Chapter One
Buffy Anne Summers sat in front of her desk at the Rayne and Finn Law Office of Sunnydale, California, looking over the work she needed to complete before starting her vacation tomorrow. She had started working at the firm as a paralegal and receptionist right after graduation from college.
The senior partner, Mr. Aaron Finn’s, wife, Martha, had been one of her mother's best friends. Buffy was sure that was what gave her the edge over the other more experienced applicants. She was positive that Martha's friendship with her mother had influenced the decision in hiring her.
Currently she was waiting for her short-term replacement to return from lunch so they could go over a few more things. This was going to be her first real vacation since her father had moved out when she was fourteen years old. She and Willow had booked an eight-day cruise to the Western Caribbean six months ago, and tomorrow, they would set sail.
They had been saving since college graduation two years ago so that they could go on this dream vacation. She and Willow had planned to do this since senior year of high school, and she had put her graduation money in a savings account to save for the exotic trip.
Her father had been nothing but a source of income since he'd divorced not only her mother, but Buffy as well. She could count on one hand the times she spent with her father between him leaving and her turning sixteen. After her sixteenth birthday, the cards came on her birthday by mail with the large amount of cash that she considered guilt money; no more face-to-face birthday wishes.
Then two years ago, they stopped. The last contact she had with her father, Hank Summers, was when he sent her a check celebrating her graduation from Sunnydale University, thus severing all ties with her.
She had finished her pre-law with high honors. However, she found she was unable to continue on to law school. Her mother's tragic death, a few weeks before her graduation, took away her means to afford it, along with the spirit she needed to continue. They had spent the night before talking about different law schools she would love to attend; how she was going to work hard at being the best prosecutor Sunnydale ever had.
Then her world fell apart when she had come home to find her mother's lifeless body on the couch. A large blood vessel in her brain had burst, causing her to die suddenly, and painlessly, or so the doctor told her. All she could remember was the blank look that had been on her mother's face, as she was sprawled on the living room couch. Her eyes were wide open, like a doll's, just staring into nothing, like no one was home.
If it had not been for Willow and her parents, Ira and Shelia, she would never have made it through the last few weeks of school with finals and graduation. Martha Finn had stepped in at that time and had Buffy interview with her husband's law firm. Buffy was sure she would never get the job, and was pleasantly surprised when Aaron Finn had offered it to her. She was sure they had plans concerning her and their son, Riley, getting together, and they still tried to play matchmaker occasionally.
To this day Buffy avoided dating, having had a bad experience in college. Between Parker Abrams, her most notorious college mistake, and her father’s history of cheating, she had been left with the impression that men were primarily interested in their own selfish needs and desires. In other words, men were not to be trusted.
Willow and a few other friends had tried to get her to go on a few blind dates, but failed to get her to agree. Riley had tried to get her to go to dinner a few times; just the two of them. He came to accept she would only go out with him as a friend.
She, to this day, could not believe she had almost gone all the way with Parker. The timing of her looking off to her left and noticing the camera is all that saved her from being deeply humiliated beyond repair.
"Parker, why is the video camera's red light on?" she asked, having noticed the camera on the shelf facing them.
"Baby, don't worry about any lights, let me make you forget all that," Parker whispered as he slipped his fingers between her legs and traced the outside of her panties.
"But doesn't that mean the camera's on?" Buffy asked as she moved up in the bed away from his hand.
"It just means that the battery is charging," explained Parker dismissively as he reached for her again.
Suddenly she wasn't feeling comfortable with the situation at hand. She quickly pushed his hands away from her, getting out of the bed and walking over toward the camera sitting up on the shelf.
When she made it to the camera, she stopped and looked back at the bed, realizing that the angle was just perfect. Her anxiety level started to rise as she looked down at herself, seeing she was only in her red lacy bra and matching thong. Then she remembered he made a big deal about undressing in and around the bed.
She heard a humming like noise coming from the video camera, telling her it had been taping them while they were on the bed about to have sex. She looked closer and noticed a wire leading from the camera to his computer.
"Oh my God!" she yelled as she picked up the camera and took out the tape. She then threw the camera against the wall above the head of the bed. "You dirty perverted bastard!" she continued to scream as tears flowed down her face. She grabbed her clothes and quickly dressed. "If I find anything from tonight anywhere on the Internet I will kill you." She moved toward Parker and slapped his face.
"Buffy, it's only a private taping of us. I wanted it to be special, something for us to remember," Parker said in his charming, caring voice that she now figured out was pretentious.
"What! You think just because I’m blond and almost let you screw me that I'm going to believe your lies now?" She rolled her eyes as she moved toward the computer and turned on the monitor screen, having noticed the computer power light was on.
She used the wireless mouse, found the folder she was looking for, and deleted the file with her name on it. Noticing that other files had other girls' names made her so angry she wanted to pick up the computer and throw it at his head. Instead, she pushed the computer over and opened it. She used a screwdriver she noticed on the desk and removed the hard drive.
"Buffy, I need that," Parker said as he stood up from the bed.
"When I have what I want deleted off of it, I’ll give it back," Buffy replied. "I will not erase anything that seems to be school related, even though I should."
"Buffy, I swear I wasn't going to do anything bad with it."
"So help me God, Parker, if I even get a hint that you told anyone more than what really happened here tonight, I will take you in front of the Dean," she promised, pointing to her purse where the video tape was. "I think my evidence, asking about the light and you saying 'oh baby let me help you forget about it', will tell the Dean all he needs to know, don't you?"
Buffy then walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Once she found herself outside, she ran so hard and so fast that she almost fainted when she found herself back inside her own dorm room. She was so thankful Kathy, her roommate, had left for the weekend.
He had never given her reason to suspect him of any wrongdoing on his part since that night. She was so upset that she never had gone to the Dean. She was sure, since he was their number one academic wizard, nothing would have happened and she, in the end, would have suffered. She did still have the video in a safe deposit box at the bank.
"Buffy, it’s for you." Buffy shook herself out of her private little day mare once she noticed Connie, the temporary secretary, had come back in the office from her lunch break. She thanked God that Parker listened to reason that night and kept his mouth shut. She had erased his hard drive completely before giving it back to him.
Buffy thanked her and picked up the phone, wondering who was calling her. "This is Buffy Summers, how may I help you?"
"My, so professional for a soon to be vay kay girl," Willow giggled.
"Hey, Willow. Yes, I'm so ready to be Miss Relaxed with nothing to do but soak up the sunshine," Buffy laughed. "So, are you all packed?"
"Nope, just a few ‘I can't decide if I would wear them if I took them’ items.” The redhead snorted, "Not sure if I want 'just here to rest and enjoy' clothes, or 'hi, I'm available for a week of sun and romance’ seductive outfits."
"I'm going with the ‘here to rest and enjoy myself’ outerwear," Buffy snorted. "No week of romance for me."
"Come on, Buffy, you need to relax and date," Willow said.
"Dating and Buffy are unmixy things." Buffy looked over to see if Connie was filing the depositions correctly.
"Buffy, not all the men in the world are like Parker and your father," Willow replied.
"I know, but so far no man has interested me enough to want to go out with him. It's not like there is a time limit on me settling down to have kids. You know I can't, so what's the big rush?" Buffy explained.
She decided that the ideal marriage with husband, house, two-car garage and 2.5 kids was never going to be her dream come true. Since her future of becoming a true birth mother would never happen. This kind of thinking caused her to push any thought of finding Mr. Right out of her brain
"'Cause I don't want you to be alone," Willow said, worried about her best friend and her belief that not being able to have babies would keep her from having a family some day.
"I'm not going to end up alone, I'm only twenty-four years old, it's not like I'm an old maid or something." Buffy groaned, not wanting to talk about her lack of a love life right now in front of a stranger.
"I know, but I just want you to find a nice guy who will treat you like you deserve to be treated is all," Willow told her, feeling Buffy needed that extra push to get out and meet somebody, and not stay caught up in her little world of 'work, work, and more work'.
Willow hated that all Buffy did was work at the Law Office, and do side jobs for a few other lawyers in town on occasion. The girl also worked every other weekend bartending at the Bronze, trying to save up money to go back to school one day.
"Not all men are like Oz, you hit the jackpot there, Missy," Buffy giggled.
"Well, I can say I'm lucky to have him." Willow said in an overly pleasant voice that her best friend did not notice.
The last thing she needed was letting how her and Oz's relationship was not working out over-shadow their vacation, or Buffy's already tainted view of dating the opposite sex.
"Well, I had better get off the phone and get back to work if I want to head out early. Still have some things to pack before we head into LA tonight," Buffy reminded her friend. "Your dad is still going to drive us, right?"
"Yep, he is. Oz has a gig tonight," Willow replied. "That was a good idea the travel agent had about us staying the night before in the airport hotel with the flight being so early and all."
"Yep, plus we can use the hot tub and just relax and prepare for our first plane trip," Buffy laughed as she heard her friend squeak.
"Buffy, so not nice, you know how I feel about flying," Willow complained as she shuddered to think about being so far up in to the sky and maybe having plane trouble.
Buffy, feeling bad about her comment, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry Wills. I don't like it either and thought if I made fun about it that at least we could laugh instead of cry."
"I know, well I had better go. I need to finish packing, my 'rest and enjoy' clothes, and put away that line of seductive romantic wear that I don't even own." Willow laughed as she looked at her suitcases all packed and ready to go.
"Okay, I will be ready to leave at six p.m. on the dot, I will see you then," Buffy told her best friend before she hung up the phone and watched as Connie managed the work as if she had been there a year instead of just a few days.
"Connie, I think I will be able to enjoy my vacation and not worry about coming back to a complicated mess," Buffy complimented the girl.
"Thanks, so you think I'm doing okay?" she asked shyly.
"Yep, I think you are doing a fab job. I might even come back and find myself out of a job if you keep it up," Buffy joked as she looked back at Ethan Rayne's office and wondered if he would let her leave a little early today. "Connie, do you think you really need me here, or do you think I can see if I can blow this pop stand early?"
Connie looked over and smiled at the girl who was maybe a few years younger then her. "Go for it. I think I can handle it from here, and if not Mr. Finn or Mr. Rayne would surely help me out."
"Great, Mr. Finn will be back in on Monday, he had something to do with his son today," Buffy explained as she stood up and walked over to knock on Mr. Rayne's door.
"Come in," she heard him say.
"Hi, Mr. Rayne, I was wondering if I could leave early today. Connie has really picked up on things nicely and I could use the time to finish packing," Buffy asked as she smiled at the man, even if he did make her uncomfortable most of the time.
"Sure, Miss Summers, I don't see a problem with it, I trust you when you say that Connie is competent enough to handle the job," Ethan replied as he smiled at the beauty that was standing in front of him. "Have a marvelous time."
Buffy again smiled shyly; the man just made her feel like he was undressing her with his eyes. "Thanks, again," she said as she shut the door and returned to her desk to retrieve her items.
"Okay, my home number is in the rolodex if you have any questions before you leave for the day," she explained to her temporary replacement.
"Great, thanks for being so helpful, not everyone is with the temporary help, you know," Connie smiled up at her.
"Hey, my mom always said to treat people the way you would want to be treated," Buffy replied as she turned and left the office.
Neither woman noticed the office door crack open and Ethan watch with lust in his eyes as the blonde secretary left the office, his eyes watching the sway of her hips, licking his lips and wondering to himself what she would taste like when she came into his mouth, screaming his name.
He quietly shut the door and gently adjusted the slight bulge in his pants as he returned to his desk. "Things will change when you get back, my sweet Buffy," he thought to himself right before the phone ringing disturbed the little fantasy that had started to play in his head.
He repositioned himself as he sat in the chair to help ease the discomfort he was having between his legs. He cleared his throat before answering. "Ethan Rayne, how may I help you?"
"I was wondering if you'd be home on time for dinner tonight." His wife Sandra asked over the phone.
"Yes, my dear. I will be," he answered, knowing the incentive that kept him away from his family was going to be gone for a full week.
'Guess I will have to find something to do, don't want to raise anyone's suspicions of going home on time while Buffy is away,' he thought to himself as his mind began to wander.
"Great, Marcus is bringing his girlfriend to meet us," his wife said with a sigh of relief as she explained the reason for her concern about him coming home. "I really think he is serious about this one."
"Then I will make it a point to be home on time and be on my best behavior." Ethan tried to put as much enthusiasm in his voice as he could without it sounding too false.
"I'm making your favorite, grilled salmon with baked cheese potato casserole and steamed asparagus just the way you like it," Sandra informed him, hoping he would be pleased she was thinking of him.
"That is wonderful. I will see you soon, my love," he told his wife before he hung up the phone, feeling some relief since his erection had slowly eased while talking to her.
*******
Connie looked forward to having this time to prove to the bosses she would be a better office assistant then the little Miss Blonde Twit that just left.
'I could work circles around her,' she thought to herself.
She noticed the interest that Mr. Rayne had in Buffy, and could see the hot lust in his eyes when he thought no one was watching him ogle the younger girl. The wedding ring he was wearing made her wonder if she just might be able to use it to her advantage later on down the road.
Connie reached and picked up the phone and called the salon she normally goes too. She smiled as she began to form a plan on how to seduce her boss, starting with a cut and color, to go with her green eyes.
*******
Spike finished packing, remembering to pack a couple of formal dinner suits and some casual dinner wear. The rest was summer clothes, and that really didn’t consist of more than shorts, tee shirts, swimwear, and a couple of pairs of light khaki pants for island trips with a few shirts that would dress them up a bit.
"Bloody hell," he swore when he noticed Harmony glaring at him from the bedroom door through the mirror on the dresser. He cursed himself for leaving the door unlocked, since she didn't have a key.
"Don't bloody whatever me, Blondie Bear," she said as she stood in the bedroom door with her hands on her hips. "I don't see why you have to go," she pouted.
"Everyone has to go, it's in our contract. Harm, we've already been through this," he rolled his eyes wishing he were already gone as he turned to close the suitcase. "Please stop with the 'Blondie Bear'."
"But you are my Blondie cuddly bear." she said, giving him her lost puppy dog look.
"Why can't I come?"
"You said you didn't want to, now it's too late to change your mind," he reminded her calmly, deciding not to try anymore to get her to understand he hated her little nickname for him. "Something about commitments and parties you had to attend and some other rot."
"You have pull, Spikey. You can make them take me," she purred as she seductively started to walk toward him.
"Stop right there, no time for hanky panky, gotta get movin', have to be at the hotel at six sharp, and it's already five, so gotta run as it is." Spike closed the suitcase and moved it off the bed, between him and the praying mantis.
'As irritating as a parrot on crack,' he thought as he tried to keep his anger in check at her audacity to think he would do something like that.
"I'm not going to make them do anythin', I'm not Angel and don't play the 'I'm a star' gig like he does. Not my style, Pet, and you know it." He grabbed the handle of his suitcase with wheels and walked over and grabbed his garment bag as he turned and looked at her. "Honestly, Harm, you've been around me long enough to know how I operate."
"So, you go on this cruise with all these women offering you anything your little heart desires and you think I'm going to believe you are not slipping one of them the big one?" Harmony stood with her arms across her chest and her left eyebrow arched, daring him to call her a liar.
Spike knew then things would change when he got back. The one thing he never did was cheat on his partner when they were an item. She should have known better than that, but it would seem she didn't know him at all. "Call you later," was all he said as he walked past her.
"I could at least stay with you at the hotel," she whined.
"Not unless you not only want to share a bed with me, but the room with me and Wesley," Spike snorted. "Remember, you chose not to come, so Wes and I decided to get a room at the hotel together. Deal with it, Harm, and I will see you when I get back. Now see yourself out."
"Don't I even get a kiss?" Her face softened as she moved toward him.
"Door's that a way." He stepped back and directed her toward the door with his eyes. "Good bye," he said as he quickly pecked her on the cheek.
He found he was too pissed off right now at her to think about giving her a proper kiss, let alone anything else. 'One telltale sign the honeymoon is over,' he thought as he watched her storm out of the bedroom.
"God, she pissed me off thinkin' I would sleep around on her," he muttered. He figured he'd give her some time to cool off, and himself as well, before calling her tonight from the hotel.
Spike picked up his things and carried them over to his car. A limo was picking him, Wesley, Xander, and Anya up at Wesley's apartment and taking them to the airport hotel at 5:30. They had rooms reserved since they had such early flights in the morning.
*******
Meanwhile, in her car, Harmony reached down and pressed one on her cell phone. She hoped he would be home and would be up for a little visit and play time.
"Hey, gorgeous," the deep male voice purred over the speaker portion of the phone, having recognized her number on his caller ID.
"Do you have time for a quickie before you have to leave?" she asked him, her frustration noticeable in her voice.
"Ah, Blondie Bear not up to the job, baby?" he asked. "Then I guess you should come over and let Daddy take care of your special needs, sweetness."
"I knew I could count on you, Angel," she sighed, feeling her panties getting wet just thinking about how special her needs were right now, and how he was the right man for the job. "Be there in a jiffy, Daddy."
"I'll be waiting and ready."
Angel's seductive whisper made her moan right before she hit the disconnect button on her cell phone.
"Oh, Spike, score one more for the man! The man you wish you could be." Angel smiled, as he made sure everything was ready to go so he could fuck the girl and leave. Then sometime during the cruise, he would make sure ole' blue eyes found out about his loving little blonde whore of a girlfriend.
*******
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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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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10/06/16 08:34 am
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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
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!