In Britney: Part One, I met a girl named Britney at the zoo, and we ended up having sex after five minutes. In this part, I learn more about why she has sex with men she meets at the zoo. Because this story has to deal with sex, which is very naughty, you have to be over 18 in order to read it, because you can't be naughty unless you're over 18 or something like that.
"Hold it," I said to Britney. "What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean by what," Britney asked, bending down to pick up her panties.
"What do you mean by 'You've definitely been the best one this week'?" I asked.
"Of all the guys I've had sex with this week, you definitely were the best," she said. "Duh. Where's my bra?"
"You threw it in the corner," I pointed out to her.
"Thanks," she said, picking up her bra and putting it on.
"How many guys have you had sex with this week?!" I cried.
"Hmmm...it's Thursday, so four. Or five, if you count Sunday," she said, putting her jeans back on. "You should probably get dressed."
"I don't want to get dressed!" I said loudly.
"We're not going to have sex again," Britney said frankly. "If you want another turn with me, come back tomorrow."
I couldn't believe it. "Do you have sex with someone EVERY day?" I asked.
"Of course," she said. She gave me a big smile and said, "I'm a good little slut."
"How could you DO that?" I asked.
"You had sex with me," Britney pointed out. "Did you like it?"
"Yes," I had to admit.
"I did too," she said, smiling at me. "Come back to the zoo and we can do it again sometime. Now get dressed."
I put on my clothes and followed Britney outside the room. She tried to walk off, but I grabbed her. "Britney," I said. "Why do you have sex with guys every day?"
Britney gave me a cold look that frightened me a little. It was as if she was wearing a mask the whole time I knew her, and she just took it off.
"What do you care?" she snapped at me. "You don't. It doesn't matter why I have sex, all that matters is that I have sex with you."
I didn't know what to say, which seemed to make her angrier.
"I called myself a slut back there," she said, "but men like you, you're the real sluts. Every single one of them was like you. No one ever turns me down when I offer to have sex with them. No one worries about STDs or pregnancy or even the fact that they haven't known me for longer than five minutes. All you care about is fucking me."
"Britney," I started.
"No," she said, bursting into tears. "No. All you care about is sex. Go home and tell all your friends about how you nailed the redhead at the zoo, you fucking sex fiend."
"I'm not a sex fiend!" I said.
"Of COURSE you are!" she said. "You had sex with a girl without knowing anything about her! You're a GUY! You're a sex fiend! They all are!"
"Britney," I asked, "If you hate sex, why do you have sex with guys every day?"
"I don't have a choice," she sobbed. "He makes me do it!"
"Who?" I asked.
"My uncle!" she cried. "He makes me have sex with guys in the video control room where he films everything!"
"Start at the beginning," I said. "If you tell me what your problem is, I can help you solve it."
"You'd do that?" she asked.
"Why not?" I asked back.
"None of the other guys cared about me when the sex was done," she sniffled. "All of them left as soon as it was over."
"It doesn't matter what the other guys did," I said. "What matters is what we're going to do. Now tell me what's wrong."
Britney started her story.
"My parents sent me to live with my uncle for the summer," she said. "They didn't want me to stay at home because they don't like my boyfriend. They think he's too horny."
"Is he?" I asked.
"Sometimes," she admitted. "But he can always masturbate when he's horny, right? No need for him to have sex with me all the time."
"But you said that you have sex with a different person every day," I pointed out.
"I'm getting to that," she said. "My boyfriend and I missed each other a lot, so one day he snuck into my uncle's house to see me. It was a long journey, and we really missed each other, so we decided to have sex."
"It was wonderful. I missed him so much, and I had forgotten how good he is at eating me out...None of the guys I've had sex with since then have even thought about giving me some oral pleasure."
"I'll do it next time," I promised.
"We were having some good sex," she said. "He's not as good as you are, though. He's too rough."
"I'm experienced," I kind-of lied. "I write erotic stories."
"That explains it," she said. "Anyway, we were having sex when my uncle came in the room. I was more embarrassed then than I had ever been before. My uncle came in and saw me naked!"
"What did he do?" I asked.
She snorted. "What do you think? He said he wouldn't tell my parents about my boyfriend being there if he could join in on the sex."
"Your uncle had sex with you?" I gasped.
"My uncle and my boyfriend," she said. "He took me from behind while I blew my boyfriend. I was so ashamed that I didn't enjoy the sex."
"What happened next?"
"After my boyfriend left, he laughed and said that I was a good lay, but I needed more experience, so he was going to give it to me. I didn't know what that meant, and he laughed again and told me that he had the whole thing on videotape. There was a video camera hidden in my room, which was how he knew my boyfriend came in. And now he had a video of me having sex with my boyfriend and him."
"So he blackmailed you with it."
"He did," she said. "He's been forcing me to have sex with complete strangers here at the zoo, a new one every day. He says it'll help me get more experience as a slut, but I feel so horrible about the whole thing that I don't enjoy it at all."
"I wouldn't either," I said. "But you seemed to enjoy it. You said it was great."
"I lied," she said. "My uncle set up the video control room to record everything that goes on in there. I knew he'd be watching the videos, so I had to act like a slut who loves sex so he doesn't get mad."
"Why does he force you to have sex every day?" I asked.
"I think he's selling the videos to porn stores," she said. "And he has sex with me himself, every night when I come home. He says I've gotten better with all the experience I've gotten from having sex all the time."
"How long has this been going on?" I asked.
"Over a month," she said. "I've had sex every day with over thirty different guys, not to mention nightly sex with him! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!"
"I understand how you feel," I said. "Now how do we stop him?"
"You'd help me?" Britney asked.
"Of course," I said. "This uncle of yours sounds like a horrible person, to blackmail you into have sex with complete strangers."
"He is!" she cried. Then she gave me a big hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"No problem," I said. "Let's think of a plan..."
End, Part Two