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  “Sup, baby?” the dude said to Bubbles as he pulled out into traffic. His seat was leaning back so far that Nooni felt like he was riding in the back with her.

  He glanced at Bubbles, then nodded at Nooni and flashed her a handsome, thuggish grin. “Hey, gorgeous. How you doin’ today?”

  Bubbles giggled. “Nooni, this is Truth. Truth, Nooni.”

  Nooni smirked again. “Yeah, we already met.”

  Truth glanced over his shoulder at her again. She’d looked damn good when he was buzzed in the club last night, but he was really seeing her now. His gray eyes roamed over her smooth brown skin, high, firm breasts, and the spread of her curvy thighs.

  “We sure did, and you still lookin’ fine, baby,” he grinned and nodded. “Real fine.”

  Truth turned the music up mad loud. He drove with one hand as he sparked up a blunt. He puffed on it a few times and then passed it to Bubbles. She took a couple of long tokes, then sent it to Nooni in the backseat.

  The trio rode around getting nice and lifted. Before long, Nooni felt herself relaxing. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to unwind. She even sat back in the grimy seat. And even though her feet had sunk ankle-deep in the pile of stanking trash, she was steady patting them to the music’s banging beat.

  It wasn’t long before Truth and Bubbles started getting it on in the front seat. Nooni puffed a fresh blunt as she watched Truth steer with one hand and unbuckle his belt with the other. Moments later, Bubbles had dipped her head in his lap. As Nooni watched, they rode down the busy streets of Harlem with Bubbles bobbing and slobbing on Truth’s long, yellow joint.

  After a while, the cush had Nooni high and horny too. Forgetting about her heartache over Maleek, she thought about how Truth’s big hands had felt rubbing all over her in the club while they were dancing, and she couldn’t help but stare jealously as her girl throated his thang like it was a sugary bomb pop. It was rock-hard and glistening wet with spit, and Truth moaned as he drove, palming Bubbles’ head with his free hand as he rotated his hips and fucked up into her mouth.

  It didn’t take him long to bust his nut. By the time Bubbles swallowed his load and was coating her swollen lips from a tube of cherry-red gloss, Truth was sliding her a yard that he’d peeled off a knot he’d taken outta his sock, and they were pulling up outside of a nightclub.

  “What’s this?” Nooni asked, peering out the dirt-caked window as Truth turned off the ignition and opened his door. “Where we going?”

  “This is my chill joint,” he replied smoothly. “They call it the G-Spot. Whattup? You was feeling that lil kiddie action over at T.C.’s Place last night, but you too young to handle a grown man’s club?”

  Nooni smirked as he moved his seat forward and she followed him out on the driver’s side. She stood up and made a show of wiggling her succulent ass around as she hiked up the waistband of her tight designer jeans. “I ain’t too young for a damn thing,” she said, eyeing Truth’s crotch. She was drooling for the cash in his sock, and for that snake she’d seen him tuck back inside his pants too.

  Truth grinned and slung his arm over her shoulder. “So you ain’t got no problem chillin’ wit’ a niggah like me for a minute?” he said as they walked toward the nightclub’s front door.

  “Nah,” Nooni shrugged, feeling herself. “I ain’t got no problems with nothing,” she said, her gaze lowered, her eyes still glued to his dick. “Except for one thing,” she giggled, ignoring the hater look on Bubbles’ face. “The next time you feel like driving me and my homegirl around I’m riding up in the front.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Even though it was early afternoon the G-Spot was alive and kicking and everything about it looked spectacular to Nooni’s untrained eyes. She didn’t see the filthy windows, the grime on the floor, or the greasy fingerprints and smears that were all over the once-glistening fuck poles.

  There were people walking around drinking, smoking, and doing all kinds of other illicit shit. Led by Truth, Nooni and Bubbles pranced into the club strutting in their tight jeans and high heels like they were grown women who hung out in titty joints every other day.

  Truth took them over to a booth near the bar. Bubbles sat on one side of the crusty table while Nooni and Truth slid in next to each other on the opposite side.

  “What you ladies drinking?” Truth asked smoothly.

  They looked at each other and bust out giggling. Sneaking a little Pink Champale into school was one thing, but drinking real liquor at a bar on a school morning was even better.

  “Y’all got some Ciroc Coconut?” Bubbles asked, sticking a piece of gum in her mouth.

  “We got whatever you want.”

  Bubbles grinned. “Well that’s what I want!”

  “I want me a Ciroc Dragonberry,” Nooni said.

  “Yo, Bizz!” Truth hollered at a skinny dude behind the bar. “Let’s get the liquid luvin’ flowing over here, my slime! Nah’mean? For the ladies!”

  $$$$$

  “Bitch, are you sure that’s her sister? Don’t be playing with me! You know I can’t stand that fuckin’ chick.”

  “That’s her! I’m telling you. That’s her.”

  Monique stood in the doorway of the G-Spot’s closed-down kitchen and eyed the two teeny-boppin’ chickenheads who were getting tipsy with her young stud, Truth.

  The little hoes couldn’ta been more than seventeen, if that. Monique couldn’t help but chuckle inside. If G could see these two sweet pieces of jailbait sitting up in his spot that niggah would be bitching about his liquor license and kicking a hole in his coffin!

  Monique peered closely at the beautiful young girl they were scoping out.

  “She do look like her, though. Same skin color. Same hair.”

  “That’s because they’re sisters!” Honey Dew insisted. “Rita is the oldest, this chick here is in the middle, and then they have a real little sister too.”

  Monique’s lip twisted. “So where the hell is Rita while her sister is playing hookey up in a damn club?”

  “I ain’t seen her in a minute,” Honey Dew said, grilling the two young girls over Monique’s shoulder. She tipped her beer up and slurped from the neck, then shrugged. “The last I heard, somebody said Rita moved outta her old apartment. She got a new place now. I think she moved in after Juicy and Gino dipped.”

  Honey Dew took another sip from her bottle. “She’s still right here in Harlem though, so she didn’t go too far.”

  “Oh, hell yeah!” Monique whispered gleefully as the young chick stood up and walked out on the dance floor with Truth. “That’s her! That’s Rita’s sister ’cause they shaped just alike. That bitch got a real cute ass. What’s her name again?”

  Honey Dew frowned and shook her head. “Fuck if I remember. Nah-Nah. Nu-Nu. Nee-Nee.” She shrugged. “Some stupid shit like that.”

  Monique couldn’t take her eyes off the stunning young brown thing. She was a cocoa-colored Puerto Rican. Obviously mixed with black. The young girl who had come in with her was pretty too. She had real light skin and silky hair down to her ass.

  Look at these lil hot mamas, Monique laughed inside. They were gorgeous all right. And grown as hell, too. They had their hot asses up in a men’s club when they shoulda been sitting up in school tryna learn something. Monique loved it.

  “You sure that’s her, right?” she asked Honey Dew again. She just couldn’t believe something this good could be falling right into her lap.

  Honey Dew sighed and passed Monique her beer. “Bitch, look at her! She looks just like a little Rita. Plus, I already fuckin’ told you. It’s her. I know ’cause she used to hang out with a girl who stays next door to me. Some young chick named Bashira. Rita used to pick her sister up from there all the time.”

  Monique nodded, a cunning look glowing in her eyes.

  “I sure hope you right ’cause I owe that bitch Rita one. She tried to get my brother Maurice locked up over some bullshit back in the day.”

  Honey Dew nodded right
back. “My next door neighbor can’t stand Rita neither. She came home and caught this here chick—Nooni! Yeah, I remember now—her name is Nooni—giving little Bashira dick-sucking lessons with a banana. Trust me. That’s her.”

  Monique took a swig from the beer bottle and watched the girls dance and suck down free liquor from the bar.

  “Oh, I know that lil bitch can suck some dick,” she nodded. “That’s how she got my brother knocked. Rita caught her giving Maurice some head and called the fuckin’ cops. Like he was raping her or some shit. I oughtta beat that lil bitch’s ass right now.”

  “You oughtta start thinking, is what you oughtta do,” a silky, but strong feminine voice said behind them.

  Monique and Honey Dew both whipped around. Salida had snuck up on them and dipped on their conversation without either one of them realizing it.

  “Hey Mizz Salida,” Monique said sweetly. “What’s going on?”

  Salida smirked, turning up her pretty lips.

  “The cash register, baby. That’s what’s going on.” Salida nodded toward the teenagers who were out on the dance floor getting loose with Truth.

  “I heard what y’all was saying just now. Why you wanna kick that baby’s ass?”

  Monique ran the situation down real quick. “The one in the white shirt is Nooni. Her sister, Rita, used to run real tight with Juicy before G got killed.”

  “Is that right?” Salida asked, perking up at the mention of Juicy’s name.

  “Yeah. That lil bitch got my brother knocked when Rita caught them fuckin’ and called the cops on him.”

  “And this girl, Rita, you say she’s Juicy’s friend?”

  “Yeah. They partners. Homegirls. Juicy used to bring Rita around here every now and then when G was alive. Her and her little college friends would sit up in G’s VIP booth looking stupid and acting like they was the shit.”

  “So, Juicy and Rita are tight, but are they friends?”

  “Yeah, they friends,” Monique shrugged. “As much as two bitches can be friends anyway.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Matter of fact, Rita was the one Juicy went running to the night her brother shot G.”

  Salida stared. “How do you know that?”

  “’Cause I followed her ass! I came down here even though Ace had kicked my ass and told me to stay home. At first I was sitting in my car in the alley out back, and I watched them take off with G’s body in the trunk of his Benz. When I drove around front I got the shit shocked outta me when I saw Juicy come busting out the door. She was asshole-naked with just a sheet wrapped around her.”

  Honey Dew shook her head sadly. “It was a shame the way they did Juicy. They had that girl tied to a pole down in that Dungeon for days. I can still hear her screaming. How the hell did she get out?”

  Monique shrugged. “I don’t know, but I saw her jet. She jumped in a bootleg taxi, and when they pulled off, I followed they asses.”

  Salida asked, “And where’d they go?”

  “I just told you! They went to Rita’s house! I saw that bitch open her front door and let Juicy in!”

  Salida nodded. “So Rita and Juicy look out for each other like that, huh? That’s good. That’s even better than good.”

  “Yeah. That’s why I was just telling Honey Dew I should go over there and bust Nooni’s lil ass. Give her something to take back to her sister.”

  Salida waved her hand and shook her head real fast.

  “Nah, nah, nah, darling. Forget about busting her ass. That’s not how you win at this kind of game. Like I said, you need to start thinking!”

  “A bitch like me,” Monique snapped, “is always fuckin’ thinking!”

  “Then think on this,” Salida said slickly. “We’ve got us a cute young goose who can lay us a fat golden egg, and all you can think about is kicking her ass.”

  Monique shrugged. “Then maybe I’ll put her out on the track, or throw her young tail in one of the fuck rooms and make her flatback for some dollars instead. That’s what G woulda done. Headlined her ass. We gotta take the Spot back to what it used to be. That’s the only way we gonna get our pockets back right again.”

  Salida disagreed.

  “Listen, can’t no one chick sell enough ass to get this place back up on its feet. I don’t care how hot her pussy is. But what we can do is use her. We can use what we got, to get what we want!”

  “And how we gonna do that?”

  “Oh,” Salida said mysteriously. “There’s more than one way to kill a cat. But first we’re gonna go fishing. And that little hottie sitting over there is gonna be our prime piece of bait.”

  “Hmm…” Monique mused as Salida took her aside and broke it all the way down so she could understand it. The more Monique listened, the more impressed she was with Salida and her plan. No wonder G had locked this scheming bitch up way outta the country and tried to throw away the damn key!

  Salida strategized like a man. She was way slicker than G was. Far more ruthless. If G hadn’t drugged her up and stashed her in that nut-house Salida woulda had his black ass out on the track turning tricks and bringing her the money!

  “So,” Monique said, trying to wrap her head around the crazy-ass scenario Salida had just dropped on her. “You saying there’s a way we can use Nooni, and get her to use her sister Rita, so we can get our hands on some big-time money?”

  “That’s correct. About two hundred grand to start.”

  Monique shook her head at the thought of all those zeros. “I just don’t see it, Mizz Salida. That bitch Rita ain’t paid. She ain’t got that kind of cash.”

  “No, she doesn’t,” Salida coldly agreed.

  “But her good friend Juicy does.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Nooni mighta thought she was street slick, but she didn’t have nothing on Money-Making Monique. At seventeen-years-old, she was miles behind the seasoned stripper, but she admired her swagger on sight.

  Monique wiggled her delicious body over to the table where Nooni and Bubbles now sat chatting with Truth.

  “Hey, cutie.”

  “Sup, Mo,” Truth joked, raising his chin and wincing as he tossed down a shot-glass full of straight gin.

  “Shut up,” Monique said playfully, popping her chewing gum between her back teeth. “You cute, Truth, but ain’t nobody talking to you.” She flashed Nooni and Bubbles a bright smile.

  “I was talking to her,” she said, nodding at Nooni. “Welcome to the G-Spot, cutie. Look at your pretty eyes and all that curly hair! You’re gorgeous, honey. What’s your name?”

  Nooni swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe the beautiful lady with the butter weave and bombastical body was giving her props. She was awestruck and flattered, and Bubbles had to kick her under the table to get her to answer.

  “N-Nubia,” she stuttered, smiling back. “My name is Nubia, but they call me Nooni.”

  Monique slid into the booth next to Bubbles and sparked up some chocolate sticky.

  “So why y’all not in school?” she asked, puffing first and then passing the blunt across the table to Nooni. “All that reading and writing shit is boring as hell, ain’t it?” she added quickly, just so they knew she wasn’t tryna preach to them or chastise them for playing hookey and cutting classes.

  Nooni could barely speak. She was overly impressed by Monique’s flawless brown skin, perfect false eyelashes, and three-inch diamond-studded fake nails.

  Monique was sucking up the adoration with glee. She liked being admired by young girls. She liked tickling their ears and dumping dog shit in their empty heads. Salida had been right. There was more than one way to skin a cat. It was much smarter to use Rita’s little sister as their tool than it was to get mad and beat her ass. She spent the next two hours happily wooing Nooni and Bubbles, soaking their throats with liquor and filling their heads up with whimsical nonsense. The kind of dumb shit that young girls loved to hear.

  “Check it out,” Monique said, feeling a little bit tipsy herself after
matching Truth drink for drink. “I know y’all got school and homework and studying and all that type of bullshit going on. But are either one of y’all interested in making some extra money?”

  Monique laughed inside as all four bright eyes in the two guttersnipe faces lit up.

  “Yeah,” both girls said together. “Hell, yeah!”

  “See,” Monique explained, lying her black ass off, “I’m a party planner. I put together erotic events for paid niggahs who got swole pockets. Can y’all young heffahs dance?”

  Heads got to bobbing up and down.

  “Well, we don’t do no whole lotta freaky shit or nothing like that. You know, no fucking or dick sucking is required. But you will have to strip. And you’ll have to shake that ass a lil bit too. You know, it ain’t nothing serious. You just wiggle outta your panties and smack the crotch under them niggah’s noses. Humph. After that, their old asses are usually straight for the rest of the night.”

  “Both of these honeys got plenty of ass,” Truth laughed. “I believe they can handle that.”

  Monique nodded. “True, true. Problem is, I only got one opening left. Most of our parties are way out in Philly, or sometimes down in Atlantic City. I can only fit one more girl in my whip.”

  She looked from Nooni to Bubbles, then back to Nooni again.

  “So who’s it gonna be?”

  Monique snickered to herself as the girls damn near brawled trying to get chosen, “Me! Me! Me!”

  She gazed thoughtfully up at the ceiling for a moment, and then batted her false eyelashes as she looked from girl to girl.

  “Y’all both real cute. But stand up and lemme see who got the best shape.”

  The young girls almost broke their necks as they scurried to get out of the booth. Standing in front of Monique, they struck pose after pose, tooting up their asses and arching their slender backs trying to make their high, young titties look even bigger.