Chapter 18 - Appointments

Faith was Spike's first mock client, and to say he was nervous was a gross understatement. Faith scared him a little bit if he was being honest. He paced around the room he'd been assigned, Darla's old room, and waited for her to knock on the door. He looked at the furnishings and decor and thought he'd need to update it to fit his own personality if he was going to be seeing clients in here. It was clearly a woman's space.

A knock sounded on the door and he startled then took a breath to calm himself and walked over to the door. He opened it with a smile and his jaw dropped.

She was dressed like a schoolgirl. The white button-down shirt with the tails tied into a knot above her belly button, the plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, the patent leather shoes, her hair in pigtails, the whole shebang. She smirked at his expression and said, "Hey, we're role-playing, right? Are you going to invite me in?"

He reeled in his jaw and nodded weakly then said, "Evening, Miss. Won't you come in?"

She bounced through the door, chewing loudly on the gum in her mouth, and held up several hundred-dollar bills then, honest to God, blew and popped a bubble. "What do I get for this?"

Spike stared at her for a few seconds then cracked his neck and whispered to himself, "You can do this, mate. Just play the part." He closed the door then took the cash and tucked it into his pocket as he leaned close and brushed his lips against her ear, saying in a low, sultry voice, "Anything you want, pet."

Faith shivered and turned to face him, trailing her fingertips down his chest. "Anything?" He nodded then groaned quietly when she flicked one of his piercings. She smirked insolently up at him. "Looks like I've been bad. What are you gonna do about it?"

He thought he understood where she was going with this. Buffy had told him one of Faith's favorite things was to play errant schoolgirl and have whoever she was shagging at the time 'correct' her behavior. She wanted Spike to spank her and then shag her while her ass was still on fire. He smiled. He could do that.

He took her sharply by the arm and marched her across the room then forced her to bend over and place her hands on the desk. "I'll be right back, Missy, and if you move from that spot, things will go much worse for you." He turned and left the room, jogging down the hall to Faith's playroom. He went in, nodding to Boy who was restrained on his knees in the corner, and chose a crop from the wide selection hanging on one wall. He smacked it against his leg and nodded. This one would do.

When he reentered his room, Faith had turned around and was leaning against the desk, twirling her gum around a finger. She smiled defiantly over at him then nonchalantly turned around and resumed her prior position. Spike closed the door with a sharp slam and stalked across the room. He flipped her skirt over her back and stepped to the side, taking careful aim, then brought the crop down hard against her ass. She jumped forward with a squeal and he hit her again. He kept up the barrage, covering her ass with red welts until she was panting and pushing back in anticipation of the next blow.

He could smell her arousal, the room was thick with the scent, and he dropped the crop then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled himself out. She was wearing a thong that he ripped from her body before he slid into her with a harsh thrust. He set a brutal pace, slamming the buttons of his jeans against her sore ass as he pounded into her. She came with a scream and he followed seconds later, slamming into her hard. He slumped forward over her back and panted, "That's what I'm gonna do about it."

He pulled out then caught her around the waist when her legs gave out. He lifted her and carried her to the bed then laid her down. She looked up at him and bent her knees, opening her legs. "I want your tongue, Spike."

He climbed onto the bed and settled himself between her legs then went to work, bringing her close to another screaming climax. When she was on the razor's edge, he turned his head and sank his fangs into her thigh, pulling a mouthful of blood. She came unglued, her back arching up off the bed as her fingers dug into the bedding. He held his fangs in her flesh until she collapsed back to the bed then withdrew and sealed the bite before turning to gently lick at her as she came down.

He raised his head and looked at her then smiled. "Anything else you want, pet?"

"Yeah." She looked over at the clock. "My time's up, so I want you to carry me to my room. I can't feel my legs."

He chuckled and got up onto his knees. "You want your dosh back?"

She shook her head. "No. Keep it. You more than earned it. Holy shit."

Spike got off the bed and bent to scoop her up then carried her down the hall to her room. He laid her on her bed and asked, "You want me to grab Boy?"

"No. I'll get him in a little while when my legs come back from wherever they went. Go get cleaned up for your next client."

He nodded at her and left the room. She called after him. "You're going to be just fine, Spike."

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Buffy listened as her client pounded into her ass. Spike was with Faith and it sounded like he was spanking the shit out of her. Buffy had done the same on more than one occasion and she closed her eyes, imagining Spike swinging the crop and Faith's ass getting redder and redder. She was still slightly jealous but seemed to be starting to get over it. Didn't really make sense for her to be jealous of Spike fucking someone else when she currently had a dick that wasn't Spike's buried balls deep in her ass, did it? This was a her problem that she was going to have to eradicate. 'Spike loves me. I know this. So he can fuck everybody from here to the East Coast and it won't matter. He's still mine.'

She turned up the volume on her moaning to encourage the client to just get it over with already so she could feed and get him out of her room. She wanted to check on Tara to see how she was getting along with the boys and check on Andrew to make sure he was well on the other side of whatever had had him down for almost a week. She ran through her to-do list in one part of her brain as the rest of her moaned and pushed back and begged for him to go harder. This was going to be a long night.

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Tara slid the last plate onto the tray and picked it up to hand to Xander. "All done. Do you want me to come down to help?"

Xander shook his head. "No, I've got it. I just feed them this time, but maybe tomorrow you can come with me for their breakfast and I'll show you how to do their maintenance. It got a little backed up while Andy was sick because Miss Vi and Miss Fred didn't do that, so it'll take a while."

After Xander had left the kitchen, Tara walked back into the quarters and sat down on the bed next to Andrew. He was just finishing up his dinner and she took his plate then carried it back into the kitchen. When she returned, Andrew said, "You're a good cook, Tara. That was really good."

She smiled at him. "Glad you liked it, Andy. How are you feeling?"

"Lots better. My arm still hurts a little, but I feel mostly okay otherwise."

"Do you want me to bathe you? You probably haven't had a shower for a while and being clean will help you feel better. I want to change the bedding, too."

Andrew blinked. "Um. Okay, I guess. The bedding probably does need to be changed. We don't really keep up with that kind of thing, at least our own stuff. I'm usually too busy with all the other laundry, so ours only gets changed when we notice the smell."

Tara smirked. "I can tell." She scraped her fingernail against a spot on the sheet. "Which one of you is responsible for this?"

Andrew blushed slightly. "Um, probably me. I think that's from when Spike was… um. Yeah. Me."

Tara stood and walked into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later with a basin of warm water and several washcloths. She set the basin down and sat down next to Andrew. He stammered, "I can make it into the shower."

She shook her head. "You're still too weak to stand up that long and your cast would make it a pain. Just relax and let me clean you." She dipped a washcloth into the basin then wrung it out and lifted Andrew's arm, swiping the cloth along his skin.

He started to relax slightly as she bathed him bit by bit and was starting to enjoy it when Xander stepped into the room and stuttered to a halt. "What are you doing to Andy?"

Tara glanced over her shoulder. "Bathing him. What's it look like? Do you have clean sheets anywhere or do we need to run a load of laundry?"

"Um…"

Andrew said a little sleepily, "They're in the closet outside the training room."

Xander nodded. "I'll just go get them while you do… that."

"Okay. Get clean blankets if you have them, too."

"Right."

Tara had covered every inch of Andrew except his groin area. She laid a hand lightly on the waistband of his shorts. "Time for the last part. Are you doing okay?"

Andrew nodded and lifted his hips when she started tugging his shorts down. "Are you going to be okay with… that? I mean, after what happened…"

"I'll be fine, Andy. It's just another body part and your part didn't do anything to me, so just lie still and I'll be done soon." She cleaned him gently but thoroughly then asked, "Do you have clean shorts somewhere?"

He waved at a dresser across the room. "Might be some in there. I haven't kept up with washing our clothes, either."

Tara stood and walked over to the dresser. "I'll help you get caught up. Where is the washing machine?"

"In the training room bathroom."

"Where's the training room?"

Xander said from the doorway. "Around the corner down the hallway going to the basement. What are you looking for?"

"Clean shorts."

"I don't think he has any."

Tara turned from the dresser and nodded toward the bed. "Okay, let's get him settled on the couch and we'll change the bed then start a load of laundry."

The washer was running and the bed had been changed and Andrew moved back into it. Xander looked at the clock and said, "We still have a few hours before it's time to sleep. What do you want to do?"

"You can do whatever you want. I'm going to clean. This place is a pigsty and if I'm going to be living here, it's not going to stay that way. You're going to need to shower before you get in bed, too."

Xander lifted an arm and sniffed. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

Tara laughed. "No, but if I'm going to be sleeping next to you, I want you to be not bad at all."

Andrew grinned. "Just a warning; he's a cuddler, so you'll probably end up with him wrapped around you. I usually do, especially when it's just the two of us. And since we still haven't ordered that bigger bed Miss Buffy told us to, we'll all be snuggled together in this one."

Xander pulled his phone from his pocket. "Where's the best place to order a bed?"

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Fred was his next mock client and Spike had no idea what to expect from her at all. He'd only spoken to her half a dozen times, and most of those times had been after Andy had gotten sick. He quickly showered and changed the sheet on the bed, stuffing the dirty one into the hamper in the bathroom.

A knock sounded on his door and he opened it, smiling at the woman on the other side. She smiled a little shyly back and he waved her into the room. "Come in, pet."

She stepped in and he closed the door then stepped up behind her and leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. "What would you like this evening?"

She shivered and stammered, "I don't really know. This is my first time doing this."

Spike nodded to himself. He could play this role as well. He brushed her hair back from her neck and feathered gentle kisses along it then turned her to face him and brought her lips to his in a light kiss. He slid his hand down her arm and grasped her hand then lifted it and placed it on his chest. "Do you want to touch me?" She nodded and slid her fingertips hesitantly across his chest then looked up at him when she reached a nipple. "Flick it, luv. Hard as you like." She did and he gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot through him. "Keep goin', luv. Touch me however you want."

She lifted her other hand and slid them across his chest then up to his shoulders and down his arms, finally settling them on his waist. She leaned in and quickly looked up at him then took a nipple in her mouth, flicking the piercing with her tongue. Spike moaned and pressed closer. She sucked hard and he moaned again then grasped her arms and pushed her back. "My turn." He reached for the buttons of her shirt and flicked them open one by one. When it was hanging loose, he slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall down her arms to slide off her hands and drift to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and he reached up to cup her breasts in his hands, flicking the nipples with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and started breathing faster as he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. While he was doing that, he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor then stood back and looked at her. "Beautiful, luv."

He led her to the bed and settled her onto it then laid down next to her and leaned down to kiss her. He feathered kisses to her ear and down her neck as his hand stroked across her belly and up to a breast. His mouth continued its travels down to a breast and on to her belly button then he gently opened her legs and settled himself between them. She was wearing a teeny tiny pair of underwear and he looked up at her then let the demon out and snipped the straps with a fang. He took the cloth in his teeth and pulled it away then flicked it across the room before turning back and giving her a long lick. He went to work on her with fingers, tongue, and piercing until she was writhing and panting and clutching his hair tight in her fingers.

When she'd arched up with a scream for the third time, he rolled her over then lifted her to her knees and slid into her with a long slow thrust. He started thrusting slowly then picked up the pace when she started pushing back against him. When she was close again, he slid out and turned her over then folded her up and slid back in, growling low as he thrust hard and deep, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, "Want to see you, pet. Come for me."

She did, with a scream. He thrust a few more times then arched back as his own climax slammed into him. He released her legs and collapsed onto her. They lay still for a few seconds then he lifted up on his elbows and rolled his hips. Her eyes fluttered shut and he asked, "Did you get what you wanted, pet?"

She nodded then asked, "Would you bite me?"

He lowered his head and sank his fangs into her neck, rolling his hips a little faster as he pulled a slow mouthful of blood. He pulled another mouthful, then a third as she grasped his arms, her nails digging into him. He held his fangs in her flesh and thrust hard as she came undone beneath him, pulling him over the edge after her. He withdrew his fangs and sealed the bite then collapsed onto her again.

She brushed her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck and said quietly, "You handled that just right, Spike. Didn't take too much and made sure I came first."

Spike chuckled and lifted up on his elbows. "Was trained as a pet, luv. Learned to read what my Mistress wanted and make sure she got it 'fore I worried about my own pleasure. Feel like that makes me especially suited for this type of work."

He slid out and sat up next to her as she lifted up on her elbows. "I don't think it's the training, Spike. You're just naturally a generous lover. Training will hone that but it won't create it out of whole cloth. Making sure your partner enjoys themselves is just who you are, and because of that, you'll be very good at this job."

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Spike had worked through almost his entire mock client list. Each vampire had played a different type of client he may encounter, from Faith's schoolgirl to Fred's shy first-timer and everything in between.

Vi had been demanding, telling him exactly where and how to touch her. He'd complied and had brought her off several times in several different ways before she'd thrown him down on the bed and had cuffed him to the headboard. She'd then proceeded to ride him to her satisfaction three times, not allowing him to come. As she'd climbed off him, his cock still hard and weeping and aching for release, she'd explained that some clients would be this way, not concerned at all about his pleasure and only seeking their own. They'd likely leave him just like this and that would be when one of the thralls or the other girls would come help him out. Then she'd proceeded to swallow his cock until he'd arched up off the bed, spending down her throat. When she'd uncuffed him she'd told him she'd be more than happy to come help him anytime he needed it.

Willow had brought Amy with her to show him how to handle multiples, so he'd had one riding his cock while the other rode his face. Then they'd switched things up; one blowing him while being fingered or tongued by the other, or him pounding into one while they tongued the other. They'd scheduled the whole night, and by the end of it, they were all exhausted and Spike had slept for nearly ten hours. That likely wouldn't happen with human clients, though. Humans didn't have the stamina vampires did.

Anya had just been Anya, wanting as many orgasms as he could cram into her time slot in as many positions as he could manage.

Amanda had used her time to pose him in various positions to take pictures for the website. She'd been the woman he'd been tonguing or sliding his cock into, with her face obscured or not shown, of course, to let the prospective clients picture themselves in her place. Once he'd brought her off several times and he'd climaxed while pounding into her ass, they'd sat on the bed and had worked up his profile, putting together the packages he'd offer. He'd been quite surprised at the amounts he was going to be charging and Amanda had said he'd likely make double his fees in tips. She'd held his hand and had used his finger to click the button that sent him live on the site and he'd had his first scheduled client less than five minutes later, likely because she'd put a 'coming soon' picture and blurb on the site's landing page. Then she'd clicked over to a furniture site and they'd spent an hour or so picking out furniture and décor for his room, setting it to be delivered the day before his first real client would arrive.

The only mock client he had left to see was Buffy, and he had no idea what she was cooking up for her appointment. He'd tried to wheedle it out of her, but she kept being vague or evasive about what she had planned for him. He was sure he'd enjoy it, no matter what she did, but he was slightly nervous about it just the same.

He was pacing his room again, eyeing the clock as her appointment time approached, and he almost jumped at the door when she knocked. He forced himself to walk calmly across the room and opened the door with a smile. "Hello, pet. Please come in." She stepped into the room and over to the bed, depositing a small bag on it as she turned to face him. He eyed the bag and asked, "What's in there, luv?"

"I don't think you need any more practice since you're already booked for the next month, so I'm just going to have fun."

"Is it going to be the type of fun my clients will want to have, too?"

"Maybe. This isn't one of your packages, but you might get some special requests, although you don't have to accept them if you don't want to or aren't comfortable with what they're asking you to do. I know they're paying you for sex, but you're the one in control of what you're willing to do. In this house, the customer is not always right, so feel free to say no." She turned and reached into the bag, pulling out a plug. She held it up and he grimaced slightly. "I know this was used to punish you last time, but I want to show you that it can be pleasurable, too." She set the plug down and reached into the bag again, pulling out a crop and a flogger.

She'd used these on him before, so he knew he'd like that bit, and he smiled. "Are many of my clients going to want to do this to me?"

She nodded. "Probably a few. You're so pretty when you're bound and being flogged." She set down the crop and flogger and pulled a pair of manacles on a short chain and a camera out of the bag. "Amanda wants me to get pictures for the website."

"I'm already up on the site."

"I know, but she changes out the pictures once in a while to keep things fresh."

Spike swallowed hard then nodded. "All right, luv. Where do we start?" He leaned over and looked into the bag. "You don't have that bloody cock ring in there, do you?"

She reached into the bag and pulled it out. "I do, but you'll like it this time, I promise." She dropped the ring onto the bed next to the plug then picked up the camera and said, "Strip and get up on the bed on your hands and knees."

He did as she asked while she put the camera down where it could capture the whole room. She set it to take a picture every few seconds then picked up the plug and slicked it with some lube she pulled out of the bag. She crawled up on the bed behind him and laid her hand lightly on his back. "You ready?"

He looked over his shoulder at her. "Does it matter? Are the clients going to care?"

"Some probably won't, but I do. I don't want to hurt you, and if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. You don't have to accept clients who will do this, either, if it's not something you're comfortable with."

"Not sure if I'm comfortable with it yet. Just remembering what it felt like the last time that thing was up my arse. It wasn't a pleasant experience, Buffy, but I don't suppose it was meant to be, being a punishment and all. I'm just wondering how it's meant to be pleasurable now, but I suppose I won't find out if you don't continue, so go ahead. I'm ready, I guess."

Buffy nodded and slowly pushed the plug into him. He gasped quietly at the burn as he was stretched then she switched the plug on and he moaned as his cock started to fill and rise. She climbed off the bed and picked up the manacles then pointed to a spot in the center of the room. "On your feet. Right here."

He climbed off the bed, moaning again as the plug moved inside him, and stepped to the spot she'd indicated. She clamped the manacles around his wrists then instructed him to snap the chain into a heavy-duty carabiner bolted to the rafter. When he was trussed up, she circled him, trailing the crop along his skin as she nodded to the carabiner. "That's not strong enough to hold you if you really want loose but try not to tear it out. It's a bitch to fix. Choose a word or phrase to use if you want to stop. Something you wouldn't normally say during this type of activity, so 'stop' or 'ow' or 'bloody hell' won't work."

Spike chuckled. "Will we list my safe word on the website if this is something I choose to offer?"

Buffy nodded forcefully. "Yes, we will, and any client who continues after you've used it will be banned from ever setting foot on the property, after I've beaten the ever-loving shit out of them, of course."

Spike nodded and whispered, "Okay then, luv. Um… how about… Billy Idol."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Billy Idol? What made you think of him?"

Spike smirked. "Faith mentioned how much I look like him and that you had a huge crush on him back in the 80s."

Buffy huffed, "Faith is such a bitch. I was almost 250 years old by then. 250-year-old vampires don't have 'crushes.' He was hot, okay?"

Spike laughed, "So you getting my hair bleached and cut was what, exactly?"

"It fits your facial structure. With those cheekbones and eyes, you need to have platinum blond hair."

"To make me look like Billy Idol because you…"

She stomped her foot. "I do not have a crush on Billy Idol!"

Spike laughed. "Okay, pet, but I'm still gonna use that as a safe word. Don't expect I'd be calling out his name for any reason other than wanting whatever's currently happenin' to me to stop." He looked down at himself, the plug still buzzing away inside him. "So let's get going on this. I'm 'bout to come already."

Buffy snatched the ring off the bed and stepped close, snapping it around Spike's penis. "Sorry. Meant to do that sooner, but the whole Billy Idol thing got me distracted."

Spike groaned as his climax was thwarted and hung his head. "Not lookin' forward to the pain I'll feel when you release that thing, pet."

"It shouldn't hurt this time. Vampires don't register pain the same way humans do." She picked up the flogger and walked around behind him. "Let's get started."

She flicked the flogger against his back, the tails whipping around to slap against his nipple and stomach. He moaned loudly as she continued the strikes then gasped when the tails wrapped around his hip and flicked against his balls. He expected to feel the usual white-hot ball of pain that settled in his belly whenever he got hit in the nuts, but a wave of pleasure washed through him instead and he gasped out, "Again. Do that again."

Buffy flicked the flogger in the same place and smiled when Spike cried out, "Bloody Christ!" She'd used a flogger on him when he was human, but she'd never let the tails wrap around to his bits and pieces like this, likely because it would have been more pain than pleasure. Now that he'd been made aware of how his demon apparently turned something painful into something pleasurable, he was vaguely looking forward to the ring's release.

She flogged him for several more minutes then dropped it on the bed and picked up the crop. "You want this?" He nodded and she looked up at the carabiner. "Release yourself and bend over." He slipped the chain out of the carabiner and bent forward, groaning as the plug pressed hard against his prostate. She leaned over and said low in his ear, "Remember what you did to Faith? Gonna do the same to you."

He didn't squeal like Faith had the first time the crop struck his ass but he did voice a distinctly unmanly yelp. Buffy asked, "You want me to stop?"

He shook his head and gasped, "No. God, no. Just startled me a bit, is all. You didn't hit me nearly so hard the last time you used that on me." He looked over his shoulder at her. "More, pet. Give me more."

She did, whaling on him with the crop and turning his ass a fiery red. Every blow lit up the pleasure center of his brain like the Las Vegas strip and he held up his hands. Buffy stopped immediately and he stood straight, groaning again at the plug's movement. "Not stopping, just need to brace myself against somethin' or I'm gonna pitch over on my face." He turned and walked over to the desk, bending over and bracing his hands against the edge. "Okay, luv. Let me have it."

She went to town on him again, smacking him several times in rapid succession then drawing her arm back and slamming the head of the crop square on the plug up his ass. He howled as the most intense bolt of pleasure so far burned through him like flame through rice paper. He looked down at his cock, completely surprised that he hadn't shot his load all over the desk despite the ring. His cock was drooling and twitching and he wanted more. He looked over his shoulder at Buffy and saw her winding up for another strike. He turned and braced himself, but his arms gradually turned into arm-shaped puddles of goo as she continued the assault, and she only stopped when his legs utterly failed at holding him up. He collapsed to the floor and flopped onto his back. Buffy dropped to her knees beside him and reached for the ring. "Probably a good thing you're laying down. Here we go." She flipped the catch on the ring at the same time she pushed hard against the plug. He arched off the floor with a howl as his balls pumped out their load in long, ropy spurts that flew up then splattered down against his chest and the floor.

Spike collapsed to the floor, almost melting into it as his cock continued to twitch and spurt out small amounts of spend onto his belly. Buffy slid the plug out of him and switched it off then leaned down and gently kissed him. "Doesn't look like it hurt that time."

Spike rolled his head back and forth in a negative gesture then rasped, "No, luv. Didn't hurt. Well, it hurt, but not like the last time. This hurt felt bloody amazing. I'm surprised I can even form words. I think my brain just melted." He chuckled. "Now I know why I had to carry Faith back to her room. I can't feel my legs, either. Or my arms."

Buffy leaned back against the bed. "Guess we'll sit here for a while. Do you think you'll offer this as a package?"

Spike considered for a few minutes then shook his head. "No. Don't want anyone but you to do this kind of thing with me. My clients will just have to get by with my tongue and cock."

Buffy nodded and got up, walking over to the camera to turn it off and delete the photos. Well, most of the photos. She kept a few that she'd transfer to her own laptop later. And she didn't have a glowing ball of warmth deep in her chest because Spike didn't want to share this experience with anyone else. She didn't. She'd swear to it on a stack of bibles, you know, if they wouldn't set her damn hand on fire.