From the Streets to the Sheets

by Noire

Genres: African American Urban; African American Women's Fiction; Women's Fiction

Synopsis

In this bold collection of hard-hitting urban erotic quickies, Noire, the undisputed Queen of Urban Erotica, brings you eleven authors who explore, without apology or restraint, street sagas of sexual pleasure.

Boasting an all-star lineup of some of today’s hottest authors–and sprinkled with heat from some fresh new talent too–this collection from Noire thoroughly lives up to her credo of giving her fans just what they like: street drama with a sheet-drenching erotic twist.

Here you’ll find sexy tales from fan favorites K’wan, Joy, Thomas Long, Jamise L. Dames, Andrea Blackstone, Gerald Malcom, Euftis Emory, Kweli Walker, and Erick Gray, along with two hot new voices: Aretha Temple and Plea$ure. Noire even supplies her own juicy addition to the hard-body lineup.

So beware: The heat and the drama between these pages are not fairy tales for the desperate housewife. Ride hard with Noire as her authors get their grind on and take it to the limits in From the Streets to the Sheets.

Release date: August 12, 2008

Publisher: One World

Print pages: 352

Sample

Monique never could stand Juicy’s ass.
 
She’d known her from 136th Street, and used to tease her retarded brother Jimmy in school all the time. Juicy’s grandmother was sanctified, and used to look down her nose on Monique’s mother because she had ten kids by ten different daddies and couldn’t control none of them.
 
Monique had moved across town in the ninth grade and forgotten all about Juicy, but years later here that bitch came, strutting her s*** up in Monique’s territory like she was special or something. Monique had felt herself fill to the top with envy when G brought virgin-ass Juicy up in the Spot, then shut down his whole operation and took her up on the stage and asked if anybody had f***ed the bitch or even sucked her.
 
“Who does that bitch think she is?” Monique had fumed to her girl, a stripper called Honey Dew. “I shoulda raised my hand and screamed, ‘Me! Me! Me! I sucked that phony bitch out and I f***ed her too!’ ” Monique laughed hard at the thought. “G woulda dropped her so-called virgin ass so quick she would still be wandering around Harlem trying to find the train station.”
 
“Who cares?” Honey Dew shrugged. “G don’t f*** with no hoes, and don’t no real bitch wanna be pinned down by an old head like him no way. That niggah is grimy and coldblooded, and I’m glad he won’t touch nothing but a virgin. That means my ass is safe. So you can dead all them thoughts you been thinking about you and him, Monique. Your pussy meter been clicked too many times, because just like the rest of us, your ass been run through up in this Spot.”
 
“Who said I wanted G’s old ass? Yeah, that niggah’s paid, but s***. So is Pluto. I’m straight with what I got.”
 
“Bitch, don’t front. Everybody can see how hard you trying to be down on G’s dick. And since he’s the one feeding your stankin-butt boo Pluto, you might wanna watch that s***. I hear Pluto’s funky ass can be a bitch-buster too, you know.”
 
Monique let Honey Dew’s warning bounce off her. Yeah, Pluto could get stupid with his hands sometimes, but every ho working the Spot, including Honey Dew, would have slit Monique’s throat if it meant they could get closer to her man. Stank drawers or not.
 
But Monique had really been steaming inside the night G pronounced that Juicy was gonna be his new woman. Her young, dumb ass had stood up on that stage grinning like she was the s***. Like she was the prize that had been chosen by the king. While Monique, who was G’s top stripper and big-money flatbacker, had to stand there and watch that bitch get the kind of top billing that should have been hers.
 
But Monique wasn’t no damn fool. And she had to give it to Juicy. The bitch was fly. She had killer curves, good hair, and a real pretty face. But she was square and too damn stupid for her own good. A playa like G needed a real bitch who understood the game and could watch his back. He needed a bitch who could contribute to his empire and make s*** happen for him on all levels. A trick like Juicy wasn’t good for much more than sitting up on a bar stool looking tight all night, and although Monique knew she was one devastating bitch herself, she was working with a real brain too, so she was much more valuable to any niggah’s hustle.
 
So for two years Monique hated on Juicy and mindf***ed her every chance she got. G’s money was being well spent because that trick stayed draped in fly, expensive rags, with her hair and nails done to perfection every day. Monique made damn sure she kept right up with her too. She had always made sure her s*** was whipped butter from head to toe, but with Juicy on the scene she put even more effort into her style, sauntering up in the G-Spot with so much pussy-appeal that niggahs stopped in their tracks and pulled out long bank just to watch her step out of her panties.
 
But Juicy had done f***ed up now. She’d gotten with that broke sherm Gino and let a little young dick go to her head. Monique had laughed her ass off when they dragged that ho through the doors looking like a s***-on rat. They tossed her and that fine college-boy Gino down in the Dungeon and f***ed them both up real nice.
 
She knew Juicy’s X had definitely hit the spot when G ordered his boys to bring her upstairs so she could work the poles. Monique’s face almost split in half from laughing so hard, especially when she saw Ace and Pluto dragging that bitch around the corner smelling like old piss and sporting a black eye, a busted lip, and a big red noogie on her forehead.
 
“Damn, Juicy!” Monique laughed. She had just gotten herself powdered, pressed, and dressed, and she knew she was looking like a cotton candy dream. “Your s*** is f***ed up! I always knew you wasn’t nothing but a low-profile ho!”
 
That bitch had the nerve to stunt.
 
“F*** you, you three-titty bitch!”
 
“Oh, but ya niggah loves ’em,” Monique taunted her, squeezing her own breasts. “And while your stank-ass pussy is getting scuffed and plunged tonight, he’s gonna be sucking on all three of these titties!”
 
If she hadn’t hated Juicy so much, Monique mighta felt sorry for her. The girl had been humiliated as f*** dancing up on that stage, but she slid her pussy and legs up and down that pole just like she was told, because she knew better than to f*** with G.
 
Later on that night Monique got the good news from one of the other girls. Every ho in the house was gonna have a light night, because Juicy was in hot demand. Monique caught up with Pluto and Greco as they were dragging Juicy toward f*** room number nine, and Monique skipped over happily to tell her the good news.
 
“Juicy, you my motherf***in’ girl! Them niggahs out there just LOVE you! Your fine ass got twelve chips and a whole line of cash niggahs waiting on you. It musta been that ‘ass thing’ you did that freaked them all out. Whatever it was, thank you! You giving all the other hoes up in here a break tonight!”
Monique had wanted to scream with laughter at the look on Juicy’s face. The high-maintenance bitch looked terrified as s***. As if f***in’ fifteen or twenty stank-breath niggahs with hard dicks was gonna kill her or something.
 
“Here,” Monique said, taking some pity on her and passing her a pill from her personal stash. “After the first ten dirty-dicked niggahs screwing and slobbering all over you, you’re gonna need this to help you get through the rest. Later, hater!”