Hello everyone! Thank you to all of my reviewers, this seems to be my most popular story yet!

Sorry about the long update ...things have been pretty hectic. Without further ado...Spike stripping!

Disclaimer: How many times do we have to go through this? If it's cool, it aint' mine. This includes Bebop and Dolly Parton and the song Why'd ya come in here Looking like that .

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Spike was wearing just what she had picked out for him. Snug black and white cowhide chaps hugged his legs. Blue wranglers that were so tight they appeared painted on clung to his ass. Black leather holsters rode low on his hips and housed two six shooters. They appeared to be part of the costume, but Faye knew better. A crisp black button up conformed to his torso, top few buttons undone.

He stood motionless in the spotlight with both thumbs casually hooked over the top of the chaps. With his chin resting on his chest and the brim of his black felt hat pulled low hiding his profile except for his strong jaw, he was the perfect mystery man. Only tufts of fuzzy green hair sticking out on the sides gave him away as the cowboy Faye knew and loved.

Shit, where did that thought come from? Shaken, Faye gulped her drink and shuddered. Bad thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Money. Money is good. Think about money.

With this mantra running through her head, Faye glanced at Rylee. Nausea overcame her as she saw the lustful look on his face. How dare he look at Spike that way! The man was showing the first signs of interest all night.

Music swelled louder till the strains of "Why'd Ya Come in Here Lookin' Like That" filled the room. As Dolly Parton began to wail the lyrics, Spike began to move.

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How dare she insult Little Spikey! The cowboy was fuming. Not only did the Shrew find this stunt amusing; she had actually talked him into going through with it. Cautiously, he glanced down as he fiddled with his fly. Nope, nothing to be ashamed of there! He smirked to himself.

"Are ya sure ya don't need any help with that?" The spandex clad man was leering openly now. "Let me help you. Those zippers can be tricky, sweetheart-" Spike's horror grew as he reached for his crotch area, honestly intending to "help" him with his fly.

"Back off man! I've been getting dressed on my own for years; I don't need help now!" He turned away to fix the zipper, cursing Faye the whole time.

I can't believe I'm really doing this. Please don't let there be anyone I know out there! Offering a silent prayer to whoever was up there to listen, Spike observed his surroundings. There were three emergency exits to his back and two stage entrances. Important things to note, since all his exits when chasing bounties seemed to be emergencies.

The cross dresser was beckoning to him. "Oh yoo-hoo! Beautiful piece of man meat! You're up! Don't forget to come back to papa when you're done!" Spike shuddered as he saw the fluttering fingers and kissy faces. At this point he couldn't get onstage fast enough!

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Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here looking like that

Who the hell picked this music? Adding one more thing to get even with Faye for, Spike lifted his head to scan the crowd. His spirits lifted as he realized the crowd was mostly women.

Here comes my baby
Draggin' my heart behind
He's drivin' me crazy
Who says love is blind
He's got a wanderin' eye and a travelin' mind
Big ideas and a little behind

The women began to ooh and ahh. Spike saw a tall brunette waving a handful of cash. Hell, I may as well get something out of this. He began to work the crowd. By now his shirt was totally unbuttoned but still tucked in. A fine sheen of sweat covered his skin, making it shine in the light. Passing a group of women, he looked directly at them and tipped his hat. Three of the five women swooned.

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Waltzing right in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin' like that

The brunette made her way through to crowd. Spike still didn't see Faye or the bounty, so he kept dancing. Warm soft hands slipped inside his shirt un-tucking it. With a shrug of his shoulders and helping hands, Spike became topless. The crowd squealed their appreciation.

Maybe this isn't so bad after all...Spike thought as he felt money being stuffed into his waistband.

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Faye tossed back the rest of her drink. Who knew the cool and aloof Spike Speigel could dance like that? She watched his body weave and flow, like cool flowing liquid. Yes, the man could definitely move. I wonder just how far he'll go?

The scene in the corner was making her sick. Not only did Spike appear to be enjoying himself, after she had planned the perfect humiliation, but Rylee appeared to be really enjoying himself. How dare he look at Spike that way? It was bad enough every woman in the room was drooling over him...

"Faye. FAYE. Is he really doing it?" Jet's voice was disbelieving.

"Yes. Want to see?" Faye was teasing Jet.

"No, that's quite alright. Just get the bounty, and don't break anything this time."

"Aye aye cap'n." Faye cut the link before Jet could retort back.

The crowd was getting louder. Lifting her head to see what Spike was doing now, she came face to face with him. He was holding out a hand while still moving to the music. "Wanna dance?"

Blushing furiously, Faye took the offered hand, not knowing what to expect. Spike wrapped her arms around his neck and his own around her waist, pulling her close.

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why's you come in here lookin' like that

Up close Faye could see all the silvery patches covering Spike's torso. I never knew he was so scarred up. Beads of sweat dripped from his long nose and hair tips. She heard catty comments from the ohter women as her and Spike's bodies began to move in synch.

"What a slut."

"Cheap floozy."

"Where did she get that dress, the children's department?"

Jealous bitches, Faye thought. She jolted as she felt Spikes hands slide up her thighs. "Hey cowboy, what are you-"

That was when her dress fell to the floor, ripped from her body, leaving her covered only by her tiny pink bra and thong. Before she could take a swing at the Lunkhead, he was laughing and making his way to the corner where the bounty watched, mesmerized by his every move.

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