Is it a Crime?
2.2 Oops
The crowd parted in natural ways as Brittany crossed the vast sea of people on her way to the Animal Cage. No one particularly looked at her and yet Brittany felt as if eyes were on her back at all times. Most of the patrons at the Ark were there for the night club, the booze, and the hot girls who worked the crowd, occasionally a pole, and even served drinks. Something about the way the Animal Cage and the invitation had been worded didn't match the Ark she was walking through now.
"Yo. Hold up." Ark security raised his hand right as Brittany reached the massive wooden doors surrounded by security. So many guards and yet no one was in line. Brittany played with the card in her hand and wondered if she should just turn back now. All her training at the academy would have told her to avoid going into unfamiliar territory, especially in a place like the Ark. Plus, the captain would be so pissed that Brittany was here on unofficial business when Sue had made it her personal vendetta to take Puckerman down. On the other hand, there hadn't really been any chapters on Santana Lopez in the academy. And even though Brittany wasn't the greatest writer, the officer was sure even she could write volumes upon volumes of books about the singer.
"What?" Brittany jumped back about a foot at the man's voice. Trap. Trap. Trap. Trap.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Um…the Animal Cage?" Britt looked around. Again, she found it suspicious that no one was in line for supposedly the hottest party of the year.
"Ha!" The guard started to double over. "How'd you even hear about the Cage?"
"I got this card?" Brittany raised the card from Santana's box for the guard.
"You got to be fucking kidding me." The man took the guard and threw it up to the club lights and then back down underneath a special black light. All the markings and invisible signs were authentic and clearly visible. "How'd you get this?"
Brittany didn't want to give away Santana, just in case she wasn't supposed to be giving out invitations to the Animal Cage, so she tried fishing for an answer. "It came in a box with a ribbon and-"
"Songbird." The man abruptly cut her off.
"Huh?"
"Songbird." He flashed his light down on the left corner of the card and held it out for Brittany to get a good look. "See? Songbird. You must have some very special friends to get an invitation with Ms. Lopez's mark."
Brittany didn't know how she felt about the new information. She remembered the way Puck had wrapped his hands around Santana's throat and the way he kissed her. Curiosity, with a generous helping of jealousy, made her question the guard further. "Do you see these invitations with the Songbird on them frequently?"
The guard hesitated for a second before he handed it back to her. "Not in awhile."
Brittany's jealousy still hadn't fully ebbed as he revealed Santana hadn't sent out one of these invitations in awhile. But still…she had sent them out. Brittany didn't know what she wanted. All she knew was that she couldn't stop thinking of the singer and when they had made eye contact, her entire body heated up and her heart began to pound. But she felt better knowing that Santana didn't hand out these cards like candy. Besides…
To my Anita…
She had been so specific and she remembered Brittany's alias. Now all Britt needed was to hear Santana say her real name. The guard coughed lightly into his hand and Britt remembered she wasn't the only one standing there.
"So I just go through?" She looked through the empty velvet rope aisles. "Shouldn't there be a line or something?"
"A line?" Now he laughed even harder. "The Cage has been going on for the past three days. Tonight's the last night."
"Wait." Brittany glanced back to the doors. "People have been in there for three days?"
"Yeah. It's been pretty wild." He stepped aside. "Since it's your first time, I'm going to give you some advice…be cautious around the color purple."
"Purple?"
"Yeah, especially-" The guard stopped talking and placed a hand to his ear. "Beast is out?"
The police officer instantly tensed at what he said, but she quickly reminded herself that she was only there as a clubber, not with the law.
"That thing should be the only thing locked up. Alert Miss Berry and get some eyes on the Songbird before this gets out of hand. Someone should have been watching her closer."
Now Britt's body definitely tensed. They were talking about Santana. What could be after her? The guard looked back at Brittany. The police officer's eyes quickly darted to the floor as if she couldn't care less about whatever he had been talking about. "What are you still doing here?"
"Just leaving!" Brittany cheerfully responded and practically skipped past him so he wouldn't suspect anything. Did this mean Santana was in trouble? Was Brittany in trouble? The large doors of The Cage loomed above her and looked anything but welcoming. The large doors didn't open. Instead, a man ushered her to the side where a black door which would have looked like a part of the wall to anyone casually glancing, opened. Brittany took one more look back to the Ark and plunged into darkness.
Purple.
Everything was purple.
Not the light purple or the shade closely related to pink or found in the kids section in the Wal-Mart clothing department.
No, this purple was heavy. It stuck to everything. It saturated the walls and dripped from the ceiling. It pulsed in the deep bass thumping in the music of The Cage and seeped from cracks in the floor. The color flashed neon and clashed with the darkness. Everything and everyone was painted purple and black. Bodies swam in the sea of purple in a dizzying fashion. If the regular Ark club had been intense, just standing in the middle of The Cage was disorienting. Hormones and sex lingered in thick clouds. Brittany stood in the middle with her mouth opened and a light sweat already glistening her fair skin. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the strange lights of The Cage; in fact, everyone's eyes glowed in bright hues in the darkness. She found it hard to believe she was still in the Ark and not in some fantastical dream.
Her eyes darted everywhere at once and yet, it wasn't enough to fully appreciate the vast scope of The Cage. Everywhere people were sharing drinks and bodies were grinding. In between bodies were cages for dancers. Men and women were pressed against metal bars in scantily clad outfits wearing a variety of styles. Mostly, they were strategically decorated with feathers or fur straps. Brittany's feet cautiously took steps further into the mess of bodies dancing around the cages. So transfixed by the sight of men and women against the steel cages, Brittany didn't notice the cage she almost walked right into. An incredibly loud and very real roar directed at her, startled the police officer to whip around.
A lion!
A lion caged and swinging his tail as his eyes met the blonde's from beyond the cage.
"Holy Tubbs great-great-grandfather!" The blonde officer backed away from the rather large cat and into another solid body directly behind her.
"Compliments of the house."
Britt turned around into the solid body of man dressed in furs. He held out a single test tube of brightly colored neon purple drink, which Britt could only assume was some sort of alcohol.
It was purple. The guard outside said to avoid purple. But everything was purple. Brittany glanced to the test tube and back to the man's face. He saw her hesitation and spoke softly. "Compliments of Miss Lopez."
Again, Santana was leading her around and Brittany had no idea to where or why, but if taking the drink meant being one step closer to her, then Brittany would drink a thousand. She reached out and downed it in one go. It tasted delicious - so good, Brittany wasn't sure there had even been alcohol in it. She put it back on the tray and the man moved away quickly through the crowd. "Wait!" Britt called out trying to get him to stop, but he deftly maneuvered through the throng. Lost, the officer continued to move through the jungle of people and animals in cages. Bodies bumped up against her and the music deepened as she walked further into The Cage. Eyes shone with eerily brightness in the dim light, but Brittany only had eyes for a woman she couldn't see – couldn't find – but needed.
"Another?" The man had returned with yet another tube of purple liquid. The color seemed to be brighter than the last one. Her hand reached out with hesitancy. The guard outside had been clear about caution around purple, but she had only one before. And it had been quite tasty.
"Sure." It wasn't like she even felt the last one. The man disappeared again, but this time, Brittany didn't even bother to try and find him.
A woman rubbed up against her bare shoulder. Brittany's body responded before she could even think. She didn't shy away, but moved closer to the woman. Her body had been warm in the rather close and steamy setting of The Cage, but now she felt as if embers were steadily being fanned to life. Her internal heat was beginning to match the temperature of The Cage. The woman turned around and met Britt's bright blue eyes. "You have beautiful eyes." She said with a smirk and draped an arm around Brittany's shoulders. They were about the same height in heels. She was gorgeous and incredibly intoxicated. Her eyes were glazed. Her blonde hair was long like Brittany's would have been without the Cher wig.
"Thanks." Brittany responded and wrapped her hands around the woman's waist. Normally, Britt wouldn't have minded the extra attention. But this wasn't the woman she wanted. "Do you know where I can find Santana?"
"Find her?" The woman's hips swayed back and forth. "She's everywhere." The woman cooed and softly brushed the back of her pointer and middle fingers down Brittany's cheek. "You're so cute. How many times have you been here?"
"It's my first-" She started to say, but the words stuck in her throat as the other woman's eye brow perked at the offered information. "-This is my first time."
"Your first time?"
"Is that bad?"
"Not at all." The older woman winked with a crooked smile. Brittany didn't know if she felt comforted by this woman's easy presence. Besides, Brittany wasn't all that sure she should be comfortable in a place like the Cage. "I like'em fresh."
"I guess I'm about as fresh as they come." Brittany flashed her a smile, but her eyes were darting around trying to find where Santana could be. There were chains and ropes hanging down from the ceiling, but no balcony like in the Ark, so no Santana to find.
"Who you looking for, sweetie? Cause I'm right here." The blonde leaned in closer, her hot breath on Brittany's nape wasn't enough to distract, but it did feel good. "You can call me Holly."
"I'm looking for-" Brittany paused as she felt Holly's fingers caressing the back of her neck and slip through her fake wig hair. Should she reveal that she was looking for Santana? And what did Holly mean when she had said Santana was everywhere?
"Tell me."
"Santana."
Holly pulled back with a secretive smile on her face and amusement in her eyes. Her fingers danced along Britt's backside for a few seconds before she pulled back completely. "Of course you are, darling."
"What does that mean?"
"She'll find you. Until then, you should have some fun." Holly flashed her another wink and reached for a shot as a man walked past them in the crowd. She passed one to Brittany and took one for herself. Taking the tube wordlessly, Britt looked into the liquid once more before looking back into Holly's eyes. "I promise, tonight will be a wild one."
Brittany didn't know if she wanted a wild ride, but… To my Anita. Santana wanted her here.
"Let's do it."
"Thatta, girl." Holly clinked their tubes together and they both downed the contents.
The Cage was something else. It was nothing like the Ark or any club she had ever been to. Brittany's head was swimming. Her body had long ago lost feeling in the sea of people and music. The purple colors around her were both comforting and exciting all at once. She had a hard time keeping up with Holly, but the blonde woman would continuously find her and drag her somewhere else. Holly had a knack for pointing out "people of interest" and they included everyone from the mayor to some famous rapper or to a pro baseball player from New York. Brittany didn't pay too much attention to specifics; it was easier to just float along with her guide. Hands, bodies, and sweat mingled as they danced their way between bear cages and dancers on poles. At times, Brittany thought she spotted Santana in the crowd, but never long enough to know if she was real or a trick of the alcohol.
Brittany thought she saw Santana again. This time, the officer attempted to make her way to the figure.
But Holly had other ideas. "Come back here. She'll find you."
Brittany allowed the woman to spin her back into the mess of bodies dancing. There was no space anywhere in The Cage. Everyone pressed against everyone. Their bodies mingled and collided to the heavy beat. Bodies pushed and rocked against the cages. Hands knew no boundaries. Mouths murmured enticing seductions into strangers' ears. Brittany's body moved of its own accord to the music as if she was spellbound. Holly was a few people over grinding against another woman and man. Brittany was unsure who she was dancing with, but she didn't care. It had been forever since she had been able to let loose like this. Holly glanced over to her and shot her a smile. Brittany shot her one back, but her eyes glanced up.
Tell you what I did last night
The air sucked out of the club.
Brittany's body froze to the spot.
It wasn't the house music or the crazy bass that had been flooding her body for the past hour coming over the crowd. She stood paralyzed as the music continued, but no one else seemed to be as affected as she was. Everyone continued to dance. Perhaps she was the only one who could hear the siren's call.
Santana.
I came home, say around a quarter of three
They all still danced. But Brittany, she stood transfixed. Everything blurred around her. The bodies kept pressing, but she could only hear that voice – her voice.
Still so high
Hypnotized, in a trance, from this body
So buttery brown and tantalizing
Brittany reacted the only way she could, her body instinctively responded the voice washing over her. It didn't matter that the voice was all over the club, Brittany knew, like she did the last time she came to the Ark, Santana only sang for her.
You would have thought I needed help-
God, how she needed help. Brittany could barely breathe.
-from this feeling that I felt
She could only feel Santana. The crowd around her disappeared and the blonde cop shut her eyes as her body swayed to the music. The hands that had been all over her body withdrew. And the voice penetrating her ears formed two strong and dominating hands that wrapped around her waist from behind.
So shook I had to catch my breath
There was nothing for her to catch. The air in The Cage had turned heavy and humid. Brittany felt those hands running up and down her sides – over her hips and around her taut stomach. She didn't know if it was real or if it was the purple alcohol she had been drinking all night, all she knew was that Santana's voice was more intoxicating than any drink she ever had.
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my. Fingers played with the hem of her one-shouldered top. The sequins dangled around the fringes, but the invasive hands creeping underneath the stitching and the material didn't care for the distractions. Those hands needed contact. Direct and utterly physical contact with Brittany's skin. Her body was so sensitive to the body against her, she could feel even the details of finger prints etching across her skin.
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin to my feet
Brittany shut her eyes tighter as she felt those same fingers dance not-so-innocently underneath the band of her black skirt. For a second, Brittany forgot about the club and the other dancers, she resisted the urge to toss the shirt to the ground so those hands could touch her further.
Oh my. Other dancers bumped against her, but Brittany could only feel Santana's voice.
Ooh, some kind of touch caressing my legs
Oh my. Unsure which hands were hers and which belonged to the singer, Brittany raised her right hand. Her skin was glistening in the heat of the club. Her fingers dipped between her breasts and ran up her nape. She worked with the same diligence and patience as Santana's voice until Britt's fingers were tangled in her own hair.
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be?
I tried and I tried to avoid, but this thing was happening
Now, the song deepened as another voice joined Santana's through the speaker system, but Santana was the only one Brittany could feel. A few people away, Holly glanced over to her young friend with a smirk. Brittany seemed insatiable. The girl's hands were all over her own body and even though she wasn't dancing with anyone, her body language suggested otherwise. Holly could only imagine who the young blonde was dancing with – in fact, it wasn't hard to imagine at all. The center stage in the Cage had dropped from the ceiling. Dancers were twirling around and fog swirled in thick clouts between bodies.
There, in the middle of it, Santana Lopez was singing. Yet, her dark eyes were anything but gracious. Normally, she would give attention to the entire audience and work the entire crowd to a sexual frenzy. But tonight, the singer had her eyes on one person alone.
Brittany didn't have to open her eyes to feel the blistering heat of Santana's full attention.
Swallow my pride
The crowd parted as Santana walked down from the stage. Body guards, alarmed at how quickly Santana was moving through the Cage tried to keep up, but she wasn't deterred. She knew what she wanted.
Let it ride
The singer pressed right up against Brittany's body. The sudden contact jarred the officer from the trance she had been in. She turned around to see the woman who had been haunting her dreams for the past week standing right in front of her. A microphone was connected to her ear and pressed against her lips, but her stare was uninhibited.
"Santana…" Brittany whispered.
And partied
Santana finished the line of the song with a playful wink that ended with her tongue running against her bottom lip. Brittany felt an intense wave of pleasure and anticipation ripple down her backside. She was panting and they had barely touched.
But this body felt just like mines, I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
That's why I couldn't catch my breath
Another voice continued the verse of the song. If Brittany had been paying attention, she probably would have noticed it was Mercedes' voice taking over the song. But Brittany didn't notice. She didn't care. She had eyes and ears for only one diva.
Santana's body moved closer. Her eyes were flashing as she moved the microphone away from her mouth.
"Brittany…" Santana finally said the name that had been rolling around on her tongue for the past week. She had wanted to say Brittany's name out loud so many times and a few nights when she had been squeezing her thighs together in frustration and desire, she had allowed Brittany to slip through her parted and wanton lips, but it all paled in comparison to the beautiful woman standing in front of her. Unable to control herself, Santana stepped into Brittany's body completely flush. Her arms wrapped around the back of her neck and because of their height difference, Santana's lips grazed against the officer's exposed collar. She savored the delicious noise Brittany released. Lightly shutting her eyes, Santana continued speaking. "I've been waiting for you."
It felt like a dream. Like nothing was real – nothing was real, except for Santana. She was very real and very close. Brittany could smell her body spray and feel the dark haired beauty's body pressed against her. Their hips instinctively moved together as if they were made to be joined. "I've been waiting for you to say my name." Brittany breathlessly admitted. It was better than anything she imagined, better than kissing Santana the last time she had been at the Ark. Her whole body responded to the petite brunette grinding against her.
"Brittany…" Santana whispered again. This time her lips purposely dragged across the officer's defined collarbone and vibrated up her neck. Brittany closed her eyes. Her hands moved of their own accord down Santana's tight body.
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Mercedes was singing. Santana pulled back from Britt for a moment and tugged down the microphone. Her dark eyes made contact with Brittany's bright blue ones in the neon lit club. Her mouth over-exaggerated the two words. Oh my. Her hips pushed forward and gyrated against the other woman's knee. She gasped into the microphone so the whole club could hear, but it was for Brittany alone. Wetness transferred from underneath Santana's tight dress to the top of Brittany's thigh as they moved possibly closer to the beat of the music.
Mercedes again.
Oops, there goes my skirt droppin to my feet
And again, Santana's voice husked the next words. Oh my. But the words lacked the notes of the music or the intention of singing.
Fuck.
She was solely reacting to the way Brittany made her feel.
Ooh, some kind of touch caressing my legs
Oh my. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as Santana once again breathed the words right up against the goose bumps on her nape. Santana's fingers were curling the strands of her Cher wig hair and the singer was standing on her toes to compensate for their height difference. Not one to make a lady do all the hard work, Britt dropped her hands down to Santana's waist and lifted the singer just enough off the ground to expose more of her thigh for Santana to ride on. The singer wasted no time. Her rocking motions on Britt's body shifted the sheer material of the officer's skirt to ride up even further.
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be?
Two voices continued the song, but Brittany was no longer listening.
"Can we go somewhere else?"
"You mean somewhere I can say your name?" Santana's mouth pressed to the inside of Brittany's ear. "Over and over again?"
Oh God. This woman would be the death of her. Brittany's grip on the singer's hips tightened. The material of her tight dress balled in her clenched fists. "Yes. Please."
Santana smirked and tossed the headset off. She threw it into the crowd somewhere. Mercedes could finish the song easily. She glanced up to the stage to see her best friend rolling her eyes. But that was all the permission she needed. "Come with me." The natural brunette whispered as she took Brittany's hand. The officer did little to resist. Sometime a week ago, she had fallen hopelessly into Santana's spell.
They moved through the crowd, but never fast enough to disconnect their bodies. They touched and rubbed up against each other every chance they could. At times, Santana would pause and turn back. Her dark eyes revealed unabashed appetite for the blonde. Brittany could barely walk straight, much less think. Every time Santana turned around, her hands would find the singer's hips and pull her into a tight embrace. Their legs slid up and down exposed thighs and hands crept in forbidden territory.
"Fuck." Santana breathed into Brittany's ear as the blonde pushed her up against one of the metal cages. At this rate they would never escape the Cage. But at this tempo, Santana wasn't sure she wanted the police officer to ever let up. Brittany hiked her up the bars of the cage. Santana threw her head back in maddening pleasure. Her right hand snaked up the metal behind her for better leverage. Her dress was practically around her waist as she rotated her hips against Brittany's rhythmic gyrations. Those bright blue eyes Santana could spot from anywhere were gazing up at her. It was the first time Santana could be the one staring down between them. And she loved what she saw. Unable to control herself and not caring who saw her anymore, Santana bent down. Her left hand cupped Brittany's chin as she pressed her lips against hers. For a second, they barely moved. The lightest touches were enough to ignite the smoldering desires between them. A moan from deep within Santana vibrated between them.
Nothing could stop them.
Their mouths opened and lips parted. Santana's tongue ran along the edges of Brittany's bottom lip. Her teeth nibbled and her fingers tightened. Their hips rocked harder desperately trying to find release. They were both so close. In the back of Santana's mind, she knew the exit to the dressing rooms wasn't far away, but she couldn't pull herself away.
She needed Brittany.
Now.
"It's so hot-" Santana spoke between their kisses. Brittany's right hand had dropped from her hip to the bottom of her dress. She wanted nothing more than for the officer to frisk her right at that moment. She was normally the one to fuck a girl, but Brittany had a way of always placing her hands in the perfect position. She needed Brittany to touch her so bad. All Brittany needed was a little push. "-the way you touch yourself when I sing."
The noise Brittany emitted was nothing she had ever heard before. Santana practically came at that moment. Brittany's eyes were so intense, so hungry. Santana's words seared a path straight through her body – right to her core. Her fingers pushed all the way up Santana's opened legs and wrapped around her inner thigh. Santana closed her eyes and arched her back up against the cage. "Please Brittany, I've been waiting for you all week."
Distinct pleasure rippled through the blonde's body at the sound of her name on Santana's tongue. "Say it again."
"Brittany…" Santana moaned. Both of her hands grasped onto the cage bars above her head.
Brittany didn't have to say anything else. But both women knew it wouldn't be the last time Santana would say her name. Slowly, Britt's mouth kissed the underside of Santana's neck. Her right hand spread. All her fingers splayed over the inside of Santana's thigh. The singer gasped and her hips jutted trying to create more friction between them. Leisurely, Brittany ran her fingers straight up to Santana's lips. Naked underneath that tight dress, Brittany's fingers only found moisture. Santana was already dripping. Feeling how turned on Santana was, Brittany's pussy clenched and throbbed; she couldn't stop herself as she came. Brittany shut her eyes tight as she grinded against the back of her own hand. Her fingers pressed against Santana swollen lips and slipped right into the singer.
"Britt." Santana gasped. Her hips hitched. Her left hand tightened into the dark hair of the fake wig. But she wasn't allowed even a moment to calm down. Brittany's fingers started to slide in and out of her. In and out. Her abdomen tightened. Her body felt like a tie winding up. Pleasure that had been building since she first saw Brittany in the crowd at the Ark was reaching an overload. Brittany was anything but an inexperienced lover. Her fingers found all Santana's spots and mercilessly drove deeper and deeper into the singer. Her thumb ran over her clit and her mouth peppered the expanse of her neck. The neon purple lights of the Cage left spots in her eyes as she felt her body releasing wave after wave of pleasure. It didn't matter what Brittany did or how she moved against Santana, the officer only offered ecstasy. Santana's eyes were shut. She was panting Brittany's name over and over again. People moved around them, but no one seemed to notice them. No one glanced toward the darkest corner of the Cage.
What felt like hours later, Santana finally slumped against the metal bars; her fingers unwrapped from the cage behind her back and settled onto Brittany's shoulders. The Cher wig had become slightly dislodged and Santana's hair was a mess.
"I've wanted to do that to you since the first time I saw you coming toward me." Brittany breathless admitted. She too was panting. Her face was flush and her skin over sensitive to the proximity of Santana's body.
Triggered, Santana realized they were still at the club and Brittany was still with her. God, the things she wanted to do to that body. She glanced to the back rooms. They needed to get out of the Ark first. "Hopefully you still wanna do more." Brittany's genuine smile was all the answer Santana needed. "Let's get out of here."
Santana pulled down the bottom of her dress and flipped her hair back before she took Brittany's hand again. They moved to the backdoor exit. Their pace quickened as Santana opened the door. As much as she wanted to let Brittany ravish her all night, Santana still had a job to do and a place to be. But at least she would have Brittany to keep her company all night long. It wasn't like Puck would ever find out the girl she was fucking tonight happened to be a cop.
Thanks again for reading. I love writing Brittana like this. :D
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