The Night Shift

by hulettwyo

Inspired by Bed of Rose's by the Statler Brothers. If you're unfamiliar, it's about a homeless teenage boy who is taken in by the madam of a brothel. This started out as an only Spuffy story, and Spuffy is still the main ship, but since it takes place in a brothel staffed by vampires, it's pretty much turned into everybody shagging everybody.

19. Chapter 19 - Schedules

Chapter Nineteen - Schedules

Spike stepped into the kitchen, thankful for vampire healing or he'd probably still be walking funny. Buffy had had to help him back to their room after her appointment and she'd ridden his face since his tongue was about the only part of him still operational. He'd spent a happy few hours bringing her off as many times as he could as a thanks for giving him so much pleasure that it had basically incapacitated him. Then they'd snuggled together and had slept the sleep of the sexually exhausted.

The quarters door was open and Spike stepped into the room then immediately turned his back and stammered, "Tara. Good morning."

Tara laughed quietly. "I'm decent, Spike. You can turn around."

He did and looked around the room. "Where are the boys?"

"Outside waiting for the delivery truck. We're getting a new bed today."

"How are you getting along living with two blokes?"

"It's going okay. Andrew was right, Xander is a cuddler."

Spike laughed, "That he is, luv. And he sleeps so hot it 'bout cooks you, doesn't it?"

Tara nodded with a smile. "Don't even really need a blanket with him in bed."

"Aside from the sleeping arrangements, how are things going? Are you settling in?"

"Yeah. I'm learning the routines now that we're caught up from when Andrew was sick. I don't know if everyone realizes how much he actually does around here."

"I realize it because I helped him with a lot of it back when I was human. Haven't been helping much since I was sired, though. Lots going on that hasn't left me much free time."

"So you were a thrall before you were sired?"

"No. I was Buffy's pet, but when I wasn't seeing to her needs, I helped the boys with their duties."

"Her needs. You mean having sex with her."

"Yeah, that was my primary function, but I also spent time with her not shagging. We'd sit and talk or I'd read to her or we'd shower. Normal relationship things, I guess, although I'd never been in a relationship, so I'm not entirely sure any of what happened would be considered normal."

Tara smiled. "Most of what vampires do wouldn't be considered normal for humans." She sat up and threw the covers back. "I need to get up and start packing this bed up to get it out of here."

"I'll help. Where are we putting this one?"

"By the front door, I guess. I think the delivery guys are going to take it with them."

Spike nodded and they got to work stripping the bed and moving it away from the wall so they could set the mattress up on end. Spike carried it through the kitchen and dining room then leaned it against the wall by the front door. He pulled the door open slightly then opened it all the way. The sun was behind the house so it was safe for him to step out onto the porch. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. "Got the old mattress just inside. Want me to bring it out here?"

Xander nodded. "Sure. I'll go grab the box spring."

"Don't worry about it, mate. I'll get it." He dragged the mattress outside and let it flop onto the deck. "How's your arm, Andy? I see you got your cast off."

Andrew lifted his arm and flexed his fingers. "Still a little twingy sometimes, but it's okay."

"Sorry I haven't been down for the past few days. Been a little busy."

Xander smirked. "Yeah, we know. You're noisy. What the hell was Miss Buffy doing to you last night?"

Spike chuckled. "Beatin' my arse with a crop while I was wearin' the plug and ring from my punishment. Liked it a hell of a lot more this time."

Andrew nodded. "Yeah, I've never heard of that kind of punishment being used on a vampire. Doesn't really work as a punishment when it feels that good." He looked up at Spike a little shyly then looked down at the porch. "I guess you won't be around much anymore since you're booked solid with clients."

"I'm not gonna start ignorin' you blokes just because I'm working. I'll be down as often as I can, and I can always have Amanda block out a night on my schedule where I don't have any clients. Actually, that's a good idea. I'll have her block out two nights a week. Not gonna work myself to death… well, more to death."

Xander laughed. "Sounds like someone needs to start a union to fight for better working hours."

Buffy chuckled from the doorway. "That'll be a first. An undead sex workers union." She stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her arms around Spike. "You know you're not seeing clients every day, right? You're only booked four nights a week, just like the rest of us. We stagger the schedules so there are clients every day, but we're not all working every day."

"I guess I never really paid attention to who was working when, but it seems like you've had at least one client almost every day."

"We've all had to pick up the slack from losing Darla and Harm, so we have been working a little more than usual the past few months. Siring Anya helped a little, but we're still down one. We need one more to get back to where we were and another on top of that to get a full compliment."

Spike smirked. "Gonna sire any more blokes to ease my workload?"

Buffy laughed. "No. You'll stay busy, but you'll have free time, too. Your job is a little harder than ours is, though. You have to be good at bringing a woman pleasure. We just need a hole they can stick their dick in."

A large delivery truck stopped on the street in front of the mansion then started backing up the driveway. Xander said, "Looks like our new bed is here."

Buffy said, "Spike's new furniture and stuff is here, too. That's why I came out here. Amanda told me it was being delivered with the bed."

Spike asked, "Will I have time to get it set up before my first client?"

Buffy leaned back and looked at him. "Haven't you seen your schedule?"

He shook his head. "No, luv. Haven't seen the site since Amanda set me up on it. I saw the first scheduled client, but that's it. I was hoping someone would let me know when I needed to be in my room."

Buffy looked at Andrew. "Where are we on Spike's phone? Did you get it ordered?"

Andrew nodded. "Yeah. With all the stuff going on it kind of got forgotten, but I ordered one after Xan ordered the bed. It should be here today or tomorrow but I can show him his schedule on my phone if you want."

"Would you? And can you boys help him get his room set up?" Andrew and Xander both nodded.

Spike turned for the door. "I'll need to get it cleaned out to make room for the new stuff first."

"That's been done. The girls took care of that after we left your room last night."

"What did they do with it all?"

"Put most of it in a room on the third floor in case we add to the boys up there, but the things they wouldn't use got redistributed to the other girls. Darla had some nice stuff."

Spike motioned to the mattress on the porch. "Should I cart that upstairs as well?"

Buffy shook her head. "No. It's needed to be replaced for a while, so we'll just let the delivery guys take it." She leaned up and gave Spike a quick kiss. "I have a client in about an hour so I need to go get ready."

Spike pulled her close and kissed her hard. "Come find me when you're done."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you, too, kitten."

When Buffy had disappeared into the house, Spike turned to Xander. "I'll go get the rest of the old bed. Be right back." He went back into the house and carted the box spring out onto the porch just as the delivery guys were climbing the stairs with the new mattress. Andrew led them into the house to show them where to put it. Tara was just finishing vacuuming the floor when they lugged the mattress into the kitchen. They left it leaning against the counter and went back out to grab the platform frame.

Xander asked as they were carrying the boxes past him on the porch, "Do you guys put it together or do we have to do that?"

One of the delivery men said, "We just deliver, dude."

Xander sighed and followed them into the house. "Looks like I won't be helping you set up your room, Spike. I'll be constructing a king-size platform bed for the rest of the day."

Spike chuckled. "That's fine, Xan. Andy and I can sort it."

Xander stopped and turned around. "Make sure he doesn't use his bad arm too much. He tries not to show it, but it still hurts, and he keeps trying to do too much with it."

"I'll do all the heavy lifting, Xan. I'll just have Andy supervise or something."

"Okay. See you later."

Spike nodded then waited for the delivery guys to come back out and followed them to their truck. The sun had dipped below the trees at the back of the property so he didn't start smoking as he helped them unload the items going up to his room. Several trips later, he had a room stacked with cartons and boxes. He tipped the delivery men with some of the money he'd gotten from his mock clients and set to work unpacking his new furniture.

He tossed a cardboard box through the door onto the balcony and almost hit Andrew. "Sorry, mate. Didn't see you there."

Andrew slipped into the room and looked around. "Wow, you got some cool stuff. Are you going to set it up kind of like Darla had it?"

Spike shook his head. "No. Think I'm gonna put the bed under the window over there to make room for the chairs where the bed was. I'll put the desk over by the bathroom door so it'll leave the floor open for the rug."

Andrew looked at the chairs. "Why don't your chairs have arms?"

"Easier to shag on 'em. They can just straddle me instead of trying to fit their legs between me and the arms of a chair."

"Okay. What do you want to set up first? The chairs?" He grabbed the back of one of the chairs and started dragging it toward the wall.

Spike stepped close and laid his hand on Andy's good arm. "I'll move the stuff, Andy. You rest your arm." He picked up the chair and carried it to its spot then set it down. "In fact, you sit here and…" he dug around in a pile of bed parts and fished out the instructions, "…read this to me so I can put the bloody bed together."

Andrew took the instruction booklet and opened it as he sat down on the chair. "Okay, first you should sort the pieces to make sure we have everything. Don't want to get it mostly together and find out we're missing a piece."

Spike started piling like pieces together as Andrew read off their designations then he started assembling the bed platform. When it was assembled, Spike held up four bolts and asked, "Are we supposed to have these left over?"

Andrew nodded. "Yeah, they always send extras."

Spike nodded and put the bolts in one of the desk drawers then pushed the platform into position. He carried the night tables to their spots on each side of the bed then stepped out into the hallway and dragged the mattress in, letting it flop down onto the platform with a thump. Andrew carried a package of bedding over to the bed and set it on the mattress. "Black silk sheets. Nice."

Spike smiled. "Yeah. Like the way they feel against my skin. Got six sets so I won't have to do laundry every day."

Andrew chuckled, "You won't have to do laundry at all. That's my job."

Spike looked at him. "No, it's not. I can do my own washing, Andy. You're not my servant and I don't expect you to tidy up after me. I'll launder my sheets and clean my loo and hoover my rug. The only thing I need you to help me with as far as working goes is if a client doesn't let me get off."

Andrew nodded. "Okay, Spike."

Spike stepped closer to Andrew. "Speaking of getting off, haven't shagged you in a while. You up for it?"

Andrew swallowed and nodded. "Yeah."

Spike hooked a finger in the waistband of Andrew's shorts. "You prepped?"

Andrew nodded again. "Yeah. Did that before I came up here. Was hoping…"

"I'd bury my cock in your arse?" Andrew nodded and Spike leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss that left him panting. He lifted Andrew's shirt and tugged it over his head then slid his hands over Andrew's chest and down to his shorts, tugging them down.

Andrew gasped, "The door's open," as Spike dropped to his knees in front of Andrew and swallowed his cock.

Spike released him and looked at the door with a shrug. "And? Not like the lot of 'em haven't seen me shag you before." He swallowed Andrew's cock again and held his hips as Andrew's fingers wound tightly into his hair.

Tara climbed the stairs, slowing as she reached the top. There were… sounds… coming from Spike's room and she crept forward, picking her way through the empty boxes and cartons on the balcony outside his room. She peeked through the door and froze, her mouth dropping open as she watched Spike's head bob on Andrew.

Andrew threw his head back and spent down Spike's throat with a shout. Spike released him and turned, guiding him to flop onto his belly on the bare mattress with his legs hanging over the edge. He knelt up behind him and popped the buttons of his jeans. "You're stretched, yeah?" Andrew nodded weakly and Spike pulled himself out then lined up and pushed in slowly. Andrew moaned loudly as Spike started thrusting deep and slow. Spike pulled out and said, "Get all the way up on the bed on your back."

Andrew crawled up onto the bed and turned over. Spike crawled up after him, hooking his knees and folding him up, then he slid back in with a groan. "Gonna christen my new shagging bed properly." He continued the deep slow thrusts until Andrew's cock was hard again and he was panting.

Buffy stepped up beside Tara and said quietly, "I love watching them fuck. It's so hot."

Tara startled and blushed furiously then whispered, "I didn't mean to, Miss. I just came up to help and…"

"They were doing what they usually do when they're together for more than five minutes. It's okay."

"I'm not used to seeing people enjoy that. I never have. It hurt every time."

"Getting fucked in the ass?"

Tara nodded, her blush deepening. "I just don't understand how Andy isn't screaming in pain."

"Andrew prepped himself first. Lubed and stretched, and Spike's always careful with him, too. Doesn't just slam into him. He'd tear Andrew up if he did, he's so big, so he goes in slow and easy."

They stood and watched as Spike's thrusts started speeding up then Andrew voiced another shout. Spike's shout followed a few seconds later and he released Andrew's legs then collapsed onto him. Buffy gave them a few seconds to gather themselves then said, "I'm done, Spike. Come to our room when you are."

Spike lifted up and looked over his shoulder then nodded. "All right, pet. Be there in a few." She nodded and turned from the door as he slid out of Andrew and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. "Hello, Tara."

Andrew squeaked behind him and sat up. "Tara? Oh my god. I'm fine, I swear. Spike didn't hurt me or anything. Um… Are you okay?"

Tara stammered, "I'm okay, Andy, and I saw that Spike wasn't hurting you. I'll just… let you get dressed."

Spike stood and tucked himself back into his jeans then did up the buttons before he walked over to the door. "Are you all right, pet? I would've closed the door if I'd known you were coming up."

She nodded and looked up at him. "I think so."

Spike nodded back over his shoulder at Andrew who was pulling his clothes on. "First time you've seen him getting shagged, yeah? He and Xan haven't been…"

She shook her head. "No, they haven't done anything since I moved in down there. At least in front of me. They might be doing that somewhere else, though. I don't know."

"You're likely to see things like that frequently here. How are you doing with it?"

"It's… I don't know. I was scared for him at first, because I know how much that hurts, but he didn't act like it was hurting him."

"It wasn't. I wouldn't do anything to hurt Andy. If he hadn't already prepped himself, I'd have had him shag me instead."

Tara looked at him in surprise. "After what happened, you still let men…"

"Put their cocks up my arse? Yeah, but just Xan and Andy. It feels bloody amazing if the bloke knows what he's doing and cares about how you feel. That's likely the case for anything. Sex isn't supposed to hurt, luv, unless you want it to. Some things that are painful can also bring immense pleasure if you do it right."

Andrew stepped up beside Spike. "I'm sorry you saw us, Tara. I didn't mean for you to."

"It's okay, Andy. Like Spike said, I'm going to be seeing things like that a lot, so I'll have to get used to it. You and Xander…"

"Yeah, we've been fucking in the training room."

Spike smirked. "Come get me the next time if I'm not busy. Haven't shagged in there yet." He nodded down the hall. "Gonna go to my room and see to Buffy. I'll finish this later." He looked at Andrew. "You likely need a wash up, yeah?"

Andrew nodded, blushing slightly. "Yeah. I didn't wipe anything off." He picked at his shirt. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

Tara said to Spike, "I'll um… clean up and make your bed."

"You don't have to, pet. Don't expect you to do for me when I'm capable of doing for myself."

"It's why I'm here, Spike."

"Then you can do for the rest of 'em if you like, but I'll take care of my own room."

Tara nodded and followed Andrew down the stairs and Spike went to his room. Buffy was in the shower and Spike slid out of his jeans and joined her.

"How's Tara?"

"I think she'll be fine."

"You knew she was standing there, didn't you?"

Spike nodded as he soaped a washcloth and started cleaning Buffy. "Yeah. Saw her after Andy shot his load down my throat. That's why I had him move up onto the bed after I'd opened him up. Figured that position wouldn't be as… scary to her, I guess. Having Andy bent over the bed like that would've probably brought up memories of what her 'family,' and I use that term loosely, did to her. And I wanted her to be able to see Andy's face so she'd see he was enjoying it and wasn't in pain."

Spike washed himself while Buffy shampooed her hair then they rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Buffy said, "Looks like you got a lot done in your room before you got distracted by Andrew's ass."

Spike smirked. "Yeah, just need to make the bed, finish assembling the desk, and lay out the rug. When's my first appointment?"

"Andrew didn't show you your schedule?"

"No. Never got around to that."

"Okay. I'll fire up my laptop and let you look at it."

Spike followed her into the bedroom and over to her desk. She sat down and opened her laptop then opened the scheduling program, clicking Spike's tab. "Looks like you have Lisa for three hours tomorrow night and then Abby for three hours with an hour break in between." She got up and motioned for Spike to sit. "Go ahead and look it over. When you click on the client's name, their appointment page will pop up with all the options they've chosen and their total fee." Spike clicked on Lisa's name. "Any special requests will be under that little comment box thing there." She pointed to an icon on the screen at the top of Lisa's appointment page and Spike clicked on it.

A dialog box opened, and Spike read the text. "She'll give me an extra five hundred if I shave her before I tongue her?" He turned and looked up at Buffy. "Not that I don't appreciate the extra dosh, but that's not really a special request. I've shaved you."

Buffy chuckled, "Yeah, but she doesn't know that and maybe it's her kink. Who knows? Did she opt for biting?"

Spike clicked off the dialog box and read the appointment page. "Yeah. She chose thigh and breast." He laughed. "Sounds like I'm gettin' takeaway chicken." He looked at the other options for biting locations. "Amanda's bloody thorough, but who asks to be bitten on their bleeding toes? Can I even bite there?"

"I've never had to. One guy did want me to suck on his toes and that was ew, but I guess you could bite with one fang. Don't think you'd be able to drink from it, though."

Spike nodded and read more of the appointment page. "Looks like the shaving is the most… exotic, I guess, thing she wants. Tonguing, vanilla shag in a position of my choosing, no arse fucking, bite thigh and breast. Not sure how I'm supposed to make that last three hours."

"You can do things more than once, and you can always shower with her. Based on where she wants you to bite, it sounds like she doesn't want to advertise her visit, so cleaning her up before she leaves will probably be appreciated."

"Yeah. Could always shag her in the shower, too. Wonder who she's trying to hide the bites from? Must not be someone she's very intimate with."

"Might be her job, like some people cover their tattoos or remove their piercings when they go to work."

"Yeah. Oh, who gets the special request money? Does that go to the house?"

"No, it's yours. You keep the money for anything they pay you to do outside of your package options. If you're willing to do it, that is. If it's something you don't want to do, click the decline button at the bottom of the box and they'll be notified."

Spike nodded then clicked back to the schedule and opened Abby's page. "No special requests from her, no preference on where I bite, open to any sex act including arse." He looked up at Buffy again. "She didn't choose any options, so why is her fee so much more than Lisa's?"

"Because not choosing any option is like clicking them all. The software assumes she wants one of everything, so it charges for that."

"Okay, here's a question… What happens if they don't give me the right amount of dosh? If it says they owe six hundred and only give me four or something?"

"We have their credit card information on file even though almost every client will pay you in cash. If they short you, let Willow know and she'll hit their card for the difference plus a penalty fee. Most of the clients don't want a traceable transaction to a brothel, so they won't short you. And don't make up any shortages out of your tips, either. That's your money. We'll get what the house is owed out of them one way or another."

Spike nodded and turned back to the laptop, checking his other appointments for the week. He asked, "How do I look at more than a week's worth?"

"Click the calendar icon at the bottom and you can choose by the week or the month. We only schedule a month at a time, so if you fill up, they'll get a notification when you have an open slot."

Spike clicked it, opening by the month, and his jaw dropped. "Every slot is full? How? I've only been listed on the site for a few days."

"Lots of horny women in this town, apparently. They're probably married to the men who come here, the ones who can't make a woman come even with step-by-step instructions and diagrams and a map. There also aren't many options for women to get laid, unless they want to try to pick someone up at a club or hit some sketchy street corner. We're the only active brothel here and you're the only male servicing women, so your schedule will probably always be full." She pointed to a drop-down menu at the top of the page. "Click that and look for 'Notify' and you'll see how many are on the waitlist."

Spike did and his jaw dropped open further. "I have to scroll to get to the bottom. Bloody hell."

Buffy laughed. "A lot of them are probably women who already have an appointment scheduled. They just want to be first in line when another one opens up."

"Why? They don't even know if I'm any better at this than their husbands."

"They assume you are because of how much you're charging. You're the high-end hairdresser with the French accent who can charge four hundred for a haircut because he's just that good. You're basically Thomas from the Dresden Files. That's why I had Amanda set your rates so high because you're just that good. Doesn't hurt that you're fucking hot, either."

Spike sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. "I hope you're right, pet. That's quite a list of birds to possibly disappoint." He looked up at her. "What happens if a client isn't satisfied with my performance? Do we have a complaints department? Do I give them a refund?"

"I sincerely doubt that will ever happen, and no, we don't give refunds. They pay up front or they don't set foot in your room. And, on the microscopically small chance that you don't rock someone's world, I have a five-gallon bucket of get the fuck over it. We don't accept complaints about performance, either. They're welcome to get the fuck out and never come back." She looked at the clock in the toolbar then reached out and closed the laptop. "Now I want you to rock my world before my next client gets here."

Spike smirked and stood up, pulling Buffy into a kiss. "Did you choose the 'rock my world' option?"

Buffy took his hand and tugged him toward the bed. "Didn't need to. It's your default setting."