Spike stared absently past the group that had formed by the front door, not wanting to look at anyone. About ten minutes ago Xander had excused himself as he recognised somebody. Anya had sat in silence; her tanned legs crossed as the unequal layers of her skirt fell dancing around her calves. Unconsciously he licked his dry lower lip, not seeing legs like hers for a while. He meant nothing by the sly movement of his wet muscle usually hidden in his mouth, but Anya noticed and decided to let him know her thoughts on the matter.
"Look Spike, I don't know you, and as much as you're a very good looking, sexy male individual. I am married, to your landlord, Xander. And so I have not only vowed to only let him give me orgasms but I intend to stick to my promise." She looked at him closely as he open and closed his moth trying to get some sort of comprehendible sentence to form, but failing miserably. Never leaving his glaze she lifted her perfect eyebrows.
"You have lovely eyes, very blue… and one day your find someone who too can give you mind numbing orgasms but until then remember… I'm Xanders." And with she was off; dainty feet carrying perfectly formed legs across to her husband. Spike sighed downing his whiskey whole, enjoying the burn on the liquors journey to his stomach. Sparking up another cigarette Spike contemplated his life; he glanced at Xander's wife, the problem was that Spike didn't even think of Anya in any other way than a pretty face. And he wouldn't give her a second thought tonight. Not like he had about a certain little blonde. He stared into the distance, consciously not looking at the scary blunt women, who seemed like she could rip out a mans rib cage and beat him to death with the bones just for hurting or offending her.
He watched two girls move like only straight girls wanting to look gay could, grinding up and down each other suggestively, wanting guys to look, stare and ask them for a threesome, or to watch, so they could laugh at them, he'd seen his mates fall for it so many times, but he always seemed to have his head on his shoulders. Then he heard the whelp laugh and grinned widely, he'd be one of those lads to fall for a bird as she wound her tight body up and down another girl. The two girls visibly changed in front of his eyes, and soon it was Buffy grinding against another faceless yet well-toned brunette. He wanted to turn away, wanted to stop fantasizing over a girl he would never see again, stop watching the two performing clowns in front of him, but he couldn't turn his eyes away. For a moment he felt the stupid git he was, for not dropping his pride and just asking her out, he could be here now with a gorgeous blonde, instead of the whelp and his freaky wife. His smile was disappearing fast, and as he finally tore his blue depths away he was greeted with another vision of Buffy this time standing next to a redhead and Xander.
"Oh bloody hell!" Spike shouted out, why was his mind doing this to him, was everyone in the room going to turn into his fantasy until he had such a hard-on the it would poke them all. But then he watched her beautiful face fall and saw the tremor in her lower lip, obvious to him she sniffed and smiled ignoring his outburst and turning to the redhead.
"Willow fancy using the ladies?" she asked almost sending a message secretly through her eyes. Willow nodded, excuse us were made and off they went.
"Spike did you have to be so mean?" Anya asked.
"Bollocks!" with that Spike got up and went to the bar.
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Buffy watched Spike as she approached him; he was staring over her shoulder at two tramps dancing like $2 whores. Xander had slowly approached the awaiting platinum haired man, and with every step closer Buffy's heart fluttered.
"Guys this is Spike, Spike, Spike?" he soon enough turned his head and immediately faced Buffy.
"Glad I have your attention, buddy. This is Buffy and Willow." He said as he smiled obviously glad he had a new person to meet the old friends.
"Hi…" Buffy had begun.
"Oh bloody hell!" Spike shook his head and placed his sharp face into his hands.
Buffy felt all her hopes and dreams of the past 14 hours dissolve visibly in front of her eyes, it seemed to run in slow motion as he still shook his head, Xander stood with his mouth a gasp, Anya tending to an imaginable piece of lint on her puffed out skirt, Willow staring at the ignorance of the shaking bleached head, Buffy to choked to say anything, as his head popped back up, he stared again, which was when Buffy smiled doing what she did best, putting on a front and asking Willow to join her in a trip to the bathroom. Of course her best friend agreed and made her apologetic smile to Xander and his wife, before following a laughing Buffy to the ladies.
Once inside Buffy immediately broke off all false pretence that she may have been giving off.
"Gee, what a dick!" Willow said as she saw her best female friends' smile fall away as suddenly as it had come.
"Yea." Buffy answered leaning on the white sink staring in the smudged mirror.
"Buffy?" Willow inched forward slightly.
"Umm." Buffy sounded as she rubbed her tired eyes.
"I came clean with you, wanna repay the favour?" by now she was behind her only American friend.
"There's nothing to tell." She sighed.
"Liar."
"Really Wills, there's…" she sighed, "I met him this morning, I was out on a run. He was walking. He hurt himself. I helped him out. There was some kind of weird tense kinda feeling. And I went back to his hotel…"
"Buffy tell me you didn't sleep with him!" Willow shouted, the other girls in the toilet looking at the blushing blonde accusing her of all sorts without saying a thing.
"GOD NO!" Buffy shouted out, her American accent filling the toilet.
"Oh." Willow countered.
"No I cleaned up his hand, and the back of his head, then I left, well no. I waited in the lobby hoping he would come looking for me. Then twenty odd minutes later the cab showed up. So I left. Just kind of felt something." She looked up at her best friend.
"Stupid huh, what with all the trouble with Riley, and that business with…"
"Angel." They both shuddered.
"I shouldn't want another guy, yet I can't get him out of my head Will." She shook it as if to illustrate her point.
"Just cuz' American blokes are arses, don't mean that he's a bad one, maybe, you just need to work off some frustrations." She winked and both girls giggled.
"Nah tried that…" at Willows look she added quietly "by myself!"
A knowing smile crossed Willows features, as Buffy blushed once again.
"You heard him when he saw me Willow, he hates me…"
"No he doesn't"
"Oh bloody hell!" Buffy imitated in her best English accent.
"Oi you, we bloody well don't sound like that." Willow joked putting a London accent on.
After another fit of giggles, Willow smiled.
"Lets go show him what he's missing… no more bad imitations either, or your have him running a mile in no time." They giggled again and made their exit.
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Spike had drunk three whiskeys in the space of ten minutes and was half way through his fourth as he noticed the girl of his dreams (literally) finally emerge from the toilets. He pushed his glass away as he looked at Anya who nodded, as he stood up and began to walk towards Buffy.
He reached her about half way from the toilets to their table. He stood in front of her and stared. Willow giggled a little and nudged Buffy with her backside to the beat of the music. Buffy very nearly broke eye contact with Spike, but the blue eyes called her to stay staring into them.
"Buff I'm getting a drink, k?" Willow asked knowing they needed some peace.
"Uh huh." Buffy nodded, still staring into the midnight confined in Spikes eyes.
Once Willow had made her hasty exit, Buffy blinked, disintegrating the chemistry that had been knitting itself together. Spike smiled a little not knowing what to say, how to apologise without admitting the feelings that he had, and the reason for his outburst. The second flutter of her eyelids made Spike what to shiver, her usual (For what he considered her usual) green soft pools, seemed to have changed to hazel hardness. He took a small step backwards as if to stay balanced.
"What?" Buffy asked staring through him; he was yet to enunciate the conversation so she took it into her own hands, such to speak.
Spike was taken back from the harshness in her voice.
"Umm, thought I'd say thanks like, you know for this morning and all." He answered his cockiness coming up trumps.
"Welcome, anything else?" she looked at him, but avoided his eyes, and when she caught them she bowed her head away, in that brief second, Spike read them realising it was all a front.
"You changed." He said as if they had been friends for years.
"Yea well, didn't think jogging attire was right for this place." She kept her lips straight, not allowing a smile at her quick response.
That was the first time in the night when Spike actually looked at her. She had long straight hair loosely hanging on and over her shoulders, her bare arms revealed, he took in the light blonde hairs that graced her tanned arms, envied them for being allowed so close. The dress was gorgeous, a beaded number, which although was see-though, had a peach slip underneath, he remembered seeing it in a shop window and thinking it was nice, but on her the low flowered v-neck dress was exquisite. He blinked allowing his slow intake of her body, he began to move his sight lower towards her tanned legs, nothing in comparison to the ones he had regretted looking at on the whelps wife, Buffy's where perfect, he delicate feet encased in tiny strapped heels.
"Finished yet?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Spike asked again shocked at the venom that seemed to be coming from the innocent beauties mouth.
"Had your look?"
"Buffy, I came to apologise, I've had too much to drink, I didn't even notice it was you till I looked at you the second time."
"Right, okay Spike. I seem to remember you looking straight into my eyes before you swore, embarrass me in front of my friends. So if you don't mind I'd like to get back them."
Spike laughed a little as she swayed away from him. He was an official arsehole. Not only had he embarrassed her, he looked at her like a piece of meat. Making his way back to the bar Spike ordered a bottle of whiskey, tonight was gonna be a long one.
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Two hours later and Spike was well and truly sloshed. He had way too much alcohol in his body. Buffy was sitting with her legs crossed as she squeezed another sensation away as he stared at her, his knee ever so slightly grazing hers. The ruff edge of denim on her soft moisturised skin nearly made her jump up from her conversation with Xander. She watched out the corner of her eye as Spike downed another slug of whiskey from the now nearly empty bottle. She looked at her male friend and eyed Spike up, trying to get Xander to notice that he had past his limit. Soon enough he noticed, nodding his head at her.
"Come on Spike… Home time mate." Spike laughed.
"What do you know? Gimme my keys gimp… I'll go home when I'm good and ready!" slurred words where hard to determine, but they all got the gist. Xander handed the keys to Spike and smiled at the drunken mess, who was refilling his glass.
"Xander honey?" Anya asked.
"Can we go home, I really want oral sex tonight, and you promised you'd wear…" Anya mouth was covered by Xander's hand. He laughed a bit then blushed, until he heard Spike laughing like he never heard him laugh before.
"Got a bit of a tongue on her Xand!" he laughed again.
Everyone stared at Spike as he giggled uncontrollably. Slapping his thigh he stood up, putting yet another cigarette to his lips he smirked.
"See you around!" with a quick flick his face was illuminated by the flame of his lighter. With his fag alight he drank the last dribble from the whiskey bottle and walked slowly through the dieing crowd. Buffy breathed a sigh, she didn't know what kind of relief it was, but a huge weight had been lifted as she saw him walk into the night. Which was soon replaced by longing.
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Spike got into an awaiting taxi, and got dropped of at home. His new home, as he turned the key in the lock the door opened. He breathed in fresh air as looked around what over twenty-four hours ago was a living hellhole, now it was cryptic. The walls where a shade of grey and black, with the occasional cream, the floor was stripped of carpet and was now a dark wood. The furniture that had been kept had been wood stained into a deep mahogany. He fell on the bed feeling the fresh sturdy mattress underneath his weight. He would explore further tomorrow, sitting up he kicked off his boots, then his jeans, soon enough he was naked as he slipped underneath the cool sheets freshly brought for him. He felt someone press up next to him as he began to dose, slightly startled by the warm small body he slowly open his eyes; he caught the sight of golden strands. Not wanting to lose the dream, he squeezed them shut. A warm hand began to stroke up and down his torso. Feeling his every being. He felt the hand move to his thighs, making small circles towards his genitals. His breath hitched up a notch.
The knock at the door woke him from his erotic dream, obvious by the tent he was making. Grabbing his boxers he walked to the door.
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The party seemed to die the second Spike left, time was called and everyone was asked to leave. Xander, who hadn't drunk, offer the old friends a lift. Anya got dropped off first at their house, as she needed to get everything ready for 'later'. Next Willow got dropped off. She promised to get a day off college so they could go shopping, and Buffy promised to meet Tara. Soon it was just Buffy and Xander in the car.
"I missed you Buffy." Xander finally spoke after two minutes of silence.
"I missed you too Xander." They both looked at each other and smiled.
"I'm so happy for you and Anya, your good together… give me hope…" She smiled weakly as her heart begged to be poured onto Xander's listening ears.
"You don't need hope Buff, one day your be snapped up from all of us, and until we're all gonna be there for you." His hand moved from the gears to take her hand.
"Glad you're sure of me." She said with a small laugh.
"I'm not sure, I'm positive." He squeezed her hand just a little.
"Xander?"
"Buffy?"
"Well, I'm not. Sure of me. Kinda doubt me." She felt the car drift to the left. Soon they were in a service station with coffee in front of them.
"Spill." Xander ordered, his voice soft along with his deep eyes.
"Why couldn't I have fallen for you?" she asked.
"Because I wasn't the right guy for you." Xander said matter of factly.
"Oh Xand! My life's such a mess. I thought that Riley was mister right, mister normal guy. After Parker, I mean… I just thought it was good. But I wasn't right for him."
"HEY!" Xander raised his voice, "Riley was an arse. I told you that the day you e-mailed me saying that you were a waitress because Riley wanted you to earn money now not later. Buffy if he was mister right then he would have loved you and waited for you, he would have wanted you to be you… not Miss efficient."
"Yea, he left me because I was nothing but unordinary. Nobody wants me, I know I sound depressing, but honestly things have got worst. I mean, when Riley left I should have gone back to how I was, I was all right… you know. Now…now…" quiet sobs encased Buffy's body, and as she shook Xander took her hand.
"Look missy… it's not your fault, your were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You had no money and were down in the dump. So when Cordelia asked you to have you body looked at and worshiped by men, it probably seemed like an easy pick me up. Cause Buffy you gorgeous, and if you don't find someone who will tell you that every day. Then I'll jut have to keep reminding you."
Buffy searched her best friends eyes, never before had she ever had any such words spoken to her. She heard them in girly films, by boyfriends to their girlfriends, but never directed at her, her eyes glazed over with fresh tears that she sniffed back.
"She's a lucky women." Xander looked lost.
"Anya, to have you, she's so lucky." Buffy tried again. Xander just smiled and brought her hand to his lips as he kissed it ever so lightly.
"No I'm lucky to have her." With that he stood up and got two more coffees and a couple of chocolate bars. Once back he started again.
"What did he do to you Buff?"
She sipped on her coffee contemplating for a moment.
"Who?" she asked, trying not to think of him.
"Angel, Buffy please don't hide from me again." She avoided his eyes this time because they told so much. They made her want to release things that shouldn't be.
"Buffy look at me."
"No."
"Please." God damit he knew where to get her, over e-mail she could ignore the odd questions. But know she couldn't she had to confront them. Slowly like a little five year old in deep trouble for drawing over the wall, Buffy confronted the beautiful brown depths. She blinked a few times watering her eyes.
"He… I… umm." Buffy sighed. She had to do this, as much as she hated the idea of telling Xander, because she didn't know how he'd react, she had to get everything of her chest. She had only every feed Willow little bits, through the Internet, never actually told her the full story. He pulled her hand into his and held it tight, as if giving her his strength as well.
"The club wasn't what I thought it was. I walked in for my first day to find a girl swirling around a pole, I thought it was a bar, you know kinda normal. Not a strip joint. Cordelia had me working behind the bar, for the first week, I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I didn't say anything to Cordy."
"She said Angel wanted to see me, so I went into the office on my second week. And he said, that I was talent. He said I was better than a bar worker, I had…"
She paused and received a squeeze on the hand.
"I had the qualities. He asked me how much I was on… I told him, and he laughed."
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Buffy stared into the deepest brown eyes she had ever looked into; she had a thing for eyes. Always had.
"Buffy that's peanuts to what I could have you on…" he waggled his eyebrows causing her to shiver, the thought of more money excited her, but then again if she was honest he excited her, but Liam Angellus was Cordy's boyfriend. And a big time bad boy, but Cordelia said he had his sweet points. When she didn't answer he stood up from his desk and made it to her side.
"Dance for me." He said, as the music from the front boomed through the closed locked door.
"W…W…What?" Buffy stuttered
"Dance… For… Me." Angel said slowly.
"I don't dance, can't" She giggled nervously.
"Dance." He sat on his desk as he pulled her from her chair, using one leg he pushed it away, with the other he nudged Buffy. Slowly she began to dance, not wanting to know the other options. The music took over her, and soon she knew herself she was more exotic than half of the dancers on show put together. Her hands slid down her torso until the reached her thighs where they laid still waiting a beat until she lifted them back sliding over her breasts slightly rubbing them. Before she knew it she was pinned up against the locked wooden door. Her lips were being crushed by his. Hormones pumped through her body, the feeling of loneliness flooded her until she felt she was downing, and as Angels hands started to wander she circled her hips every so slightly satisfied when she heard him moan. Again she circled into his groin happy to hear a moan and feel an erection.
"Buffy, I need you." He mumbled into her as he lifted her onto his desk.
"But…Angel…Angel what about Cordelia?" She asked as he still kissed her. Stopping, he looked into her eyes. Leaving her lying exposed on his desk he stood straight.
"I'll finish it now, she'll understand how I wanna fuck her best friend into ground… maybe she could join in?"
"You can't do that!" Buffy shouted, although no one would hear, what with the music blearing outside.
"Buffy I really like Cordy, but you've always been the one I've wanted, watching from afar. Buffy your special, and I couldn't just ask you to be with me, because you're loyal to you friends and family. That's one of you best qualities, makes you special. But I'm not capable of breaking her heart, and ruining you friendship… so I want you, but if you let me have you we'll have to keep it a secret. For Cordelia's sake, she is special to us both."
Off her look he continued.
"Buffy we could be great, in time. You, and me, owners of everything, including each other's hearts Buff. Come on baby…"
He picked her off the table and swooped down to kiss her. They merged together, as one and without thinking she parted her legs and had her first ever orgasm. Wave after wave rolled through her body as he licked here flower. Her mom had always called it her flower.
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Xander continued to hold Buffy's hand never once dropping it in shock although deep down he was. He couldn't believe she would hurt her friend, but from the sounds of things Buffy was sweet talked, piecrust promises were made.
"Xander I'm a dirty." Tears ran down her face. "So dirty."
"No darling your not. You had a fling, most people do. It don't make you dirty."
"Xander you don't understand, it went on for a year, him popping into mine, me popping onto his office. After two weeks he convinced me to be a lap dancer, and I did, because he made me feel great, made me feel wonderful." She smiled at the thought of his dashing good looks and his deep voice.
"So I had money, a so-called boyfriend and his girlfriend was my best mate. She wondered why I got promotions so fast but kept herself to herself. Well what neither of us knew was that he was a pimp. And a big one! Two weeks ago he asked me to become more than his employee, more than his girlfriend, but become his income."
Xander looked lost.
"He wanted me to be a whore. To sell myself for him, and do you know what's worst… I considered. Me, Buffy Summers considered being a prostitute." she was whispering by the end of her sentence.
"Did you?" he asked, generally concerned for his best friend
She nodded her head, and then looked at him.
"I got to the place, where I was meant to see this man. When he took me inside I felt ill so I left. Without fulfilling his needs. Angel got mad and hit me, told me I was stupid. Which I was, for ever getting involved. So later I told Cordelia, told her everything, and she went mad. She up and left for LA, don't blame her. I would, so a few days later I went into work to collect my things, and Angel said Cordelia left a message on his phone, telling him that I had been truthful." She paused.
"He said if I show my face again, he'll kill me, but not before I watch all the people I love die first. So I came here, and do you know what's stupid?"
Xander shook his head, while Buffy laughed.
"I keep thinking, 'oh I wonder if I will still have a job when I get back.' But why do I wanna go back, go back to sitting on old dirty men's laps, feeling them grow beneath me. So now you know why I'm dirty. I'm a whore Xander." Then she cried, like she never had before, all the dams holding the tears back broke, and for nearly fifteen minutes she didn't stop crying.