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crib and in all his other stashes too.
    “What’s fucked up, baby,” Monique went ahead and spoke her thoughts out loud, “is how that bitch Juicy got away. We got left hanging while she got to roll outta here with her life intact and all of G’s money too. That trick shoulda got popped for real. Right along with her brother in the G-Spot.”
    Pluto nodded, and Monique could tell he was thinking real deep because his dick wouldn’t even get hard.
    “Don’t worry. I got this. Me and Ace gonna find that bitch and get her back to New York. And when we do, she ain’t never gonna leave again.”
    “Yeah,” Monique said, excitement surging through her at the thought of getting her some revenge on the bitch she hated the most. “I know just how to make that happen too, Papa. Remember, she’s real tight with that trick named Rita who tried to get my brother Maurice locked up. We can use that bitch and her little sisters as bait. Get next to them, and we can get next to Juicy. I guarantee it.”
    Monique squealed with glee as Pluto nodded in agreement, then she dove under the covers and put his sticky dick in her mouth and started sucking him off like a pro. She was too excited to be bothered by the rancid smell coming off of his body or the shit stains she saw on his side of the sheets. Fuck all that. She had a plan coming together in her head right now, a foolproof way that was guaranteed to work.
    And if it was the last thing Monique did, she was gonna get Juicy-Mo Stanfield.
    She was gonna pay that bitch back.

AIN’T NUTHIN’ SWEET
    Plea$ure
    Last Week . . .
    I watched her ass dance in the air, jiggling from one side to the other as she straddled him doggy-style, hovering her nakedness above Whisky’s. Candlelight glowed on the moist droplets of sweat coating their bodies, making their skin glisten in its light. The scene was beautiful; dark chocolate arms gripping creamy caramel, legs candy-caning swirls of brownness in a sexual intertwine of readiness. With juicy lips, she switched up and traveled south, sporadically kissing and licking down the deep groove between his abs. Whisky threw back his head in anticipation, bucked his groin, and closed his eyes. Every
move they made suggested they were going to get their shit on and poppin’ tonight.
    “Here, baby?” I heard her ask, zooming in on his thick pole before nibbling on its head.
    “Ooh, damn! Yeah. Right there. Swallow it,” he replied, gripping the back of her head as it bobbed up and down, lips greedily taking his entire dick into her mouth.
    She sucked, slurped, gurgled as she deep-throated him. Ass seesawing in tune with her head, she bounced to a beat that couldn’t be heard, but it was definitely there. A rhythm that said she and Whisky had jigged together before; their moves were effortless, practiced. Too knowing to be new.
    Her cheeks nodded again, teasing me while I hid in the shadows.
I gripped my tool as hard as I could when she slid her titties north, lining up her midsection with his, preparing to swallow Whisky’s dick with her pussy.
    But she wasn’t the only one prepared. I raged, watching her reach between her legs, spread her lips with two dainty fingers, then cap the tip of Whisky’s hardness with her moistness. Before she could slide down his pole gunshots clapped through the silence, shattering the quiet, the custom headboard and their sense of safety as I slipped all the way into the room with my tool aimed.
    “Suck it again, bitch! And you bet’ not turn around!” I yelled to her now stiff and quivering back. “Now!” I cocked the burner, hearing the cling of a bullet move into the chamber.
    She bawled as she backtracked. Her café au lait breasts dragged down Whisky’s chest, then stomach, before she reached her final destination: a flaccid piece of meat that no longer saluted or wanted her mouth.
    Whisky reached for the lamp on the nightstand, yelling, “What the hell?”
    “Not a fuckin’ move, Whisky!” I