Brittany re-enters the club

Brittany opened the door and saw a wild sight. The club was packed with people who were drunk off their asses. There were also three colossal glow-in-the-dark Zorb balls filled with guys being crowd surfed.

Looking up, she saw five strippers dancing in separate cages. Two of the dancers were tall, skinny brunettes with surprisingly fit butts. Another dancer was a 5’3” Hispanic woman who only wore a thong. She was getting praised by the men beneath her, who loved seeing her rub her D-cup breasts.

However, Brittany was mesmerized by Amira, a gorgeous middle eastern dancer who looked eerily like Teanna Trump. Amira had perfect hips, perfect thighs, a beautiful face, and a thick set of boobs and cheeks. In fact, her ass was sexier than Teanna’s.

Brittany walked towards Amira, wanting to grab her attention. Along the way, random guys cat-called Renner, who instinctively ignored the banter. Right as Brit reached the Arab dancer, there was a raucous on stage that distracted her.

The DJ on stage quieted the crowd before introducing the main event. “Aight y’all, I’m finna bring out the niggas y’all been waiting for. First, it’s the big baller who’s destined to take our Charlotte Hornets to the Finals, LAMELO BALL.” The rookie basketball phenom entered the stage, looking drunk as hell.

“Next up is a man who turned down an ultra contract to bet on himself. An athlete who’s betting on himself to make more money than Lebron…MILES BRIDGES.” Bridges stormed onto the court, jumping up and down to get the crowd excited.

“Now here’s a guy we all feel for. He’s been in the news after getting trapped by a gold-digging slut. Still, this Nigga has been working in the lab, fueled by the adversity to become the best hooper ever. From the University of Kentucky, PJ WASHINGTONNNNN.”

Brittany was stunned for the second time tonight. She first didn’t expect to be trashed at the club. However, even worse, she didn’t think she’d see Washington walk onto the stage with two white women draped on his arms.

She had thought she broke PJ, but he looked lit as fuck. He palmed the girl on his right shoulder by her ass while the other one twerked in front of him. “Y’all, we need to bless this man since that bitch Brittany scammed him. Make it rain on the girl in front of him.”

Instantly, everyone in the crowd began throwing dollars at the women. Even his two teammates threw hundreds at PJ and his girls.

“Now y’all on the count of three, let’s scream FREE PJ! 1-2-3, FREEEEEE PJ!!!” Brittany felt petrified as the people around her chanted, “FREE PJ” for what felt like hours.

She tried covering her face with her phone. However, she was soon discovered among the massive crowd by an angry ran. This fan grabbed her arm while shouting, “Y’all, this dumb bitch Brittany in this club.”

Renner tried shoving the man and walking away, but to no avail. She was instantly swarmed by random men who wasted no time harassing her. With everyone in her face, she heard a barrage of insults including, “slut, gold digger, bitch, whore bag,” and others. The DJ egged the crowd on by shouting, “y’all, this cunt must miss PJ.”

Feeling scared, she pushed this mob back. Unfortunately, this pissed the crowd off more. The incels responded by throwing water, drinks, and food at her. This frenzy caused Renner to fall on her back after someone smacked her in the eye with a Buffalo wing.

“Yo OWWW, what the fuck is wrong with y’all.” Still blinded, she now felt the men pile onto her. These men took this opportunity to grope her chest and butt. All she could hear was, “your child finna get bullied for having a slut mom, you slut.” Meanwhile, her tight dress was getting torn by the angry men.

To make matters worse, she felt her one-piece unbuttoned in between her legs. “Oh, cmon” was all she could groan before she felt random fingers probing her pussy.

Finally opening her eyes, she saw a group of women looking disgusted. Some tried pulling the guys off of the **** Renner, while others laughed and took videos.

Feeling humiliated, Brittany began sobbing. Her perfect day was ruined because she dared to seek child support.

“YOOOOO, I KNOW YOU DUSTY NIGGAS AINT ABUSING MY GIRL BRIT.” Teanna burst out of nowhere, kicking, punching, and throwing every guy in between her and her friend. She grabbed the sexual predator who fingered Renner by the throat and squeezed as hard as she could. She lifted the little man in the air and grabbed his wallet. After memorizing the name on his ID, she threw the wallet on the ground, dropped the man, and carried her friend to safety.

“Yo girl, I’m so sorry, I was caught up with Tyreke.” “You’re fine,” whimpered Brittany. “I just want to get out of here. Walking towards the exit, Renner glanced back at the stage. PJ was making out with the woman he palmed, while the second one rubbed his cock over his pants.

This sent Brittany into even more tears. “That bitch Nigga is rubbing his hoes in my face.” Teanna covered her friend's face while they walked to the exit.

The two each left the club and walked to Tyreke’s car.