Chipettes Brittany Miller Novels & Stories

Everyone who fucked at the fucking club did. ‘Rafaele Moretti, the king of the underground.’

The scent of chili and lime wafted over as she ripped it open and offered it around. "Fair point," she said, munching on one. "That place is a total cesspool on a good day." Millie dramatically rolled her eyes, snagging a chip from Tori’s stash. "Still, it’s kinda weird, don’t you think? Ainsley would rather pull her own hair out than leave Brookstone in the middle of senior year. She’s the cheer captain, running for prom queen, and practically has the Snow Queen crown already for next week’s Snow Ball-she’s all about that stuff. She’d never miss any of it."

What he'd seen on the street and what was printed on that report added up to the same thing. He shoved Sabrina off him, hard. She stumbled two steps. Shock bloomed across her face. Dante walked straight to the cashier's cage. The server's tray shook as he got close. He leaned down and picked up a black chip between two fingers. His shirt cuff was white under the chandelier. The knuckles holding the chip were rough with calluses—the kind you get from years of handling a gun, or cards. Cold, hard, quiet. A black chip in the Vegas underground meant no-limit obedience. Half a million dollars.

Ronnie asked, the moment we slid into our chairs. I shrugged. “I guess… “Oh my goddess Glinda, you can be so slow sometimes you know. Mila from the cheerleading team just smiled at you, she doesn't do smiles!” Taking a big bite out of my burger and munching on it crazily, I asked. “What does this have to do with anything, Ronnie?” She smacked her forehead and I giggled. Gosh, she was too dramatic. “Mila is a cheerleader! The only one who's ever hated the so- called Queen, Cressida.”

“I don’t fucking care. You look hot. I look good and I want you in my arms.” “Damn! Are you competing with Dwayne for the most arrogant man at the Prom?” I shook my head, “He beats me hands down, because he’s so fucking vain!” I pulled her closer as we watched Dwayne thinking that he was Justin Timberlake and I don’t know who the hell Chanel thought she was as she was jumping up and down on the floor; although possibly Taylor Swift. There were similarities between the two of them. “How the fuck does she jump like that in her heels?”

she says with a shrug, prompting all four of us to laugh even harder. "Don't worry about it," Max eventually says, draping his arm around Brittany's shoulders and guiding her away from us. "Let's head to ATO first; I heard they're kicking off the night with Kendrick Lamar hits." "Can't we go to Sig Chi first?" Brittany practically pleads, stopping Max in his tracks. "I heard they're doing a tribute to Metallica." "Yeah, but they're starting with Lulu, which is-" Max starts to explain, but Brittany cuts him off.

Millie pouted at Natalie's sarcastic remarks. As she scrolled to the bottom of the chat, she saw many people asking for verification. Everyone was curious about the gossip, especially since it involved someone they knew. Thus, Millie replied, "Yes, I know her." Soon, the group chat erupted with excitement. They were astonished to discover that Millie actually knew Butterfly. Elijah: "Everyone on the internet says Butterfly is an AI." Millie: "Nope. She's a young woman."

That I was just as trapped, wonderfully trapped, as they were. "What do you want?" Cassie asked. I didn't speak. I was sitting right next to Brittany, our legs dangling off the side of the bed, her thigh was touching mine. As you know, I am a cheerleader, and a flyer. I am very flexible. I lifted the leg closet to Brittany, and spread it out. I lifted it so that it sort of soared right over Brittany's head. Brittany's eyes looked between my spread legs and she must've smelled my delicate scent. But then my leg went around her back. I sort of scooted over. Now I was sitting behind Brittany, my legs sort of wrapped around her and my cock pressed against her back. But I was done. I quickly push

Brittany ignored the comment and continued, “She started formal ballet training at age six, performed in her first lead role at twelve, and earned a prestigious invitation to study in Paris at fifteen.” I let out a low whistle. “Okay, that’s… a lot.” “You’ll need to memorize all of it,” Brittany said firmly. “Where she danced, with whom, when. Her favorite ballet is swan lake. Her favorite flower is white peonies. She’s allergic to shellfish but not peanuts. She doesn’t like cilantro, and she hates the smell of strong perfume.” “I already forgot half of that,” I said, blinking. “Then you’ll study it again. And again. Until you don’t.”

Kelly snaps as she moves towards them like a predator sizing up its pray "Queen. this loser she's the gum I walk on"Brittney shoots back If it wasn't because I'm pregnant I'd kill this slut personally "Look at the hotties that are coming over here Brey"Jesse points towards Adrian and the guys "Thats Adrian Dante his a fucking billionaire and my next husband" Brittney smirks lifting her boobs up and pulling her skin up showing her long tanned legs I raise my hand silencing the girls from speaking while I smirk