Free Betrayal by Noire

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