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  “I’m signing up for the Junior NBA Gatorade Championship,” I told Pimp. “Just watch. I’m getting in the NBA. I’ma be bigger than Jordan, bigger than that niggah Kobe too. I want you and Smoove to be down with me.”

  Pimp just laughed.

  “You do it, Thug. Go for it. And when you get on you can put me and Smoove down. You know how we do, niggah! Everything for the family….”

  Chapter 5

  So what I’m trying to telling you is, I had history with T.C. and Miss Lady. I mighta been a cold niggah out on them streets, but I had real feelings in my heart for the good people Pimp wanted me to rob. Regardless, the clock was ticking down on my cousin Smoove, and Pimp’s half-assed plan was pressing down on my mind. I left him getting his hand stitched up in the emergency room at Harlem Hospital, and walked down to the Flip It and Clip It Hair and Nail Salon, ignoring all the heads that turned my way.

  I wasn’t even through the door good before females started coming up out the sinks to check me out. Even them loud-ass hair dryers couldn’t cover the sounds of my name being tossed around.

  Thug-A-Licious, Pimp-A-Licious, Smoove-A-Licious!

  The ’Licious Lovers were well-known all over the Harlem street set. Me, Pimp, and Smoove had performed as a trio in clubs from New York City to B-more, spitting bangers and hard gansta rhymes, and even some of Smoove’s dirty crunk cuts that kept more thongs flying our way than we could handle.

  But as much love as we got in other cities, it was the folks of Harlem who claimed us and kept us warm. Especially the honeys. They literally threw themselves on my dick cause I had a rep for knockin’ it out real nasty. It wasn’t unusual to find six or seven jawns waiting for me when I jumped off a stage, fighting each other to be the first piece of meat on my plate.

  But right now Smoove’s life was on the line and Muddah Vernoy was the only woman who could help me get my head right. Muddah worked in the salon part-time and went to school at night. I’d met her when I was fourteen…about a week after Noojie stabbed the rent man with a pair of scissors and got us all put out in the street in the middle of the winter.

  Me and Pimp had rolled up to the crib one afternoon just in time to catch Noojie cussing and screaming out the window, and the rent man staggering outside holding his neck.

  “You took pussy for rent last month, mothafuckah!” my moms hollered, throwing empty beer bottles down at him as he tried to run to his car. “Whut? Whut? I ain’t suck your nasty dick the way you like it this month? Whut?”

  We jumped dead on that fool. He was a Dominican cat with short gray hair. If he thought he was bleeding when Noojie stuck him, the snow was red with blood when me and Pimp got through with his ass.

  We took turns kicking and stomping him. I wasn’t sure where Pimp’s rage was coming from, but I beat that motherfucker down out of shame. Hell yeah I was embarrassed. What down cat wanted their moms on her knees sucking dick to pay the fuckin’ rent?

  It took social services to get us out of our jam. And the only reason they rescued us is cause my baby sister Precious had cancer and they couldn’t allow her to be living out in the cold. They gave Noojie an emergency rental assistance voucher and the five of us moved further uptown, deeper into Harlem where the buildings were even raggedier than the ones we had left.

  Our new apartment building was much bigger. It had six floors and twenty-four apartments. Ours was on the top floor, right next to the stairwell that led to the roof. Like the young dawgs we were, me, Pimp, and Smoove went on an immediate pussy hunt. We started checking out all the females in the neighborhood to decide who would fuck who first. We weren’t in our new building for more than two days before I got a hit from a girl who lived downstairs.

  Her name was Yasmere and from the way she stepped to us I knew she was a chickenhead who knew exactly how to bring it.

  “All a y’all niggahs fine as shit, but hell no,” she said, pointing at Pimp. “Not him. I’ll fuck you and the cute brown-skinned one over there, but this niggah here looks scary. I ain’t fuckin’ him.”

  “C’mon, now,” I said, giving her my big smile that never failed to get the panties dropping. It wasn’t working, though. A lot of females were hesitant about getting with Pimp. He had a hard edge to him that made it impossible not to peep his cruel nature.

  She crossed her arms. “Hell, no. He can’t fuck me.”

  “Damn, baby,” I grinned some more. “What you got against my dawg? You don’t even know him.” I wanted to put Pimp down on some of this, but shawty had a nice body on her and a niggah like me loved to fuck. Pimp needed to learn how to approach a woman. He needed to stop banging them around and start treating them like I did. Like I appreciated that pussy.

  She shook her head like she meant what she’d said. I didn’t get pressed because I wasn’t anxious to fuck behind Pimp no way. Wasn’t no telling what woulda been left of this chick when he got through.

  Yasmere stared into my eyes. “You,” she said to me, then pointed at Smoove, “and you. But not him.”

  Pimp started laughing. “Fuck you, bitch. I ain’t want none of your stank-ass pussy no way.”

  I shrugged and grabbed her hand, squeezing her fingers. Her breasts looked like water balloons under her sweater and her ass was nice and fat. She took me and Smoove into her dark apartment and told us to be quiet.

  “Don’t make no noise,” she whispered. “My daddy is in the back sleeping. He works for Transit, and he gotta get up and go to work soon.”

  I pushed her up against a wall and slid my hands between her legs, feeling her plump pussy. She moaned, and I covered her lips with my mouth and started tonguing her down.

  “Not out here,” she whispered, even though she was squeezing her legs together and humping that pussy all over my hand. “We gotta go in my room.”

  Oh we was going to the room, all right. I just wanted her and Smoove both to know who was hitting that shit first.

  The bedroom was small and almost empty. There was a narrow cot pushed against the wall and a turned-over box with a lamp sitting on it. I pushed her shoulders gently so she could lay back on the bed, then stood over her checking out her shape as I undid my belt.

  “Yo, niggah!” Smoove spoke up in the background. “What the fuck I’m s’posed to do while you dig up in her belly? Watch you?”

  I shrugged and kept my eyes on her. “Do what the fuck you do,” I told him. “Just do that shit quietly.”

  Smoove walked out the room and closed the door, and I decided to take my time with this fine little dark-chocolate honey laying out before me. If she wasn’t worried about her daddy waking up, then neither was I.

  “I’m hot,” she said and took off her sweater. Her chest was bare and full. My mouth got watery. I couldn’t wait to suck her nipples. She leaned back on the bed as I buried my face between her mounds. I helped unfasten her pants, and she lifted up her ass so I could slide them down her thick, pretty legs.

  When she was naked I got on my knees. The cot was weak and felt like it was on three legs. I had to balance myself or we woulda fell off and rolled to the floor. She helped me pull down my jeans and grabbed hold of my dick and I heard her grunt, surprised at what I was carrying. I smiled with pride. I had more than enough to impress any woman. My hands touched her everywhere, and I felt sweat forming on her body. I guided my throbbing dick toward her mouth, and she opened up wide, sucking me in deep.

  Just watching her lips sliding over my joint had me making crazy faces. I let my hands roam over her shoulders and down her arms, enjoying myself. I loved women. I dug the way they smelled. I loved looking at their bodies and touching their soft skin. I enjoyed tasting them too. But that would come later.

  Yasmere was sucking faster now and making slurping noises. She gripped my dick tightly with her lips and swirled her hot tongue around the head.

  “Yeah!” she started whispering to it. Talking to that dick. She ran her tongue all the way down to my balls and back up again, rubbing my joint all over her f
ace as she squeezed my balls.

  I entered her mouth again and closed my eyes and concentrated on the rhythm she was creating. I hadn’t gotten head like this in a long time, and I was excited. I balanced myself on my knees and held on to the wall. I was moving my hips and slamming into her mouth. She was bobbing so fast her lips made wet popping sounds on me.

  “Oooh!” I moaned, holding the back of her head and stroking even harder. “You bout to get this shit girl!”

  She pulled her lips off me and held up a condom. She laughed. “All this dick? Niggah you better not come till I get a chance to bounce on this shit for a good minute.”

  “We don’t need that shit,” I said, pushing her hand and the condom away.

  She almost sat straight up. “You might not need it, but I damn sure do.”

  I was disappointed cause sex in a glove didn’t do shit for me. I liked getting my joint nice and wet, but the way she was looking told me it was either wear the damn glove or get up and send Smoove in so he could get him a crack.

  I knew what time it was. I nodded and she slid the hat down on me, then lay back with her nipples toward the ceiling and her legs spread wide.

  “Open them wider,” I said, tapping her inner thigh. “Hold them farther apart.”

  She slid one leg half off the bed and propped the other one up against the wall. I looked down into her wet pussy and sucked my breath in as she put her hand between her legs and inserted one finger deep in her tunnel, masturbating herself.

  “Come get this pussy,” she whispered, her snatch making wet sucking sounds as it gripped her moving finger. “You a thug motherfucker, right? So come rock it.”

  She arched her hips up in the air and I met her on the downstroke. Her ass was firm but fluffy in my hands as I thrust my dick straight into her and started stroking until she purred.

  “Oh…yes…please…ssss…argh!” She wrapped her legs around my waist and whimpered in my ear, telling me how big my dick was and how good I fucked.

  I drove into her gently, then harder. Hitting her spot and making her eyes roll up in her head. Her pussy was good, and I was ready to cum. Instead, I put one foot on the floor and turned her over on the stomach and started pounding her from behind.

  She was yelling now. Singing a thug song. I slid my fingers between her ass cheeks and around to her clit and stroked it softly. Her body started trembling, and I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. Humping hard, I spread two fingers into a V and pressed down on her clit with my palm as I felt my dick drilling in and out of her.

  She backed that ass up into me, taking it all and urging me to go deeper. We were halfway off the broken-down little bed. The sheets was on the floor and we were both swirling our hips and moaning out loud.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she screamed, arching her back like a cat and coming hard. I was right behind her. I slapped her juicy ass, slamming my dick in deep and fast, then at the last minute I pulled out and snatched off the condom. Rubbing my dick all over her ass I came, coating her backside with hot slippery cream.

  “Yeah,” she panted, and to my surprise she reached back and ran her hand along her ass, then turned around and looked at me as she sucked my cum off her fingers. “That’s the best dick I ever had,” she swore, smiling with her big bright eyes. “How old is you? Forget it. It don’t even matter cause your ass fucks like a grown man. I’m for real too. You the best.”

  I laughed and pulled her up to me. I kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip as she caught her breath.

  “So what now?” I asked a few minutes later. I deliberately spoke in a cold voice as I put on my boxers and zipped up my jeans. I buckled my belt. “You ready for me to send my boy in here, or what?”

  She was laying back on the rumpled bed, rubbing her nipples and squeezing one juicy tit in each hand.

  “Your boy?” She laughed loudly. “Your boy? You think your boy can come in here and hit this pussy right behind you? I don’t care what kinda weapon he might be holding, the only dick I wanna ride tonight is yours!”

  I smiled as she grinned and licked her lips. Her stomach was flat and sexy and her hips curved and strong. I felt my dick getting hard again, and I shrugged.

  “Whatever, then,” I said and got on my knees. I stuck out my tongue and started licking all over her sweat-coated body, then buried my face between her thighs. “First let me get a little snack-snack. And then I’ll let you go for a ride.”

  Thirty minutes later my second nut had been busted. Smoove was nowhere in sight and I had had enough of Yasmere to last me through the night. I’d handled her so right that she was hanging off of me, wanting to cuddle and shit like women always do after getting some prime dick. I slapped her firm ass. Sucked her neck. Balanced those firm titties in my hands. I gave her all the affection she needed on my way to the door.

  I was definitely looking forward to getting me some more of Yasmere in the future, so I took a quick second to give her a last little bit of love before I bounced. We were standing in the open doorway kissing when the stairwell door slammed. Both of us looked up as a gorgeous sistah came around the corner holding a cup in her hand.

  Yasmere laughed and started talking shit, but I just stood there staring. The girl was bad. Fine, classy, and had a body that made the one I’d just climbed off look like a bag of twigs. But it wasn’t just the body that had my jaw dropped and some strange feelings tugging at a niggah’s heart.

  “What?” Yasmere said. My hand had slid off her titty and she grabbed my fingers and tried to put them back on there. “You around here begging again? Girl, when you gone get a damn job and handle your damn business?”

  What the fuck? I thought. Everybody was poor in this joint. Niggahs in the hood borrowed shit all the time. Yasmere was foul to talk that kinda shit, and I decided she would never get a chance to bounce on my good dick again. I was still staring at the girl. I busted the shameful look that crossed her face and knew it would stay with me for a long time. Don’t worry, baby, I promised her fine ass in my mind and in my heart. Just wait till a niggah like me get on. I’ma make sure you ain’t never gotta beg nobody for shit else again in life.

  Like I said, jawns was coming up out the sinks to get a good look at me, but the only woman I was studying was Muddah. I waited at the counter until a pretty young sistah with big eyes came out the back room and greeted me.

  “Welcome to Flip It and Clip It. You need somebody to hook up your braids?”

  “Nah,” I answered, ignoring the undeniable interest coming from her eyes. “I’m looking for Carmiesha. She here?”

  “Uhm, ain’t you one of them ’Licious Lovers? I seen y’all cuttin up over at Harlem World.”

  “Yeah, I’m Thug. Carmiesha here?”

  The girl smirked, seeing her opportunity to get with me go up in the air.

  She popped her gum and looked over her shoulder. “Yeah, she here. She doing her homework in the back.”

  While she went to get Muddah I leaned on the counter, looking through the window at the Harlem streets outside. I loved these streets, and they’d been good to me. I’d been through the fire on these streets and had even thought I would die on them. But that was back in the day. I was twenty now and it was time to get with the rest of the program. Time to stop playing games and get my solo album cut. Time to start thinking about my kids who I never hardly saw and didn’t do shit for when I did see ’em. Time to get my ass upstate to college and prove myself, and then get out there and bust some niggahs up wearing an official NBA jersey. Just thinking about all of that balanced against what Pimp wanted me to get down on was giving me heartburn.

  But when I thought about Muddah everything inside me got comfortable. My heart felt like it had a home. We wasn’t together full-time no more cause she couldn’t get with the baby drama and all the other women. She had started seeing other dudes cause she said a niggah like me just couldn’t do right. And no matter how much I tried to explain that sex with groupies and honeys was just for fun, and that wha
t I felt for her was from the heart, Muddah just wasn’t having it. I guess in a way that made me dig her even more.

  Muddah came out the back room looking fresh and tight. Even the shit with Smoove didn’t stop me from noticing how good she looked. She had the body of a freak but carried herself like a queen diva. Like she knew her pussy was good but wasn’t advertising that shit. She’d gotten rid of her glasses and moved up to contact lenses years ago, and as I stared into her eyes I let my real, naked self show.

  “Hey, Dre,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss me. “How you doing?” Maybe she sensed something in me cause she looked deeper into my eyes. “Whassup? Something wrong?”

  I pulled her close to my chest and breathed deeply. I knew a million nosy eyes was on us but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Nah. I’m straight, baby. I just wanted to see you, you know? Maybe get wit’ you if you got a little spare time for a niggah.”

  She looked at her watch. “I still have to do a lot of homework, and I’m supposed to clean up in here tonight, but maybe I can get Joy to cover for me. I’ll be right back.”

  I watched her ass cheeks swinging under the sexy skirt she wore, and even though I’d busted a big nut with Vikki last night I still wanted me some Muddah. I couldn’t wait until we got back to the crib. I was gonna push up in my girl and duck out on the world.

  “I gotta be somewhere so I ain’t got a lotta time,” I told her when she came back out. Muddah nodded and I grabbed her hand as we walked out the door. Behind us, them sistahs was hating on her hard, talking shit cause Mami was rolling out with me instead of one of them.

  Unlike most of these ghetto jawns who were wrapped up in all kinds of surface shit that didn’t mean a damn thing, Muddah was like me in a lotta ways. She was from the streets but she had goals and dreams. She mighta been working in the beauty salon right now, but come six o’clock at night she took her ass cross town to study business at Hunter College. I couldn’t wait until the day when she had her own damn joint. She would put her business training to work and shut all these frontin’-ass hoes down.