Glee Brittany Britney Novels & Stories

Daphne’s personal nightmare, clad in a short skirt and even shorter crop top, waltzes in without a care in the world. “Mr. Chekhov? I’m Brittany Cleary of Cleary Consulting.” She smiles brightly and shifts her weight in her sky-high heels to pop out a curvy hip. “We’re going to be working very closely together.”

I let out a laugh when she scrunches up her face, “You’re not wearing that are you?” “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I look down at my clothes. I’m wearing basic skinny jeans and a plain form-fitting shirt. Nothing that would cause me to stand out in a crowd. I look at Britany. She’s wearing a short, black, sleeveless dress and tights. Her chocolate brown hair is in loose waves, and she gave herself a smokey eye. Britany, though very geeky, is fantastic at hair and make-up. She does well at showing off her hazel eyes. You can always see the green and brown specks in them.

This was going to be a long trip. “Wow,” Brittany gasped the moment she and Gerald stepped into their suite. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she spun in a slow circle, taking it all in. “This place is paradise!” she squealed with delight, already fishing her phone from her designer bag. Within seconds, she was recording videos, narrating the luxury around her for her followers like it was second nature. Gerald shook his head with a small, amused sigh as he set down their luggage. “Classic Brittany,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. Of course she’d have to give the internet a front-row seat to her every moment. He’d known her long enough to expect it.

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

She was a master of them—the little laughs, the heavy sighs, the humming surprise—every noise precision-engineered to tilt the room her way. Mom glanced between us, her smile dimming. "What?" "Nothing," Brittany said, packing the word with everything. She set her glass down with deliberate care. "It's just sweet, that's all." My jaw ticked. "What is?" She looked at me like I was slow. "Sloane. The dance. Ethan." The name landed like a stone in my gut. Not because I didn't know it—because I did. Ethan Reeves. The nice guy. The photographer. The writer. The kid with careful hands and a decent face that made people trust him before he spoke. I hated him on principle.

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.

Brittany nodded her head then looked at MJ, who's laughing with Dylan beside him. She smiles then looks down at her hands, looking at her ring finger, and caresses the diamond ring. "So, what club did you join, Brittany?" The said girl looked up and saw MJ looking at her and waiting for her answer. Everyone's gaze stops at her as they all wait for her answer. "Ahh... I'm a Cheerleader, the vice-captain" she said that made MJ’s ears perk up. "Really? I don't usually see you there when I visit Patima" he said that made the others nod as well.

Zoe looked across the table at Kourtney and smiled, "So, Grandma. You haven't introduced me to this girl with such an outstanding temperament? She is your pupil, Miss Kourtney, right?" "Yes, she is my student, Kourtney." "Hello." "Hello!" Zoe turned back to Brittany, "What famous lady is this young lady and why haven't I seen her before?" Brittany was a little disgusted, she wasn't a celebrity. "Hello Ms. Zoe, I'm Brittany!" Zoe looked down and smiled softly, "So it's Ms. Brittany, I heard Ryan mention you earlier." Brittany gasped and almost spit out blood as she thought to herself, "What? Ryan mentioned me to her. When? They're so close?" She couldn't manage her expression and looked at Zo

with that she ends the call and her full attention is now on me accompanied with a bright smile as she greets me with what is supposed to be a soothing voice "Alexa! " I have to admit, she's beautiful. Her perfectly curled strawberry blonde hair stopping mid back around her smallish frame, expensive looking designer dress and pumps giving her the classy business like look but the intense depths of blue of her eyes scream 'innocent devil ' "Its good to see you " well, i can't say the same for you. "I'm Brittany, we've met before on rather bad terms i suppose " you can say that again. I remember coming home that night to a very disturbing scene in the living room between her and a certain some

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."