A/N- So I've been working on this story for a while in my spare time. The AN at the bottom will explain what I have planned for it. I just needed a break from writing my other stories and thought I'd share this idea with you all.

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The Dark Side of Love

If you would've asked me how I got to this point in my life you probably wouldn't have believed me. Even to this day I don't believe it sometimes. It all seems like a dream that I can't wake up from. And to tell the truth, I hope I never do wake up from it.

I guess the beginning is a good place as any to start. I guess you could say I was a typical girl growing up. I went to a normal high school, got good grades, was active in different after school clubs, and was also on the cheerleading squad. After graduating, I had managed to get into a pretty nice school and got my degree in business management. I always had a knack for organizing and problem solving so I figured that was my best option. The only problem was that the economy wasn't all that great anymore and jobs were hard to come by for college graduates in their chosen field. I had combed through every newspaper and job site I could find just to find anything. My resume wasn't too impressive but it showed that I had experience in my field since I had worked at a small business in town when I was in college. I had helped them launch their business and even showed them how to better file and keep everything together. Nowadays, most businesses are looking for people with five to ten years of experience before they would hire you. But since I didn't have that, I had to go with whatever I could get.

I had moved back home after college and had done a few odd jobs here and there to save up money so I could move out of my parents' house. They said it wasn't a problem me being back there but since I had lived away on my own, well technically with roommates, I needed that kind of freedom again. Our small town of Lima, Ohio wasn't really the booming city for me and I wanted more. I had worked so hard to get out of there and now I was starting to feel like that was never going to happen.

That all changed with one phone call.

I had kept in touch with a lot of my friends from college. I was a big people person so I always got along with everyone. A girl I had roomed with my second year, Sugar, had called me and had told me about how after graduation she had moved to New York and had gotten a job as an assistant to a fashion editor. Sugar had gone to school for fashion design but like me, she would take anything she could get and at least this was near her field in a way. She told me how a job had just recently opened up at the same company and how they were looking for an assistant for one of the big wigs of the company. She asked me if I would be interested and how she had already kind of dropped my name. To tell the truth, the idea of living in New York has always been my dream so to hear about this offer had me chomping at the bit. But I had to remember some things first. I didn't have enough money to move there and pay for an apartment. My parents were already in debt because of my student loans and I wasn't going to ask them for money and add to it. When I told her about that, Sugar told me she had a spare room in her apartment and if I wanted it, I could have it when I mentioned it to her.

Long story short- a week later I was packed and on my way to New York.

I still to this day have no idea how Sugar convinced them to wait for me to come to New York for an interview when I'm sure hundreds of people were lined up for that job. The day I had called about the interview, the woman on the phone told me to come in the next day. I was shaking like a leaf the whole morning. I had done some research on the company and it was apparently a very well-known fashion company. It had only come up about five years ago and it was doing amazing. They had just recently expanded the company and moved to downtown Manhattan and were looking to hire more help.

I had gone with Sugar, since she would be working, and as soon as we got there I was astounded by the size of the place. I lost track of how many floors there were because it looked like it was climbing right through the clouds. As we walked toward the main doors, the looming sign above made me take a deep breath. This may not be what I had in mind as a job but I couldn't deny that this place would certainly make my resume in the future a golden ticket.

Snix Love was just that powerful.

Sugar had directed me to the receptionist and wished me good luck before following a bunch of people to the elevators. I had given the woman behind the counter my name and she directed me to the fortieth floor and gave me a visitors badge to wear on my suit jacket. I joined the flow of people into the elevators and was crammed into one that surprisingly moved really fast. People got off and on at different floors and by the time I got to my floor, there was only three of us left. We all got out together and I walked to the receptionist here and gave my name again. She directed me to a row of seats and said my name would be called momentarily. Looking over at the seats, I saw a bunch of men and women around my age who looked like they were here for an interview too. I instantly felt my body sag in disappointment. I took my seat and looked at my surroundings. The place was beautiful and screamed money. Everything from the chairs to the marble flooring showed just how well this company was doing. And as I looked at the possible interviewees next to me, I began to feel slightly out of my league here.

A couple of names were called ahead of me and I'd watch them follow a woman with short blonde hair down the hall into an enclosed room and a few minutes later see them leaving with a slightly green hue to their faces. I started to get really antsy as I waited for my turn and when the woman I had been sitting next to left the room and came back, I could have sworn I saw tear streaks down her face as she rushed into the elevator.

"Brittany Pierce?"

My head shot back to the front of the room where the blonde was standing looking at me in question. I stood up on shaky legs and gave her a hopefully convincing smile and followed her down to the room where many have had returned from looking worse than when they went in. I had no idea what was in store for me but I just took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway.

The room was big with a long cherry wood table that ran straight down the middle. There had to be about ten chairs total- four on each side then one on each end. Two of the chairs were already taken down at the end. One by a man who looked to be maybe a year or two older than me with brown

mussed up hair, a tight red shirt and a black scarf around his neck. The other chair was taken at the head of the table. It was a woman with dark hair with wavy curls over her shoulders, a black tight button up shirt and I could just see a hint of a bare knee from the edge of the table. She had her arms crossed over her chest in an aggravated manner and…when I looked up at her face, her dark chocolate eyes were penetrating mine to the point where I felt like I was shrinking in her presence.

"Take a seat Miss Pierce." The blonde woman pointed to the chair at the other end of the table. I quickly took my seat and tried not to appear as nervous as I felt.

The blonde moved down to the other end and took the seat off to the left of the woman opposite me and opened up a file folder and handed out papers to the other two.

"I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm the head of our Human Resources Department and this is Kurt Hummel, our Fashion Consultant. And this is-"

"Your resume doesn't say anything about any previous work in the fashion industry." The dark haired woman interrupted. Her voice had a no fooling around quality to it and I felt my hands start to shake in nervousness.

"That's correct." I answered.

"You do realize this is a fashion based job right? Meaning people who work here are going to need to have some knowledge in this field?" The woman's eyes and confident smirk were burning into me.

"Yes I do."

"Then tell me why you think I should hire you for the job when you clearly have no experience, no known knowledge of this field and why I just told the twenty people before you who did have experience to get out of here?" The nameless woman asked as she leaned back in her chair, her arms crossing over her chest again. The other two people looked at me with the same question in their eyes but not in the hard way the other woman was.

"You're right. I don't know the fashion world as well as those other people. I can't tell fabric apart unless I look at the tag that tells me specifically what it is. I can't tell you the difference between last season's fashion and this season's. But what I can tell you is I know how to get that stuff sold better, how to save and spend money more wisely, and… I can tell you that even though this company is obviously doing really well right now, all it takes is one tiny financial mistake to throw it all away." Quinn and Kurt both looked at me almost a little panicky like I had said the absolute wrong thing but the nameless woman never batted an eyelash.

"I don't know what it is you're looking for for this job and I don't know why you turned down twenty possible, better than me, candidates. I believe in being honest and everything I told you was the truth. So maybe I'm no better than the others but I at least gave it a shot. I'm sorry if I wasted any of your time today. I can show myself out. Thank you." I gave them all a brief smile and got up out of my chair and was out the door without a single word from anyone.

I walked to the waiting area and the whole way there had an argument with myself.

"Did I do the right thing or did I just completely screwed myself over?"

I pushed the button for the elevator and waited. I could hear Quinn's heels coming back down the hallway to get the next person I presumed but I kept my back to the room.

"Miss Pierce?"

I turn at the sound of my name in confusion. It was Quinn, like I had predicted.

"You start tomorrow morning at nine sharp. Come back up to this floor and we'll get you set up. Congratulations." And with that, Quinn turned back around and left the way she came.

I heard the elevator door open behind me and I just stood there, confused and flabbergasted at what had just happened. It wasn't until I heard someone ask if I was getting on or not that I finally moved and the whole way down I stood in shock. Replaying again what had been said. What I had said. My thoughts running the inadequate math over and over again, wondering what could have happened… exactly how I had somehow managed to pull this off. Before I knew it, I was hitting ground floor. Still left with no clue.

The next morning I was back bright and early with Sugar and bidding her goodbye in the elevator when she got off on the thirtieth floor. I had no idea what was in store for today. Hell I didn't even know what my official title was yet. For all I knew, I could've been hired as the new floor janitor. I spent the whole night thinking about what my first day was going to be like and what I'd be doing. I was going into this job blind and I didn't know how to take that.

The elevator stopped and I stepped out into the familiar waiting room from yesterday and found the same receptionist typing away at her computer. I told her my name again, even though I'm sure she knew already from the official badge I was wearing that I had to pick up in the main lobby. She told me to follow the hallway all the way to the end and take the elevator up to the sixtieth floor. I was also notified that my badge needed to be swiped in order to use that elevator as it was private. I thanked her and made my way down the hall to the instructed elevator. I looked around me to see if anyone else was possibly going up too but there was no one outside of their offices. I stretched my badge and swiped it into the card reader next to the door and it opened instantly.

I walked into the empty cart and pushed the button labeled "60". I couldn't help but notice there were no other floors after that, meaning I was going to the top floor. The ride up was quick and when the doors opened I was greeted by absolute silence. There wasn't a soul that I could see. The room wasn't very big. As soon as I stepped off the elevator, to my left was an empty receptionist desk, across from that was a black couch and coat hanger and then straight ahead was a set of black double doors. The wall behind the couch was one big window overlooking the beautiful city below. I didn't mind heights but even I had to admit this was high. I walked towards the double doors and tried to listen for voices

but heard nothing. I had no clue who was possibly behind these doors and I didn't know what to expect but I quickly smoothed out my shirt and skirt for invisible wrinkles and I knocked.

The door opened a few seconds after and luckily it was Quinn who answered.

"Good morning Brittany. I see you found your way just fine. Sorry for not being able to meet you downstairs, I just had a few things I needed to bring up here first. But since you're here let me give you the grand tour." I followed her out to the receptionist area and she pointed at the vacant desk.

"This is where you'll be working. Don't worry, your computer and other supplies are on their way up. Since we just recently moved into the building everything is still kind of in the set up process."

"Miss Fabray?" I asked.

"Quinn, please. I'm too young to be Miss Fabray yet." She said with a smile, calming my nerves.

"Quinn. I probably should've asked this yesterday but I'm still kind of in shock. But what exactly is my job? The interview was very vague on that."

Quinn smirked at me and leaned against the desk.

"Brittany, you've been chosen to be the personal assistant to Santana Lopez."

The name jumped in front of my memory. When I did some research on the company, I read that she was the founder and owner of Snix Love. My eyes widened in even more shock.

"But how? Why? How does she know I'm the right person for the job if she's never met me or anything? She's just going to go by what the three of you decided yesterday? Does she even know that

I walked out of the interview?"

"Honestly, I think that was what did it for her. She saw something in you that she liked I guess and just said 'she's the one' and that was it." Quinn explained but I was still confused.

"How did she see something in me then?" I lean forward looking to the side as my voice lowers, "Was there a camera in the room or something?"

Quinn laughed.

"More like she had a front row seat as she was the one at the head of the table."

I felt my blood run cold.

"That…was….Santana Lopez?"

"In the flesh. I forgot she didn't give me a chance to introduce her yesterday. But yeah, she saw something about you and well, here you are."

I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs as I remembered what I had said to her yesterday. I talked like that to the boss of the company! I almost felt dizzy I was so embarrassed.

"But as I was saying before, your job will be to assist Santana. Answering phones, making appointments, controlling her schedule and also helping her in the finance department. She hasn't had an assistant before but since the company is really taking off right now she needs help. Not that she'd ever admit that but she does. She nearly runs herself ragged here and she finally listened to me about hiring someone."

I nodded along to everything Quinn said. She explained exactly what I'd be doing and had me sign some forms to make me an official employee. We were going over my contract which also included my pay amount, which was way more than I'd ever imagine, when the bell for the elevator went off. We both turned to look just as the door was opening and out stepped Santana Lopez herself.

She was wearing a skin tight black dress with a very low cleavage cut, bright red heels that matched her lipstick and had big, dark sunglasses covering her eyes.

"Santana, you remember Brittany Pierce?" Quinn reintroduced us even though I'm sure that wasn't necessary.

Miss Lopez removed her glasses and gave me a piercing look. Her eyes ran over my body and back up to my eyes before moving toward her office.

"Is her equipment coming or is she supposed to carve everything into the desk with a switchblade?" Miss Lopez asked sarcastically. She dropped her briefcase on her desk and moved to browse the stack of notes near her phone.

"I already called and the IT department said they were hauling it." Quinn answered in a calm voice.

"Good. When they set it up, show her what to do. I'm gonna be on a phone conference for most of the morning." Miss Lopez never looked up once from the papers in her hands.

"I have already asked another assistant from a different department to come up and show her since I have my own meetings to attend. I left the other girl a note on what to help her with." Quinn said holding up said note.

"Fine. Just call up and let her know. If anymore calls come my way see that she can write them down." Miss Lopez said before closing her office door, ending the conversation.

Quinn and I just stood there for a second before she let out a deep breath.

"Sorry about her. She's usually crabby first thing in the morning. You'll get used to it. And she's still a little annoyed with the fact that my receptionist was responsible for not only my calls but for Santana's as well. She's the one that's coming up to help you. Just take notes from her and you'll be fine." Just as Quinn turned to leave, the elevator dinged again and out came a couple of guys carrying a bunch of

computer equipment and a woman with a folder tucked against her chest.

"Quinn, here are the calls from this morning so far. I left the phone on voice mail until I get back so you shouldn't be interrupted in your meeting." The girl said handing Quinn a post it note.

"Thank you. Rachel I'd like you to meet Brittany Pierce. She's Santana's new assistant. Brittany, this is my assistant Rachel Berry. She's going to be the one showing you the ropes. Rachel, if you could possibly be back by noon that way we can go over the notes from the meeting that'd be great. Good luck Brittany." Quinn gave me one last smile then left.

"You have no idea how happy I am they hired you. Being Quinn's assistant is one thing, but having to be a temporary one for Santana has been a nightmare. Hopefully she's not as bad to you as she is to me." Rachel said sounding relieved and eyeballing the closed doors of Santana's office.

Just hearing her say that had my nerves back up and running.

The whole morning was spent with Rachel showing me how to do everything. It was basically the same job as when I was in college, just with a much bigger company and a lot more responsibility. I caught on pretty quick and by the time Rachel left I was already putting together Miss Lopez's schedule for the coming week.

Around one o'clock, the door to the boss' office opened and I turned away from my computer.

"Is everything set up?" Miss Lopez asked looking down at my desk.

"Yes. Phone and computer are working fine." I answer professionally.

"Good. You can head out to lunch. There's a café on the first floor if you want. Just be back in an hour."

"Yes Miss Lopez." I say standing up to leave. I see Miss Lopez pause before going back into her office.

"Santana is fine." She says before closing her door again.

It was that way for the first couple weeks. I got into the flow of things pretty fast. I showed up every morning at nine and started the coffee machine Santana had installed outside in the waiting area. Then I would go through the voicemails and emails and write them all down and attach them to the mail that had been waiting for me at the other receptionist area on the fortieth floor. Santana showed up at nine-fifteen on the dot and I would follow her in and tell her about the calls she needed to return before going back to my desk and going over paperwork. Then by five o'clock I was saying goodnight and leaving for the day.

The job wasn't too hard. It had its moments but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I liked how everything moved here, the pace was nice and everything was neat and organized. I would sometimes have lunch with Sugar and Rachel and they'd ask me how horrible it was to work for Santana directly. I really didn't see a problem with her. She mostly kept to herself, our conversations were short and to the point and we got our work done. I almost didn't believe it when Rachel would tell me her horror stories about Santana. Like how she'd call her names, or make fun of her or how she was known to terrorize people for the littlest things. I never witnessed that type of behavior myself.

Until about a month later that is….

Santana had come out of her office and told me to call up the head of the marketing department and tell them to come up to her office immediately. Not five minutes after my call did a small group of people page my desk asking to send down the elevator.

That was a pretty cool thing about working up here. Only a small handful of people had access to the private elevator. Everyone else had to push a button and ask me permission to use it which I controlled from my desk. The reason being Santana didn't like people bothering her and this helped keep unwanted people out of her way.

I sent the elevator down to retrieve the group and a minute later they were all shuffling in with grave looks on their faces. I told them to wait a moment before I knocked on Santana's door.

"Come in."

I opened the door and saw her sitting behind her desk writing something down.

"The marketing department is here." I announced.

"Send them in." Santana said not looking up from what she was doing.

I ushered everyone in and went to leave when Santana's voice stopped me.

"Brittany I want you here as well."

I had never been asked to stay during one of her meetings so I was a little confused at first but nodded and closed the door. I took the seat in the back and watched everyone else stand uncomfortably in front of Santana's desk.

"You know why I asked you all here?" Santana started.

No one answered.

"No one? Funny. I thought at least one of you would understand why I wanted you here. But it's fine, I can play along." Santana picked up a stack of magazines from the set of shelves behind her and turned back around to face everyone. She dropped them on her desk with a loud thud, making everyone jump, even me.

"I picked these up this morning on my way to work. All the hottest fashion magazines in the world. And as I browsed through them, I noticed they all had one thing in common. You know what that was?" She asked in a calming voice that didn't sound good.

Again no one answered.

"Let me tell you." Santana said quietly. She then shoved the stack of magazines off her desk and straight at the group of people who all jumped back in surprise. "NOT ONE DAMN THING ABOUT OUR COMPANY! THAT'S WHAT!"

Santana shot up out of her chair and leaned forward with her hands planted flat on her desk.

"The marketing department is responsible for getting our products out into the world so people can buy them. And when the marketing department doesn't advertise our merchandise, what happens?"

Everyone kept their mouths closed as they stood in fear.

"Brittany."

I sat up straighter when she called my name.

"You know a lot about finance. You tell us. What happens when a company doesn't advertise its merchandise?"

I saw everyone turn to look at me with pleading eyes.

"You don't sell the merchandise, which doesn't bring any money into the company." I answered.

"You are absolutely right! No advertising, no money! But guess what? That's okay, because if we don't get any money in, that means I don't have to pay people. Like the people responsible for that. LIKE THE MARKETING DEPARTMENT!"

I had never seen this kind of rage come from Santana. I was starting to see what people were talking about.

"Now I want all of you to pull your heads out of your asses, go back down to your offices and figure out a way to rectify this before the end of the day or so help me God you are all fired." She had paused there, her voice turning to ice, a match only to her chilling gaze, "Is that in anyway unclear?"

Everyone shook their heads frantically before almost sprinting out of the office and back into the elevator.

Santana watched them all leave before moving over to the window that acted as a wall in her office and looked out with her arms crossed over her chest. I was unsure as to what to do at the moment but I finally got up too and moved to pick up the magazines that were scattered all over the floor.

"Leave them."

I looked up at Santana and found she never moved, her back still facing me.

"It's fine. I already got them." I told her before placing the stack back onto her desk. "Is there anything else you need right now?"

Santana just shook her head so I took that as my cue to leave.

"I figured it was about time for you to see the me everyone rumors about." Santana said stopping me in my tracks at the door. "The she-devil bitch rears her ugly head, right? I bet you'll be hearing about this later today at lunch."

I looked at Santana and took in her words.

"I don't see you like that. You have every right to be angry. You have the most to lose out of everyone here." I tell her before leaving and pulling the door closed behind me.

That day after leaving work, I texted Sugar to see if she needed me to stop at the store for her since I was already heading in that direction. She listed off a couple of things and I told her okay and I scribbled them down before going into the grocery store near our apartment building.

I browsed the aisle looking for the things I needed and wasn't paying attention when I bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." I look up from picking up the item the person dropped and am met with warm brown eyes and a curious smile.

"No harm done. Although I can't say the same for those cookies." The man said gesturing to the box in my hand.

"Yeah, these will definitely go in the back." I tell him hiding the box on the shelf.

"You know, technically I could make you buy them. We have a 'you break it, you buy it' policy here."

He says and my eyes glance over the name tag on his chest that reads 'Brian W. Store Manager'.

I blush at being caught and go to take the box down again. His hand catches mine before I can.

"I'll let it go this time. Seeing as how you're a frequent customer, I got to go a little easier on you." He says with a charming smile.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." I tell him and go to move back down the aisle.

"Would it be wrong of me to ask your name?" Brian asks before I turn the corner.

"Brittany." I give him a quick smile and continue shopping.

I managed to run into Brian a few times the following week. I would have to pick up some things and he'd be there with his charming smile and warm eyes. He had asked me out for drinks twice now and I've turned him down politely both times. I did find him to be very nice and very cute but I really just wanted to focus on my job right now. Sugar, of course, gave her two cents about how crazy I was but I just laughed it off. The worst was when my mother would call to catch up and ask me how my dating life was going. I'd admit it's been pretty nonexistent for a while but that was my decision. I have all the time in the world to find someone.

The next couple of weeks at work were pretty hectic. Snix Love was hosting a fashion show soon and preparation was underway. Santana was in meeting after meeting making sure everything would run smoothly. As the event drew closer, the more hours Santana seemed to work. I would stay a little later but still leave at a decent time. I had no idea when Santana would leave but I knew it was really late by the look of her. Her eyes took on the lack of sleep look and her overall body language screamed tense.

The Friday before the show, I was packing up my stuff to leave when I figured I'd see if Santana needed any help.

I walked into her office and found it a mess of papers. Santana was sitting in her chair with a pair of black framed glasses perched on her nose as she wrote down something on a piece of paper.

"I'm done for the day unless you'd like me to stay." I say trying to get her attention.

"Is the seating arrangements done?" She asked, continuing to scribble away.

"Yes and I already called ahead and made sure everything is running fine. It's all good."

Santana looks up at me and nods.

"Good. You can head home. I'll see you tomorrow during the prep."

I nod and start to back out of the room.

"Goodnight Santana."

I don't expect a reply since I never get one but tonight I'm surprised.

"Goodnight Brittany."

I smile the whole way out of the building.

All day Saturday we overlooked the preparations for the fashion show on Sunday. I thought it was odd

to have a fashion show on Sunday considering the after party was scheduled for almost ten in the evening and everyone had to be back at work early Monday morning. According to Rachel, Santana scheduled it that way because the reporters that showed up would still have the show fresh in their minds the next morning and could give a better review. That and the fact that she wanted to see who would dare call off on Monday because of a hangover and she would fire them.

More of Santana's angrier side showed as we walked around the convention center where the show would take place. It was built below a hotel so the after party could be in one of the ballrooms as well. Santana was nit-picking over every little thing. She had me running behind her making notes of exactly what she wanted. Before noon, I had a full five pages of tasks that seemed impossible to get done. This was my first time ever doing something like this but I was determined to get it done right. After giving a bunch of people different tasks to complete, I made some calls to confirm that everything from clothing, to food, to chairs would arrive on time.

I left the hotel around eight o'clock exhausted and just wanted to take a shower and crawl into bed.

The next day would be even longer and even more hectic. I seriously couldn't wait for Monday to arrive so all of this would be over.

The show had been a huge success. I don't remember a lot of it because I was too busy running around backstage helping Santana and Kurt get everything together. From what I saw, the outfits were gorgeous and way out of my price range but I could definitely tell Santana knew what she was doing.

When the last model left the runway, Santana walked out to a roar of applause and bowed her head gently in gratitude. Everything had gone perfect and I felt a sense of pride at having a hand in that success.

After the show let out, I quickly ran to one of the changing areas to change into my dress for the evening. Kurt had provided me with a long, off the shoulders champagne gown. It was beautiful and hugged my curves just perfectly. I retouched my hair and makeup then made my way to the after party.

The room was packed with people. From employees of Snix Love to fashion magazine reporters to models and to celebrities. Everywhere I turned there were camera flashes and people talking a mile a minute about Santana's success. I looked around until I found Rachel and Sugar by the bar talking and made my way to them. I also looked for Santana but it was almost impossible in this crowd. When I finally made it to the girls, they both quickly rattled off how amazing the show was and how well I had done with everything. I modestly thanked them and we talked about the different people that had shown up for this.

The bartender made a few stops our way to refresh our drinks, mine being just Coke because I never drink, and we saw the crowd dwindling down some as the night progressed. I was beyond tired and the only thing really keeping me going was the caffeine in my drink. I figured I'd give it a few more minutes before I'd ask Sugar if she was ready to call it a night. She and Rachel said they had to use the bathroom so I offered to stay at the bar to save the seats and told them to hurry back. My glass was

just about empty and I was getting ready to wave down the bartender again when a voice over my shoulder stopped me.

"Kurt certainly has the eye for fashion. He did well with the dress choice."

I looked to my left and found Santana leaning against the bar swirling a glass with an amber liquid and ice. She too had changed for the party. She was wearing a black dress that covered her arms but left her cleavage wide open and most of her stomach. The dress ran to the floor and a very high slit ran up the outside of her right leg. Her hair was perfectly curled and dark over her shoulders. The only difference was the bright red lipstick that made her lips really pop out.

"I'm sorry?" I asked her.

"Your dress. It's one of my designs. Looks good on you." Santana said, her eyes drawing the bartender our way as he reaches for her glass.

"The same?" He asks politely.

"Yes. And hers as well." Santana turns to me and it's very hard to read her because her face is completely void of emotion. Her eyes though are what cause me to look at my hands clasped on the bar. They are hard and I can feel them penetrating my skin. I've never felt a stare like hers.

The bartender brings our refilled drinks back over and meanders back down to wait on other thirsty guests as Santana and I sit in silence.

"I wouldn't have pegged you as a rum and coke person."

I turn to Santana and see her drink is practically gone again before replying.

"I'm not. I don't drink."

Santana quirks an eyebrow and takes a swig of her own glass before slamming it on the counter, making me and a few other people nearby jump in surprise.

"More for us then."

Without another word, Santana walks away and lets the crowd swallow her.

I stare at the space Santana vacated until Sugar's dress comes into view. I talk a few more minutes with both her and Rachel, leaving out the encounter with our boss, before I call it a night. I tell Sugar I'll see her later at home and goodnight to Rachel, grab my things from earlier and make my way to the exit.

I didn't realize how warm it had been inside the ballroom until I stepped outside and welcomed the cool breeze on my heated skin. New York City at night is an amazing sight to see. It still takes my breath away every time I see it. I walk over to the taxi stand and ask the attendant to flag one down for me please and he quickly tries to get someone's attention. As I wait, I scroll through my phone messages to

see if anything important requires my attention when the distinct smell of cigar smoke wafts by me. I go to turn to look behind me but I'm stopped at the sound of my name.

"Brittany?"

Looking down the sidewalk, I find Brian walking towards me with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I ask curiously. It's pretty late out for a walk.

"I just left work and I like to walk sometimes. I don't live too far from here. What about you?" He asks as his eyes take in my outfit.

"I had a work function tonight. I'm just leaving." I tell him just as a taxi pulls up in front of me, the attendant opening the door for me.

"Well don't let me keep you. It was nice running into you though. Maybe next time we can get that cup of coffee?" He asks hopefully.

"Sure. Next time." I agree. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I climb into the backseat of the taxi, thank the attendant for his help and close the door with directions to my apartment for the driver. I see Brian walking away and before the driver can pull back into traffic, my eyes are drawn to the dark figure leaning up against the hotel where I had just been standing not two seconds ago. Santana's eyes are fixed on me as a plume of smoke billows from the cigar in between her lips.

Had she been there the whole time?

As the driver crawls back onto the road, the image of Santana watching me follows along well into the night.

The next morning was a nightmare for everyone. Not only was half the staff nursing hangovers from the party last night, but Santana seemed to be on a rampage. I was surprised to see she had beaten me to the office as I'm always there first. I didn't even get a chance to check the voicemails before she was yelling for me to call every department head and get them into the conference room in 10 minutes. I agreed quickly and jumped on the phone to round everyone up and get them ready. I also checked all the messages and wrote them down for Santana to deal with later. I was a little anxious to walk into her office. It felt like I was walking into a lion's den and I was expecting the worst.

Santana didn't even look up when I knocked on the open door. She was busy reading something on her computer and her face was like stone. She looked pissed.

"I have your messages for you."

I placed them on her desk and turned to leave as quickly as I could.

I got to my desk and breathed a sigh of relief for making it out alive. I got to work on my usual tasks and about 10 minutes later Santana came storming out of her office and headed straight for the elevator.

"Get a notepad and pen and follow me." Santana said in a hard voice still facing the elevator door. I pick up the notepad I was just writing in and jog to join up with her just as the door opened and we both walk in.

This has to be the most awkward elevator ride in my life.

Before the door is completely open, Santana is pushing out of it and striding to the conference room at the end of the hall. I pick up my pace to try and keep up. I feel like we're on a warpath and a lot of blood is about to be spilt.

Everyone present in the room jumps a good foot in the air as the doors slam open against the walls as Santana and I walk in. The fear and tension in the room is almost thick and hazy in the air. Everyone already knowing this meeting is going to be brutal.

Santana takes the seat at the head of the table. I sit in the chair against the wall and I'm not sure what exactly she wants me to do here. There's a laptop already in front of Santana and as she logs on to it she never says a single word. The only sound in the room is the clacking of the keys as she types something in. I look around at everyone and notice a couple empty chairs still. That really can't be good. Everyone present though is shaking slightly in nervousness, me included.

The doors open suddenly and the two missing people come in. I'm surprised it's Kurt and Quinn but Santana pays them no mind as they take their seats.

"As you all know," Santana begins. "Yesterday was a very important day for all of us here. Our biggest fashion show of the year. We drew in a record breaking crowd and our sales have been thriving all morning."

Everyone seems to have a pleased look on their faces at the news. That is except for Kurt, Quinn, and Santana.

"Last night at the after party, there were many reporters covering the show and the company and many people were interviewed. In fact, many of those people are sitting right here in this room." Santana's tone came off sarcastically. " Like Frank."

Everyone looked over at the guy down the table who looked to be sweating bullets at the moment. This wasn't good.

"Frank was interviewed about the recent move to a new building and the company's growth and his

reply was very fascinating." Santana's eyes have yet to leave the screen since she jumped on the computer. "Frank's answer to these questions were- 'Snix Love's recent success is due to the fact that today's youth don't believe in modesty anymore. Fashion today is about pushing limits on what people deem inappropriate and Snix Love Fashion is just that. It's not hard to take some scraps of fabric and throw them together and call it an outfit. We just got lucky we got to the market first.' So in simplest terms Frank, you deem this company whorish." Santana's eyes slowly moved up and lasered in on the squeamish Frank.

"That's n-not what I-I mea-" Frank tried to say but was interrupted.

"You know, since I started this company, I thought I was creating beautiful pieces of art that made women feel empowered. Turns out I'm just a step down from the bargain bin at Victoria's Secret." Santana laughed sarcastically.

"I didn't mean that! That reporter knew I had a couple drinks and played with my words!" Frank tried desperately to defend himself but he was digging himself into a deeper and deeper grave.

"Brittany, please make a note that I will be looking for a replacement for the head of the marketing department after this meeting." Santana said catching my attention. I quickly scribble down her note, feeling horrible about it. I look up at Frank's shocked face and see Santana not even fazed by it.

"You're firing me?!" Frank screams.

"You're damn right I am!" Santana's voice booms through the room. "How do you think it looks when the head of the marketing department downgrades the product he's supposed to be selling?! I've been getting emails all morning from people asking if I stand by your words and if I see women today as nothing but whores! Add on the fact that you've been making one mistake after another in this department. Consider this the final nail in your coffin. You're done here. Get your shit and get out." Santana's words were hard and cold. The way she said them, so quietly yet so loud at the same time, had everyone clutching at their arm rests.

Frank stormed from the room, probably to clean out his office, and everyone waited with baited breath for what could possible happen next.

"Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about last night's success and how we're going to keep it going." Santana said somewhat pleasantly. Or at least pleasant for her.

After that very interesting meeting, the day wasn't too bad. Santana mostly stayed in her office and I was given the task of looking for a new marketing department head. It's amazing how many applications come in on a daily basis. I was told to make a list of possible replacements and to email them to Quinn who would do all the hiring.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted from trying to avoid Santana. Seeing her wrath again today had kinda put me on edge and I didn't want to risk seeing it coming at me. When five o'clock hit, I was up and grabbing my bag and getting ready to leave. I wasn't sure if I should tell Santana I was leaving but I figured it was probably better if I did. So I took a deep breath and walked over to the open door.

Santana was writing something down on a stack of papers, her attention completely focused on the task.

"I'm leaving for the day, Santana. Is there anything else you'd like before I do?" I ask, holding my breath at her answer.

"No. You can go." Santana replied never stopping her writing or looking up.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then. Have a good night." I don't get a reply back so I quickly turn around and leave the office before she changes her mind.

On my way home, I stop by the store to grab a few things I need when I run into Brian again. He smiles in my direction and I return the smile.

"Fancy seeing you here." I say in a joking manner.

"Sometimes I feel like I live here to be honest." Brian says with a shrug. "Hey, if you're not busy, would you like to get that coffee now? I'm due for a break and could really use a cup."

Even though I really would love to just go home and relax, I can't help but want to get that coffee too.

"Sure. I'd like that."

Brian and I spent some time talking about each other, getting to know one another. He was a year older than me, grew up in a small town in Connecticut and moved to New York a few years ago, became the store manager about two years ago, and likes to spend his days off walking around the city.

I told him about my life and what I did now for a living, my family, and my hobbies. It was a really nice coffee date. But to be completely honest with myself, I didn't feel like we had much between us. Brian was clinging to my every word with fascination where I was polite and smiled at the appropriate times.

There just wasn't that spark between us...but in my head I could hear my mother chastising me and saying I should at least give him a shot. What's the worse that could happen?

Brian asked me out on a proper date after we left the coffee shop. I told him I would go and we agreed Friday night would be perfect. We exchanged numbers and he shared how he couldn't wait until then.

On my walk home, I noticed a part of me was excited for the date. But that piece was very small.. too small. and the thought of that small piece made me feel bad. I just hoped after the date things would hopefully get better.

Santana's mood seemed to stay the same all week. She was snapping at everyone, threatening to fire people, stomping around in a fit of rage to the point where even Kurt and Quinn were avoiding her. No one knew what her problem was but everyone seemed used to her behavior by now.

Unfortunately for me, since I was the only person in her vicinity during most of the day, I seemed to get the brunt of her mood.

'Brittany go get me this. Brittany answer the phone. Brittany my coffee cup is empty. Where's my lunch?'

It was all day, everyday. To say that by Friday my nerves were shot was as a big of an understatement as Snix Love was high. I couldn't wait to leave everyday so I could get away from her. There were even brief moments when I regretted ever taking this job.

Ten minutes before my day was to end, Santana called me into her office and I nearly cringed. I moved quickly so she wouldn't yell about me moving too slow and found her standing by the window, her back to me.

"Yes?" I ask nervously.

Without turning around, Santana spoke.

"I need you to work late tonight. We have to go see a potential client's work."

"But I-"

"But what?" Santana interrupted me finally turning around. "You have something better to do? A book that needs finished or a show you can't miss? Well too bad. I'm paying you to do your job and this is your job. So unless you want to end up like Frank this week and looking for another job I suggest you go call for the car to meet us out front and get your stuff ready to go."

I could feel the fire burning in my stomach at her words. I so badly wanted to lash out at her in retaliation but I would never do that. I just grit my teeth and moved back to my desk to do as she demanded and called the car. I quickly slipped out my cell phone to text Brian that I would have to cancel for tonight due to a work thing that I couldn't get out of. Before he could reply, Santana was strutting toward the elevator, making me hurry to catch up with her.

This was not how I planned to spend my night.

The ride to the studio was spent in complete silence. Santana mostly worked on her phone as I watched the city pass us by outside. New York at night was truly the most magnificent sight to see. You could barely tell it was night with all the lights flashing everywhere.

I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at it to see a message from Brian.

'Maybe if you get out early we could still meet up?'

I read it and locked my phone without replying. I didn't want to get his hopes up and say yes because I had no idea how long this was going to go.

Soon the car was coming to a stop outside of a building that looked like it was full of lofts. The massive windows surrounding the building and the lights showing the shadows of people moving quickly gave off the illusion that they knew Santana had arrived. The driver got out and opened Santana's door, offering his hand. Santana ignored it and got out, adjusting her outfit as if it could be out of place. The driver then offered his hand to me and I took him up on it, giving him a grateful smile and a thank you in return.

Hearing the door close, Santana started ahead into the building and walked straight to the elevator. I walked in with her and pressed the floor number she had mumbled to me in the car. As we ascended up the numerous floors, Santana kept her eyes on the mirror like door in front of us as I looked at my phone again.

"Expecting a call from someone?"

Santana's voice made me jump a little since I wasn't expecting it.

"No. Just checking the time." I replied.

"Yeah, because you had plans, right? I'm sure." Santana sneered in a condescending tone, almost like it was an absurd idea. I bit down on my lip to keep my mouth shut. Luckily the elevator stopped and opened to a room full of people overly smiling in Santana's direction.

"Miss Lopez, it's an honor to have you here!" A man ran up to her and shook her hand. Santana smiled at him and nodded.

"Thank you for having me. I'm told your work is something I should see so please…." Santana gestured for him to carry on and immediately everyone got to work with the presentation.

Santana and I were led to a couch and offered a drink, which we both declined, and the man from before came out behind a curtain.

"Miss Lopez, I present to you, this year's hottest fashion!"

"Set up a meeting for him to meet with Kurt and Quinn next week to finalize a contract. I want his merchandise on display as soon as possible." Santana said as we left the building. I typed a reminder into my phone so I'd have it first thing Monday morning.

That presentation had taken longer than I expected and now it was well past dinner time and I wasn't very happy. My phone had gone off at least three times in there and now just checking the calls I found they were all from Brian seeing if I had gotten out of work yet. I climbed into the car next to Santana

and sent a quick text saying I had just left and I would have to reschedule because I was exhausted.

Twelve hour work days were something I wasn't expecting.

On the ride back, Santana told the driver to take her home first 'then Brittany'. For some reason, that really pissed me off. Why was she allowed to go home first? I had absolutely no reason for attending that mini fashion show tonight and yet I was forced to go, my plans were canceled, I was starving since

I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and now I had to wait for Santana to go home first?

We pulled up to another building that I recognized as Santana's apartment building. She made me memorize it in case of emergencies and I had to come get her. Without a single word, as soon as her door opened she stepped out and went into her building. That was it.

I literally sat there fuming. This whole week I felt like a volcano was about to burst in my stomach. All the anger and frustration just boiling in me. I'm not one to voice my frustrations but for some reason, that was the last straw.

Blinking out of my blind rage, I saw the driver already driving towards my apartment and I couldn't have that.

"Turn around and go back to Santana's."

The driver looked at me in the mirror questioningly. I don't know if it was the severely pissed off look I gave him or what but he quickly made the next turn and looped back to the apartment we just left.

I didn't even wait for him to open the door when we pulled up. I told him not to wait for me and flew out of the car and into the nearest elevator, my finger jamming the penthouse button repeatedly until the door finally shut.

The whole way up I kept thinking about the entire week of hell I just had and I let it fuel my rage even more. By the time I got to Santana's floor I was ready for a fight. My fist slammed against her door three times and I waited for her to answer the damn thing. It didn't take long as the door flew up and a semi confused and pissed off Santana stood before me.

"What is your problem?!" I yell and push my way into the apartment.

Santana closes the door behind me and leans against it with her arms crossed and an amused smirk on her face.

"To what do I owe this interesting visit, Miss Pierce?"

"I'll tell you why. All week you have been on my case about every little thing. Let me remind you that I am not your slave. You hired me to do a specific job and that job was not as your maid. And I am also not your personal punching bag. I deserve a little bit of respect instead of being degraded everyday. I have a life. It might not be as grand as yours but I have one. And I'd appreciate it if you would acknowledge that. Don't just assume I don't have plans. Because tonight I did. I actually had a date

with a really great guy but because of you I had to cancel on him. So unless you'd like to find a new assistant Monday morning, stop treating me like garbage." I stormed my way back to the door but when I went to open it, a hand slammed it shut stopping me.

"That was quite the little speech there. I think it's the most I've ever heard you say since the day I interviewed you for the job." Santana commented. "In fact, I'm willing to bet that's the first time in a long time you've vented out your frustration. If the redness in your cheeks has anything to say about it."

I feel the blood run into my cheeks even more at the mention of it and turn away from Santana.

"How did it feel to release all that? Pretty good, huh? It's like you can't control yourself anymore and you give in to your true self and when you do, it's almost orgasmic."

My heart is pounding at her words. I have no idea where this conversation is coming from, but I know I want to get out of here before it goes any further.

"I knew exactly the type of person you were the second I met you Brittany. The meek, small town girl who would do anything to please her parents, always follows the rules, perfect manners, and everyone loves. I bet taking this job was a huge change for you. Working for a company that sells lingerie and makes people feel sexy... so out of the norm for you. But you like it."

I hear Santana move closer to me, and I try to move my legs towards the door but they seem frozen where they are. I can't help but listen to her more.

"You think I don't notice the way your breathing changes when you see a woman in a pair of lacy panties and bra. Or how your eyes linger on women in short skirts and their thighs are exposed. Or how you watch my legs as I cross them under my desk. The way your stare nearly rips my shirt off as I ask you to fetch me my coffee or lunch. I use them as excuses to get you to keep coming back into my office to see that same look over and over."

My breathing is picking up and I feel the tiniest of tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

"Maybe you don't even realize you're doing it. Maybe you do but you try to ignore that side of you.

The side you so badly want to push down and keep hidden from everyone. The side that is just begging to be let out. I bet you pictured yourself going out with that great guy that I saw after the fashion show last week. He seemed like the kind of guy you bring home to mom and dad. The kind that insists on taking you out to fancy restaurants and then walking you home to kiss your cheek goodnight. After a couple of dates, he gets braver and instead goes for your lips. Nothing special about the kiss except maybe it feels good after so long without them. Then comes the inevitable date where he takes you back to his place for a drink and you both know what comes with that. You talk a little, drink some wine, then somehow end up in his bedroom under the sheets with him panting on top of you and ready to blow within five minutes even though you are nowhere near that point yet. He finally does and says it was the best night of his life and even though you are literally laying there having felt nothing the entire time, you still smile and agree."

I feel the tears start to fall down my face, cooling my hot cheeks in their wake. My body is almost vibrating in I don't know what feeling. Hatred? Arousal? Anger? Lust?

"This goes on for a good year or two before he finally pops the question at a family gathering and you say yes. He makes you quit your job so he can be the sole provider and you can be the stay at home mom. You raise a couple of kids, you watch them grow as your marriage becomes more like a chore. Your sex life dwindles down to planned date nights and it's the same as every other time. That's how I see your life panning out. And something tells me that I'm not wrong about it either."

I feel Santana pacing slowly behind me, like a panther ready to pounce. Almost like she's taunting me. The slight vibration of her footfalls the only indication of her getting closer and closer to my frozen body.

"But somewhere in you, is the real you. The one who is adventurous and looking for something. The one who has no desire to date that guy and live the life of boring sex. And just from watching you now, I can see you haven't had that great of a sex life to begin with. But you want it. You want to be rough. You want to be controlled. You want to know what it feels like to put all your trust into one person and have them worship you. You want to be dominated."

I can't take it anymore.

I spin around and launch myself at Santana. I grab her by the unbuttoned flaps of her shirt and smash her lips with mine in a bruising kiss. She doesn't fight me off of her. Instead she grips my hips and pulls me even closer to her and forces her tongue into my mouth. The taste of her invading my mouth is making my knees weak, the feel of her tongue running over the roof of my mouth making me moan out loud. I'm pretty sure I taste the hint of blood from how hard we are kissing.

I can't get enough. My hands are completely out of my control as they rip open her shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. I run my hand down the middle of her open shirt, her exposed skin burning my palm as it reaches her tight stomach.

Next thing I know, I'm being pushed away and spun around. My legs slam into the back of the black leather couch and Santana's body pins me there from behind. Her hands yanking my shirt out of my skirt and pushing it up to expose my stomach. And then its like someone hits the slow motion button.

She drags her nails down slowly from beneath my bra to the waist of my skirt, making goosebumps break out all over me.

"I knew it. I knew you wanted this. It was only a matter of time." Santana whispered in my ear as she reached up and unbuttoned my shirt enough to expose my bra. Her hands unsnap the latch in the front and pull the loose cups away. I nearly scream at the feel of her massaging my breasts. It's almost to the point of pain but I love every second of it. She pulls and twists my nipples until they stand out from my breasts. Every time she swipes her thumb against them, I shiver and grind back into her. I've never had anyone make them feel like this before.

"You have very sensitive nipples." Santana scratched at one nipple with her nail and I had to rip my

hand away from the couch cushion to dig my nails into her ass, yanking her even closer to me if it was possible.

Santana moves her hands down my body until she reaches the bottom of my skirt and starts to pull it up exposing my panties. I hear her grunt in annoyance as she drops down behind me and basically shreds my panty hose. She forces my shoes off to get the rest of the material away from my skin. Her fingers dance their way back up my legs, starting with my calves, to the sensitive patch behind my knees, and up, then up the back of my thighs. All the while, she never quickens her pace. I want to scream in frustration but the quick swipe over my damp panties steals all breath from my body. It was so quick and so light but just enough to drive me crazy.

"If I ever catch you wearing those again, I'll bend you over my desk and beat your ass raw. Do you understand me?"

Hearing her words has the weirdest affect on me. I literally soak through my panties at the imagine of Santana spanking me over her desk.

"You like that don't you? I know you do since I can see you practically cumming already. Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you have it."

Before I can say anything, Santana's hand is forced down the front of my panties and into my dripping wet folds. My body flies forward at the amazing feeling and Santana is quick to wrap her hand around my chest to keep me standing up. Her hand is ruthless between my legs as she pinches at my swollen clit and forces my lips to spread for her invading fingers.

I can't catch my breath. I feel like I'm about to pass out from lack of oxygen.

Just when I think it can't get any better, Santana's finger drives straight up into me and curls.

I see nothing but fireworks for a solid minute.

She never stops either. Her palm smacks repeatedly against my clit as she drives her finger into me over and over again. I can't remember the last time I had sex that felt anywhere close to this incredible.

When she adds another two fingers unexpectedly, I groan out in slight pain.

"You can take it. Open your legs wider."

You try to do as she said but your legs are slightly restrained by your twisted panties.

"I-I can't…panties….stuck…" I gasp out as my body jolts with every one of her thrusts into me.

"Reach down and push them off." Santana orders. I grip the material around my legs and try to roll them down, all the while Santana never giving up. I manage to get them to my knees where I can maneuver them down and off finally, spreading my legs wider in the process and that's when Santana really let's loose.

I have to grip the top of the couch in a death grip as her hand slams back and forth against me. The sounds of her palm hitting the wetness that's pouring out of me should make me feel embarrassed but if anything it turns me on even more. I rut against her hand as I feel my orgasm approaching at warp speed. Santana can sense it too as she picks up speed to the point her hand is almost a blur when I look down.

"You wanna cum, Britt?" Santana's lips graze my ear. Her breath on my neck makes me aware of how sticky my skin is with sweat. "Don't you cum until I say so. You understand me?"

I nod furiously but I know I'm not gonna make it. I'm literally on the brink of cumming.

"You want to, don't you? You want to cum so hard it hurts." Santana runs her hand across my breasts, avoiding my nipples and making me pant.

"Please…please….." I beg her mercilessly.

It feels like an eternity before she says anything.

"Cum. Now."

With that, Santana latches onto one of my nipples and tugs it roughly, making me cum hard. I scream out as everything in me catches on fire. I feel myself flood Santana's hand as she keeps at it as I jerk and moan out complete nonsense. I've never felt like this before. I never want it to stop.

I feel myself slowly coming down from my orgasm, my breathing all over the place and I find myself being forced over the back of the couch even more until I'm completely bent over it. Santana's fingers leave, wetness coating the inside of my thighs as she drags her fingers across them. I try to sit back up but a hand in the middle of my back forces me back down.

"Stay still."

Santana's voice sounds gruff as I feel her behind me doing something. I can't see from this angle but before I can turn my head to look, I feel something warm and wet press against one of my ass cheeks. My body heats up all over again at the knowledge of what exactly I'm feeling. My body starts to bounce forward as Santana ruts into me from behind, her drenched folds smearing all over my skin and causing my own core to clench in wanting.

"Fuck yourself…..three fingers again…...now." Santana gasps behind me, her pace picking up at her own words.

Not even thinking about it, I bring one of my hands down to between my legs and rub at my clit furiously. After a few seconds of that, I feel Santana's hand grip mine and force it up into myself, making me yell out at the sensitivity. What I'm not expecting is the hard slap against my other ass cheek.

"Listen to me next time or you'll get one worse than that." Santana grunts slamming into me harder and

harder.

My skin tingles were she hit me and surprisingly I feel my core squeeze at my fingers at the memory of it.

"Do it again…" I plead under my breath.

"What?"

I bring my head up and fight the urge to keep my mouth shut.

"Hit me again."

Santana keeps driving against me for a few seconds, making me think she didn't hear me.

"Beg me. Tell me to spank your ass again."

'Fuck' I whisper to myself, balancing on the edge of cumming again. I feel so embarrassed asking for it but I can't help it. It felt too good to ignore.

"Please spank my ass again Santana!"

The words don't fully leave my mouth before I feel her palm connect with my skin again. My head turns to the side so I can bite down on the inside of my upper arm. My eyes are drawn to the reflection in the window that acts as the wall to the outside of the apartment. I see the position I'm in and how Santana stands behind me, her eyes glued to my every move as her hips mash up against me and her hand slaps the reddening skin again.

The sight is what does it for me.

I cum harder than the first time. I scream out over and over as tidal waves wash over me and I feel myself dripping onto the floor. Santana fucks herself against me so fast I have to brace myself against the couch with white knuckles. I hear her moaning pick up and her muttering 'fuckfuckfuck' as she starts to let go. I push back against her and next thing I know, the most exquisite pain shoots through my shoulder as Santana yanks my shirt away and sinks her teeth into my flesh. I feel a mild tremor ripple through me again and more wetness dribble out of me as Santana cums down the back of my leg.

We both stay still for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. My body is so sore but in the best way possible. I've never experienced anything like that before.

Santana's the first to move as she slowly peels herself away from me. My skin instantly turns cold from where she was pressed against me. It's that coldness that seems to wake me up.

What the hell was that? How did that happen? What do we do now? I just had sex with my boss!

I work myself up into a bit of a panic and try to keep from looking at Santana as I try to straighten out

my clothes. I quickly button up my shirt and pull my skirt back down to tuck my shirt in again. Behind me I hear a click from what sounds like a lighter and I turn to see Santana, her clothes still all mussed except her skirt has been pulled back down to cover herself and her shirt is still wide open, slowly rotating a cigar in her mouth as she lights the tip. She closes the lid of the zippo and throws it back on the table before facing me and letting a tendril of smoke leave her mouth.

"Would you like one?" She asks me gesturing towards the box.

"I don't smoke." I say stepping into my shoes. I discreetly look around for where I might've kicked off my panties but all I can find are my destroyed panty hose. Forgetting about them, I awkwardly clear my throat and start heading towards the door.

"I should go. My roommate will get worried if I'm not home soon." I make up an excuse to get out of this situation.

"I understand. Would you like me to call the car for you?" Santana asks as she moves toward the drink cart to pour herself a drink.

"No it's fine. I'll take a cab."

Santana turns to watch me with amused eyes and I blush. How can she be so cool and collected about all this?

"If you insist."

I nod and go to open the door to leave when her voice stops me again.

"I'll see Monday morning Brittany. Bright and early."

"O-okay." I answer lamely and scurry out the door.

When I walk into my apartment a little while later, I see Sugar left the lights on for me but she probably went to bed since it was pretty late. I moved to my room, take off my clothes and jump into the hottest shower I've ever taken.

The whole way home in the cab, I feared the driver could smell sex on me as the wetness on the inside of my thighs and the back of my leg dried uncomfortably. He never said anything but in my head I could hear him judging me.

The shower washed away all the evidence of what happened tonight except for what was in my mind and currently branded into my shoulder. When I was drying off, I hissed when my hand skimmed over the area and I found perfect teeth marks in a red circle glaring up at me in the mirror. I quickly threw my shirt on and covered it before falling into bed. My stomach protested at the lack of dinner but I couldn't stand to be awake one more minute. What was gonna happen now? How do I walk into work Monday and pretend nothing happened? How do I look at Santana the same way?

But more importantly…..

How do I make myself stop yearning for it to happen again?

A/N- So I do have part two halfway done. Depending on how many people would like to see more of this type of story depends on how long it will be. As of right now, it's just a two shot. But if you want more, let me know in the reviews. Thank you!