A/N: Don't own anything….yet *smirk*.  Anyway, here's next chap. Thanks to everyone who reviewed….I just love those gooshy feelings!!

Also, this is an R rated story, so language and descriptions are racy, read at your own risk…so whoever it was that nailed me for content, consider this your warning. Ok, end rant, engage Spuffy luvin!

One more things…I now have a wonderful beta who has been helping me lots, so you may have noticed a few minor changes to the story (Xander is now Spike's friend, A.J is Buffy's bro), nothing big, but I am now going to upload only after I have had my chaps beta'd., thanks!

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Chapter 6: Ready, Willing and Able

Buffy walked onstage with a smile.  The song beat pulsated through her blood, and she began to dance.  It was slower in tempo than most of the songs used by the girls and made Buffy think of lithe movements and leisurely caresses.  She walked to the pole at one end of the stage and wrapped a leg around it.  She rolled her hips and ran her free hand down her body and back up, bringing it to her mouth.  Dipping her index finger into her mouth, she wet it with her tongue then trailed it down to the valley between her breasts.  She looked up as a slight flick of her hand sent her top fluttering to the floor.  Some of the men let out yells and catcalls and money was flung onto the stage.  Buffy was oblivious to all that.  It was a good thing she had such a grip on the pole, or she might've fallen to the ground.  Her focus was riveted on the blonde man who sat a few table back from the stage.  Oh my God!

The man was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt.  He had bleached blonde hair.  It might've been curly, but now was it smoothed back and curled at the nape of his neck.  His face was that of a mischievous angel.  Smooth pale skin with dark eyebrows, one scarred, one smooth, and cheekbones that were so well defined it made her jealous.  His full lips were pressed into a line, just begging to be teased into a smile.  Buffy noticed all this, but it was his eyes that ensnared her attention.  They were the deepest shade of blue she had ever seen, like cobalt sapphires.  And they were hungry.  His gaze was locked on her body, and the man appeared ready to vault onto the stage and do things to her that would break all codes of public decency.  And Buffy was ready, willing and able.  His ravenous gaze was sending tingles over her body.  Electricity hummed under her skin, emanating from the area between her legs.  Good God is it hot in here or is it just me? 

Then, he slowly looked up and Buffy forgot everything, including the heat.  She saw the lust in his eyes and responded to it.  Buffy wanted to walk off the stage, drag him home and have her wicked way with him.  Feel his hands on me, tug on his curls and rip off that shirt.  Lick that neck and kiss those lips.  Bet his hands would feel so good, do things to me and make me scream.  She suddenly had the vision of him beneath her, touching her, caressing her, filling her while she rode them both into a higher plane of rapture.  She suddenly snapped to attention and realized that she had almost completely stopped moving.  Tearing her eyes away from the delicious stranger, Buffy moved to the other end of the stage and continued to dance.  She noticed the man get up and go outside.  Moments later, she saw Riley leave the bar and follow him.  Oh shit!  That's probably not a good thing. 

Buffy finished her set and quickly walked off of the stage.  All the girls in the back room were waiting for her and the pounced as soon as she came through the curtain.

"Did you see him?  Isn't he hot?"  These and other questions of similar ilk were thrown at her all at once.  Buffy walked to the counter at the back of the room and sat on a stool.  She suddenly felt claustrophobic and desperately wanted to get away. 

"Yes I saw him, and yes he is hot and yes I would do him in an instant, happy now?" she asked and then started to put on her clothes.  The girls just laughed and then filtered away, talking amongst themselves.  Willow sat down next to Buffy.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you have two more sets tonight?" she asked and Buffy bent to tie her shoes.

"You know I do Willow but you hafta do me a favor and cover for me, I gotta get outta here," Buffy said and stuffed some clothing into her bag.  She had never had a reaction like that to a man and it was unnerving.  She had seriously contemplated jumping his bones in the middle of the club, consequences be dammed.  This was totally out of character for her; she was acting more like wild Willow than sane Buffy.  She needed time to think and sort this out.  Plus, there was the slight possibility that Riley was getting his ass kicked at this very moment.  Not that he needs to be interfering in the first place anyway!

Willow heaved a sigh, "I suppose I could, if you let me wear you red shirt next time I drag you out somewhere."

Buffy thought about it for a minute.  Lend Willow any piece of clothing and you ran the risk of never seeing it again.  "Deal," she said and pulled the top from her bag.

Willow smiled in victory then frowned, "Wanna tell me why you're running away after only one set?"

"Not right now, Will, call me tomorrow and I will," Buffy replied.  She smiled at Willow, and then left.

She quickly walked to the door and said bye to Robbie.  He seemed confused by her leaving so soon, but he just nodded and let her pass.  "Show you those pictures next time."

Buffy half-smiled and nodded.  She couldn't get the image of the blonde man out of her head and it was driving her to distraction.  Not to mention keeping her arousal and hormone levels nice and high.  Need a cold shower she thought and turned toward the parking lot.

Buffy was almost to her car and still thinking about the man when she ran right into a hard body.  She stumbled back and dropped her bag, makeup flew everywhere.  "Oh!  Sorry, I'm such a klutz," she apologized as she searched for the evasive compacts.

"Not a problem luv," she heard a voice practically purr. 

OH MY GOD!  Buffy thought, then she slowly brought her eyes to the face of person she smacked.  Blue eyes twinkled into hers, very familiar blue eyes.  It was HIM!  They guy from the club, the one she had to stop herself from attacking.  OH MY GOD!!!

"Well well well, Calypso, isn't it?" he asked with a smirk. 

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A/N: whew! *wipes sweat from brow* that was fun to write!  Wonder what happens next!  Until then my pretties.