Thug-A-Licious

by Noire

  “Yeah?”

  “Well, I helped him, man. He had rolled something heavy up in blankets, and we carried it down the back stairs and through the alley. Nobody was on the streets that early, so we ran over to a raggedy white station wagon that was parked on the curb and put it in the trunk.”

  Smoove’s jaw was jumping and it sounded like his voice was about to crack.

  “What was it, man?”

  “It was a girl, Thug. A fuckin’ one-toofed little girl. She had real long hair, and that shit was red too. She wasn’t much older than Precious was when them niggahs shot her down in the streets. She could have been ten. Maybe eleven. But I can still see her, ak. We tossed her in that trunk and the blanket fell open. She was young and naked. There was some red fuzz on her skinny little pussy and her titties was just starting to grow.”

  Smoove closed his eyes, and wiped his hand down his face.

  “Pimp had fucked that little girl, man. Fucked her real bad. Blood was all dried up around her legs and pussy. She’d been stabbed too. In her chest. Her stomach. That sick motherfucker had even stabbed that little girl in both of her fuckin eyes!”

  I pictured Miss Lady and clenched my stomach tight.

  “So ya’ll just left her there?”

  “Nah.” Smoove shook his head. “I rode with Pimp down by the East River. He poured gasoline on the car and set that shit on fire, man. With that little girl’s body right in the trunk. I swear, bruh. It reminded me of that time me and him fucked that young chick on the roof, and she ended up dead on the ground. But this girl was even younger, bruh. She wasn’t no bigger than Precious. Hardly much bigger than that at all.”

  I couldn’t look nowhere but down at the floor.

  “The thing is, man, I woulda never got down on no shit like that if it wasn’t for Pimp. If any other niggah in the world hadda asked me to do some foul shit like stick some little girl’s body in a trunk, I’da killed him first. But it’s that loyalty thang, man. Them closed lips. That Dawgs-4-Lyfe shit. Everything ain’t supposed to go, just for the sake of the family. Some shit you gotta draw the line on, Thug. And when it comes to my brother, neither one of us ain’t ever been able to do that.”

  I nodded. All three of us had blood on our hands, and loyalty had been the way we lived the street life. But I could see how hard this shit had affected Smoove. It was hard just to hear it. And that meant both of us had something Pimp didn’t have. A fuckin’ soul.

  Me and Smoove drank some more and talked a little bit more too. I could tell he felt better getting that shit off his chest. Guilt was a heavy rock to live under, and his load seemed easier once he got all that out. He’d been holding it inside for a long time, cause there was nobody else he was safe telling that shit to but me. I tried to lighten it up by telling him that Pimp was mentoring young boys now. We both hoped that time and prison had chilled his ass out and changed some of that blackness that used to live in his heart.

  “Pimp asked me to get him some tickets for the game tomorrow night, man. He’s bringing a few kids from the center out with him too. I can get a couple more if you wanna come out. We’re leading the series three-jack, and we plan on making it our last game.”

  I was looking forward to breaking some ankles on our home-court too. Lani had called and said she would be in town for the game. She was a minister now, married too, and her and her husband were going to some religious conference in Brooklyn. They was bringing my son Dante with them, and I had three tickets waiting at the box office just for them.

  Smoove shook his head real quick and stood up. “Thanks, man. But I’ma let that pass me by. I ain’t seen or talked to Pimp since right after Noojie’s funeral, and right now I’m cool with it like that.”

  I nodded and gave him some dap.

  Later that night I stood in my phat walk-in closet and selected the gear I wanted to play in the G-Spot. A few minutes later I was sitting on the toilet thinking about what Smoove had said. It ain’t always about the shitty things you do in life. Sometimes it’s the reasons why you do them.

  I tucked that thought in my pocket and got ready to hit the streets.

  Chapter 27

  It had been a long time since I’d chilled in the G-Spot, but the hustle was still the hustle. Other than the faces, nothing much had changed. There was still ass to be had everywhere. Liquor and some dope for your head, and a little touching and sucking in the back rooms or the Jacuzzi if you wanted that too.

  Pluto was on the door and I paid my grand to step on the carpet, then walked in the back and hit the cashier with another grand to handle my drinks and any incidentals. G ran a high-powered operation, and I waked through the warehouse-sized joint hollerin’ and dappin’ some of the old heads and gangstas I’d run with on the streets back in the day.

  I noticed that stuttering niggah Cooter was still behind the bar and wondered if anybody had ever found out what happened to his sister, Charlene. She used to fuck with G when we was coming up, and when she went missing and never returned, their moms had bugged out and lost her mind.

  “Thug!”

  I turned around and saw G.

  His old ass was all shine and honey. Tight gear, rocked-up fingers, and beefy muscles.

  “Sup,” I gave up the dap, and he pulled me to his chest.

  G gave me his killer version of a grin. “It’s been a long time, son. Come on back in my office and let’s holla for a while.”

  I followed G down a hall that I’d never seen before. We walked past a padlocked door that I knew could only lead down to one place: The Dungeon.

  “You know,” G said, lighting a cigar as we chilled in his deep office chairs. “T.C. woulda been proud of what you’ve done for yourself. Real proud.”

  I just puffed with him and nodded, letting nothing show on my face.

  “I seen them two working on you from the time you was just a little boy. Running around here stealing every damn thing you could carry in your pockets. Miss Lady used to whip your ass real good for you too. It’s just a shame,” he said, and leaned back in his chair, “that they didn’t get a chance to see how you turned out.”

  I nodded again. “Yeah, it is. A damn shame.”

  G stared at me for a long, long time, and I stared at that niggah right back.

  He knew where me and Pimp had gotten all that money. I could see it in his eyes. He knew.

  “Well,” he chuckled, taking some of the heat out the air. “I just called you down here to tell you I’m proud of you too. I respect a niggah who does whatever it takes to get shit done. Whatever it takes. And you, Andre…you done proved to the whole damn world that you that kind of man.” I was glad when Greco knocked on the door and told G he needed him to check out something upstairs. I headed back out to the main lounge and copped me a seat near the stage. I knew I should have been at the crib getting some rest before tomorrow’s big game, but instead I sat there watching some fine-ass stripper work the stage.

  “Do that shit, Honey Dew! Show these niggahs what you can do with them pliers you got stuck up in your pussy!”

  The girl was built with perfect proportions and every dick in the Spot was hard including mine. I put my hand over the rock growing in my lap and sat back to enjoy the show.

  The lights went dim, and suddenly a single spotlight flashed over Honey Dew’s outrageous body. She gave us a few slow, nasty moves, and niggahs clapped and broke out the dollars as she bent over and spread her fine ass cheeks. She laughed and looked over her shoulder at the audience, then squatted down and sucked a full bottle of Coke off the floor, gripping the neck with nothing but her tight-ass pussy.

  “That ain’t shit! That ain’t about shit!” some drunk rapper standing beside me with gold fronts on his teeth yelled. “They got that shit beat in the dirty south! I know me a ho down at Club Magic who can puff a cigarette with her pussy. And that pussy be blowing perfect Os too!”

  I stood up and clapped hard for Honey Dew, then tossed her a bill that fluttered to the floor at her
feet. She scooped up all her cash and gyrated her juicy ass off the stage, and I stayed on my feet as the DJ introduced a dancer called Money-Making Monique.

  “Goddamn!” I leaned forward so I could see better. This jawn was rocking her hips like a motherfucker. Her long skinny fingers was rubbing and squeezing her firm breasts, and from where I was standing it looked like she mighta had three nipples.

  Monique was a true freak. She did some damage to that pole that had my collar choking real tight, and when the music changed and a bunch of big niggahs in tiny drawers came out dancing, I knew it was time for me to bounce. I walked over to the bar and gave a hustler named Moonie some respect. He was tight with G, but he’d been welcome up in T.C.’s Place so I knew he was cool.

  “Whattup,” Moonie said, showing me love.

  I stayed cool. “Handling my shit, man. You know how it be.”

  “You been balling like a motherfucker, tho’. The Knicks needed you, man. They ain’t been this hot in years. Keep ’em lifted, yo.”

  Jimmy’s sister Juicy-Mo walked past and smiled at me real quick like she was scared to speak with her fine self. Cooter’s sister Charlene popped in my mind, and I wondered if Juicy knew it was only a matter of time before that niggah G crossed her out.

  “Yo, Moonie.” I signaled my man. “Lemme get some Moët, ak. A whole bottle.”

  I took the bottle over to the cashier and got me a chip to room number nine. I’d already scoped out the girl I wanted to get with, and when I got to the room she was ready and waiting.

  Her name was Saucy and she was holding a full physical package.

  “Whassup,” I said and closed the door behind me, ready to show this jawn just how I got down doggie-thug style.

  “All right now,” Saucy joked. She was giving me a lap dance and I told her to turn around so I could watch her from the back. I couldn’t believe how she was holding it. She was slim in all the right places and phat where it was needed. She also had one of the biggest, roundest asses I’d ever seen on a slim girl. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. She tossed her hands in the air and jiggled her perfect ass cheeks until my eyes got crossed.

  “The Knicks got a big game tomorrow, right? You ain’t pumping out none of that supersperm tonight though, are you?”

  “Umm,” I hummed, gripping her waist and palming her ass like it was a basketball. The way she moved, I knew she had some good pussy. I could just tell. “I don’t know what you mean, baby.”

  She laughed and bent over at the waist. I caught a whiff of her pussy and licked my lips and moaned.

  “Oh, I heard all about your ass,” she said over her shoulder. “They was talking shit about you the other day on MTV and BET too. Talking about all them damn kids you got. Mama’s babies and daddy’s maybes! Just don’t leave no babies in this room with me tonight, ’kay big boy?”

  I laughed. “You ain’t gotta worry about that, sweetie. Trust me.”

  She started laughing so hard she had to stop dancing and turn around to roll her eyes at me. “Trust you? Niggah, please! That’s probably what you tell all your baby mamas! But I can see why a bitch would wanna reproduce with you. You fine”—she grabbed my hard dick—“you heavy. And best of all, your bank is long and you paid.”

  She gave me a “duh” look and slapped herself on the forehead.

  “Then what the hell am I talking about? I must be sleepin’! Who wouldn’t wanna have your baby! How’d Kanye say it? ‘Eighteen years! Eighteen years! Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger but…’”

  I laughed with her again, but it messed with my head when people talked shit about my kids. Not because I wasn’t proud of having them, but because for the longest time I hadn’t done enough to take care of them. Yeah, I had me four little princes and five little princesses. And thanks to my girl, Muddah, I was grinding hard for mine now. I had bank accounts and college funds and ere’thang for my babies. Life insurance too. I’d been a lame-ass niggah before, but my kids were set for life now. And so was Muddah. My whole empire rested at her feet, and if it came down to it I knew she’d take damn good care of mine cause she’d already been doing that for years.

  “What else they be saying about me on MTV,” I said, changing the subject. I pulled her back into my lap until she was straddling my legs.

  “Well”—she grinned, looking hot and sexy—“they say you doing some real nasty shit in the NBA, but on the mic you a little too competitive. They say you a gaming niggah who likes to keep up all kinds of go-to-war gangsta friction between rappers. That shit must work for you though, huh? You stickin’ all over the charts when other artists are fallin’ off. They rotating your cuts on the radio like mad too.”

  Saucy was still straddling my lap and I started licking her big titties like I was a new puppy. Her nipples was rock hard and stood out like little bullets. I swirled my tongue around them and sucked the tips gently between my lips.

  She was nibbling on my neck as my hand slipped under her skirt and rubbed her baby-soft ass. I pressed my thumb against her clit and slid my long middle finger between her lips, inserting it deeply. I moved in and out of her tightness. The more I fingered her, the wetter she got. The harder my dick got too.

  I got up from the chair without disturbing a damn thing. With my tongue still going to town on her nipples, I carried her over to the bed and lay her down on the thick satin spread. I wanted to eat me some pussy but I knew better. Her shit smelled delicious and looked like caramel candy, but hell no. She wasn’t my woman. She was a ho.

  Saucy started grinding her hips real fast, spiking up the heat. First little circles, and then bigger ones. I felt her insides grabbing and clenching on my probing finger and I slipped another one deep inside of her and fucked her like that. Her eyes was closed tight and she sucked air between her teeth. This wasn’t no ho-show, I could tell. Baby girl was feeling this shit and so wasI. A minute later she started shaking like she was having spasms. Her slit was so wet her juices were squirting out. Her eyes were closed tight and she pulled her knees up so I could admire her pussy. I massaged her clit gently and she thrust that whole thing into my hand, fucking up on my fingers like they were a dick.

  “You like that shit, huh,” I asked her when her shaking had finally stopped. “Well wait till I hit you with some of this.”

  I unbuckled my belt as her manicured fingers went to work on my zipper.

  Her lips slid over my joint like wet silk and I started breathing harder. She sucked and slurped me down like a real pro. I clenched my ass cheeks tight and moaned, then cursed because it felt so good. She was giving up the best head I’d ever had in my life. Her throat didn’t have no back to it because my dick was pushing all down in her neck. There was a hot pussy down in there, I just knew it. The harder I mouth-fucked her trying to reach it, the longer her neck grew, and the deeper my dick slid down inside her throat.

  “You…” I shivered, pleasure rolling through me like never before. This was some superhead she was putting on me. Smoking my blunt, trying to steal my nut. Saucy’s whole throat was vibrating. She was swallowing my shit so good that if she wasn’t a ho I woulda rolled with her all night, based on her neck action alone. “You…,” I tried again, “gonna make me…bust real quick baby. I’ma have to…go out there and get me…another chip.”

  Saucy didn’t miss a lick. She reached behind her with one hand and hit the timer button on her nightstand, which bought me some extra time and lightened my pockets by a couple a hundred too.

  “Good, then,” I said, my joint about to skeet like a water pistol. I was surprised too. I was known for having supreme dick control, and I could usually last a lot longer than this. But Saucy had me captured in her throat-attack, and I promised myself I’d get some redemption on our second go round.

  She had me on lip-lock. Her fingers was stroking my ass cheeks and milking my balls at the same time. I opened my eyes and saw her cheeks puffing and collapsing, and my last bit of control went out the window. I screamed like a cherry-popped
bitch and grabbed the back of her head, giving her about ten long, hard strokes. Then I busted so hard my knees sagged and I lost my balance. Sucking hard to get every drop, Saucy vibrated that tight neck pussy until I snatched my dick out her mouth and fell across the bed in surrender.

  “Damn,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. “That shit was good girl. You a fuckin’ professional. I’ma have to leave you a real phat tip.”

  She laughed and crawled up my body until her wet pussy was resting on my stomach. “You do that, Playa. In fact, hold on to that phat tip until we get through with round number two. I got some new tricks to show you. I’ma freak you out so good I guarantee that you’ll be doubling that offer.”

  But she was wrong.

  Just the sight of her stuff sitting up on me reminded me of my promise to Muddah.

  No more baby. I ain’t fuckin’ no other women except you.

  Yeah, Saucy had given me some dope neck-pussy, but that wasn’t the same as actually sliding no meat up in her. But it was still wrong, I reminded myself. Getting my knob polished was still playing with fire. It was going back on my word and could cause me to get burnt.

  God been good to you, Andre. But you keep fuckin’ out like you doing. Your ass could get straight cursed.

  “Know what?” I told her, pushing her off me gently and setting her on the bed. “You sweet as hell, Saucy, but I’m just wrong for this. Wrong as hell. I promised my girl I wasn’t fuckin out on her no more, so I’ma stop right here. Cool?”

  She gave me a crazy look, and I dug it. “I already pressed the button, boo. They ain’t giving out no refunds, you know.”

  I stood up and put my shit back in my drawers. I got the rest of my gear on too.

  “I know,” I said and patted her on the ass. “But it’s all good and your tip’s still gonna be long. And I’m sure for the right customer you woulda been worth every penny.”