A/N: Wow, I'm flattered by all the alerts/favs and of course the many reviews this story got. Sorry for the slight delay and I hope you will all enjoy this chapter ;)

A/N 2: I want to write a quick reply to the anonymous reviewer that got confused regarding Santana's characterization: Santana approaches sex with men like a business transaction. They get the pleasure, she gets the money ( =popularity in hs). Hope I was able to clear that up.

Kudos to Howaboutno and Theveiledfairy for putting up with me and helping me with this story.

Brittany kept wiping her hands on her jeans. They were extremely clammy and therefore the perfect compliment for her nervous behavior. Puck had to practically carry her out of the car and into the building and now that she was here, standing in front of apartment number twenty-two, she was seriously considering making a run for it. There were no words to describe just how insecure she was feeling at the moment. She didn't even know what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to act around a prostitute. No one had given her any of advice except for Puck and the only thing he'd said was, "Pound her hard, champ," which was not in the least bit helpful.

She retrieved her cell phone from her pants pocket, swiping her thumb across the screen to check the time; it was already 5:58pm. She turned it off and tucked it away again and drawing in a shaky breath, Brittany lifted her hand and knocked on the apartment door. She was trembling a little, but didn't flee the scene.

"So far so good," she whispered to herself.

The seconds ticked away without anyone answering the door. Maybe Santana had turned her down in the very last minute, not that she could blame her for it. But if so, Rachel, the receptionist, would've told her, right? Yes, someone would've definitely told her. It could also be that Santana hadn't heard her. That was probably it. At least it seemed more likely. So Brittany wasted no time knocking again and this time, someone finally opened the door.

Brittany's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the woman in front of her. She had never in her life encountered someone so beautiful and so...scantily clad. She was standing there like a deer caught in head lights, looking back at a smiling Santana Lopez.

She took in her mesmerizing brown eyes, her wavy black hair, and her full, luscious lips. Then Brittany let her eyes travel down the rest of Santana's body. The woman was wearing what looked like a red bathrobe, only that it was sort of transparent so Brittany could easily make out what was underneath it. She saw a red bra and matching panties and suddenly, her cheeks took on the very same color.

"Hi," the woman greeted her, lips curling into a knowing smile. Never in her life had Brittany heard such a beautiful voice.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she could finally bring herself to stammer out a stuttering, "H-hey."

Santana kept smiling at her and it did things to Brittany. Her cheeks were burning and her body began trembling ever so slightly. It didn't help that she couldn't avert her eyes from the woman's cleavage. She knew that was sort of rude, but she had never seen anyone's boobs up this close since...well, since high school. Of course she had her own pair to look at, but that was a whole different matter. These ones front of her, covered by a red lace bra, were the real deal. It made Brittany so nervous, she feared she would puke.

"Come on in," Santana said, eventually stepping aside when Brittany didn't do anything, extending her right arm in a welcoming gesture.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Brittany took a tentative step forward. She entered the apartment, thinking, "One step at a time. Don't stumble. Don't you dare fall on your ass in front of her," which of course promptly led to her tripping over her own feet.

She heard the door behind her bang shut and felt a hand wrapping around her right arm to steady her.

"Are you okay?"

At the concerned tone of voice, Brittany closed her eyes for just a moment. When she turned around to face Santana, she gave her a forced smile and answered, "Yeah, I just..."

"You're nervous." Santana smirked knowingly at her.

"Don't worry," she soothed, "It's okay." Loosening her grip, her hand slid down Brittany's upper arm, stroking suggestively over her elbow before falling to back to her side. She kept smirking, but it was a warm kind of expression, neither wicked nor mischievous.

Brittany nodded quickly. "I'm sorry. All of this is just so new to me and kind of scary." When she realized that that had probably come out the wrong way, (at least in her opinion) she hastily added, "Not that you're scary or anything. I meant the situation which, you know, is kind of scary. You look totally hot and beautiful and...I think I'm gonna shut up now."

Her little rant made Santana chuckle, a sound she thought she could get used to. "Let's take this conversation to the sofa," Santana suggested.

Brittany could tell that she was amused, even though she had barely been in Santana's presence for more than a few minutes. She also could tell that there was nothing malicious about it either.

Honestly, if the roles were reversed, Brittany would've probably found the whole situation pretty funny, too. After all, she'd done her best to make a fool out of herself just now. Quinn always said she was like a bag of surprises: You never knew what you would get. You could never tell if it would be confident Brittany, sexy Brittany, or clumsy and embarrassed Brittany: tonight, Santana got to see the latter one.

Following after Santana, Brittany walked down the corridor and into the open living area. It was a big room with an adjacent kitchen to the right and a long glass front that offered a great view of the near surroundings. The apartment had pale hardwood flooring and walls painted white. Right in the middle of the living room, there were two sofas facing each other. One was black while the other one had a white covering. Separating them were two round tables, also one in black and one in white. It sort of looked a little bit like a Yin & Yang symbol, which Brittany liked.

Santana took a seat on the couch that was facing the glass front while Brittany sat down opposite her on the other one, throwing her jacket over the armrest as she did. She watched as Santana leaned forward, putting her elbows on her thighs and lacing her fingers together in front of herself. "Okay..." Santana sighed, her smile faltering. "Usually, at this point, I introduce myself and lay down some general rules, but.." she trailed off and Brittany saw that she was searching for the right way to put her words. "Look, I hate to be this forward," her voice sounded genuine and soft, which calmed Brittany. "But could you maybe...um, well, show me your...I mean, you know-"

"It's okay." This time, Brittany was the one to reassure, "You want to see it. I get that."

When Santana nodded, Brittany heaved a long sigh, her cheeks taking on a tinge of pink once again. She looked slightly embarrassed as she stood up, nervously fumbling with the button of her jeans. It took a moment for her to pop it open because her hands were shaking as she pulled down the zipper. She occasionally glanced up at Santana, who was looking at the place between her legs, body tense with anticipation. Slowly, Brittany brought her hands to her sides, then hooked her thumbs in her jeans and panties, deciding it would be best to just get this over with.

One motion later, her pants were pulled down a few inches, exposing what had been hidden by them to Santana. Brittany peered down her body self-consciously, assuring herself that everything was in place before she looked back up at Santana. The woman was ogling her cautiously so that Brittany could follow every movement of her eyes. Santana was tracing her addition with chocolate brown orbs, probably pondering her options. Brittany had read that she could basically call off the whole thing whenever she wanted (it was part of the contract) but she really hoped that wouldn't happen. The longer Santana stared at her though, the more she wanted for her to make a decision so this would be over.

As she continued staring, Santana subconsciously licked her lips. It was such a small, insignificant gesture, barely even noticeable, yet Brittany saw the whole thing playing out in slow motion, turning her knees to mush. Santana's lips were the most luscious and perfect ones she had ever seen and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss them. They looked so incredibly soft.

Something stirred in the pit of Brittany's stomach. The feeling was familiar in a way that made her panic and when it started to centralize in the place between her thighs, she almost toppled over trying to pull her pants back up. She hoped that Santana hadn't noticed the slight movement which had prompted her sudden cover-up. Those five minutes she'd been here had already made the top ten of her most embarrassing moments.

Santana raised an eyebrow at her as she buttoned up her jeans again, but Brittany chose to ignore it. She plopped back down on the couch, lips curled into a forced half-smile. Now it was Santana's turn to say something. After all, Brittany couldn't do much more than show her her secret and pray that it wouldn't freak the other woman out. She didn't like being that dependent and passive, but that was how it was.

Santana took her time to reply, which Brittany understood. It was probably not an easy choice to make. Again, if the roles were reversed, Brittany would've acted the same way.

"Well," Santana eventually drew out, "I have to admit, this really is a unique condition, but it's nothing I can't handle." In that moment, Brittany wanted to jump up from her seat and hug Santana. It was thanks to her hands that were clawing at the sofa cushion and the tables separating them that she didn't.

"So, let's start with the introductions then." Santana untangled her fingers and straightened her posture before she extended her right hand to Brittany. "I'm Santana Lopez."

Brittany had to skid to the edge of the sofa and lean forward so she could grab the offered hand. "I'm Brittany Susan Pierce. Nice to meet you." She grinned like she always did when she met new people.

The flash of Santana's white teeth as she smiled was a sight Brittany would probably cherish forever. She looked beyond beautiful with a smile so bright and genuine that it reached her eyes. At least Brittany knew now that she was making a good first impression. Maybe the fact that she'd acted all clumsy and shy wasn't so bad at all. She wondered if Santana found her cute, hoping against hope that that was the case. If not, then Santana was one hell of a good actress. Not many people could fool Brittany, who had a natural talent for knowing and reading people (except for Tina, but that was a whole different story).

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," Santana said as she withdrew her hand, her fingertips brushing along Brittany's palm softly. "I mean, you are one of the most well-known people in the world right now."

"Yeah," Brittany chuckled awkwardly. She still wasn't completely used to being this famous. "It's totally weird, but I guess that's how it's supposed to be."

Santana nodded, her expression polite. She waited a moment before she continued with what Brittany assumed was a practiced speech.

"Before we get started, I would like to make a few things clear." Brittany tilted her head to one side, encouraging her to go on. "There are some ground rules I will lay down for our encounters. If you stick by them, then you have nothing to worry about. If you don't, I will terminate our contract immediately."

The seriousness in Santana's voice made Brittany wonder if she had tended to people who had broken the rules before. "Got it," she quickly replied, curious to hear what those rules were about.

"Good," Santana told her matter-of-factly as if she was in business-mode. "Rule number one: No meetings outside this building. This is my job and just like other people, I strictly separate work and private life. For the nights we spend together, I'm yours. But the moment they are over, I belong to no one but myself."

Brittany had to frown at that. Of course Santana belonged to no one but herself. Even when they would have an appointment, she didn't want Santana to think that she belonged to her. Who did that, anyways? Santana was a free person and Brittany would treat her like one. The fact that Santana even had to come up with a rule like that was already slightly disturbing to her. If she hadn't been sure that Santana didn't want to be interrupted, she actually would've told her that.

"Rule number two: We can have sex on whatever surface and in whatever position you want, but that is all I will do. I know there are a lot of fetishes in this world and to each their own, but I will not perform anything I am not comfortable doing. If it ever comes to a point where you want more than I am willing to offer, my boss will gladly look for someone else to fulfill your wishes."

A puzzled Brittany quickly opened her mouth to clarify, "Don't worry, I-"

"Rule number three," Santana cut her off and her mouth snapped back shut. Brittany had to admit that her forcefulness was actually pretty hot. "I will never give up total control over a situation. We have blindfolds and silk ropes in this apartment and if you want to, we can use them, but never both things at the same time. At least not when I'm the one being blindfolded or tied up."

Nodding, Brittany waited for Santana to go on. Those three rules made sense to her so far and she was definitely going to respect them. She was certain that Santana had good reason to establish such specific guidelines. After all, it was her body the clients exploited for their pleasure. She should at least get to decide to what extent they were allowed to use it.

"Rule number four..." Brittany noticed that Santana hesitated for a second. Why, she didn't know, but it was very odd. "No physical violence in any capacity. A few claps to the ass are fine, but anything else will lead to you getting the boot. We have security here and if I have to, I will call them without blinking an eye." Brittany wanted to speak up at that, because again, she wanted to tell Santana that she would never do anything like that, but this time, Santana seemed to notice her reaction.

"I tell this to each and every single client. Don't take it personally."

"Okay," Brittany mouthed, a small, reassured smile playing at her lips.

"As for the fifth and last rule...well actually, it's more like advice." Santana's tone softened considerably, making Brittany wonder if this was a part of her speech. It sounded much more improvised than the rest did.

"If you have any questions or if you are insecure about something regarding sex, then just ask me. I mean, I'm a professional after all, so I know what I'm talking about," she joked to lighten the mood.

"I, um..." Brittany pondered if she should tell Santana that she was still a virgin. Not that she didn't know what to do during sex, that's what pornos are for, right? And Puck also liked to share his experiences with her from time to time, so she wasn't completely clueless. However, she figured maybe it would be better if she gave Santana the heads up. Just in case something went wrong.

"I haven't, you know...I mean, I've never done itbefore," she confessed sheepishly. When Santana's eyes widened a little, Brittany buried her face in her hands, embarrassed. She was a twenty-one-year-old virgin, of course Santana would react that way. She should've expected it. Not that she could hold it against Santana, though, even if she tried.

The unexpected sound of movement made Brittany lift her head again. The color drained from her face as she was met with the sight of a standing Santana slipping her shoulders out of her red see-through robe. Santana outstretched her arms to let the fabric slide further down until it fell to the ground, pooling around her bare feet. Her expression was determined, but incredibly sexy at the same time. Through the small gap between the two tables, she slowly sauntered towards Brittany. When she reached her, Santana bent down to take Brittany's hands into her own. She pulled them apart as she climbed onto the sofa, straddling Brittany's lap. Then she placed them on either side of her hips.

Brittany let Santana do her thing, still too shocked to function properly. Her hands were limp as they rested on Santana's hips. She felt the fabric of her lace panties beneath her clammy palms, the tips of her index fingers and thumbs grazing Santana's bronze skin. The new position gave Brittany a perfect view of Santana's covered breasts and her pants grew tighter and tighter the longer she stared at the other woman's chest.

"I'll teach you," Santana told her, her hands slipping under Brittany's shirt, flattening over her stomach and feeling her muscles tense under the intimate touch. "That's what I'm here for."

Looking up at her, Brittany nodded, then gulped. "Can I-" she hesitated, finally regaining the feeling in her fingers again only to claw at Santana skin. "Can I touch them?" her eyes traveled to Santana's breasts, then back up again.

Santana chuckled. "You can," she confirmed, lips curled into a seductive smile.

Wavering, Brittany released a shaky breath, her hands unmoving. She waited and waited, for what or why, she didn't know. Her arms felt like jell-o, wobbling to the rapid beating of her heart, with Santana's hips providing the only real anchor for them. This all just seemed too good to be true. For someone like Brittany to have such a beauty in her lap...it was surreal. Simply being in Santana's presence did things to her body that overwhelmed Brittany's entire being.

She could feel it, probably long before Santana even took notice. With every passing second, the bulge forming in her jeans grew bigger and harder. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but then Santana shuffled forward on her knees so that Brittany could spread her legs a little wider. It relieved the slight pain, but not the desire that kept growing.

And then, Santana lowered her hips.

"Oh," Brittany whimpered as Santana's center pressed down on her. She dug her fingernails into Santana's hips and closed her eyes. Now Santana definitely must've noticed.

To the sound of Brittany moaning, Santana started to grind against her. Her motions were out of this world. Brittany wondered if she had been a dancer before she took on this job. The way she moved her hips and arched her back told Brittany that she knew exactly what she was doing. She was driving Brittany insane with how perfectly she used her body. Not being able to draw her eyes away from the sight in front of her, Brittany let Santana mesmerize her.

Little jolts of electricity shot up her thighs, piercing through her groin and intensifying the throbbing in her member. Santana kept moving on top of her, gazing right into Brittany's blue eyes with sheer determination. Brittany wondered if Santana was always this vigorous. It almost looked like she was in business-mode again, but Brittany didn't get a chance to delve into it too much. Her heart skipped a beat when Santana covered her hands with her own, sliding them up her body.

Brittany squeaked and jumped a little in her seat as Santana placed their joined hands on her covered breasts. She pressed down on Brittany's hardness again while she squeezed Brittany's hands. Jaw dropping, Brittany felt the fullness of Santana's breasts in her palms, groping and fondling them almost desperately. Santana was still guiding her with her hands, encouraging Brittany to feel her up. She rocked her hands in circular motion and only let go once Brittany had caught on and did it all by herself.

If Brittany wasn't so pumped, she was sure she would've already fainted by now. The way Santana arched into her and rolled her hips so expertly left her a panting, quivering mess. Her hips jerked violently, body completely out of control as she bucked up against Santana. It was something Brittany had rarely experienced before. Only when she was dancing had she ever given up total control and just let her body spin and twirl whichever way gravity pulled her. This was totally different though, because try as she might, Brittany couldn't seem to regain that control over her body. She kept spasming beneath a smirking Santana.

"Want to take this to the bedroom?" The sultry voice of Santana pervaded her ears.

She did. She really did want to take this to the bedroom. Even if she was scared and breathless and her whole body felt like mush, she wanted for this to go on and on. Brittany had just resigned herself to calm down and say just as much, but then Santana snaked a hand between their bodies and cupped her between her legs. The touch was firm, fingers rubbing her through the fabric of her jeans and-

Brittany was gone.

Her whole body began to shake more violently, a guttural moan escaping her lips. Liquid heat was spreading in her underwear, soaking into the material as she, spurt for spurt, fell apart under Santana's touch. Her arms slid around the woman's petite frame, drawing her in and hugging her close to her body. She buried her head in the crook of Santana's neck and bucked into her again, slowly coming down from her high.

Breathing heavily, Brittany tried to hide herself by pressing her face more firmly into caramel skin. This was really the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her and thatsaid something. She didn't want to look at Santana, not now, not ever. At least not after tonight. Oh god, what would Puck say if she told him? Or Quinn? She bet her manager would be all, "I told you so's" Why couldn't she have just lasted a minute longer? One minute and she at least wouldn't have come in her pants.

"Brittany?" The concern in Santana's voice made her want to throw up. She was a nervous wreck and now that her orgasm had come and gone, the reality of the situation was setting in heavily.

"I-" Brittany stuttered out, pushing a surprised Santana away. "I can't." She was met with a deep frown, one that only made the situation worse.

"Get off of me, please," she begged, pushing more urgently until eventually, Santana climbed off her lap.

Without thinking twice, Brittany grabbed for her jacket and held it in front of her crotch. Later that night, she would regret what she did, but then, all she could think about was getting away.

Brittany stumbled away from the couch and made a dash for the hallway. Never looking back, she ran to the door, yanked it open and fled the apartment. The door closed again behind her with a loud bang and all that was left was a baffled Santana staring at the place Brittany vanished.

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