A woman stood at a window. She watched the birds dip in and out of the corners of the skyscrapers, she looked down onto the street and allowed the freckles of her pupils to trace over the yellow of the taxi's and the heads of the business men and women that bustled throughout the sidewalks probably fretting over things that were trivial, rushing to get home, rushing to get to their second or third job.
She watched, she took in every moment, and she savored it.
These were the simple things that her colleagues probably didn't take the time out to appreciate. Too busy idolizing her for being successful, fearing her for being in control, or envying her for being rich. She, however, felt compelled to focus on these little things. Because standing at a window, calmly taking in life and accepting all things good and bad about it, was a part of who she was as a successful woman.
Despite the royalty that was seeping from the Fabray name, Quinn was so very different from them.
She still stood in a stance that displayed superiority and leadership. She managed to finish college and graduate school and gained her MBA in business by the time she was twenty-three. She excelled by working for two different companies over four years before even stepping foot into her family's business, despite the belief that her position was just handed to her fresh out of college.
Quinn Fabray was special, wildly intelligent and along with everything else in her life, very dominant when it came to being successful.
She was "tailor-made to be a leader", her mother used to say.
In every aspect of her life.
One aspect, more than anything. Because as fun as it was to run a billion dollar diamond company, it was even more satisfying to see a beautiful woman on her knees, head down, arms behind her back...waiting for instructions.
It was who she was.
The sounds of obedience, of a woman who could and would submit to her when asked. It was everything.
It made Quinn Fabray every bit of the wonder that she had become and despite the feeling of being unbalanced sometimes, the rush from the lifestyle altering her emotionally, she lived for it.
Quinn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, suddenly becoming a little lightheaded at the mere thought of it. Flexing her slim fingers she lifted herself up on the balls of her feet and opened her eyes to the sight of the darkening skies of New York City.
Had she really been standing there that long?
It must have been a particularly slow day for her, because she hadn't even noticed the amount of time that had passed her by in the midst of her silent musings.
Reaching a careful hand to the glass, she allowed the tips of her manicured fingers to slide softly against it.
Pulling back just as quickly as she had touched, a beep suddenly sounded and the voice of her secretary came through the speaker.
"Ms. Fabray, I'm sorry to interrupt your meditation, but it's five-thirty. You have a guest for dinner this evening at the restaurant you requested downtown. I made reservations for seven, and your car is waiting for you downstairs. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Quinn Fabray smiled.
"No, that will be all Renee', thank you."
"Have a good evening Ms. Fabray." The woman spoke genuinely and Quinn pushed her bangs away from her brow.
She was always the last person to leave her building. It was another routine that she would follow before going home to indulge…whatever she so desired.
Tonight however, was different. Tonight held promise.
She would spend the evening having dinner with a possible new submissive.
Quinn Fabray did not keep submissive's long. She always provided a contracted agreement that stated that she was not looking for a permanent arrangement.
Quinn was still humoring herself with the idea that she'd find the perfect woman, the perfect companion to meet both of her needs. So, there was an understanding that the women that came and went within her quarters were strictly, temporary.
She couldn't bring herself to draw something out that truly didn't satisfy her completely, every submissive understood that. There were no hard feelings and no vengeance. They all handled themselves with grace and class, graciously giving up their allotted positions so that she could begin her search for the next.
However, it was getting old.
It was always the same women that continually sought her out. They were the women that she sometimes felt held her back from the real thing falling into her hands. But, she never complained about their eagerness.
That was something that she could never cry about.
She needed it.
She needed that constant structure in her life to keep her going; otherwise her dedicated precision would be almost extinct. However, she couldn't help but wonder if the diamond, the one, the woman that she so carefully yearned for would be one that would absolutely wreck her.
While fearing it, Quinn simultaneously hoped for it.
Quinn was embarking on this interview for that someone. This woman fit the description: short exotic brunette, brown eyes, and long legs.
She never strayed from her routine, and didn't plan to. It was in her genetics to never settle for less, and she took it in the sense that she would find the right woman to fit her preference.
This woman, Jessica, seemed good enough. Nice laugh, good personality, and fully willing to meet Quinn's needs.
Her only downfall was that she had belonged to someone before Quinn and Quinn Fabray did not do seconds.
Unless there was an exception.
The dinner was to determine if there could be an exception made in this case and to say Quinn was curious about it would be an understatement. She was hoping to find another adventure, something special. It was a yearning that had never been fulfilled.
Stepping out and preparing to enter her car, however, Quinn couldn't help but feel that tonight…something had the ability to change.
Entering the restaurant, Quinn was met with eyes from all over the place.
If you lived in New York City, or hell in the country, and some parts of Europe and you didn't know who Quinn Fabray was, you must have been living under a rock.
It didn't affect her, although there was a piece of her that wondered if the day would come where she would be able to introduce herself to someone who wasn't gawking at her in knowing admiration.
The host met her with a smile.
"Ms. Fabray, it's wonderful to see you tonight…your guest arrived fifteen minutes prior to yourself."
She follows directions well, Quinn thought. She had indeed informed the woman to be fully submissive tonight – in lieu of a test.
Jessica stated to Quinn that she would not be requesting a "twenty-four seven" relationship, which Quinn was alright with. She hadn't embarked on a relationship of that sort in a long time, nor did she plan to at this point. She was only looking for something to fulfill her needs.
"Fantastic." Quinn uttered with a small smile, and the host led the way to her table.
They were always so formal to her at these kinds of places and although she didn't always have the patience for it, she tried to display class.
"Might I add that you look absolutely grand in that gown." He spoke and Quinn smiled at the compliment, holding back laughter at the irony of his statement. It had been quite the task getting into the gown.
"Thank you. I appreciate a person who has fine manners and you have demonstrated such." Quinn said calmly and then she spotted her table.
Jessica had her eyes down, her hands in her lap and her shoulders back in the short red dress that Quinn had requested she wear.
Upon approaching the table, Jessica stood.
The man looked at her curiously but turned to Quinn. Before he could speak, Quinn cut him off, "Let's start with a bottle of Chardonnay." She said clearly.
"As you wish, Ms. Fabray."
He hurried off to give the order, and Quinn touched the smooth cheek of her potential lover. "Very good Jessica. Eyes up."
Brown eyes looked up at Quinn, "Tonight will be a test. You normally will not be required to accompany me anywhere in public. That is not the nature of the relationship I have requested from you. However, I would like to see how well you can follow directions. You have done exceedingly well so far." Quinn smiled.
The woman smiled softly and Quinn allowed her eyes to sweep down her body. Jessica fit the dress that Quinn had purchased for her perfectly.
"You look exceptional, Jessica." Quinn complimented and Jessica smiled.
"Thank you, Ms. Fabray." She said lightly and Quinn nodded her approval. First names were not an option. But she was pleased with Jessica's way of addressing her.
"Well done, you may sit."
The woman waited a beat for Quinn to sit down, before she took her seat and placed her hands on her lap, smiling at Quinn.
"Do you drink white wine, Jessica?"
"No, Ms. Fabray, I've never had it before."
Quinn clucked her teeth, "Hmm, that is a terrible thing. You will have your first glass of white wine with me tonight, is that alright with you?"
That was something Quinn wondered if Jessica was used to. Being asked if anything was alright with her. Quinn could see the confusion pass in her eyes and Quinn wondered if Jessica would turn out to be a bit of challenge.
She loved challenges.
"If it is alright with you, it is alright with me, Ms. Fabray."
It seemed this sub had all her ducks in a row, which was such a bittersweet thing to Quinn. Of course Jessica seemed to be the perfect sub, because she was practiced. She had already been taught how to be obedient and there was nothing natural about her, nothing challenging, and nothing to be taught. Quinn wanted someone who was fresh, someone who hadn't been touched. She wanted someone who was absolutely and totally clueless when it came to the lifestyle but naturally passionate about being submissive to her.
Quinn was looking for something she'd only find in a woman that was head over heels in love with her, or vice versa and Quinn could not trust many women to allow that kind of relationship to take place. She hadn't in a long time.
Despite all of that, she knew that wasn't Jessica, but it would just have to do for now.
"It feels good to have a first with you, Jessica." Quinn commented in a condescending tone. The woman across from her lowered her eyes.
"Eyes up, Jessica…you seem a little hurt by that remark, is there something you want to share with me?" Quinn said curiously and Jessica looked her in her eyes.
"No, Ms. Fabray-"
Her words were cut off in a gasp; Quinn's hands disappeared under the table swiftly, up under her dress. Quinn let her fingers caress the girl's thigh, watching her face turn a little pink at the touch.
"Something wrong?" Quinn spoke calmly. And Jessica shook her head.
Second mistake in less than five minutes, maybe she isn't that perfect.
Quinn squeezed her hand, now closer to the girl's center, and bit her lip. Quinn couldn't deny her arousal at the reaction she was pulling from Jessica.
"Words, Jessica. I can't read minds." Quinn spoke firmly and Jessica stared into the hazel orbs before speaking.
"I-I apologize; there isn't a-anything wrong with me, Ms. Fabray." Jessica said, her voice shaking.
Quinn stared at her, hard eyes looking through her rather than at her, before she smiled and removed her hand. "I will overlook your futile mistakes."
The silence was seemingly peaceful; all that could be heard was the soft heaving of Jessica's chest. It seemed she wasn't expecting what she received at all. And now Quinn's interest was starting to grow in the woman.
Quinn tore her eyes from her in time to look around the restaurant and take in all the different sights and sounds around her. She was truly at a loss for words sometimes at the amount of respect she was treated with solely because of how much money she made.
It was also very aggravating sometimes.
Sometimes she wished that she could be treated as a normal paying customer.
She watched the staff bustle around to greet the wealthy people, like servants and that was seemed so unfathomable to Quinn. She couldn't imagine what kind of person could stand that sort of thing, she couldn't bear it. She never wanted to be treated like she was a queen because she certainly wasn't.
She yearned for someone, anyone to see her for more than that.
Before she could go any further with her thoughts, a crash sounded and she felt the cold liquid in her lap before she had time to understand what was going on.
When Quinn pulled herself from the trance, she stood calmly, seeing what was now understood to be the white wine she had ordered seeping down her thousand dollar dress onto her heels.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry…shit, that looks expensive. I'll get something to clean that up, I'm so sorry."
Quinn allowed her ears to catch up with the voice and her eyes soon followed. A short, tan brunette was scrambling on her knees now to pick up the glass that had fallen, along with the broken bottle of Chardonnay and Quinn watched the in amusement as she fumbled with everything - including her words.
"Fuck, I am so fired…" She stood up on her feet again and finally Quinn had the opportunity to look at the waitress who had ruined her dress.
Everything went very fuzzy and it seemed everyone around them moved in a slow silent manner. Quinn could feel her heart begin to flutter as she was stared at the woman and that hadn't happened in so long that it shocked her. Where were these butterflies in her stomach coming from? She watched the brunette falter for words, mouth hanging open as she stared at Quinn almost...curiously.
The only thought that Quinn could truly process was how breathtakingly beautiful this woman was.
Her long dark brown curls were pulled back into a high ponytail and her bangs were swept to the side of her forehead banning anything from obscuring the view of her face. She had smooth skin, defined cheeks and plump lips that looked absolutely delicious.
There was no shame now; Quinn allowed her eyes to glance down at the body of the woman. She was tan and exotic. Her white button down shirt was unbuttoned at the top showing the dip in her chest that led down to her breasts which seemed to be the perfect size, the shirt was tight enough to define features that otherwise would be unnoticed by the woman.
Her legs seemed long, even underneath the black slacks that were covering them and Quinn finally removed her firm stare to look back up into the eyes of the woman.
She was absolutely stunning in ways that Quinn, couldn't even imagine. She couldn't take her eyes off of the girl. She swallowed as the sight of the beautiful woman, and Quinn felt her mind, spirit, and body strain against both her composed expression and the fabric of her expensive dress. Quinn, who was usually very controlled could feel it slipping, and it wasn't because of the wine soaking through the material of her outfit.
The waitress spoke and broke Quinn's stare, "I am so sorry miss, I didn't mean to…I am so dead, listen I can clean that up if you'd like…I don't know how much wine a napkin can take out of a dress, but I can sure as hell try." She offered a nervous smile and raised a napkin to the material, but Quinn reached towards her wrist, catching it before she could press it to her body.
"It's ruined, actually." Quinn spoke with a smile and the girl suddenly looked like she was about to cry.
"I'm so sorry…listen-"
"Berry!" An angry voice cut her off and Quinn watched as she wrung her hands like she was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"Oh shit, listen I'm really sorry, I'll have someone clean all of this up, ma'am. I'm really sorry again…" She pulled her arm from Quinn's grasp before hurrying off, offering one last look over her shoulder before she was out of Quinn's sight.
Quinn couldn't take the smile off of her face as she memorized the features of the woman. A man who Quinn assumed was the manager appeared in her line of vision, and instantly she snapped out of the haze she was in.
"Give me her name."
"Ms. Fabray, I am so sorry…she is new and in training, consider your evening on us, and she will be fired-"
"No, give me her name."
Quinn didn't even look at the man, still watching the spot where the girl had disappeared to. She was entranced by the woman, having never seen a woman so…perfect in her life.
"Um, that won't be necessary Ms. Fabray. She will be fired immediately." Quinn's gaze snapped to the man as her patience began to thin.
"You will not fire her, you will not pay for my evening, I only request her name." Quinn said with finality.
He looked at her confusedly, "I don't under-"
"Give me her name, or give me the owner's name so that I can get hers and give him yours." She said lowly.
Quinn hated intimidating people purposely, but she had no other choice.
Quinn couldn't explain why, but there was a distinct feeling of yearning rising within her. It wasn't something she felt regularly. Only when she felt like she was on the verge of discovering something special.
Like a rare diamond that you would pay millions for, simply just to be able to stare at it.
And then Quinn realized it, she realized the purpose for the way her body had reacted to the woman, to Rachel Berry.
She was rare.
The very woman Quinn never thought she’d find had been standing right in front of her. Despite only having the memory of her beautiful features, and now her name, Quinn was sure about one thing.
She wanted her.