Sorry for the long wait and cliffhanger. So what will Quinn say? Find out in this chapter. Please leave your reviews and comments!
Warning: G!P Quinn. Don't like it, don't read it.
CHAPTER 3
Time felt like standing still and the silence that fell onto them, was the most deafening sound Rachel had ever heard. The blonde sat back on her knees and tugged her boxers back up, covering her flaccid appendage and unable to meet the brunette's gaze, not knowing what to say. Was she really going to say yes? With what outcome? And by saying no, was she ready to see the hurt in the brunette's beautiful eyes?
"Look, Quinn, I am fully aware that my words were the mere outcome of a lapse of judgment, induced by the pleasure you were causing me. Can we pretend I never said that and go back to what we were doing?" Rachel leaned forward and cupped the blonde's face, placing a soft kiss below her tensed jaw. "Please..."
"We need to talk about this, Rach." Quinn whimpered as soft nips were dropped along her jawline, while smaller hands tugged on the hem of her boxers to show her strained and semi-erect cock. The brunette pushed her back against the floor and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above their heads.
"Later, maybe. Let's just keep going." Rachel nibbled on her lower lip as her hips gyrated down against the older woman's, brushing her folds up and down the length of the hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. Quinn set her hands free and bunched the hem of Rachel's dress up to her waist, exposing her lower body before sliding down against the floor settling face-to-face with the girl's core.
"You are dripping." The blonde escort leaned up to drag her tongue between the girl's folds, parting them to expose her labia and letting her taste linger on her wet muscle. Hands gripped the brunette's buttcheeks, lowering her fully onto the blonde's lips that wrapped her bundle of nerves in a tight grip. Hips bucked down and moans filled the room, while Quinn kept on paying close attention to the area around the hard nub; teeth grazed the underside, nipping at it before soothing it with strokes of her tongue.
"Oh fuck." Rachel's forehead dropped against the wooden floor, closing eyes as her hips moved up and down, to meet the eager strokes of Quinn's tongue all over her pussy. She could feel her everywhere. On her clit. Under it. On her small labia. Around the edges of her dripping role. "Keep licking me, don't stop." She moaned out and looked down at the escort, who pushed her hips upwards to slip half of her tongue deep inside of her.
"Mmmhhm" Quinn's tongue thrusted deep inside of the brunette's core, stroking her walls from the inside and dragging her wetness with her. With a quick movement of her hips, she had the brunette on her back with her long legs over her shoulders, exposing her dripping core to her deeper ministrations. Lips moved back to her engorged nub, sucking it inside her mouth and adding two fingers inside, replacing the strokes of her tongue.
"I am so fucking close, Quinn!" Rachel's hands gripped her blonde hair, tugging her back against her aching core as she bucked her hips up and down, grinding her pussy against the blonde's nose and fingers. Her core tightened against the thrusting digits, making her toes curl at the feeling of being touched against her most sensitive spot. With one last movement of her hips, she felt her walls clench and unclench against the woman's fingers, releasing her hot gush while her mouth kept on sucking on her aching clit.
"You taste so good." Quinn mumbled against her labia, sliding her tongue up and down her dripping folds and trying to soothe her throbbing with each stroke. The blonde pulled back and looked up at the panting brunette, licking the wetness off her lips; smirking, she crawled up the brunette's body and pressed their lips together for a hard kiss, before reaching for a condom in the bedside table above them.
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It was early morning when they finally collapsed on the bed, spent and sweaty with all the sex they had for the rest of the night. Rachel laid on her stomach, weakly hugging the hotel pillow and still trying to catch her breath as Quinn dropped on her sides, trailing a lazy finger up and down her spine. Lips brushed against the brunette's tattoo, gently lapping at the sweat pooled there as her arm circled her slender hips, erasing any distance between their naked frames.
"Why did you ask me out, Rachel?" Quinn whispered against the girl's shoulder, feeling her tense under her arm and waiting for her turn around to face her. "Please, don't take it in a bad way, but it's mere curiosity."
"I don't know. I...I just...I must be totally honest with you, Quinn." Rachel rolled on her other side, mindful to keep the blonde's arm draped over her waist. "It is the first time I have engaged sexual activities without any emotional attachment involved. I know it probably sounds lame and stupid, but...but Finn was my first and only experience and then you came around." She whispered, lowering her gaze trying to mask her embarrassment. "I probably lack the experience of so many partners you had, I always thought I wouldn't be the kind of girl that does this."
"There's nothing wrong with having no experience nor thinking that sex should be accompanied by a relationship." The blonde tucked a strand of her brunette locks behind her ear, stroking the soft skin with her thumb. "You are not stupid nor lame for wanting something like that, Rachel. Sex can be just that or it can be part of something more meaningful. It never was something like that for me and with this job, it even became something else, entirely." She kept on stroking the skin behind Rachel's ear, feeling the girl relax under her touch. "Although, I wonder if you thought this thoroughly, Rachel."
"What do you mean?" The brunette's hand stroked along the escort's bare side, gripping her hip gently as their eyes met.
"This arrangement between us, how long are you planning for it to go on? I understand you don't want another relationship after your ex-boyfriend, but what if you meet someone else?" Quinn looked down into the chocolate orbs and pulled her inwardly closer, brushing their lips together as they talked. "If you ever remotely thought about this turning into a relationship, do you know what that would entail?"
"As in you not reciprocating my feelings?I must confess that the idea crossed my mind, but it wouldn't be the first time I would stubbornly try to change someone's mind about giving me a chance, whether it's romantic or professionally matter." Rachel nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it gently between her own lips.
"Not just that, Rachel, and I can tell you might have gotten the hint that our professional relationship is quite different from the other ones I currently have." Quinn's eyes fluttered closed for a moment before settling back onto the singer's ones. "But I am still an escort, Rachel. I might be romantically involved with someone, but this job will still stay because I am good at it and it grants me a lifestyle that I've been used to. I am directly involved with my company and I don't know if you expected me to drop everything, to be exclusively with you:"
"I have no doubts you excel at what you do, the past weeks have proved that but is this your only passion? Didn't you have other dreams when you were younger? Art? Writing, maybe?" The brunette looked up at the blonde, who sighed gently and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. "I don't mean to be noisy nor tell you what to do with your life, but in the long term you might be in need for something different from this."
"I am perfectly aware of that, Rachel." Quinn dropped on her back and stared up at the ceiling, crossing her ankles one over another. "I always wanted to be a writer for the New York Times, but I didn't have the financial means to study and live in New York. I had to take advantage of my talents and "seize the moment"." The blonde looked over at the brunette, who was obviously lost in her own thoughts and listening, at the same time. "I don't see myself doing this job when I'll be 40 or 50. I would want to be settled with a stable job and family, by then. Although, I cannot leave this for an unknown path, where I lack the basis to build a totally different career. Time will tell..."
"I suppose you are right. So, will you accept my invitation?" Rachel draped a leg over the blonde's lap, slipping back on top of her with her hands at each side of her head. "I am particularly known for my stubbornness."
"It is on you, Rachel. Will you be okay with the idea of possibly sharing me with my clients, because of my job?" Quinn sat up and looked intensively into the girl's darkened orbs. "I could assure you my total faithfulness in my private life, but you have to be aware what my job entails. Can you do that?"
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Since their night together, the brunette had not called Quinn for the past 2 weeks taking some time to think things through and decide what she wanted. She felt attracted by Quinn like no one else before, even more than Finn; but what did she really know about her? She only knew what her job was and how talented she was between the sheets, but nothing else. Was she really interested in pursuing a relationship that went beyond a professional one with Quinn? Was she ready to share Quinn with other people? Being just one of her clients was something, but knowing other women would be sharing her bed was something else.
"Earth to Rachel Berry, where are you?" Kurt waved a hand in front of the brunette, who was staring off into her Chai Latte, lost in her thoughts. "What's going on with you, lately? You spend your nights out and you come home with the clothes from the night before, smelling funny. Did you find a boyfriend?"
"Not really, Kurt. It's complicated." She sighed and rested her chin on her palm, looking around the coffee place until her eyes landed on a familiar blonde sitting in a booth by the window. "Who is that girl?" She squinted her eyes in annoyance and gripped her mug tighter, watching the other girl sit across from Quinn after having placed a kiss upon her cheek.
"Whoa, what are you getting so mad about?" Kurt stood up to look where Rachel was staring at, finding two girls sharing a laughter and a small cheesecake slice. "Who are they? Why do you look murderous?" He sat back down and pinched Rachel's forearm, catching her attention.
"Ouch, Kurt." Rachel swatted his hand away and kept on stealing looks toward the booth, gritting her teeth when Quinn's hand laced with the brunette's ones. "Do you remember that guy you told me to go to, for my sexual frustration caused by Finn?" When he nodded to go on, she took another sip and glanced at the couple. "It was not a guy, but that blonde girl over there. Her name is Quinn and...well, let's say I've been taking advantage of her services for the past weeks."
"You are a lesbian and didn't think of telling me?" The flamboyant boy reached over the table to slap his best friend upside the head, before sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "She looks hot, if only I was not so gay, I'd ask for a night with her."
"I am not gay, Kurt. I am just very attracted by Quinn and that's the issue, I don't know how to handle a purely sexual relationship with no emotional attachment. But now I realize, I was nothing but another client to her." Rachel sighed sadly, watching the brunette sit beside the blonde and wrap both her arms around the blonde's waist, resting her head under her chin. "Look at her, she told me she hadn't been in a relationship in a while but she probably lied to my face. Why do I get interested in people that do not suit me at all?" She dropped her forehead against the table and sighed out loudly, unable to stare at the blonde with another girl.
"Maybe it's not what it looks like, Rachel. You always found it easier to jump to conclusions, instead of waiting for an explanation. Do you remember how many times it happened with Finn? With Jesse?" He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, keeping a vigilant eye on the two girls who were standing up, ready to leave. "They are leaving, you sure you don't wanna talk to her?"
"To tell her what, Kurt? Maybe it's for the best." Rachel looked up, in time to see Quinn walk out of the coffee place with the brunette following her. She was so tempted to go after her, when her cell phone beeped signaling a new text. "Damn it, why is this happening to me?" She read the new message and showed it to Kurt, who was staring at her in a puzzled way. "Mr. Schue is getting married, we are due back to Lima next weekend. Finn is going to bug me to go with him or something, what do I do?"
"You could ask your friend there to "escort" you there, as your girlfriend?" Kurt smirked at the thought. "It should be part of your job and I don't think you would mind showing her off, plus Finn might take the hint you moved on. Two birds with one stone."
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"Hi, Rachel. Long time no see." Quinn greeted the brunette inside their ample office, closing the door behind her. "May I offer you something to drink?" She nodded toward the liquor cabinet, but when the singer headed straight for her personal office, she just followed her and locked the door, on the way in.
"I came here to require for your services, I guess." She stood by the desk and looked at the framed pictures scattered all around. Quinn was smiling in all of them. In some, she was alone and in other ones, she was with her friend - she supposed.
"Ask away, I am listening." Quinn stood beside her, fixing the paper stack on her desk and throwing sideways glances at the frowning brunette. "Are you okay, Rachel? I haven't heard from you since then." Turning around, she leaned against the wooden desk and tilted her chin upwards, needing to see her chocolate orbs.
"I saw you with her." She pointed to one framed picture and then looked back up into her hazelnut eyes. "I thought you hadn't done relationships in a while or maybe you are not as faithful as you pride yourself to be?" Rachel pulled away from her touch and rested her hands on her hips. "I am just one of your clients, right? Another notch in the bedpost or a reference in your CV, plus it's money. It's all words and nothing else."
"First of all, I'd like to point out that we currently do not share anything but a professional relationship where you require my services, so you have no right to feel jealous - I can detect it - about any other relationships I may have. You asked me out, knowing the peculiar predicament we are involved with, so don't try to make me feel guilty about something that is not even happening. Not yet, at least. Secondly, if you think you are only one of my clients, then you must be not ready to "date me" nor feel secure about how honest and loyal I'd be to you." Quinn stood full height and looked down into Rachel's eyes, with a stern glare. "Do you really want to know how I treat my clients? They are usually a one or two times thing, Rachel. I do not see them as often as I do see you. I do not tell them anything personal about myself, nor do they ask about it. I do not spend the night with them, cuddling or sleeping in the same bed. I fuck them and fill their fantasies before getting my money and leaving."
"Quinn, I didn't know..." Rachel whispered and looked away, feeling extremely embarrassed about her assumptions. "Maybe I should just go, please accept my deepest apologies for my accusations, I had no right to." The brunette squeezed the blonde's forearm and turned around to leave, when a hand gripped her wrist keeping her there.
"No one made me wish for a different job before you, Rachel." Quinn's fingers slid down the girl's arm to lace with the singer's ones. "What were you going to ask me, earlier?" She turned the brunette around and leaned back against the desk, staring up at her.
"Oh, right." Rachel played with the girl's long fingers and cleared her throat, before stepping closer so their fronts were barely brushing together. "My High School teacher is getting married this weekend and my friends and I are supposed to go back, to attend and perform at the wedding. Would you escort me there and pretend to be my girlfriend? I don't want to deal with Finn and his attempts of reconciliation."
"Of course, I have no previous arrangements and we can leave on Friday and come back on Sunday evening, if it's alright with you." The blonde leaned back to grab her smartphone and check her schedule out. "We can split the travel expenses." Quinn stared up and smiled at the brunette who nodded and leaned down to drop a kiss on the angle of her lips. She went to pull back only to have Quinn's lips brush against hers, making her knees tremble with that simple touch. Strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her flushed against the blonde's front as their lips met in a more passionate liplock.
Rachel's purse dropped onto the floor, before sliding her arms around the woman's neck who lifted her off the floor and sat her on the edge of the desk. The papers were pushed onto the floor, while hands started tugging at clothes that slowly piled onto the floor, by the leather chairs. Quinn's fingers slipped under the hem of Rachel's skirt, tugging her panties down her tanned legs and leaving them hanging around her shin while her own pants were pushed down to the floor, along with her boxers. Rachel's hand wrapped around the base of her cock, pumping it slowly while the blonde's left hand blindly reached for the condom she always kept in her wallet.
"Go raw." Rachel moaned into the blonde's lips, nipping at her upper one as her legs spread wider to let the taller woman accommodate between them. "You are clean and so am I, plus I am on the pill:" The singer pulled back to stare at the panting escort, who gulped down and nodded breathlessly.
"I can pull out." Quinn's fingers circled the girl's clit, making her hips buck back and forth to meet her touch. "You are so drenched, already." She nuzzled the skin behind the brunette's ear, whimpering as the head of her throbbing member replaced her digits, parting and rubbing her upper folds. "God, I haven't done this in years." The escort kept on circling the girl's nub with her cock, feeling her wetness coat the tip of her member that was already leaking with her own excitement.
"Stop teasing." Rachel's hands grabbed onto her forearms, digging her nails into her muscles as the blonde tentatively slipped her length inside her tight core. "Fuck yes." Her walls adjusted to the girl's girth, until she was filled completely. Head thrown back to let Quinn's lips descend on her neck, sucking on her pulse as their hips moved in synch, setting an even tempo. The blonde's member pushed inside her, thrusting against her soft spot before pulling back out till only her mushroom head stayed inside.
"You are so tight." Quinn moaned into her pulse, biting down on her tanned skin as her hands slipped under the hem of her dress, gripping her bare asscheeks and actually lifting the singer up and onto her cock. Her hips pumped forward, thrusting hard and deep inside the wet heat making the desk move with each movement.
"You are so good." Rachel's legs hiked up around her ripped waist, locking feet above her butt as she moved up and down to meet each thrust that Quinn pumped inside of her. She could feel more wetness wrap it in a tight embrace, mixing with the girl's essence that was released in short gushes, whenever she scraped her fingers along her scalp. "I am not going to last long."
"Fuck, me neither." Quinn's head dropped against the woman's shoulder, while their bare lower bodies slapped together filling the room with the sound of skin on skin and moans of pleasure. Rachel's hands ripped the blonde's shirt open to rake her nails along her tensed abs, scratching them hard as her walls clung to the raw cock inside of her. The taller woman grabbed the brunette from behind her thighs, effectively hoisting her up over her waist to make it easier to pound inside of her with more strength and speed.
"Fuckkkk" Rachel screamed out in pleasure, feeling her toes curl and her walls flutter around Quinn's cock, showering it with her warm gush that trickled down to the girl's ballsack. Nails raked down her back and lips met in a frantic kiss, killing each other moan on each other's tongue while the blonde let herself go over the edge. She felt her own seed spill out and fill the woman's core, from the inside with her thick ropes of cum.
"Fuck yes." The blonde dropped her back onto the desk, riding both their orgasms out before leaning heavily against the brunette, who was panting equally hard. "What a way to christen my own desk." She chuckled breathlessly and nuzzled the brunette's temple, who tightened her grip around her neck and kissed the angle of her mouth.
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