Previously:
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?!"
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Faith's jaw dropped open in shock at being ordered around by the smaller woman. "I am *not* getting a new job!" she protested angrily.
"You *are* getting a new job, and I'm going to help you find it," insisted Buffy once more, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes threateningly at the brunette. Faith narrowed her eyes back at the blonde and spoke through clenched teeth, "Well in *that* case, B, what other 'talents' you propose I *use*? Gonna find me a pimp so I can *fuck* my way to a new apartment?!"
Buffy flinched at that statement, her eyes widening in shock and hurt. "No, Faith, I'd never-..." she stopped herself, "Look, I just don't want you to lower yourself to this level." Buffy paused, avoiding Faith's eyes without really knowing why. "You're better than this," she added, softer than her previous statements.
Faith stopped, her eyes widening at Buffy's caring words. She felt a small flutter of hope in her stomach but pushed it down, not daring to believe her crush on the blonde was ever gonna happen. 'She just worries about me is all...' she told herself, 'As a friend.'
The brunette sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Whatever B, just let me change," she said, as close to an 'ok' as she was going to get, "And could you grab the rest of the costume from Red and the X-man out there? I gotta return it with the rest of this stuff." She gestured to her outfit, or lack thereof. Buffy looked down and unconsciously followed the brunette's hand motion before she realized that she already knew what Faith was and was *not* wearing. A slight flush appeared over her features and Buffy turned around and quickly exited the bathroom, setting her mind to her task.
Buffy walked down the hall she had dragged Faith down to get to the bathroom and gave the strip joint a quick look-over to make sure Willow and Xander had stayed in their seats. Sure enough, Xander was still in his seat, watching the new stripper on stage.
Giving the stripper a quick appraisal, the blonde Slayer came to the conclusion that not all the strippers were as awful as the first one they had seen. However, judging by some of the audience member's disappointed expressions, as well as the looks that were being tossed her way, Faith was obviously a crowd favorite. Buffy gave the guy who'd asked Faith for a lap dance a glare that most vamps knew to run from. His eyes widened and he turned around quickly in his chair, trying to make it look like he didn't want to miss the show to his friends.
She checked the seat next to Xander's and found Willow staring at her lap again. Sighing at her shy friend's obvious discomfort, she walked up and waved a hand in front of Xander's face, and then indicated to the confused boy that he give up the skirt. He tried to play it off like he didn't have the skirt, but seeing the look on Buffy's face, he relented and reluctantly handed the skirt over. "What, I can't keep a souvenir?"
"No," Buffy said in a tone that brooked no arguments. At Xander's disappointed 'aww...', Buffy moved in front of Willow, who was playing with the collar of the blouse Faith had tossed at her. The redhead seemed slightly dazed, and her breath was coming in soft, short gasps. Buffy kneeled in front of her friend and tucked the curtain of red hair that was blocking Willow's face behind her ear. The red head was *still* blushing from her encounter. Buffy sighed, making a mental note to yell at Faith later.
"Willow?" Buffy ventured, and gave a pleased smile when the redhead looked up at her, looking almost startled at the blonde's appearance, as if she had just noticed Buffy was there. "You ok, Will?" Buffy asked, concerned, "Faith didn't freak you out did she?" At the mention of the brunette Slayer's name, Willow unconsciously licked her lips. After a short pause, Willow seemed to finally process her friend's question and shot into an animated reply.
"No no no! Faith was uhm...she didn't 'freak me out' really, I'm just normally...you know...freaky. I mean, why else would I be sitting here at a strip club with my 2 best buds! Yeah that's me just your everyday normally freaky Willow. That's an oxymoron isn't it? Yep, I guess it is and now you're giving me that look like you do when I won't shut up cuz I'm babbling and you wanna say something so I'm gonna stop now..."
Willow ducked her head and blushed even further at her inability to just *say* something clearly without going into a classic Willowy babblefest. Buffy, on the other hand couldn't help but smile at her adorable best friend, and slid two fingers under Willow's chin to regain eye contact.
"Willow," Buffy paused, rethinking her question, "Did you... like it?" At Willow's panicked look that signified another waterfall of Willow-thoughts, Buffy quickly said, "Nevermind, we'll talk about this later, ok?" She got up and walked away.
Five feet from leaving the red head, Buffy realized she had the skirt in her hands and remembered why she had come over here in the first place. She came back to the redhead and looked sheepish as she pointed to the blouse in the redhead's hands, explaining that Faith needed it. The redhead handed it over and Buffy made her way back to the bathroom, before realizing that Faith must have gone to her dressing room. Exasperated, she grumbled to herself, "Way to go Buffy. Really should've thought to ask her where it was first. Ugh..."
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Jan leaned forward into Faith arms, "I can't believe she *left* me! I thought she *loved* me!" She sobbed openly into the dark Slayer's arms, who patted her back awkwardly.
"Listen Jan, the bitch probably wasn't worth it anyway," Faith tried to comfort her fellow stripper, wondering what the *fuck* possessed Jan to cry on *her* shoulder! She had made a point to be pretty cold towards most of the other girls, so she didn't understand why...oh. *Oh*... One of Jan's hands had slid up from Faith's waist to one of her breasts, the thumb of Jan's hand sliding enticingly over Faith's erect nipple.
Don't get her wrong, Faith wasn't turned on by the bottle blonde in front of her. The fact was she had never gotten a chance to work off her post- Slayage hornies, but had managed to push them out of the forefront until now. Faith bit her lip to stop a moan as she felt the older woman's other hand play with the waistband of her panties.
"Uhm...Jan, listen I don't think this is the best ide-" Jan cut her off, hungrily claiming the brunette Slayers full mouth. The Slayer lust started to cloud her senses and Faith's hands slid down to cup the other woman's ass, pulling her closer as she bit lightly at the blonde's lower lip.
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"Faith, I got your- *Holy* God this is *not* a good time!" Buffy gawked at the display once she had found Faith's door. Faith was pinned against the wall moaning softly and had one leg wrapped around a blonde woman who's hands were places Buffy tried not to think about.
Faith opened her eyes, about to curse off whoever came in without knocking when she saw that 'rude person' had been Buffy Summers. Just as Faith opened her mouth to cry out in shock at Buffy's sudden appearance, the older woman swiped her thumb deliciously over Faith's swollen clit, and Faith came right then and there, her eyes locked with her fellow Slayer's.
"Buffyyyyyy..."
Faith's soft, almost agonized, moan of ecstasy rang in Buffy's ears. Jan, however, looked less than pleased. "What the *fuck* was *that*?!" she yelled at Faith. "Why don't you fucking *look*?!" replied Faith who pointed at Buffy while still flushed as the result of a mixture of the afterglow, embarrassment, and anger at being caught. Jan huffed angrily and stormed out of the room, yanking on her jacket as she went.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.
"Is she a uh...friend of yours?"
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?!"
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Faith's jaw dropped open in shock at being ordered around by the smaller woman. "I am *not* getting a new job!" she protested angrily.
"You *are* getting a new job, and I'm going to help you find it," insisted Buffy once more, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes threateningly at the brunette. Faith narrowed her eyes back at the blonde and spoke through clenched teeth, "Well in *that* case, B, what other 'talents' you propose I *use*? Gonna find me a pimp so I can *fuck* my way to a new apartment?!"
Buffy flinched at that statement, her eyes widening in shock and hurt. "No, Faith, I'd never-..." she stopped herself, "Look, I just don't want you to lower yourself to this level." Buffy paused, avoiding Faith's eyes without really knowing why. "You're better than this," she added, softer than her previous statements.
Faith stopped, her eyes widening at Buffy's caring words. She felt a small flutter of hope in her stomach but pushed it down, not daring to believe her crush on the blonde was ever gonna happen. 'She just worries about me is all...' she told herself, 'As a friend.'
The brunette sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Whatever B, just let me change," she said, as close to an 'ok' as she was going to get, "And could you grab the rest of the costume from Red and the X-man out there? I gotta return it with the rest of this stuff." She gestured to her outfit, or lack thereof. Buffy looked down and unconsciously followed the brunette's hand motion before she realized that she already knew what Faith was and was *not* wearing. A slight flush appeared over her features and Buffy turned around and quickly exited the bathroom, setting her mind to her task.
Buffy walked down the hall she had dragged Faith down to get to the bathroom and gave the strip joint a quick look-over to make sure Willow and Xander had stayed in their seats. Sure enough, Xander was still in his seat, watching the new stripper on stage.
Giving the stripper a quick appraisal, the blonde Slayer came to the conclusion that not all the strippers were as awful as the first one they had seen. However, judging by some of the audience member's disappointed expressions, as well as the looks that were being tossed her way, Faith was obviously a crowd favorite. Buffy gave the guy who'd asked Faith for a lap dance a glare that most vamps knew to run from. His eyes widened and he turned around quickly in his chair, trying to make it look like he didn't want to miss the show to his friends.
She checked the seat next to Xander's and found Willow staring at her lap again. Sighing at her shy friend's obvious discomfort, she walked up and waved a hand in front of Xander's face, and then indicated to the confused boy that he give up the skirt. He tried to play it off like he didn't have the skirt, but seeing the look on Buffy's face, he relented and reluctantly handed the skirt over. "What, I can't keep a souvenir?"
"No," Buffy said in a tone that brooked no arguments. At Xander's disappointed 'aww...', Buffy moved in front of Willow, who was playing with the collar of the blouse Faith had tossed at her. The redhead seemed slightly dazed, and her breath was coming in soft, short gasps. Buffy kneeled in front of her friend and tucked the curtain of red hair that was blocking Willow's face behind her ear. The red head was *still* blushing from her encounter. Buffy sighed, making a mental note to yell at Faith later.
"Willow?" Buffy ventured, and gave a pleased smile when the redhead looked up at her, looking almost startled at the blonde's appearance, as if she had just noticed Buffy was there. "You ok, Will?" Buffy asked, concerned, "Faith didn't freak you out did she?" At the mention of the brunette Slayer's name, Willow unconsciously licked her lips. After a short pause, Willow seemed to finally process her friend's question and shot into an animated reply.
"No no no! Faith was uhm...she didn't 'freak me out' really, I'm just normally...you know...freaky. I mean, why else would I be sitting here at a strip club with my 2 best buds! Yeah that's me just your everyday normally freaky Willow. That's an oxymoron isn't it? Yep, I guess it is and now you're giving me that look like you do when I won't shut up cuz I'm babbling and you wanna say something so I'm gonna stop now..."
Willow ducked her head and blushed even further at her inability to just *say* something clearly without going into a classic Willowy babblefest. Buffy, on the other hand couldn't help but smile at her adorable best friend, and slid two fingers under Willow's chin to regain eye contact.
"Willow," Buffy paused, rethinking her question, "Did you... like it?" At Willow's panicked look that signified another waterfall of Willow-thoughts, Buffy quickly said, "Nevermind, we'll talk about this later, ok?" She got up and walked away.
Five feet from leaving the red head, Buffy realized she had the skirt in her hands and remembered why she had come over here in the first place. She came back to the redhead and looked sheepish as she pointed to the blouse in the redhead's hands, explaining that Faith needed it. The redhead handed it over and Buffy made her way back to the bathroom, before realizing that Faith must have gone to her dressing room. Exasperated, she grumbled to herself, "Way to go Buffy. Really should've thought to ask her where it was first. Ugh..."
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Jan leaned forward into Faith arms, "I can't believe she *left* me! I thought she *loved* me!" She sobbed openly into the dark Slayer's arms, who patted her back awkwardly.
"Listen Jan, the bitch probably wasn't worth it anyway," Faith tried to comfort her fellow stripper, wondering what the *fuck* possessed Jan to cry on *her* shoulder! She had made a point to be pretty cold towards most of the other girls, so she didn't understand why...oh. *Oh*... One of Jan's hands had slid up from Faith's waist to one of her breasts, the thumb of Jan's hand sliding enticingly over Faith's erect nipple.
Don't get her wrong, Faith wasn't turned on by the bottle blonde in front of her. The fact was she had never gotten a chance to work off her post- Slayage hornies, but had managed to push them out of the forefront until now. Faith bit her lip to stop a moan as she felt the older woman's other hand play with the waistband of her panties.
"Uhm...Jan, listen I don't think this is the best ide-" Jan cut her off, hungrily claiming the brunette Slayers full mouth. The Slayer lust started to cloud her senses and Faith's hands slid down to cup the other woman's ass, pulling her closer as she bit lightly at the blonde's lower lip.
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"Faith, I got your- *Holy* God this is *not* a good time!" Buffy gawked at the display once she had found Faith's door. Faith was pinned against the wall moaning softly and had one leg wrapped around a blonde woman who's hands were places Buffy tried not to think about.
Faith opened her eyes, about to curse off whoever came in without knocking when she saw that 'rude person' had been Buffy Summers. Just as Faith opened her mouth to cry out in shock at Buffy's sudden appearance, the older woman swiped her thumb deliciously over Faith's swollen clit, and Faith came right then and there, her eyes locked with her fellow Slayer's.
"Buffyyyyyy..."
Faith's soft, almost agonized, moan of ecstasy rang in Buffy's ears. Jan, however, looked less than pleased. "What the *fuck* was *that*?!" she yelled at Faith. "Why don't you fucking *look*?!" replied Faith who pointed at Buffy while still flushed as the result of a mixture of the afterglow, embarrassment, and anger at being caught. Jan huffed angrily and stormed out of the room, yanking on her jacket as she went.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.
"Is she a uh...friend of yours?"