fic: Money, Sex and Power 12/12
Title: Money, Sex and Power 12/12
Author: flipflop555
Rating: R
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: AU: Quinn is a wealthy lawyer in her mid 20’s, and is a regular at a brothel, where she spends thousands a night to sleep with beautiful women because she loves the power. She’s looking for something new this time but can’t put her finger on it until she sees the newest girl. Takes place in present day.
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 3,042
A/N: double header! Posting this anddddd my smut ch for “Two Lives, One Story”. Enjoy, and let me knowwwww what u think in the comments =D (not subtle hint: please comment lol!)
A/N2: THANK U to everyone who stuck w this till the endddd. im superrrrr proud of myself for being able to write a full-on story, not just one-shots =)
and dont worry, im working hard at smut and fluff one-shots toooooooo =D!!
Quinn stood up promptly after kissing Rachel and started wiping her eyes and cheeks thoroughly. Rachel eyed her curiously as the blonde reached into her purse and pulled out a compact, fixing her makeup as best she could. “Quinn, what are you doing?”
Quinn glanced back down at Rachel, confused at why she was even asking. “What do you think I’m doing, running a marathon? I’m going to go talk to Sue.”
Rachel’s eyes widened. “Quinn, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Quinn shifted her gaze back to Rachel from the compact. The tiny brunette just shook her head. “S-She’s really mad right now. You said it first, what you did fucked with her business, I think you’re probably the last person she wants to see right now. I wouldn’t do this now, you should come back later, wait a bit.”
Quinn sighed. Rachel was probably right. “But…”
“But?”
Quinn winced. “I can’t wait. I can’t just leave and come back in a few days, or a week and hear you’re with another client while I go negotiate with her. I can’t do that.” Rachel nodded with understanding. She bit her lip nervously. “Look, I know this scares you and you’re worried what’s going to happen. But you need to understand something.” Quinn kneeled down to be eye level with the still sitting Rachel, and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. “I love you, and I’m not exactly going to take no for an answer.” Quinn grinned and winked, before standing up, sliding the compact back in her purse and turning to face the door. “You should come inside, you’ll catch a cold wearing that ridiculous outfit,” Quinn called over her shoulder, ringing the doorbell twice as she did so.
Santana opened the door and the shock was instantly evident on her face. “Q-Qu-“
“I need to speak with Sue, please.”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that ma’am,” Santana said softly, looking at Quinn pleadingly. She didn’t want to be put in this position, knowing she would crumble for Quinn but also knowing Sue would verbally kill her for letting Quinn back in the house so soon. The blonde glanced over her shoulder, watching Rachel quietly shut the door behind her. Quinn sighed and got close to Santana, and leaned in to her ear.
“Listen sexy, I need you to be a good little girl and get Mistress Sylvester for me.” Quinn gently pressed her body into Santana’s. “I need you to run this tight little ass into her office and tell her she has a new client who would like to speak to her in her office. Can you be my sexy little bitch and do that for me?” Quinn growled. Santana shuddered and nodded weakly. The Latina hadn’t heard any of what was said outside; she had no idea Quinn was blatantly using her to get to Sue. “You’re such a good girl, if I had time, I’d reward you, over and over again, all night,” Santana smiled like a giddy schoolgirl.
“Just one moment, please,” she sighed, and with that, the Latina walked quickly off to Sue’s office.
Quinn turned back to Rachel. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she said, her voice full of remorse. Rachel nodded slowly.
“You’re doing what you have to do,” she replied weakly, repeating what Quinn had said outside.
Quinn sighed and captured Rachel in her arms, hugging her tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “When we’re done here, I want to take you home and I want to hold your naked body in my arms while I read you love poems. Can we do that tonight?” she asked warmly. Rachel shuddered and nodded, but kept her head under Quinn’s chin. “Hey,” she whispered and gently put her finger under Rachel’s chin, directing her gaze into Quinn’s hazel eyes. “Just remember that I love you with all of my heart, and I’m not leaving here until I get to show you that, ok?” Rachel beamed and nodded.
At the sound of Santana’s footsteps, the two women pulled themselves apart. “Mistress Sylvester will see you now, ma’am,” Santana said with a grin. She knew Sue would almost definitely chastise her for letting Quinn in to see her just a few minutes after her mental breakdown. But, as all the girls in the house had said at one point or another, anything for Quinn. Quinn nodded and went to follow Santana in the direction of the office, casting one last glance back at Rachel before getting ready to face Sue. Just as Quinn started to leave, she felt a tug at her arm. Rachel was holding Quinn’s arm, looking up at the blonde with a smile.
“I love you too, Quinn. I love you so much, and I can’t…thank you enough for this,” she whispered, smiling bashfully that she hadn’t said any of it yet. Quinn beamed.
“You don’t have to thank me. I love you, you love me. Now let me deal with this and we can get out of here.” Quinn winked and Rachel giggled. Finally Quinn placed a quick kiss on Rachel’s forehead and jogged off in Santana’s direction.
The Latina had been waiting for her. She held her arm up, pointing to the slightly open door. “You can go in now,” she said softly, clearly not wanting to be the one to walk Quinn in. Quinn understood and nodded with a smile.
“Really, thank you Santana,” Quinn said softly. Santana nodded.
“You’re in love with her, I’d do the same thing.” Quinn was shocked, she hadn’t needed to flirt with Santana, the Latina understood what was happening here and did it out of the goodness of her heart. Quinn beamed and hugged Santana tightly. Santana smiled when they pulled apart and again pointed her arm towards Sue. “Good luck.” With that, Santana left to go man the door.
Quinn looked at the door of the office, a room she had only been in a handful of times, before taking three deep breaths and knocking on the door. “Please come in,” she heard Sue call. Quinn gulped, guilt suddenly hitting her that she had set up one of her oldest friends. But reminding herself of Rachel, she pushed the door in gently. Sue’s head was hanging over a series of paper, crunching numbers, and wearing her reading glasses. The older woman put up one finger, signaling that she needed just a second.
“Aaaand, done!” Sue said with a grin and started to shuffle her papers into order. “So how may I help you?” she said brightly, putting the stack of papers to the side and pulling her glasses off. Her wide smile dropped instantly at the sight of Quinn, and was replaced with a look of somewhere between fury and disgust. “Quinn, half an hour isn’t a long time, in case you weren’t aware,” she snapped. Quinn winced at the tone but nodded and stepped in to the office. “We have nothing to discuss, you should leave.”
“Please, Sue, I’m here to discuss business, nothing more.” Sue’s frustrated face gave way, an intrigued eyebrow rising.
“You have ten minutes. Wow me.” Quinn nodded with relief and closed the door then stepped over to the pair of chairs in front of Sue’s desk. She sat in one and tossed her purse and jacket on the other.
“First, I want to apologize, truly and deeply, from the bottom of my heart for my actions. They were grossly inappropriate, I was caught in a frenzy and I feel you should know that I never intend to let that happen again.” Sue nodded slowly, mildly satisfied with the apology. “But…” Sue tensed, “on that note, we have business to take care of. And I don’t know how sure I am that I’ll be coming back again at all.” Sue looked confused, but her anger seemed to negate, being replaced with confusion over whether or not she even cared if she saw the young blonde again.
“And what does that mean? Are you moving or something? Your five story townhouse on Park Avenue not expensive enough for you?”
“No,” Quinn sighed. “Though I do come to you with money to spend…”
“Yes, let’s get down to this. You tried to fuck with my business once today, I’d just love to see you try to redeem yourself,” Sue hissed. Quinn could only feel bad for so long. She just sighed and reached into her purse. “What’s that for?” Sue asked, watching as Quinn pulled out her checkbook, a scrap of a post-it, a pen, then proceeded to rip out a blank check and sign her name on it.
“I want to buy Rachel from you. Permanently.” Sue instantly sat straight up in her chair.
“Excuse me, Quinn?”
“You heard me Sue. I want to buy Rachel. For keeps.”
Sue cocked her head. “Quinn, you realize when you’re buying the girls here, you’re buying a service, you’re not actually buying the girl. She’s not a piece of meat, you can’t just buy her and her human rights.”
Quinn nodded. “Then let me rephrase. I want to buy your share of stock in her.” Sue looked utterly confused. Quinn just smiled to herself. “How much will it take you to let Rachel go, let her live her own life away from here, and whatever she chooses to do at that point, including coming to live with me, will be none of your business?”
Sue just kept looking confused. “Quinn, I won’t lie to you, no one has ever asked me for anything like this before.”
“One small step for man and all that jazz,” the blonde said with a sigh. “How much?”
“Well first, one small question. Sure you could pay me off and I’ll let her go, void her contract and anything else I would need to do so I’d be off her case. But then what happens if and when you two break up? The girl’s got no money, and she can’t be 100% dependent on you, Q. That isn’t fair to her.”
Shit. Quinn hadn’t even thought about that. She wasn’t mad that Sue was saying she just knew the two would break up. She knew Rachel and her were stronger than that. But Sue had a point: dependence was never a good thing. An idea popped into Quinn’s head. “Severance pay?”
Sue smirked. “You’re just upping the price on yourself. You really have that much money just lying around?” Quinn’s nostrils flared with frustration. She thought about Rachel, waiting for her in that stupid outfit, and she decided that talk was cheap and it was getting her nowhere. She scrawled out a number on the post-it and pushed it to Sue. “$100,000?” Quinn nodded with a triumphant smile.
“That’s more than I would pay for a year of buying her weekly, I think that’s fair.”
“Well you, my friend, think very wrong. This business is all about money, Q, and right now, you have no leverage. You’re asking me to release an employee, give her severance pay and not be upset about it. That girl’s a sexy little piece of ass, she gets a lot more clients than you would care to find out, I’m sure. I was going to up her price to a flat 2 grand, and people would fall all over themselves to fuck her.” Quinn’s face tensed, her blood boiled. “Not all of them men, I might add-“
“Fine! Double it then!”
“Ooooh, we’re getting warmer Quinn,” Sue said with a smirk. Quinn was getting infuriated fast. “Oh, come now, Q, this is for love is it not?” the older woman goaded condescendingly. “You love this girl, you don’t want to think about who knows how many cocks fucking her all night, cumming on her sweet face, pissing on her like the bitch she-“
“Four. Hundred. Thousand.” The room went silent. Sue’s arrogant smirk dropped. Quinn was positively fuming.
“Y-You just…you have $400,000 you can just spend in the blink of an eye?”
“For her, yes.” Quinn was deadly serious and Sue saw that. The older woman thought for a second.
“How much severance pay?”
“25%.” Sue thought for a few seconds, nodding her head as she mulled her options. “Sue,” Quinn pleaded, looking the older woman in the eyes pleadingly. “Sue, I’m in love with her. Please. Be my friend again. Look into your heart… Please.”
The older woman cracked a smile. “Deal, Q.” Quinn beamed and wrote out a check for $400,000, and handed it to Sue. The older woman reached into her desk and pulled out her own checkbook, then wrote out Rachel’s severance check and handed it to Quinn. “Give this to her for me, please.” Quinn nodded gratefully. “Now go help her pack her things, I expect you two to be gone within the hour.” Quinn nodded again and stood up, reaching her hand out for a handshake. Sue smirked and got up, walked around the desk and embraced Quinn. “Drop by sometime to say hi, ok?” the older woman said softly. Quinn nodded and after a few seconds, pulled back from the hug. She collected her belongings and smiled one more time at Sue.
“Thank you.”
**
“Wooooah,” Rachel sighed, staring in amazement at her new home. The tiny brunette dropped her duffle bag in the front hall, shocked by what she saw. Quinn’s townhouse was wildly impressive, decorated to look very modern and sheik. She had a private elevator, a porch on three of the floors, a fireplace, hardwood floors and a roof with a barbeque and lounge chairs. Rachel had never seen anything like it. “I-I…I don’t know what to say!” She turned to Quinn and hugged her tightly, the blonde welcoming the smaller girl in her arms.
“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just glad you’re here,” Quinn whispered into the brunette’s ear. They stayed that way, hugging tightly for what felt like hours, memorizing how the other felt and smelled. Finally Quinn pulled back a bit. “So do you want your own room or do you want to share mine?” Quinn asked softly. Rachel smiled.
“If it’s ok, I want to sleep in your bed and fall asleep with you every night and I want to wake up next to you every morning,” Rachel replied. Quinn grinned back and kissed Rachel, so happy that she no longer needed to hide her affection for the smaller girl. Quinn held Rachel’s hand as she showed her around the house, giving her the full tour and giggling every time the brunette “oooo’d“ and “ahhh’d” before they finally got to the master bedroom.
Located on the fourth floor, with a pretty view of the city and small courtyard that served as Quinn’s backyard, the master bedroom was a large open room with a patio, like Quinn had mentioned, and a private bathroom, spacious as the bedroom itself. Rachel was blown away. “I wish there was some way to thank you,” Rachel said softly, walking over to the patio to admire the view.
“You don’t have to, I just want to be with you and get to know you,” Quinn said warmly, joining the brunette. “And I think you should try out again for Broadway.” Rachel spun around, fear in her eyes. Quinn smiled and wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulder. “I did the divorce settlement for a Broadway producer, he owes me big time and I want to get you an audition. You’re too beautiful and too talented to waste it here with me.” Rachel cracked a small smile but she was still evidently nervous. Quinn pulled Rachel to the bed and sighed.
“Rachel, you’re the most beautiful, sexy, kind, and above all, special person I think I’ve ever met. I want you to so something you’ll be proud of. I want you to star in a show like you always dreamed, and I want to sit front and center while you do it all. And then I want you to come home every night and have me waiting for you with a hot dinner, followed by hot sex.” Quinn giggled the last part and kissed Rachel passionately.
“You can cook?” Rachel said as they kissed. Quinn smiled and rested her forehead on Rachel’s.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Rach. Just like I’m sure there’s a lot about you that I don’t know but am just dying to find out.” Rachel smiled gently and nodded. “Will you let me call this guy? I think it would be best for you, if for nothing else, so you won’t be dependent on me financially, ok?” Rachel finally sighed and agreed.
“Thank you,” Quinn said lovingly, and sealed it with a kiss. “Now let me cook for you, I make a mean smoked salmon!” Rachel was all smiles for the rest of the night.
**
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Quinn and Rachel stayed together for three years before Quinn popped the question. She did it late one Tuesday, after Rachel had come back from her show. Quinn had prepared a simple dinner in front of their fireplace and acted as casually as she could. When she went to get a slice of homemade chocolate cake for the pair to split, Quinn returned with a small plate, the slice of cake and the ring placed gently on top, so as not to mess up the nearly profession icing job.
Rachel had sputtered and gasped, trying to formulate a word, nevertheless a sentence, as Quinn just smiled, plucked the ring from the cake and got down on one knee. Rachel cried as Quinn declared her love and asked for the brunette’s hand in marriage. Rachel just beamed and nodded before she dove into Quinn’s arm, sobbing with joy.
That night, as the two women lay curled in bed, Rachel stared at the ring on her finger through the moonlight coming in from the patio. She started to giggle softly to herself. Until it wasn’t so soft. Suddenly she was just cracking up. “What’s up, baby?” Quinn asked softly.
“Should we want them, what do we tell the kids when they ask us how we met?!”
“….Shit.”