I do not own Glee or any of the characters, except Nicole! This is my first story, so review and let me know if you want me to continue. It's a short first chapter until I know if anyone wants me to continue.

Rachel Berry walked into the producer's office complex. She had wanted this part for so long and she had worked her ass off at NYADA for four years. After high school graduation, Rachel lost touch with everyone she ever knew from Lima, well, except her fathers. She lost herself in the bright lights, the Broadway fantasies, and NYADA. Her dreams had all come true...except for the being on Broadway thing.

Her roommate, Nicole, had given up on her broadway dreams months ago, succumbing to the fact that she wasn't good enough. To pay rent, Nicole started stripping and sleeping with businessmen and congressmen. (Okay, there was the occasional woman she brought home, but Rachel tried to look past that.) Although she had given up, she supported Rachel 100%.

But anyway, back to Rachel. She walked into the producer's office complex with her resume in hand. The pretty blonde called her name and she went back to the room where she'd perform something that WASN'T "Don't Rain on My Parade." There was something unusual about this audition, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that she had wanted this part for the longest time. Maybe it was the fact that the pretty blonde looked oddly like Quinn Fabray. When she walked into the room, a familiar face was sitting behind the desk.

"Rachel Barbra Berry."

"Noah Puckerman? I'm not quite sure I understand. Is this a joke? You're producing Evita?"

"Sure am, babe. The pool cleaning business went under and I got involved with a loaded cougar. She died, leaving every penny to me. So here I am."

"I...I...you know this show was my dream. I don't think I could audition for you without thinking I could get the part simply because of who I know...um..knew."

"HA. You really think I'd just give you this part? Please, Rachel. I've got girls lined up for Eva. Sutton Foster, Megan Hilty, even Elena Roger. You're going to have to work just as hard as they do for this part. They've got established careers, babe. You don't. You don't even have off-broadway credit."

What Rachel did next was something she didn't think she would ever do.

"What if...I persuaded you, Mr. Producer? I could do this..." Rachel slowly dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. Even soft, it was long and thick; everything she thought it would look like in high school. She massaged it with her petite hands until it was hard.

"Oh, Mister Producer. What a lovely cock you have." "Rae, shit. What are you doing? At least let me lock the door." "Nuh uh uh, Mister Producer. Let me show you what you've been looking for. Have any of the other girls done this?" She took his entire length in her mouth with ease, humming as she bobbed up and down. Puck moaned and pushed her head into him, leaving his cock down her throat. "Rae, not here. Not now." She pulled back and looked at him, shocked. Noah Puckerman was telling her no? No one ever told her no when it came to blowjobs. For Christ's sake, she didn't have a gag reflex.

"Rachel Berry, you will meet me at this address at 9 o'clock. I advise you to not be late. Come wearing the specified outfit, no panties, no bra. Got it?"

"Uh huh..." Rachel was shocked at the sharp tone he developed. She had never known him to talk like this.

"What did you just say?"

"Um...uh huh?"

"That simply won't do, now will it Rachel? I'm master and you will address me as such. 'Yes, master' or 'No, master' is all that is required of you. Understood?"

"I, uh, yes, Master."

"That's a good girl. Be where I told you at nine."
"Yes, master."

And with that, Rachel walked out of his office, unprepared for what was to come that evening.

Okay, should I continue? I have a few ideas as to where to go from here.