The Auditorium

With a determined look, Santana burst through the heavy auditorium doors and marched down the main aisle. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, echoing through the empty space. She ascended the stairs of the stage with purpose, her gaze fixed on the center of the stage. Grabbing Rachel's arm, she swung her around to face the audience section before releasing her with a firm command to stay put.

With a combination of excitement and trepidation, Rachel remained in the spot where Santana had instructed her to stay. She observed as Santana dragged the bench for the piano towards the center of the stage and took a seat, gazing at Rachel with anticipation. After a few minutes of idle staring, Santana huffed, "perra estúpida conseguir con el programa."

Standing, swaying her hips, Santana moved towards the shaking girl at a slow pace. Taking Rachel's smaller hand in her own, she moved it slowly until it cupped around the noticeable bulge in her spankies. Moaning at the feel of the other girl’s hand, Santana's hips lightly bucked as she pressed their combined hands a little firmer against her hard on. Breathing shallowly as her arousal grew, Santana cleared her throat, taking her hand off of Rachel's as she let the Jewish girl grope her all by herself, "Pull it out" She husked.

Swallowing heavily as her head became foggy with arousal, Rachel shakily undid the clasp on Santana's cheerleading skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Reaching forward, she gripped the edge of the brunettes spankies and began to tug them down as well. Each tug, exposing Santana's girth that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. Swallowing heavily, Rachel knelt down on the ground with Santana's spandex shorts also known as spankies, in her hands Rachel looked up as Santana stepped out of them. The cock in front of her face bobbing slightly every time the cheerleader breathed. Hesitantly reaching up to touch it, Rachel froze when Santana's hand once again encompassed hers.

Santana quickly reached out and stopped Rachel from moving any further, letting go of her hand and taking a few steps backwards. She sat down on the piano bench, her cock standing proudly in the air. She didn't care that she was exposed or that someone could walk in at any moment, catching them in a compromising position and discovering her secret of having a penis.

"Now, what were you saying earlier, Rachel?" Santana asked, observing as the other girl crawled towards her on her knees. She placed her hand on Rachel's head and gently stroked her face, running her fingers through the diva's thick hair and pulling her closer.

"I-I-I," Rachel stammered, unable to finish her sentence.