On account of popular demand, I'm making a continuation of my Buffy fanfic,
"Buffy's Special Birthday Present". Hehe. I'm glad you all enjoyed my
story. Well, here it is. My clever little continuation. Lol. Enjoy!
((Disclaimer: I don't own any of these wonderful characters. But damn I wish I owned that sexy stripper Spike. Lol.)) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*Inside the Summers House*~
"I really don't think I should be here.", Spike said, taking a swig of his straight vodka.
Buffy, Anya, and Willow just stared at him. Buffy smiled a bit. She had to admit, Spike looked good. No, he looked damn good.
"Um excuse for a second, Spike. Us girls need to talk.", Anya said, as she pulled Buffy and Willow into the other room.
"I have a plan! We wait. Make Spike drunk as hell. And then convince him to be that bad boy that we know he's urging to let loose.", Anya proposed, plain as day.
"Good plan. Let's go.", Buffy said as all three walked back into the kitchen, where Spike sat on the counter, arms crossed and cocking a brow.
"I think I better leave now.", he said, catching onto their plan.
"I don't think so. We haven't had our fun. And plus, I already paid.", Willow said, a bit annoyed.
So Spike stayed, but not without creating his own ingenious counter- plan.
And then came the drinks. One right after the other. Bottle after bottle. Shot after shot. Spike deviously faked his beverage consuming. While the girls were loaded out of their minds, giggling insanely, and hiccupping like crazy.
He took advantage of the moment and raised his fun a bit.
"How 'bout a game of strip poker? Only one catch! Another person has to take off your article of clothing with their teeth. Ok! Lets get started!", he announced, grinning devilishly at his remarkable plan.
By the end of the night, Buffy, Anya, and Willow were down to nothing but bras and panties. Spike, still wearing what had came there with, basked in the moment and praised himself for his clever mind. He suddenly frowned a bit, pitying the girls.
He decided throw them a bone. A quick lap dance before he left. When he finished and the girls seemed quite pleased, he gathered his things and started to leave. The girls clawed at the air and begged and pleaded him to stay. He winked at all three of them and flashed a sexy smile at Buffy. He then turned and walked out the door.
Spike roamed the streets and headed for his crypt, leather coat slung over one shoulder, and wearing nothing but his sexy stripper uniform and a large happy grin.
((Oh, I love myself sometimes. Lol. I'm quite pleased with this continuation. Tell me your opinions and send in those reviews!! Thanx!!))
((Disclaimer: I don't own any of these wonderful characters. But damn I wish I owned that sexy stripper Spike. Lol.)) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*Inside the Summers House*~
"I really don't think I should be here.", Spike said, taking a swig of his straight vodka.
Buffy, Anya, and Willow just stared at him. Buffy smiled a bit. She had to admit, Spike looked good. No, he looked damn good.
"Um excuse for a second, Spike. Us girls need to talk.", Anya said, as she pulled Buffy and Willow into the other room.
"I have a plan! We wait. Make Spike drunk as hell. And then convince him to be that bad boy that we know he's urging to let loose.", Anya proposed, plain as day.
"Good plan. Let's go.", Buffy said as all three walked back into the kitchen, where Spike sat on the counter, arms crossed and cocking a brow.
"I think I better leave now.", he said, catching onto their plan.
"I don't think so. We haven't had our fun. And plus, I already paid.", Willow said, a bit annoyed.
So Spike stayed, but not without creating his own ingenious counter- plan.
And then came the drinks. One right after the other. Bottle after bottle. Shot after shot. Spike deviously faked his beverage consuming. While the girls were loaded out of their minds, giggling insanely, and hiccupping like crazy.
He took advantage of the moment and raised his fun a bit.
"How 'bout a game of strip poker? Only one catch! Another person has to take off your article of clothing with their teeth. Ok! Lets get started!", he announced, grinning devilishly at his remarkable plan.
By the end of the night, Buffy, Anya, and Willow were down to nothing but bras and panties. Spike, still wearing what had came there with, basked in the moment and praised himself for his clever mind. He suddenly frowned a bit, pitying the girls.
He decided throw them a bone. A quick lap dance before he left. When he finished and the girls seemed quite pleased, he gathered his things and started to leave. The girls clawed at the air and begged and pleaded him to stay. He winked at all three of them and flashed a sexy smile at Buffy. He then turned and walked out the door.
Spike roamed the streets and headed for his crypt, leather coat slung over one shoulder, and wearing nothing but his sexy stripper uniform and a large happy grin.
((Oh, I love myself sometimes. Lol. I'm quite pleased with this continuation. Tell me your opinions and send in those reviews!! Thanx!!))