“Please, Buffy….pretty please!” Begged Xander of his pretty blonde friend.

Buffy couldn’t stand his agony and pathetic whining anymore.

“Okay, enough! I’ll do it,” she snapped. And then wondered what the hell she’d let herself in for, when Xander gripped her in a bear hug of gratitude.

Oh, that’s right. She’d stupidly promised to dress up as a sexy nurse and surprise Xander’s shy friend with a birthday kiss.

“You promise me I only have to kiss him?” She asked worriedly, biting her lip.

Xander chucked her under the chin and let go of her,

“That’s all, my friend. Riley Finn is so shy of women it’s not true. He’ll have a heart attack as soon as you open your coat.”

Buffy couldn’t help smiling at Xander’s enthusiasm and insanely found herself quite liking the idea.

“And you’ll arrange ‘the meeting’ I’m supposed to have with him?”

Xander put up his hand, “Relax, I’ll arrange the whole thing….”

***

Buffy found herself alone in the lift up to the executive floor of Adamson and Giles law firm and she chewed her lip nervously. Beneath her raincoat, she wore a skimpy nurse’s outfit and cringed when she remembered trying it on. Her best friend, Anya, confirmed sex maniac, had lent it to her.

“Hmmm, you look like luscious fruit about to pop out. The man who sees you in this will want to jump you instantly and give you many orgasms,” she’d bluntly told Buffy.

Buffy had looked horrified at herself in the mirror. The tiny blue uniform was so tight across her uplifted breasts (courtesy of Wonderbra) that the buttons threatened to burst open, and the flared skirt barely covered her bottom. The little white apron with a red cross on was tied around her waist and emphasized how small it was. Her sensational legs were in stockings and high heels.

“I can’t wear this, Anya. He’ll think I’m a total slut, and I’m only meant to kiss him. Orgasms are of the not happening.”

Anya hadn’t seen a problem, “Nonsense. It’s very sexy and most men fantasize about it. Trust me. How do you think I got my last promotion?” She’d laughed.

Buffy had shaken her head. Anya was incorrigible.

“I’m going to kill Xander when I’m done,” she’d muttered quietly.

Now, she stood in the lift wondering why she’d owed Xander such a big favour that she’d promised to be a kiss-a-gram.

The lift doors opened and Buffy stepped out into the empty corridor lined by plush carpet. It was too late now. She had to go through with it.

Xander had told her that Riley’s office was down the far end on the left, so she slowly made her way down to it. The door was closed and looked forbidding, but Riley was supposed to be there at 2pm, on his own. Buffy glanced at her watch. She was one minute early, but what the heck? Time to get this over with.

She quickly looked down the corridor to check it was still empty, put her nurse’s cap on her hair, and knocked on the door.

A voice called, “Come in!” And Buffy entered.

***

Buffy stepped into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked up and saw a stunning man with bleached blond hair sat casually behind the desk. He gave her the once over and smiled predatorily,

“Can I help you, Sister?”

Buffy frowned and felt disconcerted for a minute. Riley Finn didn’t seem so shy to her. Then she shrugged. Maybe he was just putting on a façade. She smiled,

“It’s more that I can help you, Mr Finn. I’ve come to wish you Happy Birthday,” she said huskily and shrugged out of her coat.

She watched as Finn’s mouth had opened, about to say something, and then it had snapped shut as she’d dropped her coat.

Buffy walked seductively towards him, just as Anya had instructed and walked around the desk. She stared into brilliant blue eyes and almost panicked at the sheer desire in them. But she sat down on his knee, placed her hand on the back of his head and bought it down so that she could kiss him fully on the lips.

“Happy Birthday, Riley,” she breathed and then pulled back, ready to get up from his lap.

“That wasn’t a proper kiss,” he said and grabbing her to him, took her surprised mouth with his.

Buffy barely had time to finally register the British accent in which the man spoke and think it somewhat odd that Xander hadn’t mentioned the fact, when his mouth claimed hers. It was an expert kiss and made her toes curl. Hardly the kiss of a sexually inexperienced man as Xander had hinted Riley was.

She moaned as he deepened the kiss and invaded her mouth with his tongue. He gathered her even closer against him, his hand running up and down her back.

“What the hell are you doing, Buffy?” Shouted Xander.

Buffy broke free from the man’s mouth, looked at him with slightly glazed hazel eyes, before turning towards the door.

Xander was standing in the open doorway with another man, who was tall and broad and rather stupid looking. He looked a bit embarrassed at finding Buffy on someone’s lap in a sexy nurse’s outfit. It was glaringly obvious to the blonde that he must be Riley.

She turned back to the handsome kisser,

“You’re not Riley, are you?”

“No,” he confirmed unrepentant and amused.

“Oh, my God, “She groaned in horror and scrambled off his lap.

She hurried towards the door, bending over to pick up her coat as she did so and unintentionally flashing her scantily clad behind to the man in the chair.

Buffy glared at Xander, “I blame you for this!” She huffed and ran out of the office mortified.

In the deafening silence that followed, Xander cleared his throat,

“I’m gonna….erm….follow her,” he said and vanished too.

Riley looked at William Adamson,

“What was that all about?” He asked his boss.

‘Spike’ as he was known to his friends, stood up,

“I would say that Xander persuaded his friend to dress up as a naughty nurse and give you a Birthday kiss. Only, I was the lucky bloke to be here and she mistook me for you.”

“Oh,” said Riley and then looked worried,

“I want you to know, Sir, that I had no idea Harris had that planned and I don’t condone such behaviour.”

Spike grinned, “Don’t be such a regimented Wanker, Riley. It was just a bit of fun and you missed out there.”

And with that, Spike left Finn’s office, his mind on a certain little blonde bombshell and the hard on she’d given him. He forgot about what he’d come to see Finn about.

***

Xander had finally caught up with Buffy in the underground car park of the building.

“I’m sorry,” he said, as she quickly walked towards her car.

“Sorry doesn’t even cover it, Xander Harris. I didn’t want to do it in the first place and then I kiss the wrong man. How humiliating was that? And who was he anyway?”

“Erm…mine and Riley’s boss, one of the partners in the firm…” he squeaked.

“Oh great!” She fumed. That horny, yummy man was Xander’s boss? Could things possibly be any worse?

“I’m tempted never to speak to you again,” she snapped and fumbled in her bag for her car keys.

“Please forgive me, Buff,” he pleaded.

“You can go out with Anya,” she said evilly.

Xander groaned, “Oh, not her. She’s a nympho.”

“Yes, something I thought you’d be pleased about.”

“Yes, but she brings a whole new meaning to the word….”

“A date with Anya and we’ll call it quits.”

"Alright,” he grumbled and headed towards his own car, head down, feet dragging.

Buffy almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Then she turned back to her car and jumped when a voice drawled,

“Well, if it isn’t the naughty nurse!”

Buffy looked up to find Xander’s boss leaning casually against an adjacent car,

“Don’t do that!” She said, and then blushed when she thought about their kiss.

Spike thought it was adorable how she blushed, chewed her lip nervously and tightened the belt on her coat.

“Erm….I don’t….normally….erm…dress like this….obviously,” she babbled.

Spike knew that, but he was glad she had and he was glad she’d kissed him by mistake. Just holding her briefly in his arms had let him enjoy her beautiful body, barely concealed in the sexy outfit - and when she’d bent over! Well, he’d never seen such a tight little bum displayed in front of him and clad in a black lace thong. He had to have her.

“Show me again, Pet. Show me the sexy little nurse. It was wasted on Farm Boy Finn, but it won’t be on me.”

Buffy’s eyes widened incredulously,

“Are you crazy?” She blurted.

“No, Kitten. Just horny.”

Buffy couldn’t help smiling at that. She looked at the man in front of her and liked what she saw. And somewhere deep down inside, she felt a thrill at the idea of being a naughty nurse for him, in a car park where people might come upon them.

Spike watched as she slowly opened her coat and let it drop to the floor. Then he drank his fill of her. He looked at her stunning legs in high heels and stockings, her tiny flared skirt that barely covered her sexy arse; her tiny waist, and her breasts- across which the dress was so tight, the buttons were threatening to pop off.

Buffy revelled in his heated gaze. She might as well be naked before him it was so hot.

“You’re looking a little hot….?”

“Spike," he supplied.

“Spike,” she said huskily, “Would you like nurse to take your temperature?”

I’d like to rip your clothes off and give you a damn good rodgering, he thought.

“Yes,” he said out loud, playing the game.

Buffy slinked towards him, almost touching his chest with her breasts, then she reached up a hand and laid it on his forehead.

“Mmmm, very hot,” she announced, stressing the word ‘hot’ and making Spike’s blood boil at the sensual tone.

“Perhaps I should help you out of your clothes - help cool you down.”

Spike almost groaned at the intoxicating vanilla scent of her as she leant against him and helped him out of his jacket. Then her small hands were undoing his shirt buttons and Spike quickly found his shirt hanging open, revealing his muscled chest to her appreciative gaze.

"Hmmm. You’ve made nurse all hot now,” she said, looking up at him.

That did it.

“I’ll bloody show you hot,” he uttered, and pulled her hard against him, kissing her passionately.

Buffy moaned into his mouth and their tongues battled for dominance. She pulled back and giggled when he growled at her for biting his tongue.

“Minx,” he rasped.

“Now let’s get you out of this uniform.”

Buffy assumed he’d undress her, but Spike grabbed the neck of the dress and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere and the tattered remains fell from her body, leaving her standing there in her underwear and heels.

Spike grew rock hard at the sight of her in her stockings, skimpy thong and bra. Her breasts were pushed together and held up high by the black bra, offering him a cleavage he couldn’t help but admire. The bra also barely covered her nipples, which were stiff with excitement and he couldn’t wait to graze them with his teeth.

Buffy loved the effect she had on him and placed her hands on his bare chest.

“You’ve still got too many clothes on for nurse,” she purred and ran her hands over his muscles. She then tugged his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, and threw it carelessly to one side.

“Very nice,” she said. She was pleased to find that his chest and arms were just as beautiful as the rest of him.

“But still we need to take more off,” Buffy said matter of factly, as she undid his belt buckle and flies. She eased his trousers down over his hips, revealing more tanned flesh as she did so. Oh, he goes commando, she thought excitedly as she revealed his hard on. And obviously sunbathes naked as there is no tan line here.

Spike let his trousers fall down to his ankles and casually stepped out of them, completely unembarrassed about standing naked between two cars with a raging hard on.

Hazel eyes looked him over appreciatively.

“Mmmm, is that for me?” She asked, licking her lips in a pure porno film moment.

Spike grinned, “Oh, it’s all for you, Pet.”

Buffy ran a fingernail down the middle of Spike’s chest and abs and then grabbed his hard cock gently in her small hand.

“Always pick a girl with small hands.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and why is that?”

“It makes you look like you have a big dick,” he said.

She giggled, completely thrown by the comment.

“Well, I don’t think that’s the case with you, Spike. You’re a big man in every sense of the word.”

And with that Buffy sank to her knees in front of him and took as much of him as she could into her hot mouth.

Spike groaned at the feel of her mouth on him. He’d known it would be good between them, the minute she’d dropped her coat in Riley’s office.

Buffy sucked and licked his shaft, twirling her tongue around the head, while she pumped with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. She would rub her thumb over the tip and pull the foreskin back on her way down, and then suck slowly, making him groan.

“Jesus Christ, Pet!” Spike exclaimed and thrust his hips forwards, unable to help himself. Her mouth was heaven on his engorged flesh and it wasn’t long before he came in her mouth. He immediately felt guilty that he hadn’t warned her, but Buffy had swallowed it all and stood up.

“How’s my patient now?” She purred.

Spike grinned, “Your patient is ready to fuck his naughty nurse,” he told her and reached out to snap her bra open.

The black lace bra fell open and Buffy slid the straps down and off her arms.

Spike starred at her perfect breasts that were just begging to be kissed. He pulled her to him and reached out to fondle them. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing lightly at first, admiring the smooth and firm tanned skin. Then he pinched her taut nipples and smiled at her moan.

Buffy loved a man who knew how to perform foreplay, and it was wonderful to have one who seemed to instantly know that she liked having her breasts played with. He massaged and squeezed them; licked, sucked and bit her nipples until she was writhing against him, desperate for release.

Spike loved seeing the state she was in. He pinched both nipples extra hard, causing her to gasp in pain/pleasure and then he spoke, “Place your hands on the bonnet of your car and bend over with your bottom in the air and your legs spread.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow, before doing as he asked. She felt so sexy with this man and loved the thrill of making love in a public place.

Spike moved to stand behind Buffy, admiring her tanned and lithe body. Her pert little bum was high in the air and waiting for a spank, but Spike would wait a moment for that.

He snapped open her suspender belt and gently rolled down each of her stockings, caressing her magnificent legs as he did so. Then he pulled down her suspender belt and black thong.

Buffy felt her thong being slowly pulled down her legs and stepped out of it when it reached her ankles.

“Keep the shoes on, Luv,” his sexy voice ordered.

Buffy did and felt aroused at being bent naked over a car in just a pair of heels, about to be fucked by an extremely gorgeous guy.

Spike kissed his way up smooth, toned legs, up towards her musky smelling heat. God, she smelt wonderful. There was the tangy smell of her arousal mixed with vanilla and Spike couldn’t wait to taste her. But first he wanted to kiss her all over.

Buffy jumped slightly as she felt Spike lean over her and place the first warm, feather light kiss on her shoulder blade. Then she sighed in pleasure as he covered the back of her neck and shoulders in light kisses. It made the fine hairs stand on end and sent a shiver down her back.

No one had ever done this to her and Buffy found it an interesting and pleasant form of foreplay.

Spike covered her back in light kisses and smiled at her sighs and involuntary muscle spasms in response to his touch. Then his mouth moved slowly lower and his hands lightly caressed her bottom, before his mouth finally joined them.

Buffy jumped slightly in surprise at someone kissing her bottom, but found it pleasurable, as she felt her skin tingle in response.

Spike kissed each smooth globe of her bottom, before standing up. He reached between her spread legs and ran a finger along her wet cleft.

Buffy moaned in response,

“Don’t tease me,” she complained.

Spike laughed,

“My naughty nurse is very wet…”

A finger dipped inside her and came out coated in her juices,

“Very very wet,” he added, sounding pleased.

Then he bent over her and whispered in her ear, “I’ve got just the cure for that.”

Buffy shivered at his words and then grunted as he quickly impaled her with his hard cock.

Fuck he was big! She felt her muscles stretch to accommodate his size and then she pushed back to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

Spike almost came at his first thrust into her hot, wet core.

Being small, she was so tight around him and when the little minx squeezed him with her internal muscles, he struggled not to shoot his load. He wanted to make this last for the two of them.

Buffy yelped as a hard slap hit her left bottom cheek. Then curiously found herself growing wetter. The darker, passionate side of her clearly liked being spanked by a grown man. She felt like the naughty nurse she was pretending to be.

Another slap hit her right cheek.

“Aargh,” she grunted, but lifted her bottom even higher for him.

Spike grinned as he felt Buffy grow wetter around him. By her reaction she was obviously new to this in love play, but was enjoying it.

“Do you like that, my naughty little nurse? Do you like being spanked by me?

“Yes….nurse….loves…it,” she panted out, in between thrusts and spanks.

Heaven help me, but I’m depraved, she thought.

Spike spanked her bottom into a nice rosy hue, as he thrust leisurely in and out of her soaking heat.

Then he gently caressed her throbbing globes and she sucked in her breath at the wonderful sensation it caused. The spanking had brought her blood to the surface, so that her skin was much more sensitive when he lightly touched it with his palm.

Buffy almost came when he finally took pity on her impassioned state and rubbed her clit.

Spike loved the mewls she made and thrust even harder. God, she was incredible and he lost control.

Both climaxed and collapsed on the bonnet of the car. Spike quickly withdrew and moved away so as not to crush her. Buffy was incapable of moving. She could only groan.

“Oh, my god that was so intense. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. I don’t think I can walk.”

She looked sideways at Spike, who was coated in a fine sheen of sweat from their exertions. And he still looks wonderful, she thought, her heart racing from her orgasm.

Spike smiled, and then stood up, moving away from the car.

Oh, here we go. Mr Wham Bam Thank You M’am. You could at least say something to me, she thought.

What do I say to her now? It was incredible….she’s incredible, and I want to see her again? God, I suddenly feel like a schoolboy, thought Spike, as he started picking up his clothes.

Buffy bit her lip, and head downcast, slowly slid off the bonnet of her car. She saw that the only things she could wear were her underwear and her raincoat.

Spike cleared his throat, “So…erm..Buffy. I’d like to see you again.”

Buffy whirled around to face him, “Really?” She said, “You really want to see me again?”

Spike grew more confident at the pleasantly surprised tone in her voice. Although why such a beautiful creature should be surprised, he didn’t know.

“Yes, I really want to see you again. I think we’ve got something here, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she agreed, with happy grin lighting up her face.

Exchanging hot looks they put their clothes back on. Then Spike walked up to her.

“How about seeing me now?”

Buffy laughed, “Your place or mine?”

The End