As the cab pulled through the large iron gates of the estate, Spike sighed in annoyance. He wished he could tell the driver just to turn around and leave. He hated this. He hated having to come to some nancy boy cocktail party to meet some uptight head honcho just to get his book published.
This was all his agent Wesley’s idea. If he wanted to get his book published in the U.S., Angelus Publishing was his best shot. They had all but signed a lucrative two-book deal. The only obstacle remaining was to meet the man in charge.
So against his will, Spike was forced to fly to a city he despised, to socialize with a bunch of phony bastards. This was the only part of being a writer he hated. All he wanted was to be left alone, but in this business, as in most, it was all about who you know.
Wesley had warned him about Liam Angelus. He was the type of man who, if crossed not only ruined your career, but also took great pleasure destroying your life. Angelus was a powerful man, who was rumored to have ties in organized crime. Not exactly the type of man Spike was anxious to associated with, but he was an unknown in the U.S., so his options were limited.
Spike just had to get through this cocktail party. He was so close to his lifelong dream. For one night he could plaster a smile on his face and feign interest in meeting Angelus.
Casual get together my arse, Spike thought walking through the huge double doors. Waiters bustled around carrying trays of champaign and hors d’oeuvres, as stuffy, old, big-wigs huddled in circles planning their next big take over.
Quickly scanning the room, his eyes stopped at the bar. Well now, maybe this party won’t be so bad after all, Spike thought, noticing the delicious blond at the bar.
She stared directly at him as she lifted an olive out of her martini and brought it up to her mouth. Her pink tongue flicked out to capture it and slowly drag it between her full, painted lips.
Spike’s cock jumped immediately at her shameless taunting. He couldn’t help but smirk when she leaned back on the bar, almost daring him to approach her. Deciding play her little game, he turned and headed to the other bar on the far side of the room.
After ordering a jack and coke, he turned back toward the mysterious vixen. He chuckled when he noticed her small pout. Spike never had a problem with the ladies. His only dilemma was finding one who held his interest. He didn’t remember ever being so immediately aroused by a woman. She was just a slip of a girl, with a mane of soft blond curls that fell to her shoulders. She had a mischief in her eyes that intrigued him. She’s a little spitfire, Spike thought, raising his glass to toast her.
She smiled lifting her glass, returning his toast. After finishing her martini, she turned and walked through the large glass doors and out to the patio.
Spike’s smile immediately faded. Was she leaving, he wondered. He knew he should be looking for Angelus, but the night was young. The thought of taking this beauty back to his hotel room after the meeting was just too tempting. Finishing his drink, he stalked out the door after her.
As he walked out onto the patio, Spike caught a glimpse of her walking down a long stone pathway. His cock hardened as he watched her rounded bottom sway in her tight fitting dress.
He followed her down the path reminding himself that he had to make this quick. He would talk to her, get her number, then call her after the meeting to join him for a drink in his hotel room.
As Spike rounded the corner, he noticed the large lagoon style swimming pool. Not seeing the blond, he stepped further into the courtyard.
“What took you so long?” he heard a voice suddenly behind him.
He smirked turning towards her, but before he could say a word, she grabbed the back of his neck and smashed her lips against his.
Spike moaned against her mouth as she pressed her body against his. When he felt her tongue plunge into his mouth, Spike reached around to grasp her rounded globes pressing her into his erection. The blond whimpered wrapping a muscular thigh around his, grinding her damp center against him.
As their tongues battled for dominance the vixen continued to rubbing her hot little pussy on his staining erection. Knowing if he didn’t do something now, he would fuck the bird right here on the pavement, Spike broke the kiss.
“Listen kitten, don’t think for a second I’m not enjoying this...” His words were cut off when she attacked his lips again.
“Fuck baby…you’re killing me here…I don’t even know your name.” he panted between kisses.
She pulled back suddenly with fire in her eyes. “Does it really matter?” she challenged.
Spike chuckled “I just want to make sure you’ll respect me in the morning,”” he smirked tucking his tongue behind his teeth.
The blond took his hand, pulling him over to a long row of chairs. She pushed his chest causing him to fall back onto a large fluffy chaise lounge.
A feline smile curved her lips. “How about instead of respecting you in the morning, I fuck your brains out tonight?”
For one of the first times in his life, Spike was speechless. He reclined on the chaise mesmerized as she pulled her thin, black dress over her head and draped it across the adjacent chair. She stood before him like a goddess, wearing nothing but a lacy, black thong and her strappy high heal shoes.
Her body was perfect. Tanned and muscular yet curved and soft in all the right places. Seeing the vision before him, the last of his resolve crumbled. Spike reached out, grabbing her hand and pulled her on abruptly top of him.
There movement became frenzied. His hands traveling quickly over her body wanting to touch every inch of her golden skin. He felt her small hands roughly wrench his shirt up and over his head. Spike leaned forward tugging at her pert nipple with his teeth as he ripped her thong off. The blond squealed in delight, grinding her dripping pussy against his clothed, straining cock.
She began fumbling with his belt, desperately trying to free his erection. Her hurried, frantic attempts finally paid off. As soon as his cock sprang free, the minx lifted her hips and slammed herself down onto it.
They both stilled, moaning at the sensation as her tight pussy stretched to accommodate his considerable size. Lifting herself up, she once again crashed back down on his dick. Growling, Spike grasped her hips and thrust up into her, causing her head to fall back in ecstasy. There pace became frenzied as she bounced on his cock raking her nails down his chest.
Spike’s grip on her hips was bruising as he continued driving up, hitting her continuously hard and deep. The party, the meeting all faded away. His thoughts instead were consumed by the woman above him. Her smell, her soft skin and the tight heat surrounding his cock as they raced toward nirvana.
“So hot…so fucking tight,” Spike grunted scraping his teeth against her nipple.
The blonde’s thighs began trembling as she bucked wildly, almost painfully, on his dick. Her pussy clamped down, as her first orgasm pulsed through her. Pulling her down, Spike attacked her mouth just as she screamed out her climax. Spike continued thrusting up into her as her body quivered with aftershocks.
“Come for me again, kitten,” Spike commanded snaking his nimble fingers between their bodies to stroke her swollen clit.
He brought his mouth back to her nipples, licking and gently biting the rosy buds as he continued pinching and stroking her nubbin.
“Oh fuck…Oh God! I’m coming,” she cried out biting down into his shoulder.
The combination of her tight pussy contracting his cock, drenching him with her juices and the pain of her teeth in his shoulder sent him spiraling over the edge. Spike buried his face in her neck as he shot his load deep inside of her.
She continued to slowly move on him as they rode out their orgasms. Placing her forehead against his, she smiled “My name is Buffy.”
He chuckled “I’m Spike,” he panted, his hands still firmly on her hips.
“Yes…you are,” she smiled as she extracted herself from his embrace.
Buffy handed him his discarded clothes then motioned for him to turn around.
“You’re kidding! Now you’re shy?” He smirked.
“Do you mind?” She asked smiling coyly.
Shrugging he turned around still laughing as he attempted to redress himself.
“Is it safe to turn around yet?” He teased.
Silence.
When he turned around, the blond was gone.
Spike walked back to the mansion dazed. He wanted to look for her but he knew he couldn’t. If he didn’t meet with Angelus soon, he could ruin the whole deal.
Entering the hall he was approached by nervous looking man, “are you William Radcliffe?”
“Thas’ me,” Spike smirked.
“Hi, I’m Andrew, Mr. Angelus is waiting for you. Right this way.”
The small man hurried past Spike directing him to a long hallway where a small group of men were convened. A large beefy man approached Spike with a scowl. One night, you can do it! Just kiss ass for one night, he reminded himself.
“You Radcliffe?” he sneered.
“Yes, William Radcliffe, you must be Mr. Angelus.” Spike smiled, gritting his teeth as he offered his hand.
“I’m a busy man Mr. Radcliffe,” Angelus informed him.
“I understand that and I really appreciate you taking the time to meet with me.”” Spike stated.
“Yes, well I like to see how my money is being spent. I hear your writing is pretty good.”
“You hear?” Spike asked.
“Yes, the publishing company is such a small part of my business, I don’t have time to deal with the day to day nonsense.” Angelus chuckled leading him through a large set of mahogany doors.
“My wife will be your contact, she is a fan of your writing. Come on, I want you to meet her.” He stated walking toward a small group of people.
Following him to the center of the room Spike called out nervously “Oh, okay. That sounds like a great idea. I’m always pleased to meet a fan.”
Angelus stepped aside allowing the small woman beside him to step forward.
It was her. Buffy. Spike’s eyes widened.
“Oh, no Mr. Radcliffe pleasure’s all mine,” she purred offering him her small hand.
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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
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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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