Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own nothing.
Buffy walked into the hair salon, taking a seat. She was fifteen minutes early for her regular 2:00PM appointment with Angel, her handsome but sadly gay hair stylist. Once a month she had Angle work his magic on her blonde locks and as always he had her looking like a movie star when she left. He was finishing up on the lady she was after, waving to get his attention. He acknowledged her with a smile.
To kill time, Buffy picked up a Cosmo magazine. She almost laughed out loud when she came across an articled titled "I'm A Recycled Virgin". It turns out a recycled virgin is a person who was sexually active but then decided to abstain from sex until they find the right person to share themselves with. Buffy couldn't understand why anyone could stop having sex after already having a taste of it. Her opinion of those people was simple. They weren't having very good sex but then again neither was she. The last time she got laid was three months ago well at least not by a man and the only thing her fingers were good for was to take the edge off. She continued reading the article until a loud scream interrupted her. Looking up from her magazine, she saw Angel holding his hand. She rushed over to him.
"Let me take a look at it."
"Oh my God, I know its horrible isn't it. I can't look." Angel turned his head away with tears in his eyes.
Buffy removed his hand that was covered the wound. Angel had accidentally cut into the skin between his index and middle finger. It didn't appear he needed stitches but the cut was going to hurt like hell for a while.
"It's just a little blood. All you need to do is put some ointment on it and a band-aid. It should heal in a couple of days."
"Oh God I can't look."
"Really Angel it isn't that bad."
The tall dark and gay brunette had taken one look at his hand and in his best drama queen performance, fainted. The half-giggling women surrounding him parted like the red sea. There was no way they were even going to attempt to hold him up. Angel wasn't a small guy and no one wanted to risk injury trying to sustain his balance. Buffy dropped to her knees, fanning him awake with her magazine. When Angel came to, she helped him to his feet.
"Angel, honey, are you alright?"
"Yes, What happened?"
"You fainted, dear."
"God, I'm such a queen."
"Come on lets get this cut cleaned up so you can start on my hair."
"Oh no honey I can't. I'm too devastated right now. I need to go to a hospital and make sure there is no permanent damage."
"You're kidding, right. It's only a small cut. You're not going to die."
"Sorry Buffy but this is an emergency. I'll try to fit you in tomorrow, okay."
Angel grabbed his man purse, unplugged his curling irons and turned off his wax machine. He sprinted out the front door, leaving Buffy dumbfounded.
"Great, now who's going to do my hair?" She said out loud.
"I'll do it, luv"
Buffy's nipples perked at the sound of the sexy British accent. She turned in the direction the voice was coming from. At the end of the salon stood the yummiest blonde man on the planet. She smiled but stopped immediately when her gaydar alarm sounded off. She looked up to the heavens saying why does it have to be the great looking ones.
"Are you new? I've never seen you in here before." She asked.
"I started a week ago. I don't charge as much as Angel but I guarantee you will be satisfied when I'm done."
Buffy mouth dropped open. She knew he was probably talking about her hair but the way the words rolled off his tongue, she started to have other ideas.
The attractive blonde approached her. "Luv, luv ...did you hear me?"
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah sure." Buffy snapped out of her erotic daydream, placing her hand to her mouth, coughing nervously.
"What were you having done?"
"Oh I just want to fuc-...I mean I just want to get it trimmed and styled. The usual."
"Come then. Let's get your hair washed."
"You're going to do it."
"Why not? Thought I might give the shampoo girl a break. We're awfully busy and I'll make sure I share my tip with her."
"How do you know there's going to be a tip?"
"Because I know I'm that good." He had given Buffy a sexy smile while taking her hand to lead her to the shampooing area. For a brief second, Buffy could have sworn he was flirting with her but she shrugged it off, trusting her gaydar was right about him.
He tapped his hand on the leather chair, gesturing for Buffy to sit down. "Assume the position, luv."
Buffy smiled. The last time she heard those words she was on her hands and knees, preparing to take it from behind. She would never forget the guy she was with. He was blonde like this guy except not platinum. He had blue eyes just like him but they weren't as mattressy. He was taller than him but not by much. He had a muscular build like a basketball player but not as cut like the blonde guy. Unconsciously, Buffy she was checking out the sexy blonde's tight little body through his clothes. His black leather pants did his lower half much justice as signs of a big cock pushed against his zipper. The deep burgundy shirt he wore matched perfectly with his pale skin. It tightened a little across his chest and Buffy could tell he had definition. When he bent over to retrieve a smock for her, her head followed, tilting to the side to enjoy the view of his ass she knew had to be tight like the rest of him. At that moment, she wished she had x-ray vision. The word 'damn' slipped from her lips causing the handsome blonde to look over his shoulder.
He had caught her looking at his ass but he didn't mind. "What was that, luv?'
"Ahh, nothing." Buffy's was embarrassed, turning her head quickly towards a shelf of hair products, shifting and pulling the strap on her purse. She was sexually attracted to him. "Maybe this isn't a good idea." She turned to walk away.
He grabbed her by the hand. "Nonsense, you know you want me to. You might as well let me do you good and proper."
Buffy stood with her back still turned to him. She closed her eyes, trying to absorb the shivers that traveled from her hand throughout the rest of her body. After collecting herself, she turned to face him. His blue eyes widened then sparkled, giving her the once over. A betting woman would put her money down that he was talking about more than just a shampoo but Buffy didn't gamble so she blamed her horniness for assuming it was sexual innuendo. She removed her purse, sitting it on the floor.
The handsome blonde picked it up, admiring the nice leather. "Love the purse, pet. It's fabulous. A purse this nice shouldn't be on the floor. He placed it on an empty chair beside them. He'd said the magic word, convincing Buffy he was definitely gay.
"Thank you. I bought it on sale at Macy's."
The attractive blonde placed the smock around Buffy's neck along with a small hand towel to make sure no water seeped down her back. He touched her shoulder. "Lean back luv and lets get you wet."
Buffy swallowed hard at his statement. She was already getting wet just not where she needed to be. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
"I'm ready"
He'd felt the petite blonde tense under his touch. He smiled, letting his hand move slowly over her shoulder before placing it on the faucet handle.
"I bet you are.'' He whispered under his breath.
Buffy's eyes shot open and moved from one direction to the other, wondering what he meant by that. She was about to ask until she felt his hands moving through her hair. Her eyes closed again and her mouth opened slowly like a drawbridge as his long fingers ran through her hair. It was oddly erotic. She couldn't believe she was thinking such a thing he was just washing her hair. Maybe it was the way he was moving his hands. He was very gently and taking his time. She wasn't use to it. When Angel washed her hair, his approach was more like scrubbing a dirty floor. She wondered if he was the same way in bed but quickly pushed the thought aside. He was gay and there was nothing she could do to change that. She decided to use the time wisely, closing her eyes to relax.
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The blonde man's hands moved through her hair in sensual strokes until he palmed the back of her head to pull her into a hungry kiss. It was wet and unrestrained. She liked to be kissed that way. It showed her how much he wanted her and she returned the kiss with equal intensity. She pressed her hands against his well-defined chest, letting her fingertips trace the hard lines in his flesh. His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders then to her breast. He'd taken his time massaging and caressing her them slowly. It felt good again to feel strong masculine hands touching her body. She was flushed with desire, feeling it steadily increase when he used the palm of his hands to stimulate her nipples. He trailed his hands further reaching the planes of her stomach then back to her breast again, giving more to her erect nipples. They were rock hard and straining against the lace of her bra indenting them with the pattern of the lace.
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The blonde hairdresser was happy his customer was relaxing. Most women did it but none looked as beautiful as she. He wondered if she looked that way in the morning. Right away he was attracted to her when she walked into the salon, hoping she was a walk-in. She wasn't a natural blonde but she should have been. Her hair was the perfect golden silk, shiny and healthy. He could tell she took very good care of it as he wondered what it would feel like in his hands. He was about to assist her until he noticed the exchange between her and Angel. It at least explained why her hair was in such good condition. Angel was an excellent hair artist, as he liked to be referred to and acted more like a woman than most of his own clients. He even hit on him a few times until the blonde man made it clear he was straight. He had been working in the salon for only a week as a trail period in which he was responsible for taking all the walk-ins so he could build his client base. Although he'd been there a short while he had built a list of ten women already. He continued to admire her beauty when it dawned on him he never told her his name.
"I forgot to tell you, luv. My name is Spike and thanks for giving me the chance to do you." He whispered in her ear.
The handsome blonde's hot breath caused Buffy's ear to twitched.
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He tasted her, running his tongue up, down and around her pussy like a lost tourist. His warm mouth upon her clit made her spread wider, causing the muscles in her legs to burn but it only added to her arousal. Her wetness increased with every lick both long and short and with every suck both hard and soft. Coming was her only priority as she felt her orgasm build, making eyes water from his tongue of fire.
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"Yes, Spike...oh yes".
Her response was almost orgasmic, turning Spike on. He massaged her scalp, using long fluid motions around the back of her head to the nape of her neck. He was falling in love with her hair, practically molesting it with his fingers. Some men liked breast and some men liked legs but Spike liked a woman's hair that why he became a hairdresser.
"You like that." He whispered in her ear while continuing his sensual handling of her golden locks.
"Oh God yes, Spike."
"You want me to keep doing it."
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, give it to me."
His brow furrowed. The petite blonde was really getting into it. He'd never had such a response from just washing someone hair. Spike increased the pressure to her scalp, starting with small circles then larger ones. He moved to the nape of her neck, using his thumps to move up the rest of her head until he reached her hairline. He rinsed out the shampoo then used apricot smelling conditioner to penetrate her golden locks.
"I'll be right back, luv." Spike walked to the front desk, checking to see if there were walk-ins waiting.
"No don't go. Don't leave me like this" Buffy whispered, gripping the arms of the chair but it wasn't until they started slipping off from the clamminess of her hands that Buffy had become aware of her surroundings. She opened her eyes, placing her hand on her chest. Her breathing was short and quick. Beads of sweat covered her brow and trickled from under her arms. The moisture between her legs had become a dam. She looked around; noticing what's his name was gone. She tried to think, snapping her fingers then she remembered his name was Spike. She walked into the bathroom, resting against the door to get her breathing under control. She splashed cold water on her face then looked in the mirror.
"Get it together, horndog." Buffy made her way back to the shampoo area. Spike was waiting for her.
"Is everything okay, luv?"
"Yeah, I just got a little hot."
"I need to finish you off so get back in this chair."
Buffy knew it was going to take every ounce of strength she had left not to get turned on again when Spike rinsed out the conditioner. His touch was too gentle, too sensual and out of this world erotic. She wondered if he was the same way in bed. He was the first gay guy she'd ever been attracted to well wasn't totally true. When she first visited the salon as a walk-in, she was attracted to Angel until he opened his mouth, making it very clear he was a queen and one hell of a hairdresser no hair artist.
Spike escorted Buffy to his chair placing his hand at the small of her back. When he realized where he'd placed it, he removed it quickly. Once she was seated, he placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. He meant for the gesture to be friendly.
"Are you ready?"
Buffy tensed when he placed his hands on her shoulders. She knew it was a comforting gesture but she was aroused by it. There was nothing that said gay by the way he squeezed her shoulders. In fact, it was a very masculine of him. She shifted in her seat, rubbing her legs together while she watched Spike in the mirror comb out her wet hair. He moved in front of her, placing his fingers on the sides of her head to hold her still then gently, he lifted her chin. Buffy eyed his crotch then closed her eyes so he wouldn't catch her.
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Before taking him fully in her mouth, she circled her tongue at the head then down what had to be at least nine inches of length. His cock was impressive thick-veined and throbbing. She grabbed his ass and arched her neck to push him in deeper so she could squeeze him on the way down. She gagged a little then moaned while he fucked her throat. She suctioned her cheeks, bobbing her head as her salvia wet the skin on his dick, her hand, and forearm then dripped to the floor from her elbow.
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Spike was checking out the evenness and angle of his cut from the front when he heard Buffy moan out loud several times as her head swayed.
"Buffy are you okay?" She opened her eyes, looking up. "Oh, yes I fine but I could use some water. My throats a little dry. Do you mind getting me some?" She asked, resting her hand on her throat. She watched him walk away as the words 'bad Buffy' chanted in her head.
"Here you go, one bottled water. Do you want anything else?" Spike opened his mouth and Buffy could see his tongue touch the roof of his mouth. She blinked, pulling her head back and thinking how sexy he looked when he did that. If he only knew how loaded that question sounded to her. She smiled. "I think I'm alright for now."
Spike circled Buffy like a predator, checking her hair from every angle. He looked into the mirror. Their eyes met and he found it hard to look away. They maintained the intense eye contact for several seconds until Spike broke the delicious tension.
"What do you think so far, luv?"
"Oh I'm loving it." Buffy sucked on her bottom lip. Spike didn't know she tended to do that a lot when she was aroused.
Spike dried her hair with the blow dryer, stepping in front of her again and bending. He was close, too close she thought. Buffy couldn't look him directly in the eyes anymore so she closed her eyes while he worked the curling iron through her hair.
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His tongue beckoned at the gate of her mouth. She opened, encircling it with hers. The kiss was hot and passionate to the point of consuming. He was an outstanding kisser knowing how to use just the right amount of tongue as he probed her mouth and the right amount of pressure as his soft lips pressed against hers. She was losing herself in the heated kiss, allowing it to take her breath away but she didn't care if it meant she would have to stop kissing him.
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"Buffy, Buffy"
"Huh?" Buffy licked her dry lips. She was a bit dazed, staring into the mirror but not really focusing. The pleasure side of her brain was still caught up in the moment.
"I'm done."
"Done" She whispered still licking her lips. She looked up at Spike who had a puzzled look on his face. She snapped out of her daze. "Oh done...yeah...right...done." Buffy checked her hair out in the mirror.
"I love it. How much do I owe you?"
"That will be one thirty."
"Man you are cheap. Angel would have charged me at least two hundred."
Buffy handed Spike one seventy, giving him a forty-dollar tip.
He smiled. "I glad you were satisfied."
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Sweat dripped on each other's bodies like warm rain as their pelvises met frenzied lust. His hands cupped her ass as he drove deeper, causing them both to moan like a pair of sluts. He fucked her hard and without mercy just like she wanted it. She was mesmerized by the sloshing sounds coming from her drenched pussy as his manhood invaded her while the slapping of his balls against her ass was just an added bonus. Their moans had grown louder until they were unable to tell where his began and hers ended. They were in ecstasy sedating each other's hunger until their cum streams filled the air and they collapsed in sweaty heap on the drenched mattress.
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"No, I think that's it. Thank you for taking me."
"My pleasure, luv. I hope we could do it again soon."
A/N: I want to dedicate this story to the person who nominated "Peeping Tom" on the Spuffy Awards. This smut's for you. :)
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the story. Please review. I need it.
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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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