Nikki Brooks Belly Novels & Stories

"She is rattled." "Good," Colton said. "Rattled is not broken," I told them. "I know the difference," Nikki said. "She performed the full set and she was professional about it. She is not panicking visibly. But the things she does between sets have changed. She is on her phone in the dressing room. She is checking something repeatedly. She leaves faster than she used to." Nikki looked at me. "She knows the video exists and she knows it is circulating and she is monitoring it."

Brooklyn nodded and coming to her senses, she jumped off his lap immediately. She went to the washroom to freshen up while Nikolas spoke to Bruce over the phone. When she emerged, he wasn’t there in the room. Going out, she saw him busy preparing coffee. The moment she walked in, he looked up and gave her a dazzling smile making all her insides turn to mush. He looked extremely gorgeous wearing just his signature sweatpants, riding low, exposing his ripped body, his se*y v-line to her hungry eyes. He indeed was a sight for sore eyes and Brooklyn’s breath got stuck in her throat making her completely forget about food. Suddenly she realized that he was walking towards her!

I finally find a spot and throw on my hoodie and cover my head and step out of the car and make a beeline for the entrance, within a few seconds I’m surrounded by paparazzi. “Shit,” I mumble but I keep my head down and push through the crowd and make it inside the gym, where there is surprisingly a small number, I look around and spot her, Miss Nikki Abrahams, standing by the treadmills, in cycle shorts and a matching bra, her hair is in a high ponytail, her hourglass figure and big ass, okay just hold up. “Focus, Andy.”

I lean back in my chair, the prominent bulge of my erection in plain sight. "That would be ideal, but all shows are different, with no consistent people or locations. Nice dream though." Nikki puts her hands on the bottom hem of her shirt and pulls it off, letting it flutter to the floor. She has a white half-cup, bra, open netting with lace on the sides. Her breasts are full and round. Her nipples sit long and proud above the cup. She is still looking out the window. "Not true, Daddy." 'Daddy' again. We are there. That so-called elephant in the room. We both know exactly what she is talking about.

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

Nicholas' soft caress on my waist brought me back to reality. " Believe me, she would do better than she looks," Nicholas urged, and I heaved still strongly against the motion, and unconsciously, my eyes darted to her, and I access her. She's on a coffee brown crop top that reveals her belly button, which shows two rings that are meant for the ears right there. Error one. She had on a long coffee brown skirt too to match up the top, which left me wondering why it's long in the first place cus it's slited down to her waist below her hips.

Alice asked if I wanted to join them in going to the bar in the city next to their territory, and I said yes without thinking because Nikka would be there. Because of my stupidity, I didn’t even get to appreciate how beautiful Nikka looked tonight. She let her sandy brown hair down and wore a simple little black dress, accentuating her perfect form. And even if she was already tall, she still wore high heels that made her taller and sexier. She could definitely pass up as eighteen or older. I’d been staring at my phone, but no messages came. I’d been contemplating if I should call, but I knew many were around her, so I typed in another message instead, trying to be calmer this time.

Beth was juggling a bunch of pots and pans on both hands and she managed to bring them all to the counter without dropping any. "Whoa!" Me and Beth both turned to the new voice that joined our conversation, found her standing at the door with two huge packs in each hand. "Who are you?" Beth asked the same time as I yelled, "NIKKI!" "Hello to you too, girls," Nikki smirked at Beth then looked at me. Her mouth fell open. "Were you out in the typhoon all night? Girl, you look horrible!" "Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said with a frown. “You weren’t picture perfect either when I called you this morning.”

I wondered what it felt like to have the tingles all over my belly and chest…and nipples. Without even thinking about it, I ripped the tight fit tank top, and the sports bra both over my head in one swift move and threw them to the side. I was now completely naked from the pants up. Nikko stared at me in surprise before looking down and taking in my body. I watched his eyes flickering back and forth to black as they trailed down and I couldn't help but smile. At least that told me that he liked what he saw. The lump in his pants told me that too.

She looked over the bar counter. There he was, sitting in style, a cigarette in his hand and a glass of champagne. She looked around and noticed his gang members at their usual angle, laughing out loud as they gossiped on, Ben led the subject of the laughter. Nicky felt an instant sense of panic. She stood and headed for the restroom. She opened the door and went straight to the sink, ignoring the smooching sound and moans coming from the bathrooms. "You can do this Nicky." She spoke confidentially to her reflection in the mirror. She found a free kit of adornment and added a few touches to her appearance adjusting her breasts into bulging positions and went for it.