Brittney Chronicles

Hey everyone, here's a quick one for you. It MIGHT be possible to read this as a standalone work, but when I wrote it I assumed the reader was familiar with the first two episodes of the Brittney Chronicles. If you're just looking for a quick read though, you should be fine. 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.

That said, this story does reveal some of the darker sides of Ashwood that aren't as visible to the main cast of Sisterhood 101. Another Law & Ardor is in the works, but I'm mostly just outlining it at this point. I also wrote a sequel to The Brinkerhoff Royal that has been pending for a while. It may or may not go live before this one. We'll see!

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 usually write. This is really just meant to be a fun little side-episode to show what's going on in Ashwood with the night clubs and the adult film industry. 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. Though there might be some hints at future big plot points. ;)

Second Note: If you're new to my stories, there's a timeline on my page to show in what order stories take place. It's a good reading order. Just please don't judge the earlier stories too harshly! I was, and am, still learning.

~Friday October 03, 2025~

"Oh God, more!" I begged wantonly, my mouth open and tongue sticking out in my eagerness. "Please! Please, more!"

"You want it, slut?" the guy growled as he loomed over me while jacking off.

"Yes!" I hissed, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. "Cum for me, baby! Cum on my face and in my mouth. Oh, I wanna taste you!"

I was on my knees completely naked, the carpet on the motel room floor rough against my skin. The semen of multiple men was plastered all over my face and stuck in my blonde hair. More ran over and between my breasts, the fluid making my skin feel sticky and warm.

Several professional cameras were in the cheap room, making sure to get every angle and view. I could tell my guy was getting close, so I reached out and massaged his balls while begging on my knees. Despite the intensity of the scene, none of the guys had fucked me today. No, that wasn't the point of the scene.

For the first time I was shooting an advertisement for X-star Entertainment. Peter's bosses wanted an ad they could play on adult websites that would draw more people toward our content. I was rising in popularity as Cherry Angel, so they thought I'd be perfect. I immediately accepted.

Peter wanted a second girl, so I recommended Kendall Young, also known as Cindy Phoenix. It was only her second scene, but she was equally naked beside me, choking on dick while an overweight guy fucked her face. Cum ran down her face and tits as her green eyes looked up at the man.

My guy came, exploding all over my face as I cooed and held my cum-covered tits together. Some got in my mouth and I immediately spit it out so it would run down my chin. The man Kendall was blowing grabbed a fistful of her dirty-blonde hair and yanked her head back.

"Mm, my turn," Kendall growled, opening her mouth. "Ah!"

"Cum on our faces, cum in our mouths!" I begged, plastering my face next to hers.

"You just got some!" Kendall playfully shoved me away.

"Learn to share!" I snapped back.

Warm semen rained down on our faces, covering us as we moaned and cooed. The guys stepped away when they had coated us with everything they had. Following the script, we knew the main ad would start with the final facial. Kendall and I kissed softly as we fondled each other's breasts.

Turning to face the main camera, I said my line. "Other sites not extreme enough for you?"

"The women not slutty enough?" Kendall went next.

"Looking for great content starring the hottest cum-swallowing whores?" I asked sexily.

"Look no further than X-star Entertainment!" Kendall declared, turning to lick some cum from my cheek.

"The hottest girls, the most extreme content, all just a click away!" I held up my breasts and squeezed them.

"We'll be waiting for you," Kendall wriggled her body in a sexy way.

As one, Kendall and I each raised a hand, palm turned inward. Kissing our fingertips, we blew kisses for the camera. Knowing that's when they were going to zoom out, we both giggled as we started playfully gathering up cum and sucking it from our fingertips.

"Cut!" the director called out. "Great job, ladies."

Accepting the offered towels, we both started wiping the cum from our faces and bodies. I took my time putting my robe on while Kendall covered herself as quickly as possible. A few of the actors talked with me while Kendall took her shower, then I took one as well and dressed in casual clothes.

"You okay?" I asked Kendall as we rode the elevator down to the lobby.

"Yeah," she pressed her lips together. "I'm alright."

"You sure?" I questioned gently. "I don't have plans tonight, we can grab a drink if you wanna talk?"

"The game is tomorrow," Kendall protested weakly. "I can't get drunk if I have to cheer."

"I'd argue you cheer better drunk, but okay," I smirked. "Just one drink."

Kendall bit her lower lip as she looked at me for several seconds. "I'd like that. One drink."

The bar at the Noble Star Motel was buzzing on a Saturday evening. It was an establishment that rented rooms by the hour and served cheap alcohol; a place for affairs or prostitutes. Or people who loved crappy booze. We took a seat at the bar and ordered a couple of of cosmos. I was eighteen and Kendall was nineteen, but no one at that bar was going to card a couple of hot chicks.

We slowly sipped our drinks while surveying the area. A few guys were clearly drunk, while a couple others were out trolling for pussy. One of them seemed to get lucky, a broad grin on his face as he headed for the elevator with a gorgeous redhead. There were several other women as well, most of them scantily clad.

"You ready for the game tomorrow?" I asked, deciding to start with an easy topic.

"Yeah, we're playing University of Nevada," she responded. "We need to win this one since we lost two other games this season so far."

"I'm sure they'll win," I smiled as I remembered looking at colleges. "Aren't there multiple Universities of Nevada?"

"Reno's the one we're playing, I have no idea what the others are," Kendall shrugged. "Are you gonna come to the game?"

"Guys in tight pants, you in your sexy cheer outfit? Yeah, I'm in!" I smirked, noticing her blush. "You're shy, considering your line of work."

"We can still be shy, still be normal girls. Right?" Kendall wondered in a small voice.

"Is that what you're worried about?" I gave her a sympathetic look. "Of course we are still regular chicks. We can fall in love, we can get married, we can have careers and kids."

Kendall let out a long breath. "Okay. Thank you."

"How is your SeeMe doing?" I asked gently.

"Pretty well," Kendall nodded before taking a sip of her cosmo. "Some guys are creepy, but most are cool. A few asked me to rate their dicks."

"Oh, I get that request a lot," I nodded sagely.

"I wasn't sure how to handle it," Kendall admitted. "I figured if I just gave them a perfect rating they'd know I was just trying to please them."

"Try to avoid a number, or go with eight to nine out of ten," I suggested. "Then add in something unique to show them you really looked. Maybe it's curved or something. Tell them you liked that. It usually works."

"Thanks, Britt," Kendall smiled lightly.

I smiled back and resumed sipping my drink.

"So, that was only my second scene," she began a few minutes later. "The money did help, but I'm still way behind."

"You are?" I frowned, wondering just how much interest the bookie was charging on her debt.

"Yeah," Kendall sighed. "I'm nervous I'll end up doing this for years and years, but..."

"You want to do another scene," I smirked. "I'm impressed. Especially since I was expecting you to tell me you wanted out."

"No," she shook her head. "I'm still wrapping my head around all this, but the money is great. I just hope I will be able to get out when I'm ready to."

"Shouldn't be a problem," I told her. "And doing this will help you get out of debt with that gang."

"That's definitely a plus," Kendall let out a breath. "The Crocs is a horrible group. They're ruining the entire town. I'm one of the lucky ones able to keep ahead of my debt."

"A few of them are going on trial soon," I reminded her. "Hopefully they'll take the whole organization down soon."

"We'll see," she responded, sounding unconvinced. She took a long sip of her drink before looking at me nervously. "I'm not sure I'm ready to do a solo scene. Will you do it with me again?"

"I'll talk to Peter," I promised. "I could use the money, too. Rent cleaned me out, plus someone broke into my car last week."

"Really? What happened?" Kendall gasped.

"Just one broken window, but it wasn't cheap to fix," I grumbled. "There wasn't anything worth stealing."

Kendall opened her mouth to respond, pausing when she noticed me looking over her shoulder. I had a small frown on my face as I leaned forward slightly for a better view. My friend and co-star turned in her seat so she could see what, or rather who, had drawn my attention.

A stunning young woman with light brown hair and green eyes sauntered into the bar wearing a black cocktail dress. She was average height with a slim figure and cleavage that put mine to shame. While I briefly noticed her dress was slightly torn, there was another fact that I found much more shocking.

I knew her.

"Emily!" Kendall and I exclaimed at the same moment. Surprised, Kendall whipped her head to face me as we once again spoke in unison. "You know her?"

"We went to high school together," I answered as Emily made her way toward us. "I was cheer captain and she was part of the squad."

"That makes sense," Kendall nodded. "Emily is on the reserve squad at CSUA."

"Brittney? Kendall? This is a surprise" Emily asked, sitting on a bar stool beside us and gesturing to the bartender. "I'll have a margarita, please."

"Sure," the bartender replied to her cleavage.

Emily waited for the bartender to serve her drink and leave before speaking. "What are you two doing in a place like this?"

"We could ask you the same question," I replied with a smirk. "There must be nicer places a hot college girl can spend a Friday night?"

"Is this where we all agree on a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy?" Emily asked over the rim of her margarita glass.

"I have nothing to hide," I declared proudly.

"Well, I do," Kendall leaned in and hissed. She then smiled at Emily. "Don't ask, don't tell sounds good to me."

"You two are no fun," I sighed theatrically and shook my head.

"You were my cheer captain, you know how squads gossip!" Emily reasoned.

"Sure, but if you two learn each other's secrets, you'll have incentive to keep it to yourself," I pointed out. "It's called mutually assured destruction."

"It's college cheerleading, it's not war," Kendall scoffed.

"You're right," I nodded sagely. "War has rules."

The three of us broke into giggle fits for a couple minutes, stopping only to look at each other and resume laughing. After that, our conversation was much more relaxed. One glass became three as we told cheerleading stories and talked about hot football players. Emily was happy to find out I'd be attending the big game tomorrow.

Unfortunately, the big game is why Kendall and Emily had to head out early. We promised to meet up after the game and said our goodbyes. My roommate, Jasmine, was still at work; Friday nights were big for strippers! So, I just got ready for bed and quickly fell asleep.

~Saturday October 04, 2025~

"That was such a good game!" I exclaimed while sipping my wine.

It was Saturday evening and I was curled up in the armchair in my living room wearing comfortable clothes. Jasmine was working again, but Kendall and Emily were sitting on the couch drinking and talking with me. Emily was on the reserve squad so she was alright, but Kendall looked exhausted.

"I know!" Emily nodded immediately. "Tied twenty-four to twenty-four going into the fourth. One touchdown in the first two minutes, then we stopped them until time ran out."

"I was worried we'd end up in overtime," I said, glancing over at Kendall. "You with us over there?"

"Huh?" Kendall asked sleepily. "Yeah, I'm good."

"I'm almost glad to be on the reserve squad," Emily snorted, reaching for another bottle to refill her wineglass. "Kayla Thomson must be completely wiped."

"She was amazing out there," I replied. "I knew she was good, but we weren't good enough in high school to keep up with her. They tossed her, she did that weird split in the air. Then when they held her up? Wow!"

"Ugh, can we talk about anyone else besides little miss perfect?" Kendall grumbled.

"What's wrong with Kayla?" I asked. "She's really nice."

"She's always showing off. Everyone thinks she's so great, but with that rich Daddy of hers she's never had any real problems," Kendall crossed her arms in annoyance.

"I used to think like that," Emily said quietly.

"What changed?" I asked, sensing Emily had something she wanted to get off her chest.

"I was such a bitch in high school," Emily sighed. "I put down other girls, I did a lot of stupid things."

"I was like that, too," Kendall agreed.

"Yeah? Did you... you know what? Forget it," Emily shook her head. "I went to Kayla's graduation party even though I thought she was a bitch."

"That was a great party," I spoke up. "I remember being topless with you and Jennifer in the pool. Then we got Shannon to join in."

"Her dad didn't care?" Kendall asked.

"That four eighteen-year-old chicks had their tops off? No, he didn't," I laughed. "Did you know I slept with her father at that party?"

"I didn't!" Emily gasped.

"How was he?" Kendall wondered.

"That guy knows how to fuck," I declared. "I guess I'm into older guys. I'm having dinner with Marcos tomorrow."

"Oh yeah? How old is he?" Emily wondered. "I'm surprised you're seeing someone."

"Why? Because I'm in porn?" I arched an eyebrow. "I have a normal life outside of my job, thank you. And to answer your question; early forties."

"There's only one reason a guy that age wants a younger woman," Emily replied carefully. "Tits that don't sag and a tight, wet hole."

"I am worried about that," I bit my lower lip nervously. "He's just so handsome and so, so... dangerous! I'm getting wet just thinking about him."

"You're in trouble," Kendall observed before downing the last of her wine.

"Ugh, I know!" I groaned. "But we were talking about Emily."

"Right!" Emily giggled. "Anyway, I learned more about what Kayla went through. She's had it rough. I realized she's not the enemy just because she comes from money and she's talented. Kayla works hard, she's dedicated. She's nice. I was the bitch."

"You're talking about the rape trial that's starting?" Kendall winced. "Okay, I get it. She went through what no woman should have to. Still though, she's got her rich father."

"So?" Emily frowned. "She doesn't have to worry about bills, whatever. Doesn't mean she doesn't have other problems. Like getting assaulted."

"It's even worse for a lot of us," Kendall reasoned. "Half the school is in debt to The Crocs, including me!"

"You owe them money?" Emily gasped.

"A lot," Kendall nodded. "Look, you're probably right. Kayla probably isn't that bad. She does seem nice enough. I just... I just hate how bad things have gotten and it fucking sucks how easy some people have it."

"I think everyone struggles in their own way," Emily shrugged.

"I guess you don't know how bad it is on campus," Kendall made a face. "You know about Scarlett, right?"

"Jordan Reece got arrested for attacking her," I said suddenly. "I remember hearing about that. He's in The Crocs?"

"He is," Kendall confirmed. "It's worse than that. Scarlett works at Velour Room, that fancy nightclub."

"So?" I frowned.

"Yeah, she's a hostess," Emily added.

"She's an escort," Kendall corrected, making Emily and me gasp. "She's paying off her debt on her back."

"That's why she was attacked? So she wouldn't talk," I realized.

"Yup," Kendall nodded. "That's how they work. Get you addicted to gambling or party drugs, then own you."

"This conversation got heavy," Emily observed with a sigh.

"It did," I agreed. "I see why you two want to keep your secrets. Looks like everyone knows Scarlett's."

"Only a few people know, but yeah," Kendall winced. "I'm just glad the gang doesn't own me. I can keep up with payments."

"How are you managing that while juggling classwork and cheerleading?" Emily wondered.

"Don't ask, don't tell," Kendall smirked.

"Or you could both just tell," I suggested. "I mean, I'm making porn and I'm doing just fine."

"Then everyone would know," Emily mumbled under her breath.

"Mutually assured destruction," I said, echoing my words from yesterday.

"I don't know..." Kendall trailed off.

I took a sip of my wine. "Look, I don't have a lot of close friends. I'd like to change that. Maybe we stop being bitchy cheerleaders and act like adults? I can keep a secret."

"It's not like there aren't a lot of rumors from high school still going around about me," Emily reasoned. "I'm in. Kendall?"

"I don't wanna go first," Kendall smiled in spite of herself.

"It's fine, I'm not actually a complete idiot," Emily looked at her fellow cheerleader across the couch. "Brittney does porn, you were nervous about getting caught with her at that cheap place. Then you confirmed you're somehow paying off debt to a gang. It's obvious."

"When did you figure it out?" Kendall blushed slightly, unable to hold Emily's gaze.

"I knew for sure when you mentioned paying off your debt somehow," Emily answered smugly. "I'm in college; I can think!"

"Yes, we were shooting a scene," Kendall buried her face in her hands, her cheeks bright red.

"They have a studio, but they like to do a lot of shoots at Noble Star," I explained with a shrug. "It's cheap."

"Please tell me you have a better porn name than Cherry Angel," Emily giggled as I showed her my middle finger.

"Cindy Phoenix," Kendall said into her hands.

"Love the reference to the school," Emily laughed. "Although, seems like a name for a redhead. Or a strawberry-blonde, not a dirty-blonde."

"Well, it's mine now," Kendall lifted her head and looked at Emily. "Please. Between us, okay?"

"I'm not the bitch I was a few months ago," Emily smiled. "Just do me a favor? Don't judge someone so quickly. Kayla has it tough and she's a lot nicer than anyone in this room."

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

"It's true, Britt," Kendall grinned. "And sure, I'll try playing nice. I guess I really shouldn't blame her just for being talented."