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So here's the next chapter to this story. I apologize for the long delay. Unfortunately I haven't gotten much time lately.
Thank you for reading and for all the reviews.
The first morning of filming passed without a hitch. Although Buffy assumed that the lack of hindrance was mostly because one cast member was still conspicuously absent.
Trust Spike Pryce to think that special rules applied to him and that he had leave to roll up later than everyone else.
It was irrelevant that he didn’t have any scheduled scenes until later on in the day.
However, Buffy knew that it was only a matter of time before her obnoxious nemesis arrived, and she was dreading seeing him.
When filming had wrapped up for the morning, she had wanted to head straight to her dressing room, mostly in case Spike appeared, but Giles had persuaded her to stay and mingle with the other members of the cast.
However, that had mostly consisted of her standing alone by the buffet table, ignoring the whispers of the cast and crew. Buffy couldn’t help but feel that those whispers were about her, especially teamed with the sly looks that several people were shooting at her.
She hoped she was just imagining it, but having spent the best part of her life as gossip fodder for the masses, she doubted that it was only her overactive imagination.
She suppressed her paranoia and picked up a cheese sandwich, biting into the semi-stale bread daintily.
Unfortunately, a familiar voice reverberating from the hallway almost made her choke on her mouthful.
Of course she would hear him before she saw him.
The booming baritone of his coarse laughter preceded his less than modest entrance.
Buffy stared at him from underneath a mane of blonde curls, trying to clandestinely study him.
His hair was still the same shocking shade of white as when she last saw him and apparently he hadn’t progressed from the 1970’s punk look that had been his signature during his entire porn career.
The man was full of swagger, his long leather coat billowing behind him as he arrogantly strutted along.
Buffy wasn’t surprised to see him with a vapid looking blonde girl hanging off of one of his arms, and the show’s producer, Lilah, already fawning over him with dainty laughs and saccharine smiles.
Ugh she hated everything about that man.
He was the epitome of everything that she loathed. He was cocky, rude and, in her opinion, talentless.
Why couldn’t anyone else see that?
Buffy believed that anyone could make money by taking their clothes off and behaving like an animal. It surely wasn’t an indication of true talent.
It was soulless and wrong.
Trying to make herself a little more inconspicuous she turned away from him, absently playing with a bowl of nuts that was laid out on the buffet table behind her.
She prayed to the Powers That Be that Spike would just be content to only interact with her during the scenes they had to endure together.
Of course, in her life the Powers were usually less than kind and this was no exception.
Buffy winced when she heard the heavy tread of a pair of clomping boots behind her and her whole body tensed. She could smell his familiar cologne clogging her nostrils and swallowed hard at the memories that it raised.
“Well, well, well.” Spike laughed. “If it isn’t Miss Priss, Buffy Summers. And she’s got curls, like a piglet.”
“Go away, Spike.” She sighed, without even looking over her shoulder at him.
“I don’t think I will go away, pet. Got a bloody brilliant view from where I’m standing right now.”
She didn’t have to look at him to know that he was leering at her ass, and she felt a tide of anger well up inside her.
The blonde whirled around and shot him one of her most menacing glares, her fists clenched at her sides and her posture as rigid as could be.
“What? Not pleased to see me?” he asked with faux innocence, tilting his head questioningly.
“I wish I could say it’s nice to see you, Spike. But I always say honesty is the best policy. So I’m not gonna lie.”
The peroxide blond didn’t seem particularly offended, judging by the smirk that was pasted on his face.
“Shouldn’t expect much less from you, Summers. Always been an Ice Queen.” Spike drawled smugly in his low British tones.
“You don’t even know me, Spike. You think you do, but you don’t. We don’t live in the same kind of world.”
“You’re right, pet. In my world, the women are always a lot less frigid and lot more eager to bloody well spread for me.”
She wrinkled her nose in distaste.
“Ugh, you’re such a pig! I pity any woman who has the misfortune to...spread anything for you.”
He laughed raucously again, drawing the attention from a few crew members standing nearby.
“Oh, love, don’t feel bad for them. They may be ‘one use only’ kinds of birds but I take them to the most unimaginable heights of pleasure before I dump them. I make them bloody soar. If you knew the things I can do with my tongue….”
“I don’t ever want to know. I don’t want to…”
Before she realized what was happening, Spike was pressing himself against her, trapping her against the buffet table and reaching behind her body. She felt all the air leave her body in a heavy puff.
As he pushed himself roughly against her, she didn’t even want to think about what the hard thing pressing into her side could be.
Buffy squealed with indignation, ignoring the way that her breathing quickened but frowned in confusion when Spike took a step back immediately and opened his hand to reveal a handful of mixed nuts.
“Sorry, love.” He chuckled, popping a nut into his mouth and moaning obscenely at the taste. “I was feeling a little peckish and that bowl of nuts behind you just looked too good to resist. If you happen to get hungry then you can feel free to eat my nuts too.”
It took Buffy a moment to figure out the double entendre but as soon as the meaning hit her the young woman flushed a deep shade of crimson and pierced him with another scathing glare.
“I would never, ever touch your nuts, Spike.” Buffy hissed.
He leaned down, close to her ear and she shivered involuntarily when she felt his hot moist breath on her neck.
“Came close once though, didn’t you?” He murmured softly.
She could feel his smile against her skin, and shoved him away angrily, sending the overconfident man sprawling to the ground.
The commotion drew the attention of Lindsey, who came jogging over to the scene with a worried look on his face.
“What’s going on?” He asked Buffy, clearly trying to rein in his concern.
“Your leading actor is a pig and an asshole. That’s what’s going on!” She yelled at Lindsey, knowing she was acting like a first-class diva, but failing to care anymore.
Spike clambered to his feet while trying to fend off the attentions of the vapid looking blonde girl that Buffy had noticed with him earlier. Miss Vapid had rushed over from where she had been shamelessly flirting with a dark haired male model type and wrapped herself around Spike like a Boa constrictor when she saw him fall. Buffy ignored the feeling of chagrin that struck her when she saw the other girl all over Spike like a rash.
“Oi!” Spike protested, irritated at Buffy’s words. “You’re the bloody psycho-bitch who attacked me, Summers!”
“You were in my space!” Buffy screamed, furiously gesturing at him with wildly waving arms.
Vapid-Blonde was still draping herself over Spike, and glaring at Buffy which only served to inflame her fury. Apparently Spike wasn’t in the mood for his companion’s amorous behavior either.
“Would you bloody well get off me, Harm!” He yelled at her, tugging his shoulder from her embrace.
“Classic Spike!” Buffy exclaimed gesturing to the other girl. “No respect for women at all.”
Spike shot her a look of astonishment at her defense of his current squeeze.
“Bloody hell! You women are all nutters, ganging up on a poor bloke like me.”
“Come on now.” Lindsey said nervously, trying to calm the situation. He really didn’t want the drama of his two lead actors feuding on the first day of filming together.
Apparently neither of the two blondes was even aware that he, or anyone else, was in the room as they stood toe to toe, nose to nose, and engaged in a mammoth slanging match.
“Don’t come near me, Pryce.” Buffy said with disgust, even as their faces were almost touching.
“Yeah because you never want anyone ‘in your space’, do you Summers? That’s half of your sodding problem. You’re cold and dead inside, bitch.”
“At least I’m not a dirty man-whore who drops my pants for the camera because I have zero talent to actually be a real actor.”
“Real actor?” Spike scoffed. “You’re riding on the coattails of the fame you achieved as an irritating pouting little kid.”
“I know more about acting than a…wannabe like you will ever know!”
“Yeah, because your acting talent is the real reason that men like you!” His laugh was steeped with sarcasm. “I’m sure it’s got sod-all to do with your banging bloody body.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Buffy stamped her foot, affronted and placed her hands on her hips.
She didn’t even realize that he had actually paid her a backhanded compliment. And Spike didn’t quite realize that he was walking a fine line now.
“I know you love to play the dumb blonde but surely even you can deduce that one, love. Men don’t come to watch your bloody movies or your sickly sweet television appearances for your high caliber of acting. They come because they want to ogle that sexy little bod of yours.”
“That’s not true! That is a…a vicious lie!”
“Deny it all you want, Summers. But men all over the world fantasize about you dropping your knickers for them so they can get a taste of what’s underneath. And you, pet, are happy to show off most of your bits on the silver screen from what I’ve seen.” He gave her a mocking look of sympathy. “Pity they don’t know that when it comes to the sodding crunch your goodies are bloody well dried up.”
She fumed with humiliation and hurt at his words.
How dare Spike Pryce, the king of bad, cheesy pornos, tell her that she was dried up!
Losing her temper once and for all, she cocked her fist back and let it fly toward Spike’s face.
Unfortunately for her, he ducked at that exact moment and instead of hitting him, her fist went sailing right into the cheek of the man that was just walking up behind him.
The crowd of cast and crew members watching the spectacle gasped collectively when they saw an older gray-haired man on the receiving end of the punch that had been intended for Spike.
“Oh my god, Giles!” Buffy cried out when she saw her manager fall to the ground, pain blooming in his cheek.
She rushed to his side and helped him climb to his feet, all the while showering him with apologies.
Giles dusted himself off and assured her that there was no permanent damage done, although he was gently massaging his abused cheekbone with shaky fingers.
“Really Buffy, I’m quite alright. You needn’t fuss over me, dear.” Giles told her, laying a calming hand on her shoulder and giving her a reassuring smile. “Although, I must say, you are rather deceptively strong.”
She looked stricken and he took pity on his surrogate daughter.
“It’s just a bruise, Buffy. Please don’t worry. Just do calm down.”
However, her veins were still bubbling with anger and she whipped around to face Spike once again. It incited her when she saw that he was smirking, like the cat that got the proverbial cream.
Not that he would ever get any cream from her.
“This is all your fault.” Buffy hissed through tightly gritted teeth.
“Seems like you were the one who tried to attack me, Princess. Don’t go blaming me for your barmy actions. Not my bleeding fault that I make you…lose control.” He flashed her his most perverted leer and lowered his voice to a sensual drawl as he trailed off.
Buffy dampened down a shudder inside of her belly. She reminded herself that she hated this man, and everything that he represented.
It didn’t matter that he was aesthetically pleasing, because on the inside he was rotten, like overripe fruit.
Flicking her hair behind her shoulder, she raised her chin up in defiance. However, she just wanted to get away from him before she lost control of herself again.
Why was he the only one in the whole world who was able to annoy her so much?
“This isn’t over!” Buffy warned before striding away, leaving Spike to gawk at her little round ass.
Tilting his head, he smiled a knowing smile.
The crowd rapidly dissipated now that the drama was over.
“Uh, could I get some ice?” Giles asked no one in particular, gingerly cupping his cheek.
His plea went unheard.
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