AN-The reviews are lovely guys! They make me want to write more! Once again, thank you for the support and your opinions. They mean a lot to me. And if you haven't already, say 'hi'. Just let me know you're here! Feel free to message anytime! Anyway, this is a short chapter but I wanted to give you something before I finally go to bed. I will try to make longer chapters as we go on, I'm thinking maybe 6 or 7 chapters for this story. Enjoy and review!
Disclaimer- I do not own characters or the song used in this chapter. Those rights belong to the Glee writers and Miss Spears *hint* *hint*.
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Chapter 3
Brittany started the music and Britney Spears' 'I'm a Slave 4 U' begins to play. Rachel starts swinging her hips to get a feel for the song and Quinn's eyes already widen and she grips the chair a little tighter. Rachel walks forward a little and starts to really move her hips before bending down so her ass is directly in front of Quinn. The blonde groans quietly and uses all of her willpower to not just keep Rachel bent over and take her. Deciding it was time to change it up and really give Quinn a show, Rachel slowly straightens up, wiggling her ass for the entirety of the movement. Quinn once again groans though a little louder this time before the diva turns and quirks up a questioning eyebrow and the cheerleader blushes. Rachel just smiles and places her hands on the side of the chair and whispers in Quinn's ear. "Just relax, Quinnie. I'll do all the work and try to keep your hands to yourself." She pulls back with a wink and Quinn swears she's never been closer to coming undone without being touched.
Finally, the real lap dance begins. Rachel places her arms on both of Quinn's shoulders and straddles her, though without touching the blonde. It takes everything inside of Quinn not to buck her hips up into the tiny diva. Rachel backs off enough to spread Quinn's legs then positions herself between them, fronts pressed against each other. Then just when Quinn thought it couldn't get any worse, well, actually better; Rachel slowly slides down her body all the while keeping herself pressed against Quinn until she kneels in front of her. Rachel gently caresses the insides of the blonde's thighs but still keeping her distance from where Quinn needed to be touched most. When Rachel looks up at her from between her legs, Quinn can't help the moan she releases. Once again, Rachel quirks and eyebrow and smirks.
Finally, thinks Quinn, as Rachel slowly slides herself up Quinn's body until the brunette's breasts are at eye level with Quinn. This time, Quinn doesn't even try to suppress the groan that escapes her dry, slightly part lips. Rachel steps back enough to re-close the cheerleader's legs, and then quickly situates herself so she straddles the blonde once again. This time though, she grounds down and rubs herself against Quinn's painful erection, still too drunk to notice the bulge. As she continues grinding against Quinn, she takes the cheerleader's hands and brings them to rest on her hips. "You can touch a little bit, if you want, Quinnie." She whispers in her ear, so close that her lips touch the shell with every word. Rachel pulls back to see Quinn's reaction and is thoroughly satisfied to see extremely wide, nearly black eyes.
Quinn is only a few more seconds away from coming when song comes to an end. "Almost, Quinnie." Rachel whispers so quietly that Quinn wonders if she said it at all. Rachel moves herself off of Quinn to sit back in her original seat while a very aroused Quinn tries to calm herself down. Santana and Brittany are giving Rachel matching questioning looks. "What?" Rachel questions. "You guys should know by now that Rachel Berry never does things half-assed."
"Clearly." Quinn mutters before she grabs the pillow and takes a seat in her previous seat between Rachel and Santana. "Rachel it's, uh, your turn." She says, still catching her breath and not able to form words without stuttering.
"Okay, seeing as I got such abuse from Santana the last time; this time, I choose dare." Santana smirked proudly and slid Brittany's phone over to the diva. "Okay, it says. Oh, wow, Santana, you're not going to like this one. It says 'Make out with the person on your left for two minutes'."
"Wait, why would Santana not like it if you made-out with Quinn?" Brittany questions, still confused as to why everyone looks as if they are about to burst out laughing.
Rachel stifles a giggle before answering the dancer. "No, Britt. You're the person to my left. You don't have to; I know Santana wouldn't like that." She says sincerely. "I respect your decision if you decide to not do this, I could just pick again."
"Don't worry about it, Berry. It's fine. Not like she's going to enjoy it, anyway. Right, Britt-Britt?" She teases then looks over to Brittany and sees concern etched across her features. "It's fine, Brittany. Really. Besides it might be kind of hot to see you with getting your mack on with someone else, maybe not Berry, but still."
Brittany leans over and whispers an 'I love you' into Santana's ear then kisses her when she hears the response of 'Love you too, Britt'. Santana and Quinn sit closer together to get a better view of the two girls who are now slowly crawling on their knees towards each other. "Ready, Rach?" She questions looking at Rachel who nods hesitantly but leans in anyway. Man, the two other girls in the room thought, this is going to be awesome.