Title: Stripper Wicca
Author: Wildecate
Email: Wildecate@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After vanishing from Sunnydale after a fight with Buffy and Xander, Giles finds Willow working in a most unusual place.

Willow sighed. There had to be an easy way to get out of this. There had to be. You would think that someone with the skills she had, the computer thing not to mention the Wicca thing would be able to find job. But here she was stuck in a different country with no money and no job. Her passport and clothes were stuffed into a small bag together with a small book of spells and her laptop. She had soon learnt to pack fast and also learned not to care about what she was leaving behind.

It had been over five years since she had left Sunnydale and nearly two since she had left America. Travelling had seemed like a good idea to get away from it all, away from all the pain and hurt that living in Sunnydale seemed to cause. The final row that she had with Buffy and Xander had pretty much sealed her decision and that night she had packed a bag and left the room she shared with Buffy and the Sunnydale campus behind her. Willow tried not to think about it too much now. She had carried on studying Wicca but other than that she had made it her rule to look the other way. Of course she couldn’t always do that but most of the time she could spot a vampire a mile away and at least across a crowded room. There were as many here in London as there had been everywhere else she had visited.

And now here she was, wandering through the seedier section of Soho and wondering precisely how she was going to get out of this mess. She could always sell her laptop but that was a last resort and Willow paused for a moment and looked at the billboard advertising a strip club. There was no need for last resorts just yet.

Across an ocean and many many miles away Buffy Summers was arguing with her Watcher. Giles had been reinstated some time ago with the only condition being that he had to send regular reports on vampire activity, Buffy’s training and how her powers were changing with her age. Buffy had soon worked out the fact that most Slayers didn’t make it to 18 and the fact that she was pushing 23 was actually a bit of a miracle. She didn’t mind though. As the years passed she felt that she was getting stronger and more skillful. Xander too had grown up with her, helping Giles with her training and although he would never be as strong as she was, he was now a competent fighter and able to hold his own in battle.

"I don’t want you to go" Buffy said petulantly. "What happens if they don’t let you come back?"

She was being silly and she knew it. There were rules to this game that they were playing and Giles had convinced her that it would be just as easy to play by them as not. What it did mean was that Buffy had the support of the Council again and Giles’ invaluable chain of contacts had been reestablished.

"So, London" she said twisting her hands. "And it’s just a conference with the Council and you’ll be back the next day?"

"Buffy, we’ve been through this. I’ve got some family matters to take care of. I’ll be back next week. Everything will be fine. Stop panicking." Giles picked up his bag and brushed his lips over her cheek.

"I’ve got to go. My flight’s at 11. I’ll call when I get there."

She nodded. Xander was driving Giles to the airport and he wanted to get an early start.

"One more thing" Buffy caught at his arm. "I heard a rumour..."

Giles smiled down at her. He knew what was coming.

"I’ve heard the rumour. I’ll keep my eyes open for her."

The rumour was that Willow was in England. When Giles had been accepted back into the Council the first thing he had done was contact all of his old sources to try and track down Willow. There had been no trace of her at all. Occasionally they heard something and would pass it on but nothing concrete, nothing worth following up. It had been a couple of weeks ago when a friend had rung him, told him that the red haired witch he was looking for was in town and was a lot more powerful that Giles had informed them. She had blasted a couple of demons to bits before disappearing down an alley way too fast to be caught. She had been seen around the city, mostly in the Soho area and Giles had not elaborated to Buffy what Soho was famous for. It had occurred to him some time ago that Willow might well be stuck with no way of getting home and no money. Despite the fact that she was a highly intelligent girl, that was the point. She was a girl, a young woman with no paper experience. She might have resorted to anything to try and survive.

After Giles had finished at the Council’s headquarters he took a cab to his hotel and instantly fell into a deep sleep. It had been a long flight and the Council car which had picked him up from the airport took him straight to the Council offices without giving him a chance to recover or to let the jetlag catch up with him.

It was dark when he awoke refreshed from the long sleep. Glancing at the clock he realised that it was just the right time to do some exploring.

The cab dropped him on Shaftesbury Avenue and seemed to cost the earth. Everything had changed since he had last been here, been home. Unseeingly, his footsteps took up one road and down the next until he found himself right in the heart of Soho. He sighed to himself. How was he ever going to find Willow here? He glanced up at each of the posters and soon realised that this was a hopeless job. He stopped for a moment to try and collect his thoughts and was startled out of the reverie by a soft voice.

"You should try in here Sir, you might find just what you’re looking for?

Giles turned and looked at the petite blonde who was standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a tight pair of leather trousers and leather bustier.

"What makes you say that?" he asked

"You look like you’ve lost something" she answered.

"Actually, I’m looking for someone."

"Who?"

"I don’t suppose you’d know her. Red hair, green eyes, clear skin. Pretty girl. Her name is Willow?"

To his absolute astonishment the girl nodded vigorously.

"Sure, Willow, I know her. This isn’t her club though. She works at La Femme down the road. She used to work here though. She used to wait tables here but then Mac spotted her and swept her off her feet."

"Is she dancing now?" Giles asked carefully.

"Yeah. Who are you?"

"I’m not her father, if that’s what you mean" Giles said quickly.

"Hey man, no offence meant. She’s a nice kid but lonely. If you’re here to take her home you do it. She doesn’t belong here."

"I’ll head down there now. Thank you" Giles smiled at her and she smiled back, a genuine happy smile.

It cost £15 to get into La Femme but if it meant him finding Willow, it was worth it. He kept a low profile, found a booth in the corner, out the way and ordered a double whiskey from the pretty waitress and glanced up at the stage.

There was a girl dancing up there wearing not much more than a couple of saucepan lids and a couple of yards of netting. Giles briefly reflected on that clothing which had pretty much made the girl as sexless as a pole.

Two hours later and many many girls later, Giles was on his fourth whiskey. Willow had still not appeared and he was seriously beginning to doubt she was here until a girl came on and he sat up straight.

She was slender but curvy. Her now shoulder length hair was parted neatly and tied back in plaits. She was dressed in a short gray skirt, thigh high nylons and a tight white shirt with a school tie with (quite obviously) a black bra underneath.

Giles didn’t know where to look, his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the woman on stage who was gradually stripping off her clothes to reveal a fabulous body beneath. He couldn’t fault her dancing, her allure. She had grown up a lot in the last five years - the Willow that he knew didn’t seem to exist at all. If this was titillation then she was doing a pretty good job. Admittedly he was pissed, not very but he was pissed. Her dance came to an end and she smiled and bowed to a huge round of applause. She was obviously very popular.

He signaled the waitress and she came over smiling.

"Tell me, who was that girl dancing?"

"Willow? You want her?"

Giles was a quite a liberal person, it took a fair amount to shock him but this stunned him beyond belief.

"Is that a yes or a no?" the waitress asked impatiently.

"It’s a yes. A definite yes" he said slowly.

He followed the waitress through the now crowded club and into a room at the back. She smiled at him and closed the door.

There was another door on the opposite side of the room and as he turned to look around the room the door opened and she came in.

"Hi there" she said "you wanted to watch me dance?"

"Watch?" was all that Giles managed to say

"Yeah, I don’t do touching or anything like that. Only dancing."

He realised that with the lighting and the relative darkness of the room she could not see his face and there was another reason, a far more obvious reason. She had not looked at him yet.

"Willow"

At the sound of her name and the familiar voice, the girl looked up and the horror and shock on her face was more than he could bear. They stood looking at each other for a long moment and then there was suddenly a bang on the door.

"Everything all right in there?" and a man came in. Willow instantly stepped back and a look of dread passed over her face.

"Willow, what’s going on?

"Nothing, nothing’s going on. I was just asking him what he wanted."

The man turned to Giles and stuck out a hand which Giles took, not really aware of what he was doing.

"I’m Mac, I own this club. You got any problems you come to me."

"There’s no problem" said Giles quietly "I was just telling Willow what a beautiful dancer she is"

Willow crossed her fingers and hoped that Mac wouldn’t try and provoke Giles. He wouldn’t know that Giles had a temper on him to equal a wild lion. Giles could take him apart without even sweating and Willow couldn’t afford to lose this job, despite the fact that Giles had just turned up.

"She’s got a great ass hasn’t she?" Mac laughed. "Yeah, she’s one of my favourites."

"Listen," Giles moved away from Willow and lowered his voice "Is there anyway I could go somewhere more private with her - make friends?"

Mac smiled greedily "Well, she’s not really the friendly type but I reckon I could persuade her. Just give me a minute."

Mac sauntered over to Willow and laid an arm across her shoulders. He bent his head and whispered in her ear and Giles couldn’t understand the look that passed over her face. He thought she would be pleased to go to one of the private rooms. She rubbed her arms nervously as if she were cold and then sighed and nodded her head.

Mac could hardly wait to get her and Giles in the room and when the door closed, the girl finally broke her silence.

"Well, now you’ve done it."

"Willow I’m so pleased to see you."

"God Giles, don’t you understand? This is a monitored room - no sound but there’s a camera in the corner, DON’T LOOK. They’re going to watch."

"Watch?" echoed Giles for the second time that night.

Willow moved over to him and wrapped her arms around him before giving him the longest and most erotic kiss Giles had ever experienced.

"You idiot Giles" she whispered in his ear as her hands crept up inside his shirt and stroked his skin sending shivers down his spine

"If we don’t have sex now, they’ll think there’s something wrong. This might not matter to you but this is the only job I’ve got and if I lose this one, I’m fucked."

Giles put her back from him and stared at her confused. At her panicky look to the corner of the room he pulled her forward and lifted her up, settling her around his hips so he could caress her legs and still talk to her.

"I’m here for you Willow. I’ve got enough. I can take you home."

All the time he was talking she was trailing kisses down his neck and somehow she had managed to pull his shirt up and over his head.

After her act she had donned the shirt again but beneath that she was naked. With one hand holding her firmly in place, his other hand slid up her shirt straight to her breast and he brushed his fingers over her nipple.

Willow instantly stopped kissing him and looked at him. The arousal on her face was clear and Giles knew that if she hadn’t wanted this before, she certainly wanted it now.

There was a bed in the room, a huge four poster affair, with velvet throws fur trimmed and silk hangings. Total luxury. He moved over to the bed and laid her down on it. She sat up on the edge of the bed and looked up at him, unsure of what was going to happen.

He knelt between her parted legs and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, his fingers cool against her hot skin. He never took his eyes off her, watching the excitement build in her face, her green eyes glowing. She put her hands out to touch him but he moved them away, placing them firmly on the bed again. She looked confused but he only smiled.

He slid the shirt off her shoulders and a blush flared on to Willow’s face. The dancing had been different. He knew her attitude then. She disassociated herself from it and took no notice of the hungry gazes. But here, now, there was nowhere for her to hide and the pleasure was plain on her face.

He ran a slow hand down her breastbone before dipping his head and following the passage of his hand with his mouth. Willow moaned under the breath and that turned him on more than anything else. He allowed his mouth to explore her breasts, taking one nipple and then the other in his mouth, tickling it with his tongue and biting very gently. His hands moved to her thighs and slowly he began to moved careful hands up inside her skirt. He stopped kissing her and moved his head away so he could watch her reaction as he touched her.

Willow was in her own world. This was something that she had privately fantasised about since she had met Giles. All she could see were his eyes boring into hers and she knew it was too late for her. These feelings were so new, so different from anything she had felt with anyone, even Oz. But this was Giles, her friend, Buffy’s Watcher making love to her. As if he knew what she was thinking, he lent forward and kissed her long and hard to drive those thoughts out of her head. She lost herself once again to the pleasure his fingers and lips were bringing her.

He pulled her to her feet and slipped the skirt off her, letting to fall softly to the floor, followed by her lacy thong. He quickly slipped off his trousers and now, not caring who he was being watched by, lifted Willow back on to the bed and started fondling her again. He allowed her to touch him back, desperately trying to concentrate on something else like the England rugby team, anything to make this last longer.

Willow could feel him on top of her, skin against skin and she knew for sure what she wanted. She opened her legs slightly and allowed him to move in between them and she could feel him hard against the inside of her thigh. He stopped for a moment, allowing himself to rub up against her, making her moan and wriggle against him.

"Say it" he demanded

"I want you" she gasped

"Again" he said "louder"

Willow opened her eyes and saw him above her. "I want you"

He drove into her hard, unable to stop himself and she howled with pleasure.

"Oh God!" she screamed and wrapped her legs around him, arching her back, trying to get the best angle so she could feel all of him inside her.

Giles couldn’t help himself. He wanted this girl so much and he wanted this to last. He pulled out and saw the look of disappointment on his face. He flipped her over, pulling her up on to her knees, resting her hands on one of the posts and then entered her again from behind. Part of him knew that the camera could see everything, including the look of total rapture on Willow’s face which he could also see, reflected in a huge mirror set into the wall. He reached round and rubbed his thumb over her nipple, making it stand tall and proud. His other hand snaked down and buried itself between her legs to give her even more pleasure. They were moving together now, there was nothing here about love - just pure honest to god fucking, both of them moaning, calling the other’s name until Giles couldn’t take it any more. He came out and pushed her flat on her back again and entered her again making her cry out. He held her arms over her head and pounded into her hard and fast and she responded to every thrust equally strongly until they were both spent.

"Oh God!"

Giles glanced over at Willow who was lying to him, in exactly the position he had left her after laying down next to her, legs still apart, arms still outstretched.

"Willow...."

She moved finally, turning on her side to look at him, running a hand over his chest and down on to his leg.

"Giles?"

"Yes?"

"Get me out of here."

It hadn’t been difficult to get out. They both showered in the en suite bathroom and then dressed, Willow now in leather jeans and a black clingy top with a leather jacket. He had left before her, and stood talking to Mac when she walked past on her way out.

"She’s a right little animal" Mac approved slapping her on the rump as she walked past. She turned and gave him a slow smile and Giles felt himself harden again.

"Down boy" he said to himself.

She got a cab outside the club and it went round the block once and then picked Giles up. The two of them sat quietly in the back of the cab, not touching but they could feel the tension building again.

The hotel was quietly luxurious, set in huge grounds somewhere near Richmond. Willow had her bag slung over her shoulder and now she set it down in the room and stood for a moment as Giles came in the room behind her and locked the door. She turned to him and stepped closer, close enough for them to touch which she did. She stretched out a hand and touched Giles’ face gently. She shed her leather jacket and then slipped her boots off. She led Giles to the bed and made him sit down, very much the same way she had been sitting. She knelt in front of him and slid off his shirt and then the pleasure began again.

Giles had always had an image of Willow in his head, sweet with plaits and overalls, intelligent and quite niaive. He would never have imagined sweet Willow dressed in leather jeans and a top that pretty much revealed everything, her head down, her mouth encircling his cock. So much for sweet little Willow.

On the other hand Willow had also always had an image of Giles in her head, tweedy, stuffy, boring. The fact that she was currently stradling him with his mouth buried between her legs completely negated that.

Giles awoke to hear the shower running. He rose and padded quietly into the bathroom and found her in the booth, soaping herself clean. He stepped in behind her, taking her by surprise, swung her round, lifting her as he did so straight onto him and propped her up against the tiled booth. They made love slowly, the water running all over them and Willow’s cry of ecstasy was lost in Giles’ passionate kiss.

They managed to escape the room for a while and went down to the restaurant to eat a delicious three course dinner. It was while they were enjoying coffee that something ocurred to Giles.

"I didn’t get my money’s worth last night"

Willow looked hurt "You bloody well did you know."

"Well, I paid for a dance as well as a shag."

Willow raised an eyebrow "You want me to dance for you?"

Giles grinned "Only if you are offering"

They left the restaurant soon after that and Giles found himself sitting in a chair with the lights dimmed and the music quiet. Willow had put herself back in her school uniform again and was even more enticing that she had been the night before. And the best thing, reflected Giles watching her stroke her own breasts and turning to show him a glimpse of ass, was that he could just grab her and throw her on the bed and fuck her. Which he promptly did, Willow laughing with pleasure as he lifted her skirt and ripped her pants off. There was nothing gentle about it at all and Willow came almost within seconds, Giles seconds later. She crawled on to the bed, her shirt hanging off one shoulder and gestured for him to join her. She pulled his clothes off and set about concentrating all her energies into reviving him again. Once he was hard, she lowered herself on top of him and gasped a little as he went deeper than he had ever done. He reached his hands up to touch her and was surprised when she pulled off the tie and wrapped it around his wrists and round the bedhead. She began to move slowly and as she did so, her hands went back to her breasts, slipping the shirt off and undoing the bra. As she began to move faster, one hand slipped down between her legs and she began to touch herself.

She stopped moving and looked at the man beneath her.

"Do you like this?" she asked

He nodded, unable to speak.

"Maybe I’ll just carry on then" she said, with her best naughty girl smile and started to move again. He couldn’t bear it any longer and ripping the tie that held his hands to the bed he reached down and joined her fingers with his. She moaned as he dug deeper, moving her hands back up to her breasts and then her orgasm hit full on.

She screamed his name and he moved his hand to cover her mouth, hoping that she hadn't woken up the entire hotel with her screams. He flipped her quickly onto her back and without any hesitation entered her hard. The two of them moved together slowly in a private rhythm, Willow's legs wrapped around his wasit, her nails sliding down his back leaving red marks, her eyes gazing deeply into his, unable to look away. The pace picked up and Giles buried her lips in a deep kiss, muffling her calling his name aloud until they were both satisfied, until neither could go on.

He dotted her face with soft affectionate kisses before rolling on to his back, pulling her with him so that she was sprawled across him.

"Come back to Sunnydale with me" he asked, stroking her soft skin. She looked up, resting her chin on his chest.

"Why? Because Buffy misses me?" she asked, her tone suddenly hard

"No"

"Because Xander worries about me?"

"No" the deep green eyes sparkled "for a much more important and vital reason".

"What's that?" Willow was suddenly curious.

"Because I need you"