Strip Then Be Killed
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Hey guys. Horror fic coming at 'ya! WARNING: Rated Mfor gore, dirty talks, swears, abuse and *tooot* scenes. I don't own Glee. You can review make me know how you you. And so ugh, One little thing: Don't turn around while you're reading this.
Chapter 1: First visit
"2:00 a.m.? Fuck it. It's almost morning." Noah Puckerman said while irritably steering the wheels of his car. He yawns, a call of tiredness. His eyes nearly closed when a call of a girl was heard. His lights flashed and confirms a face of a blonde lady. He was obviously shocked but he stopped and sees the lady. He let the car window down, revealing the lady wearing a peek-a-boobs blouse, short skirts while leaning over him. The first thing that caught his attention was boobs, leading his mouth open.
The lady smiled, "Sir, can you take me for a ride, please?"
Noah snapped, "Uh-yeah. Sure. Hop in." He came out of his car and helped the tipsy lady be inside his car. He return back after the lady thanked him. Looking at her side face of, she became familiar. "So, have we met earlier?" Said the guy, breaking the ice.
"I saw you staring at me as if you wanna strip me back at the club. Why do you failed to do so?" Her voice sexually aroused him.
"It's late in the night. My wife was a blonde woman and I promised her that I'll come home before the morning-" He was stopped when the lady kissed him. "You know, we can do it now if you want to."
She giggles,"I have my shift ended but we can work with that... how about your wife? It's already dawn."
"I think 3 hours of making out was enough. We can drive to my hotel." Puck winks.
"Wow. You known a hotel? Major turn-on." Quinn slightly slides her back lower and lifts her legs a little higher so he can actually recognize her porcelain-like legs. "You mister,- uhm?"
"Puckerman."
"Mr. Puckerman, I can be your regular stripper if you want to." Quinn leans on her side to reach Noah's neck. "I can also be your mistress." She sexually whispered. Her heavily breathing was heard on Noah's ear.
"Well, you can call me Puck. Mr. Puckerman was a little bit formal for being your customer." Puck didn't took off his eyes on the road.
"Oh. Puck me." Quinn turns to other side and looks at the car window.
Puck recognized her actions, she's already bored, so, he craefully slid his hand on her legs and moves in a circular motion making Quinn let a grin. Something is playing on her mind right now, this guy is a big-dicker and at the same tim, a big-dealer. On the side of her skirt, a dagger was kept.
"Here we are." Puck said, obviously excited. They both released a very naughty smile. He came outof the car first, opens the car door for Quinn by a sign of being a "gentleman" . Before going inside, she takes pause and looks at the very gigantic building which was Puck's hotel.
She was amazed and with her mouth partially open she says, "Whoah. It's bigger than I thought."
"You know, there's much bigger lying inside my underpants." They laughs and walks inside the hotel.
Itcan be seen as almost five-star hotel. Everything looks very classic, with the hotel lobby painted with white while the corner colored with peach and a touch of amber.
"Aye, let's get a key." Puck grabs her hand and walks close to a brunette front desk manager with a surname tag written Berry.
"Hey. Good morning Mr. Puckerman and to the lady who's on your back. How many I help you?" Her bangs blocks her forehead and also blocks almost of her eyebrows.
"Obviously, Berry, we need roomkeys." Quinn said said with a low, striking voice.
Puck just laugh, "Ms. Whoever-you-are." Berry grabs a key, "Room 5." Then she looks at Quinn's eyes with rage and irritance.
Puck halts the tension, "C'mon,let's go. Leave her." Quinn rolls her eyes. He grabs Berry's black straight hair and whispers, "Get out of this Rachel."
Berry pulls out and slaps his hand and with a very brave voice," Mr. Puckerman, you can't get out of this. Time will come, your wife will find it out. Your mistresses, abuses and strippers."
Puck's blood was heated up, "You-" But before he can slap her, Quinn grabs his hands and signs Puck to stop by turning her head with a "no."
"Let's get the room." Then Quinn stops on walking, leans closer to Berry and winks, "You knows Ms. Berry , I serve my body also with the lesbians." She whispers, then pressed her nose. Berry was left awkwardly staring blank.
They both get their room and get inside, Quinn was left standing while Puck puts off his polo shirt, reavealing his incredibly muscle-packed body which I was very delicious to look at and lays on the bed."Come on baby..."
The morning hits the sky. The hotel desk manager was replaced by a skinnier girl with a surname Rose tagged on her chest.
Outside the hotel, there's another lesbian stripper, wearing denim shorts, long-sleeves with black leather boots and vest. With the color of her skin that looks toned up, she's easily known as a Latina. She walks straightly to Rose's desk, removes her white earphones, puts her luggage on the floor and pops her chewing gum. "So, Rose?" She looks at the desktop Rose is looking at. "I STEAL JUSTIN BIEBER'S VOICE?" She reads.
That caught Rose's attention. "Oh sorry, yeah. I enjoy listening to this girl on YouTube. I admit that she sounds slightly as the young Justin Bieber. But, hey, good morning Ma'am, how may I help you?"
"I never give a damn to the lazy-oh-Beaver. All I want is a room. Your manager, Mr. Puckerman sent me here."
"Oh, wait," She scrolls down and asks, "Ms. Santana ?"
"Yeah. Need an I.D?", Santana shows I.D. back at the Goodboy beer bar.
Rose looks at it but never dare to touch the I.D. of the stripper. She thoughts eeewww... "Ok, Ma'am,Room 5." She handed the keys.
"Rose, I was wondering, can I have the mp3 format of the song? The girl singing in YouTube?"
"No prob." She finds her USB port then she enters it on the CPU then handed over to her Santana."Here. insert there."
"Y'know Ms. Rose, I'm very expert in inserting things." SAntana winks at hernad do what she asked.
"The artist's name is Mikz Dimapilis." She copied then pasted it on SAntana's phone. "But a little-don'tknow thing is, I heard her voice became better now. This song is recorded when she's just 12 but now that she's already 15, I think her voice got matured. I wanna wait for anew video!" She turns to Santana b ut Santana had that I DON'T GIVE A FUCK-A-ROODIE FACE.
"Will you just finish it already?"
"Oh- sorry." Then the doorman with a nametag, Chang, arrives and carries her luggage.
Before SAntana can go away, she looks at Rose and said, "You know, who's great? The latina star with gorgeous abs namely, NAYA RIVERA. By the way, gracias para todocosa, stupidida. ( Thank you for everything,stupid. )"
"I don't understand her." Rose thought.
Chang and Santana walks until they reach the Room No.5. When Santana opens the door, something caught her attention. A blonde lady with a pale skin was standing before the window. "Chang, there's a girl inside my room."
Chang checks the room and puts the luggage inside., "Ma'am, there's no one here. Ah- Me-maybe you just thought." He was obviously nervous while his sweat pouring from his head.
"Ok. Thanks." Santana stretches out then drops on the very elegant bed.
She never know who was with her, staring back at her, at the foot of her bed.
