Disclaimer- I still don't own anything. Maybe a few characters here and there, but other then that, nothing really.

Rating- Eh, depends on the chapter. I'll get back to ya on that.

Distribution- Flaunt it, but inform me please?

A/N - AU story, completely! It was the best I could do. Lol.

"Hey, I got a job."

"Baby, that's terrific!"

He picked up his girlfriend and spun her around. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. It would be her first real job, and she figured, Angel shouldn't have been the only one having to earn money for the two of them to live off of. Placing her back down on the ground, he caught her lips in a kiss, showing her just how proud he was. When the need to breathe became to strong, they, reluctantly, let each other go.

"What job did you get?"

"Waitress."

"Where?"

"Some bar owned by some guy. A guy named..Finn."

"Just be careful, okay? I don't trust bars, especially the people in them. I want you to be safe."

"I will be. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Buffy kissed her long time boyfriend, and soon to be husband tenderly, trying to convince him that she'd be fine alone, earning her pay.

He knew that she was trying her hardest to make him believe she'd be fine alone, but he was still worried about her. Breaking their kiss, he held her in his arms, content with the way their life was going.

"Promise me, that if anything happens that you don't like, or if someone hurts you, you'll tell me, so I can go kick some ass."

"I promise. But I doubt anything will happen. You're just being...Mr Overprotective."

She giggled and held him, a little worried herself about her new job herself.

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"Hmm...Miss Summers. She looks about as tasty as Miss Lehane was."

Riley Finn chuckled and after a few seconds, his main men, William 'Spike' Anderson, and Robert Mulligan joined in.

"Although, Miss Lehane was quite the slut. This girl. She seems pure and innocent. How old is she?"

"Just shy of nineteen," Spike replied.

"Good. Good! When does she start?"

"Tomorrow."

"Her uniform?"

Rob held up the short black skirt and black, backless shirt up for Riley to inspect.

"Perfect. Only perfection. Any boyfriend?"

"Angel O'Connor. Currently been dating the past four years."

"And he hadn't proposed?"

"Assuming not."

"Even better."

Riley picked up Buffys resume again, admiring the picture attached to it. Her green eyes were glowing in the sunlight and her smile was wide an bright.

Riley was convinced she'd be his soon enough.

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"Angel! Come on! Im gonna be late!"

"Okay, Im coming!"

Angel came out of the house, dressed in an expensive Italian suit, all ready for work. He owned 'O'Connor & Hart', a huge law firm that his father first owned with his business partner. But when both of them died, half of each of the firm went to both Angelus and Mack's sons; Angel-named after his father- and one of his best friends, Jason Hart.

When Buffy saw her Angel walking out looking all spiffy-like, she couldn't help but smile..and tease him mercilessly.

"Ooh, my big man is all ready to rule the world."

"You know it, baby."

"You go get 'em for me tiger."

He smirked and walked her to the car, opening and closing the door for her.

He loved being a gentleman.

It took them twenty minutes to there, and by time they pulled up out front, Buffy was a nervous wreck.

"I cant do this."

"Yes you can, baby. You can."

"You think so?"

"Of course. And I know you'll do great. You're great at everything you do."

"And you would know that firsthand, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am. And Im proud admitting it."

He kissed her cheek and scooted her out the car door. She closed the door and looked in the window that he had rolled down.

"Remember, call me if anything happens. Nobody hurts my girl."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I love you."

"I love you, more."

She leaned in, looking for a kiss, and he met her halfway, returning it.

"I'll be back later to pick you up."

"See you then."

She waved to him as he drove away and then turned to the bar. 'The House of Friendly Cats.' She rolled her eyes at the name; it was so obvious what it meant, but she was desperate for a job, and it was the only bar who would hire her so young. Walking in slowly, she prepared to meet her boss for the first time.

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Riley awaited his newest conquest to walk in. He was overly excited, hoping his charms were enough to make this...Buffy, dump her current boy-toy. But, he was overly confident, so he was positive that he'd be able to make her his.

He heard the elevator ding, and in came Spike with Buffy. Riley stood from behind his desk and smiled, extending his hand out to the beautiful girl.

"Hello, Miss Summers. Im Riley Finn. Please. Have a seat."

"Oh, thank you."

She smiled and sat down in a leather seat in front of his desk. She was thinking that maybe she shouldn't have worn her favorite clothes on her first day, because her boss was looking at her weirdly. And she didn't like it. But she wouldn't tell Angel.

He couldn't take his eyes off her body, her skimpy clothes barely covering anything.

He wanted her.

"So, I hope you are ready for a long day."

"Yes, sir."

He loved that she called him 'Sir'.

She's the submissive type, eh? Works for me.

"Well, what you'll be doing is working for me. Bringing me my drinks."

"That's..it?"

"Well, yes. You have to go all the way back down to the third floor, to the bar, then come back up to this floor, which is the fifth, and give it to me. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Riley gestured to Spike, who was standing by the door, to give Buffy her uniform. Spike went over to the small couch and picked up the small black outfit. He walked over to the desk and showed it to her.

"This is what you'll be wearing. If you don't, there is the risk of you losing your job. Everyone has a uniform."

"Ok, where do I put this on?"

"Outside, there's a bathroom down the hall, go try it on."

She took the clothes from Spike and looked at them, then at Riley and tried to smile. She knew there was something wrong with this.

Angel sure wouldn't be happy.

She left the room and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, preparing to get changed.

Riley and Spike watched her until she walked out the door. Spike whistled and looked at Riley, who was smiling smugly at the thought of claiming her.

"Damn, mate. You sure do have good taste for a American bloke."

"Yes, I know Spike. Thank you."