Chapter 4
Drusilla fixed the luggage tag around the handle of her slightly bulging suitcase, and hauled it off the bed to join the other two, plus the canvas grip, the leather holdall and her flight bag that completed the Louis Vuitton set.
Everything she owned was all packed up to start a new life back in LA. She then went to find the housekeeper.
“Mrs Dobbs, could you get one of the stable-boys to carry my suitcases downstairs for me please? – They are far too heavy for me’’
“Certainly Miss Dru. Going on a little holiday are we?’’
“Going to live permanently in LA, Mrs Dobbs’’
‘’Oh…oh I see’’
‘’Would you please give this to my father when he comes back from London, I’d post it, but there’s always a chance he won’t read it for weeks, you know how he is’’ She handed Mrs Dobbs a thick cream envelope.
‘’Certainly, Miss Dru, I will. Forgive me, but he doesn’t know you’re going?’’
Dru sighed
‘’He will do, when he’s read that. I can’t stay Mrs Dobbs, we’re too much alike, too stubborn’’ The housekeeper nodded sadly. She reached out and cupped Dru’s small face.
‘’You’re SO like your dear, late mother’’
‘’I think that’s another reason why we clash. She complied with his every wish, and I don’t, just the opposite, in fact. Anyway, if you’d excuse me, I’ve got a phonecall to make’’ Dru left the kitchen.
She dialled Cecily’s home number in LA
‘Hi, you’ve reached the home of Cecily Adams, or Candy Hunt, depending on your business…(there was a giggle) leave your name and number, and I’ll get back to you ASAP – have a nice day now, bye’ there was a loud ‘beep’ and Dru said
‘’Hi Cec, it’s me, just to let you know that I’ll be on the Virgin Atlantic flight V604 from Heathrow, my flight should get into LA about 6am, bye!’
***********
Spike had his wardrobe doors open, and a rapidly growing pile of clothes lay strewn on his bed. He was talking to himself…
‘Why do I keep these…not as if I’m ever going to wear them again…’ and the black ‘punk’ bondage trousers covered in zips and chains joined the pile on the bed.
‘Red jeans…I mean, what on earth possessed me…Leather trousers? Nope, they squeak, could be embarrassing…A suit? – Nah, be sitting down a lot…come on Spikey-boy…smart but casual…ah…ah ha!’ Spike pulled out a pair of stylish Italian cut black linen pants. He teamed it with a soft cream linen-look shirt and Gucci loafers.
After laying out what he was going to wear, he went and showered. Ten minutes later, dressed and almost ready, he splashed on a little light citrussy cologne, and fastened his Tag watch around his wrist. Checking to see he’d got his cell phone, Spike picked up his jacket, house keys and left for work.
*******
Buffy made herself have some breakfast, she didn’t know what time lunch would be, if at all, and she didn’t want her stomach rumbling half way through the morning, embarrassing her.
She’d decided on her new jeans and a soft blue knitted top, as she knew she looked good in them.
She put her hair up into a neat French pleat, and pulled a wispy fringe and tendrils to soften the look. She glanced at the clock, it was nearly nine o’clock, and the phone rang.
Her heart leapt. What if it was Spike saying that they’d changed their minds and didn’t want to sign her? With her stomach doing back-flips, she answered,
‘’H-Hello?’’
‘’Hi Buffy, just to say good luck, and I asked my dad, he said his legal department will be happy to go over the contract for you’’ Willow said cheerily.
‘’Oh, Will, it’s you. Um, right, thanks, I’ll ring you later, ok, bye’’
‘’See you’’
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‘’Come on Daddy, come on, wakey, wakey, rise and shine!’’
Lorne called out brightly as he placed a cup of Earl Grey tea on the nightstand, and opened the drapes in Cornelius Sweetly bedroom. Which was a little pointless, as Sweetly, or ‘Daddy’ as he was known to his more intimately acquainted friends, wore a sleep mask due to the fact that his last face-lift, brow lift and Botox had left him with a rather surprised look, and eyelids that wouldn’t close.
He looked spooky enough, with his perma-tan, white bleached teeth and a slightly lopsided grimacing leer, again thanks to the botched face-lift.
One of the more kindly newspaper reports stated he looked like a ‘Siamese cat in a wind tunnel’.
‘’Uh, what time is it?’’
‘’Time you were up, sweet-cheeks’’
Sweet lifted his sleep mask up to his forehead, and turned and reached for the cup of tea he knew that would be there on the nightstand.
Lorne set about getting all Sweet’s medication and vitamins and generally fussing giving ‘Daddy’ the latest news, pertinent to him.
‘’………And the Dow Jones puts your stock up by three and a quarter percent, which is excellent, and CS Adult entertainments are to release two new videos by the end of the week, featuring the Master and Candy Hunt, ratings wise Glory’s show beat WB and Sky 1’s offerings absolutely hands down, we’ve got seven nominations at the Independent Radio Stations awards, and we need to get a release form signed by Angelus O’Connor so he can go to Midnight Music, and um, I think that’s about it’’
‘’What about the girl?’’ Sweet asked gruffly as he sipped his tea.
‘’Girl? What girl, there was no girl here last night, only you, me and-‘’
‘’No, the girl, Betty or whatever her name was, won that show, has she signed to us?’’
‘’Oh, you mean Buffy, the Search For a Star winner. Yes, I believe she’s going to sign for us today’’
‘’You believe? – Whose doing it?’’
‘’Carling-Blake. You know, Spike’’
‘’Good, good, he’s our best. Glad it wasn’t that snivelling little wimp’’
Lorne had quite a soft spot for Xander, so he glossed over the comment.
‘’Well, your baths drawn, and here are your vitamins…’’
Lorne was under no illusion whatsoever that the fistful of tablets taken by Sweet night and morning were all vitamins and ‘legal’ medication. Sweet needed tablets for everything. To wake up, go to sleep, he took Viagra and a whole host of other drugs, some, or rather mostly of the none-prescription variety…cocaine, heroin, uppers, downers, LSD, amyl nitrite, as well as alcohol, it was a miracle that he was still alive really.
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“Dru…Dru, coo-eee, over here!” Cecily jumped up and down, waving her arms.
Dru slowly pushed the heavy trolley laden with her luggage out into the arrivals lounge, she heard her name being called and she looked around, finally spotting her friend by the barrier.
“Cecily!”
The two friends hugged and Cecily stood back holding her friend by the shoulders at arms length.
“Look at you!”
Cecily hoped she’d managed to hide her shock, to be truthful, Dru looked awful. She’d lost weight for one, I mean, she was never what you could be called big, not by any stretch of the imagination, but well, she’d easily lost at least twenty pounds since Cecily saw her twenty months ago.
“Gods, I can’t believe I’m here!” Dru smiled at her friend.
“Come on, let’s get this stuff into a cab and get home” Cecily helped to push the trolley outside to the Cab bay.
“So, how was the flight?”
“I tried to sleep for most of it, couldn’t, so I ended up watching the in-flight movie on a bloody loop I now know ‘Master and Commander verbatim!……… You know me, I hate flying” Cecily squeezed her arm.
“It’s so great to have you back here, so come on, tell me, how did you wangle it with your father – ‘specially after your little Trafalgar stunt?”
“Actually…he doesn’t know I’m here. Well, I left him a letter, for when he came back from London, but-“
“Dru! He warned you that he’d cut you off without a penny if you so much as set foot in LA again, after last time, why make him even more angry with you?”
Cecily could see the hurt look in Dru’s eyes, and didn’t want her to think she was unwanted.
“Not that you’re not welcome…it’s just that, well-“
“He’s already done it”
“What? Done what?”
“Cut me off. Trafalgar was the last straw. He said I was to get a job. I mean,
“I ask you, whose going to employ me, huh? Everybody knows about the schizophrenia, the rehab, and my brushes with the law. Let’s face it, I’m bad news”
Cecily knew that the last thing Dru needed right now, was to get depressed, so she made light of the matter.
“You can come and work with me, if you want!”
Cecily said rashly, forgetting that she hadn’t actually told her friend what she was doing now…
“You know I can’t dance! I have no sense of rhythm, besides which…I haven’t got tits like you – hey, have you had implants?!”
Dru cast a glance at her companion, and did a double take.
“My god! You have – you’ve had a boob job!”
Dru blurted this out quite loudly, causing several people to turn and look in their direction. Cecily gripped her coat closed tightly, and with her head down, they made their way outside.
“Um, yeah, look when we get home, I’ve got something to tell-“
“Can we order pizza, and sit and talk?”
“Sure. I’ve got so much to tell you”
Cecily said, as she unloaded the trolley of luggage. The cab driver helped her stash the cases, and they left for Cecily’s home.
*******
Spike pressed his intercom button, and spoke
“Cordelia, have you got the running order for Buffy Summers please?”
“I’ll bring it in right now” A minute later, Cordelia knocked and entered, carrying a sheaf of papers.
“Right, all according if she signs with us, you can give her the tour, have lunch, and then from 2PM she’s due for an interview with ‘Teen’ magazine, then she can discuss songs for her forth-coming album, Sweetly will be in later, so disappear before five o’clock, else I’ll have to call you back in, you know what he’s like if he’s kept waiting”
Spike was reading through the sheets, and he nodded.
“Ok Cordelia, thanks”
“Right. Anything else?” Cordelia asked. Spike thought, and said,
“No, I don’t think – oh yes, sorry, would you re-write Harmony’s contract, putting Xander as her manager please, but say nothing to either of them for the moment” Cordelia smiled and nodded
“She’s been leaving messages all over the building for you!”
“Tell me about it…look at this” Spike held up his cell-phone for Cordy to read.
“Eighteen messages!” Cordelia gasped
“And that’s only since last thing Monday night!”
“Good grief, the girl’s got it bad for you!”
“I took her to a corporate party, I ignored her for…two thirds of the night, I get somebody else to take her home, and she STILL insists to all and sundry that we had a wonderful date, I mean, what am I to do?”
“Pass her over to Xander?” Cordelia said with a grin
“Exactly! But remember, not a word!” Spike asked
“Not a word, my lips are sealed, promise…it’s twenty-five passed, that new girl will be here any minute won’t she?”
Spike looked at his watch
“Hell, yes…where did I –thankyou!”
Spike took the security pass off Cordelia, and went down to reception to wait for his (hopefully) new charge.
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“You do WHAT!” Dru was so shocked, that she dropped her slice of pizza back onto her plate.
“I um…star in adult movies…it was sort of a natural progression really. I enjoyed the stripping and the pole-dancing, and the Lap-dancing club was one of the best - Saturday nights I could make $1000 in tips alone. But, well, I’ve got a good body, and I love sex, so fucking for money is a great job for me – how do you think I afforded to buy this place?”
“YOU OWN THIS HOUSE?” Dru was incredulous.
“Listen honey, how else am I gonna afford to buy a luxury six-bedroomed beach-front like this, money doesn’t grown on trees!”
“But, you OWN this house?” Cecily smiled and nodded
“Yup…have done for nigh on twelve months now”
“Bloody hell…so, what do you do? – I mean, I know what you do, but-“
“Wanna watch some?”
Cecily jumped up and went to the wall cabinet, opened it up to reveal hundreds of neatly stacked DVD cases.
“Um…let me see…oh this is a good one, ‘Shaving Pte Ryan’ or um…this is another good one for beginners…Double Trouble!”
Cecily put the DVD into the player, and pointed the remote at the TV. Dru sat there dumbfounded for forty minutes. Cecily went off to get them a drink, and when she came back, Dru was looking at the screen, her head held at a funny angle, with the picture on ‘hold’
“What are you doing?”
Cecily came and sat on the sofa, putting two glasses of wine on the coffee table.
“I can’t make it out…how come he’s got three legs?”
“Coz there’s two guys, silly, look, see? – There’s the one guy’s legs, that’s me, and the other guy is behind, it’s a double penetration” Dru’s eyes were about ready to pop!
“You should see the next bit, come and sit back here, I’ll run this bit on a little…now, watch this bit, watch, watch…”
Dru watched in wide-eyed wonder as a very well endowed bloke wanked himself off all over Cecily’s face and breasts, then massaged his come into her skin, and dipping his fingers into her mouth, before pushing three up inside her, while sucking her nipples.
“He’s a lovely bloke he is…doesn’t speak a word of English mind, but he always delivers the goods, and the come shots he does are second to none…ooh, what
I wouldn’t give for him to be here right now, I could do with a really decent fuck, I’ve been doing oral for the past two days”
Dru had forgotten just how open and forthright Cecily could be…perhaps even never this open and forthright… Watching herself being fingered on screen,
Cecily’s hand went to her crotch, and she shoved the little lace-edged scrap of silk aside to rub her moist pussy lips.
Her head rolled back against the sofa and she groaned.
“Re-remember, when we were at St Hilda’s…I hated that boarding school…you used to do this to me…remember, babe, huh?”
Her fingers rubbed a little harder, and she slipped two fingers inside her hot wet pussy. Dru felt shocked, hot, embarrassed, and more than a little turned on
“I need a drink!”
“Wine’s there…oh god, that’s good!”
Cecily rubbed her clit with her thumb, bucking her hips up to push her fingers in deeper.
“But I can’t drink alcohol any-oh, fuck it!” Dru drained both her glass and Cecily’s, poured more and drank that down too.
“Dru…kiss me…please!”
Cecily begged, and with her free hand she tried to open her top. Dru felt suddenly giddy from the wine, and leaned forward and undid the buttons on her friend’s blouse.
She cupped the naked breasts, thumbing the nipples to a hard peaks, taking each one in turn and giving it a firm suck, before kissing up Cecily’s throat and up to her parted lips.
Dru slipped her hand down, and she too slid two fingers into her companion, while French kissing her.
Cecily tore her mouth away to shout out her climax, bucking and writhing until they landed on the floor in a heap, giggling.
Dru withdrew her fingers and sucked them. Cecily lay sprawled, but slowly reached for Dru’s leg, she ran her hand up her thigh, and when Dru didn’t stop her, in fact she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wider, so Cecily sat up and then crawled over to her, kissing passionately. Cecily broke the kiss
“Sit on the sofa”
Dru did as she was told, and pushing her skirt high up on her thighs, she then lifted up so Cecily could remove her panties.
She tossed them over her shoulder, and then buried her head between Dru’s damp and sticky thighs.
Arching her hips towards Cecily, Dru cried out, with pleasure as she felt her friend’s tongue paint up and down her labia with long wet strokes.
Slipping her tongue between the wet folds, Cecily swiped it very fast back and forth over the slightly protruding nub of her clit, making Dru buck and squeal.
“Hmm, that good babe?”
Cecily slowly slid first one, then two fingers inside Dru, who arched her back, thrusting her hips towards her friend’s hand.
“Yes, oh god……… yeah!” Cecily leaned forward again, latching onto the protruding clit, sucking and flicking it until Dru had a long hard orgasm, thrashing about and almost screaming with ecstasy.
She flopped back against the sofa back, boneless, panting; her head was spinning, not just from the wine either.
“Come on…come with me – forget about your room for tonight, you’re in my bed tonight…”
Cecily hauled Dru up off the sofa, and giggling like two schoolgirls they made their way upstairs, only stopping en route to grab more wine.
*********
The car drew up and the driver got out and opened the door for Buffy.
She got out, and looked up at the impressive building, walked up the steps.
The doorman opened the door for her and she smiled and thanked him, and she looked over to the reception desk. Her stomach back-flipped when she saw Spike waiting for her as promised. He beamed at her.
“Well, here you are then, are you ok? Get much sleep – you look wonderful!”
She blushed and babbled,
“A little! I’ve had so many notes and letters pushed through my door, I spent two hours reading them! And my telephone answer machine had used up the fifteen minutes of message tape – so I don’t know who’s called me – the whole world and his wife I think!”
“Just sign the book please love, that way in case of an emergency we can tell whose in the building”
Buffy did as she was told, and then fixed the ‘visitors pass’ onto her jumper.
“Right, if you’d like to follow me, I thought we could go have a coffee, look over a contract, I could give you an outline of what will happen in the next few weeks, and then take it from there, ok?”
Buffy nodded and said,
“Fine’’
They walked to the lift Spike pressed and they waited to go up to Spike’s office.
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