Warnings: Drug usage
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Quinn Fabray was late. She was late for a very important date. She snorted to herself at her own joke as she rushed around her apartment trying to find her flats. She started her new job at The Triangle tonight, a really cool club on the lower east side. She heard only good things and was lucky that she managed to get the job at all.
"Hey Quinn, these the ones you looking for?" Her flatmate, Santana Lopez, who she knew from High School back in Lima, Ohio, held up the very pair she was searching for. She grabbed them, kissed Santana on the cheek and promised to text when she was coming home. With that she rushed out and jumped on the subway, ready to start.
She and Santana had come to New York when they graduated. Wanting to get out of that shitty town as soon as possible, they decided to both apply to NYU. She studied psychology whilst Santana went down the musical route. Of course, they both decided to live together, their parents helping them out with the finances. She decided to get a job to help out with some of the bills and here she was, on the way to this ground breaking club that had opened around two years ago and just got more popular as the years went by. One of the features of this club was how great the staff was, so she hoped her colleagues would be welcoming to her.
"Come on Mercedes, come on, come on, come on, please!" Brittany Pierce begged her friend. She clasped her hands together and pouted as best she could as she looked at her colleague next to her. She was the bartender of the Basement, one of the levels of The Triangle, the anything goes room, some would call it.
"Haha no need to beg Britt, he's all yours!" The crowd surrounding the two girls cheered along with Brittany. She fist pumped the air and grabbed a vodka bottle off the side. She looked at the crowd who was chanting and hollering. She grinned and started to pour vodka all over the boy currently lying topless over the bar.
"Bitches and Gentlemen! It's showtime!"
Brittany bent down, her blonde hair tickling over the boy's very defined muscles, she stuck her tongue out and slurped all over his torso. Trying to get every last drop into her mouth. She sat back as the crowd went wild around her. Mercedes pulled the boy up and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Give it up for Sam Evans! Shots only 50 cents for the next 5 minutes!" Brittany screamed out as she, Sam and Mercedes hopped down and starting pouring shots out. People were clambering over each other to get to the bar, just another night in the basement.
Brittany hopped back onto the bar, the leather shorts, which could also pass for underwear, riding up, showing the swell of her ass cheeks. Her abs exposed, defined and rippling from years of exercise and dedication. Breasts pushed up and in with her long blonde hair flowing down. Her long legs finished off the look. She was a goddess down here, sexy and gorgeous; she was the pinnacle of The Triangle.
She hopped back up onto the bar and dragged Mercedes and Sam with her. She raised the vodka bottle and poured it over the crowd, it splashed around the patrons faces, they didn't care if her aim was a little off; they lapped this performance right up. She swigged from the bottle and then poured vodka down the throats of her two friends either side of her.
She basked in the cheering that came from the crowd and turned the performance up another notch; she grabbed Sam by the shoulders and stuck her tongue down his throat. He was more than used to his friend's antics and decided to play up to the people watching, kissing her back just as hard. Brittany then turned and grabbed Mercedes, doing the exact same thing to her. She ran her hands down to her ass and squeezed.
Brittany Pierce knew exactly what to do to get this crowd coming back for more. She came up for air and the three bartenders laughed and took more drink orders.
"Hey Britt, that hot ginger is making eyes at you again. You gonna do something about it this time?" Mercedes pointed out the girl, who was standing a little way down the bar, staring at Brittany. Brittany looked back and winked right at her, causing the girl's face to redden, matching her hair colour.
"Oh yeah, she's in for the time of her life" Brittany danced down the bar, coming to a stop as she faced the ginger girl.
"Hey red," Brittany winked at the girl "you look like a fruity drink kinda girl, I've got just the ticket" Brittany turned and spun bottles in her hand as she made the girl a drink. She added an umbrella and slid it over to the girl.
"Thanks, I'm Abigail, what's the drink?" Red took the drink and slipped the straw in her mouth, never taking her eyes off the Blonde.
Brittany smirked, "It's called a Brazilian, ever had one?" Brittany winked again as the girl choked slightly. She laughed and threw a dazzling smile to the bartender.
"Keep going the way you're going and you'll find out soon enough"
Brittany was in. She knew it. Red knew it. Hell Mercedes's knew it ten minutes ago. Brittany knocked yet another shot back.
"Hey Red, say, d'you wanna be part of my next performance? I'd like to get acquainted with your girls and I just get off on being watched" Brittany held her hand out as Abigail agreed with a sly smile and downed her drink. The red head knew what kind of performance the bartender called Brittany was talking about, she'd been here enough times to know.
She grabbed Brittany's hand and climbed up onto the bar. Brittany held her hand and walked her down to the centre, she was a gentleman that way.
Brittany laid Abigail down on the bar as Mercedes and Sam grabbed two different types of spirits each. Brittany grabbed her hair and tied it up as the crowd rushed around, forgetting the music, they could dance in one of the other rooms, there was only one reason you came down to the basement, and that was for a real freaky time.
"Now for my next act" Brittany began, with a faux showman's voice "my lovely assistant Red will magically lose her top!" Brittany whooped as she pulled Abigail's vest top over her head, she wasn't wearing a bra and her boobs jiggled. The crowd screamed right along with Brittany as Sam and Mercedes poured a concoction of Tequila, Vodka, Malibu and Sambuca over the girl, making sure to cover her chest.
Brittany grinned at the girl, to make sure she was ok with this, who winked back. No time like the present Brittany thought as she leaned down and sucked one nipple into her mouth. She ran her tongue all along the girl's chest and went to town on the other nipple. She could hardly hear the roar of the crowd as she focused on getting all the drink off.
She popped the nipple back out and smiled at the way everybody seemed enraptured with her performance. She sat back up and smiled down at Abigail, winking to let her know she did a good job.
"Hey Britt, you are killing it today girl. Bringing that green in" Brittany looked over to the man that had just joined them. Noah Puckerman, or Puck to almost everyone, her boss and best friend. He owned this club with his friend Finn Hudson. The three of them knew each other from high school in this very city, New York.
Puck had lucked out when he was left money by his grandmother when he turned 18. He joined forces with Finn when they were all 21 and decided to buy this warehouse like building. He converted it into a club with three floors, taking ideas from various clubs in Europe to make the only real club that catered to everyone. He decided to build a room for each crowd, with the top level a more fancy establishment for the older crowd who wanted to drink in a relaxed atmosphere. The main floor was a general club with different nights geared towards different crowds. This included student nights, where the drinks were cheap, raves, foam parties, glitter canons, cheese nights and the odd mature night every month.
Brittany thought this last one was just an excuse for Puck to get his fix for cougars and milfs.
The last room, and the one that Brittany most enjoyed working in was the basement. Down here, the weird and wonderful converged. From drag queens, to leather freaks and the curious to people who just wanted a good time. Brittany loved pushing the boundaries and people loved her doing it. In this room, she could be anyone. She didn't have a past or problems. Nobody hated her down here.
She looked back at her friend, who's eyes were zeroed in on Abigail's chest. She rested her hands on the body in front of her, feeling the muscles tense and contract under her.
"You know it Puckerman, I was just about to take my break in a sec." Puckerman scoffed, knowing exactly why she was going to take a break. He was looking at the reason right now.
"Excuse me, are you Noah Puckerman?" Noah and Brittany looked up, the latter absentmindedly stroking the ginger hair of her companion. A girl with fascinating green-hazel eyes and a short bob looked back at the pair. She was stunning, radiating beauty. She looked pure and her voice was almost regal.
Noah grinned and took the girl's hand, kissing the back of it. "Why yes I am, how can I help you tonight?"
The girl grimaced slightly but continued on "I'm Quinn Fabray, I'm meant to start working here tonight. A boy upstairs, I think his name was Mike, told me you were down here."
"Oh yes Quinn! You'll actually be working up the top room, beautiful views and the pace is much more relaxed than the other two rooms. It's just this way" Puck winked at Brittany and led Quinn away, up the staff staircase. Figures, Brittany thought, that a girl like Quinn Fabray would be working that room, with Rachel and Kurt. Good luck with that.
Jesus Christ.
She looked back at the girl who was still lying topless on the bar, like a puppy waiting for the next command. Brittany smiled at the girl and lifted her up, she winked at Mercedes and let her know she was taking a break. Mercedes just smiled and shook her head softly, knowing exactly what kind of breaks Brittany took.
Brittany led the girl to the back room, grabbing two shot glasses and two bottles along the way, the room reserved for the bartenders of the basement. She threw the girl's top over the other side and led Abigail to the couch. She went to her bag and got out the little pick me up.
"Red, you've been wonderful tonight, I'd love to reward you. Before that, I wonder if you want to play a little game first." She lifted the baggie in the air, shaking it a little. Abigail smiled and nodded her head.
Brittany walked over and set up the game she had in mind. She poured a line each and set up a cocaine liquid shot next to each line. She handed the girl a rolled twenty dollar bill and rolled her own bill.
Brittany smirked at Abigail as they both leaned down. "I'll race you to the end Red, on three" Brittany counted down and the two girls snorted their lines as fast as possible, slamming down the shot at the end.
"Wooh winner, winner, chicken dinner! I can't feel my face! How you old up Abs?" Brittany grinned as she looked at her companion who was laughing along with her.
"Great, would you like to collect your reward now?" Abigail whispered seductively as she pulled her hot pants and thong off in one go.
Brittany's eyes widened as she grabbed the last of the baggie and crawled over to the sofa. She grinned up lecherously at the girl and grabbed her ankles, pulling her nearer and settling between the outspread limbs. She poured the rest of the cocaine along the girls naval and put her nose to the start. She quickly snorted along as the girl moaned beneath her.
She looked at the glistening core in front of her and wasted no more time. Going to town with her tongue and fingers, using her god given gift to make Abigail scream her name in record time.
The morning light blinded Brittany as she, Finn, Puck and Tina, a girl who works in the main room, exited the club and headed to the diner they usually frequented after working. It was six in the morning and Brittany had slowly been crashing ever since her drug fuelled sex party that she and Abigail had earlier on in the night. She took Abigail's number and promptly 'lost' it. She had fun, but she wasn't about to marry the girl for fucks sake.
They entered the diner laughing and joking and greeted Joe, who was used to the four guests that had been coming here for the past two years.
"So Puck, Tina, that Quinn chick. Seems like a nice girl, know anything about her?" Finn asked, his mouth full of egg. Brittany frowned and wiped her shoulder of the food that had been ungraciously spat on her.
Puck shrugged, the only thing he gathered from the girl was that she was 21 and wanted some extra money. Tina finished her mouthful before explaining that Quinn went to NYU and lived near the club with another girl, her best friend who she was going to be bringing to Puck's party tonight as the club was closed for the night. Puck had paid for the whole place to be cleaned.
"What's up with you Britt?" Puck looked at his friend, who's eyes were half closed. She was hardly eating and didn't seem to be listening to the conversation going on around her.
"There's just so many words" Brittany whispered as she hovered her hands around her head. Puck and Tina rolled their eyes at their friend, knowing that she must be crashing. They knew what she did to get through these nights, but sometimes she would crash really hard and they wished she would take it easy on her body.
They paid when everyone had finished eating and left, Tina leaving to go back to her apartment a few blocks away as Brittany held onto Finn and Puck as they trudged back to their apartment. Another successful night all round, Brittany thought as she grinned to herself.