AN: Hi! For those of you waiting for an update of Young & Restless or the first part of "The Queen and Quinn" - I'm terribly sorry, but real life is a bit busy at the moment and this is a story that just wouldn't leave me. It was so bad that I couldn't even focus on studying. So I decided to just go ahead and write it.

This is an AU with genderswap. Quinn is a man, Quinten. I deliberately chose to change the name despite "Quinn" being unisex, just to make it more obvious that Quinn's a man. Santana and Quinten are lawyers. This fic is set at their workplace. Santana is horny, but too busy to get a regular hook-up, so she just goes through the employee database in search of a good fuck when she stumbles upon Quinten, a relatively new guy.

Santana doesn't feel guilty as she's going through the employee database on her computer. She's a good lawyer winning a lot of cases, so naturally that means she's a busy woman. She doesn't have the time nor the mind to do an effort when she's not sure of the result. She doesn't feel like dolling up, putting on her sexiest dress, snagging herself a man to sleep with only to find out that he's not all that down there, or that he is all that but can't do anything with it.

Unfortunately, this means that she hasn't had sex in months. Yes, she's got a very nice corner office with two comfortable couches and even an ensuite shower, but she worked damn hard for it. And maybe she batted an eyelash or two, but she'd never have accomplished this position at her age if she weren't damn good at what she does. The only problem is that she's a very sexual being and she's got needs, too.

After reaching the last name, she sighs. No hot or trustworthy women who'd keep it to themselves. She types in a few commands, changing her search from 'female' to 'male'. A man is more likely to shut up in hopes of a repeat anyway. She's about desperate for someone who will do when she reaches the 'F'.

Then she smirks.

Of course.

Quinten Fabray.

He's fairly new, but hot damn, is he good-looking. He's rather tall, has a strong jaw, piercing hazel eyes. Dirty blonde hair that's just the right kind of messy and a light stubble that really gets her going when she thinks about rubbing her hard tits against it. It also helps that she's caught him checking out her ass a few times in passing. She quickly reads through his file. Not married. Good. Not that she'd care either way, but he's less likely to put up much resistance. About her age. Perfect.

She takes her phone and calls her assistent, Anna, asking her to bring in Quinten Fabray immediately. She quickly checks her hair and make-up in the mirror and perches herself on top of her desk, crossing her legs as well as she can. She's glad she put on her high-waist black pencil skirt and her pearly white shirt. She decides to open a few buttons, knowing it'll bring attention to her cleavage. She still doesn't regret that summer surgery in high school because the doctors did a damned good job. That brings her to another idea. She jumps off her desk while unbuttoning her shirt and as she walks around her desk, she takes her bra off. She hides it in a drawer, buttons her shirt back up and tucks it in her skirt, jumping back on her desk.

She hears a knock and smirks. "Come in," she calls out.

Quinten enters nervously, clearly a bit confused as to why he's being called into her office. He swallows visibly when he takes in the sight in front of him.

"Quinten."

"Miss Lopez."

Oh shit, she never knew he had such a deep, warm, sultry voice.

"Come here." He walks up to her. Santana decides to get straight to the point. "Are you gay?" You never know he was checking out her ass to inspect her outfit, even though she'd be surprised if she can go by the lust in his eyes that she noticed when she once turned and winked at him, making him blush furiously.

"No, I'm not. But I'd hope it wouldn't be a problem if I was."

Santana smiles - not genuinely. In all honesty, she couldn't care less, especially since she's open herself, but it'd put quite the damper on this visit. She's starting to like the idea of fucking this guy more and more.

"Of course not. Now tell me, how big is your penis?"

"Excuse me?"

Santana rolls her eyes. "How big is your penis? Length, girth?"

"I don't understand why-"

Santana sighs and her hand flies out. She's cupping his crotch before he knows what's happening. She smiles when she feels the soft package in her hand. It feels large, at least.

"Now, now, Quinten. Are you going to tell me how big it is or am I going to have to find out myself?"

He's momentarily stunned, and Santana is not very patient. Especially not when she's horny. So she's unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers by the time he gathers his wits, and his pants are on his ankles by the time he replies. "In erection, 8.5 inches long. Girth is about 5 inches."

Santana cocks and eyebrow and whistles. "Impressive."

Now that she's come this far, she doesn't see why she shouldn't be taking a look for herself. She hooks her thumbs behind the waistband of his boxer shorts and tugs it down. She bites her lip when she sees that he's not circumcised - she doesn't see that often, but she definitely prefers it. It just feels so good inside of her. She presses her legs together, her clit almost throbbing at the thought.

When she looks up, she sees that Quinten is blushing again. It's cute as fuck and she wonders why she's never noticed this man before. He's hot and also kind of adorable. He seems to be paralysed, neither pulling up his pants and dashing out of the office nor making a move on her.

Santana hops off the desk and trails his dick with her index finger, smiling when she feels it twitch under her touch. She takes his hand and puts it on her ass, circling it a few times before letting go. She's glad when he leaves his hand there and even squeezes her ass softly, a breathy moan escaping his lips. He curses under his breath when she presses her body into him and stands lightly on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: "I want you to fuck me, Quinten. I'm a horny woman and I need your hard dick in my tight, wet pussy."

Then, he finally snaps. Letting go of her ass, he swiftly moves in to kiss her, his hands tugging the shirt from her skirt and unbuttoning it rapidly, effortlessly. She loves a man who knows what he's doing.

He slides her shirt over her shoulders and groans when he notices the lack of a bra. He cups her tits in his large hands, his soft, moist lips now moving to her neck. She moans in relief. It's been entirely too long since she hooked up with someone who knew instinctively how to handle her. And it's been especially too long since someone knew how to touch her tits like that.

She runs a hand through his hair, ending at his neck. She leaves her hand there, leading his face up again so she can kiss him again. She doesn't even know why - she's not even that fond of kissing, but that's probably because most people seem to be such rubbish at it. Quinten, however, kisses her in a way that makes something flare in the pit of her stomach, in a way that makes her lose her mind with how soft and moist his tongue is, the way he moves it just right, uses it just right. It makes her forget about everything else.

When he starts to unbotton her skirt, she reluctantly puts her hand on his wrist. He stops the kiss, looking confused. Damn, that face is perfect. "Just to be clear - this is between us," she insists. "So I don't want you bragging about it anyone. If I hear any rumour at all, you're fired and I'll make sure you'll never practise law again."

He smirks (and it arouses her so) and shrugs. "Wouldn't dream of it," he answers before kissing her again. She brings her hand to his dick, which is now semi-erect. She wraps her hand around it and with a few firm tugs, she has him squirming on the spot. Just when she thinks he's putty in her hands, he surprises her by taking control of the situation again. She reluctantly lets go of that delicious dick when he tugs her skirt down and she steps out of it. Her panties are soaked and she's glad she always has some extra clothes in the office in case she needs to change and doesn't have the time between work and whatever event she has to attend.

He trails his hand from her chest over her stomach to her panties and runs his fingers over them. She buckles into his touch when he presses that little bit harder where her clit is. He smirks again and hooks his finger behind the tissue of her panties, near her thigh, and slides it downwards. Air tickles her swollen wet pussy, the back of his finger barely touching her outer lips. She moans when he lets go and her panties snap back against her wet lips.

"I can smell you," he says, his voice laced with arousal.

She looks at him and really can't understand how she's never thought of fucking him before. That strong jaw, those delicate yet defined features. How he doesn't look scruffy, but not overly clean and decent like most lawyer guys either. How his suit fits him so well.

She willingly cooperates when he slides her panties down over her legs. He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into him, his dick rubbing against her naked pussy, one hand man-handling her tit. She grinds into him a few times before bringing her hand to his dick again. She dropsto her knees and reaches for the very tip of his dick, squeezing his head and foreskin in a pulsing manner. A surprised moan escapes his lips. "Holy shit," he breathes. "Holy fuck. How... shit... wow." He bucks into her, unable to control himself.

Santana smirks and lets go, wrapping her pouty lips around his rapidly hardening member. She moves her mouth smoothly up and down, creating a fantastic rhythm. She fondles his balls. Just when he's getting into it, she comes up completely, sucking the very tip of his foreskin. She's still holding on to it with her lips, stretches it, sucking it really hard, then lets go of it and continues with the blow job. From the sound of it, Quinten Fabray has no idea what is happening to him but enjoying every second of it more than anything he's ever enjoyed in his life. Every few head thrusts, she repeats this. When she stops completely to stick the tip of her tongue inside his foreskin and licks it gently, then goes back to blowing him, he falls forward and grips the edge of the desk, breathing heavily. Luckily, Santana's reflexes are on point and she just takes his entire length into her mouth, thankful of losing that gag reflex a long time ago. The tip of her nose touches his pelvis and he thrusts into her mouth a couple of times. Then, to her surprise, he pulls out.

His dick is hard, throbbing and wet and she is fucking wild for it. He pulls her up and leads her to the floor-to-ceiling window. He turns her around and kisses her neck, rubbing his hard dick against her ass cheeks.

"Fuck, Quinten, someone might see me," she hisses.

He grabs her tits and palms them again, lightly squeezing and then rubbing her nipples with his thumbs and index fingers, lightly tugging them. Her tits fit in his hands perfectly. It feels so damn good.

"Someone just might," he whispers in her ear. Then he grabs his dick and rubs it against her inner thighs, prompting her to open her legs wider. He pushes the head of his dick inside and they moan simultaneously.

He pushes further into her and she throws her head back, unable to believe how good it feels to be stretched like this. He keeps going, one hand trailing down to her stomach, pressing the flat of his hand against her belly button. She breathes heavily as he sucks the pulse point on her neck. She's wet and tight around him and as he moves further inside her, he's met with more and more resistance but her pussy always giving in to him. Finally, he fills her to the hilt. She sighs contently, but then he moves his hand from her navel to her pussy and slides two fingers under her folds, pressing them right under her clit and moving downwards, still applying pressure. He scratches a few times, with the pads of his fingers. She grinds into him and then he moves his fingers up. He circles her clit with his middle finger, right at the edge. His hand cups her pussy and while he rubs her clit, the heel of his hand is pressing against her.

Quinten's really into making sure she's enjoying it and she can't say she's met many guys like that. Most of them just want to stick their dick inside her, push a few times until they're done and they're out.

"You like that?" he whispers in her ear, his breath hot and his voice smooth. "Someone might see you. Someone might be watching you ride my hard dick like a little slut."

She moans. Dammit, dirty talk never turns her on.

He lets go of her tits and slides his other hand over her stomach. At the same time, he starts moving his dick inside her, pumping inside her at an incredible pace. He runs his hand over to her back and presses the heel against the small of her back, her tits smashing against the window. She sucks in her breath at the mix of sensations - her hard nipples against the cold glass, Quinten's big, hard dick pounding her, his finger rubbing her clit, the heels of his hands pressing against her pelvis and the small of her back (his hand being large enough that his fingers reach her sides), and the idea that someone in the building across the street might actually see her. Then Quinten lets go of her pussy and opens her lips before pushing it against the window as well. She's now fully exposed. His hands are on her hips now and he keeps her pushed against the cold glass windows, hard nipples and hard clit stimulated by the friction caused by the movements her body makes when being pounded like that. The added sensation of his saft sliding in and out of his foreskin makes her go insane.

Her walls squeeze his hard member so good and she throws her hands behind her, locking her fingers behind his neck. He breathes heavily as well, thrusting into her with long, hard strokes.

Then he goes harder.

And harder.

And harder.

She stifles a scream and screws her eyes shut. It's becoming too much, her throbbing walls sucking him in, trapping him inside, her nipples and clit rubbing against the cold glass. Sweat trickles down their bodies, both breathing heavily. With a few final thrusts, she comes hard around his dick, clenching him. It's enough to send him reeling. His balls tighten and then finally, he shoots his warm, sticky load inside of her, rope after rope.

They're both shaking and sigh when he pulls out of her.

"Shit," Santana suddenly realises, turning around.

"What is it?" Quinten's still panting.

She motions to his dick. "We forgot about a condom," she says, appalled. Suddenly, the implications dawn on her. She's not one to stress easily, but holy shit. "Shit, Quinten! I so can't handle a baby right now. Fuck! I can't give up my career now that I've come so far, what the fuck am I going to do when-"

"Relax," Quinten says, pulling her into a tight embrace. "You're not going to be pregnant. Are you on the pill?"

She shakes her head. "No. My period's regular and I didn't exactly plan this encounter weeks on beforehand."

"Okay, you can still take the morning after pill, right?"

"Yes." Damn, how could she panic before she thought of that? She squints her eyes and draws back a little, looking at him. "You don't have an STD, do you?"

"Focus, Lopez. It's your own policy that the people working under you have regular check-ups with their doctors because you said yourself that lawyers sometimes have a hard time keeping it in their pants and you want to avoid them being sued by crazy clients. I had my last check-up three weeks ago and I'm clean. I also clean my dick thoroughly every day. No worries there."

"Okay. Okay." She takes a deep breath. "Thankyou," she mumbles as an afterthought, not really comfortable being so vulnerable.

"Alright," Quinten says. "Can I use your shower?"

"Yeah," she smiles. "But I'm joining you."

"Awesome," he grins. He opens his shirt and takes it off, exposing his bare upper body. Santana drools. His abs are to die for, his guns are amazing and he definitely works out, but he's not pumped up like so many others. He knows when to stop, so he doesn't look like a wannabe bodybuilder, but not like a scrawny mouse either.

She stops him when he moves to turn around. She takes the sight of a completely naked Quinten in and nearly swoons. "Where the fuck have you been hiding?" she wonders out loud, her eyes raking over his body.

"I haven't been hiding at all," he smirks before turning around.

Damn. Dat ass. And that lower back. And those shoulders. As she follows him to the shower, she realises that even though she rarely fucks the same guy twice, she wonders if she'll ever want anyone else again after Quinten Fabray. The thought scares her a little, just like the fact that he took control of her so easily and she just lets it happens scares her a little. But she doesn't mind.

Then she remembers the seats in her state of the art shower and she plans fully to top him.

AN 2: I hope you enjoyed it! If there's enough interest, I can write a "sequel" in the shower, but I'll only be able to do so at the end of January.

Also, I have to mention that the part where she gives him a blowjob and does some "tricks" actually doesn't come from me. I was doing a bit of research, for lack of a better word, because I couldn't decide whether Quinten was circumcised or not, so I looked up pro and cons. Those "tricks" are from a forum where an uncircumcised guy describes being happy at his state because his girlfriend did those things to him and he didn't know something could feel that good, so I pretty much adapted that. So credit goes to ToaVelocida on the forum of enotalone for describing it and his girlfriend for performing the act ;)

So let me know if you want me to continue at the end of the month! I'll also update Y&R then and get the first part for Q&Q up then.