A/N: So I've been reading some Quinn/Mercedes pairings over the past couple of days and I got inspired. The premise for this story is based on a short story of the same name that is featured in Zane's Sex Chronicles by Zane.
If you like erotica check out this woman's books, I personally recommend Purple Panties & The Sisters of APF.
Also, I changed the viewing title because it was pointed out to me that it may be against the rules to have some words in your viewing title.
Disclaimer: I own only the story itself. Glee belongs to R.I.B. & Zane's Sex Chronicles belong to Zane.

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The Pussy Bandit

Chapter 1 - Tell Your Friends About Me

It started off innocently enough. It was barely a shadow of a thought as the blonde lay on her bed reading an erotica novel. As she turned page after page she became painfully aware of the ever growing tightness in her jeans. By the end of the short story and a few Kleenexes later, she had started to form a plan in her mind.

It wasn't the first time she had come up with a plan. She just never had the courage to follow them through. She'd known her crush since elementary school. Growing up in a small town like Lima, Ohio that tended to happen. By middle school, she knew she liked girls the way her grandparents said she should like boys.

Quinn's parents had died while on a cruise. Luckily for her, custody wasn't granted to her grandparents. Judy and Russell Fabray had left instructions in their will for Quinn to be raised by Judy's favorite cousin Holly Holliday. Judy didn't want her daughter being raised under the ridiculously strict and prejudiced household she was raised in, especially with the unique physiology the girl was born with.

Holly accepted her niece for everything wonderful that she was and frequently encouraged her to at least try and win the heart of her crush. But despite how popular Quinn became in high school, even earning a reputation of having a way with the ladies, she remained rather shy where her crush was concerned. When the Glee Club, that both girls belonged to, did performances for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Quinn damn near fainted when she saw Mercedes Jones in her costume. Her best friend Santana Lopez had teased her for weeks after about it.

Santana was built like she was, so she understood Quinn's reaction. It was the same reaction she had when she watched another club member by the name of Rachel Berry perform Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Me. But Santana was not as shy as Quinn with her crush, not by a long shot. She started dating Rachel a week after the Rocky Horror performance and they were still together. Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, and Rachel had all ended up going to NYU. Santana had said it was fate telling Quinn to get a move on. So now, she decided, she would finally listen.

The blonde waited until the weekend and picked three girls. The first girl ended up having a movie marathon in her dorm room, so she had to be skipped. But the second girl, Quinn caught her coming out of the shower. The wavy-haired girl had been a bit scared at first. Anyone would be if they stepped out of the shower and saw a figure in black sitting on their bed. Quinn didn't say anything. She simply stared at the girl and studied her facial expressions. The girl, whose name was Charlotte, shivered slightly. Water was dripping from her hair and she was only wrapped in a thin towel. Confusion was in her eyes as she looked at the lit candles and smelled their sweet scent. Her questioning eyes then landed on Quinn.

"A-are you g-gonna hurt me?" she asked timidly.

Quinn rose from the bed and walked until she stood directly in front of Charlotte. She slowly raised her hand so as not to alarm the girl and gently cupped her face. She shook her head as she wiped away a trail of wetness that she knew wasn't water from the girl's cheek.

"No Charlotte," she began with a husky smokiness in her tone, "I just want to make you feel better."

Quinn started slowly, kissing the girl on her forehead then peppering her face with more kisses. She moved to her lips and stayed there until she felt the other girl's hand slide over her shoulder and behind her neck. She picked the girl up and carried her bridal style to her bed. She removed Charlotte's towel and lavished her body with her mouth and tongue until she exploded from the attack Quinn's tongue was waging on her clit. Charlotte fell asleep right after whispering a barely audible thank you. Quinn blew out the candles and crawled back through the window she came in, shimmied back down the drain pipe and headed across campus to another girl she'd observed during the week. And just because she had the time and was beginning to very much enjoy her work, she visited three more girls that night alone. Saturday night she did the same thing and each encounter ended much like the first had. One of the girls had stayed awake just long enough to ask her for her name. She already had one foot dangling out the window when she looked back at the brunette with a smirk on her face.

"They call me the Pussy Bandit. Tell your friends about me." And with that said she was gone.

Shawna did exactly what Quinn asked. After waking up from her orgasm induced sleep, she Tweeted about the Pussy Bandit. By Monday morning campus was all a buzz with stories of the Pussy Bandit. How gentle he was, how sexy his husky voice was, how absolutely amazing his tongue felt. Quinn giggled when Rachel and a friend of hers, who happened to be none other than Charlotte, had started talking about it with one of their study groups. Rachel asked why no one knew what he looked like and Charlotte said his face was covered. All she could see was his eyes and mouth.

The funny thing was that Mercedes and Santana were in a study group a few tables over from Quinn and Rachel's. Unbeknownst to each group they were talking about the same thing. Santana turned her head to look at her blonde best friend, a knowing smirk forming on her face. The only reason all the girls thought Quinn was a guy was because of the hardness they felt between her legs as she slid down their bodies. Santana surmised that Quinn probably wrapped her breasts to conceal them and most likely didn't let any of the girls touch her intimately. Quinn felt eyes on her and she looked down the row of tables and locked eyes with Santana. Seeing the smirk on the raven-haired girl's face Quinn just knew Santana had figured her out. She looked away when she felt her phone buzz and shook her head smiling as she read the text.

'So Pussy Bandit you practicing for your woman?' – S

'Something like that.' – Q

'Bout damn time you got in the game Fabray." – S

'Yeah yeah.' – Q

'Oh & for the record, she thinks this Pussy
Bandit guy is kinda awesome.' – S

Quinn smiled as she put her phone away and rejoined the conversation at hand. She would eventually work her way up to the sexy dark chocolate woman she desired. But until then she'd continue to let the mystique of the Pussy Bandit woo the women of campus, particularly one Mercedes Jones.

To be continued…