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After several minutes spent recuperating from the mind-altering sex, Spike grabbed Buffy by the waist, laying her down on the couch. They stared into each other eyes still feeling the burn simmering between them. Spike was still semi-erect inside her and ready to go again and Buffy wasn't going to object as she worked her hips slow to harden him some more. Unfortunately a knock at the door ended the moment causing the glowing lovers to scramble to their feet. Spike tucked himself back inside his pants while Buffy readjusted her thong. He made himself comfortable on the couch again while Buffy stood in front of him dancing. When the door opened, she looked over her shoulder at the manager. She smiled indicating everything was fine. He nodded, closing the door and Buffy stopped dancing to join Spike on the couch.
"That was close"
"Indeed"
Spike poured a glass of champagne for Buffy and himself. They clanked their glasses together each taking a sip then burst into laughter.
"What just happened here?"
"One hell of a dance, luv"
"This is so not like me. I don't screw customers."
"I never assumed you did."
"I don't even know your name."
"The name's William but I prefer Spike."
Buffy extended her hand. "Nice to meet you Spike"
"I think we're well passed that pet but you could give me your phone number."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Well neither was this at the time but look how well it turned out. I told you we would be good together."
"You have a point. I want give you my number but I will take yours."
"Fine. Here's my card."
"Well Spike I would love to stay here and chat with you but I don't want the manager to come back here again."
"I don't think he would object. Spike looked at his Rolex watch. "We've been in here for three hours already and I do believe he gets part of what you make so I don't think he has a right to complain."
"You may be right but I'm sure other people need to use this room."
Spike was disappointed his time with Buffy was ending.
"What time do you get off?"
"Late"
"Then I'll stay."
"Oh know don't tell me you're one of those stalker types." Buffy located her dress on the floor. She was about to stand up to retrieve it but Spike pulled her by the arm causing her to fall back onto the couch. He had bitten her earlobe then whispered. "Not at all pet. I just know what I want"
Buffy stared into his eyes, believing every word he said. She pulled the sleeve of his shirt back to check the time on his watch.
"I have thirty minutes before my next set starts. If you want to wait around until then, I'm yours."
Spike pulled Buffy onto his lap. "Pet you were mine when I first laid eyes on you."
His confident words made Buffy blush then shift on his lap, feeling Spike's erection underneath her. She cradled the side of his face. They were about to kiss but were interrupted again by knocking. It was the manger, looking annoyed. This time neither of them moved.
"Is everything okay in here?"
"Everything is fine mate."
"Buffy, thirty minutes."
"Thanks"
Buffy looked at Spike. "I guess that was my queue." She shifted, preparing to stand but he tightened his hold on her.
"Kiss me"
Buffy wasn't going to refuse him this time. She lowered her head, kissing him fully on the lips. Spike slipped her the tongue and she embraced it with hers. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen. Spike was letting his passion get the best of him. He stilled her, holding her face in his hands unable to stop them from moving through her hair as he tried to persuade her to lie back on the couch.
Buffy had to tear her mouth away from his. "No, I have to go." She had broken free from his embrace, smoothing her dress down.
Spike exhaled. Although he was paying for Buffy's time, he knew she had to eventually leave. He stood in front of her, taking her by the hand. They walked to the door.
"I almost forgot, luv." Spike pulled out his leather billfold, handing Buffy six hundred dollars. The extra three hundred was a tip.
Buffy hesitated; she didn't want to take the money. There was feeling of uneasiness in the pit of her stomach, transforming their encounter from sudden ecstasy to sudden sleazy. However, she knew she had to take the money or how else would she explain spending three hours in a room with the handsome blonde man with nothing to show for it.
Buffy half-heartedly smiled. "Thanks"
Spike smiled back, staring into her green eyes. "No need to thank me luv. It was worth every penny."
Buffy wished he'd picked a better choice of words but after she looked into his blue soothing eyes, the awkwardness passed. She walked out, letting go of his hand to enter the dressing room. She placed the money she earned in front of her. So far Buffy made eleven hundred dollars for only five hours of work and still had three more hours to go. She sat down in her chair then stared in the mirror unable to shake the reoccurring uneasiness in her stomach. Back and forth she looked at herself in the mirror then the money. She knew she wasn't a prostitute but she was starting to feel like one. She shared an amazing chemistry with the handsome blonde stranger having some of the best sex of her life. The way he'd looked at her, the way he touched her and the way he felt inside her could be compared to a drug addict's first high.
Buffy closed her eyes then opened them briefly to look at the clock ticking over her shoulder. She had twenty minutes to freshen up before her next set. She started to get up but sat back down unable to find the strength to return back to the stage. It was clear. She wasn't cut out for this type of work, proving it by having sex with her first lap dance customer. She grabbed her purse, stuffing all the money she earned inside. She changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt. She stuffed her costume, black dress and stilettos into her gym bag. Instead of glancing over her shoulder again to look at the clock, she looked at the bright red fire exit sign at the far back wall. She ran to the door then stopped to read the warning sign "Do Not Use Except For Emergencies" and without another thought, Buffy pushed the door open, setting off the fire alarm.
Parker jumped from his seat, hitting his head on the lamp that hovered above. The first word that came to mind was 'fire'. He rushed out of his office and down the stairs thinking he was going to see his club going up in flames. He breathed a sigh of relief. It appeared to be a false alarm. After calling the fire and police departments to tell them not to come, he searched for the source of the problem. He checked all the fire exits except the one in the ladies dressing room, knowing he couldn't enter unless it was empty. He scanned the floor taking an inventory of all his dancers. Everyone was accounted for except the new girl, Buffy. He checked his watch. It was ten minutes after the time she was scheduled for her next set. He looked over by the stage, noticing the rich blonde guy was still seated in front. He grabbed one of his other dancers by the arm, telling her to check on Buffy. The big-busted blonde emerged from the back informing him she was gone and so was all her stuff. Quickly Parker snapped into manager mode, informing the shocked blonde she was performing next. He talked to the DJ then headed back to his office to call Buffy. He had his doubts about hiring her but ignored them because the petite blonde had a look about her that many men found appealing. It was just the right mix of innocence and naughtiness and he knew it was going to make him a lot of money.
Spike anxiously waited for Buffy to appear on stage, looking hotter no doubt. There was something even more beautiful about a woman after sex; something beyond just glowing. It was hard to explain but he knew when he saw it and he couldn't wait to see it on Buffy. He ordered another bottle of champagne, sharing it proudly with a few other guys waiting for the show to start. When the music started to play, Spike lit himself a fag, smiling when he saw a silhouette appear behind the black sheer curtain. He leaned forward, taking in the woman's very curvy shape. His brow crinkled. The woman behind the curtain wasn't Buffy and his suspicions were further confirmed when the DJ announced another name. He pushed himself away from the table, standing quickly, knocking his chair to the floor. He headed back stage, shouting her name. A buxom brunette appeared informing him Buffy was gone. Spike tried to get more information from the sexy brunette but she didn't know Buffy that well. All she could tell him was her last name was Summers but she wasn't for sure because a lot of women who danced at the club usually gave fake names. Spike thanked the woman and left.
When Buffy arrived home, she headed straight for the shower. Afterwards, she tossed her costume along with her black dress and stilettos into the trash. She clicked on her answering machine. There was one message from Parker. In a nervous gesture, she tightened the belt of her robe prepared to hear his anger but was surprised when he showed concern mixed with shameless begging for her to come back. She wasn't going to return his call or go back to the club. She turned off the machine and curled into bed letting thoughts of Spike rock her to sleep. The next day her friend Willow showed up at her apartment caring a vase with two-dozen white long stem roses with a bottle of very expensive perfume purchased by the ounce. The cute red head explained the items were delivered early that evening at the club. The card attached read " Thank you for not denying my stage the pleasure of your performance". The card wasn't signed but right away Buffy knew it was from Spike. She smiled. The beautiful gift had convinced her their encounter meant more to him, making her feel more at ease with what happened. She searched her purse for his business card but realized she threw it out along with all the other reminders of that night and the morning trash was collected hours ago.
It had been two weeks since Spike spent those three unforgettable hours in the champagne room with Buffy. He visited the club every night after that, hoping to see her again. When he finally spoke to the manager, he informed Spike she'd quit without notice but assured him she did receive the gift he'd sent her. The manager even tried to persuade Spike to spend his money on some of the other more attractive blondes in the club but he wasn't interested. He and Buffy shared a connection that night and Spike never thought they would end up shagging but the moment was right so they went for it only for it to be ruined when the money exchanged hands. He noticed Buffy could barely look him in the eye when she accepted the six hundred dollars. He slouched his black leather high back chair using his arm to support his head. He closed his eyes, conjuring her image to surround him.
Buffy stood outside "Vamps" with her hand on the door handle, taking a deep breath before she entered. She headed straight to Parker's office to let him know she had arrived. Instead of speaking they both nodded their heads. Her friend Willow needed a night off so as a one-time favor, Buffy agreed to fill in for her but with two conditions, she didn't have to give lap dances and she could leave after her routine. It was the least she could do since Willow helped her get the job she so abruptly quit. Parker accepted the conditions like Buffy knew he would. She knew he didn't care just as long as he made money from the arrangement.
Spike was on his way home from the office when he saw the big neon sign for "Vamps". He pressed the button to drop the tinted private window, requesting his driver to make what he promised himself would be his last visit. As the limo approached the parking lot, Spike noticed a petite blonde walking to the front entrance. He rolled his window down to get a better look. From a distance the blonde looked a lot like Buffy but he wasn't for sure. He had his driver park in front of the club. After stepping inside, Spike ordered bourbon on the rocks from the bar. Rather then take a seat, he chose to stand in the back of the club to search for the blonde stunner he spotted outside. Although he knew he needed to be content with just the memories of Buffy, he had to be sure it wasn't her.
Buffy's choice of outfit was a black beaded silk bra adorned with gold lace with matching g-string and sarong. Her routine was going to be simple but powerful just like the choice of song she wanted to dance to. Behind the curtain she sat down on the stage with her legs pressed up against her chest. She rested her forehead on her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs. As the lights dimmed, the DJ announced her appearance as a one night only performance. When the music started to play, Buffy didn't move until the sound of the artist's voice awakened her from her position.
Come to me
Run to me
Do and be done with me
(Cold cold cold)
Don't I exist for you
Don't I still live for you
(Cold cold cold)
Everything I possess
Given with tenderness
Wrapped in a ribbon of glass
Time it may take us but God only knows
How I've paid for those things in the past
Buffy extended her body flat to the stage then pushed herself back up again, spreading her legs as far as they could go. She lowered herself between them until her bra covered breasts kissed the stage then closed them bringing the toned stems near her chest to lift herself from the stage. She swirled her blonde locks around slowly lifting her head with a sexy grin. She placed her index finger in between her teeth biting it gently then released it until the tip touched her bottom lip. Slowly she ran her tongue over the spot where her finger had brushed. It was sexy and naughty move designed to entice.
Spike stopped in mid drink at the sound of Buffy's stage name being announced over the loud speakers. He moved from the back of the club to get a better view of her. He smiled. Buffy had graced him with her presence once again. The same way when he first visited the club. She was breathtaking. There was no costume or props just simple, sexy and classy black silk numbers that made his mouth water. There was something different about her too. The look on her face expressed a powerful sexual confidence that was strong and gripping. Spike chuckled knowing there were going to be plenty of broke blokes leaving the club tonight.
Dying is easy it's living that scares me to death
I could be so content hearing the sound of your breath
Cold is the colour of crystal the snowlight
That falls from the heavenly skies
Catch me and let me dive under
For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes
Buffy walked the remaining length of the stage, moving her head from side to side. She was commanding the attention of every hard up guy in the room and she was getting it. Her power even reached Parker and Gunn, the black bodyguard who stood watch at the back of the stage. She turned, looking over her shoulder with a sadistic smile, bending over to give the lucky guys in front a peek at her toned ass. She grabbed the ankle of one leg slowly working her hands up the length until her hand reached the tie of her black silk sarong. She untied it but didn't let it fall to the stage. Instead she snaked it around her waist so the ties were in front and she could run her naked cheeks across the silky material, lowering it a little further with each sway of her hips then dropping it to the floor.
When Buffy turned her back, Spike moved closer to the stage shielding himself behind a few guys she had under her spell. He had kept his eyes on her the entire time, feeling himself getting aroused. She was blessed from every angle as her body moved like the motion of the waves, beckoning him to move a little closer. Even her curves possessed a naughty come hither that was hard to resist. Spike inched further, making his way to the front. There was no way in hell she was going to get away from his this time. He was going to experience the full power of her body without interruption for as many hours as humanly possible. He'd been denied her long enough. All it took was one night and he was a mess unable to stop thinking about her, wanting to be with her. He had a possessive nature and was very proud of it. The word "want" was as familiar to him as his own name. Maybe that's why he was so successful in life. He was very good at getting what he wanted. He wanted to be rich, he wanted a house with many rooms, he wanted nice cars and he wanted Buffy. So far he had four out of the five but not for long.
I want to be with you baby
Slip me inside of your heart
Don't I belong to you baby
Don't you know nothing can tear us apart
Come on now come on now come on now
Telling you that
I loved you right from the start
But the more I want you the less I get
Ain't that just the way things are
Buffy turned to face the crowd, backing up slowly until she was in the center of the stage. She dropped to her knees, running her hands up her thighs, over her stomach and breasts. She ran her hand across her chest, placing her index finger and thumb over the front clasp of her bra. She hooded her eyes, looking from side to side then popped the clasp. She tilted her head back as her ample breast lowered an inch from the absent support but her nipples held their erect position. Money graced the stage along with loud claps and whistles from some very pleased patrons waiting to see her perfect mounds. Instead of giving them what they wanted Buffy placed an arm across her chest shaking her head to express the word "no". She lowered the first strap with the hand from the arm across her chest then crossed with her other arm to remove the other strap. She turned her back again, closing her eyes to absorb the beat and powerful vocals of the artist. Her hips caught the beat, swaying from side to side. In an expert move reminiscent of Houdini, she slowly uncrossed her arms grabbing the cups of the bra to allow it to fall down her extended arms.
Spike approached the stage, taking the steps slowly as they led to his obsession. He had taken long strides towards her grabbing Buffy by her arms, turning her to face him.
"What are you doing?"
Spike pulled her flushed with his body, restraining her by the wrist. "Taking what I want." He kissed her.
Buffy pulled her mouth away from his to see his passion dancing in the blue of his eyes like tiny flames. If she'd spoken it would have been inappropriate so she smiled with a wild wickedness and let her lips lace his as their tongues circled.
Spike had felt the tension leave her wrists. He loosened his grip, allowing her hands to make the climb up his body while her fingers put wear and tear on the back of his midnight blue suit jacket. Their passion had been reborn in front of an audience of horny broke men, wishing to be him. Buffy shivered against Spike, welcoming his every desire until the remainder of the song played out over the loud speakers.
Winter had frozen us
Let love take hold of us
(Cold cold cold)
Now we are shivering
Blue ice is glittering
(Cold cold cold)
Cold is the colour of crystal the snowlight
That falls from the heavenly skies
Catch me and let me dive under
For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes
(Cold cold cold)
(Cold cold cold)
Parker was beside himself with panic, expecting an uprising of horny men to rush the stage in anger. He searched for Gunn who was about to approach his target. Luckily, the clearly obsessed blonde guy didn't get the chance to feel Gunn's wrath. Parker had given him the signal to do nothing, deciding to let the sexual spectacle play out. Besides, everyone surrounding the stage remained frozen as if under some kind of thrall. Suddenly, there was loud clapping and whistling louder than anything he'd ever heard. It was beginning to freak him out until he saw the stage replenished with the color green.
The sudden burst of applause parted the lustful lovers. Spike removed his suit jacket, helping Buffy put it on. He carried her off the stage, out the front door and into the waiting limousine. The driver didn't have to be told where to go it was obvious home was the answer. Spike pushed the up arrow button to the privacy window then turned his attention to Buffy, pushing her down onto the leather seat.
"I want my tongue, my mouth and my face wet with you."
Buffy's legs welcomed wide and Spike lowered his head not bothering to remove her g-string. He kissed and licked her clit through her panties while he inserted a finger from the side. The invasion set off sensations that triggered the domino affect. Buffy arched her neck and opened her mouth, taking in so much air her that throat dried. Her eyes closed and nose flared, sensing pleasure that was soon followed by the music of lust.
"Ohoohoohooh...yes...yes...oh...Spike....yes...ahnnahnn...ahnnahhnnnahhhahhhhhh"
Silk never tasted so good as Spike saturated the material with his salvia until it stuck to her pussy like a new skin. He pulled back to see the outline of her covered in black. A small growl had come from his throat followed by the word "beautiful" then he resumed his position between her legs. He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, inserting a second finger inside her.
If Spike wasn't going to remove her panties Buffy knew it was going to be her but only after the feeling returned to her hands. She made one attempt but quickly fell short when her pussy swallowed finger number two. On her second attempt, she managed to touch the thin silky piece on the side only to come up short again when the force of her orgasm weaken her joints. The third attempt was successful but not by her hand.
Spike removed the damp silk panties, throwing them in the seat above her head. He pushed Buffy's softness back until they resembled butterfly wings in three shades of pinks. The tip of his tempting tongue made a wet blueprint of her womanhood before entering. Buffy gasped with reckless pleasure cell by naked cell as Spike infested her, sucking and licking until she overflowed again. Spike lifted his head not bothering to wipe his mouth, trying to catch his breath. He looked into her eyes.
"If passion had a taste, it would taste like you."
He pulled Buffy's limb body against him. Her head was heavy with desire immediately seeking comfort against his chest. He lifted her head by her chin to kiss her on the lips then placed her head back against his chest. He looked out his window to see the lights leading to his iron gate and all the way up to his driveway. The car stopped but Spike didn't wait for his driver to open the car door. He climbed out first, pulling Buffy with him. She still had his coat around her but that was all. Spike lifted her and Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist. When their eyes met, they started to kiss while he carried them into the house. His driver was a smart man. Instead of standing around waiting for instructions he had opened the front the door, pretending there was nothing unusual about the activity unfolding in front of him. He closed the door behind his boss, parked the limo and retreated to the sanctuary of the guesthouse.
Buffy began loosing Spike's tie while he removed his jacket from her body carrying her up the winding staircase. She had no time to absorb the massive structure so beautifully decorated. They almost made it to the bed but Spike's needy cock begged for release. He lowered her to the carpeted floor only a few inches from his bedroom door. He removed his tie completely while Buffy unbuttoned his shirt. He unbuttoned the cuffs and his pants while she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping it a few times as Spike began to lower himself. She guided him into her without needing adjustment. She was still wet from the pleasure of his mouth. Spike's taking of her was hard and fast but she didn't mind. She'd been craving him for two weeks. His thrust was sharp and immediate just like his orgasm as he collapsed on top of her. When they finally made to his huge king size bed, Spike had taken her on her hands and knees, from the side, standing up, sitting, legs up, down and spread east to west. They made love until the ardor gave out and the reunited lovers had fallen asleep with Buffy lying on Spike's chest and his arm wrapped protectively around her.
Two hours later Buffy had awakened into the dimly lit room. Her physical longing for him was too wild to be contained. She pulled the covers back, straddling and stroking him awake.
Spike smiled. "Need me, luv"
Buffy nodded her head saying 'yes'.
"You need my lips."
"Yes"
"You need my tongue."
"Yes"
"You need my cock."
"Yes"
Spike's come-making voice and words had Buffy racing with lust and festering with passion. She'd given him a deep kiss before lifting and lowering herself onto his thick-veined shaft. Spike groaned and Buffy's mouth opened but nothing came out. She wanted to feel every inch of him and there was many, making her want to master the lowering process by repeating the action two then three times. Spike remained still, letting her take what she wanted since she so generously gave herself to him for hours. She moved in slow circular motions, back and forth then up and down while Spike willed himself not be more active. It was like he sensed she wanted him to do nothing but just be there for her. Spike accepted the commitment. Her hands rested on his chest then traveled to his broad shoulders and down the sides of his arms. She grabbed his hands and placed them over her breast as she began to ride him at a hungry pace. Buffy began to feel her orgasm rioting through her body.
"Ahnnnn" She licked her lips.
"Ahhhhannnnahhh" She closed and opened her eyes, staring into Spike's with a sensual stamp of approval.
"Ahnanhahandhannnnnhhanhhh" Her head tilted forward, backward and then remained there.
"Ahhaannahhhannhahahh ahahhahhh" She was coming and Spike was witnessing the power and beauty of woman before, during, and after completion while he pulsed cream colored I miss yous into her.
A/N: The song used in this story is titled "Cold" by Annie Lennox.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed the story. Please review
squawks
05/18/17 04:16 am
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
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Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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