Badgirl Novels & Stories

Nerd girl snags BH famous jock? Ew. Who captioned this shit? First of all, I am not a nerd, I have been to a pub, I have a fake ID and my best friend is a famous cheerleader. I am selective about the people I roll with, that’s all. I shove my phone into my backpack and face Maria, her lips pucker into a frown. “It is not what it looks like,” I start, “look at Ben’s face, he was literally about to kill me. Literally.”

She had a reputation for her exceptional skills in cracking safes and her ability to vanish without a trace. On the other hand, the second girl, named Emma, was shorter and had a more petite frame. She had fiery red hair that fell in loose curls around her face. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with a mix of intelligence and a touch of danger. She had a mysterious air about her, as if she held secrets that she would never reveal. She had a reputation for being a skilled hacker and had been involved in various cybercrimes. Her ability to manipulate technology and exploit security systems made her a formidable adversary.

“Spread yourself, Everly. Show me that pretty pink pussy.” I moaned as I pulled my skirt up over my ass, thanking the heavens for Jaxon’s tinted windows on the old Charger. I shivered as I showed him everything, and when I reached back to spread myself wide for him, a pulse of raw desire roared through me. I liked being his bad girl — the dirty, filthy version of me that had been hiding inside the good girl exterior for so long. But he brought it out of me — he brought that side out of me and made it come alive.

' Sia has really disappointed me today, I thought she was sure a good girl, but today I am starting see her in a different light' ################

The naked Lilly purrs and pencil skirt smiles "Bad girls don't get rewards they get punishments," she says now grabbing a fistful of the girl's hair and making her look up at her. From here we can practically see how aroused the girl kneeling is. She seems to like not getting rewards. Shifting in my seat I rub my knees with both gentlemen. Now they just seem to be too close. Why are they this close "Lay down Lilly and spread your legs for me," the pencil skirt says. The crowd gets a full view of Lilly's Brazilian waxed pussy and I look away not wanting to look. I feel like I'm imposing

I kind of trusted him, I guess. "Where's your boyfriend?" She chuckled. "I honestly thought when Laura had said boyfriend she meant Robbie and I never like Robbie." She was one person who never had filter as well. "Uhm he will be here in a bit. Yeah you were right, Robbie turned out to be an asshole." I groaned. "I can still help you plan his murder and get away with it." She said playfully, it was weird seeing her without eye liner all over and black lipstick. She was actually a beautiful woman..

A privilege of having a movie star dad and supermodel mom, while also being super rich. He found out that Gayle St. Michaels and Rhonda Bines were the two high school hotties that every boy wanted to lose their virginity to. Abigail Newman, Tracy Whitman, and Lorena Johnson were the 'bad girls' who trades sex for favors. Brianna Saunders and Georgina Hathaway are the party girls that sleep with everybody, even with each other.

I move along without saying anything. “Good evening, Mr. Russell,” the next girl says with a smile. Her hips are about to rip the apron she’s wearing; she’s had injections or a Brazilian butt lift, and is pushing the boundaries between human and cartoon. Her derriere would make Kim Kardashian look like she had a flat ass. “What I have for you is a grilled hickory rub watermelon with a soft-boiled egg.” I stare at her blankly. She responds by biting her lip, leaning forward on the table and twisting her hips to give me a side view of her over-the-top booty.

“Girl, you’ll be the talk of the night. Not because of blood–hopefully–but because you look like a damn goddess. Own it!” “She’s not wrong,” Laura chimed in. “If you’re escorting a bad boy like Tyler, you need something that screams confidence.” “And danger,” Camila added with a wicked grin. “Like, ‘Hey, I’m the baddest bitch in the fashion world and if you fuck with me, I’ll ruin your life.’” I laughed, shaking my head. “Ok, no more Bad Girl Club marathons for you, Camila.” “Oh, before I forget,” Camila handed me a stack of papers. “We got the information on the pills from the clothing bags.”