Chapter Twenty – Pigs Will Fly

A knock sounded on the door and Amanda called out weakly, "Come in, Wes." The door opened and Wes stepped in then stopped suddenly when he caught sight of Spike. Amanda was face down on her bed with her legs spread and Spike was standing next to the bed tugging his jeans up. He let Wes get a good look at his still mostly hard dick then tucked himself away and buttoned his jeans.

He turned to Amanda and said, "Let me know when you want to go again, pet," then started for the door, saying to Wes as he passed by, "Shagged 'er rotten, mate." He saw Wes shiver out of the corner of his eye and chuckled as he stepped through the door and closed it behind him.

He'd had just enough time to bring Amanda off with a fast hard shag before he had to get ready for Lisa's appointment. He popped into the bathroom of his room and stripped his jeans off then stepped into the shower. He scrubbed himself quickly then shampooed his hair, rinsed everything off, and shut off the water. He brushed his teeth while he rubbed a towel over his hair then dried the rest of himself and pulled a fresh pair of jeans out of the closet. He slipped into them, leaving the top two buttons undone, and picked up the bag of shaving supplies he'd had delivered using the app on his new phone.

He spread a towel over the end of the bed then filled a small basin with water and dropped a couple of washcloths into it before carrying it out to the bedroom and setting it on the floor by the bed. He pulled the shaving supplies out of the bag and freed them from their packaging then lined them up on the floor by the basin. He gathered the torn packaging and stuffed it into the bag then stuffed the bag into the trash.

He picked his phone up off the desk and opened his schedule, checking Lisa's page to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Someone knocked on his door and he looked at the time on his phone then put it down and answered the door. Buffy was on the other side and she smiled. "Just wanted to come by and wish you luck."

Spike smiled and asked, "Do I look nervous? Because I feel nervous."

"Waiting for your first client is always a little nerve-racking, but you'll be fine." She reached up and ran her fingers through his still damp hair, spiking up a few of the curls and getting a few others to lay down. "Did you put any product in your hair?"

"No. Probably be showering again in a little while, so didn't see the point. Do I go down to meet her or does she just come up?"

"One of the boys… um, I mean, one of the thralls will bring her up. Still not used to not calling them the boys."

Spike smirked, "Well, you are rather old. I've heard change is difficult for the elderly."

Buffy's mouth dropped open then she laughed and smacked him in the chest. "You're gonna pay for that comment, buddy."

Spike leaned down and pulled her into a kiss. "Looking forward to it, luv. You might have to turn me over your knee and give me a right proper thrashing for my impertinence."

Buffy groaned. "You're not supposed to be putting those kinds of ideas into my head right now. It's not fair."

Spike nuzzled against her neck, scraping his fangs lightly against her skin, "Life rarely is, pet." He kissed her hard then turned her and patted her backside. "Toddle off now, luv. Your bloke has to go to work." She smiled over her shoulder at him and he said, "Thanks, kitten. Don't feel nearly as nervous anymore."

"You're welcome, Spike. Love you."

"Love you, too, pet." He stepped into the hall and watched her walk into their room then stepped back over the threshold and closed the door. He walked over to the chairs and sat down to wait.

Another knock sounded on the door a few minutes later and Andrew called out, "Spike? Your client is here."

Spike got up and walked over to the door then opened it. Andrew held out the money Lisa had given him and Spike took the bills then folded them and stuffed them into his pocket as he said, "Thanks, Andy." Andrew nodded and turned for the stairs and Spike smiled at the woman standing in the hall. "Please come in, Miss."

She tore her gaze away from the two open buttons of his jeans and smiled nervously then walked into the room. Spike closed the door behind her and said, "May I take your coat?"

She turned to face him and nodded then voiced a slightly hysterical giggle and slapped her hand over her mouth, saying through her fingers, "Oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous." She waved her other hand in the vague direction of his torso and whispered, "You're just so…"

Spike prompted, "Just so what, pet?"

"Fucking hot." She slapped her other hand over her mouth and stood staring at him with wide eyes.

Spike chuckled and stepped closer. "Thanks, luv. Let's get you out of that coat, yeah?" He gently grasped her arms and lowered her hands from her face then slipped the coat off her shoulders and down her arms. He tossed it onto one of the chairs and took another step closer. She was trembling as he leaned down and kissed lightly up her neck to her ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth, smiling when she gasped, then murmured, "Oh the things I want to do to you."

She shuddered and he stood back and lifted a hand to her throat, trailing his fingertips down toward her cleavage until they rested on the first button of her blouse. He flicked it open then moved to the next one, noticing that her skin was bare under his fingertips. She wasn't wearing a bra. She shivered as each button was opened and started breathing faster. When all the buttons were loose, Spike slipped the blouse down her arms and tossed it on top of her coat then stepped close and pulled her into a kiss, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her arms wound around him as he deepened the kiss and he slid his hands down her back to the button on her skirt. He opened it and slid the zipper down then let the skirt fall to the floor to pool around her feet. He lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist. He turned and carried her to the bed then set her on the towel and dropped to his knees in front of her. He slid his hands down her legs and slipped the shoes off her feet, tossing them in the general direction of the chairs, then leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, scraping his piercing over it. She moaned and grasped his head as he moved to the other breast. He gave it a quick hard suck then sat back, trailing his fingertips lightly along the top edge of her thong. "Lay back, pet, and I'll shave you. Then I'll…" He licked his lips and clicked his piercing against his teeth.

She blushed then stammered, "Oh… um… the money for that is in my coat. Um… in the front left pocket." Spike rose to his feet and walked over to her coat then fished a wad of bills out of her pocket. He brought them over to her and she said, "It's all there. I promise. Your tip, too."

Spike smiled as he dropped to his knees again. "You don't want to hold on to that until I'm done?"

She shook her head. "No. Um… no."

Spike leaned over and dropped the bills on the floor behind the small basin. "We'll just leave it there until you've decided if I've earned a tip, all right, pet?" He reached out and slid his fingertips over the scrap of cloth covering her as he sat back on his feet. "Now, how do you want me to shave you?"

"Um… all off."

He licked his lips again. "Bare. Okay, pet. Lay back." She did and he slipped the thong off her hips and down her legs then lifted her feet and placed them on his shoulders, letting her legs fall open wide. He proceeded to slather her with shaving gel then gently slid the razor along her flesh, swirling it in the basin after each pass until he'd removed all the hair. She'd moaned every time the razor touched her, so he'd made the process take quite a bit longer than it needed to.

When she was bare, he wiped up the remnants of the gel with a washcloth then slid his fingertips along her flesh, checking for anything he might have missed. "You're all smooth, luv." He took her feet off his shoulders and knelt up then said, "Slide up the bed a bit, pet. Want to taste you."

She slithered toward the middle of the bed and Spike opened her legs then bent over the edge of the bed and grasped her hips to pull her to his mouth. He buried his face in her and went to work with tongue, lips, and piercing until she was writhing beneath him, voicing breathy moans and gasps. She'd grasped her knees to hold her legs open wide and her thighs were trembling as she closed in on a mind-blowing orgasm. Her spine arched up off the bed when it hit, and Spike drew it out as long as he could until she collapsed back to the bed. Her hands fell off her knees and her feet thumped to the bed on either side of Spike. He licked at her gently then said, "Gonna bite you now, luv."

She raised her head weakly and her eyes widened as he brought his demon forward. He turned his head and sank his fangs into her thigh and she dropped her head with a loud moan as he pulled two mouthfuls of blood. He sealed the bite then turned back and worked her into another orgasm, then a third.

He stood and waited for her glazed eyes to find their way to him then popped the rest of the buttons on his jeans and slid out of them. Her focus sharpened and her mouth formed an 'O' shape as he lifted one knee to the bed. "You ready for me, pet?" She nodded and he bent down and hooked an arm under her knee then brought his other knee up onto the bed and leaned forward, planting one hand on the bed as he lined himself up with the other. He pushed in slowly as he hooked her other knee and planted that hand on the bed. When he was fully seated, he looked down at her and asked, "You want hard or easy?"

She was breathing fast again and stammered, "H…hard."

He pulled back about halfway and said, "You got it, luv," then slammed forward. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she voiced the loudest moan so far. He hammered into her, her breathing getting more and more ragged as she climbed toward another climax. This one hit her like a freight train and she stiffened beneath him like she was being electrocuted as she loosed a strangled scream at the ceiling, her fingernails digging deep gouges into the backs of his arms. He slammed into her twice more then arched back, his own climax boiling through him as he spent himself deep inside her.

He thrust gently a few more times then slid out and lowered her legs to the bed. She was still twitching as he moved up to lay beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow and reached out to slide his fingertips over a breast. He leaned down and kissed her gently then said, "Gonna bite you again, pet, and I'm gonna get one more out of you, too."

He moved down a bit and closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it against his teeth as he moved his hand between her legs and started working her with his fingers. She was moaning and rolling her hips when he sank his fangs into her breast and slowly pulled a mouthful of blood. She came for the fifth time about halfway through his second mouthful. He finished it up then slid his fangs out and sealed the bite.

He looked over at the clock and was surprised to find that he'd used almost the whole three hours. Lisa's session would be over in fifteen minutes so they wouldn't have time for a shower. Well, it was physically possible to shower in less than fifteen minutes, but that required one's legs to be functional and Spike doubted Lisa's were. She was still twitching randomly, but her breathing had evened out somewhat.

He leaned down and kissed her again. "You all right, luv?"

She nodded and smiled up at him. "Yeah. I'm way more than all right."

He smirked, "Guess that means I earned my tip then, yeah?"

She laughed quietly. "If I had it on me, I'd give you the deed to my house."

Spike laughed and sat up. "Thanks for that, pet, and I'm happy you enjoyed it." He slid off the bed and looked around the room until he'd located her thong then walked over and picked it up. He returned to the bed and slid it over her feet and partway up her legs. "Think you can stand?"

"I have no idea."

He reached out and she lifted her hands to his. He pulled her to her feet and held her arms until he was sure she was steady then pulled her thong the rest of the way up. "I'll get your other togs. You're not gonna fall over on me, are you?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. My legs feel all weird but they seem to be working."

Spike hooked her skirt off the floor then picked up her blouse and brought them over to her. He handed her the blouse then knelt in front of her and helped her step into the skirt. While she was buttoning the blouse he fetched her shoes. "You gonna be able to walk in these?"

"Probably not, so I'll just go barefoot. My car is close."

She took the shoes then walked a bit unsteadily over to the chair to get her coat. Spike helped her into it then walked her to the door. He hooked a finger under her chin and gently kissed her. "Come see me again, yeah?"

"I will." She glanced down at him and blushed slightly. "Um… do you want to put your jeans on before you open the door?"

He smirked. "They've all seen it, luv."

Her blush deepened and she nodded. "Right. Thanks, Spike."

He opened the door and she stepped into the hall. "You're welcome. Have a good evening."

She nodded, "You, too," then started for the stairs, holding her shoes with one hand so she could use the other to grip the railing.

Spike watched her walk out of the mansion then closed the door and turned his arm over to look at the gouges. He smiled and shook his head then walked over to the pile of bills on the floor and picked them up. He counted it and his eyes widened. Aside from the five hundred for the shaving, she'd tipped him a thousand dollars. "Bloody hell." He walked over to his jeans and fished the cash out of his pocket. Her fee was supposed to be eight hundred, but he hadn't counted it and didn't know if Andrew had, either. Maybe she'd gotten mixed up and had left some of the fee money in with the shaving money. He counted the money from his pocket. Eight hundred. So she had tipped him a grand. He'd just made five hundred dollars an hour for shagging and having a snack. He smiled. Yeah, he was going to like this job.

He put the house money in one drawer of the desk and his in another then cleaned up the shaving supplies and stripped the sheet off the bed before heading into the bathroom to shower. Abby would be here in about forty-five minutes.

XXXX

Spike rolled over and stretched then rolled back and snuggled Buffy to his chest. "Morning, pet."

She mumbled, "Morning."

"So what's the plan for today?"

"More sleep."

Spike chuckled. "I meant after that."

"We need to get the third-floor boys turned before Fred and Willow's clients arrive. You have clients tonight, too, don't you?"

"Yeah. Another no options chosen."

Buffy rolled over and smiled sleepily up at him. "So how did your first night go?"

"Good. First bird tipped me a grand and said she'd have given me the deed to her house if she'd had it with her."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Wow. She's the one who wanted you to shave her, right?"

"Yeah. The grand was on top of the shaving dosh."

"Damn, Spike. What did you do to her?"

Spike smirked, "Nothing I haven't done to you dozens of times. She also did something to me." He turned his arm and looked at the back, but the gouges were healed.

"What are you looking for?"

"She dug her nails into my arms. Left some fairly deep gouges, but they've healed."

Buffy giggled. "Go go vampire healing power. The second one last night was a no options, right? How'd that go?"

"She basically did want one of everything. Showed up wearing a plug so I wouldn't need to spend the time stretching her and rode me while the plug was buzzing up her arse. That was a bit different. Xan and I double penetrated Anya, but his dick wasn't vibrating at the time. Felt odd, but good, I guess. Had me bite her half a dozen times, too"

Buffy giggled again. "On her toes?"

Spike chuckled and nipped at her nose. "No. Both breasts, inside of both thighs, neck, and upper arm. Said she's gonna have the bite on her arm done as a tattoo."

"How much did she tip?"

"Only eight hundred, but her fee was nearly double what the first one was, so it evens out, I suppose."

Buffy huffed. "Only eight hundred, he says. Only. Most of us are lucky to get that much in one night instead of from one client."

"How many times in three hours can you bring your clients off, though? My first one was five and the second one was seven. Don't imagine many of these older blokes I see in here can manage it more than once or twice. I've got it a bit easier than you lot, since birds are usually multi-orgasmic. I can just keep cranking them out, one right after another."

"Yeah, I suppose you should get more since you work harder for it than I have to. I don't even really have to pay that much attention as long as I moan in the right places and move my hips a little."

"You pay attention when I'm shagging you, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, because you know what you're doing and you're good at it. I don't think there's been more than a couple times where you haven't made me come at least three times and it's usually more."

"You'll let me know if I ever start boring you, right?"

She smirked then pulled him down for a kiss. "Yeah, if that ever happens, you'll already know from all the pigs suddenly being able to fly."