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Room 21



Buffy couldn’t keep the smirk from spreading across her face as a shock of platinum came into her view. She had spotted him hours before, in the casino, at the blackjack table and had been momentarily stunned. He was without a doubt the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She had to shake herself and keep moving, delivering drinks to all the over eager gamblers and counting down the hours till her shift was over. She had been worried for a second that she wouldn’t see the very handsome man again, but she felt herself flush with excitement when she realized it was her lucky night. He had just entered the bar in which her and her co-workers came to unwind after a long shift. Buffy watched him make his way through the small crowd and finally land at the bar, his money already on the counter before his ass even hit the stool. He shouted his order to the bartender and put his head in his hands.

Buffy licked her lips, staring at the strong muscles of his back as they moved underneath the tight black t-shirt he was wearing. He lit a cigarette as the bartender sat his beer in front of him. Buffy watched him, becoming more interested in the sexy stranger as the minutes passed. Finally she decided it was in her best interest to act on this opportunity while she still had a chance. She turned to her right, leaning over it the circular booth to tap her friend/co-worker, Faith on the shoulder.

“Hey, Faith, I see something interesting, I think I’m going to be occupied for a while, I’ll see you at work?” Buffy asked, already sliding from the booth. Faith turned to her, a smile blossoming on her face as she looked at the blonde. “Yea, sure, sounds razor. Take care of you.”

Buffy smiled, the brunettes semi-concern warming her heart. “Yea, I know. Loves, Bye.”

Faith watched the blonde walk away, her hips swaying to the beat of the distant music. “Yea, loves.”
She watched her as she made a beeline for the bar, or more specifically a bleach blonde hottie sitting at the bar and smiled, then turned her attentions back to the man drooling at her side.

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Spike was pissed. And not in a good way. He had been in Vegas for all of two nights and not only had he had shit for luck in the casinos but, Angel, his traveling companion had picked tonight of all nights to hook up with some random show girl and now his room was unavailable.

This whole trip was a mistake, Spike decided. He should have never let Angel talk him into this. But, really the man had, originally, has Spike’s best interest at heart. The men had been friends since friggin’ diapers and when Spike had been cruelly dumped by his skanky girlfriend two weeks prior, Angel had demanded an immediate vacation. And what better place than Vegas to forget an ex? However, so far, the whole trip had sucked. He was beginning to regret the whole thing. He sighed as the bartender sat his beer in front of him and put a cigarette to his lips. He took a bit of comfort as the menthol flavored smoke invaded his lungs and looked around the hole in the wall bar. He startled a bit when he noticed that during his musings a woman had come to sit just a few barstools down from him. His eyes drifted over her petite form in amazement. She was a stunning creature. Her chest length blonde hair was pin-straight with black undertones. She was wearing a pair of pale pink stiletto boots with tight black leather pants and a low cut halter the same shade of pink as her boots. As he continued to stare she turned to look at him, a knowing smile on her face. His eyes connected with hers, and locked. Her eyes sparkled behind thick black eyeliner and black glittered eyes shadow, her pink painted lips curved up in almost a smirk. He was mesmerized as she slowly stood up, making her way across the short distance down the bar to him. She walked with such confidence he was left speechless as she slid up next to him.

“You got a light?”

Spike blinked, he sat there, knowing he had seen those stunning lips moved, but for the life of him he couldn’t make out what they had said.

So he replied with a very eloquent, “Whassat?”

The blonde goddess before him giggled, pointing at his Zippo lighter that was laying on the bar in front of him. “Got a light?” She asked again, waving her unlit cigarette in front of his glazed over eyes.

“Oh, yea, here ya go, pet.” Spike said, finally snapping out of his daze and raise the lighter to the tip of her cigarette, holding the flame for her. She pulled away from him, a smile of thanks, then started to turn away. He panicked and stuttered out a hurried

“Name’s, Spike…..”

She stopped, and spun back around to him, expelling a puff of smoke from her lungs and smirked.

“Nice to meet you, Spike.” That was it, no name, nothing. He sat there watching as she walked away, a clear brush off and he turned back to his beer. He sat there feeling like a right git when his elbow brushed against something on the bar and he looked down. His entire demeanor changed as he pulled the post it off the hotel key that said Room 21.

He smiled turned sinister as he read the note. ‘Cocktails later? 30 minutes, don’t be late’


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Twenty nine and a half minutes later found Spike outside Room 21, pacing, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He took a few last puffs to calm his nerves and reached into his pocket to pull of her key and slid it into the lock, hoping for the best.

He opened the door, walking into the darkened room. He jumped when he saw a tiny flicker of a lighter and the hiss of the flame lighting a cigarette. Then the bedside light was flipped on and Spike’s whole body froze. There she was, laying on the kind sized bed, nothing on but her red silk bra and panty set and fuck me heels. She laid there calmly smoking her cigarette, looking him up and down under hooded eyes.

Not having any words, Spike slowly started out of his clothes, her gaze searing. He stood before her minutes later proudly and then started for the bed.


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Spike woke the next morning with a groan, his head pounding and his body sore beyond belief. He laid were he was for what felt like hours, trying to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. He was laying on the floor, cigarettes put out on the carpet all around him and he looked up to see thing panties hanging from the doorknob. Suddenly his mind assaulted him with flashes. The blonde beauty from last night on her knees before him, her mouth surrounding him. The two of them on the floor, exploring each others bodies, biting, tasting, licking, and God, sucking. He slowly crawled up from the floor of the empty room, and pieced together his clothes form the night before, her smell surrounding him, making him drunk off of her.

He stumbled from the room moments later, and went in search of a phone. Finally he found a payphone by the elevator and clumsily dialed what he could remember as Angel’s cell phone.


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Spike found himself in the same bar not even twelve hours later, sitting in about the same seat as the night before. He couldn’t help but look around for the vixen from the night before. Flashes from the night before had assaulted him all day and he had walked around in a perpetual state of horniess. He had been there for over an hour and he was starting to feel like a real jackass. She obviously wasn’t showing up here tonight. He slapped down a twenty on the bar and headed for the bathrooms. He might as well hit the head and then try to make something of this shitty night after all.

Five minutes later as he was leaving the bathroom he was slammed with her scent , flashes of sweat and moans , lips and tongues swam in front of his eyes . Standing there, arousal swimming through his veins he was a easy target. She came out of nowhere the next thing he knew he was plastered against the wall of the abandoned hallway, her lips on his, her tongue exploring his mouth.

Too soon they were apart and Buffy was against the other wall, her lips smirking as she ran her tongue across them. “Hmm, what can I say I just missed you taste.” She moaned softly as his eyes gazed over and then reached across to grab his hand and pulled him behind her into the bathroom, locking to door. “Names’ Buffy, by the way.”


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Want to know what happens next….hmmm…take a wild guess

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Here are the song lyrics, I like to think I followed them close enough while giving it a good Spuffy twist….what do you think?

She said nice to meet you
But she didn't tell me her name
With red lipstick and pale pink boots
This bitch just blew me away
Cocktails later She said to me
Don't be late Here’s my key
Wanna know what happened next
Just take a wild guess I stumbled up the stairs To room 21
(Here we go again)
I walked in and saw her on the bed
There was nothing to be said
When we were done
She said she loved the taste of my oh oh oh
When I came to the next morning
There were cigarettes put out on the floor
Her panties hanging from the doorknob
She left me craving more I swear to
God you'd feel the same
If you got used by what's her name
Wanna know what happened next
Take a wild guess I stumbled out the door Of room 21
(Here we go again)
I walked out with her in my head
Cant remember a damn thing she said
When we were done
She said she loved the taste of my oh oh
She said nice She said nice to meet you I'll never forget her face
Here we go again
And I cant wait I'm gonna get used by whats her f***ing name
Wanna know what happened next
Just take a guess I stumbled out of the door Of room 21
(Here we go again)
I walked out with her in my head
Cant remember a damn thing she said Stumblin out the door Of room 21
(Here we go again)
Room 21
(Here we go again)
Room 21
(Here we go again)
Room 21
(Here we go again)





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