Chapter 2
Thinking she really needed to ‘take her mind off things’ Buffy arranged with Willow and Xander to go Bronzing the following evening.
She took ages getting ready, tried on every combination of outfit, and decided on a short miniskirt, and a crop top. She’d debated whether to go bra-less, but then found her ‘wonder-bra’, she put it on, and was satisfied with the cleavage it gave her.
She took extra care with her makeup, and put on some high heeled sandals. When she met Xander and Willow outside the club, Xander’s eyes had almost
popped, they were out on stalks!
“That’s um…that’s a great top your nearly wearing there Buffy!” he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
Buffy was having the desired effect on the male population in the club, it’s just that Xander, bless him seemed to think it was his job to ‘shield’ her from any ‘unwanted’ advances………
Every time it looked like a guy was coming over to ask her to dance, Xander would jump up, pull her onto the floor, and give any other male what he hoped was a warning glare.
Spike had seen her come in, and followed, taking a seat at the bar, a watched the whole scene bemusedly.
By ten o’clock, when Buffy hadn’t danced with anybody else, she was so cross, she told Xander to go away and put a bag on his head, and he’d retired, hurt to be comforted by Willow.
Buffy stood at the bar, giving, she hoped what she thought of as ‘come hither’ glances to a tall frat guy who’d been watching her most of the night….
Spike had secreted himself behind the staircase…hmm, he didn’t like this turn of events, the whelp seemed to suddenly stop his sentry duty on her, and now it looked like the tall pasty-faced dough-boy could be getting all of Buffy’s pent-up sexual frustrations, and he couldn’t have that now, could he?”
“Hi…can I buy you a drink – my names Parker”
“Hi Parker, thanks, I’d love a –“
“Sorry mate, this is urgent – Buffy, you’ve got to come now!” Spike grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her towards the exit.
“What –hey let go of me, you bleached moron!”
“Stop causing a scene – you do this to me EVERYTIME – I’m not putting up with you leaving the kids to go hungry while you come out flaunting yourself!”
“WHA-WHAT!” Buffy was hustled outside, people embarrassed and turned away from what they thought was a domestic squabble.
Outside, angry beyond belief Buffy hissed,
“That’s IT! You would be SO dust by now if I had a stake!”
Grinning maddeningly, Spike laughed, and then he went serious
“You should see yourself – trying to sell yourself like a $10 hooker – now give in, admit you want me!”
“NEVER!”
“Oh but you do…I can smell you…taste you almost…admit it!”
“I – I don’t…I never…I – ooooohhhhh” Spike pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, grinding his hardness against her mound, Buffy felt her knees go weak.
“Buffy…Buffy……..BUFFY – Oh, there you are – we’re going now – and I think you owe Xander an apology!”
Spike was gone in a trice, leaving her to almost collapse with un-sated
lust against the wall. She tried to collect her thoughts through her sex-addled brain…..
“Hmm – uh – oh…um…yeah, right. Sorry Xander”
“Is that it? Willow persisted
“It’s okay Willow…she’s said sorry”
“I’ve said I’m sorry!”
“Buffy, I don’t know what’s got into you the last few weeks – PMT doesn’t last this long – what’s wrong?”
“NOTH-ing. Nothing’s got into me!” **that’s the problem!** Buffy thought
“Well, we’re going – and I suggest you go home too – you’re attracting lots of funny looks wearing that top…in fact, I think it looks horrible – you look slutty! Goodnight – Come on Xander!”
Buffy was shocked! She looked down at herself – and suddenly realised that she DID indeed look slutty…oh gods – what was she going to do? To give into Spike would be…..it would be……oh so fucking good….
“It would be bad – evil and wicked and bad!” Buffy said to herself, a she crossed her arms over her chest and began to walk home.
“Give you a lift, darlin?” Buffy looked at the middle-aged man grinning at her, and felt horrified – she told him in no uncertain terms what he could do with his offer, and ran home.
Lying on her bed, she felt tears of humiliation run down her cheeks…she picked up the phone and called Xander to apologise properly, but she got no answer…
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Buffy picked up the magazine for the forth time and opened it.
Under top ten tips, it suggested bringing ‘toys’ into the bedroom…and they didn’t mean Barbie dolls and teddy bears, either…………..
3. ‘Love Eggs’, 2. the non-doctor vibro and at number 1. The Rabbit.
It got top marks from all the blue movie girls… - this special vibrator did everything bar smoke a cigarette afterwards, apparently…she snapped the magazine closed again and threw it on the chair – no, she couldn’t! It was bad enough her having to do it for herself, let alone trying to use a…a…’thing’.
She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word vibrator – or dildo.
Having practically reduced Willow to tears at lunchtime, and even a look from her was enough to send Xander running for cover, Buffy realised she needed to do something, and fast. She picked up the magazine again and flicked through it from the back this time, and noticed the ‘small advertisements’
‘Pleasure Dome’ – One-Stop-Shop – for all your ‘Adult’ needs’ Buffy read on…This place had a strip-joint and lap-dancing club, but downstairs it had an adult movie theatre, and a shop, where all manner of sexy goodies could be purchased…everything from sexy lingerie – to dominatrix wear – sex toys, videos and DVD’s…It showed photographs of shelves stocked floor to ceiling with all manner of stuff……..open 24 hours a day – closed on Sundays….well hip-hip hurray it was Thursday then………She was taking a little trip!
Spike was lurk - sorry, reconnoitring by the tree, and saw Buffy virtually creep out of her house, wearing the most ridiculous get up he’d seen her in to date – she looked like Thelma, without Louise…headscarf, big dark glasses – where the hell was she – oh heck, looked like she was…yup she was opening the garage doors…Buffy was Driving.
Oh dear, this, was bound to end in tears……….
With a screech of brakes as she reversed out of the garage, Spike closed his eyes, and waited for the crunch, but it never came, the headlights flashed around and Buffy had successfully reversed out of the garage and was now tearing down Revello Drive….
Bloody hell – trust him not to bring his car….Spike ran like the devil was behind him, and ran to the back of the cemetery where he kept his car.
There couldn’t be many places she’d be headed this time of night….he’d try the main road, she never drove to the witch or the whelp’s house, and take-aways were delivered…Taking a short-cut through some back roads, Spike grinned as he saw her open-topped convertible speed past at the end of the road he was driving down…okay, all he needed to do was to keep at a safe distance…….
“Well, well! Didn’t know you knew this place existed, slayer!” Spike indicated and pulled onto the parking lot…..
He watched as she checked her appearance in her rear-view mirror, get out and then hesitate. Spike lit a cigarette and watched…
He debated with himself whether to go in and see where she was…he’d just tossed the second cigarette butt out of the window, when he saw her come out of the building, and dash to her car. She was holding what looked like a bag, and she tossed it onto the seat next to her and got in, quickly took off, driving in a big arch to the exit so she didn’t have to reverse…Spike ducked as her headlights filled his car for a second, and he too started up…
It was at the second set of traffic lights that she attracted trouble. The night was very warm, and having no need for a disguise now, Buffy had taken off the scarf and glasses that had been making her perspire.
Two ‘boy-racers’ had seen her bowling along, in her flash car, and had pulled up either side of her, revving their engines and grinning at her. Both cars had heavy rock music blaring out from super-sound systems. Buffy tried to ignore them, but it was nigh on impossible. They stuck to her like glue, up hill and down dale, running stop signs and breaking speed limits….
Spike could see from a distance that these two idiots meant trouble…well, if they wanted trouble, they could have it – by the bucket load! He slammed his car into top and roared down the road to pull up behind Buffy – he’d put on his favourite Sex Pistols tape, and checking in her driving mirror, Buffy saw it was Spike, she didn’t know whether to be happy or annoyed. The two lads saw Spike too, but were only interested in the girl….the lights changed, and Buffy saw her chance to pull away really quickly – but the idiot boy on her left had other ideas, and he too matched her speed. She wanted to turn right, but soon the other idiot had caught up with them from the lights, he was gesticulating to his friend, and they were both laughing. The one on the right suddenly stopped, when Spike slammed into the back of him, pushing him, and the back bumper half fell off, so it trailed along the road causing sparks.
The kid turned and gestured rudely to Spike, who just rear-ended the kid again, so this time, the whole bumper fell off.
He had a hard time not to smash into Buffy’s car, but the kid on her left was twisting around in his seat trying to see what this punk behind them was doing to his friend, when he clipped Buffy’s near-side and steering left to over-compensate, he smashed into a stop sign. It was just as if fate was against them all, when they saw the blue flashing light and heard the wail of a siren ahead of them. Buffy turned her head to see what Spike was doing, and she clipped the kid on the right’s near-side wing, that sent him straight into the path of the on-coming police car, unless he steered for the ditch……
Still about 100 yards off, the police car rapidly made it’s way towards them. Spike got out of his car, ran to Buffy’s, which she’d slowed down and Spike jumped into the passenger seat and said,
“Floor it!”
“Wha-“
“Don’t argue – get your bloody foot down!”
“But I haven’t – oh god!”
“JUST FUCKIN’ DO IT!” Buffy didn’t argue, she put her foot to the floor and the car zoomed off. The police car made a token gesture to get her to stop, even tried to get the registration plate – but she was going at such a speed…
“Oh god, I’m going to get arrested now, and I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“There’s gratitude for you! Shut up and drive….if I’ve lost my beloved Desoto now because of you….and as for not doing anything wrong – you’ve broken speed limits, run stop signs, drove the wrong way down a one way street…shall I carry on? – I’ve just noticed something else, no seatbelt… AND you’ve been drinking, I can smell it, what was it, Dutch courage - and just what the fuck am I sitting…on – hello, what have we-“
“Give me that!” the car swerved as Buffy tried to snatch the ‘Pleasure Dome’ bag off him, but she was too late, and Spike gleefully drew out ‘The Rabbit’ multi-three-way two-speed vibrating dildo…
Buffy could have died a thousand deaths with shame…….
Without laughing, Spike put the sex-toy back in the bag, and put it on the dashboard.
“I don’t need batteries” he said seriously. Buffy’s knuckles went white as she gripped the steering wheel, but she kept her eyes on the road.
“Don’t be so disgust……….you’re a pig, Spike!”
Buffy suddenly realised she ha absolutely NO idea where she was, and slowed up, eventually pulling up in the quiet lane.
“Run out of gas have we pet? – That’s original!”
“Get out…I MEAN it Spike”
“Really? – Coz I don’t think you do…” Spike ran his hand up her leg and leaned forward, whispering,
“When are you going to come to your senses, and give into this thing we’ve got?”
“We have-haven’t got a th-thing!”
Spike chuckled and continued his travels up her thigh – her legs parted, and as his cool lips brushed her neck, she shivered. The arousal was pouring off her and Spike quickly manoeuvred himself to be able to un-button her top…
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