Brittney Chronicles: Rich Chicks

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.

I thanked the driver as Jasmine ran into the building with her new friend. Pecking his cheek, I laughed as I followed them up to our apartment. Jasmine’s dress was around her waist as they tore at each other’s clothes and slipped into her bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

That night I fell asleep to the rhythmic banging of Jasmine’s headboard hitting the wall as she screamed to get fucked harder.

~Sunday August 24, 2025~

I slept later than I intended Sunday morning, almost forgetting about my brunch with Kendall. Wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of panties, I made my way to the bathroom. Jasmine’s door was ajar and she was enjoying some morning sex, riding her guy in reverse cowgirl. She’d make a great porn star; perfect undulations, sexy moans, huge bouncing breasts. Damn, they were even bigger than mine.

Rushing through my morning routine, I dressed in casual clothes and downed a cup of coffee at the table. Jasmine led her new friend to the table, both of them laughing and flirting as they touched and kissed. I made small talk with her conquest while Jasmine made them something to eat. Then I was out the door.

Kendall wanted to meet at a popular restaurant chain that served comfort food. I sized her up as soon as we met, curious how she’d look on screen. Dressed in jean shorts and a spaghetti-strap top, she was taller than I was and had an athletic frame. Wavy dirty-blonde hair, green eyes, a perfect body; yeah, she’d be just fine.

We exchanged a quick hug and took a walk around the on-site general store while waiting for a table. I could tell Kendall had a lot on her mind, but I was able to make her smile as we talked about cheerleading. She had a great smile, and the kind of innocent, yet pretty face that guys loved. Kendall didn’t look like a girl who would do porn, which made her all the more desirable.

A table was ready for us a few minutes later and I sat across from the nervous girl, trying to make her comfortable. The best way to do that was to have a normal conversation, like normal teenage girls. We both had experience as popular cheerleaders, so there had to be things we could talk about.

Porn didn’t end up being mentioned at all; neither did any of Kendall’s problems. It was great. She was a lot like me; confident, outgoing, loved partying and being the center of attention. At nineteen, Kendall was a sophomore majoring in nutrition. I was envious of her being a cheerleader for the CSUA Phoenixes. Being cheer captain in high school didn’t seem too impressive next to being part of a genuine Division One squad.

I told Kendall about growing up in Ashwood, about always being the popular girl; the sexy cheerleader everyone either wanted to be or bed. Kendall grew up in a small town in Mississippi called Natchez. Guys often took her for romantic walks along the bluff with amazing views of the Mississippi River. It was apparently a common tactic the local guys used to get girls to give it up.

My finances weren’t in the best shape, but I still paid when the bill arrived. Kendall had been in Ashwood for over a year, but she still happily accepted my offer to show her around. We had a lot to talk about, and I was grateful that it was a nice day. The sun was out and a soft breeze kept the temperature bearable.

Strawberry Park was named after the patches of wild strawberries grown throughout the entire park and hiking trail. Like most Ashwood natives, I had memories of walking the trail to the lake with the small waterfall. I remembered picking strawberries, swimming, and walking through the park.

“Oh, I love Strawberry Park,” Kendall smiled when we approached one of the parking areas.

“Damn, you’ve been here before?” I sighed.

“It’s just like back home,” Kendall giggled. “I’ve been on a few dates here. Guys know nice scenery can put a chick in the mood.”

“I guess I didn’t realize it happened in college since you have dorm rooms to use,” I replied, parking the car. “Pretty much everyone in my senior class has been here for some after-date privacy.”

“Dorms aren’t perfect,” she told me. “Yeah, no angry parents with guns, but you usually have a roommate. Sock on the door doesn’t always work, so yeah, a few girls on the squad have gotten some action here.”

“That include you?” I waggled my eyebrows.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kendall teased before opening her door and getting out of the car.

I ran around the back of my car to catch up to her. “Hey, I’ll share my secrets!” I pointed toward another side of the dirt lot. “A football player did me in his back seat over there. To the left, I fucked in the back of a van. I gave my first blowjob in this lot. I’ve also been skinny dipping in the lake a few times.”

Kendall crossed her arms and smirked as we walked along the path. “I prefer someplace classier, but I might have hooked up here a time or two.”

“Ha! I knew it!” I declared, practically skipping.

“Not my fondest memories,” Kendall sighed, jogging to keep up with me. “One guy brought me straight here because he wanted sex in his backseat. No date, just asked me out and assumed I’d fuck.”

“I hope you slapped him,” I winced, slowing down as we turned down the trail.

“Close,” she winced. “I sucked him off. He took me for cheap food and dropped me off. And I’m a nutrition major.”

“I’ve definitely dated a few losers,” I said in sympathy.

“I think every girl’s regretted a few of the dicks she’s pleased,” Kendall reasoned.

“Every cheerleader I’ve ever known, at least,” I added.

It was getting late in the season for strawberries, but we found a few ripe ones to snack on while walking. Cheerleading came up again, with Kendall telling me she was a base on the squad. I could tell she had some jealousy issues with how naturally gifted freshman Kayla Thomson was. Too gorgeous for words, rich, cheer prodigy; I understood the jealousy.

“So,” I began while we sat on a rock and watched the waterfall. “Peter tells me you have some questions for me.”

Kendall turned to me immediately. “If I do this, will I never be able to fall in love and get married?”

“Okay, we’re diving right in,” I laughed lightly. “Some guys would definitely judge you for it, but why would you wanna settle down with them anyway? I actually met someone recently who knows. We have a date Wednesday.”

“That’s good,” she swallowed weakly. “I’m happy for you.”

“You don’t want to do this, do you?” I probed gently. “It’s not a bad thing if you don’t. Most women wouldn’t even consider porn.”

“It isn’t doing the scene itself,” Kendall explained as she absentmindedly played with some dirt and leaves on the rock. “It’s what happens if everyone finds out.”

“A few people might figure it out, but it’s less common than you’d think,” I answered slowly. “There’s a lot of porn out there, a lot of porn stars. Before I did this, I looked. I checked out the most popular porn stars and tried to see if I could find their real name online. Other than the most famous names in the business, there were no leaked names.”

“Really?” she looked hopeful.

“Plenty of women sell nudes on SeeMe, others make amateur adult content,” I continued confidently. “I’ve been recognized a couple of times, but that’s rare. Most people just don’t make the connection, even if they’ve seen you performing.”

“‘Performing,’” Kendall giggled, smiling at me shyly. “That’s a nice way of putting it.”

“The business takes this stuff very seriously,” I told her gently. “This is a big deal, Kendall. You have the rest of your life ahead of you. They will own the videos they make of you, and you will never be able to get them off the internet. Don’t do this if it’s just because you need some money right now.”

“I understand,” she watched the other people in the area, looking deep in thought. “Thank you for being straight with me.”

“Is this only about money?” I asked delicately.

“Not exactly,” Kendall let out a breath. “I do love to party, but it isn’t that either. I want control. I want to be able to control my life, not have it controlled.”

I nodded seriously, knowing the value of not having to rely on parents. “Okay.”

“I do have some debts I need to pay off,” she admitted. “I, ah, bet kind of heavily on the games last year. The people I owe...”

“You are only doing this for money,” I accused, frowning at her. “Were you threatened? I don’t know anyone, but I’m sort-of close with someone who has a detective friend. Maybe they can help.”

“No, no! That’s not it,” Kendall insisted. “Peter making the offer just made me realize I could be independent and deal with my other problems. I got a job over the summer break to try and save, but, well, they had some great sales on shoes back home.”

“I understand completely,” I smirked. “You want some advice about monetizing this?”

“Yes, please,” she nodded eagerly.

“Start a SeeMe,” I advised. “They will own whatever content they film, but you will always own you. Come up with your stage name early, and start a SeeMe for when the films come out. There are a ton of hot chicks in porn, but there will be some who think you are the hottest one. They’ll subscribe. Give them content and they’ll stay subscribed. Control. That’s control.”

“I-I could do that,” Kendall looked quite happy with the idea. “Then it’s like X-Star Entertainment is paying me for advertising.”

“Exactly!” I grinned, happy she understood. “So, are you sure? Are you going to do this?”

“You’ve convinced me I can keep it private and still live a normal life,” Kendall smiled softly. “It’ll change me, but everything does. I’m in. We just need to come up with my porn star name.”

“Do you want something that sounds like a real name, or something ridiculous like, I don’t know, ‘Miss Juggs?’” I questioned.

“Oh, because ‘Cherry Angel’ is so realistic,” Kendall teased. “I got mostly dessert recipes when searching for your videos.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” I conceded while watching a flock of birds fly overhead.

“I think I want a name that sounds like it could be a real person’s name,” she mused. “I did see a porno once that was really hot. Dad did the babysitter scene. Her name was Cindy. I liked it.”

“It’s perfect,” I smiled. “Last name?”

“I’m a CSUA Phoenix, how about ‘Phoenix?’” Kendall blushed slightly. “Cindy Phoenix.”

“I love it,” I told her honestly. “Does this mean we’re on for Friday?”

“It does,” she confirmed. “What else do I need to know?”

“Uh, you’re on the pill, right?” I suddenly asked.