Brittney Chronicles

Hey everyone, here's a quick one for you. While this serves as a sequel to Brittney Chronicles: The NailVan, it should be possible to read as a standalone work. Characters and events in this story do tie directly into my main story lines, but I don't think it's necessary to be familiar with those stories.

I'm still working on Love in the Balance, but since it's gotten ahead of Sisterhood 101 I've been focusing a bit more on that series. This story provides background for what's going on behind the scenes of the main characters in Sisterhood. I'm also planning on an April Fool's Day contest entry from the POV of a supporting character in Sisterhood. Another Law & Ardor is on my list, too.

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

Note: This one is more of a 'stroke story' than what I'd usually write. This is really just meant to be a fun little side-episode to show what's going on in Ashwood. If you'd prefer the more plot-heavy works(I understand!) you might want to skip this one. It shows a few behind-the-scenes views that the main cast of Sisterhood don't see, but you won't miss anything huge if you want to stick with the main stories.

~Saturday August 23, 2025~

A soft afternoon rain fell, providing much needed relief to the parched land of Southern California. I may have been a lifelong local, but even I appreciated the reduced temperature and the break from the brutal sun. Tugging the hood of my thin raincoat over my head, I walked over to Eduardo's, Ashwood's best Mexican restaurant.

Once inside, I removed my coat and ran my fingers through my long blonde hair. The host was standing behind the stand, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. I wasn't wearing anything fancy, just blue jeans and a long-sleeve green t-shirt. It was flattering that the poor boy seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

"T-t-table for one?" the host squeaked.

"No, I'm meeting someone who already has a table," I smiled as I sashayed by him, making sure to lightly touch his arm. "But thanks, cutie."

Sitting at a table by the window was a tall guy in his mid-twenties with a thick brown mustache. I had been friends with Peter since we hooked up at a college party. He helped me start my career and even found me an apartment after my parents kicked me out. It was unusual for him to randomly invite me to lunch, so I was definitely curious.

"Hey, sexy lady," Peter said, standing to hug me. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course," I replied, kissing his cheek.

We sat down and ordered drinks from the waitress. I was only eighteen, so I had to settle for a soda. Peter asked about my roommate while we sipped our drinks and perused the menu. She was still a stripper with an accounting degree, there wasn't much else to say. We even talked about the weather before the waitress returned to take our lunch orders.

"So," Peter began when the young woman left, "there is something I wanted to run by you."

"Another scene?" I asked while dipping a chip in some salsa. "You didn't need to buy me lunch for that, you know I need the work."

"It's a little more complicated than that," he shook his head.

"Oh?" I questioned with interest. "Do tell."

"I went to a party last night at Drew Kensington's place," Peter explained. "Rich college kid, parents always away."

"Still creeping on coeds at your age?" I teased. I knew the place. Old money type manor. Down the street from the Thomson mansion.

"I'm twenty-four, not forty-four," he scoffed. "Anyway, I met a lovely young woman at the party. Tall, pretty green eyes. Cheerleader. Gorgeous smile."

"Am I about to find out your crazy bachelor days are behind you?" I arched an eyebrow.

Peter chuckled lightly before responding. "No, nothing like that. We got to talking and she expressed an interest in our line of work."

"That so?" I bit into another chip.

"Yeah, but she's nervous," he confirmed. "I figured since you're both cheerleaders, maybe you could talk to her and ease her fears. Perhaps you two could do a scene together?"

I swallowed the chip and took a sip of soda as I considered his offer. "I won't try to talk her into it if she doesn't want to do it. It's serious and I don't want her to regret it just because she needs money. I assume that's part of it?"

"Well, yes, it is," Peter admitted. "And I agree with you. Kendall needs to understand what she's getting into. I just want you to talk to her. If you both decide it's not a good idea for her, fine. You know we don't pressure girls."

"I'll talk to her," I said seriously. "Start a group chat and we'll plan a time to meet."

Peter took out his phone and sent a text to both of us as an introduction. The reply was almost instant, telling me she'd been expecting the text. We went back-and-forth for a bit before agreeing to meet up for brunch on Sunday. I saved Kendall Young in my phone promised to talk to her soon.

Our food arrived not long after and I ignored Peter while enjoying my tacos. I loved Mexican food, and Eduardo's was amazing. The owners had been smart enough to open the restaurant next to a nightclub, giving them a ton of business. People would get high behind Club Frenzy then walk next door for nachos. Genius.

"You haven't told me what kind of scene you were thinking of," I reminded him at one point.

"Right," Peter nodded, holding up a finger as he finished chewing and swallowing. "I've known Drew for a while, and he's an impulsive guy."

"Okay..." I trailed off, unsure of where Peter was going.

"Long story short, he wants to be in a video," Peter explained. "His parents are away, so we thought we'd film there."

"Don't you need the owner's permission?" I frowned.

"Yes, and we got it," he smirked. "Drew's dad thought it was hysterical."

"Okay, then," I snorted. "That works, I guess. Drew isn't worried about being recognized?"

"Not really," he shook his head. "I think the girls will be the center of attention."

"Fair point," I agreed. "What's the scene?"

"Having you in a series episode has worked out great," Peter continued. "Your episode of The NailVan is making us a damn fortune. People watch the first two minutes and subscribe."

"Happy to help," I giggled.

"We have another series called 'Filthy Rich Chicks,' or sometimes just 'Rich Chicks,'" he explained. "Perfect for that stone manor. You and Kendall are playing spoiled college trust fund girls. Complain about your parents to your boyfriend for not buying you a yacht or something, Drew suggests wild sex is the best way get back at your parents."

"That's just cheesy enough to work," I nodded my head. "So, we'll be wearing expensive dresses and fake jewels? Maybe tear off the pearl necklace and give me a different kind of pearl necklace?"

"Exactly! You've got it," Peter laughed. "I'd probably play one boyfriend, Drew the other. We'd invite a few friends to help. That kind of thing."

"Are you just gonna do Kendall and I side-by-side or does she mess around with girls?" I inquired professionally.

"Unsure, maybe you can ask about that," he answered immediately. "I agree with you; make sure she understands what she's getting into. How the sex will be, how the video will be out there forever, stuff like that. Make sure we have her full and informed consent."

"No problem," I smiled.

"The plan is to shoot this Friday, the twenty-ninth," Peter said. "First football game of the season is the next day. Drew has a short practice or something so he'll have the evening free."

"Glad he can squeeze us in," I snorted. "What's the plan if she decides against it? Just gonna gangbang me?"

"If that works for you?" Peter looked at me.

"Hey, as long as I'm getting paid," I shrugged and waggled my eyebrows. "Plus it sounds fun."

I spoke with Peter for a little while longer while we finished up with our meal. Peter insisted on paying and helped me put my coat on before we made our way to the front door. The rain had died down, but it was still drizzling so I put my hood up while he walked me to my car.

Two people walked by before I got in my car, and I realized I recognized one of them. Dan Mitchell was a cute guy from high school who I was happy to see. We exchanged a quick hug and he introduced me to the girl he was with. Tasha Hoang was a short Vietnamese girl who he said was his friend. I was intrigued, since Dan usually wasn't just friends with a girl.

The four of us spoke for a few minutes, bringing back memories of high school. I felt a pang of sadness and regret as I thought about how I wasn't going to college with everyone else. Even if I managed to get there in a few years, my friends would be upperclassmen and I wouldn't be experiencing college life for the first time with them.

We said our goodbyes and I drove home to Westbay Apartments. I was still getting used to being an adult, but I had to admit I loved having an apartment. Loud Couple greeted me as soon as I walked in, once again apologizing for screaming at each other at 2:00AM the previous week. I also passed Reptile Guy on my way up to my apartment, noticing the usual snake wrapped around his shoulders. Bitter Divorced Lady insisted on walking with me down the hall and telling me the latest gossip. Apparently Creepy Hallway Guy had gotten arrested for patronizing a prostitute. The panties in the building were temporarily safe from being raided.

"Hey, Britt," Jasmine grunted from the couch when I walked in. "Did you remember to get coffee?"

"I wasn't at the store," I answered, taking off my coat. "I was having lunch with a coworker."

"Another scene?" she asked as I came over and plopped down on the armchair.

"Friday, I think," I sighed, leaning my head back. "I have to meet up with a new girl tomorrow to tell her the realities of porn. She might be doing the scene with me."

"There's no room here if her parents kick her out," Jasmine giggled. "That's why I prefer stripping. There's no recording. Not much touching either. And the pay isn't bad."

"Porn pays more and I don't have to work as much," I shrugged, pulling out my phone. "Plus the real money is my SeeMe account."

"Where guys pay twenty a month for pics of your butt hole?" she laughed, stretching out on the couch.

"Well, yes, that's part of it," I admitted, opening the app. "A lot of them just want to talk to me sometimes."

"About what?" Jasmine wondered, brushing her raven hair over her shoulder. "Guys in the VIP room usually just want me to shake my tits in their face."

"Anything," I answered as I started replying to messages. "They ask me me how my day was and are thrilled when I take an interest in them. Movies, music, normal stuff."

"Seriously?" she arched an eyebrow incredulously.

"Yes," I insisted. "I mean, I get the usual creeps. I don't mind dick pics, and some guys actually ask me to rate their cocks. The creepy ones are the guys who try and convince me to tell them my real name, or offer me money to meet up with them for real sex. A few of them offered to pay for my plane ride to them."

"There must not be any good whores where he lives," Jasmine laughed. "I've been offered large sums before."

"Never been tempted?" I wondered, looking over at her.

"A few times, yeah," she shrugged. "When I was low on cash. A few girls do it, but I don't."

"I do sext a bit with some of them, but nothing crazy," I added. "A few live shows, stuff like that."

"I do dirty talk," Jasmine nodded. "Even gets me hot sometimes, too. I love being able to get a man to just lose all control. Knowing he's mine and would do anything for just one more song with me. Mm, makes me wet."

"What time are you going in tonight?" I asked while texting with a lonely engineer about his unrequited love.

"Oh yeah, that's what I wanted to tell you," she pointed at me. "It's a rare Saturday night off for me. Wanna hit Club Frenzy?"

"You're off from the strip club and want to go to the nightclub?" I smirked.

"Hey, I need to party and drink," Jasmine argued. "You want in or not?"

"I was just in the area," I mused while replying to another message confirming my boobs were natural. "Lunch was at Eduardo's. I guess it could be fun. Sure, let's go."

Jasmine decided to go to the store, leaving me with the place to myself. I relaxed for a bit before heading to my room for a scheduled show. Messages came in fast as guys joined my room and asked me questions. I was getting good tips, so I quickly got naked and played with my boobs for their viewing pleasure. At their insistence, I opened my legs and let them watch me masturbate. It was good for business and I even got a nice orgasm.

After my show, I took a quick shower and heated up some frozen food for dinner. Jasmine ate with me and helped clean up so we could relax with a movie before going out. While playing on my phone, I got a surprising text. My heart jumped in my chest as I realized who was reaching out.

Marcos Sanchez was a tall, dark, and handsome man I had met at Amber Lights, the strip club where Jasmine worked. Everyone seemed to be afraid of him, yet no one really knew how the rich guy made all his money. Just looking at him made me cream my panties. He even knew I was in porn but didn't seem to care.

Marcos: Hey gorgeous, how's life treating you?

Brittney: Better now that a cute guy is texting me. ;)

Marcos: Oh? You like him?

Brittney: Yeah, but he's this rich, powerful guy. I'm just a poor girl who does porn to get by.

Marcos: If he's smart, he won't judge you for your career choice.

Brittney: I hope he is...

Marcos: Perhaps we can discuss it over dinner on Wednesday?

Brittney: A date on a Wednesday? Interesting.

Marcos: Work's been crazy, it's the only night I have free. If that's okay? I can pick you up.

Brittney: I graciously accept, sir.

Marcos: I'll be there at six.

Brittney: I can't wait!

"What's that grin about?" Jasmine asked, making me jump.

"Oh, uh, nothing," I stammered pathetically.

"Try again," she giggled, looking over at me.

"Marcos asked me to dinner Wednesday," I admitted with a small blush.

"Oh," Jasmine stated, eyes wide. "Just, um, be careful, okay?"

"I still don't understand why you're so scared of him," I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, he's intimidating, but he's been nothing but charming from what I've seen."

"My boss is scared of him," she said. "That's all I need to know. Be careful, Brittney."

"I know how to take care of myself," I insisted, wondering about Marcos' line of work. "If things get weird, I'll get out."

"Thank you," Jasmine whispered.

We talked awkwardly for a few more minutes until the movie ended and it was time to head to the club. I put on a cute skirt and top while Jasmine chose a green dress that matched her eyes. My blonde hair fell freely down my back, and Jasmine put some of her hair into a ponytail, while letting the rest hang beneath it in a midnight wave.

Club Frenzy wouldn't card me, so we ordered a ride there with plans to drink. It was just getting dark when we arrived, but the music was already pumping and the club was lit up as people entered the building. They rushed in, clearly attempting to avoid the small group of protesters who were holding signs with religious sayings.

"They're protesting a nightclub? Seriously?" I scoffed while a pastor shouted something about the sins of the flesh.

"Unless they're protesting tacos, yeah," Jasmine commented, scanning the crowd. "Drinking, dancing, they must hate it."

"It's probably the sex that bothers them the most," I replied as we walked toward the entrance.

Their chants were impossible to understand due to their lack of coordination and their small numbers. The laughter and bustle of the people in line were enough to mostly drown them out. I heard a few things about alcohol, maybe something else about destroying the virtue of youth. I wasn't really paying attention until Jasmine suddenly grabbed my arm and led me toward the protesters.

"Greg? Greg Marshall?" Jasmine yelled, squinting as she looked at a guy in his twenties. "It IS you! Is Grace here, too? Oh! There she is! Why do you seem so upset? You two are always so sweet at the club."

"What's she talking about, Greg?" a tan guy in his forties asked.

"Uh, nothing, nothing John!" Greg stammered as his wife hid behind him. "She's crazy. Must be the drugs."

"So, I just imagined your wife coming with you to the VIP room last Tuesday to celebrate your birthday?" Jasmine frowned, placing her hands on her hips.

"Lying! Another sin," Grace growled. "Peddle your nonsense somewhere else, young lady!"

"Tuesday was your birthday, Greg," the pastor looked at Greg with concern. The pastor was a tall, well-dressed man in his late-forties. "What exactly have you been up to?"

"Nothing! I have no idea what Jade is talking about!" Greg yelled, his face red. "You can't believe her Pastor Elijah."

"How'd you know my stripper name is Jade?" Jasmine countered.

"Greg, this is deeply disturbing," the tan guy in his forties continued. "We were led to believe the members of Covenant Path Fellowship held themselves to a higher moral standard."

"We certainly do, John," Pastor Elijah insisted. "Greg, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"This is ridiculous," Greg stammered, pointing an accusing finger at John. "We never should have accepted you! Your bad parenting is why your daughter got knocked up! You must have told this stripper lies!"

"Bye Greg! It was nice to see you! Grace, please bring him by any time! Call me!" Jasmine made the classic thumb and pinkie finger phone gesture, even though neither of us had ever used an old phone like that.

The protest devolved into shouting as accusations flew while Greg and Grace tried to defend themselves. I looped my arm through Jasmine's as we made our way into the club, both of us giggling uncontrollably. We grabbed a couple of drinks and I dragged Jasmine to a table to ask for details.

"So, Greg and Grace?" I shouted over the music before sipping my drink.

"We get a lot of married couples," Jasmine yelled back. "They wanna spice things up without actually touching another person."

"They're regulars?" I questioned.

"Real sweethearts, too," she confirmed. "Tuesday was Greg's birthday. I got naked in the VIP room with them and they got so hot they ended up fucking on the floor. I can still see Grace's tits flopping around over her bra while Greg did her from behind. They didn't even care that I was there."

"Sounds like a fun night," I laughed.

"I didn't realize they were such hypocrites though," Jasmine sighed. "Sex is nothing to be ashamed of."

"You don't have to tell me that," I nodded.

Jasmine offered her hand. "C'mon, let's dance. I need to find a hot guy to grind on."

We danced, we drank, we flirted. We found hot guys to grind on. I wasn't in the mood for a hookup, but the drinks were flowing and I was happy to dance and tease. Jasmine found a tall black guy she really liked, inviting him to stay with us and drink. The two of them made out on the dance floor, his hands on her ass while she clung to him.

When it was time to leave, Jasmine invited her guy back to our place. I sat up front in our rideshare so they could make out in the back. The driver was blushing the entire ride. At one point he let out a shocked gasp, causing me to check the back seat. Jasmine had her head in the guy's lap, sucking his dick with abandon while he played with her tits.