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G-Spot: An Urban Erotic Tale

G-Spot: An Urban Erotic Tale

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by Noire

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Her man demanded loyalty, but her body wouldn’t obey.

Have you ever rolled over in the middle of the night and realized you were doing things you swore you’d never do? Sexing brothers you vowed you’d never touch? Bending backwards and stooping lower than you ever thought you’d stoop? Well if you can feel me even a little


Her man demanded loyalty, but her body wouldn’t obey.

Have you ever rolled over in the middle of the night and realized you were doing things you swore you’d never do? Sexing brothers you vowed you’d never touch? Bending backwards and stooping lower than you ever thought you’d stoop? Well if you can feel me even a little bit, then let me hit you with a story that just might blow your mind. . . .

Nineteen-year-old Juicy Stanfield is the sexy young girlfriend of Granite “G” McKay, owner of Harlem’s notorious G-Spot Social Club. A drug dealer with a lethal streak, he runs Harlem with an iron fist. But even the cash and the bling can’t keep Juicy from getting restless, and while G fulfills her every material desire, she’s burning up with unrequited sexual energy. To cheat on him would mean a death sentence; so Juicy finds pleasure in secret ways: fantasizing on crowded subways or allowing her eyes to hungrily take in the male dancers on the club’s ladies night.

But as Juicy’s sexual cravings grow stronger, one thing becomes frighteningly clear: She’s a virtual prisoner in G’s dangerous world. As G begins to suspect her of playin’ him, he pulls the reins he keeps on her even tighter. If she’s ever to escape and get a life of her own she must find a way to start stashing away some of G’s cash. But doing that under G’s watchful eye is a challenge she might not live up to–especially when her appetite tempts her with the deadliest desire of all: G’s very own son. . . .

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Publishers Weekly
When a beautiful, kept black woman pulls herself out from under the thumb of her deadly, manipulative lover, she learns that freedom comes with a price in Noire's sexy, gritty urban melodrama. Nineteen-year-old Juicy and her unstable brother, Jimmy, were raised in Harlem by their grandmother after a drug dealer shot their "junkie ho" mother. Her steady since she was 17 is overbearing Granite "G" McKay, major thug/owner of the G-Spot Social Club, part drug house, part strip joint. More than twice her age, G gives Juicy all the bling she wants, but their stagnant sex life and his mercilessness have made her restless. Ever-feisty Juicy sates her hunger by watching male strippers on G-Spot's Ladies' Night and then by hooking up with G's son, Gino, who's just come from California. But when Juicy discovers that Jimmy is on G's payroll-and when the person who told her gets murdered-she rounds up friend Rita and both risk their lives to double-cross the increasingly cold-blooded G. Juicy and Gino also hatch a plan to steal G's hidden loot, but are set up on a fake drug run to Atlantic City. Several beatings and a gang rape later, Juicy and Jimmy finally manage to settle the score in the ultra-violent conclusion. Noire's heady brew of lethal realism and unbridled sexuality should spell "hot and bothered" for erotic fiction fans. Agent, Ken Atchity. (Jan.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Payback time for a good girl gone bad. Juicy Stanfield grew up poor in Harlem. Her skank of a mother was murdered by a drug dealer, and her father's in the crazy house. Juicy's brother Jimmy might go the same way if he don't get his meds. Raised by her strict but loving grandmother, little Juicy stayed good for as long as she could-but Granite McKay had his eye on her innocent ass and wanted her all to himself. "G" McKay owns the G-Spot, a club with a $1,000 cover charge frequented by rich rappers and basketball players. Upstairs: a top-secret room where his terrorized staff cuts and deals drugs. Downstairs: goodhearted hos and bootylicious strippers who slide up and down a slick dancing pole and pick up Coke bottles with-well, not their hands. Juicy, a sometime college student, gets totally turned on watching the constant action. Forty-five-year-old G is buff enuf but he ain't no lover. Juicy gets all he has to give in ten minutes every two weeks. What did she expect? He cruel and he cold and he ready to maim or kill anyone who crosses him. But G been nice, in his way. He gave Juicy's granny a decent burial and kept on taking care of Jimmy and turned Juicy into a well-groomed (if frustrated) urban goddess. The plot thickens when Gino, G's handsome son by a Puerto Rican mother, turns up. He purrs sweet nuthins into her willing ear, and Juicy is ready to play with fire. Her fate: a brutal gang rape by G's lieutenants and everybody else in the club. But you can't keep a good girl down: Juicy escapes and goes with Gino in search of G's cash. She can't believe where it's been hidden all this time but one thing is for sure: a lot of it is goin' to good causes, not to mention higher education!Raunchy and rough, but it moves. Agent: Ken Atchity/AEI Literary Management

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Chapter One I It was right around midnight and bodies were heating up at the G-Spot. I should have been at home studying for a chemistry test but instead I was sitting with my girl Brittany in a private booth at the most expensive gentleman’s club in Harlem.

“This place is the shit, Juicy.” The music was loud and Brittany was dancing in her seat. “Your man is large,” Brittany said. “Old as dirt, but large. If Cecil owned a fly joint like this instead of a detail shop, I’d be hanging lovely every night. I can’t believe they charge a grand just to get in the door, but with all these rich-ass basketball players and rap artists up in here I guess cheddar ain’t nothing but cheese.”

Saturday night was Ladies Night at the G-Spot Social Club. Although the lap dances and private parties catered to the men, one night a week sisters came out to drool over some of the sexiest brothers on the New York street scene.

Brittany was steady running her mouth. She was in my finance class at Fordham University, and I had invited her down to the Spot because I liked having company.

“Juice,” she said, “this place is not only classy, but it’s also hot! Thanks for getting me in for free, but damn, girl, when are the brothers coming out?”

“Hold on,” I told her. “The male strippers are coming up next.” And that’s when my trouble will really begin, I thought, crossing my legs.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Brittany said. Dressed in a short white skirt and a silk halter, she was drinking double shots of Alize and had three lines of coke laid out on the table in front of her. “I mean, the girls are working it, but where are the men with the fine bodies? I want to see some hard asses and Mandingo backs. Maybe even get me some dill-zick, if they slinging any!”

As soon as she said that I looked around for G and saw him walking up the stairs like he did every night at this time. G was a man of habit. I could put my money on it that every night at exactly midnight, he would disappear upstairs to check on his drug operation and make sure each nanogram of his powder was accounted for.

The house rule was to get the men to spend every dime in their pockets, and every girl had to do her part. It was about getting them to buy drinks all night, pay for lap dances; and if they wanted to fuck, they paid for the sex and the room, too.

And Brittany was right. Money wasn’t a big thing for the drug dealers and playas, but I could see how it would turn her on. The dollars had my nose open at first too, but not anymore. These days chasing the thing that I wanted most could get me killed. It was like being addicted to candy and working in a chocolate factory where the product was off limits. Night after night I sat in the G-Spot, the biggest sex den in New York City, and watched others get what I needed.

Let me just put it out there.

I was a nineteen-year-old Harlem girl with a healthy appetite. But it wasn’t sweets that I craved. And it wasn’t drugs. It wasn’t jewelry, and it wasn’t Prada skirts or fur coats neither. All that stuff was at my fingertips, mine for the taking. I was miserable in spite of all the bling. Because even though I rolled with the richest man in Harlem, I couldn’t get my g-spot hit. I was Granite McKay’s woman, and I craved dick.

I guess you could say G inherited me from my grandmother, who had been good friends with him and his mother. Even though he was twenty-seven years older than me, I had known him all my life. When I was a kid we lived on 136th Street in Harlem, and I used to run numbers for my grandmother. I could remember what everybody on the block played, and I never forgot a bet. Grandmother was sanctified but she played her some numbers every day. I would run up to the number house and put the numbers in, then keep track of who hit without ever writing any of it down. Every afternoon when whoever hit got paid, my grandmother got her cut and me and my younger brother Jimmy got a Nehi grape soda, a pack of watermelon Now & Laters, and some rainbow jawbreakers.

G owned the number spot and a lot of other businesses in Harlem, too. He had been married to a Puerto Rican woman at one time, but people said she disappeared one day and nobody ever went looking for her. G had a son named Gino, but nobody had seen him in years. He went to college in another state because G wanted him to live a different type of life.

By the time I was fifteen I was looking at Granite McKay with grown-woman eyes because he had a body that was out of this world. I had heard all kinds of rumors about older men like him. Old men give you worms. Old cum turns into buttermilk. Old balls sag and have gray hairs on them. I didn’t listen to none of that shit because I didn’t think it applied to the way G was laying it down. Young or old, he was the finest man I’d ever seen in my life. G was tall and had dark skin and hair that was real black and wavy. Every six months he was driving a spanking new car. People on the street worshiped him and treated him like the king of Harlem.

But one day me and Jimmy and Grandmother watched from our window as G beat a man down on a street corner. The man was bleeding and begging for his life, and G held him down and bent his fingers back one at a time. All ten of them. I could feel his bones crack. A cop car drove up and when the patrolmen inside saw that it was G administering the ass-whipping they pulled away and kept right on going. When I asked Grandmother what the man could have done that was so bad, she told me he was G’s cousin, and that he’d cheated G out of twenty dollars on a bet. I couldn’t understand it because G was so rich. He owned all the drug dealers in Harlem. He owned the number spots and restaurants and clubs. Twenty dollars was nothing to a man like him.

But Grandmother said it was the betrayal and not the money that almost got the man killed. She said G had killed other people for less than that and the only reason G didn’t kill this man because they were family and had grown up together and G loved him. I saw the man not too long after that on Malcolm X Boulevard and both of his hands were in a cast. One of his eyeballs was gone out the socket and he had no front teeth. Grandmother said G let his cousin live as a lesson to everybody walking the streets of Harlem: Nobody betrayed G and got away with it.

“Girl, you sure the dranky dranks are free?” Brittany picked up her glass and guzzled her drink down. She sniffed a line from the table and then offered me some. I shook my head. My mother had been a junkie ho so I never used drugs.

The crowd started clapping and Brittany pointed up at the stage. Her mouth fell open as the spotlight shone on a sister who was squatting with her back to the crowd. The girl was named Honey Dew, and dollars was being thrown up on the stage like mad. Honey Dew bent over and spread her butt cheeks and picked up a full bottle of Coke using just the muscles in her pussy.

“Oooh! Did you see that!” Brittany and everybody else was going crazy. “I gotta learn that move!”

“I don’t know if she’s giving lessons, but drink all you want.” I turned away from the scene on the stage. “Go on, Britt. Order another round. Whatever you want is yours tonight.”

I wished I could say the same thing about myself. I couldn’t get what I wanted if I tried. None of the men in Harlem were crazy enough to touch me. G would never cheat on me, and he played me so close I couldn’t cheat on him either. He allowed me go to college three days a week, but that was only to keep me from getting bored.

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Sylvia Gatewood More than 1 year ago
I believe that Noire has to be the most humble and inspirational authors to come. Her books will have you sitting on the edge of suspense and dramam filled erotic romance. Its keeps your eyes wide and your heartbeat racing. This is one book I recommend for all erotica fans.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was disappointed with the high rating I didn't think it was all that. Also the "slang" got on my nerves by the end.
dreamsofjamaica More than 1 year ago
From the first page you will be hooked. Noire takes you in a emotional ride of desires, insecurities and having the courage to go after your true heart's desire regardless of whatt other people may think.
FAE35 More than 1 year ago
OMG! OMG! This book is a must read!Let me tell ya why you have to read this book.Noire Will take your imagination on a ride that will have you turning the page just to see what happen to the characters in the plot.Here is a another reason why you should get this book.Juicy is a is the girlfriend of one of the biggest drug dealers in Harlem Granite Mckay has harlem,and most of new York on lock down.Granite has a club call the G-Spot where ever man can fulfil his sexual desires.Well Juicy has a sexual appetite that Granite is not fulfilling,and her desires are taking the best of her.This book you should have in your collection,so you can pull it out and read for simple enjoyment.I know I can,and have done.
1920Mizzez More than 1 year ago
I've read over 100 Urban Fiction books and let me tell you that this book is my favorite. Its unpredictable and erotic and also a little disturbing. I haven't read it in years but its on my bookshelf I think I'm to re-read it and you know most books you can't re-read.
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