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When You Think to Lose Your Memory Is There Anything That Can Obtain Done headed for Help?
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Fakery, Straight course, Repetition <\p>
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Does i Work? <\p>
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Better Remember (Chapter 2)
Camila is a socialite in her 20s, and has a reputation for being wild. In an effort to clean up her image, she hosts a dinner party for the participants in the next national show choir championship in New York. There, she meets g!p Lauren.
Link to the original:http://archiveofourown.org/works/787275/chapters/1517981
Camila and Lauren stumbled into the dark apartment, a stifle of giggles preventing them to sneak in unnecessarily in Camila’s home. Behind them, Francis locked the door and turned the lights on. Bathing the entire apartment in a pearly white glow, the aloof butler bade his mistress good night, despite Camila being… busy. Her lips attached to Lauren’s neck, and her hand cupping a small breast, Camila rubbed up into the high schooler’s body, eliciting whimpers and gasps from her pretty mouth.
“Are you hard again?” Camila smirked, cupping the bulge tucked in Lauren’s compression shorts. She nodded, her hips jutting into Camila’s palm in a desperate attempt to receive the delicious pressure of Camila’s hand. “I just sucked you off in the car, babe.”
Lauren swallowed hard, her cheeks warm and tinged with a faint flush. She gripped Camila’s wrist and humped into her fist. “I’ve never felt this good before.” She gritted out. “And I was just thinking about your mouth again…”
Camila hoisted Lauren up, her slender legs entwining around Camila’s waist, as she carried the younger girl into her bedroom. Her lips latched onto Lauren’s pulse point, and Camila licked the patch of skin that fluttered beneath her tongue. Lauren made a noise, a cross between a shriek and a moan, and Camila made another tally in her mental list of Lauren’s sexy sounds.
Kicking the door to her bedroom open, Camila tossed the smaller girl onto her large bed with a grin when Lauren burst into a bout of adorable giggles. Camila kicked off her heels and unclasped her jewellery, which she placed in a box on top of her armoire. She knew what she was doing to Lauren by the way the younger girl’s breath was seemed to rise and fall in shallow gasps. Camila faced Lauren and leaned against her closet, her fingers gliding all over her sides. The low rustle of the zipper falling away made Lauren’s eyes dilate, Camila saw, and her inhalation to hitch.
This was so unlike her previous one-night stands, because to Camila, she was already in wanting to go to bed, to sleep, to wake up and have Lauren curled against her body as the morning sun kissed them awake. She was getting ahead of herself, she felt, but Lauren made her view her thoughts as inane. Why think of anything else, when a beautiful girl like Lauren was waiting for Camila to get naked and jump her?
Ignoring the musings of her brain for the time being, Camila allowed her dress to fall off her body like leaves off a tree. Or like how a woman like Camila falls for a woman like Lauren—a thought Camila ignored. More on that later.
She kicked off her dress, not caring if she would regret it tomorrow, and crawled over to Lauren with a salacious smile. Lauren, her own black dress hiked up her thigh, couldn’t repress her shudder of anticipation. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and it clung to the every ragged breath they took.
Camila pried open Lauren’s legs and trailed a path of kisses along her inner thigh. The younger girl watched her with heady eyes, and as Camila neared her pulsing dick, Lauren gulped and squeezed Camila’s shoulder. “Can I… Can I try something? I’ve always wanted to—“ Camila cupped her cheek and nipped her lower lip. “Can I see you?”
“Get naked for me first.” Camila ordered, tugging Lauren up to yank her dress off her slender body. The younger girl yelped, but Camila ignored her as she unclasped Lauren’s bra and threw her compression shorts in some corner of the room. Now that Lauren was stark naked before her, Camila had to summon every bit of restraint in her body to not just devour her.
From Lauren’s breasts, her pink nipples, her stomach, her thighs, her calves… Camila could be content to just sit and stare. “You are so… So sexy. I can’t even believe a high school girl can be this attractive. Have you seen yourself?”
Lauren blushed. “I see myself daily.” She muttered, sitting up to grasp Camila’s curves. It was the first time in a long time that Camila shuddered at a mere touch of her bare skin. “But enough about me. I-it’s my first time and I can only hope to be half as good as your sexual partners from the past.”
“Don’t even worry about that.” Camila smiled and tilted Lauren’s chin upwards for a peck to her puckered mouth. “Seriously, Lauren. I’m sure you’ll be amazing.” She winked and stripped herself naked, her pussy leaking with excitement at the way Lauren stared at her, and at the way her cock stood in rapt attention.
“Lay back,” Camila said, pushing Lauren down on the bed. “I’m going to ride your face. That sexy little mouth.” She smirked, dipping the tip of her thumb in between Lauren’s lips before hovering her soaked pussy above Lauren’s parted mouth. She could feel the brunette’s hot breath tickling the inside of her slick thighs. Lauren’s arms looped around her legs, her mouth latched onto her clit, and sucked.
Lauren’s technique, for lack of a better word, was sloppy, but Camila couldn’t blame her. This was her first time eating a girl out, after all, but for her lack of technique, she made up in enthusiasm. Her tongue darted in and out of Camila’s grasping entrance, her lips dragging across the brunette’s labia. The gasp burst out of Camila’s mouth like a sheet of paper being ripped apart, as she gripped the headboard that turned her knuckles white.
“Fuck, oh fuck…” Camila fisted a handful of Lauren’s hair and humped her sucking mouth. She watched Lauren and her brows knit in concentration, just as Camila’s entire body shuddered at the way Lauren’s tongue curled inside her soaking cunt. “Right there, baby.” Camila’s thighs thrummed against Lauren’s cheek, and when she nuzzled into them, Camila was unable to repress the low, desperate moan that almost choked her.
“You’re actually really good at this.” She commented with a breathless grin. Lauren looked up at her and winked, her mouth buried against Camila’s core like it was meant to be there. Palming the curves of Camila’s ass, Lauren took her clit into her mouth again and licked, rough and messy, and with a lot of slurping and sucking noises.
“That’s it… Suck on that pussy.” Camila’s body arched and she humped into Lauren’s tongue and her lips harder, faster, until she reached her peak. “Oh!” She screamed her pleasure with Lauren’s name, her pussy clenching and grasping around the younger girl’s tongue as it continued to dart in and out of Camila’s entrance. Her juices trickled out of her pussy, and Lauren didn’t hesitate in licking it all up.
Rolling off of the girl’s mouth, only to moan at the sight of her glistening cum coating Lauren’s chin and cheeks. Camila leaned in to suck it all off of her skin, and the brunette shivered. Her nails dug into the rippling skin of Camila’s back, as the older woman reached down and gripped her cock in her tight fist.
“In a scale of one to ten, how much do you want me to ride your big dick?” Camila husked, her lips gliding against her jaw, her hand pumping up and down Lauren’s cock. The girl writhed and swallowed hard.
“Fifteen,” she managed to spit out, her hips rising off the bed to fuck herself into Camila’s twisting hand. “N-no, more than that. Camila, please.”
Smirking, Camila took Lauren’s cock in between her lips and suckled on the tip. The action caused the brunette to gasp, and it stirred Camila to swirl her tongue around the head, as it dribbled out beads of clear precum. Releasing Lauren’s cock with a pop, Camila straddled the younger girl’s stomach and ground her drenched pussy against her. Lauren hissed and gripped Camila’s waist. “You’re soaking.” She murmured, almost reverently, that Camila simply had to lean down and kiss her on the mouth.
“I am.” She grinned, scooting back so that Lauren’s cock slipped in between her pussy lips. Camila rolled her hips, gripping the younger girl’s shoulders and gasping each time the tip of her cock dipped inside her wet hole. Lauren whimpered and thrust upwards. “Ah, ah.” Camila chastised her with a peck to her lips, her hips never ceasing the circles she was making. “Beg me.”
Lauren’s teary eyes sparkled and Camila watched the way her chest heaved. “P-please…” The younger girl gasped out. “I’ve never been so hard in my entire life. I swear I’m going to burst if I don’t feel you—though on second thought, I’d probably burst either way.” Lauren blabbered, and Camila laughed.
“You are so adorable.” She gushed, cupping Lauren’s face and kissing her, just as she sank down on Lauren’s thick cock. The brunette arched off the bed, her nails digging into Camila’s thighs. They moaned in unison, Camila due to the stretch, and Lauren due to the scalding heat of Camila’s pussy. “Oh wow… You’re big.”
Lauren bit her lip, took Camila’s breasts in her hands, and thumbed at her nipples until they were stiff peaks. She sat up and drew them in her mouth, suckling on the buds as Camila rode her cock. “Oh my god, this is so good.” Lauren choked out when the older woman clenched her muscles around her thickness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Camila bounced faster, and when Lauren pressed her fingers against her slippery clit, screamed at the jolt of pleasure that shot up her spine. “Q-Camila, Camila oh my god I’m going to—“ Lauren swallowed hard, her nails forming crescents against Camila’s pale skin. “S-should I pull out?”
“No.” Camila pushed down and planted her palms on either side of Lauren’s head. She kissed her roughly, teeth sinking into the younger girl’s tender bottom lip. “I want to feel that hot cum explode inside me.”
Struggling for the ability to breathe, Lauren bisected her attention between rubbing Camila’s slick clit in between her fingers as she pumped her hips up into Camila’s ass. Skin clapped against skin, and it took a few more shallow thrusts for Lauren to completely lose control. Her cock pulsed, deep in Camila’s pussy, as both of them groaned against one another’s mouths. Lauren’s balls twitched, and more so when Camila continued to ride her in her desperate attempt to chase her own orgasm.
Camila straightened up and drew circles with her hips. She reached back and tugged at Lauren’s heavy balls as the younger girl continued to unload her cum inside her pussy. Still, Camila continued to hump Lauren’s cock, as her semen trickled out of the older woman’s pussy to coat the rest of her shaft, as well as her testicles. Flicking her fingers right against the stiff nub, Camila’s entire body seized. “Oh my god!” She wailed and collapsed on top of Lauren, her hips writhing as her pussy milked the brunette’s shaft for every last drop of her cum.
They lay, a panting mess, while Lauren rubbed Camila’s hips. She was still sheathed inside the warmth of her pussy, while her cock softened. Camila grinned to herself and kissed the hollow of Lauren’s collarbone. “Not bad for your first time.” She husked, latching onto the smaller girl’s pulse point and raking her teeth against the sensitive spot.
Lauren shuddered and allowed Camila to roll off her body. “Is sex always that awesome?” She asked.
“Sadly, no.” Camila chuckled and reached for a water bottle she always kept by her bedside. She chugged at it before handing it to Lauren, who accepted it. “Sometimes, someone who is too cocky is usually bad in bed. Usually, they’re men who think they’re god’s gift to women. Which they’re often not.” Camila shrugged and pulled the silk sheets over their sweaty bodies. “You should sleep now though. I did tell your teacher that you’ll be ready to rehearse tomorrow morning.”
But when she looked over to Lauren’s features, her eyes were already closed, and her chest rose and fell in even intervals. Camila kissed the younger girl’s forehead, and laid down beside her, limbs wrapped around Lauren’s slender frame. It took less than a minute, and Camila fell asleep.
~*~
The sun’s rays would’ve blinded Camila, if her eyes weren’t already closed. Camila heard the distinct sound of Francis’ footsteps as he tugged at the blinds, low enough to decrease the brightness in his mistress’ bedroom. She sat up and stretched, her bones popping back into place. “Good morning, Miss Cabello.” Francis greeted her. “Should I make breakfast for your companion? For the road?”
“Good morning,” she responded with a yawn. Glancing down at the lump of sheets and pillows beside her, Camila smiled and shook her head. “She’s eating with me. She said something about being vegetarian last night, so… Oh, and make sure it’s energy-boosting. She has rehearsals later.”
“Very well.” Francis walked around the room, folding clothes as he went. He placed Lauren’s clothing on top of the bureau and left to prepare breakfast.
“Toss in buttermilk biscuits and you get an A+.” Camila yawned, rolling to her side to spoon Lauren’s sleeping form. She napped for a few moments until Francis returned, the rich smells of the breakfast he prepared stirring both Camila and Lauren awake. They sat up, assisted by Francis, as he placed the tray before them. He bowed and left, leaving Camila and Lauren to their breakfast.
On Lauren’s plate was a stack of crepes, and in between each thin pancake, was an arrangement of peach slices topped with a fluffy cloud of whipped cream. The younger girl smiled in awe, as Camila proceeded to tuck in her usual breakfast of two slices of toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon.
After Francis cleared up the dishes, Lauren got dressed to return to the hotel for rehearsals, while Camila did the same so she could spend more time with the younger girl and to drop her off herself. The New York subway is no place for a tiny girl like Lauren.
Camila opened the door of her Camaro for Lauren and sped off through the streets of New York. She parked in front of the Holiday Inn where New Directions was staying. Camila eyed the building with a grimace, for its walls were sun-washed and pale, and unwelcoming. “If I knew about you earlier I would have funded for your glee clubbers to stay in one of the Cabello hotels.”
Lauren leaned over the console and placed a kiss on Camila’s puckered mouth. “It’s not that bad, really. Hotels in Lima are far worse.” She unclasped her seatbelt and sat there for a beat, as Camila wounded her hand against the back of her neck and tugged her in for a slow kiss.
Both girls were getting into it when a distant buzz of Lauren’s phone interrupted them. Lauren pulled back and reached into her pocket and pressed the green button. “Yes?”
“Yo, Jauregui! Where the hell are you?!” A feminine voice yelled at Lauren that even Camila heard it. “Mr. Schue’s flippin’ shit and look, if you don’t want the solo I can just—“
“No, Santana!” Lauren squeaked. “I’m outside the hotel. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“That’s my girl,” was the last thing Camila heard before Lauren hung up, but it was enough for her to grip the steering wheel until her knuckles paled. “I must go. Rehearsals.”
Camila nodded to show she understood. “You should call me though. During breaks.” She smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Camila soon pulled away and tapped her number into Lauren’s phone. “Go, before I decide to really keep you to myself and drive out of here.”
Giggling, Lauren got out of the car and waved goodbye to Camila as she entered through the double doors of the hotel. Camila watched her ass sway, never moving until she lost sight of her adorable—what is Lauren to her? Deciding not to think too much about the fun she was having, Camila drove back to her condominium and spent the rest of the day doing work.
But if she was being honest, she barely did anything. Her thoughts wandered off, like clouds of smoke dissipating until they formed the shape of a certain brunette girl. Camila sighed dreamily, staring off to the distant New York horizon, the sun painting gold and silver on every surface that its beams could touch. It wasn’t until her phone sang out a tune that Camila sat up in alert.
It was a text from Lauren.
Smiling like the little goof that she was, Camila replied back, promising a night out once her rehearsals were over. She told Francis that she would probably out late. As Camila pulled her car out of the garage, she placed a quick call to the maître d’hotel of the Auden Bistro-Bar. At the mere mention of her name, Camila soon got a reservation for two.
She parked her vehicle in front of the Holiday Inn, leaning against the body of her car as she waited. Camila looked over her aviators and grinned to herself as soon as she saw Lauren, dressed in a pink, yellow, white, black, and lime green striped coat, and a white beret perched on top of her adorable head. She was escorted out by one of the kids Camila remembered to be a part of Lauren’s glee club.
“Where are you going?” He seemed to whine, his puffed-up jacket giving Camila the impression that he was an immature boy who wasn’t good enough for Lauren. “Mr. Schue might be worried. And we might have rehearsals again, and I need help with my dance steps—“
“Finn, I told Mr. Schue where I’m going so it’s none of your business.” Lauren said patiently. Her eyes met Camila’s, and a silent message of ‘just a second’ was exchanged between them. The brunette nodded and continued to wait. “If you need help with your dancing, ask Brittany. She’s the dancer of the group.”
“Yeah, but—“
Lauren scurried away from Finn and got in Camila’s car before the teenage boy could say anything else. Camila zoomed away, leaving the boy with the puffy jacket standing on the sidewalk, his mouth gaping open for flies and other assortment of bugs to park in. Meanwhile, Camila drove to a building near New York’s meat-packing district. She parked, and across the street, was an Alexander McQueen store.
“What are we doing here?” Lauren asked, her eyes wide and unassuming. Camila smiled and, as much as she wanted to haul Lauren’s cute ass back to her condominium, she felt that the young girl deserved a night out.
“We need to get you a new dress.” Camila explained while walking inside the store. A sleek-haired woman wearing a mauve dress that clung to her body and exposed her back greeted Camila with familiarity. “And Auden has a dress code. And I want to splurge on you a little.” The Cabello heir grinned and kissed the top of Lauren’s head. “Sandra, I need a dress.”
After a series of fittings, Lauren emerged from the store wearing a bandage knit mini-dress that exposed her leg mileage. Her hair was styled so that curls fell out of the loose bun, thus framing her gorgeous face. Diamonds sparkled on Lauren’s ears, and a gold link bracelet was clasped around her wrist. Camila stared in awe, and licked her lips at the delectable transformation of Lauren.
“Wow.”
“Really?” The teenager smiled demurely, as she tugged the hem of her dress lower. Camila grasped her wrist and pinned it over Lauren’s head, as she leaned down for a kiss. “These must be so expensive, I can’t—“
“You look amazing.” She murmured, interrupting Lauren’s tirade with another kiss. She checked her watch for the time. “Our reservation is at seven, so we better get going.”
Once the valet parked Camila’s Camaro, she tucked Lauren’s arm in hers and strode inside without stopping to confirm with the maître d’hotel about her reservations. There was no need for her to do so, since the host knew who she was. They took charge of a table overlooking a window, and once they were seated, Camila snapped her hand out and the host simply handed her the gilded menu.
“Do you drink, Lauren?” Camila asked as she perused the menu that she knew by heart. Glancing up at Lauren, who looked like a perfect mix of excited and nervous, Camila leaned forward and squeezed her hand. “Shall I order some wine?”
“No thank you.” Lauren replied and looked up at the maître. “Sparkling water will do for drinks. Thank you.”
“How about starters for the two lovely ladies?”
As Camila and Lauren listed off their dinner, the brunette reached for her wineglass—filled with sparkling water—and took a sip. Their meal arrived without preamble, mostly due to the fact that Camila Cabello was in the house. It usually meant faster service.
Starting off with the tomato soup and grilled jersey girl Colby sandwich for Camila, and the roasted beet and apple salad for Lauren, the two ladies ate and conversed amidst the calm atmosphere of the Auden. Eventually, Camila got around to asking about Lauren’s future plans.
“I’d love to be in New York.” Lauren admitted softly, the warm glow of the candle lights casted glints of gold and hazel in the young girl’s eyes. “I’m planning to audition to NYADA in my senior year. And probably Juilliard.”
Camila tucked the nugget of information for future use. “I’m sure you’re talented enough. You are here for Nationals, aren’t you? And you’re just a junior. That would look good in your application.”
Their entrees arrived, and a plate of steaming herb crusted cod with a side of frites landed in front of Camila, while Lauren’s eggplant parmesan came surrounded by mozzarella arepas. They ate, the conversation lulling as the food distracted them.
The plate of pumpkin cheesecake came and went, and soon it was about time for Lauren to head back to her hotel. Despite Camila’s insistence that she could talk to Mr. Schuester for her, Lauren simply smiled and kissed her cheek. “As much as I would love to spend another night of… activities with you…” Lauren swung to and fro, the paper bag of her previous attire tucked underneath her arm. “My friends…”
“I understand.” Camila wrapped her arms around Lauren’s waist and kissed her cheeks and neck. “But you owe me.” She said, and felt the younger girl smile.
“I know. But I’ll only owe you if you come watch us perform tomorrow.”
Camila pulled back and looked at Lauren as if she was joking. “Are you kidding? Me, miss your show?” She poked Lauren’s cute nose and claimed her mouth into a deep kiss, her lips tugging on the younger girl’s lower lip. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She watched Lauren head inside, while a fast fluttering of the muscles of her heart thrummed inside her chest. Camila chuckled to herself and pulled out her phone. “Hello, show choir committee? I need a ticket for your show tomorrow.” She looked up at the bright, silver sliver of the moon that illuminated her path. “This is Camila Cabello.”
Better Remember (Chapter 1)
A/N: So its my first time posting here and if you want the original here’s the link http://archiveofourown.org/works/787275/chapters/1485438
“Miss Cabello, your… mother is here to see you.” Francis, her butler, whispered to the lumpy mess that made up the king-sized bed of the New York loft that was owned by one Camila Cabello. She raised her messy brunette head and looked around, finding at least three, very naked women in bed with her.
"What? Why?“ Camila demanded, rolling over to bury her face in between soft breasts, the girl to whom they were connected to, giggled and pressed them flush against Camila’s. "Tell her I’m busy.” She grinned at the three women who were now awake, and naked as the day they were born. Hair curtained their shoulders, draped across their bare breasts. Camila yanked the covers off their bodies and licked her lips, left hand already creeping up their thighs, right hand cupping a breast.
"I’m afraid I can’t do that, miss. She is rather… perturbed.“
"Darn it, Francis.” Camila sat up and rubbed the sleep off her eyes. “Sorry ladies, I’ll just have to get back to you.” She winked, pulled on her crimson paisley smoking jacket, and tied it securely over her body. “Make sure to give them breakfast, okay?” Camila ordered her butler as she stepped out of the master’s bedroom and into the living room, where her mother, along with a woman that Camila had never met, was sitting on her couch. “Well hello, mother.”
Sinu Cabello scowled at her daughter. “You didn’t even bother getting dressed? Where are your manners?”
"On the bed, along with three gorgeous girls I picked up last night.“ Camila yawned, taking the cup of espresso Francis held out for her. "Mmm, thanks.” She sipped the strong brew until it was finished. “Will you please tell me why you’re here so I can get back to my plans?”
"That involves you getting venereal diseases from strangers? I don’t think so.“
"Mother, don’t be insulting.” Camila rolled her eyes and sat back into her reclining seat. “And they don’t have diseases.”
"I’m sure that’s what they tell everyone. As if they’d tell you they have HIV!“ Sinu rolled her eyes and jerked her head at the woman who was standing idly. "This is Eleanor, your new publicist.”
Camila was halfway through biting a croissant when she paused. “Why do I need a publicist for?”
The glare Sinu shot her daughter was in no way friendly. “Because, Camila Cabello, have you seen the tabloids for this morning?” She drew out a folded piece of newspaper and threw it on the coffee table. Front page and center was Camila and the three girls who were currently on her bed. The headline read: ‘Cabello Heir Out For Another Wild Night!’
At this, Camila rolled her eyes. “So? It was a wild night.”
"So?!“ Sinu screeched and slapped Camila upside the head with the newspaper. "You are sullying the Cabello name! Your father is certainly not pleased, young lady.” She took a deep, calming breath. “You need to clean up your act.”
"I’m only twenty six.“ Camila mumbled. "I deserve to have some fun before I’m thirty, because we all know it goes downhill from there.”
"This is where Eleanor comes in.“ Sinu said, ignoring her daughter’s comment. "What are your ideas, dear?”
The woman wearing the pencil skirt and an expression that showed how eager she was to prove herself sat up and drew out a sheet of paper from her binder. “The national show choir championship is to be held in New York next week.” She offered the flyer to Camila, who took it. “Perhaps, Miss Cabello can host a dinner party for the participants a few days before their big competition. It’s also a good way for Miss Cabello to be known by the show choir committee, allowing her to be a member of the panel of judges, perhaps?”
"That’s good.“ Sinu said, nodding. "The arts are important, after all.”
"Show choir? Isn’t that just the fancy name for glee club?“ Camila asked with a laugh. "You want me to hang out with a bunch of annoying high school kids before they break off into song and dance in front of thousands of people to see who can do it better?” Camila threw her head back and cackled. “No freaking way!”
"How are the preparations coming along, Francis?“ Camila asked as she applied a thin layer of crimson lipstick. She fingered her curls and made sure that nothing was out of place for her. It may be a party of sorts for high school kids, but it was no excuse to be sloppy.
"The hors d'oeuvres are prepared, Miss Cabello.” Franics said in his hoarse voice as Camila clasped a pair of diamond earrings. “There are four varieties and they are cranberry horse radish canapés, fried oysters, brioche en surprise, and blue cheese fritters. The main course will be—”
Camila turned around and smoothed out her burgundy evening gown, the hem brushing her mid-calf. “You are aware that these are high school kids, right? They don’t savour anything. They inhale it. I should’ve just hired an all-you-can-eat buffet…” She checked the list of the schools that were going to be present. “These kids from Ohio… the New Directions. I bet they haven’t even had caviar before.” She laughed and rose up. “But I suppose they can have one night of class. What about the drinks?”
"The caterers are serving a Jean Marc Brocard Vaucopin—"
Camila shook her head sharply. “A Chablis? Are you kidding me? They’re kids.” She said, clasping a diamond necklace around her neck. “Give them punch. Or cocktails. Or root beer. There will be an open bar, right?”
"I believe so, Miss Cabello.“
"Good.” Camila sighed and fixed a simple white gold chain bracelet to her wrist. “I better go out there and entertain the adult guests.” She rose from her plush seat and entered the hall, where the servers were in the midst of walking around, carrying trays laden with drinks and appetizers. Camila passed by a waiter, snatched up a martini glass from his tray, and drank it.
She sauntered over towards two of her acquaintances—both wealthy and with a much muddier track record than Camila when it came to their dalliances.
"Swanky party, Cabello.“ A tall man wearing a navy blue suit grinned at Camila and raised up his old fashioned glass, filled halfway with ice cubes and amber liquid. "What did you do this time? Punch a kid in the mouth like that one time—”
"Stuff it, Archer.“ Camila glared at the man. "Jesus, what’s with the hard drink already? Don’t you know that this place is going to be filled with high school kids soon?” She shook her head and sighed. “And for your information, I slept with three ladies at the same time and now my mother is punishing me.”
"I’m pretty sure that’s not the reason why.“ Lana, the tall, tanned woman wearing a cream evening gown, said. "Didn’t she make you do this because the paparazzi got you in their headlines? Again?”
Camila rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Technicalities. It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want this to end like the party Archer had. The one where the Russian spies from KGB popped out of nowhere and started blasting the cake.”
Mrs. Cabello approached Camila and her two acquaintances with an airy smile. “Camila, dear. The valet told me to tell you that your guests are in the main lobby. ”
"So?“ Camila sipped her drink and exchanged it with a new one. "Tell them to ride the damn elevator—”
"Camila!“ Sinu Cabello shrieked and smacked her daughter’s arm. "Go over there and greet them!”
"Ow, ow, okay!“ Camila flinched away and passed Archer her glass. "Geez, mother. There’s really no need for violence. They’re high school kids! They don’t need me to usher them in like I’m some kind of crossing guard for elevators. Sheesh.”
Camila walked out of her apartment and saw a line of twenty-five or so teenagers, looking as if they were in a museum. They had a look of awe across their faces. Some of them—mostly the boys—wore a uniform of blue blazers edged in red. The other half were dressed in their own styles. Their teachers, Camila assumed, walked up to them and introduced the group. The uniformed boy band were the Dalton Academy Warblers, and the… other group was McKinley High’s New Directions.
Chuckling at the names of the two show choirs, Camila directed them into the banquet hall. “It’s great for you to be here.” She said to the eighteen year olds, or possibly younger—she had no intention of knowing. “Have fun, and there are servers walking around with snacks and drinks, if you wish to have any.”
With that, they dispersed into their crowd of threes. Camila noticed a few of the boys from New Directions head toward the open bar, and a few of the girls, also from New Directions, look down the glass walls that overlooked New York. However, they left behind a short wavy-haired girl wearing a black dress that barely reached past her thigh. Camila could already tell from the cut of the fabric that it was a cheap dress, probably from Target. Nevertheless, Camila was not one to judge.
She opted not to take another hard drink despite her high tolerance, especially since her mother was watching. Camila asked the bartender to mix her up a long island iced tea and decided to speak to one of the show choir directors. He had curly hair, a square chin, and wore a black tie with his plaid shirt, which was a bit off putting. But Camila did not mind. Not entirely.
"This is our first break into Nationals since I was in glee club.“ Will Schuester boasted. He was nursing a glass of red wine, his hand tucked deep into his pockets. 'Strange,’ Camila thought. 'How body language can tell a person so much.’
As they conversed, the girl that caught Camila’s gaze passed, and Will waved her over. "Please meet Lauren, our glee club captain.”
Lauren. Such a simple yet fitting name for the girl with the toffee eyes and the large nose. But it fit her features perfectly, and it had the eye-catching effect that made Camila want to stare at her for hours on end. “Hello, Miss Cabello.” She greeted Camila with a bright smile, enough to catch her off-guard. No one smiles at her in that way, not since she was in elementary school. It was often flirtatious, or wary. Nothing like the sunny, happy version of a smile that Lauren just flashed her.
"Hello.“ Camila smiled back and shook Lauren’s tiny hand in hers. Beside them, Schuester was speaking again, but Camila drowned him out. All she wanted at the moment was this girl. In her bed. Or on the kitchen counter. Camila is not entirely picky.
Exchanging a few cordial words with Will, Camila was relieved when one of her guests swept him up in a conversation about cars, or whatever it was that men loved to talk about. It allowed her to focus wholly on Lauren, who seemed to be fidgeting with her empty punch cup. Camila swept her towards the open bar and asked for a refill on her drink. "Have you ever been to New York?” Camila wondered in an attempt to make conversation. They were perched on top of the high chairs, elbows resting against the oak slab that made up the counter. The faint jazz tunes from the speakers, and the rattling of the ice in the bartender’s canister provided the soundtrack for Camila’s and Lauren’s conversation.
"I’ve been here once when I was a kid.“ Lauren answered as she sipped the drink. "My fathers took me for a vacation because I insisted they were showing Wicked on Broadway again that year.”
"You enjoy musicals then?“ It was one of Camila’s secret passions, after all. Conversation became bountiful, and Camila found herself flirting with Lauren, and the seventeen year old girl flirting back, albeit awkwardly—as expected of her age group. It was refreshing. There was no pressure to reject—even if Camila wanted to, and it was adorable, witnessing Lauren fumble through the salaciousness of adulthood.
Camila had no idea how much time she spent with Lauren, but when her gaze swept the floor, she witnessed her mother, who was staring at her with narrowed eyes. She shrugged at her and returned her attention to Lauren. "You said you’re the lead singer in your glee club.” Camila’s tone dropped, and a smirk curled her lips. “Care to show me what you’re capable of?”
"I’d love to.“ Lauren bit her lip and took Camila’s proffered hand. The brunette tugged her to the private room that she used earlier for getting dressed. It was furnished with a couch, a vanity table, and it was lit by a lamp, wrapping the chamber in a faint orange glow. As soon as the door slammed into the frame, Camila had Lauren pinned up against the wall with her body. She yanked up Lauren’s slender legs and wrapped it around her waist, the younger girl’s dress hiking up her thighs.
They were kissing, and Camila felt the familiar sense of glee—the pun was not lost on her—that comes when she was kissing someone new. Lauren was not experienced; Camila could tell by the way her hands were unsure on what to do, so they remained limp against her sides. Still, she kissed back, her soft lips gliding against Camila’s.
"Camila, I…” Lauren pulled back, her head banging against the wall. She clutched the older woman’s shoulders, her chest heaving as she breathed. “There is something you must know about me.”
Raising her brow, Camila left a path of kisses down Lauren’s jaw, to her neck. “Like what, hm?” She husked, her hands cupping the girl’s shapely ass, her mouth latching onto her earlobe. The breathy moans that came from Lauren drove Camila insane, and the need to have the girl naked and writhing beneath her was becoming more and more insistent. “God, for a high school kid you sure are a sexy little thing.”
"Camila…" Lauren whined, her neck tilting back to allow the brunette more access. “My body—it’s not entirely normal.”
"There’s no such thing as a normal body, baby.“ Camila purred, her hand creeping deliciously close to Lauren’s center. Lauren squirmed and gripped Camila by her wrist to prevent her hand from venturing further.
"While I appreciate your body positive philosophies,” Lauren huffed. “I don’t mean that I am insecure—though I am.” She took a deep breath, and Camila was so close that she could count her eyelashes. “I have a… You know what? I think it’s better if you see for yourself. So long as you promise you won’t leave.”
"Me? Leave you?“ Camila chuckled, tipped Lauren’s chin upwards, and kissed her as she would a delicate flower. "Not even a maniac barging in with a flamethrower can make me do such a thing. Just show me what you mean. I promise I wouldn’t up and leave. Besides, I have to stay here until all the guests leave anyway.” She grinned, and it coaxed a smile from Lauren.
The brunette motioned for Camila to sit down on the divan. She took a deep, nervous breath, and kicked off her heels. At this, Camila raised her brow. “Am I getting a striptease?”
Lauren snorted and shook her head. “Maybe not right now.” She reached up into her dress, and Camila leaned forward, both in anticipation and curiosity. Another deep breath from Lauren, and she lifted up the hem of her cheap black dress.
Between her legs rested a half-erect penis.
Camila’s brows shot up her forehead at the sight before her. Lauren, in all her effeminate appearances and interests, had a thick shaft that bobbed in between her thighs. Camila couldn’t help but observe that it was not veiny, a tad pale, and cut. Lauren’s balls were taut against her body, and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. As Camila ogled at it, Lauren fidgeted. “Stop staring…”
"Sorry.“ Camila’s eyes shot up to look at Lauren’s features. She looked as if she was two seconds away from bursting into tears. "I’m sorry, come here.” Pulling the girl closer, Camila kissed her lips and tugged her to sit down on her lap. “I’m not freaked out, if you’re wondering.” She whispered, her mouth tingling with the touch of Lauren’s lips. “In fact, I’m intrigued. Does it work entirely?”
Lauren blushed and bobbed her head. “But I don’t see why that’s importa—oh!”
A hand—Camila’s hand—curled around her cock, and Camila swore that Lauren became hard instantly. The warm flesh stood erect and it pulsed as she stroked, up and down, her eyes locked with Lauren’s. Camila kissed her once more, sucking on her bottom lip, her wrist twisting on every upstroke. A few rubs was enough to turn Lauren into a panting, quivering mess. The slit of her cock trickled out a steady flow of clear, slick precome, aiding Camila’s hand in their endeavours.
"Camila… Oh, Camila…" Lauren’s nails dug into the brunette’s arm and Camila felt her rigid cock throb in a faster rhythm. “I’m going to… Oh my god!” Camila couldn’t stop staring at Lauren, her eyes squeezed shut. Her hips rose and spurts of thick, white sperm erupted from the slit of Lauren’s cock. It gushed out in torrents, splattering all over the floor and even the walls.
"Woah, that’s a lot of come.“ Camila smirked and continued to jack off Lauren’s cock. She didn’t soften, and Lauren was still breathing heavily when a sharp rap distracted them from their activities. Lauren looked as if she was a deer caught in headlights, and as her gaze darted from Camila to the door, the brunette kissed her mouth, deep and mind-numbing, her teeth tugging on Lauren’s bottom lip. "Calm down.”
Camila stood up and wiped her come-soaked hand in a tissue. She opened the door a crack and before her stood Francis, Will, and her mother. “Um, hello? Is something the matter?”
"Is Lauren in there with you?“ Will asked. "It’s about time for us to leave since we are still rehearsing tomorrow, and—”
"She’s ill.“ Camila stepped out of the dressing room and shut the door behind her, keeping Lauren in her still-flustered state within. "She’ll stay with me for tonight, and tomorrow, I swear she’ll be well enough to practise.” She patted the distressed teacher on the shoulder. “Let me take care of her. Francis, call up the car as soon as you’ve asked everyone to leave.”
Sinu Cabello’s eyes narrowed at Camila. As Francis led Will away, she crossed her arms and glared at her daughter. “What are you hiding?”
"Nothing! Just because I care for the kid doesn’t mean I’m hiding something. Sheesh.“ Camila rolled her eyes and ushered her mother away. "She’ll be fine by tomorrow, I promise!”
Camila darted back inside, to find Lauren laying down on the divan. She seemed to have finally calmed down, but her cock was still hard, the thick meat resting against her thigh. At the sight of Camila, Lauren sat up and tried to fix her attire, but the brunette stopped her.
"You’re staying with me tonight.“ She smirked, leaning down for a slow kiss.
"But rehearsals—”
"Shush. I’ll get you back to your hotel before they even start. If…" Camila hesitated, her fingers raking against the base of Lauren’s scalp. The younger girl gasped and clawed at Camila’s upper arms. “That’s okay?”
"It’s okay. It’s more than okay.“ Lauren babbled and bucked into Camila’s hand that was back on her cock. "Camila, just please…”
With a smirk, Camila released her shaft, and straightened up. “Get dressed. You, my lady, are going back to my apartment.”
To all those girls out there who say "Notice me senpai", sorry, but senpai is too busy noticing other senpais.
fic: better remember (3/7)
pairing: Rachel/Quinn rating: nc-17 summary: GKM FILL. Quinn is a socialite in her 20s, and has a reputation for being wild. In an effort to clean up her image, she hosts a dinner party for the participants in the next national show choir championship in New York. There, she meets g!p Rachel.
AO3: chapter three