Chapter 3
"Willow, hurry up!" Anya's impatient voice called out.
Willow rolled her eyes. "Anya, I haven't even taken a shower yet. Hold your horses."
Anya barged into the bathroom. Willow shrieked and reached for a towel. "Anya, what the heck are you doing?"
Anya rolled her eyes. "Willow, I happen to be a female, just like you. And being a female, I come with the same prerequisite parts you do. Now, stop acting like a sissy and help me find my straight iron. My hair is frizzy and nobody wants to give orgasms to a girl with frizzy hair."
It was 'girls night out' for the three roommates. After sweet-talking Joyce into taking the weekend off, Anya decided that a little "girl time out" was just what the friends needed. Now, here they were, scrambling for clothes and makeup. And straightening irons, apparently.
"Here it is," Anya called out happily.
Willow gave her a grumpy look. "Great, now will you let me take a shower please?"
Anya rolled her eyes. "Willow, you really need to loosen up. Have you been using that vibe…" Willow squeaked with embarrassment and slammed the door in her face.
"The shower massager works just as well," Anya called through the door. She laughed and strolled to her room. It was so fun to give Willow a hard time.
Buffy, meanwhile, was having a clothing SOS. "I don't have anything to wear," she complained as Anya walked by.
Anya walked into Buffy's room. "Gee, I can't imagine how you would even notice that," she said dryly.
Buffy's room looked like her closet exploded. Clothing was draped over every available surface, chairs, bad, windowsill, and vanity. Shirts and skirts littered the floor.
Buffy gave Anya a sheepish look. "Guess I went a little overboard."
Anya nodded. "Maybe just a little. Lucky for you, I am here to help. Now, are you striving for 'innocent tramp' or more of an 'I'm a sex-maniac' type of look? Personally, I think you pull off the 'virgin slut' rather well."
As Anya foraged though the catastrophe that was Buffy's room, Buffy tried to think of a comeback to Anya's comments. Sometimes, Anya was a tad too blunt. Buffy settled with rolling her eyes and smacking Anya on the arm.
"Stop being such a bitch," Buffy said.
Anya laughed. "Sorry. Anyway, I found it, the perfect outfit for you. Ta-da!"
She proudly displayed the 'winning outfit' for Buffy's inspection, a knee-length black skirt with red silk overlay and a red open backed shirt. Strappy black heels completed the outfit.
Buffy's eyes lit up. "Oh! It's perfect! Thank you Anya!"
Previous anger forgotten, Buffy gave Anya a hug. She grabbed the clothing articles from Anya's hands and ran down the hall to pester Willow out of the bathroom.
"Your welcome," Anya called back to her, heading to her own room.
Two hours later, the three collegians were ready to hit the club. Dressed to kill and smelling slightly of an expensive bordello, the girls hailed a cab and headed to the Bronze.
Sunnydale's one and only club was wall to wall people. A deejay stood on stage, spinning out songs that were heavy with throbbing bass and light on lyrical content. Bodies of all ages, ethnicities and sizes writhed and twisted to the music, a primitive dance to the heathen god of sex and carnal pleasures.
When Spike and Xander entered the club, Spike felt the beat flow through his body. His blood pumped with electricity and adrenaline coursed though him. Tonight was a night for pleasure.
Xander didn't feel the beat or the possibilities. He felt the eyes staring and the uncomfortable feeling that he left without putting on pants. A subtle swipe confirmed he was wearing pants, but his unease continued. Xander just wanted to get a drink and hide in the back.
The ladies hit the club shortly after the guys arrived. Anya immediately headed for the dance floor and the "men with their encouraging penis grinding". Buffy and Willow opted to find a table and get drinks.
"What do you want Wills?" Buffy shouted over the noise.
"Just a coke right now," Willow shouted back.
Buffy nodded and headed to the bar for drinks. She swerved in and out of the crowd, avoiding the groping hands and leering faces. She finally made it to the bar, only slightly molested.
"Whaddya want?" the bartender asked.
"Captain and coke, seven and seven and a regular coke," Buffy replied.
The bartender nodded and started mixing the drinks. Buffy grabbed and empty barstool and sat down. Immediately, she felt a pair of hands sliding up the skin of her back.
"Okay mister, you want to keep those hands?" Buffy asked, turning around.
Behind her stood a young co-ed, grinning goofily, obviously way past the tipsy stage. "Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?"
Buffy smiled her sweetest smile and crooked her finger, bringing the hopeful young man closer. "Yeah?" he asked with 40-proof breath.
Buffy grabbed his hand and twisted. Hard. "Next time you think about touching someone without permission, I want you to think about this moment. You got me?"
The boy nodded vigorously and Buffy released his hand. He scurried back into the crowd, holding his injured hand close to his body. Buffy rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar. The bartender was looking at her with a slightly alarmed expression. Buffy just shrugged and grabbed the drinks.
She turned to head back to Willow when someone behind her knocked her forward. The coke flew out of her hand and landed directly on the person in front of her.
Buffy turned bright red. "I am so sorry…"
She was cut off by a tirade of words that could make a sailor blush. "Bloody fucking hell! What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing? Stupid wanker, look at what you did!"
Spike couldn't believe it. Some stupid twat spilled coke all over his shirt. Now it was wet and sticky. He looked over at the culprit and was met with a pair of magnificent green eyes glaring daggers at him.
"Excuse me, sir," Buffy said through her clenched teeth, "I would say that I'm very sorry, but that would be a lie."
Of all the nerve! Buffy couldn't believe how incredibly rude this jerk was being. Even if he did have the most amazing blue eyes she'd ever seen. And those cheekbones and that body….wait a minute, get back on track, Buff. You're pissed, remember?
Spike had to hold back the urge to laugh when the blonde spitfire laid into him. He even forgot about the coke, just watching her chest heave and her eyes snap with anger made him think of wild sex on the closest available surface.
Spike cleared his throat. "'M terribly sorry, luv. Sometimes, my temper gets the best of me. I'm Spike."
He held out his hand and after a moment Buffy accepted it. "Nice to meet you Spike." With that said, Buffy walked past him and toward her table. Sure, he had an incredibly hot body and that accent, Buffy thought, but he was also an incredible jerk.
Spike stood dumbfounded for a moment. Did he just get the brush off? That never happened; women didn't just brush him off. His accent alone was enough to inspire women to rip their clothes off and ride him proudly. He spun around to catch the blonde and give her a belated piece of his mind, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Xander saw the entire encounter between Spike and the blonde girl. He laughed out loud when the blonde walked away and left Spike standing there with his mouth open and shirt still soaked with soda. Spike looked mad enough to spit nails, so Xander signaled the bartender for a couple of beers.
"Shot down, huh?" Xander asked conversationally, handing Spike a beer.
"Stupid bloody bitch. Spilled her fucking cola on my shirt and then just took off," Spike fumed.
Xander smiled at his friend. "Guess I'm glad you dragged me out tonight." Spike's ego was as big as the Grand Canyon; besides, Spike deserved it for dragging him out in the first place.
While Spike nursed his beer and glowered, Willow and Buffy laughed about it, and at Anya's antics on the dance floor.
"So he just started screaming and cussing?" Willow asked.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, he was all like 'bloody hell' and 'wanker' and stuff. Very weird."
Willow giggled. Anya returned from the dance floor, sweaty and smiling. "Ah, yes. The pre-coital phase. I just love the flirting and other indicators of sexual interest. Where is my drink?"
Willow and Buffy shrugged simultaneously. Anya huffed out an annoyed breath and wandered over to the bar. She ordered and looked around for a potential dancing partner. Her eyes lit on a shy young man standing by himself on the wall. Tall with brown hair and puppy dog eyes, but doesn't look too full of himself.
Anya took her drink and wandered over to the boy. "Hi."
The boy smiled and nodded. "Uh, h-h-hi."
Anya smiled at his slight stutter. Really, he was too cute!
Willow smiled as she watched Anya stalk down her prey. That girl was simply predatory when she wanted to be. Buffy laughed and dragged Willow onto the dance floor. A sultry song came on, and the two friends began to dance.
Willow found a dance partner almost as soon as the two friends hit the floor. The shy young man was a member of a local band that played the Bronze almost every day. Willow had a crush on him for a long time, so Buffy was more than happy to let Willow go with her new dance partner.
It didn't bother Buffy too much to dance by herself. She closed her eyes and let the beat of the song wash over her. Her body dipped and twirled sensuously to the music. She imagined a mystery lover was there with her, holding her and moving with her body. She ran her hands down her body, pretending they were his. Her skin glistened with sweat as she moved to the music.
Spike couldn't take his eyes off the vision in front of him. She was glorious, absolutely, positively glorious. Sex personified. Before he knew what he was doing, Spike moved onto the dance floor. His red over-shirt discarded, leaving him in a tight white tee shirt and black jeans.
He reached the blonde bombshell and pulled her close to him. Her eyes snapped open and her mouth moved into an 'o' of surprise. Spike smiled wickedly, cocking an eyebrow in challenge.
Buffy was more than surprised when she felt hands on her body. Her eyes opened and she was stunned to see the jerk from the bar. But right when she was going to give him a piece of her mind, he issued the challenge. And Buffy never backed down from a challenge.
Spike was surprised when she didn't break away from him. And his surprise turned into shock when she wrapped her arms around him and arched her back, driving her body against his.
Buffy really didn't know what came over her. She hadn't been drinking that much, so it couldn't be the alcohol. The best she could come up with was hormones and lust. That was okay with her.
The song changed, becoming slower and bluesy. Spike pulled Buffy so close that no light shone between their bodies. He ran his hand down her back, causing her to break out in goosebumps. Buffy twined her fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Shivers raced down his spine.
Slowly, Spike spun Buffy around. Her back was snug against his chest, feeling every hard plane. Her hand remained up in his hair, trapping him in her embrace. Together, they moved to the song, grinding and caressing one another.
Buffy's body was on fire. Her panties were dangerously wet and her breath was coming out in little pants. Who knew the jerk could dance so good?
Spike was also having a difficult time. Certain parts of his anatomy were refusing to "stay down" and the last thing Spike wanted to do was spook the goddess currently pressed against him. Her scent intoxicated him, flowery with a hint of vanilla and musk. Spike didn't know what was going on; he just wanted to prolong this sweet torment as long as he could.
The song ended. Buffy reluctantly pulled away from Spike. A ghost of a smile passed over her face. What do you say to the guy you practically humped on the dance floor she asked herself. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Spike smiled, feeling the very same nervousness. Just then, a fight broke out and Buffy and Spike were pushed apart by the crowd. People were screaming and vying for better viewing positions. Buffy tried to keep Spike in sight, but she was pushed back and Spike disappeared.
A hand grabbed her arm. Buffy jumped three feet into the air and spun around to see Willow and her new beau looking at her with silly grins.
"Ready to go?" Willow asked.
Buffy shook her head. "Where's Anya?"
Willow pointed to the door. Buffy sighed and nodded. I guess Spike will have to wait for another night, she said to herself.
After the bouncers broke up the fight and restored order, Spike searched desperately for the blonde beauty, but she was gone. And he didn't even know her name.
