(Remember to peep the floorplans in these first three chapters ^^^)
A/N Hello! Thank you to those who have read this story so far and have voted on it, that means a lot to me :) This chapter is the only other one I have pre-written so every one after this will hopefully come within a week of each posting.
Two quick things about this chapter. In the middle-ish section there is a semi-sexual scene, but not full-on.. yet. There is also a warning for a semi-blasphemous scene near the end. I do give a warning before it happens if anybody is extremely religious and might get offended by that. Don't worry though, it won't be a part of the general story.
Remember to comment and let me know what you think! Comments mean a lot to me and they motivate me to keep writing :p
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Rachel POV
"So as you can see," Quinn started, "The very first thing that greets you up here is the balcony that overlooks the main area of the club. Come. I'll show you how cool it actually is to view a session from up here."
Quinn leads us over to the iron-cast railing to look on to the entertainment room.
"Woah, yeah this is pretty great," I admit while peering down at the stage. Not only does it give a perfect angle to view everything that would be going on in the room, but it also created a sense of voyeurism. Kind of like you were someone judging, not in a mean way, like in a competitive way.
"The thing I love the most about this area is the 360 view," Quinn said. "If you look across you'll notice a walkway that goes all around the room. This is both to ensure enough space for those who may want to watch, but also to create more of an exhibitionist feel for whoever may be on display"
"It's also just fun to hang out up here in your free time too," Santana said. "If the weather isn't good outside, you can pretend to do all your deep thinking over this railing instead. Quinn thinks it's dumb, but I think it's endearing." She joked.
I smiled at my friend's antics. I love how she can go from showing me a scary dungeon room to joking about pretending to be a dramatic damsel in distress from inside.
"Yeah, it helps my little princess here live out the fantasy world" she snickered. "But if you're done looking over into the wondrous space I provide, we can start the tour with the first room up here."
I agreed without a single doubt. I'm now very excited to see what Quinn and Santana have in store at the first main door waiting for us.
"Before we go in," Quinn stated, "there are three other bathrooms placed throughout this floor. They're all basically the same as what you saw on the first floor, the only difference is that we have two small bathrooms and one shared bathroom. That's so only one or two people can go in if they want a more private space instead of a public one."
"It's nice of you to do something like that," I commented.
"Well, I work in this business to please the people, so that I'm not making them feel uncomfortable, not in a way they don't want at least."
As we reached the end of the hall, Santana silently opened the door to the right and let us all walk into the room.
Once more, my hand was let go of so that the couple could hold hands instead. I know now just to follow silent cues.
As we walked into the room I couldn't help but wince a little at the fluorescent lights that hit my face. This was already different than the rest of the house seemed.
As soon as I got my footing I noticed how different it truly was.
"Wow."
It's like I just walked into an actual doctor's office. The walls were that very specific doctor teal color with random posters hung about, the tiles on the floor were white with a teal cross shape going through the middle, and the setup was very realistic to what an exam room would look like.
"Rachel Berry? The doctor will see you now." Quinn whispered in my ear causing her and Santana to laugh, and me to shiver from her voice.
"So this room looks like a doctor's office, and that's because it is." She started and her laughs died down. "This is our medical examination area, which is a very common type of role play that certain people enjoy. This can potentially be between a doctor and patient, doctor and nurse, any variation one could think of in the medical world." Quinn started explaining.
"I see that it looks super realistic. I'm nervous just standing here." I tried joking.
"Nervous because you don't like going to the doctors, or nervous because you have two hot girls next to you that can be your doctors for you and will give you a check-up?" Santana teased with her eyebrow raised.
I hate it when they do that because of how easily I turn red. I would have thought my blushing would have gotten old by now, but judging by the giggles I'm hearing, I think I'm wrong.
"The furniture we have in here is actually from real doctors' offices and medical suppliers. We have a normal medical examination table that you would find in a standard doctor's office, and also one with stirrups that you would find in a gynecologist's office." Santana said.
I couldn't imagine being put on display like that. It was bad enough when I had to do it at an actual doctor's office, and they're professionals. To be open like that for sexual stimulation is just a lot to think about.
"Here, come over to the table really quick," Quinn told me as she grabbed my hand leading me over to the table with Santana. It was placed diagonally in the left corner near the door. "So this may look like a simple, standard medical table that you can find anywhere, but ours is a little more unique."
Santana let go of Quinn's hand as she went over to fiddle with something on the sides of the table.
"Both of the little edges around the cushion actually come down and hold fun surprises. There's a chest strap, waist strap, and leg straps that one can use to hold someone down. At the top and bottom, there are wrist and ankle cuffs you can use if you want to be a little extra." Quinn explained.
I nodded and watched as Santana made her way around the table, slowly pulling out brown, probably fake, leather straps and placed them in their respective places.
"Notice that the cabinets across here are see-through, that's so that there's never any blundering, that can really break the mood if you don't know where all your tools are." She turned as Santana joined her once more. "We have water syringes, tongues depressors, Q-tips, gauze, bandages, stethoscope, blood pressure cuffs, reflex hammers, vaginal and anal disposable speculums, and mouth, ear, and anal thermometers, all with proper disposal covers and sterilizations except for anal thermometers, those get thrown out," Quinn explained.
"Wait. What are water syringes?" I asked while my eyebrows furred.
"Water goes up your ass, Rach." Quinn laughed. "Here, you see that toilet up in the right corner there? It's fully working and also fully on display. If you noticed though, this really isn't a room of privacy."
I nodded a little stiffly. "That's an understatement for sure."
"Under these cabinets in the sink as you can see, always stocked with that orange doctor's soap, paper cups, and paper towels. We love sanitation. Below in these white cabinets, we have three labeled doors, towels, gowns, blankets, those are pretty self-explanatory I think."
"We also have a scale in that left corner up there. If you really want to get into the type of role play that is currently going on, it definitely creates more time spent in the room. Personally, if I'm looking to get fucked I don't care about my height and weight, but maybe that's just me." Santana quipped.
I can't help but agree with that.
"If we turn back around," Quinn began while turning around, "we see the gyno table. Nothing special about this table except the open feeling you get from being prodded with your legs up and open," she smirked.
"Rae, why don't you go and sit up there for us?" Santana asked suggestively.
"N-no, I think I'm good." My voice betrayed me.
"You have pants on, it's not like we'll see anything. Just see how it feels for a second."
"Santana Lopez, if I didn't know any better I would think you're trying to peer pressure me right now." I challenged.
"It's not peer pressure," she defended, "it's a simple encouragement to see if you can break out of your comfort zone a little. You know, be less reserved around us."
"Nice try there, slick. Quinn?" I asked openly.
"I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. But with that being said, I also think that of all things in this entire club, sitting in a chair you've already been in before is the easiest option." Quinn said with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
I knew she was right, and I know they just want me to stop being nervous around them both. It is not necessarily the chair itself, it is who's in the room. I know for a fact that if I get up there, pants or not, they're going to try to embarrass me. But why do I like that idea?
"Geez, alright. My pants stay on though." I told them sternly.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," Quinn said.
"I would." I heard Santana mumble, quickly followed by her girlfriend hitting her shoulder.
I sighed and sat on the table, my legs swinging nervously. To make things even worse, or better, I'm not really sure what I'm feeling, each girl went to either side of me.
"Lean back," Quinn coxed while gently pulling me down into the proper sitting position.
I did.
"Good girl, now put your legs up."
As I started to lift them, both girls took over and placed each one in its respective stirrup, and strapped my ankles in place. I couldn't help but childishly hide behind my hands as warmness went through my body. Why do I like this feeling? What's going on with me? This isn't how I normally am, or so I thought at least.
"Shh, you did great babe," Quinn whispered. "If it's too much just say 'red' and we will stop immediately. Do you understand?"
I nodded while looking straight at her.
"Good."
I jolted when I felt someone start rubbing my thigh, which I looked to find that it was Santana.
"Calm down, it's just me, you're doing so great." She encouraged me.
As she was distracting me, I didn't even notice that Quinn moved from my side to between my legs. That was until I felt two hands moving up the undersides of my thighs. I bit my lip from accidentally embarrassing myself.
"See Rach, you like this, who would have guessed," Quinn asked in a sexually condescending way, which for some reason made my heart beat even faster.
She squeezed my thighs before trailing her index fingers on the inside of them, not going near my center though.
"What I really love most about this is how much you have someone at your mercy," she spoke lowly, "You can tease and tease, but you don't have to give in. It's fun."
Quinn gave Santana a silent look and they both went to adjust my legs. I had no idea what they were trying to do, but I quickly figured it out when my legs went a little higher and spread a little further apart.
"How do you feel?" Santana asked.
"I'm fine," I'm wet.
"You look amazing spread like this. My girl was right though, you would look better without those pants in the way, but one step at a time." Quinn winked at me.
She then resumed her prior treatment of feeling up my legs but not touching me. It was torture. Having Quinn Fabray standing between your open legs and fondling you is an experience I'm sure only a few had the luck of experiencing, but holy shit.
Suddenly I felt a sharp slap to my inner thigh, and for the first time this whole afternoon, I moaned. I noticed both girlfriends giving each other huge smiles before I covered my eyes with my hands again, a little mortified that I let that slip through.
"Come on baby doll, let's see those pretty eyes. Don't make me cuff those hands next." I heard Quinn say but felt Santana take my hand away from my face. "No shame here, remember?"
"I know," I pathetically said, still high off of my lust and sudden shyness.
"I know you're horny babe, I know you want me to touch you needy little pussy right now while Santana touches you all over. I know you probably ruined your pretty little panties because you're a greedy little girl who just wants to cum in front of her friends. But I can't do that, can I?" She asked with a patronizing smirk while taking a harsh grip on my thighs.
This time, I didn't hide my moan.
Santana still had my hands, but she moved them into a fist while holding tight against my chest.
"There you go, such a fast learner. I love that sound, don't try to hide that from me." She said while delivering another sharp slap to my other thigh.
"Fuck, Quinn," I moaned and withered in place trying to feel anything. All my insecurities went out the window when my own lust started to cloud over.
"You'll get fucked by her eventually," Santana chuckled darkly, "just not today."
I whined because I knew it was true.
"Nope," Quinn laughed, "In fact, I think now's a perfect place to end this little preview."
"No!" I yelled before I could even think about it. I immediately noticed my fatal flaw and prepared myself to be scolded.
I heard Santana whistle lowly as she let go of my arms and stepped back. I didn't want to even look at Quinn right now.
"Look at me."
Shit. I very reluctantly met her gaze.
"The only time I ever want to hear no is if you're safewording, that's it. I don't like it when little brats cry because I don't touch their needy pussies. If I wanted you to cum I would. But I know how conflicted you still are so I'm not about to cross that line today. I mean you still have your pants on for god sake, babe."
I don't know why, but I felt a sadness come over me with the right of disappointing her.
"I'm not mad at you. You're still learning and I can only imagine how overwhelmed you might feel. That being said though, I still want general respect when we play. Now I'm going to get you down and Santana is going to give you some water, okay?"
I just nodded.
"Verbally, babe."
"Yes, Quinn."
"Good girl, I'm very proud that you let yourself go a little just now. It's all fun when everyone is comfortable with each other." She praised me while letting me back down.
"Woah," My legs feel like jelly.
Quinn giggled, "Yeah that's just blood going back where it should."
Santana came over with a cup of water when I managed to sit back up normally.
"Thank you," I told her while taking a sip.
"Are you ok, is there anything you want to talk about?" Quinn asked.
"Well," I started, "When we first got here I was thinking about how I couldn't imagine how anyone would like being on display so intimately, that's mostly where my nerves were coming from. I get it though, and I really like what we did. Was I expecting it, not really, but I am happy with it? I can't help but think about all the other things I might like now that I pushed to the side."
"Well that's the magic of this place, we're going to find out for you," Santana assured me.
"Exactly, so finish up your water so we can do that. We got a little sidetracked." Quinn joked.
We eventually got ourselves together, and by we I mean me, enough so that we could make our way across the hall.
"Here we have the classroom, probably the most cliche part of all of this that you can possibly think of. This place is a little fun because there is space for multiple people, which also means multiple possibilities. Unlike the doctor's office, this room is very straightforward." Quinn introduced.
The room was simple enough. Oak floors, off-white walls with posters around, a huge chalkboard on the wall next to the door, a 'teachers' desk in the adjacent corner, around twelve 'student' desks, two cabinets on the back wall, and the cherry on top was the little stool in the back right corner with a dunce hat laying on top.
"Yeah, I think this is the most normal looking space that you've shown me so far," I said, "It's really well done though... the globe is a nice touch"
"Thank you, I didn't spend millions on this place for a sub-par experience," Quinn said playfully. "You two take a seat somewhere up front, I'll do a show-and-tell of what those back cabinets hold."
Santana took my hand and led me over to the two seats in front of the teacher's desk. I have no idea what's in those cabinets, but I can't assume it's a lot if someone Quinn's size is carrying them back and forth, but then again it isn't a super huge room or anything.
I look over my shoulder and see that the items in question are grouped in small, clear bins, which is smart. From what I could see, one of the cabinets was made up of plastic removable shelves, which I guess is for the same reason the clear cabinets in the room before this one were.
"Need any help, babe?" I heard Santana ask from beside me.
"Nah, thank you though. This first one doesn't have anything I can't carry." Quinn responded.
I see her gather up four different bins stacked on one another, and then grab what looks to be a yardstick that was leaning up against the side of the cabinet.
"Alright, class let's get this show-and-tell started. First and most obvious we have a yardstick here," Quinn said while lifting the wooden stick. "It can be used to set dress, or as a long cane for spanking, dealers choice. Remember, if you use it to strike someone you need a good windup, the thing is three feet long. Now, this first bin is actually school supplies funny enough."
Quinn was taking the items out of the bin and I smiled to myself trying to think of how anyone could possibly keep a straight face in a scenario like that. Like how are you doing math one second, and then get fucked without laughing?
"So we have notebooks, which by the way are filled with some hilarious things from others that used them, pencils, pens, markers- which are fun, some crayons, and highlighters. Nothing fancy, just enough to set the mood for the scene."
As Quinn finished what she was saying I felt Santana turn to me. "Markers, although innocent, can be used as a humiliation technique." She said as I furred my eyebrows, "Some people get off by having degrading words written all over their body."
"But," I heard Quinn interject as I shifted my focus back to her, "most people do that with permanent markers, I don't provide those. I don't want to be responsible for people regretting their decision because they forgot that they had work in the morning."
"Good point" I agreed.
"Right? Now in this second one, I have organized different ropes. These are all hemp ropes in different sizes and colors, nothing too special. I also have rope scissors in here just in case. The third bin is rulers of all lengths and abilities." Quinn pulls a handful out to show us," Your standard wooden one, with and without air holes, a plastic one, comes in multiple colors, one of those weird ones that can bend, and a metal one. "I don't recommend using the metal one unless it turns out that you are a hardcore masochist. Whether you get hit on the palm, knuckles, or beautiful ass, it's going to leave a lasting impression."
"That metal one looks like it can slice someone." I tentatively pointed out.
"It can without a doubt." Quinn said while putting them back in their bin, "But like everything else in my sex mansion, I have spare in case it needs to be thrown away. It doesn't matter how big or small the object is, if any amount of blood gets on it then we throw it out."
"What if it gets on the floor or the wall?" I ask.
Santana huffs playful next to me, "We bleach them to hell and get high off of all the fumes."
I look up to find Quinn shrugging her shoulders and nodding along. "It needs to be done."
"So what do you have in that last one?"
"This one is actually full of books. These are all paperbacks just to make the bin lighter. But it's a mix of the types of books that you would find in the downstairs lounge, and just random ones that I come across like this one." Quinn says picking up a book. "Come to Jesus, a kid's book," Quinn told me with what was probably the widest smile I've ever seen on her face.
Santana was laughing hysterically right next to me and even I couldn't help but join in. The joke is there, but I didn't want to risk making one so I just giggled along instead.
"Oh just you wait until the next room then," Quinn said as she started getting her breathing back to normal. "Anyway, that's all there is for the first cabinet we have. The second one is more of the fun stuff. I'm not going to spend a whole lot of time explaining all of this because it's nothing that you haven't seen, nor know about the existence of."
Quinn opened both sides of the cabinet doors and pointed to the first bin that was in there while Santana and I stood in front of her, watching.
"The first one is things to keep you safe, condoms, disinfectants, different types of the latex and non-latex coverings, wipes, and tissues. The second one is the insertable toys. So dildos, vibrators, plugs, and beads mostly. All of them are silicone, and like everything else, required to be covered but we still have them sanitized at the end of the day no matter what. This third one is mostly just floggers and different types of whips. I have around three floggers in here, two different length crops, and a cat o'nines, just to spice things up a little. And the fourth one is things to keep your bottom in place. We have your standard handcuffs, your padded cuffs, ankle cuffs, but not zip ties because I feel like it's just the wrong type of scene for something like that. Underneath the shelves still notice this big machine here," Rachel did, "It's just a fucking machine where you can add either one or two toys that you want to play with and just let it do its job. Not only does it save you energy if you're the top, but also it's just sometimes fun to watch somebody not having any control over their body while the machine takes over. It's used if you're feeling lazy or you'd like different techniques of humiliation." Quinn smiled.
"Is it like, hardcore or can it be a slower pace?" I ask them because I personally have never seen something like that before.
"It can go anywhere from annoyingly slow to pretty much jackhammer mode depending on how you want to use it, or how the top wants you to," Santana answered. "There's a sweet spot in the middle though if you play around with it enough, in the heat of the moment you never know which you may prefer." She chuckled.
"All right," Quinn clapped once as she shut the cabinet stores. "Are you ready to finish the rest of the tour of the upstairs?"
I rolled my eyes playfully because we all knew the answer. "I would love nothing more,'' I said to her.
Quinn grabbed my hand once more as she led us out of the room with Santana closely behind us. The next room was down the hall which gave me enough time to think about what may be in store. Quinn's little warning never left my mind, although I feel as though I can never fully read either of these two.
AN- Trigger warning if you're religious
"This room is a little blasphemous if you're religious, but I don't judge. We don't use this room a lot personally because both of us did grow up religious, but even I have to admit that it's fun to confess your sins sometimes. It's probably the most sinful place in the house, but for certain people living out all of that Catholic guilt can be fun as an adult." Quinn said while tentatively opening the next door.
As soon as she opened the doors it was like I was back at service once more. There were three dark wooden pews on each side, a stage with a little podium placed in the middle, and on the wall behind it was a huge wooden cross, but not with a Jesus figure on it.
"Now, there's even less to this room than the others because it's mostly what you see is what you get," Quinn explained to me.
"However, there are a few knick-knacks around that aren't really what you would think. Santana added to her girlfriend.
"What do you mean?" I asked them with furred brows. It's not like I personally had an issue with this room, I was just wondering what could possibly be used as something different to this type of scene outside of what I have already been shown today.
"Good question," Quinn exclaimed, "here, let me show you this."
I watched as Quinn walked to one of the pews and got a book out from the back of the pew in front of her.
"This book says the Bible, but when you open it up the pages are completely blank. It's just a make-believe book and not the one that's actually used for prayer in any Catholic or Christan Church. That's not to say people can't bring their own props to these rooms, but I'm not going to be the one to supply it because of my own look on it."
"But," Santana said, "there are a few naughty things that are hidden behind the podium."
She left Quinn and me standing in the aisle between the pews as she went to get the box that was placed behind the podium on the stage.
"So in here we just have a few simple objects. There is a small bottle of holy water, a dildo that is in the shape of a cross, and then just a few regular toys and cuffs that we supply in almost every room here, just to keep standards.
I nodded dumbly at her, especially when I saw the cross-shaped dildo. It honestly made me want to laugh, but also growing up Jewish I'm not sure if I should, so I kept that one to myself.
"Well, I can definitely say that this is definitely interesting to me and not something that I would have thought exists in here. It's really awesome though that you're willing to cater to basically something for everybody."
That's what I'm trying to do here." Quinn said smiling. "I want to create a safe spot for everybody to enjoy whatever they desire without the fear of judgment from everyone else around them."
I nodded, "Well, I can say that it looks like you're doing a really good job with that and I'm learning a lot which I really enjoy."
Warning over
"As much as we both love a good compliment, there's still one more room," Santana said, so let's go down the hall to the end, and then we can finish up before we get to the most interesting part of the house. in my opinion."
"Oh yeah!" Quinn said while grabbing my hand and leading me to the door, "After this, you definitely have to open your mind just a little more than you have been throughout this floor and the previous."
"Is it really that bad?" I asked jokingly.
"Not bad per se," Santana said as she opened the door, "but it's definitely something I don't think you knew exists in the world just yet."
All I did was look at her and nodded slowly because I had no idea what she could have meant. But as we walked on a little I tried to let that thought go so I could pay attention to what's going on around me in the current moment, no use wondering about something I don't know.
"Okie Dokie, so we'll spend two minutes in here tops," Quinn said as she reached for the door.
"And bottoms" I heard Santana whisper so only I heard. I literally bit my tongue so I wouldn't burst out laughing at her stupid joke. Quinn looked at us weirdly but decided it was best to ignore our banter.
"Right, this I can say is one of our plainest rooms that we have, but there's a good reason for it considering the scenery that's asked for."
"This right here is an alleyway scene," Quinn explained as we walked through the doors.
She was right, the room is basically empty. There's very minimal lighting that looks as though it is shining from only the four corners of the ceiling, the ground is just made of cement, and it looks like the brick walls that are in this room have old posters plastered on them that are made to look like they are falling off of the wall. There are two metal trash cans in the back right corner, and one bigger dumpster to the left wall of where we entered at.
"As Quinn said, there's a reason why this room is still empty with the way it is." Santana started to explain to me as we walked more into the room. "A lot of people like alleyways scenes for a variety of reasons. This could be from maybe hooking up with a stranger outside of a club, somebody who has a little more rough fantasies that lay on the darker side of things, or just the aspect of it being somewhere not clean and gets off on the dirty factor, even though this room is technically spotless.
"Also, if you open the side of the dumpster here," Quinn had Santana go to the left side of the dumpster where there looks to be a plastic area to pull open to see inside, "we have a box of restraints. We don't have any toys in this room but we do have ropes, cuffs, and your standard handcuffs."
"I actually kind of like how this one is more simple than the other ones. Especially with the lights, it makes it look like you're really outside somewhere at sundown." I told them truthfully.
"Isn't it cool? Quinn asked with a smirk. "I really tried to make it look like sunlight and not just fluorescents like there are in some of the other rooms in here. I think I did a good job though."
"I agree! Santana said happily "a lot of people tend to like this room because of the atmosphere that it allows."
"Is that all there is to this room?" I asked since I wasn't sure. All the other rooms that they set up were so detailed and consisted of many different objects. Honestly, I preferred the simplicity of this one.
"Yes actually," Quinn told me, still not letting go of my hand. "There's absolutely nothing in those trash cans and there's nothing else in the dumpster that's here. Like I said though, people are free to bring in objects if they so choose, but all I have is a few restraints for use.
"Does that mean we can show her downstairs now?!" Santana questioned her girlfriend with the giddiness of a small child.
Quinn let out a chuckle while squeezing my hand once more. "Of course, why don't you show Rachel the way since this is one of your favorite parts of this house?"
I saw Santana nod as she took my hand out of Quinn's and was dragging me out of the room. Quinn was just looking at her with a smile and a loving glance before following us out of the room and closing the door behind.