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  Money Makin Manhattan (Empire State of Mine$!)

  by Noire

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  Copyright 2016 Noire

  EMPIRE STATE OF MINE$!

  A NOIRE & REEM RAW JOINT

  It’s A Movie In A Book

  Episode 3

  Money Makin Manhattan

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  B4 the G-Spot: The Legend of Granite McKay

  Empire State of Mine$! is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Empire State of Mine$!

  A Noire & Reem Raw Joint

  (It’s A Movie in A Book)

  Published by Urban Erotic Noire Publications

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  A Note from Noire

  Hey fam!

  It’s about that time to hop a ride on the urban erotic train again as it pulls full force into ya station!

  I’m excited to have Reem Raw riding the train with me this trip, and I can’t wait for y’all to see what kind of fire this artist is blasting outta his pen! His writing game hits just as hard as his mic game, and I know you’re gonna love the way we mixed ink in this urban erotic thriller that I believe is my best banga yet!

  My readers are the best in the whole damn game because you’re smart enough to #DemandQuality and you know I bring it to you every time the urban erotic train comes charging down the tracks.

  So relax for a few and put your feet up. Get comfortable and get ready to be mesmerized by this movie you’re about to watch in a book. Travel with me through the five boroughs of the Big Apple, New York City, the heart of the Empire State. Y’all already know it’s a state of mind, but I’m about to show you that it’s also a state of MINE$!

  I lub y’all,

  Noire

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  A Note from Reem Raw

  It’s been a long time coming and this is just the beginning. Big shout to all my supporters from Team Noire and the homeys and homegirls from around the way who been rockin with me for forever. I put my all into this and I hope ya’ll enjoy this Noire and Reem Raw Joint.

  This is dedicated to Capri... Detrae Glover... Carlo Beasley... Albie Cloyd...

  Jammar Riley... Anthony Garcia... Danny Dan and Mann. Sleep easy. Salute to G.H.F. and N.J.S.

  One Love

  Reem Raw

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  B4 The G-Spot: The Legend of GRANITE McKAY

  AN URBAN EROTIC TALE

  by

  NOIRE

  WARNING!

  This here ain’t no romance it’s an urban erotic tale

  These gutter plots I drop will have you biting off your nails!

  A menace has arrived, a terror Harlem’s never seen

  He started from the bottom and turned a dollar into a dream!

  Before the ballin and the stuntin and the sexin and the flexin,

  Brutal vision and ambition is how this gangsta manifested!

  So let’s stand up and salute the ruthless boss who paved the way

  Let’s go back B4 the G-Spot to: The Legend of GRANITE McKAY!

  In the beginning…

  Have you ever played Russian roulette with the Devil? Did you post up at the front end of his burner and stare that fuckin bullet down? Did you roll the dice with your life, ready to pay the cost no matter how high it might be? And when that trigger popped, did you catch that bullet between your teeth and snap that shit in half?

  Check me out. I didn’t come to Harlem riding shotgun. I came packin one. And I wasn’t gonna stop spraying until I had every block in the city on lock. Failure wasn’t an option. Weaknesses, I had none. It was the gun or the grave for this nigga right here. I had my guts and my fists, and I was either gonna do…or I was gonna die.

  Yeah, I know what they told you about me. But their truth ain’t the whole fuckin truth! I risked my life for my hustle in the belly of the Badass. I lunged at Big Sonny’s throat with nothing but my teeth and my bare hands. I’m a made nigga! I made myself! From the dirt up. I’m a gangsta chiseled outta concrete. My name is Granite McKay, and now that you’ve heard it from everybody else, it’s time for me to tell my own muthafuckin story!

  The Power of Pussy

  I had just turned seventeen when I killed a man over a prime piece of pussy. Growing up in a whorehouse I was well-schooled in the ways of women, but like most young bucks who were walking around with their nuts full of cum I could still be suckered by their charms.

  Skully Powers was the type of pimp who ran his hoes fast and hard. He was an ex-boxer who was tight-fisted with money and known for his deadly mean streak. As long as the cash was flowing smooth in his pockets he could be cool. But let a bitch slip and his trap come up short. Skully turned into some other muthafucka.

  Skully was cruel and brutal with his hoes, and when he put his hands on them he went for broke, focusing on all the parts on a hoe that the tricks didn’t give a fuck about: the top of the feet and the back of the head. He’d have his bitches skipping and hopping as he punched in their skulls and crushed their toe-bones down to the gristle.

  “Listen up, Gerald. There ain’t but three kinds of people in this pimpin game: There’s macaronis--or macks, as a proper pimp likes to be called—and then there’s tricks and hoes. The three of us, we need each other. A hoe ain’t shit without a pimp to control her, a pimp ain’t shit if he ain’t got a hoe to bring him that bread, and a trick is a victim to both of them because he’s governed by his dick.”

  I was all of ten years old, but I nodded like I understood.

&nb
sp; “Now, there’s a fine art to the macaroni game,” Skully patiently schooled me whenever a hoe got outta pocket and he had to break her down. “Weak pimps have weak stables because they don’t understand the particulars of this profession. You see, hoes are your most important assets, Gerald, can you dig it? They’re worth more than gold, dope, and fast shiny cars.

  “You gotta train ’em right and discipline ’em harsh, just like you would a stubborn dog, but at the same time you don’t wanna fuck up nothing that might compromise your bankroll, ya dig? Now, a hoe knows what she’s worth. She’s like a rotten lil child. Always playing games to see if she can catch her pimp slippin. She’ll deliberately come up short on your trap, or pick a fight with your best hoe, or slick-talk you in public just to test your gangsta and see if your mack game is strong.

  “When that shit happens your retribution must be swift and merciless, son. Stomp that bitch into the gutter, Gerald! Make a public spectacle outta her ass! Beat her black ass until she’s BEGGIN to open up them legs and make you some bread, just as long as you leave her face, her titties, and especially that PUSSY, alone!”

  Skully was a master at keeping his hoes meek and submissive, and if for some reason the beatings didn’t work he had another way of punishing them too. This method required more dedication, but it was also vicious and very effective, and he saved it for the bitches who had committed the very worst transgressions.

  All the whores feared and loathed it. They’d rather get beaten half to death than to endure having this particularly savage punishment inflicted upon them. They called it getting “skullied” and they would fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness when a certain type of rage flashed in Skully’s eyes and he started loosening the buckle on his thick leather belt.

  “What you gotta do is rip out that ass, boy,” he instructed me. “And make sure you rip it deep too. A whore is a simple bitch, Gerald. They can’t be punished by no dick in the pussy, no matter how hard you try. You’ll be over there just’a pumpin and’a sweatin and they’ll peg you as weak and swear you’re in love. Besides, that pussy gets beat up all day long and they don’t even feel it. The nerve endings in that thing are long dead. You get up in there and call yourself beating a bitch with your bone and she’s liable to cock them legs wider and have you working like a trick.

  “But that ASS is a whole different matter, son. If you bust that asshole open there won’t be no mistaking you for nothing but exactly what the fuck you are: A PIMP!

  “Try it one time. Monster-fuck a bitch in the asshole and see what happens. I guarantee you she’ll get to turning tricks faster than a circus mouse, and the next time you tell her whimsical ass to do something she’ll be more than happy to hop right to it!”

  I learned a lot from Skully Powers but unfortunately I didn’t learn it all in time. Puddin’ had taught me how to kill a man with my bare hands, but Skully taught me how to break a man’s spirit by stabbing him in the back. As it turned out, I caught a case behind a beautiful piece of pussy, and by the time I was smart enough to put Skully’s teachings into practice it was already much too late to save either of us.

  Her name was China Doll, and she wasn’t no regular whore. She came banging on the back door late one night in the middle of a lightening storm, drenched to the skin and half-drowned. Skully had been happy to take her in. I had just turned seventeen and I had already been macking bitches for almost half my life. But this here girl was like nothing I had ever seen before.

  For one thing, there was an angel-like quality about her and she didn’t look grimy enough to be in the life. Instead of that used-up, weary look that lived in every whore’s eyes, China Doll looked just like a little brown Indian. She was shy and sweet, and didn’t look like she had ever so much as looked at a dick before, let alone ever put one in her mouth.

  Of course I had already fucked nearly every hoe in the house. They all loved me because I was a baby in the game and I took the time to make ’em cum. Skully told me to cut that shit out because it was a true sign of weakness. “A real mack never considers a whore’s pleasure, Gerald. Them bitches is on the clock! The only one bustin a nut should be you!”

  But China Doll was different from all the rest. To me she looked like the stuff of my dreams. Her skin was smooth and cinnamon-colored, and she had long wavy hair. Her brown eyes were wide and slanted, and even surrounded by a house full of chicks with luscious titties and beautiful asses, her prime body stood out like a shining jewel.

  I claimed her right from the jump. Drooling, I told Skully she was mine and said I’d pay for her room and board and her bed fees too.

  “You gon’ wanna think real hard about that, son,” Skully warned me as he toked on an expensive cigar. We were cruising around our little country town in his shiny new car catching stares of envy from square niggas and honkies too.

  “Bitches gotta work hard to lay up in the sheets in my joint, and you know my pockets can’t never come up short. Remember,” he pointed his thick finger at me, “you don’t ever wanna play yourself outta position over a piece of ass, Gerald. Never.”

  “But she ain’t in the life real deep like that, Skully,” I protested. “You heard her when she told us that.”

  “And you believed her?”

  I just sat there sweating on my nose and swelling up inside.

  “A’ight.” Skully shrugged, maneuvering his whip down the block. He stuck his arm out the window and knocked the ash off his cigar with a flick of his finger. “You’ll learn. One day you gone hafta reach down inside ya drawers and figure out who’s the hoe and who’s the pimp!”

  I didn’t wanna hear none of that shit. Skully was talking about them other bitches who burnt up the sheets flatbacking, not about my lil brown Indian girl. I was young and dumb and China Doll stroked my heart. Fuck old-ass Skully. I was willing to do whatever the fuck I had to do to keep that nigga paid off, just as long as my pretty lil China Doll didn’t have to lay on her back and spread those stunning legs for no other nigga but me.

  She gathered up her few belongings and came upstairs to sleep in my bed. I hadn’t put my trust in a woman since I was five-years-old, but right away I trusted her. She laid back and let me do whatever I wanted, just the way I liked it. She was a little lady about it too, and she didn’t fuss when I wanted go at it all night long. Best of all, China Doll didn’t fuck with the fakeness of a whore, but she sure knew things that made me feel like a man.

  I got drunk just looking at her. Her titties were the size of small honey-dew melons and her perfect nipples stood out at least an inch. My lips couldn’t get enough of them and it felt like I spent hours sucking on those thangs like I was her newborn baby.

  Our sexual attraction was off the damn roof and we fucked like dogs in heat. I was young and cock-strong and it was nothing for me to bust a piece of that ass every single night. Sometimes day and night.

  Me and China Doll kept my sheets funky and cummed up, and sexually we did everything together under the damn sun.

  Well, except that one thing.

  “Go down…” China Doll moaned and pressed against my shoulders as she scooted up in the bed. I had been licking them pretty titties for days and massaging her slick pussy with my fingers, and right now she was dripping wet and ready for more.

  “Down, Gerald,” she insisted softly, gaping her legs wider as she pushed me lower. I slid my lips down her tight belly and over the pit of her navel. I was at the edge of her forest and her lil Indian pussy hairs were real soft and curly.

  “Down,” she whimpered, yanking my ears as she humped up at my face. “Down!”

  I raised my head as I moved down even lower and stared into the cavern of her glistening snatch. That pussy was two inches away from my face but instead of opening my mouth I froze and got caught in the grip of my memories...

  “Boy why you messing over all that good food?” Puddin asked me as I picked at my plate of pig feet, collard greens, and black-eyed peas. “With all them hungry chirren over at Ros
ie’s you couldn’ta ate more than a handful while you was there.”

  I ducked my six-year-old head and pushed a piece of fatback over to the other side of my plate. I was hungry as hell, but too queasy to eat. For four whole days everything I put in my mouth had turned rank and sour before it could even hit my stomach. Every time I belched the funk of sweaty pussy and rotting potatoes rose up in the back of my throat and gagged me. Four whole days straight and no matter how many times I washed my mouth out with baking soda and salt water I still couldn’t get the rancid taste of that nasty bitch off my tongue…

  Before long the hot lust me and China Doll shared turned into real love and we started making big plans for our future. The south was played out, we both agreed on that. All the happenin cities with big-time opportunities were up north, so that’s where we wanted to be. We bought us a big ceramic bank we called Piggy and started stashing away every dime we could find. The minute we filled it up we were gonna blow Skully’s joint and never look back.