Later that evening, Angel sat alone in his office wondering what to do about Connor. He glanced around the room at all of the mementos, lost in thought. There was numerous pictures in frames on the walls and on the desk itself. Pictures dating from the day Connor was born all the way up to his sweet sixteen party. A plaster mold of Connor's hand when he was just four years old hung on the wall beside the desk. The handprint was so small now compared to the teenage hand.

There were drawings too that Connor had done over the years. Angel kept them all in a special file. He pulled them out and studied them. The earliest one was just a few hesitant red and blue scribbles of crayon on paper that Connor had done when he was just a few months old. The most recent was a very fine pencil portrait of Fred that Connor had done for his Sophomore Art class.

Where had the time gone? Angel wondered. His little boy was growing up and much too fast. He'd be driving soon, and college was just two short years away. Then after that, well, Angel didn't like to think of it.

It was getting late. He was exhausted. Angel climbed the stairs and headed down the hall toward his own room. As he passed by Connor's door, he paused for a moment to listen. All there was to be heard was some soft, muzzy sounds and the occasional creak of the bedsprings whenever Connor shifted around or turned over. His son was sound asleep.

"Goodnight son. I love you." Angel whispered softly. He kissed his fingertips and brushed them against the door.

The next day, Angel met with the rest of the team in his office to see if they had any advice.

"I'd give him a couple of licks on the bee-hind. That's what my grandmamma did to me whenever I got a sass mouth." Gunn advised.

"My parents never hit me. I'd get grounded or have my stuff taken away for awhile if I misbehaved. Of course I didn't really misbehave that often." Fred put in.

"My father caught me with a nudie magazine once. I got quite a birching from him." Said Wesley.

"I don't see what you're getting your panties in a twist about there, Peaches. The lad's a growing boy. Nothing wrong with a good, healthy wank. I do it all the time! Why just the other night I.."

"Spike! Nobody wants to hear about you wanking!" Angel snapped.

"Alright! Cool your jets. Look, I'll talk to the kid if you want. Maybe he'll take it better from me."

A few nights later, Spike and Connor were alone at the hotel. Angel, Wesley, and Gunn had gone out to investigate a possible new nest of vampires. Fred had gone back to Texas to visit her parents for a few days. Lorne was at Caritas, trying to fix the place up, and Cordelia was at home studying for an audition for a cat food commercial.

In vain, Spike had tried over and over to get the kid to talk but all he got were a few grunts and a shrug or two. Finally he decided to take matters into his own hand. It was time for the kid to see a bit of the world and have a little fun.

Spike penned a short note for Angel and stuck it on the door to Angel's office where it wouldn't be missed.

Peaches,

Took the little bit out for some poncy man to man bonding. Be back later.

Fangs and kisses,

Spike

Outside, Spike climbed aboard his motorcycle and motioned for Connor to climb on behind him.

"Put that spare helmet on! If you end up with your brains splattered all over the interstate, your dad'll stake me! And hang on tight you hear!"

They drove off into the night. After an hour's ride, they pulled up in front of a large Moroccan style mansion with a sign proclaiming the name of their location to be Madam Dorion's Place.

"What is this place?"

"Demon brothel. I figure you're old enough now for a little tail. C'mon."

The bouncer refused at first to let them in due to the fact that Spike was a vampire, and that Connor was underage. After Spike handed over a few folded bills and one of Angel's business cards, the bouncer moved aside and let them in.

"See kid? Money talks. If you've got the dough and you know the right people, you can have anything you like." Spike advised as they walked through the doors and headed for the main room where the girls were waiting.

When Connor got his first glimpse at the girls, his jaw dropped. He had never seen so many beautiful and scantily clad women all in one place before. There were women of all different shapes, sizes, and colors, all of them beautiful and dressed in the finest lingerie. It was a veritable smorgasborge of fleshly delights.

Spike clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Pick any one you want. Don't worry, I've got plenty of doss. Just stick to the basics though. You don't want to get too kinky until you've got a little more experience."

At first, Connor didn't know which one to choose, then he caught the eye of a particularly exotic looking woman who was leaning against the bar. The woman smiled and sensuously made her way over to them. She was tall and leggy with shimmering golden brown skin and glossy black curls. Connor noticed that she was a bit feline in appearance. Her ears were pointed cat ears, and a long, tufted tail poked out of the back of the lacy black panties she wore.

The woman looked Connor up and down. As she appraised him, the vertical pupils of her brilliant green eyes widened to take him in better.

"Good evening. I am Amenti. How may I service you?" She purred as she held out a hand.

Connor gulped and tried to speak, but only a squeak came out.

"Evening Amenti. This is my nephew Connor. It's his first time. Be gentle with him, 'kay?"

"Mmm. It will be my pleasure."

"Good. How much then?"

"Normally you wouldn't be able to afford me, but since it's his first time, shall we say five hundred?"

"Fair enough." Spike opened his wallet and pulled out a small stack of bills. He handed them to Amenti who folded them up and slipped them into her bra strap.

Amenti took Connor by the hand and led him away. After Connor left with Amenti, Spike picked out a few companions of his own. A blond, a brunette, and a redhead.

Once inside Amenti's private chamber, Connor grew even more nervous and excited. Amenti had him strip and sit down on her bed. Connor looked around the room trying to compose himself. In truth, the room was quite lovely. It was lavishly furnished and decorated in red and gold. The wide bed was soft and covered with many pillows and spreads of silk, velvet, and fur.

Amenti stood before him and slowly undressed. Connor's eyes grew wide as he fixed his gaze on her large breasts, firm bottom, and smooth, hairless pussy. Already he was growing hard and she hadn't even touched him yet.

Taking a pillow from the bed, Amenti knelt down between his legs and took a hold of his penis. When her mouth touched him, Connor drew in a sharp breath and moaned, his toes curling into the fur rug underfoot. Amenti's tongue swirled around the head and dipped into the slit, lapping up the pre-cum that was oozing from it. Like a cat's her tongue was slightly rough with a soft underside. For Connor, the combination of smooth and rough with the moisture of her mouth was quite intoxicating. Every nerve of his seemed to be on fire. Tingling heat was pooling in his lower belly and he knew he would soon climax. He tried to warn her, tried to hold back, but it was no use. He came, spurting thick jets of semen down her throat with a groan.

"I'm sorry." He panted.

"It's alright. You're young. We can go as many times as you want. Now how about you do something for me until you recover?"

Amenti joined him on the bed and lay down with her legs spread open. Connor lay down between her legs and with shaking hands, parted her pussy lips to examine the area more closely. For awhile he simply studied the area. The dark brown outer lips, the lighter brown inner ones. Her clitoris. The opening of her vagina. A pleasant, musky aroma arose from her and the delicate flesh there glistened with the juices that were dripping from that opening.

He lowered his head and began to gently lick her, copying her tongue movements and treating her clitoris like she had treated the head of his penis. As he licked, he inserted a finger and began to feel around inside. The inside of her felt like warm, wet velvet. As he probed around, he came across an area that felt quite different. It was rougher in texture than the surrounding skin. When Connor pressed his fingertip to this spot, Ameni bucked and a great deal of fluid gushed out of her.

Connor jumped back, startled. He was sure he had done something wrong.

"Easy there baby. You didn't do anything wrong. You just found my sweet spot is all. Made me feel real good. You remember that spot and find it again when you're inside me and you'll really treat me right."

Connor was soon hard again and with Amenti's encouragements, he climbed on top of her and slid his penis inside. For awhile he just lay there, buried deep in her sweetness. He gritted his teeth, as he tried to avoid cumming too early again. When he was in control again, he moved, thrusting in and out of her slowly and sensuously. He remembered where that one spot was and he angled his penis so the tip brushed against the spot whenever he thrust it in. Each time he made contact with it, Amenti moaned and grew even wetter.

When she climaxed, the walls of her vagina squeezed his penis in a most pleasurable way. The contractions of it sent him over the edge. With one final deep thrust, he came with a shout and collapsed atop her, slick with sweat, panting, and trembling.

After he was recovered and fully dressed again, he thanked Amenti and went back to the main room to meet up with Spike. Spike was just leaving his own girls. The blond vamp was thoroughly disheveled and there was lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck.

"Thanks again ladies, for a wonderful evening." He made them a bow and then gave each of them a saucy tweak on the bottom for good measure.

Back outside again, Spike lit up a cigarette and looked at Connor for a moment.

"Well now, enjoy yourself?" He asked with a smirk.

"Boy did I ever! That Amenti is really something! I swear I was seeing stars!"

Spike laughed. "Well the night's still young. Come on!"