Somehow Quinn finds out and since she needs money for Beth (she kept her) she offers Rachel a deal: Rachel will give her the money and she'll let Rachel fuck her. Rachel accepts.
The first times Rachel leaves after sex, leaving the money on the table, but after a while Rachel raises her pay and stay all night fucking Quinn and sleeping there too.

Bonus for:
- Rachel interacting with Beth and being sweet and caring
- Quinn and Rachel forming a sort of relationship but Rachel continuing to pay
- they start having sex at school too, maybe when Quinn thinks she needs to thank Rachel for something she did for Beth

They have sweet, slow sex too, but Quinn loves feeling like a slut, so when she thinks Rachel is being sweet for too long she pushes Rachel to treat her like a whore, reminding her that she is paying her, etc, and Rachel 'obey': rough!sex, throat fucking, maybe anal, facials and cumming on her body...

Rachel Barbara Berry was the most focused and determined student that many of her teachers will ever come to mentor in their entire careers; it was these traits that they admired about the young singer and thus were able to overlook the other and less appealing idiosyncrasies that occasionally irritated even the most patient of faculty members. She made straight A's, was the captain of over a dozen clubs, and even found time to volunteer at her local soup kitchen every other Sunday despite her rigorous vocal and dance classes. She was destined for NYADA, for the stage, and for her voice to be heard by the masses, and it was this dream that drove her to maintain such a hectic schedule that often left her with little or no time to even consider devoting any of her pressure time towards a romantic interest.

Well, if Rachel was being honest with herself, she didn't really need to be the captain of the Business and Marketing Club, or even in the Snowboarding and Skiing club considering she's never attempted either activity for fear of falling and breaking her talent. But, it was a great excuse whenever her Bubbeh would pinch her cheeks and ask, "Why don't you have a nice Jewish girl or boy, eh?" But it would only take a bright smile and a gentle reminder of her schedule before she'd rant about how skinny she was and how she should eat meat.

If Rachel was really honest, she'd admit that she was too scared to date due to the cruelty she'd face if anyone found out about her secret, the secret that could ruin any chances of a successful career or even love life. So, she jumped head first into her studies, extracurriculars, and preparation for her inevitable rise to celebrity status. Instead of spending her Friday nights dating, she would play board games with her fathers before dinner and write acceptance speeches for the awards she is going to win in the years to come.

On rare occasions, she found the raging hormones overwhelming and used that energy whenever she gave a performance in Glee, it was a great relief, if only temporary, that left her relaxed enough to make it home and into a cold shower. Even so, she's been finding the grace period isn't lasting as long as usual; her urges are becoming more demanding and showing themselves more frequently, too.

The ever poised and collected Rachel Berry was finding herself staring less into the eyes of the people she talked to, and more at their moving lips as she tried to focus on following the conversation and less time entertaining her over active imagination. Currently, she found herself staring at the lips of her teacher as he recited past tense Spanish verbs; each word went in one ear and out the other as her eyes followed each curve of the li-

"Hey, Mr. Schue! Dame una cerveza, por favor!"

Her body snapped straight at the sudden voice behind her, ripping her from the shudder inducing nightmare that she had succumbed to. A scowl settled on her face, not at the interruption but the content of her thoughts only seconds prior to Noah displaying his maturity level once more.

"Very funny, Puck, try to pay attention because we will be having a test on this material next week."

Sure, she had a brief and extremely misguided crush on her teacher a few years ago, but that was a mere lapse in judgment on her part. Rachel couldn't begin to fathom thinking of her teacher in such a way ever again, which was only a testament to her raging hormones that not only plagued her thoughts, but the appendage that was currently protesting her lack of teenage experimentation in her spanx.

It had been giving her hell for the past week and half that when she was slushied just two days ago, she could feel it stir down below as the frozen corn syrup slide down the valley between her breasts before it was absorbed by her sweater. Rachel was becoming increasingly frustrated as she faced with another persistent erection when she dealt with one only a few hours ago when Brittany had dropped her phone in the hallway, causing her skirt to fly up for her wandering eyes to gaze upon. Luckily, she was near the gym and only had to endure thirty seconds of Coach Bieste doing a set of reps before she felt her pumping blood slow to a normal rate and the heat pooling in her legs to dissipate.

Unfortunately, she didn't have that option and it was the end of day, meaning she was due to Glee when class was over and that was an activity she refused to miss. If she could just make it through Glee, which hopefully wouldn't be long as Mr. Schue was roped into running after school detention today after Sue somehow planted various novels centered around vampires killing ethnic principals into his desk, which the janitor found and gave to Figgins, she could get home and research any solutions to her rather large and throbbing problem.

A sigh of relief passed her lips when the bell rang, allowing her to slip out of her seat and ease the pressure that had built within the confines of her lower region. She ignored the sea of students pushing and shoving around her as she made a beeline for the choir room at the other side of the school. Not bothering to stop at her locker to retrieve the appropriate materials needed to complete tonight's homework; Rachel pressed on and burst through the choir room doors, immediately taking a seat in the front row and balancing her Spanish book and purse on top of her lap as an attempt to keep her secret, well, a secret.

She swallowed the groan that threatened to pass her lips with the added pressure that felt oh-so-good, and focused on the now filling choir room and certain students she wished to ignore, particularly the lumbering football player who sat in the far corner, away from her own seat. Sure, she used to have feelings for one Finn Hudson but with her secret, Rachel knew it would unlikely she'd find someone who would be comfortable and accept her unique condition. She counted her blessings, though, as the more time the pair spent together in Glee, the less she liked the man child. He was immature and threw a fit whenever he didn't get his way, not to mention his homophobic tendencies after she found out what he said to Kurt.

"Alright, guys, I know we've got a lot to do, but today I'm only going to pass out your parts. I want you to look over them for the next few minutes and ask me any questions you may have. I'm watching the after school detention, so we need to be quick." A flurry of paper flew from his hands as he hastily shoved the various music into their hands and walked over to the vacant piano, setting his brief case down and taking a seat at the bench.

She scoffed and shoved the music into her bag, not evening giving the assignment a second look before she stood and walked out the choir room. Rachel Berry is a star, a star that would be able to handle anything that William Schuester threw at her, and so she used this as a perfect excuse to run home.

. . .

Rachel ran up the stairs, ignoring the surprised looks that both of her fathers gave her as she flew up the stairs, barging into her room and dumping her bag on the floor. She closed the door with a bang and immediately tore her skirt and special underwear off, not bothering to contain the moan of relief that escaped her lips. It was during the drive home from school that it turned painful as her erection was held down in the tight confines of her spanx. She jumped onto her bed and sat back against her headboard, her right hand instinctually grabbed the throbbing erection and squeezed. Rachel felt her hips buck as she threw her head back, sending a silent thank you to her fathers for sound proofing her room after the neighbors complained when she was rehearsing for Phantom of the Opera two summers ago. There wasn't a production, but she felt she should be prepared if she is ever offered a roll in the coming years.

Even as she sat there, slowly stroking the thick appendage, she felt almost pathetic that her only source of pleasure was her right, and sometimes left, hand. She knew she was one of the few virgins left in school, and she was the only one to remain in Glee club. Brittany and Santana have been having sex for years, at this point, and even Quinn lost her own virginity to Noah, though the outcome of that night didn't have the best results. Quinn was now left to raise her daughter and go to high school, by herself. Sure, she moved back in with her mother and Rachel knew Noah would be helping anyway he could, but most adults aren't ready for a child, let alone a teenager.

Dispelling such thoughts from her mind, Rachel continued to stroke and twist until she emptied herself onto her hand. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes remained closed and the tension eased from her body as she basked in the release she has been wanting all day. Rachel always used masturbation as a last minute solution, when she just absolutely had to have satisfaction; her goals were too important to become sex obsessed like one Noah Puckerman, but as her hips shuddered with the still rolling orgasm, Rachel started to have second thoughts.

She knew women wanted sex just as much as men, she said so the first and only time she attended a celibacy meeting in her freshman year, nearly two years ago.

Where would she even find someone willing to have sex with her? None of the girls in school wouldn't be willing to date her due to the rampant homophobia that plagues the school and the town, only someone who was more open minded or even… Someone desperate for money.

Rachel sat up straight and her eyes widened. "That's it! I must search for a women who is in need of financial help and offer payment in exchange for her sexual services and hopefully settle my urges so that I can once again focus on achieving my goal as a Broadway star!"

Jumping out of bed and throwing on a pair of sweat pants, Rachel sat down at her computer and opened Google.

She grinned at the numerous results loading on her screen, but the smile began to fade and her brow began to furrow as she read the links and their summaries. Most were debates about the legality surrounding the issue, while others only discussed the risks one would be taking by pursuing a woman with such loose morals and legs. She perked up once more, though, when she located a link that advertised a business with legal prostitutes, but as her eyes skimmed the page, Rachel became disappointed. This particular establishment was located in Nevada and her hopes were dashed, there was no way she'd be able to afford a trip or even convince her dads to let her go with a good reason.

Rachel Berry was open minded and quite aware of her surroundings despite her outward appearance and what people assume. While prostitution was illegal, it was practiced by many and there was definitely a market for it, she just had to find where they go and how to pick them out from regular people.

She amended her search phrase and began to take notes, while simultaneously researching the shady areas found in Lima, Ohio, where crime was the highest and income was the lowest. She only found one area that met her requirements, one that was frequently mentioned in Glee club when a certain member wanted to intimidate the rest of the student body: Lima Heights Adjacent.

Rachel wet her lips and contemplated her options, she could approach Santana and ask her some questions, but knowing the Latina, she'd be suspicious and not very forth coming with any useful information. Plus, there isn't exactly a subtle way to ask how to find a prostitute in without it being painfully obvious. Her only choice was to stake out the area and keep a look out for regulars during the wee hours of the night. It shouldn't be too bad, if she parks on the main road and keeps a low profile, she might be able to locate such an individual. Google and various forums told her many prostitutes frequented the same street and street corners and while they couldn't really advertise what they were doing, a definite sign was what the woman wore, revealing clothing was used to entice buyers and lure them into a bed.

Powering down her computer, Rachel made the decision. It was Wednesday now, but the best nights would probably be the weekend and so she'd put together a bag of emergency items and sneak out the house after her fathers went to bed.