Summary: Bon Vivant - A person who enjoys a sociable & luxurious lifestyle.
Senior Year is finally here. The Gleeks have decided that it's time to break away from the shackles of their small minded town…in the best of ways.

A/N: First, this is not solely a Mercedes & Rachel story. They feature heavy in all aspects of it, and are at the epicenter, but it's not just about them. To the anon that asked for a Mercedes & Rachel fic, if you're reading, this IS NOT it. I'm still working that one out; although I'm sure you'll enjoy this chapter. If you look close enough you'll see a little bit of plot. Outside of that this is really a collection of every dirty thing that has gone through my twisted imagination; there are … hmm … many interesting things going through my head pretty much twenty-four seven and I figured I should do something with them. With that said not everything in this will be for everyone. This story will include: orgies, girl!peen, man!gina, slash, femslash, & any other kinks that my muse may toss at me. I am also open to prompts; send me what you think up & if I can use it, I'll most certainly write it in & give you the credit for the idea.

Most of this will be in first person; if I do switch to third person it will be noted.

Currently Unbetaed; please excuse the mistakes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story itself. Glee belongs to R.I.B. If OCs are introduced, they will be noted.

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Prologue

Rachel's P.O.V.

I'm so sick of this. Can I not have one damn day of peace? There's only one more week of school left; you would think these assholes would have better things to do with their time than to continually fuck with me. It's like they're trying to get everything they can in before summer break starts.

Damn it! There goes another punching bag. Figgins is surely going to make me pay for that one. It's the forth one I've busted over the past month. I've been coming down to the school's weight room for the last two months. It used to be just after school a couple days a week to work out my frustrations; but these past three weeks I've been coming down here every day. I've even skipped classes sometimes; like today. I should be in Glee right now but it's my last class of the day and then there's our regular club meeting right after and I just can't deal with the fucking drama right now. Schue's been getting on my ass because I've been giving away solos; he says I need to start participating again, whatever that means. I scream I want solos, I'm a selfish bitch that needs to learn to be a team player; I turn down solos, and I'm not 'participating' enough. I can't bloody win for losing.

I've had to change my clothes three times today. Three. Fucking. Times. What the hell? I hate this school! Half of these fucktards can't even read at their grade level but they call me the loser. I should probably stop beating the hell out of this punching bag because sand is starting to spill everywhere with each new punch I throw, but right now, I don't care. If I don't keep myself occupied down here, I'm going to fucking go ham and these idiots won't know what hit them.

I got slushied early this morning. Oddly enough, I was okay with that. Usually that means that I won't have to deal with it for the rest of the day; but not today though. No, I got slushied again at lunch and then again walking to sixth period. I swear I wanted to break Azimio's arm off for that shit. It's always him or that jackass from the Rugby team. Luckily Tina and Mike were nearby and we snuck into the Cheerios' locker room so I could get cleaned up. There may have also been some stress relieving activities involving both of their mouths on my rod and Mike and I double penetrating Tina and fucking her till she couldn't even tell you her name. Sex with those two is always fun.

Mike had accidentally walked in on me changing at a Glee party I had a couple of years back. He said he'd keep my secret which I knew meant he'd only tell Tina. Later on when the party was over and people started crashing they ended up in my room and one thing led to another and I lost my virginity that night.

Yeah, that's right; I'm not built like other girls. And you know what? I'm getting pretty sick of hiding it. Now that I think about it I suppose I hide a lot of things. The state of my anatomy below the belt, the fact that when it comes to sexuality I suppose I'd be labeled bi but I prefer to think of myself as a fluid lover, the fact that even though they get on my nerves I think the Unholy Trinity are beyond hot and almost every time I look at Santana's ass my dick gets hard and I want to take her somewhere and fuck her senseless, the fact that I can't stand argyle and I only wear it so the slushies don't fuck up my cute shit, the fact that being in the same room with Mercedes turns me on even more than watching Santana, the fact that I'm a muay thai badass in fight club because I can put down dudes three times my size with one well placed kick, I'm really not supposed to talk about that one though; and last but not least, the fact that pretty much everything these people think they know about me is simply a mask I let them see.

I step away from the busted punching bag and move over to the wooden dummy. I only have a light wrapping over my hands because I forgot my gloves at home. My fists are starting to throb a little bit but I can take it. Hell I've dealt with much worse in fight club. Joining fight club is one of the best things that came out of me and Noah dating a year ago. Mike, Tina, and Matt are all in it too. For me it's mainly stress relief, but it's also good cash flow.

Puck's known about me since forever; we've had some very satisfying times together. Although whenever he starts talking to me about Mercedes I want to deck him. It's his fault I can't be around her too much anymore because I keep dreaming about her in my bed with my tongue, and other parts, buried inside her. Fucking boy; we've gotten into a habit of trading sex stories, not quite sure how that even happened, because he gets way more sex than I do. Which brings me back to my problem; the only reason he gets more is because I'm hiding. I mean nothing against Noah, he definitely knows how to work his mouth, but my dick is bigger and he doesn't have much technique. Sex is like an art form to me; and like everything else I want to know about, I've studied it in great detail.

So I guess now that I'm officially 'coming out' as they say, I'll just have to bide my time and take up residence in the weight room until this school year is over. But then again … I suppose that could be considered hiding too. Screw McKinley High School, I can't wait to get out of here.

The final bell just rang signifying the end of the school day. Good, the miscreants are leaving. This wooden dummy really isn't that stable; or maybe I'm just hitting it too hard. Whatever, better I break a few pieces of work out equipment than break the jocks that insist on messing with me; assholes.

Mercedes' P.O.V.

The first part of practice is finally over. Mr. Schue keeps looking towards the door and checking his watch waiting for Rachel to show up. Although from what I've heard I doubt she will today. Getting slushied three times in the span of a few hours is too much for anybody to take. I'm glad he's walking into his office and giving us a few minutes break right now. I think I'll go find Rachel and skip the rest of practice. We didn't make it past Regionals this year so I'm not even sure why we're having a meeting anyway. Tina told me Rachel would likely be in the weight room so that's where I'm heading. Rachel, Kurt, and I used to hang out a lot, but we barely see her outside of school and Glee stuff anymore. Kurt and I have wanted to talk to her about her absence but she's proven to be pretty slippery to catch lately. I can hear what sounds like some pretty heavy hits echoing into the hallway. I was hoping to catch Rachel alone but I guess someone is already in there with her.

Okay, didn't expect that. I'm standing in the doorway and the only person I see in the room is Rachel going to town and landing some pretty heavy blows on some wooden thing. Her hair is in a ponytail and she's wearing baggy basketball shorts and a sports bra. I don't think I've ever seen her looking that casual or … that pissed. I look around the room and notice sand pooled under a busted punching bag; I wonder if she did that. I glance back at her when I hear a cracking sound. Well, that answers my previous question. She just broke two pegs on the wooden thing she was practicing on and damn.

"Rachel!"

Half of the wooden post is now lying on the floor because she kicked the holy hell out of it.

"What are you doing here?" She asks me as she walks over to a bench and takes a drink of her water like nothing just happened.

"Um, lovely to see you too Diva."

"Sorry. Just … a little on edge."

"A little? I'd say you need some anger management."

"This is my anger management," she shrugs.

I suppose her breaking things down here is better than her hurting anyone and getting herself into serious trouble.

"What was that you were doing?" I'm curious, it looked kind of cool and it's obviously effective.

"Muay Thai. I've studied it since I was about five. Despite the destruction you see it actually helps relax me."

"You still look kind of tense to me."

She does look tense and dare I say … kind of enticing with sweat glistening on her muscles and what not. I did come down here to see if she's okay but I can't help my mind flashing to the very naughty things that Puck has told me about her. I've had some pretty intense wet dreams as a result. I made the mistake of telling Kurt about one of them and the boy tackled me with a bear hug and started singing something about his besties getting married. He's such the drama queen. Nobody's talking about getting married or even dating; quite frankly I just want to bone and see if what Puck's been saying is true or not. But of course I couldn't tell Kurt that, he doesn't know about Rachel's body build nor does he know that me and Puck have some very hot make out sessions at least twice a week. Hell, the boy doesn't even know I lost my virginity sophomore year. I guess no one here but the person I lost it to would though.

"I have a lot of stress to work off that's all. Shouldn't you be in Glee?" she asks as she takes a few steps away from me.

"I wanted to come check on you; see if you were okay after the slushie showers you got."

Something's up with her and I don't know what. Every step I take towards her she moves back. She's trying to make it look casual but I'm no fool. What is wrong with … wait a minute; I wonder?

"I'm fine, just a little pissed off that's all. Sorry again for snapping at you."

She says all that then walks over to the free weights.

"I understand that. Tell you what, I'll go change then you can maybe teach me some of those moves you were doing. What do you say?"

"I-I-I'm … I think I'm actually going to be leaving soon, so maybe some other time?"

Oh no Miss Thing, you're not getting off that easy.

"Come on Diva it's been forever since we hung out. Kurt and I do miss you, you know."

She's staring at the ground while setting the free weights back down so she doesn't see me in the mirror walking up behind her. She's a bit startled when she finally turns around. Her eyes slip down and she licks her lips while oogling my chest. Only a few seconds go by before she looks in my eyes again; but it was long enough.

"I can … probably talk to Puck or Mike would probably be better a-and see if he'll train you if you really want to learn; he's a much better trainer than I would be. I think you'd most likely hate me after just one training session."

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

"I'm n-not, I'm just saying, I mean … you know how I am in Glee when people start making mistakes; take that and multiply it by a hundred. That's how much of a stickler I am for proper technique when doing Muay Thai. I should um … probably clean a little bit of my mess up before I leave anyway so I don't really have the time to show you anything right now."

She mumbles the last part and tries to walk away from me but she doesn't get far; my hand squeezing her hip stops her movement. Her eyes close as I move closer to her and her breathing is getting heavy. I had to pull her to the side a little and that caused my hip to ghost across the hard-on I thought I'd seen forming earlier. Seems like I'm not the only curious one here.

"Why have you been avoiding me and Kurt?"

"I haven't been avoiding Kurt."

Her eyes are still closed while she talks.

"Then why have you been avoiding me?"

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," she whispers.

I can practically feel the heat coming from between her legs.

"Try me."

She takes a few deep breathes then opens her eyes and the look of lust I see in them is putting me in a state of overheating. She grabs my hip and pulls me closer while placing her hand over mine and sliding it up from her hip to her stomach. You could never tell from the fugly sweaters she wears but she has deliciously defined obliques and I swear you could bounce coins off her six-pack. She slides my hand to the top of her shorts and licks her lips.

"I've been avoiding you because," she guides my hand into her shorts until my fingers are wrapped around her thick length, "that happens every time I'm around you for more than a few minutes. It's become somewhat easy to control in Glee or our other shared classes, but in closer quarters … she kind of has a mind of her own. You can blame Noah for that."

"Oh really? Why would I blame him?"

I have a pretty good idea why, but I'm wondering what exactly Puck's been saying. Plus it gives me something random to talk about while I slide my fist up and down her cock. She closes her eyes and let's a moan escape her lips from the friction I'm creating. Puck really wasn't lying; she does have a lot going on down there.

"We've um, gotten into the habit of telling each other about our sexual interactions. He speaks very highly of you."

Her hand that was covering mine is now gripping my hip and pulling me just a little closer.

"You do know he and I haven't actually had sex right?"

I'm only saying that because Puck's a boy and they tend to exaggerate.

"He told me."

"What else did he tell you?"

"That your lips are as soft as they look … and your pussy taste better than cookies at Christmas time and … other things of that nature. It's all made me rather curious … a-and unable to control myself at times … as you can now see."

Yes, I can see. Her bulging anatomy is twitching in my fist. Touching it isn't enough; no. The leak in between my thighs could use some good pipe work. Thanks to Puck I've been having wet dreams of riding her pipe for awhile now; I think we'll have to make arrangements for that particular wet dream to come true.

"Mercedes."

The way she whispers my name sounds like a quiet moan, and all it does is make me wetter. Her eyes are closed again and my hand speeds up ever so slightly. I lean forward and brush my lips against hers. After a few minutes I grant her entrance and her tongue feels like velvet against mine.

Rachel's P.O.V.

I must be having the best daydream ever. Ow; I had to pinch myself to make sure. I'm actually kissing Mercedes while her hand is down the front of my shorts massaging mini-me. And it feels so fucking good; but I have to stop. If I don't, I'm going to want more and I don't want to assume that just because she's giving me a hand job and we're kind of making out in the middle of the weight room that it means she wants to have sex with me.

I pull her hand out of my pants and make a mental note that she seems reluctant to let go. She doesn't let me step out of our kiss though. She pulls out my ponytail and tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls slightly which makes me moan so she does it again. Having my hair pulled is a big turn on.

Puck does it a lot when I'm going down on him. He knows if he gives my hair enough tugs at the right intervals he's going to end up hiding a limp the next day because I fucked him so good. One time I even made him squirt out of his ass; how's that for skill.

My arms are wrapped around her waist and I'm holding her as tightly as she's holding me. I want very much to grab a hold of the two juicy looking chunks of flesh that are just below my hands right now, but again, I don't want to assume that it would be okay and ruin the moment. I can feel myself leaking precum and I know I really need to stop but her lips are so damn soft. I find the strength to pull away and I kiss her cheek and earlobe before swiping my tongue behind her ear and she makes the sexiest sound I've ever heard; I can't help but repeat the action so I can hear it again. I'm making another mental note to revisit that spot if this does go farther.

"We should stop," I barely manage to whisper.

"Why?"

I wasn't expecting that to be her answer; maybe there's hope.

"We're at school."

Not that I hadn't done things of this nature at school before, but that was behind a locked door. Anybody could have walked in on us and anybody could still walk in on us; and I want more than just a quick fuck right now.

"Then let's not be at school."

She looks at me to make sure she's getting the message across.

"Are you sure?"

A smile forms on her face and she answers with a nod.

"Okay, just let me get a quick shower first." I know I'm really sweaty right now & I'd like to be as fresh as possible if this is really going to happen.

While I showered I had her get her things from her locker and meet up with me at Figgins' office. He doesn't comment or ask questions, he just shakes his head and accepts the check I give him. He knows what it's for.

We walk out to my Audi and I put our things in the backseat then open the door for her. I see her checking out the interior as I slide into the driver seat.

"Tinted windows?" she asks.

"I like my privacy," I reply. She quirks her eyebrow and gives me a look that makes me blush. Mini-me is starting to twitch again because for a split second I thought about how much I enjoyed that privacy when I got to school this morning.

"And when did you last enjoy this privacy?"

Is she reading my mind right now?

"Um, this … morning," I answer nervously. I'm not sure how she's going to take that.

"Is that like voyeur tendencies or all the hot girls running around just got to you or something?"

"A bit of both maybe; it was only two girls and we were the only ones here."

"Ooo story time, do tell."

I have to chuckle a bit because she reminded me of Noah for a minute. I started the car up so I could put the a/c on. Right before I started talking we saw Principal Figgins leave the building. I don't know why, but I had to wait until he pulled out of the lot. Sex talk with him in sight was just not working for me. Once he left I turned to face her in my seat and just stared at her for a minute.

"What?"

"I'm sorry for staring," get it together Rachel she's going to think you're such a bloody tool, "I think you're really beautiful Mercedes."

And just like that I'm speechless again because she's smiling at me. I turn my head away from her for a bit to try to hide the fact that I'm blushing. Once I compose myself I begin speaking.

"Anyhoo; I got here really early today because I wanted to use the weight room before school started. I noticed the janitor wasn't here yet so I just parked, turned off the car and waited. After about ten maybe fifteen minutes Brittany pulled into the parking lot; well, skidded into the lot would be more accurate. All the spaces open and she parked right in front of me; her front end facing mine. I thought she was alone, but that was quickly disproven. As soon as the car turned off her seat dropped back, her legs went up and Santana crawled in between them."

"Well damn," Mercedes laughed.

"Oh it gets better. So, yeah I was kind of tempted to release some tension viewing that but it didn't take very long for Britt cum at all. I assumed that the reason I didn't see Santana in the first place is because obviously she was handling business on the drive over."

"Mmm, road-head is quite lovely," Mercedes interjected.

That makes me pause; I've never had road-head so I wouldn't know, but the way she said that definitely let me know that she'd received it. Of course my pervy mind is now wondering if I mention the fact that I've never had it would she consider doing it … ugh, focus Rachel; finish the story.

"So, once Britt got her legs back down she had the grand idea of getting out of the car and she pulled Santana with her. I just got this car so not many people know it's mine. They couldn't see me through the tinted glass but I got the feeling that Brittany knew I was there."

"How?"

"She winked at me."

"Gotta hand it to her, people can say whatever they want about her, but she is nothing short of bold."

"Believe me I wholeheartedly agree with you on that point. So the step out of the car and Brittany pulled Santana to lean on her as she leaned on the hood of the car. Santana was nervous for about five seconds because she couldn't tell if the car was occupied or not but Brittany whispered something to her and she calmed down. I don't know what she told her but while whispering to Santana is when Brittany looked right at me and winked. That's when things got really … interesting."

How does she expect me to keep talking when she's cupping me? And there goes my belt and button and zipper and … oohh dear God.

"I know that's not the end of the story Rachel."

No it's not woman; but it's kind of hard to talk when your hand is moving up and down on my dick. No pun intended.

"S-sorry," fuck that feels good, "they started kissing and Brittany started raising Santana's skirt up; she didn't … mmm … she wasn't wearing her spanks or underwear."

"Do you ever just want to hold her down and leave bite marks on her ass."

Bloody hell I think I'm falling in love.

"You too?" I swear I thought it was just me.

"I'm not blind. I keep my intimate thoughts close to the chest, but that doesn't mean I don't look. What about Quinn?"

"Oh God don't get me started on that work of art; can we say unf?"

She giggles and besides being beyond turned the hell on, it makes me smile.

"What happened next?"

Back to business; I do like how the lady thinks.

"They stayed in that same position for awhile; just kissing while Brittany had Santana's ass on display for me. After a few minutes I couldn't help it; I started jerking off. It was hot; Brittany obviously knowing I was watching. Then she," fucking hell, "oohh fuck!"

Okay, I know I said I wanted her to give me head, but I so did not expect to get it. Her mouth is so warm.

"Just because my mouth is occupied doesn't mean I'm not listening," she pauses for a moment to tell me.

"Right … sorry … mmm … okay," I take a few breaths before continuing, "Brittany spun Santana around and spread her legs. Our cars were close enough for Santana to rest her leg on so I got a really … really good view, she was so wet. In hindsight, had I been brave enough I would have joined them; or at least pulled them into my car."

I can feel the vibrations of her giggling against my shaft and believe it or not I think I just got harder.

"How bad did you want to feel her wetness around your shaft?" she asks me.

In all honestly because of the sex fog that my mind was in while I was watching, I might have promised her my first born child. But still…

"Not nearly as badly as I wish I could feel yours."

I make sure to hold her eyes while I answer her. Because I really don't think she knows how badly I've wanted her. I've had wet dreams about her that made me cum in my sleep. I've had to run to my car to relieve myself sometimes because I got so hot just watching her walk down the hallway.

I stare at her mouth as she holds her bottom lip captive between her teeth. The almost immediate reply I get comes out in the form of a deep grown. When my eyes meet hers again I see my own need looking back at me. That plants a question in my mind. Does she want me just as bad?

"Close your eyes," she orders me.

I do as I'm told without another word. I think about continuing the story but I don't think she wants to listen right now; so I lean back in my seat and enjoy the sensation of her mouth in my most guarded secret. I feel a bit of movement but it barely pay it any attention. I'm picturing me and her outside my car in the same positions Brittany and Santana were in. Only difference would be I'd lay her on her back and have her moaning my name while I moved inside her. The touch of her hand on mine brings me down out of the clouds a bit.

"Finish the story Rachel," her sultry voice assaults my ear drums.

She's moving my hand over smooth skin; feels like her thighs but … oh … my … damn. That's what that bit of movement was; she took her pants and panties off. I open my eyes a bit and I see she's positioned herself across the front seats in a way that will give me access to her lower region while she keeps doing what she's been doing. I'm glad now that I got the cushioned top for the median because that could've been hell on her ribs and as good as this feels, I would've stopped her because I don't want her uncomfortable. My eyes fall shut and my head falls back again as her hand guides mine over the back of her thighs and to her core. She's warm and wet and soft and her clit feels like its throbbing and … fuck I'm supposed to be talking.

"Um," I clear my throat to buy myself a bit more time to enjoy the feel of her, "so, Brittany made sure I had a really … really good view of her fingers making circles on Santana's clit."

I have to take a few breaths again because she's starting to moan and it sounds so damn sexy.

"Santana slid her hand under her Cheerio top and started massaging one of her breasts. Then Brittany moved her hand behind Santana and…"

I don't know if I'm going to be able to finish this story. She's killing me.

"She teased her a little bit and got her fingers really slick then entered her from the back with three fingers. They were going slow at first but I think Brittany realized we were all on borrowed time so she sped up and Santana's voice started echoing around the empty lot. Brittany held her tightly with her free arm around her abdomen. Santana used her free hand to rub her clit while Brittany whispered stuff in her ear."

I have to pause again. I can feel her walls clenching around my fingers; not that I'm complaining about the position we're in but I really want to feel them grip my dick like that.

"I-it didn't take … much longer for Santana to cum … and … I-I came at the … uuhh … same time she did."

Her hips are moving in time with my fingers, which happen to be moving in time with my hips. She's starting to stroke me faster as she sucks on the head of my cock. Her moans are getting higher and higher; I think she's as close as I am.

"Mer-cedes … aahh … I'm gonna cu…"

The syllable of the word I was trying to say gets cut off because I feel her walls clamp down on me and her hot juices start running down my hand. That pushes me right over the edge with her.

It's not until we've been still for a few moments that my brain starts processing. I just felt Mercedes Jones cum. I made Mercedes Jones cum. And … I came in her mouth at the same time. The more those lines repeat over and over again in my mind, the harder I feel myself getting again.

"Well well, you don't take long to rebound do you," she says as she looks at me and settles back into the passenger seat.

She makes no move to cover her exposed parts and neither do I.

"Noah obviously hasn't told you everything if that surprises you," I reply.

Her eyes seem to darken at that. Good. I want her to have that reaction. I want her to know how hot she makes me and how quick I can be ready for her.

Mercedes P.O.V.

Well damn; what does a girl say to that? My eyes are drawn to her sex as she slowly strokes it to full hardness. Neither of us pays attention to anything else until we hear car doors closing. Forgot all about Glee; everyone's leaving now. I see Brittany and Santana walking to Brittany's car; Santana gets in but Brittany … she's … is she staring at me? There's a smirk forming on her face and then she winks at me and gets in the car. She says something to Santana; I think I can guess what from the way Santana's jaw dropped as they pulled out of the space. I look back at Rachel when I hear her chuckling.

"I told you. Freaky isn't it?"

"Very."

"Not to be rude Miss Jones, but I thought we were supposed to not be at school," she says.

"Well if you're in that big of a hurry to get my clothes back on," I say with barely there smirk.

"Not at all, I'd just rather have more room to move around so that I am able to maximize your pleasure."

She starts to carefully tuck her hard-on away but I lean over and kiss her, halting her movement.

"Then start the car and drive, let me take care of this for you," I say as my fist curls around her thick shaft.

She does what I ask without question. Who knew Rachel Berry could be so submissive? One more week of school left; I think this is the start of what will be a very good summer.

To be continued…