DISCLAIMER: I don't own glee nor it's characters.


With Brittany holding my hand firmly. the door to the club opens and she pulls me in. We turn down a dark hall and the door behind us closes, causing me to flinch, squeezing Brittany's hand. I'm not trying to give her any ideas about us, but right now she is the only person I know so I'm going to cling to her. The hall is long and just small enough for two bodies to walk down, but Brittany moves as if she has walked the space over a million time. I'm sure she has.

In my chest, I can hear my heart thudding hard with anticipation and excitement. My blood is pumping adrenaline through me like straight vodka, heating my skin. The atmosphere around us immediately sends this persona over me and suddenly I feel wicked and filled with lust.

When we get to the end of the hall, another. less intimidating gentleman is standing there in a black suit and mask

"Welcome ladies."

"Hello" Brittany coos, her voice thick with charm and seduction.

The man grabs the door handle and opens it for us and Brittany tugs my hand, pulling me along. When light is restored to my vision, I blink a few times and see nothing much a sea of black. People standing around with wine and champagne, laughing and talking to each other. This..this is normal. I see nothing sinful or even out of the ordinary, A frown develops on my face and I look at Brittany who is pulling me through the crowd.

By the time we stop, we are at a small bar.

"Red wine. please" She says before turning to me.I raise an eyebrow and Brittany smiles.

"This is just the lounge. Don't worry, the fun is upstairs" My eyes flicker down and catch her nipping at her bottom lip as she looks at me.

How do l tell her that I'm not trying to be her date How do I tell her that I just used her to get in? Both explanations seem like they could get me into a heap of trouble. So I say nothing.

The bartender sits our wine on the bar and we both take a glass. When I sip mine, the warmth of it soothes my tongue, the taste of sweet fruit hitting my taste buds. A soft hum escapes my lips and I close my eyes briefly to savor it When I open them again, Brittany is gazing down at me with a smirk plastered on her lips.

Trying to ignore her, I turn towards the crowd. I understand what Brittany said about everyone looking alike. With black masks, everyone looks unrecognizable. I could talk to two men and swear they were the same person. The only thing that separates them as individuals is the obvious body types and hair styles. Some of them are a bit more than than others, but as far as facial features, there isn't much to go on expect lips and jaw lines.

My eyes scan over the large room and suddenly

they stop, a soft wrinkle creasing in my forehead. "Oh.." If I wasn't so attentive I would have almost missed the naked women moving through the crowd carrying champagne and wine. I count 6, all wearing masks.

Brittany hears me and follows my gaze "Ah yes, they are moving models. Beautiful bodies to entertain the people while they are down here mingling." She says it as if it's an everyday norm for her.

Well, I suppose she is used to seeing this by now depending on how many times she had been here all together. However, this is my first time and I already feel the butterflies swarming in my belly.

In this moment, I realize quickly that this club is going to shatter all my previous assumptions. I no longer know what to expect tonight and that scares me. After having a few drinks to "Loosen me up" as Brittany says, she takes my hand again and leads me across the room. Anxiety and alcohol looming over me, I try not to bump into anyone, but it's impossible not to brush against people with the crowd. A few sets of eyes fall on me and Brittany, causing me to blush. I can only wonder what they are thinking. From their small smirks and greedy eyes,I can guess a thing or two.

I'm so caught up in the people around me, I don't realize that we've stopped until I bump into Brittany's side. She turns to look at me

"Are you okay, doll face?"

"I um. just don't like big crowds. Makes me nervous and anxious." Under her mask I can tell her expression has softened a bit. Reaching up, she runs her thumb over my jaw.

"This is the one place where nothing else matters. Not work, not relationship problems, nothing You're free here, dol. Just open your mind and explore a little." A satisfied smile grows on her lips and I take a deep breath nodding "Now, are you ready to go upstairs? There's better alcohol up there. This," She waves her hand around. "Is for the snotty rich people who just want to stay down here and be prudes for most of the night."

"Sure" I nod again, not being able to think of anything else to say.

When Brittany locks her fingers in mine, I feel myself begin to grow comfortable with it. Almost like that favorite blanket or teddy. Naturally, I give her hand a gentle squeeze as she pulls me along like her little puppy. I don't mind though. I find it quite nice that she wants to spend the evening baby stepping me into this. She could have easily just let me roam about alone with not a clue in the world.

We make our way up the steps and the chatter from the first floor slowly fades as music starts teasing at my ear. I immediately recognize the dark twisted song. It sends the hairs on my arms spiking up and my lips part to let out a song breath.A sense of fear and excitement take over, giving me the same partial high a person would get when they are turned on. Am I turned on right now? From a song? No, I think the feeling comes from the anticipation of what lies behind the doors we're about to enter.

Brittany stops and takes one last look down at me. "Ready to be free?"

"Yes" I breathe out and Brittany looks at me like she can sense my arousal before opening the door.

The music becomes louder, but not house party loud. Just loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Marilyn Manson's 'Sweet Dreams' vibrates over me as we step in and suddenly it's like i've stepped into an entirely different world. The room is dark with overhead recessed lighting that dimmed, leaving just enough light to see what's going on in front of you. My eyes scan over the room and see people make out on couches, slowly pulling off each other's clothes as a small crowd of well-dressed people observe from behind their masks with strong drinks in hand.

Even from afar I can sense their sexual excitement. Diverting my eyes from them, I see a naked masked woman on a small platform swaying seductively. The crowd of members isn't as large as the one downstairs, but still big enough fill the space of the room. As Brittany pulls me along. I look to my right and see two people sitting on a large couch.

It's almost like a bed. People are standing around and I can't help but want to get a closer look. I let Brittany's hand go and she turns to me. Her eyes follow mine and she steps to my side, brushing against me.

"Go. Let your curiosity guide you" Her hand lands on my lower back and she nudges me.

My breath hitches and I step forward. I move slowly uncil I'm standing behind two men. They must sense my presence, because both turn and look down at me. One guy smiles and steps aside. He reaches out and puts his hand on my back.

"Get a better view, little one"

He leads me forward until l'm standing in front of him. As soon as I see the scene taking place in front of me, I nearly stop breathing. In front of me is a woman on top of a man, giving herself to him, slowly and rhythmically. She grinds over him, throwing her head back as his hands slide over her breasts. The two are masked, but it's clear that are full of pleasure.

Suddenly. I feel warmth in my ear and a body gently pressing against me. "Look how in sync they are. You'd never guess that they just met tonight. Two strangers indulging in sexual gratification as if their bodies were made for each other. Her hot, sweet sex, wrapped around his manhood. Their energy growing around them. Can you feel it?"

The man's words send my own depths pulsing wildly asI take it all in.I continue to watch for a few more moments before a familiar hand wraps around mine. I turn Brittany is there. She leans in, brushing her lips over my earlobe

"I can almost smell your sweet juices from across the room"

My skin heats and I gasp, looking at her, my eyes wide. Brittany smirks at me and glances briefly at the mysterious man behind me before pulling me away from the scene. She leads me over to the bar and mouths something to the bartender, who is masked and shirtless with nothing but black pants on.

He passes over two shot glasses and Brittany slides one to me. Without asking what it is, I throw it back at the same time as she does.The sweet burn lets me know that it's Fireball. fuck, it burns so good. I lick my lips, letting the alcohol warm me to the bone.

"Another" Brittany asks, looking quite satisfied with me.

I nod quickly as the bartender is already on it. We take a few shots and I feel the nerves leaving my body bit by bit. I start swaying to the dark themed music. Turning my seat around, I look over the room and see people either talking, observing, or participating. It's almost too much to take in.

Overwhelming and exhilarating. Suddenly I can't help but wonder where Sam is. Is he among the crowd of people? I look around the room to try and spot him, but as Brittany said, everyone begins to blend in after a while. Unless l can tell Sam's body type, it'll be the only way I recognize him. After a few minutes I give up.

As I'm sitting there, a pair of eye catch mine. In not sure, but I think it's the guy that was standing behind me earlier. He has a glass of brown liquid in his hand and is now sitting in a chair in the corner. A thought crosses my mind that it might be Sam, but I can tell it's not. I know for sure when notice small specks of gray in the man's hair. He's older.

I hold his gaze for a few moments and when I go to cross one leg over the other, his eyes flicker down to catch the gesture. A small smirk grows on my lips and I press them together so he doesn't notice. What the hell am I doing right now? I'm basically flirting with this man.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or the atmosphere, but my inner slut is starting to make an appearance. Thankfuly there are no poles in this establishment or she'd be swinging around one by the end of the night.

Before I can laugh at myself, my chair turns and now I'm facing Brittany. "He's interested in you"

"How can you tell!"

Brittany tilts her head to the side and licks her lips. "He is eye fucking you"

A drunken giggle escapes my lips, but it stops in my throat when Brittany's hand lands on my thigh. I look up at her. "What are you doing?"

"Giving him a little something to look at. He needs to know that you're mine for the night, Doll."

Her hand slips further up until l grab her hand, gently.

"Br...I mean.babe" start, but nothing follows.

I secretly want to slap myself for not realizing the true intentions of brittany's actions by bringing me here so willingly. She wants me. How could I be so freaking blind? Usually my gay-dar is on point. If I weren't so preoccupied with wanting to get in this club, I could have at least caught some hints that Brittany was into me, like really into me. Oh boy, i'm in trouble.

With her hand firmly on my thigh, her thumb caresses over my skin. "Ready to see the rest of the place?"

Anything to get out of this awkward situation. "Sure"

Hopping off the bar stool, I sway a bit and reach out, grabbing Brittany's arm. Bad move, because she takes my drunken clumsiness as a sign that she should wrap her arm around my waist. Just great.

She leads me down another hall and as we pass a set of stairs, she tells me not to go up there without her. I nod as I crane my neck to look up there, catching nothing significant to hold my attention. In the hall there are a few women and men leaning against the wall talking or trying to feel each other up. I honestly don't think I could ever just put myself out there to let people watch me engage in sexual activities. l'd freak out under pressure.

When we enter the room, it's a lot bigger than the one before. I look around and there are different sections with a large bed like couch in each corner with people surrounding it. There are sheer lace curtains surrounding each section. I don't know what's going on until we get all the way in.

"Are they?" I whisper just loud enough for Brittany to hear.

"Fucking? Yes." she giggles.

The sound of moans and grunts fill my ear as I take it all in. Pacing over to the bed closest to us, I can almost feel my pupils dilate. In the bed is a guy slamming into a woman from behind. Her ass in the air and her face lying against the sheets, her hands are tied to a steel ring attached to the edge of the couch..bed. whatever the hell it is.

Her screams of pleasure heighten my senses and arousal. fuck, this is hot. I try to remain cool like the other masked strangers around me, but it's not easy. It's that moment that I happen to glance Over and see a guy discreetly run his hand over the growing tent in his pants. I bite my lip to seem from smirking. Apparently i'm not the only one struggling.

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Pulling my attention back, the man in the bed curses loudly as he comes hard. The woman follows him, her body shaking hard as he collapses against her back. The people around begin to leave to go to the next bed, but l continue to stand there. The man kisses the woman's shoulders as he unties her hands.

They sit up and the woman turns around, smiling up at the guy. Taking her hands, he starts whisper something to her as he rubs her wrists that now have a faint red ring around them. Everyone around is so busy trying to catch the sx that they miss the romance of it all.The man kisses the woman's forehead and she giggles, laying her head on his shoulder, a soft sheen of sweat covering them both.

When i'm done observing their moment, I turn and look for Brittany. I catch her standing across the room talking to someone. As I walk up to her side, her arm quickly wraps around me again without even having to look to see who's next to her. The man looks at me and smiles

"I see you've brought a new little toy, babe"

"Indeed. This is Queen. Queen, this is Henry" I hold out my hand for him to shake, but instead he takes it, turns it over and kisses the top, gently.

"Welcome"

"Thank you"

He goes back to talking to Brittany and I decided to let them be.Turning away from them, I wander over to another couch and this time there are three people. Two guys and a woman. She is slowly getting her mouth fucked as the other guy eases into her backside. The sight sends a hard shiver through me and a moan slips from between my lips before I can catch it. After a few moments, I can feel my panties soaking as the guy with his length in the woman's mouth places his hand on the back of her head and pushes her head to take his whole rod.

"Holy shit" I mumble to myself.

"Tell me about it" The voice next to me causes me to flinch in surprise.

I didn't know anyone was standing so close. I look up at the guy. Not Sam, but even with the mask I can tell he is extremely handsome.

We continue to stand close as we watch the woman gag and moan. The guy behind her picks up speed, beginning to pound into her as the guy in her mouth throws his head back, clenching his teeth, making his jaw flex.

Just as they are changing positions so the both of them can take her, I walk away before I leave a puddle on the floorWhen I look around, I don't see Brittany anywhere. Panic begins to set in as if i'm a child who's lost their mother in the grocery store. I walk around for a bit and when I don't see her, I go back in the hall to see if she's there.

When I see that she isn't, I hear soft giggles coming from the stairs that she told me not to go up. If she's up there then I can find her. Something in my gut tells me not to, but my feet move anyway. I make my way up the stairs and when I get to a door, I open it without hesitation.

Immediately the sound of a whip cracking almost sends me running back down, but I don't. Stepping in, I see people standing around with leather on along with their masks. The sounds of yelps and smacking, causes my heart to thud in my chest. I quickly walk around, looking for Brittany but when I don't find her, I let myself explorea bit more.

In the front, there are men on leashes and women in leather walking them around like pets. What the hell? I even catch a man licking a woman's foot which is as odd as can be in my eyes. Who wants their feet licked? That's just gross. Further in, I seea man with a woman sitting by his feet, her head resting on his thigh. She looks peaceful as he slowty runs his fingers through her hair while walking to a man next to him. This whole scene is confusing to me.

Why do these people want to do any of this? What's so appealing about it! Back to the task at hand, I walk further in to search for Brittany and before I know it, i've wandered into some weird dungeon. I hear a whips cracking and yelling coming from a room. Following the sound, I wallk in a random room to see a man hitting a woman across her backside with the little thing that jockeys use on horses during races.

Standing behind the small crowd, I watch as he hits her again and I flinch as if feeling her pain. Her back arches and her shoulders flex. Looking up, I see her hands tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling. With each hit, I flinch. This is abuse. Who does this sick shit?

"Hey there, gorgeous" I hear coming from right side. I turn my head to see a tall man.

"Hi" I mumble, turning back to the scene.

"It's interesting isn't it" He asks as if he is showing admiration towards the man.

I frown. "It's twisted"

"Well, apparently it's captivating if you're still watching" He chuckles, quietly, not wanting to disturb the people in here watching.

"It's like a car crash. Just can't look away" I start to smile until the man takes it upon himself to wrap an around my waist, firmly. I try to step around, but he pulls me back to him.

"Why don't we go find a room and I can show you a thing or two" He smile, grimly and panic sets in.

"Why don't you let me the fuck go" I say as I finally pull away from him. I turn to leave the room and when I get back in the hall, I'm yanked by my arm.

"Hey, don't walk away from me" The man hisses as he begins pulling down the hall, away from the main room. I yell for him to let me go, but it's overpowered by the music and the sounds of other people grunting and yelling I try to pull away from him, but his grip tightens around my wrist, hurting me.

He begins pulling me into a room and I plant my hand on the door frame to stop him "No!"

"I'm going to have to teach you a little respect"

What the fuck!?

Tears start to form in my eyes as I try to fight against his pulling and suddenly someone is there.

"Hey, let her go, asshole!" A strong voice comes out of nowhere. He runs up to the man punches the guy in the jaw, causing him to let me go. I stumble back until my back hits the wall with a hard thud. The hero guy hits a button on the wall and within seconds two extremely built men are charging down the hall.

"What's going on?" One asks. I talke notice of the handcuffs on their waists along with a gun holster. Cops?

"This guy was trying to force this younger woman in a room with him. She told him no, but he refused to release her."

The two men nod and walk in the room, picking the guy up from the floor and leading him from the room. As they walk past, I look down at my feet to avoid his glare. Once they are gone, I look up at the hero stranger.

"Thank you" I whisper.

"You shouldn't be up here alone." Behind his mask, I detect a frown.

"I... I was looking for my friend. I couldn't find her" My body is still shaking with fear. I'm so ready to get out of here.

"Who are you with!"

"B..Babe" I shake my head.

"Come. I know babe." He presses a gentle hand against my back and leads me out of there.

Still shaken up, we make it back through the main room and when we get downstairs, I breathe a sigh of relief. I'm about to thank the guy again, but i'm

"Queen!" I look up and see Brittany rushing up to interrupted. me.

"Where the hell were you?" She asks.

"I was looking for you." I mumble, feeling like i've done something wrong.

"A guy tried to attack her. You need to keep up with your guests, bae" The stranger buts in.

"I told you not to go up there without me. I'm so sorry I left you alone" Catching me off guard, she pulls me into a hug. I melt into her embrace, just happy to be out of that place.

"It's okay. You told me not to and I went anyways. For what it's worth, it was really Interesting until that jerk bothered me."

Brittany giggles, pulling back. "Yeah, I bet, Doll" She looks up at the guy and smiles. "Well, I guess I should introduce you two. Queen, this is Asher. Asher, this is my date for the night, Queen"

"Nice to meet you, Queen. I'm glad you're okay"

He holds out his hand. Reaching out,I shake it. Ie's warm and welcoming.

"Likewise and thank you. It might have turned out quite different had you not showed up." I smile and he returns it.

Brittany wraps her arm around mine "So, Asher. I was going to take Queen back to the main room. Care to join us for a drink or two!"

"Sure. The night is still young"

Asher follows us to the main room and back to the bar. Brittany orders a few rounds of drinks and we all begin talking about random things of no importance. Asher and Brittany seem like good friends.

Brittany says that they met here and clicked so they decided to become friends outside the club. I try to keep up with their conversation, but the alcohol has me in another world. I feel loose and warm all over from the many drinks. When we're done drinking, Brittany moves us over to a set of lounge seats that face each other. Asher sits in one while I and Brittany take the other Wasting no time, Brittany lets her hand rest on my thigh again.

This time I let it stay there. Between the alcohol and the vast amount of sex ive witnessed, it doesn't take long for me to become horny again. God, i'm like a 13 year old boy in a girl's body. If I had a penis it would be poking out of the dress.

Brittany slowly caresses my thigh and it begins to affect me. I take a few deep breaths, but it doesn't help clear my head. I'm horny and drunk. My panties dampen again and I fight the urge to wiggle in my seat, craving some kind of friction. When I uncross my legs to shift, Brittany's hand slips further up, causing me to gasp. My hand clamps down over hers and she turns to look at me.

"Something wrong, Queen"

"I'm." Damn it, tell her you're not gay. Mercedes!

Brittany leans into my ear and her warm breath sends a chill down my spine. "Your arousal is so strong. Don't fight it, Doll."

With my hand over hers, she move further up until her fingers graze over my wet panties. I whimper softly and she moans in my ear.

"Open your legs. Let Asher see how wet you are"

I look up and Asher is staring straight at me as if my horniness is transparent. His gaze is dark and hungry. Letting my legs fall open, turns her body towards me and switches from her right hand to her left. When her fingers begin to rub me through my panties, I let my head fall back, moaning softly.

Brittany whispers softly "Don't hold back. We want to hear you"

With my dress up my thighs, Brittany lifts my left thigh and lays it over her right knee, exposing me to Asher. The nerves in my belly grow wild, but the pleasure and drunken haze over powers it. When Brittany suddenly stops I begin to pout. Hooking her finger in the lace underwear, she tears it with ease.

My fingers dig into the edge of the seat as she tears a bit more until the fabric is no longer covering me. I lift my hips and she takes what was my underwear, putting them in her clutch.

"Much better" She smiles, two of her fingers slip into my depths. I nearly call out her actual name, but I bite my lip as she pumps her fingers in and out of me, slowly then fast. Out of the corner of my eye, i see people making their way over to us. fuck, this whole place is going to see me come on Brittany's fingers.

As she is pumping into me, her thumb rubs over my bud of nerves and she leans into my ear. "Come for us, Mercedes" She whispers softly so only I can hear her.

My breathing becomes erratic and my thighs begins to shake as I let go and come all over her fingers. I yell out. grabbing her hand to stop, but she doesn't. It's only when i'm coming down from the wave that she stops. Breathing hard, I keep my eyes closed, afraid to look at the crowd we've drawn. Even more afraid to look at Asher who has remained quiet the whole time. I pull my dress back down and try to look like i'm not about to have a full blown panic attack.

"Come with me, Doll. Let's go freshen up" Brittany takes my hand and leads me to a restroom.

Around 3am, we leave the club and it's like a weight off my shoulders. The atmosphere was so heavy that it was sexually suffocating. In the truck, I rest my head back and stare out the window in silence. I don't know how to feel about tonight, but I do know that it was quite the experience.

The people there are probably stuffy lawyers or secretaries who are clean cut by day and sexually liberated by night. The only thing keeping them from being notice is a piece of material over their faces and fake names. People probably live out their fantasies in that place every weekend. I can't say I lived out any of my fantasies, but then again it was only the first night.

I smile to myself as the truck pulls up to my building Before getting out, I turn to Brittany. "Thank you for taking me."

"No problem, Doll. You were quite the pleasure to have. And i'm sorry again about leaving you. It won't happen again if you choose to come with me next weekend" She gives me a hopeful smile and I return it

Decided to just be spontaneous, I lean in and kiss her a small appreciative peck on the lips. "Next weekend"

"Fabulous. Oh and I know for a fact that Sam didn't recognize you one bit He texted telling that I should put a leash on my date next time" Brittany giggles, but I don't.

"Wait, Sam was there? Where?"

"Silly, Asher was Sam"

My eyes widen and all of a sudden it makes sense. He said he knew babe when I told him who I came with and he's the only person she asked to have drinks with us. I'm a fucking fool for not putting it together. I suddenly become nauseous.

"Oh God, Sam saw my..

Brittany laughs as the driver comes around and opens my door. "I'll text you in the morning when you're mind isn't all hazy. Good night. Mercedes"

"Night, Brittany.

I hurry up to my apartment and strip of the clothes before showering away the drunken cloud over me. When I'm done, I throw a shirt on and crawl into bed, my damp hair cool against my neck. Lying there, the whole night plays in my head and I can't help, but giggle to myself. I honestly can't believe that I let Brittany.ugh, I just can't believe it. And to have Sam watching without knowing it was me the whole time is so exciting.

I'm happy he was there to save me though. However, it also makes me wonder why Sam was on that floor in the first place. So many questions without answers. I guess i'm just going to have to wait till next weekend.


Please excuse any grammar errors that may occur.

guys I have no words like none lol, what yal think. How yal feeling about this chapter and babyyyy it gets kinkier and my drama also. So let me know what yal thinking.

P.a I had to hurry up and give yal this update before I got to bed lol.