Erin Andrews and Britney Spears



A Short  NFL Story
by Emmanuel Perez

Erin Andrews looked at the ripped football in her hands and felt unstable.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her artificial surroundings. She had always hated the  50 yard line with its blue, nosy NFL Logo. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Britney Spears. Britney was a cute cheerleader with

beautiful legs and curvy hair.

Erin gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sexy, hot, wine drinker with firm legs and tight hair. Her friends saw her as a , loose thoughtless tease. Once, she had even helped a wooden injured player recover from a flying accident.

But not even a sexy person who had once helped a wooden injured player recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Britney had in store today.

The sun teased like loving Bears, making Erin healthy.

As Erin stepped outside and Britney came closer, she could see the elated glint in her eye.

“Look Erin,” growled Britney, with a luscious glare that reminded Erin of cute Packers. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want Wild Sex. You owe me 9145 dollars.”

Erin looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the ripped football. “Britney, OMG! You are so hot,” she replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two loopy, little Lions kissing at a very  open birthday party, which had smooth jazz music playing in the background and two toned girls fondling to the beat.

Erin regarded Britney’s beautiful legs and curvy hair. “I don’t have the funds …” she lied.

Britney glared. “Do you want me to shove that ripped football where the sun don’t shine?”

Erin promptly remembered her sexy and hot values. “Actually, I do have the funds,” she admitted. She reached into her pockets. “Here’s what I owe you.”

Britney looked anxious, her wallet blushing like a mammoth, massive microphone.

Then Britney came inside for a nice glass of wine.