The women led him inside the backdoor into a tiny hallway that led to a
large studio filled with scantily clad men. A tiny man who obviously
enjoyed more than just the high quality of the onion blossoms greeted
Spike with literally open arms and began to lead him to a separate
room.
"So you're the new hottie, right hun?" Spike did not like the way this man had his arm around his waist.
"Uh, yeah. I could use the extra dough." He tried to move away from the little man's influence, causing him to stop and look Spike up and down.
"You'll do well here, I love the leather look..."
"Right...well send me to the stage then..." He just wanted to get to the ladies, before this poofter tried to rub off on him.
"Oh no! You can't go on just yet muffin! You need to tell me the song you want to dance to!" Spike thought about it for a minute, and came up with the perfect one. After telling the guy his song, he was going to ask again where to go but the tiny man just shoved a tiny leather scrap of fabric in his hands.
"What the hell is this?" It was a couple of stretchy black strings attached to a leather triangle in the front. It looked like... "A thong! Silly, got to impress the ladies, although I know you will anyway! And, you can keep the coat too, it really works with the hair." He pointed to the change room they were standing beside, so Spike walked inside.
"Can't wait to see you out there! Bye!" With that last creepy comment, the organizer shut the change room door.
The outside of the "Naked Knights" Strip Club was absolutely packed according to Buffy's lack of patience at this moment. The lineup to get inside was all the way down the street! She was just going to admit defeat and go home when a bouncer waved her over. "Hey Miss, you want to get in?" He was African-American and quite the hottie in Buffy's opinion.
"Yeah, thanks." She smiled in a flirty way as the bouncer pushed through the people waiting in line to get her to the front door. The front doors were fancy dark wood doors with red velvet curtains at each side.
"This is just what I needed." She giggled to herself as she spied five men dancing on the far-off stage in barely there raincoats. And guess what song was playing?
It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men...
Gliding into the main viewing hall, Buffy found a table for one near the front. She felt kind of weird going to a strip club without any friends to accompany her, but its not like she had a lot in LA. 'Screw it! I'm going to have fun tonight, and no one can ruin it for me!' She thought with determination the men in raincoats flung their clothing to crowd and swayed their bare hips violently.
The women around her were all crowded around the stage, hoping to get up close and personal. A few times during the next performances she watched some women being pulled on stage to dance with the well-endowed men who had perfectly muscled stomachs. Although the men were good looking, Buffy wasn't completely enthralled by any of them.
Strangely enough, her mind kept going back to her encounter with Spike. Buffy had never really thought of her ex-nemesis in a sexual way, but she was curious as to what he looked like under his usual black get-up. 'Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!' It was harder to get his picture out of her head with every increasing tempo of the music. She felt cheap and desperate for fantasizing about a vampire, but how could she not when he looked like he did?
'He'd sooner rip you a new throat then give you the time of night, so stop even thinking about it!'
She knew she had been alone for way too long, and her visit with Spike didn't help her loneliness any. Snapping back to present time, Buffy noticed that the men were gone and the stage was dark except for a single spotlight focused on the red curtain.
"Ladies and more ladies, thank-you for joining us here at "Naked Knights!" We hope you enjoy your stay!" The crowd whooped and hollered at the anticipation.
"As a special event tonight, we bring you a new dancer straight off the streets of Los Angeles!"
The women cheered in anticipation of the mystery stripper.
"Now as all you regulars know, before we reveal this exotic creature we have to choose one girl to be up on stage...cue the spotlight!"
The bright red spotlight spun around the room, looking for its prey. Buffy hoped it wouldn't be her, she really didn't want to be up in front of people tonight. Casting its gaze on the next victim, Buffy was glazed over with the red light.
"Shit."
The crowd parted, many women looked envious as they waved her up to the main stage.
"DO YOU LADIES WANNA SEE WHAT WE HAVE FOR YOU?"
"YEAH!" Screams from the audience made Buffy focus more on the entrance where the sex god was going to be in moments.
"GET READY FOR...MR. NAUGHTY!" The lights in the club all dimmed except for the velvety red light that now cast its gaze to the stage curtain.
"So you're the new hottie, right hun?" Spike did not like the way this man had his arm around his waist.
"Uh, yeah. I could use the extra dough." He tried to move away from the little man's influence, causing him to stop and look Spike up and down.
"You'll do well here, I love the leather look..."
"Right...well send me to the stage then..." He just wanted to get to the ladies, before this poofter tried to rub off on him.
"Oh no! You can't go on just yet muffin! You need to tell me the song you want to dance to!" Spike thought about it for a minute, and came up with the perfect one. After telling the guy his song, he was going to ask again where to go but the tiny man just shoved a tiny leather scrap of fabric in his hands.
"What the hell is this?" It was a couple of stretchy black strings attached to a leather triangle in the front. It looked like... "A thong! Silly, got to impress the ladies, although I know you will anyway! And, you can keep the coat too, it really works with the hair." He pointed to the change room they were standing beside, so Spike walked inside.
"Can't wait to see you out there! Bye!" With that last creepy comment, the organizer shut the change room door.
The outside of the "Naked Knights" Strip Club was absolutely packed according to Buffy's lack of patience at this moment. The lineup to get inside was all the way down the street! She was just going to admit defeat and go home when a bouncer waved her over. "Hey Miss, you want to get in?" He was African-American and quite the hottie in Buffy's opinion.
"Yeah, thanks." She smiled in a flirty way as the bouncer pushed through the people waiting in line to get her to the front door. The front doors were fancy dark wood doors with red velvet curtains at each side.
"This is just what I needed." She giggled to herself as she spied five men dancing on the far-off stage in barely there raincoats. And guess what song was playing?
It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men...
Gliding into the main viewing hall, Buffy found a table for one near the front. She felt kind of weird going to a strip club without any friends to accompany her, but its not like she had a lot in LA. 'Screw it! I'm going to have fun tonight, and no one can ruin it for me!' She thought with determination the men in raincoats flung their clothing to crowd and swayed their bare hips violently.
The women around her were all crowded around the stage, hoping to get up close and personal. A few times during the next performances she watched some women being pulled on stage to dance with the well-endowed men who had perfectly muscled stomachs. Although the men were good looking, Buffy wasn't completely enthralled by any of them.
Strangely enough, her mind kept going back to her encounter with Spike. Buffy had never really thought of her ex-nemesis in a sexual way, but she was curious as to what he looked like under his usual black get-up. 'Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!' It was harder to get his picture out of her head with every increasing tempo of the music. She felt cheap and desperate for fantasizing about a vampire, but how could she not when he looked like he did?
'He'd sooner rip you a new throat then give you the time of night, so stop even thinking about it!'
She knew she had been alone for way too long, and her visit with Spike didn't help her loneliness any. Snapping back to present time, Buffy noticed that the men were gone and the stage was dark except for a single spotlight focused on the red curtain.
"Ladies and more ladies, thank-you for joining us here at "Naked Knights!" We hope you enjoy your stay!" The crowd whooped and hollered at the anticipation.
"As a special event tonight, we bring you a new dancer straight off the streets of Los Angeles!"
The women cheered in anticipation of the mystery stripper.
"Now as all you regulars know, before we reveal this exotic creature we have to choose one girl to be up on stage...cue the spotlight!"
The bright red spotlight spun around the room, looking for its prey. Buffy hoped it wouldn't be her, she really didn't want to be up in front of people tonight. Casting its gaze on the next victim, Buffy was glazed over with the red light.
"Shit."
The crowd parted, many women looked envious as they waved her up to the main stage.
"DO YOU LADIES WANNA SEE WHAT WE HAVE FOR YOU?"
"YEAH!" Screams from the audience made Buffy focus more on the entrance where the sex god was going to be in moments.
"GET READY FOR...MR. NAUGHTY!" The lights in the club all dimmed except for the velvety red light that now cast its gaze to the stage curtain.