Author's Note: Song lyrics from Tom Petty's Wildflower cut " Honey Bee"
Part 1
"Willow, I don't think this is such a good idea." Giles said, swallowing another shot of tequila.
"Look, this isn't my idea of fun either... I thought you would want to help me...." Willow exclaimed, knocking back a tequila shooter herself.
"It's not that I don't want to help...This whole thing could get out of hand... your reputation could be tarnished... Giles reasoned.
Willow giggled, " I think my reputation will be safe."
"Xander isn't going to like this." Giles continued, having another shot.
"I don't care what Xander thinks, he's not my keeper... Giles if you keep knocking back those shots your going to pass out.. you won't be of any use to me. Tonight is my last chance to.."
"All bloody right.... Let's just get this over with" He pulled up a chair close to the conference table.
"OK, I'll just change and be back in a jiffy, you'll start the music when I signal you?" She asked retreating from the room a duffel bag in hand.
Giles took another shot. The stereo system blasted the heavy bass and guitar undertone, setting
the windows to throbbing in time with the music.
'Come on now, give me some sugar'
Willow ran from the hallway used the oak chair at the end of the table
as a springboard. She launched herself forward, nearly curled up in a ball..
and she slid down the conference table on her silk clad legs. She stopped
herself three feet from the end of the table and raised herself up onto
her knees.
'Give me some sugar, little honey bee'
Giles inhaled sharply, this red-haired siren wasn't his shy little computer
hacker. He watched as she swung a shapely clad leg forward rocked her hips
and pushed herself up on impossibly narrow black spike covered feet.
'Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you'
Giles watched as Willow began to gyrate her hips in time to the heavy
bass. He picked up the damn bottle of tequila and took a swallow. His eyes
watched the creamy skin of her thighs peak out from between her silk cover
legs and the dark green miniskirt. "Feedback Giles... Feedback" she rasped already beginning to sweat in
the humid aid of August.
'Don't say a word 'bout what we're doing'
" Nice.. Nice.. " He replied huskily
"Come on now I'm not sure what I should do with my hands or how to shake
my breasts." She said mater of fact like she was asking for direction."
You been watching the other girl for almost two weeks now."
'Don't say nothing little honey bee'
Giles watched Willow's hips undulate in time with the music.
'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'
" Lean slightly forward as you rotate your hips back." He commented.
" Yes" " Lick your lips"
" Yes" he hissed.
'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'
"Put your legs farther apart, roll your shoulders forwards and bend
down to your waist.
Giles couldn't recall the last time he felt this aroused. As Willow
rolled her shoulders forward her crop top gaped displaying her an abundance
of her creamy breasts. The skirt rode up and it barely covered her femininity.
'She like to call me king bee'
Giles wanted to know what she had on under the skirt.
He rasped, " Now, throw your torso back and lean back with your arms
as if you're reaching for the floor."
As she did this he saw black lace panties, he though he might climax
in his pants. He was sweating. He saw sweat running down her taunt stomach.
~~~~~~~
Spike heard the loud music as he was at the end of the drive. Spike saw red. "What in the bloody hell is going on" He roared as he
rushed into the room, tearing off his black duster. Willow stood upright
and had a surprised look on her face.. "What are you doing here so early?"
she asked innocently.
Spike swore, " I live here! He snaked his arm up and caught Willow about
the waist and pulled her down off the table and thrust his coat at her.
" Put on some decent clothes" and continued to move towards Giles with
a murderous look on his face. " You perverted, wanker.. .taking advantage
of an innocent girl I'll...."
Spike's fist connected with Giles jaw, sending him flying to the floor.
Willow was yelling, " What are you doing.. stop your going to hurt him.."
as she trued to grab at Spike's fist that was about to smash Giles in the
face again. Although Giles reflexes had been dulled by the alcohol and
his brain functioning was slowly returning from his pelvis, he lashed out
with his feet at Spike sending him sprawling on his ass.
Willow took this as her opportunity to get between the two. She stood
looking down at Spike. He took in her half undressed state, the stockings
miniskirt and heaving black lace cover breasts he had seen the black thong
panties and her firm ass. The blood in his brain was shifting to his cock.
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
He jumped up, "Me! ME! , What the hell are you doing dancing around
acting like a cock tease?"
Part 2
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
He jumped up, "Me! ME! , What the hell are you doing dancing around
acting like a cock tease?"
" You really think so?" she replied a goofy smile upon her lips.
Spike's narrowed his blue eyes and stared at this erotic woman, he raised
his scarred eyebrow and grabbed this women by the shoulders and shook her.
" What have you done with Willow?"
Willow giggled; " have you been drinking?" she laughed.
" Hey, Hey.. Spike stop it, NOW. " Willow had levitated a large volume
of Demonology Today from the bookshelf and whacked Spike upside the head
with it.
" Owee" he yelled dropping Giles and turning towards her.
" Giles and I are NOT, I repeat NOT playing some sort of naughty sex
game. Jeez," Willow replied walking towards Giles prone figure on the floor.
Spike just stared at this scantly clad women who looked like Willow,
sounded like Willow but most definitely wasn't acting like the shy, blushing,
innocent girl he was used to. Willow leaned over and helped Giles get up.
Spike caught a flash of her pale ass cheeks. He growled slightly.
"Giles are you alright?" Willow asked helping him move to a chair. "Fine,
never better." He whispered.
"For your information, Giles was helping me practice for my new job
at Millennium." Willow replied.
"What?" " You think your going to work as a dancer at Millennium?" Spike
shook his head in disbelief.
" Over my dead body!" He roared.
" I guess that's not going to be a problem Deadboy!" She replied indignantly.
" I've already been hired by Nick, I'm over 18, and I'm going in undercover
to flush out this evil murdering demon bastard." So there she exclaimed
her resolve face inches from Spike's.
" Ha… you undercover as an exotic dancer, that's….so funny.." he laughed. " But you said I was a cock tease.. and Giles seemed to get into it."
She blustered.
Spike's blue orbs practically rolled back in his head to hear Willow
use the word cock. His jumped in response to her words and the image of
her dancing around made him even harder. His thoughts then shifted to the
smoky Millennium club and men leering and hooting and throwing money at
his Willow. " Are you listening to me" Willow asked poking him in the chest with
her finger.
" The three of you have been at that strip joint for three weeks, since
the day Buffy went to Europe watching, drinking and investigating the murders.
I've played reliable net girl, sorted through suspects' garbage, hacked
into files, bank records and so far not one solid lead. The three of you
have been there at the club and three more women have been killed in the
mean time."
" You are not going to be number five, Willow!" Spike grabbed her by
the arms and glared into her flashing green eyes.
" I have to try and stop this." " Carol Thompkins was in my computer
science class at Sunnydale University, she was trying to make ends meet…
I know what the monster did to her the forensic report said she was raped,
burned, mutilated repeatedly for four or five days before she died." A
tear slipped from her eyes.
Spike recognized this caring compassionate girl; he drew her into his
arms and hugged her. " I know we all want this to stop but you can be a
better help from the outside." He said brushing her wild red locks with
his hand. " Right Giles,"
Giles was half-asleep in the chair, the alcohol and exertion seemly
taking their toll.
Willow felt a shiver run down her spine as Spike hugged her and brushed
her hair with his hand. She felt his breath on her cheek. "It's late, I should go home." She said softly. " Can Giles stay the
night here in the extra room?" "I'll help you get him to bed. " No," I'll
do it " I can… " Willow began.
" There is a manic on the loose and I'll see you home or else you'll
stay here with me." He snapped. "You weren't helping by encouraging the girl." Spike mumbled to Giles
as he lay him upon the day bed. Spike untied the Watcher's shoes and took
them off. " You've still got a bloody stake in your pants from the little
witch."
Spike went back into the living area; Willow came out of his bedroom,
looking like Willow.
She was wearing an oversized cotton tee shirt, and navy blue Capri pants.
She had those offensive day glow orange sneakers on her feet. Her hair
was still wild looking and her lips still had traces of red lipstick.
"Is Giles all right" she asked.
" Fine, Pet,"
" I'm going to do this Spike."
"It's late, let me take you home and we'll talk about it in the morning."
Luv.
His use of the word luv, sent another shiver down her spine. Willow
nodded her head and walked out of the mansion.
The car ride home was strained and quiet. Neither knew what to say.
Something had changed in their working relationship. Neither knew what
exactly except things felt different between them, the air was more charged.
Spike stopped in front of her house. " Are your parents home?" he asked.
"No, there out of town as usual." "Night" she said slipping out of the
car and heading for the door.
" Hey," Spike opened the car door and followed her to her door. "I'm
fine, thanks" Willow said giving Spike her Willow smile, " Do you want me to come in and check things out.. make sure everything's
locked up?" he asked. " Night Red" he said softly to himself. He walked back to his car and
sat there several minutes and watched the light go on in her bedroom. Spike sat in his car until just before sunrise keeping watch on the
Rosenberg house.
Part 3
Spike paced, It was 11:00 a.m., where the bloody hell was everyone?
Well, the damn pervert was probably still sleeping it off, Where was Willow
she never late… what if..>
"Hey Spike, where is everyone?" Xander asked shoving a chocolate donut
in his mouth. He looked around and plopped down at the conference table.
" Club Millennium was dead last night, Nick had given the other girls the
night off with the most recent murder so nothing was happening… get this"
Xander said getting up moving closer towards Spike, " Nick said he hired
this hot new babe to replace Carol, a sexy redhead, he said she's got the
tightest ass and although he usually hires women with bigger tits, he says
she got nice little handfuls and lips that just beg to suck a man's c…"
Xander never finished his sentence as Spike in full game face wrapped his
hands around Xanders throat and proceeded to squeeze the life out of him.
Willow entered the living room at that moment; " guy's can't you save
it for recess."
Spike let go of Xander; well the dumb bullock doesn't know he was talking
about his best friend, he'll agree with me once he knows.
Xander managed to croak out, " I so don't want to know what crawled
up your ass and died, man." and moved further away.
Giles whose head felt like it was going to explode, had walked in the
room from the hallway as Xander was describing the new dancers attributes,
and Giles was visualizing everything just as Xander described, as he replayed
Willow's performance.
" Giles," Xander caught sight of him as he walked into the room, momentarily
distracted from Spike's attack as he took in the watcher's black eye and
swollen jaw, and unkempt appearance. Did he sleep in those clothes? " What
happened to you?" he asked.
" Giles, you look like shit." Willow said empathetically moving towards
him. " I warned you not to drink so much." She touched his jaw and titled
his face, " You could use some ice and I bet some ibuprofen." " "I'll get
you some." She offered and left the room.
" It looks like I missed something, last night" Xander commented, "
Fill me in?"
"Xander, the new dancer Nick hired is Willow." Giles said softly.
" Willow who?" Xander asked innocently.
" OUR WILLOW YOU STUPID MORON!" Spike yelled
" Can you please not yell." Giles rasped his eyes watering from the
internal cranial pressure.
Willow walked back into the room at that moment with an ice pack, water
and painkiller. Xander looked at his best friend, as she walked across
the room towards Giles, stripping away her baggy denim coverall shorts.
He looked her up and down.
Spike watched Xander's expression as he went from looking at Willow
to leering at her hungrily. " WOW, Nick was so right, he sure can pick
em."
Spike smacked Xander up side the head. " Willow is not going to be dancing
at the club."
"Giles tell them to stop fighting, we've got so much work to do before
tonight" Willow pleaded. She moved towards the back of the room and dragged
an easel with various charts graphs and data toward the center of the room.
Giles though he might pass out from the pain at the noise the easel
made as she dragged it over the stone floor.
" So what does your outfit look like Wills?" Xander asked drooling.
"Willow will not be working at that club!" " Have you people all gone
mad?" Spike exclaimed.
"Spike can you sit down your pacing is distracting me?" Willow asked
" You want your best friend to be parading her naked ass round some
skanky club for perverts like yourself to leer at and hit on her… not to
mention act as bait for a sadistic killer?" Spike quipped
" Well when you put it that way.. Wills Spike does make a point I don't
think this is one of your best ideas." Xander said.
" How many more women have to die, Xander, this isn't like me acting
out some hidden fantasy you know, " OK, I'm in." Xander sat back down in a chair facing the easel.
" What,?" Spike sputtered just like that.
" Man, she's got her resolve face on. Once you see that face, it's all
over nothing and I mean nothing can stop her trust me, I've seen it going
on 14 years now." Xander explained
" Now," Willow began to lecture pointing at the chart, " lets review
the details of each murder and what common threads we know about them."
Spike sat down in a chair, at stared at the little witch, Part 4
Spike sat an listened to Willow review the evidence or lack there of
they had uncovered in the Millennium murders. The only common thread so
far was that each of the four victims had been exotic dancers at the club.
Each of the four girls was different in looks, ages and backgrounds. The
killer apparently kidnapped them from their home, without any apparent
sign of struggle. The victims were taken to some unknown location and tortured
and sexually brutalized for days on end. Their bodies were then dumped
in four different locations throughout the city.
Willow had managed to hack into the police files of Sergeant Ballais.
She had downloaded his case notes and forensic evidence of the crime scenes
and evidence found on the victims. So far no one knew where the victims
died. Their bodies terribly brutalized, had not turned up any blood, semen,
bite marks or latent fingerprints of the killers. However, the bodies were
burned and cut up in numerous places in what the police hypothesized was
the killer's way of destroying forensic evidence such as teeth marks. The
women's oral cavities were all secreted with some type of acidic solution
which police believed neutralized any semen or blood samples from the killer.
The secretion was the same in all victims
Giles hypothesized that these secretions found in the victims, mouth
anus and vagina was actually a demons ejaculate. Thus he had Willow investigating
demon biology, sexual habits and perversions.
The police didn't have any leads either but Sergeant Tim Ballais was
undercover also hanging out at the club. Giles, Xander and Spike had been
frequent patrons of the club for the last three weeks in search of any
clues or suspicious characters. Willow then investigated the characters
whom the men thought might be involved: the bartender Sam Malone; the bouncer
Andy Sipowitz; Nick Knight club owner and ex-porn star; Niles Crane a patron
that works as a psychiatrist during the day; the detective Tim Ballais;
and Alex Krycheck some sort of government spook.
So far Willow had investigated the lives of these six men. She had hacked
into their library cards and reviewed what kinds of books they read. She
sorted through their garbage and knew things like what they liked for breakfast
and what brand of toothpaste and condoms they preferred. She checked their
bank records, medical files, and high school grades. So far each of the
men had alibi for at least two of the murders. She had learned some very
interesting things about each of these men but none appeared to be the
killer. None appeared to be demons either. Giles and Spike believed this
monster was a demon.
" So, Detective Ballais last crime scene analysis of Carol Thompkin
apartment, hasn't turned up an evidence." Willow lectured.
" Willow, has your investigation into the lives of the victims, turned
up any things they might have had in common?" Giles asked, rubbing his
temples.
" No I've scrutinized their lives much the same way I have the male
suspects and so far the only connection I've found or Detective Ballais
has found is that they all worked at the club." She replied.
" So Wills what's the plan for tonight?" Xander asked rubbing his hand
together. " Do we get a preview of your costume?"
Spike growled, " Willow your really not going to go through with this
are you Pet?" "Xander, Giles, one of us has been at the bloody club ever
night since the second murder and we're not any closer to catching the
demon, and we've not been able to save the other two victims. "Letting
Willow get with 1000feet of that place is just crazy."
" I agree that Willow is taking a grave risk, but she has been in danger
before; and particularly during this investigation between our stake outs
at the club and our staking vamps in Buffy absence, she has been in danger
of the killer finding out her investigating him." Giles stated.
"Wills gotta have a plan?" " Don't you Will?" Xander grinned.
" Actually yes, I told Nick that my parents cut me off with my funding
for school because they didn't approve of my boyfriend, thus I need the
job." " My boyfriend will hang out at the club to keep an eye on me, thus
my success with the ' look but don't touch rule'. " So Xander are you up
to the job as my disreputable boyfriend." She asked.
" Oh yeah baby, I'm up" he smirked
"NO, NO, that little fleck of fly poop couldn't be your back up if your
life depended on it and it bloody well does. Spike challenged.
" Hey, I can handle myself and keep the perverts from Wills." " I would
die before I let anything bad happen to her." Xander stood up and glared
down at Spike.
"That's the problem mate with you dead who keeps her safe?" he asked
pointing at Willow.
" Spike has a point," Giles chimed in. " Perhaps I should be her ..er..
protector."
Spike rolled his eyes, " Yeah I beat the crap out of you with one hand
hand last night mate."
" So Spike does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?" Willow asked
teasingly.
"Yes, .. I mean.. I'll be your shadow, you'll not leave my sight not
for an instant, and if you don't listen to me and do something too dangerous
I'll lock you up…I swear on my undead life… and furthermore.. I think you'll
need to be making some last minute changes in that scanty outfit of yours…"
he continued.
Part 5
The tension was thick in the car. Willow's butterflies had butterflies.
Willow sighed heavily
Spike had been brooding all day. Spike heard her sigh, " Having second thought?" he hoped.
" No, but.. I am a little nervous she admitted."
"You don't have to do this Luv,"
" I don't have to, but Spike I made a decision when Faith kidnapped
me, when she held a knife to my throat that if I die I would die fighting
evil and that my life would have been worth something. I survived, I made
a conscious choice to fight evil and make the world a better place. I can't
sit back because like a scared little mouse anymore." She explained.
Spike reached over and took her hand, " Cor, your one of the bravest
people I know."
" Thanks" she smiled and blushed. She felt tingly all over. Spike pulled into the Millenium parking lot. Willow got out of the car
and Spike watched her as she wobbled across the pavement on those damn
three inch spiked heels making her ass sway seductively. He followed her
into the club, and hung back in the shadow of the entranceway.
Willow walked towards the bar. She smiled at Nick who was sitting at
the end of the bar, smoking and sipping a drink.
" Hey kid, ready for your first performance?"
" Sure Nick, " she said with more confidence then she felt.
" Hey she said looking up into Sam's face" " I'm Willow," she said reaching
across the bar holding out her hand.
The middle aged bartender, gave the redhead his patented smile and took
her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them ever so slightly.
Willow pulled her hand back nervously
" Drink" He asked.
" No thanks, I need to get ready" she said moving past Nick wrestling
with her duffel bag.
Nick reached out and patted her ass as she walked by.
Spike watched the entire scene he noted the two men ogling Willow's
ass as she shimmied into the back of the club; they were so preoccupied
they hadn't heard him until he was upon them.
Spike grabbed Nick's wrist in a vice like grip, " Listen mate, that
women is mine!" Spike rumbled low in his throat. " Either one of you get
any funny ideas about her, or put one finger on her and I'll rip you up
in so many pieces no one will be able to put you back together, got it."
" Easy man," Nick laughed " Willow said her parents didn't approve of
her boyfriend, why I think they misjudged you." " Drink, Spike?"
Nick made it a point to familiarize himself with his regulars and he
had noted this blond man to be hanging round the club for the past several
weeks. Nick rubbed his wrist, Willow had caught sight of Spike out of the corner of her eye as she
was turning down the hallway to the dressing rooms. She saw him grab Nick's
wrist and glare at both him and Sam. She didn't hear what he said though. "No thanks," he replied I'll have a coke. Sam laughed, "Your kidding right?"
" No, mate, the little women hates it when I drink.. So I kinda told
her I'd take a break for a while." He answered.
" Don't tell me Willow withholds sex to keep you in line. She must be
pretty damn tight." Nick chuckled.
Spike felt his cock twitch, at Nick's use of the words Willow, sex,
tight in the same sentence.
Spike picked up the coke and laid his money down on the bar and retreated
to a table in the back of the bar.
Willow, started changing into her costume. Her thought drifted back
to Nick, she was still a bit surprised with how short he was in real life.
Two weeks ago as part of her research she had late night, rented one of
his porno flicks. She giggled through half the thing. Women seemed to just
look at his character and strip naked and beg to be fucked. Willow couldn't
believe the size of the women's breasts in the film. One women's breasts
looked as hard as ceramic, they didn't jiggle or shake and the way Nick
was pounding into this women well, Willow didn't think even silicon could
be that firm. She also was kinda amazed at the size of his member; She
stopped the tape a few times and tried to figure out if it was real, some
prosthetic or some digital enhanced trickery. She finally guessed the later,
way too big to be real. Willow flushed remembering the erotic dreams she
had that night after being bombarded with the sexual images. She started
dreaming that Nick was kissing her, but the dreamscape changed and Spike
was all naked in full game face, kissing her breast and Willow was begging
him to 'Fuck her Hard' like the women in the movie. He did and she felt
him pump into her and shoot his seed and bite her neck and she then woke
up so wet and unfilled she was cranky the whole next day, that Xander busted
on her about PMSing. An older woman entered the dressing room as Willow was putting on her
makeup.
"Hi, I'm Tami" she said moving towards an old leather couch.
Willow smiled; Tami caught Willow's puzzled look; " I'm the waitress." " Your new right?"
she asked starting to strip.
Willow looked away, and turned back to the mirror, " Yeah my name is
Willow, nice to meet you Tami."
" Have you worked here long?" Willow asked her hands shaking slightly
as she tried to apply lip liner.
" Yeah about a month," Tami replied. " This your first gig?" she asked
noting Willow's nervesouness.
" Yeah, I've never done this before, in front of a anyone and to make
matters worse my boyfriend is here>" she blurted out.
" Listen kid, don't sweat it, Tune out the crowd, the noise, and pick
out one guy, pretend like your dancing just for him, only him." The other
guys all pick up on the concentration vibe and each fantasies that your
dancing for him only, drives em crazy, try it." Tami said and she left
Willow alone.
Part 6
Spike had downed his third coke; he looked around the club it was filling
up. Spike looked at his watch for what must have been the one-hundredth
time. Willow was checking out her butt in the mirror. Nick moved to the floor at the end of the stage. Spike heart started
to beat in his chest, " Welcome everyone, it's my pleasure to introduce to you a beautiful
young women who will set you on fire with desire, Willow:
The stereo system blasted the heavy bass and guitar undertone, setting
the floor vibrating in time with the music. Tom Petty belted out seductively:
'Come on now, give me some sugar'
Willow ran from the hallway used the springboard at the end stage to
launch herself up and forward. She slid down the stage on her silk clad
legs. She stopped herself three feet from the end of the table and raised
herself up onto her knees, held her arms straight up into the air and threw
back her mane of red hair.
'Give me some sugar, little honey bee'
Willow swung a shapely clad leg forward rocked her hips and pushed herself
up on the impossibly narrow black spike covered sandals.
Willow lowered her arms and raised her head and her green eyes locked
on to Spike's blue one like lasers.
'Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you'
Spike's heart started to beat in tempo to Willow's hip gyrations. His
eyes watched the creamy skin of her thighs peak out from between her silk
cover legs and the dark green miniskirt rise and fall in syncopation with
the heavy bass beat of the music. Spike felt like he was standing in the
bright sunlight. Her eyes looked into his, he dropped his gaze to follow
her hands as they traveled seductively over her creamy breasts as they
peaked out from a black lace half bra, covered by a short green crop top,
and caressed her taught stomach.
He was going to burst into flames at any minute from her heat.
'Don't say a word 'bout what we're doing'
His eyes moved back up to meet her jade gems. She licked her red lips
and slowly ran her hands down her green silk covered thigh. She kept twisting
and moving her hips mimicking the movement of lovemaking. Spike could imagine
her moving her hips like that for him as he thrust into her. Sweat broke
out on his forehead, and he thought he might bust the zipper on his pants.
She rotated her long stocking clad legs in a circle thus moving her
enticing ass towards the audience.
'Don't say nothing little honey bee'
Spike moved his hand to try and adjust his too tight pants, His eyes
bugged out slightly as she spread her legs farther apart and bent down
flashing her black lace covered ass. He narrowed his eyes feeling slightly
betrayed because the full lace panties were so sheer; he could see the
crack of her tight ass.
'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'
Willow stood back up and continued to pulsate her ass in time to the
music and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
'Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister'
'She like to call me king bee'
Willow pulled open her green crop top and held it open, then she started
to slide it down one of her slender arms. She tossed her hair back over
that same shoulder and her eyes once again met Spike's.
Willow mimicked her movement with her other shoulder and let the shirt
pool at her feet.
She quickly faced forward holding cupping her hands over her breasts.
Spike's eyes cried out to her his desire to take one of her pert nipples
in his mouth.
Willow winked one of her green eyes at him. His cock twitched violently
and he shut his eyes until he was in control.
He opened his eyes to see Willow arching her torso back exhibiting her
black lace covered mound for a fraction of a second but the image burned
into his brain. She shot her back straight up and raised her arms in the
air. Her breasts were heaving against their tight black constraints. He
could see her nipple and areolas through the material. He bit down on his
own lip and nearly vamped out.
The music abruptly stopped and Willow turned once again her back to
the audience, she looked over her right shoulder, brought her right hand
up to her lips and blew him a kiss turned and slinked off stage on her
high heels.
The audience was wild, hooting and hollering. Spike sat stiffly in his
chair, Willow went backstage and collapsed in a chair. Willow was able to tune
out the noise of the other patrons and she did as Tami suggested danced
only for him. She felt so hot and swore she felt his eyes caress her body
as she danced for him. Part 7
Spike sat at the table suffering an extreme case of PTSD (post-tumescent
sexual discomfort). He didn't think he had ever gotten this aroused without
at least some physical stimulation. Spike moved farther back into the dark alley. His minds eye still blinded
by visions of her. He slowly unzipped his pants and freed himself with
a groan. He gripped his member tightly and took a deep breath as he envisioned
himself buried in her and his semen exploded forcefully. Willow was giving herself a pep talk. The thin, slightly balding man was waving at her. She smiled and walked
over towards him. "Hello Willow, I'm Niles, care to join me for a drink?"
Willow smiled, and sat down. Willow knew from her research that this was
the least likely suspect. She knew that he had moved to Sunnydale just
over a month ago because the women he loved was going to marry someone
else. She knew he was a psychiatrist and that he might be useful in getting
into the mind of the killer. "I really enjoyed you dancing" he gushed his
face pink.
" Thank you," Willow felt suddenly shy.
" You're new" he commented
" Yeah, I've never done anything like this before but.. my folks cut
me off and I needed money for school." She replied.
"Well you were splendid, dear," " As a matter of fact as I watched you
I couldn't help think how lovely you would look in a pearl necklace." He
smiled.
" Ah thanks," she smiled.
" I'd really live to give you one Willow, he said touching her hand."
Spike had exited the bathroom and gone looking for Willow backstage, He saw Willow shake her head and the skinny bloke had his hand on hers.
Spike strode over scowling, " Willow felt a shiver go up her spine as she felt Spike cool hand grip
her waist. Spike felt his member reawaken, he let go of Willow. Spike walked toward his table and Willow followed. The detective winked
at her, she smiled back. " So did you see anyone new here tonight?" she asked Spike.
Her green eyes intoxicated him, he looked away his eyes moving about
the lounge, " No same old same old." He replied.
" So.. what did you think about..."
His blue eyes reconnected with hers and she swallowed hard,
"...the Mets loosing in extra innings.." she babbled foolishly
" What?" he asked puzzled.
" Nothing" she looked down and picked at her red nailpolish.
She stood up, "I think I'd like to talk to Detective Balliass, before
I call it a night."
He stood up.
" I think I might get more out of him alone." She grinned.
He sat down and he watched her ass sway temptingly as she moved towards
his table.
" Hello, mind if I join you?" she asked.
He gave her a tooth grin, " Please, can I get you a drink?" he asked
politely.
" Yes, I'd like an ameretto and diet Pepsi please" she asked shyly.
Tim waved Tami over and placed their order. Tami winked at Willow.
" So, your new." He commented.
Spike was glaring at the detective waiting for him to put his hands
on her. His cell phone rang. He dug into his leather jacket on the back
of the chair.
" What" he growled.
" Spike, Giles"
"Yeah"
"I'm calling to check on everything." " Did Willow dance?" Giles asked
his voice tight.
" She bloody well did" Spike snapped.
" Any luck in finding out anything more?" Giles asked
" No" Spike was distracted by the watcher, why is she smiling at him,
Oh now he made her laugh, " this isn't good" he mumbled out loud.
" What isn't good" Giles asked.
" Nothing, everything.. Look I need to keep a close eye on Willow she
is talking to some jerk whose practicality undressing her with his eyes
and I need to be focused. Willow and I will meet you at the usual time
tomorrow." he hung up on Giles before he could reply. Willow and Tim both
stood up, she shook his hand and sauntered back towards him. She yawned,
" Goodness Spike I'm tired do you think we could call it a night.
" Certainly pet,
" Do you want me to get your stuff?" he asked.
" No, I've stored it in a locker for tomorrow." She answered.
The ride to her house was once again strained.
Spike wanted to tell her how hot she was, how hot she had made him. They pulled up into her drive and Willow got out. " Thanks Spike."
He got out, and walked her to the door, " Gee you didn't have to.."
she said feeling all tingly at how polite he was.
He touched Willow's arm, " I'll be staying with you."
" What" her mind screamed and her body felt flushed.
"The killer has taken the victims from their home. You have set yourself
up as the next likely victim.. I meant what I said about you not being
alone."
" Oh" she responded somewhat disappointed.
Willow unlocked the door. "God, my feet are killing me" she winced as
she bent over to slide off the killer shoes. " Ouch" she limped over to
the couch.
"Let me just unkink my toes and I'll make up the guest room K?"
He sat next to her, " here let me help and pulled her feet up into his
lap."
" Oh" she squealed in suprize and " Oooo" she moaned deeper as his strong
hands massaged her aching feet.
" Oh that feels so good," she laid back on the couch and closed her
eyes, " I never knew you had such talented hands." She gushed.
she thought. She giggled, "Hey that tickles"
He caressed her arched with the palm of his hand.
" Oh my God" that feels so good." "MMMM yes "she hissed.
Spike was getting aroused listening to her. He felt a flush of pride
that he could make her respond to his ministrations.
He ran his fingers between her toes
" Oh Oh.." she hiccuped... "I never thought dancing was such hard work.."
" You were very good," he said huskily
Willow felt the heat he was creating in her feet move like lightening
up to her core. "It's funny how the men responded," she said.
" What" he asked suddenly feeling all jealous?
" Some guys acted really shy towards me and others asked me out and
the psychiatrist wanted to buy me jewelry." She explained.
" What did he say exactly?" Spike asked in concern.
Willow giggled, he kept saying he wanted to give me a pearl necklace"
Spike crushed her foot in his hand. " OWEEE...Hey that hurts" she squealed."
" Sorry, Luv," as he let go and tried to sooth her tired feet once again.
" Bloody pervert, You stay away from him." Spike growled.
" What's the matter?" Willow opened her eyes and looked down the couch
at him
" I told him I didn't except gift, although he said he really wanted
to give me a necklace."
Willow saw the anger on Spike's face, " What?" she asked.
" Spike, what the matter?"
" He didn't want to give you jewelry." He snapped.
" But he said..."
He cut her off, " He a little pervert stay away from him.
" I don't understand..." " Oh.. was it something sexual he meant?" she
asked curiosity
" Never mine"
"Well you know what he meant I want you to tell me." She said.
He looked at her and saw that damn resolve face, "It nothing " he said using his palm on her other foot. She rolled her
eyes in pleasure, " Nice try with the distraction mister... Tell me I'm
not some blushing virgin you know.." Spike's hands stilled on her feet. He knew that she had dated the werewolf
for over a year and although he was out of the picture he assumed that
they had been intimate.
" Is it really disgusting then?" she quickly babbled trying to cover
up her verbal faux pas.
Spike decided to ignore her questions.
" If you won't tell me I'll ask Giles or Xander," she said flippantly
He laughed, " I like to see the watchers face.. " he then growled..
Don't be giving the puppy any ideas."
" I'll look it up on the web. Don't tell me."
"Its when a man..." Spike couldn't meet her eyes. He stared at a spot
on the wall above the television.
" It's when a man... comes...
" All men come... eventually...," she said nonchalantly like they were
discussing what to watch on TV.
Spike cleared his throat and started over, " It's when he comes on a
women's breasts." He said softly.
"OH, Oooo" her toes curled convulsively in his hands as she had a visual
image of him bathing her in his.. "Oh" she repeated softly. Willow's face flamed and she felt her nipples
were rock hard, Spike was rock hard. He kept rubbing her feet because if he stopped
he thoughts he would grab her ravish her right on the bloody couch no matter
what she said or did. He heard her sigh. He looked at her at she was asleep. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep. He was dreaming she was
rubbing her hands against his cock. He woke up and felt her against him.
His eyes flew open and he realized it was her tiny feet kneading against
him. Willow was dreaming that Spike was making passionate love to her she
was asking him to give her...
A loud crash woke her with a start.
Spike came out of his passion-induced stupor.
Willow felt her feet pressed up against his very large erection
Spike jumped up off the couch, hoping he could still walk.
" What was that she stammered?"
Part 8
Spike jumped up off the couch.
"What is it?" Willow said.
"Stay here," he commanded as he moved towards the kitchen door.
Willow noted he was walking kinda funny. Willow rolled off the couch, grabbed a hidden stake, crucifix and holy
water from underneath the entertainment center and headed after Spike.
She slowly opened the back door and peered outside she held up the cross
and stealthily moved out the door. Her eyes didn't see anything out of
the ordinary nor did they see, Spike. Willow felt something grab her wrist painfully and she dropped the cross,
she was grabbed about the waist and half shoved, carried back into the
kitchen.
She lifted her eyes to see her assailant and saw Spike in full vamp
mode, yellow-eyed and furious.
"I told you to wait inside, damn it!" he growled. Her ass and legs collided
with the dishwasher. Spike was gripping her waist painfully and his body
was pressed up against hers. Her hands were trapped between their bodies;
one was resting on his firm stomach, the other his hard chest.
"What in the bloody hell did you think you were doing?" he snarled.
A tremor ran through Willow's body, not because of his visage or anger
but in response to his close proximity.
Spike felt it and stepped back releasing her, his human face returning.
His blue eyes flashed, " Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"No" her voice trembled slightly. " I thought you might need my help."
She asserted meeting his glare with one of her own.
He ran a shaky hand through his short hair. " Pet, I can bloody well
take care of myself, what if I was the murderer?" " YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES
TO HIS VICTIMES!" Spike yelled.
"I'm not loony child like.." she bit off" Dru " ...that needs to be.."
He interrupted her and yelled, " GO TO BED WILLOW, JUST GO TO BED!"
Willow felt like she was going to cry. She wasn't sure exactly why;
she turned and bolted to her room. Spike stood in the kitchen clenching and unclenching his hands. ~~~~~~
Outside in the shadow of an elm tree the murderer smirked, ~~~~~~~~
Willow threw herself on her bed. Willow sighed and buried her face in
her pillow and cried out in frustration.
She fell into a restless sleep. She was awoken by a sharp rapping at
her door. She sat up sleepily; it was still dark.
"What..?"
"Willow, it's me.. I have to get back to the mansion before sunrise..."
She opened her door and looked up at him.
He noted her mussed hair stuck to her face.
His hand moved without thought and brushed it off her cheek, " ... the
house is locked up tight and promise you'll stay in and Giles will be back
to get you about 11:00" he said softly.
She nodded sleepily and without thinking leaned forward and gave him
a soft kiss on his cheek, " thank you" she mumbled and stumbled back to
bed.
He stood frozen in her doorway,