She calls Teanna

Brittany continued cackling as her baby daddy drove away. She was just one more round of litigation away from securing endless child support checks. The thought of raking in six figure checks made her pussy throb.

Feeling triumphant, Renner dialed up her best friend, Teanna Trump. “Girrrrl Teanna, I done secured the bag.” “Oh my god Brit yasss. How much are you getting from that goofy Nigga PJ.” “I have one more lame ass round of negotiations and then his money is MINE.”

Brittany continued to grin. She was already making a nice amount of money from her tell-all book. However, she would become a millionaire after she got her claws on Washington’s NBA money.

Brittany: Not gonna lie girl I wanna celebrate tonight at the club!

Teanna: I’m like so down Brittany, which club we heading to though?!

Brittany: To be honest Charlotte has lame ass clubs but Excelsior is lit. Maybe I’ll find myself another athlete to drain sexually and financially.

Teanna: bet, l’ll meet you there at 11:30 tonight.

Brittany: thanks babes, talk to you later! *click*

“FUCK THESE NIGGAS”. The confident buxom brunette walked to her car, letting her thicc ass away with each step.

Unbeknownst to her though, the TMZ paparazzi, Mike, was still lurking in the bushes. He recorded the whole phone call with Renner and Trump. Mike sneered at his tape recorder: “This dirt will come in handy for my promotion. However, I might be able to get more dirt to **** this slut with…”