Noire Thong on Fire: An Urban Erotic Tale ISBN 13: 9781416533023

Thong on Fire: An Urban Erotic Tale - Softcover

9781416533023: Thong on Fire: An Urban Erotic Tale
View all copies of this ISBN edition:
 
 
I was just a lost little girl forced to make it in a grown woman's world. A child turned out by the rulers of the game. When you get thrown into a snakepit you better learn how to wiggle! It's all about survival, baby. And not only did I learn the code of the streets, I made my own damn rules and got paid in the process. So listen close, but watch your pockets. I'm a Harlem girl. A scandalous chick. A ruthless mama. Me and this city are just alike. Grimy. And we never, ever sleep...

It's a hard knock life for Saucy Sarita Robinson and the rules of the game are clear: get yours or get had. When her father gets popped in an armed robbery and her mother turns to drugs, Saucy is left to scratch out a life for herself on the streets of Harlem, and this city-slick vixen refuses to become a victim.

Young, hot, and hungry for the spotlight, Saucy has a full package and uses her assets to get whatever she wants: 128th Street has its own rules, and she knows them well. With sex as her weapon of choice, Saucy hustles her way straight into the heart of the hip-hop underworld, preying upon any man -- or woman -- who might help her get ahead. But Hottt Saucy just can't get enough. Her calculating nature and insatiable appetite for power and prestige tempt her into dangerous waters, and before long she finds herself in too deep. The shot callers of the hip-hop world have a few tricks for Saucy -- a gutter plan to force her back onto the very streets that she came from.

But Saucy refuses to go down easy. She plots her revenge against some of the most powerful playas in the music industry, never suspecting that her enemies will fight back...and fight back hard.

"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.

About the Author:
Noire is the originator of the urban erotic genre and the publisher and editor-in-chief of NoireMagazine.com A New York born and bred author, Noire is the CEO of NOIRE Entertainment Group.. She is the #1 Essence bestselling author of G-Spot, Candy Licker, Baby Brother, and Thug-A-Licious. Visit her website at AskNoire.com.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
ﻯ

Chapter 1

This was gonna be my last damn time riding somebody's nasty Prison Gap bus. Babies were crying, music was blasting, and every ghetto trick in New York City was trying to get upstate for a trailer visit. I elbowed the hefty sistah who was sitting on my right. A licked-down watermelon stick was clutched in her fat fist, and she was snoring like a truck driver when we hadn't even hit the highway yet. I pushed her ass even harder. She had the whole damn window to lean up against, but she insisted on pouring that chocolate Jell-O all over me.

I crossed my legs and tried not to let too much of my Fendi jacket touch the stained cloth seats. There wasn't no telling how many skeezers had sat their stank asses here before me, and I wasn't anxious to pick nothing up on my last trip.

New York was hot as hell for September, and right outside, Columbus Circle was live and jumping. Brothas was hoopin' under lights and slamming killers on the handball courts in Central Park. White boys skateboarded off half-pipe ramps about to bust they asses. A Sabrett cart sat on the corner where tourists lined up to buy dirty franks with onions and sauerkraut.

The bus I was on had a big number 4 taped to both sides. Fifty dollars and an eight-hour ride would get me upstate to Sullivan County's Woodburne Correctional Facility where my gangsta boo, Sincere, was finishing up his last two months of a one-year bid.

Sincere was originally from L.A., but had come to Harlem to run product with some Haitians that he was down with in a major way. But you know how it goes. Niggas got shiesty, shit got shady, and Sincere ended up getting knocked for associating with known felons and violating his parole.

For the past ten months I'd been climbing my ass on the bus right along with all the rest of the jailhouse wifeys, and enduring that long-behind ride upstate, not only to see my sugar daddy, but to keep his game alive. Shit, couldn't no prison bars keep a gangsta like Sincere on lock. My boo was getting his hustle on from deep inside the joint. He controlled the money game by keeping his buyers and his suppliers isolated and totally dependent on him for all contact, and my job was to be the information broker who helped him keep the two ends from meeting.

Life with Sincere was sweet, even if he was locked down. He did his bid, while I held down his three-bedroom apartment that he had let me decorate with the finest shit money could buy. I shopped my ass off, tricking his chips to keep myself looking and feeling grand. And best of all, I didn't have to worry about shit except helping him keep his empire thriving while he chilled lovely in the belly of the beast.

So twice a month I made a product run. I picked up a sample package from a designated location, and carried it behind the walls of the medium-security prison where I tongue-slipped it to my boo. And in return he slipped me two addresses. One to the spot where the remaining product could be found, and the other that told me where the money would be waiting to change hands.

Even though I was traveling on some fake ID I had bought from some white businessmen in Midtown, shit could go wrong at any time. It was risky as hell transporting drugs into a state prison, but today's trip had a dual purpose. Nothing coulda stopped me from getting next to Sincere's black ass on this goddamn visit. The game had changed, but that nigga just didn't know it. A little birdie had dropped some real gutta shit in my ear, and if I played my cards right, I would walk outta that prison with some chips and some payback all at the same time.

Tossing my curls, I checked out some of the stunts who were straggling onto the bus. According to my Rolex we should have been moving by now, but there were so many baby mamas dragging their whining kids and shopping bags full of food and toys, that we were running behind.

I elbowed the snoring Fat and Fruity sitting there leaning left and flopping all over me until she opened her eyes and straightened her ass up. That watermelon stick wasn't doing shit to cover up all that Henny coming outta her pores. She gave me a shitty look and sucked her teeth, then pressed her face against the booger-crusted window and went right back to sleep.

Unlike a lot of these chicks, I never slept on the bus. I didn't care how tired I was or how long I had to ride. I never closed my eyes anywhere unless the atmosphere was right, and them gangsta bitches riding the Prison Gap bus didn't make me feel exactly cozy.

Twenty minutes later the bus was full and I was watching the streets of Manhattan slip past outside. Big girl was still knocked out on my right, and some bugged-out chick with three stair-step kids was fussing on my left.

"These goddamn kids!" she complained, slapping the bottom of her toddler's sneaker to get it back on his foot. "Ain't nobody tell you," she said, twisting and turning his foot and trying to force it back inside the expensive little sneaker, "to take off your goddamn shoe!"

The baby hollered like she was breaking his ankle.

"Shut the fuck up!" I muttered, turning away from them. I hoped like hell he wasn't gonna be crying and fussing all the way upstate. At least not sitting next to me. I knew his mama had heard me because she sucked her teeth real loud.

" 'Scuse me?" This ho was actually tapping on my arm.

I looked down at her grimy-ass hand with the raggedy, bit-back nails, then straight into her face with much heat in my eyes.

"Don't fuckin' touch me," I snapped, shaking her off.

She quit messing with the baby's shoe and gave me the bitch-hell-no-you-didn't look.

"Well fuck you too! I was just gonna ask you what time it was, but now I see! Ya Chinese-looking trick!"

"Well stop smoking crack and buy a fuckin' watch!"

"You better leave her crazy ass alone," a girl who was sitting in front of her turned around and laughed. "Bitch prob'ly know karate."

I knew where this chick was going, but like most people she had totally missed the mark. Don't let the chinky eyes fool you. At five feet nine, with a hundred and twenty pounds of titties, ass, light brown skin and slanted eyes, I'd been hearing that "Chinese" shit all my life. The real scoop was, I was half black and half Asian. My father had been a heroin fiend from Harlem, and my mother was a Korean prostitute who had turned him out while he was stationed in her country with the marines. Daddy had married Kimichi and brought her back home to New York with him, and when he got popped in an armed robbery a few years later, me and my moms were left stranded on 128th Street with nowhere else to go.

I kept my eyes forward and ignored the chick in my ear. What she needed to do was take care of all them nasty-nosed kids and keep her dirty hands up off of me. A lot of bitches assumed I was soft because of the way I looked. And yes, I was a dime from head to toe. I'd gotten the best of both worlds. Long, curly hair, soft brown skin, chinky eyes and a dazzling smile. And the body. Yeah, the body was from Bally's and every inch of it was tight. A nigga could eat a whole meal off the hump in my ass. In fact, if you put me in a butt-out contest with hoes like Buffie, or Nutmeg, or Ki Toy, I'd shut all of them down. My lady lumps were just that humped.

We made our first stop about an hour later, somewhere outside of the city.

"Okay, people!" the bus coordinator yelled as we pulled into a gas station that had a convenience store attached. "This is a ten-minute stop! You can go in the store and get something to eat, use the bathroom or do whatever. Just be back on this bus in ten minutes, or be left!"

Big girl next to me was still snoring up against that nasty window and I left her ass right there. The wheels had barely stopped turning when I grabbed my Dior purse and matching overnight bag. I jumped out my seat and beat most of the mamas and their babies down the aisle, then hopped off the bus.

A second bus going to Woodburne had just pulled up behind us, so I hurried up inside the store and found the bathroom. A few people had gotten in there before me, but I cut the line and pushed my way in front of two little girls, then found an empty stall and locked the door behind me.

I checked my bag and made sure my doe and my sample product was straight, then I flushed the toilet with the tip of my shoe and walked back out. At the sink, I washed my hands and pretended to mess with my hair. I arranged my jet-black natural curls around my shoulders while I looked in the mirror and checked out everybody who stepped through the door behind me.

And they were checking me out too.

I had on a pair of Baby Phat jeans that showed off my small waist and bubble ass and a satin corset under my jacket. I laughed inside as chicks walked in the bathroom and glanced around, then zoomed in on that full phatty package in my trunk before looking away, like what I was holding could possibly be ignored. My attention shifted when a tired-looking broad walked over to the sink and smiled at me through the mirror.

"Hey," she said shyly. She had red freckles on her yellow pie face and a big rotten grin. "You going to Sullivan?"

I shook my head as I calculated her situation at a glance: She was young, broke, trifling, and going upstate to visit a criminal nigga who was depending on her to keep his gear fresh and his commissary fat.

"Nah. I'm going to Woodburne. They right next to each other though."

She pumped soap from the dispenser and rubbed it all over her hands.

"This my first time riding. My baby's father just got sent up for something he didn't even do! But I'ma keep it real, regardless. He got five years, and me and my son gone do all five of them years right along with him."

Stupid ass. She was looking at me like I was supposed to agree with that nonsense. Her picture came through real clear. Home-permed hair that had broken off all around the edges, dirty sneakers, nice body, but no style. I gave her a phony smile, then strutted out the bathroom wi...

"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.

  • PublisherAtria
  • Publication date2007
  • ISBN 10 1416533028
  • ISBN 13 9781416533023
  • BindingPaperback
  • Edition number1
  • Number of pages304
  • Rating

Other Popular Editions of the Same Title

9780739480779: Thong on Fire

Featured Edition

ISBN 10:  ISBN 13:  9780739480779
Publisher: ATRIA BOOKS, 2007
Hardcover

Top Search Results from the AbeBooks Marketplace

Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Softcover Quantity: 1
Seller:
GF Books, Inc.
(Hawthorne, CA, U.S.A.)

Book Description Condition: New. Book is in NEW condition. Seller Inventory # 1416533028-2-1

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 16.54
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Softcover Quantity: 1
Seller:
Book Deals
(Tucson, AZ, U.S.A.)

Book Description Condition: New. New! This book is in the same immaculate condition as when it was published. Seller Inventory # 353-1416533028-new

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 16.55
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria Books (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Paperback Quantity: 1
Seller:
Ergodebooks
(Houston, TX, U.S.A.)

Book Description Paperback. Condition: New. 1st Atria Books Trade Pbk. Ed. Seller Inventory # DADAX1416533028

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 16.56
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Seller Image

Noire
Published by Atria Books (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Soft Cover Quantity: 1
Print on Demand
Seller:
booksXpress
(Bayonne, NJ, U.S.A.)

Book Description Soft Cover. Condition: new. This item is printed on demand. Seller Inventory # 9781416533023

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 20.40
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Softcover Quantity: > 20
Seller:
Lucky's Textbooks
(Dallas, TX, U.S.A.)

Book Description Condition: New. Seller Inventory # ABLIING23Mar2411530187730

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 16.72
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 3.99
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2024)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Paperback Quantity: 20
Print on Demand
Seller:
Save With Sam
(North Miami, FL, U.S.A.)

Book Description Paperback. Condition: New. Brand New! This item is printed on demand. Seller Inventory # 1416533028

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 22.68
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Softcover Quantity: > 20
Seller:
California Books
(Miami, FL, U.S.A.)

Book Description Condition: New. Seller Inventory # I-9781416533023

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 23.00
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Paperback Quantity: 1
Seller:
GoldenWavesOfBooks
(Fayetteville, TX, U.S.A.)

Book Description Paperback. Condition: new. New. Fast Shipping and good customer service. Seller Inventory # Holz_New_1416533028

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 23.43
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 4.00
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria Books (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Paperback Quantity: > 20
Seller:
Russell Books
(Victoria, BC, Canada)

Book Description Paperback. Condition: New. 1st Atria Books Trade Pbk. Ed. Special order direct from the distributor. Seller Inventory # ING9781416533023

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 19.99
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 9.99
From Canada to U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds
Stock Image

Noire
Published by Atria (2007)
ISBN 10: 1416533028 ISBN 13: 9781416533023
New Paperback Quantity: 1
Seller:
GoldBooks
(Austin, TX, U.S.A.)

Book Description Paperback. Condition: new. New Copy. Customer Service Guaranteed. Seller Inventory # think1416533028

More information about this seller | Contact seller

Buy New
US$ 27.38
Convert currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 4.25
Within U.S.A.
Destination, rates & speeds

There are more copies of this book

View all search results for this book