P.S I Love You

Summary:

One of them lives in San Francisco and the other lives in Los Angeles. Who knew one letter was the beginning of the rest of their lives? They sure as hell didn't. G!PSantana

Disclaimer:

I do not own Glee or any of its characters and everything in this story is purely fiction. None of the material in this story is to be published anywhere else by anyone else without my written permission.

A/N:

I've been working on this story with AuntySnix26 and her and I have agreed to complete it together. To those of you who started reading her version of it; I hope you'll stick with this one. Follow me on tumblr - fucktheduckonthetruck

Chapter One - The Letter

"Oh, yeah, fuck!" The woman moaned out as Santana thrust into her, holding the headboard for support as she pushed her hips up and lifted the woman's hips with them before moving them back out and then continuing to pound into her, "Shit, baby, you're so big!"

"You like that big cock?" Santana whispered as she bit the woman's earlobe, "Huh? Does it feel good inside your tight pussy?"

"Ugh, yeah, feels so good!" The woman moaned as she arched her back and curled her neck to the side, biting into the pillow. Santana moved her hands to the mattress and thrust harder and faster, her balls slapping against the woman's skin.

She grunted as she felt the woman's walls clenching around her cock and she bit down on the pillow the woman's head was resting on, "Oh, fuck, Soph, I'm cumming." Santana moaned and panted as she pulled out and ripped off the condom, stroking her member until hot, white cum spurted out and onto Sophie's stomach. Sophie shook and arched her back, seizing in that position and clenching her legs together, holding Santana in a vice grip between her legs. Santana breathed heavily as she stroked her member slowly while two more spurts of cum shot out.

Minutes passed as Sophie calmed down and panted as her body relaxed. Santana felt her dick immediately begin to soften and she leaned over and kissed Sophie's forehead.

"This was great," she said, "I'm gonna go, yeah?"

"Yeah," Sophie said and nodded as Santana climbed off the bed, beginning to get dressed, "See you again tomorrow night?"

"Uh-huh," Santana said and gave the redhead a nod. She buttoned up her shirt and ran her hand through her hair, "Okay, see ya tomorrow."

"Alright, hot stuff." Sophie said as Santana picked up her shoes and left the apartment.

This was routine for the brunette. Sex with women every week of every month - excluding December and all holidays - of every year. Five women in total.

There was Sophie: a redhead with an hourglass figure, 29 years old and a lawyer. She had Santana on Tuesday afternoon's and Wednesday night's every second week.

There was Rain: a blonde with no figure - she looked like a plank - fake breasts, 27 years old and a stripper. She had Santana on Tuesday Nights and Thursday afternoon's every first and second week.

There was Eve: a blonde with an hourglass figure, fake breasts, botox, a fake tan, 47 years old, a mom (was married) and a lawyer. She had Santana on Monday nights every first week and Saturday nights every second week.

There was Dominique: a brunette with nice curves and a fit body, 23 years old and a personal trainer. She had Santana on Saturday morning's every second week and Thursday night's every second week.

And then there was Beverly: a brunette with an hourglass figure, a fit body, fake breasts, fake lips, 45 years old, a mom (married) and a college professor. She had Santana on Tuesday morning's every second week and Thursday mornings every first week.

Santana was an escort that only supplied her clients with sex. Confused about her schedule? Here it is in an easier format:

First Weeks:

Monday Night: Eve from 19:30 to 22:30

Tuesday Night: Rain from 19:30 to 22:30

Thursday Morning: Beverly from 09:05 to 11:05

Thursday Afternoon: Rain from 12:05 to 15:05

Second Weeks:

Tuesday Morning: Beverly from 08:45 to 11:25

Tuesday Afternoon: Sophie from 12:05 to 13:05

Tuesday Night: Rain from 19:30 to 22:30

Wednesday Night: Sophie from 20:15 to 23:15

Thursday Afternoon: Rain fron 12:05 to 15:05

Thursday Night: Dominique from 21:00 to 23:30

Saturday Morning: Dominique from 10:15 to 11:45

Saturday Night: Eve from 22:15 to 00:15

Santana was definitely busier on second weeks but she enjoyed her days off. She refused to work on Fridays or Sundays and told her boss that if she was ever booked on either of those days, she'd quit. Why is Santana an escort? Well, her dream is to write but she's never finished writing a book and she has to pay rent somehow. She figures waitressing is the way most people go but escorting is something new and if she doesn't do it now, she never will.

Santana's also found that by fucking so many women almost every day of the week, you'll favouritise some more than others. Her favourite client is Eve so far. She wasn't usually a fan of cougars but every time she fucked the woman her dick jumped with excitement. And she's always had a thing for blonde's.

Santana turned a corner and leaned against the wall so she could put her shoes on. She tied them tightly around her feet and then jumped on the spot twice before continuing on in the direction of her favourite diner in Los Angeles. Benji's Burger Bar was by far the best diner she'd ever been too. Their bacon cheese burgers were to die for in her opinion and she also adored their hangover burger. It was the greasiest, messiest, most oily crumbed chicken burger she'd ever eaten and if she ever wanted to get fat she vowed she'd only eat those.

She pushed open the diner door and heard a cheer from behind the counter, "Hey! There's my girl! Baby cakes, how ya doin'?" Benji asked as Santana approached the counter. She smiled and sat on one of the stools. Benji was a born and raised New Yorker and spoke like one too. He wiped his hand on his apron and patted her shoulder.

"I'm doin' alright, Benj, you?" She asked as she tied her hair into a messy bun atop her head.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm holdin' up." He said, waving it off, "The usual?"

"Yeah, please, I'm starving." She replied.

Santana had barely eaten anything today. She'd woken up at 08:00 this morning and had then had to rush off, after a quick shower, to Beverly's house to be there by 08:45 for their usual session. She ate a slice of bread on the way and nothing more.

"You been with them girls again?" Benji asked and Santana smiled.

"Yeah, it's my job." Santana sighed and blinked tiredly, "But I gotta tell ya, Benj, there's only so many times I can, you know, ejaculate for one woman. And then it's onto the next in an hour. Thank god I have about six hours of kill time now before I see the stripper tonight."

"Santana, I gotta be honest wi'ya." Benji said as he slapped a ticket with her order on it to the kitchen's ticket tray, "This escort thing isn't healthy."

"Yeah but I don't do it for nothin' either." Santana said, "I get by like a small puff of wind on the money I make. These women pay me a lo-ot of money to screw their brains out and, Benji, if I'm gettin' one thousand dollars to make her cum, I'm gonna do it."

Benji was the only person - along with Santana's younger sister, her best friend Quinn and the rest of the staff at Benji's Burger Bar - who knew that she was an escort and he enjoyed hearing all of her stories. Not because they all involved sex but because she told the stories so animatedly that he couldn't help but be interested. He was a good man and he was one of her father's best friends - she adored him and he adored her.

"Now, this woman you were just with, did she pay you?" Benji asked, leaning against the counter.

"No, she pays me tomorrow night after that session. And she pays me for both." Santana said with a nod. Benji nodded and stood up straight.

"Well, if you enjoy it, who am I to judge?" Benji said, "But you better start workin' on a book. Because once that gets published, you'll never have to work again."

"I wish it was that simple." Santana said and leaned her arms against the counter, "But I have nothing to write about."

"Well, why don't ya write about these sessions? Write a book - a funny book - on all the encounters ya've had with these women. I'm tellin' ya, everybody wants to read about that." Benji suggested and Santana rested her chin in her hand, mulling it over.

"Alright, I guess I can try that." Santana said and then nodded, "Yeah, I'll get started on that tomorrow. I only have a night session tomorrow so, I'll have all day. Could I come in here and do it? My apartment gets pretty boring when Becc isn't there."

Benji nodded and chuckled as if he thought she was silly for asking, "Ya don't have ta ask, sweetheart, I'm always happy ta see ya." He said and someone behind him dinged a bell.

"San's coffee, Benj. Hey, San, how you been?" The young Italian asked. Santana chuckled and gave him a wave. Benji took the coffee off the counter and put it in front of Santana who muttered a 'thank you'.

"Been good, Rem, you?" She asked. Remy nodded and gave her a smile, his young face charming as ever.

"Good. How's Rebecca?" He asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Santana teased with a chuckle as the staff laughed as well. Benji shook his head as he chortled.

"Get back ta work, kid, I don't pay ya ta muck about." He said, reaching through the space to the kitchen and ruffling Remy's hair.

"She's good, Rem, thanks." Santana said, "She's been askin' about you too."

"She has?" Remy asked, his eyebrows raising excitedly. Santana looked at Benji and chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll tell her you said hi." She said and Remy pumped his fist in the air, "You know, if you asked her out she'd probably say yes."

"Ah, she wouldn't wanna go out with a guy like me." Remy brushed off and smiled at his feet.

"You sure about that Zac Efron?" Santana teased and Remy chuckled.

"Alright, I gotta get back to work." Remy said, embarrassed. Santana smiled and let out a snort as she raised her cup of coffee to her lips.

"So, uh, I had Beverly this morning." Santana said after swallowing her sip of coffee, "You know, the 45 year old married college professor with an eighteen year old son."

"Yeah," Benji nodded and listened.

"It was so different than our usual sessions because she wanted to do it in her son's room." Santana said and Benji's eyes widened. He pressed his hands to the counter and was focusing fully on Santana. A few waiters on their breaks stood around and listened as well, "So, now, obviously I'm like: 'I can't fuck you in your son's room, that's twisted.' You know?"

"Yeah." One of the waiters, Donny, said with a nod. Donny was Benji's eldest son, the same age as Santana, 26.

"So, she says: 'I don't wanna do it in there because I'm attracted to my son. I wanna do it in there because the bitch that lives next door pervs on him constantly through his window.' Right?" Santana chuckles and continues, "Then she says: 'Imagine how put off she'll be when she looks through the window to stare at my son's ass and sees you drilling into me against the window.' I mean, I was shocked."

"I would be too." Said Raymond, Benji's youngest son. He was 20 years old and looked just like Donny, "So, whatcha do?"

"Well, I was still a little grossed out by the fact that she wanted me to have sex with her in the room of someone that she pushed out of the place that my dick would be, ya know?" Santana explained and Donny and Raymond chuckled, "So, I'm like: 'How about if we do it up against the outside of his door?' I mean, that's less gross, right? It's a door. And she says: 'Or how about we do it outside his window?' Now, I don't want her entire neighborhood seeing my ass. And, this woman's married, right? If we had screwed outside, somebody would've told her husband and then what? Then I'm the girl that screwed her into a divorce."

"Yeah, ya don't want that." Donny commented with a nod and Santana nodded back, "So, how'd you decide?"

"Well, we ended up doing it on the bonnet of her husband's Lamborghini." Santana informed them and Donny brought his fist to his mouth as his eyes widened excitedly.

"You had sex... on a lambo?" He asked and Santana chuckled with a nod, "You are my god."

"Thanks, Donny." Santana chuckled and took a gulp of her coffee, "So, I mean, it was fine but I always have to compromise with this woman. She is the kinkiest client I have and I'm pretty sure if she suggests we do it on her son's motorcycle one more time I'm just gonna have to suck it up and do it."

"What kind of motorcycle?" Raymond asked and Santana rolled her eyes.

"A Harley." She replied and Raymond looked like he was going to cry.

"Man, I wish I was you." He said and Donny nodded.

"You have no idea." He said. Santana laughed and nodded, taking another sip of coffee as Remy dinged the bell.

"San's usual, Benj." He said and then looked at Donny and Raymond, "Here's your hangover burgers, kids."

"Kids? You're 18, buddy, if anyone's a kid here, it's you." Donny teased and picked up the two plates with a wink to Remy before the boy went back to work. Benji put Santana's burger in front of her and her stomach panted with excitement.

"Here ya are, sugar pie." He said as his sons sat down next to Santana and dug into their lunch.

"Thanks, guys." Santana said and took the tomato out of her burger, putting it on Donny's plate, earning a mumbled 'thanks, gorgeous'. She patted his back and then picked up her burger and took a bite, "This is the best food in the world."

Raymond chuckled as he ate his fries and Benji gave Santana a wink.

"So, who are you seein' tonight?" Donny asked, one cheek round with burger. His hand was in front of his mouth as he asked and Santana swallowed before answering.

"Rain. The stripper from that club, uh, Tit For Tat." Santana said and Raymond smiled.

"You gonna walk the plank?" He joked, laughing at himself. Santana chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"She's got a little bit of a figure. It's like a tiny dent in the plank on either side." Santana said and sighed, "But, yeah, basically."

Raymond laughed some more, earning a slap on the back of his head, courtesy of Donny.

"Ow, what was that for?" He asked and Donny stared him down.

"Don't say things like that. Every woman is beautiful in her own way and you, ya bastard, need to learn to appreciate them." Donny scolded and Raymond frowned, looking at Santana who nodded, agreeing with Donny, "There's not enough men out there that embrace a woman whole heartedly for everything she is and everything she's not. You need to be one of those men or ya'll never get married to a decent woman. Understand?"

Raymond sighed and nodded, "Yeah, alright, I get it." He said and sulked as he ate his fries. Benji smiled at the exchange and Santana smiled as well. She'd always admired Donny for how good his heart was. They'd been best friends growing up and she still considered him one of her best friends. He was one of those rare species of men that isn't shallow in the slightest and appreciates everything in his life. Of course, he's still a man, but he's a good man. A worthy man.

"How's that girl you were seeing, Donny?" Santana asked, swallowing a bite. Donny sighed and shook his head.

"It didn't work out." He said and put his burger down, licking his finger tips, "She had to move back to San Francisco for work and she said that she didn't want to do the whole long distance thing. We still talk, ya know, we're friends. But that's all."

"Alright, well, you'll find someone who lives here in no time." Santana said and took a bite of her burger as Donny smiled and picked his up again.

"Thanks, San. I've actually got my eye on someone already." He said and took a bite. Santana finished chewing and spoke.

"Really? Who?" She asked, "Anybody I know?"

"I don't know, you may know her. Name's Elizabeth Schiffer. She works across the street at the frozen yoghurt place."

"Oh, the hot brunette?" Santana asked, earning a nod. She chuckled and nudged Donny's shoulder, "She's gorgeous."

"Yeah," he said with a nod and took another bite.

"You should ask her out. I'm sure she has her eye on you, you're one fine piece of man." Santana complimented and Donny smiled as he chewed, the apples of his cheeks tinging red. Santana finished off her burger and wiped her hands on her napkin before ruffling Donny's hair and gulping down the rest of her coffee, "Alright, fellas. I gotta go." She said, putting down a couple bucks to pay for her food and moving to the tip box. She took out a 50 dollar bill and tucked it into Remy's tip container before saluting him with her index and middle fingers, "Thanks for lunch, Benj, it was great. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Absolutely, gorgeous, see ya tomorrow." He said and leaned against the counter. She smiled and pecked Donny's cheek and then Raymond's cheek.

"Bye, bye." She said and gave Benji a pat on the shoulder before leaving the diner. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. She had four hours to get ready to go to Rain's apartment so, she turned in direction of her own apartment. It was just down the street from the diner so she walked. It was now, walking everywhere in Los Angeles during the day, that she regretted letting her younger sister, Rebecca, use her car.

She walked and walked until she got to her apartment - it was really just a small, two bedroom house - and she took out her keys. She unlocked the door and walked in, shutting it behind her and taking off her jacket. Tiny barks caused her to turn her head in direction of the kitchen and her golden retriever puppy, Morton, came racing out of the kitchen. She smiled and got down on her haunches to pick him up. She stood up with him in her arms and smiled as he licked her face, "Hey, gorgeous boy, how you been? Did Becc feed you before she left?"

Santana made her way to the kitchen with 6 month old Morton in her arms, his head on her shoulder and his golden, furry ears brushing her neck. She smiled when she saw his empty bowl and kissed his tiny head.

"You were hungry, huh buddy?" She asked and Morton licked his nose before putting his head back on her shoulder. She chuckled and scratched his back lovingly before taking him to her room and kicking off her shoes, "Bud, I gotta take a shower. You can take one with me if ya want?"

Santana absolutely adored her puppy. She'd gotten him when he was just 8 weeks old to keep her company while her sister was on a class trip to France and he'd become like her child. He was just like a baby. He slept in her bed and he occasionally fell asleep in her arms, his head on her shoulder as she rocked side to side. They were best, best friends.

Morton blinked and squeaked out a bark. Santana smiled widely and kissed the spot between his eyes, "Alright, kiddo, shower time. We'll shower in the house bathroom because then I can put the plug in the bath and you can swim." She said and turned out of her room, walking down the hallway and turning right at the end of the hall into the house bathroom.

She had a bathroom in her room but that shower wasn't also a bath tub so she preferred to shower in the house bathroom if she was showering with Morton.

She bent her knees and put the plug in the bath before adjusting a few things and turning on the water for the shower. She held her hand under the water until it got warm and then kissed her puppy's ear before placing him in the luke warm water. He barked excitedly and bounced around in the water. Santana smiled and closed the bathroom door, taking off all her clothes and untying her hair. She put the hair tie on the sink and climbed into the shower, pulling the curtain shut and gently kicking water at Morton. He tried to catch it in his mouth and she laughed at him.

"Do I need to wash you, kiddo?" She asked and he sat down, looking up at her and barking his tiny bark. It was almost as if they understood one another, "Okay, I'll wash you when I'm done."

Morton loved the water. And he loved soap. Whenever Santana bathed him, he'd run around the tub and bark and growl with soap all over his golden fur. He looked like a barking cloud. Santana said he was pretending to be a snow dog. She loved him more than anything and her favourite thing about him were his sparkling blue eyes.

Santana began to scrub herself with a loofah and then let the water rinse her as she squirted some shower gel into the palm of her hand and then wrapped that hand around her penis, giving it three fast strokes, massaging the soap in and then letting go to rinse the soap off. She finished washing herself and then washed her hair. She thoroughly washed and rinsed it as she watched Morton bite at the water.

"Don't eat it, buddy, it's all soapy." She said gently and Morton stopped, dipping his head in and then shaking his body before lying in the water and growling at the soap bubbles.

As soon as Santana had finished washing and rinsing, she adjusted the shower head to be lower and then climbed out of the shower, the curtain open. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and sat on the bath mat.

"Okay, Morty-Mort, soap time." She said and Morton barked again. She opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a bottle of puppy shampoo. She squirted some into the palm of her hand and then splashed her free hand under the shower head. Morton trotted up to her hand and sat under the shower head, content as the warm water wet his fur. Santana rubbed her hands together and then began massaging the shampoo into Morton's fur, "You know, buddy, if we keep bathing you every third day then you'll be the softest most prettiest pup in the whole of Los Angeles."

Morton barked and his eyes sparkled. Santana believed that he knew what she was saying to him and when she saw how obedient he was, she knew he could understand her as he'd never been trained.

"Okay, turn around so I can do your tail." She instructed and he sat for a few seconds before standing and turning. He leaned forward on his front paws, his head just above the water and his tiny butt in the air earning a chuckle, "You're too cute."

Santana scrubbed his tail and the backs of his hind legs before beginning to rinse him. As soon as he was washed and rinsed, Santana shut off the water and let him play a little more, watching him excitedly trot and bounce around in the water. He played for about five minutes before sitting on his hind legs and looking at his mom. She smiled, grabbed his special bath towel - it was blue with boats and his name on it - and wrapped him in it, hoisting him into her arms and rubbing the towel all over his fur as she stood and walked back to her room.

It was safe to say she spoiled her puppy but she didn't care. As long as he still behaved like a normal puppy, she was happy. She refused to dress him up, though. Sometimes she'd put her old boxers on him if it was cold outside and she could even admit that he looked adorable but it was only occasional.

Santana put Morton down on her bed and watched as he waited for her to put something on. She pulled on a pair of briefs and a t-shirt before rubbing the towel all over him and then pulling it away. He looked up at her and she nodded. He blinked a few times before shaking out his fur and then padded his feet on the bed in the same spot. He knew it was nap time and he was getting ready to sleep.

Santana hung both their towels over the door and then pulled her covers open. She climbed into bed for a two hour nap and Morton snuggled at her stomach under the covers. To get comfortable he wiggled his way under her shirt and was eventually sleeping in her shirt with his head poking out at the neck. His tiny nose breathed onto her neck as his head rested on her collar bone. She scratched his head lovingly and then ran her fingertips down his nose as he fell asleep. She put her hand under his tiny butt and fell asleep shortly after.

When Santana woke up it was by her sister sitting next to her on her bed after having put a cup of coffee on her nightstand.

"Hey." Rebecca whispered and Santana smiled tiredly. Morton was still fast asleep in her shirt and she felt her heart grow ten sizes bigger, "I made you coffee. It's six now, so, I just thought I'd wake you up. You're going to that lady at seven, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm leaving at seven. She doesn't live far and our session starts at seven-thirty." Santana said and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she carefully propped herself up against the headboard, "How was your day?"

"Yeah, it was fine." Rebecca sighed and rolled her eyes, "You know, it really sucks when you're loving your new job and then your boss calls you Ronana."

Santana chuckled as she gently stroked Morton's soft head, "Serious?" She asked.

"Yeah, and of course, he's the boss so no one's gonna correct him and by the end of the day the guys in accounting were calling me Nana-Banana." Rebecca said and Santana chuckled, eyes closing as she laughed.

"So, you're liking working in sales, huh?" She chuckled out and Rebecca sighed and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.

"I thought so but it's now annoying." She said and Santana smiled at the teenager coming out in her sister.

"Well, it's only temporary." She said, "You're only 19, and besides, do you really wanna be a saleswoman for the rest of your life?"

"God, no, I wanna do design. It's just, I wanna enjoy the job I have, you know? It doesn't matter what job it is." Rebecca said, earning an understanding nod, "And now they don't know what my name is even. I mean, how hard is it to remember Rebecca? It's a simple name. It's a pretty name. Who the fuck names their kid Ronana?"

Santana snorted out a laugh and shook her head, "You make me laugh, Nana-Banana."

"Don't." Rebecca warned as her sister laughed. Morton heard his mom laughing and woke up, his tiny head poking out of her shirt as he licked her collar bone, "Aw, hi buddy."

Morton growled at Rebecca and she jerked back, her eyes wide and her hands up defensively. Santana frowned and looked at her puppy.

"Morton, that wasn't nice. Aunt Becc was giving you loves, why'd you do that?" She asked and Morton looked at her, whining as she raised her eyebrow in wait, "Why'd you do that, buddy?"

Morton barked quietly and Santana frowned and nodded, scratching his head as he rested it on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

"He's just tired." She said and Rebecca snorted.

"You're like the fucking dog whisperer." She said and stood, "Alright, I'm gonna go order pizza and you.." she started and looked at her watch, "...are gonna start getting ready because it's twenty past."

"Okay, hey, while I'm gone would you please feed him again? He eats dinner at eight. And mix the meat with the kibbles. And then, if he finishes at least half of it, he can have a treat. They're in this drawer," Santana said and pointed at the drawer of her nightstand, "He can only have one. And remember, only if he eats at least half of his dinner, yeah?"

"Okay, dear, do you want me to buy him new shoes?" Rebecca teased and Santana rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed and lifted Morton from her shirt. His tiny head lulled against her hand as she held him under his front legs and then placed him on his big, fluffy, square pillow. She tucked the sheet up over him and kissed his head before looking at her sister.

"Seriously, would you feed him?" She asked and Rebecca smiled and nodded.

"He's the luckiest puppy in the world." She said and then left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Santana pulled off her clothes and then laid the clothes she was going to wear on her bed. Black, loose fitting jeans. A black t-shirt, a black leather jacket, black and white sneakers, black socks and black briefs. She began to get dressed and sprayed perfume on her wrist and then rubbed her wrists together before spraying her neck and then proceeding to spray deodorant under her arms. She dug her fingers into her hair and ruffled it a little before scraping it into a messy, wavy, high ponytail. She put on very light make-up and grabbed her phone, wallet and house keys off her nightstand. She gulped down half the coffee in the mug and then put it back down.

Leaning forward on her bed, she kissed her puppy goodbye and then grabbed the mug and left her room. She put the mug in the sink and pecked her sister's cheek.

"Okay, am I forgetting anything?" She asked and her sister looked at her.

"Okay, tight briefs?" A nod, "Make-up. Good. Hair. Good. Outfit. Great. Keys?" A nod, "Wallet?" Another nod, "Phone?" Another nod, "Breath spray?"

"No." Santana said and Rebecca disappeared down the hall to the bathroom. She came back a few seconds later and handed her sister breath spray.

"Okay, condoms?"

"No." Santana replied and groaned, "I'm all over the place today."

She moved to her en suite bathroom, careful not to wake up Morton, and grabbed a few condoms from the box. She tucked them in her jean pocket and then moved back to the kitchen.

"Okay, I have condoms. Anything else?" She asked. Rebecca sighed and thought for a second before pulling Santana's car keys out of her bra and handing them to her sister, "Thanks. Do I need to fill it up?"

"No, I did already." Rebecca said and Santana bopped her nose.

"Thanks, chicken. Alright, I'll see you either a little later or tomorrow morning."

"Are you staying over?"

"God, no, I never stay over. It's just I'm only leaving there at ten-thirty and you might not be awake." Santana said as she walked to the front door with Rebecca following.

"I'll be awake." She said, "I feed the munchkin at eight, yeah?" A hum and a nod, "Meat and kibbles. Only gets a treat if he eats at least half."

"That's right." Santana said and smiled at her sister, "Okay, wish me luck."

"Good luck."

"Wish it." Santana teased and gave her sister a wave before leaving the house to go to Rain's.

Loud moans echoed through the large kitchen as Santana drilled Rain into the kitchen counter. She gritted her teeth as she pounded her cock deep into the stripper, her hands gripping the woman's hips as Rain gripped the counter as her entire upper body rested on it. Santana took her from behind as hard as possible just as she knew Rain liked it.

After having worked as an escort for a year she got to know what all of her clients liked. Whether or not they liked dirty talk, bondage, spanking. Whether or not they liked it rough or gentle. Kissing or no kissing. She knew it all about these women and Rain was not the gentle soul.

Santana brought her hand down onto Rain's ass and slammed her hips into the woman, earning a loud scream of approval, "Holy fuck, Santana!" Rain moaned and Santana grunted as sweat dripped down her back and off her brow.

They'd been going for two and a half hours in different rooms of Rain's house. She'd brought Rain to orgasm a total of nine times already and she was now aiming for the tenth. She had no idea how the woman was still functioning but Santana kept on, pushing herself to her second orgasm that night. She always came when her clients gave her head but she struggled to focus on one thing when she was fucking them. Sure, it felt good but there was always something missing for her which is why she never came as many times as her clients did. And there was a rule she'd made with herself that she would never cum while still inside of her clients. She always wore a condom but it didn't matter. She felt like cumming inside of someone was very personal and very intimate and she didn't want to do that with someone who was paying her.

"Ugh, uh, fuck! Shit, come on, fuck it, Santana! Fuck that pussy!" Rain moaned as she gripped the counter until her knuckles went white.

Santana banged into her harder and moaned as she felt the pressure building in her stomach. She thrust harder and faster and soon she felt her release. She pulled out as Rain came and yanked off her condom, stroking her dick as she shot hot ropes of cum onto Rain's back and ass. The stripper shook as Santana came all over her and she moaned loudly as it happened. Santana panted and grunted as she came down from her high and she felt her face cool down.

Rain was breathing heavily as she continued to shake, riding out her orgasm. Santana put her hands on Rain's shoulders and pressed her head between the woman's shoulder blades, almost soothing her as she came down. Her dick began to soften immediately and she sighed, moving away from Rain and throwing away the condom.

"Oh, fuck." Rain sighed and hopped off of the counter, her legs slightly weak as she held the counter for support. She brushed her hair from her face and turned to her escort, "I mean... just fuck."

Santana chuckled softly and gave the woman a smile, "You're okay?" She asked and Rain nodded as she moved around the counter and pulled her robe off the back of one of the bar stools. She put her robe on and tied it up as Santana got dressed and sat down to tie her shoes. She then stood up and untied her hair to comb her fingers through it and then tie it up again.

Rain had disappeared into her bedroom and came out seconds later with a thick envelope. She handed it to Santana and sighed, tilting her head to the side.

"It's for tonight and this coming Thursday." She said and Santana tucked it into her pocket and nodded in thanks, "You're not gonna count it?"

"Nah, I trust ya." Santana said and felt her pockets to make sure she had everything she arrived with. When it was certain she did she pulled out her car keys and gave Rain a smile, "I'll see you Thursday, yeah?"

"Yeah. Thanks for this, gorgeous. You fucked my brains out as always." Rain said and Santana smiled gratefully, pecking her cheek and letting herself out.

Santana wasn't friends with her clients - but she occasionally flirted with them. And she was sweet if that's what they needed from her. They were paying her to do what they wanted for their limited time with her so whatever it was that they wanted, she'd do.

She climbed into her car and pulled out of Rain's driveway and onto the road. She lightly honked the horn before driving away. It took her fifteen minutes to get home and once she walked through the front door, she sighed.

"Becc, I'm home." She muttered, tossing her car keys onto the table by the door and picking up that days mail. She went through the envelopes and set aside Rebecca's mail. There were two envelopes for her sister, one for her and the rest were bills. She picked up her sisters mail and left the bills by the door to deal with the next day. She made her way down the hall to Rebecca's room and knocked, waiting for permission to enter.

"Come in." She heard her sister mumble tiredly and she opened the door, walking right in and putting the two envelopes on Rebecca's nightstand before pecking her forehead.

"Good night, mija." She whispered and shut off the lamp. She left the room and locked the house, switching off all the lights and going to her bedroom. Morton was fast asleep on his big fluffy pillow, his tummy round and well fed and his tiny little paws touching the corner of Santana's pillow. She smiled and put her envelope down on her nightstand before taking off her clothes and putting on the t-shirt and briefs she wore for her nap. She climbed into bed and pulled Morton's pillow closer to her, running her hand down his fluffy back and picking up the envelope.

She read the front and frowned. It said: Whoever's living here.

She tore it open and pulled out the letter. She unfolded it and began reading the bubbly handwriting.

Dear Whoever's living at number 12,

Hi. I know this is sudden and you may be a little weirded out but you are currently living in the house next to my grandma. She lives in number 11. She's like, pretty old. Like, 89, and I know this is weird but I wanted to know if you could be like, really nice and just like, you know, check on her every so often? I'm not talking like every day but once a week would be great.

See, she doesn't know how to use a phone and when I call her she doesn't answer because she has no idea how. And I would write to her but she doesn't even know that she gets mail. I was there visiting her two weeks ago. I'm the blonde one. I don't know if you maybe saw me but if you did then you know I'm not a liar and if you didn't, I swear, I'm not a liar.

My grandma's name is Adalaide and she's super nice. She makes really good cookies too. I know that this is a lot to ask of you - especially 'cause I don't know you - but the people that live at number 10 are mean and my beepa died last year so, meema's all alone.

Look, I'm sorry I'm being so forward but she means a lot to me and if you could please just check on her or maybe sit with her for like an hour every Sunday, she'd really like that and I'd worry less.

I've written my address on the inside of the envelope so, you can write back if you'd like. I'd give you my number but I don't know if you know how to use a phone. I mean, I have no idea how old you are, so... if you do know how to use a phone then let me know in your letter when or if you write back and I'll write you my number.

Again, sorry to ask so much of you but it'd really help a lot.

Thanks,

Brittany Pierce.