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  “Uh-huh,” Cheyvon answered. “Hell yeah. But hold up. What you wearing? One of them hoochie-ass outfits you just stole? You know I can’t let you roll up in no club pulling all the good looks away from me!” Cheyvon laughed, but she was serious about that shit. Hanging out with Nooni was fun, but most dudes couldn’t even see her when her girl was on the scene.

  Nooni giggled. “Chey, please. You can have all them little club pups for yourself. Maleek is my man, and the only eyes I want checking for my booty are his.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know you and Maleek was still kickin’ it like that,” Cheyvon said innocently. “I thought he was messing around with that real bowlegged girl named Ashanti from 145th Street.”

  Nooni’s eyes narrowed as her heart fell. It was Ass-Almighty Ashanti this week, it had been Big Titty Tameeka last week, and it would probably be Dick-Sucking Dominique next damn week. Maleek was down with a strong street crew, and even though he was young, he balled so hard that females just pulled off their thongs and dropped them at his feet.

  Nooni rolled her eyes as Cheyvon’s words sank in. Maleek was a pussy hound, but he was real jealous and controlling too. He messed around behind her back like mad, but just let him catch her even thinking about another dude. His ass would go gorilla. He’d stretch her and the niggah she was scoping straight out on the ground.

  “I said,” Cheyvon repeated, cutting into Nooni’s anguished thoughts, “ain’t Maleek with Ashanti now?”

  Checking herself, Nooni smirked and chuckled. “Hell no he ain’t with her,” she said, playing her role. “His ass is with me. Ashanti ain’t nobody special. Maleek don’t mess with that nasty, camel-toe hoe.” Nooni laughed. “You didn’t hear what they said about her? That trick gave Dirty Legs the crabs! She had his ass on itch mode. I know Maleek is a hoe, but he ain’t stupid enough to be digging around in no ass-dumpster like her. I don’t care how fat her booty is. My pockets is puffed up too!”

  Cheyvon looked doubtful, but she nodded and agreed anyway. “C’mon,” she said as they walked around the corner and toward her project building. “Forget Ashanti. Her booty is big, but her teeth are shot out. You got me ready to party now! Let’s go cop us a little piff so we can slip into our new gear and hit da club.”

  $$$$$

  It was warm for September and T.C.’s Place was busting at the seams. Young Harlemites who wanted to feel and act grown, but couldn’t get past security at other clubs pushed into the newly re-opened pool hall in droves.

  On paper, T.C.’s Place had been re-classified as a youth development center, but in reality it was run by a powerful Harlem drug sect, and it was a hot spot for everything an under-aged teen could hope to get into.

  The pool hall had lost its liquor license when its owners Trust and Lady Chambers were gunned down in a brutal robbery, but that didn’t stop its young patrons from sneaking in alcohol and other forms of get-high by the bagful.

  Nooni and Cheyvon got cleared through security and the metal detectors and paid their five-dollar cover charge, and then stepped inside. Styling their boosted gear and letting their long hair swing down their backs, they knew they looked good and the appreciative comments and stares from the young trap boys on the scene just confirmed it.

  T.C.’s Place had been partially remodeled. One whole side of the hall had been cleared of pool tables and replaced with tables, booths and bucket chairs. The other side of the room was still set up the way T.C. had left it, with ornate pool tables positioned in a long row, and endless pool cues racked against the wall. A small dance floor sat in the middle of the room, and couples were out there moving hard to all the latest cuts.

  Nooni and Cheyvon shook their hips to the loud rap music that blared from the speakers as they looked around for some familiar faces to click up with.

  “It’s time to get buzzed,” Cheyvon declared, passing Nooni one of the small bottles of rum she’d stashed in her purse. Security frisked for guns and knives and shit at the front door, but they didn’t give a damn about liquor. The entire club was getting lifted. Yay was in the air big time, and a few chicks were popping X and sipping on colorful liquid they had poured into empty water bottles.

  Nooni took the small bottle of alcohol from her girl and cracked the top. Taking a deep breath, she turned it up to her lips and throated the liquid fire straight down from the first drop to the last.

  “So is ya man up in here?” Cheyvon sipped from her bottle and hollered over the music. Her head was on a swivel as she tried to spot Nooni’s infamous young baller, Maleek, a cat so brutal he had dudes twice his age giving him mad respect. “Do you see him?”

  Nooni froze in place as her eyes scanned the crowd. “Yeah,” she muttered, swallowing hard. “I see his ass.”

  She narrowed her eyes and angled her chin toward the VIP booths. “He’s over there with the willies, see him? He’s got on a red fitted.”

  Cheyvon stared in that direction. “Oh, I see him now. Yo, who’s that bitch sitting all up in his lap? She looks just like that crab-ass chick, Ashanti!”

  Nooni felt flushed as the alcohol burned in her stomach and slowly buzzed her head. She stared at the scene in the booth. There were some major drug dealers and hustlers surrounding Maleek, and that bitch Ashanti was right in the thick of it, laughing and grinning and bouncing all around in Maleek’s lap.

  Nooni sighed. Once again her man had broken her heart and betrayed her trust. He was so disrespectful! He’d told her the only reason he was coming out tonight was to take care of a little business, yet here he was ballin’ in a booth with a ’rilla bitch riding his dick. Well, disrespect was a two-way street, and Nooni was about to show him that.

  “Let’s walk around,” Nooni told Cheyvon as she strutted through the crowd and rolled her ass in her see-through white mini dress. Underneath it she had on a bright red thong, and no bra. She plastered a big smile on her face and made sure she bumped her hip against almost every horny dude she passed.

  All eyes were glued to her smooth brown skin, wavy hair, and vicious young curves as she switched over to the VIP area. Ignoring Maleek, she flashed a sexy grin at a few of his boys who were secretly clocking for her, and then moved down to the next booth where a crew of hoods from the other side of Harlem sat puffing sticky and getting toasted.

  “What’s up, y’all?” she cooed. Giggling, she draped her arms over the back of the booth and the ballers sitting there turned around in surprise.

  “How y’all doing tonight?”

  Before they could answer, Nooni sashayed around to the front of the booth and struck a sexy pose. Her silhouette of plump breasts, a tiny waist, and wide, curvy hips made all five dicks in the booth jump on instant rock.

  “We good, beautiful,” replied the guy sitting closest to her. He took a pull from his blunt, then extended his hand and passed it to Nooni. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked, rising to his feet.

  “I’m Nooni. I saw a bunch of fine ballers sitting over here without no chicks, and I started wondering if I was in the right place tonight.”

  They laughed with her as their hungry young eyes roamed the curves of her body.

  “We was talkin’ a little bizz and just waiting for a dream like you to float by,” joked the guy who had slid her the yay. Looking down at her, he grinned and sized her up with lust leaking from his eyes.

  Nooni gave him a once over and dismissed him right away. He was tall and kinda cute in the face, but he was also light in the ass and had a goofy air about him. Not only wouldn’t Maleek get jealous over a sherm like him, he would sense the lack of competition and smash dude with absolutely no remorse.

  She scanned the other four dudes in the booth and zeroed in on one. He was light-skinned and had real pretty eyes. He was built solid and had a rugged look about him, and while his gaze let her know he liked what he saw, he sipped his beer coolly, like he wasn’t really all that interested.

  “You wanna dance?” Nooni hit on him with her softly stated question.

 
He paused with his beer bottle halfway to his mouth, then shrugged. “Yeah, aiight. I’ll dance witcha, baby.”

  His manz on the left got up to let him out the booth, and when dude stood up Nooni was damn pleased by what she saw. He was real tall and real buff too. He looked a little bit older than her and niggah was packing muscles all up under his gear. His hair was curly and under the glow of the club lights his eyes looked like they were light gray. He grinned down at her and she was almost blinded by his ultra-bright smile. His hand snaked around her waist and slid up to her hip. Without a word, he turned Nooni toward the dance floor, and then grabbed her hand and confidently led the way.

  Chillin’ in the next booth with his posse, Maleek had Ashanti’s nice warm ass in his lap and a clear view of Nooni as she gyrated her hips on the edge of the dance floor with some niggah from across town.

  His boy Grip nudged him and then nodded toward the floor.

  “Sup wit’ Nooni?”

  Not a trace of emotion or even a flicker of expression crossed Maleek’s face. No, the danger surging inside him was visible only in his eyes, and if Nooni hadn’t been so busy cheesing up in that yellow niggah’s face she woulda seen that.

  “Ain’t nothing,” he told Grip calmly. “She just out there playin’ that’s all.”

  Ashanti squirmed around and dug her ass deeper into his groin. The erection she’d been enjoying had almost completely subsided.

  “Playin’ my ass,” she giggled as she peeped Nooni’s game. The sun-baked Puerto Rican chick was out there getting vicious on the dance floor. Her hips were crucial, and she was swiveling them shits and booty-rocking her partner like they were about to get bizzy. “Them two look ready to start fuckin’ out there!” Ashanti joked loudly.

  Maleek scowled and stood up abruptly.

  “Hey!” Ashanti hollered as she tumbled out of his lap. “You ain’t gotta chase behind that bitch!” she yelled at Maleek’s back as he strode toward the dance floor. “She just tryna make you jealous!”

  Maleek stormed right past Nooni and her dance partner as they bumped their bodies to the sexy beat. Nooni had backed up against the dude, prompting him to reach down and grip her hips as he bounced with the bass and grinded his dick on the sweet mound of ass she was offering him.

  From the corner of her eye, Nooni caught a quick glimpse of Maleek as he strode past. His gaze was aimed straight ahead, but she peeped mad rage in the set of his jaw and knew somebody’s ass was about to get treated!

  “Hey,” she turned around to face her dance partner and gave him a nervous smile, “I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, okay?”

  Sweat ran down his sand-colored face and buff neck, and he flashed his pretty grin down at her before pulling her into his strong arms.

  “You ain’t gone just leave me out here dancing all by myself, are you?” he asked, grinning sexily. His hands slid down Nooni’s back and cupped her thick ass. His hard wood pressed through the slit in her dress and into her toned stomach. “The track is almost over. Let’s finish what we started, girl.”

  Nooni had just opened her mouth to protest when she glanced past him and saw Maleek running up on dude from behind.

  There was no time to warn him, no time to even scream.

  She watched helplessly as Maleek seemed to move in slow motion. He leaned back on his right leg, then threw his weight forward and swung his arm around in a large arc.

  The first pool ball he hurled struck dude square on the back of the head. He lurched forward, stumbling into Nooni, who ducked instinctively and pressed her face into his broad chest for cover. Dude shook his head in confusion, and when he turned to look over his shoulder the second pool ball caught him on his temple, bursting his skin, and sending bright red blood splattering from a spot above his eye.

  All hell broke loose as thugs and hoods rushed over from tables and booths to stand with those in their set. Nooni got knocked on her ass as one of Maleek’s goonies bum-rushed the guy she’d been dancing with, and then there was nothing but screams, grunts, swinging pool cues, and deadly pool balls whizzing through the air.

  “Bitch! Get your fuckin’ ass up!”

  Fire was burning in her tailbone, and with her cute lil dress riding up over her hips, Nooni looked up and saw Maleek coming after her with a killer glare in his eyes. She flipped over on her stomach and grabbed some niggah’s pants leg and pulled herself up as she tried to get away.

  Chaos had broken out on the dance floor, and every table and booth in the joint had been abandoned as hood nigs got theirs in.

  Ignoring her pain, Nooni tried to yank her mini dress down below her ass and run at the same time, but Maleek was on her. He swung his foot and planted it square in the crack of her ass, sending pain shrieking through her lower back and causing her to land face-down on the ground again. She was bracing herself for the death-blow she knew was coming, when the thick end of a pool cue cracked across Maleek’s head and spun him around, drawing him back into the fight.

  “C’mon!” Cheyvon was suddenly crouching down beside Nooni as she tried to help her friend get up. “These fools is wildin’! We gotta get the fuck outta here!”

  Led by Cheyvon, Nooni stumbled toward the door with a wave of other young chicks. They pushed their way outside, and as Cheyvon supported her, Nooni clutched her aching booty-bone and staggered around the corner toward the housing projects.

  “What you go over there and stunt with that yellow dude like that for?” Cheyvon yelled. “Look at what y’all started! That niggah Maleek was about to be on your ass!”

  “Maleek is the one who started it,” Nooni muttered under her breath. Her heart felt broken as she rubbed the sore spot on her back. “He don’t love me like he says he do,” she wailed in grief. “It’s all good for him to fuck with other bitches, but he gets real stupid whenever a dude acts like he wants to fuck with me!”

  “Uhhhh-huh,” Cheyvon pursed her lips and agreed. “I know exactly what you mean. But that’s the way these Harlem niggahs roll, girl. That’s just the way they roll.”

  $$$$$

  Even though she was heartbroken, Noni actually went to school the next day, although she didn’t stick around for long.

  “Uh-uh,” her good friend Bubbles told her as they strutted out of their third period science class and headed toward the school’s lunchroom. “We outta here girl. I heard about the big fight that went down at T.C.’s Place last night,” Bubbles said as she grabbed Nooni’s arm and swung her around in the opposite direction.

  Nooni winced as she thought about how Maleek had kicked her up the ass in the club, and then probably spent the rest of the night getting his bone waxed by that cootie-coochie bitch Ashanti.

  “Where we going?” she asked gloomily as she followed her friend. They were both juniors when they should have been seniors, but after cutting so many classes they’d come up short on credits.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Bubbles said mysteriously as she strutted in her hoe heels and switched her ass down the school’s corridor. A sick and sexy stunna, Bubbles stayed pressed out in the latest fashions, and like Nooni, she was prissy as hell and meticulous about her hair and nails.

  But unlike Nooni, Bubbles was an only child, and her single mother worked two nursing jobs tryna keep her daughter looking fresh and feeling good. That left Bubbles with a whole lot of time to do whatever she wanted, and usually that included getting high and hanging out in the streets with grown men.

  “I texted my friend,” Bubbles said with a sneaky smile. “Friend who?” Nooni asked.

  “One of the guys who was fighting up in T.C.’s Place last night. I hate I missed that shit! My moms took the night off from work and I couldn’t sneak out. My friend is fine as hell girl, and he’s waiting for us outside.”

  “He got a car?”

  Bubbles smirked. “Hell yeah he got a car! What I look like? I don’t be fuckin’ with no busted niggahs, Nooni! Bitch you know me better than that.”

  “Yeah, what-the-fuck-eve
r!” Nooni couldn’t help but giggle as they waited until the security guard’s back was turned, then cut across a hallway and dipped out of a side door. Laughing, the pair hauled-ass down a stone-lined concrete path, swinging their back packs and hoping security wouldn’t spot them before they could make it off school grounds.

  A beat-up two-door black Honda was waiting for them at the corner. It had Jersey license plates and a chrome bumper, and the right front fender was dented and painted gray.

  “Damn girl, don’t tell me this is your friend,” Nooni said, eyeballing the busted ride with her lips turned down and her nose turned up. “Uh-uh, Bubbles. Hell no. I ain’t getting my gear all grimy riding around in that lil piece of shit.”

  “Shut up! I don’t see your boojie ass coming up with no plans or no rides!”

  Nooni was still frowning when she followed her friend over to the car. It was some kinda throwback hatchback. A young, light-skinned dude with gray eyes and cute dimples was sitting behind the wheel with his seat pushed all the way back, low-riding. A Band-Aid halfway covered a bruise over his temple, and another large, egg-shaped bruise stood out like a hill on the back of his head, courtesy of Maleek.

  Bubbles opened the door, and the guy reached over and popped a lever letting the passenger seat flip forward. Nooni was embarrassed over the scene she’d caused in the club the night before, but she wasn’t gonna let him see it. She smirked and stepped carefully into the back row. The pleather seats were ripped and belching foam. She was straight disgusted as her feet sank into a thick pile of empty soda bottles, fast food wrappers, and all kinds of random trash that had been dumped on the floor and on top of the badly stained seat cushions too.

  Nooni rolled her eyes. Her stolen designer gear was about to be straight filthy and she shivered when she went to put on her seatbelt and saw how stained and nasty it was.

  Releasing the lever, she said fuck buckling up. She was so skeeved out she couldn’t even bring herself to sit all the way back, forget about letting the seatbelt touch her. She was about to climb her ass right back out the car, but then Bubbles pulled the front passenger seat upright and plopped down in it, grinning up in the driver’s face like he was pushing a Porsche.