Frivolosity pt. 3
That Night
Dressed to entice and intimidate for her first night as a waitress, she put on her sweater, packed the diaper bag, and dressed her son before taking him to the babysitter. After the usual instructions, she kissed him good night, knowing that she would be home late. Picking up her purse and keys, she got into the truck, on her way to the Bronze.
An Hour Later
After a bit of training in the code of conduct, she put on her apron, picked up her order pad and started to go through out the club, taking orders from the various customers. After taking and delivering orders to 10 tables, she was on her way to the bathroom when she was suddenly grabbed and brought into the utility closet. She was about to scream when her attacker turned on the light, a smile on his face.
"Angel, what are you doing? I can't be here with you. I have a job to do." "And yet you're not out there doing it." Feeling his hand on her cheek, she closed her eyes momentarily, breathing in deeply. Pushing him away, she said, "No, Angel. I won't be with you while you're still with her. I won't be the other girl on the side."
"I know how much you want me, Buffy. I can tell. You felt it this morning as we kissed, both times." As he spoke, he placed his hand on her thigh, raising her skirt up higher. Once at the edge of her panties, she restrained him, removing his hand from her flesh. Backing up slightly, he said, "Meet me tonight. I want to make love with you." "No, Angel." Opening the door, she left the closet, careful to make sure that she wasn't spotted. After going to the bathroom, she came back out, on her way back to the bar to retrieve her order pad. She had a job to do, and she wasn't about to let Angel Rourke distract her.
Four Hours Later
Once she had finished wiping the tables, she collected her tips, put on her sweater, then headed out of the bar. She knew that she had school in 9 ½ hours, but she was too wired to sleep. Despite the year that she had been apart from Angel, he still made her feel like she was the most desired woman in the world, even more so than Helen of Troy, Grace Kelly, or Juliet.
Unbeknownst to her, he watched from a good distance as she climbed into her truck. Waiting a full minute after she drove off, he turned on his vehicle, intending on following her. He needed to talk to her, and if they couldn't do it here, they would do so in the privacy of her own home, wherever that may be.
That Night
Dressed to entice and intimidate for her first night as a waitress, she put on her sweater, packed the diaper bag, and dressed her son before taking him to the babysitter. After the usual instructions, she kissed him good night, knowing that she would be home late. Picking up her purse and keys, she got into the truck, on her way to the Bronze.
An Hour Later
After a bit of training in the code of conduct, she put on her apron, picked up her order pad and started to go through out the club, taking orders from the various customers. After taking and delivering orders to 10 tables, she was on her way to the bathroom when she was suddenly grabbed and brought into the utility closet. She was about to scream when her attacker turned on the light, a smile on his face.
"Angel, what are you doing? I can't be here with you. I have a job to do." "And yet you're not out there doing it." Feeling his hand on her cheek, she closed her eyes momentarily, breathing in deeply. Pushing him away, she said, "No, Angel. I won't be with you while you're still with her. I won't be the other girl on the side."
"I know how much you want me, Buffy. I can tell. You felt it this morning as we kissed, both times." As he spoke, he placed his hand on her thigh, raising her skirt up higher. Once at the edge of her panties, she restrained him, removing his hand from her flesh. Backing up slightly, he said, "Meet me tonight. I want to make love with you." "No, Angel." Opening the door, she left the closet, careful to make sure that she wasn't spotted. After going to the bathroom, she came back out, on her way back to the bar to retrieve her order pad. She had a job to do, and she wasn't about to let Angel Rourke distract her.
Four Hours Later
Once she had finished wiping the tables, she collected her tips, put on her sweater, then headed out of the bar. She knew that she had school in 9 ½ hours, but she was too wired to sleep. Despite the year that she had been apart from Angel, he still made her feel like she was the most desired woman in the world, even more so than Helen of Troy, Grace Kelly, or Juliet.
Unbeknownst to her, he watched from a good distance as she climbed into her truck. Waiting a full minute after she drove off, he turned on his vehicle, intending on following her. He needed to talk to her, and if they couldn't do it here, they would do so in the privacy of her own home, wherever that may be.