Britny Creams and the Bad Boys

By JJ Joella

Britny Creams runs into a beautiful, troubled bad boy and decides to use her intelligence, good looks, and sexuality to save him from himself... and a gang of thugs who want to beat him into hamburger. Meanwhile, her gal pal, Pepper O’Riley, can’t resist the bad boy’s best friend, an African-American stud who teaches a college course in Office Seduction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JJ Joella
• Release date: Jan 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370191703

JJ Joella

J. J. Joella is a wannabe cheerleader, beauty contest winner, airline flight attendant, substitute teacher, executive secretary, part time fluffer, weekend bartender, sexual researcher, best selling author, squirt addiction counselor, and police decoy for the Sassieasse University Campus Cops.

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BRITNY CREAMS

And the Bad Boys

By JJ Joella

AUTHOR’S NOTE

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Britny Creams and the Bad Boy

Copyright © 2017 by JJ Joella

Cover Photo © Can Stock Photo / GeorgeDolgith

Published by Sassieasse Press

ISBN 10: 0-9984950-5-0

ISBN 13: 978-0-9984950-5-7

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1 – Track and Feel

2 – Doin’ it with Donavan

3 – Late Night Visitors

4 – At the Union

5 – Secretarial School

6 – Bad Boy Ride

7 – Britny and the Cop

8 – On The Beach

Bonus Chapter

About the Author

Britny Creams and the Bad Boys

1

Track and Feel

Hi. Britny Creams here.

I’m midway through the Sassy Ass Fun Run for Women’s Liberation. It’s held annually at Sassieasse University; you know, the school dedicated to the exploration and enjoyment of all things sexual... to the exclusion of everything else. Of course, we keep that a secret.

I’m decked out in my tight white running shorts, and my feminist-pink shoes and sox. My hot little sports bra is trying desperately to hold in my oversized titties, but they just don’t want to behave.

I mean, they’re jerking and jiggling, and bouncing around, and that’s putting a kinky wiggle in my ass. And now my shorts are creeping up my butt so that my ass cheeks are grinding and winking and flirting with everyone watching the race. And that even includes the cute girly cheerleaders who have shown up to urge us on, and the handsome campus cops who are holding back traffic so my sexy sisters and I can make our dash across Beverly Hills.

I spot this one really cute girl cop holding back traffic. She’s wearing an exceptionally cool uniform, I think - black cop-shorts, cop-blouse, cop-hat, badge, gun, mace, the works. She spots me, pulls down her sunglasses, and follows me with her eyes. And I just have to turn and wave, right? I mean it would be impolite not to.

And that’s when I slam into this six-foot-four-inch brick wall of a bad boy who’s standing at the edge of the crowd watching the runners.

I mean he doesn’t even budge when my 110 pounds plow into him.

Of course, I bounce right off, and the next thing I know I’m flat on my backside, and it’s like he barely feels anything.

Still, he turns and gives me some damaged, pained kind of smile, and he’s immediately over me, helping me up, dusting off my ass and tits, and seriously making sure I’m all right.

And I’m like, Geez; I am so sorry. I mean I wasn’t looking where I was going....

And then I just catch the look in his eyes, and it’s so damn guilty like he has fucked up royally by getting in my way and having me run into him.

And he’s like, No babe; it was all me. I was too far out into the street. I got in your way. I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And then we just look at each other, and I can’t help let my eyes wander over his entire body, which is seriously hot. I mean, he’s wearing leather all over him: leather slacks, big black boots, and a leather vest over a black T with the words Harley Davidson Forever across his chest. And his arms are these hulking muscles with veins running over them, the kind I say I never like to see, but this time they look spectacular. And his face is hard, you know, tough, with a scar on his left cheek and another over his right eye. And I can guess that he’s been in more than a few fights.

But still, it’s those eyes...

Damn, I say, You have the most beautiful eyes.

And he smiles and looks away all embarrassed, and finally says, Not like yours, though, babe.

I shrug, and suddenly I slam right into him again, only this time he’s able to open his arms and catch me.

And I turn to see my best friend, Pepper O’Riley, who has just pushed me hard, sent me sprawling into this Adonis, and now she’s off wiggling her way down the street. And she looks at me and smiles and calls, Nice catch, Britny.

And I wave and turn back to the guy and see that he’s even more embarrassed. But he still has his arms wrapped around me.

Uh, you can let go now, I say.

And he’s like, No, this is quite comfortable. And then he kisses me. It’s a very sweet kiss, but what’s steaming underneath it is volcanic!

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