Nikki Brooks Belly Novels & Stories

He, instead, drifts his gaze to Brooks as he says, "Mr. Miller, Ms. Boden here is from your city. Since your family is the wealthiest in Forest Hills, I hope it will be a piece of cake for you to take care of her while I take care of the rest!" "That-" Brooks lowers his head. If it were yesterday, this wouldn't have been a problem at all. But now, they have been reduced to nothing in Forest Hills. How can he possibly fight against Nikki? If he tries it, he will be going to a dead end! "Hahaha!" At this moment, Nikki laughs out loud. "Old fart," she hisses. "You want this dog to take care of me? How can he do that?!" "What do you mean?" Hugo tilts his brows disconcertingly.

"Yes, sir, I'll jump right to the point." The door once again opened. Nikki entered, her tight skirt accentuating her small waist, her high heels defining her shapely legs, but it was the neckline on the silk blouse that demanded Daryl's and my attention. The large scoop fell low enough to showcase her most obvious assets, however, not too low to have them openly on display. "Your coffee," she said as she bent at the waist and sat two cups of steaming-hot brown liquid on my desk. "Thank you, sweetheart," I replied. "Hold my calls."

NATE I sip from my cup as I watch Tasha dance, rocking her body to the music. She twerks her ass like a frenzy goddess, rolling her hips in front of Jennie, who just claps and keeps on yelling over her voice at Tasha to keep going. The cut of Tasha's bikini bra is deep, extending to the base of the middle of her full breasts, which are now shining with sweat and bouncing hard as she dances more. My eyes trail down her body, spotting a black rose tattoo on the side of her left stomach. Her thick thighs are spotless, flexing with the power of her seductive dance moves. The black lace of her kimono is like a silent teasing temptation, scantily hiding nothing about her sexy body.

She was lounging under a flamingo umbrella with what looked like a cherry blossom cocktail in hand and black sunglasses paired with her pink floral bikini. “You seem to be having the time of your life,” I muttered as she walked toward me and threw her arms around me. While we embraced, my eyes swept the area—then I saw her. A figure slowly rose from the pool, water cascading off her body like she’d been dipped in moonlight. She was a blonde goddess, no doubt. “Who’s that?” I asked, my gaze fixed. Brooke followed my stare, her face lighting up. “Oh, you mean Kat? She’s a close friend,” she whispered, biting her lower lip slowly.

Standing up Brooke looked down at my belly, "I think you've grown." I made a face, "I know all my clothes are starting to get tight. I'm just ready for her to be here. We walked in the other set of doors and were met by a hostess. I asked her to seat us indoors even though it was cool I didn't want to be out in the sun. As we sat down I couldn't help but notice Brooke had lost some weight. Even though it hadn't been that long since I had seen her the change was noticeable.

Dianne said this with a voice not so forceful but gentle. It was then, Nikka slowly came out on the place she's hiding and in dawdlingly walks towards them, heads down. Looking at her, the cap she's wearing was at the back of her head, her long braided hair are in messy. The jumper she's wearing was in torn and her body was covered in scratches and bruises. In one look you can tell she's in fight. “Oh good heavens. What happen to you Nikka!?” Dianne asked while scrutinizing every inch of her body. Yui even wail more loudly when he saw Nikka's wound.

For starters, Buffy was clearly older than the rest. "Do you have any weapons on you?" Niki glared. "Yes - do you want to see my Concealed Weapon permits?" Buffy remained serene. "Nice and slow," Niki told Buffy as her hand came to rest on the grip of her 9 mm. Nikita was off-duty so this was an awkward situation. "You have girlfriends with guns?" Brooke gasped. She seemed excited. Libra was uncertain.

-NIA’S POV- “Come on, Nia. Get in the water.” Brooke encouraged as she came out of the Grecian pool with beads of water trickling down her curvaceous figure. Her perfectly toned and tanned 5’6 body was on full display in an olive bikini. We were in the backyard of my Mom’s Dutch colonial house having girl’s time. Her amber eyes regarded me with concern as her soft, slapping feet padded across the warm, traditional tessellated tiles.