To Kylia, who let me use her name, Thanks.

************

Part 1
 

"Are you sure this is the place, Cordy?" Angel asked as he looked up at the neon sign.

"Yeah," she said as she stared at the sign she'd seen in her vision.

"Okay. Let's go." He opened the door and entered the dark interior. Cordy and Willow followed behind him and Spike brought up the rear. The women paused to let their eyes adjust to the new lighting. Spike and Angel stood on either side of them waiting for them to move.

A beefy no-neck man stepped forward. He looked the two women over carefully. He dismissed the two men with them. "Welcome to The Isis Club. Are you two ladies looking for a job?"

Willow and Cordy exchanged a look. Cordy stepped forward. "Depends. How much does it pay?"

"You could make six maybe seven," he said as he examined her body carefully. No doubt about it she was a beauty and she knew it too.

"An hour?"

"Not in this club you won't, missy. This establishment is on the up and up. Six seven hundred a week," he snipped. Maybe she wouldn't work out.

"Did you say hundred?" Cordy asked, her jaw on the floor.

"Yep. Maybe more. Depends a lot on the tips. Red here could do a grand easy."

Willow's eyes widened. "A grand? As in a thousand dollars?"

He chuckled. "Easy. A lot of our patrons love red heads, especially if they're natural. Not that it really matters."

Spike and Angel had had just about enough. "Actually 'we' were looking for jobs," Spike interrupted. "As bouncers," he clarified.

"Take it you're the boyfriends?"

"Yes, we are." Angel draped his arm around Cordy's shoulders. Spike pulled Willow closer.

"Hey, man, that's cool. Most of the girls who work here have boyfriends. You both look like you could hold your own. Not really much call for it, but I guess I could use some more help. Name's Vaughn. I own this joint." He held out his hand to Angel. Angel gripped the offered hand firmly. The three men stepped aside to discuss business.

Cordy pulled Willow aside. Once they were secluded in a dark corner, darker than the rest of the entry way, Cordy whispered, "Did you here what he said?"

"A grand? Just to dance?" Willow was still in shock.

"I think you have to do more than just dance, Hon," Cordy said as she rolled her eyes.

"Duh. I know that. We would be helping Angel. I mean we could talk to the other girls and see if they know anything, right?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Help Angel. It's not like stripping is like prostitution. You heard Vaughn. The club is on the up and up and everything."

"And it's not like Angel and Spike wouldn't be there to watch us. I mean watch over us," Willow whispered as a blush spread over her cheeks.

"If you're going to do this, you have to stop blushing," Cordy teased.

"I'll do a glamour spell." She looked into Cordy's hazel eyes. "So we're going to do this."

She nodded her head. "Yes."

The two of them returned to where Angel and Spike were filling out paperwork. "Vaughn?" Willow said.

"Yes," he said as he turned his attention to the two beautiful women. He noticed them talking in the corner. He knew they would bring in a lot more money than he'd told them.

"Can we have two applications, please?" Willow requested.

The two vampires looked up from their forms. "No," Spike said in a low voice.

Willow glared at the peroxide blonde. She took the two clipboards Vaughn handed to her. She handed one to Cordelia as she continued to glare at Spike, daring him to say something else.

Cordy ignored everyone as she started filling in the blanks. She paused at one. "What do you mean 'Will go by'?" she asked.

"No one goes by their real name. Safety reasons." He put a hand on the elbow of each girl and lead them to the picture board. "See. Candy Apples. Miss Manners, she's our S&M. Daphane. Just make up a name."

Cordy tried to think of something slutty. "How about Buffy?" she asked.

Vaughn laughed. "You look too smart to be a Buffy."

"I think so too. Delia?"

"Try to pick something completely different from you're real name. Keeps you from slipping accidentally. Most of the girls don't know the real names of the other dancers. It's just safer."

Willow had completely filled out her form, but still couldn't think of a name for herself. "Do you have a list or something? I didn't think it would be this hard."

"We can just call you Red."

"I call her Red," Spike said.

"Okay, scratch that. What about Scarlett?" Vaughn suggested.

"That will work," Willow said as she wrote it in the provided space. She handed her clipboard to Vaughn.

"Well, I still don't have a name," Cordy pouted.

"Anya?" Willow suggested.

"Bite you're tongue."

"Faith?"

"You are so not helping," she said as she glared at the red head.

"Kylia?"

"Where did you get that?"

"That's someone I know on the Internet. She won't know you're using it," Willow explained.

"Okay, Kylia it is," Cordy said as she filled in the blank and handed her paperwork to the six foot six man in front of her.

"Great. Welcome to Isis, ladies," he said as he shook their hands.

"You don't even know if they can dance," Angel commented. He didn't like the idea of either of them taking off their clothes for strangers.

Vaughn chuckled at the protective act Kylia's boyfriend was pulling. "You think our guests care? If they want dancing they can go to the ballet. They come here to see skin. Let me get you the rule book, then I'll show you around." He left the four of them alone.

Angel and Spike waited until Vaughn closed the office door. "What do you think you're doing?" Angel asked.

"Getting a job that pays way more than you do," Cordy snapped back.

"And we're helping, too," Willow added. At the two blank stares, she continued, "Like I'm sure you're going to get backstage. We can investigate that side of things."

Angel closed his eyes and took a deep unneeded breath. "Fine. But we know where you are at all times."

Spike slapped Angel's shoulder. "What are you doing? They can't work here."

"And exactly how do you plan on stopping them?" he asked looking at his childe.

Spike avoided his sire's dark eyes. "Fine."

Vaughn stepped out of his office. "Kylia, Scarlett. Here are your rule books. You'll start out serving drinks. Everything works out okay, you can dance."

"When do we start?" Willow asked.

"Hopefully tomorrow night. I'm a little short staffed right now. Two girls quit without notice and two others are on vacation.

"Not a problem," the brunette said with confidence.

"What about clothing?" Willow asked.

"Bring a couple of outfits with you tomorrow and I'll take a look at them," he said with a smile.

*****

Willow and Cordelia tore apart Willow's closet searching for clothes to wear. Willow held up a short plaid skirt. "Maybe you should do that Britney Spears thing?"

Cordy looked up from the pile she was going through. "What Britney Spears thing?"

"You know that school girl thing. I can see you in this little plaid skirt, knee socks and high heels."

"Do I get a top to go with that outfit?" Cordy asked as she took the skirt from Willow.

The red head looked at her bust line then at her friend's. "I doubt any of my tops would fit you," she sighed.

Cordy stripped off her silk skirt and pulled the blue plaid around her hips. She fastened the four buttons that kept it closed. It only fell to the top of her thighs. It fit a little snugly, but Willow's hips weren't as round as hers. She moved in front of the mirror Willow had placed in the corner. She tried to picture herself in the knee socks and a white blouse. "You know I think this would work. Do you think I should go for a ponytail or pig tails?" she asked as she pulled her long hair off her neck.

"Either would work. Maybe pig tails would look more innocent. We still have to find something for me," Willow said as she continued to search through her wardrobe.

"Vinyl," Cordy said.

"Excuse me?"

"We're going with the whole innocent thing with me. Why don't we move in the opposite direction with you? Black vinyl or leather. I think we need to go shopping," Cordy said as she removed the skirt and pulled her own clothes back on.

Willow looked around at the mess they'd made. "Angel's going to kill me."

Cordy grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom. "We'll clean it up when we get back."

Part 2

"Cordy, I can't breathe!" Willow shrieked.

"If you can shriek then you can breathe," Cordy said.

Spike and Angel looked at each other. The two women had returned from their shopping trip and locked themselves in the bedroom. "I don't like this, mate."

Angel sighed. He'd been hearing about it since last night. "They're only waiting tables, Spike."

"I still don't like it," the blonde pouted.

"So I've heard for the past twelve hours."

"Are you guys ready?" Willow called from the bedroom.

"Yes," they said in unison.

Cordy walked out of the bedroom first. She and Willow had decided to go one at a time so as not to overload Spike and Angel. Actually Willow figured they'd be so dumbfounded at the gorgeous brunette they wouldn't be too mad at Willow's outfit.

Their jaws had dropped to their laps. The blue plaid pleated skirt fell to the top of Cordy's thighs and settled low on her hips. She had on a pair of sheer white stockings that stayed just above her knees. On her feet she had a pair of black paten leather Mary Janes with three inch heels. Her tanned flat tummy was bare. Cordy had found a white knit shirt that stopped just under her breasts. It looked about a size too small. Its high neck added to her innocent look. She had pulled her hair into a loose ponytail with a white scrunchie. Even her make-up was perfect for the role she set for herself with pastel colors.

"That skirt doesn't look like that on Red," Spike whispered.

"Don't tell her that," Angel whispered back.

Cordy could tell they were impressed. She did a quick turn so they could see the back. Their eyes widened as her skirt twirled up just enough to see the white cotton panties underneath.

Spike swallowed hard as he shifted in his seat. "Well, I feel like a pervert now," he muttered.

"Me, too," Angel agreed.

"Willow, you're turn," she called out. She moved to the side so she could see their reaction to their red head.

Spike literally fell out of his chair when he saw Willow walk towards them. She wore black leather from head to toe. Her feet and legs were encased in thigh high boots. The three inch heels made her walk with at a slow careful pace that caused her hips to move with an exaggerated swing. She wore skin tight hot pants. The waist band hit just below her bellybutton where she had put a fake navel ring. Her corset top pushed her small breasts higher, giving her a beautiful cleavage. She paused for a second then executed a sultry turn so they could see the back.

Angel nearly joined Spike on the floor when she turned around. Her shorts cut high on her firm ass. A crescent of white flesh peeked out of the leather. Willow pulled the black cap off her head and the red hair of her wig fell to her waist.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked her lovers.

"I don't think they're capable of thinking right now, Will," Cordy giggled. She'd had a similar reaction when she'd seen her friend in that outfit. She'd suggested the wig since Willow's own hair was so short.

"You are not wearing that," Angel said when he was able to process thoughts correctly.

"Why not? Cordy thinks it looks good."

"Cordy looks like jail bait." Spike said as his tongue began to function again.

"Hey!" Cordelia set her hands on her hips. "It's not like we're going to where this stuff on a daily basis. These are undercover work clothes. We're supposed to look trashy. That's how we're going to get information."

"That's not all you're going to get," Angel muttered as he looked them over. "Did you get anything else?"

"Most of it looks like this," Willow pouted.

"Come on, Will. Let's change. We'll let Vaughn decide," she said as she pulled the red head back into the bedroom.

Willow pulled the wig off her head and set it back on the stand. Cordy moved behind her to unlace the corset. "You look beautiful, Willow. Don't let them get to you. They just don't want anyone else to see you like this. I bet if you wore this to bed they would be your willing love slaves," she said as she loosened the stays. <I know I would be,> she thought to herself. She wasn't willing to admit it out loud, but she found Willow very attractive.

"Thanks, Cordy. You're right. About them not wanting anyone to see me like this. In the store I felt silly when I tried it on, but when Spike fell on his ass. I felt like a surge of power or something," she said as she pulled the top over her head.

Her breasts hurt from being bound. She looked down at her small breasts. "I think after eight hours in that thing they may be permanently smushed," she said as she tried to rub away some of the marks on her skin.

Cordelia watched her for a second before turning her head. "Well, I guess Spike and Angel will just have to make them feel better," she said as she sat on the bed to remove her shoes.

Willow didn't miss the look her friend had given her. "Yeah, maybe." Her brain was starting to turn. <Does Cordelia Chase want me?> she asked herself. She watched the tall brunette as she undressed. Shaking herself out of her daydreams she peeled her boots and shorts off and slipped into a loose slip dress.

******

Vaughn admired the outfits Kylia and Scarlett had chosen. "They're perfect. You two are going to be a big hit. Let me show you around," he said as he escorted them out of the office.

The four of them followed him into the main room. Four dancers were sitting at the bar smoking. "Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to Kylia and Scarlett. Tonight's their first night so be nice. This is Amber, she's the bartender."

The tall black woman put down the glass she was cleaning and reached across the mahogany bar to shake their hands. "Welcome to Isis. If you have any questions just ask."

"That's Candy, Tia, Josie, and Camille," Vaughn said as he pointed out each of the dancers. Candy was a petite blonde with big blue eyes. Tia had the exotic Asian thing going for her. Josie's blue hair was the first thing anyone noticed about her. Camille's tall lanky frame put her at six feet without her four inch heels she wore.

Vaughn turned to Angel and Spike to introduce them. "They are the new bouncers. Angel, I want you to stand over there by the stage. Spike, you can take a position by the back door there."

"Vaughn," a sultry voice called from the back of the room.

"Elise, you're here. Good. We have two new waitresses for tonight. I want you to show them the ropes. Elise is our best waitress. She'll show you everything you need to know," he said as Elise walked up to the group.

Her black eyes looked the two newbies over and smiled at them. "Vaughn said we had some fresh meat coming in. Welcome aboard. Vaughn, Daphane twisted her ankle. I told her not to wear those platforms."

"Great. Now who do we get to fill in for her?" Vaughn said as he ran a hand through his long hair.

"I can do it," Elise said.

"Okay, but show Kylia and Scarlett the ropes first. Then I want you back on the floor after you're set. It's Friday. We are going to be busy."

*****

Willow and Cordy leaned against the bar as they waited for their tray of drinks. "God, my feet are killing me," Willow moaned.

"You're feet and my ass. I swear if one more guy pats my butt I'm going to dump his drink in my lap," Cordy said as she rolled her eyes.

"One guy tried that with me, but I just glared at him. I think I scared him cuz he removed his hand right away."

"Actually I think that was because Spike was standing right behind you."

"Oh. Well, I still got a big tip from him."

Amber set their drinks on their trays. "Everything going okay?" she asked.

"Great. They don't even seem to mind when I mess up their orders," Cordy said with a smile.

"With you're looks I doubt they even realized what they ordered," she laughed.

Willow moved through the tables to where Angel stood by the stage. She pulled him closer. "Keep an eye on Kylia. Her butt's getting a lot of attention."

Angel looked up to see Cordy remove another hand from her rear end. "I will."

Willow went off to deliver her drinks.

*****

When the club closed at three the next morning, everyone gathered around the bar to count their tips. Vaughn kept records of tips for tax purposes, but the girls kept the cash. "Kylia, how did you do tonight?" he asked as he made a new entry in his book.

"Four hundred dollars. I can't believe it," she said as she counted the money she'd stuffed into Angel's pocket. She figured it was safer there than anywhere. Willow dropped her tips in Spike's pocket.

"Scarlett?"

"Six. Wow. If I'd know I could make this kind of money I would have done this a long time ago," she said as she stacked her bills.

"As waitresses it's customary to give Amber a 15 percent cut of you're tips," he explained.

Willow quickly did the math in her head. "Sixty and ninety," she said as she counted out her share. She handed the bills over to the bartender. Cordy did the same.

Amber smiled. "Thanks. You guys did great tonight. I suggest going home and soaking your feet in Epson salts. They have to be killing you."

"I think that's a great idea," Cordy said as she folded her money and slipped into Angel's leather jacket.

Spike draped his duster over Willow's frame and together the four of them left the club.

******

Back at Angel's apartment, Willow and Cordy both collapsed on the couch. "I don't think I can move from this spot," Cordy mumbled into the couch cushion.

"Spike, can you take my boots off. I don't have the energy to do it myself," Willow whined.

The peroxide blonde knelt at her feet and pulled the zipper along her inner thigh. He slipped the black leather off her feet and began to rub her aching arches. Angel unbuckled Cordy's Mary Janes and massaged the balls of her feet.

"Oh, that feels so good. Thank you, Angel."

"So did you two learn anything tonight?" the dark vampire asked as he tried not to look up Cordy's short skirt.

"Yes. Wearing three inch heels for eight hours should be illegal," she mumbled. Willow reached out and smacked Cordy on her tender butt. "Hey, that hurt."

"I think he means about the case," Willow said as she rubbed the spot she'd smacked. Angel and Spike watched the interaction with interest.

"Oh, that. Not much. Just that a lot of powerful people enjoy watching women naked. You know some guy offered me two thousand dollars for a lap dance."

"Really? Why didn't you do it?"

"Cuz I don't know how. But trust me as soon as I figure it out I'm going to track him down."

Angel closed his eyes and tried to force his body's reaction down at the idea of Cordy giving a lap dance.

"Maybe you can practice on Angel and Spike," Willow suggested. She had noticed the way they had looked at Cordelia. "I'm sure they won't mind."

"We are still in the room, Pet," Spike said as he continued her foot massage.

"What did you guys learn?" she asked.

"It seems to be a pretty clean operation. Are you sure that's the right place, Cordy?" Angel asked.

"Yes. Isis Club. Big, bad, ugly, evil thing."

"Not much to go on."

"Tell that to the PTB. And while you're at it tell them to get rid of the mind shattering pain that goes with these wonderful visions," she grumbled.

Spike looked at the two tired women. They were drifting off. "Well, Peaches. I think we should get these two into bed," he said as he lifted Willow into his arms.

"Not tonight, Spike. I'm tired. Play with Angel," Willow mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Angel lifted Cordy into his arms and followed his childe into the bedroom. He set the tall brunette next to Willow. "Do you think we should undress them? Those clothes don't look too comfortable to sleep in."

"Only if you are willing to play afterwards, because I don't think I could stand seeing them naked in bed together and not get any satisfaction," Spike muttered at he watched Cordelia and Willow curl up into each other.

"Don't worry about that," Angel said as he pulled the sleepy Cordy into a sitting position.

Part 3

Angel pulled the couch out into a bed. Spike grabbed a couple of pillows from the closet. He tossed them to Angel and pulled his shirt over his head. Visions of Cordy and Willow danced naked through his head. He flopped onto the bed. "Do you think Red really wants her?" he asked.

Angel sighed. "I don't know. It seems that way. I hope so."

"You want her too, don't you?" Spike asked as he rolled onto his side.

"Yeah, but I don't want to hurt Willow."

"And if Willow wants to bring Cordy into our little family you would have no problems with that?"

Angel looked at his childe. "None at all. What about you?"

"Not a single complaint from this horny vampire." He reached a hand out to stroke Angel's bare chest.

"What if Willow doesn't want to bring Cordy in?"

"I've still got you and Red. I'm well taken care of." He lowered his head to kiss Angel.

Angel opened his mouth under the cool touch. Spike trust his tongue into his sire's mouth. The two of them wrestled for dominance until Angel took the upper hand by pinning Spike onto his back. Pulling back he looked into his icy blue eyes. "So we're agreed. Whatever Willow wants goes?"

"Of course. It's how it's always been." Spike's hand moved down Angel's chest to slip under the waist band of his black trousers. His fingers encircled his sire's erection. Angel thrust his hips into his childe's hand.

Angel groaned as Spike's thumb brushed against the head of his cock. He lowered his head to cover his mouth with his own. He traced Spike's lips with the tip of his tongue.

Spike opened his mouth to let his sire enter. When he sucked hard on Angel's tongue Spike felt the drop of pre-cum seep from Angel's cock. Continuing the slow pumping rhythm, Spike undid the button and zipper of Angel's pants. Moving Angel onto his back, Spike pulled the pants down and tossed them to the floor. He sat up and removed his own tight jeans. Straddling his sire's thighs he bent down to take one of his nipples into his mouth. Biting gently he tightened his grip on Angel's throbbing erection. His other hand grasped his heavy balls, firmly massaging and tugging. His mouth moved lower to lick the seeping head. As he tasted his sire's essence he felt his own cock jerk with desire.

At the first touch of Spike's tongue on his hard cock, Angel ran his fingers through Spike's short blonde hair. Spike's mouth slowly enveloped his aching cock. His hips arched off the bed when Spike's teeth grazed the sensitive spot just beneath the head. He could feel the head of his cock brush the back of Spike's throat as his childe took his entire length in his mouth. He felt Spike's fingernail scratch against the spot right behind his sack. "Do it, Spike," he moaned. He could feel his balls start to tighten as Spike trust a finger inside him. As his head moved over his cock his finger trust inside him. Soon Spike added another finger.

Spike could feel Angel's cock start to swell. He quickened his movements as he thrust his hips into the bed. His own cock demanded satisfaction. He sucked harder at Angel's cock. He thrust a third finger into Angel's ass. Within seconds Angel's hips arched off the bed and Spike swallowed his cold seed as it spurt into his throat. He licked the last drop off the tender head before he knelt over his sire, his cock in hand.

Angel opened his eyes to see Spike stroking himself. He took his childe's cock in hand and pulled it into his mouth. Spike was so close to cumming that as soon as Angel's tongue touched his cock he was shooting his load into the welcoming mouth. His body shook with his orgasm. He collapsed on the bed beside his sire.

Angel pulled his lover into his arms. He brushed a kiss against his forehead. "You are such a horny bastard," he chuckled.

"Like sire like childe," Spike muttered as he drifted off to sleep.

******

Cordy opened her eyes. <Where am I?> she asked herself. She looked around and recognized Angel's bedroom. Turning her head she saw Willow sleeping next to her. Naked. She took a few moments to admire the red head's beautiful body. Her small breasts gently rose and fell with each sleeping breath she took. She looked lower to the glorious nest of red curls at Willow's thighs. <I never thought I was bi-sexual, but she is so beautiful. And she doesn't even know it,> she mused. Her eyes widened as she saw Willow's hand move between her legs.

She watched in fascination as Willow moved her fingers to pleasure herself while she slept. Tentatively she reached out to stroke Willow's breasts. Her fingers marveled at the soft skin. Willow's nipples tightened as Cordy's fingers brushed over them. As she gently pinched one, Willow moaned and arched against the touch. Lowering her head she pulled one into her mouth. Moving one hand lower she pushed aside Willow's hand to explore her slick flesh.

Her deft fingers found Willow's clit. Her hips arched off the bed. "Yes, right there," she moaned.

Cordy lifted her head to meet her friend's green eyes.

"If you stop now, Cordy, I'll kill you," Willow said with a wicked grin. Cordelia moved her fingers lower to enter her hot pussy. "Oh, yeah."

Cordy moved her dark head lower to kiss the crinkly hair covering Willow's snatch. She felt Willow's hands on her own thighs pulling her over her. She straddled the red head's shoulders. Willow bent her knees to give Cordy better access to her hot pussy. Cordy pushed her long hair out of the way. At the first touch of Willow's tongue on her wet snatch she let out a low groan.

She buried her head between Willow's thighs. Her tongue lapped at the hot juices flowing from her friend's body. She fingered her clit as she thrust her tongue into Willow's cunt.

Willow thrust a finger into Cordy's wet channel. The brunette responded by sucking hard on her clit. She licked the wet folds as her fingers pumped in and out of the ex-cheerleader. Pulling her hand free she grabbed the brunette around her hips and sucked hard at her quivering clit. She didn't let up until Cordy let out a scream as she came.

The bedroom door burst open. Angel and Spike stood in the doorway, naked. Cordy was still trembling from her orgasm so she didn't even notice the intrusion. Willow smiled at them over Cordy's quivering body. Their bodies had instantly reacted to the sight of the women in a sixty-nine position. Spike took a step forward to join in the fun, but Angel held him back waiting for a sign from Willow that it was okay.

"Cordy," Willow said quietly.

"Yeah," she answered in a dreamy voice as she rolled onto her back. <I've never cum that hard before.>

"Would it be all right if Spike and Angel joined us?" the red head asked.

Cordy looked at her friend. "You'd share them with me?"

"Why not? What are friends for?"

"You really think they would want to?"

With a chuckle Willow pointed to the door way. "Look behind you."

Cordy tilted her head back and saw Spike and Angel waiting anxiously in the door way. She turned onto her stomach so she could see them right side up. She slowly admired their aroused bodies. "Wow. No wonder you're always so happy," she said with a grin.

Willow turned around so she was lying the same direction. Leaning her head against Cordy's shoulder, she said, "And you know the best part?"

"What?"

"They don't need to breathe," she said in a stage whisper.

Cordy's eyes lit up. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get you dead butts over here."

Spike and Angel quickly jumped on the bed.

"Who do you want, pet?" Spike asked as he nuzzled Cordy's ear.

"I think she should have you both," Willow said as she stroked Angel's back.

"At once?" Cordy squeaked.

"Sure." Willow got up and pulled a silk robe over her body.

"Where are you going?" Angel said as he grabbed her hand.

"Not far," she said cryptically as she moved to the dresser. She pulled open a drawer and removed a tube of lubricant.

Angel leaned over the tall brunette. He covered her mouth with his. He kissed her softly. Spike moved to her other side. He turned her head to kiss her. His tongue entered her soft mouth. Angel dropped wet kisses along her jaw and down her long throat. His hand stroked up her flat tummy to her full breasts. He cupped his fingers around one globe and lowered his mouth to her nipple. The skin tightened as his tongue flicked the puckering flesh. He sucked gently before nipping it with his dull teeth.

Cordy gasped as Angel nipped at her flesh. She sucked hard on his tongue until he had to pull free. She looked into his blue eyes, darkened with desire. She felt his erection hardening against her hip. Reaching down she held the cold flesh in her hand. The fingers of her other hand tangled into Angel's dark hair as he moved farther down her body. She gripped Spike tighter as Angel moved between her legs. Cordy felt a kiss on her inner thighs. His hands braced on either knee and moved her legs farther apart.

With the flat of his tongue, Angel licked her from bottom to top. Her hips arched off the bed for more contact. He felt Willow's foot on his back. He turned his head slightly.

"Don't tease her," she said quietly. She perched herself on the foot board of the bed. She enjoyed watching Cordy making love to her lovers. It was intoxicating. She had her hand buried in her wet pussy.

Angel returned his attention to the delectable brunette in front of him. Following orders, he attacked Cordelia's dripping snatch. He lapped at the hot pink flesh. He thrust his tongue inside her moist body. His nose brushed against her clit. Cordy grabbed a fist full of hair and ground herself into Angel's face.

Cordy stroked Spike's length. Her gripped tightened as she tried to pull him higher on the bed. "I want you in my mouth," she whispered.

Always willing to obey, Spike knelt by her head. Cordy guided his cock to her mouth. Her pink tongue flicked out to lick the pearl of cum off before wrapping her lips around the firm head. Spike moaned as her tongue swirled around his glans. Slowly she took more into her mouth. Her fingers stroked at his base. She tried to take all of him in, but he was too long.

Spike stroked her long hair. "Don't. You still need to breathe," he said gently.

Cordy smiled around his cock. She used her hand on the remaining length. She had to pull back as Angel sucked vigorously on her clit. She stroked Spike as the sensations built in her body. "Oh, God. Yes. Oh, don't stop. Suck me hard. God, yes," she screamed as she exploded into bliss.

Angel lapped at the juices flowed from her body. He looked at Spike. At his nod they changed positions. Angel moved up on the bed and pulled Cordy on top of him. Her legs straddled his hips. She looked down into his dark eyes. She rocked her hips over his length. While he wasn't as long as Spike, he was wider. Spike moved Angel's throbbing cock to Cordy's entrance. With a thrust of his hips, Angel felt Cordy's hot pussy surround his length. Cordy groaned in ecstasy as he filled her.

Spike took the lubricate Willow handed to him. Pouring some onto his hand he stroked his length before rubbing his fingers along Cordelia's ass. With care he inserted a finger into her ass.

"Oh, yes. Do it, Spike. Fuck my ass."

"Patience, Delia. Patience," he whispered as he worked his finger in and out. Adding another, Cordy arched her back, grinding her hips into Angel.

She moved up and down his thick cock. She hadn't come down from her last orgasm and she could feel her body building up to another one. She wanted Spike inside her before she came again.

Spike removed his fingers as he set his cock against her. With gentle pressure he inserted the head of his cock inside. She was so tight. He made eye contact with his sire. Angel held Cordelia still as Spike slowly pushed the rest of his length into her ass.

"Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. Spike! Angel! Fuck me!" she screamed as she tried to move against the hard bodies. Spike and Angel began to move together. The both withdrew and thrust into her at the same time. Cordy tried to hold herself still as they moved. She'd never done anything like this before. Her entire body became an electrical current.

Willow moved closer to the trio. She moved her hand between Cordy and Angel. Her fingers found Cordy's excited clit. Cordy attacked Willow's mouth as the red head pinched and rubbed at her clit. Spike and Angel moved in and out of her.

Angel moved a hand to Willow's dripping pussy. He thrust two fingers into her body. Willow groaned around Cordy's tongue as Angel's fingers worked her body. Cordy was the first to cum. She pulled her mouth free of Willow's as she screamed her release. "Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me hard."

Angel felt the tightening of his balls. Each stroke into Cordy also stroked against Spike's hard length. His demon broke free as his game face emerged. "I'm going to cum," he cried as his cold sperm erupted into Cordelia's hot body.

Spike gritted his teeth as Cordelia clamped down onto his hard cock. He could feel Angel cumming through the thin membrane that separated them. He morphed into his vampire mode as he poured himself into Cordelia's ass. "Fuck yes," he cried.

While Angel was tired, he continued to stroke Willow's clit harder. Willow arched her hips into his hand. "Yes. Oh, Goddess," she whimpered as she reached her climax.

Spike and Angel pulled out of Cordelia. The tall brunette collapsed on the bed in a quivering mass of aftershocks. Willow pulled her into her arms. Kissing her gently on the forehead she smiled down at the newest member of their strange little family. "Welcome to the family, Cordy," she whispered.

Cordy opened her hazel eyes. With a smile she kissed Willow and fell asleep. Angel settled on Cordy's side while Spike wrapped his arms around Willow. "I think we're going to need a bigger bed," Angel said as he pulled the covers over them.

"Bigger closet, too," Spike added.

Part 4

Cordelia woke up feeling chilled. She opened her eyes and stared at the back of a bleach blonde head. <Spike,> she thought with a grin. Turning her head she found Angel snuggled up to her back. She was the filling for a vampire sandwich. The question was how did she extract herself without waking them.

"Good morning, Cordelia," Willow said as she walked into the bedroom. She wore a towel around her head and one of Spike's red silk shirts.

"Morning, Willow," she whispered. "Um, how do I get out of bed without waking them up?"

Willow pulled the towel off her head. "Just climb over one of them. They sleep like the dead. Literally," she giggled as she rubbed the towel against her damp hair.

Cordy climbed over Spike who grumbled a little but rolled into Angel's embrace and settled into place without waking. Walking over to the red head, she kissed her good morning. "I'm going to take a shower."

"I'll make some coffee. Just grab one of Angel's shirts to wear," she said as she grabbed a brush off the dresser.

*****

Willow and Cordelia sat at the kitchen table with a notepad between them. "I did some checking on Vaughn. He's owned the place for five years. It's been very successful since he started the place. He worked in a few clubs before opening Isis. I don't think he's our suspect," Willow said as she checked her notes.

"What about the other employees?" Cordy asked as she poured herself another cup of coffee.

"Kind of hard to check their backgrounds when I don't know their real names. Maybe I can get into Vaughn's office and check his computer files."

"Could be one of the customers, too," the brunette added.

"You said it was a small dark room, right?" Willow asked as she bit into her piece of toast.

"Yeah, so?"

"It could be one of the private booths for lap dances."

"So we've got to get the big bad evil thing into one of the rooms. Hey! Wait a minute. I don't like that plan," Cordy said as she rethought the idea.

"Neither do we," Angel said as he entered the kitchen. Spike was right behind him. "I don't want either of you in danger."

Willow waved her hand in the air. "Hello. Lived on the Hellmouth. Used to it."

"You haven't been locked in a room with it," Angel argued.

"Have so. Blondie here even threatened me with a broken bottle," Willow shot back.

Angel glared at his childe. Spike shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the sink. "What can I say? I had a problem expressing my emotions."

"That's beside the point."

"Angel, I know you don't want us to get hurt, but we have to stop this thing, " Cordy said as she covered his hand with hers.

Angel turned his hand under her light touch and laced his fingers with her slender digits. "I know. I just don't want anything to happen to you." He looked around at the other members of his new family. "Any of you."

Cordy glanced at Willow and Spike. As a group the trio converged on Angel, wrapping him in a group hug. "We love you," they chorused.

"Get off me," Angel laughed.

****

"Kylia." Vaughn walked up to the tall brunette as she waited for Amber to finish putting her order on the tray.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Bingen has asked again for a lap dance from you. I told him I'd check. If you don't want to, that's fine. Only if you're ready," he said as he set a hand on her shoulder.

"How much?"

"Same. Two thousand. Five hundred goes to the house."

"Would it be okay if Angel stands outside the door?" she asked. If this was the big bad evil thingy, she wanted back up. She wanted back up even if it wasn't the big bad evil thingy.

"Standard procedure. But it would probably be better if it wasn't your boyfriend. They tend to get a little antsy about lap dances. How about Spike?" he suggested.

"That would be okay." <If you only knew,> Cordy thought to herself.

"Great. The only non-negotiable rule: The customer doesn't touch you. One strike and the dance is over," he said firmly. It was one of the few rules Vaughn insisted upon in his club.

"Got it." He turned to leave, but Cordy caught his arm. "He does realize I've never done this before, doesn't he?"

"Kylia. He's paying two grand up front. I doubt he cares," he said with a chuckle. "Go serve your drinks. I'll get Elise to cover for you and I'll met you by the door," he said as he pointed to the door Angel guarded.

*****

Cordy licked her lips as she made her way through the crowded room to the skinny little man in a three piece suit. <Oh, God. He looks like Principal Snyder. Don't throw up, Cordy,> she thought. "Hello, Mr. Bingen. I'm Kylia," she introduced herself as she took his hand. She lead him through the dimly lit hallway to the private rooms in back of the club. She spotted Spike holding open a door for them. She let Mr. Bingen enter first. Cordy smiled at the scowl on Spike's face. Patting his cheek she closed the door.

His beady little eyes looked her over. She had pulled her long brown hair up into braided pigtails. Her brown plaid skirt brushed her thighs and the sheer green camp shirt showed off her emerald silk bra. She dug a pair of green knee socks out of Willow's drawer and wore brown healed loafer-styled shoes on her feet.

*****

Spike stood outside the door. He could hear the music playing and the little pervert's heart racing. Occasionally he would hear him call out. "Dance for Daddy."

"Bloody wanker," Spike muttered. He wanted to rip the door off the hinges, but he promised Willow and Cordy he would behave unless one of them said the code word.

Finally the music ended and he waited as he listened to the little man thank Kylia for a beautiful performance. Spike just rolled his eyes. When the door opened, he moved aside to let them out. The little man walked down the hall straightening his tie.

Cordy paused in front of the mirror to straighten her hair and button up her top.

"You okay?" Spike asked from behind her.

She jumped. "I hate that non reflection thing. A little nauseous, but I'm fine."

"Nothing evil about him?" he asked as he led her back to the main room.

"Just eww. He wanted to play dirty Daddy. Course you go for that kind of thing, don't you?" she laughed.

"Shut up and get back to work," he said as he swatted her tempting ass.

"Vaughn," Elise called as she knocked on the office door.

"Yes?" he said as he looked up from his computer.

"Tia didn't show up."

He laid his head on his desk. "What is with these girls?"

"I don't know. She didn't seem like a flake. Who are we going to put on tonight?" she asked as she sat on the edge of the desk.

"Daphane still out?" he asked as he looked up at the dancer.

"She can wait tables and lap dance, but she's not ready to strip yet."

"What about Scarlett or Kylia? You think they're ready?" he asked as he sat back in his chair.

"I'd say Kylia's got the lap dance down pretty good. She's really poplar. Why don't we give Scarlett a chance?" she suggested.

"Okay. I'll go ask her. I hope she has something ready," he muttered as he pushed away from the desk.

*****

Willow stood nervously backstage. She was waiting until Josie finished her act.

"Nervous?" a voice asked from behind her.

She spun around to find Vanya behind her. The tall blonde was dressed in a pin-stripped suit with a micro-mini skirt. "I think I'm more nervous about the dancing than taking my clothes off," she laughed.

"Don't worry about it. Just move to the music. Pretend you're stripping for you're boyfriend. He's one of the new bouncers isn't he?" she asked in her southern drawl.

"One of them, yeah." <More like both of them and Kylia,> she added silently.

"Just dance for him. You look great in black leather. Striking against you're pale complexion," she complimented.

The both stepped back as Josie pranced backstage. Her G-string filled with cash. "Break a leg," she said as she passed the red head.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Willow muttered.

"The Isis Club would like to present for her debut performance Scarlett," the DJ's voice called over the sound system.

Willow stepped out onto the dark stage. She stood with her back to the crowd. She stole Spike's leather duster which was a good thing since she didn't have much on underneath it. <Strip for Spike, Angel and Cordy,> she told herself as the music started. The drum beat started and she shifted her weight from foot to foot as Matchbox 20's Damn came over the sound system.
 

THIS OLD WORLD WELL

DON'T IT MAKE YOU WANNA THINK DAMN
 

Willow turned on the ball of her foot. She held the jacket closed as she took a step forward.
 

THIS COLD GIRL WELL

DON'T SHE MAKE YOU WANNA SCREAM, DAMN
 

She threw the jacket open and fall to her feet. Moving to the brass pole at center stage, she wrapped a leg around it and leaned back. Pulling herself upright she rubbed against the cold metal.
 

WHAT'S THE MATTER GIRL

DON'T YOU THINK I'M GOOD ENOUGH

THIS OLD HEART'S HAD A WHO LOT O BREAKIN' DOWN

SHE'S GOT ALL THESE REASONS IN HER HEAD
 

Spike watched her from the back of the room. He could feel her green eyes on him. She strutted down one side of the stage, teasing the customers. Her leather halter top pushed her breast up. He watched as she leaned down over one of the men. She reached up and pulled out the clip holding her hair off her neck. The long strands of her red wig fell into his face.
 

ALL THAT TIME SHE KNEW IF I LIED

YOU CAN BET SHE WILL

SHE'S TAKEN HER TIME 'TILL I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE

AND I CAN'T SIT STILL
 

Willow flung her hair over her shoulder and moved farther up stage. She knelt at the end of the catwalk and slid her hands up her thighs. Her short leather skirt rode up just an inch before she slid them back down.
 

THINGS GOT TURNED 'ROUND

DON'T KNOW WHERE I STARTED FROM, DAMN

CAN'T EAT, CAN'T SLEEP

COULD HAVE BEEN A BIGGER MAN, DAMN

WHAT'S THE MATTER GIRL DON'T YOU THINK I'M BRIGHT ENOUGH

THIS OLD MAN HAD A HARD TIME GETTING HERE

YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR NUMBER AT THE DOOR
 

Willow got to her feet. She moved to the brass pole at the foot of the stage. Leaning her bare back against it she slowly pulled at the zipper of her thigh high boots. With a jerk she pulled the zipper back up. Pushing away from the pole she moved up the opposite side of the stage.
 

AND THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL

YEAH THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL

WELL THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL

TO MAKE HER CHANGE HER MIND
 

Willow picked up the leather duster and wrapped it around her shoulders. She held the jacket closed as one hand pulled the zipper of her short skirt. With a jerk she pulled the leather free of her body and tossed it out in front of her. She slipped one arm through a sleeve and then the other. She fastened two of the jacket buttons to keep the coat closed. Willow flipped open on side of the coat to reveal a bare thigh above the leather boot.
 

THIS OLD HOUSE BEEN QUIET SINCE

YOU WENT AWAY, DAMN

MIXED UP FIXED OUT

DON'T FORGET WHO GOT YOU HERE, DAMN
 

WHAT'S THE MATTER WORLD

DON'T YOU SEE I OPENED UP

THIS WHOLE PART BEEN PLAYED BY ANOTHER MAN

I PULLED OUT THE REASON CARD INSTEAD
 

Willow reached behind her neck to pull the top tie of her halter, then she tugged the one wrapped around her stomach. She did a shimmy and the top fell to her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it behind. She began to work her way down the cat walk again. She'd bend over just enough to let the men see the tops of her creamy breasts. When they waived the cash for her she pulled aside the jacket so they could tuck the tens and twenties into the tops of her boots.
 

SAYS SHE CAN FIND

THE THINGS THAT MAKE UP A LIFE

I BET SHE WILL

SHE STAYS BEHIND, I COULD STAY HERE ALL NIGHT

I COULD STAY HERE UNTIL
 

UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL

YEAH THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL

WELL THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL
 

Willow made her way up to the curtains. With her back to the audience she unbuttoned the duster and let it drop below her shoulders. She turned her head to look at the back of the room.
 

TO MAKE HER CHANGE HER MIND
 

She dropped the jacket to her waist and a toss of her head she left the stage. Once back stage she leaned against the wall. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute.

"Scarlett. Damn!" the DJ's voice was barely audible over the cheering crowd.

"Can you believe it? She doesn't show them a damn thing and they love her," Candy said in awe. "Girl, you put the tease back in strip tease. Way to go." Candy waited until her cue to go on stage.

"Here are you're clothes," one of the stage hands said as he handed over the two pieces left on stage.

"Thanks," she said as she held the top of the jacket closed. She moved into the dressing area before taking off the coat. She quickly tied her halter into place and zipped up the skirt. She sat down to unzip her boots. Bills fell to the ground. She didn't bother to count them, but just stuffed them into Spike's jacket pocket.

Vaughn met her at the door to the main room. "Scarlett, I don't think I've ever seen a reaction like that. You were fabulous. Can you dance every night?"

"I guess," she said. Spike walked over to her. She handed him his jacket and went to relieve Daphane for a break.
 

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