fic: Payphone, Chapter 1
Title: Payphone, Chapter 1
Author: dofuneralscount (this chapter), flipflop555
Rating: R
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Rachel feels the need to be dominated and goes to an agency to find a Domme who, unbeknownst to her, is Quinn.
Word Count: 478
Rachel was late for a meeting. After yesterday’s incredibly stressful day, she had succumbed to going out with her staff for a few drinks…and ended up having more than a few. She woke up this morning with a splitting headache and was now unable to drive but HAD to get into to work for a huge meeting, which would mean signing a deal with a major actress, the name of which she didn’t know yet. She had tried to hail down a cab, but she never seemed to catch anyone’s eye, (probably due to her not wearing her high heels. Her size was such a pain in the ass sometimes). Finally, Rachel had ended up walking (she hated the subway with a passion). She was about to call her assistant to inform her she would be late but it rang twice, and then her phone died. She resisted the urge to slap a palm to her forehead. Things just weren’t working out her way today.
She looked around for a payphone, and upon seeing one, stumbled inside. She dialled the number after slipping in a few quarters managed to get through to her office. The meeting was delayed for half an hour, allowing her to lean against the glass and sigh. Sometimes she just wished she could give up all this power and control, just for a little bit. Give it all to someone else…
Suddenly, her eyes flicked up to read the cards of call girls and window cleaning companies, when something caught her eye. It was a simple black card with silver writing:
“Tired of calling the cards and ringing the changes? Why not surrender your power, and let Mistress Lucy look after you? Specialising in BDSM and sub training.” Rachel swallowed. It had a number and address. With a shaking hand she slipped in a few more quarters. It rang, once…twice…three times- “Hello, Mistress Lucy’s office, how may I help you?” Nothing came out of Rachel’s mouth for a second.
“Um…Hello, I’m Ms. Rachel Berry…I was…I was wondering if...um-“ She could practically hear the other woman smiling down the phone.
“You were wondering if you could have an appointment.”
Rachel nodded, then dumbly realised she was on the phone. “Y-yes…I mean…Yes, I do” Rachel couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“How does tomorrow at 3:00pm sound?” The woman on the other side of the call asked.
Rachel took a deep breath and thought for a moment. “Yes…that would be fine” The receptionist made sure she had the right address and after asking her to think of a word, any word called a “safe word” between now and tomorrow, the phone was put down with a click. That was it. No turning back now, for the first time in her life, Rachel Berry was acting on her base desires…and she liked it.