Felicity Boulavard

By Mark Farentino

This is not a story about Romeo and Juliet. This is a story about the streets. Sex, it sells, but how much are you willing to pay for it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665535632

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© 2021 Mark Farentino. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse   09/02/2021

ISBN: 978-1-6655-3564-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-3563-2 (e)

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Author: Mark Farentino

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The lurid, explicit, illicit simulation in this book is not a direct depiction

of any person’s real-life story. Although the events, personalities, or

settings may mirror actual person, place, or thing. The story is completely

fictitious. The drug prices have either been exaggerated or lessened

in value. As this book is not a guide on how to use, sell, or buy drugs.

Furthermore, please with my highest regard. Say no to drugs, drinking,

violence, prostitution, and any other obscenity expressed in this book.

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PARENTAL GUIDANCE

Please Be Advised Felicity BoulAvard Book

is Intended for Audiences & Readers Over

the Age of 18. This Book Contains Material

That is Not Suitable for Children or Minors.

The Book Has Strong Violence, Explicit

Sexual Situations, Coarse Language,

& Suggestive Dialogue That Would

Include the Activity of Illicit Drug Use.

Dedicated

To Every

Felicity & Kemani

That Ever Existed.

There is a Higher Path That Leads to Liberation!

An Immeasurable Thank You to Each One of

My Listeners While Preparing This Story.

I Appreciate Your Support.

You all are Phenomenal!

Thank You To Each of My Readers.

Your Support Means The World To Me

&

I am Forever Grateful.

IS IT BASED ON

A TRUE STORY

OR NOT HMM?

READ IT!

I WILL LET YOU

BE THE JUDGE!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1   The Gossip

Chapter 2   Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

Chapter 3   Summer’s Heat

Chapter 4   Strip Club Love

Chapter 5   Class is in Session

Chapter 6   Get Away

Chapter 7   The Monster is Mad

Chapter 8   Jail

Chapter 9   All Night INN

Chapter 10   Buyers and Users

Chapter 11   Homie, Brother, Friend

Chapter 12   Finally the Truth

Chapter 13   Let me Go

Chapter 14   Soaked & Stoked

Chapter 15   I Got Your Back

Chapter 16   Its Blowing Up

Chapter 17   Watch Your Back

Chapter 18   Vacant Love 1712

Chapter 19   The Dawn

CHAPTER 1

The Gossip

As the sun began to set in the heat of the summer, Felicity said to herself, It seems like it’s going to be a pretty good night out here.

Her bleached stained blue jean shorts looked like she was only wearing thongs. That’s because they were snatched so far up in her little nasty ass. Her white doll baby top was one of her favorite summertime shirts. The last car she got out of the guy tore it a little at the seam trying to pull her breast out. Felicity is a whore; she has always been a whore, having sex for money was all she pretty much knew how to do. She used her pussy as a form of currency to get whatever she wanted. You don’t believe me. Well, listen to this child. So, the story starts off like this. Many years ago, when Ms. Daisy was a little girl, she was hot in the pants child. She had gotten pregnant and had given birth to Felicity when she was only 16 years old, Felicity was born June 9, 1985, but Ms. Daisy’s mother, Ms. Eloise, was a praying woman.

5’Oclock in the morning in the upstairs bedroom every day, you could hear Ms. Eloise on her knees calling heaven down to earth. She would be praying that Jesus Christ would save her family, bless her family, and protect her grandchildren. Afterwards, she would walk over to lay hands on her infant grandbaby Felicity and tell her Jesus loves her. Every Sunday when Ms. Eloise went to church, she took Felicity along with her because different from Ms. Eloise’s other grandchildren Felicity lived in her house. As Felicity began to grow older, she was a happy child always around her grandmother, so full of joy. They had an extremely close nit relationship. Ms. Eloise even made sure that Felicity was baptized. She would always say whatever you have, and you want to protect it. Put it in the hands of the Lord. It’s the safest place in the whole wide world.

Now, listen by time Felicity was 7 years old she was introduced to a new world much different than what she had known. Felicity’s older cousin Giselle would visit Ms. Eloise for the summer. Giselle was a hot mess honey, but that’s an entirely different story all of its own. Well, back to this story. Felicity watched her older female cousin have sex with different guys on numerous occasions. This was not planned though. It was all by an accident. See, here’s what happened. Felicity was an only child. All of her cousins were teenagers. Therefore, she often played alone with her dolls. Felicity used the walk-in closet in the bedroom located in the basement as a clubhouse.

Her Mother, Ms. Daisy, still lived at home with Ms. Eloise, because like I said already, she had given birth to Felicity when she was 16 years old and just never moved out. Well, by 1992, Felicity was 7, Ms. Daisy was 23, and addicted to crack Honey. She would leave Felicity at home under the care of Ms. Eloise while she ran the streets for days. Now Giselle, Felicity’s older cousin would sneak boys in through the back door in the basement on the weekends. Thinking nobody was in the room in the basement except for her and the guy she was with. They would fuck right there in the bedroom that Felicity was in. Felicity’s innocent eyes were tainted by those sexual experiences. She would hide in the closet, because she felt that what Giselle was doing with those guys were wrong and she didn’t want to get in trouble if she would let her presence be known. She felt like that because Giselle would hit Felicity for no reason sometimes. In Felicity’s mind Giselle was mean. So, instead of revealing that she was in the closet she would just peek through the semi shut closet door. Curiosity probably played a role in Felicity’s silence as well. This often happened in the middle of the day while Ms. Eloise was upstairs dozing off in and out while sitting in her rocking chair watching television. As long as Felicity was quiet it never crossed Ms. Eloise’s mind that she was being exposed to Giselle’s nasty whorish escapades. The years went on. Inexperienced to the ways of the world, when she was10 years old, she lost her virginity to a boy her age that lived in her neighborhood claiming that he loved her. A year later Ms. Eloise passed away. This now left Felicity without her grandma who was her best friend and only proper parental guidance. Unknowingly, Felicity was depressed by Ms. Eloise’s passing, so she rebelled against mostly everyone. Well, now that Ms. Eloise was gone Ms. Daisy took over her place. However, once she did her boyfriend at the time was a guy different from Felicity’s Father who by the way she never really knew because he was never around. His ass was somewhere on the other side of town getting high in a world of his own girl. You know how men run off and leave their sons and daughters. To be honest no one was even sure if he was the father because Felicity never even knew any of his family. Anyway, Ms. Daisy and her boyfriend were both alcoholics and drug addicts. So, that already was a bad example for Felicity. Girl, Ms. Eloise’s originally quite house then became a noisy crack house, with continual traffic. They ran that motherfucker into the ground honey. Due to a lack of guidance at home, sex seemed to take a forefront in her life, because her older cousins would set the wrong example just as well as her mother did. Her older cousins would smoke weed around her and instead of dismissing her from their presence when they watched porn at parties in the basement she was in the room as well. They didn’t mind if she had a beer or two. In fact, they laughed thinking it was funny that she was drunk with them, and I can kind of understand that as her cousins were only teenagers and young adults. They ain’t know no better either, because they were still pretty much children mentally themselves. When they were younger, that’s how their older cousins did them. Anyway, she was never really a fan of school, because her chaotic home life never allowed her time to do homework or was ever even quiet enough to read a book. Nor did anyone ever take time out to help her with her homework or cared that she had any to do. In fact, they would tell her to go ask her mother.

When she did Ms. Daisy would cuss her out. Felicity if you don’t get the hell out of my damn face! Go ask your fuckin teacher! Ain’t that why you go to school.

Ms. Daisy responded like that because her ass was too damn high or drunk to help and to damn trifling to sober up long enough to pay attention to her daughter. She was always teased by her peers because of her poor grades and that her parents were on drugs. She also was talked about badly, because her hair was rarely done, and her clothes were never new because Ms. Daisy never brought her anything. She wore hand me down clothes from neighbors and cousins that were either too big or too small. All of Ms. Daisy’s money she ever got she spent it getting high. She cared less than the man on the moon about how Felicity looked. When Felicity was in the 7th grade, she was caught sucking two boy’s dicks in the back of the staircase. Her little ass was nasty. She got that shit from her mother Ms. Daisy, because as innocent as she tried to play, she would have sex for some crack in a minute Honey. Girl you know what they say, like mother like daughter. The cycle just repeated itself. Anyway girl, she was so embarrassed by her actions after the entire school found out about her, because her fake friends were gossiping about her to everybody. Felicity friends then started calling her Licky Felicity. Eventually, everyone in the school started calling her that and girl you know how terrible school kids can be. Oh child, they were so mean to her. They would taunt that poor child to death honey.

They even made a song up about her that went like, Licky Felicity all she wants is D, she will lick all the boys little pee pee! You can catch her by the swings or after P.E. she don’t even care she will do it for free.

The kids would sing it in unison whenever she came around. A lot of the little boys who were having sex or at least wanted to try would try to get her to suck their dick as well. She skipped class most of the time until she eventually stopped going, because her teacher was young and when Felicity would sit down in class the students behind her would start whispering that song. The teacher used to think it was funny, so she suffered from a great deal of embarrassment. Her little ass dropped out of school in the eighth grade, and Ms. Daisy’s nothing minded ass ain’t do shit about it. That’s because Ms. Daisy dropped out after she had Felicity when she was in the 10th grade. Ms. Daisy was always high.

She was like, The 8th grade. Shit, that was just two grades before I did, and laughed about it.

You think that’s something, well listen to this honey. By time Felicity was 15, she was having sex with a man 3 times her age that she met one day when she had skipped school. That shit was a shame. He was 45 fuckin years old. This guy turned her little ass into a sex slave by his constant need to climax. Blinded by the amount of money he would give her, and maybe even by the fact that to her it seemed innocent, and fun to be recorded while having sex. She became a victim of child pornography. I shake my head every time I even think about that. After two years of him dealing with her one night while having sex his nasty disgusting ass was drunk and didn’t pull out in time. He got her pregnant child. Then he had the nerve, the audacity, the gall to pay to have an abortion. At the clinic, a question was raised about the difference of their last names. He lied saying he was Felicity’s father and that her mother was deceased, and she had her mother’s last name. After that he dumped her little ass and wanted nothing more to do with her, because he knew he was wrong for dealing with her to begin with, as she was underage. About a month later that guy got jumped talking shit to the wrong youngins, and one of them little bad motherfuckers hit him in his head with a steel baseball bat and killed him. When Felicity found out about it - it hurt her feelings even more than him breaking it off with her, because even as wrong as their relationship was, she liked him. Anyway, Felicity liked that quick cash that the guy would give her. I mean who wouldn’t, because by this time she was now able to buy her own clothes and shoes and stuff that she wanted. She eventually started hanging with this girl that lived around the corner from Ms. Eloise’s old house, up there on 9th and Delafield Place, right. Named? Um? Child, I can see her face, but I can’t think of that girl’s name right now, but anyway this girl was a stripper who used to also be out on Etox Boulevard and Sobiat Avenue every now and then. At first, Felicity was too shy to shake her body in front of people. So, the girl would have stripping parties at her house while Felicity was there. She would let Felicity get drunk and then ask her to strip too. Girl, you know it, of course she did, in fact both of them had sex with these guys that were at these house parties. Hey, by this time she was eighteen. She was a grown woman. She could do whatever she wanted to do, and she did. When Felicity was 18, almost turning 19, she was really fucking out both pants legs. She loved seeing her friend with all of that money so, the girl introduced Felicity to the Strip Club owner. One thing led to another, and Felicity started stripping in night clubs. She would fuck random guys on a regular honey, because that’s what she was used to doing. She felt like that was real love if a guy wanted to have sex with her. She would call it love at first sight. Don’t laugh, because that shit was terrible. This little bitch was crazy. Child, Felicity found herself pregnant twice within 2 years and did not know who the fathers were. She lost now her second child due to a fight with another stripper. Who beat the concrete shit out her for having sex with her boyfriend, and the third baby she aborted. She said she was so broken within and said she never wanted to have children. Oh please, that was not the truth boo-boo! The truth was she didn’t want to raise a baby without the child knowing who their father was because her nasty ass wasn’t using protection. Eventually, the alcohol abuse that she tried drowning out her sorrows of loneliness and desperation with turned into marijuana smoke filling her atmosphere. Then the marijuana along with the drinking would not get her high enough and that eventually opened the door to a new world. She was getting showered with powder if you know what I mean. Her little ass started sniffing cocaine girl. Before you knew it, she was so thin, and her body was so frail that the night club owners would not book her to work in the strip clubs. They were saying people were not attracted to her or at least that’s how the story was told to me. The reason why I don’t believe that’s true is because Felicity was making so much money until she bought a brand-new Honda, Accord off the lot with cash. Now that she couldn’t strip anymore Felicity still needed money to support her drug habit and pay her car insurance and anything she needed. So, she did what she thought was the best thing for her to do. In 2005, She started walking the streets and prostituting. She soon found herself rejected by her entire family not that they ever gave a fuck about her to begin with. Ms. Daisy, her mom a hardcore crack addict, her dad was on drugs too, but never around. As for the rest of the family they took no responsibility to help Felicity. Now, at this point in her life she was living at her friend’s house, or at least that was the way she put it, but he really didn’t give two shits or one a fuck about her either honey. As long as he could get his dick sucked that was all he cared about. You could tell he did not care much for her. He loved telling her to shut the fuck up. He would call her a worthless piece of shit and tell her she was a sorry excuse for a whore if she was on her menstrual cycle, had a cold, or just wasn’t in the mood and did not want to have sex. If she was sucking his dick and her teeth grazed him, he would slap her on the top of her head hard as fuck with his fist and say bitch don’t fucking bite me move your fucking teeth. She knew she did not have any options of going to live anywhere else, so she just put up with his attitude, as long as she had somewhere to call home and didn’t have to sleep in her car. Well, Felicity’s story is one that may make sense to a few while it leaves others surprised, but I will let Felicity tell you about it in her own words.

CHAPTER 2

Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

Hi, my name is Felicity and I’m a girl of the city. City is even in my name. In fact, I was raised by the city. City life, what can I say. Some would say I fell victim to the streets. I wouldn’t say that. I would say, I was the streets. Shit I always hung out in