Hey people's I finally have a day off from work... Freedom... Anyways, so I know most of you don't read these little author note's but for those who do, a huge thanks for keeping these things going. If it wasn't for you, I probably would have given up a long time ago. So it's you guys that keep me going. And Jelly... babe.. baby... You're still going to have to wait for me to ask. But this is my attempt to woo you. So remember, read, enjoy, review.
Chapter 37
How wild of a dare would you take? Would you take the simple ones? Like sticking your tongue to frozen metal pole. Or would you take a hard one, like Oh I don't know, shaving your hair off... or all body hair for that matter. Or are you the type of person that just goes all out.
Well... if you're the kind that goes all out... welcome, because right now you have offically joined Rachel and Santana. And their dares were still kind of on the safe side.
"Alright Berry. This is getting boring. How 'bout we kick it up a notch?" Santana was blow drying her hair, her fingers now running thru streaks of light blonde. Rachel was disposing of the hair dye. To her she thought dying your hair was pretty big. But apparently, Santana wasn't even phased by her dares. "Oh, that's so cute." She clicked off her hair dryer, taking in Rachel's face. "You thought this was a big dare. Well welcome to the big leagues Rach. Cuz Santana Lopez doesn't back down." She was staring at Rachel through the mirror.
"W-what did you have in mind?" Her voice catched slightly, as the dye bottle tumbled from her hand and into the bin. Santana smirked.
"Well, since it is my turn. I dare you to give me a lap dance."
Rachel swallowed deeply. What did she just say?
"Excuse me, but what?" Her legs were shaking now. Santana turned on ths spot and approached the girl
"I said, I dare you to give me a lap dance." She grabbed a hold of Rachel's arm and began to pull her from the bathroom. "I want that sexy body moving in a way you've never moved it before." She released the girl, throwing some fast paced music on before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
Rachel just stood still in the middle of the room. She didn't know how to be sexy.. let alone give someone a lap dance.
"Berry, either dance or give the fuck up. I told you eariler that you shouldn't have dared me." She was just about to run out of paitence when Rachel locked their eye's together. They were hard and strong, almost telling Santana to shut up and wait a goddamn minute.
Finding s steady beat to the music, Rachel began to run her hands up and down her body. She felt like an idiot doing so, but it seemed to be working. Santana couldn't tear her eye's away.
That's how their evening progressed. Santana recieved her lap dance. Rachel got to watch her try to swallow several raw eggs... she did it but vomited minutes later. Then freaked out because Santana dared her to do the same thing, knowing fully that she was vegan. After that small incident, Rachel was took things into her own hands.
"How about we take this out side? Far away from any eggs... or other animal products."She went to stand, searching for her coat. Santana followed.
"And what did you have in mind?"
"A tattoo parlor? I have to hand it to you Berry. You got some balls." She held the door open for the smaller girl. They were met instantly with the sounds of needles buzzing and a few cries of pain.
"I dare you Santana to get a tatto. One that I pick out." Her face was set... well for the moment.
"Okay, but you have to get one too and I get to pick as well."
Rachel's eyes nearly popped out as Santana chuckled at her expression. It was a few minutes before either girl spoke.
"Fine. I'll do it." And she took off to one end of the parlor, leaving a stunned Santana behind.
Thirty minutes and a large sum of money later, both girls emerged from their seperate rooms and glared at each other.
"Really? Rachel's propertiy?" She flashed the skin on her hip, showing a raw patch. Rachel did the same.
" At least its not crude. Santana's bitch? Really? Are you kidding me?"
The taller girl chackled, bolting for the door. An angry diva hot on her heels.