CHAPTER 2:
The next day Buffy was in her ballet class trying to lift her leg up higher over the bar.
"Ok good Buffy," her instructor informed her as she lifted her leg up. "If you don't mind I would like you to practise a routine with Clive in front of the rest of the class."
Buffy sighed.Clive the Clutz? Rolling her eyes she agreed and allowed the spotty young man to take her hand, while her grinning ballet instructor pressed play on the stereo.
"Ode to Joy" came blaring out of the stereo.
Clive winked at Buffy as he started prancing about and even attempting to lift the fragile blonde over his shoulder.
Buffy glared at him. "Oi watch the tutu buster!" she mumbled, as it slipped down to her ankles. As she didn't want to cause a scene she carried on dancing. Faster and faster she twirled as the music got more and more intense, leaving the audience gasping at her expertise.
Buffy giggled to herself. * Now for the finale! * she thought as she lifted her leg up upto her head. The grand finale didn't go to plan though, as Clive had other ideas.
"Ta da!!!" he exclaimed as he lifted Buffy up over his head.
Buffy tried to wriggle free but ended up in a heap on the floor, her penis on full show through her beige tights.
The audience gasped for a moment then started pointing and laughing to a chorus of, Freak! Freak! FREAK!!!! FREAK!!!
Suddenly the nightmare ended and Buffy was left sitting up in bed wondering where the hell she was.
"Ok no more cheese crackers and Dirty Dancing videos for me!" she said aloud, her voice quivering silently. She looked around the room. For some strange reason she could smell the essence of Spike. His aftershave, mmmm. God she hadn't realised how much she missed him. Letting out a loud sigh she leant over and clicked her lamp on.
"HOLY SHIT SPIKE!!!"
Spike smiled as he grabbed her wrists and kissed her hungrily, letting their legs entwine as he pushed her gently back onto the bed..
TO BE CONTINUED.. .. ..
The next day Buffy was in her ballet class trying to lift her leg up higher over the bar.
"Ok good Buffy," her instructor informed her as she lifted her leg up. "If you don't mind I would like you to practise a routine with Clive in front of the rest of the class."
Buffy sighed.Clive the Clutz? Rolling her eyes she agreed and allowed the spotty young man to take her hand, while her grinning ballet instructor pressed play on the stereo.
"Ode to Joy" came blaring out of the stereo.
Clive winked at Buffy as he started prancing about and even attempting to lift the fragile blonde over his shoulder.
Buffy glared at him. "Oi watch the tutu buster!" she mumbled, as it slipped down to her ankles. As she didn't want to cause a scene she carried on dancing. Faster and faster she twirled as the music got more and more intense, leaving the audience gasping at her expertise.
Buffy giggled to herself. * Now for the finale! * she thought as she lifted her leg up upto her head. The grand finale didn't go to plan though, as Clive had other ideas.
"Ta da!!!" he exclaimed as he lifted Buffy up over his head.
Buffy tried to wriggle free but ended up in a heap on the floor, her penis on full show through her beige tights.
The audience gasped for a moment then started pointing and laughing to a chorus of, Freak! Freak! FREAK!!!! FREAK!!!
Suddenly the nightmare ended and Buffy was left sitting up in bed wondering where the hell she was.
"Ok no more cheese crackers and Dirty Dancing videos for me!" she said aloud, her voice quivering silently. She looked around the room. For some strange reason she could smell the essence of Spike. His aftershave, mmmm. God she hadn't realised how much she missed him. Letting out a loud sigh she leant over and clicked her lamp on.
"HOLY SHIT SPIKE!!!"
Spike smiled as he grabbed her wrists and kissed her hungrily, letting their legs entwine as he pushed her gently back onto the bed..
TO BE CONTINUED.. .. ..