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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She spotted the bartender in the corner, juggling a pair of cocktail shakers with ease, all the while flirting with lonely singles not yet tipsy enough to request a dance. Her pearly skin and raven black hair glowed under the club’s fluorescents.                                                                                                                     Watching her curvy form moving back and forth and her stunning smile and dimpled chin made Rachel wonder why she wasn’t working on the other side of the bar.Then again, she hadn’t had the chance to taste her cocktails.Rachel found a gap in the line of patrons and tried to signal the bartender’s attention. Rather than wait ages as she was used to, the struggling actor was spotted immediately, the slightly taller brunette sliding into her view.“Hey, gorgeous,” the porcelain skinned brunette said, polishing the sleek metallic surface of the bar with a microfiber cloth. “First-timer, huh? We got a menu if you want but we got a little tradition here. See, I guess your favorite drink and if I’m wrong you get that drink and your actual favorite drink for free.”The darker brunette blushed at the nickname and nervously pushed back a lock of hair behind her ear.“Uhm, w-wow, that sounds too good to be true,” Rachel said, cursing herself for making small talk to the sleekly dressed bartender with a fishtail tightened without a hair out of place.“Well the truth is,” the slightly taller woman said leaning in as though to whisper it in her ear, “I’m never wrong.”Rachel laughed, and the tension in her shoulders lifted.“Well the truth is I’m actually here for an interview,” she said, finally summoning the courage. “I was told to meet the manager, is he here?”“Oh, OK,” the bartender said, masking her surprise with a comforting tone. “Well in that case the boss is upstairs, the door is behind that platform over there, well one of the doors anyway.”She motioned at a patron for another moment and looked back at the darker brunette with a toothy smile.“Crap, so rude of me, the name’s Dani by the way,” she said, reaching over to shake her hand. “See me after you meet the boss and I’ll get you that drink, on the house. And make sure you knock when you get to the office, like rule numero uno for guests."Rachel thanked her, sincerely for the warmth of her words, and headed towards the door. Along the way she passed the stage, vibrant plasma lights wrapped around the platforms. She saw the few dancers performing in the powerful plasma lights out of the corner of her eye, far too nervous to stare openly. If she had, she would have seen those open, interested stares looking back.The stairway access was open and she walked up the stairs one step at a time, her nerves returning with full force looking up at the door to the office.Stepping up to the door, Rachel remembered the advice Dani gave her and knocked. Her first attempt was pitiful, so she knocked harder and the door flew open, much to her horror.Even worse was the heavy creak as the door opened, announcing her presence for the room’s occupants.“Oh my god, I am s-so s-sorry, sir, I-!” Her apology petered out as she took in the room.Inside the spacious office was a love-seat, a few plush chairs and the desk at the end in front of a massive window nook of see-through glass, overlooking the club, something Rachel hadn’t noticed from below. And behind the desk a woman with bright blue eyes sat, reclining in her sleek executive chair with her hands behind her head, carefree, more than that even. The tall striking blonde appraised her for a moment before giving her a disarming smile that lit up the room.“Hiya!” She said, her juvenile tone throwing the petite brunette off even more.“I- I’m so s-sorry, ma’am, I- I was just trying to knock and then the door...!”“Whoa, cool, it's cool, no worries!” The blonde said, putting her hands out in a calming gesture. “Like totally cool, really, I can’t tell you how many times I leave that door open. It's totally not your fault, I swear!”Her words were surprisingly effective, and Rachel calmed down enough to step into the room.“Uhm, is the- uh, the manager available?” She said standing in front of the desk with her hands, gazing at the bright-eyed blonde without noticing her casual business wear or that faint, wet sound. “I was told to meet him here, knock the door- uhm, I suppose that means he’s out at the moment?”Secretary was the first idea in Rachel’s head as to who this bright-eyed woman was, but she dismissed that right away for another, stripper. Who else but the boss’s favorite stripper could lounge around his office like she owned the place, and this one was stunning enough to warrant his or anyone’s attention.“Oh, you’re Goldstar94, right?” The blonde said, sitting up delicately in the chair. “Yeah, yeah, I remember your head shots! Wow, those pics didn’t do you justice.”The petite brunette gaped wordlessly as she realized how wrong her first impression was, though it wasn’t entirely her fault.“Y-you’re Brett Pierce?” She said after a moment of awkward silence. Said blonde laughed aloud with an embarrassed grin.“Yeah, been meaning to change that typo for a while,” she said, rubbing the back of her head. “It’s just, you know- uhm, work, extra work and computers always bug me, like-”The flustered blonde manager’s big blues blinked as she shifted the conversation around.“Anyway, you’re here for the interview, right?” She said, unconsciously straightening her loose tie and smoothing back her slicked back hair. “Sit down, sit down, please, let's get started.”After an awkward thank you, Rachel sat down in front of the desk, smoothing down the dress ending just above her thighs.Introductions were hastily made, and Rachel Berry shook hands with Brittany S. Pierce, the 27 year-old owner of one of the highest profile Gentle(wo)men’s Clubs in New York.“So, what brings you here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Brittany said after a few lazy formal questions, her peach skin glistening with sweat in the air-conditioned office. “Like don’t be offended but you don’t look like the type of girl who usually walks in here.”It was an astute question, the sort Rachel wouldn’t have expected from her.“W-well you know how expensive living in New York is, and I just found a place that’s right next to my school that’s pricey but just perfect.”“So you’re going to school, huh?” The blonde said, a bead of sweat descending slowly down her face. “Well you could definitely pay off your tuition working a few days in this place, the question is do you really want to?”Again, her question took Rachel by surprise, but she swallowed it down to answer as firmly as she could.“I do, yes.”Baby blue eyes studied her for a full minute in silence before a smile lit up the blonde’s angelic face.“OK, cool, you’re hired!” She said, clapping her hands together.What was the quickest interview Rachel ever had became the quickest job intro, with the breezy blonde breezing past the rules and regulations that she could actually remember.“So the uniforms are all in-house, different themes for the seasons and special occasions and uhm- oil, baby oil you have to put it on every shift, it helps especially because all the girls here are natural, except Santana, I guess, but she had hers done in high school. The oil really makes the girls pop.”Rachel looked down with flushed cheeks before responding.“Is- is that a requirement? I mean I’ve always been a little flat-chested…”The blonde suddenly leaned forward in her seat, causing a muffled thud from below her desk, and gently held the brunette’s hand.“Oh no way, Rach, they’re perfect, a good handful like a lot of the girls here,” she said, causing Rachel’s face to redden even more. “That’s what our clients prefer, they can get fake tits in their face for much cheaper than here.”The brunette awkwardly thanked her before Brittany’s face scrunched up and she stifled a groan low in her throat.“Sooooo, let’s get you on the schedule for- uhm... this weekend,” the blonde said, slowly pulling herself up from her seat with her back stooped low. “Thanks for coming and good luck!”She took the gaping brunette’s hand in hers again and kissed it.Rachel could only nod, numbly following the taller woman to the door, her mind still caught up in the oddity that was Brittany Pierce and her panties just the tiniest bit damp.With a final goodbye and thank you, the brunette pulled open the door to walk out, bringing herself face to face with a goddess dressed in white.This goddess was blonde like Brittany, but her hair fell in loose curls around her head like a halo. The pale skin revealed by her skimpy white lingerie gleamed even in the dim light of the hallway, belts and silver chains wrapped around soft curves.Rachel realized she’d been caught staring when her gaze drifted up into cool hazel eyes looking down on her, and the blonde’s eyebrow pointed up.“Who’s the new girl, B, friend of yours?” She said to the taller blonde, her eyes coldly studying the entranced brunette with her arms crossed over her shiny breasts. “Don’t you have enough friends by now?”“You can never have enough friends, Quinn,” said Brittany, coming up to put a hand on the small of Rachel’s back.The brunette shivered at the contact as well as the husky tone of the goddess in front of them“New girl new meat, Q,” said a voice from behind the both of them. “Britt gave her the job as soon as she walked in.”Rachel whipped her head back to see who was speaking and was shocked to see the topless shapely Latina standing in the center of Brittany’s office, whose only entrance she was currently standing in.The question of how or how long she had been in there was in the back of the Diva’s mind, too transfixed by the way the tassels on her heart-shaped pasty-covered breasts swung lightly as she spoke.“Don’t listen to Santana, Rach,” Brittany said, her lips close to the petite brunette’s ear and her arm around her shoulders. “I gave you the job as soon as I saw your head shots.”The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when the tall blonde’s breath hit her cheek, with two more gorgeous women suddenly surrounding her, she had to excuse herself before her cheeks could grow any hotter.With a stuttered thank you she darted out the door, careful to avoid the goddess in white as she swept down the stairs.Stumbling into the main hall of the club, Rachel searched anxiously for a free seat at the bar. Her eyes landed on a free seat, directly across from the bartender, whose perceptive eyes followed her as she walked up and sat down heavily on the stool.Dani slid a cocktail into her hand before she could let out a breath. Rachel cradled it in her hand a moment and thanked the other brunette. When she looked up Dani had a napkin in her outstretched hand.It was at that moment Rachel became aware of the bead of sweat running down her nose and accepted the napkin with as much grace as she could muster.Dani watched her take a sip after wiping her face, finally smirking when she heard the darker brunette’s soft moan.“Told you I’m never wrong.”  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  “Isn’t she adorable, Q?” Brittany said, her eyes trailing the the petite brunette’s shapely figure retreating out of the stairwell. “Our regulars are gonna love her!”Quinn rolled her eyes as the taller blonde wrapped her arms around her waist, her scowl replaced by a small smile when she felt fingers grabbing onto the flesh of her ass.“She is pretty hot for a midget,” Santana said, taking out an ice-cold water bottle from the mini-fridge in Brittany’s office and taking a long gulp. “Kept Britt leaking precum like crazy until she finally came like a freaking fire-hose.”The Latina took another big gulp of water, deliberately letting drops escape her pillowy lips down her neck and between her breasts.Brittany watched it all with her chin nestled on Quinn’s shoulder, running her hands up and down the smaller blonde’s flat bare stomach.Quinn felt her arousal poke her ass and gave the copper-skinned brunette a silent thank you.“Shift’s pretty dead tonight, San,” she said, sighing contentedly as the taller blonde cupped her rounded breasts. “It’s just a few newbies and your regular out there now, and she looking pretty lonely.”“Roz is here?” Santana said with a grin, pulling her hair up into her signature ponytail. “That bitch of an ex must have called her again if she’s here this early. Time to make my car payments, babes!”With an extra swagger in her hips, she tossed the empty bottle in the trash bin and gave the two blondes a kiss on the cheek before leaving the office.When the door closed, Brittany pulled the smaller blonde’s face around to smash their lips together, her tongue delving in to ravage the other’s mouth. Through the mint and cinnamon of Quinn’s toothpaste and mouthwash, the blue-eyed blonde could still taste her own essence from their time together a few hours ago.“How small’s the crowd, Q?” She said after a moment, kissing her way down the lingerie-clad blonde’s neck. “Small enough to fuck over them without you getting too embarrassed?”“Oh please, I wasn’t embarrassed last night,” Quinn scoffed, flicking her boss on the nose. “You were using the vibrator, of course I got a little flushed!”As she spoke she led the taller blonde by the arms wrapped around her waist to the window railing overlooking the club. Biting her lip, Quinn peered down nervously looking over the few patrons sitting around the platform.Brittany bit her neck softly enough not to leave a mark as she spotted Santana leading her regular to the VIP room, using the string lace of the woman’s tracksuit like a leash.The taller blonde pushed the stripper to bend over the railing, swept her long sandy tresses over her shoulder and started nipping at her spine.Quinn gasped, feeling her boss’s long fingers scratch down her hips, tightly gripping the cushioned railing. Brittany’s fingers found their way to the smaller blonde’s pert bottom, gliding down the lining frills of her panties before finding the secret velcro patch just above the dimple of her ass.With a sharp tug, the v-shaped fabric peeled off, exposing her slick glistening holes to the taller blonde’s hungry gaze.Brittany drove two fingers into her pussy and started exploring her moist depths."Fuck! Right there, baby, right-!” Quinn’s voice petered out in to a moan when she felt the blue-eyed blonde's thumb press against her asshole. The thumb slipped past slick loosened muscle easily and wriggled playfully around in her rear.“Pretty lubed up here, Q,” Brittany said, peppering the smaller woman’s bare shoulders with kisses as her fingers worked their magic. “Tell me what you came for, and it’s all yours.”Quinn’s eyes squeezed shut as she leaned down with her elbows on the railing, gasping for breath.“Y-your dick, I want your dick,” she said under a cascade of golden curls, as her boss began to piston her fingers in and out of her pussy and ass.“Tell me where, baby girl,” the taller blonde commanded in her ear.“My ass!” Quinn barked, her teeth grinding when the other blonde’s fingers found that particular spot in her pussy. “Fuck my ass, Daddy, please!”Brittany growled upon hearing the stripper’s words and pulled her fingers out of her cunt. Before Quinn could complain about her new emptiness, she felt the bulbous tip of her boss’s massive cock press against her clenching hole. The taller blonde used one hand to hold her organ steady and one to push the strippers body down to arch her back.Quinn held her breath, eagerly awaiting penetration, when her whole body started shivering. Brittany felt the smaller blonde’s nervous energy and put her hand on the small of her back to rub gently as her cock pushed firmly into the puckered star.The fingers kneading into her sweat and oil-slicked skin eliminated any resistance her inner muscles once had and the smaller blonde purred upon feeling Brittany’s entire length slowly sink into her ass.“Holy… moly,” Brittany said, breathing slowly while she watched her pelvis press against the cushiony cheeks of the strippers ass. “You’re so fucking tight, baby girl.”“T-tighter than San?” Quinn said through clenched teeth, the warmth and stretch of taller blonde’s cock suddenly hitting her full force. Brittany laughed.“For now maybe,” she said, cheekily, kneading the stripper’s lower back all the while. “You both keep this up and I might just have to charm Emma into giving me her anal cherry.”Quinn looked over her shoulder with a scowl, but the sight of the taller blonde standing over her made her pause.Smokey blue eyes, slicked back hair, the loose shirt unbuttoned at the collar and her tucked up sleeves showing her lean muscled body; it was enough to make all of Brittany’s girls speechless, and Quinn was no exception.With no way to verbally retaliate at that moment, the smaller blonde chose instead to clench her insides harshly around the other’s girth.“Fuck!” Brittany cursed, putting her hands on either side of the stripper’s hips and digging her fingers into soft flesh. “I was just kidding, babe, you know Emma wouldn’t let me in there without bathing in a tub of hand sanitizer.”“Shut up and fuck me already!” Quinn said, glaring over her shoulder while blowing a lock of gold hair from her face. “I’ll give her the damn enema myself if you just get on with it!”Brittany growled again and pulled her cock out of the smaller blonde’s ass before driving it right back in.Quinn’s whole frame was thrown forward as the blonde’s cock impaled her again, her head whipped back as she moaned. Again the taller blonde pulled out, and again she was impaled. And then the rhythm began, with Brittany pistoning her hips back and forth, driving her cock in and out of the smaller blonde’s clenching behind.Her thighs slapped against Quinn’s jiggling flesh with every thrust as they both moaned loudly.Brittany brought together all the blonde curls whipping around and plastered to the stripper’s sweating face, gathered it together in a fist and pulled her head back.With her hair leashed in the taller blonde’s clenched fist, Quinn arched her back trying to fit in as much of the massive dick into her ass as she possibly could with every thrust.“Oh, fuck, Daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck…”She was thrown back and forth, so close up against the glass that her every panting breath left fog on the pane. Feeling the stretch and burn from the dick in her bowels was almost enough to set her off, but the smaller blonde needed more.“Rub me, B-Britt, please!” Quinn begged, both of her hands needed to keep herself steady against Brittany’s violent thrusts. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!...”Brittany tugged her head back and bit her earlobe.“We... just... started... baby girl,” the taller blonde said, timing every word with a harsh thrust.And true to her word, Brittany pounded Quinn’s ass for another ten minutes, her thick cock pulsing with slick precum all the whileHer thrusts began to slow as she leaned over the stripper’s arched back.“Shit, sh-she’s leaving, Q,” Brittany said, breathlessly, a few strands of sandy blonde hair framing her flushed face. “Look down there, baby girl, look at Rachel.”Quinn looked down into the club, her eyes stinging from sweat, before spotting the lithe brunette by the bar. She had stood up from her chair, leaning over the bar to speak into the bartender’s ear. Whatever Dani said back made her laugh and she shook her hand before pushing her way through the growing crowd to leave.The last thing Quinn noticed was the sway of Rachel’s hips before she had to blink away more sweat.“Look at those legs, huh, babe?” Brittany said into her ear, her hips thrusting against her ass less forcefully, but no less intense. “Imagine them wrapped around my hips as I fuck her. Can you see it?”“F-fuck, yes,” Quinn answered softly, her back arching and her face pressed against her forearm. Brittany had released her hair and took firm hold of her grinding hips.The tugging at her hips signaled the smaller blonde to split the workout, so she started bucking her shapely ass back against her boss’s fat cock. Quinn’s experience on the other kind of pole took over as she rotated her ass up and down, dancing expertly on the cock that was reaching so deep in her bowels she could taste it.“Imagine those hot BJ lips sucking me off, getting me nice and wet,” Brittany said, her voice breathlessly on edge, the slapping of their skin making an obscene sound. “... Right before I fuck your perfect little ass!”Her own words drove the hungry blonde further to the edge, her hips ramming frantically against the smaller blonde’s frantically bouncing ass.“Fffffffffffuck!!” Quinn screamed herself hoarse, in both pain and pleasure, as the taller blonde above her starting pulling her cock out completely and spearing right back in.With one last big thrust, Brittany fell against Quinn’s sweat slicked back and released her seed deep inside her bowels.Quinn’s groaned heavily as the warm load painted her ass milky white, but that groan turned quickly into a squeal as the taller blonde’s fingers found their way to her clit and rubbed her to an orgasm. It was an orgasm so intense her knees would have given out without the firm comforting arms wrapped around her waist.The smaller blonde’s breathing started to slow as she lowered her face into her arms, her head buzzing in the afterglow. Brittany kept her up with one hand while the other lazily massaged her left breast, her face pressed against Quinn’s slick spine. The last spurt of cum emptied into the strippers ass and her boss’s massive cock finally began to soften.“Jesus, Britt, that was- Oh fuck!” the jelly-legged blonde said, feeling Brittany’s fingers return to her clit. “N-no more, B, please, I can’t-!”“You gave me your ass, Q,” Brittany said, her lips against Quinn’s ear, as her fingers started to rub faster. “I gotta repay you with a couple more O’s.”And she kept her promise, rubbing the smaller blonde’s clit until she came again, and again, and again, all the while her softening dick kept warm within the other’s ass. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rachel Berry had spent her entire life preparing to become an actress of the stage and screen, a singer, and performer. That meant acting and vocal lessons from the time she could speak, dance and ballet when she could walk, making her debut on stage at just three years old, with a performance that brought the audience of the Lima Community theater to tears.After going through puberty, she did all she could to have the appearance of a star as well as the talent. She exercised religiously, maintained a strict vegan diet, kept her skin clear and moisturized and tanned with careful sunbathing, and even kept her waist-length hair well-groomed and tangle-free.It was the day after her interview, in the early morning hours that Rachel began to realize how a little over twenty years of single-minded determination could make her an excellent stripper.The call came in around six, the ID said Brittany Pierce, but it wasn’t her on the phone.“B wants you to come in early to practice with a few of our girls,” the familiar husky voice said, over the sound of heavy snores in the background. “They’ll show you the ropes before your first shift.”She was directed to a small dance studio attached to the back of the building, two statuesque blonde’s ushering her inside as soon as she approached its entrance. They were both middle-aged, retirees in stripper years, but just as shapely and attractive in their black leotards as any of the girls Rachel had seen the night before.The more open and friendly blonde introduced herself as Holly Holliday and the other as Cassandra July, a name she recognized instantly.They started off with stretches to warm up, both demonstrating a level of flexibility that had Rachel envious and a bit hot under the collar. The withering sneer July gave her as she held her leg over her shoulder would have made the brunette slink away in embarrassment if she hadn’t seen a certain Youtube video.It was when they put her through the basics that Rachel had her little epiphany. She picked up everything they showed her with ease and before long they had her practicing on the studio poles. It would be an intense workout every night, but her body was built for it.She quickly realized it was getting out of her own head and inhabiting a role, a nameless character for now. That character would move up and down those poles as quickly as Holliday, strut and dance like July and she would do it all with a performer’s confidence.“Well done, Rachel, you’re a natural,” Holly said as Rachel hung from the pole by her calves, her head almost touching the floor. Coming from anyone else that might have been an insult, but the statuesque blonde oozed sincerity.“Schwimmer can dance, no doubt,” Cassandra said, leaning against a ballet bar next to Holly, “but put her up on that stage in naught but her birthday suit and she won’t be nearly as graceful.”As she spoke, Rachel laid her palms flat on the floor, too focused on her dismount to let the blonde’s words affect her. One leg unhooked from the pole as a bead of sweat dripped off her nose on to the floor. With the utmost care, she balanced herself with both feet in the air before dropping them forward on the ground.“Hot damn, Rach,” Brittany said from the now open doorway, her blood-shot eyes peering at her over Ray Bans.Rachel gasped silently, nervously primping her hair back and wiping the sweat from her brow before turning around to look at her new boss. The tall blonde was holding a cup carrier in one hand and hugging the other two blondes with the other arm. She was wearing the same clothes as the night before.“Thought you were working overnight, Miss Pierce,” Holly said, addressing the younger blonde with a cheeky smile.“Coffee run, Holls, duh,” Brittany said, sticking her tongue out, while Cassandra swooped in to grab one, planting a quick kiss on her cheek as thanks. “Just glad I made it back in time to see this.”“So what’s the verdict on our new girl?” Santana said, now fully clothed, stepping into the studio with a box of bagels and her own coffee nestled against her lips.“Little Schwimmer’s got skill, but we still don’t know if she’ll prude up on her first shift.”“Schwimmer?” Brittany said, sky blue eyes blinking in confusion.“Sh-she’s trying to say my face looks like that of a man’s, specifically the actor from Friends,” Rachel said, cooly glancing at the smaller blonde, with her hands on her hips.Brittany looked back and forth at the two women, her doe eyes seemingly clueless.“Nobody gets your old lady references,” she said to Cassandra after a few seconds, earning a slap on the back of her head as she passed her.She walked up to the golden-skinned brunette and offered her a coffee and a smile. Rachel thanked her with her own, their hands brushing together as she took the cup.Barefoot, the petite brunette had to crane her head back to look at the Brittany’s face but it wasn’t intimidating. The doe-eyed blonde presence was actually comforting now, her warmth had driven away any and all tension that was in the room.Cassandra and Holly had followed Santana and her bagels out of the studio, leaving them alone. Rachel sipped her coffee, none too surprised her boss correctly guessed her sugar-to-milk ratio.“Don’t listen to Cassie, ‘kay?” Brittany said, pushing back a lock of sweaty hair behind the petite brunette’s ear. “She makes way more money working for me than when she was on Broadway, but she’s still bitter.”“Yeah, I suspected as much,” Rachel said, blushing as the blonde’s fingers lingered on her cheek. “But thank you, Br- Miss Pierce.”Brittany barked out a laugh.“Don’t listen to Holly either,” the blue-eyed blonde said, giggling, “She was just being a brat. All my girls call me Brittany, or B, or whatever, just not Miss.”“Sorry, Brittany,” Rachel said with a shy smile, ducking her head before looking back up at the towering woman’s beaming gaze.“And they don’t say sorry, not when there’s nothing to say it for,” Brittany said, poking the smaller woman in her dimpled cheek before she laughed and slapped her hand away.“I’ve got you on the schedule for tonight,” Brittany said after Rachel’s giggling died down, clasping their hands together. “But only if you’re ready, if you’re really ready to go out there.”The petite brunette didn’t have to consider it, she knew.“Yes, I am.”“Yo Britt, we’re in luck!” Santana shouted from across the room, startling the two women from drifting any closer together. “Found some cream cheese in Dani’s cooler, you know what that is, right? Creamy, delicious, absolutely necessary to enjoy fresh baked bagels, and the stuff you walked out the deli without, remember?”Brittany rolled her eyes, never letting the brunette’s hands go as she looked over her shoulder at the Latina, now standing in the hallway.“I forget the cream cheese,” Brittany said, raising her and Rachel’s left hand and then their right, “you forget to thank me for the free food; it's a vicious cycle, babe.”The willowy blonde undermined her own sarcasm by blowing another raspberry in the smirking Latina’s direction.“Your parents taught you to say thanks for free food, right?” Brittany said, her head turned back to look down at the smaller brunette. “You’re like the politest girl I’ve ever met, Rach, obviously-”“Okay! Okay, I get it, I haven’t…” Santana said loudly, pausing as she glided up to the blonde’s side to put her mouth up to her ear. “-Thanked you, properly, Britt... not yet, at least.”The smooth purr of her words made Brittany’s eyes grow dark. Rachel missed seeing those sky blues turn black, her head glued to the floor to hide her blush. She pulled her hands out of the blonde’s own, finding little resistance as she pulled away from the two women.Brittany tilted her head when the Latina started whispering in her ear, blankly staring above Rachel’s head before she blinked her eyes back into focus.“So- ahem, so we’re a-go for tonight,” Brittany said, giving the petite brunette a quick peck on the cheek before Santana began pulling her out of the studio by her collar. “C-come in a little- uh, a little early to get prepped and- and we’ll pick out your name- your stage name, I mean!”Rachel watched her go with a bizarre look, exchanging an awkward wave as the Latina lead her out of sight.“Oh and have some bagels! Bye, Rachel!!”“B-bye… thank you,” Rachel said in a small voice, too concerned with her own reaction to Brittany’s natural magnetism to puzzle out what she had witnessed. She looked down at her feet and swallowed down the lump in her throat.She looked up to find half a bagel, thick with a spread of cream cheese on a napkin held up to her nose.“Best bagels in Manhattan,” Holly said, holding both halves of the bagel in each hand, one without the spread. “Britt always makes sure her girls have the proper fuel for the job.”Having already smelled them from across the room, Rachel thanked the older woman and took both halves, mashing them back together and taking a bite.The petite brunette moaned happily, nodding in agreement as she tore into the bagel, too hungry from the morning exercise to remember her manners.“Cassie and I already found the perfect outfit for your debut,” Holly said with a warm smile, taking the feasting brunette by the elbow to guide her out of the studio. “Trust me when I say this, Rachel, jaws will be dropped tonight.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  “Damn, Britt,” Santana said, whistling at the sight of the figure lying face down on Brittany’s literal loveseat, tucked away in the corner of her office. “How many times did you go down Alice’s rabbit hole?”The ‘Alice’ in question grumbled, half-awake, flipping the Latina off, her face still snuggled into the thick sheet haphazardly thrown over the couch. She quickly fell back asleep under a curtain of tangled blonde curls, her knees tucked under her stomach and her pert bottom upright in the air, glowing in the dim office lights.The Latina snorted out a laugh, sidling up to the loveseat to poke the shimmering five carat diamond adorning the butt plug nestled firmly in the smaller blonde’s tender asshole.“Wanky.” Santana said, her finger idly circling the once-tight pucker gaped wide and clenching around the glass plug. At just the right angle she could see the milky white cum filling the smaller blonde’s bowels through the glass.“Q’s always been the grateful one, San,” Brittany said, looking down at the sleeping beauty with pride in her eyes, bumping the Latina’s hip with her own as they marveled at the sight. “Every O I gave her, she gave back, that’s just who she is.”As blue eyes gazed loving down the soft glistening curves, the Latina pulled out her boss’s desk chair with her foot and shoved Brittany back with a hand on her chest.“I’ll show you grateful!” Santana said as the taller blonde dropped on to her chair. She kept her palm pressed against the others chest, leaning down to come face to face with her wide-eyed boss.“Sit down and relax, Papí,” the Latina said, her pillowy lips brushing against the blue-eyed blonde’s nose as she spoke. “Let me show you how thankful I really am.”Santana pushed the chair back, away from the loveseat, behind the desk and stepped back, just out of the club owner’s reach. She unbuttoned her jeans and started dancing to an imaginary beat, letting them slide down her hips as she unbuttoned her sweater.“Fuck, baby girl,” Brittany said, biting her lip as the Latina slowly peeled off her sweater, revealing only rich caramel skin underneath. “Free boobin’ it on a coffee run? How did I not notice?”“Got our girl Alice to thank for that,” Santana said, tossing her sweater aside while jiggling her panty-clad ass a hair’s breadth away from Quinn’s dozing face. “Left the office with a clear head after dumping all your baby batter into her bony little ass.”“Be nice,” the blue-eyed blonde said, fighting a grin as she watched the Latina’s caramel-hued breasts bounce up and down, her puffy pink nipples hard enough to cut diamonds.“You first, Papí,” the Latina said, huffing in mock indignation, her arms crossed, pushing her swollen tits together. “Don’t get me wrong, Q’s got a nice ass for a white girl, but you saying she’s more grateful? I call bullshit.”As she spoke, the dark-skinned goddess added her panties to the pile of clothes on the floor, and strutted up to the reclining blonde. Settling her knees on either side of Brittany’s thighs, Santana climbed up on her lap, the flaring lips of her pussy brushing against the blonde’s bulging crotch.“This monster of yours is in my mouth every day,” the Latina said, grinding her pussy back and forth, dampening Brittany’s crotch with her essence as she put her hands on the other’s shoulders. “And your seemingly endless baby batter makes up half my diet, so when you call me ungrateful-”“N-never said ungrateful,” Brittany said, grinding her teeth and gripping her arm rests as the raven-haired Latina rubbed against her lap.“Less grateful, whatevs’,” Santana said with half a smirk, freeing her glossy raven locks from the bun atop her head to fan out around her shoulders. “Point is it hurts my feelings, makes me feel- what’s the word? Hmmm... “As she pretended to ponder the question, the Latina rubbed the back of her head to flutter out her hair against the blonde’s elfin face, her face and thick lips puckered up into a pout.“I didn’t mean it, baby girl,” Brittany whined, her hands finding purchase on the caramel-skinned brunette’s thick waist. “I was just teasing-”A finger on her lips shut her up quick as the Latina put her other hand down to the soaked fabric of the blonde’s pants.“No, Papí, you were right,” Santana husked, pulling Brittany’s cock out to rest stiffly against her mound. “Me and Q owe everything we have to you.”As she spoke, the shapely brunette dragged the blonde’s hands from her hips to her very ample ass. Brittany squeezed those fleshy cheeks just hard and soft enough not to bruise, eliciting a soft moan from the woman in her lap.“Mmm, fuck, Papí, it’s all yours,” the Latina said, trying to maintain her composure as the mushroom head of her boss’s cock rubbed against her engorged clit and those possessive hands pinched and squeezed her ass. “We’re not just sluts or whores, we're YOUR sluts, YOUR whores.”“So I pay for this pussy?” Brittany said with a grin, her hooded eyes spotting the beads of sweat accumulating around the brunette’s brow. “Bought and paid for it already,” Santana said, licking her lips as she felt the blonde’s cock rub against the folds of her cunt, lubricating with her own fluids. “This is your pussy, B, its your fucking cocksleeve, I swear.”Santana stifled a wanton moan as she guided Brittany’s painfully thick cock into her core, feeling every inch as she descended. The blonde below her responded with a growl as they came together, squeezing the Latina’s ass harder and harder until she impaled herself fully.“Ohhhh, fuck, Papí!” the caramel-skinned brunette spit, groaning in delicious pain from the initial penetration. “Y-you fucking ruined me, you ruined this pussy for anything else but this- fuck!- this dick!”“Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…” Brittany began to chant through grit teeth, nuzzling her nose against the Latina’s neck as she squeezed the fat flesh between her fingers.“Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours…” Santana said, picking up the chant when the blonde’s mouth became occupied with the skin of her neck, nipping and sucking that special spot usually covered by a choker on the job.The shapely Latina wrapped both arms around her boss’s long neck and savored the stretch in her core and the sting of the blonde’s teeth. She felt those strong hands begin to lift her up, pulling her halfway off that hot thick shaft, her inner walls clenching desperately to keep it in.Dropping back down into her lap, Santana felt the blonde’s curved hilt hit that spongy spot within her, igniting stars in her eyes.Brittany sighed in content, settling back in her chair with one hand behind her head and the other still on the moaning brunette’s hip.Santana didn’t even need the playful pinch on her ass to know what the blonde wanted from her. Brushing back the stray hairs clinging to her sweaty face, she gave Brittany a proud smile.“You’re such a Boss, babe,” she said, arching her back, her palms resting on the blonde’s steel cut abs as she began riding the monster inside her. “We should change the name of this place to ‘Big Daddy Pierce’s’, or some- Oh fuck!”“Oooooh, I like that idea, San!” Brittany said, her cock’s magnetic attraction to the Latina’s g-spot rendering her unintelligible. “Hmmm, how about ‘Papí Pierce’s Pole’? It's like a double- uh, double entree, right?”“Entendre, B,” Quinn said from the corner, her voice huskier from sleep and muffled by the couch cushion. Still groggy and boneless, the blonde stripper had enough sense to turn her head to watch the free show while she slowly regained consciousness.“That’s it, thanks, baby girl!” The taller blonde said, giving Quinn a wink and tweaking Santana’s nipple to get a moan for both of their benefits. “All my girls love dancing on ‘Papí Pierce’s Pole’, right, babes? We gotta put that up on a billboard!”Just as she finished speaking, the door to her office burst open and Cassandra July strutted in like it was hers.“Please don’t give her a bigger head than the one she’s got,” the older blonde said as she pulled out the last water bottle from the office mini-fridge, gazing at all the sex and post-sex on display with mild interest.“Not- fuck!- ing possible,” Santana said as she rode the blonde harder for the benefit of her new audience, wincing every time she slammed down hard enough for the blonde to bottom out.All three blondes fixated on her bouncing breasts and a full minute passed with the only sound in the room being the wet squelch of her pussy being pummeled.“Ugh, this place reeks of sex,” Cassie said, arms crossed as she looked away from the alluring sight and spotted the air freshener on a file cabinet in the corner of Brittany’s office. “Don’t tell me Schwimmer’s nose wasn’t burning when she came in- Ouch!”The open-handed slap on her ass was hard enough to make the older blonde’s face color more than the flesh exposed by her leotard. Cassandra whipped her head down to glare at her boss, who gave her a chastising yet playful look in return.“That’s for being mean to Rachel,” Brittany said, her hand returning to the older woman’s bottom to pinch and caress stinging flesh all the while Santana kept on dutifully bouncing up and down on her lap. “No more name-calling, ‘kay?”“Ok, ok, I’ll be nice!” Cassandra said quickly, slapping away the taller blonde’s hand as it pinched down her ass to the gap in her thighs, just before those fingers could touch the moist cloth clinging tightly to the lips of her pussy. “She won’t even last a full shift, so it won’t be that hard for me.”“Wanna bet on that?” The younger blonde said childishly, pulling Cassandra closer to her by the fabric of her leotard, purposefully wedging it up the crack of her ass.“Oh please,” Cassandra replied, slapping the hand away once more before turning around to rest her hip against the side of the chair swaying from the motion of the women astride it. “I’m too old to be betting on whether your little JAP has a lucky night, it’s not like you’ve got anything I really want anyway.”Brittany barked out a laugh as the former Broadway star unconsciously cuddled against her, putting an arm around her shoulder and her cheek atop her head, that haughty mask falling apart rather quickly.“How about the Executive Suite, all to yourself for a straight month,” the younger blonde said, her face turned against the older woman’s neck before she felt the Latina above her stop gyrating on her cock almost completely.“Are you out of your cooze-loving mind?” Santana said, outraged, brushing back sweat-soaked raven black hair out of her face to glare at the two grinning blondes inches from her face. “Working that room is an easy five g's on a slow night, you can’t just give it to Number Six of some ‘Top Ten Career Nosedives of 2016’ listicle for a whole damn month!”Before Cassandra could snap back the blue-eyed blonde pinched the Latina’s engorged clit and slapped her thigh.“Turn around, ‘Tana,” Brittany said, dismissively, lifting the caramel-skinned brunette up by her hips to stand on quivering legs, pulling out of her glistening cunt with an audible pop. “We wanna see that fat ass jiggle on my cock, right, Cass?”“I’d rather watch fat jiggle than silicone,” Cassandra said under her breath, while Santana whined, swiveling around to show off her shapely backside. As she turned, Brittany swiped a finger against the base of her cock to collect some of the brunette’s fluid and popped it into Cassandra’s mouth to keep it busy.The Latina looked over her shoulder as she pulled her supple cheeks apart to aim her glistening cunt at the weeping head of the cock held tightly in the blue-eyed blonde’s fist. Squatting down, she took it all back in with ease, her shiny dimpled ass coming to rest on Brittany’s pelvis.“Ok, I’ll take the bait,” the older blonde said, licking her lips at the sight of the brunette arching her well-muscled back as she began to ride their employer from behind, elbows on her desk for support. “Shit load of money in it for me, so what's in it for you?”Brittany was almost too lost in the pleasure of Santana’s gyrating hips to respond.“You, me, my- fuck, baby girl!- my dick clone and the reject closet,” she said, breathlessly, her hands filled with the Latina’s rippling caramel flesh.Cassandra buried her face in the younger blonde’s sweaty scalp to contain her groan. Brittany’s infamous ‘dick clone’ was the dildo made from casting a mold of her penis, a perfect replica hand crafted as a gift for letting a porn studio film in the club while it was closed for renovation. It was even embossed with the signatures of all the blonde’s favorite porn stars, running up and down the shaft like the veins of her actual dick.And the ‘reject closet’ was packed full of costumes that didn’t fit the high standards of the club, standards she had set with Holly and the rest of the costuming department.So losing this bet meant a night double stuffed with an autographed dildo, wearing any number of outfits too garish and slutty for a strip club.“Fine, bet’s on,” Cassandra said, her pride playing right into Brittany’s hands as she stood up from the armrest and ruffled her hair. “When I win, I might just buy you something nice, ‘Pappy Pierce’.”“That’s- fuck! P-Papí Pierce to you, Milfy,” Santana said through grinding teeth, still riding her cock like the whore she proudly claimed to be, the muscles of her back twitching with the exertion. "You'll be screaming it tonight!"“How about a fleshlight,” the older blonde said, her arms crossed, watching the younger stripper’s fleshy ass, glistening with sweat as it twerked up and down. “Won’t talk back, at least… maybe a tad less artificial-...”Her words petered out as she caught sight of that bead of sweat running down the Latina’s back, and circling the tight little pucker of her ass, winking at a captive audience out of sympathy for the sopping lips getting plundered beneath it.“Do you know what all my girls have in common, Cassie?” Brittany said, her eyes dark with lust and following that same bead of sweat drop down into her crotch, her hands grabbing big handfuls of Santana’s dewy skinned cheeks.“Deep-seated and embarrassing daddy issues?” Cassandra said after turning away from the tempting sight altogether to regain composure. Her moan joined the air with the Latina’s when she felt that familiar hand return to her own ass, pinching the smooth flesh almost reverently.“Fat... juicy asses,” the taller blonde said, gazing up at her with a knowing smile before returning to the raven-haired brunette’s bouncing behind with both pairs of eyes and hands. “I can’t wait t-to bury my tongue in yours before I fuck it with my dick clone!”The older blonde scoffed and smacked her lightly upside the head in response, and turned to walk out of the office with what remained of her dignity.“Ooh, wait, wait, do me a favor and fill a few enema bags for me, will you, Cass,” Brittany said before she could leave, never taking her eyes off the Latina above her.The older blonde looked back with a glare, just about to unload on her for being so cocky when she spoke again.“They’re not for you, obvi’, but my Q babe needs a good cleaning before the shift starts, don’t you, Baby Mama?”Casandra spotted said baby mama bury her face in the cushion of the love-seat to hide her blush before she turned away, grumbling in agreement with the younger blonde’s request and walking out the door with a blush of her own.“Fuck the enema, she can work with the plug in,” Santana said as the door closed, her eyes glaring determinedly ahead as she rode blonde’s pole from behind, locks of sweaty black hair plastered to her glistening skin. “If I could do it, Q could too…”Brittany laughed while Quinn huffed indignantly, rolling her head to the side to groan in groggy discomfort.“Oh please, like you did last New Years?” The hazel-eyed blonde croaked, the side of her face sticking to the couch sheet from dried sweat as she scoffed at the bouncing Latina. “You let her up there twice before she dared you to dance one set and you didn’t even have to finish your shift!”“She’s... right, Babe,” Brittany said before Santana could snap back, groaning as her hips picked up speed, clutching that buoyant ass harder and harder. “Q took way more Os in that cute little booty of hers than you ever did.”Santana whipped her head around to gawk wordlessly at the other stripper, her eyes turning even darker.“Mierda, Papí, only y-you could turn our WASPy little Celibacy club president into an anal slut,” she said, her body glistening with sweat, muscles twitching with the strain of her movements.“Yeah, Daddy, only you,” Quinn said softly, a sleepy grin on her face as she gazed intently at the pair, reaching out to touch the edge of the rocking desk chair just out of her reach. “And only you could turn our little repressed under-the-bleachers football team cum dump into a one-dick girl.”Brittany’s hand found hers, entwining their fingers together as the bouncing brunette breathlessly cursed her out.“Do you hear her, Daddy,” the smaller blonde purred, stroking the back of her employer’s hand with her fingers, “She’s trying to make you cum first, thinks she can outlast you. It's killing her splitting herself open like that over and over, running herself haggard, hasn’t touched her clit once.”“Shhhhut up, Qui- Ahh, fuck!!”The taller blonde’s hand struck the Latina’s ass, rippling against her bare flesh and causing her to unconsciously moan and clench around the girth inside her“Is that true, ‘Tana?” Brittany said, pulling the stripper to sit upright on her cock, wrapping her arms around the others’ toned stomach. “Still trying to make me cum first?”“Motherfucker!” Santana spit, sitting up fully impaled as the blonde’s hands came up to cup her ample breasts. “Y-you- you can’t last forever, Papí- oh fuck, oh fuck!”As she spoke, the blue-eyed blonde started kneading her round tits and pinching her nipples until they were bruised and sore.“Come on, gorgeous, you know what I want,” her employer said, giggling in response to the Latina’s petulant whine, bouncing her up and down on her cock with bucking hips. “Drown my cock with your- what the fuck?!”Brittany’s satisfied tone dropped off exactly the moment Santana’s inner muscles started clenching around her cock deliberately. Even at the edge of orgasm, the brunette had never squeezed her like this.“Someone’s been practicing her kegels,” Quinn said in a sing-songy voice, happily observing the crack in the taller blonde’s unshakable facade and thanking those extra classes the Latina signed them up for after yoga.Brittany growled in surprise as the glistening brunette on top of her leaned forward, hands gripping the arms of the chair, dropping that fat ass on her pelvis like an anvil. The muscles wrapped around her cock milking her to the edge of release forced the club owner on the defensive.“Mierda! C-come on, Papí, I know what you want,” Santana said, a determined grimace on her face masking her own desperation, gyrating her hips just enough to tug at the blonde’s cock every time she clenched. “Cum inside me, Papí… y-your cum in your pussy, please!!”For a split second, Quinn thought she had a chance, before the taller blonde started bucking her hips up to meet the Latina’s own.“FUCK!” Santana cursed, dropping her head back as the blue-eyed blonde put her hands under her thighs to lift her knees up, driving her fat cock even deeper with every thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, FUCK, fffffffffffffffffffffffuck!!”Brittany’s finger on her swollen clit pushed her over the edge, her pussy soaking the blonde’s lap and the black leather seat beneath. The warmth in her core soon turned blistering from the first surge of cum spurting deep inside her, swimming through her own fluids with ease.“Damn, baby girl,” Brittany said breathlessly, sighing in content as the Latina’s slick walls milked her load to the last drop, her arms curling around her flat stomach. “You got closer than anyone, I’ll give you that.”Santana had nowhere near her composure, as she drank in heavy gulps of air, chest heavy and glistening with the rivulets of sweat running down her dark skin.“Gave… me.. a lot more… than that,” the Latina said between breaths, her head resting against the crook of the blonde’s neck and her hands stroking the arms wrapped protectively around her middle. “Jesus, B, I think… I think you just came in my brain… I can hear that baby batter swimming between my ears.”The blonde's blue eyes blinked open at that, suddenly remembering the conversation she and Santana shared a few nights past. It was in the relative privacy of her million dollar town home, sandwiched between her two favorite girls when one of them brought up the idea of going off birth control. Quinn and Brittany already had a child together, and Santana loved Beth like she was hers, but she had been open to having another. ”Oooh, its good to know this place has PTO,” Brittany said, all too unconvincing with a smirk on her face. “Like just in case my employees want a few months or a year off their feet, you know?” “Ugh, such a boss,” Santana said, kissing the bright-eyed blonde’s jaw, settling back fully into the other’s well toned front. “God help me… if she’s got your eyes, might never come back.”Her unspoken promise brought the softening cock inside her pulsing back to life as the smaller blonde beside them scoffed in amusement.“Give it nine months, San,” Quinn said, tucking her arms under her cheek with a yawn and closing her eyes, “and you’ll understand why I stick to anal.”She wiggled her pert bottom in the air as she fell back asleep, dozing off shortly before the playful smack rippled across it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Pre show jitters were a constant in Rachel’s life, but here in the back of the club the soft lights, ambient music vibrating the walls and the chorus of chattering voices all around her seemed to drown them out.

Those voices belonged to her new coworkers, and all but July had welcomed her with open arms. It was something Rachel never would have expected growing up as she did, peers who didn’t judge or insult her, speaking to her as an equal and a friend.

They even gossiped with her as they all touched up their makeup before her first shift.

They talked about how lucky she was to work in the only club in New York that didn’t charge house fee’s or even enforce tip-outs, news to her well after applying for the job.

They shared a few details about Brittany that caught her interest; about her father, Pierce Pierce, an oddball and self-described real estate mogul who had bought up dozens of properties all over the city.

This club was one of the few the government hadn’t seized in its RICO investigation, and after the elder Pierce went MIA, ownership of the building had passed to his teenage daughter.

When she asked how he bought them all in the first place or how his daughter kept the club, one of the girls, Mercedes had just warned her not to get lost down that particular rabbit hole.

However she kept it, the younger Pierce had taken over the business just out of high school and turned it into the hottest club in Manhattan.

Her secret weapons, Holly had claimed as she helped put on the brunette’s face- Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez. The day she walked in with her BFF’s on either arm, clad in leather, lace and heels, the club had changed. They brought in so many customers they could afford to turn away the sleazier businessmen, and that brought in more dancers seeking those more respectful and generous customers left over.

Rachel wasn’t surprised, both strippers were breathtaking and drew her eyes almost as much as the club owner.

They were so attractive, she had almost felt ugly in comparison. Almost.

Years of therapy and self-care had certainly done their part, but this new outfit Holly and the others had picked out made her feel like she truly belonged on that stage.

“Just about perfect,” Holly said as she finished up the brunette’s makeup, slipping off the counter to meet her gaze in the mirror. “What do you say, girls?”

The hoots and hollers of approval from around the room fueled the older woman’s smile and Rachel couldn’t help but share it. She stood up slowly, gazing at her form in the mirror like it was a stranger.

“...Wow,” Rachel said, struggling with what else to say as she drank in the sight.

What else could she say, that she looked like sex incarnate? A stuffy businessman’s wet dream? Or at the very least a class above high-class stripper.

From the heels and striped stockings that came up to her thighs, strapped to a garter belt that wrapped around her glistening abs to the leather vest and bustier that gave her an actual cleavage, she looked and felt good.

Everything came together well and, as Holly had shown her earlier, everything could be taken apart easily when it came time to actually strip. The question was, could she do it out there?

“Stage set and ready in five, girls!”

The call came from Tina, the DJ peeking her head through the door, and so the question would soon be answered.

“Now please give a warm welcome to our newest dancer, blindingly bright so look out for… Starlight!”

She sauntered out onto the middle of the stage upon the DJ’s introduction, wrapping a hand around the center pole for balance as she caught her hips up with the beat. The strobing lights surrounding the platform followed her as she moved, blinding her to the audience before her eyes started to adjust.

The first face Rachel could make out in the sea of lounging silhouettes was Brittany’s, which definitely caught her off guard.

The club owner was nestled in the corner away from her patrons, clapping along with them, her gaze transfixed on the brunette’s glistening form. Holly and Cassandra were topless and draped on her sides, their heads resting on her shoulders as they took in the show.

Rachel recovered quickly, keeping her body in rhythm and settling into the routine she’d learned only a few hours ago.

After a few simple swings around the pole, Rachel riled the crowd with a leg above her head, hooking her calf and heel on to the pole to hang off it. Upside down she locked eyes with Cassie, watching that smug grin on her face disappear as the brunette unzipped her bustier.

The crowd around her kept their voices low, the only sign of their interest being their claps and the bills thrown onto the stage. But Rachel could also feel their stares, their lust for her and the other girls, the men and women around her eating up her every move.

When she dismounted from the pole with her breasts exposed, Rachel marched down the platform steps, swinging her hips as she approached the patrons sitting directly under the stage. She dropped to her knees at its edge, gazing down at a young woman holding out a fifty while her boyfriend held her up in his lap.

She gave her a sultry smile and swiveled her hips closer so that the woman could slide the bill into her stocking. Blowing her a kiss, Rachel slipped side to side with a back spin to collect more offers.

After ten minutes of dancing, the other strippers climbed off the stage and homed in on their regulars, knowing their new coworker was holding the attention of the crowd. By that point Rachel was starting to sweat through her makeup, but the lust and adulation of the crowd was like a drug that kept her going.

She had over a month’s worth of rent stuffed in her clothes, and she hadn’t even wandered off the stage.

The DJ’s playlist soon ended and the gentle beat that replaced it lured Rachel out to the floor. Weaving through the tables and lounges, collecting tips and flirting with customers, she was headed in one direction- right to her new boss.

By the time she came up to the sharply dressed blonde, most of her own clothes had been discarded along the way and without thinking Rachel settled across her lap.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Rachel said, holding onto the blue-eyed blonde’s tie for balance, panting and grinning wildly from the exercise, utterly oblivious to the looks of surprise on the three blonde’s faces.

“I couldn’t miss your big premiere, pretty girl,” Brittany said, laughing at the brunette’s boldness and settling her hands on her waist to keep her steady.

“I- I thought you’d be- uhm, up there,” Rachel said, pointing up to the mirrored panels almost directly above them before she realized where she was. “Oh shi- shoot, sorry, I-”

“Shhh, its OK,” Brittany said, holding the brunette in place before she could bolt out of her lap, “you’re good, it’s part of the job, you’re doing great, right, Holls?”

“You kicked ass up there, Rach,” Holly said, nodding her head on the younger blonde’s shoulder as she pushed back a stray bit of hair stuck to the brunette’s pouty lips.

“Here’s a tip for you, Showgirl,” Cassandra said from the club owner’s other shoulder, with a sour look and arms crossed under her glistening naked breasts. “Unless they ask you to join, don’t come swooping in and poaching customers from other girls.”

“Oh, hush, sore loser,” Brittany said, pinching one of the older blonde’s stiff nipples before looking back up into the brunette’s flushed face. “Don’t listen to her. I would have totally invited you to turn this awesome stripper sandwich into a stripper taco, you know ‘cause you’re like the bottom that gets all soggy and- Oh, lookie here!”

Brittany’s eyes were looking over her shoulder, and Rachel turned her head around to spot the visibly nervous woman approaching them.

“Oh, hey, this place is really nice,” the customer said, flashing a toothy grin to the club owner who thanked her with her own before focusing on the stripper in her lap. “I was wondering if I could buy a dance for my fiance, it's her birthday tomorrow.”

“Oooh, tell the birthday girl’s your tab’s covered for the night!” Brittany said, excitedly bouncing the brunette up and down with her knees. “Now the question is does Starlight want to give her first ever lap dance to the birthday girl?”

“I would love to,” Rachel said, giving a warm smile to the woman so obviously out of her comfort zone.

“Oh, wait, wait, I’ll put that cash of yours in the back,” Holly said as Rachel climbed up off the younger blonde’s lap. “You’re going to be running out of places to keep it in soon enough.”

Rachel agreed and thanked the older woman as she stood up to help pull out all the bills, noticing for the first time how her breasts were just as perky as the rest of her.

“Hey, Holly,” Brittany said as Rachel walked away to join the woman and her fiancé, “want to help me go through the reject closet?”

“Not if Holly wants to keep attending my jazz dance classes, she doesn’t,” Cassandra said, glaring at the other two blondes with murder in her eyes.

Holly accepted the look in her typical way, with an eye-roll and a smile as she got up from the couch and kissed the club owner’s cheek.

“Check your desk,” she whispered into Brittany’s ear, before straightening up and addressing them both. “Sorry, babes, but someone needs to look after Sue while Cass is indisposed. It's not everyday I get to entertain a former Head of State ”

With a wink and a smile she turned and sauntered away in the direction of the VIP booths up the stairs.

“She’s going to toss your perky ass out her lap, Holliday!” Cassandra barked, scaring the shit out of a couple of businessmen a few tables over as she stood up with her hands clenched and cursed. “Fuck my ass!”

“If you insist,” Brittany said, grinning as the glistening golden goddess turned her fury back to her. “Don’t worry about Holly, even Sue can’t resist-”

“Shut up and buy me a shot!” The stripper said, pulling the younger woman up by her tie and dragging her away. “Make it two and have Dani send it up, we’re getting this shit over with!”

By the time her shift was halfway done, Rachel was running on fumes and clutching more money in her hands than she’d ever earned in a paycheck. Holly had warned her not to overdo it with the dancing, but she was overeager as always.

So after depositing the rest of her money in her purse, the topless brunette headed for the locker room, mulling over a nice hot shower before she bumped into a familiar form.

“Oh h-hello, it’s Quinn, right?” Rachel said, stepping away and combing her hair back as she looked up into those hazel eyes, bright with an unexpected smile, before she realized the blonde’s porcelain skinned body was on full display. “I’m sorry, I was just- oh, uhm, wow-”

“Hey, Rachel, it’s good to see you,” Quinn said, her skin damp and her long Godiva-like hair hanging over her shoulders, dripping water on the tile as she held the brunette’s hands with her own. “I wanted to apologize for last night, it wasn’t the best introduction. You were great on stage, by the way.”

“Oh, wow, thanks, I- wait, I didn’t see you out there,” Rachel said, missing the baby soft feel of the blonde’s palms after they pulled away.

“Britt’s office,” Quinn replied, tossing her hair over one shoulder to wring it out between her fingers into the floor drain.

She looked like a Maxim photographer’s wet dream.

“Well, thanks for watching…” Rachel said, petering off as she got caught up in the blonde’s warm gaze. “You- you’re very pretty, Quinn, not to be random, but like the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, I know,” Quinn said, without a hint of arrogance, her half smile directed at the obvious flush of the brunette’s cheeks. “It helped having someone around most of my life to remind me of it, but thanks and same to you, Rach.”

‘It was Brittany, right? And Santana?” Rachel said, bashfully ducking her head and folding her arms over her breasts.

“San’s only flattering when she’s drunk,” the blonde said with a laugh, stepping into the locker room to grab a silk robe off a rack on the right wall. “But yes, they’ve both been there for me.”

“Can you tell me about her?” Rachel said, sad to see that robe wrap around those smooth curves. “Brittany I mean, the way everybody talks about her is… odd, I guess.”

Quinn giggled as she fluttered out the golden tresses of her hair.

“Brittany’s insane, I have no idea where she gets all her money and I’m pretty sure her genes are the reason I couldn’t get Beth to start weaning until she was three,” Quinn said, all in one breath, counting down three fingers of her hand like a checklist. “But she’s also kind, compassionate and loyal. Generous too, so don’t worry about working for her. She’ll be the best boss you’ll ever have- not a high benchmark in this city, but still the best.”

“I wasn’t- who’s Beth? The brunette said, her eyes blinking down at the blonde’s toned stomach in search of stretch marks that weren’t there.

“Uhm, Qu- Quinn, I th- think the b- bag’s empty.”

The voice came from the left side of the room, and Rachel’s gaze wandered away from the blonde’s stunning form for the first time to spot the third occupant in the locker room.

A woman in her late thirties, with strawberry blonde hair and mousy doe eyes that made her look younger was lying belly down in a massage chair with only a towel draped over the swell of her bum for cover.

The redhead’s face was flushed the same shade of her hair, and the enema bag hanging from an IV pole behind her was shriveled up.

“Good, now hold it in for a few minutes, Emms,” Quinn said, catching Rachel’s jaw drop with a smile. “It’s a good detox, perfect for a cleanse before or after a shift- Oh, right, have you two met before? This is Emma-”

“Pillsbury. Yes, yes we have.” Rachel said, having met the strawberry blonde in the dressing room and danced beside her on stage.

“I’ll- uh, give you girls some privacy.” She said, avoiding both women’s eyes while slowly backing out of the room.

“Wait, Rachel,” The blonde said, following her out after noticing the brunette’s heavy steps. “Are you OK, you look exhausted?”

“I’m fine, Quinn, but thank-” Rachel said, stopping in her tracks when the other stripper grabbed her hand.

“You overdid it, Rach, most of the girls do it when they start out,” Quinn said, looking at her with concern, her soft hands clasped with hers. “I’ll get you a Lyft to take you home and finish your shift, Brittany won’t mind.”

“Thank you, Quinn,” Rachel said, after a moment of thought, blowing out a sigh of relief at the idea of showering back at her apartment away from nude women cleansing their colons. “I have to get my stuff and say goodbye to a few people.”

“I’ll get your stuff for you, just meet me out back,” Quinn said, smiling when the brunette gave her a sweaty hug and raced away with a blush. “Oh, wait, just don’t go upstairs!”

But she was already too far away to hear her.

After grabbing her phone to text Holly and the others goodbye, Rachel headed up the stairs leading to Brittany’s office. The lights in the stairwell were out, but the sliver of light from the doorway told her it was open.

The first peek she caught as the door inched open panicked her into jumping back out of sight, her back to the wall of the stairwell.

She had spotted a golden-haired figure, silhouetted in the club lights, bent over Brittany’s desk. The executive chair behind the desk cast a shadow over their back.

The figure had their elbows on the desk, hands clutching a plush throw pillow in a death grip.

“Keep whistling and you’ll lose that finger!” The figure said, with an all too familiar voice

Fiery green eyes caught Rachel before she could take another peek from behind the door and a terrifying growl sent her flying back down the stairs.

“STAY THE FUCK OUT!!”

Rachel ran so fast she nearly tripped on her way down, her heart beating out of her chest. She was so scared that she hadn’t even noticed the older woman’s clothes or pigtails.

The sound of Cassandra’s voice brought back too many memories of a certain vocal coach.

She recalled the moment Maestra Isabel yelled at her for missing a note so harshly she peed herself. She was six at the time.

Cassandra July made Isabel look tame.

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“I’m calling a fucking locksmith and getting that fucking door fixed!” Cassie said, glaring at the door as if willing it to close completely. “And if anyone walks in on us, I’m pulling a Lorena Bobbit, I swear to God!”

The younger, taller blonde behind her stood up from the chair, wiping her fingers on the stripper’s shining backside before heading toward the door.

“Blah, blah, old lady reference number twenty-two, blah, blah,” Brittany said, peeking her head through the door to find Dani creeping up the stairs with a sock and doorstop. “Thanks, baby girl!”

With a wink and kiss, she took the doorstop and closed the door, shoving it in the sill as her bartender hung the sock over the front knob.

“You can’t even close it all the way, can you?” The older woman said, her sneering face betrayed by the flush and sheen of sweat on her skin. That and the pigtails.

And the sailor cap.

And the slutty sailor dress, too short to even reach her thighs.

“Santana broke the lock years ago, she said she’d fix it.” Brittany said, walking back to her chair and dropping back onto the plush leather with a sigh of content. “Or maybe she told me to fix it, who knows.”

Cassandra couldn’t have rolled her eyes any harder as she heard the squirt of the KY bottle and felt the younger blonde’s cold slick fingers return to her puckered rim.

“Ooh, someone knew they made the wrong bet, didn’t they?” The younger blonde said, two of her dexterous fingers knuckle deep inside of the other’s loosened rear. “Made themselves all nice and clean for her super-cool boss, huh?”

“Sh- shut up, Papa Pierce, I always have a little pre-shift colonic,” Cassandra said, clenching her teeth as those fingers starting pulling apart inside her, “It’s grrrrr- great for detoxing- Fuck!- why the fuck did Lopez break that lock?!”

Her own bad attempt at deflection just made her cringe and the younger blonde grin .

“Don’t even get me started,” Brittany said, just getting started as she casually fingered the stripper’s asshole open. “So I finally talk Q into trying it up the butt after like the millionth time asking and eating her out until my tongue was numb and then Santana finds out and she was-”

“Fuck! What- what, jealous?” Cassandra said, grimacing at the wall and trying to distract herself from the burn of another finger pushing firmly into her ass. “Maybe she wanted to keep the experience of a prolapsed anus all to herself?!”

“Yeah right,” Brittany scoffed, twisting her fingers like she was popping open a jar to draw out a pained moan from the former Broadway star. “She wanted to watch it happen, we've been talking about popping Q’s anal cherry since high school.”

“Ugghhh- of course,” the older blonde said, arching her back as the seated blonde put her other hand on the swell of her oiled ass.

“Right?! I had Quinn up here, nice and comfy on a pillow, tonguing her cute little bum,” the Brittany said wistfully, massaging the older woman’s pert cheeks with one hand while the other fingered her asshole, opening it slowly but surely as she spoke, “getting her nice and wet and then- Bam!!”

“FUCK!” Cassandra yelped from the sudden smack on her rear, her ass instinctively squeezing around her employer’s fingers.

“Sorry, mama- anyway,” the taller blonde said, giggling as she pulled her three fingers out of Cassandra’s clenching behind briefly to push in four, “Santana kicked open the door with her crazy cheerleader legs and Quinn was not having it. Took me weeks to get her back and she only agreed to let S watch if she wore a ball-gag and handcuffs, which… kinda made it better, so I guess I can’t complain.”

The older blonde shoved her face into her hands, whining pitifully as she felt those long fingers expertly massage her insides. She couldn’t believe she had been so willing to let this vapid fuckboi, almost young enough to be her daughter fuck her like this.

She was struggling just to take her fingers and yet her pussy was wet and clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

“Will you- Fuck!-ing- hurry?!” Cassandra growled, brushing back the stray hairs stuck to her glistening face that had escaped the pigtails.

Her back was arched so high her tits pressed down against the tight itchy fabric of her costume and the club owner’s desk; and the heat so thick in her cleavage, her breasts were sticking together.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, mama,” Brittany said, pushing open the older woman’s cheeks with her free hand and bending forward to lick the reddening rim of her asshole. “Keep pushing me out, I want you gaping for me.”

“There’s a gallon of spit and lube up my ass,” the older woman said, glaring at the other blonde over her shoulder, barely able to see her over the costume’s frilly collar. “Its slicker than my- keep that thumb out, Brittany or I’ll squeeze ‘till they all break!!”

“Ok, Ok, shush,” the younger blonde said, standing up from her chair to push the strippers back lower with her free hand while pulling her ass up with burrowed fingers. She wisely kept her thumb massaging the puffy outer rim. “Push me out and when I say go you keep pushing, OK, mama? Stay open for me.”

Cassandra groaned in compliance, gripping the edges of the desk and grinding her teeth as she pushed back against the younger woman’s finger’s.

“That’s my girl!” Brittany said, beaming with pride at the stripper’s glistening asshole dilating around her fingers, before turning her attention to the jar at the edge of the desk. “My good girl! My good girl’s ready for me now, isn’t she?”

The older blonde whined low in her throat, her pussy clenching as her other hole gaped, the younger woman’s praise turning her on and the shame of it all turning her on even more.

She turned her head to the side, resting her burning cheek on the desk to peek at the jar Brittany was pulling closer.

The dildo was inside the jar, bathing in lubricant, its thick base sticking out of the top with a suction cup attached at the end. Identical to the younger blonde’s own cock, just as long and thick, it would burn and stretch her ass even with all the prep.

Cassie wanted it more than she would ever admit.

“Ok, hot mama, here it comes,” Brittany said, pulling the dildo out of the jar with her free hand and positioning the tip close to her burrowing fingers, readying the switch. “One… twoooo…. Three!”

The mature blonde blew out the breath she was holding, pushing back against the retreating fingers and then against the cold, slick cock slipping back through loosened muscle.

“Fucking hell!” Cassie said, groaning hard as the toy was fully sheathed inside her. “Fucking- Oh God!”

Before she could take in another clear breath of air, the younger blonde had slipped a hand under her legs to pinch the engorged nub of her clit between two fingers, pushing her over the edge and soaking the lace stockings wrapped around her thighs.

Brittany held her down with a hand on her back as the tremors of her orgasm overtook her, massaging the walls of her pussy with four fingers to pull out any more of the older woman’s fluids.

“Mmmm, that’s my girl,” Brittany said, popping a wet finger in her mouth before easing the older blonde up off the desk, careful to keep her spine straight as she moved. “Just imagine how big the next one will be with both of them inside you.”

Cassandra was too busy gasping for breath to respond, turning around in the taller blonde’s arms and hooking her hands behind her neck. She tried to give Brittany a half-hearted glare, but those sky blue eyes were too focused on her heaving chest to notice. Beads of sweat dotted her cleavage, making her creamy skin glisten in the office’s soft lights and the younger blonde licked her lips at the sight.

“Fuck… me.. Fill… me…” Cassie said between breaths, the obvious hunger in Brittany’s eyes reminding her why she agreed to the bet in the first place. “Please…”

The taller blonde responded with a growl, lifting the older woman up by the back of her thighs and wrapping them around her waist. She planted her face between Cassie’s breasts to lick the sweat, while her hands held her up by the fleshy globes of her ass.

The older woman gasped breathlessly, wrapping her arms tighter around the younger woman’s neck as her calves hooked around her back.

She could feel the swell of Brittany’s real arousal press against her mound, just as large as the fake stuffed in her bowels, and just as warm.

“Please! Please-” Cassandra said, desperate and hoarse as the younger woman nipped and sucked the flesh of her tits and neck. “Please, please, please....”

“Please what, mama?” Brittany said, running her tongue up the smooth expanse of her neck. “Please… what?”

Cassandra whined pitifully now, knowing full well what the other blonde wanted and just desperate enough to give it to her.

“P-please… Please, Daddy,” she said, gritting her teeth and growling at the shit-eating grin overtaking the younger woman’s face. “F-fill me, Daddy.”

Brittany carried her closer to the desk, aiming her bottom to the edge of the desk so that the base of the toy would stick to the lacquered wood. She spread the older woman’s legs apart as she settled her down, pushing the dildo even further inside.

Cassie groaned in pain, feeling the mushroom head of the toy reach farther inside her than anything she’d ever taken. And then she felt the real thing, slick with precum and lube delve into her own drenched folds.

“Jesus!“ She cried, squeezing the younger blonde’s neck like a vice as she felt her fat cock slip inside, shuddering at the warmth filling her core. “Fucking-!!”

“Christ, mama!” Brittany said, her hot breath hitting the older woman’s ruddy cheek between nips and kisses as they came together completely. “I can feel my dick clone, it’s so awesome!”

The older blonde whined in response, feeling them both, buried so deep her insides were pulsing, every nerve in her body on fire.

She felt everything, the thin wall of flesh squeezed between both cocks, their every ridge and vein rubbing against her insides.

Cassandra cried out, her vision swimming with tears from the strain, and her trembling limbs squeezed the younger woman’s lithe figure tighter, as though willing her to go deeper.

“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck, pl- please- fuck m- FUCK!”

“Shhhhh,” Brittany replied, kissing away the tears trickling down the strippers high cheekbones. “You’re so hot like this, split open and stuffed full of my cock.”

The older blonde tried to bury her face against Brittany’s neck, but the firm tug of her pigtail kept her chin up, so the younger woman could nip and suckle at her slender neck.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck m- me, Daddy,” Cassie whimpered, as the taller blonde focused on crafting the perfect hickey on glistening skin, the kind that would be a bitch to cover. “So- fuck- SO fucking full!”

“And so fucking tight,” Brittany said, kissing the mark at her twitching jugular before pulling her cock out of the slick sheath of the stripper’s cunt and pushing back in. “Hang on, mama!”

When she started pumping her hips, the woman wrapped around her tried biting her lip, thinking of anything she could to stop herself calling out “Daddy” every other breath.

Every thrust pushed Cassie back against the dildo in her ass and the pressure mounted deep inside her.

“What do you feel, baby?” The younger blonde said, thrusting tirelessly into the stripper’s widespread form and panting in her ear. “Tell me, baby. What. Do. You. Feel!”

As she spoke, Brittany pulled Cassie’s perfectly sculpted legs over her shoulders and thrust hard and deep enough to make the older woman’s eyes go cross.

“Y-you!” Cassandra said through clenched teeth, barely loud enough to hear over the wet squelch of the taller blonde’s thrusts.

“Come on, mama, what do you feel?!”

“Gah- fuck, you, you, YOU!” The older woman said, crying out in painful ecstasy as she felt Brittany’s cock and dildo buried so deep inside her she saw stars behind her eyelids. “Fucking- you, Daddy, just you!!”

She repeated ‘You’ over and over into the cocky blonde’s ear like a mantra as the waves of pleasure crashed over and over her like the younger woman’s thrusts. And so Cassandra came hard enough to drown Brittany in her essence and then came again, and again.

By the time she finished cumming, Cassie’s voice was haggard, her costume soaked in sweat, and the younger blonde was finally releasing into her sopping cunt.

The younger blonde dropped her face into the stripper’s cleavage, panting hard against slick flesh as she finished her own orgasm, bottomed out inside her.

Cassie ran her fingers through Brittany’s choppy blonde locks, silently thanking her birth control as she felt those last spurts of cum paint her walls. She was too old to be a mother again, and her boss already had enough little blue-eyed bastards running around.

“Damn, Cass,” Brittany said after catching her breath, resting her chin on the valley between her breasts, her half-hard pulsating cock still buried deep inside the stripper’s cunt. “This was a great idea.”

Cassie huffed a minty breath into the grinning blonde’s face, trying and failing to move her quivering legs off the other’s shoulders.

“Yeah, g- great,” Cassandra said, groaning in pain as the younger blonde eased her legs back down to her hips, her head clearing up enough to notice just how uncomfortable it was to sit on a massive dildo. “What fucking imagination it takes…”

It was difficult to act annoyed after having several orgasms in a row, but Cassie managed it well enough, feeling that post sex griminess from the cheap fabric of the sailor dress soaked through and clinging to her skin as well as that stupid little cap caught in her hair.

“Now get this baseball bat out of- Ahhh, fuck!” She said, hissing as she felt the younger blonde pull out and begin to lift her up from the desk.

But instead of pulling her off the dildo, Brittany detached it from the desk, keeping it nestled inside the older woman’s ass as she carried her backward to plop them both down on her chair.

“I meant both, you little-” Cassie said, staring down at her boss and noticing two things- that her pants were still on and that her thick cock, jutting out of her fly and slick with the stripper’s fluid was hard again. “Do you think we’re going to go all night with this thing up my ass? That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Aww, no problem, mama,” Brittany said, laughing at the glare the stripper was attempting to give her atop her lap, all the while her hand went below the frills of the sailor dress to finger the woman’s swollen clit. “If you’re too tired, the bet’s over, I know how hard it’s getting for you to keep up, old lady.”

“You’re such a dick,” Cassandra growled, flicking the younger blonde on the nose as she stood up on jelly legs, just out of reach of her teasing fingers. “Fine, but I’m getting out of these fucking clothes first, they’re disgusting.”

“Oh, no way, you’re getting all naked, what a bummer,” Brittany said, watching the bow legged stripper awkwardly peel off the fabric sticking to her sweaty flesh with glee.

“Smartass,” Cassandra said as she tossed aside the dress and undid her pigtails, letting damp golden blonde hair flow loose down her shoulders.

When she waddled forward to take back her seat, Brittany stopped her with a finger and motioned her to turn around. Cassie grumbled but complied, shuffling around to show the younger blonde her shapely bum, and that thick toy nestled between fleshy cheeks.

Brittany put her hands on the older woman’s hips and pulled her up and back on her lap, until her knees were tucked and her shins rested on either side of her thighs.

Without any warning beside an arm wrapped around her waist, Brittany swiveled the chair around to face the window overlooking the club.

Cassie felt the blue-eyed blonde’s hand on the small of her back and so leaned forward to rest her elbows on the window railing, peering down at the club floor, dimly lit now that it was a few hours from closing.

She spotted Dani wiping down the bar, chatting up a few men in black suits with coiled tube earpieces, very obvious Secret Service protecting her best client.

Cassandra growled at the reminder, knowing that while Holly would ultimately share the tips with her, it would be nothing like the amount that she herself could wrangle from the ornery and disgraced former President.

That growl turned into a whine as the younger blonde’s cock was positioned up against her sore pussy.

She looked over her shoulder with an pout so out of character and unconvincing that Brittany snorted in laughter before grabbing the base of the dildo sticking out of her upraised ass and twisting it until she moaned.

"Take it slow, mama," Brittany said, reaching up and pinching the stiff buds of the older woman's breasts with one hand while her other rubbed her clit. "I want to feel every inch of my cock split you open and I want you to feel it too."

With a huff and a whimper, she obeyed, sinking down on the younger blonde's cock inch by inch.

She rode Brittany well after the club finally closed, the last thing she saw before the lights shut off was Holly looking up at her through the two way glass, shuffling a hearty stack of hundreds in her hands with a knowing smile.

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Rachel had been working at the club for two weeks. In that short amount of time she’d danced for businessmen, politicians, even celebrities and musicians, built up an actual social life with the friends she’d made among the staff and dancers, and earned enough in tips to open up a savings account.

Had she worked up the courage to tell her dads about her job? Not yet, but she was getting there. Overall, things were going well for her and she had begun settling into a comfortable routine.

She would pick shifts on her days off from school, hang out with Dani at the bar before her shift and relax in the lounge with Quinn, Santana and the other dancers afterward. She got used to the casual nudity, the open showers and even the colonics and other bizarre pre-shift rituals.

Brittany was a whole different matter, flitting in and out of her life at random moments, at the bar, backstage, in the lounge, or the studio, teasing and flirting with her when she least expected it.

Most of the time she was upstairs, locked away in her office now that the locksmith was finished up on the door. And she wasn’t usually alone in there as far as Rachel could tell.

She would see Quinn and Santana go up those stairs, even on their days off, and not come down for hours.

Their presence on the stage and club floor drew in the crowds and Rachel made much better tips when she danced with them so she was well aware of their absence.

She didn’t begrudge the money lost, though the realization that the three were involved in some sort of polyamorous relationship had slowly started to sink in and occupy her thoughts. And she couldn’t figure out whether that upset her or not, and if so, why.

It wasn’t like the other dancers weren’t also swept up in Brittany’s natural orbit, sitting in her lap whenever the space was free and responding to her flirtations with smiles and teases of their own.

It only took her two weeks to notice a pattern of other strippers beside Quinn and Santana visiting the blonde’s office while she was, in her own words, “hard at work”.

She was backstage, fussing over her hair when Holly came in to ask around the room for gum.

“Is she free?” Kitty Wilde said as she gave the older blonde a few sticks of spearmint she had dug out of her purse.

“She is now,” Holly replied, cheerfully popping the gum in her mouth and adjusting a strap of Kitty’s corset until it was symmetric with the other.

“Oh thank God,” Kitty said, bouncing on her heels and putting her sunny blonde hair up in a messy bun. “There’s still two hours to go before that Stag party comes through and I’m so fucking bored.”

Rachel watched the young blonde through the mirror as she walked away, looking away only after catching knowing Holly’s gaze as she sat down beside her.

“Anyone know when Shelby’s coming back?” Another stripper, Bree said, spinning her chair around with a tube of lipstick in her hand. “I forgot to give this back to her after I found the brand online.”

“Oh she quit last week, honey,” Holly said, shaking her head as she touched up her own lipstick. “Walked through the door last Saturday and walked right back out, no words just a text to me and Britt she was quitting.”

Half the room glanced uneasily at Rachel as Holly spoke, but her attention was caught on Kitty’s departure and had stopped listening just as Bree started tearing up at the news. Rachel darted out of the room as Holly and the other girls had gathered around to console her.

She passed the stage and walked the floor, gazing around the tables and lounges in an attempt to distract herself with a customer.

The floor was sparse except for a few tables and she didn’t feel like entertaining a group at the moment.

Dani gave her a wave as her gaze wandered to the bar, before subtly motioning to a girl sipping a rum and coke and looking around the club with wide nervous eyes.

Rachel blew the bartender a kiss and approached the girl, sitting on the stool beside her.

“Hey there, sweetie,” Rachel said, channeling Brittany’s flirty charisma like the natural performer she was. “You look like you’re waiting for someone, mind if I join you until they get here?”

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin in response, stuttering out a ‘No’ and ‘go ahead’ as the smaller brunette leaned against the counter top with her chin in her hand.

Rachel studied her for a second, smiling at the effort the taller girl made in maintaining eye contact and trying to act like she didn’t want to dart out of the building.

She gently asked the girl for her name.

“M- Marley,” the girl said after swallowing a lump in her throat. She looked about ready to leave before Dani came up to them with another rum and coke and a vodka tonic for Rachel.

“Well, Marley, I can tell this isn’t your first time here,” Rachel said after they both thanked the bartender, sipping her drink as she fluttered her eyes at the taller girl. “So who’s the girl that caught your eye, the one you’re drinking up the courage to ask for a dance?”

“Oh- ahem, w- wow, that’s- am I that obvious?” Marley said, choking on her own sip and coughing with a fist against her chest. “Or are you just that good?”

“Taught her everything she knows,” Dani said, dropping a glass of water in front of Marley as she passed by them on her way to another customer.

“K- Kitty,” Marley said after sharing a laugh with Rachel, holding her glass a little less tightly. “I think her name was Kitty, I saw her last night on stage.”

“Oh, really?” Rachel said, her eyes widening in genuine interest as she pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen in front of the girl's ocean blue eye. “Well how about I go tell her she’s got an admirer waiting for a dance.”

She slipped off her stool without waiting for the girl’s reply, stopping only when Marley’s hand clutched hers.

“No, w- wait, please,” Marley said, struggling for words as the smaller brunette looked back at her with surprise. “Maybe you could dance for me first, so I- uhm- prepared for it when I ask Kitty.”

Rachel blinked in disbelief, half a mind set to excuse herself anyway before she noticed the taller girl eyeing her up and down with thirst.

“I’d love to, sweetie,” she said after a moment, giving Marley a lopsided smirk as she pulled her out of the chair and led her away from the bar, glancing at the door to the stairwell as she passed.
 
Rachel took her to a private booth directly below the VIPs, pushing Marley back into the cushion and closing the door behind her. Three c-notes were casually pushed into her hand and she realized this girl had money to burn.

Almost twenty minutes into her lap dance, the door to the booth opened and Kitty Wilde darted in with a strange look.

“I heard someone’s been asking about me-,” she said, her sultry smile slightly strained when she noticed Rachel gyrating on Marley’s lap.

The now topless brunette looked back at the blonde with a much more natural smile, knowing enough about her to tread carefully. She didn’t need another July at her throat.

“I was just keeping your seat warm,” Rachel said, ruffling the taller brunette’s hair before she climbed out of her lap.

The look Kitty gave her softened when she slipped a hundred into her palm and the two of them looked down at the taller girl sitting back and relaxing for the first time since she’d entered the building.

“She’s all yours now,” Rachel said, blowing Marley a kiss before turning back to face the petite blonde. “Take good care of her.”

As she spoke the smaller brunette cupped Kitty’s cheeks in her hand, watching her emerald eyes widen in surprise as she leaned closer and closer to her face.

Marley’s jaw dropped, as did Kitty’s when Rachel’s lips met hers, allowing the smaller brunette to slip in her tongue and drag it across the roof of her mouth.

The blonde deepened their kiss just to stop it from exploring as her arms came to rest on the brunette’s hips.

They kissed for well over a minute, the only sound in the room coming from their clashing tongues before Rachel broke it off with a smack of her lips.

“And have fun,” she said, licking her lips and beaming at the deer-in-headlights look on the blonde’s face.

With a wave goodbye, Rachel slipped out of the booth and headed to Brittany’s office, licking her lips and tasting the peppermint on her tongue along with that salty tang the peppermint was supposed to cover up.

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“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhohh God!”

Emma Pillsbury’s moans echoed across the room as she clutched the edges of the desk, her whole body bucking back and forth from the force of Brittany’s thrusts.

In obedience to her younger boss, she kept her face up and facing forward, gazing into the mirror hanging from the door and watching herself get plowed from behind.

“Good girl, good girl,” Brittany said, soothingly calm, pumping her cock harder and harder as the stripper’s pussy kept getting tighter, her fingers tightening their hold on those pale thighs.

As she felt Emma get closer to the edge, the taller woman released her hips and slammed her pelvis into rippling flesh, using one hand to grip the stripper’s red locks in her fist and the other to pinch that freshly buried butt plug between her fingers.

“Ohhhhhhh, oh f- fo- oh my God!!” Emma cried, refusing to curse even in the throes of ecstasy, squeezing her mousy brown eyes shut as she felt the bulbous tip of her plug wriggling inside her asshole.

“Open your eyes, cutie,” Brittany said, pulling against the redhead’s scalp as she spoke and stirring the plug with every brutal thrust of her hips. “I said- Open. Your. Eyes!”

Every word of her order was emphasized with a thrust before Emma cried out with her eyes wide and her brows almost reaching her hairline.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Emma said, watching herself come apart in the mirror with the taller blonde following right behind her.

She collapsed face down on the desk, gulping down air and purring as she felt the rubber around the blonde cock swell with cum. The tug at her scalp forced her to look up and into the taller woman’s bright blue eyes.

“You want to feel my cum oozing out of you,” Brittany said, grinning when the older woman tried to hide her red cheeks behind her equally red hair. “I can tell, gorgeous, don’t try to hide it.”

Emma shook her head, looking down at the desk and moaning as the blonde pulled out of her.

“N- no, no, nope, no ‘oozing’ for me,” Emma said breathlessly, tossing back her hair and standing up from the desk as the girl behind her tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. “No matter how much the thought appeals to me when I’m- uhm- in the mood....”

The taller blonde zipped up her fly as she crept up behind the older woman, nestling her nose against the other’s neck. Emma looked over her shoulder until her lips were inches away from the blonde’s, squeaking out a groan when she felt those fingers jostle the plug in her ass.

“That’s what you said about this,” Brittany said, giggling as her fingers were smacked aside so the strawberry blonde could pull her panties back up.

Emma pouted at the reminder, turning away from the blonde before she felt those arms wrap around her glistening abs.

“I’m so proud of you by the way,” Brittany said, her chin resting on the older woman’s shoulder as she caught her gaze in the mirror. “All it took was a little sanitizer and gloves and I got this tight little ass prepping for more.”

It was the smallest butt plug Quinn could find, much smaller than the ones she wore day-to-day and she had promised the redhead would take it easily.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Emma said, her eyes dark as she melted in the blonde’s embrace. “I’ll- I will try to walk around with it in before-”

A knock on the door startled her out of the younger woman’s arms, and she slid back into her heels, almost tripping over herself in her haste.

“Keep it in for a few hours, ‘kay?” Brittany said, lightly slapping the fleshy cheek exposed as the older woman bent down. “When you get home just pop it in the dish- OK, OK, I’m coming!”

The next knock was heavier, almost a slam on the heavy oak of the door.

Emma darted up against the doorway, nervously combing her slightly damp hair back as she reached for the doorknob.

Brittany dropped back into her chair, amused by the redhead’s attempt at nonchalance before she opened the door. It swung open to an empty stairway, and Emma rushed out of the office with a grateful sigh.

Brittany leaned back in her chair with her hands behind her back, closing her eyes after a moment of peace.

“Oh shit!” She said startled, almost jumping out of her seat after opening her eyes to find the diminutive brunette stripper standing over her with her arms crossed. “Damn, Rach, did you float up here?!”

Rachel stared down at her unamused, leaning back against the desk as the blonde shifted nervously in her chair.

“Uhhh, did you need… something?” Brittany said, blinking up at the brunette and trying to decipher her stern gaze. “Seriously, pretty girl, you’re weirding me-”

“Are you having sex with everyone that comes into your office, Miss Pierce?” Rachel said, emphasizing the ‘Miss’ for the woman who reminded her constantly to use her first name.

“Not everyone...” Brittany said before she could stop herself, looking away from the beautiful brunette’s face and cringing.

Rachel said nothing, letting the blonde’s words linger in the air.

“It’s not a job requirement or anything I swear, I’m not that kind of-” The taller girl said, her words trailing off as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Then why does... everyone seem to be coming in here?” Rachel said, looking away from the blonde’s puppy dog eyes briefly to gaze around the office.

“It’s not everyone, I mean like not Finn or Karofsky,” she babbled awkwardly, her blue eyes blinking more and more. “They’re always glued to the door- not that I would if they weren’t! Look, uh- it just happened, I didn’t plan it out, I didn’t take over a strip club to bang strippers-!”

“Then how?”

“I was banging Quinn and Santana!” Brittany said, so loud she stopped herself with a nervous cough. “W- we’ve been banging since we were fifteen, and then we came here and they were pole dancing and all sweaty and hot- well we kinda' started banging in the club.”

“Well I just saw Emma slink out of here with a limp,” Rachel said, sitting back on the desk and crossing her legs, “so obviously it's not just Quinn and-”

“They kept catching us doing it,” Brittany said, her tone of voice half embarrassed and half proud. “Even after I had this office soundproofed they kept finding me, so-”

“So what, they all just decided to jump you too?” Rachel said, her eyes narrowing as the blonde sat back in her seat. “And you didn’t try to stop them or act professional in any way?”

“I- I really like sex… Like, it's fun...”

“Would you like me to show you a power-point on Power Dynamics in the Workplace, Boss?” Rachel said, her crossed arms lifting up her cleavage and drawing the blonde’s occasional glance.

“No, please God, no!” Brittany said, begging with her hands clasped together, “I hate charts and laser pointers, almost as much as pens without erasers!”

Rachel blinked down at her after a moment, her shoulders loosening and her whole attitude deflating. The woman sitting in front of her had an innocence that defied logic; a horny, lecherous innocence.

They sat in an awkward silence as the petite brunette fully wrapped her head around it all.

“Who was the first one?” Rachel said, pulling the blonde’s gaze up in surprise. “The first girl to jump you.”

“Oh, um- Cassie, I guess,” Brittany said, playing with her fingers, “after San and Quinn.”

“Cassandra July jumped you?!” Rachel said in disbelief, slipping off the desk and down to her knees.

“Well yeah, she was-” Brittany said, pausing when she noticed the brunette crouched on the floor, “whoa, whatcha’ doing, Rach?”

“Shush,” Rachel said softly, her hands grazing up the blonde’s thighs as they moved to her crotch. “Keep talk- what the-?!”

The brunette lost her train of thought as her hand covered the bulge in the taller woman’s pants.
 
“Britt, you're- you’re overly large,” Rachel said, pulling down Brittany’s zipper and staring as her cock filled with blood and sprang up so large it drooped down.

“Uhm, no, I think I’m only average,” Brittany said, earnest and still a little confused about what was happening.

“S-six inches is average, Britt, seven is comfortable,” the petite brunette said as she held the blonde’s girth between her hands, “all my toys are seven, and you’re way-”

“If it's too much it's too much,” the taller woman replied, gripping the armrests and attempting to stand up before the brunette held her down with her elbows.

“I didn’t say that,” Rachel said quickly, pushing down the lump in her throat as she looked at the blonde’s concerned eyes. “I- I just- keep talking!”

“Uh-uhm, ok, well…” Brittany began, settling back in her chair and trying to remember what she was talking about before this whole situation seemed to change for the better. “Cassie found out on TMZ that her ex was dating this super-young pop star, and she got really bitter, you know ‘cause she was out of the business and he was still on Broadway and being super creepy-”

“Britt, get to the sex part,” Rachel said, slightly irritated as she tried and failed to wrap her hand around the swollen cock.

“Oh, right, sorry, so she came into the office while I was with Quinn and made up a story about our babysitter being outside the club and when Q left to go check she blocked the door and made sure I was using a condom-”

“Sexy, Britt,” Rachel said sharply, without looking away from the organ inches from her face. “Make it sexy.”

Brittany hissed when she felt the brunette’s breath.

“Shit, OK, OK so... I was balls deep in Q’s wet pussy,” the taller woman said, weaving her fingers through the stripper’s chocolate brown locks, “her hair spread out on my desk and her legs hanging over my shoulders-”

“You seem to have a thing for blondes, Britt,” Rachel said suddenly, her face so close to the club owner’s cock she could smell the dried cum from her last encounter. “Quinn, Cassandra, Kitty and Holly…”

“Brunettes too,” Brittany said after the smaller girl trailed off, “and redheads- ooh, and blueheads too! Dani used to dye her hair all the time and it was so- Oh, fuck!”

The taller blonde’s head hit the back of her chair as the brunette’s tongue dragged up her cock.

“Damn, baby girl,” she said, blinking down at the petite girl whose soft lips had started suckling her fat mushroom tip. “Keep going, keep-”

“Finish your story, Britt,” Rachel said, pulling her lips away to make her order clear before going back to lap at the base of her cock.

“Su- sure, OK, right,” Brittany said, reclining back in her chair and her fingers loosening in those brunette locks. “So- uh, I had Quinn spread out on my desk, fuck- fucking her hard… and deep.”

The younger girl’s lips returned to the head of her cock as she looked up at the blonde with dark brown eyes.

“Did she cum before Cassie interrupted?” Rachel said between suckles and kisses across the blonde’s tip.

“Ha! You don’t know me well enough yet, pretty girl,” Brittany said, jolting the brunette on her knees with just a look.

“I had her cumming all morning,” she continued, massaging the smaller girl’s scalp with her fingers. “Didn’t even hear Cass bashing on the door she was so cum drunk.”

“And then you seduced Cassie,” Rachel said, pulling her lips away and squeezing the cock between her hands and blowing on the tip.

“Shit- No, it was all her,” Brittany said, putting her thumb into the brunette’s willing lips to suckle on. “She pushed me on the couch and rode me all night; thought she could milk me dry.”

Rachel took in the blonde’s other thumb and bathed them both with her tongue, gazing up into her bright blue eyes with interest.

“And did she?”

“She thought she did,” Brittany said, smiling as she hooked her thumbs in the corners of the smaller girl’s mouth and guided it back to the mushroom shaped tip of her cock. “She thought it was over when she ran out of steam, but I was just getting started.”

Rachel nearly unhinged her jaw to take in half of the blonde’s shaft with the back of her tongue brushing up against its warm veiny flesh as Brittany continued speaking.

“I put her on her knees and fucked her until she couldn’t hold herself up,” she said, hitching her breath as her fingers combed through the smaller girl’s chocolate locks. “And then laid her down on the floor and pulled her legs up to the couch so she was upside down.”

Rachel pulled the leaking cock out of her mouth and looked up at her with dark questioning eyes.

“Wh- why did you do that?” She said, unconsciously cradling the spit-soaked shaft against her cheek.

“To fuck her upside down, pretty girl,” Brittany said, as if it was obvious, with a Cheshire grin that made her eyes even brighter. “And to split her open, fuck her like she’d never been fucked before so she’d feel it for weeks and weeks.”

The brunette’s jaw had dropped as she spoke, allowing the taller girl to push her cock back through her lips. Her hands at the back of Rachel’s head guided her back to sucking it down.

“"Cause I knew that ache deep inside her pussy would turn into an itch,” she continued, locking her gaze with the smaller girl’s as she swallowed her down further. “She tried to scratch it, but just like you she didn’t have a toy big enough to do it.”

Rachel moaned around the blonde’s shaft, drooling helplessly down her crotch.

“Only Daddy’s co- Oh fuck!” Brittany said, crying out in surprise when the brunette swallowed her down to the base. “Damn, Rachel, y- you took all of it without- FUCK!”

Rachel massaged the tip of the blonde’s cock with her throat, thanking her natural lack of gag reflex for knocking her boss off her game.

“Fuck, Santana’s gonna be so jealous,” Brittany said with hitched breath, gathering the smaller girl’s dark hair to wrap around her fist. “She’s been trying for years and she still can’t- Shit!!.”

Rachel pulled her lips away from her cock, dragging her teeth against its skin before sucking it back up, and repeating again and again. She focused on breathing through her nose as she kept shoving it down her throat, tasting nothing but the salty tang of Brittany’s cum.

“Good girl, good girl,” the taller girl said breathlessly, gazing down at her with half-lidded eyes as she scratched the back of the brunette’s neck with her other hand. “Guzzle me down, baby girl, give me that finger too.”

Rachel paused, her mouth still full as she rolled her eyes up to look at the blonde before realizing her hand was inside her thong, her finger circling her wet clit. She went back to work, humming against the shaft inside her throat as she brought her hand up to the blonde’s face.

Brittany leaned forward to take her finger between her lips, tasting the brunette’s essence with an eager tongue.

“Naughty girl, Rach,” Brittany said after licking her finger dry and tossing her head back as the smaller girl’s throat wrapped around her shaft tighter with every suckle. “-Oh, fuck, I’m about to c- cum, baby girl, take me out if- FUCK!”

The first spurt of cum went straight down her throat before Rachel pulled her lips back to the tip to collect the rest on her tongue. She swallowed what she had to, to keep her mouth from overflowing, coating her tongue with and savoring the flavor of the blonde’s thick, slightly sweet release.

“Damn, baby girl,” the taller girl said after a few heavy breaths, sinking back into her chair and massaging the brunette’s scalp as she drank her dry. “You’re such a good girl, you took me so well.”

Rachel smiled at the praise, swallowing up the last bit of cum and kissing the tip of the blonde’s softening cock before putting it back in her pants. Wrapping her hands around the blonde’s still holding up her hair she stood up and climbed into her lap.

“You’re just full of surprises, huh?” Brittany said after the brunette gave her a kiss flavored with her own cum. “Now how do you want me to return the favor?”

“Sorry, Boss,” Rachel said, peppering the blonde’s face with more kisses as she climbed off her lap. “But I have a very busy shift ahead of me, I’ll see you later.”

She was halfway out of the room before the blonde realized she was actually leaving.

“Wait, seriously?!” Brittany said, her hands up in the air like they were still holding that bundle of soft brown hair as Rachel waved goodbye with a wink and walked out her door. “It’s Celibacy Club all over again....”

She stared dumbfounded at the door after it closed as though the brunette would pop back in any moment.

Realizing that wasn't to be, Brittany checked her phone to see if Quinn and Santana were on their way back after dropping Beth off with her babysitter.

'Toy shopping' was their reply and she cursed out loud, knowing those two would be busy spoiling her kid for an hour at least, guilt ridden as they were for leaving her most nights for the club.

“Hey Britt, stag’s coming in early,” Holly said, sticking her head through the door and catching the agitated look on the younger blonde's face with an upraised brow. “You OK, there, Boss-”

“Oh, Holly, thank god!” Brittany said, pulling her cock back out, still glistening with the brunette’s saliva and jerking it furiously. “Get over here and sit on my face, please! How much time do we have?”

“Ten minutes,” the older blonde replied with an exaggerated huff and a smile, stepping into the office and tearing off the discrete velcro patch between her legs. “Let’s say five to account for cleanup.”

Brittany flipped out of her chair onto the couch, settling back into the cushions with a relieved sigh as Holly threw a sleekly muscled leg over her shoulder.

As that all-too familiar glistening pink pussy hovered over her face, all Brittany could think about was that faint taste of the tiny brunette's own still on her tongue.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Well look who’s been settling in early,” Santana said with a smirk, her heavy gaze following Rachel as she stepped into the VIP room.“You asked for me,” Rachel said warily, faking a smile as she noticed the three customers reclining in the booth.“Take a wild guess there, shorty,” Santana said, settling back against one of the women whose hands were reverently cupping her gleaming breasts. “Sunshine’s all lonely over there.”She gestured to the customer on her right, tiny and boyish, looking like the odd one out of their friends even more with the two most popular strippers gyrating in their laps.“We told them all about you, Star,” Quinn said, astride a taller butch, gazing down into her captivated eyes while guiding her much larger hands down to her pert bottom. “But words can’t do her justice, right babe?”The woman below her nodded dumbly, squeezing plump flesh like it was delicate fruit.Rachel sauntered up to Sunshine with a sultry smile, noticing with happy surprise they were just as small as she was.“Hi, cutie,” she said, settling into the petite Filipino’s lap and wrapping her arms around their neck. “What have they been telling you about me?”“That you’re beautiful,” Sunshine said, gulping down a lump in their throat, looking up into the brunette’s warm brown eyes with awe. “That you’ve got legs that go for miles despite how tiny you are.”“I prefer ‘elegantly petite’,” Rachel said with a smile, giving Sunshine permission to touch the smooth expanse of her legs and thanking her new job for being such an ego-booster.As she entertained the VIPs with Quinn and Santana, Rachel found she was enjoying herself far more than she ever thought possible, settling into the soft rhythm of the music pumping through the walls.Eventually she started trading laps with her partners, tangling with them playfully in the center of the room as she leaped from guest to guest, losing bits of clothes along the way.By the time Dani popped in with a bottle of champagne and a few beers in ice, they had all settled down, using their VIPs as recliners.“Got to hand it to you, shorty,” Santana said, running her fingers through the short bangs of the woman resting her chin on her shoulder, kneading and pinching the sharp buds of her nipples, glistening with spit. “Nobody’s settled into this job quite as fast as you did.”She emphasized the word ‘settled’ as though she was trying to be subtle, but Rachel understood her well enough.“We didn’t actually do it,” she replied, nestled in Sunshine’s arms like a blushing bride with her legs crossed and hanging over their arm.She was trying for subtlety of her own, needlessly since their audience was so captivated by the warm flesh in their laps.“Oh, we know,” Santana said, taking a sip of champagne and glancing at the VIP holding Quinn, whose wandering fingers had just found the toy nestled between her cheeks judging by the flush on both their faces. “Britt told us all about it, right, Q?”“Sh- she’s just teasing, Rach,” Quinn said, a bit flustered as she guided the tall butch’s hands up to her breasts, feigning ignorance of her discovery, “We know how to read her is all, we don’t know the details.”“I don’t know why I did it,” Rachel lied after Santana scoffed, gazing into the small VIP’s face as though their umber brown eyes held the answer.She held her gaze for the rest of the session, knowing the looks the other strippers were giving her.“Fuck, were those butchies hot,” Santana said half an hour later as they tidied up the room, picking up stray bits of clothing along with the few bills they hadn’t caught sprinkled on the floor, “Can you imagine the kind of action we’d be getting in here if Britt wasn’t in the picture?”Quinn gave Rachel an eye roll as she slipped on her bra.“That’s called prostitution, San,” she said, shuffling through the bills in her hands with practiced ease and dividing it three ways.“Selling pussy is selling pussy, Q,” Santana said, snatching her share out of the blonde’s hand. “Showing it off or doling out, so how about having a little sex worker solidarity?”“It’s too early in the day,” Quinn sighed, passing Rachel the other third and tucking her own share into her cleavage. “Are you OK, Rach?”The smaller brunette was lost in her thoughts, and she blinked up at the look of concern in the older girl’s hazel eyes.“Y- yeah, yes, I’m fine,” she said, attempting a smile as she finished reassembling her outfit.She opened the door and held it open for her two new friends, all too aware that ducking out and leaving them behind would just make them more concerned.“Yo, Rach, Quinn was right you know, I was only teasing,” Santana said, slinging an arm over the smaller girl’s shoulder, while most of her clothes, save her garter and stockings were tucked under her other arm. “Everybody in here’s danced on Papí’s Pole at least once, so no slut-shaming's allowed.”Rachel smiled in spite of herself, halfheartedly trying to buck her off as the Latina’s bare breast pressed against her shoulder.She remembered the first shift she shared with Santana, how her initial impression of the haughty, caramel-skinned goddess was proven wrong after only an hour of free time spent in her company. She was a bitch, the older brunette had confessed to her that day, but only to the people she didn’t like.“Thank you, Santana, but we really didn’t-” Rachel said, her words petering out as she caught sight of the blue-eyed blonde wandering the floor, chatting up her guests and ordering them drinks on the house.She ducked under the Latina’s arm and stood behind her, trying to keep out of sight of the blonde’s wandering gaze.Standing behind Santana Lopez with her tits out probably wasn’t the best way to do that and Santana made sure to remind her of that.“When are we going to talk about the six tests in our bathroom, San?” Quinn said, purposefully sparing Rachel from further embarrassment. “You know just one’s enough, right, unless you actually get a positive, then you usually take one more just to be sure.”“Oh bite me, Q,” Santana said, turning her attention away from the girl hiding behind her and crossing her arms under her breasts. “I’ve been stuffed full of baby batter for three weeks straight with nothing to show for it, all it took to knock you up was half a wine cooler and-”“OK, I get it!” Quinn said, clamping her hand over the Latina’s mouth and wrapping her other arm around her waist to whisper in her ear. “It will happen, San, you just have to keep… trying.”She tilted Santana’s face in the direction of the taller blonde’s approaching form, kissing her cheek as her dark eyes flashed with a lustful determination.With a lick of Quinn’s palm, the Latina headed straight for her prey, swaying her hips with the beat of the club speakers.Meanwhile said prey was looking straight at them, or rather past them, as she had caught sight of Rachel’s flowing hair over the Latina’s shoulder.“Oh hey, Rach, how’s it going?” Brittany called over, coming up the steps that lead to the main floor, acting as if she hadn’t been combing the club every ten minutes looking for her. “I haven’t seen you in- Gah, Santana!”The taller blonde nearly choked as Santana dragged her back by her tie, receiving an awkward wave from Quinn and Rachel as she was led back to her office“Have to admit it,” Quinn said with a smirk, looking back at the smaller girl who was now half hiding behind the doorway. “I’m kind of jealous, it was like we weren’t even standing in front of you. You must have really left an impression on her.”Rachel’s face colored as she tied back her hair in a simple plait.“I may have teased her a bit,” she said, looking away from the blonde’s hazel eyes and closing the door behind her. “You- you’re not mad, are you?”Quinn just laughed, took her hand and led her to the bar.“Hey, Dani, we need a First Ride shot over here,” she said as they settled down at the counter. “What's up, babes,” Dani said, pulling out a cocktail shaker and getting to work, never taking her eyes off the gleaming strippers.“Best I can do is a little Tequila Rose and Bailey's, 'cause she wasn't up there long enough to earn a First Ride," she continued, finishing up the shot with a dash of whip cream while giving the darker brunette a wink. "Right, Rach?”“Yes, yes, thanks for noticing, D,” Rachel said, hiding her face with her hands as she remembered the look the bartender gave her after she had come down the stairs last week. “Not at all creepy of you.”Dani smiled and pulled a hand away to place her drink in it.“It would only be creepy if I timed it all to within fifteen minutes give or take,” the taller brunette said as Rachel downed her shot, nodding with pride when she barely grimaced as it settled down her throat. “Besides, the boss has been running around here all week looking for you, then for pussy when she couldn’t find you.”“Not just for pussy,” Quinn said, unconsciously adjusting herself on the stool.“And whenever the boss’s engine is running that hot, someone new has revved it up,” Dani said, handing the blonde a martini and smaller brunette an ice cold water. “Doesn’t take a creep to notice.”“Maybe it’s you, Dani,” Rachel said, washing down the alcohol and giving the bartender an obvious once over. “You’re looking quite scintillating tonight.”The curvier brunette’s smile grew as she looked down at her attire with hands on her wide hips. Her leather halter top ended just above her navel and showed off porcelain skin that was gleaming just as brightly as the strippers.“Aww, thanks, Rach,” she said, self consciously adjusting her breasts before they could spill out of the leather. “Never thought I’d hear a stripper say ‘scintillating’, but I’ll take the compliment.”It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the top was barely tight enough to stop her breasts from escaping, the valley between beaded with sweat from an earlier rush.“She’s stripping her way through college, babe,” Quinn said, sipping her martini and eyeing one particular drop as it slid past that sliver thin gap to the bartender’s toned stomach. “So trade one stereotype for another and tell us why you’re looking even hotter than usual tonight.”“I’m meeting someone after my shift. And before you ask, yes, I have deodorant, Q.”“Still pretty gross if you’ve been working eight hours in the same clothes,” the blonde said, her grimace betrayed by the clear look of lust in those hazel eyes. “And don’t you get off around two in the morning?”“It’s called being young, Quinn, you should try it sometime, right, Rach?”Rachel nodded in spite of the fact she was usually asleep by ten if she wasn’t working.“It’s called having a child, you should try it sometime.”‘Oh, you mean the tall, blonde, overgrown child who fucks you unconscious every night?”Rachel leaned her face on her hand as she listened to the gentle back-and-forth, draining the last of her bottle and gratefully accepting one of the beers Dani had set on the counter.She sipped it with a smile, relaxing into her seat as the familiar rhythms of the music and the women’s voices blended together. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brittany sat at the corner of the bar, trying to relax with her chin in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. It was an hour before close and the bar was deserted.Rachel had left hours ago while she was fucking Santana and now most of her girls were gone as well.Ice clinked in the near-empty glass she swirled in her hand, her attention caught on the petite woman on the other side of the bar.Hungry blue eyes drank in the porcelain-skinned figure of her bartender, clad in a tight black vest and even tighter black jeans."Dani," she said, after a half-hour of blatantly staring.Her curvaceous employee stopped pretending to restock the bar and looked up at her with smokey brown eyes."Yeah, boss?" The brunette said innocently, pushing a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she wiped down her already pristine mixing station."Come here," Brittany said with a motioning finger, before swiveling around in her stool.The curvy brunette dropped her rag with a smile and sauntered out from behind the bar, slow enough to tease before plopping herself down on the tall blonde's outstretched knee.“You’re such a brat,” Brittany said, wrapping an arm around the curvy brunette’s hips to support her on her knee, “I know you’ve had the bar prepped to close for hours.”Dani’s smile never wavered as she wrapped an arm around her employer’s shoulders to play with the small blonde hairs at the back of her neck with lazy fingers.“I have a date tonight,” the smaller woman said, her gaze searching those sky blue eyes for any hint of jealousy and finding none. “She’s picking me up in an hour.”“Oooooh, no fooling?” Brittany said, excitedly bouncing the brunette on her knee. “Is she a regular?”“No, she’s Zayday’s BFF,” Dani said, laughing as she was bounced up and down, wrapping both arms around the blonde’s neck to keep stable. “I met her after they came in for Lauren’s bachelorette party.”“That was a wild night,” the club owner said, resting her cheek against the brunette’s exposed cleavage. “Bit of a blur, though, what’s she look like?”“Little like you, actually,” the porcelain-skinned brunette said, resting her own cheek on the blonde’s head. “Tall, blonde and hot as hell… she even acts like you.”“Uh huh, and that’s… bad?” Brittany said after hearing the tone of the bartender’s voice change mid-sentence, pulling her face up to gaze back into those smoky brown eyes. “Should I be hurt by that, baby girl?”“Of course not, Daddy,” Dani said, giggling as she held the blonde’s pouting face in her hands. “You’re both studs is all I’m saying, lady-killers with wandering eyes and- YEEK!”The bartender’s cry of surprise came out when she was hoisted up in the air, clinging to the taller woman’s neck as she was bridal-carried away from the bar.“-Mouthy little brats who tease them?” Brittany said with a playful glare, nipping at the laughing brunette’s dimpled chin as she walked them up the stairs to her office. “Does this new boo of yours know about what a little brat you are?”“She’s aware,” Dani said, pushing open the door to the blonde’s office after they came up the stairwell, gliding into the room in the blonde’s arms. “She’s not aware she can do something about it, though.”Brittany laughed at that, plopping down at her desk while flipping the brunette over to lay across her lap.“Not worthy of this, huh?” She said, her hand gliding across the swell of the bartender’s fat ass before squeezing the leather-clad flesh with her fingers.Dani moaned in response, pulling her head up to rest her chin on crossed arms.“Fuck, not yet, I-” the bartender said, before her eyes blinked open to spot the figure seated upside down on the couch. “Oh, h- hi, San… didn’t see you there…”“Hey yourself, gorgeous,” Santana said, giving the blushing bartender a knowing smirk despite looking so thoroughly fucked with her head hanging off the bottom of the couch, her gleaming bronze legs spread out over its back and her bare pussy glistening between them. “What did you do this time?”“She’s been teasing me all night,” Brittany said, answering for the porcelain-skinned brunette trying to hide her scarlet face in her arms. “Well, more like all of one hour, but still- and she called me a womanizer, just like her new girlfr- wait, what’s her name, baby girl?”“That Grace chick with the shitty taste in headwear?” The darker brunette said, tilting her head to the side with an even wider grin. “Damn, girl, you move fast.”“Not the point, ‘Tana,” Brittany said as she started peeling off the bartender’s leather pants to reveal her creamy skin beneath. “She called us lady-killers, can you believe that? Me?!”Both brunettes shared a look before the darker Latina replied.“Perish the thought, Papí,” Santana said, trying and failing to keep a straight face, before turning her attention back to the bartender. “So you’re having second thoughts about falling for another cooze hound, huh?”“Hey!”“She asked me out with Quinn’s g-string in her mouth,” Dani said, unconsciously arching her naked bubble butt up as she felt the blonde squeeze it in outrage. “So I’m a little worried, yeah…”“Yeah, and my bra in her pocket, so what?” Santana said, with her arms tucked under her dangling bust. “We anointed her the hottest jane in the club with a crown of lingerie, gave her permission to get all kinds of handsy, had my tits and Q’s ass all up in her face and the whole night she only had eyes for you.”“Ugh, what’s your point, San?” the lighter Latina said, kicking off the legs of her pants after Brittany had pulled them down. “She wasn’t completely hypnotized by motorboating your boobs to ask me out, so she’s a keeper?”“Good to know you’re listening, Cocktail,” the upside-down brunette said, her loose ponytail slowly falling apart and spreading fine raven hair on the floor. “Don’t you remember how many trays of booze she bought just so she could watch you carry them out every five minutes in those fake cowhides of yours?”“I remember it was a doe party, so hence the boo- Ah!” Dani said, crying out in surprise at the sharp pinch on her bum and hiding her blushing face in her hands.“Jesus, Dani, be a bartender,” Santana said, sharing a smile with the blonde reverently squeezing the plump flesh of Dani’s behind. “Use all that insight and natural empathy to figure out the obvious- she’s fucking hooked on you and if you asked her to she’d beat your ass red and put some ointment on it later, you’re just scared shitless of committing to a Daddy dom without a harem of hot strippers to occupy most of her time.”Dani gawked wordlessly at her for a moment all the while the blonde caressing her butt just laughed.“You know laying upside down won’t do anything, right?” Dani said with a huff, glaring at the darker Latina’s smug grin. “That’s just an old wives tale, gravity’s not going to help with inseminatio- Oww! Shit!”“That’s for being a know-it-all,” Brittany said, massaging the red hand print left over on the brunette’s pale skin. “What’s your color, baby girl?”“I- I can’t, Daddy, she’s picking me up in- Ahhh, fuck!”“In an hour, I got it,” the blonde said with another slap, before kneading the bruised flesh. “When she sees this booty beat red, she’ll be jealous and she’ll know just how to take it out on you, won’t she, so what’s your color?”As she spoke her other hand gently combed through the bartender’s hair to undo her braid.Dani looked up from her arms, biting her lip and avoiding the look on Santana’s face she knew was there.“Green,” she said after a moment, looking up into the blonde’s eyes, her freckles lost in the heat of her cheeks.The cackle of laughter erupting from the upside down brunette caused Dani to throw her face back in her hands with a groan.“I knew you were a little pain slut, D,” Santana said, laughing so hard she fell sideways on the couch, “but I- I never thought you’d be an exhibitionist too- Ha, ha, HA! Why the hell aren’t you on the pole?!”Dani growled and threw the first thing within her reach as hard as she could at the Latina’s head. It was a little stress ball from the blonde's desk, so it bounced harmlessly off her cheek.“You know why, you bitch, we dated for six m- motherfucker!” The lighter Latina said, groaning in pain as Brittany gave her a harder smack that rippled across her flesh.“Aww, Dani, I thought you were over that body image shit by now,” Santana said, still cackling madly as she thought back on that brief period of time she had been separated from the ‘Unholy Trinity’, an absolute hell if not for Dani’s presence. “Remember what I told you when we broke up?”Dani remembered her words very well, and they played out in her mind as the blonde took her time with her next smack, telling her she was beautiful and that every negative thought that entered her head was wrong.And she had listened to them, half the reason she was so comfortable in her job, showing as much skin as she did was because of Santana after all.She was still going to snip at her for laughing.“Yeah, I remember you saying, ‘We’re both such major bottoms, Dani, this relationship was never going to work out’!”“Such a little brat, spank her harder for me, Papí!”Before the bartender could tell Santana off, Brittany had smacked her bottom so hard she almost jumped out of her lap.“OWWWwwwuh- what the f-?”“Color, baby girl,” Brittany said, massaging flesh hand-painted red and throbbing from the impact.“Fuck- fucking green!”“Then let’s make it ten for being a tease, and ten for mouthing off, count them out!”“Gah- fuck, wu- one!” Dani barked out as she felt the next smack, taking a deep breath before the rest followed.One by one, each smack impacted one cheek after the other as Dani clenched her teeth and hid her face in her hands.Her countdown was nearly drowned out by the loud slaps of the blonde’s open palm on her fleshy ass and the gales of laughter erupting from the stripper on the couch.“Now ten more for not saying thank you,” Brittany said after twenty spanks, pulling out a bottle of ointment from her desk drawer by the bartender’s head. “I want you to thank me properly for each one, got it, baby girl?”Dani just looked back up at her like a gaping fish, teary-eyed and pleading. Her core was throbbing just as hard as her ass and the shame of it all was just making it worse.She chanced a peek at the stripper beside them and noticed Santana had stopped laughing and was back upside down, fingering the stiff clit between her glistening legs.“Y- yes, Dadd- yahhh, fuck!! Fuck- one, thank you, Daddy!”Smack!“T- two, thank you, Dadd- AAaaah, fuck- three, thank you, Daddy-”Brittany alternated the force and speed of her slaps one by one, cheek by fleshy cheek, counting down in her head after the bartender repeated the same number twice before breathlessly thanking her.She could see Santana out of the corner of her eye, rubbing herself furiously and nearly turned her head to look at her before she landed the last blow and felt that splash of wetness hit her thigh.“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhh, OHH, fuck!!”Dani’s cry of release came as a welcome surprise to her boss and ex, the sound of her powerful lungs helping Santana follow her over the edge before she slumped down over the blonde’s knee.A long uncomfortable silence overtook the room, as all three women started to process what had just happened.“Jesus, D,” Santana said, after a few calming breaths, watching the bartender’s ink black hair spill out around her flushed face and picturing the blue dye that used to stain its silky texture. “Did you just cum from being spanked?”She watched Dani’s face turn a shade brighter before it was buried in her arms as her whole body trembled, but was too entranced to laugh at her.“Pain slut,” she said with a purr, turning the insult into a compliment just from the pride in her voice. "Bigger pain slut than Quinn Fabray and I had her head between my thighs for six months pretending to be a top!"Vivid blue eyes caught her gaze and the stripper gave the blonde a prideful, knowing look.“Have I ever thanked you for introducing us, San?” Brittany said, sliding her fingers through the bartender’s dripping lips with reverence.“Not nearly enough,” Santana replied, flipping herself back right side up and spreading her legs to show off her own dripping snatch. “Little Miss Pain Slut hasn’t thanked me for it either, come to think of it.”Dani groaned into her hands again, hearing the satisfied smirks on both their lips and knowing her ex would never let her forget this moment.“Hmm, good point.”There was something in the blonde’s voice that made Dani sit up and look back up at her.“Britt,” she said softly, trying and failing to be firm after just having cum in the most embarrassing way she could imagine. “We don’t have time-”“Color?”“Like we all don’t know she’s going to say green,” Santana said with a laugh, twirling a lock of her hair with her finger and staring at them with hungry eyes. “Just get it over with, babe. If you’re a little late for your hot date, you’ll score some hard-to-get points, Grace will eat that shit up, I promise.”“Oh shut up, Santa- ahh-ouch!” Dani said, squealing out in pain after Brittany smacked her upside her bruised and battered bum and looking up at her with a huff. “Green, Daddy, green- but only for ten more minutes, that’s it!”“No problem, baby girl,” Brittany said with a snort, scooping up the brunette's pants and taking out her phone while motioning for the darker Latina. “Ten minutes it is, get over here, Sanny.”Dani begrudgingly unlocked the screen, then watched in exasperation as her boss set the timer on her phone and showed it to her while Santana rose up from the couch and sauntered over to the desk, dried cum between her thighs and nearly bow legged from the marathon sex she’d had before.Brittany patted the top of the desk, pushing her chair back and sitting Dani up in her lap and the darker brunette climbed up and spread her legs out invitingly.“Other way, babe,” Brittany said with a twirl of her finger. “And move over a bit, give Dani some space.”“This better be quick!” Dani said petulantly despite moving up on the desk beside Santana at the blonde’s insistence.She tried to ignore the darker Latina as she settled on her hands and knees, biting her lip to fight off a smile when she felt the stripper’s hip bump hers.Both of their asses were on glorious display for the blonde club owner, Dani’s more rubenesque bum, bruised and battered but no less beautiful to her eyes, so it was no surprise to either of them that her hands found their luscious cheeks and squeezed.“Oh, fuck,” Dani said, gasping in pain as Brittany pinched her tender flesh. Santana’s moan was more pleasant though she had a few fading marks circling her cheeks from the pounding she’d taken hours before.Within seconds Brittany’s expert care had them both purring and Dani started to close her eyes and bite her lip before the blonde spoke up again.“I think I want to fist you both,” she said, as casually as if she was deciding on dinner.“Daddy!” Dani looked back at their boss in disbelief, while Santana just moaned in approval and arched her back.“Oh, quit the act, D,” the stripper said, eagerly spreading her legs as she felt the blonde’s fingers delve into her sopping folds. “It’s not like we’ll both need much prep.”“Sh- shut up, Santan- ahhh, oh fuck!” Dani said, moaning as three of the blonde’s fingers slid into her own folds with embarrassing ease.Brittany looked down at her girls with pride as she felt their cunts squeeze her fingers tight, knowing fully well how wet and open they always were for her.“Hm, I think she’s right, baby girl,” the blonde said, fingering them both open wider and wider. “You just soaked my leg with your lady juice and San’s kitty’s been punched so many times it’s like my own personal glove.”Dani groaned and bumped hips with the stripper sharing the desk.“Y- you’re a terr- terrible influence on her,” she said between gasps, giving the darker brunette an accusatory side eye.Santana just shook her head and arched her back as the blonde behind them gave them both another finger.“As if!” She said before exhaling a long steady breath and welcoming Brittany’s fingers deeper inside her folds. “You think I taught her that shit? May- maybe everyone back in school- Fuck!- ing thought so, my parents certainly did- Oh fuck me, Papí, right there, ughhhhh!”“Your folks love me.”“They- they love the twelve year old you, Papí, the sweet ditzy little blonde- Shit!” Santana said through grinding teeth, pursing her face and whimpering out as the blonde’s whole hand began to massage her inner walls. “N- n- not the real you, th- the hot, dirty-mouth stud who turned her BFF's into her own personal sluts!”Dani gave the darker Latina an incredulous look that turned instantly to lust when she caught sight of the sweat dripping down her furrowed brow, unconsciously pushing back against the mere four fingers of Brittany’s other hand still taking their time opening her up.Santana caught her gaze and leaned her face closer to Dani’s until their lips met in a passionate and desperate kiss, breaking it off only to let out cries of pleasure when Brittany’s fingers found both of their g-spots and kneaded their front walls."I was a pretty great teacher, huh?" Brittany said sunnily, twisting her wrists delicately to aid her expert digits. "Took me like less than a year after we popped our cherries to make you my bitches."Dani guffawed in surprise, giving the blonde a look over her shoulder as though meeting her for the first time. Less of a shock to her was Santana's subsequent moan, so shameless and obviously proud of the moniker she bounced back against the wrist between her thighs.“Sh- she used to make us repeat ‘bad’ words before she’d let us- let us cum,” the stripper said, panting wildly and visibly struggling to hold herself up, “Qui- Q hated it! Our first time, Papí wouldn’t let her cum until she said ‘Cunt’ over and- Fuck! Fuck!- over!”Santana’s words sent even more blistering heat to Dani’s core, opening her inner muscles up enough to accept Brittany’s thumb and feel the full width of her hand inside her depths."J- Jesus, fucking- Ohhhhh!"Crying out in both pain and pleasure she dropped to her elbows and buried her face in her arms, feeling the ecstasy flooding through her system and taking her over the edge.Her mind was racing as fast as her heart, still trying in vain to keep count of the seconds of her ten minute deadline while ignoring the fact that in ten minutes she’d barely be able to walk much less go out dancing with Grace and then suddenly her orgasm overtook it all and her mind went blank.Distantly she heard wet rhythmic squelches and by the time realized it was the sound of her flooding cunt meeting Brittany’s pumping fist she had already come again.And then again.Her vision swam with blinkered lights and she saw Santana’s face laid down beside her, sharing the same open-mouth flushed and ecstatic look.She felt Brittany’s teeth nibble on her backside and looked back at the cocky blonde still wrist deep inside her.“So proud of you, baby girl,” Brittany said, resting her cheek against Dani’s bruised bubble butt with a beaming smile. “You’ve never taken my whole hand before, it’s so fucking hot to feel you like this.”Dani’s eyes widened, panting slightly as she realized how relaxed she was with the blonde’s hand still firmly lodged inside her cunt and squeezed her inner muscles to feel out every knuckle and joint of it.Brittany gave her a wink and was just about to speak again before the alarm on her phone went off and buzzed around on the desk.Dani tried to push herself up in a panic, realizing that ten minutes had passed by with the blink of an eye in mindless orgasms and that Grace would be heading into the city right about now, on her way to pick her up. She felt a twinge of pain in her nethers and gave the blonde a beseeching look.“Britt!”“Yeah, yeah, fun’s over,” Brittany said, giving one last kiss to the round red apple bottom in her face and relaxing her fingers to ease out of the bartender’s tender pussy.“Like hell it is,” Santana said hoarsely, snatching the phone between her and Dani and unlocking it with the same password her ex had been using for years.“San, what are you- ahh, shit, easy, Britt, easy!”“Shhh, stay still and it won’t hurt.”“Aaaaand there,” the Latina said after a flurry of typing on Dani’s phone, having maneuvered herself so that she was lying on her side, her leg bent up over the blonde’s shoulder and hand still buried deep in her cunt. “Just gave your new service top a rain check, D.”“What?!” Dani said, her cry of outrage ending in a hiss as Brittany’s hand pulled out of her, exposing her gaping lips to the air. “Santana, what the fuck did you do?!”She snatched the phone out of the stripper’s hand and read the text aloud.“‘Backed up at work, rain check?’, are you fucking kidding me?!” The lighter brunette said, slamming the phone down on the desk and glaring at the darker brunette beside her. “She knows where I work, ‘Tana, she knows when we close!”Santana just smiled and leaned back on one arm, her smile growing wider when she heard the ping of Dani’s phone, followed several more in quick succession.The bartender looked down at the phone with wide eyes and shifted up on the desk, wincing when she sat back on her tender flesh.“Ouch- shit, shit, shit, she’s texting, she’s-”Dani trailed off as she picked it up and held the screen up to her eyes, reading it over with a worried look.“Hmm, let me guess,” Santana said, curling her arm behind her head and massaging the blonde’s arm with her bare foot as Brittany kept up her shallow pumps into the stripper’s depths. “She’s saying ‘Oh no worries, give me a time and place and I’ll see you there!’”Dani gave her another glare for trying to imitate Grace in her own words, thinking she knew better than to give the sunny blonde a valley girl accent after having spent hours flirting and gyrating on her lap. Just before she could lie to Santana and deny it her phone pinged several more times and she opened it back up to find a series of increasingly desperate texts from the girl she had once thought was too much of a player to get involved with.“Ha! What did I tell you? I knew she was fucking hooked on you, D, she’s got it bad!”“She really does,” Brittany confirmed with a giggle, reading the texts over the bartender's shoulder while licking the back of her hand still covered in her essence like a lollipop.She sucked on a few fingers and offered up the rest to Dani, who blindly slapped them aside as she texted Grace back with a new date. Santana opened up her own mouth so the blonde stuck her fingers into the darker brunette’s plump lips and allowed her to taste her ex girlfriend’s release.“Mmm, now let’s keep the fun going,” the stripper said after sucking Brittany’s fingers clean with a smack of her lips, snatching the sullen bartender’s phone out of her hands and tossing it on the couch.Dani was just about to protest before Santana grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss, silencing any more objections with a skillful tongue.Brittany pulled her fist out of the darker Latina’s pussy just enough to free up her thumb to knead the swollen nub of her clit and Santana moaned into Dani’s lips.The blonde’s other hand found its way to the bartender’s ass and Dani hissed into Santana’s.Breaking off their clash of tongues, the stripper held Dani’s face in her hands, giving her a tender look and kissing her pout away.“Time for some cream, Papí,” she said, kissing the dimple on Dani’s chin before leaning back and spreading her legs wider. “Give it to her while she’s eating me out, she still needs to thank me for everything I’ve done for her.”Dani huffed in disbelief, turning her glare at Brittany after the darker brunette just gave her that same smug grin.“You’re a terrible influence on her!”“I really am,” Brittany said with another giggle, pulling her fingers out of Santana and sharing them with the bartender’s willing tongue.She licked the rest of her hand clean herself, knowing Dani’s tongue was headed straight for the source and pulled back enough to give her space to lean over the desk.Santana tossed her the bottle of ointment as she settled back in her chair, and threw a leg over the lighter brunette’s shoulder to encourage her downward.“Quit bitching, D,” she said as Dani awkwardly settled on her front, leaning her weight on the desk rather than her boneless legs and sticking her ass up for the blonde’s soothing treatment. “I want to stay wet and open for Papí’s cum and I’ve been dying to get your mouth back on my clit, so gets to work.”Dani grumbled listlessly at her words, settling her face between her ex-girlfriend's legs and inhaling the cloying scent of her and Brittany’s combined essence, trying to keep her face from betraying just how eager she really was for the privilege.She gazed hungrily at the familiar pink pussy on display while the blonde behind her coated her palms with ointment. Gasping out in surprise as the cool medicated cream met her burning, tender flesh, Dani felt demanding fingers thread through her scalp and let herself be tugged forward into Santana’s moist heat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Go on up and don’t knock.”Those were the orders Dani had relayed to her when she came in before her shift. Really just a suggestion, as she made sure to emphasize, but Rachel could imagine that command in Brittany’s own voice and felt compelled to obey.Playing hard to get for nearly three months was taking its toll on her. She couldn’t even stay away that long, far too easily drawn into the blonde’s orbit, her comforting presence and natural charisma.As she crept up those stairs, Rachel thought back on all those times she sat in the blonde’s lap, teasing her until she felt her arousal swell beneath. Brittany would just pick her up and give her the seat before wandering off for someone more willing to spread their legs, but Rachel knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had her.She pictured opening that door and finding the blonde ready to ravish, fuck her without mercy and make her beg to cum for all the teasing. And Rachel wasn’t sure she could say no.The office door was slightly ajar and with the din of the club music bouncing through the walls she couldn’t hear what was waiting for her on the other side.Brittany was sitting on the desk, leaning back and naked just as the brunette had pictured, but there was someone else kneeling astride her facing the door. Sitting on that glorious cock Rachel was so desperate to sit on herself.Through that curtain of golden hair flowing down past the desk, she could make out Quinn’s face, flushed and dripping with sweat. Her whole body was, every sinewy muscle and curve beaded and glistening, the recessed light shining directly above her creating a golden glow around her that drew Rachel’s eyes.She caught her gaze though heavy lidded eyes but kept bouncing up and down on the taller blonde’s lap, her sopping lips stretched wide around that massive cock, too lost in pleasure to pay her much mind. Or perhaps it was under the orders of Brittany, whose sky blue eyes looked at her through the gap between Quinn’s arm and torso.Rachel heard the wet squelch of her thrusting up into the smaller blonde and realized she had glided into the office without thinking.“That’s it, baby mama, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Brittany said, looking back up at the stripper above her and wrapping an arm around her to cup a bouncing breast. “And this pussy is perfect, I missed it so much!”Quinn moaned in thanks, before biting her lip and bucking down harder against the taller blonde’s pelvis, stained with a mixture of their cum“Oh, fuck me, it’s yours, Daddy,” She cried, cupping the hand that was now tweaking her pink nipple and using her other hand to steady herself on the desk. “This pussy is all- God- yours!”Rachel closed the door behind her and moved towards them transfixed before she caught her foot on something. Looking down she saw a yoga mat unrolled across the floor, covered in patches of slick, realizing quickly why the two blondes looked like they had run a marathon.“God I can’t wait to see you pregnant again, I’m going to give you twins, baby, I swear!”As she spoke, Brittany took a finger to swipe some of her cum flowing out of Quinn’s pussy and held it up to her face. The smaller blonde took it between her pouting lips and sucked it greedily.“The first time it gave you such a great tits and ass,” she continued, leaning forward to rest her chin on the stripper’s shoulder and pant in her ear. “Just imagine how it’ll be after the next, huh?”“Th- they’re going to be saggy and fat and dis- fuck! Gross!”“Shut the fuck up,” Brittany said, harsh but loving as she wrapped her arms around the girl riding her lap, timing every word with a brutal thrust. “They’re gonna be fat and round and in my mouth whenever I want; our babies are gonna have to settle for store bought after I’m done milking these perfect tits!”“Oh G- God, oh God!” Quinn said, crying out breathlessly as the taller blonde nipped at her ear with bites and obscene compliments. “We- we only did that once, D- Daddy!“We’re not in school anymore, baby girl. I’m gonna drink from you and ‘Tana everyday, gonna hold you both like this when I fuck you, when your bellies are full with my babies.”Rachel blinked suddenly and blushed, the intimacy of their conversation doing more to make her feel like she was intruding than the rough sex. She was just about to step back when her boss held out a hand to stop her.“So fucking hot, so fucking perfect,” Brittany said, leaning back and motioning the brunette to come stand beside the desk as Quinn rode her faster and faster. “That’s it, baby mama, keep squeezing me!”Rachel came up to the spot she was pointing at, close enough to the couple to smell their cum and watched them fuck from a new angle. The smaller blonde was thrashing about so wildly, beads of sweat were flying off her body and hitting the brunette.Brittany leaned further back on the desk with an arm behind her and pointed Rachel’s gaze to Quinn’s pert bouncing bottom. Between those luscious cheeks was a chord threaded with metallic orbs, each bigger than the last..Rachel had never seen anal beads before, but watching them flail around out of the smaller blonde’s ass was a pleasant introduction.Brittany put her finger through the ring at the end of it and tugged it straight, causing Quinn to shudder as those beads inside her shifted.“That’s it, that’s it, cum for me,” Brittany said, slowly pulling the toy out as the woman astride her cried out and cursed with every bead plopping out of her tight little ass. “Show Rachel your O face, baby mama!”Quinn fell forward, teary-eyed and panting, arching her back and struggling to keep up the pace grinding on the taller blonde’s massive cock. Rachel marveled at the size of the beads coming out of her, and her jaw began to hang lower and lower as those beads kept popping out endlessly.“Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHHH fuck,” Quinn said, screaming out in pleasure as those beads slid through her sphincter and helped push her over the edge of release. “FUCK!!!”She came with an audible gush, churned out of her sopping cunt by the taller blonde’s fat cock.Rachel saw it all and held her tongue as best she could while Brittany followed her best friend’s release with her own, cumming deep inside her.“That’s my girl, that’s my fucking girl,” Brittany said, panting hard and pulling the smaller blonde back against her chest before she could tumble over the desk. “How was that for a show, huh, Rach?” “Fucking. Perfect.” Quinn said between heavy gulps of air, giving voice to Rachel’s own thoughts as she dropped her head under Brittany’s chin. “So. Fucking. Full.”The taller blonde smiled brightly as she ran her fingers through that long mane of golden hair, soaked through with sweat, lifting the stripper up until her softening dick popped out of her battered red pussy, carelessly spilling out their combined essence.“Get used to it, angel,” Brittany said, helping Quinn to sit up on her lap and twist around the desk to face their audience. “Until Beth and Bela have a sister.”“Ugh, please don’t let her call her that,” Quinn whined, turning her face to pout at Brittany as the taller girl helped toss her hair over her shoulder. “They’re going to grow up hating us for it.”Brittany just smiled and pushed back a lock of hair stuck to the smaller blonde’s cheek, her loving gaze seemingly oblivious to the brunette in front of them.“Oh hush, we’ll just call her Izzie, they won’t even notice,” the taller blonde said, lifting her up to stand on the floor with a playful smack on her ass. “Now go get us some water, baby mama, one for Rachel too.”“Yes, Daddy.”Quinn complied with a half-hearted grumble, padding across the room with quivering legs to take out three bottles from the fridge. She tossed one to her boss and held another out to the shorter girl still standing silently facing the desk.Rachel’s attention was on the toy curled up by Brittany’s thigh, nearly a foot long and glistening with lubricant. Both blonde’s caught on to her gaze and shared a smile.“So, how was it, Rach?”Rachel blinked up into the blonde’s blue eyes with a questioning look.“H- how was... what?” She said, taking the bottle from Quinn’s outstretched hand with an awkward thanks.“The show, pretty girl, the show,” Brittany said, grinning as she took a hearty sip of water and poured some out over her shoulders and back to cool off. “How was the show?”Rachel just gazed at her dumbly, watching those droplets of water slide down her well defined arms and chest.“I don’t... understand why you called me up here,” she said after a moment of unbearable silence as the smaller blonde knelt down beside her and took hold of the other’s slick shaft.Quinn looked up at the taller woman reverently as she tongue-bathed it clean of their combined essence.Brittany’s smile widened, her gaze never straying from the brunette’s wide eyes, running her fingers through the scalp of the smaller blonde suckling on her tip.“Guess I just wanted to show you what you were missing,” she said, enjoying the look of anger that flashed over Rachel’s face when she caught on to what she was doing.Quinn licked the last of the cum coating her cock, stood back up and swallowed down half her bottle with a smack of her lips all the while Rachel stared at her with crossed arms, looking very much the same as when she figured her out all those weeks ago. The smaller blonde was just about to climb back in her lap before Brittany stopped her.“Put your yoga mat by the couch, baby mama, show Rachel what a good girl you are.”“Yes, Daddy,” Quinn said, giving the petite brunette a comforting smile before turning right back into the dutiful Brittany’s girl she always was.Without another word she dragged the mat back to rest parallel to the couch, folded it over and settled down on her hands and knees at nearly the same height as the couch, turning her face to the taller blonde for approval.Brittany blew her a kiss and stood up with her hands on her hips, her flaccid shaft hanging proudly between her thighs, looking down at the brunette, whose steely gaze barely wavered.“Take off your coat, pretty girl,” she said, the tone of her voice more suggestive than commanding.Rachel bit her lip before the words ‘Yes, Daddy’ nearly came unbidden out of her mouth, unbuttoning her coat and exposing the new lingerie she’d chosen for her shift despite the bratty voice in her head telling her not to.Brittany licked her lips as that coat slid down to the floor, taking in the brunette’s curves with an appreciative gaze.“Another busy Couples Night,” Brittany predicted as she turned the smaller girl around and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “So how’ve you been, Rach, think you’re ready for the next six to nine months?”Spending as much time as she had around her new boss hadn’t quite prepared her for all of her quirks and random thought patterns, and Rachel found herself at a loss of words once again. She stared at Quinn’s nude form for a few moments before looking back up into the taller blonde’s blue eyes in realization.“I- yes, I think I will be,” she said with a nervous gulp, unconsciously snuggling into Brittany’s side as she led her towards the blonde stripper still kneeling in obedient silence.Santana was on the cusp of her second trimester and had been on early maternity leave almost as soon as she had started to show. Rachel had been taking more of her shifts and dancing with Quinn so well they were now they were the most requested pair for the VIP rooms.But then rumors started swirling just a few days before that Santana was bored and had somehow convinced Quinn to have another baby just to have her back home.Rachel had just laughed it off at first. After all, the blonde stripper was constantly warning her against unprotected sex and the ‘consequences’ that followed; but there she was kneeling and bare, Brittany’s cum still dribbling out of the plump lips of her pussy, and looking all too eager for more.So Brittany wasn’t just asking her if she was ready to work without one of her ‘secret weapons,’ but both of them. The petite brunette had attracted quite the following in the club, but could she handle the extra attention from Quinn and Santana’s regular clients or even attract the same level of interest as they did?Those questions were thrown out of her mind as soon as she stood above her soon-to-be-former dance partner while wrapped in Brittany’s strong, naked embrace.“How’s that for a view, huh?” Brittany said into her ear, squeezing the brunette’s midsection as she molded her body over hers.Rachel couldn’t help but nod in agreement, her blush returning ten fold as she gazed down at the sight of the smaller blonde’s gleaming pale backside swaying back and forth. Her boss knew where she was looking and kissed her warm cheek with a giggle.“Hey, Rach, check this out,” she said, resting her chin on the smaller girl’s shoulder before addressing the kneeling stripper. “Open up for me, baby mama, show Rachel your insides, give her a wink.”The smaller blonde responded with an eager moan, arching her back and pushing her ass up higher in the air to present it to the two captive pairs of eyes. The swell of her bum glistened in the dim light and if Rachel’s eyes weren’t so fixated on that tight little pucker between her cheeks she would have missed it twitching.Quinn took a few gulps of air into her lungs and held them, tensing up until the muscles of her back twitched and contorted before exhaling a long, continuous breath. Her anal ring slowly but surely dilated all on its own, winking open and close for an entranced audience.In seconds her once tight hole was gaping open wide enough for Rachel and Brittany to see the pulsing pink muscles inside.It was the lewdest thing Rachel had ever seen and the look the smaller blonde threw over her shoulder just made it all worse.Quinn Fabray’s face, framed by golden curls gleamed with a sheen of sweat, her full cheeks flushed and her lips pouting with every breath; And the smug, lustful look in her half-lidded eyes that turned submissive the instant they landed on the other blonde in the room.Rachel didn’t even realize she was biting her lip until she tasted blood. She barely felt the hand glide down her back before it cupped the bare flesh of her own ass.Brittany noticed the blood when their gazes met and she pulled the brunette closer to lick it off her lips.“Isn’t that the hottest thing, like ever?” She said, resting her chin on Rachel’s head, nudging her closer to the kneeling blonde’s glistening behind. “I’ve been training her for over a year to do that, bet you didn’t even notice that cute little pussy right below it dripping with my cum.”Rachel was too transfixed to nod her head as the taller blonde kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear.“You want to touch it, don’t you, babe?” Brittany said, her teeth grazing the brunette’s ear, pinching and massaging her bum with dexterous fingers. “It’s okay to touch, she wants it too. Don’t you, princess?”Quinn mewled in response, jiggling her ass left and right as the taller blonde took Rachel’s outstretched palm in her own to guide it closer.“Don’t you, princess?” She said again, louder, their fingers just inches from the hole winking open and closed, gasping to be filled.“Y-yes, Daddy,” Quinn said, looking over her shoulder with a quivering pout while arching her back so hard the curve of her spine looked nearly painful. “Touch me, Rach, however you want.”Once again the husk of her voice sent Rachel’s mind into overdrive, and her fingers finally touched the rim of the stripper’s asshole, feeling it prickle in response. Brittany’s hand guided her fingers around the muscle as it coiled, gliding along the flesh, every touch, light and heavy eliciting a moan from the smaller blonde.Quinn buried her face in her arms as the two women’s fingers circled her rim, knowing the taller blonde would tease her further if she tried to push her ass back.And then she felt the brunette’s finger delve in.“Good girl, feel how slick it is,” Brittany said, her hot breath hitting Rachels’ cheeks as their fingers crept inside. “Not too much or too little, just enough lube to feel me push inside, that’s how she likes it.”Rachel felt the tug at her finger as it was buried, knuckle deep inside the stripper’s ass, the wrinkled bud clamping down around it.“Fuck, feel how tight and hungry she is,” the taller blonde said, tugging at the brunette’s hand to show off the resistance. “She wants to be filled, even your tiny little finger, she’ll never let go, not unless I tell her to. Do you feel how hungry she is?”Rachel nodded her head, her mouth slightly open at the sight and the feeling of her finger being squeezed so intently. She could barely wiggle it inside, the smaller blonde’s muscles were too strong.“Don’t be too greedy, baby mama,” Brittany said with a light smack that rippled across the blonde stripper’s fleshy ass. “Let go of Rachel’s finger so she can keep exploring.”“Fuck, sorry, Daddy,” Quinn said, her voice muffled in her arms, blowing out another steady breath, loosening her ass enough for the brunette to reclaim her finger.As soon as she saw the wrinkled bud gape open once more, Rachel stuffed three fingers inside it, to the happy surprise of both blondes.“Oh fuck!” Quinn gasped, lifting her face out of her arms as she felt those fingers curl inside her. “Oh fuck, Rach, r-right there, oh- OHHHHHHH!”“That is so fucking hot,” Brittany said, her own fingers delving into the smaller blonde’s sopping wet folds while her other hand had pulled down the brunette’s soaked thong and started massaging her bare skin.Brittany started whispering in Rachel’s ear, praising her with nips and kisses to her blushing face. With the taller blonde’s encouragement, Rachel put her other hand against the small of Quinn’s back to steady her through the shudders of pleasure that wracked her body.“You’re such a good girl,” Brittany said, her breaths blowing tendrils of chestnut hair across the brunette’s face, all the while their fingers worked in tandem to make the blonde stripper a mewling mess. “I’m so proud of you, Rach, you’re such a good girl!”Rachel’s doe eyes were black with lust and she pushed her ass back against the taller blonde’s teasing fingers as her own fingers explored Quinn’s asshole, feeling it clench and pull them deeper inside.“I want you to do something for me, baby girl,” Brittany said suddenly, pulling her fingers out of the smaller blonde’s pussy to wrap her wet fingers around the brunette’s wrist to pull it away. “I want you to lick-”Quinn’s cry of outrage came almost immediately after the slick pop of Rachel’s fingers pulling out of her clenching rear.Brittany responded with a sharp slap on her ass.“OUCH, fuck! My shift’s in an hour, Britt!” Quinn said, looking over her shoulder as though she could see the red handprint adorning her once perfect porcelain ass. “I can’t go out there with- AH FUCK!”“I already called Kitty in to cover your shift,” Brittany said with another slap on the other side of the stripper’s rippling ass. “You think I wasn’t going to fuck you senseless after your whole naked yoga routine this morning? Unless you want a spanking before that happens, you need to behave, baby mama.”“I’m so-sorry, Daddy, I’ll behave,” Quinn husked, cradling her face in her hands as she arched her back and presented her reddened ass agape once more.“Good girl,” the taller blonde said, massaging the round bottom’s reddening flesh as she looked back into the petite brunette’s dark eyes. “Now as I was saying, I want you to help me fuck this gorgeous ass, do you want to help me, baby girl?“I- uh- I- I- I- what?” Rachel said, gulping down her nerves and looking up at those big blue eyes and back down at the gaping hole. “I- I don’t underst-”“Lick her,” Brittany said, her other hand now rubbing the small of the brunette’s sweat-slick back. “Lick that cute little booty and get it all nice and slippery for me, do you want to do that for me, gorgeous?”“Oh fuck, please!” Quinn moaned, looking over her shoulder with pleading hazel eyes directed at the smaller girl. “Please lick me, Rach- OW, God!”“You’re my slut, Q, you beg for me,” Brittany said after another smack, her dominant tone still bubbly and carefree. “So how about it, baby girl?”“I- I’ll do it,” Rachel said after a moment of very heavy breathing, gazing into the smaller blonde’s insides while licking her lips. “I want to do it.”With a squeal of joy, the taller blonde tilted the brunette’s chin up to kiss all over her face and then her lips. Rachel deepened the kiss, sucking in Brittany’s tongue and battling it with her own.After a moment she broke off the kiss and kneeled down to the glistening ass still on display, all without breaking eye contact with the taller blonde’s sky blues.Brittany nodded her head and the brunette obeyed, turning her face and burying it between those rosy hued cheeks.“Fuck!” Quinn said, panting into her arms as Rachel’s surprisingly long tongue swirled around and inside her rectum. “Rachel, damn, never thought you’d be into this.”The brunette couldn’t help but agree as her tongue tasted the blonde stripper’s depths, her nose nestled into the cleft of her cheeks. She had never even fantasized about rimming before the opportunity was just suddenly presented to her.And eating Quinn Fabray’s ass seemed like a hell of an opportunity. She tasted oddly sweet, flowery and clean, obviously from the blonde’s habitual enemas and Rachel found herself enjoying it.“I knew she would,” Brittany said as she pulled the brunette’s thong down her slick thighs, revealing a perfectly tanned bubble butt all her own. “From the minute I saw you I knew you were an ass girl, right, Rach?”Rachel all but confirmed it by wriggling her bottom up into the taller blonde’s fingers as she doubled down on the task of rimming the smaller.And when she spat into the gaping hole both blondes moaned in approval.“Dirty girl!” Brittany said proudly, her fingers and thumb tracing the edges of the brunette’s dripping folds and wrinkled bud. “Such a dirty girl, Rach, I love it!”With the taller blonde’s encouragement, Rachel pulled apart Quinn’s spank-brightened cheeks to spit again and again. Each time the blonde stripper shuddered and moaned at the feeling of her saliva settling deep inside.“Oh fuck, Britt, I need it!” Quinn said, pushing back and smothering the brunette’s face with her ass. “Fuck my ass, Daddy, I need your dick, please!”Rachel pulled back before she lost her breath, smacking her lips in satisfaction at the taste of the smaller blonde’s insides.She looked back up at the taller blonde’s sky blue eyes, catching that look of pride with a smile.“Sounds like you did a great job, Rach,” the taller blonde said, patting the swell of the brunette’s bum as she turned to kneel in front of her. “And it looks like you already know what to do next, huh?”“Yes, Daddy,” Rachel said, her eyes black, and her face flushed as she looked up at Brittany, kneeling at her feet.Without looking away from those burning blue eyes, the petite brunette took firm hold of the taller blonde’s monstrous cock. Rachel marveled at its sheer size and warmth, resting its half-hard girth against her face to excite its owner.“Shit, baby girl,” Brittany said, captivated by the sight of her cock dwarfing the brunette’s striking face. “Don’t be a tease. My baby mama’s dying for this to go up her ass, so get it all nice and slippery.”Rachel smiled against the length, smelling the blonde’s unique musk and the faint smell of precum brought about by her performance.With another “Yes, Daddy”, she wrapped her lips around the thick mushroom head and swallowed it down to the base.“Jesus,” Quinn husked, looking over her shoulder as the brunette’s nose came to rest on the taller blonde’s flat pelvis, her ass swaying slightly from the strain of holding it up. “San will be so fucking jealous…”“Fuck yes,” Brittany said, sighing in content as the head of her cock hit the back of Rachel’s throat, her fingers coming to rest in those brown locks. “That’s my girl, guzzle me down!”Those doe brown eyes peering up at her would’ve sent her shooting down that velvety throat without the stamina Brittany had built up with her girls. But even so it was a struggle, and she had a plan for where her first load would go.“Keep that ass open, slut!” she said, another smack on the smaller blonde’s rear waking her from the stupor induced by Rachel’s lack of gag-reflex. “Hold your cheeks open too, don’t make me say it again.”Quinn yelped at the impact, dropping her face into the mat and pulling her ass cheeks apart with her hands as her hole dilated open again.As the smaller blonde whimpered out a “Yes, Daddy”, Brittany pulled Rachel’s face away from her crotch, until only a thin trail of spit connected her stiff cock and the brunette’s pouty lips.She admired the sight of her cock glistening in the brunette’s saliva before pulling Rachel up to kiss her swollen lips.“Good girl,” Brittany said with another tender kiss as she put her hands under the petite brunette’s arms. “Now relax and enjoy the show.”As Brittany spoke, Rachel found herself hoisted up in the air and tossed back into the couch, settling her bare bottom on the pile of pillows that cushioned her fall.Her new position gave her the perfect view of the show that was promised, as the taller blonde shuffled behind the smaller, the head of her cock sliding between shiny red cheeks, before pushing inside.Quinn screamed into the mat as Brittany’s cock reamed her open, struggling to keep her hands on her cheeks as the spit and minimal lube left her feeling the stretch even more. She turned her head around to look at the brunette just as the woman above her bottomed out.Rachel saw the pain in her knitted brow and the arousal in her half-lidded eyes, unconsciously opening her legs up and playing with her clit as she watched.“Oh fuck me,” Quinn said, gritting her teeth and trying to look back at the taller blonde with desperate eyes. “Fuck my ass, Daddy, pl- Ahhh haaa!!”“Keep your hands on your cheeks, baby mama,” Brittany said after a few hard smacks that jiggled the stripper’s ripened flesh. “If I say it one more time I pull out, got it?”As she spoke, she pushed against the smaller blonde’s back to keep her down before gathering together the loose waves of golden blonde hair that fanned out around her head.Wrapping it all together in a simple braid, Brittany let it rest on Quinn’s sweat-slick back before grabbing hold of her hips.Rachel’s eyes were drawn upward as she heard the club manager’s heavy pants. Starting at the pelvis, she could see the hard cut abdominals and those firm, perky breasts, all the way up to her stunning face in profile, gazing down at her prize with an animal-like lust.Those blue eyes caught her gaze and she tilted her head around to give her a smile.“Good girl,” Brittany said, catching the brunette’s busy fingers with a grin before turning back to address the stripper she was buried in. “Now let’s give her a show, baby mama!”“Y- yes, Daddy,” Quinn panted as the taller blonde pulled her hips back, sliding her massive cock out slow enough to tease, before she pushed her ass back to take it back in.And so it began, Brittany would pull out and Quinn would push back, again and again. And all the while the blue-eyed blonde had the perfect view of her dick pumping that gaping hole and Quinn’s face smashed against the cushion, grinding her teeth and cursing with every push back.It was a slow start, as the smaller blonde struggled to push her hips back with her hands busy pulling apart her pert cheeks. Her grunts turned indignant when she noticed less and less effort in the taller blonde’s thrusts.“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” Brittany said with a sigh, putting her hands on her hips and watching her cock slide in and out between the pale globes of the stripper’s wide open cheeks. “With the hottest sluts who live to take my cock in their cute little booties, right, baby mama?”Quinn cried out in pain, pleasure and a little frustration in response, stopping her ass halfway around Brittany’s cock and looking over her shoulder to give the taller blonde a glare.“Y- your ass, Daddy, it’s- it’s all yours, so shut up and fuck it already!!”Brittany answered her glare with a blank stare and for a long uncomfortable moment Rachel thought they were going to stop completely, until the smaller blonde’s face turned anxious.“Oh no,” Quinn said with a gulp, giving the taller woman a sheepish smile as she realized how much trouble she was in. “I’m s- so sorry, Dadd- Eeeh-ow, Fuck!!”Brittany gave her a whirlwind of smacks across her cheeks with both hands before squeezing them between her palms. The sound of the smacks echoing across her flesh was so loud Rachel winced in sympathy.“Sometimes they mouth off, Rach,” the taller blonde said, looking over to the stripper on the couch with a childish grin while squeezing and pinching the plump glistening flesh between her fingers, still buried halfway inside it. “But they’re still my sluts, and they always take their punishments like good girls.”Rachel saw Quinn nod her head furiously, biting her lip and whimpering with every pinch on her tender bottom.“That’s why we’re all going to ignore her slutty little pussy for the rest of night!”Brittany’s bubbly, carefree voice and her sing-songy tone contrasted with the desperate sobs erupting from the smaller blonde beneath her.“Which means,” she continued, pulling Quinn’s head back by her spun locks and licking the tears running down the corner of her eye, “if I see your hand go anywhere near your clit, or you try to rub yourself against the mat, I’ll give Sanny a front row seat of your spanking tonight, got it, babe?”“Y- yea- yes, Daddy!” Quinn squealed, turning her face to let the taller blonde claim her trembling lips.Brittany swept back her hair and cradled the back of her head lovingly as her tongue delved into the stripper’s mouth. Breaking off the kiss with an exaggerated smack of her lips, she shoved Quinn’s face back down into the mat and clenched a bundle of her hair in her hands as she pushed her cock all the way back into the smaller blonde’s gaping ass.“AAAAAAAAAHHHHhhohhh fuck!”Quinn’s cry was muffled by the mat, but Rachel could hear the ecstasy and desperation so clearly all the while the taller blonde started to pump her hips, her pelvis smashing up against the stripper’s jiggling ass with every thrust.“God, I fucking love you,” Brittany said, pulling back on Quinn’s bundle of gold curls as her hips bucked harder, her slick pole pushing into that clenching hole still struggling to contain its girth. “I love this fucking ass and I LOVE fucking this fucking ass!”The smaller blonde cried up into the air after her head was pulled back from the mat, breathlessly thanking her between moans. The force of the club owner’s thrusts threw her back and forth, and Rachel wondered how she managed to keep her grip on the mat so slick with oil and her own sweat and essence.Rachel also wondered why she herself was watching it happen while sitting bare assed on a couch covered in far more bodily fluids than the mat, but her fingers were still diligently working between widespread legs.Brittany huddled over the smaller blonde as her hips picked up speed, jackhammering so hard into her asshole the petite spectator could hear the wet ‘schlurp’-like sound of her cock tunneling inside.“Oh, fuck,” Brittany cursed, biting her lip as she pulled the stripper’s hair back hard enough to draw out a squeal of pain. “FUCK! I’m gonna cum, babe- Fuck, I’m going to cum!”Quinn moaned and wailed in response, pushing back against the taller girl’s thrusts after a few encouraging spanks, her tears intermingling with the sweat pouring down her face. The club owner growled and cursed at her own lack of stamina, even though she had been plowing her girl’s ass well over five minutes. She barked orders to the stripper below her with a frustrated tone Rachel had never heard from her before.“Squeeze me, baby mama. I’m not done yet so keep squeezing, don’t let me go soft!”‘GOD- fuck, fuck- y- yes, Dad- AHHHH!”Quinn screamed at a particularly brutal thrust that sent her back to her elbows as she tried pulling herself up. Through sheer determination the smaller blonde managed to push herself up to her hands, bumping her ass back against the club owner’s pistoning pelvis, trying to match her overwhelming force.Rachel watched with dark eyes as the two blondes thrashed their hips together, the taller of the two grunting and panting as she got closer to the edge, looking more and more desperate than she’d ever seen her.“This is all your fault,” Brittany said, giving the brunette on the couch what looked like her first attempt at a glare and failing horribly. “If you hadn’t swallowed me whole, I-”The normally bubbly, carefree blonde stifled the rest of her words and growled, the mask slipping off just long enough for Rachel to notice.The petite brunette bit her lip to hide a smirk, giving her clit slower, more languid strokes with her fingers.Brittany ignored her completely, boring holes into the smaller blonde’s rippling ass with a determined gaze as she gave a few more rhythmic, heavy thrusts then one, two and three more, each harder than the last.Rachel knew the instant she came, she could hear and see it all so clearly in the echoing chamber of the sound-proofed office. Brittany’s surprisingly deep, primal grunt as her taller form nearly fell over Quinn’s, who gave out a gasp of her own, obviously feeling that surge of cum pulse deep into her bowels, a surge Rachel swore she could actually hear, like the bubbling of a water cooler.That sound alone pushed her over the edge and she stifled a gasp, soaking the cushion between her thighs. Rachel was startled out of her reverie a second later when Brittany huffed and pushed up off the smaller blonde’s back, leaning back with her cock still buried between rosy cheeks. “Now, baby mama, now!” The command was emphasized with a smack that rippled across bruised flesh. Quinn responded with a sound halfway between a whine and a moan, arching her back and gritting her teeth as she pushed her ass back against the taller girl’s pelvis.Rachel saw the twitching of her back muscles and the dimple above her ass, all gleaming with sweat and oil and knew Quinn was squeezing the cock buried inside her with all her might. And when the blonde stripper pulled her ass back, she saw it slide out halfway, still monstrously thick as it emptied out spurts of seed.“Oh fuck-errrrr!” Quinn said, her cry ending in a grunt, pushing her ass back again, burying the twitching shaft between her supple globes and clenching hard.Gripping the edges of the mat, she stooped low enough for her swaying breast to touch its slick surface and started gyrating up and down on Brittany’s cock, pulling it with every bounce so it stayed hard from the friction and clenching muscle.“Fucking perfect.” Brittany growled, motionless except for the hands gripping the smaller blonde’s hips, encouraging those bouncing globes rippling against her pelvis, churning her thick seed inside the stripper’s bowels so much it oozed out of her stuffed rim. “Th- that’s it, babe, God, I love you!”Rachel swore she heard Quinn say ‘I love you, too’ between all the pants, grunts and moans as she worked the taller blonde’s shaft back to full size.Brittany hissed suddenly, looking up at the ceiling as if thanking a higher power for the woman below her and clutched her hips harder, wrists trembling and arm muscles flexing. Her whole body came alive with writhing muscles, damp with sweat that caught the light and made her gleam as brightly as Quinn, drawing Rachel’s hungry gaze to her every hard sinew and soft curve.She leaned back, thrusting out her pelvis to meet the smaller blonde’s ass, making it jiggle with a few more reverent slaps. Quinn seemed to grow more and more feral with each impact, thrusting back ceaselessly, her cries so deafeningly loud Rachel was taken aback.Within just a few minutes she had watched this breathy softly feminine woman turn into a wild, lust-crazed slut and it made her more lightheaded than the after waves of pleasure still buzzing through her mind.“C-cum for me, Q,” Brittany said breathlessly, rhythmically double slapping the smaller girl’s cheeks with every bounce and changing the angle of her thrusting cock by shifting her hips. “Show Rachel what a good little butt slut you are!”“God fucking- I- I c- can’t, Daddy- Oh fuck- PLEASE!!”Brittany ended her pleas with a harder smack, flashing the brunette spectator a determined look before pulling the smaller blonde’s head up by her scalp with one hand, cupping her lower stomach with the other and stooping over to thrust downward into her gaping ass.“Show her, baby girl,” she growled, tilting Quinn’s head in Rachel’s direction as she used all her energy to tunnel into the stripper’s bowels. “Show her you’re mine! My slut, my bitch, MINE!”“Oh God, oh- AAAAHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”Her words were like a trigger unlocking an impossibly higher pitch in the blonde stripper’s wails and sending her facedown, writhing in mindless pleasure, her darkened eyes rolling to the back of her head.Brittany gave one more thrust and buried herself fully inside the smaller blonde’s ass, holding her steady through those tremors. She brushed back sweat-soaked hair from Quinn’s ruddy, glistening face and gave the brunette on the couch a smug look that earned her a glare in return.Brittany’s smile never wavered as she held the smaller blonde, stroking her hair and kissing up and down her spine as her shudders and twitches eased. All the while Rachel fumed, a thin sliver of sweat coating her olive skin, partly from the radiant heat of the vigorous sex mere feet away, but most of all her own arousal. Her core was throbbing in need despite the lingering tingles in the back of her head from a none too distant orgasm.If looks could kill, Brittany would have been murdered twice over, right after fucking all coherent thought out of the petite brunette’s mind.“Good girl,” the taller blonde said, her eyes flashing back to the stripper on the couch from the briefest of seconds before sitting up and wrapping her hands around the smaller blonde’s waist. “My good girl, right, babe?”“You- yours.”Quinn’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper as she rested her cheek on the mat to look over her shoulder, giving the taller woman still buried inside her a tired smile.Brittany bent over to kiss her full lips, before turning her face in Rachel’s direction and wriggling her eyebrows. To add salt to the wound, she slapped the smaller blonde’s ass just hard enough to jiggle it, hissing when it reflexively clenched around her.Rachel looked away with a scoff, literally turning her nose up at the display, but discreetly peeking from the corner of her eye just as Brittany slowly started pulling out of the stripper’s winking hole.Quinn moaned wistfully when that fat tip popped out. She shuffled around on all fours to wrap her lips around it, giving Rachel a glimpse of her ass clenching so tight it let out only a thin trickle of the taller blonde’s cum.The porcelain-skinned stripper suckled the mushroom head that had just been in the deepest part of her ass greedily, looking up intently with dark hazel eyes, awaiting further instructions.Brittany pushed back stray golden curls sticking to her face and cupped her jaw, patting it lightly in encouragement."Good girl," she sighed as Quinn opened her mouth wider and swallowed her cock halfway down, until its head just brushed the back of her throat. Rachel stopped pretending to look away, and gazed down intently at the smaller blonde slurping as noisily as a porn star, her jaw nearly unhinged from the club owner's girth. She looked up at Brittany's face, relieved to find she wasn't quite as satisfied as when she was buried in Quinn's ass, or her own throat.Still the taller blonde cheered her on with reverent words, softly pumping her hips as she massaged the stripper's full cheeks. Without Rachel's throat massaging her shaft, Brittany had to settle for Quinn's eager tongue along with her expert use of suction and teeth.It seemed to go on painfully long to Rachel's unsated mind, at least ten minutes until Brittany finally came with a groan, filling Quinn's mouth with hot cum."Mmm, the pineapple was a great idea," Quinn said after swallowing it down, her voice husky from strain and the slowly dwindling cock she cradled against her lips. "San's really magic with that new blend- ah!""Keep me hard, baby mama," Brittany said, spanking the tired blonde's wiggling ass cheeks with just enough force to startle her. "I'm nowhere near done yet."Her vivid blue eyes were on Rachel as she spoke, never looking away even as Quinn replied "Yes, Daddy," through a mouthful of her cock. The petite brunette shuddered, sinking further back into the couch and unconsciously widening her crossed legs while the taller blonde simply smirked. Without pulling out of the stripper's mouth, she shuffled sideways, closer to the couch until she was kneeing over the smaller woman's open form.She leaned forward, her gaze never wavering, causing the pout on Rachel's lips to quiver in anticipation. Just as their lips were inches apart, Brittany suddenly turned and dropped down onto the mat, her back to the couch and her head resting between the brunette's legs.Rachel gasped, her jaw dropping as she stifled a wail of frustration.Every curse she could imagine was on her lips but her jaw just hung useless while the taller blonde uncrossed her calves and hung them over her shoulders to lean her head further back. The back of her blonde head nearly touched her moist lips before Brittany finally spoke."That's my girl," she said, wrapping a bundle of Quinn's golden hair in her hands to pull her away from her glistening cock, now full and drooping. "Now get those pretty boobs back in my face and hop on."The smaller blonde was slower to obey, looking at Rachel over Brittany's head, her sweat soaked brow pursed in concern as she rose up with some effort back to sit back on her knees."Y- you know, Britt, Rae looks like she could use some-"“I didn’t promise to fuck Rach senseless, did I? I promised you, so you’re not walking out of my office on your own by the time I’m done with you.”“Oh, fuck,” Quinn gasped, sweeping back her sweat dampened hair as she gave the taller blonde a futile pout.Brittany just wagged her finger and pointed it back down to her lap and the stripper sighed in compliance, shuffling forward, throwing a leg over her hip and settling down with her cock nestled between those fleshy, abused cheeks.Quinn gave the petite brunette a sympathetic, beleaguered look and reached back to grab the base of the shaft before the taller blonde stopped her.Brittany suddenly dropped her head back between Rachel's slick thighs.“Hey, Rach,” Brittany said, looking up into the brunette's upside down glowering face. “Would you mind getting us some more lube, it’s in the top right drawer of my desk, thanks, babe!”“I didn’t say ‘yes’!” Rachel said despite jumping up from the couch with a growl, none-too-kindly bumping Brittany's head with her thigh and stalking toward the desk, sidestepping the two blonde’s on the floor without looking back.Quinn shook her head disapprovingly at Brittany's smug grin until the taller blonde gave her nipples a sharp twist.Rachel heard the smaller blonde's moan and slammed the drawer full of empty lube jars shut, sorting through a few more drawers before settling on a jar of baby oil and throwing it at the taller blonde's head.Brittany caught it one-handed before it could make impact and flashed her a grateful smile."Good girl!"She uncapped the bottle and squirted it down Quinn's back, the oil drizzling down the contours of her back, past her cheeks before finally reaching the taller woman's cock.Brittany coated it fully with a twist of her hand, massaging the remnants of oil into the golden-haired stripper's supple ass. After the usual prompting of a smack to her gleaming rear, Quinn pulled apart her cheeks and dropped right back down onto the club owner's stiff shaft, moaning exhaustedly as it slid into her gaped hole like a knife through butter.Brittany pulled her arms around her neck and spread out her own to rest on the couch, kissing Quinn's cheek, lips and chin before settling back, an unspoken order on her possessive lips. With a husky sigh, the smaller blonde started to ride that thick shaft, her cheeks jiggling every time they met Brittany's lap."Come sit back down, baby girl," Brittany said, looking at Rachel over the smaller blonde's shoulder, clearly enjoying the sight of her quivering legs. "You look like you're going to fall over, and the view's better from over here."She bit the pebbled nipple atop a bouncing breast as if to illustrate her point, while Rachel shook her head, about ready to start yelling when her backside came in contact with the blonde's chair. Then she smiled."Yes, Daddy."Brittany looked back at her, her smile dropping when she saw her just about to sit."If that cute tush of yours touches my chair," she said dangerously, her hands on Quinn's hips encouraging her to ride faster, "I'm smacking it raw, got it?"Rachel's face reddened, almost impossibly by this point, and she looked from the taller woman to the chair, and back again, as if debating whether the punishment was worth it just to disobey her. She couldn't imagine the bubbly blonde would ever force her over her knee, but the petite brunette also couldn't imagine refusing to just drop down on it and present said 'cute tush' for punishment."S- sorry, Rach, Britt's very protective of her chair," Quinn said with a laugh, giving the smaller woman a wry, somewhat pained grin over her shoulder. "She spent like three grand on it, its ridic- AhaOW- Ouch, Daddy, God that hurts!""Well then don't laugh about my awesome chair," Brittany said, massaging the smaller blonde's jiggling flesh after her strike, nipping at her neck as she spoke. "And don't laugh about Rachel getting punished either, you're still due for your spanking later tonight, don't forget, baby mama."Quinn's whining continued until a few more well placed smacks encouraged her to nod her head, bite her lip and keep on dutifully bouncing atop the taller blonde's lap.Hearing the audible clap of unyielding palm meeting flesh made Rachel suddenly more inclined to stay away from the ridiculously expensive leather chair and shuffle back sullenly toward the couch. She had managed to climb back to her original position, with legs spread wide around the club owner, when Brittany had started lifting the smaller blonde up by her hips and slamming her back down, pummeling the inside of her ass with her fat tip and making her cry out in pained ecstasy."FUCK, FUCK, fuck," Quinn cried, gripping the blue-eyed savant's well-toned trapezoid muscles for dear life as she was bounced up and down.Brittany tilted her head back to make sure Rachel was entranced watching Quinn's teardrop breasts jiggle before her face lit back up in a grin.“Tell her what it feels like, Q,” she said, breathless and eager, vivid blue eyes entranced by stiff nipples as if picturing them already leaking milk. "Tell Rachel what it feels like inside you!"“It- it’s so- fuck- fucking big, Rach,” Quinn said helplessly, her eyes liquid and red with the sting of sweat, blinking down at the petite brunette before a particularly harsh slam made them roll to the back of her head. “She’s so f- fucking big, I can feel her in my stomach!"Rachel's own gaze widened, her mouth hanging open so long she had to swallow down drool. Her heart was beating out of its chest and her thighs squeezing the taller blonde's neck, half a mind set on squeezing hard enough to cut off air supply. Brittany turned her face to kiss the brunette's exposed flesh and laughed when she felt the vice like grip of her thighs. "Tell her how it was the first time, how it felt the first moment it was buried in this tight little ass!"“T- too big, way too fucking big,” Quinn cried, wrapping her arms tight around the taller woman's head and squeezing it against her chest as she was thrown up and down, riding her thick cock like a bucking bronco. "I couldn't fucking take it, I- I- I had to make myself- Oh fuck, oh fuck! She- she made me take it, R- Rach, I needed to-""You needed it, didn't you?" Brittany said, slightly muffled with her lips pressed against the smaller blonde's cleavage. "How long did I have to beg you to try it up the butt and how long after did it take for you to be the one begging, baby?!"Quinn's answer was nearly incoherent as she thrashed up and down, her sodden dark blonde curls fluttering around her body as though floating in the air, her cries so loud and lustful they made Rachel shudder. Brittany's satisfied laugh in response turned that breathless chill racing up Rachel's spine into rage and she growled."THAT'S IT!"With one final huff, the petite brunette rolled away, nearly tumbling off the couch in her desperation to escape the taller blonde's presence before storming out of the office and slamming the door behind her, her coat left forgotten on the floor.Quinn watched her go with a pursed brow, the protest on her lips dying when Brittany lifted her hips up until only the tip of her cock was still inside her and dropped her bubble butt back down hard. The taller blonde seemed unperturbed by Rachel's exit, her depthless blue eyes fixated on the vision above her crying out in surprise.Quinn wailed up into the ceiling, gulping down breaths of air like vibrating hiccups while Brittany took over entirely, bouncing her up and down with just the strength of her arms, squeezing her hard shaft every time it speared up into her bowels and pushing her jiggling breasts against eager lips. Within minutes of the petite brunette's dramatic storm out Quinn gasped breathlessly as she felt warm seed once more fill her insides.Rope after rope flooded her colon and she dropped down completely, bonelessly falling into her love's embrace, feeling so full she could burst.“Th- that was cruel, B,” Quinn said after catching her breath, a drowsy smile on her lips, cradling the taller blonde’s head and stroking her shorter locks as she suckled on her breast, her clenching ass milking every last spurt of cum from her pulsating cock. “She is so pissed at you.”Brittany dragged her teeth against the tip of her nipple to elicit a shudder before looking up at her with a toothy grin..“Angry sex is the best, Q,” Brittany said between nips and bites across Quinn’s chest, her own hands cradling the fleshy globes of her stuffed ass. “Remember when you were trying to lose the baby weight after Beth and Santana kept calling you ‘Tubbers’?”Quinn groaned, trying to hide her face in her hands and failing when Brittany took hold of her wrists. Her face lit up in a blush that the taller blonde found adorable coming from a woman with a dick nestled in her ass.Brittany giggled and kissed her flushed cheeks.“You finally just hogtied her and forced her to watch you ride me. You were like a wild animal, it was so fucking hot!”Quinn shuddered helplessly again from the taller woman’s whispered breath on her cheek, taking her face between her hands and guiding it back to her gleaming breasts.She felt Brittany’s softened arousal twitch inside her and rolled her hooded eyes playfully as her mouth returned to suckling the stiff bud of her nipple.“That was like a decade ago, Daddy,” she said, her husky purr provoking a soon-to-be hickey between her breasts. “G- get some new material out of that massive spank bank of yours.”Brittany pulled her lips off her breast with an audible pop, her bright eyes looking up at the ceiling as her mind was obviously caught up in a thousand flashbacks.“Ooooh, ooh, I know!” She said, jostling the stripper in her lap with an excited bounce, unintentionally pushing the fat tip of her cock deeper. “How about when Santana called Cassie an old hag and she got so mad she let me fuck her ass while she fucked Sanny’s ass with my dick clone. Neither of them could walk right for a week after that, Santana was totally impressed with her performance, but like I told her, Cass is a dancer like me and-”“Britt,” Quinn said softly, her lazy smile turning upside down, purposely ignoring the arousal growing stiff inside her as the taller woman rambled on, “have you been using Santana to get angry sex all this time?”But Brittany was too lost in nostalgia to respond, unconsciously grabbing possessive handfuls of the stripper’s ass as she spoke.“Ooh, and there was that year San spent trying to bug Holly, kept calling her Gwyneth-”“Brittany!”  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Rachel's anger carried her down two flights of stairs without her feet touching more than half their steps, and then barely avoided breaking her heel when she stumbled out right into the mass of patrons pouring into the club. She stopped herself from going further, taking a few calming breaths and putting on a fake smile as she felt the eyes of countless men and women ogling her glistening form. Not wanting to leave the club when the entry way was swarming with people, the petite brunette chose to head for the bar, hands on her swaying hips, the growing crowd parting like the Red Sea in front of her.She saw Santana sitting with Cassandra at the side of the bar, mirroring her annoyed posture despite the relaxed smile on her lips. She was dressed in her ‘civvies’, upscale maternity wear that emphasized her chest more than her growing belly with just the barest hint of makeup. The older woman caught her eye and waved her over.“Hey, babe,” she said as Rachel approached, giving her non-House approved lingerie a once over with a knowing smirk. “The best laid plans of mice and men, huh?”The pregnant brunette patted the chair beside her and Rachel took it begrudgingly.“Shut up, Santana,” she said tersely, cradling the beer Santana had swiped from Cassandra, whose attention was drawn to the opposite side of the bar along with nearly half the club’s staff. “What are you doing here?”Santana laughed, poking the tense woman’s cheek until she looked up from the beer to glare back at her.“Not like I’m too big to fit through my front door yet, girlie.”The darker brunette took a sip of her virgin cocktail and motioned for Rachel to look across the counter.“And it’s not like I can get this kind of entertainment at home,” she continued, a devious pride in her eyes as she watched the two women Rachel finally noticed tending the bar, laughing and enjoying themselves as if they were the only ones in the club.Dani had half a dozen trays set up around her station, pouring out rows of shots as she playfully twerked against her new girlfriend’s pelvis. She managed it all without spilling a drop, even as the taller woman flirted in her ear and kissed down her spine.Grace was as carefree and chipper as the day Rachel had been introduced to her, casually sipping her beer and pulling down bottles of vodka from the shelves above the bartender’s reach without being asked. She reminded Rachel so much of Brittany that it wasn’t much of a surprise Dani had fallen for her so quickly.“Hey lesbians!” Cassandra said, loud and surly enough over the low din of the club speakers to grab the two lover’s attention. “You’re distracting the staff with your disgustingly earnest and mushy affection, so kick it down a notch. This is a strip club for god sake, all affection within the building should be well-rehearsed and transactional.”Grace stifled a laugh and hid her flushed face against Dani’s back, while the bartender slid Cassie another beer just hard enough to splash her when she caught it. The older woman wiped her gleaming pasty-covered breasts free of beer froth and took a hearty swig as Santana spoke up beside her.“As the Cupid-like figure directly responsible for this beautiful coupling, I say just ignore the bitter, jaded old hag,” she said, smirking when Holly caught Cassandra’s wrist before she could smack her upside the head. “And start thinking up names for my future god babies. I assume the U-Haul’s packed and ready by now, right? With Dani’s stuff, obviously since her place is a dump.”“Hey! My place isn’t-”Grace swallowed Dani’s indignation with her lips while Cassie turned in her stool to face the pregnant Latina with a typical sneer.“I thought we had the rest of the year free from your mouth,” the older woman said, giving Santana’s attire a once-over. “Oh, please don’t tell me your bloated ass is still trying to have a nightlife? All those poor teens and twentysomethings just trying to enjoy their unburdened youth are going to watch you waddle over to every ritzy club's doorman for yet another rejection and just get depressed.”“Oh, well done, Cougartown,” Santana said with a mocking sneer of her own, pulling on a tassel attached to the blonde’s pasty before getting her hand slapped away. “Almost as good as this age defying nip tuck of yours.”Cassie’s eyes flashed like a shark with blood in the water before Holly slapped a hand over her mouth and pulled her between her legs, whispering in her ear something about poking a sleeping bear. Santana laughed as Cassie sulked in the other blonde’s arms, glaring while Holly jiggled her pasty covered breasts to titillate a few ogling customers walking by.“I had a few errands to run tonight, and I figured I’d stop by,” the pregnant Latina said, turning her attention back to the bartender wrapped up her girlfriend’s arms. “Drop off a few things my Danielita’s been begging me to borrow.”She dropped her purse down on the counter, the weight of it making an audible thunk that startled Rachel from glumly staring at her beer. She looked at the bag and realized instantly what it was, Dani did too from the flush coating her freckled cheeks.Santana had chosen the smallest purse possible to carry the massive phallic shaped object, so small that it seemed to be molded around it.All eyes were on that dick shaped bag and then on the blushing bartender, who wriggled out of her lover’s arms and pushed it off the counter.“P-piss off, Santana!” Dani said, cringing when the purse crashed down onto the floor. “Go back to hibernating, you- whoa, whoa, wait!”Dani was pulled back before she could finish her insult, hoisted into her much taller girlfriend’s arms and playfully twirled around in her station, her legs just barely missing that last tray of shots waiting for pick up.“Aww, babe, you’re borrowing dildos now,” Grace said casually, laughing when the squealing brunette wrapped her arms tight around her neck. “If my strap’s not good enough you could’ve just said so.”“It’s FINE,” Dani said, flushed and flustered as she pushed herself out of the tall blonde’s arms and back on her own two feet. “M- more than, Santana’s just being a bitch is all, ignore her please!”Santana faked a pout, watching the bartender duck and weave out of her girlfriend’s open arms with her arms crossed beneath her heavy chest.“Well fuck me for being a good friend, you were such a fan of that particular model before Little Miss Ivy capped Fuckboi entered the picture.”Dani gasped, outraged on her girlfriend’s behalf, but said fuckboi used the opportunity to grab her back up, wrapping her long arms back around the bartender’s endless curves.“Don’t worry baby girl,” Grace said, resting her cheek on the smaller woman’s head and holding her like a newlywed bride. “I may have done a line of blow off Santana tits once or twice, so I kind of deserve the title.”“And a few off Quinn’s ass, but who remembers all of three months ago, right?”“Oh fuck off, Cupid!” Dani said, glaring over her shoulder at the darker Latina’s smug grin.“Hey, hey, I’m your biggest shipper,” Santana said, her hands raised up defensively, “I just think you should be honest with each other, about who you are and about what you want especially.”Dani’s glare softened and she hid her flushed face against the taller woman’s neck before turning back to the darker Latina.“If you must know,” the bartender said as stoically as she could manage, “Grace has recently introduced me to her strap after fucking me stupid without it and both methods are more than adequate!”The round of impressed whistles she got in response just made her burrow back into her girlfriend’s neck while Santana laughed and elbowed the petite stripper beside her.“Hear that, Rach, Grace is ‘more than adequate’-ly fucking our girl!”Rachel looked up from the floor as if in a trance, blinking up at Santana’s questioning face. The darker brunette gazed at the flush of her cheeks and back down to where she had been looking and smiled.“If Dani’s being dicked down adequately enough,” Cassie said, her voice muffled through Holly’s relaxed fingers and feigning a casual air. “Then I suppose I could take that rubber snake off your hands, Lopez.”Santana gave Rachel one last smirk before turning back to the older women, sipping the last of her virgin cocktail and signaling Dani for a top off.“Sorry, Milfy, but if Daniela’s getting her back blown out on the regular,” she said loud enough for half the staff to hear and laugh at the bartender’s embarrassed whine, discreetly kicking the purse by her feet underneath Rachel’s stool, “then Papí’s tunneler goes back home with me.”Cassie pushed out of the other blonde’s arms and scowled.“As if you bitches aren’t keeping the real thing warm every night in your overworked little twats!”The indignance and frustration dripping from her voice drew every pair of eyes within ten feet, and the ornery blonde stripper blushed under the scrutiny.An awkward silence fell over the bar, and Rachel appraised the golden-hued goddess with new eyes, thinking back on the story Brittany had told her of their first hook up, how she had so utterly dominated the older blonde and taken her apart.Having just watched her do it to Quinn, the petite brunette felt a pang of sympathy but mostly just envy.It reminded her of the all too familiar throbbing in her core, so she crossed her legs and clenched her thighs together, resting her feet on the dildo-stuffed purse.“That itch has you bad, huh,” Santana said with raised eyebrows, smirking when the older woman chugged down the last of her beer to regain her composure. “You know, Cass, if you really can’t find something else big enough to scratch it, you can always move back in with us.”“And spend the rest of my life as Miss Cloudcuckoolander’s cockwarmer?" Cassandra said with a huff, blowing a strand of blonde silken hair away from her cherry red lips. "I don’t think so."She took the cocktail Dani had passed over to Santana and downed it with a grimace, sticking her tongue out in disgust at its lack of alcohol before spotting the team of security pouring from the entrance and sweeping out across the club."Besides, Holly and I have a few rich young fail-sons keeping our beds warm." She said, her new found focus replacing her embarrassment as she took Holly's hand. "And those boys spend most their lives of leisure in the gym- Now lets go, Sunshine, my VIP's here and she's inexplicably charmed by you."Santana shared a look with Holly as she was dragged away, smirking when she saw the apathy for their new boy toys in her kind blue eyes. She turned back to the smaller brunette beside her to find mousier brown eyes looking at her curiously."It was right after Cass got dumped by her ex," she said, answering Rachel's question before she could voice it, taking a sip of the light beer Grace had encouraged Dani to give her and thanking them both with a wink. "He was still letting her live in one of his bachelor pads right up until he found out she was working here, then he threw her ass out to avoid a 'scandal'. She shows up at our door, suitcase in hand and invites herself in, says she'll stay with us until she can save up enough for a respectable New York residence."She took another sip of beer and laughed."Lived nearly a year rent-free cock-blocking Q and I, and getting railed by Britt on every surface of the house- hell, Quinn was even doing her freaking laundry, that Milf had it made in the shade.""Y- you and Quinn live together- with Da- uhm- B- Brittany?!"Rachel's outburst earned her the attention Cassandra had escaped, and she ducked her head to hide her face as it turned three shades of red. Santana gave her a sly look and the smaller brunette briefly wondered if she and Brittany shared some kind of hive mind.On the other side of the bar, Grace had shifted a little closer, her interest peeking until Dani none too gently elbowed her in the ribs."Ow! Little brat..." she hissed, clutching her stomach and pouting dramatically before giving the smaller woman a playful smack on her leather clad bottom. "I thought we took care of this attitude problem last night, babe!"Dani's blush was more noticeable on her paler skin, but she was quicker on her feet than Rachel and raised a glass as she called out to the onlookers surrounding the bar."Round of tequila to start the shift off right, ladies! On me!!"The cheers in response drowned out Santana's laughter and Rachel wasn't surprised to see most of the strippers, all dolled up and glistening for their shift lining up by the bar for their shots. Dani lined up the salt-rimmed glasses in a single row and poured out a whole bottle of Patron, her confidence seemingly returned despite the blonde looming over her back, grinning like a lovesick puppy at her speed and finesse.Rachel nervously downed her shot and sucked on the lemon slice tossed her way."I need to- I mean I- I should get going," she said, wiping her mouth and turning to look at Santana with wide eyes that seemed to be asking her rather than telling. "I know it's Couples Night, but I-""Don't sweat it, babe," Santana said quickly, tenderly brushing back a lock of chestnut hair from her flushed face. "I already called Harmony in after I called Kitty, figured you wouldn't be in any better shape to work than Quinn."Rachel blinked owlishly at the Latina for a few seconds, realization slowly dawning on her this whole night had been planned out. She debated whether to thank her or slap the shit out of her but settled on giving her a blank stare and turning away with a huff."I need to borrow a coat.""Whoa, hold up there, Munchkin, forget the lost-and-found," she said, taking the smaller brunette's wrist before she could slide off the stool, leaning in close enough to brush her plush lips against Rachel's ear, "take that garish as hell red trench coat in the coatroom, its Cassie's, its like high-end Prada or some shit."Rachel scoffed, wrenching her arm away from the Latina's grasp and giving her a suspicious glare."Do I really look that stupid, Santana? I'm not crossing that b-""Chill out, Rae, I'll be the one taking the blame," Santana said over her objection, half a smirk on her perfect face, "I already lifted Holly's coat so she can't be bullied into giving it up to Cass, I just want to see her go outside to hail a cab with her middle-aged boobs bouncing in the breeze. Just give me this, please, I've only got like six more months of living consequence-free as a hot pregnant lady!"The Latina was nearly begging with her hands clasped together, poking Rachel's shoulder with her entwined pointer fingers until she finally relented."Alright, FINE, I'll get the damn coat!"Rachel stalked off with a growl, ignoring the raised eyebrows and getting halfway across the club before she realized she had forgotten something.Swiveling around as elegantly as she could, she was nonplussed to find Santana standing a foot away from her, brazenly holding the purse out to her, the tip of that all-too realistic dildo peeking out of the zipper and that ever-present smirk on the Latina's perfect face. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------