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  Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  A Thug’s Story

  In the beginning…

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  And at the end…

  A Voice from the Grave….

  About the Author

  Also by Noire

  Praise for Candy Licker

  Read an excerpt from Candy Licker by Noire!

  Her man demanded loyalty, but her body wouldn’t obey.

  Copyright Page

  This book is dedicated to Reem Raw

  and the rappers down with

  N.J.S. Entertainment (Not Just Songs).

  Keep doin the damn thang!

  Acknowledgments

  Father, thank you.

  Missy, Jay, Nisaa, Man.

  Bad-ass Tyrone, I love you.

  My man Reem Raw, your lyrics are on fiyah. Readers and music lovers, check out Reem’s performance on the Thug-A-Licious promotional soundtrack mixtape available free at www.asknoire.com, and hit Reem up at [email protected] and show him your love.

  STAY BLACK

  NOIRE

  A Thug’s Story

  This here ain’t no romance

  It’s an urban erotic tale

  Hood life, gats, stacked papers

  Set a thugsta up to fail

  The ’Licious Lovers

  Known for the closed lips

  Letting the ’dro drift/whole click, boat trips/Pocono slope shit

  Running our own shit

  But life is more than riddles and rap

  Check it while I draw you a visual map

  Thru the ghetto where the criminals at, doing criminal acts

  Between the present and the past, Thug is bridging the gap

  Poseurs can’t step in the same booth as I’m in

  Blunts, Glocks, and diamonds

  I’m hooping every day like I’m one shot from dying

  These hoods give a fuck about jump shots and rhyming

  They rather pump rock till the sun stops from shining

  ’Cause this here ain’t no romance

  We ’bout to thug it in this story

  So grab a forty, flip the page, and live the pain and glory

  In the beginning…

  Have you ever wanted something so bad you was willing to crawl over bodies to get it? I mean, feened for it so hard it didn’t matter who you hurt, how low you had to scrape, it was gonna be yours? That’s what music and balling did for me. They were the fundamentals behind my rise…and the perpetrators of my fall. Check it. I came up in T.C.’s Place, a big-money pool hall over on St. Nick. The baddest gambling joint in Harlem. Me, Pimp, and Smoove. Dawgs-4-Lyfe and thugs to da bone. Sexing all the hottest freaks. Dominating niggahs with a roll of the dice. Spittin’ gangsta rap on the mic every night. They called me Harlem’s black prince. A rising star who carried street dreams on my back. But the streets, ya know. They got a way of coming for theirs. A habit of sneaking up on you when you ain’t looking and snatching retribution straight outta your ass. And the night the streets rolled up on me to collect what was due…Dig. They call me Thug-A-Licious. I got so blinded by loyalty that I betrayed the ones I loved…and this is what it cost me.

  Chapter 1

  It was the night before our critical championship game against the Lakers and I was chilling in the G-Spot, watching some fine-ass stripper work the stage.

  “Do that shit, Honey Dew! Show these niggahs how you can work 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. The G-Spot was a gentlemen’s club for celebrities and hustlers deep in the game. I was a successful rapper and a rising baller with long paper, so I got a lot of nods of awe and recognition, and a few lame niggahs even stared at me, wishing they had my skills.

  I’d had some beef with niggahs in the Spot a few years earlier, so after glancing around to make sure everthang was straight, 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 winked over her shoulder at niggahs in 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.

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

  I prolly shoulda been resting at the crib on the night before a big game, but G had sent me a personal invitation, and I wasn’t about to turn him down. Some major shit had gone down between G and my cousins a few years back that coulda got bloody. By showing up alone tonight I was sending him and his boys a clear message that Thug Williams was just as gangsta as ever. Don’t let that NBA shit fool you. There wasn’t a drop of bitch in my blood. Not a dime’s worth of fear was in my pockets when it came time to roll up in G’s Spot.

  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, but when the music changed and a bunch of big niggahs in tiny drawers came out shaking their dicks for the ladies, 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 real loyal to G, but T.C. had dug him back in the day so I knew he was solid.

  “Whattup,” Moonie said, showing me love.

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

  “Your album is hot, man. You been hooping like a motherfucker, too. The Knicks needed you, man. They ain’t been this hot in years. Keep ’em lifted, yo.”

  Even though G had sent me a personal invitation, nothing in his Spot came free. I’d dropped a grand to get in the door, and another one to cover my drinks and a piece of pussy too. I was cool with it tho’ cause I knew I’d get more than my money’s worth in one of them back rooms. Some wild, funky sex always helped me get focused before a big game.

  Juicy-Mo from 136th Street walked past and grinned at me real quick like she was scared to open her mouth and speak. It was hard to believe a dime piece like her was fucking with coldhearted G, and even though she was still fine as hell, it was only a matter of time befor
e that niggah crossed her out.

  I’d sat down with G in his office and exchanged a few cool words earlier, and I could see why he was so strong in the game. That old niggah was smooth and crafty. He had absolutely no scruples and didn’t give a fuck about nothing except runnin’ his dirty money game.

  An image of T.C. flashed through my mind and I leaned against the bar. T.C. had warned me about fuckin’ with a OG like G.

  “Look, Thug. That cat G took my brother Sonny out. If your cousins Pimp and Smoove wanna get shit all over their hands fucking with that motherfuckah, let ’em. But you carrying street dreams on your back, son. Me and Miss Lady got all our faith and hope riding on you. Besides, you too smart to get sucked into any pot that dirty niggah got cooking. Work your talent, man. Keep your hoop game tight. Pimp some broads. Cut all the rap music you can cut. But stay away from Granite McKay. Fuckin’ with him can be dangerous.”

  “Yo, Moonie.” I signaled my man. “Lemme get some Moët, man. Two bottles.”

  I took the bottles over to the cashier and got me a chip to room number nine. I’d already picked 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.

  She smiled and I couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. Her caramel-toned body was ripe and curved everywhere. Nice hips, big thighs, small waist. And at least five mouthfuls of big firm titties.

  “Hey, Playa,” she greeted me with a big hug. She had on some slinky shit that was clinging tightly to her curves and felt good when she rubbed up against me. She reached over and pressed a button on the nightstand that let the cashier know I was officially on the clock. “You feeling good tonight?”

  I kissed her lightly, then rubbed her bottom lip with my thumb. “I’m feeling a little better. Now that I’m with you.”

  Saucy laughed, then walked over to the small table and got me a small glass. She held out the glass and motioned toward my Moët. “Well pour me a little bit of that, Daddy, and I’ll have you feeling grand in no time.”

  I poured and passed. She accepted.

  “I know who you are, but I ain’t seen you in here before.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s been a minute. But it’s good to be back.”

  We drank together for a few and shot the shit. Saucy mighta been a ho, but I liked her. She had an upbeat attitude and a sexy, playful personality. She recognized me and knew who I was too, and that gave me a big lift.

  “All right now,” she 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 nook-nook and licked my lips and moaned.

  “I heard all about your ass,” she said over her shoulder. “I remember when you used to hold the mic down with your two cousins, the ’Licious Lovers. They was just talking shit about you the other day on MTV and BET. Talking about how hard you rap and 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 was the one laughing now. “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 crazy 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!”

  I laughed with her, but it messed with my head when people talked shit about my kids. Not because I was ashamed of having so many of them, but because for the longest time I hadn’t done enough for any of them. A playa had four sons and five daughters. I’d been real young when my first kid was born, and then the rest of them came so close together that I got paralyzed by all that responsibility. But my girl Muddah had corrected my vision on all that, and I was grinding hard for mine now. Had bank accounts and college funds and ere’thang for my babies. Life insurance too. It was the only way I coulda convinced Muddah to marry my ass. I had to be doing right.

  “What else they be saying about me on MTV?” I said, changing the subject. I pulled her back onto 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.”

  And every fuckin’ word they said was true too. I was the baddest NBA rookie in the league, and had a club-banging album with triple platinum potential. Let them hatin’ motherfuckers keep talking, I thought as I pulled Saucy’s slinky little top down with my teeth. Especially them weak-ass rappers who was getting scorched by my shine. Crunchy-skinned, burnt-up motherfuckahs. Pourin’ sunblock all over my flow cause they couldn’t handle the heat. I heard all the shit they said about me when they thought they was safely under the umbrella. I just laughed and said fuck ’em. My life was a hustle. So just fuck ’em if they didn’t have the stomach for my high-powered game.

  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 work 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 was I. 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 chee
ks 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 the way 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 super head 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 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 caught in the grip of her pump-action throat, 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 and gave 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’m gone freak you out so good I guarantee that you’ll be doubling that offer.”