What happened that night...
Xander and Buffy were lying in bed. Up against the headboard.
Buffy couldn't believe how quickly it had happened. One moment they were on the couch. Talking. Then, they were in the bedroom. Viewing the painting. And suddenly, she and Xander were in bed. Going at it hot and heavy.
The billionaire had proceeded to put on the performance of her lifetime. Buffy had never cum so quickly. Or so hard. In quick succession. Thrice. After that, Xander made love to her again. Nice and slow. Taken his time.
Finally, they'd taken a bit of a breather. Now, Xander was puffing on a big, fat cigar To celebrate his conquest. Buffy's perfect coif was slightly mussed. She'd covered herself with the bedsheet. And was delicately sipping on champagne. After having helped herself to a couple of strawberries and polishing off the entire chocolate cake.
Buffy, still trying to catch her breath, eyed Xander out of the corner of her eye. The billionaire looked entirely at ease. He was seemingly was deep in thought.
"You know what I'd like to see?" Xander asked.
"Hmmmm?" Buffy asked.
"You," the billionaire said. "In sexy lingerie and high heels."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"You wish," she said.
"I told you Buff," Xander said. "You've got to find a more creative way to think about this. I know I have."
"Clearly," Buffy said.
"It'll be fun," Xander said. Grinning.
"For you!" Buffy said. Heatedly.
Her voice dropped to a whisper now.
"Besides, I'm not exactly a sexy lingerie type of girl."
"Which is exactly why you need this," Xander said. "Trust me."
Buffy now looked at Xander.
"Never," she said. Seriously.
A half hour later…
Xander was in bed. Still. Smoking on his cigar. Still.
But his eyes were on Buffy. The gorgeous blonde was at the foot of the bed. In lacy red lingerie and high heels.
Buffy still couldn't believe she was doing this. She was wearing sexy lingerie. For Xander. She had gone for a shower after rebuffing the billionaire's suggestion. When she emerged, Xander was still in bed. Smoking his cigar.
But now a rack of sexy lingerie was awaiting her. Bralettes. Babydolls. Bustiers. Corsets. Camisoles. Chemises. Negligees. Teddys. All in her exact measurements.
At first, Buffy found herself royally pissed off. At his presumption. But then they'd talked for a while. Buffy, in the meantime, found herself examining some of the outfits. Out of curiosity. Finally, she'd given way. Agreed to try on one. Mainly to shut him up.
"How do I look?" Buffy asked. Slightly hesitantly.
The billionaire took a deep drag of his cigar. Then took it in his hand.
"Like a fucking model," he said.
"Oh please," she said.
"Why don't you strike a sexy little pose for me," Xander suggested.
"Oh I bet you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Buffy asked. Sarcastically.
"I would," Xander confirmed.
Buffy now gave him a look.
"Come on," Xander said. "Just one pose. For me."
Buffy nibbled on her lower lip. Then, spreading her legs a little, she placed one hand on her hip and the other hand behind her head.
"That's it," Xander said. Tilting his head. "So sexy, Buff."
"Yeah?" Buffy asked. Ruffling her hair and giving him a come hither look. "You like that?"
"Yeah," Xander said. "Lemme see you twirl your hair a little."
Buffy considered it. Then, after a moment, began running her forefinger through her golden locks. Keeping the other hand on her hip.
"Pout your lips now," Xander said. "Real sexy."
Buffy now giggled. But did as he bid.
"That's it," Xander said. His eyes were on her lips. "Just like that, Buff."
"Come on Buff," the billionaire said. "Lemme see you give those hips a little shimmy."
When Xander clapped his hands, music began to play. The blonde now folded her hands across herself. And fixed him with a forbidding stare. But the billionaire just stared at her. Expectantly.
It was a go-to psychological trick he'd used in the boardroom. Saying nothing as he stared someone down. Making them feel uncomfortable at first. Then, bending them to his will. In the bedroom, it had the bonus effect of letting the sexual tension between them build.
Buffy fidgeted at first. Then sighed. Finally, she rolled her eyes. Now, placing both hands over her head, she began swaying her hips from side to side. Slowly. Almost imperceptibly at first. Then, a little faster.
Xander kept staring at her. Kept puffing on his cigar. By now, Buffy was swaying seductively. Finally, the gorgeous blonde turned to one side. And ended the dance by thrusting her hips in his direction.
"Satisfied?" she asked. Leaning on the bedpost with one hand. Her voice was icy. Her eyes were disdainful.
The billionaire continued to inhale his cigar. As he considered his answer. Now, Xander tilted his head to one side.
"I've seen better," he said.
Buffy scoffed.
"I know what you're doing," she said. Glaring at him.
"Is that right?" Xander asked.
"Uh-huh," Buffy said. "It's not going to work."
Later…
Buffy was standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. Admiring herself.
You doll, she thought. Are one sexy lady.
Buffy, at that moment, felt incredibly sexy. After Xander's comment, she'd stormed off to the bathroom. In a huff. Grabbing a whole bunch of outfits on the way. Determined to show the billionaire what's what. To wipe that infuriating smirk of his face.
Buffy had emerged from the bathroom a half hour later. In a cream coloured jacket and high heels. With her hair pinned up.
"Hey Buff," Xander said. Casually. Eyeing her out of the corner of his eye. The cigar was in an ashtray by the bed. The billionaire was on his phone. "Thought you'd run out on me."
Probably having fun swiping left on supermodels, Buffy thought. Bastard.
Buffy now stalked over to the middle of the room. In front of the full length mirror. Now, waiting a few moments to ensure she had his undivided attention, Buffy casually shrugged off the jacket.
Revealing the outfit she'd put on under the jacket. Lacy, black lingerie and black stockings.
"Holy shit," Xander said.
Buffy said nothing. She didn't need to bother to look. She knew Xander's jaw was on the floor. Buffy now turned her body slightly to one side. Then slowly ran a hand down her flat, tight stomach. Admiring her toned physique.
Buffy now turned to the other side. Then, reaching behind her, slightly adjusted her panties. She could feel Xander's eyes on her ass.
"C'mere," the billionaire said. Firmly.
But Buffy simply ignored him. Now, arching her back a little, she undid her hair. Now, shaking it out, she began running both hands through it. Until her golden locks were falling down to her shoulders in sexy, tousled waves.
Finally, Buffy turned around. So that her back was to the mirror. Now, placing her hands on her hips, she craned her neck over her shoulder. Now, forming her lips into a sensual pout, Buffy ran her eyes over her entire body.
One sexy lady, Buffy thought. With feline satisfaction.
"Fuck Buff," Xander said. "You look amazing."
Buffy could now see Xander's right hand under the covers. It was between his legs. Moving up and down.
"I know," Buffy said.
"I suppose you've seen better, though?" she asked. Sarcastically.
Xander now chuckled. He ripped off the bedsheet. And scooted to the edge of the bed. Buffy's eyes, still on the mirror, now fell on the billionaire's cock. It was standing completely erect. With no help from Xander. Even in the reflection, it looked massive.
Oh my god, Buffy thought.
She couldn't help but blush a little.
"C'mere," Xander said. Roughly this time.
Their eyes met and held. Again.
After nearly a minute, Buffy gave way. Now, keeping eye contact with Xander, she walked over to him. Slowly.