Brittney Chronicles

Hey everyone, here's a quick one for you. I'm still working on Love in the Balance and I'm still outlining Sisterhood 101. I realized how many characters there were, and had an idea for a one-off. This story is very sex-heavy, but it does get inside the head of a well-known minor character in Birthday Pool Party. This story also reveals some information about Ashwood that will be relevant in the future.

That said, this story can be read as a standalone one if you just want a quick read without worrying about my other stories. Will there be a Part 02? Probably. But likely not soon. I want to start posting Sisterhood 101 chapters, and I need to finish up the current arc in Love in the Balance first.

I hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Friday August 01, 2025~

Actions always had consequences. It was a lesson parents have been trying to instill in their children since the dawn of time. It was also a lesson children would be ignoring until the end of time. At least until we had to face the consequences of our actions. Sadly, it was my turn to reap what I had sown.

Born and raised in Ashwood, California, I was a fun, outgoing girl; the life of the party. I genuinely liked people and I was always planning on spending my life making life better for everybody. Everyone was my friend and I think I had close to fifty kids in my backyard for my thirteenth birthday. All the guys wanted to date me and all the girls copied my style, knowing that anything I wore was at the height of fashion.

I was a cheerleader all four years of high school, I went to all school dances and events, and I was almost always the center of attention. My popularity even let me beat Kayla Thomson for cheer captain, and she was a cheer prodigy who could move in ways I couldn't even imagine. Seriously, how was it even possible to keep spinning in the air and still manage to land properly? I got dizzy watching her.

My eighteenth birthday was in early November of my senior year, signaling my entry into adulthood. I was tall for a woman, at five feet eight inches, and I had a perfect figure. My skin was clear and my long blonde hair fell in waves down my back. I had brown eyes, which made some people think I wasn't a natural blonde. Despite not quite having double-D's, I had perfectly shaped D-cup breasts that filled out a bra and didn't sag at all when I was topless. I was a blonde bombshell.

Sex was awesome, but it was just that; sex. It was a fun way to curl my toes without having to resort to my vibrator, but I never felt anything for any of the guys I was with. Or the women when I started experimenting. I did want to feel a connection, feel real intimacy, but I was scared of it as well. So, I chose to just get my brains fucked out and move on to the next conquest.

High school parties were fun; I especially enjoyed Kevin's and usually ended up playing a strip game of some kind. I kept going to those, and to parties at Kayla's mansion, but I wanted to really go wild. With my looks, it wasn't hard to get invited to fraternity parties. They practically begged for my attendance.

Peter Coleman was at one of those frat parties; a guy in his mid-twenties who still hung around the college scene. Fuck, he was tall. Brown hair, brown eyes, and in amazing shape. He approached me barely ten minutes after I arrived at the party, and he managed to charm me out of my panties within the hour.

I got well and truly fucked. Peter put me in every position imaginable, he did me in every hole until I was a drooling mess, and he came everywhere. At the end, I didn't know my name or where I was; I was covered in cum while more leaked out of me. It was fucking incredible.

We hooked up at a few more parties before Peter broached the topic. At first, I felt used when he told me he was a recruiter for X-Star Entertainment. He used his charm to calm me down, and I soon found myself actually considering making porn. When he mentioned how much just one film would pay, he had me. I wanted to carry around a designer purse like Kayla's, and Peter assured me he would be the male talent. I had planned to fuck him again anyway, what was the harm?

One film became three, and I was soon acting with other male talent. I started a SeeMe and the money just kept coming in. I bought expensive clothes and could go out without charming a guy into paying for me. My porn star name, Cherry Angel, was getting quite the following. I did several different kinds of videos, including some fetish ones. I had no idea foot fetishes were so common! I did movies to celebrate my graduating high school; the guys on the internet loved that! I was on top of the world.

I had no idea how my parents found out, but they were waiting for me to come home. Mom was crying and Dad looked like he wanted to kill me. I was sobbing hysterically while they screamed at me, lectured me on how much I had disappointed them, and told me I was a fucking idiot. Those videos would exist forever, they told me, did I want my kids to see them in the future?

In the end it was decided that I should leave. Dad reasoned that I had acted like a grown adult, so I was free to go and live my own life. Mom looked like she wanted to stop me, but she didn't. They kicked me out of the house, out of their lives. I was on my own at eighteen, and for the first time, it wasn't good to be Brittney O'Connor.

The car was in my name and I had enough cash for a motel room. I spent the next day trying to figure out what to do with my life. College was out, at least in the near-term. I needed to get on my feet first. I definitely didn't have enough money for an apartment; all that money I had made didn't seem like so much when I realized just how high the cost of living was. I started to worry I'd end up paying for a room by the hour at the Noble Star Motel, sucking dick for enough cash to keep a roof over my head.

Fortunately, Peter came through for me. He knew a girl who needed a new roommate. Apparently, Jasmine Robson's former roommate had enough with California and moved back to Kansas or Nebraska, one of those states. Jasmine was even a former cheerleader, so Peter knew we'd get along.

Peter introduced us, and Jasmine offered to let me move in. I had to sell my designer purse and clothes, but I came up with enough money. Westbay Apartments was affordable, so I figured I would be able to cover the bills every month. The building didn't have a lot of security, but there had only been one incident. Some lawyer tried breaking in to the apartment of two women. He was arrested, and the women actually just moved out at the end of July. I'd be fine.

Jasmine was a gorgeous woman; twenty-four years old, a few inches shorter than me, with an athletic build, green eyes, and tan skin. She had been a cheerleader all four years at California State University Ashwood(CSUA), and graduated with a degree in accounting. Getting a job with no experience wasn't easy, and Jasmine ended up finding something else.

I guess it made sense in Jasmine's head to be a stripper instead of an accountant? Jasmine's tits were even bigger than mine, so it worked out. "Jade" was a featured dancer at Amber Lights, a high-end gentleman's club in Ashwood known for their discretion. Jasmine and I were both outgoing girls who loved to party, everything was going to work out.

"Morning," Jasmine mumbled, staggering into the kitchen at 11:00AM.

"Barely," I commented with a giggle.

"Still counts," Jasmine grunted, heading over to the coffee maker. "You try dancing naked on a stage until three in the morning."

"Sounds fun, but I can't," I answered. "I have to work tomorrow."

"Oh, you booked a scene?" she asked with interest. "Anything fun?"

"Yeah, it's a really famous one, too," I nodded before taking a sip of my coffee. "The NailVan. A few guys drive around in a black van and pay a random girl to get in. They nail her and ditch her. I get to be the random girl they supposedly just come across."

"Stupid name; it sounds like a van you get in before being found in pieces somewhere," Jasmine laughed while putting a bagel in the toaster oven. "Where are they gonna pick you up?"

"The CSUA campus," I responded. "Summer classes are over and people don't move into the dorms for the fall semester until the ninth. I'm gonna pretend to be a student."

"You still planning to start classes next year instead?" Jasmine questioned.

"Yeah," I sighed heavily. "A lot of people take a gap year. I'll use this year to get on my feet, then I'll hopefully be ready. Porn was just supposed to be a fun way to earn some money. Life rarely goes the way it's supposed to, does it?"

"It never does," she laughed. "I got my degree, I did really well, but then no one would hire me because I didn't have any experience. I couldn't get experience because no one would hire me. I still knew Peter from high school, and he knew Lana, the owner of Amber Lights. They got me a job as a server, then I noticed how much the dancers made. The rest is history."

"Are you still hoping to use your degree?" I asked as I watched Jasmine put butter on her bagel.

"Yeah, definitely," Jasmine nodded, approaching the table with her breakfast. "My friend Ruth is having the same problem. Her degree is in Business Administration. We're both dancers. My hope is to save up enough to be able to get on the CPA track. Then I'll definitely be able to get something."

"That sounds smart," I replied while watching her bite into a bagel. "I know I'll be able to get a job if I manage to get my nursing degree. There's always jobs for nurses. I can't do porn the rest of my life."

"You could," Jasmine reasoned with a shrug. "You play a coed for a few years, then a MILF, then you end up doing granny porn until you retire."

"Pass," I snorted. "I'd like to fall in love, get married, and have kids someday."

"Pregnancy porn?" she smirked at me over the rim of her coffee cup.

"Oh, shut up," I laughed. "I really would like to find love."

"You're eighteen, you're too young to be worried about that," Jasmine told me.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "This girl I went to high school with, a wild redhead named Lexi. I called her Lioness Lexi. She's living with her boyfriend in a mansion."

"That's not love, that's having a sugar daddy," Jasmine scoffed.

"No, no!" I insisted. "They really love each other. I, ah, I slept with him. It wasn't cheating or anything, Lexi was cool with it. Anyway, I was getting dressed right after and he seemed sad that I didn't wanna cuddle or anything. It made me think that, well, it would be nice to really feel something for a guy."

"Eh, love is overrated," she grimaced. "It never lasts and it just causes pain in the end. Casual sex is best. Just get off and get lost."

"That is simpler," I admitted. "But, don't you get lonely? Don't you want more, like a real connection?"

"That's what girlfriends are for," Jasmine shrugged. "In fact, why don't you come to work with me tonight?"

"I have a shoot tomorrow, remember?" I smirked.

"You don't have to stay until I get off," she reasoned. "Hop on the subway when you're done."

"What am I gonna do at a gentlemen's club?" I frowned.

"Meet people, I don't know," Jasmine laughed. "The other girls are nice, you can meet Lana. She'll be there tonight. She owns Velour Room, too."

"Velour Room?!" I gasped. "The night club celebrities go to?"

"Yup!" she nodded rapidly. "Lana can get us on the list. Even if you don't meet any celebrities, it's still so, so much better than Club Frenzy."

"And it won't be awkward if I see you dancing naked?" I wondered with a smirk.

"Hey, you're the one with videos all over the internet," Jasmine teased. "People judge sex workers. Women judge women. It's nice to meet people who understand, who see the person underneath. Let's get to know each other."

"Okay, I'm in!" I agreed.

I spent the afternoon organizing my new bedroom while Jasmine went grocery shopping. Neither of us felt like cooking, so we ordered delivery and ate it in the living room while watching a movie. We talked for a little while before it was time to get ready.

Jasmine put on leggings and a t-shirt because she'd be changing once she got to work. I dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress and a pair of heels. Guys kept glancing at us as we rode the subway to the nice part of town. One man looked like he was going to start hyperventilating when I gave him a wink as Jasmine and I brushed by him.

Amber Lights advertised as a traditional gentlemen's club; a private social club where guys could read, dine, drink, and play bar games like pool and darts. It was common knowledge that they also had strippers, and there were even rumors going around that a lot more than lap dances happened in the VIP areas. However, Amber Lights still put a lot of effort into projecting the image of an upscale, classy establishment.

Only members were allowed inside, but a few words with the bouncer were enough for Jasmine to secure my entrance. The place was spotless and every inch of it proclaimed its status and luxury. Expensive drapery, gorgeous furniture, and an organized, classy environment. I was impressed.

While still in the entryway, Jasmine led me over to where a platinum blonde was talking with a very tall, very muscular guy in his mid-thirties. The woman was Stacey Berry, the manager. She had been a dancer, and eventually worked her way up to manager. Stacey was in her thirties and had sleeve tattoos on her arms. It was weird that a woman was the manager at a gentlemen's club, but Stacey seemed tough.

"And this is Cal," Jasmine said after hugging the big guy. "Cal, this is Brittney, my new roommate. Brittney, Cal is the head bouncer here."

"Brittney, nice to meet you," Cal smiled. "If anyone gives you trouble, just let me know."

"Thanks," I smiled prettily. "Nice to meet you, too."

"Lana's here, right?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah, she's around here somewhere," Cal frowned, looking around.

"She's at the bar," Stacey spoke up.

"Thanks," Jasmine replied, taking my hand and leading me into the club.

The bar area was enormous. There was the main bar and a dance floor, then there were a large number of booths facing a stage where girls would likely be dancing soon. I noticed a VIP area as well that was roped off. Surprisingly, there were a few women customers in addition to the female employees and male patrons.

"Jade!" a tall blonde squealed as she ran over to Jasmine.

"Sierra, hi!" Jasmine replied, hugging the blonde so the two women could exchange air kisses. "I didn't know you'd be here tonight!"

"Last minute decision," Sierra answered, turning to face me. "Who's your friend?"

"Sierra, this is my new roommate, Brittney," Jasmine introduced us. "Brittney, this is Sierra Brooks. She's an influencer and party-planner."

"An influencer? That sounds fun!" I exclaimed.

"It is!" Sierra nodded. "I used to dance here, but then I got a big following on social media. I post about the places to be and get paid to draw crowds."

"Fuck, that's awesome!" I grinned. "You're the girl everyone talks to."

"Exactly," Sierra giggled.

"Have you seen Lana?" Jasmine interjected. "I want to introduce her to Brittney."

"I, ah, yeah, I have," Sierra mumbled, the grin falling from her face as she turned and pointed. "She's over there. With him."

The VIP area was almost empty this early in the evening, but one booth was occupied. The largest man I'd ever seen was standing in front of the booth with his tattooed arms crossed. Seriously, the guy was probably a foot taller than I was. Holy shit. He was a solid wall of muscle with a shaved head and brown eyes. There was no question that he was a bodyguard.

A Latino man who looked to be in his late-thirties was sitting in the booth. He was in good shape with dark hair, but his eyes were concealed by the sunglasses he wore. He had a drink in front of him, and he was talking to an Italian woman in her thirties who was standing in front of him.

"Oh," Jasmine gasped, her eyes wide. "Oh. W-we'll talk to her later then."

As if he could sense us watching, the bodyguard turned his head and looked at us. I noticed Sierra and Jasmine tense up beside me, with Sierra making a hasty exit. The bodyguard leaned over and whispered to the other man. Turning away from the Italian woman, the guy lowered his sunglasses and checked us out. With a smirk, he crooked his finger, inviting us to join him.

"So, who is that?" I asked, curious.

"No time to explain," Jasmine shook her head, taking my hand. "Just be polite and respectful."

The two of us walked across the floor as I wondered just what kind of big shot the Latino was. I had a feeling some rich CEO wasn't enough to make Jasmine this nervous. Was he a criminal or something? I had felt perfectly safe in here so far, especially with Cal's promise to look out for me. Maybe he was some sort of politician that everyone had to keep happy?

"Don't be rude, Eric," the Latino man said in a soft voice that commanded attention, "let the ladies through. I think I'll be safe with them."

The giant named Eric inclined his head and stood aside, gesturing us to enter the booth. I noticed Eric had a deep scare along his chin as I walked by him. The Italian woman remained standing while Jasmine and I sat down. I noticed that the powerful man was very handsome, and he had piercing brown eyes that were briefly revealed before he fixed his sunglasses. He was dressed in an expensive button-down and slacks.

"Good evening, sir," Jasmine said politely.

"Hello, Jade," the man smiled. "It's nice to see you. Will you be performing for us tonight?"

"Yes, sir," Jasmine nodded. "I'm on after Ruby."

"I can't wait," he inclined his head politely. "Who is your friend?"

"This is Brittney O'Connor, my new roommate," Jasmine said. "Brittney, this is Mister Sanchez."

"No need to be so formal," the handsome Latino man smiled. "Nice to meet you, Brittney. I'm Marcos. Will you be working here as well?"

"Nice to meet you," I responded, kind of wishing I had come up with a fake name for tonight. "No, I don't work here. Jade and I met through a mutual friend. I needed a place to stay."

"I thought I'd show her where I work," Jasmine explained quickly. "Brittney was really jealous when she heard Lana owns Velour Room, too."

"I don't blame her, it's a lovely nightclub," Marcos said with an approving nod. "I'm sure Lana can add you to the list, Brittney."

"Of course," Lana, the Italian woman, agreed. "I'll have your name added."

We talked politely for a few more minutes before making our escape. I noticed that a few more private booths were occupied, mostly with well-dressed corporate types. Music was playing and a few women were dancing on stage, but they were still fully-covered. I noticed a couple guys were getting lap dances in the main area when we left the VIP section.

"So, who was that guy?" I asked Jasmine when we were alone.

"Marcos Sanchez and his body guard, Eric O'Brien," Jasmine answered quickly.

"Why do you seem so scared of him?" I inquired carefully.

"Lana Moretti doesn't take shit from anyone," my roommate explained. "No one. She's a powerful businesswoman who is always in control. She's terrified of that guy. I'm smart enough not to ask questions."