"How about we play a little prank on the head Cheerio hoe, huh?" She said as she tossed her gun onto the metal table beside her.
Brittany frowned in confusion. The last thing she wanted to do was pull a prank on Quinn. She was not ready for that kind of drama in her life. Quinn could turn the whole school against her.
"I don't think-"
"Lie back Brittany." She said with a smirk. Her eyes were shinning. Santana had such pretty eyes.
Brittany did a she was told with a stupidly innocent expression on her face. She watched as Santana extracted a few thin tipped permanent markers from her metal table and scooted closer to Brittany.
"Her Cheerio brain is sort of soggy..." Santana said quietly as she undid the top button of Brittany's jeans. Brittany let out a shaky breath.
"She won't know the difference." Santana said, pulling down Brittany's zipper in a swift motion.
Oh god.
"Can you pull these down for me?" Santana asked. Her hand still lingering on Brittany's zipper while the other hand gripped her markers.
"Ehhm. Yea.. Yea sure." Brittany said, clearing her throat awkwardly. She was so nervous. Santana's penetrating eyes were zoned in on the bit of panty that was showing through her now open zipper and it was making her palms sweat.
Brittany slowly slid her jeans down so that the top of them sat right on her mid thigh, leaving her white and pink thong panties with pretty ponies all over it exposed for Santana.
Santana, who's eyes had never left Brittany's crotch region, slowly began to curl her lips up into a small crooked smile. The kind of smile that takes place when your trying to cover up a huge grin.
"You know..." Santana said. Her eyes still glued onto Brittany's panties. "I didn't need you to pull them down that far." She smirked, finally lifting her eyes to meet Brittany's.
Brittany turned a furious shade of scarlet. "Oh!..I'm..." Brittany started to say as she attempted to pull her pants back up but Santana stopped her hands from doing so.
"It's ok." She smirked. Brittany smiled and blushed, looking away bashfully. "It'll give me more room to work."
Brittany's breathing was becoming harder to control and her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Why did Santana have this affect on her?
"Cute panties by the way." Santana said with a wink as she rolled back a bit on her chair and gathered some wipes from a chest of drawers behind her. Brittany could only smile back. Her brain was going way to crazy for it to form a proper word let alone a sentence, and she was sure her face was getting a brighter and brighter shade of red by the-
Scar? Brittany was watching Santana as she gathered her materials, her shirt had ridden up slightly on her back, and just above her jeans on the corner of her lower back was a thick white scar. Brittany frowned at the mean looking scar on Santana's back but thought better of asking about it .
Santana had rolled back to face Brittany and was unwrapping some of the wipe packets.
"I'm gonna clean off the area anyway to remove any oils or lotions from your skin ok?" Brittany nodded and smiled once again, still not trusting her voice for a second and forgetting about the scar the instant Santana's beautiful face was by hers again.
"Can I?" She asked, nodding toward Brittany's underwear.
"Ye- ehm..um yea."
Santana smirked as she gently lowered the strap on one side of Brittany's panties. low enough to mark the space between Brittany's hip bone and pubic bone.
All this close proximity to Santana was making Brittany wet. So wet in fact, that she hoped Santana couldn't smell her arousal from where she was sitting. Oh god... But part of her kinda hoped she could.
"So tell me Brittany..." Santana said, her voice smooth and low as she began to free hand Brittany's tattoo with one of the markers. "How come you wanna be a Cheerio so bad? You don't seem the type." She finished, eyes following her pen and slightly narrowing with concentration.
Type?
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked unevenly. Santana's pens really tickled.
"Well usually... if id be tattooing a Cheerio right now, I'd be just about ready to tattoo my eye balls... Or theirs." She winked.
"Not the easiest bitches to get along with." She added.
"Oh!" Brittany giggled. "Tell me how you really feel Santana!" Brittany joked, and she was really glad she did, because Brittany received the most beautiful smile and chuckle in return. It made her stomach dance in an amazingly unsettling sort of way.
"Yea well, you asked." She replied, and returned her attention to Brittany's faux tattoo in the making.
"So you think this'll work? I mean, they've got to know the difference between ink and a marker right?" Brittany asked skeptically.
"Please!" Santana snorted abruptly. Brittany jumped a little. "Quinn wouldn't know what's real or fake if it hit her over the head. She lives in a total dream world that girl."
"You seem to really hate Quinn." Brittany said, hoping she wasn't overstepping.
"Nah. I don't hate her... She's just a stupid kid. I've known her since she was a baby." Santana said, shrugging her shoulders. Brittany noticed she seemed like she was a little sad, almost like she was kinda of disappointed when she mentioned Quinn.
Wait, hold on...Since Quinn was a baby?
"How old are you?" Brittany blurted. Ugh! Who asks a woman that question? Real smooth Brittany.
Santana smirked and looked up from her work and straight into Brittany's eyes. "What would you guess?" Santana teased, smirk still firmly in place.
Shit. "Ummm...I dunno, nineteen... twenty?" Brittany said, low balling it in the hopes of flattering Santana. Brittany could tell she was a few years older than that. Not that she looked old. No way. Just adult, experienced, womanly. Geez she totally screwed this up.
Santana chucked. Maybe she hasn't screwed it all up.
"Try twenty six, little miss charmer." Santana said, with a low laugh as she resumed her work.
Twenty six. That's what? Nine years older? I could totally date Santana. It's happened. It's illegal, but its happened. And why shouldn't it?
"Oh, cool." Brittany said. God, what a way with words.
"So ponies.. Is that your favorite animal?" Santana asked, adding some red to her work.
What?
"What?" Brittany asked, utterly confused.
"Your panties. They have ponies.." Santana smiled, her eye brow arched high in question.
Brittany stuttered under her gaze. She was a total mess today. "Oh!" She blushed. Avoiding total eye contact with Santana. " I, um... They're kinda good luck."
Santana's eyes lit up at that response and then darkened almost instantly after. She looked back down at the panties which outlined Brittany pussy perfectly. They were small and you could tell that Brittany shaved, her skin around her underwear was smooth and pale. You could even she the slit of her pussy lips if you were close enough and Santana was defiantly close enough.
Brittany inhaled sharply from all this pussy attention she was getting, shaking Santana out of her gaze and back toward Brittany's face.
"So, did they work today?" Santana asked boldly. Brittany had to think about her question for a second, she had been side tracked into pussy street. She gulped when she remembered her lucky panties.
Laughing nervously Brittany nodded her head. "I coulda been laying here getting pricked by a needle for the past half hour, so yea, I'd say they worked today."
Santana nodded. "I see it a little differently though. I think I was the one who saved your ass from my little tattoo gun over there." She said with a devilish grin.
Before Brittany could respond she felt a quick snap on her hip and an "All done" from Santana, she had snapped her underwear for emphasis. Brittany smiled and looked down to see Santana rolling back to the drawers behind her, there was that scar again.
Brittany sat up on her elbows to inspect Santana's work a little closer and wow! Santana was good. It looked like a real tattoo! She shivered when she realized just how freaking low Santana had lowered panties. Any lower and you'd be able to see her pussy lips.
"Santana this is amazing! How'd you make it look so real!" She asked, looking at Santana with an awed expression.
"Its all in the fingers." She winked.