Chipettes Brittany Miller Novels & Stories

“7:15. You missed supper, but Dom said they would get you food when you leave.” If I even eat at all… “I can’t believe I slept that long.” I watched as Brittany laid out four different dresses on the bed. They were all vastly different. My eyes was drawn to the black dress. It had a built-in choker of diamonds. The straps were also diamonds that lead to a deep V neckline. In the middle of the choker was a single string of diamonds that ran to the bottom of the V. It ended right below where my boobs should be. The whole thing was fitted but the left side had diamond straps starting from my hip to my mid thigh, exposing my whole left thigh. The back was completely open to my ass. Brittany watc

she asked while thrusting her index finger at Aaron who immediately gripped it tightly. Brittany flicked her nails that were decorated with turquoise nail polish, "Is it not clear? you are low-life people, even people you as a maid,while iam the daughter of a senator who will soon run for president we are like the earth and sky right?" she said casually.

He popped a canape in his mouth, never looking away from her large blue eyes. Her eyes widened at the mention of his business. He wondered if she was something of a chef groupie. They were out there. This little party was suddenly looking up. She offered him a perfectly manicured hand. She couldn't believe her luck in running into the little mouse's brother at this boring party. "I'm Brittany, by the way," she offered. "Sorority sister to the bride. And some kind of cousin as well, I think." She gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I can never keep up with those things."

I giggled. “Let him,” she replied, giggling too. “At least we could contribute something for the good cause,” I remarked, to which she agreed. But deep inside me, I was anxious. I’m hoping the guy who will win me is at least respectful. I heard number eight next. Trixie approached me. “Get ready, darling. You’re next,” she reminded me. “Bethany Miller, 24,” the MC said, and I got more and more anxious.

I rolled my eyes at him then, but secretly, I liked the peace. I pushed the cart down the snack aisle, humming to myself, picking out what Ryder called “my guilty pleasures.” Chips. Chocolate. Peach soda. The simple things that made life feel like mine again. I was halfway through comparing cereal boxes when a familiar voice sliced through the calm. “Well, well, if it isn’t Tessa Morgan.” I froze. That voice… it was like nails on glass. I turned slowly, and there she was — Brittany Hayes, flanked by her two shadows, Kira and Madison.

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

After a moment, she stood up and went to the restroom to check if her lipstick was smudged. Soon, a striking and radiant figure appeared ahead—Brittany had arrived. Her luxury car had stopped outside the restaurant. Brittany hadn't waited for her assistants; she came in on her own, eager to see her daughter. Today, Brittany wore a vivid red dress. Her lips were a deep crimson, her black hair glossy and flowing, like a fierce rose in full bloom, thorny and proud. Time had left no trace on her—though she was in her forties, she looked no older than a woman in her twenties. As she walked through the room, all eyes were drawn to her.

Bethany responds, holding it above her head. “Give it to me!” Millicent yells and shoves Bethany backwards. Well, a good shove might do the job. Stumbling backwards, Bethany falls into an occupied table for two, taking the table and chairs along with her. People gasp, phones are out and recording… “Millicent, what did I do to you? Just because you called your fans puppets, you are taking that anger out on me now?” Millicent freezes, completely aware that this is the real video that she came there to shoot…

Britney said as she returned to the table, cheerfully setting the giant cups down on the table. “I didn't order a margarita,” Audrey said slowly. Britney played her part perfectly, her smile falling off her face like she truly had made a mistake. “Oh no! Well, I can't bring them back to the bar.” Britney bit her lip and pouted. “I guess they are on me, then. Enjoy!” Britney grabbed an empty chip bowl and darted away before they could say anything.

But just on queue, the triplets were hit with the strong scent of lavender as Brielle, Harlie and Scarlett entered the hall. Three sets of eyes landed on Brielle as they observed her confidently stride to their table. Her chocolate locks were hanging in loose curls behind her back, as she sported a pair of black, Nike leggings and a black, Nike track top. Even when she hadn’t made any effort, she looked heavenward. Brielle eyes twinkled with determination as she sat beside her mates. She batted her lashes as her lips turned into a seductive smile. “Boys.” She greeted them. “Hope you’re ready to get your asses kicked.” She shot them a wink.