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Want

By: Pervis Brown



I woke up thinking about you today. 

My last thoughts before I drifted off last night were about you as well. I am amazed how much empty space I must have had in my mind before I met you, because now it seems like you fill such a large part of it. 

My mind stays busy creating images and scenarios starring you. I walk around full of desire for you and I compare every one I see to you. I hear your voice in every woman that speaks. 

I smell your scent on others as I stand waiting for an elevator. I talk with you when I drive alone. 

To say I am captivated and fixated would be inadequate. You are everything to me. If I were rich, I would hire poets to write about you, but their words would seem weak and unimaginative compared to those I feel in my heart for you. 

I would have artists painting beautiful pictures, which would all pale by comparison when I look at you. Musicians would pour their souls out in melodious songs, only to sound flat and atonal to my ears when you speak. 

Your smile shines like a thousand suns, dazzling my sight, but I stare anyway. I have no choice. 

I yearn to touch your soft skin and to send messages of my desire and patient love deep into you, so your entire body will know of my care. 

I wish to be a part of your every moment. I want to satisfy your every need. I want the warmth of my love shielding you from the coldness of ordinary life. I want the breath I take to fill your lungs. I want to melt away and flow into you so we are one. 

I want to know your thoughts and feelings even before you do. I want to lift you up with my strength and hold you above strife and petty harm. I want to make vain and sordid images disappear from your view, so you see only beauty. 

I want to give you what little knowledge I posses. I want to bless you with all good things. I want you to know tranquility and peace, but also turbulent passion and lust. 

I want you to feel the excitement that lovers feel just in knowing. I want you to know the intensity that true soulmates know when their love is burning them up. I want you to forget loneliness and unfulfilled promises, and expect perfect happiness. 

I want you to float on clouds of unbelievable bliss. I want to please you with my attentions. I want you to become accustomed to my arms around you. I want you to have my shoulders to lean on. I want you to hear my whispers in your ears until you think that is normal. 

I want you to tell me everything that you are bursting to tell. I want you to expect my kisses at unexpected times. I want you to know my thoughts by looking into me through my eyes. I want to make you comfortable with life. 

I want to kiss your neck with a thousand gentle kisses. I want to move across your back with my lips until I have painted it with my wetness. I want to kiss every freckle that lies on your neck and back and arms and chest and belly. I want my hands to glide and press and flex against your flesh. 

I want to caress and massage your body. I want to see every inch of you as I touch you. I want to close my eyes and memorize your body from the tactile sensations that shoot into my brain as I touch you, so I can see and feel you when I am away from you.  

I want lifetimes to pass when we lean in to each other to kiss. I want to feel your hot, wet mouth against mine for that first split second and the next hundred as we kiss. I want to take your breath and suck it into my lungs. 

I want to think a million things about you when we kiss. I want my mind to be blank and empty as we kiss. I want to hold you tight to me. I want to feel your heart beat against my chest as we kiss. I want to kiss you in ways that can't be described and few will ever know. 

I want to seduce you by making love to you with everything I do. I want there to be no line between seduction and lovemaking. I want to confuse your inhibitions by soft and caring words and touches and love. 

I want to allow you to release your tense hesitation to me. My goals are simple. All I want is to please you. 

I want to make love to you by loving you...tenderly, gently, passionately, eagerly, lustfully, aggressively, wantonly, violently.

Want A Massage?



As you lay down on your bed on your stomach, I climb, naked, on your back, my body settling over and straddling your hips, my legs pressing against your waist, my hairs tickling your back and ass lightly.

My warm hands move firmly to your shoulders, rubbing and squeezing slowly. They move in slow circles over your hot skin, my fingers tantalizing your muscles. My hands move over your shoulders and down to your arms, squeezing the tight muscles and kneading your flesh. Moving back up over your shoulders, my fingers move to your hard neck, rubbing lightly, my fingers work up under your hair moving upward as they flex and massage. I lean down and touch my lips lightly to the back of your neck. I can feel the shudder run down the length of your back, where it connects with the flesh of my stomach, sending a shudder through me.

I run my tongue along your neck to your ear, my hands still working over your shoulders and neck, and gently suck your earlobe in my mouth. I flick it lightly with the tip of my tongue, and slowly run it into the inner ridges, licking lightly around the inside of your ear. Again, you shudder...again I shudder. My nipples rub lightly over your hard back, gooseflesh rising wherever they touch.

I sit back lightly, moving my hips to settle more intimately across yours, the hairs tickling you. My hands begin to move down your back to your waist, moving in slow flexing circles around the taut muscles. Leaning down again, as my fingers work into your skin, and slowly run my tongue down along your spine. You lift your head from your arms slightly, your eyes closed, and moan quietly. My lips kiss their way upwards along the same path as my tongue.

Scooting down off your hips to settle between your outstretched legs, my hands begin to work on your hard thighs, kneading and squeezing them firmly. I lean my head down and kiss the back of your thighs and lick from your knees to your balls on the inside of your legs. You moan again, louder this time, as my lips lightly touch your balls. My tongue darts out to lick them lightly, tasting your flavor eagerly. I can feel you jump slightly as my mouth opens to take them fully in my mouth, my hands still kneading your thighs. I sit up and begin to work my fingers in the muscles of your calves, my lips touching lightly where my hands had already been. Scoring my nails up the backsides of your legs, my hands settle on your ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing them firmly. I lean down and kiss each one lightly.

Sitting up and motioning for you to roll over, you slowly roll to your back. Your cock stands up straight as evidence of the erotic effect of the massage. Running my hands and nails up the tops of your thighs, they skirt harmlessly over your hips to your stomach. I sit up and settle across your lap, my pussy warm and wet against your skin. You reach up to me, motioning me to come down to you, but I innocently push your hands aside. "It's not time yet, baby..soon." I begin to knead your stomach with my fingertips, the flesh hot and taut beneath my hands. My hands begin their travel up your body to settle across your chest. They knead your pectoral muscles firmly, the nubs of your nipples becoming hard pebbles. Both nipples slide between my fingers and get pinched as my hands clench lightly.

I lean down and take one in my mouth, licking and sucking it to ease the mild pain. Then my mouth moves to the other, copying the same motions, my hands working over the skin on the sides of your body. My nipples brush over your belly, becoming hard, taut nubs. I move my shoulders slightly, causing them to move in small circles over your skin. Dragging them up your body, they settle heavily on your chest as my lips move from your nipple to your neck. My lips touch your hot skin lightly in several tiny little kisses. I can feel your warm rough hands moving up over my own back, the skin tingling where you've touched. I lick my way around your neck to your ear, once again sucking the earlobe into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue.

Moving up to lightly touch your lips with mine, I eagerly suck your tongue into my mouth, our tongues moving excitedly around each other. You reach your hands between us, cupping my tits with your hot hands, and tease the nipples with your fingertips. Firmly pinching them between your fingertips, I moan quietly into your mouth. I can feel your long hard cock nestled between my legs, pressing firmly against my pussy and clit. I wiggle my hips. You jump slightly...I jump. Kissing you one more time, I sit back and move my mouth down your body. My hands knead your skin firmly as I settle down on my knees between your legs.

Tossing my head back to get all my long hair out of the way, I take your cock in my hand and begin to stroke lightly, my hand squeezing firmly. I can feel your hands on my shoulders, one moving to stroke my jaw, the other rubbing my skin. You clench your hand in my hair. I continue to stroke your cock firmly as my eyes slowly move up your body and meet yours. I look deep into your eyes. My eyes are still locked with yours as I lower my head and take your cock fully into my mouth. I engulf it entirely until I feel the head pressed hotly against the back of my throat. I hear you moan loudly. I begin measuring the length of you inch by long inch with my lips as I pull back slowly. My lips stop at the head of your cock, my tongue licking around it, and I begin to suck on the swollen head. My hand strokes you firmly, your clenched hand hot in my hair. Again I take the full length of you in my mouth, my hand stroking down the length in front of my mouth. As my hot wet mouth begins to bob up and down on your cock, my hand strokes firmly where my mouth had just been, hand and mouth moving in unison. I twist and stroke my hand around your thickness as it continues to stroke you. Moaning as my mouth feasts on your cock, I can hear you also moan. Moving my mouth and hand up and down your hard cock, I can feel your hand tugging at my hair.

For several long minutes, I continue to dine on your delicacy. As I feel your cock begin to swell slightly, I remove my mouth and settle my pussy down over the top of your big cock, lowering myself down until you are finally, completely cocooned within my hot wet pussy. We both moan loudly. Putting your hands on my hips, you begin to lift and lower me, your hips rising to meet me, as you begin to move inside me. I put my hands on your chest to support me as we move in unison, my nails digging lightly into your skin. I throw my head back and arch my back as I feel your swollen cock moving within me. You sit up slightly to engulf first one nipple and then the other in your burning mouth. You suck each nipple to hardness as your cock begins to pound harder and harder in my pussy, your balls slapping loudly against my ass. Taking my face in your hands, you kiss me deeply, our tongues mating as intimately as our bodies.

Moving faster and harder, we can feel the climax begin to cascade through our bodies. Pushing you down onto your back, I move up and down faster. You again direct my movements with your hands on my hips. As you begin to cum, shooting far up inside me, I lift myself up slightly. As I can feel you filling my pussy with your hot cum, I start cumming. My pussy juices combine with yours as my hot cum spurts out, running hotly down your cock and shooting onto your belly. You thrust your cock hard inside me 
 again as the waves of orgasm light through our bodies quickly.

After what seems an eternity, I settle my body down on top of yours, our bodies still connected intimately, and fight to regain our breath. You wrap your strong arms around my back and pull me tight against you. When I can breathe again, I raise my face to look into your eyes. You smile sweetly at me and pull me down to kiss you deeply. Content, I sigh and lay my cheek down on your strong chest. Together, satiated and exhausted we settle in for a little nap... 



Want A Spanking?



"Want a spanking?"

I squirmed in my chair, he stood behind me to speak. I shook my head, intentionally bashful.

"I think you're about due for one."

I could feel the warmth between my legs, the wetness, increase. If I leaned forward a little bit I'd get the first pulse of pleasure, he knew that, he put his hand on my shoulder and kept my back against the chair.

"I wasn't bad." I say, but this time I don't have to suppress the smile to play along. He really would give it to me a little harder or a firm slap if I don't take it somewhat seriously. It's the routine. Ever since I found a website called something like 'fondly and firmly' and he found it in the history and read it.

"It'll keep you honest." I pout a little and that isn't just to egg him on. It does hurt. "C'mon, get up. Do you want the hand?"

I nod, the belt is for special occasions when he thinks there's really something to be learned. I get up and stand like a schoolgirl while he sits down. I pretend like I don't see the bulge in his pants just like I'll pretend I don't feel it against my stomach when I bend over. There's ritual to that too, and so it starts.

I unbutton my jeans and push them down to my knees. I bend over his lap and I wiggle around a little, bringing my feet up off the ground and sort of balancing there. I stare at the berber carpet and I can feel his hand on my thigh. He likes his part, I can feel how much he likes it, he pulls down my panties, tugging, until they're just at the tops of my thighs. I tingle, I even wince once when I think the first one is coming.

So he waits until I've relaxed a little, the first one is firmer than the next. A well placed slap at the bottom of my ass where my legs start angled up to get the maximum effect on my pussy. I feel it there, I'm wetter than I'd like to admit, and it feels good but leaves me aching. It's teasing, the thrusting of sex without the pleasure of penetration. The next one is the same way and it hurts twice as much. He grunts with effort and I know if I could see his face his teeth would be set together and he'd be looking down at the back of my head and then back to his business.

With the next slap I'm the one that grunts, groans, I won't stop until after he does. He works his way up each cheek and I feel the tears come into my eyes. I start crying after the tenth or so stroke, I lose count quickly. My ass must already be red. He pauses, breathing heavier and shifting in the chair in such a way as to grind his hardon into me. The next one that comes signals the next notch up, harder and faster, he doesn't try to conceal his effort at all now and I know it'll leave some bruises.

"Stoooop." Usually after a spanking like this I vow never to break down again but I always do. He says he has to spank me until I understand that he's the one in control. Each time I think I can take it but I never can. I think I start blubbering at that point. I see tears fall to the carpet below my face. I struggle and he grabs me between my legs to keep me in place. He takes advantage even of my spread legs to land a hard one right on my lips, my labia, and I let out such a breathless scream that it's just a whimper.

My face burns hot, wet, and he stops. He strokes my burning skin and gives me a minute to gather myself. He helps me up, into his lap, bunched up so my aching butt touches as little as possible.

"You're going to be feeling that one tomorrow. I'll be surprised if you can sit."

I don't say anything, maybe it was an attempt at humor. He clicks his tongue and puts his arms around me. I close my eyes and cry for a bit longer and press my face against his neck. I feel his hand rub my back, lower and lower. I want it but I'm still in pain. He turns my face up to kiss me, tears and all. He kisses me again, then with the third one I feel two of his fingers press down my crack, seeking my asshole, finding it and pushing deep in. His fingers are hot but not at all lubricated. I groan at this, I start squirming again but he holds me still.

"Do you want another spanking?"

I know he wouldn't but I stop playing hard-to-get anyway. I relax, he licks my ear.

"That's my girl."

He loves patronizing me sometimes. I play along with it. He picks me up and puts me down on the floor, face on the carpet and ass in the air. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down letting his cock brush my thigh as he arranges me, pushing one knee up more and pushing on my back so I'll submit just a little more. He rubs his cock on my clit and down, one hand on my ass like if it wasn't there I might forget and wander off. It feels so good that I gasp but he's just getting his cock slick for the main attraction. I push back, grinding, and he takes advantage of that to enter me, hard, up the ass.

"Mmmm... You like that, don't you?"

My first gasplike groan is an answer. It feels so intrusive, so huge, for a second I'm overcome. He reaches up and pulls my arms down towards my knees. He likes to hold onto my wrists, I think, as part of his fantasy. I find some of his flesh there, his hand maybe, and I dig my nails in to make him grunt and pull away. He's so filling, so deep, balls teasing my lips as he thrusts. I'm sweaty all over, slick, he smacks my ass and I reach up to cover it, I turn my face to the side and somehow he finds a way to stick his fingers in my mouth.

"Suck."

I suck on them, I feel the pleasure sort of find itself and grow. It's like someone catching a fingerhold on a rockwall and then climbing ever the faster towards the top. I block out everything, maybe I closed my eyes but I can't remember anything but pressing my lips hard against his fingers and thrusting backwards towards him, taking him deeper. This is one of the good ones, when every single muscle in my body seems to take it's cue and light up, screaming, even the rug burns growing on my knees feel good. The hand that he's placed in my hair while I wasn't paying attention pulls my head back. He jams his fingers into my mouth, against my tongue, and I suck.

But it's not over until he's done. He draws it out by going slow, I know he's looking down and watching his cock go in and out. He holds it, lovingly, and aims. All the way in, all the way out. I can feel the beginnings of his climax trickle, tickle down to my pussy. That's when he really lays in, I find myself trying to hold onto the floor. I concentrate on his gasps as he pounds, sighs and he plunges as deeply as he can to cum, and finally just exhausted breathing as he falls back on his knees.

He lays down there on the floor and I turn over to him, laying beside him, aching in a million different ways. My jeans are still on one leg, bunched up with my undies. My shirt was pushed up at some point and I didn't notice, breasts sticking out below my bra. I don't bother to rearrange myself. I slip a hand down between my legs and I rub my clit, pressing my legs together, enjoying the afterglow until the pain from the spanking sinks in again. I ignore the sting for now and he nuzzles my hair.

"Ready for another?"



Want Ad



Wanted: Male stripper for ladies night at local bar. Call Ted at 555-1212.

It was the 80's. Ladies' nights and male strippers were just coming into vogue. This ad was the first indication I'd seen of one in our area. I would have ignored the ad except for two things: I wanted to make some extra money and I was looking for a way to 'meet women' (code word for 'get laid').

I was 23 at the time and working in a packing house lugging beef. It was a union job and paid pretty well. On the other hand, it didn't have much of a future and because I was making pretty good money, I had maxed out my credit cards. I could make the payments OK, but it didn't leave much money for fun, and it would take me years to pay them off at my current rate. So I called Ted. He told me he was looking for good-looking guys with a good build. I agreed to go over and interview. 

I should explain that I'm 5' 11" and weigh about 170 lbs. In size I'm very average. But what I did all day was lift beef quarters (which weighed anywhere from 150 lbs. to 275 lbs.) off a pallet on the floor and hang them on an overhead hook. The hooks moved slowly by on a track and I did this all day. As a result, I had a very impressive set of muscles. They weren't the bulging body builder type, but rather more compact working muscles (around the plant we had a certain contempt for body builders; we thought they were afraid to do any real work because it would make their muscles smaller and more efficient). I was, if anything, even stronger than I looked. 

The bar was a strip joint called the Silver Slipper. Ted was maybe 50, about 6' and around 200 lbs. Ted had me take my shirt off. "Not too bad," he said, "but I was hoping for somebody maybe a little flashier, more of a body builder type." 

I stuck a hand under each of Ted's arm pits and heaved. His head took out a ceiling tile. "OK, OK, I get the point. Just put me down." 

I set Ted back down on the floor. "Sorry," I told him, "but that body builder shit always pisses me off." I explained about my attitude toward body builders. Ted laughed. He actually turned out to be a really nice guy. (This was highly unusual. I had worked for a couple years as a musician and all musicians know that all club owners are ass holes. That's why I didn't hesitate to stick Ted's head through the ceiling tiles. That's how you deal with ass holes. Ted was indeed unusual, perhaps unique.) 

"Here's the deal. I'm starting a ladies' night on Tuesday nights. That's my slowest night, so I can afford to give it an extended trial if it doesn't take off right away. I need four guys to go on each hour from 9 to 12. I'll give you a try on the nine o'clock slot. Have you ever done anything like this before?" 

"No," I admitted. 

"There's not that much to it. Just play some music, dance around, take off some clothes, flex some muscles. Drop in a few evenings between now and then and watch the lady strippers. Do a masculine version of the same thing. You'll get the idea. Pick out some music you like and give a cassette to Brad, the sound guy." 

I felt rather weird after leaving Ted's place. I was glad I got the job, but I was also very nervous. I'd never done anything like this before, and didn't know if I could do it. I was also surprised that I hadn't had to audition or anything. I suspected Ted was short of applicants.

The next night, I went to the Silver Slipper and watched the girls. Ted introduced me and they told me what they were doing, how they constructed their routines, and pointed out the things they did that weren't likely to go over with a female audience. One of the girls, her name was Ann, tried to explain. "With women, you have to be more subtle. More suggestive and less overt. No humping motions. Women don't usually get instantly aroused the way men do. If you want to get a woman turned on, the place to touch her is between the ears. Leave them with suggestions of things that might have been." 

I left, both heartened and confused. It was going to take a while for Ann's comments to sink in. I went home, put on some music, and started working out a routine. I worked in the basement, partially because there was a stereo down there, but mostly so no passerby would glance through the window and see me. I felt like an utter fool. I almost called Ted and told him I couldn't do it, but I persevered. 

Tuesday. I got to the club about 8:00. I was really nervous. Anticipating this, I'd practiced like a maniac all week so that if I had a really severe case of stage fright, I could switch off my brain and function on automatic (that was the plan, anyway). I looked out at the audience. The place was about half full of women of all ages. Some of them could have been my grandmother. Others, I'm sure, had had their ID's scrutinized pretty carefully. Since I was first, I wouldn't even have the benefit of watching the guy before me. 

9:00. It was time. The music started and I stepped tentatively onto the stage. From that point on it was all sort of a haze. I pranced and strutted, flexed muscles, discarded clothing, and then it was done. My practice had paid off and I had managed to do it on automatic. 

I sat down at the table with the other guys. They did the mandatory back slapping and congratulating, and it did make me feel better. Actually, I hadn't done a bad job, especially considering it was my first attempt. Nonetheless, audience response was somewhat underwhelming, so I felt somewhat of a failure. 

Ted came over. "Good job, Dave." 

"Well, maybe. I didn't get much reaction out of them." 

"Hey, that's normal. Even the guys don't get rowdy during the first hour. Your job is just to get them warmed up and started buying drinks. Don't worry about it. You did fine." 

Gary was next. He was slumming from the theater community. He didn't have my build, but he was a natural dancer. I saw how he watched the audience as he moved about the stage, noting reactions and adapting and responding to them. He was able to convey to them that he wanted them, and wanted them to want him. Since Gary was gay, I decided that he was indeed a good actor. 

After that, things were sort of a blur. I watched Tom and Dexter do their acts, but don't remember much about them except that they were better than me. I got paid and went home. 

I worked on my routine through the week and made some improvements. The next week things went better and I felt better about the whole thing. After that, things stumbled along pretty much on automatic. One evening, Ted called me into his office. 

"Dave, you're a good guy, and I like having you work here, but your act needs help. You just haven't progressed as much as the other guys, and you don't get the audience reaction they do. Even though you're the first hour, you should be doing better than you are by now. I'm sure you've been disappointed with your tips. I don't want to have to replace you, but something needs to be done. Any ideas?" 

Ted was right. I wasn't achieving either of my goals. I wasn't making near the tips the other guys were, and I wasn't meeting any of the women either. So why was I here? Deep down, I knew what my problem was. I had no talent. I was not a dancer, not an actor. Gary could convey an interest he didn't really feel, while I couldn't convey something I did feel. Ted was trying to let me down easy, giving me the opportunity to quit so he wouldn't have to fire me. I wasn't quite ready to give up, though. I may not have been talented, but I was tenacious (code word for stubborn to the point of stupidity). On the other hand, struggling against the odds is one thing, struggling against reality is quite another. Even so, I would feel like a total idiot all my life if I quit this job without getting laid even once. 

"Let me think about this. I'll call you tomorrow." 

I went home feeling depressed. I would either have to come up with something, or quit, or get fired. I sat in a chair, feeling sorry for myself, and drifted off to sleep with the TV on. I woke up about 4:00 AM. There was an old Zorro movie on TV. I watched it, amazed at what a bad movie it was. That's what gave me the idea. I would do what untalented people have always done. I would get a gimmick. I started thinking about Zorro. The mask, the cape, the sword. You could get suggestive in some subtle or not so subtle ways with a getup like that. 

In the morning I gave Gary a call. I told him what I was thinking and asked him about sources for costumes. He was encouraging. 

"I was going to suggest something like this, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings." 

"While I appreciate the sentiment, I could have used the help." 

"Sounds to me like you figured it out on your own. I'll give you input if you want it, but you probably just need to let this soak into your brain for a while and it'll come together." 

I thanked Gary for the information and called Ted. 

"Hey, Ted. I'm changing my whole act. Something totally different. You'll love it." 

"Glad to hear it. I knew you'd figure it out." 

I spent the week working out my new routine. I wasn't going to do Zorro. I'd settled on something more akin to a dungeon master. I went out and got the stuff I'd need for a costume and spent a couple afternoons at the club practicing. I wanted my new act to be a surprise, so I didn't practice in costume. I spent my time there leaping and tumbling. Although I wasn't a dancer, I did have some experience in tumbling and gymnastics. I wanted to practice on the scene to make sure I really could do what I had in mind and do it without landing on one of the customers. 

Tuesday. Ted's stage is set up against one wall with a pole in the middle. The girls use the pole for dancing, and sometimes the guys used it. There is a shelf above the back of the stage which supports speakers and lighting. It was also supporting me at the moment. The lights were dim, I was wearing black and was above the line of sight, invisible. I had been practicing with Ted's sound guy and my entrance was timed pretty well. 

9:00. I leapt from my perch. A thunderbolt cracked from the speakers, followed by a minor chord.

A spot light made a circle in front of the pole. Simultaneous with its arrival, I landed in the middle of the spot. I was wearing tight black pants, bloused black shirt, cape, hood, mask, gloves, and jack boots. I carried a short quirt. I stood for a moment, hands on hips, surveying the audience.

The music picked up tempo a bit. I strode back and forth across the stage, pausing occasionally to examine the audience. I danced over to the pole. I had bolted a pair of manacles (real ones, they locked) high up on the pole, dangling by about a foot of chain each. I pulled one of the manacles away from the pole with my quirt, examining it, then looking toward the audience, looking for someone to lock it on. Extending my right hand, pointing, I swept my arm across the room, pausing now and again to point at one woman or another. Finally, my point came to rest on a girl at a table in the second row directly in front of me. I held this position long enough for her to realize that I was not going to move on, that she had been chosen. Then I leapt. I turned a somersault in mid air and landed with a bang and a fluttering of cape almost on her toes. 

She screamed and jumped back, nearly overturning her chair. I stepped close again. She moved back. I jumped behind her, picking up the chair, returning it to it's original position. Then I was in front of her again. I cupped her chin in my hand, tilting her face up toward mine, looking into her eyes. 

"Tell me your name, wench." I was wearing a throat mic and this came over the PA after being processed to deepen my voice and add some reverb. Sort of a Darth Vader effect, but without the breathing. She just looked back at me, frozen like a mouse before a cobra. "Your name, wench. Tell me your name", I thundered. 

"Melinda," she gasped. 

"Melinda, you are chosen. You must come with me." I held out my hand to her. She shook her head, leaning away from me. "Do not demur. You must come." 

Her friends were urging her on. "Go on. Go on. Do it." 

"I'll go," said a girl at the next table. That seemed to make up her mind. She timidly extended a hand toward mine. I didn't take her hand. Instead, I wrapped my hand around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. I headed for the stage with Melinda in tow. As I led her up the steps, I whispered to her. 

"If this gets to be more than you can handle, say 'I have to go now' and I'll take you back to your table. If you say anything else, I'll assume you mean it to be part of the act and ignore it. Do you understand? Nod your head." She nodded. (Brad, the sound guy, knew when to turn the mic on or off. This didn't go out over the PA.) 

I led Melinda to the center of the stage, toward the front. Brad put a spot on her. She was pretty. About 5' 6", shoulder length brown hair. She was wearing a navy blue blouse, white skirt that hung to mid-calf, hose and white pumps. I stepped back for a moment and left her standing there in the light. She looked sort of dazed (probably not too different from how I looked my first night). I walked slowly around her, making a show of examining her. She stood stock still, seemingly afraid to move. Stepping behind her, I pulled her arms up and clasped her hands behind her head. I circled her again, lifting the hem of her skirt to mid-thigh with my quirt. Her legs were quite attractive. She looked down when I lifted her skirt. I moved the quirt up under her chin, tilting her head back to its previous position. I circled her again, admiring how she stood there so straight with her fingers laced behind the back of her head. I circled her again in the opposite direction, then stood behind her, looking out at the audience. I had their attention. They were all looking at us. I put my hand around the back of her neck, turning her so her back was to the audience and started guiding her to the pole. Brad shifted the spot to the hanging manacles, then widened it to include us as we reached the base of the pole. I turned her around and backed her into the pole, then pulled one of her arms up and locked a manacle around her wrist. Brad had turned on the overhead mic and the click of the manacle locking on her wrist was clearly audible on the PA. I did her other wrist. Melinda was now standing with her back to the pole, facing the audience, with her arms pulled straight up and locked in the manacles. I skipped back out of the light. She was gingerly moving her wrists around, trying to see if these were like the ones in the movies where you could scrunch your hand up and slip out of them if you wished. 

"No, Melinda. They aren't fakes. You really are chained to the pole," I whispered to her. She struggled a little harder. This was the desired result. I wanted her to struggle so the audience would understand that she was really chained. I danced away, discarding my cape while watching her struggles. I glided back up to her, went down on one knee, seized her ankle, removed her shoe, and tossed it aside. I spun around behind her and removed her other shoe. I leapt away again, shedding my hood, but retaining the mask. Melinda stood chained to the pole in her stocking feet, looking even more dazed than before. So far, she had not said a word except for telling me her name. I was hoping she wouldn't freak out and blow the whole act, but that was the chance I had to take. Then I was back at her side. I laid my quirt against her cheek, then drew it slowly and sensuously down the side of her body, coming to rest at her knee. I shuffled away, working my way to the far side of the stage removing my shirt. Under my shirt I wore a heavy leather strap over my shoulder which ran diagonally across my chest. I worked my way back over to Melinda and started on her shirt. I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. I skipped away, then returned. Another button undone. There were five white buttons on her dark blue blouse. Only three now held it closed. I circled the pole twice, then undid another button. Two remained. Melinda was starting to look panicked. I stood directly in front of her. Taking her chin in my hand, I turned her head to either side, emphasizing my control of her to the audience while whispering to her that she didn't need to go just yet, it would be all right. She seemed to relax a bit. I grasped her blouse and undid the fourth button. I circled her again. I undid the last button. Her blouse fell open. She was wearing a lacy black bra that showed up nicely against her white skin. I pushed her shirt open to either side with the quirt, exposing as much of her bra clad torso as possible. Then I capered across the stage, leaving Melinda in the light, blouse hanging open, struggling in her chains. Brad kept the spot on her as he faded the house lights, then slowly faded the spot until Melinda was in the dark. I returned to Melinda and unlocked her, then picked her up. 

"We're done," I whispered. "I'm taking you back to your table." 

I walked to the front of the stage, Melinda cradled in my arms. Brad put the light back on us and turned up the house lights. I walked off the stage carrying Melinda and set her gently in her seat. Then I took first one foot, then the other and put her shoes back on her (I didn't button her blouse). Standing erect, I bowed, took her hand and kissed the back of it, then returned to the stage. As I walked away, I could hear her talking to her friends. 

"That wasn't fake. I was really chained up..." 

Back on the stage, I bowed to the audience and departed. This time there was real applause. I usually got applause after my act, but it had always been minimal and somewhat perfunctory. This time there was not only more of it, but it was enthusiastic. I glanced back at Melinda as I left the stage. One of her friends was reminding her to button her blouse. She had apparently forgotten. 

"Well, Ted, what'd you think?" 

"Great job, great job. I knew you'd come through if I pushed you a little. It still needs some refining, but you showed an enthusiasm tonight I never saw in you before. Now that you're motivated, you'll get better every week. This gimmick with the outfit is just the kind of thing you needed." 

"I agree except for one thing. The outfit isn't the gimmick. The gimmick is the word play. I'm a stripper, but I'm not going to strip any more myself. I'm going to strip the customers." Ted winced when I told him I was going to be undressing his customers, but I knew he'd wait to see the gross before making any decisions. 

I'd been putting this performance together all week and had tended to think about various pieces of it rather than seeing it as a whole. Now that it was over I felt I had a better perspective on the big picture. Looking back, it seemed tame, even lame. I'd chained a girl to a pole, removed her shoes, and unbuttoned her blouse. That was it. But it had worked, and worked well. I had certainly touched Melinda between the ears. 

On the other hand, I'd chained a complete stranger to a pole, removed her shoes, and unbuttoned her blouse, with the implicit threat of the quirt. I could probably go to jail for that. (Brad later came up with a great idea. He hooked a cassette recorder up to his mixer so that when I gave the chosen customer her bail out phrase, even though it didn't go out over the PA, he could record it in case we ever needed proof that anyone's participation was voluntary. Ted especially liked this idea.) 

The problem with a gimmick is that it can get stale fast. I would have to escalate the action every week to keep it alive and lively. It had worked tonight because it was completely new and no one knew what was going to happen or how far I was going to go. It would get boring all too soon if I did the same thing every time. But it had to start off slow to leave the maximum room for expansion. 




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Johnny took a bite from his egg sandwich and glanced out the large window as two short figures scurried by. He watched as the two kids climbed into a dark SUV and closed the doors. The driver casually waved at someone standing on the sidewalk. Turning his head Johnny noticed a woman in a jacket with a few rollers still in her hair quickly wave and then walk out of sight. A red flashing blinker came on and the SUV pulled out into the traffic and drove away.

Returning his attention to his breakfast, Johnny slipped the last mouthful from his sandwich into his mouth, sipped from his small plastic orange juice container and then quickly picked up the trash on his table. Stuffing it all into his bag, he walked to the trash bin and tossed the bag inside. Once outside he paused, looking across the street to the park. Several joggers plodded along the gravel path toward the small playground.

Gazing at the playground he saw some movement near the swings and walked a few steps in that direction until he noticed some park workers picking up trash. Glancing at his watch he saw it was still a bit early. He still strolled to the corner, stopping at the very edge of the curb and watched as the workers emptied a trash can and then walked on. Although the playground was empty he watched a single swing slowly sway back and forth, back and forth. When the swing finally came to a stop, he turned and walked away from the park.

He passed a newsstand on the next block and bought a newspaper. Folding it under his arm, he continued down the street until he reached 9th Avenue. Watching the light, he waited until it turned green and then stepped into the crosswalk and crossed. Once on the other side he moved over to a wall and leaned against it. Unfolding his newspaper he glanced over the headlines and then turned it over to the want ads on the last page.

Immediately noticing an add saying: "Babysitter Wanted." He read on, "Elementary school kids for afternoons and during the day in summer..." He smiled when the ad mentioned references and then continued scanning down the page, not really paying much attention to what was written. He glanced at his watch, then folded the paper and tucked it under his arm again.

A bell rang at the building across the street and after a few moments he could hear children's voices. He slowly moved across the sidewalk to the edge of the street. Squeezing up tight to the road he shuffled his feet until his toes were exactly at the edge of the curb. The wall around the schoolyard blocked most of his view, all he could see were the chains at the top of the swing sets moving from side to side.

The traffic lights changed several times and people eased past him. Several attractive women smiled and said, "Good morning," as they passed, but Johnny simply smiled and nodded without diverting his attention from the playground sounds and the sight of the chains sweeping back and forth.

After only a short time Johnny heard another bell ring at the building across the street and in less than a minute the sounds from the schoolyard were gone. He watched the chains from a single swing slowly stop swaying before he turned the continued down his street. Careful not to step out into the street, he angled away from the curb until he was in the middle of the sidewalk. 

Just over three blocks later, he walked up the steps to his building, slipped his key in the door and stepped inside. Too early for mail he walked straight to the elevator but stopped when he heard a woman say, "Johnny, good morning. Out for your daily walk?"

"Just picking up a newspaper," he said to the attractive older woman.

"Any big news?"

"I don't know, just looking at the want ads," he said before stepping onto the elevator.

"Well good luck with that," she replied.

"Thank you Catherine."

As the doors closed he heard her say to herself, "Such a nice boy."

When the elevator reached his floor, he walked to his apartment, unlocked the door and stepped inside. He moved over to the couch, kicked off his shoes and then unfastened his pants. Carefully he pulled off the pants, neatly hung them on a kitchen chair and then flopped down on the couch in his underwear. 

Looking down toward his right foot, he gazed at the device he had clamped tight to his ankle. Crossing his legs at the knee, he let his leg sway back and forth thinking of the chains to the swings as they swayed.

He reached out and grabbed his newspaper. Opening it to the want ads, he scanned the page until one caught his eye. It said, "Daycare Center Worker." Pausing a moment, he remembered standing at the edge of the curb listening to the sounds from the playground. Smiling, he grabbed a pen, underlined "references required" and then scribbled a big X over the ad. 

Further down he spotted one that might work: "Janitor in an office building," he mumbled to himself. He underlined the address, noting it was close to the park. Looking down at his ankle he smiled and said, "Close, but not too close." Leaning back on the couch, he closed his eyes and imagined the swings swaying back and forth, back and forth.

 



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I figured I could do pretty much the same thing next week. Ted's ladies' night crowd had settled down to about 60% regulars, but less than 10% came every week. Most of the regulars only showed up once or twice a month. Next week would be a whole different crowd, so I could squeeze another week out of tonight's routine. 

I was wrong, of course. The crowd on the next Tuesday was about 50% larger than usual and almost all of the increase were repeats from last week. (Melinda wasn't there, but her friends were.) This was encouraging but I hoped a repeat wouldn't bore them, although I suppose a repeat was exactly what they had come to see. This time I chose a regular I'd seen there last week, so she knew what she was in for when I selected her. Her name was Lisa. 

Lisa seemed less intimidated by the whole thing than Melinda had been, so I decided to push things a little farther. After I had pulled her to her feet, I took her by the shoulders and turned her around. I removed a pair of handcuffs from my pocket, pulled Lisa's hands behind her, and locked them on her wrists. Then I placed my hand in the middle of her back and guided her toward the stage. I stood her at the front of the stage, as I'd done with Melinda. Lisa was tall, probably 5' 9", had long black hair and blue eyes with small breasts and long legs. She was wearing a dress which buttoned down the front (one of the reasons I'd chosen her). Once again I made a show of examining her, but also admiring her. I circled around her, lifted the hem of her dress, corrected her posture when she moved out of position, drawing the whole thing out longer than last time. Then I led her to the pole. 

I unlocked the handcuffs, pulled her arms behind the pole, and locked the cuffs back on her. She was a captive of the pole. I danced around, removed her shoes, threw off my cape, and did the whole routine much like before only longer. I unbuttoned her dress all the way down. It hung from her shoulders, revealing her bra, panties, stockings. I danced away and left her there in the spotlight, handcuffed in her underwear. After a while I returned and released her, picking her up and carrying her back to her table. I replaced her shoes, kissed her hand, and returned to the stage. Like Melinda, Lisa had never said a word except her name. Before taking a bow, I stood scanning the audience, as if deciding who would be next (which was exactly what I was doing). The room went completely silent. Everyone seemed to be holding her breath. Was I going to do another one? Then I bowed and disappeared from the stage. Audience reaction was the best ever. They clapped and screamed and screamed some more. Ted was going to have to get me a bigger tip jar. 

"Looks like you've got a winner," yelled Ted as I headed toward the back. "Just don't let it get stale." 

"I'm already working on the next one," I yelled back. 

The next week was a continuation along the same line. I knew where I was headed. I was going to strip one of Ted's customers completely naked. But I would work up to it over a period of weeks, or even months. I was going to ride this horse as long as I could. 

After 4 weeks, I was packing the place. Ted swapped Gary and I, giving me the 10 o'clock hour. Gary redid his act. It now had an air of apprehension about it, a feel of mystery, a sense of foreboding. I don't know quite what he did. He moved around much the way he always had, but the atmosphere he created was very different. He really was good. 

I talked to Gary, worried that he'd be pissed about the change. I had this image of gays being really sensitive and touchy. Gary was totally cool. He said he preferred the earlier hour because there were fewer drunks and he liked doing the warm up for my act. Creating an atmosphere was the kind of thing he was into. Besides, too many customers had been leaving after my act, so the tips were now better at 9:00. 

I asked him how he managed to strip for a bunch of women and make it convincing. He said it was easy, he just pretended it was a room full of guys. I was impressed. There was no way I could strip for a bunch of guys, make eye contact, respond to their reactions, and pretend it was a group of women. My imagination is more limited than that. But then, I have no talent. That's why I need a gimmick. 

As I said, my goal was to strip one of Ted's customers completely naked. And keep doing it. That would certainly turn me on, but what about the audience. Why would women come to ladies night at Ted's place to see a woman undressed? I was doing what I was doing partly because it worked and partly because I liked doing it. But why did it work? I had some ideas, but wasn't sure if I was really on the right track. I decided I needed a focus group. Kelly and Janice were the two waitresses I was the most friendly with, so I asked them. 

"You're looking at it all wrong," Kelly said. "They don't come to see a woman undressed. They come because it could be them. There's a certain element of danger that's a real turn-on for many women. They aren't really sure they want to be chained up and undressed in public, but the possibility is exciting." 

"That's right," Janice said. "The girl on stage is them. They vicariously experience whatever she does. They don't see some other woman being undressed on stage. They imagine themselves in her position. The thing that makes it work is that they really could be in her position. And it helps that the chains are real. It just wouldn't be the same if they were phony." 

"And at the end when you carry her back to her chair and kiss her hand. They like that." This from Kelly. 

While this conversation helped, I still couldn't understand the motivation and the girls couldn't really explain it to me. Why would they want the experience vicariously or otherwise? I still didn't know. 

I'd recently finished reading Richard Feynman's book "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman". He described an episode in his life after his wife died when he spent a couple summers in the late '50's hanging out in bars in the southwest. He'd buy drinks for girls, dance with them, etc. Always right around closing time they'd evaporate. He tried and tried to score. Always the same result. Finally, a guy clued him in. The guy said that if you wanted a girl to sleep with you, the thing to do was not respect her. Be rude. And above all, don't buy her ANYTHING. Not a drink, not a sandwich, not a cigarette, nothing. Then she'll sleep with you. He tried it. The guy was right. It worked. Then he thought that these were only bar girls and that's why it worked. It would never work with a nice girl. So when fall came and he returned to his teaching position at Cornell, he tried it on a nice girl. It worked just fine. Why? I don't know. He didn't know. It just worked. I wonder if that guy in the bar in the southwest is still alive. I'd like to talk to him. 

My routine was like that. It worked, but I don't know why. One thing was clear from my conversation with Janice and Kelly. I needed to work on the selection process. My current system of leaping from the stage only gave me access to the first couple of rows. I needed for every woman in the room to feel she could be chosen, was likely to be chosen. 

The next Tuesday I changed my opening. First I walked back and forth across the front of the stage, dangling a pair of handcuffs from an extended index finger. I looked over the crowd, making eye contact with as many as possible. Then I did my leap and somersault from the stage (this had become sort of a trademark) but this time I landed in an open area, instead of in front of my chosen target. I headed for the back of the room. I walked from table to table, still dangling the cuffs from my finger. Sometimes I would stop in front of a woman and dangle the cuffs before her, watching her reaction. Sometimes I would cup my hand under a chin and tilt her face toward me and look into her eyes. Sometimes I would lay the end of the quirt against a cheek, turning the girl's head to the side to see her profile, or brush her hair back to see more of her face. I tried to make contact with someone at every table. Eye contact if not physical contact, but I actually physically examined quite a few ladies. One girl toward the back was wearing a hat. I made her take it off, had her stand up. I walked around her. Then I moved on. I would have chosen her except she was wearing pants (she didn't know that was the reason I'd moved on). Skirts were sexier, and I liked lifting the hem with my quirt. By now, every woman in the room realized it was a real possibility that she could be chosen. I worked my way back to the back again. 

There was a woman sitting alone at a table against the rear wall. I'd seen her twice before, about a month apart each time. She appeared to be in her mid to late 30's, older than anyone I'd previously selected. The thing that had always attracted my attention was that she was always so perfectly groomed. Not a hair out of place, conservative make up done just so. It made you want to stick your hands in her hair and mess it up. She would be quite properly disheveled when I finished with her. She wore conservative business clothing, dark jacket and skirt, white blouse, scarf tucked neatly into her collar and a single strand of pearls. She always sat alone and I had the feeling she was in town on business and didn't know anyone here. 

I walked up to her, dangling the handcuffs. I was directly in front of her, the small cocktail table between us. I laid the handcuffs on her table, between her and her drink. 

"You. I choose you." 

She picked up her drink and took a major gulp. It was like an ambiguous lottery. Her number had been drawn. But had she won or lost? And the others, were they relieved or disappointed. Both. 

"Tell me your name, wench." 

"Elaine. My name is Elaine." She whispered so softly I could hardly hear her. The room was absolutely silent, otherwise I wouldn't have heard her. All eyes were on Elaine. No one spoke, no glasses clinked. 

I picked up the table, set it aside, and stepped closer to Elaine. I circled her chair, inspecting her. I picked the cuffs up from the table and stepped behind her. 

"Place your hands behind you, Elaine." 

Slowly, she drew her hands together behind her. I snapped the cuffs on her wrists. Then I pulled a collar from within my cape and buckled it around her throat. Elaine had blond hair which was cut short enough to leave her neck exposed. The collar was a new addition to the act and was highly visible on Elaine's throat. I snapped a leash to the ring on the front of her collar and told her to stand. She rose slowly and stood waiting for whatever was next. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. I tugged on the leash and turned toward the stage. Elaine turned and trailed along behind on about 6' of leash. I positioned her at the front of the stage as I had her predecessors and began her inspection. I touched her here and there with the quirt, correcting her posture (which didn't need any correction, but I liked doing it anyway). I unbuttoned her jacket, then stepped behind her and removed her handcuffs. Then I slipped the coat off her shoulders and hung it over the back of a nearby chair. 

Picking up the leash I led her over to the pole. I backed her up to the pole and told her to raise her arms overhead. It would be the manacles for Elaine. I snapped them onto her wrists. I danced around her a couple times then removed her shoes. After a bit more dancing around, I pulled her blouse loose from her waist band and began unbuttoning it. A bit more cavorting and unbuttoning and Elaine's blouse hung open. 

She was wearing a front hook bra. I'd been waiting for one of these. I unhooked it. I thought for sure she'd bail, but she didn't say a word. I pulled the halves of the bra to the sides. Elaine had small conical breasts. It was difficult to keep my hands off them, but mauling her tits in front of the crowd would blow the effect I was trying to create. I danced away, then returned. I placed the quirt under her chin, then drew it down her body. I withdrew again. 

Elaine remained chained to the pole longer than any of her predecessors, but finally I wrapped it up and carried her back to her table. Elaine was the first loner I'd chosen. All the others had been returned to a table occupied by their friends. I put Elaine in her chair, draped her jacket over her shoulders, and put her shoes back on her. As I bent to kiss her hand, she whispered, "Why me? Why did you choose me?" 

"You knew you would be chosen. How could you doubt it?" I turned away walked back to the stage. 

On a whim, I had left Elaine's collar on her. As soon as I left the stage, she headed for the ladies room to put herself back together. She returned a few minutes later, all fixed up and looking just like she did when she arrived, except she was wearing the collar. She had one more drink and then left, still wearing the collar. Definitely touched between the ears. I hoped I had done the same to/for the rest of the audience. 

The following week I chose a girl who refused to go. She just wouldn't do it. I'd never heard a room full of women hiss and boo before, but that's what they did. It sort of blew the mood I'd tried to set up, but I chose another and things went much as before. This started me thinking. A girl who refused at the outset wasn't too much of a problem, but if one ever bailed out in the middle, after she was chained to the pole, there was no way to recover. It would blow the whole evening. The chances of this happening were reduced by the reaction of the audience to the girl who'd refused to go this evening, but the chances of a bail out were much greater if I stripped a woman completely. I decided that when I completely stripped a woman, it would have to be a put-up job. It would have to be somebody I knew who knew what was coming. 

I knew just the person. My sister Barbara was 26, 3 years older than me. We loved each other, but had always fought when we were kids. She had often made my life miserable in the ways only a big sister can. Having grown up with her, I knew how to push a few of her buttons, too. I thought I could probably talk her into it. Also, the idea of stripping my big sister in public had an element of payback to it that was very appealing. The next day I gave her a call. 

"Hey, Barb. This is Dave." 

"I know who you are, Dave. I've heard your voice all my life." 

See what I mean? This was really going to be fun. 

"I need your help with something." 

"Oh? What's up." 

"You know that part time job I've got?" 

"You mean that stripper act? I've heard about that. It's disgusting. Why don't you get a real job?" 

"You mean a real job like the packing house?" 

"You know what I mean. How could I help you with your act, anyway? You need someone to undress you?" 

"Just the opposite. I've changed the act. I don't undress anymore. I undress the customers. I want to undress you." 

"David, you're completely nuts. You've always been crazy, but this is the weirdest thing you've ever come up with. You want your sister to get up on stage with you and take her clothes off? Dream on." 

"No, I don't want you to take your clothes off. I want to take your clothes off. You'll be chained to a pole." 

"DAVID! How could you... I'm your sister... I wouldn't... Fuck you, Dave." 

I knew I was getting her goat when she started to splutter like that. 

"It pays REALLY well, Barb." 

"Oh? How much?" 

"$500. Cash." 

"I really don't think I could do that. I just couldn't." 

"Well, think about it. If you change your mind, give me a call. Bye, sis." 

"Bye, Dave." 

Notice how fast she calmed down once I mentioned the money? Like I said, I could push her buttons, too. She'd come around. That was more money than she made in a week. She just needed some time to spend the money in her head. Barb also had a bit of exhibitionist in her soul. She would never admit it, but I knew the idea would appeal to her. I was confident she'd call back. This wasn't going to happen for a couple of months, so there was no rush. 

In the meantime, I continued with my act. Each week, I'd select a girl from the crowd, lead her to the stage on a leash, chain her to the pole and remove some portion of her clothing. One night I noticed a couple in the crowd. I was puzzled by this since Ted didn't normally let guys in on ladies night. That was the whole point. The women could come in for an evening of entertainment with their friends without being hit on every 2 minutes by some guy with a really bad pickup line. There were plenty of other places they could go if they wanted to get picked up. 

Naturally, that was the girl I chose. He just sat there and quietly watched while I cuffed her and buckled the collar on her throat. As I led her away on the leash, she looked over her shoulder at him. He nodded toward the stage. She turned and followed on the leash. I put her through the usual routine, except that the I only removed her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. Instead of carrying her back to the table, I led her on the leash. I handed her shoes, the keys to the handcuffs, and the end of her leash to the guy. He told her to sit down and continued drinking his beer. When he finished, he got up to leave. He had her shoes in one hand and her leash in the other. She followed behind, hands still cuffed behind her. I was envious. That was exactly what I wanted to do, take one of these ladies home on a leash. Ted later told me the couple were friends of his for whom he'd made an exception. He'd told them about my act and they'd wanted to see it. Ted had warned them that she might find herself a participant. I later got the collar and cuffs back. I wondered if he'd acquired his own set. 

The next week, as I was cruising the room making my selection, a girl stood up as I passed her table. "Choose me. I'll go." 

I stopped and circled around her, looked her up and down. "You're very attractive," I told her (she was), "but you don't do the choosing. I do." This exchange went over the PA. I moved on. I considered my point made. I usually preferred some ambivalence in the one chosen. I found that more exciting and the audience identified better with a choice who wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be there. 

Even so, the following week I noticed a girl in the front row wearing a collar similar to the one I'd been using. She had long hair, but she wore it up so you couldn't miss the collar. Although she was an obvious volunteer (exactly the thing I had rejected the previous week), I chose her. Her name was Cindy. I liked the idea of women coming to the club wearing collars and I knew that if her ploy was successful, there would be more of them next time. Fortunately, once I got her hands cuffed behind her and snapped a leash on her collar, she didn't seem quite so eager. Nonetheless, there needed to be a price for her forward behavior. I was going to have to carry things a little farther with her. After the usual inspection, I locked her in the manacles. She was wearing a front hook bra, which didn't surprise me. After I unhooked it, I unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her legs. After I got her skirt off, I unlocked the manacles and turned her to face the pole and locked them back on her. Then I cuffed her ankles. I had a pair of ankle cuffs laying behind the pole. The chain was short enough that she had to stand with a foot on either side of the pole. This was new. I'd never chained a girl with her back to the audience before nor had I chained anyone's ankles. Cindy looked apprehensively over her shoulder trying to see what I was doing. I spanked her. I gave her about 20 or 25 strokes of the quirt on the butt and the back of the thighs. I didn't spank her hard, but hard enough to elicit an occasional yelp. I saw Ted standing off by the side of the stage. He was nervous. He'd gotten used to me chaining his customers and partially undressing them, but I'd never beaten one before. I could tell he was ready to step in if this got out of hand. It didn't. I'd intensify each blow until I got a yelp out of Cindy, then back off and repeat the process. I finally took Cindy down and carried her back to her table. 




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"What a rush!" Cindy told her friend. 

Janice returned Cindy's skirt and Cindy headed off to the ladies room to dress. I noticed the place was about half empty. They were all in the can. 

"Why don't they just go before I start instead of trying to hold it all the way through my routine?", I asked Kelly. "There's plenty of time after Gary gets done." 

"I thought you knew. Whoever you choose goes through a major Q&A in the ladies room right after you finish with her. She's a celebrity for an evening. That's why the increasing competition to be chosen." 

"You're kidding." 

"No, really. She has to tell them what it's like. How it felt, what she thought, the whole mess. They over-process everything." 

"Amazing." 

"Many women have occasional fantasies about being ravished by a handsome stranger in a mask. Some of us have them more than occasionally." 

("Oh, really," I thought, looking Kelly up and down. This bears looking into.) 

"You provide a safe outlet for those fantasies. Usually vicariously, but if they're chosen it's up close and personal," Kelly said. 

Kelly's remark reminded me that I'd only completed half the equation. Although I was making great money now, I still wasn't getting laid. How had I managed that? I resolved to do something about it. 

I went to the coat room and slipped my handcuffs into Kelly's purse. A not too subtle hint. 

Near closing time, Julie came up to me. 

"Dave, are these your handcuffs? I found them in my purse." 

"I wondered what happened to them. What were they doing in there?" (Damn, wrong purse.) 

"I dunno, but here they are. Better keep track of them." 

I was right about the collars. There were seven or eight of them the next week. I didn't choose one of them, but I did the week after. That girl also got a spanking. That became the pattern. I wouldn't always choose a girl wearing a collar, but if I did, she got a spanking. I gave an occasional spanking to girls who didn't wear them, so not wearing a collar was no guarantee against a spanking but wearing a collar was a guarantee she would get one. I tried to get Ted to change the name of the club to "Castle Anthrax" but he wouldn't go for it. 

I still didn't get it. Girls were coming into the club wearing collars, knowing that if I chose them I would take their skirts off and publicly spank them. I'd heard an interview a couple of years before on NPR's "All Things Considered". The guy they interviewed sold a brand of women's jeans in California called 'Cheeks'. He'd just been dumped or jilted or something and he decided he was going to 'really let women have it' as he put it. He put up a bunch of billboards. On the billboard was a picture of a girl wearing the jeans. The Cheeks jeans were pulled down so you could see her cheeks. The reason they were pulled down was because she was lying across a guy's lap being spanked. He sold tons of jeans. Couldn't keep them in stock. Finally they made him take the billboards down. Apparently the bare butt was too much even for California, not to mention the spanking. But while they were up, he sold lots of jeans. (If anyone ever saw any of these billboards, or knows anything about them or the jeans, I'd be curious to hear about it. E-mail me.) I didn't know what to make of this except that I'd stumbled upon the same phenomenon. 

Barbara called. She'd decided she might be willing to give it a try. I almost didn't need her anymore. Things had evolved to the point where I could probably strip one of them completely without any negative repercussions, but this was safer. Besides, I just couldn't resist the chance to do Barb. 

I told her what to wear, where to go and when to be there. I gave her a rough rundown of the routine so she'd have some idea what to expect. I didn't tell her everything. I wanted her to get a few surprises. 

She had a surprise for me. She'd brought friends. Barb was sitting at a table in about the center of the room with two other girls. I didn't know them but she obviously did. I started my circuit of the room, stopping at various tables and examining various women. I finally worked my way around to Barb. 

"Your name, wench."

"Barbara," she replied. 

"You are selected, Barbara. Place your hands behind you." 

Barb quietly placed her hands behind her and I snapped the cuffs on her wrists. Then I buckled the collar on her throat. Her friends seemed stunned. She apparently hadn't clued them in. I leashed her and led her away. 

I stood Barb at the front of the stage and gave her a more thorough inspection than usual. I touched her here and there with the quirt, smacked her on the butt once when she moved out of position. Then I unbuttoned her blouse. This was different. I'd never done that before until the chosen girl was chained at the pole. Then I led Barb to the pole, unlocked the cuffs, and completely removed her blouse. This was also new. Then I raised her arms and locked the manacles on her. Barb seemed somewhat taken aback. I think the full reality was more than she'd anticipated. I removed her shoes, then unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off. Then I chained her ankles. Barb was now standing with her wrists chained overhead and her ankles chained on either side of the pole. She was wearing only her underwear: bra, panties, and stockings (I'd told her not to wear pantyhose). I unhooked her bra. She was now as undressed as she could get without unchaining her or cutting her clothes off. I pulled out my knife (I'd started wearing a dagger on my belt several weeks ago--up until now it had seemed merely decorative). I cut her bra straps and hurled the garment away. I danced away and let Barb squirm. It was obvious to me that this was more than she'd bargained for. I loved it. I returned and put the quirt under her chin, ran it down between her breasts to her crotch and away. Barb spoke not a word. I'd slipped out of my shirt on my last sojourn about the stage. I was no longer her little brother. I was a man with bulging muscles in a mask who had locked her in chains and stripped her, who had complete power over her. She would never again think of me as her little brother. I took her head between my hands, tilted it up and looked deep into her eyes. Even through the mask she knew that look was predatory. She shrank against the pole. The women in the audience could feel the electricity. Then I hooked a finger in the band of her panties, thrust the dagger into the gap and slashed the fabric. Several women gasped. Barb whimpered. I slashed the other side and pulled the panties away, exposing her to the room. There stood my naked sister, chained to a pole and wearing only her stockings. She jerked at her chains, trying vainly to cover herself, but succeeded only in emphasizing her helplessness and exposure. I cavorted about the stage, leaving Barb on display. She truly was beautiful. I'd never look at her quite the same way again either. 

I returned to bound Barbara and unlocked her chains. She thought we were done. We weren't. I turned her to face the pole and put her chains back on her. The audience knew what this meant, but Barb didn't. She could tell from their murmuring that something was going to happen. She twisted her head around, trying to see what I was doing. I placed the quirt next to her cheek and turned her head back toward the pole. She squealed when the first blow landed. It couldn't have hurt much but it surprised the hell out of her. I hadn't told her she would be spanked. After a moment she realized she wasn't hurt and I settled down to the pattern I'd used with the others: increasingly harder blows until I got a good yelp, then repeat the pattern. I got four or five good yelps out of Barb, then we were done. 

I'd thought about how to get Barb back to her table. I didn't want to carry her naked, nor did I want to dress her on stage. Janice came up with a large fluffy robe. Something I could wrap her up in that would make her feel warm and cozy, protected, coddled. I unchained Barb, wrapped the robe around her and picked her up. I gazed into her face. She hadn't returned to earth yet, but she was enjoying the change in emotional climate after her spanking. She snuggled deeper into the robe as I held her. When I got back to her table, her friends were sitting there with their jaws hanging open. (Barb hadn't told them anything. They only knew they were going to see a male stripper. They didn't realize who he was going to strip.) I put Barbara's shoes back on her, kissed her hand, etc. Kelly had collected Barb's clothing, folded it and left it in a small basket next to her chair. 

"Barb," I said. "Barb, it's over. You should go get dressed now." Barb hadn't been touched between the ears, she'd been hammered. A major mind-fuck courtesy of the masked stranger who used to be her little brother. 

I turned to leave and noticed Barb's friends still sitting there gaping. I just had to fuck with them. I walked over to the nearest one. 

"And who might you be, wench." The room fell silent again. It had been abuzz since I'd returned Barb to her seat, but now all conversation ceased. This, too, was different. Always before when it was over, it was over. Would there be a second episode? The only sound was the clink of a few glasses. 

"We are all waiting for your answer." 

"I'm...I'm" 

"Just say your name." 

"Susan." 

"Have you enjoyed your evening, Susan?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"And you'll have quite a story to tell at work tomorrow, won't you." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Let's add a little footnote to your tale, shall we?" 

"I don't think..." 

"You won't need to. Just do as I tell you. Now place your hands behind you." 

Susan didn't move. I leaned closer to her. 

"Susan, you're not paying attention. I'd hate to think you're being naughty like Barbara." 

Susan's hands flew behind her back. She certainly didn't want to be naughty, with all that that implied. I stepped behind her and cuffed her. I walked back around Susan. 

"And what is your friend's name, Susan?" 

"Her name is Alice." 

"Thank you, Susan. You've been a very good girl. I hope you'll visit us often." 

I turned to Alice. "And what about you, Alice. How is your evening going?" 

"Just fine, sir. So far." 

"So far, huh? Well, we'll try not to trash it too badly. Stand up, so I can look at you." I began pulling Alice's chair out from under her so she had to stand. She stood with her hands clasped tightly in front of her. 

"Come, come, Alice," I mocked. "We can hardly get a good look at you when you stand like that. Now place your hands behind you like a proper young lady so we can all see how pretty you are." 

"Oh, please," Alice whimpered as I locked her wrists behind her. She was terrified. I thought she was going to cry. 

"It's all right, Alice. You can sit down now." I held her chair for her and she sat back down, looking very much relieved. 

I walked back over to Barb, who had come out of her daze and was watching me tease her friends. I took her hand, placed the key to the handcuffs in her palm and closed her fingers over it. I said nothing, but turned and headed back to the stage. Barb picked up her basket and was off for the ladies room. It seemed Alice and Susan would remain in their cuffs until Barb was dressed. 

Barb was still wearing her collar. This had become sort of a trademark of mine, too. If a woman wasn't already wearing a collar when I selected her, I left mine on her. It was my way of marking her as mine. It also became customary for her to leave it on the entire time she was in the club. They usually took them home as a souvenir, so I had to maintain a stock of them. 

I returned to the stage, took a bow, and headed for the bar. This had been a more intense experience than usual for me, as well. I wanted a beer. By the time I got to the bar, almost all the tables were empty. They were all in the can with Barb, except for the ones out in the hall who were still trying to squeeze in. Alice and Susan were also gone from their table. 

Ted came over. He hadn't been fooled for a minute. 

"That girl was a shill, wasn't she, Dave. It was a setup." 

"Well, yeah, it was. For my first full frontal nudity, I had to know it was going to work. It would ruin the whole thing if she bailed right in the middle." 

"It's OK. You don't have to apologize. You did exactly the right thing. I appreciate your prudence.". 

"But how did you know?" 

"A whole bunch of things. For one thing, you were just a little bit too familiar with her. For another thing, you chose a girl I'd never seen before. You never do that when you're going to crank things up a notch. You always choose a regular who has some idea what she's in for. Other stuff, too, that tipped me off. I don't think anyone else picked up on it, though." 

"You know," Ted continued, "I could probably get some of the girl strippers from the other nights to come in and shill if you need them." 

I was shocked at his suggestion. He was smart and experienced. If anybody didn't show up, Ted pulled their shift. He could tend bar, wait tables, work the door, quiet a noisy drunk, stop a fight, muscle a troublemaker out the door, dry tears, and mop the floor. Ted had radar. He could spot an underage with a phony ID from across the room. Liquor control had never caught him in any violations. But this one went right by him. 

"No, Ted, I couldn't use them. Everyone knows them. It would be obvious they were shills. It would make the whole thing phony. Each woman in the audience has to believe it's one of them that's chosen, that she could be chosen. It's a real customer who gets locked in real chains and gets a real spanking. It's the whole 'there but for the grace of God go I' thing. We both know this thing will be over some day, but if we phony it up, it will end real fast. Please, let me get the girls." 

"OK, OK. It was just a suggestion." 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get excited. You just never missed one that bad before." 

Janice wandered over and reported on Barb's debriefing. Barb was enjoying the attention, although about 6 girls jumped down her throat when she tried to take her collar off. I'd forgotten to warn her about this aspect. I hoped she wouldn't blow it and let on that it was a setup. Apparently, Barb had had the sense to play along. I think she realized that if she let the truth slip out she would instantly change from heroine to traitress. It seemed Alice and Susan were also receiving a minor amount of attention. They were probably going to spend the rest of the evening handcuffed. 

I usually left right after my act, but tonight I needed to keep an eye on Barb, so I sat at the far end of the bar in the dark. I couldn't take my mask off in the bar in order to maintain my secret identity. The customers all thought Ted had fired the old guy and hired a new one when I changed my act. There was a lot of speculation as to who I was. There were rumors that I was a doctor or lawyer or some rich guy who was only doing this as a hobby. I tried to discourage this sort of rumor since it could cut into my tips if they thought I didn't need the money. I started a rumor that I was a poor college professor who'd had to resort to this to make ends meet. That didn't work too well. I wasn't built like they imagined a college professor would be. Be that as it may, I didn't want them to know I was Dave. I liked it better if they thought I was someone mysterious and elusive. It added a little bit of extra drama to the whole thing; so I always wore my mask in the bar, and I usually disappeared quickly after my act was over. 

It was going on 11:00. Almost time for Tom to go on. The tables started to fill back up. Waitresses were scurrying around trying to get everyone supplied with fresh drinks before he started his routine. Barb and her friends returned to their table. Sure enough, Barb had her collar on, and Susan and Alice had their hands still cuffed behind them. Kelly served them drinks with straws. They left after Tom finished. Ted kept an eye on them for me. He said Barb had freed her friends when they got to their car, but she had driven off still wearing the collar. They would all have a story to tell their coworkers tomorrow. 

I had one other reason for hanging around. My attempt to stuff a pair of handcuffs in Kelly's purse had been rather inept. I decided a direct approach would be more effective. She'd already dropped a major hint. I would handle her the way I did the customers. I hung around till after closing.

When Kelly came out, I was leaning against her car, dangling the handcuffs from my index finger. 

"You are chosen, wench." 

She looked at the cuffs, looked at me, then turned and clasped her hands behind her. I locked the cuffs on her, buckled on a collar, leashed her and led her over to my car. I helped her into the front seat, then strapped her ankles together with my belt. I fastened her seat belt, got in and drove off. I was finally going to get laid. 

When I got home, I led Kelly to the basement. I was not unprepared for this event. I got her out of her blouse, then fastened her in a pair of manacles that dangled from the ceiling. I put on some music, lit some candles, and recreated my whole act. I removed her shoes and skirt, then cut off her bra with my knife. Only this time, I did play with her tits. I gave them a good mauling, then sucked on them and bit her nipples. I took her face between my hands and kissed her long and hard. I cut away her panties, ran my hand up her leg and plunged my finger into her. She bucked and moaned as my finger penetrated her. I pulled my finger out and belted her ankles together. She was naked except for her stockings. Stockings turned me on, so I left those. Then I spanked her. A real spanking. I brought her nearly to tears. She begged me to stop, please stop. Finally, I did stop. I took her down and tied her hands behind her with rope, then took her to bed. I fucked every orifice she had and then tried to drill a couple of new ones. Finally, when we were both exhausted, I tied her ankles again and we fell asleep. I untied her once during the night so she could go to the bathroom. When she returned, I tied her up again, wrists and ankles, then made her blow me. She certainly wouldn't be able to say she hadn't been ravished. 

When morning came, I untied her, hooked a finger into the ring on her collar, and led her into the shower. I washed her down (I especially enjoyed washing her tits), toweled her dry and dressed her. Then I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. I set her gently in a chair, kissed her hand, and fixed her breakfast. After we ate, I dropped her off at her car. She was still wearing her collar. I headed off to the packing house. It was going to be a long day. 

When I got to the club the next Tuesday, I saw that Kelly had worn her collar to work. There was a miniature padlock locked on the ring on her collar. (Cindy, the first girl I spanked, had started that. She showed up the following week with a tiny padlock locked on her collar ring. After that, any girl who had been previously chosen wore a collar with a small padlock to the club.) Janice was on me the minute I sat down. 

"What's Kelly doing with that lock on her collar?" 

"You'll have to ask her. A gentleman doesn't discuss such things." 

"What a crock. Now spill it." 

"Ravished she wanted, ravished she got." 

"No wonder she's so smug."

"If she's a problem, let me know. I'll see that she's punished." 

"Don't you get smug on me too." 

"Silence, wench." 

It was time to go on. This time I chose one of the girls who came in a collar. I'd seen her there last week, so I pulled out all the stops. I gave her the same treatment I'd given Barb. Full frontal nudity, spanking, the works. As I carried her back to her table, wrapped in the robe, she kissed me on the cheek. 




Want an Experience?



"Do you want an experience?" That was all the message read, and she had replied "Yes".

She checked herself in the mirror one last time, making sure her makeup was just right. She had to chuckle to herself. It wasn't the makeup he was going to be interested in. She popped into the bathroom one last time. Didn't want to pee in the middle of it, what ever "it" was.

The drive to the economy hotel was short but to Sami it seemed forever. Scenarios of what could happen surrounded her, her quick mind leaping from one possibility to another.

She had contacted Chase only because she was in charge of their high school reunion. 25 years! Those years had changed her so much. Sounds like it had changed him too.

They had emailed back and forth for a couple years, even talking on the phone. The more they talked, the more alike they seemed. Their conversations became less guarded, more open and honest. Some of it was down right revealing, revealing even about her self.

"Do you want an experience?" She had said yes, but Sami wished she had taken more time as he started fleshing out his idea. It came down to the question: Did she trust him? She guessed she did, to the extent that you trust anyone you kind of know, but what she was doing was a far leap from that type of trust.

Chase knew she was flying in to their old home area for a week during the holidays. He told her that if she trusted him, and if she wanted an experience, she was to agree to do what ever he said for one night.

She had said yes, but had come close to turning it down or cancelling later, finding excuses. The thoughts of what the night might turn into played through her mind for the week prior to the trip. Maybe he was just having some fun and had only planned dinner and a few drinks while catching up on old times.

On the other hand, he could be the kind of person you only heard about on the news, pent up hostilities, teenage angst suppressed for too long. No, he sounded well balanced, quick with a joke, and besides, for some strange reason, she did trust him.

Most likely, he was just looking to get in her pants. She smiled. That wouldn't be so bad either. It had been a while since she had felt her libido engaging, and for this situation, it seemed kicked in to overdrive.

She pulled into the hotel and found a parking space. She sat in the car, her cell phone in her hand, tempted to call him even then and cancel. He had said she could cancel at any time, no hard feelings, and that he would understand.

No damn it. She was here, and how often do you take wild chances like this.

She got out of the car, walking with a purposeful stride, until she got to the door of the hotel. Her self confidence faltered as she looked at the old man behind the counter. The old man looked up and she thought about what he must be seeing.

Not knowing what to expect, she had dressed sexily, but just conservative enough to still be able to go to a nice restaurant. Now here she was in a low cut dress, asking for a key to some mans hotel room. "God, he must think I am a call girl." She thought. "Well, its not like I am ever going to see this old man again, and if I am going to be a call girl, I am going to play the part." 

Sami swayed her hips as she glided up to the counter. "Hi there," she purred, "You should have a key back there with my name on it, sweetie." Where had that southern accent come from, she wondered.

The old man turned and looked over the rack of key cards. "Would you be Sami?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, that's me, darlin." She said as she leaned forward to look at the keys with him. She knew he was getting an eye full of her D cups. They were held up by the high counter, and as she leaned forward, her low cut dress opened even more, showing the blue lace bra she was wearing.

The old man, Roy by his name tag, reached for the key, missing on the first grasp because of his attention on the bountiful display in front of him. As he handed the key to Sami, his eyes finally raised to meet hers. A smile deepened the crinkles at the corner of his eyes. 

"Here you go Miss." He said while holding the key to her.

"Thank you hun" Sami said as she took the key, letting her fingers linger for a split second as they touched his hand.

With a smile, she turned and sauntered to the elevator, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole way.

As the elevator closed she leaned her head back against the wall, laughing to herself. "WOW. That was wild." She thought. "I have never acted that way. It will be a wild night if I stay in this mood."

As the elevator dinged and the doors started to open, she straightened up. Checking the mirror, nodding to herself that she liked what she saw, and exited the elevator.

What was she going to find as she opened the door. Will Chase be sitting with a beer watching a football game while he waited for her? No, she didn't think so.

Would she find him naked, spread eagle on the bed. No, he seemed to have too much class to be that crass.

Taking the deep breath, she inserted the key and let herself in.

The room was lit only by a single lamp, the scarf draped across it giving a low light of burgundy.

Jazz could be heard playing lightly. The bed was turned back, a fine silk kimono folded neatly, with a note folded on top of it.

"You are always up and running, doing for others. Tonight is about you. Your bath is drawn and waiting. You have an entire hour to spend. Enjoy and see you soon. Chase."

Sami peeked into the bath, foam bubbled high, the smell of lavender in the air. The room was light with candles placed around the large tub. She chuckled. "Don't think we are going out to eat tonight." 

She took the kimono and entered the candle light room. Closing the door, her hand paused at the lock. "What the hell." She thought and opened the door slightly.

Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the deliciously hot bath, slowly sinking down with a sigh of contentment. On the floor next to the bath sat a bottle of wine in a chiller, to the right, a glass of wine was poured and waiting.

Sami laid back languidly, a soapy hand reaching for the wine.

Once again, Sami wondered just how she had gotten herself into this crazy situation. Things like this only seemed to happen to her. She never heard her girlfriends talking about these types of situations. But then again, this wasn't the kind of situation that came up while chatting at the water cooler.

The wine was hitting the spot, relaxing but not making her tired. She laid her head back against the bath.

The hour swept by faster than she expected and soon Sami was up and drying herself, putting on the kimono over her light blue lingerie. The music had stopped sometime unnoticed.

As she entered the still empty bedroom, she saw a new note on the bed.

"You relaxed I hope" it read; "Now we see if you really trust me. Here are the rules to the game. 

You will lie back in the middle of the bed. You will use the MP3 player and ear buds, turning the music low. You will cover your eyes with the blindfold You will hold on to the scarves hanging from the head board. To stop at any time all you have to do is remove the blindfold, let go of the scarves, or just ask me to. I hope you enjoy your experience. This is just a gift from one friend to another.

Taking a deep breath, then the last gulp of wine, she lied back on the bed, turned on the music, laid the light silk blindfold across her eyes, and wrapped her hands in the scarf. Thoughts ran through her mind. "What a picture I must present. The kimono is so short I am sure I am almost on display. Was that the door?" Her ears struggled to capture the sound over the music.

A slight breeze ran across the bare skin of her legs. Her skin tightened in anticipation, her breath caught in her chest. She laid waiting, expecting but not knowing what to expect. A heartbeat, two, and then she exhaled. It must have been her imagination.

She listened to the song. What else was there to do? The driving beat, the heavy chords, seemed to pull her into the music. The longer she listened, the deeper she was immersed in the sounds, almost awash in music. Each beat mirrored with a beat of Sami's own heart, slow, steady.

A breeze ran across her foot. At least she thought it was a breeze. If not, then the lightest touch she had ever felt. Her breathing quickened, her grasp on the scarves tightening, a shiver running across her skin. Slowly the light touch ran up the outside of her leg, along her hip, and disappeared. 

She searched all her senses to ensure herself that she had actually felt it. Her ears strained, her nostrils flared. Her skin prickled.

Inhaling deeply, she caught the aroma of male cologne. Searching her memory to place it, it slowly came to her, obsession for men. She inhaled again. 

Her lips were brushed with something cool. Her head jerked back into the pillow of its own accord. It took her a moment to determine that he was offering her another sip of wine and her lips parted searchingly. The glass was pressed lightly to her lips and a sip of wine lightly coated her tongue. 

She lay back, slowly letting the wine trickle down her throat. She could sense movement, a change in sound, a shadow across her thin blindfold.

A hand lightly brushed her cheek, first one side then the other. She fought the temptation to shake the silk from over her eyes. Curiosity has always been strong in her. But she stayed where she was. She felt strong hands rubbing her shoulders, massaging, kneading her tense muscles. Slowly she allowed herself to relax, to sink deeper into the mattress. The music rose to retake her subliminal mind, beat, beat, beat went the music. Beat, beat, beat went her heart, slowly, evenly. The hands released her shoulders. She waited, the music driving her breathing. 

Searching, 

Waiting.

Something rubbed against her feet. Her hands almost flew from the scarves, her ticklish sensation coming close to overtaking her conscious control. The touch became more firm. "Ahhh", she exhaled laying back. A foot rub! How absolutely unexpected, but wasn't that just like him. He seemed to never expend all his surprises. His strong hands worked into the bottom of her feet, his thumbs working her sole and his fingers lightly caressed the tops of her feet. 

The music slowly changed yet again. The bass getting deeper, the beat getting slightly faster. 

Her heart beat slightly faster.

His caresses left her feet, working up the side of her calves. Sometimes massaging, sometimes just fingernails lightly scratching, always moving, always in touch. 

Her legs slightly opened on their own accord. His strong hands working around her legs, up to the knee, back to the ankle. She sighed. "God, this felt good. He had made her use a blindfold and hold on to scarves, not for the reason she first thought. It was not to make him the one in control, but to make it all about her. Even now her thoughts were to reach out, to reciprocate, but still she held on to the scarves.

His hands worked higher, teasing the inside of her thighs, rubbing, lightly scratching. She had reached that point where it had stopped being relaxing and was becoming more exciting, invigorating. His hands approached the edge of her French styled panties, reaching under the kimono. Her breath came faster, deeper, the music pounding out a faster beat, until...

"What the hell?" She thought. The music suddenly slowed, the hands receded. She felt her hips raise slightly of their own will, searching for the feeling it was wanting.

Something brushed her lips again. She licked them, tasting whipped cream. 'Hmm, so he was going to play.' She thought. Again she felt the cream against her lips. Again she licked it off. The next time she felt it, it remained. Her tongue reached out, questing for the taste again and finding it. Along with it she caught the aroma of strawberries. Gently, she licked the glazing from the fruit, then took a light nibble. Succulent was the only word she could think of. Another bite, another, and the strawberry was gone. Another was offered, and she opened her mouth wide to accept it. He teased her mouth, making her raise her head just a little. She could hear his low laugh as she scouted for the bit.

She laid her head back, licking her lips once again. She felt something else against her a set of lips, firmly but lightly bussing hers. A long languid kiss. No forcing, no racing for a goal, just a long slow firm mouthwatering kiss. As he broke the kiss, he nuzzled her chin, lightly raking her skin with the stubble of his beard. Feeling him slowly nibbling his way to her chest, then back, Sami felt her breath quickened yet again, her nipples getting hard, feeling herself getting moist, or more so since she had been that way for the last three days thinking about this.

Slowly she felt the ties holding her kimono tight being loosened. Lightly the robe was opened, the ends of the silken belt leaving trails of sensation across her stomach. She could imagine him stopping from his mission to enjoy the new view. She felt his hand start rubbing leisurely across her stomach, making slow circles, drifting first to one side then the other. 

Once again Sami's head was a jumble of thoughts. 'Geez, this felt good. He was talented at seduction'. If anyone had told her two years ago that Chase would be here kneeling beside the bed, rubbing her body as she lay blindfolded and grasping scarves, she would not have called them crazy, she would have called a doctor, and sent them to an asylum. 

His strokes got wider, drifting to the bottom of her breast, and to the tops of her panties. A slight pause was broken as both hands firmly grasped her breast. Not painful, but definitely not timid in any way. He rubbed, massaging, and then paused to open the front clasp to her bra. Sami held her breath, feeling the air hitting her already sensitive nipples. He palmed her beautiful breast, rubbing slow circles. She could feel the roughness of his palms across her sensitive flesh, tingles of electricity bolting through her body. The hands cupped her breast from underneath, pulling them together, lips lowered to meet them. Lightly, his tongue circled her breast, but not her nipples. He traced the underside of each breast, across the top, nibbling his way around each side, always approaching but never quit touching her nipples. 

Sami inhaled, her back arching, raising herself questing for the touch she wanted. The music came to her through a fog of feeling, a haze of want and need. Around her breast he teased, his five o'clock shadow leaving nerve endings more awake and vibrant. 

His lips made circles on her breast, now a nibble, now a lick, circles getting ever closer to her taunt nipples. Slowly, slowly the circles drew tighter until finally....

A pause...

She cussed him in her mind as her body strained. She wasn't sure if this was a treat or a torment.

A light lick across one nipple.

A pause.

Another across the other nipple.

'Damn" she thought. 'Get on with it.'

Suddenly his mouth descended over one breast, tongue dragging around and around. Her head pressed back into the pillow, a groan escaping her lips. Waves of sensation washed over her.

The lips only stopped long enough to switch to the other breast, again sending sensations bouncing throughout her body, her breath catching. 

She winced as Chase suddenly nipped a nipple, jerking away from his touch and as quick raising her self back to reconnect with him. He took the time to please, not just taking a passing lick on his way to elsewhere. He made love to her breast with his mouth, her head rolling from side to side. The blindfold had slid off but it made no difference. Her eyes were closed and groans of pleasure engulfed her.

He disappeared. It took her a few moments to become aware that he had stopped. Her breaths long and drawn out. The silk lightly draped back over her eyes. 

She felt something cold against her thigh. 'Snip'. Again 'Snip' on her other side. 'Darn!' she thought, 'He cut my undies and those were expensive. Oh well, I will but another set.'

A hand glided across her mound, her legs instinctively closing and her knees pulled toward her chest. He paused as she stayed still, then slowly lowering her knees and spreading her legs purposely. She was in all respects offering herself to the pleasure. 

The hand glided again across her smooth hairless mound. She had shaved earlier in the day as she prepared for what ever may come. She had blushed when she did it, undecided on what she was actually hoping for.

His lips descended over a nipple once again, languidly licking and teasing her. His hand pressing in and he rubbed lazily across her most private area. A finger slowly separated her lips, traveling down, than back up, slowly circling her clit. His touch was at once firm and commanding, and teasingly light and varied. Her breath let out in a shudder, the forgotten music once again entering her consciousness. 

As he licked and stroked, she felt the passion raising, as was the beat of the music. 

She felt his hot breath on her stomach, a trail from his tongue tracing across her abdomen. His hand still teasing her clit, soon replaced with his mouth. His tongue was as talented as his hand, licking lightly one time, more firm later, now on her clit, now separating her lips. He suckled on them, licking around, never in any discernable pattern. She could not foresee where Chase was going to touch her next. His nails raked lightly up her thigh; his head dipped a little more, his mouth coming into contact with her bottom. Any other time she would have been extremely embarrassed by this. It had happened to her before but she had shied away from it. At this point, she didn't care. A growl of animal lust escaped her throat. She raised her ass from the bed, raising high into the air while opening herself to more. More what? 

Sami felt Chase nip at her clit, then suck long and hard. Her hands jerked at the scarves, opening and closing around them. The music was a driving force, mirroring her feelings, pounding wave on top of pounding wave as her sensations built one on top of the last. 

His tongue a whirling dervish as his hands reached up to her breast, finding her nipples, and tugged lightly but firmly, twisting and tweaking them in turn.

She could feel it building in her. Like a freight train, her orgasm came at her, picking up speed, going faster and harder. The music drowned her ears. She wouldn't have heard her own pants and wails even had she not had on earphones. She was too far gone. Her hips rose and fell, literally rubbing herself against his mouth, gyrating, as he licked.

Like an explosion, the orgasm hit her, her mind totally wiped of all conscious thought, like a computer invented only to register pleasure. Her breath came in ragged gasp. Her hands strained against the scarves. She could feel the whole bed shaking as she was caught in the throes of the biggest orgasm of her life. As the licking and grasping continued, her orgasm did also. 'My God, how long could this last?' she asked herself.

With a groan of both pleasure and pain, her body slumped back into the bed. Sami may have passed out for a moment because the next she felt was the blindfold lifting and a cold damn towel lying in its place. She felt his hands as he slowly wiped her body with another damp towel.

After Chase was done, Sami curled up on her side, hugging a pillow to her body and fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, Sami was amazed at how well and deeply she had slept. She stretched like a cat, her hand feeling the bed to see if Chase was beside her. Her hand encountered something else entirely. She peeked between squinted eyes. 

There lay a single pink rose. A note neatly folded with it.




Want an Experience?



"For a friend" is all it said.

Sami rolled onto her back and noted the scarves still hanging. 'A memento of the occasion.' she thought. 

She chuckled to herself, thinking about how she would explain the fact that she suddenly was fond of scarves to her friends.



Want B, Take B, Have B



Author's note

This story is a sequel to my 'Keeping Faith' story and is also set during season 3 of Buffy when both the characters and actresses were over 18.

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Buffy's POV 

Another slow night for slaying. That's been the fifth night in a row. I wonder if it could mean something. Like maybe there's something big on the horizon.

Normally a few slow nights of slaying means that there is something coming, then again a few nights of heavy slaying normally means the same thing.

Of course I could just be paranoid and the reason for the lack of slayage is due to my fellow slayer coming out earlier than me and taking care of the job.

I haven't patrolled with Faith since the night we met Gwendolyn Post and I haven't seen her since the night........... since the night she caught me with Cordelia.

That was supposed to make everything better. My one night stand with Cordelia.

It was supposed to help me get my head straight but I left feeling even more confused.

The fact that Cordelia has been calling me at home hasn't helped.

She doesn't come anywhere near me at school in an attempt to make sure nobody knows about what we did or maybe it's to keep up the facade that she hates me. Then again maybe she does still hate me, but if she does why did she offer to be my one night stand in the first place? An why is she calling me every single night since the night we where together?

Earlier today because I wasn't answering her calls she actually showed up on my front door step and asked my mom if she could come in and see me.

Luckily mom had her wait at the front door while she came up and asked me if I wanted to see her.

I looked out my bedroom window and saw that she was still wearing what she wore to school which made me think that she had probably come directly from school to my house.

I then told mom to tell her that I was busy and the excuse I gave her was slayer stuff.

Mom passed on the message and I watched Cordelia walk back to her car making sure she couldn't see me from my window.

I wonder if mom suspects something.

I mean I don't think she would suspect anything anywhere near what is actually going on but I am sure she is curious about all the phone calls from Cordelia each and every day due to the fact that ever since the first phone call I have been letting mom answer the phone and I have told her that if it's Cordelia to tell her that I am busy.

After each phone call from Cordelia I have always asked mom if she told her what I wanted her to tell her and she would always tell me she had and I leave it at that without offering her any type of real explanation except for 'slayer stuff'.

And now Cordelia has shown up at the front door and I have had mom turn her away.

I know I am going to have to deal with Cordelia eventually and it is going to have to be before mom talks to Willow or Giles or Xander about me and Cordelia because the last thing I want or need is them asking me questions.

Apart from when she has called or when I have seen her at school Cordelia hasn't been the main focus of my attention.

Faith has.

Ever since the night I saw her looking in through that window at me I haven't been able to stop thinking about her. Actually that's not true, since she first showed up I haven't been able to get her out of my mind but now it's like every other thought is a Faith thought.

I still remember as clear as day that smile on her face through the window.

Ever since that night I have been wondering what she was smiling about.

I'm constantly wondering what she was thinking that night, what she is thinking now about it, and what does she think of me. Does she even think about me? And why does it matter to me so much what she thinks.

I'm not sure I want to know the answer to any of those questions but they keep repeating themselves in my mind anyway.

This wasn't my idea, I didn't plan this, going to see Faith tonight that is, it's all my mom's fault.

We were having a nice mother-daughter conversation and then out of the blue she asked me if Faith was going to spend Christmas with her family and that led me to stupidly telling mom the sad little information I knew about Faith and her family and that she'd probably be spending Christmas on her own. I immediately cursed myself for it because I realised that it would make mom invite her to spend Christmas with us and she wouldn't take no for an answer and I was right on both counts. I tried to talk her out of it but it was hopeless and before I knew it I was being reminded to drop by Faith's to ask her over for Christmas.

Only, that's not the real reason I'm going, it's just an excuse.

The truth is I need to sort out this mess.

I don't know how I'm going to do it, but something needs to be done, especially if something bad is coming, which in itself might just be another convenient excuse to go and see her.

But I need to deal with this and get it over with because it has been driving me insane.

All sorts of things have been going through my head since my night with Cordelia.

I'm not saying I regret my night with Cordelia........... in a way I don't but it certainly hasn't helped matters.

Maybe if Faith hadn't caught us it wouldn't be so bad.

I think that is the main reason why I am so confused is because Faith caught us.

Some of the things I've been thinking or imagining that Faith is thinking or planning on doing with the information that she has over me are un-Faith-like or things I can't imagine Faith doing but then I don't know what Faith would do with this information.

The last time we talked we didn't exacterly end very positively or rather the air between us wasn't exacterly cleared.

Faith hasn't had the easiest of lives. There haven't been that many people she could count on, there haven't been that many people who haven't abused her trust. The one person if not the only person she ever trusted she had to watch get killed by a Master Vampire and that was her Watcher.

I think the reason what happened with Gwendolyn Post hurt her so badly was because she was looking for somebody to trust. I don't know if she trusted me at that time or maybe she had until she found out that I hadn't told her about Angel weather she did trust me or not I think she did trust Gwendolyn and like so many others she abused that trust.

Once I've reached Faith's motel room I sighed deeply. Hopefully this situation will soon be resolved, one way or another.

Talk about de-ja-vu as I climb these steps I can remember the last time I climbed them and what I saw when I reached Faith's actual motel room.

That's really what started all of this off. Seeing Faith and Cordelia together.

If I hadn't seen that none of this would be happening.

I'm actually glad that Faith's blinds are down and her curtains are drawn mind you that only allows my imagination to wonder as if it hasn't been doing enough of that already this week.

When I have been awake I have been wondering and imagining what Faith is thinking and what she plans to do etc. When I have been asleep I've been wondering and imagining what it would be like to actually be with Faith the same way I was with Cordelia. And since my experience with Cordelia I have to say my imagination has gotten a lot wilder than it was before my experience with Cordy. 

Don't think about that Buffy. This is not the time or the place to be thinking about that. Think about what you're going to say to Faith. Think about how you're going to hopefully sort this situation out.

Ok.

Here goes.

I reach up and knock on Faith's motel room door and wait for her to answer part of me wanting to run as fast as I can like I did when both Faith and Cordy caught me watching them the last time I was here however I manage to stop myself from doing that.

Finally the door knob turns and the door opens to reveal Faith who the moment she see's me smiles one of those big smiles of hers which always makes at least half a dozen different thoughts and feelings rushed through my body in about a second.

"Hey B." Faith said, sounding totally casual.

"Hi Faith." I said.

"Ready for patrol?" Faith asked.

"No, it's done actually. I just thought I would stop by and see you on my way home." I said.

"Oh." Faith said almost sounding disappointed.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Sure." Faith said as she opened the door fully.

I walk in and watch her as she closes the door behind me. The moment the door is closed I feel trapped and a part of me wants out of here however I do my best to control my fears and my nervousness.

"Wanna a drink?" Faith asked me as she headed over to her fridge.

"What do you have?" I asked her figuring that maybe a drink will help me get through this.

"Just beer." Faith said as I watched her open the fridge and pull a beer out.

"No thanks." I said despite how much I would love a drink in order to quench my thirst I don't think alcohol is a very good idea under these circumstances.

"You sure?" Faith asked me shutting her fridge door and turning and walking towards me.

I nod my head.

"I'm underage." I remind her doubting that that would stop Faith giving me a beer.

It's a stupid answer anyway, I mean she's underage too.

Faith smiles at me.

"I won't tell if you don't." She said with a wicked smile.

I do my best to smile at her despite my nervousness.

"Sit down." Faith said, gesturing to the bed.

I walk over to it and sit down, doing my best not to remember what was going on with Faith and Cordy on this bed the last time I was here.

"So." Faith said causing me to look at her.

"How've you been?" She asks me.

"Good." I said wishing we could just get this over with already and yet not sure how to approach the subject I want to approach with her.

"You?" I asked her hoping that I can come up with a way for us to get to the subject soon due to the fact I don't know how much small talk I can take.

"Five by five." Faith said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Good." I said already hating that term due to the fact that it doesn't really answer my question and the last time I asked her how she was she gave me the same answer and I am sure she wasn't at all "five by five" as she puts it.

For the first time since I arrived neither of us are saying a word however we are both looking at one and other almost as if we are waiting for the other one to bring the subject up or at the very least waiting for the other person to start talking.

"So." Faith said as she breaks the silence much to my relief as she opens her can of beer and takes a swig, "Cordy tells me you're a bottom."

This takes me completely by surprise as I look at her with a completely new expression on my face. Obviously I can't see it but I am pretty sure it's one of shock and confusion.

"You've seen Cordelia?" I asked her my voice adding to my shock more than my confusion.

Faith nods her head.

"When?" I asked.

"Few days ago." Faith telled me seeming totally at ease.

There is one question I want to ask her but I don't because it's none of my business and I don't know if I want to know the answer.

"And she told you about us?" I asked instead of asking the question I really want to ask.

Faith once again nods her head.

"And she told you I was a........."

"A bottom." Faith said with a smirk.

I frown not knowing what on earth a bottom is and yet by my understanding the term a bottom is not a very good thing to be.

"Which is a..........what?" I asked.

Faith's smirk turns into a smile.

"It's a term used for someone who is submissive in bed, someone who likes the other person to be in control. It's generally a same-sex thing but I guess it can apply to straight couples too." Faith explained casually.

I tried not to blush and failed as her words sink in but then I focus on one particular thought. Cordelia said I was submissive, I mentally ask even though I am not sure who I am asking weather I am mentally asking myself or mentally asking Faith.

"Would you say you're a bottom B?" Faith asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"No, I wouldn't call myself that." I said a little defensively not really liking the term or thinking of myself as a bottom.

"Would you prefer the term bitch?" Faith asked her smile widening, "That can be another term for a bottom." "Can't you just ask me if I consider myself submissive." I snap only realising after I have said it what I have just said.

"Well do you?" Faith asked.

I think about it and realise at least from Cordelia's point of view that I was I guess you could say submissive when we where together but the only reason I was is because I didn't know what to do and she did hence the reason why I let her lead.

"Does it matter?" I asked looking at Faith.

"Well if you and Queen C are an item then yes." Faith said. 

"We're not an item. We never have been. We never will be. The thing with Cordelia was just.........." I said, doing my best to try and think of the right way to put this, "It was just a one-time thing. A one-off. A fluke. I don't want to repeat it or have to be reminded of it. Which brings me to the reason I'm here." "And that was because?" Faith asked.

"I want to know if you are planning on telling anybody about what you saw." I said doing my best to once again convince myself that this is the reason why I came here even though deep down I know that it isn't.

Faith looks at me her facial expression is either unreadable or she simply doesn't have a facial expression on her face that I can describe except to say it is one of total seriousness.

She slowly takes another swig of her beer as she continues to look at me.

"Is that really why you're here B?" Faith asked.

This takes me by surprise. 

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"I'm just thinking." Faith said taking a moment to take another swig of her beer, "Maybe if your experience with Cordelia wasn't that great you should try it with somebody more experienced."

I immediately get where Faith is going with this conversation and it is somewhere I do not want to go with her.

"No." I said, getting to my feet, "That isn't why I came here at all. I said why I came here. Now I am asking you to forget what you saw that night to pretend like it didn't happen and let us simply move on and get back to the way things where before."

With that I head towards the door however just as I am within reaching distance of the door Faith is there blocking my path.

"What's the matter B?" Faith asked in almost a mocking tone of voice, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of what exacterly?" I said, doing my best to sound un-afraid even though deep down I am a bit nervous.

"Afraid of what it would be like to be with me." Faith said smiling an almost predator like smile, "Afraid that it would be too good. Afraid that you would like it a bit too much."

I look at Faith in a way that suggests she thinks too much of herself.

However my look doesn't seem to phase Faith as she continues on her attempts to make me nervous.

"Is that why you have been avoiding Cordy? Is that why you haven't gone back to her?" Faith asked.

"I'm not going to avoid her anymore. I'll deal with Cordelia." I said doing my best to sound convincing even though I don't even believe the words coming out of my own mouth let alone believe that I am convincing Faith.

"You know B." Faith said sounding as though she hasn't heard what I just said either that or she hasn't paid any attention to what I have just said, "C's just a beginner when it comes to pleasing a woman. She doesn't know how to make a girl cum like I do and she never will."

I do my best to remain calm even though every fibre in my being is screaming for me to get the hell out of here. However it feels as though I am rooted to the spot I don't know why I don't just force Faith out of the way and run for it I don't know why I am not saying anything in response. 

Maybe it's because I can't.

Right now I don't feel as though I am in control of my own body anymore the only thing I can do is look at Faith who is looking back at me in a way that makes me feel things I have never felt before I wish I could say they where bad things but they're not.......... at least not all of them. 

"You're feeling very confused right now aren't you B? But I can take all that confusion away." Faith said, no longer sounding as arrogant as she did when she talked about how good she was at making a girl........... now she just sounds confident, "I can make everything as clear as can be. Being with Cordy obviously confused you. But maybe if you try another girl, a different girl, you won't have to question weather or not what your feeling right now was a fluke."

I'm still rooted to the spot. I know mentally what I want to say I want to tell Faith that it was a fluke and that it will never happen again and then tell her to get out of my way so that I can go home and get on with my life unfortunately the words die before they get to my mouth.

"Maybe then you can make peace with yourself rather than bury your feelings and live in denial. As for right now, you should go and think about it and come back when you're ready to stop making excuses for what you feel and have some real fun." Faith said, moving out of the way of the door and even opening it for me.

I look at her once the door is open and she looks back at me.

I then take a step towards the door and then another and then another not breaking eye contact with Faith until I am through the door and outside. Once I am outside I do my best to walk as fast as I can away from Faith's motel not looking back despite the desire for me to do so. I just keep walking until I finally reach home and when I do I stop and for the first time I really start to think about what Faith said to me before I left her motel room.

Faith's POV

Slow, but not entirely uneventful night so far.

Dusted a couple of vamps on my early evening patrol, but there weren't many of them and they hardly put up a decent fight which was hardly satisfying. Not that slaying is ever satisfying. The total opposite actually. Least I dealt with one H on my way back. Now if I could just deal with the other.

It didn't used to be that hard. Just go out, find some random guy or girl and fuck them senseless, but now even that isn't good enough.

Sure, it's almost good enough, and it's definitely better than nothing, but ever since I got to Sunny D whenever I get like this one person is always on my mind and the more I think about her the harder it is to enjoy getting off with anyone else. Even my little fuck toy Queen C can't take my mind off Buffy freaking Summers.

At least when I thought B was strictly dickly I could push her to the back of my mind while getting my rocks off but now I know she's into the girl on girl action I can't go five seconds without wanting to fuck her.

The crazy thing is if I really tried I could probably get B in my bed pretty quickly, only problem is if she's not 100% sure it's what she really wants she might freak out after, or worse during, kick my ass and never speak to me again. It would suck to loose such a powerful ally but I be losing so much more than that. B's not just a ally or a friend or anything like that, she's not even just the other slayer, I feel like she's part of me, like she completes me. Sounds sappy but it's not meant to, because she doesn't complete me in the sense that she's my true love or any of that fairytale shit, she completes me because our powers are linked.

The way I figure it there's only meant to be one slayer and now there are two there's an imbalance in the world, things aren't quite right with it, or with us, but when we're together it's like we're both the slayer and all is right with the world again, and us.

I'm sure B feels it too but she won't admit it. Me and her are two sides of the same coin, a coin which is destined to be together, not necessarily in the physical sense but like no matter what we do we're always going to be a part of each other.




Want B, Take B, Have B



Don't want to mess that up, but as good as we are as a strictly business allies just imagine how awesome we could be if we got down and dirty with each other on a regular basis. We'd totally be better in sync with each other, and as long as she doesn't get too attached emotionally it could be the best thing to happen to either of us.

We'd become stronger and I get a fuck buddy to put all my other fuck buddies to shame, because I know with B I wouldn't have to hold back. I would finally have a fuck buddy who could keep up with me, a fuck buddy who's actually on my level, or at least as close to it as anyone could possibly get.

That's why I'm dead set on getting B as my permanent little fuck buddy, and as much as I like to call her up or just invite myself around her house to get into her panties I'm going to let her come to me, and when she does I'll know she's ready to be talked into being my fuck buddy.

Till then I just got to wait.

I know she's coming cause I caught her fucking C so it's just a matter of time before she shows up.

Problem is all this waiting is killing me.

Never been a patient person and I'm getting tired of waiting around for her.

I'm just itching for some action, but I haven't had a real sex session for days.

I haven't had a decent session since the day after I caught B and C together. I figured B wouldn't show so soon so I called C over for some fun. It was actually extremely beneficial because I picked up some great information about B from it. Sure, C was a little reluctant to talk at first but I've become an expert in pushing the right buttons with her and soon I had her singing like a canary.

After that pretty much nothing but my fingers and toys, but it's not as much fun as a two or more party.

If B doesn't come round soon I might have to go talk to her whether she's ready for it or not just to stop myself going crazy.

Just then there is a knock on my door and immediately I'm on my feet. Man I'm eager. Like some kind of schoolgirl with a crush.

Not wanting B or anyone seeing me act like some lovesick teenager running to her door I casually walk over to my door and open it.

In the few seconds in between walking from the bed and opening the door I remind myself that chances are it ain't her but when it turns out it is I can't stop myself from grinning widely. The grin could have been dorky but I'm pretty sure I pulled it off. Just to make sure I greet her real casually.

"Hey B." I said.

"Hi Faith." B said.

"Ready for patrol?" I asked.

I was pretty sure that wasn't why she was really here but it could be a good chance for us to be alone and I'm pretty much expecting some kind of lame excuse for us to go somewhere where we can talk one-on-one, followed by equally lame small talk before B gets to the real reason she's here.

"No, it's done actually. I just thought I would stop by and see you on my way home." B said.

"Oh." I said, a little disappointed.

More than a little actually. I had imagined us patrolling and it seemed a good way to do this, plus it's always fun killing baddies with B.

"Can I come in?" B asked.

"Sure." I said, opening the door fully and allowing her to enter.

As she walks past me I smile and closed the door behind her.

Hadn't expected her to want to talk to me alone in my place, not with my big comfy bed only a few feet away. Well, not that comfy but if this conversation goes right I doubt B will care how comfy the bed is.

"Wanna a drink?" I asked as I headed over to the fridge.

"What do you have?" B asked.

"Just beer." Faith said as I pull a beer out of the fridge.

"No thanks." B said.

I resist the urge to laugh at her predictability or call her on it.

Really not looking to start a fight here seeing as me and B are hopefully minutes away from getting physical in a much more enjoyable way but I just can't stop myself from pushing this just a little.

"You sure?" I asked, shutting the fridge door and walking back to her.

B nodded her head.

"I'm underage." She said, making it really hard for me not to mock her.

She's just such a goody-goody.

"I won't tell if you don't." I said with a wicked smile.

She smiles back nervously at me and I realise I'm pushing this too much so I quickly change the subject.

"Sit down." I said, gesturing to the bed which she sits down on.

I then pause and think how I'm going to get her talking about the real reason we both know she's here. Not really in the mood for small talk but I'm pretty sure she needed it to make her feel comfortable so I started out with a simple question.

"So, how've you been?" I asked.

"Good." She said, "You?"

"Five by five." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Good." She said.

A silence falls over us which seems to last an eternity.

At first I'm waiting for her to say something, preferably something which isn't small talk, but she just sits there and I quickly run out of patience.

I try and think of something I can say which isn't sexual in any way but she's sitting there on my bed looking all kinds of fuck-able and nearly all I can think about is jumping her.

Not really wanting to engage in small talk or wait around any longer I decide to say something that will hopefully get her talking.

"So." I said as I opened my beer and took a swig, "Cordy tells me you're a bottom."

I fight the urge to smile as I see the look on her face.

"You've seen Cordelia?" B asked.

Not a part of that sentence I was expecting her to focus on but ok, I thought to myself as I nodded my head in response.

"When?" B asked.

"Few days ago." I said.

There was another pause and I thought I would have to say something else but then B broke the silence.

"And she told you about us?" She asked.

I nodded again.

"And she told you I was a........." B began.

"A bottom." I interrupted with a smirk.

"Which is a..........what?" B asked with a frown.

My smirk turns into a smile.

"It's a term used for someone who is submissive in bed, someone who likes the other person to be in control. It's generally a same-sex thing but I guess it can apply to straight couples too." I explained casually.

B starts blushing something fierce during my explanation to the point she's practically glowing with embarrassment by the time I'm done. It's so fucking cute.

"Would you say you're a bottom B?" I asked, trying not to smile too much.

"No, I wouldn't call myself that." B protested defensively.

"Would you prefer the term bitch?" I asked, full on smiling at this point, "That can be another term for a bottom." "Can't you just ask me if I consider myself submissive." B snapped.

"Well do you?" I asked.

To my delight B takes a few seconds to think about this.

"Does it matter?" B asked looking at Faith.

That's a yes.

Now for another question.

"Well if you and Queen C are an item then yes." I said. 

"We're not an item. We never have been. We never will be. The thing with Cordelia was just.........." B said, "It was just a one-time thing. A one-off. A fluke. I don't want to repeat it or have to be reminded of it. Which brings me to the reason I'm here." "And that was because?" I asked.

"I want to know if you are planning on telling anybody about what you saw." B said.

Silence falls between us again as I think about what she just said.

Part of me had been expecting her to say something like that, but the question is does she really mean it?

I study her harder than I ever studied anything before in my life, paying close attention to her body language and facial expressions, repeating in my mind not just what she said but how she said it. Studying all this led me to just one conclusion, what she just said was complete bull. Well, not complete bull, cause I doubt little Miss perfect Buffy Summers wants anyone to know she likes doing the nasty with girls, but it's definitely not why she's here.

"Is that really why you're here B?" I asked after a swig of beer.

B frowned. 

"What do you mean by that?" B asked.

"I'm just thinking." I said, taking a moment to take another swig of my beer, "Maybe if your experience with Cordelia wasn't that great you should try it with somebody more experienced."

"No." B said defensively, getting to her feet, "That isn't why I came here at all. I said why I came here. Now I am asking you to forget what you saw that night to pretend like it didn't happen and let us simply move on and get back to the way things where before."

B stormed off in the direction of the door but I can't let her leave, not when I'm so close. And I'm close, I can feel it.

B's mouth is saying one thing but every other part of her is screaming another. She just needs a gentle push in the right direction.

Before she reaches the door I cut her off, blocking her way out of where we both want her to be.

"What's the matter B?" I asked in a mocking tone of voice, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of what exacterly?" B said, sounding nervous.

"Afraid of what it would be like to be with me." I said with a wicked smile, "Afraid that it would be too good. Afraid that you would like it a bit too much."

B looks at me as if to say you're full of it but she's not going to be looking at me like that for long, or ever again if I get my way.

"Is that why you have been avoiding Cordy? Is that why you haven't gone back to her?" I asked.

"I'm not going to avoid her anymore. I'll deal with Cordelia." B said in the most unconvincing voice I've ever heard.

"You know B." I said, ignoring the last comment, "C's just a beginner when it comes to pleasing a woman. She doesn't know how to make a girl cum like I do and she never will."

I see a flash of lust on B's face and it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen. It lets me know I'm on the right track, that B wants this just as much as I do and if I play my cards right I can have her.

Problem is she looks so confused and frightened about what she is feeling it looks like she's 50% ready to jump me and 50% ready to run off and refuse to see me again.

Maybe with a little more encouragement I can get her to go with the first one. 

"You're feeling very confused right now aren't you B? But I can take all that confusion away." I said, "I can make everything as clear as can be. Being with Cordy obviously confused you. But maybe if you try another girl, a different girl, you won't have to question weather or not what your feeling right now was a fluke."

I study her facial expressions and body language very carefully and sadly I can tell there's no change. She's still incredibly freaked out and about a moment away from making my night or running out of my life forever.

The odds are 50-50, and I don't like them.

Normally I don't mind taking risks, in fact I thrive on them, but this is definitely an exception.

I think real hard.

Since everything I know about B tells me she's more likely to run than stay when given the choice I make a decision I know I'm going to regret right afterwards, but if it works it will be worth it.

"Maybe then you can make peace with yourself rather than bury your feelings and live in denial. As for right now, you should go and think about it and come back when you're ready to stop making excuses for what you feel and have some real fun." I said, moving out of the way of the door and even opening it for her.

B looks at me once the door is open and I look back at her.

She then takes a step towards the door and then another and then another, not breaking eye contact with me until she is through the door and outside. Once she's outside B walks fast, down the street, round the corner and out of my line of vision.

Soon as she's gone I get back inside, close the door and lean with my back against it, wondering if I've made a mistake.

Not wanting to over think it I try and put B out of my mind long enough to get myself off and watch some TV, maybe catch a little sleep so I'm nice and energised if a certain blonde slayer decides to make a booty call.

***

Ok, I need to fuck B.

I don't care if she ever talks to me again, I need to get this chick out of my system.

From the moment I first saw her she's been in my head, and when I found out B was a little girl on girl curious she was in every other thought, but since last night I've been thinking about her non-stop. And when I mean non-stop, I mean non-stop. She was all I could think about when I fucked myself to a couple of unsatisfying orgasms, she was in my dreams when I finally got to sleep, and she's been on my mind for every second of this miserable day.

If I don't fuck her soon I'll go crazy.

It's not even about want any more, my body is aching for her, and only for her, like it won't be satisfied with anyone else and it's freaking me out.

I'm not like this, this isn't me.

I don't crush this hard on anyone, especially not some sexually confused chick.

I just need to fuck her and get her out of my system and be done with it.

Sure, even if I fucked her for hours it would be hard to do all the nasty little things I've dreamed about doing to her but one time is better than nothing.

Nothing is no longer acceptable.

Either B shows up in the next 30 seconds and agrees to spend at least one night with me or I'm hunting her down and doing what I should have done in the first place, jump her, pin her down and fuck her into submission.

Ok, so I have said that several times today already and talked myself out of it but this time I really mean it. I'm going to fuck Buffy Summers tonight, and the world can either get behind me on this and deliver me a horny and ready to fuck Buffy on a silver platter to my doorstep or it can step aside, because tonight nothing is going to stop me from taking what I want.

Want. Take. Have.

Three words which I used to live by but now seemed to have forgotten. No, actually I remember want, it's all I seem to have been doing lately and I've had enough of it.

No more just want.

Want. Take. Have.

Want Buffy. Take Buffy. Have Buffy.

Mentally saying screw it to the countdown I jump off my bed were I had been lying moping like an idiot for hours and get ready to go Buffy hunting when suddenly there's a knock.

It takes me a second to reach my door and another second to open it. Between those seconds I briefly remind myself it's not necessarily her and the world could be just trying to screw with me but one second later the door is open and it's her and I don't even try and contain my smile.

"Hey B, come in." I said, standing back so she can enter.

She's not on a silver platter but this will more than do.

B pauses and looks at me.

If she doesn't get in here soon I'm going to grab her, pull her in, lock the door and rip every single item of clothing she's wearing to shreds.

Before anything so drastic happens B steps in cautiously.

I can tell she's just as nervous if not more than she was last night but I'm not going to be able to be patient with her. I was patient with her last night, more patient than I've ever been with anyone ever, but since then I've had to live with the fact that I could have had her and let her slip through my fingers, and that's not happening twice. Whatever it takes, I'm taking what I really want tonight.

"We need to talk." B said quietly.

"We don't need to talk." I said huskily, but added after I saw how nervous she was, "But if you wanna talk, talk."

There was a moment's silence and then B said, "You were right."

This made me smile. Always like hearing in that, but about what?

"About what B?" I asked out loud.

"I'm feeling confused." B admitted, "I'm thinking all these things, feeling all these things, and it's scary, and it's not scary, which is worse, somehow, and I need to be.......... less confused. I don't want to bury what I'm feeling, and I can't live feeling so confused, so.......... I'm willing to try letting you take my confusion away."

"I'm honoured." I said, unable to stop myself from that little sarcastic remark as I'm grinning ear to ear with triumph.

I take a step forward and B quickly said, "But only if you agree not to tell anyone about this."

"I promise." I said, taking another step.

"And this is a one-time thing, just like it was with Cordy. After this we just pretend it never happened and move on." B said softly.

From her tone of voice I know it's going to be impossible for her to pretend this never happened and that's fine with me, it will make it easier to get a repeat performance, something that is also clear she wants despite what she's saying.

I take another couple of steps forward until our lips are practically touching and pause, wanting to savour the moment.

"One more thing." B whispered, "Promise me I'm not going to just be another notch on your bed post."

If any other girl had asked me that I would have lied to her and said anything I needed to say to get into her panties, but with B I didn't need to lie.

"You could never be just a notch." I said huskily, before leaning in.

I wanted to tell her how all the other notches on my bed post meant nothing to me, how they were all just pieces of ass and she's so much more than that, she's the other slayer, the other one of me, a part of me, maybe the only person that means anything to me right now and the only person I could ever imagine meaning anything to me in the future, but I'm too horny so 'you could never be just a notch' will have to do.

Apparently it does as halfway to her mouth B's lips attack mine, the two of us engaging in what starts out as one of the roughest kisses of my life and quickly becomes the roughest.

Must have been right about B wanting this as much as I do because her hands are everywhere and her tongue is practically trying to kill mine.

As our lust filled kiss continues I try and move us to the bed, bashing both myself and her into fuck knows what along the way but neither one of us cares enough to even slow down the kiss, let alone stop it.

Finally when I'm positive we've reached the bed I push her backdown on to it and fall with her, my lips never leaving hers even when my body crashes on to hers, knocking the wind out of us both for a split second but even that didn't stop us for long.

We laid there making out for what felt like an eternity, which I enjoyed at first as it gave her the chance to relax and allowed me to enjoy some quality time with a pair of lips I've wanted to kiss since I first saw them, but my horniness caught up with me and soon I wanted more.

Finally I broke the kiss and bent my head down so I could press my lips to her neck. Soon I was kissing, sucking and biting the soft flesh I found there roughly, my body burning as I hear her moan lustfully for me as I attack her pulse point.

Figured she'd be into neck stuff just like me.

Makes sense. We're both slayers after all.

More than anything I just wanted to strip us both as quickly as possible but I knew I couldn't do that, not when B was feeling so confused and vulnerable, too much chance of her freaking out and bolting.

So I have to go slow.

There's another thing I have to do, or more accurately say. I really, really don't want too but I know I have too if I'm going to stop her from freaking out. So breaking away from her neck I lifted my head up until I'm looking into her eyes, or at least it would be if they weren't closed. I wait until she opens them, then I tell her what I need to tell her.

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop." I said, hating myself for giving her a way out when I really didn't want to give her one.

There was a pause and then B smiled at me softly.

I softly smiled back, but my smile soon turned from soft to wicked.

"Now." I said, grinning mischievously, "Let's get these clothes off you."

Buffy's POV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!




Want B, Take B, Have B



My eyes immediately pop open at the sound of my alarm clock going off.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 

I can't believe it's 9am already. I feel like I only just shut my eyes five minutes ago.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 

"Ok ok! I'm up! I'm up!" I said aloud to my alarm clock having already grown tired of hearing it.

I hit the button on the top of it to turn it off and once it is off I lay back and look up at the ceiling and the first thought that goes through my head is.

I wonder if Faith is awake yet.

The moment that thought goes through my head I immediately wish it hadn't. I already spent almost all of last night thinking about her and I wanted to spend at least 24 hours NOT thinking about Faith, or Cordelia, or this whole messed up situation. 

I was hoping that maybe after a 24 hour break I would have a clear enough head in order for me to deal with and solve this situation involving the three of us. Well involving me and Faith, although I still have to deal with Cordelia like I told Faith I was going too.

Despite the length of time I spent thinking about both issues last night I wasn't able to resolve either one of them. I don't know what I am going to do about Faith and I don't know what I am going to do about Cordelia. All I know is that I have to sort this out.

I think I should try and solve the Faith issue first since it is obvious that despite my intentions not to think about her today she is obviously still on my mind.

Maybe in solving the Faith issue I can also solve the Cordelia issue.

It's funny I haven't thought about somebody immediately after waking up since.......... of course the reason why I thought about that person was because.......... and that isn't what made me think about Faith.......... even though.......... but that doesn't mean anything.......... it can't. I can't!

Get up and get a shower Buffy.

I mentally tell myself as I get out of bed and quickly make my way to the bathroom.

Once I reach it I knock on the door to see if my mom is in there however no answer comes from inside the bathroom.

I knock again a little bit louder just to make sure.

"Mom." I called out.

However still no answer comes from inside and so I open the door and enter the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind me.

Once the door is shut and locked I immediately begin to get undressed wanting or rather needing to get these thoughts out of my head. 

As soon as I am completely naked I turn on the shower and once it is hot enough I get in under the nozzle and allow the water to cover me hoping that it will somehow help to wash away the thoughts that I am having. 

Unfortunately it doesn't, but it does have a soothing effect which allows me to concentrate on one pacific thought at a time.

Now.......... last time I.......... felt this way about someone.......... I thought about him almost constantly. Thinking about him almost always made me feel good no matter how bad I was feeling. All I had to do was think about him and I instantly felt better. Now Faith has been the first and last thing on my mind.......... a couple of times.......... but she hasn't been.......... I mean there have been times when I've gone to sleep thinking about.......... ok maybe not but there have been times when I have woken up and thought about.......... oh my god.......... no.......... no.......... there have to have been times when I have gone to sleep or woken up thinking about something other than her..........for some reason I just can't remember what those things were or when I thought about them. I can't think about this right now. I should still do what I planned last night. I know what I'll do. After I have had my shower I'll call Willow and see if she is free to spend the day with me. Yes, spending time with Willow will help me to not think about Faith for a while.

So with my plan set I focus on my shower and once I am showered and dry I put on my favourite casual clothes and call Willow. First we plan out the things we are going to do and then arrange to meet after I have had breakfast.

Once I've had breakfast I head out and off to meet with Willow both confident and determined that this is going to help me to not think about Faith.

***

Well, so much for the Willow idea. 

Despite my best efforts and how hard I tried Faith kept popping into my head.

The whole time we were out, whenever there was a gap in the conversation, or whenever Willow left me alone to go and change either into one of the outfits we where trying on in one of the shops we went in or when she went to the bathroom, just before we went into see a movie, not to mention during the actual movie, I kept thinking about my fellow slayer.

And with thoughts of her came the thoughts I was having this morning.

Actually they where the whole reason why I tried not to think about Faith, because I knew if I thought about her I would think about them.

Heck even after me and Willow ended our day out together I did everything within my power to NOT think about Faith.

I played some music.......... tried to read a book.......... watched TV.......... tried doing some homework.......... practiced out in the garden something I have never done before. I even tried meditating because Giles once told me that would help me to clear my mind. He always was a terrible liar. It got to the point where I was so desperate to try and not think about Faith that I even came out to patrol early.

My mom asked me why I was going out so early and I told her it was because slaying had been down a lot lately and that normally low slayage means something big on the horizon. No doubt I've caused her to worry about me more than she already does when I go out. I couldn't help it though I just needed to get out here.

I hoped and prayed to the powers that there would be some action to take my mind off of Faith but thus far I haven't ran into one damn vampire.

It's kinda funny in a weird way because if I wasn't so concerned with Faith I would probably be worrying about the lack of slayage.

I'm sure Giles will be when I tell him.

With nothing to distract me I guess I should try and think of a way to deal with this situation because it's obviously driving me crazy.

Clearing my head I thought about Faith, how she had been the first thing on my mind in the morning when I had woken up lately.......... and the last thing I had thought about at night before I had fallen asleep.......... and everything else in between. 

Sometimes when I've thought about Faith in the mornings.......... I've been hoping that I would see her.......... or I've been looking forward to seeing her.......... an whenever I have been down.......... thinking of her has always made me feel better. 

Thinking about her actually makes me feel..........good. I feel good when I think about Faith.

I've thought about Faith..........every morning and night........... and whenever I think about her it makes me feel good. But that doesn't mean I feel the same way about her as I did........... 

It has to be physical. I mean she's an attractive girl..........woman. No. I think.......... I want to be with her.......... but it's more than sexual. It's more than just a attraction. I don't just want to be with Faith sexually. I think.......... I think maybe.......... I might like to start.......... at least try.......... and start.......... dating her.

God I really need to think about this and make sure that this is how I feel.

I continue walking figuring that I have patrolled enough for one night and so I start to head home. However I stop as something that Faith said to me last night plays over and over in the back of my mind, that being that I should think about what I really want and come back when I'm ready to stop making excuses for what I feel and have some real fun.

I realise that is exacterly what I would do if I went home right now. I would think about it some more. What I have just realised. I am sure I would think about it some more. But then after having thought about it some more I would then start to think of 'reasons' why it couldn't happen. 'Reasons' why I couldn't be with Faith in that way.

Then I would start to think about what some of those 'reasons' would be. The 'reasons' would be things like, it's not normal, it's not right, it would be weird, I'm a girl and she's a girl, it just wouldn't work, etc.

Then I would start to make 'reasons' why me and Faith together wouldn't work and I would convince myself that these are real reasons why me and Faith being together couldn't happen when deep down I would know just like I know now that they are not real reasons they are excuses.

Well I am not making excuses anymore.

I want her.

I want to be with her.

If I go back home now I'll probably talk myself out of wanting her, and I don't want that.

So I start walking more purposefully than before only now I am not heading for home I'm heading for Faith's determined to tell her exacterly how I feel about her.

***

Well here I am again. Standing in front of Faith's motel room door. An all of that confidence that I had earlier has just gone right out of me.

I can't back out now, I just can't, I tell myself not sure if I am trying to regain some of the confidence I had earlier or if I am just trying to stop myself from turning and running all the way home.

Right now that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Turning and running. I mean Faith hasn't seen me. Her window blinds aren't drawn like they where last time I was here but still she hasn't seen me. At least I don't think she has. Then again I didn't look in and see if she was there. Maybe she isn't there..........maybe she's out..........on patrol.........or maybe she's..........at the bronze.......... or maybe she's..........

Ok, need to calm down and concentrate. All I'm doing is just making excuses not to go through with this again.

I take a deep breath despite the courage having gone I still feel a determination to go through with this and at the same time my desire to leave is just as strong as my determination.

Why not check. Just check and make sure she is in........... if she is. Then do it.......... If she isn't..........

I try and stop myself from thinking about if Faith isn't in due to the fact I am sure that if I leave here now I will convince myself not to come back and that's not what I really want.

Still wanting to check I look through her blinds to see if she is in. 

She is, but she's lying on her bed so she can't see me, so I could still leave if I want...........

No, I have to do this.

Taking a deep breath I walk round and knock on her door and she answers it.

"Hey B." Faith said, "Come in."

I frown slightly at how quickly she answered the door but I quickly shrugged it off as she allowed me to enter.

"We need to talk." I said once I was far enough inside the motel.

"We don't need to talk." Faith said as she shuts the door, "But if you wanna talk, talk."

I try and think of the best way to tell Faith what I want to tell her and after a minute or two of not being able to come up with anything good I decide to simply come right out and say it.

"You were right." I told her which causes Faith to smile.

"About what B?" She asked me.

Does she really have to make me say it?

"I'm feeling confused." I said, "I'm thinking all these things.......... feeling all these things and it's scary.......... and it's not scary.......... which is worse somehow.......... I need to be.......... less confused.......... I don't want to bury what I'm feeling..........and I can't live feeling so confused so.......... I'm willing to try letting you take my confusion away."

"I'm honoured." Faith said with an ear to ear smile on her face which makes me feel as though she isn't taking this seriously.

Either that or she just wants us to get past the talking.

I blink and as I do I see Faith take a step towards me.

"But only if you agree not to tell anyone about this." I blurted out quickly.

I do want to be with her, and I want to be ok about people knowing about me being with her, it's just, everything's happening so fast and its very overwhelming, and, and, I'm still worried about becoming a story she laughs about later.

"I promise." Faith said causing me to re-focus my attention on her as I see her take another step making me even more nervous than I already am.

"And this is a one-time thing. Just like it was with Cordy. After this we just pretend it never happened and move on." I added quickly, doing my best to try and make it seem like that is definatly what I want when it is anything but.

I don't want this to be a one-time thing, I want this to be the start of something, but even though I want to tell her that, I can't. I'm too afraid of her laughing and telling me she isn't a relationship person, which she isn't. This is crazy, I know she's not a relationship person, she always made that very clear, so what was I expecting? For her to suddenly just change her whole philosophy for me? Am I really that deluded?

This was a bad idea. I can't tell her how I really feel, but I can't leave either. She's getting closer and closer and if she kisses me I'm not going to be able to stop her, I'm not going to want to stop her. I'll let her do whatever she wants to me and I'll become just another notch on her bed post.

I don't want that, I don't want to be just a notch, but as she slowly closes in until our lips are practically touching I know that's what I'm seconds away from becoming, just another notch. Oh how I don't want to be just another notch.

"One more thing." I said in a whisper, needing to say this more than anything I have told her so far.

Faith simply looks at me however she doesn't say anything so I take her silence as her waiting for me to say what I have to say.

"Promise me I'm not going to be just another notch on your bed post." I said, desperate for her to make this promise despite what I said earlier.

"You could never be just a notch." Faith said in the same husky voice she used earlier as she leans in towards me.

I swallow hard, wanting to smile because of what Faith has just said, but what she has just said combined with my own hormones overrule my desire to smile, other more pressing desires taking over my body as I lean forward, Faith doing the same as our lips meet for our first kiss.

The moment they do I throw every fibre of my being into the kiss, a kiss I had been trying to tell myself I didn't want for too long.

I think I take Faith by surprise with my eagerness. I'm kind of surprising myself too because I'm actually being very forceful, even more than her, which is kind of shocking. And I'm not just being forceful with my mouth and lips but with my hands which eagerly explore Faith's body. My suddenly adventurous hands seem to have no problem running up and down her perfect figure, my tongue fiercely battling with hers, a battle which I'm actually winning.

All of a sudden I feel Faith gently pushing me backwards. I know where she wants us to go so I immediately start to move backwards with her not wanting to break the kiss for anything, not even air.

As we continue on our journey towards the bed I can feel the backs of my legs hitting something, causing me a small amount of pain however I don't care, Faith's lips are too distracting to care.

Finally we reach the bed and as soon as we do I feel Faith's hands on me but they aren't on me for long as she pushes me backwards and I fall backwards onto the bed however as soon as I am down Faith practically dives or jumps on top of me knocking the wind out of me but not enough for me to break the kiss. 

Nothing on god's green earth is going to make me break this kiss.

Evidently Faith can't say the same as all too soon for me she breaks the kiss but almost as soon as she does she immediately uses that hot mouth of her's and attacks another part of my body.

My neck.

She starts to kiss and suck and even bite my neck with a desire and a want and a passion I have never experienced before not even with Angel.

Either by accident or whatever Faith finds one of my weak spots my pulse point and as soon as she finds that I can't help but to moan in response. 

I close my eyes and allow the feelings that I am feeling to wash over me and as they do I say a little prayer.

God please make this night last for as long as possible. Make time go as slow as you can. And above all else don't let anything interrupt this.

After having said the prayer in my head I feel Faith stop and remove her mouth from my pulse point which causes me to open my eyes and look at her.

I should have added that he couldn't make Faith stop what she was doing.

I mentally tell myself as I wait to see what has caused Faith to stop hoping as crazy as it may sound that she hasn't changed her mind.

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop." Faith said suddenly.

I look at Faith unable to believe what she has just said.

Is she teasing me or being serious, I wonder to myself unable to believe what she has just said for a whole number of reasons, none of which matter, the bottom line is I don't want this or her to stop. Not trusting myself with words right now I smile at her in response and then Faith smiles back at me, a smile that soon turns into a wicked grin which I can't help but find sexy.

"Now." Faith said as she continued to grin like a chesire cat, "Let's get these clothes off you."

I watch and wait as Faith reaches for the bottom of my top and slowly begins to move it up my body with her thumbs while her fingers and the palms of her hands run over my skin so softly.

"Arms up B." She said in a husky tone of voice.

I do as she says, lifting my arms up next to my head allowing Faith to take my top completely off of me. Once it is off of me she simply tosses it to the floor.

"Now." Faith said causing me to turn my attention from my now dis-guarded top on the floor to her, "You take my top off."

I slowly move my eyes down to Faith's top, reach up and take the bottom of her top into my hands but then stop and decide to use the same tactic Faith used on me and so I sit up forcing Faith to quickly re-position herself so that she is sitting with her legs either side of mine. I then using my thumbs begin to lift Faith's top up her body allowing my fingers and the palms of my hands to run over Faith's smooth, soft, well toned and tanned skin just like she did to me. Faith smiles as she looks at me and I look up at her and watch as she without a word lifts her arms up so that I can take her top completely off and I toss her top to the floor along with mine.

"Right." Faith said causing me to look at her, "Now for your bra."

I continue to look at Faith waiting for her to make a move, however she doesn't she simply looks back at me which leads me to wonder if she is waiting for me to make a move.

"Faith..." I start however almost as soon as the first syllable of her name is out of my mouth Faith puts one of her fingers to my lips.

"Shhh." She said simply and with that she leans forward and replaces her finger with her lips which I don't mind at all as I return her kiss which this time is soft and gentle and like the first kiss over way too soon for my liking.

Once Faith is back where she started she lifts up her right hand to reveal a bra and as I look at it I suddenly realise that it's mine as I look down and see that my breasts are no longer covered.

I look back at Faith impressed and amazed that she was able to distract me so easily and also able to remove my bra without me feeling anything.

Faith tosses my bra to the floor to join the rest of our clothes.

Once Faith has turned back around to face me while I am tempted to use the same tactic she used once again I decide to use a different tactic. And so with my slayer speed I reach around Faith's waist unclasp her bra and pull back all within the blink of an eye or at the very least all within at least a minute.




Want B, Take B, Have B



I show Faith that I have her bra and she simply smiles at me.

Faith then places her hands on my stomach and pushes me back down to the bed and then she leans down and runs her hands up and down my body deliberately avoiding my breasts and nipples. After running her hands up and down my body she stops when she reaches my pants and takes them into her hands however I can feel that she has also managed to take a hold of my panties as well as my pants.

An slowly moves both items of clothing down my body until she reaches my shoes which is when she stops.

However I can guess what she is planning on doing and so before she has a chance to do it I kick off both of my shoes and look down once they are both off and see Faith looking up at me with an ear to ear smile on her face as she takes a hold once again of my pants and underwear and removes them completely from my body.

I look at Faith who is now standing at the bottom of the bed at my feet. She then steps back and gestures with a single finger for me to get up and then get down in front of her which I do.

An so I sit up and get up off of the bed and as soon as I am standing in front of Faith I get down onto my knee's in front of her and take the top of her pants into my hand trying to get a grip of her underwear however I quickly realise that Faith isn't wearing any underwear because I can't find any which causes me to look up at Faith who just looks down at me and grins.

I try in vain to stop from blushing as lusty thoughts ran through my head at this discovery, quickly choosing to move on before Faith says something to ruin the mood. Returning my focus back to her pants I began to lower them down until I reach her feet and realise that she isn't wearing any shoes or socks and so I simply let go of her pants and watch as Faith steps out of them. Once she is free from the last of her clothes Faith looks down at me an then offers me her hand. I accept it and she pulls me up and we move over to the bed. We sit down on the bed and our lips meet again, Faith taking me into her arms for a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Even more surprisingly the kiss remains gentle, Faith setting a slow and steady pace with her lips and tongue which I willingly follow. The entire time Faith's hands are gently running up and down my back, sides and arms in a way which has me totally relaxed to the point were I almost didn't notice when she slowly started pushing me backwards onto the bed.

I hesitate and go stiff, but only for a moment before relaxing again.

There was a pause and then Faith began gently pushing me down to the bed, this time easily succeeding, her lips never leaving mine the entire time.

Once I'm lying on my back Faith gently presses herself down on top of me, our bodies pressing together so wonderfully it makes me moan into her mouth.

I try and increase the speed of the kiss but Faith stays firmly in control, continuing to touch and kiss me softly and gently until I give up and let her set the speed, even though I would have thought fast would have been her speed.

As if she somehow heard that Faith punishes me by gently sliding her hands up and down my body as if she's trying to touch every part of me except the parts I really want her to touch.

Just when I'm about to break the kiss and scream in frustration Faith pulls away from my lips and begins kissing her way down to my neck, sucking on any flesh she finds on her way down, making me squirm with pleasure under her.

I wait and watch as Faith continues nibbling on my neck, hoping for a little "love" bite however instead she kisses her way down my chest, my heart beating rapidly in excitement as I realise were she's headed.

Within a minute Faith practically buries her face in my cleavage and then she moves her attention to my left nipple which she begins to lick before moving to the other and repeating the same treatment.

I slowly reach down and cup the back of her head in an attempt to keep Faith where she is and in an attempt for me to continue feeding her my nipple. In response Faith raises her left hand and begins to massage the left breast as she moves on down from my right nipple down past my stomach until she reaches my naked pussy.

She uses her right hand and touches my pussy with it, just the feel of her hand pressing against my centre getting me so hot that I uncontrollably thrust my hips upward in an attempt to encourage her to do what I know she wants to do, and what I want her to do.

Faith slowly and very methodically it seems rubs her fingers up and down my pussy causing me to moan in pleasure, seemingly intent on driving me crazy with lust and want and desire.

She knows I want her to slide her fingers into my pussy and fuck me, fuck me with her fingers, and I know she wants to do that as well and yet for some reason she isn't.

All of a sudden Faith stops torturing me and pushes a finger inside me forcing me to cry out in pleasure.

I thrust my hips towards her in desperate need but Faith being Faith she doesn't give me what I want straight away instead she continues to tease me some more by gently sliding her finger in and out.

She moves her finger slowly inside me it feels like she's going to tease me for hours and its extra frustrating because it already feels like she's tease me for hours and there's nothing I can do to make her give me what I want. Actually, that's not true, there is one thing I can do, one thing Cordy made me do a lot during our night together but I hated giving her the satisfaction and I really don't want to give Faith that same satisfaction but it soon becomes obvious from the grin on her face as she continues to slowly finger fuck me that I have no choice.

I hold out for as long as I can, taking the torturously slow finger fucking for what feels like hours before I just can't take any more.

"Please Faith." I beg her no longer able to put up with this torture, "Fuck me. Please fuck me hard."

Finally leaving my nipples alone Faith lifts her head up until we're face to face so I can see the wicked grin of triumph on her face, gleefully rubbing in the fact that she has made me beg for her.

I opened my mouth to say something but all that comes out is a long moan as Faith pushes a second finger inside of me and begins to increase the pace of her finger fucking.

Pretty soon Faith's fingers are pounding away at my pussy making me cry out and moan, wanting the whole world to know that Faith is finger fucking me and she is giving me the greatest pleasure anybody ever has as she does it.

I thought I had experienced a finger fucking before, and in some ways I had with both Angel and Cordelia but Angel had only briefly fingered me to prepare me and as skilled as Cordelia had been nothing she or Angel had done compared to this. This was almost beyond words, Faith twisting her fingers inside me on every thrust, seeming to find places inside me I had no idea existed, places which took me to new heights of pleasure that I wouldn't have thought possible by just two fingers.

The entire time Faith's eyes stared a hole into me, my eyes helpless prisoners under her gaze, Faith capturing my soul and holding it hostage as she fucked the living hell out of my body.

I was so lost in her eyes I almost didn't notice the urge to cum slowly building until I was on the edge of what had to be the world's most powerful orgasm, little whimpers of ecstasy falling out of my mouth as I was taken completely by this beautiful creature.

The moment her thumb brushed against my clit I went to heaven. Faith sent me up into the clouds in an explosion of fireworks and kept me floating up there as she squeezed so much pleasure out of my body I thought it would end me. To my surprise and delight I survive and more importantly remain conscious as Faith squeezes a series of powerful orgasms out of me, each feeling like it's going to be the world's most powerful only the next one to be even stronger.

Finally Faith brought me down from my high, slowing her thrusts before causing me to whimper pathetically as she removed those skilled fingers from my pussy and then made me whimper again as she licked them clean.

"Damn B, you taste even better than I thought you would." Faith moans after she has finished licking her fingers clean and before she smiles wickedly, "Mind if I get a little more of you?" 

I swallow hard, and then shook my head.

"I can't hear you B." Faith says teasing me.

"More, please Faith, more." I moan softly.

Faith grins in response, kisses me hard on the lips briefly and then slowly moves down my body, her lips caressing my skin as she goes. She briefly stops to suck on my already painfully hard nipples before travelling down my stomach to the place I want her most. There's a pause and when I look down I see her just staring at my pussy with this weird look on her face. I try to ask her if there's something wrong but before I get the chance Faith quickly moves forwards, sticks out her tongue and gives my pussy a long soft lick.

I moan loudly and uncontrollably at that first lick and continue to moan as Faith continues to lick me, running her tongue up and down my pussy lips until finally she pushes her way into my wet hole and begins to tongue fuck me causing my moans and groans to go to the level that only dogs can hear.

Just when I don't think it can get any better she starts licking me clockwise and then anti-clockwise, her tongue twirling one way or another inside me, sometimes both ways on the same thrust of her tongue. 

After what feels like seconds I'm on the brink of climax but Faith has obviously no interest in ending this so quickly as she skilfully keeps me on the edge, pushing me almost over it several times but never allowing me to cum.

Of all the torturous thing she has done to me nothing compares to this. I want to cum so badly already and yet at the same time everything she's doing feels so amazingly good that I don't ever want her to make me cum because if she does that means her tongue will leave my pussy, and I don't want her tongue to ever leave my pussy. I want Faith to lick my pussy forever, but I'm not sure how much longer Faith can keep me on the edge.

Faith suddenly stops going clockwise and anti-clockwise inside of my pussy and starts to tongue fuck it, sliding her tongue back and forward at an amazing speed.

I start uncontrollably moaning her name over and over, shamelessly begging her for more.

I know she'll probably hold this over my head forever but I don't care anymore. Let her make all the jokes she wants, this ecstasy is worth it.

I'm rewarded for moaning her name and begging by an even harder tongue fucking, Faith pressing her face as deep into my pussy as possible as she jack-hammers that wonderful tongue of hers through me, giving me the greatest pleasure I've ever known.

Both Angel and Cordelia were good, but it's like Faith's mouth and tongue were made to eat pussy. It's like Faith's mouth and tongue were made to eat my pussy. It was like going down on me was Faith's purpose in life, like everything up until this point was just leading her to in between my legs giving me the best pussy eating of all time.

If there was a single doubt left in my mind when I came in here it was completely destroyed by Faith's tongue, that wicked snakelike thing turning me bi. Then again even if I had been 100% straight Faith's tongue would have probably turned me bi. Hell, after this I don't think I'm going to be bi, straight or gay, I'm just going to be addicted to Faith's tongue. From now on anytime she asks, I'm hers. Even if I end up being just a notch, that's fine, I want to be more than that, but I'll be anything I need to be if I can just have her tongue in my pussy on a regular basis.

I become a completely helpless little puppet on her tongue, writhing, moaning and calling her name, until finally I let out an almost hysterical scream as the most earth shattering orgasm of my life shakes my body to its very core. Not satisfied Faith somehow twirls her tongue around my pussy while keeping up the same inhuman speed, hitting so many hidden spots inside me I'm left no choice but to explode in multiple orgasms which leave me a happy pile of Buffy goo. I'm vaguely aware of fingers being shoved into first my pussy and then my ass as Faith's soft mouth switches back and forth from attacking my clit and pussy much in the way Cordelia had done to me before but I was on such a high it all seemed to be just one long feeling of heaven, the occasional explosion sending me higher but always remaining with my head in the clouds.

Unfortunately I was taken away from those clouds and back down to earth by the woman who had sent me to paradise, although I could not hate her for bringing me down from heaven when it was her who had sent me there. Besides, I was confident she would send me there again.

Once I'm closer to ground level Faith seems to take some time to make sure I'm properly clean down there before crawling back up my body until she's hovering over me with a justified proud grin on her face.

"Did you enjoy that B?" She asks me.

I blushed and nodded in response.

"Good." Faith says, "Because now it's your turn."

Faith's POV

"Arms up B." I told her as I began pulling her shirt off, using my thumbs to pull it upwards while my fingers gently caressed her soft skin.

B did as she was told, lifting her arms up and letting me pull off her top which I toss to the floor.

"Now." I said, trying not to smile to much at her cute little bra, "You take my top off."

B's hands reached for my top, but then she stopped suddenly and began to sit up, forcing me to change my position slightly. This had me worried for a second, but then B reached for my top again this time actually pulling it upwards, me lifting my arms up at the right moment so she could pull it off and toss it. Couldn't help notice while she was taking off my top she was using my own technique to caress my sides, even that little touch making me want her even more. Like that she did that, here's hoping she's quick to pick up on other techniques.

"Right." I said, "Now for your bra."

After I said that I studied B's face carefully, making sure she wasn't going to freak out if I went for her bra. It turned out to be hard to tell. Normally I'm good at reading facial expressions and body language but B's seemed like a mixture of nervousness, horniness, and a few other things I couldn't quite pinpoint. This made me hesitant to continue because I didn't want to freak B out but she seemed to pick up on my hesitation which seems to make her more nervous.

"Faith..." She begins but I don't let her get any further.

"Shhh." I hushed her, putting my finger to her lips in the universal sign of be quiet.

I then press my lips to hers in a soft kiss, hoping it will calm her nerves. She was really into the last kiss so it doesn't seem like that much of a bad idea, and besides I can't think of anything better. Luckily it works and I feel B relax into the kiss.

Now she's nice and relaxed I decide to try a little trick I picked up from a girl back in Boston and carefully reached round B's back, finding her bra strap and skilfully unclipping it.

I then broke the kiss, pulling her bra away as I pulled back slightly, before holding up my prize and grinning.

B looked shocked to see a bra in my hand and even more shocked when she looked down and realised it was hers. I wondered if she was going to freak out but when she looked up she actually looked kind of impressed which made me grin even more.

I turned to toss her bra away and as I did B moved fast, unclipping my bra strap and pulling away before I can even turn round. In my defence she caught me off guard and it was more the shock that B was reaching for my bra that stopped me reacting than it was a case of her being faster than me. Course, if I had been more on my game I wouldn't have stopped her, I just thought she was too nervous to do anything like that. Turning back to her I can't help wondering if I read her wrong before and she's not as nervous as I thought she'd be cause she looks the complete opposite of nervous as she holds up my bra and smiles triumphantly.

Wanting to take advantage of this confidence B's displaying I practically leap on her, pushing her back onto the bed and running my hands all over her, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples, making her moan with delight. After making sure her nipples are rock hard with lust I reach down to the waistband of her pants, making sure to hook my fingers in her underwear so when I pull her pants down her panties will come with them. This works, until I reach her shoes. I'm about to take them off but B beats me to it, kicking them off really eagerly which makes me smile. Whatever happened before it seems like she definitely isn't nervous now.

Pulling off her pants and panties I took a few steps back, tossed the clothes and then signalled B to come to me with the come-hither finger gesture.

Once B is standing in front of me I point downwards and she obediently gets on her knees in front of me and reaches for the waistband of my pants. Apparently picking up another trick from me B tries to use her fingers to grab hold of my panties too, which would work fine, if I was actually wearing panties.

B looks up at me in surprise and I just grin down at her, causing her to cutely blush before pulling my pants down around my ankles. I step out of them before offering her a hand up, which she excepts, letting me help her up before leading her back to the bed. Once we're back on the bed I pull her into my arms and kiss her gently.

I continue kissing her gently for a long time, sliding my hands up and down her back, sides and arms all in an effort to keep her nice and relaxed for what I'm about to do.

When I decide she's ready I gently start pushing her backwards but stop immediately after I feel her tense. Luckily it's only for a moment and then she relaxes into my embrace again. Just in case I wait a few seconds before pushing her again but when I do B lets me push back onto the bed without complaint.

Once she's lying back on the bed I press my body down on top of hers, making her moan into my mouth which makes my hormones go crazy.

I want so bad to just jump her bones and fuck the hell out of her but B probably wouldn't like that, at least not at first, and I want our first time together to be something that we both want. Besides B strikes me as the kind of girl who will tell everyone she only likes being made love to, but when she's comfortable enough with the 'making love' she'll be happy to get down and dirty with all the 'fucking' I could ever want. So I figure all I've got to do is get her hooked on the soft stuff and then she'll be putty in my hands.

As if she's tempting me or something B tries to increase the intensity of the kiss, but I don't let her. I want to let her, I want to let her so bad, but I don't think she's ready for all I have to give, and besides, I don't want to get carried away and blow this, so I keep things slow and steady, me running my hands all over her body to squeeze more moans of pleasure from those sweet, soft lips of hers as I caressed them with mine.

When I don't think I can stop myself from wanting to kiss her roughly I pull away, moving to her neck and beginning to gently slid my lips over it before gently sinking my teeth into it in a way which personally drives me wild, and from the way B reacts its the same for her. Figures, two vampire slayers with the same fetish for getting their necks bitten.

I stayed there nibbling on her neck for a while, wanting to leave a mark but I ultimately move on, kissing my way down her body.

I bury my face into her cleavage, moving all my attention to her left nipple, licking and sucking it until it becomes as hard as a rock before moving to the right and giving it the same treatment. As I'm moving back and forth between her nipples I feel her hand travel up towards my head and for a moment I think she's going to try and fight me but then her hands just come to rest on the back of my head and she pushes my mouth harder to her breast causing me to smile around her nipple as I suck down harder on it, using one of my other hands to massage the other breast as I do so.




Want B, Take B, Have B



When I finally think she's ready I slide my hand down her body until it reaches her wet slit and get an unexpected reaction. I was expecting her to either freak or do nothing but instead she raises her hips, pushing her pussy into my hand which is wetter than I could have imagined. She obviously wants this, needs this as much as I do and as much as I want to give it to her I want to savour this moment, cause I know it's something I'm going to remember for the rest of my life, the first time I fucked little Miss perfect Buffy Summers.

Rubbing my fingers up and down the lips of her pussy I can't help smiling as she starts letting out these wonderful little whimpers and moans that are just practically begging me to fuck her and it's all I can do to hold out as long as I can before inevitably I slide my index finger into her forcing both of us to cry out with pleasure.

I can't believe how fucking tight she is. If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't feel her hymen anywhere I would have sworn she was a virgin. Oh well, bet she's cherry in another place I intend to take her.

The second I'm inside her B begins to try and impale herself on my fingers, practically begging me with everything but her voice to fuck her but I don't give her what she wants. As much as I want to start pounding that sweet pussy of hers straight away I control myself. I want to give her the fucking of a lifetime and to do that right I've got to start out slow. And that's exactly what I do. Even though it kills me I gently fuck B, moving my finger in and out of her at a slow but steady pace, my only consolation being the whimpers and moans falling out of B's mouth, which are making me feel more powerful than I've ever felt in my life.

But I don't want whimpers and moans from her. I want her to beg me. I want her to beg me to fuck her. I want her to beg for me, to acknowledge the fact that this is what she wants and she wants it from me.

Just when I think I'm going to go crazy waiting for B to give me what I want she starts begging, "Please Faith, fuck me. Please fuck me hard."

It's all I need to hear and I quickly slip a second finger into her and gently begin to increase the pace until I'm finally pounding that sweet pussy of hers, using my full slayer strength to make her writhe and squirm under me, her cries so loud now there can be absolutely no doubt to anyone who could hear it exactly what I'm doing to her, or at least there would be if the room wasn't soundproof. I'm actually a little disappointed it is at this point because I'd love the whole world to know I've got little Miss high and mighty Buffy Summers writhing underneath me as I ruthlessly finger fuck her.

Not long after I start giving her all I got B lets out an extra ear piercing scream and creams all over my fingers, giving me a great sense of satisfaction about just how easily I got little Miss tightly wound off. I wait until her little pussy has stopped gripping onto my fingers for dear life before removing them and bringing my cum coated digits up to my face and take one of them into my mouth and taste what must be the sweetest thing in the world.

"Damn B, you taste even better than I ever dreamed you would," I growled as I pulled my finger out of my mouth. I'm telling her the God's honest truth, and I dreamed she'd taste pretty damn good. I want more immediately and smiling wickedly I decide to ask for it, "Mind if I get a little more of you B?" 

B swallowed hard, and then shook her head.

"I can't hear you B." I said.

"Yes, more, please Faith, more." B moans softly.

It's the 'please' that really gets to me. That 'please' is just dripping with repressed want and desire. It's classic B, and yet she's naked in my bed basically asking me to go down on her. Those words cause the last few months to flashed before my eyes and I can't help smile at the fact that after all this she's finally mine.

The thought of it just drives me crazy and I can't wait a second longer.

I have to taste her.

She has to be mine.

Literally diving face first in between her legs I do what I've dreamed about doing since I got to this crappy town and slide my tongue over Buffy Summers's pussy, tasting her from the source. Fuck. No dream I've had has even come close to doing justice to this. Her flavour sets fire to my taste buds making me starving for more of her.

I lick up and down her pussy lips, trying to be as gentle as I can but her taste is driving me crazy and I have to have more. It's a miracle I was able to contain my lust for her as long as I could, but ultimately I fulfil my greatest fantasy and bury my tongue as deep into Buffy Summers as it would go. Her pussy welcomes my tongue like an old friend, embracing it, clamping down on it, as B screams like a banshee.

Once I've finally got over the fact that I finally got my tongue inside her I gently begin to tongue fuck B, twisting my tongue clockwise and anticlockwise inside her, using my slayer speed to find all of her most sensitive spots and then touching them on every turn and twist of my tongue. I want to give her a serious tongue fucking so bad but I restrained myself. I wanna hear her beg for it, beg for me, beg for what I can give her, beg for what we both know she wants, what she needs. So I go slowly as I can, moving my tongue within her fast enough to touch everything important lightly, but not provide enough pressure or speed to send her over the edge, drawing this out as long as I can, enjoying her taste all the way but ultimately I become just too impatient and start tongue fucking her with everything I've got. Ironically it is at this point that she finally gives me what I want.

B begins moaning my name and begging me to fuck her harder, me happily obliging, slamming my tongue in and out of her at full slayer speed, twisting my tongue as I do so determined to make her cum. I don't have to wait too long.

B screams as she cums like a river which pours the most heavenly liquid imaginable down my throat.

I continue jack-hammering my tongue into her as I greedily guzzle as much as I can. The juice I can't swallow ends up covering my face as I practically bathe in her. I give B's pussy a few extra licks, just to make sure I've got every drop I can possibly get, before lifting my head up, rolling over onto my side and smiling up at her.

"Did you enjoy that B?" I asked.

B blushed and nodded.

"Good," I said rolling over onto my back, stripping myself quickly of my bra and panties as I went, "Because now it's your turn."

B bites her lip in this cute little way which lets me know she's all kinds of nervous before she slowly crawls up my body until we're face to face, not letting go of her lip the whole time. Wanting to give that lip a break I sit up and grab her face with both hands, kissing her roughly. She's a little startled but quickly starts kissing me back and not long after that I break it and look deep into her eyes.

"At you're own pace B, no rush." I told her with, hopefully, a comforting smile.

I'm not so good with the comforting but I want to let B know she can take her time. Don't get me wrong, I'm real horny for her to do me but she's still new to this and B's the one person I'm willing to do slow and gentle with. Besides, I like the idea of a nice long fuck session with Buffy Summers, and while I'd prefer a nice long hard fuck session with Buffy Summers I'll take what I can get.

B just stares at me in response and then suddenly jumps me, crashing her lips against mine and shoving her tongue down my throat.

Maybe I'll get that long hard fuck session after all.

This kiss is all passion and fire, B letting the animal inside take over and it's all I can do not to cut loose on her completely and probably scare her off.

Just as things are getting really good she breaks away and begins kissing down my neck, her teeth digging gently into my flesh in just the same way I did to her not that long ago. I stifle a moan, wanting to hide from her how easily she gets my juices flowing cause the truth is she's only started on my neck and I'm already about to pop.

After gently kissing every sensitive spot I got on my neck B moves slowly down to my tits and wastes no time in taking one of my nipples into her mouth and suckling on it like a baby. I cup B's head to my boob, feeding her my nipple as if she were sucking on it for sustenance. I feel my nipple hardening under the soft caress of her sweet mouth and once it's fully erect I gently guide her to my other nipple and then back and forth between them before finally it all becomes too much and I start pushing her head downwards.

As I'm pushing her to where I want that mouth B very thoughtfully gives my toned stomach little kisses on the way down until she reaches my pussy and then stops dead in her tracks. She stares at my cunt for a few moments and I get worried that she's freaking out, but before I can think of anything to say to encourage her she leans forward and gives my pussy a long soft lick. There's a pause and then she gives me another, and another, and another, B gently beginning to lick my pussy in a way which has me really struggling not to moan.

C said B was really good with her tongue but she really did a lousy job of describing it because this is amazing.

Sure B's licking around my pussy lips, over my hole and playing with my clit just like C said, but B's doing it just the right way that brings me the max amount of pleasure in a way which took C a week to learn.

Seems little Miss Goody two shoes Buffy Summers is a natural born little rug muncher.

My last thought is proven 100% correct when B shoves her tongue deep inside my pussy without me even asking and then beginning to slide it in and out of me, fucking me so, so good.

The second that soft, talented tongue is inside me I can no longer stop moaning so I reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, stroking her soft blonde locks to make me feel more in control of the situation as that soft tongue strokes in and out of my pussy. 

Taking this as an encouragement B begins sliding her tongue through me even faster than before, adding to the mix by twisting her tongue clockwise and anticlockwise inside me, searching for my sweet spots. She was blatantly copying what I had done to her before, not that I was complaining, if you're going to copy someone why not copy a master, or mistress as the case may be.

Who knew that little Miss Goody two shoes Buffy Summers would make such a great pussy eater? I mean I've been with some pretty cunt hungry dykes before but none of them had done even half a good a job of eating me as B is. The way she uses that tongue you would have thought she'd been eating pussy for years. I swear she finds every one of my sensitive spots in seconds and attacks them with a vengeance. Unlike me earlier who was trying to tease her B is all about the making me cum and I got no problem obliging.

As my moans reach an almost embarrassing high pitch B goes into overdrive, shoving her tongue into me at full slayer speed, the whole time slurping at me like my pussy cream held the gift of eternal youth or something and it's a miracle I last as long as I do. Screaming out loud I cum, holding her pretty face in place while I cover it with my juices. It's by far the greatest orgasm I've ever had, causing my body to shake violently and I lose total control for a few seconds. When I come to I'm happy to see that B's still lapping away at me, cleaning my pussy of all my left over cream not because she wants to make me feel good but because she actually wants to drink up my cunt juice which is practically proof positive between us me and Cordy have gotten little Miss Goody two shoes Buffy Summers hooked on pussy.

I gently pull her up to me, pushing her mouth downwards every so often so she can place little kisses all over my upper body, of course allowing her to spend a generous amount of time on my boobs before we're face to face so I can kiss her again.

I can't help grin when B immediately starts kissing me back with the kind of frantic lust I always knew she was hiding. I enjoy swapping spit with her for a while before I gently slide my hand down her body again. She gasps when my hand reaches her pussy, and she gasps even louder when I slide two fingers into it.

"Cordy tell you about the little treat I gave her B?" I asked her breaking the kiss.

B bit her lip, that hidden lust I was talking about burning in her eyes, "Yes."

Geez, I don't think I've ever heard her sound so husky.

"Would you like me to give you the same treat?" I asked.

She seemed to think about this for a long minute and then nodded.

"Good," I said, pulling her treat from my bedside table, "Cause I think it's about time I treated you to the kind of fucking I've always thought you needed and always wanted to give you."

Buffy's POV 

Hearing Faith say this causes me to bite my bottom lip, a clear sign to anybody that knows me well enough that I am nervous. I'm not nervous about going down on Faith... well I am but I'm more worried about doing it right than anything else. I managed to do it right with Cordelia, but Faith is way more experienced and probably expects a lot more and I'm not sure I can do it, but I'm not just going to give up now.

Forcing myself from my thoughts I slowly make my way up Faith's body until we're face to face. I don't let go of my bottom lip until I'm looking into Faith's eyes and seeing the look of total lust on her face.

Suddenly and without warning Faith sits up and grabs both sides of my face with her hands and kisses me not gentle like before but roughly. I'm momentarily stunned by Faith's moves however I quickly get over my shock and start to kiss her back, however just as I'm starting to really get into the kiss Faith breaks it and looks into my eyes. 

"At you're own pace B." Faith said, "No rush."

She adds smiling a soft and rather gentle smile evidently she is trying to comfort me.

We continue to stare into one and other's eyes as I try and figure out the best way to start what we both want me to do.

Deciding to just go for it I throw myself at Faith, pressing her back down into the covers with me on top of her. As soon as I am on top of her I immediately attach my mouth on to hers and using her shock to my advantage I practically ram my tongue down her throat. 

Once I have Faith's mouth and throat at my mercy I let all of what I am feeling out and into Faith via the kiss. I do my best to make her feel all the passion and fire that has been burning up with in me for so long.

A part of me can't believe I am being this bold but I kinda like this 'want, take, have' type of attitude I am developing. I guess Faith is rubbing off on me in more ways than one.

Just as I feel Faith start to get into the kiss I decide to pay her back for earlier and I break the kiss, however as soon as I have broken contact with her mouth my mouth starts making contact with other parts of her body starting off with her chin and slowly moving down to her neck where I dig my teeth gently into Faith's flesh.

I hear a throaty moan come from Faith evidently she is trying to hide how much I'm getting to her and I'm glad that she isn't succeeding.

Once I have covered Faith's neck in kisses I move further down until I reach her breasts and decide to do the same thing Faith did to me only in reverse meaning since she started with my left breast I'll start with her right one which is exacterly what I do.

I take her right breast into my mouth and start sucking on it like a baby suckles it's mother's breast for milk and Faith much to my surprise and delight does the same thing I did to her when she was doing this to me she cups the back of my head and holds it against her breast feeding me her nipple which I'm more than happy to take.

Faith's nipple very quickly becomes hard within my mouth. I don't know weather it is because of how turned on Faith is or because of my oral work. It's probably both. Either way I don't care I just love what I'm doing and knowing that it is pleasing Faith just adds to my pleasure.

I suddenly feel Faith gently pulling me off of her hard right nipple and doing her best to move me over to her other nipple. I let her guide me and as soon as her left nipple is just as hard as the right Faith "guides" me two and fro between her nipples. After a while she stops and starts to push my head down. I willingly go down but at my own speed placing kisses over Faith's well toned stomach as I move down towards Faith's centre.

Once there I look at Faith's pussy and take a deep breath. As I slowly exhale I begin feeling the nervousness start to return however before it can take a hold of me I lean forward determined not to let nervousness get the better of me.

When I'm close enough I stick out my tongue and give Faith's pussy a long, slow lick. Immediately I love the taste of Faith and want more, so I lick Faith's pussy again, and again, and again. It isn't long before I find a nice steady rhythm hoping that I'm doing a good job due to the fact that Faith hasn't made a lot of noise yet, however this doesn't deter me if anything it makes me more determined to make Faith moan and groan just like she made me earlier.

I quickly figure that if licking the outside of Faith's pussy isn't getting the desired effect maybe licking the inside will and just like with her mouth I force my tongue into her pussy moving it in and out fucking her as best I can.

I hear Faith cry as I continue what I am doing and I feel Faith's hands in my hair stroking it in an affectionate way. I take all of these things as good signs and start to slide my tongue in faster than before. After a short time of just doing this I start to twist my tongue both clockwise and anticlockwise inside of her.

I'm sure Faith can tell I am copying her earlier actions but apart from my time with Cordy this is only my second lesbian experience and hopefully it won't be my last.

One big difference between my motives behind what I am doing and Faith's motives behind what she was doing to me earlier is that she was evidently trying to torture me in the most wonderful way but still she was torturing me where as I'm not trying to torture her I'm trying to make her happy and the best way to do that is to make Faith cum and that is exacterly what I'm going to do.

By the sound of Faith's moans which are getting louder and louder each time I force my tongue inside of her I'm evidently getting closer and closer to achieving my goal.

With each thrust in and out and with each turn clockwise and anticlockwise I get faster all the while making sure what is coming out of her doesn't go to waste.

All of a sudden Faith screams so loud I am surprised the whole of Sunnydale doesn't hear her and as she screams I get the first taste of the most delicious thing I have ever tasted Faith's cum. It's even better than Cordelia's cum and I didn't think that was possible. I can feel Faith's body shaking against my face but I don't care all I care about is getting every last drop of her cum in my mouth, even though she seems to be doing her best to make sure that she get's as much of it all over my face with her forcing my face into her pussy.

I feel Faith's grip on the back of my head slowly weaken a sign that she is coming down from her orgasm however despite her no longer forcing me I continue to seek out every single drop of cum left inside of her now that I have made her happy which I hope I can do again but for right now I am no longer licking Faith to make her happy I am simply licking her because I want to get every single drop of her cum that I can.

Once I'm finished and sure that I have gotten all of Faith's cum from inside of her I feel her gently trying to pull me up. After a while I finally let her pull me up her body placing a kiss or two here and there as I go until I reach her face.