Author's note: Here goes my first fic. I've had this idea floating around in my head for a while, and I'm finally getting around to doing it. I hope you guys enjoy. Reviews and constructive criticism very welcome. xoxo
Chapter one
It was safe to say that Santana had been freaking out. She was supposed to be getting married tomorrow; to a man she had no feelings or attraction towards. This was a complete disaster, and she only had her own father to blame. Who, in this day and age, still arranged marriages? It was completely ridiculous, but there was just no getting through to him. 'A deal is a deal, Mija. You'll learn to love him, I promise.' That was his explanation for forcing his youngest daughter to marry against her will. What hurt the most, however, was that she didn't feel comfortable enough to tell him the truth: that she would never, ever love Sam. Not because he wasn't nice and caring; oh no, he was an amazing man, and if circumstances were different, Santana was sure she'd eventually end up falling for him. But Santana wasn't into guys, and that's something she couldn't change. And even if she could, she wasn't sure if she'd even want to.
Not wanting to freak out too much, the Latina decided to go out for a bit and clear her mind. She didn't even bother to take her phone with her – she really didn't need to be distracted right now – and just shoved her house keys and purse into her bag, before grabbing her car keys and driving away.
She wasn't sure where exactly it was that she wanted to go, she just knew that she needed to relax and take a breather. After aimlessly driving around town for an hour or two, her mind wandered to a conversation she had with her best friend Quinn a while back. She mentioned something about a lesbian strip club that was apparently well worth the money. Stopping by the side of the road, the brunette typed Strike Two into her satnav and sped away towards the destination as soon as the page was loaded. If there was one way she could be sure she'd be more relaxed, it was this. It didn't take her a long time to get to the club; she parked at the back of the parking lot, just in case someone could somehow trace her here – she didn't need anyone following her and creating drama for her and her father. She just wanted some time for herself.
Walking into the club, the caramel skinned girl felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Looking around for a moment, she knew that watching a few pretty girls strip wouldn't be enough for tonight. And when a certain blonde beauty caught her eye, she knew she was the one. "How much for her?" Santana asked quietly pointing towards the mysterious girl, as she approached the man who seemed to be in charge around here. He answered immediately and the sum suggested actually made her jaw drop. But she didn't care, she needed this. Taking out her purse from her bag, she reached for a bill of notes and passed it to the guy without a word, her eyes now glued to the girl that would soon be hers.
Not wanting to interrupt the blonde or her act, Santana waited patiently, watching her from the corner she had slowly strolled to, with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk dancing on her lips. A half hour had passed, but it went by so fast it might as well have been five minutes. The Latina hadn't moved from her spot once, afraid to miss even one tiny movement of the dancer's body.
The blonde had a smile as she walked off the stage; it was so clear she loved her job and that drew the Latina in even more. The guy she had talked to and paid earlier was making his way to the mystery woman, his face all business and no pleasure. A stern boss. The dancer looked him dead in the eye as he dragged her away to the other side of the room to talk. Her face looked intense and concentrated for half a second, before she stared nodding with an even bigger smile than she had on before. The blonde's piercing blue eyes scanned the room and landed on Santana. She froze, her breath hitching in her throat. Even being across the room, she made the Latina's skin crawl.
The blonde sent a smile in Santana's direction, quickly mumbled something to her manager and started making her way over to the brunette. Even from the way she walked, you could tell that she was excellent at her job. Her body screamed seduction and every step she took towards Santana made her chest burn with anticipation.
"My name's Chastity," she murmured, closing in on the Latina, her long pale arms snaking their way around her waist. "And I will be your stripper for tonight." Her thin lips curled into a smirk before pressing herself tightly against the brunette, enveloping her mouth with her own. Santana's chests nearly exploded with the sudden, crazy beat of her heart. She didn't waste any time, kissing back hard, running her hands up Chastity's long, lean back, then scratching her way down. "Should we take this somewhere a little bit more intimate?" The taller girls whispered against Santana's lips, not really waiting for an answer as she grabbed her hand tightly, dragging her off into one of the many rooms available in the establishment.
It was one of the most private rooms in the building, Santana made sure of that in a very brief chat with the manager when she paid him for Chastity's services for the night. The walls were covered in a red, padded velvet and the room was surrounded by black couches of the same material. In the middle of the chamber stood a stray bed, covered in black and red silky covers, everything colour coordinated. Santana's eyes managed to look around the room only for a few seconds before her attention was brought back to the blonde beauty whose time she paid so much for. She'd been saying something.
Santana cleared her throat, scanning the blonde's body from head to toe. "What…?" she asked for clarification, giving her a slightly sheepish smile, only to get an even brighter one from Chastity.
"What's your name?" she repeated, closing the door behind them and pushing the Latina against it with slight force. Seizing her wrists with lean fingers, the blonde pinned Santana's arms high above her head, trailing a soft line on her neck with the tippy top of her nose and placing a hot, open mouthed kiss at the base of her jaw.
The Latina's knees weakened, Chastity's grip on her arms the only thing keeping her upright. Closing her eyes tightly, Santana sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting to stifle a moan. "S-Santana." She managed, as the dancer's lips and teeth danced along her jaw, and down her neck. Chastity set fire to Santana's skin wherever she touched it, and the brunette couldn't remember feeling this way in a really long time, despite the current circumstances. She knew this meant nothing; paying for someone's touch, but it still made her feel more alive than Sam ever could.
Chastity smirked against Santana's skin, making it crawl with goose bumps. "That's pretty." She murmured, biting into the brunette's neck, only to smooth it over with the hot flesh of her tongue.
At this point, the darker skinned girl felt the need of control burning through her veins. She wriggled out of Chastity's grip, grabbing the blonde's hips and kissing her hard. With passion and desire guiding her, Santana took steps forward until the back of the dancer's legs met the edge of the bed, making them tumble over. The Latina smirked, pushing Chastity further onto the bed, straddling her stomach. The blonde wasn't wearing much; a cute black corset and lace-y underwear that connected to a pair of stockings. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to drive Santana crazy. Trailing her hands up Chastity's covered stomach, she cupped her breasts, squeezing as she leaned over to kiss down the blonde's neck and chest.
Responding quickly to the Latina's desperate moves, the blonde didn't waste time reaching for pants, undoing and taking them off in a matter of seconds. She didn't usually let herself feel anything towards any of her clients, but the way the brunette's body moved and connected with hers made her breath hitch in her throat. Chastity knew what her clients usually liked hearing and the sweet nothings that she always whispered into their ears came to her tongue naturally, but with Santana, it was different. When she murmured "you're breath-taking" in the middle of taking off the Latina's shirt, it wasn't rehearsed. It wasn't something she said many times a day. It was new.
Smiling briefly, Santana took in the compliment, not letting it get to her head. Chastity's corset was bound together by three bows at the front of the ensemble. Heading for the top one, she unwrapped the blonde like a present, one bow at a time.
Stifled groans and hushed whispers accompanied the exploration of their bodies. Soon all clothes were on the floor and sweaty, excited bodies merged together in a series of moans, whimpers and shudders. They pulled hair, bit skin, scratched backs and pumped fingers until both of them were too exhausted to even move an eyelid.
When Santana opened her eyes again, she was laying underneath the satin black covers, but the place in the bed where Chastity was not too long ago, was cold and empty. A small note on her pillow made the Latina frown. Didn't have the heart to wake you, felt like you needed this. Have a good one. –Chast. A small smile crept onto Santana's lips as she folded the note and started getting out of bed. Gathering her clothes, she got dressed and made sure her hair and make-up were perfect before she even thought about leaving the room. Nothing about her appearance could even remotely suggest where she had been tonight, especially considering she had to go back to her father's house to avoid seeing the groom the night before the wedding.
Putting her previously folded note into her jean pocket, Santana left the room, welcomed by a nearly empty club. It must have been later than she had realised, and they were closing up. Scanning the place, she hoped she would manage to catch a glimpse of Chastity, but to no avail. A little surprised by her disappointment, Santana looked around once again. The club looked different than it had when she first got here; it lacked the spark it had when Chastity was on stage calling all eyes to her. This late it seemed a bit sad and bare.
With a slightly unhappy sigh, the Latina left the club and made for her car, with a strong intention of coming back here and seeing the blonde beauty again. She didn't care, at this point, that tomorrow she would be marrying someone she didn't love or that she was being forced to spend the rest of her life in a passionless marriage. Her mind was filled with images of Chastity, and somehow that made everything a tiny bit better.