The Floorshow
Written by: Sarah Aless
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Summary: Takes place a couple of days after my
previous fics, You Know You Want To and Give It Me Good Buffy. You
don't need to have read them really, all you need to know is that
Buffy has a LARGE kinky streak (almost as large as Spikes) and
discovered the joy of giving her control up to Spike. Response to
Kane's challenge at BTVS Kink.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss,
Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Feedback: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk
"Bloody hell" Spike muttered to himself "Soddin' town's always dead
on a Wednesday night. Buffy's always knackered too." Spike was one
frustrated vamp. As usual the only thing on his mind was shagging
Buffy but she'd put an embargo on Wednesday night sessions. She said
she was too tired! What was that all about he wondered. They'd only
been 'doing the deed' for a few weeks now but they'd been doing it a
lot. He'd introduced her to all manner of kinkiness and erotic
pleasure and the Slayer was just lapping it up. He briefly mused that
maybe their latest session had been too much for her. They'd been
heavy into the S&M, but she'd taken to it like a duck to water,
displaying a very submissive side that didn't surprise him in the
slightest.
He was so wrapped up in memories of Buffy playing the little slave
girl to perfection that he was wandering aimlessly. He suddenly found
himself, unsurprisingly, in the bar that he frequented whenever the
urge for a little kitten poker came upon him. Realising where he was
he decided that it was probably the most excitement he was going to
get tonight. He might as well see if the usual suspects were in the
back room and up for a game.
As he neared the room he heard a mixture of grunting, snorting and
what was technically laughter. Sounded like the boys were in and in
good spirits. "All right fellers," Spike said as he entered the room.
Suddenly the silence was deafening "What's so funny?" He asked, not
realising straight away that no-one was laughing anymore. "Err
nothing Spike" Clem offered quickly "here have a seat, I'll loan you
a kitten to start you off". Now Spike was suspicious, although Clem
was always nice to everyone he was being overly nice. Also, the other
demons at the table were all avoiding looking at him and looked like
they were desperately trying not to laugh. "What's so funny?" He said
in a more demanding tone.
"Your girlfriend," one of them burst out, barely containing his
laughter "the one you brought here, the Slayer."
"What about the Slayer?" Spike questioned his eyes narrowing and a
look settling on his face that promised severe pain if this jackass
of a demon didn't quit laughing and answer him. He knew the hilarity
the demons were displaying couldn't mean anything good for Buffy.
Generally the only delight demons found involving the Slayer was when
she was suffering in some way.
"Guess she's not as sweet on you as you are on her" the decidedly
suicidal demon continued, "I'm no expert on humans, but I figure if
the girl cared about you she wouldn't be off showing off her wares
like a whore. That's a real nice little Slayer you got there Spike,
really classy."
Spike was torn between demanding to know what the hell the demon
would know about class, ripping the demons head off for calling Buffy
a whore, and sheer curiosity regarding what in hell the guy was
talking about. His response was a mixture of the second and third
options. He lunged at the demon, catching his throat and pinning him
to the wall. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Spike demanded.
Clem pulled him off and took him to the doorway of the room where the
others wouldn't hear them. "Err...I guess money's a bit tight for
Buffy just now. She kinda quit her job Spike. She's working in that
new strip club down by the docks." Clem hammered out speed.
"Behind the bar though?" Spike questioned "Buffy wouldn't strip, she
must just work behind the bar. I know the Slayer, that's not her
style."
"Well..........actually Spike the boys just came back from
there...........they heard about it and couldn't resist going to see
if it was true. She's definitely stripping Spike. Guess money's a big
issue for her just now."
Just then the demons lost control of their mirth and began the
uproarious laughter again. "Right! That's it!" Spike bellowed, "you
guys wait there, cos as soon as I've sorted her out I'm going to come
back and kick your sorry little asses."
Without waiting to hear their replies Spike turned and swept out of
the bar, coat billowing out behind him as he jumped on his bike and
headed for the docks, muttering to himself again. "Stupid bitch!" He
ground his teeth as he muttered "she knows I can get her money, what
the hell is she thinking. Didn't she learn anything the other day???
She's mine! How dare she flaunt herself for other men like that?"
He found the place easily, with its garish sign flashing luridly in
the murky darkness of the deserted docks. If he hadn't been so angry
he'd probably have chuckled at the pink sign, graphically (and
comically) depicting a woman jiggling her breasts by means of
flashing lights. Good old Sunny hell was finally defying the 'sleepy-
small-town' image that its demons hid behind, by allowing a place
like this to open. However he was in no mood for chuckling at
anything. He didn't know what had him madder, that other men were
leering over her, that she was so stubborn she'd go and do this
instead of taking up his offer of help with money, or that he hadn't
realised how bad things were and forced help on her.
He breezed past the bouncers with a quick shove to each of them as
they attempted to block his access to the club. He entered the bar,
which, for all it was new had managed to conjure up a greasy, dirty
feeling already. He was stopped dead by the sight of Buffy gyrating
on stage in nothing but a baseball cap and thong. A young guy who
looked barely college age was standing, whooping and whirling a
baseball shirt which had presumably recently come off Buffy, round
his head like a lasso.
Buffy tugged at the sides of her thong, lowering one side then the
other as she swayed seductively directly in front of the hollering
college boys. To her credit her countenance barely concealed her self-
disgust at the way she was parading herself like a piece of meat for
these men. She turned her back to them, bending slightly at the waist
as she continued to tease; almost lowering the waistband of the thong
over her buttocks then inching it back up to howls of protest by the
college imbeciles. Plastering a very fake smile on her face she
turned back to face them and winked saying "Not yet boys, there's
more to come"
She turned and walked back up the catwalk and through the black
curtains at the back of the stage. Her departure woke Spike up, had
he not been so intent on getting to her he'd have seriously
considered snapping a few of the fraternity boys necks, and bugger
the pain from the chip. He scanned the room for a means of getting
backstage, other than storming up the catwalk and causing a fight
with the 'security' workers, which would do nothing
but slow him down. As he searched for a route the White Stripes –
Seven Nation Army began to play.
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
The lyrics spoke to him, his brain interpreting them in conjunction
with his current feelings about Buffy. He was ready to fight all the
men in the place off, his eyes clearly sending out the message to
leave her alone, and by god he was going to serve it to Buffy for
this. His twisting of the lyrics inflamed him further and spurred
him into action. He spied a door off to the left of the stage proper,
which had to lead backstage. He marched towards it oblivious to the
rest of the song, except for a fleeting image of Buffy gyrating to
the pulsating bass line, incensing him even more. The door was
blocked by a burly bouncer. Spike slipping momentarily into vamp face
put paid to any idea the guy might have had of actually doing his job
and stopping 'patrons' gaining access to the girls. Charging through
the door Spike was stopped in his tracks for the second time that
night by the sight of Buffy.
She was sitting on a chair facing the door, one foot up on the seat
as she fastened the buckle on her right Mary Jane. She was wearing a
tight white shirt fastened only by one button in the middle, her
breasts pushed up and threatening to spill out of the open top of the
shirt; a black and white plaid skirt and white ankle socks completed
the schoolgirl look. Although she was sitting down it was obvious
that the skirt left little to the imagination. Without even looking
up from her task she grumbled "Alright! Before you say anything, I'm
almost ready, I won't miss my cue, I'm coming!"
"Oh no pet" Spike said getting a good look up her skirt as he
spoke, "coming is something you aren't going to be doing for quite a
while. What the hell do you think you are doing? You are NOT going
back out there!"
Buffy jumped up when she realised who had actually come into the
room. "S-spike" she stuttered "What are y……how did…..what the fuck
are you doing here?"
"Really not the issue luv. Get your coat and your things together,
I'm taking you home"
"God! I don't need this Spike. I need this job; I can double what I
make in a week at the Doublemeat in just one night here with my tips.
This has nothing to do with you, just leave Spike." As she spoke she
moved to head for the stage having to pass Spike en route.
He grabbed her arm as she did so, pulling her closer and hissed in
her ear "I already told you Slayer, you are NOT going back out there."
"God, Neanderthal much Spike?" she said trying unsuccessfully to
disengage herself from his grip. "You're not even my boyfriend, you
have no right to be here. You don't own me Spike"
"Not what you said the other day when you were being such an obedient
little slave. Now do as you're told and get your things! We're
leaving."
"I'm not playing some silly game here Spike. I NEED this job and
you're gonna make me late on stage. Let go!" The last words were
accompanied by her stamping hard on his foot and using his momentary
surprise to elbow him hard in the gut, before slamming her fist up
and backwards into his face. She hurried towards the stage entrance
as Spike recovered, stopping when she heard him say her name.
"Buffy, I mean it luv, if you go out there I will make you regret it.
If I say we're playing our game, we're playing our game. Therefore I
DO own you, and you'll find out what happens when you defy me."
Buffy felt moisture pool in the scrap of underwear she had on and
inwardly groaned. Even now, when she was angry with Spike that
commanding tone and his delicious threats could get her unbelievably
hot. She briefly considered saying the safe word that they'd had the
other day just to show Spike she was serious but found she couldn't
as lust coursed through her body at the thought of what Spike might
do back in his crypt if she went ahead and defied him. She snapped
herself out of it however, knowing that she had to get out on stage
or she'd be sacked and then she and Dawn were really going to be
screwed.
Spike had expected her to use that safe word and put paid to his
plans to teach her exactly why she shouldn't challenge his authority.
He was more than a little aroused and amazed when she didn't. She
knew exactly what game they were talking about. He'd instigated
another round right here and she hadn't taken her chance to stop
it. 'Oh but she's let herself in for it now' he thought gleefully.
Rather than follow her out on stage he went back through the door
that led to the bar and looked straight at her, back on the catwalk
now.
The hand she was coyly twirling a braid around froze, along with her
brain and her whole body, when she saw him and felt his intense gaze
on her. 'He won't do anything in front of these people' she told
herself 'oh God! Maybe he will.' Spike had started to move
purposefully toward the stage. 'Ok stay calm, stay........jesus he
looks sexy.......God Buffy get a grip, if you get any wetter you'll
be dripping on the stage. Ok, the thought of public humiliation is
NOT turning me on.......do you hear that body?....Not turning
me.......shit! I'm actually going to get off on this.' Buffy very
nearly *was* dripping her arousal onto the stage.
Spike had reached the stage and was standing next to the frat boys
looking up at her. "Get down from there now!" He yelled making all
the guys turn to look at him. A few of them looked perplexed but they
all pretty quickly came to the conclusion that this must be part of
the show. "You are a very naughty little girl and if you don't get
down right now, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
Buffy couldn't speak, his words had turned her to mush. The fact that
the patrons were now ooohing and shouting things like 'she's in
trouble now' and 'teach her a lesson' did nothing but increase her
arousal. She didn't want Spike to get up there and fulfil his promise
in front of all these people but she just didn't seem able to move.
Spike put one foot on the stage which was easily low enough for him
to step onto without any exertion. His movement was like a catalyst
to Buffy's nervous system and she almost ran over to him to prevent
him stepping on up there. "I'm sorry Ok." She muttered at
him. "Please, just leave me alone and let me finish this routine then
you can take me home and play our game as much as you want."
"Not how it works pet" Spike said gripping her arm as she realised
too late that she had gotten too close to him. "I can smell how horny
you are so don't even try to say you're not enjoying this. If you
really don't want me to exercise my authority you can leave with me
now, or you can say your safe word but that doesn't mean that I won't
punish you next time you come to my crypt."
"I can't leave Spike" Buffy said miserably, finishing in her
head 'and I apparently can't say my safe word either.' The college
party were getting restless again and calls of 'spank her naughty
ass' were growing increasingly hard to ignore.
"Buffy, say you'll leave with me and not come back here and we can
get out of here right now" Spike offered, he was truthfully kinda
hoping she wouldn't cave just yet.
"I can't" she said "I need this job"
"If that's how you want it pet," Spike shrugged "Better give
your 'customers' what they're asking for." He still only had one leg
on the stage the other on the floor of the club. He swiftly pulled
her over the thigh of the leg that was on stage and placed a hand in
her hair as her head dangled down, both holding her down over his leg
and making sure that she didn't overbalance and crash face first off
the stage. The guys in the bar went crazy, there shouts only
increasing in intensity as Spike flipped what there was of her skirt
up over her hips and back, baring her ass. It looked good enough to
bite from where he was as she was bent nearly double over his knee.
Buffy was just about hyperventilating, all the blood was rushing to
her head as her upper body was dangling down at a much steeper angle
than it had been at any point when he'd last had her in this kind of
position. She tried to stand up but Spike's hand in her hair held her
down firmly and the position just put her at too much of a
disadvantage. All she could do was brace herself when she felt
Spike's body shift as he drew his arm back for the first blow.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Six blows rained down quickly alternating on each cheek in turn.
Buffy squirmed as her pussy flooded, sure that everyone must be able
to see her arousal by now. Spike leaned down so that he could talk to
her as the crowd jeered some more, loving the floor show. "Just say
you'll leave and I'll let you up" he offered.
"I can't!" Buffy all but wailed "Please Spike.." That earned her a
sharp blow to her upper thigh "I mean Sir" she corrected
herself. "I'm sorry I really am but I can't just leave."
"Have it your way pet" Spike replied and went back to his task,
delivering another six, slightly harder blows to her now rosy ass.
Buffy was becoming increasingly sure that she was going to climax
just from being spanked in public. She froze when she felt Spike's
fingers rub at her crotch through the thong she was wearing. He
wouldn't would he? Spanking her was one thing but the movements his
hands were making right now usually led to one thing and one thing
only. She shuddered as his fingers skimmed her pussy lips through the
material, moving torturously slowly towards her clit. He stopped
before he reached the place she needed him to touch most. Leaning
down he said, "What do you say luv? Are you ready to be a good girl,
or shall I fuck you right here, in front of these rejected extras
from Harvard Man?"
"Ok, ok. I give in!" She almost shrieked, although the mental image
of being fucked right there on stage made her weak at the knees, it
wasn't a fantasy she was ready to fulfil just yet.
"Good girl" he said close to her ear before standing her back up and
turning to the cheering table of assholes. "Sorry guys, looks like
she saw sense. We'll be leaving now. But don't worry there are more
girls back there and I'm sure they'll entertain you for the rest of
the evening."
Not waiting to see if a replacement was on her way on-stage Spike
pulled Buffy down and towed her to the door. "Hang on Spike" she said
attempting to dig her heels in "I need to get my stuff, I can't go
out there dressed like this."
"You were perfectly prepared to dance around in front of the whole
bar like that" he countered tugging her into motion again "so you can
damn well stay like that. Besides that outfit's got me hard as nails,
it isn't going anywhere. I'll come back for your things later."
"Yes Sir" Buffy assented feeling herself spiral into the red hot
agitated state that Spike somehow always seemed to be able to elicit.
She began to trot to keep up with his long stride and to stop her arm
being wrenched from its socket.
When they got outside Buffy moved to head for Spike's bike, but he
had other ideas. He hadn't been kidding when he said the outfit had
him hard as nails and he wasn't prepared to wait any longer to do
something about it. He yanked her into an alley at the side of the
club and pushed her face first against the wall. "Don't move" he
ordered releasing his grip on her to free his painfully erect penis.
Buffy groaned and obeyed as she heard his zipper come down. "Put your
hands on the wall and bend over." Without hesitation Buffy complied
placing her hands flat on the wall and bending till her body was at
right angles to her legs, which she instinctively spread as wide as
she could.
Spike didn't bother with any more teasing, ripping her underwear from
her body he thrust his rock hard dick straight into her as hard as he
could. Buffy gasped as he filled her and her hips moved back towards
him as he withdrew and thrusted again. He grabbed her hips to still
their movement saying, "No, Buffy. You stay still and be fucked.
You've got me wound up good and proper and now you're going to take
your punishment like a good girl or else."
"But you already punished me" Buffy protested "Or have you already
forgotten the sp.....OW!"
Spike slapped her hard as he continued to shove his dick in and out
of her clenching dripping pussy, grunting with the effort. "Don't you
dare back answer me girl!" He said stilling his thrusts for the
moment. "You have a world of wrongs to make up here. I'll decide when
you've been punished enough. Now tell me" a thrust in "are you" he
pulled out "going to" he slammed in "go back in that place" he pulled
out "ever again", he thrust in again hard making Buffy whimper and
only just stop herself from thrusting back at him.
"I have to" she bleated out in a small voice.
"Wrong answer" he ground out as he resumed his relentlessly hard
thrusting now punctuating every in-stroke with a sound slap to each
buttock in turn. Just as Buffy was wondering how dire the
consequences would be if she removed a hand from the wall to touch
herself would be, Spike's fingers reached round and rubbed at her
sweet spot.
"Oh God!" Buffy sighed at finally getting some stimulation in her
pulsating nubbin. Predictably Spike rubbed at her clit, pounding into
her like an animal until she was about ready to burst then pulled his
hand away, knowing how close she was he immediately grabbed her arms
to stop her touching herself, which he was sure is what her instincts
would be screaming for her to do. Buffy mewled helplessly and
squirmed, wiggling her ass as he continued to plow into her.
"You know what I want to hear before I let you come Slayer." Spike
said hoping to God she gave in quickly. The sight of her bent over in
front of him, plaid skirt pushed up around her waist, tanned legs
spread and bum glowing red even in the darkened alley was making it
very difficult for him not to shoot his load immediately.
"I can't give up that job" Buffy whined.
"Dear me Buffy," Spike said in mock astonishment "you're being so
stubborn. Anyone would think you wanted me to keep punishing you. Is
that what you want?" As he finished speaking her moved his hands to
her nipples and pinched them sharply, knowing that if anything would
drive her to distraction that would.
Buffy bit her lip to keep from crying out at the cruel but delectable
pinching of her nipples. She tried desperately to calm herself down
so that she could think straight, instead of this mushy thinking that
was all she was capable of at the moment. Try as she might though her
body was responding ever more fervently to Spike's fucking and the
sound of his body slapping against her ass and his dick squelching in
and out of her merely added to the dizzy lusty feelings.
"Tell me what I want to hear" Spike continued "I can spend all night
slamming my dick in you in this alley. You WILL give in before I do.
I'll just keep fucking you until your knees buckle and then I'll keep
on fucking you like an animal while your knees scrape on the ground.
I'll fuck you raw and when I get sick of your pussy, I'll stick my
dick in your ass and fuck your tight backside, then I'll have you
suck yourself off my dick, and you'll do it because until you stop
being so stubborn you aren't going to get to come but I'll make sure
you need to. Is that what you want Slayer??"
"No Sir" Buffy panted her breathing becoming extremely difficult and
her whole body flushing from the emotions stirred by his filthy
panting in her ear as he increased his speed and the strength of his
thrusts. "That's not what I want, please I need to come, please I'll
do anything."
"Interesting offer pet, but just now I'll settle for you promising me
you'll never come near this club again."
"I promise.....oohhhh.....Ipromise I won't come back" Buffy panted
desperately.
It was good enough for Spike, he kept one hand on a nipple and
dropped the other to her clit and rolled and pinched it as he slowed
down his tempo again, bringing both their passions down a notch.
Slowly he increased his pace with his dick and both hands until they
were both panting heavily again and he actually did suspect that
Buffy's legs were about to give out. Feeling her body tense with her
impending orgasm he leaned down over her back again. As her orgasm
began to bowl through her, her inner muscle contractions triggering
his own peak. With each spurting thrust he grunted in her ear "You're
mine......Slayer........mine.....never..... Ever.......show off what
belongs...uunnh....to me.....in front of other
men.....oh.uunh.....unnh.... FUCK!!!!"
As he shouted this last his voice was joined by Buffy's as she
experienced the longest orgasm she'd ever had. She'd felt it was just
wearing out when he'd started spurting into her and grunting into her
ear. The effect had been electric making her peak again and again as
he spent himself inside her. Her legs gave way and she sank to the
ground taking Spike with her. He lay over her back for a moment,
recovering then stood up and looked down at her trying to get some
control over herself. As awareness crashed back into her lust addled
brain she realised her skirt was still pushed up her back and she
wore no panties, and although the docks weren't exactly busy she was
open for anyone happening by to see.
Reaching back she pulled her skirt down over her ass and made to
stand up. Spike's foot on her back stopped her. "No you don't luv" he
said "You're bloody lucky I let you come but I only did it to get you
to promise. Now that you have you need to be taught why exactly you
should never have taken this job and you have a lot of making up to
do to me for flaunting my property around the place."
Buffy groaned at the words, not wanting to believe that she could
possibly be growing aroused again, but she was. "Now, I'm going
inside for some things and you my little Jezebel are going to kneel
here until I get back and think about how you're going to make this
up to me once you've been adequately punished.
"Yes Sir," Buffy shivered, thinking to herself 'you are so going to
pay for this next time you let me switch Spikey.' She also had a
perverse sense of satisfaction that Spike hadn't really made her do
anything she didn't want to anyway, she hated stripping and as she'd
gone on-stage after leaving him in the dressing room she'd decided
she was going to quit once she had her money for tonight anyway, but
she figured she'd let him think he'd won. She'd only argued with him
and insisted she needed the job because she just didn't seem to be
able to help herself when it came to Spike he made her want to fight,
also because when he'd first burst in she hadn't realised they were
playing the game and his misogyny had riled her.
Spike was gone an inordinate amount of time, but when he eventually
came out of the club he was pleased to see Buffy hadn't moved a
muscle since he'd left her. "Sorry I took so long luv" he
grinned "You can get up now, we're leaving come and climb on the
bike." Buffy tried not to laugh as she looked at Spike carrying her
bag containing her change of clothes, counting her money, which he
must have persuaded the manager to give him, it was the hat that was
killing her though. He'd managed to get hold of the baseball cap
she'd been wearing when he first came in and it was now perched
ludicrously on his head. Also, Buffy noted, he was licking his
fingers, now what was that about.
As they walked towards the bike Spike turned to her with a twinkle in
his eye. "I think it's only fair to warn you though luv. You have
something else to be punished for. You didn't tell me they did
Buffalo Wings! Hell if you'd told me that I'd have let you finish
your routine while I ate and we could have bypassed the whole public
spanking entirely."
THE END
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