Cairo - 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 stylethe way she knows best.

Cairos titlesThe Man Handler, Daddy Long Stroke and Deep Throat Divaall 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,

Zane

Publisher

Strebor Books International

www.simonandschuster.com/streborbooks

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 boys 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 dont 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 Egyptand all over the U.S., the monthly stats are still lookin real crazy. Thanks! And to the members of Cairos 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 boys 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 theres a growing audience of readers who want it, crave it, beg for it, just how I bring it: hot, nasty, and raw. Trust me. Nothings gonna change. So thank you for being my motivation. But, uh, why you still readin it?

One luv

Cairo

Fly, exotic bitch wit the long lashes and slanted eyessmooth, buttery thighsfat asssoft lipsgot niggas n they bitches tryna get up in these hipsgot em turnin tricksbeggin to lick the clitwhile Im ridin down on a niggas dickgot muhfuckas lined up to get glazed wit my creamniggas tossin n turnincant get me outta they dreams

Scuse 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. Im that cinnamon-colored beauty with that sexy swagger and straight-up bangin body that keeps the bitches rollin they eyesand niggas recklessly eyeballin me, undressin and tryna mentally fuck me. Im that chick rockin all the fly wears and pushin the hot-ass whip that all the other bitches wanna be like. Im the chick bitches still wanna hate, but love to grin up in her face, always wantin to be up in her space cause Im eerything theyll 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: Youll 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 hada 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 bitchs dome all jacked. Oh, trust. I heard how somea them corny-ass broads were tryna come at my neck for puttin a bullet in Grants 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 niggas head game was sick. He knew howta 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. Ima paid bitch, not a dumb one.

Still, Ima keep it raw witcha. For a hot minute, my soul ached. It ripped a bitchs heart to haveta lay that fine, sexy nigga down. And yeahI 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 niggas gonna be on some revenge-type shit, not! So, he hada go. And for a bitch like me, it was for the best.

Like I told yall 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. Its been almost two years since a bitch rode down on sum dick, then took the niggas head off. Shit, a bitch aint had no dick sinceneva mind. I aint 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 wasnt suckin ya clit, so pump ya raggedy brakes fore you get ya fronts knocked.

She laughs. Trick, puhleeze. Ya ass posed to pick up on da first ring. You know what it is, boo. Dont have ma-ma spank that ass. She laughs harder.