Chapter Three – Meeting

They stepped into the parlor and all eyes fell on Spike. He should have felt self-conscious, being the only naked person in the room, well… the only fully naked person. Most of the women were in various states of undress, with several wearing only loose skirts or open robes. He was also the only male, and what with his cock standing at attention from what he'd just witnessed, he should have wanted to at least cover his bits, but his entire focus was on his Mistress. So much so that he barely even registered the fact that there were other people in the room.

Buffy walked over to a small sofa, towing him along behind her, his cock bouncing and waving as he walked. She sat down then looked up at him and said, "Kneel, Pet," and he dropped to his knees beside the sofa, settling his backside down onto his feet. He laid his hands on his thighs and bowed his head, waiting for her next command.

Buffy smiled over at Faith, "See? He's a natural. I didn't even have to show him or explain to him how to kneel properly, and I haven't even collared him yet." She rubbed his back affectionately and he shivered slightly at her touch. She rested her elbow on the arm of the sofa and settled her hand on his shoulder. "Everyone, this is Spike, my new pet." She squeezed his shoulder and said, "You can lift your eyes, Spike. Let everyone see you." He lifted his head and fixed his gaze on a point across the room several feet above the heads of the seated women. "Is everyone aware of the rules regarding him?"

A slim, pretty brunette raised her hand and Buffy nodded at her, "Yes, Amanda?"

"I'm not familiar with the rules. I've never seen a pet before."

Buffy stroked Spike's long, shaggy hair, thinking she'd need to do something with it soon… shorter, definitely, and maybe… blond?. "Okay, the most basic rule is that he's mine and nobody but me is allowed to touch him. You can look at him all you want – he is a pile of yum – but no touching. And definitely no biting. He's not food. You can talk to him and he can talk to you, but only I can tell him what to do. He has free run of the mansion, but if he goes outside during the day, he'll need Andrew and Xander with him, and he's not allowed out at night unless I'm with him."

A blonde woman leaned forward and asked, "Is he gonna be naked all the time? Because, I mean… yay for my eyes, but my hands are kind of wanting to get in on it, too."

Buffy scowled. "Whether he's naked or not, your hands need to stay off him, Harm. That's what 'no touching' means. And no, he won't be naked all the time. I'm going to get him some clothes, I just haven't gotten that far yet. I only got him last night."

Another blonde spoke up next, "Can I have a pet?"

Buffy shook her head, "No, Darla. Faith and I are the mistresses of this scourge, being that we made all of you, so the privilege of pet ownership is only ours. If, someday, you leave us to start your own scourge, then you can make as many pets as you can feasibly care for." She looked around the room. "Any other questions?" Everyone shook their heads. "Okay, how did we do last night?"

Faith nudged the redhead sitting next to her, smirking at the thirsty stare she was aiming at Spike, "That's you, Willow."

Willow blinked then opened a laptop and began tapping and swiping on the trackpad. "Um… we did well. Thirty-four clients at $1250 a pop brought in $42,500 in service fees. Plus, we had a bonus client that paid $1500 to use Xander, and he's already paid a $2500 deposit to use Andrew next week, so we have $46,500 just in fees. Tips came out to be another $23000, averaging almost $700 per client, less the bonus client. He tipped Xander $2000. So, altogether, we're up $71,500."

Buffy nodded. "Good. Will that be enough to carry us until the next event without tapping the family account?"

Willow nodded. "Oh yeah, easy. We haven't touched the money in that account since we bought the mansion, and the household account isn't running low, either. I'll put seventy-five percent of last night's take in the family account and the rest in the household account, like always. We average about nine clients a night, not at event prices, but even only twenty-five percent of the fees will keep the monthly expenses way more than covered without drawing down the household account."

Buffy laughed, "So we're not broke. Good to hear."

Willow smirked, "Always more money to be made, though. I feel like the bonus client might become a regular if we can produce a couple more males for him to use. Humans are so fragile."

"How dinged up is Xander?"

Faith answered, "He's bruised pretty bad, and he won't be sitting or lying on his back comfortably for like a week, but he'll be okay. Dude really pounded poor Xan's tight little ass. Didn't help that he had a massive cock. Almost as big as Spike's there. And he really took after Xan with that flogger. I didn't let him use a whip or crop, though. I draw the line at drawing blood." She laughed, "Which is sort of ironic, considering what we all are."

After the laughter had quieted down, Buffy asked, "Could we use a few of our basement dwellers for the bonus client? Are any of them suitable for his needs?"

Faith shrugged. "Soldier boy might be, but he's so large, I'm not sure dude wants one that big. I think Xander was on his outside edge, size-wise. It's probably his age that sold it. He's only sixteen and looks a little younger than that. The only reason we didn't let him use Andrew last night is because we'd fed on him on only a few hours earlier and he wasn't ready for what dude had in mind. He's salivating to get at Andrew because he looks like he's twelve or something and he's actually older than Xan. That $2500 he paid as a deposit is just for us to make sure Andrew is healthy and ready to take it. He's going to pay another $3000 to actually fuck him, and if Andrew can last at least the four hours Xander did, he said he'd throw in another grand for every hour up to the ten-hour limit, on top of the tip. So we're looking at possibly more than ten grand for Andrew."

"I was just down in the basement, but I've never really paid attention to how big they are, and I only go down there to eat on my days off anyway. Do we have any smaller ones? Or ones that look younger than they are?"

Faith shook her head. "Not really. They're down there because they're big and will last quite a while. We'll have to go hunting if we want smaller specimens."

"Where are we going to find them?"

Harmony nodded at Spike. "He's smaller than Xander and looks young. Could use him."

Spike tensed and held his breath, hoping his Mistress wouldn't agree with her. He really didn't want some strange bloke's cock up his arse. Not again. He relaxed and took a deep breath when she said, "No, I'm not going to sell him to clients."

"Why not?"

"Because I said no. I don't have to explain myself to you, Harm." Buffy glared at Harmony until she dropped her eyes.

The woman sitting next to Amanda spoke up, "We could hit the comic shop tomorrow night. There's some sort of late-night game tournament going on, that you have to be eighteen to enter because it's supposed to run all night, so the younger thing might be an issue, but the place will be full of basement dwelling nerds who have never seen a woman naked in real life. They'll be easy to round up."

"But will they be missed, Amy? If we're going to sell them for clients to use, they won't be able to leave the mansion, and I don't want to move again so soon. We haven't even been set up here for a year. I'd like to stay a lot longer, and a sudden rash of missing people will draw too much attention, even if they are basement dwelling nerds. Somebody will miss them. That's why we were so careful selecting our food – drifters and transients– people with nobody to report them missing, and we brought most of our current food with us, so we haven't had to hunt food from this town yet. We got lucky with Xan and Andrew because their parents didn't give a shit if they disappeared and I'm doubting anybody is missing Spike, either, considering the condition he was in when I found him."

Faith chuckled, "Soldier boy wasn't a drifter or a transient and he's from here."

Buffy smirked. "He volunteered. Not our fault he got addicted to the bite and then couldn't come up with the cash to pay."

"At least it was easy to persuade his commanding officer to mark him down as AWOL when he came looking for him. Only had to fuck him twice."

Willow spoke up with a laugh, "He's one of my regulars now. Hasn't asked about soldier boy once."

Buffy laughed and said, "Back to business… where's the best place to hunt youngish looking, nobody-to-report-them-missing teenage boys?"

Spike leaned over and whispered into Buffy's ear, "Get blokes like me, Mistress. They won't be missed, except by others like me, and nobody else cares about us."

Buffy smiled at him then cupped his cheek. "Great idea, my pet." She looked around the room. "You all heard that, right? Spike will show us where to get more boys."

They all nodded and Buffy turned to Spike. "Stand up in front of me, Spike." He rose and moved to stand in front the sofa directly in front of Buffy. She leaned around him as she took his cock in her hand and started stroking. "Little tip for all you future pet owners – reward in public, punish in private." She disappeared behind him and took his cock in her mouth, pulling him deep. He moaned loudly and grasped her head as she moved on him.

Watching Buffy blow her pet was making them all hot. They were licking their lips and shifting their hips as they stared, but Harm was the first to break. She'd been stroking and pinching her nipples, but now she slid the robe she was wearing completely out of the way and started rubbing herself furiously. Amanda slid down to the floor in front of Harm and buried her face between Harm's legs as she reached between her own and rubbed her clit in time with her licks and sucks of Harm's.

The room turned into a full-blown orgy, each woman either licking and fingering or being licked and fingered. Willow was face down in Faith's crotch while she was being finger-fucked by Fred. Faith's hand was buried knuckle deep inside Amy, her thumb working Amy's clit as Fred straddled Amy's face, and Vi and Darla were sixty-nining on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Spike's shout of completion was barely audible over the cacophony of moans, shouts, and screams. He collapsed to the floor in front of the sofa and pulled Buffy toward him, moving her robe out of the way to bury his face between her legs. His pudding cup talents soon had Buffy's voice joining the pleasure chorus.

An hour or so later, Andrew knocked lightly on the door and poked his head in, taking in the undulating and writhing bodies scattered throughout the room. He stepped in, closing the door behind him, and dropped to his knees, waiting patiently to be acknowledged.

Faith moaned, "What is it, Andrew?"

"Sorry to interrupt, Misses, but we have a client in the foyer. He's here for Miss Darla."

Darla languidly untangled herself from Willow and Amanda and rose to her feet, licking her lips and fangs. "I didn't check my schedule. Is he a regular session or the whole night?"

"Regular session, Miss." Andrew held up four hundred-dollar bills. "Here's his fee."

Darla smiled and snatched the cash out of his hand on her way out the door. She called back over her shoulder, "See you later, girls," as she moved to greet her guest.

Buffy waved Andrew over to the sofa. "Come here. I'm hungry." He jumped to his feet and scurried over to her then dropped to his knees where Spike had been, raising his arm. Spike was still licking lightly at Buffy as he rested his head on her thigh.

Buffy took the proffered limb and gently sank her fangs into his forearm. His eyes drifted shut and he voiced several low moans as she pulled at his blood. She didn't take much, wanting to keep him healthy for his upcoming appointment. She withdrew her fangs and looked around the room. Faith was reclined on a sofa, her legs spread wide as Fred took a turn. "Hey, Faith, what do you think about…" she nodded her head toward Spike and then Andrew.

Faith shrugged then moaned loudly as Fred's tongue did something particularly clever. "Your pet, B. Up to you."

Buffy set her hand on Spike's head and stroked his hair. "Spike, I want you to fuck Andrew."

Andrew's eyes lit up and he begged, "Oh yes, please, Miss. Please." He shifted, his cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his shorts.

Spike raised his head. "I've never shagged a bloke, Mistress. Not into blokes." His eyes dropped. "Especially after three of 'em shagged me a year or so ago, even though I wasn't willing."

Buffy's eyes flashed amber. "Who was it?"

"Just other blokes sleepin' rough. I've seen 'em around since, but I've done my level best to not be seen by 'em. They weren't particularly gentle, Mistress. Left me in a bad way for some time after."

Buffy leaned down and whispered fiercely into his ear, "We'll go hunting soon and I'll have you point them out. They'll pay for hurting my pet." She slid her fingers through his hair and brought his gaze up to meet hers. "If you're not up to it, I'll understand, but I really want to watch you fuck Andrew."

"I will if you want me to, Mistress."

Buffy licked her lips. "I want you to."

Faith spoke through several more moans, "What about Andrew's appointment next week?"

"He'll be fine. If he can take Spike, then he'll have no trouble with the client, and if he can't… well, he'll have a week to heal. Besides, you heard him. He wants Spike's cock." She turned to Andrew. "Are you prepped? Spike's big."

Andrew nodded vigorously. "Yes, Miss. I'm ready."

"Okay, Spike, stand up. Andrew, get him hard."

Spike rose to his feet in front of Buffy and looked on placidly as Andrew knee-scooted around the corner of the sofa and stopped in front of him. Andrew leaned forward and his tongue snaked out, licking lightly at the head of Spike's cock. He reached up to grasp the shaft and took it deep into his mouth.

Spike's cock started to fill as Andrew's tongue worked him. His head fell back and his fingers wound into Andrew's hair as he thought, 'Haven't even spoken a word to him and now my cock's down his throat.'

Harmony snapped indignantly, "I thought nobody could touch him. That's a whole lot of touching right there."

Buffy gave her a hard look. "No other demon can touch what's mine. Andrew's not a demon; he's a human thrall. And weren't you the one who suggested I sell my pet to clients?"

Harmony rolled her eyes and pulled Amy's head tighter into her crotch.

Buffy touched Andrew's shoulder when Spike started thrusting into his mouth. "Enough, Andrew, he's hard. Assume the position."

Andrew immediately let go and stood up, reaching for the button of his shorts. He tugged them down and stepped out of them then turned to kneel on the edge of the sofa, placing his forearms on the back. Buffy slid over a little to give him room as Spike stepped up behind him, looking a bit unsure. Buffy motioned him closer, "Just go in easy, my pet. He's already lubed and stretched. You won't hurt him."

Spike nodded and stepped closer, guiding himself with his left hand as he wondered why Andrew had prepped himself to be shagged. It was like he knew Mistress would have her new pet do this. Or maybe he hadn't known, he'd only hoped she would and had prepared himself in case it did happen. He gripped Andrew's hip with his right hand and slowly pushed forward until he was fully seated. Even being stretched, Andrew was tight, and they both moaned loudly. The other activity in the room had slowed as they all watched the two boys. Spike started thrusting slowly, then picked up speed when Andrew started pushing back against him. The slapping of skin against skin became the loudest thing in the room as Spike pounded into Andrew.

Andrew came first, his cock spasming jets all over the seat of the sofa. Spike followed a moment later, slamming into Andrew with a fierce thrust as he threw his head back with a hoarse shout. Spike thrust a few more times then slowly withdrew, breathing hard. Andrew's knees slid off the cushion and he crumpled to the floor, completely spent.

Spike sank to his knees next to Andrew then sat back on his feet and dropped his head, still breathing hard as his shoulders slumped. He didn't think he'd ever been this tired. His balls ached, his heart was pounding, and every muscle in his body was screaming. He was sweaty and sticky and felt like he'd run a marathon. If things kept up like this, being a vampire's pet was either going to kill him or get him into the best shape of his life.

Buffy wanted nothing more than to jump on Spike and ride him for hours, but he was only human, and it was plainly clear that he needed rest. He'd been half starved when she'd brought him into the mansion last night and she'd used him hard. Being young and in his sexual prime was likely the only reason he'd been able to climax so often in such a short amount of time, and while her blood was strong, it wasn't strong enough to sustain this level of activity, especially in someone who hadn't been full strength to begin with. She'd have to leave him alone for a few days. Let him recuperate. Her clients would have to satisfy her libido in the meantime, and there was always Xander, if he was up to it, but Spike couldn't go for days like a vampire could. The thought of siring him fleetingly crossed her mind, but she shut it down immediately. She wouldn't do that. Not after what happened last time.