Sometimes The Side Chick Ain't Even A Chick Novels & Stories

Not the cute diamond chip in the nostril, but the bull-ring in the septum tough-rebel-chick kind. He supposes not all computer geeks are misfits but well, anyone who spent her entire childhood online and out of the real world shouldn't also be a certifiable brick house with high heels and juicy tits. Shouldn't be able to look that intimidating asshole Jackson King in the eye abd run her own interview as if she was the one hiring.

I got stung by her pitch, hurting my ear, so I winced. "I am sorry, babe. I am sorry for leaving you without a word. But, I'll make it up to you." "Hmph! Fine! You have to or else you'll obey for a week." Chuckling, I find her feisty, and I like it a lot. "Hmm, ~~ I don't mind taking your orders for a week. I bet my cock would love it too." Sneering, I deepened my voice as I lick my lips. "Oh~~~ you're getting horny. Aren't you? But, you have to make it up to me first." She whispered on the phone, and I was getting turned on.

She added then turned to the lady seated next to Augusta, one of who followed Augusta's every orders. “MA-RY!” Amanda stressed. Can you ever be pure and holy like our holy virgin Mary?” she asked rhetorically “You went to your husband’s side chick parent’s house when they were not home and you burnt it to ashes, killing their cats and its kittens that were home. I mean, what business does the side chick’s parents got to do with your husband’s infidelity? That side chick was in her third year in college and your husband was only an addicted womanizer. Her parent never knew they were seeing each other. Did you stop there? No, you went to your husband’s office and you sprayed paint on everybody

I stared from one bitch’s face to the other, then turning to Christy, I said, “looks like the ugly duckling have decided to team up with the chicken legs.” Christy laughed, ever since being with me, other than the first few days of being friends, she doesn’t give a damn about the queen bee or whatever and just goes ahead, saying whatever she wants to say. And I must say, I like her better like that. “I think just the same.” Mia looked at Stacy whose face was like a dog shit, “you better not be referring to me.” I nudged my chin at Stacy, “she knows she is ugly duckling, of course you should know that you are chicken legs.”

I asked myself. I don't know when I stood up, the force that dragged me off my feet, " Hi Drake!" I exclaimed, he turned his face towards me and his jaws widened in surprise. " Hi!!" He said, drawing me closer to himself. " No hi, babe? but hi? oh, I am a stranger? so I am the side chick and she is the main chick? No no, I can never be the second option no no no " I had conversations in my head.

Come on, just a thought of a party cannot make you grin like that! "Oh yeah! But only if there are hot chicks!" And this is how the main conversation begins…

he chuckles darkly as I hear his footsteps come closer to me . "Step away from me ,"I cry weakly "Now now ! Where would the fun be goldie looks ," "You know what they say ,"he pauses in silence,"they say fat chicks taste better and you my friend I can't wait to taste you ."he Snickers. My skin crawls as his calloused hand carreses my thigh . When I realize what he is about to do . I kick my legs in protest not caring if I'm kicking him or the air . "Feisty huh ,"his voice goes dark ,"don't worry I like them feisty"

she added sarcastically. We both dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. “I’m weak. You were basically a one man gangbang.” I gasped, wiping my eyes. “Exactly! I’m a small portions only type of girl.”Sierra grinned as she said. I leaned back, still laughing. “Meanwhile, I just casually took on four fully grown mafia bosses.”I stated. “To you, my champion. May your vagina forever stay elastic.” She said. “You’re evil.” I laughed. “And you love me for it."She added.

I asked and raised the brim of the glass to my lips, taking a modest sip. "A chicken's ass when it eats," she replied before chuckling. "Ah, I'm so stupid." I stared at her blankly from the edge of the glass cup. "You're stupid, I know, but what?" She blinked. "Don't tell me you don't get it." My expression told her enough and she sighed exasperatedly. "You know, when a chicken eats, the butt is up..." she trailed off, waiting for it to click in. I faked a laugh. "Oh, I think I get it now."

"Who, that Sian chick? She's cool, we say hi in the halls and shit but you know I don't roll like that. I stays far from the Barbie brigade." "I told you about that stupid shit. Jace is my boy, she's his you're mine, what the fuck!" "Fine damn, I'll call her up and make a play date, shit." "I told you about your smart ass mouth too girl." "Yeah-yeah, what you gonna do about it?" I heard Dej Loaf playing in the background and shook my head. The little Hollywood princess swears she's a thug. The only thing she knows about that shit is what she sees on TV, with her Manolo Blahnik wearing ass.