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Chapter 3: Dinner Party
Buffy looked at herself from all possible angles in the full-length mirror
in her bedroom, smoothing her dress down over her hips. She looked good, if
she did say so herself. She was wearing the black evening dress that Joyce
had sprung for a few months ago for an art show at the gallery.
Buffy had only worn it once, for the show. It was the nicest, sexiest dress
that she owned. What's more, it made her feel sexy. She wanted Spike to
see her in it.
The uneven, lacey hemline came down to her knees. Buffy wished that it were
shorter, but her mom wouldn't buy her a dress any sexier than this one.
Maybe the dress could accidentally rise higher during the evening She
blushed at her naughty thoughts. But Spike just did that to her! She
couldn't help it.
"What do you think, Mr. Gordo? I look pretty damn good, don't I?" she asked
her stuffed pink piggy that she had received when she was brought home from
the hospital after she was born.
"I'm taking that as a 'yes'," she smiled as she grabbed the pink pig and
gave it a kiss. "Spike won't know what hit him!"
Buffy heard the front doorbell ring. She smiled, her heart beating faster,
and placed Mr. Gordo back down on her bed. She checked herself once more in
the mirror, then hurried downstairs.
She saw her mother dressed in one of her elegant evening gown outfits.
Joyce only wore them when she was going on dates or for important events.
Joyce was greeting Spike and inviting him in. He looked amazing in his
black slacks and red dress shirt. His hair was gelled back.
'Yummmmmmy!' Buffy thought.
Spike noticed Buffy when she was halfway down the stairs. He never really
noticed how breathtaking she looked all dressed up. This couldn't be the
same Buffy that he knew, this was a beautiful woman, not a girl. Her long
blonde hair hung in curls. The dress she was wearing accentuated her
feminine figure. Her makeup was simple and light, yet enhanced her beauty.
In short, she looked dazzling. He did his best not to stare at her like an
idiot.
"Mr. Madison, I'm so happy that you could join us for dinner. Buffy talks so
highly of you." Joyce smiled.
"Well, thank you for inviting me, Mrs Summers."
"It's Ms. Summers, actually. I'm divorced," Joyce said with a sly smile.
* Bing *
"Oh, that must be the chicken. Buffy, why don't you show Mr. Madison into
the dining room. I'll be there shortly," Joyce said, never taking her eyes
off of Spike.
Buffy noticed, and didn't like it one bit!
"Come on, I'll show you where we shall be dining this evening," she said,
hooking her arm into his, giving him a charming smile.
She lead him to the dining room. It was very stylish. There
were a lot of art pieces and sculptures and bright colored vases. They lit
up the room very nicely.
"If you're wondering about the art, my mum gets them when she's away on
business. I mean on every trip from New York, she brought something back,"
Buffy explained. She went round to her seat at the table.
Spike's gentlemanly instincts took over. He went to her seat first, pulling
out the chair for her. "Allow me."
Buffy grinned and blushed as she sat down. "Oh...Thank you."
Spike smiled and nodded. He took a seat across the table from her.
"New York is a great place. Ever been?" he asked.
Buffy shook her head. "No, my mom never let's me go, she doesn't like taking
me on business. But I always wanted to go, I mean the big bright lights,
Cats," she said, a dreamy smile crossing her face. Spike couldn't help
but smile.
"So, what happens then? Your mum leaves you alone?"
"Nope. Sometimes I go visit my dad, or my friends let me crash till my mom
comes back." As she finished what she was saying, Joyce walked back into the
room carrying the tray in.
"Okay everyone, I hope you're starving because I made extra," Joyce placed
the fried chicken down on the table next to the tossed salad Buffy had made
earlier. They also had store bought dinner rolls, baked potatoes and corn.
"Everything looks and smells wonderful, Ms. Summers," Spike complemented
her.
Joyce smiled. "Please, Mr. Madison, call me Joyce."
"Only if you call me William," he flirted back.
Hehehe, I get to call him Spike! In your face, mommy dearest," Buffy
thought to herself.
Buffy sat and munched on her chicken. As she listened to Her mother
whorishly flirt with Spike. And him sort of flirting back.
"Buffy, honey, I think that's enough chicken, that was almost your fourth
piece. Eat some salad. Don't be a little piggy in front of our guest," Joyce
said in a cheerful tone.
Buffy frowned. She felt terribly embarrassed. She felt her cheeks turn a
bright red. She couldn't believe her mother said that to her in front of
Spike. She just wanted to die.
Buffy pushed her plate away and grabbed some salad in a bowl. Spike couldn't
help but feel bad. He'd thought Buffy was going overboard about her mother
talking about her weight. But here she was belittling her own daughter in front of a
guest.
"You know, Ms. Summers, growing girls do need to eat. I think Buffy is just
a lovely size," Spike said. "She looks quite fit to me."
Joyce just shrugged and drank her glass of wine. Buffy couldn't help but
give a little smile. Spike stuck up for her. Sort of. But still sweet.
Dinner went on. More talking about art and more art.
"How about we take dessert in the lounge? I'm dying to hear about your
time in Ireland, sounds amazing," Joyce said, placing her drink down. Spike
nodded. He and Buffy went into the living room.
Spike took a seat in the single chair. "Buffy, I forgot to say that you
look very lovely this evening."
She blushed. "This old thing?" she said patting the hem of the dress. "Just
something I threw on."
"Well, it's still beautiful."
"Ohh, guess what?" Buffy smiled. Spike lifted a eyebrow.
"What?"
"I made cookies! Since you liked them so much. Oooh, I'll go get them!"
Buffy quickly left the room. A minute later, she made her way from the
kitchen back into the living room. She placed the plate in front of him,
grinning proudly.
"They're extra chocolatey, enjoy!" She watched as Spike slowly took a cookie
and got ready to start munching on it.
Oh no, the cookies from hell! Have to pretend they're good...Can't hurt
her feelings. She's looking right at me...Gotta eat one. I can choke one
down... Spike thought. Spike munched on the cookie, waiting for the
taste of flour and whatever else she'd put in them that he couldn't
identify. But the only taste was yummy chocolatey goodness.
"Ummm!" His eyes brightened with surprise and relief. "Buffy, these are
really good!" Spike moaned as he reached for another one. Buffy couldn't
help but smile.
Joyce strolled into the living room. "Oh William, please don't get full on
those cookies. Here is some wonderful coffee cake, I made it special for
you." She placed it down, pushing the cookies aside.
Spike wanted cookies not coffee cake. He wasn't much of a coffee person.
Joyce cut him a slice and placed it on a plate. Spike give a fake smile and
nibbled at the coffee cake.
"Mmm, very good, Joyce," Spike lied.
* Ring Ring *
"Excuse me a moment." Joyce went to the phone and picked it up. "Hello? Oh
Hello, Jenny. How are you? Fine, uh huh. Just a second." Joyce covered
the mouthpiece with her hand. "I'm sorry, I have to take this call," Joyce
said apologetically, "I'll be right back." Joyce walked out of the room
leaving Spike and Buffy alone.
"I hate my mom's coffee cake. It tastes like plastic or styrofoam peanuts.
Something gross, anyway. My mom's going to be on the phone for awhile.
Jenny and my mom gossip a lot. So she'll probably talk about you."
Spike smiled. "I'm not that interesting, am I?"
Buffy laughed, "Trust me you are. You're like the only big thing to happen
in good old Sunnydale in a long time. This town is B-O-R-I-N-G."
"Before you, it was the affair between Judge Nelson and the preacher's
wife," she explained.
"Wow, now that's interesting!"
Buffy grabbed a pen and started fiddling with it nervously. She needed to
keep her hands occupied somehow. Sitting across from Spike, and him looking
so sexy, made her nervous. The pen slipped out of her hands, rolling across
the floor.
"Oops," Buffy bent over to pick it up. She didn't know that when she bent
down that Spike could see down her dress. But he noticed. He gave her
cleavage a quick look and then turned away.
*cough* " So...Buffy, how's school?"
She sat back up. "It's okay I guess. I'm going to sign up cheerleading this
year."
Spike nodded. 'Buffy jumping around in tiny skirt...jumping, bouncing and
more jumping. Bad man...very bad man! "That's good. Sounds like it'll
be fun for you."
"I hope I make it."
"I think you'll do just fine."
"Spike, how old are you?"
"Oh, I just turned 28 last month."
"Wow, you're old!"
He laughed, "Thanks a lot!"
"Noo, I mean your age but you look so young, that's what I meant."
"You're only as old as you feel," he added. Spike remembered the quote from
Groucho Marx: You're only as old as the women you feel. But he didn't bring
that up. He felt dirty enough for looking down her dress and thinking about
her shaking her pompoms.
Buffy nodded.
"All right, Sweetie. Time for bed," Joyce said as she came from the
kitchen. "It's going on 10 'o clock, I have no idea how it's gotten so late!
William, would you like to stay a bit longer for coffee or to talk?" Joyce
asked.
"Actually *fake yawns* I better get going, Joyce. I have to wake up early
for some painting and all." Spike got up.
"Night, Buffy," he said.
"Night," Buffy replied, before hopping up the stairs.
"Thank you, Joyce, I had a very lovely evening," Spike thanked her as he
opened the door and walked out.
"Anytime, William. I'd love to have you...over again soon." Joyce smiled,
leaning against the doorway.
"Yeah, that'd be nice. 'Night."
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spike's bedroom
Spike unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. He threw it on his bed. He
walked over to the window and shut it. He stopped just as he latched the
window. He had never realized it but his window looked straight into
Buffy's room. He could see right in.
He felt himself freeze in place, unable to move. Buffy was standing in the
middle of her room, stripping off her clothes. He watched as she slowly
slipped the dress off her body. Now she was standing in nothing more then a
pink bra and panties.
Bloody hell! She had amazing body. Everything about her was just
perfect. Long, smooth legs. Soft looking, tanned skin. Flat, toned
stomach. Curvy hips. Perky breasts that were just the size Spike
preferred: Not too big, not too small. The only movement he made was to
lick his dry lips.
Of course, he felt sick for his behavior. He knew he shouldn't be looking at
her, lusting after her body like some perv but he just couldn't help himself.
He was hooked.
Spike's hands lowered to his zipper. He slowly pulled it down. Buffy just
walked around in her room in her underwear, unconcerned that someone might
be peeking at her.
Spike was so hard - Buffy was so pretty and innocent.
"Ahh!" His hand wrapped around his stiff member. He slowly moved it up and
down as he watched Buffy. She was now standing in front of her mirror, modeling for herself.
Spike's hand kept going up and down. Up and down. Harder and harder. His breathing
coming hard, in ragged gasps.
Buffy was still striking poses in the mirror, mimicking pictures of models
she'd seen in magazines. She ran her hands up from her thighs to her
breasts. She pushed them together and made a kissy face in the mirror,
wiggling her butt.
"Fuck--Unnhh!" Spike grunted, cumming all over his hand and the wall in
front of him.
"Oh shit...you sick bastard!" he told himself as he grabbed a tissue from
the drawer and clean his hand off. He needed a cold shower.
When Spike finished cleaning his spunk from the wall, he saw Buffy had put
on a huge t-shirt and she was settling into bed.
"I'm sorry, Buffy," he whispered. "I won't do that again. I promise."
~~~~~~~~~
~Buffy Bedroom ~
"So, Buffy, Sweet Sixteen in a just two weeks! Aren't you excited? Who's
your date?" Anya Jenkins asked. She'd been Buffy's best friend since Buffy
moved to Sunnydale.
"I think she should go with Riley Finn, majorly yummy! I mean he has a car,
he's a senior, and also the star quarterback. And his family has money,"
another close friend, Cordelia Chase, explained. Buffy just shrugged, her
attention was back on Cosmo Girl magazine.
"Come on, Buffy, this is huge! You need a date for your birthday party,"
her other best friend, Willow Rosenberg, said pulling the magazine away.
"She's right, I mean Anya's going with Xander and I'm going with Devon and
Willow's going with Oz and now the birthday girl is going with either Parker
or Riley."
"I'll go alone. I don't need a date. Guys, I'll be fine don't worry,"
Buffy laughed. "Plus I'm tired of dating boys," she smirked.
All the girls give her a shocked look.
"Are you turning lez?" Cordelia asked, in a panic.
"What! No! Not that there's anything wrong with that," Buffy added. "I
don't need boys, I need a man."
"Ohh," all the girls cooed. "A man!" they all busted into laughter.
"See that's why Riley is a great choice," Anya pressed on. Buffy just
sighed. Seems it wasn't getting through that she didn't want Riley or Parker
or any one else in Sunnydale High.
TBC
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