fic: Money, Sex and Power 8/?
Title: Money, Sex and Power 8/?
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC-17
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: 3,055
A/N: We find outtttttt what happened to Rachel on Bway =)!
Work had been nothing short of torture for Quinn since her night with Rachel. She carried herself poorly, she wasn’t active in court, she barely ate; she hated herself for doing what she did to the small brunette. Rachel had an effect on her that didn’t make sense, but all Quinn knew was that she got defensive when people started to question her on something that she didn’t understand.
A week had gone by, and just like always, Quinn started to feel like her skin was crawling from pent up sexual frustration. She sighed as she plopped herself down in her chair and stared out at the view of her corner office. She would go back to Sue’s, absolutely, but she needed to figure out what her next move would be. Part of her wanted to get Rachel again and apologize, part of her wanted to get another girl to get Sue off her back, part of her wanted to know why she was thinking this much at all considering it was her money and she was free to do with it what she liked. Quinn looked at watch and decided she would take a half day so she could get a jumpstart on her weekend and go to Sue’s now. She decided her course of action as she waited for the elevator.
When the cabbie asked her where she was going, she told him her address. She ran inside to pick up the little object that had been lying next to her bed for a week and ran back out to the waiting taxi, giving Sue’s address as she slammed the door shut.
**
Quinn jogged up the steps and rang the doorbell twice, rocking on her heels while she waited for someone to answer. For the first time in ages, Brittany was the one to swing the door open and greet her with a smile and a bow. Quinn was secretly relieved; she wasn’t in the mood to deal with Santana’s attitude again. She had spent this much time psyching herself up to come back, she didn’t want to lose her momentum in an instant.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Fabray. I hope you’ve been well,” Brittany said kindly with a bow. Quinn nodded and looked around.
“Where’s Santana?” Quinn asked softly as she removed her coat and handed it to the other blonde.
“This isn’t her shift yet, ma’am. Will you need a catalogue or do you have a girl in mind?”
Quinn shook her head and took a deep breath. “Rachel. I...Rachel.” Quinn nodded once. She didn’t feel like explaining herself. Brittany must not have heard the commotion from Santana, Sue or even Rachel herself, as she simply nodded and waved her arm towards a chair for Quinn to sit in.
The young lawyer saw in her chair, fidgeting endlessly. Finally, Quinn’s head snapped up at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Brittany was talking to Rachel, whose arms were crossed tightly across her chest.
Quinn sprung up and stood tall when Brittany presented Rachel to Quinn. “Ladies, the Blue Room is available, do you need me to guide you there?”
Quinn couldn’t take her eyes off of Rachel. The young girl was staring straight at the ground, her arms still crossed, switching her weight from one foot to the other; she was completely closed off, in defense mode. “No, I know where that is, thank you Brittany,” Quinn said softly. “Shall we?” Quinn asked hopefully. Rachel nodded begrudgingly. A client had selected her; she didn’t have a say. Rachel spun around and walked slowly up the stairs, Quinn right behind her. When they reached the third floor landing, Quinn strode ahead, passing a yellow door, a purple door and finally a gray door until they arrived at the blue one. Quinn turned the door knob. “After you.”
Rachel walked inside, Quinn right behind her. The blonde shut the door and clicked on the lights, and turned around to meet Rachel who had already disrobed and was making her way towards the bed. “Rachel, wait.” Rachel stopped and went back into her defensive position from downstairs.
“What is it, Master Quinn?”
Quinn bit her lip. “No more of that, I’m not Master Quinn any more.”
Rachel spun around to look at her buyer. “What would you like me to call you ma’am?”
The young blonde had tears in her eyes. “Quinn. Please, you used to call me that…sometimes. Just please, Quinn again. Call me that.”
“All right, Quinn.” Rachel continued towards the bed.
“No, Rachel, please, just stop moving,” Quinn pleaded softly. Rachel turned around, scowling weakly. Quinn walked up to the little singer, standing only an inch or two apart. “Rachel…” Quinn cupped Rachel’s face with her left hand. “I’m…I’m so sorry. Rachel, please, I hate what I did to you, I hate what happened, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Quinn fell apart. She clung to Rachel and cried into her soft hair.
Rachel was taken aback. She hadn’t expected this in the slightest, but here they were, Quinn sobbing and apologizing for their last meeting. Rachel stood there, dumbfounded. “Let me show how sorry I am, Rachel,” Quinn whispered as she started to calm herself down. “I want to make you feel good tonight, that’s al I want to do. It’s all I’ve thought about since the second I left the last time. Please?”
Rachel gingerly hugged Quinn back and nodded. Quinn pulled back and immediately attached her lips to Rachel’s, locking themselves up in a searing kiss. Rachel whimpered at the passion Quinn was exhibiting, letting herself fall into the blonde’s embrace. Quinn slowly moved them closer to the bed and fell with Rachel when their knees bumped against the wood bedframe. Quinn only cared about kissing Rachel’s lips, running her hands over Rachel’s soft skin, making her feel every good feeling to replace last week’s bad ones.
Rachel sighed when Quinn pulled back to throw her shirt and bra off. She dove back down, not wanting to miss any seconds of her skin being in contact with Rachel’s. Quinn was so turned on at what she wanted to do to Rachel and Rachel was so turned on knowing that Quinn was going to take care of her tonight; the atmosphere was electric. Both women were panting and sighing, whimpering and moaning as they each let their hands explore soft skin. When Rachel’s hand came to Quinn’s pants-covered legs, Quinn stopped their desperate kissing. “No, not tonight.” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Tonight’s all about you.” Rachel blushed as Quinn leaned in to her neck. “Tonight is about making you feel special.” Rachel sighed and pressed her chest into Quinn’s.
Quinn’s hands slid down Rachel’s stomach to her sex, which Quinn was happy to find was wet with excitement. It meant that at the very least that Rachel’s body had forgiven Quinn for last week’s actions. Quinn gently slid her fingers over Rachel’s folds, exploring the brunette, looking for anything she had missed in her previous visits. She wanted to know Rachel is intimately as possible; tonight needed to be explosive if Quinn could ever hope of gaining full forgiveness.
Rachel was panting heavily into Quinn’s ears after several minutes of simple teasing. “Qu-Quinn, please,” Rachel whimpered softly, canting her hips forward a bit. Quinn smiled into Rachel’s neck, which she had been sucking on, hoping to leave as dark a hickey as possible. Fuck you, Sue. Quinn’s finger glided to Rachel’s opening and circled lazily before sliding easily inside. Rachel was keening. Quinn went at a devilishly slow pace, though she was curling that lone finger perfectly with each thrust.
Rachel would thrust her hips faster or whimper impatiently, hoping Quinn would go faster, but she just kept leaving passionate kisses across the singer’s neck and moving her fingers in and out almost cruelly slow. “Quinn, please,” Rachel whined. Quinn smiled.
“Please, what?”
“M-More.”
“More…more what, Rach?’ Quinn giggled, moving her kisses up Rachel’s jawline.
“Everything.”
“More fingers?” Kiss. “More speed?” Kiss. “More curling?” Several kisses. Rachel was in heaven.
“M-More all of it, pleeease, Quinn. Please, baby, more e-everything,” Rachel pleaded.
“Your wish is my command, baby.” Quinn slide another finger in and picked up her pace dramatically. Rachel moaned with satisfaction. Quinn kept the pace quick but caring, intoxicated by Rachel’s breathy mewling. Quinn loved that she was the one causing Rachel to make these sounds and causing her to squirm and writhe beneath her like she was. Quinn pulled back a little to watch her digits disappear into the singer’s hot sex, loving how drenched Rachel was.
Quinn knew all along that she wasn’t going to make the singer cum this way. She wanted to taste Rachel, give her that closeness and that connection that Quinn deemed fundamental to getting back in the singer’s good graces. Slowly, Quinn moved her kisses from the singer’s neck, down to the valley of her breasts and down her taut abs. Rachel looked up, making an adorably confused whine, when Quinn’s fingers stopped and instead went to holding her thighs apart, rubbing them soothingly. “Qu-Quinn, don’t stop! Baby, baby, c-come on!” Rachel pleaded in a panic.
Quinn grinned and kept giving soft kisses steadily down the singer’s abs and to Rachel’s sex. “Patience, sweetheart, patience.” Quinn gingerly kissed Rachel’s inner thighs. Rachel was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, but to no avail. Quinn would leave feathery soft kisses or gentle love bites all over Rachel’s smooth skin, teasing her, bringing her closer and closer.
Finally, Quinn couldn’t hold herself back and Rachel couldn’t say her own name. Time for the big finale. Quinn dragged her tongue up Rachel’s inner thigh and over her swollen pussy. Rachel keened desperately. Quinn smirked and flicked her tongue delicately over the singer’s stiff clit. Rachel was panting and mewling, pleading for Quinn to do more.
Quinn’s tongue glided to Rachel’s opening, teasing the entrance, promising something epic. Rachel’s hands were attached firmly to Quinn’s soft hair, trying to bring her closer. “Baby,” Quinn whispered, pulling her tongue back. “Patience.” Rachel’s hands slackened their grip. Quinn giggled. “It’ll be worth it, I swear.”
Quinn was well seasoned at teasing. Making a woman cum was her pastime. And her craft was perfected when she learned the art of building a woman up. The anticipation made everything better, and by no small margin. Rachel’s pussy was swollen red, dripping everywhere, begging. When Quinn barely swiped her tongue across Rachel’s clit, and the singer shuddered like an electric shock had been put through her, Quinn saw that Rachel was ready.
Quinn’s tongue slid into Rachel’s hole with ease and the singer wailed. Her tongue wiggled, flicking over every sensitive patch of skin in Rachel’s warm pussy. Quinn’s hands slid up, cupping Rachel’s hips and bringing her closer to her mouth. Rachel’s grip on the blonde hair tightened, trying to get as close as she could to the source of pleasure. Quinn’s tongue kept exploring, lapping up at Rachel’s wetness. Finally, one hand slid down and an experienced thumb flicked over Rachel’s stiff nub. Rachel screamed with delight, her mouth agape with the corners twisted up in a pleasured grin. Quinn smiled to herself as her tongue continued to flick over Rachel’s most intimate spots while her thumb stroked her clit. Rachel was begging.
Quinn liked making Rachel feel this way. She wanted to do this again and again and again. She wanted to make the singer scream her name. Quinn’s thumb flicked perfectly and Rachel went rigid. Quinn smiled as cum spilled from Rachel’s pussy while she screamed with pleasure. Quinn’s thumb kept flicking and Rachel kept shaking, shock after shock ripping through her.
With a strangled whimper, Rachel pushed Quinn’s head away weakly. Quinn swept her tongue across Rachel’s hole one more time before pulling back to admire her work; maybe she was a little cocky.
Rachel’s hair was splayed, her chest rising and falling sporadically with shuddered breaths, and her cheeks were flush. Quinn delicately kissed up the brunette’s body and finally to her neck. “Qu….”
Quinn smirked and stopped her kissing. “It’s actually pronounced Quinn.” Rachel laughed a little and lazily reached for the blonde woman to hold her. “So that was good?”
Rachel kept laughing and nodded. “F-fantastic.”
Quinn smiled and moved up to curl up with Rachel, putting the singer’s head underneath her chin. They sat in silence for several minutes, Rachel mostly in recovery. Quinn ran her fingers through the thick brown hair, thinking about how she should breach the question. “Rachel?”
Rachel nodded. “Mhmm?”
Quinn bit her lip. “What…happened? You know…” Rachel pulled back and looked at Quinn curiously. “Broadway?”
Rachel nodded slowly and put her head back under Quinn’s. “Don’t laugh when I say it’s mostly a boy.”
Quinn smiled and held Rachel a little closer. “All the best Hollywood stories are.”
“No, it wasn’t some stupid heartbreak,” Rachel snapped coldly. Quinn rubbed the smaller girl’s back soothingly. “There was heartbreak. But it was so much more than that.”
“We don’t have to talk about it if y-“
“No, I want to talk about it. To you.” Quinn bit back her smile and nodded. “I came to New York right after I graduated. I got here and went to a bunch of auditions and I finally got a role in Wicked as a background character. I kept asking for a bigger role and they kept telling me I wasn’t…special. My voice was average and if I didn’t like my spot then they could snap their fingers and find a dozen other people to fill it.” Rachel’s tone was bitter and cold. Quinn was starting to see why “special” had taken on a special meaning to the singer. “Then there was Jesse.”
“The boy, I assume?”
Rachel nodded. “The very same. He was Fiyero. Everyone wanted him, he sang like a dream and he was so handsome. After a show one day, he invited me for drinks. After that I dated him for months. He started out…” Rachel sighed with the memories, “he started out great. He was sweet and caring he told me I’d make it one day to star opposite him as Elphaba. And I fucking believed it.”
“So what happened with him?”
“He started to change. He didn’t take me out after shows. He stopped saying nice things to me. Fuck, he stopped saying things to me at all. I moved in with him at that point, and then he would just come home and go to bed. When he would talk to me, it was almost always critical,” Rachel said bitterly. “He stopped calling me special. He sometimes came home drunk and…”
Quinn felt Rachel tense. Quinn tensed too. “Did he hit you?”
Rachel barely nodded. “Only twice. But it still happened.”
Quinn pulled Rachel in tighter, if it was possible and kissed the top of her head. “You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, its fine. I-It’s actually kinda nice to talk.” Quinn nodded as Rachel took a deep breath. “He started hanging out with the other two leads. One of them, Sarah, was my best friend. She played Glinda, so of course I just…I practically worshiped her. I looked up to her and her talent, she was practically a sister.” Tears started to pool in Rachel’s eyes. A few spilled over and onto Quinn’s chest.
“What happened with her?”
“Everything got fucked up. Just about two weeks before I came here, to Sue’s…during Christmas season. I was supposed to fly home for Christmas. I got to the airport and saw my flight had been cancelled….snow. Apparently it was some big fucking storm in Ohio-that’s where I’m from, if you were interested,” Rachel said softly. Quinn smiled to herself and nodded.
“Very interested, actually. But keep going,” Quinn urged softly.
“Ok.” Rachel nodded to herself with a tiny smile. “Well, I waited around for a little, tried to see if anyone was flying out, but it was a no-go, so I just got in a cab home. I opened the door and heard this sound.” Quinn winced. I know exactly where this is going, don’t I. “And when I followed it, I walked into my bedroom, to see Jesse fucking Sarah like the world was about to end.” Yup.
A few more tears had spilled on to Quinn’s chest. “Oh, Rachel, I….I’m so sorry, that’s awful.”
Rachel shook her head. “That wasn’t the worst though. He was talking to her. They were saying I love you. He told her how beautiful she was, how talented, how special. He was saying all the things he never said to me. When they realized I was there, he didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t chase after me. He just let me go.” Quinn was enraged. “I practically had no money, I got a hotel for a few days and I got in contact with Brittany, I knew she was here, she was a friend of mine since high school. She told me about all of this, and got me in with Sue. And here we are,” Rachel sighed.
“Wow.”
“Yup.”
They sat in silence. Both were left thinking about the story that was left floating in the air. Quinn wanted to do something for Rachel, something kind. The poor girl must’ve been depressed reliving her horrible past. Suddenly Quinn sprang up. Rachel followed the blonde with her eyes curiously. “I have something for you,” Quinn explained with a smile.
Rachel cocked her head to the side while pulling up the blanket to cover herself. “What kind of something?”
Quinn had her back turned to Rachel while she pulled something out of her bag, then jumped back in to bed, holding up a small book. “It’s the book of poems. The one I told you about a few weeks ago.” Rachel took the book with a tiny smile. “I brought it last time, I just…wasn’t myself last time. But I’m back now. And I’d love to read this with you.” Rachel looked back at Quinn and nodded.
The two women curled into bed, Quinn being the big spoon as usual, and listened as the blonde read poem after poem until they finally fell asleep.