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Chapter 2
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Buffy's eyes took in her fellow Slayer's appearance. The brunette was wearing her hair in a hurried ponytail, a few tendrils of dark hair curling down around her face and neck. Her full lips slid around every syllable and let it slip away from her mouth, floating dazedly into the audience, the words of the song leaving a haunting feeling in Buffy's and the other patrons' chests.
Faith took a step forward, one hand tugging lightly on the collar of her blouse before traveling downward and slowly undoing three buttons, allowing a glimpse of a black lace bra. She gazed out at the audience through half lidded eyes with a half smile gracing her mouth as she sang, giving a hint of mischief to her appearance.
The audience was completely silent, as if everyone was holding their collective breath. Buffy snapped out of her daze when Faith locked eyes with her and winked, giving the blonde a dimpled grin to go with it. Buffy felt herself blush, but for some reason couldn't tear herself away from the lithe form on stage.
Faith's hands trailed lightly down her sides, her hips swaying as she danced. She turned around and looked at the audience over her shoulder, finally unbuttoning her shirt all the way, and sliding it enticingly down one shoulder and the next, inch by inch of creamy flesh becoming exposed. The shirt fell down her arms easily, and Faith caught it in one hand before tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. A small cry of shock came from the front row and Buffy's heightened sense of hearing told her the voice belonged to Willow.
The redhead's eyes shot from the (still warm!) blouse in her hands back to the brunette on stage, who hooked an ankle around the pole and spun around it halfway landing gracefully on the other side, her high heeled shoes scraping lightly against the stage floor once she landed. She was stripping almost casually, as if she was dancing alone in her room, in front of a mirror. Willow's face nearly matched her hair as she sat riveted by Faith's performance.
The black lace of her bra stood out from the brunette's pale, smooth skin, and she teasingly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her dark gray pleated skirt before starting to undo the buttons down the side. She'd stopped singing, but the instrumental played in the background, swirling lightly through the background of everyone's minds as Faith spun around the pole after tossing her skirt into the audience as well, and another startled "Eep!" told Buffy it had landed on Xander this time.
Faith's hair loosed itself of the ponytail midway through the spin and now lay tousled against her shoulders as she licked her lips seductively and lowered herself to the floor of the stage. She crawled, panther-like, towards a certain redhead in the audience, swinging her legs gently over the edge of the stage.
Willow, unaware of staring openly at the brunette beauty in front of her, snapped out of her daze when Faith straddled her lap, clothed in nothing but a black lace lingerie set, white knee socks, and high heeled loafers. A small whimper escaped Willow's throat as Faith leaned forward and whispered in her ear, husky and teasing.
"Enjoying the show, Red?" Faith's breath tickled Willow's ear and the redhead gave a small pleasured sigh. Faith grinned and gave Xander (whose gaze had not wavered from Faith the second she got on stage) a pointed look as she gave Willow's neck a small nibble and then licking the sensitive skin with a predatory grin on her face. Both Xander and Willow moaned in unison, but Xander knew what that look meant. "This will *never* be you," it had said, but at the moment, he was a little too turned on to be disappointed.
Faith gave the redhead one more nip and strode about the audience, stopping when a balding middle aged guy held up a twenty, asking for a lap dance. Faith gave him a fake smile and went to grab the twenty, thinking 'Hey, a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do...' when suddenly she found herself being dragged into the bathroom. The hand that she had reached out with the grab the cash was now firmly grasped in the small hand of her fellow Slayer. Faith wrenched her hand away from the shorter Slayer's angrily.
"Jesus Christ B, you trying to get me fired?" she growled at the older girl.
"How could you do this Faith? It's- it's...degrading!" Buffy nearly shrieked.
"Whoa whoa, B, chill! It's no big deal! I don't even go topless for chrissake, and this place is actually really clean for a stri-"
"*Enough!*" cut in Buffy, "You probably scarred Willow for life, if nothing else!"
Faith was taken aback. "What the *fuck* are you talkin' about, B?! She *liked* it! For fucks sake it was completely *obvious!* You're just jea-" she protested loudly.
Buffy opened her mouth to interrupt yet again but was beaten to the punch by the manager bursting in the door.
"Lenore! I thought I fuckin' told you no fights during a fuckin' show! Tell your bitches that you're a stripper before you fuck 'em for the love of Christ!"
"Yes, Tony," Faith growled slightly, trying to avoid Buffy's look. Buffy pushed away the indication that Faith slept with numerous *women*, assuming this kind of thing must have happened with the other dancers and the manager had confused them with Faith. She ignored the voice that said Faith could never be mistaken for anyone else.
The manager gave Faith and Buffy a stern look, but stopped and looked Buffy up and down, leering slightly. "'Ey you ain't so bad yourself Blondie, if ya ever need a job-"
"Fuck off, Tony," cut in Faith, fire flashing in her eyes, "No fuckin' way."
Tony's eyes narrowed, "You watch your step Lenore, or you'll be out of a job." He slammed the door to the bathroom, leaving Buffy still glaring (although now determinedly) at Faith.
"You're getting a new job."
"WHAT?!"
Buffy's eyes took in her fellow Slayer's appearance. The brunette was wearing her hair in a hurried ponytail, a few tendrils of dark hair curling down around her face and neck. Her full lips slid around every syllable and let it slip away from her mouth, floating dazedly into the audience, the words of the song leaving a haunting feeling in Buffy's and the other patrons' chests.
Faith took a step forward, one hand tugging lightly on the collar of her blouse before traveling downward and slowly undoing three buttons, allowing a glimpse of a black lace bra. She gazed out at the audience through half lidded eyes with a half smile gracing her mouth as she sang, giving a hint of mischief to her appearance.
The audience was completely silent, as if everyone was holding their collective breath. Buffy snapped out of her daze when Faith locked eyes with her and winked, giving the blonde a dimpled grin to go with it. Buffy felt herself blush, but for some reason couldn't tear herself away from the lithe form on stage.
Faith's hands trailed lightly down her sides, her hips swaying as she danced. She turned around and looked at the audience over her shoulder, finally unbuttoning her shirt all the way, and sliding it enticingly down one shoulder and the next, inch by inch of creamy flesh becoming exposed. The shirt fell down her arms easily, and Faith caught it in one hand before tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. A small cry of shock came from the front row and Buffy's heightened sense of hearing told her the voice belonged to Willow.
The redhead's eyes shot from the (still warm!) blouse in her hands back to the brunette on stage, who hooked an ankle around the pole and spun around it halfway landing gracefully on the other side, her high heeled shoes scraping lightly against the stage floor once she landed. She was stripping almost casually, as if she was dancing alone in her room, in front of a mirror. Willow's face nearly matched her hair as she sat riveted by Faith's performance.
The black lace of her bra stood out from the brunette's pale, smooth skin, and she teasingly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her dark gray pleated skirt before starting to undo the buttons down the side. She'd stopped singing, but the instrumental played in the background, swirling lightly through the background of everyone's minds as Faith spun around the pole after tossing her skirt into the audience as well, and another startled "Eep!" told Buffy it had landed on Xander this time.
Faith's hair loosed itself of the ponytail midway through the spin and now lay tousled against her shoulders as she licked her lips seductively and lowered herself to the floor of the stage. She crawled, panther-like, towards a certain redhead in the audience, swinging her legs gently over the edge of the stage.
Willow, unaware of staring openly at the brunette beauty in front of her, snapped out of her daze when Faith straddled her lap, clothed in nothing but a black lace lingerie set, white knee socks, and high heeled loafers. A small whimper escaped Willow's throat as Faith leaned forward and whispered in her ear, husky and teasing.
"Enjoying the show, Red?" Faith's breath tickled Willow's ear and the redhead gave a small pleasured sigh. Faith grinned and gave Xander (whose gaze had not wavered from Faith the second she got on stage) a pointed look as she gave Willow's neck a small nibble and then licking the sensitive skin with a predatory grin on her face. Both Xander and Willow moaned in unison, but Xander knew what that look meant. "This will *never* be you," it had said, but at the moment, he was a little too turned on to be disappointed.
Faith gave the redhead one more nip and strode about the audience, stopping when a balding middle aged guy held up a twenty, asking for a lap dance. Faith gave him a fake smile and went to grab the twenty, thinking 'Hey, a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do...' when suddenly she found herself being dragged into the bathroom. The hand that she had reached out with the grab the cash was now firmly grasped in the small hand of her fellow Slayer. Faith wrenched her hand away from the shorter Slayer's angrily.
"Jesus Christ B, you trying to get me fired?" she growled at the older girl.
"How could you do this Faith? It's- it's...degrading!" Buffy nearly shrieked.
"Whoa whoa, B, chill! It's no big deal! I don't even go topless for chrissake, and this place is actually really clean for a stri-"
"*Enough!*" cut in Buffy, "You probably scarred Willow for life, if nothing else!"
Faith was taken aback. "What the *fuck* are you talkin' about, B?! She *liked* it! For fucks sake it was completely *obvious!* You're just jea-" she protested loudly.
Buffy opened her mouth to interrupt yet again but was beaten to the punch by the manager bursting in the door.
"Lenore! I thought I fuckin' told you no fights during a fuckin' show! Tell your bitches that you're a stripper before you fuck 'em for the love of Christ!"
"Yes, Tony," Faith growled slightly, trying to avoid Buffy's look. Buffy pushed away the indication that Faith slept with numerous *women*, assuming this kind of thing must have happened with the other dancers and the manager had confused them with Faith. She ignored the voice that said Faith could never be mistaken for anyone else.
The manager gave Faith and Buffy a stern look, but stopped and looked Buffy up and down, leering slightly. "'Ey you ain't so bad yourself Blondie, if ya ever need a job-"
"Fuck off, Tony," cut in Faith, fire flashing in her eyes, "No fuckin' way."
Tony's eyes narrowed, "You watch your step Lenore, or you'll be out of a job." He slammed the door to the bathroom, leaving Buffy still glaring (although now determinedly) at Faith.
"You're getting a new job."
"WHAT?!"