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Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang
KITTY-KITTY,
BANG BANG
Dear Reader:
It is once again my pleasure to present a novel by Cairo, one of the hottest additions to the Strebor Books family. His first book,
The Kat Trap
, was so intriguing that it became an instant classic. Now Cairo follows up with its sequel and Katrina, Kat for short, is back with a vengeance.
The ruthless diva has tamed down as far as her guns are concerned, however, when drama surfaces, she settles the issue in her own style—the way she knows best.
Cairo’s titles—
The Man Handler, Daddy Long Stroke
and
Deep Throat Diva
—all feature his unique brand of erotica: raw and lustful. He is fast becoming synonymous with the genre as he delivers novel after novel of wild adventure.
Hopefully, after you read this book, you will walk away analyzing your own sexual behavior, the decisions that you make in the name of love and lust, and how everything has its consequences. Cairo has once again penned a wonderful novel and we are all highly anticipating his future works. Stay tuned for his next adventure,
Man Swappers.
Cairo has a weekly spot as host on Tuesdays at 10 p.m. on my social networking site, PlanetZane.org. Thanks for supporting the authors in the Strebor family and for the continuous love and support that you have shown me over the past decade. I love and appreciate each and every one of you. To find me on the web, you may also go to eroticanoir.com or Facebook / Zane Strebor.
Blessings,
Publisher
Strebor Books International
www.simonandschuster.com/streborbooks
A
LSO BY
C
AIRO
Deep Throat Diva
The Man Handler
Daddy Long Stroke
The Kat Trap
Strebor Books
P.O. Box 6505
Largo, MD 20792
http://www.streborbooks.com
www.SimonandSchuster.com
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
© 2011 by Cairo
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means whatsoever. For information address Strebor Books, P.O. Box 6505, Largo, MD 20792.
ISBN 978-1-59309-303-7
ISBN 978-1-4391-8406-6 (ebook)
LCCN 2011928052
First Strebor Books trade paperback edition November 2011
Cover design:
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Cover photograph: © Keith Saunders/Marion Designs
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HIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO
all
The Kat Trap
lovers who threatened to
hunt me down if I didn’t bring their girl, Kat, back.
Well, she’s baaaaaaaaaack!
And she’s nastier, freakier and crazier than ever; just how you like it.
Enjoy!
CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Once again, to the sexually liberated and open-minded: Thanks for supportin’ my books and for continuing to embrace the sexual revolution with me, responsibly and respectfully. Raise ya freak flags and let ’em fly high!
To my publicist, Yona Deshommes at Simon & Schuster: Thanks for continuously doing what you do best. Keep crackin’ that whip and bein’ ya boy’s gatekeeper (smile)!
To the readers and fans (new and old), who continue to support my work, spread the word, and email me your comments and thoughts: Thank you, thank you, thank you! On some real ish, I ’preciate YOU and the luv!
A special shout-out to all of my Facebook Beauties and Cuties who hit me up behind the scenes, post on my wall, and/or poke me (even though I don’t poke ya back, LOL), wanting more of the Cairo juice: Thanks for ridin’ this wave with me!
To all my peeps who come thru and chill wit’ me in chat every Tuesday night on Planetzane.org: Thanks for keepin’ chat hot and for allowin’ me to finally stay on topic. I enjoy the vibe!
To everyone who continues to visit my website and blog (and who keep returning for more of the Cairo juice): From China, Russia and Singapore to Italy, Greece and Egypt—and all over the U.S., the monthly stats are still lookin’ real crazy. Thanks!
And to the members of
Cairo’s World
, you already know how it goes down. Thanks for keepin’ it real nasty wit’ me.
To Zane and Charmaine: Thanks for everything!
To my beautifully talented, freak-nasty partner in crime, Allison Hobbs: Whew, I love you and ya sticky drawers. Thanks, baby girl, for always having ya boy’s back.
And, last but not least, to the naysayers who still struggle with my style of writing: You inspire me to write nastier, raunchier and filthier; real talk. Yes, with more graphic, steamy sex and
less
story because I can. And because there’s a growing audience of readers who want it, crave it, beg for it, just how I bring it: hot, nasty, and raw. Trust me. Nothing’s gonna change. So thank you for being my motivation. But, uh, why you still readin’ it?
One luv—
Cairo
CHAPTER ONE
Fly, exotic bitch wit’ the long lashes and slanted eyes…smooth, buttery thighs…fat ass…soft lips…got niggas ’n they bitches tryna get up in these hips…got ’em turnin’ tricks…beggin’ to lick the clit…while I’m ridin’ down on a nigga’s dick…got muhfuckas lined up to get glazed wit’ my cream…niggas tossin’ ’n turnin’…can’t get me outta they dreams…
’S
cuse me, bitches! Can I have ya attention, please? In case some of you hatin’-ass Tricks and Hoes forgot who I am, let me reintroduce myself. I’m that cinnamon-colored beauty with that sexy swagger and straight-up bangin’ body that keeps the bitches rollin’ they eyes—and niggas recklessly eyeballin’ me, undressin’ and tryna mentally fuck me. I’m that chick rockin’ all the fly wears and pushin’ the hot-ass whip that all the other bitches wanna be like. I’m the chick bitches still wanna hate, but love to grin up in her face, always wantin’ to be up in her space ’cause I’m e’erything they’ll never be. Rich, fly and muthafuckin’ F-I-N-E! Not braggin’; just keepin’ shit real. Bitch,
whaaaat?
Call me shallow, call me superficial; call me whatever the fuck floats ya boat, but know this: You’ll never call a bitch broke, busted, or beat down. So keep hatin’. Keep poppin’ shit. Keep
pickin’ ya face up. ’Cause a bitch like me feeds you dust. So, poof!
Annnnnnnywho, for my bitches and niggahs who I fucks wit’, I was on hiatus for a hot minute. I had’a step outta the game to get my mind right. ’Cause on some real shit, after how shit went down in Atlantic City, it had a bitch’s dome all jacked. Oh, trust. I heard how some’a them corny-ass broads were tryna come at my neck for puttin’ a bullet in Grant’s bucket. Predictable, they say? Uh, what the fuck them birds thought I was gonna do? Let the nigga walk after he done popped up in the room and saw I done bodied his fam? Bitch, puhleeze. You must be smokin’ that shit if you thought I was gonna let that nigga get a free pass. Yeah, he had that bomb-ass dick. And yeah, the nigga’s head game was sick. He knew how’ta tongue-fuck this pussy ’til a bitch shook. But, fuck what ya heard. Good dick, slammin’ tongue, or not. My number one rule is: No witnesses, no evidence. Period! So say what the hell you want. I’ma paid bitch, not a dumb one.
Still, I’ma keep it raw wit’cha. For a hot minute, my soul ached. It ripped a bitch’s heart to have’ta lay that fine, sexy nigga down. And yeah…I dropped a few tears. But there was no other option. Well, none that was gonna work for me. Prison, not! Him puttin’ lead in me, not! Me stressin’, wonderin’ if the nigga’s gonna be on some revenge-type shit, not! So, he had’a go. And for a bitch like me, it was for the best.
Like I told ya’ll from the dip, I fucked for sport. But I murdered for business.
Yes
, you heard me. I said
fucked
and
murdered
as in past tense. Well, for now, that is. It’s been almost two years since a bitch rode down on sum dick, then took the nigga’s head off. Shit, a bitch ain’t had no dick since…neva mind. I ain’t in the mood to get into it right now.
My cell rings. I grab it off the nightstand, peepin’ the digits.
“Bitch,” Chanel snaps in my ear the minute I answer. “What took ya ass so long to answer?”
“Slut,” I snap back, “the last time I checked I wasn’t suckin’ ya clit, so pump ya raggedy brakes ’fore you get ya fronts knocked.”
