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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Glee, Political_RPF_-_US_21st_c.
  Relationship:
      Sue_Sylvester/Sarah_Palin
  Character:
      Sue_Sylvester, Sarah_Palin
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-01 Words: 2370
****** Corruption of Power ******
by hnsnrachel
Summary
       Sue said, "I once taught a cheerleading seminar to a young Sarah
     Palin."  It was probably nothing like this. 
Notes
     For 'gags' on my
     [[community profile] ]
kink_bingo card. Card_here (all completed squares link to the relevant story).
Unbetad.  Maybe a little dub-conny, but not too much, I don't think.  Sarah
Palin is 18 and Sue 24 in this story, but there's a definite abuse of power
going on.  And that leaves one.  Nearly there :/

Corruption_of_Power_1/1
A critical eye on the teenagers on the field, Sue yelled at them through the
bullhorn from her spot on the bleachers. “You think this is hard? Try having to
spend all day surrounded by morons like you. That'shard.” As the girls
struggled once more with the frankly simplemoves the coach had taught them, Sue
shook her head and shouted, “You have no idea how depressing it is to realize
we're from the same species.” Stalking down toward the field, her eyes fell
upon an unfortunate blonde, barking, “You, I've forgotten your name-”
 
Showing a distinct lack of street-smarts – something that always irritated Sue
beyond belief – the teenager opened her mouth. “Ja-”
 
“-Please don't help me. Laps. 5 of them.”
 
As the girl blinked at her dumbly, Sue sighed heavily. “Go, little cockroach,
before I call the exterminator.” The blonde scurried toward the track, and Sue
turned her attention to a group of girls who seemed to be the only ones who
could follow her instructions from this sorry excuse for a cheerleading squad.
She had no idea what had possessed her to come to
Wasilla, Alaska
looking for new talent, and she made a mental note to add it to the list of
cities she'd destroy when she became president. Really, it was only a matter of
time. She was only 24, but within 5 years, she was going to rule Ohio, she
could feel it.
 
Glancing around, Sue spotted the particularly disappointing captain of the
squad holding court amongst a group of 5 exhausted looking teenagers. Starting
towards them, she felt a stab of satisfaction as the girls between her and her
quarry scattered. Kids learned fast with the appropriate encouragement, Sue had
found in her frankly glittering career. And sending each and every teenager who
had failed to give her a wide berth in the halls all day seemed to have been
effective with this particular group of miscreants. A few bruised eyes and a
broken nose seemed a small price to pay for their fear.
 
Raising the megaphone she definitely no longer needed, she yelled, “Hey,
Captain! Did you have an extra bowl of stupid this morning?” She almost laughed
at the irritation written across the brunette's face as she turned around. As
the young woman's mouth opened to respond, Sue cut across her, still speaking
through the megaphone though she was only a few feet away, “With me. Now.” She
jerked her head back toward the school building, not needing to check that the
brunette was following. She was sure there would be little time for more than
an exchange of terrified glances before she would be scampering after her. Sue
Sylvester was just
that
good.
 
Leading the girl to her office, Sue planted herself in her chair, watching the
teenager try to seem cool and composed as she entered the room.
 
“Close the door.”
 
For a moment, Sue thought that the brunette may show some backbone, make
herself more interesting. She stood in front of her, jaw set, head held high, a
brief glimmer of rebellion shining in her eyes before she seemed to remind
herself of something and jumped to do Sue's bidding.
 
Disappointing.
 
As soon as the door clicked closed, Sue nodded towards the uncomfortable seat
she'd deliberately placed for her visitors to sit in. “Sit.”
 
As she did, the brunette glanced around the office, a frown settling on her
pretty face. “Isn't this Mrs Spark's office?”
 
Sue scoffed. “Your pathetic excuse of a guidance counselor? Yeah, I kicked her
out. It's not like anyone really needs her. Not one of you plebeians is leaving
this sorry excuse for a town.”
 
She saw the brunette bristle at that, and she instantly became interesting
again. Sue waited for the response to leave the girl's lips, and she wasn't at
all disappointed this time. Well, maybe with the folksy accent that colored her
words. Somehow, this girl had managed to pick up an accent that she'd heard
from no one else in the town, or on
Earth
actually. “Actually, I'm going to Hawaii Pacific in the fall. But I'd be proud
to spend my life in Alaska. It's beautiful and you lower 48ers need us working
away up here, doin' all the hard work so you don't have to.”
 
Leaning forward, Sue studied the young woman carefully. “What's your name?”
 
Eyes darting in surprise, the brunette replied, “Sarah.”
 
“No. I don't like it. There are too many S's in this room now. Last name?”
 
“Heath.”
 
“Well, Sarah Heath...” she let her words trail off, enjoying the terror that
flashed in wide brown eyes. “I like you. Sure, people say I have no taste, but
I like you.”
 
Evidently, it was exactly the right thing to say to goad Sarah into a false
sense of security. Overconfidence that verged on cocky entered the young
woman's tone as she responded, “And what good is that gonna give me?”
 
Frowning at the strange choice of verb, Sue chuckled, a low, dangerous sound
that the brunette failed to heed. “I'm an internationally famous cheerleading
coach. I have power you could never dream of. I could give that to you.”
 
It was almost impossible to bite back on the laugh at the light that brightened
in the young woman's eyes, the slightly sly upturn of lips at the word 'power'.
“You are more like a young Sue Sylvester than you know. You can't do a
handspring to save your life... but you have pluck. How badly do you want it?”
 
“Power?”
 
“Power... fame... anything you dream of. For the right price.”
 
Hesitation flickered across the young woman's face as Sue stared at her. Words
bubbled from her lips, spilling from her brain and rearranging themselves
nonsensically before they left her mouth. “Power is, you should only go there
for the right reasons. Ronald Reagan he wasn't on a personal discovery, he
had... he had fame and power and he uses it right. You can't do it for the
power, it has to be the right reasons. Good reasons.”
 
Rubbing her temples to ward of the headache that she could feel coming on, Sue
interjected, “If stupidity was painful, S, you'd be in agony right now. It's an
easy question. Do you want it, or not?”
 
“I don't-” Sue started to stand, and the brunette almost hissed in her urgency
to stop her. “I want it.”
 
“It's not saying much, but you might not be as dumb as I thought. How badly do
you want it?”
 
All pretense gone, a vicious side finally showing itself, Sarah replied, “More
than anything.”
 
Sue felt her underwear dampen slightly at the eager hunger painted in stark
relief on the young woman's face. She allowed a moment for the silence to
thicken the tension that was suddenly hanging in the room. Watching the
intensity in Sarah's eyes, Sue felt like this was going to work out better than
she'd ever imagined.
 
Leaning over her desk, Sue's voice rasped over her instruction, “Stand up.”
 
Within seconds, Sarah was on her feet, back straight and head held high.
 
“Come here.”
 
“Why?” The defiance was tantalizing and Sue licked her lips involuntarily, ice-
blue eyes caressing the teenager's body, the tight shirt that hid supple
breasts from view but accentuated them perfectly, the tiny skirt that revealed
long, slender, shapely legs.
 
“I think you know why. You can't possibly be thatnaive.”
 
Sarah hesitated for a second, and Sue felt her weighing the possibilities,
watched the expressions change in her eyes before they settled back on hunger,
deeper now. Within a heartbeat of her decision, the brunette was darting around
the desk and pressing herself close to Sue's body. Tilting her chin up so her
warm breath washed across the taller woman's cheek as she spoke, the teenager
murmured, “Cheerleaders, huh? Isn't that a problem for you?”
 
Ignoring the question but thrilled by the willing the young woman showed, Sue
wasn't done giving orders. “Take off your panties.”
 
“You know, if I told anyone about this...”
 
Sue tangled her fingers in curly hair and tugged, reveling in the whimper that
escaped Sarah's lips. “So ruthless,” she murmured. “You won't tell anyone. I
know girls like you, teasing all the boys but never giving them anything
because you can't admit what you really are.”
 
Sue glanced down to the girl's skirt, steel in her eyes as she instructed her
once more, “Take them off.”
 
“My boyfriend is gonna be so mad if I-”
 
“I'm quaking. What's he gonna do? Thank me for finallyshowing his girlfriend
how a good time feels?”
 
“Fuck you,” Sarah hissed, but the sound turned into a moan as Sue slipped a leg
between her thighs and pressed up into a heat she could feel even through the
thick fabric of her sweatpants.
 
Withdrawing the contact, Sue demanded “Take off your panties,” before capturing
the girl's soft lips in a violent kiss. Their teeth clashed, their tongues
battling ferociously for dominance. Sue felt Sarah's hands moving as she
shucked her underwear down her legs, felt the young woman lift each of her legs
as she stepped out of them, her knee brushing against Sue's core deliberately.
She waited for the girl to kick the supposedly useless garment out of the way
and then ripped away from the kiss, studying Sarah's shock as they both panted
harshly, lips kiss-bruised and damp. “Pick them up.”
 
A smirk crossed Sarah's lips as she turned, searching out the black lace.
Spotting them, she shot a heated and calculating look across her shoulder at
the older woman before slowly bending at the waist to collect them from the
floor, exposing her ass and swollen, shining pussy to Sue. “Whatever you say,
Coach
” was a breathy whisper as Sue groaned at the sight before her.
 
Sick of the talking, the annoying accent still grating on the older woman's
nerves even now, the glimmer of a thought that had been nagging her when she
commanded the younger woman to pick up her underwear manifested herself, and
there was a wicked smirk on her lips as Sarah turned around expecting to see
slack-jawed arousal.
 
To the younger woman's credit, she didn't let the surprise give her a second's
pause, her hips swaying dangerously as she sashayed back across to press
against Sue. The blonde grabbed the back of Sarah's head roughly, pulling her
up into a fierce kiss as the other hand worked it's way beneath the
cheerleader's tight shirt, tweaking the hardened nubs she could feel through
the fabric of the girl's bra. She squeezed a little too tightly deliberately,
wanting to see the teenager's reaction, and wasn't at all surprised that Sarah
moaned deeply, melting tighter against Sue's body, hands digging into the older
woman's hips.
 
Breaking the kiss, Sue untangled the brunette's fingers from the fabric, urging
her around to face the desk and then pushing Sarah down against it, moans
escaping them both as the cheerleader's breasts hit the wooden surface and
offered the brunette's arousal to the older woman. Taking the panties from
Sarah's hand, Sue crumpled them into a ball, pushed them against the brunette's
lips. Sarah's mouth opened – probably to ask another question, and Sue shoved
the fabric between her teeth, loving the way the panties muted the younger
woman's groan but didn't silence it completely.
 
Pressing her hips against Sarah's ass, Sue's words were husky and heavy with
the heat that burned through her body. “The thing is, S, you have no idea how
much power you're giving me right now.” She stepped back a little, savoring
both the sight of the slim brunette with her ass in the air, tiny little skirt
leaving nothing to the imagination now, and the whimper of loss that she could
only just make out around the makeshift gag in Sarah's mouth. She trailed one
long finger through slick folds, chuckling at the way the younger woman's hips
bucked towards the light contact. “One day, when you're president-” Sarah
groaned and squirmed against the desk, and Sue knew she'd read the teenager's
intentions correctly, “-you're going to owe me. And I'm going to be able to say
that I put you there.” She thrust two fingers into clenching velvet heat,
setting a punishing rhythm and Sarah's moan was loud even around the barrier
that softened the sounds escaping the younger woman as her body pressed back
into Sue's with as much force as she could gather in her position.
 
When Sue felt the first wave of contractions squeezing her hand, she stilled
her fingers, leaving Sarah hanging on a precipice as the older woman leaned
across her back. The slight shift in position pulled a garbled cry from the
young woman's throat around the balled-up panties, and Sue knew she was so
close to climax that a single movement would probably send the teenager into
orbit. Slowly, she whispered against Sarah's hair, “And then, I'm going to
bring you crashing right back down again with how desperate you are
right...now.” With the last word, her fingers curled slightly, pressing against
the soft walls surrounding her fingers as her other hand pressed hard against
the brunette's clit.
 
Sarah almost screamed with the force of her orgasm, the cry that would have
alerted anyone still remaining in the school dampened by the fabric that still
filled her mouth, her body shaking violently as liquid heat raced through her,
filling her head with stars.
 
While the cheerleader tried desperately to regain her breath and regulate her
heartbeat, Sue retreated, wiping her now-wet hands on the fabric of Sarah's
skirt as she did. Admiring the sight of the girl with her hair everywhere, her
skin slick with a sheen of perspiration, still bent double over her desk. She
walked around her, bending at the knees to meet the brunette's unfocused gaze.
Sue chuckled as Sarah spat the fabric from her mouth. “I was going to leave you
with one last thought, but I'm not sure you have a place to keep it.” She
stood, almost marching towards the door, turning to smirk at the well-fucked
young woman as she opened it. “See you tomorrow, S.”
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