fic: Money, Sex and Power 1/?
Title: Money, Sex and Power 1/?
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: 3,139
A/N: Yeahhhhhh, takin a break from one-shots!! =D yay challenging myselfff, hope u guys all like it!
Quinn hopped out of her cab and slammed the door quickly, gripping her coat as the rain came down in sheets. Keeping her head down while wearing a smirk of excitement at knowing what was soon to come, she jogged up the steps of the stoop to the large, elegant looking townhouse off a side-street in uptown Manhattan. She had made this trip many, many times before, and repeated the ritual of pressing the doorbell twice and waiting patiently.
After a few seconds, the usual girl greeted her at the door; early 20’s, beautiful caramel skin, black hair, gorgeous all around. She smiled at Quinn and nodded her head in a bow of sorts. “Welcome back, Ms. Fabray, a pleasure as always,” she said softly, like a memorized speech. Quinn stepped inside, leaving droplets of rain water on the marble floor.
“Thank you, Santana. Please take my coat,” she instructed. The young Latina did as she was told, and dutifully placed the coat on a rack, then turned back to Quinn, who was looking around the room she had been to so many times.
“Shall I fetch Mistress Sylvester for you? Or do you know what you want, ma’am?”
Quinn paused for a second, glancing at the intricate designs on the ceiling. “I’d like to see her please. I’ll show myself to the foyer, thank you.” Santana nodded again and turned to the long staircase on her right. Quinn held her hands behind her back as she strolled across the white marble to the sitting room. One of the other girls was there, organizing the books on the antique coffee table. She snapped to attention at the sound of high heels on the floor.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Fabray, lovely to see you again,” the blonde said softly, averting her eyes to the floor. Quinn smirked; having the power over these girls was nothing but a turn-on.
“Good afternoon, Brittany, I hope all is well,” Quinn said lightly, dropping herself onto one of the puffy red sofas.
“Yes, ma’am, thank you for asking.” After a few seconds of silence with Quinn looking towards Brittany expectantly, she realized what she was supposed to do. “My sincerest apologies, ma’am, would you care for a book?” She offered quickly, holding up one of the albums. Quinn nodded and reached for the leather-bound book, then returned to reclining and began browsing through the selection of women available.
“Anyone new perhaps?” Quinn asked lazily, flicking through pictures she had already seen, of girls she had already been with. She always smirked to herself when she got to Brittany’s and Santana’s pages, advertising their services, as it always made them both blush to see.
Before Brittany could respond, Santana emerged with Sue Sylvester behind her. “Ms. Fabray, Mistress Sylvester will see you now,” she said softly and bowed, making a quick exit.
“Um, will that be all, ma’am?” Brittany asked, suddenly nervous under Mistress Sylvester’s gaze.
Quinn smirked. “Yes, thank you Brittany.” The blonde nodded tersely and followed Santana. Sue and Quinn watched them go, feeling almost drunk off the power they had over the women here. Finally, when both girls were no longer in the large room, Quinn stood to meet Sue and shake her hand. “Good afternoon, Ms. Sylvester.”
“Oh, Quinn, please. You’ve been coming to me for years, you can call me Sue!” the older woman replied warmly, taking a seat in an antique chair next to Quinn on the couch.
“My apologies, Sue.” The mistress nodded it off with a smile. “So how is everything?”
“Things are good, business is booming, believe it or not. Tough economic times, all anyone wants to do is have a good fuck with a sexy woman, and we all know I have the best ones,” Sue said with a grin. Quinn joined her in smiling and nodded.
“I’m sure your other loyal customers agree,” Quinn said, diverting her eyes to look at the fire place. After a few seconds of silence, Quinn finally turned back to Sue.
“So what can I do you for, my friend? What are you looking for today?” Sue asked.
Quinn’s face changed to a thoughtful expression. “I’m not quite sure, actually. That’s why I had Santana get you. I’ve been coming here for years, I always know just what I’m looking for, but today I don’t.”
Sue nodded understandingly. “Have you looked through our catalogue? You know nothings off limits, if you want something special, just tell me and I’ll arrange one of my girls…or more if that’s what you’re looking for,” Sue said with a wink. Quinn giggled softly.
“No, no, I know I have anything I want at my fingertips here, I practically have this thing memorized,” the young woman replied, holding up the book she was referring to. “I suppose I’m looking for a suggestion…”
“Sure, let’s see….” Sue paused as she mentally reviewed the girls in her brothel. “Do you want an Asian? That Tina girl is getting very positive feedback from some of my other customers.”
“No, I had Asian recently,” Quinn said with a sigh. “What else?” Quinn was staring intently, like she was asking Sue to read her mind.
The owner of the brothel paused and looked at Quinn, her head cocked to the side. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you seem to have an idea of what you want, and you’re just waiting for me to guess it.”
Quinn couldn’t stop the smirk the bubbled up if she tried. “You know me well, Sue. I was hoping you had someone new…..someone young, someone-”
“Mistress Sylvester!” Just then, a small, tan skinned girl came strolling in briskly. Her long brown wavy hair hung loosely off her shoulders, which were covered in nothing but a thin robe. Her bare feet were attached to shapely, toned legs that disappeared underneath the pink silk of her garment. “Oh, excuse me Mistress, I wasn’t aware we had a client. I’m terribly sorry ma’am,” the girl said softly, blushing profusely at Quinn. The blonde grinned. The tiny brunette turned towards her Mistress and bowed. “So sorry ma’am, I’ll come back when you aren’t with someone.” Sue and Quinn watched her leave quickly, grinning to themselves. Finally, Sue turned her attention back to her client, ready to resume their conversation.
“Someone like that,” Quinn said definitively.
Sue looked taken aback. “Well, she’s new, I’ll give you that. But you don’t want her,” the older woman said, shaking her head. Quinn looked confused.
“Why on Earth not?”
“She’s not just new, Quinn. She’s very new. I don’t even know that she’s been with a client yet, let alone the fact that I don’t fully know her background of the top of my head. I don’t know what her services are, I don’t know what she’s willing to do. I’m sure I have some girl here who has her sea-legs already and is up to your lofty standards. Santana! Get me my program!” Sue called.
“Well, all of your girls are clean, you don’t hire them until they’re tested for the full array of STD’s, what more could there be?” Quinn demanded. She wasn’t used to not getting the things she wanted. She was the at a very high position in a very powerful law office, renowned for being ruthless in any case, and notorious for getting her way no matter what. She huffed in anger as Santana came in quickly, holding a green notebook. She handed the book to her Mistress, bowed, and left silently.
“Quinn, you know how things work here. The girls don’t get a say in their clients, but they do get a say in what they can do. They agree to these things, I don’t even know if she does women,” Sue muttered as she flicked through pages to find the young brunette’s notes.
“How did she even get here? What’s her story?”
“Brittany says she’s a friend from back home. Says she doesn’t mind this work, and who am I to turn down someone with legs like that? Besides, who is she to turn down pay like this? Match made in fuckin heaven,” Sue said with a snort.
“What if I make you an offer you can’t refuse?” Quinn said determinedly.
Sue finally pulled her eyes from her book. “You saw the damn girl for 15 seconds, let me at least find her file.”
Quinn reclined, frustrated, until finally Sue found the page.
“Here she is…..uhhhh…Rachel. Let’s see here…” Sue ran her fingers over the page as she read bits and pieces of information to herself. After a minute, Quinn began to get impatient.
“Well?” she said as calmly as possible, though her frustration was evident.
“Well, first, I was right, she hasn’t even been with a client yet. She doesn’t have a whole lot of sexual experience, either.” Sue looked up from her book. “That’s a deal breaker right there for you.”
Quinn winced. “Define ‘a whole lot’…”
Sue sighed and referred to her notes. “Been with 3 people. All men.” She glanced up before continuing. “Nothing too kinky, she’s been tied up and blindfolded, only once though.”
“Signed on for women?”
“Uh….yes, actually. Lucky you.”
Quinn smirked. “I’ll take her.”
“You sure about this Q? I sell innocent girls like that for high prices, my clients love a good little virgin-type. I’d hate for you to blow a lot of money on someone like that, especially when I honestly don’t think she’s what you’re looking for.”
Quinn thought it over. “Call her in, I want to see her in person.”
“There’s the smart business woman I know. Rachel! Front and center, now!”
Both women heard her jogging down the stairs. She reemerged in the foyer, still in nothing but her tiny silk robe. “Yes, Mistress?” she said dutifully. Sue pointed to Quinn, who was now standing. Rachel spun around and started to blush as she realized she was about to be purchased by this gorgeous woman.
“Rachel, this is Quinn Fabray, she’s been a loyal client here for about 6 years now. Quinn, this is Rachel, my newest girl.”
Rachel bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure, I’m sure, Ms. Fabray.”
Quinn looked the brunette up and down, admiring her perfect body. “How old are you?”
Rachel stuttered before squeaking out, “However old you want me to be….”
Quinn couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, that’s cute.” Rachel blushed as Sue tried to hide her grin behind her hand. “Which one of the girls taught you that, Brittany?” Rachel nodded, continuing to blush profusely. “Figures. Ok, let’s try this again. How old are you?”
“19, ma’am.”
“Oooo,” Quinn mused, letting her eyes wander over every curve the girl had. She loved making the girls uncomfortable under her stare, it was half the reason she kept coming back; she really did love the power. Finally, she spoke. “Excuse us, darling, Mistress Sylvester and I have terms to agree to.” Rachel nodded once and went to the front hall, awaiting her client for the night. When she was gone, Quinn’s eyes shot to Sue’s. “How much?”
She thought it over for a few seconds. “Three grand.”
“Three grand!? Sue, that’s a bit steep for one night, don’t you think?”
“Ha! For you? You could buy every girl in this joint for a month every night and it wouldn’t make a dent in your payroll. Besides Q, like I said, girls without a lot of experience like that, they’re pricey, lots of people love ‘breaking ‘em in’, as they put it. Santana’s first got in a bidding war and paid 5 g’s to spank her all night then fuck her doggy till she couldn’t walk straight. I’m sorry Q, but it’s $3,000 or someone else.”
Quinn nodded as she reached into her purse on the couch and pulled out her checkbook, scrawling out the same information she written down for years. As she ripped the check from its booklet and handed it to Sue, she grinned. “You know, I’ve never tried ‘breaking ‘em in’ before. You know me, I love trying something new.” With a wink, Quinn strolled into the front hall to collect her prize.
**
Rachel was sitting primly on a wooden bench next to the coat rack, awaiting instruction while Santana stood by. After a few minutes, Sue and Quinn both came out, chatting softly about Quinn’s job. When they arrived at the front, Quinn eyed Rachel with a grin before turning back to Sue. “A pleasure, as always, Sue.”
“Likewise, Quinn. Let me know how it goes,” she said with a smile. “The red room is available I believe. Santana?” The Latina nodded once. “Excellent. Enjoy yourself, I think you’ll find everything you’ll need is waiting for you.” Quinn smiled and shook Sue’s hand, and with that, the older woman retreated to her office.
“Right this way, ladies,” Santana offered. She started up the stairs, but Rachel remained, eyeing Quinn, who she knew she now belonged to until tomorrow.
“Follow her.” Rachel nodded and rose from her seat, walking behind Santana up the tall staircase. Quinn stayed to admire the view of Rachel’s perfect ass peeking out beneath her robe. With a small grin, the blonde followed the two women up 2 flights of stairs and down a corridor, until they reached a room with a deep red door. “Enjoy,” Santana said softly, and bowed before turning to leave. Quinn nodded and opened the door.
“Go in.” Rachel did as she was told, flicking the light switch as she did so.
The red room wasn’t really different from any other room, the color system was just the easiest way to identify which rooms were occupied and which were available. Quinn looked around, taking in the full rack of clothes, filled with every fantasy outfit one could think of, including dozens of lingerie options. There was a large wooden dresser in the corner, holding all sorts of toys, restraints, and other goodies. A magazine rack holding several different smut magazines was resting near a window with deep red curtains which stayed perpetually closed. There was a desk pushed to the wall, there for the sole purpose of having someone bend over it to get fucked. Quinn snorted to herself at the idea of someone doing taxes at the desk while a woman was tied and gagged on the bed. And of course, a king sized bed with slats in the headboard, so someone could easily be tied up. A large mirror was attached to the wall of the adjoining bathroom, parallel to the bed so the people on it could watch themselves fuck if they were facing it. Rachel waited patiently at the foot of the bed. “Sit,” Quinn said with authority. Rachel sat. So obedient, I like this one, Quinn thought to herself. She closed the door and locked it, then made her way to the sitting girl.
“So, Rachel is it?” The girl nodded. “Is that your real name?” She blushed and nodded again, never looking Quinn in the eyes. “Let’s try verbal responses, shall we?”
The smaller girl looked up. “I’m sorry, ma’am. My name is Rachel.”
“And my name is Quinn. Make sure you remember that, you’ll be screaming it for the majority of the night,” she said with a smirk. Rachel blushed and looked back down. “And tonight, let’s make it Master Quinn.”
“Yes, Master Quinn.”
“Hmm, I like it,” the blonde said with a grin. “So, your file says you’ve never been with a woman before.”
“No, Master.”
“Fun. And how many times have you had sex?” Quinn took a step closer, not more than foot between the two women now.
“Seven times, Master.”
“Oh, excellent, I love fucking a tight pussy. Ever taken it in the ass?”
Rachel’s eyes went wide though they remained glued to the floor. “Never, Master.”
“Are you opposed to it?”
“No, Master.”
Quinn paused, then brought her pointed finger to Rachel’s chin, lifting it up so they could make eye contact. “I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Rachel. First, I want to establish a safety word for you.”
“Master, I assure you I don’t require-”
“No. You’ll be given a safety word and I want you to use it if we do anything you don’t want to. Just because I’m paying for you, doesn’t mean you aren’t human.” Rachel’s eyes lit up, and Quinn didn’t fail to miss it. She wondered what had happened in the girls past to apparently think otherwise, and found herself shocked that she actually cared. “Now, if I want to do something you don’t, or if things get too intense, I want you to say apple. And if you happen to be gagged, I want you to snap your fingers, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent. Now first, let me see what I paid for. Take off your robe.” Quinn stepped back as Rachel nodded and stood up, pulling the robe off and letting it fall to the bed. She was naked underneath, revealing round, full breasts, a flat stomach and a neatly shaved landing strip over an otherwise bare pussy. Quinn couldn’t pull her eyes from the girl. “Three grand, with that body? You’re a fuckin’ bargain,” Quinn said with a smirk. Rachel smiled to herself, but awaited instruction. Quinn circled the girl, letting her eyes roam over the smooth skin. “So what brings you here?” Quinn asked softly, running her pointed finger down the girl’s spine and over her ass, feeling her shiver at the delicate touch.
“ I…I wanted to be on Broadway…”
“Oh, you act?” Quinn asked, genuinely interested.
“Sing, Master.”
“You’ll have to show me some time,” the blonde replied, palming the girl’s firm ass. “Now, you wanted to be on Broadway. Past tense?” Quinn whispered into the brunette’s ear.
“Yes, Master.”
“Why the change?”
“Broadway wasn’t what I thought it’d be…” she muttered bitterly. “And B-Brittany said such good things about Master Sue…I was already here, I figured why not…”
“So you’ve been on the stage,” Quinn mused, strolling back to face the smaller girl.
“Yes, Master. For one year, I hated it, it…I always thought I’d love it, but it…it just wasn’t what I’d hoped it would be,” she repeated. Rachel’s nipples hardened as the blonde’s fingers traced patterns on her stomach. “I thought I would feel special there...I wanted to feel special.”
“I see. How about this: does it make you feel special that I just spent $3,000 to have you?” Rachel blushed, nodding with some form of shame that this made her feel how she hoped her childhood dream would. “I’m spending thousands to fuck you senseless, I think you’re so gorgeous that I would’ve said yes to any price, how does that make you feel?”
“Special, Master.”
“Good,” Quinn said with a grin. “Let’s begin.”
**