A/N: Okay, for the person who reviewed me and said that Buffy wouldn't stoop so low as to be an exotic dancer, right now she works in fast food. She wears a cow/chicken hat. She'd make a much better living by being an exotic dancer, she's a stripper not a prostitute, and by the way...it's just a story. And that was the first chapter. Keep reading. Anyway, now that I have vented, thank you to all my readers and reviewers, even the ones that don't like the story, you still get me fired up to keep writing, so it's cool. I am trying to update as much as possible, but this will probably get more and more unlike the show, but what can you do. The Season Finale was Awesome!!! ~E'Lise

Chapter Six: Closer

Spike, Dawn, and her two friends, Penelope and Addy walked down to Bourbon street. It was still somewhat early, so they went to a touristy bar to sing some karaoke before it got too crowded. The Cat's Meow was one of Bourbon Street's most famous clubs, and Spike wanted to walk out the second he walked in. The girls in the bar were wearing their tightest clothes, with beads and feather boas hung around their necks, and the men made lewd comments and grabbed at the girls drunkenly. Spike gave these men the stare of death, and they backed off. The girls rushed to sign up for a song, and a few minutes later they were on stage. They grinned at each other when the music started. Spike shook his head.

"Bloody Cyndi Lauper," he thought, but watched the girls gyrate onstage to the music.

The phone rings in the middle of the night

My father yells

Whatcha gonna do with your life?

Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

But girls just wanna have fun!

Oh girls just wanna have fun!

The girls finished their song and left the stage to thunderous applause. They blew kisses to the crowd, and Dawn winked at Spike. A few minutes later he found out why.

The MC was up on stage to announce the next act.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, put you hands together for Mr. Spike!"

Spike's eyes got huge, and he looked at Dawn next to him. She smiled back innocently and shoved him towards the stage. Spike looked at her murderously, but went up on stage anyway. He was a vampire, he could handle singing in front of a crowd. But, this was not like when the singing demon had descended on Sunnydale. He was singing to Buffy then, not over a hundred people. He swallowed, and the music started. He relaxed a bit, he knew this song, it wasn't the Sex Pistols, but it would do. He stealthily prowled the small stage and let his animal magnetism come shining through. He sang, and gave all the women sensual looks as he did so.

Help me - You tear down my reason

Help me - Your sex I can smell

Help me - You make me perfect

Help me think I'm somebody else!

Spike fixed his gaze on Dawn. His intense stare drew her towards the stage. The people around the stage created a space for her to stand in alone. Spike stood right in front of her and licked his lips before the next verse.

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God!

Dawn felt the sensuality of Spike's gaze wrap around her. She was so attracted towards him. But, he was still in love with Buffy, right? But he had been attracted towards her at the strip club. Well she wasn't going to think about it anymore, she was just going to let things take their course.

Spike came down from the stage then and walked over to Dawn. He grinned at her and pulled her into his arms. Dawn relaxed in his embrace.

"So you think you're going to embarrass me, Nibblet?" Spike murmured into Dawn's hair. She looked up at him to deny it and he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. The crowd around them cheered and made kissy noises. Spike caressed her face and hair as he kissed her, and Dawn felt as if she had never in all her life been as thoroughly kissed as when Spike made love to her mouth. When he finally released her, Dawn's knees felt weak and she tripped over her own feet as she moved away from him. The whole crowd was laughing and cheering. Spike sidled up next to her.

"Never going to happen Nibblet, you'll never embarrass me," Spike whispered in her ear. He patted her on the shoulder and brought her towards Penelope and Addy. The two girls were conspiring with their heads together when Spike and Dawn reached them. Addy looked up.

"So Dawn, Spike, you guys ready to try a few other places, this place is getting kind of crowded." Addy smiled at the dazed look on Dawn's face.

"Sure ladies, what did you have in mind?" Spike asked.

"Let's go to the Dungeon, that place is usually getting fired up by now," Penelope suggested. Addy and Dawn nodded their assent.

"Lead the way ladies." Spike followed the women out into the night.

Four hours and many many drinks later, Dawn and Spike were stumbling back home. Spike was practically holding Dawn up, but he was having quite a bit of trouble himself. They were laughing loudly and singing old Ramones tunes. Or at least they were trying to.

"I wanna be perforated," Dawn sang off key.

" 'S not perforated, Bit," Spike hiccupped. "It's created...I think."

"Who cares?" Dawn stated. "Spike, are you drunk?" She tried to look at him, but all four of him wouldn't stay still at once.

"Nah, not at all. But Antelope and Paddy sure were huh? Those girls like to party."

They finally reached the house. Dawn fumbled in Spike's pocket for her key. She finally found it, and Spike moaned from the contact with his most sensitive bits. Dawn opened the door, and they crept as quietly as they could to her room. Once there, Dawn closed and locked the door. She started to giggle.

"Wha' is it bit?" Spike slurred.

"Your coat is on backwards," Dawn fell on the ground.

"So, it's not tha' funny," Spike said as he stripped off the coat. He took off his shirt and shoes too, and laid them on a chair in Dawn's room. Dawn picked herself up off the ground and walked over to Spike.

"Will you untie me please, Spike?" Dawn swept her hair off to one side and turned around for Spike to undo the strappy ties at her back. Spike gulped, but tried to make his shaking hands cooperate. He untied each bow slowly and with care. He started at the bottom and worked his way up. Spike untied the final knot at her neck and the dress slid down Dawn's body to come to rest in a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of the dress and moved towards Spike. He put his hand up to stop her.

"Dawn," he whispered. "You're completely nude."

"Am not," She said, and lifted her left leg up to her head. "I still have my shoes on."

Spike swallowed hungrily, and grabbed Dawn to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs went around his waist. Spike divested himself of his pants and fell back on the bed. Dawn kissed him passionately, and ran her hands over his body. Spike found himself suddenly sober.

"Dawn, we shouldn't."

Dawn looked up at him.

"Why not Spike? I am old enough now, and it's not like you'd be my first. We are attracted to each other, so what's to stop us?"

Spike didn't have an argument for that, so he allowed himself to be swept into ecstasy.