Novel & Cerita Chipettes Brittany Miller

Brittany was the head cheerleader, the daughter of the town’s wealthiest developer, and a girl who had made it her life’s mission to remind me that I didn't belong in Blackridge’s elite circle. "I heard your mom finally caught a break and married into that trashy MC," Brittany said, stopping in front of me with her hands on her hips. Her "friends" stood behind her, smirking. "Is it true? Are you living in a clubhouse now? Does it smell like grease and failure?" "Move, Brittany," I said, my voice dangerously low.

She teased and batted her eyelashes at me. Yes, he is kinda cute but I'll be damned if I ever admit that. "You'll be at my Mom's wedding yeah? You will definitely get to see him for yourself and then you could come up with your own opinion." I replied, quickly dismissing the topic. "Chicken and chips please" I announced sweetly to the waitress just So I could get Brittany's questioning eyes off me and thankfully enough, it actually worked because instead of throwing more questions my way, she pondered on what to order instead and I very well knew how long that was gonna take.

“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

Brittany songs are faced towards Saison and says in a b***** tone"why do you say'how do you say' "she scoffs. Saison Just watches her. "Jennifer Mcminnimen says you're not even from France. You are from Montreal." Besides me, Rebecca show does I already shaking as she tries to suppress and laugh. Her face is already beet red. Her reaction is so cute and adorable. She runs a tongue over a bottom lip, then gives me the phone as I shoulda and now she can visibly, making it hard for me to watch

Sloane chimes in childing Isla softly, but the underlining meaning was loud and clear. " How dare you, you Half-ling!" Brittany burst out with anger, she step forward, her hand raise to slap Sloane on her cheek. " STOP!" I say using my Alpha voice. The whole audience gasps as she freezes, her hand that was raised, gives a slight shimmer, showing the silver under her false nails. " You bitch!" Isla exclaimed angrily as she sees the nails. " I always knew she was after Xavier" Wyatt whispers. Soft chattering erupted as Brittany's vicious plan is revealed.

“Dare. Obviously.” Cassie didn’t even think. “Justin. I dare you to go down on Camilla. Right here. Right now. For one minute. And Camilla… you’re not allowed to make a sound. If you moan, sigh, or whimper, you both have to take three shots.” Camilla, a sleek, athletic girl with a sharp bob, froze. Her eyes widened, then narrowed at Justin. A challenge. Justin’s grin didn’t falter. He got to his knees and crawled to her. The circle instinctively widened, giving them space.

As I pulled the chair out to sit at the table, there were times I had to remind myself that Brittany was my sister—even if we didn't look like. I mean, hell, we didn't have the same "Upbringing"; not to mention she a tower of a woman. While she didn't have the muscles that usually came with her life, she had the speed and sharpness instead. Her brown eyes had a way of piercing right through you and keeping you honest. It was that, or she was determined to start a bar fight and then promptly win. She was dressed in a loose-fitting crop top that slung over one of her shoulders, along with a pair of jeans that were snug at her waist.

I bite my lip, waiting. Then the DJ announces a private dance for one of the VIPs. Brittany blows a kiss to the crowd and saunters toward the private rooms. I follow quietly, heart pounding with dark excitement. I position myself near the half-open door, hidden in the shadows, veil hiding my smirk. Inside, Brittany starts the private show. She dances seductively for the rich older client, turning, bending, teasing. She spins, drops into a squat, then rises slowly. The strap snaps.

”, Celine asked. Sebastian took out his phone squinted his eyes and read. “Chanel Brittany Aston, aged twenty-seven, second daughter of William and Bethany Aston. She lives in New York City. Unemployed. Graduate from Princeton with a bachelor’s degree in communication.” Sebastian said. “Do you know her?” As soon as she heard Chanel, Celine began grinding her teeth. That little bitch. Wasn’t it enough that she ruined her marriage? “I know her.”, Celine said flatly.

“And now, gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for. Performing her last dance for a while, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexiest being since the dawn of creation, the electrifying and hypnotic American siren; Miss Cherry.” One final time, Marcus announced me to my audience and just like always, it got me so excited. The DJ was playing my latest track and it was titled “Fire Cracker” because that was one of the many things I saw myself as. Tonight was my final performance in a while so like a firecracker, I intended to go out with a bang.