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Warrior for the working day	By : LL72 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 14795 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author’s note
The Wakefield twins are as they appeared in Sweet Valley High circa early to mid 90s
Kate Lockley is as she appeared in Angel, ie she’s late twenties.
Angel didn’t meet her in this Universe (as she’d have been about nine).
Also starring
Lyndsy Fonseca as Zoe
Anna Popplewell as Emmy
*
Buffy was just finishing ladling the pancakes onto the plates when her daughter’s entered the kitchen.
"How was last night?" asked Zoe innocently. Behind her Emmy gave a small giggle, which she quickly turned into a cough.
Buffy blushed and pulled her robe tighter. She had a feeling her cries of passion might have been louder than she intended and the words she used had made pretty clear what she and Faith were doing.
"Eat your breakfast," she said and poured out some juice.
A few minutes later the door opened and in came Faith. Buffy was glad she was wearing a T-shirt to cover her modesty, she just wished it was a bit longer; down to her ankles perhaps.
She winked conspiratorially at the girls, then kissed Buffy lightly on the cheek. Buffy put some pancakes on a plate and passed them to Buffy, "Enjoy last night?"
Buffy shot a look at her daughters, silencing any possible comments, "Yes."
Faith bit into the pancake and wiped a trickle of syrup from her chin, "I’ve got to do some things for the next, but what about we all go skating on the weekend. My treat…"
Buffy looked at her daughters, they both nodded enthustically, "Okay then," Buffy agreed.
*
"Are they potentials?" Kennedy dried her hair as she looked over Willow’s shoulder at the file. Her tits bobbed in and out of the corner of Willow’s eye, the redhead had to stop herself turning and grabbing them.
Turning her head back to the file, Willow shrugged, "I got a look at them when there Mom wasn’t looking. They’re certainly fit enough – whether they’re potentials…"
"Usual plan?"
"Usual plan," agreed Willow.
*
It’s a common mistake by parents that they think children tell them everything. Buffy for example thought that the most intense sexual activity her daughter Zoe had engaged in was letting Ricky Martinez grope her tit through her shirt. This had come out in a mother-daughter chat initiated by Zoe one evening. It had left Buffy feeling relieved that this was as far as her daughter had gone. What she didn’t know was that the confession had been a smokescreen by Zoe, so that her Mom didn’t start to enquire too closely into her private life and discover who had sucked off the Bill Roebuck and Matt Dinkler behind the gym.
Her sister, Emmy, had less had kept her sexual experimentation with men to a brief make-out session with Kevin Schwarz. The same could not be said of her experience with girls, she had a sixty-nine with Carly Roebuck and then followed it immediately after with a mutual masturbation session with Tina Kellerman. And at band camp she’d shown the girls dorm with what you could so with a flute. She was also the one who’d discovered their Mom’s lesbian porn stash, more than once when Buffy was out her daughters would sit and frig themselves to Lesbian Milf Hookers.
It was no surprise given their friendliness that Zoe and Emmy were amongst the most popular girls at High School, a friendliness they were keen to reciprocate with the new and confused. So when they saw two new identical twins standing alone near the school entrance Zoe nudged Emmy and gave them a look. Emmy gave them a quick sidelong glance, winked at her sister and waved goodbye to their Mom as she drove to the shop.
She sped after Zoe who had given a more perfunctory wave and was already heading towards their targets.
"…and this is my sister Emma, but everyone calls her Emmy," said Zoe, concluding her introductions.
"I’m Jessica Wakefield," said one of the blonde twins, "and this is my sister Liz."
"Let us show you around," Emmy offered her arm to Liz, as Zoe moved in on Jessica. The introduction to the school was informative, gossip-ridden and with enough innuendo that Emmy was metaphorically dripping by the time they finished and arranged to meet the twins after school, ‘to show them the Mall’.
"You think they’re up for it?" asked Zoe, her sister was much more experienced in gauging the feelings of other girls.
"If we not doing nude acrobatics with them by five, I’m Dutch," her sister replied confidently.
*
Detective Kate Lockley looked up, as did half the precinct, as the Lieutenant came out of his office. Him coming out wasn’t unusual, but the vehemence with which he slammed the door behind him certainly was. He wasn’t like the Lieutenant from TV shows who were always bawling out his best detectives, having long ago recognised that scared subordinates are not better cops than contented ones. Which made his emotional state all the more strange.
The door opened again and two young teens came out. At first Kate had thought they might be his nieces, there wasn’t enough family resemblance for daughters. But the way they stood and looked at him, wasn’t how one looked at family. More like the look a professional gives an amateur, part pity, part contempt.
The Lieutenant clapped his hands together, "Listen up. These two… young ladies will be taking over the Uni and Hospital massacres."
There was a mutter of disbelief from the Detectives, Kate herself uttered a surprised oath.
"I know, I know. But as these are the work of one gang the President is clear it’s a Federal Matter. These girls are from the Slayer’s Council, they’ll be taking over."
"So we’re reporting to them now?" Kate was surprised, it might make sense to bring in Slayer expertise, they were more accustomed to dealing with creatures of the night, but they didn’t look like they had the experience to head a major investigation.
Before the Lieutenant could speak, the lankiest of the teenagers replied, "Not quiet Detective. We’re taking over the whole investigation. And given the danger police have faced Mr Giles doesn’t think it would be right to put you in further danger."
Her colleague nodded and then followed up, "If you just leave all your notes here, we’ll be taking over this floor," she turned to the Lieutenant, who looked like he was ready to combust with rage, "You’ll be able to get some people to make this a secure area – we’ll need a third set of keys to send to Mr Giles. Just in case…"
There was a nod from the Lieutenant, "Come on you heard the girl. Leave your notes here and head down to the second floor. Robbery will just have to make room for us."
*
The route to the Mall led to the Summer’s house. Neither of the Wakefield twins seemed to mind that instead of wandering round shops they were sitting in Zoe’s room admiring her collection of Soft Toys.
Emmy was thinking desperately on how to move the conversation onto the next level…
"And this is Mr Snuggly. I got him when I was twelve when we went on vacation to…"
…as her sister seemed to have forgotten the reason why they had lured the twins here.
She felt a hand touch her thigh. She looked down to see that Liz had put it there. The blonde was still looking at Zoe and nodding as her history of her Teddy Bears. However the way her hand was massaging Emmy’s leg suggested that she wasn’t only doing so out of politeness. Emmy took the hint and moved her own hand, so that was rubbing Liz’s bare flesh, below her skirt.
There was no resistance from the teen, so Emmy moved it further up so that it went beneath the material. Liz flashed her a quick smile. Emboldened Emmy carried on until she reached Liz’s panties. They posed little obstacle and Emmy pushed her hand under the thin cotton. The flesh was almost smooth, with only a thin stubble to show where Liz shaved. There was a slight moan from the teen as Emmy ran a finger over her cunt lips.
Zoe looked up at the interruption, "Oh," she suddenly said as she saw where her sister’s hand was.
She didn’t have much time to say anything else before Jessica moved in on her and started to slide her hands over Zoe’s waist, before moving her lips closer to Zoe. Zoe responded with enthusiasm, pushing Jessica back against the bed, unbuttoning enough of the twin’s buttons to push her hands in and grope at the tits, through the black bra.
The sounds of their passionate kissing threatened to drown out Liz’s quiet moans. Emmy wasn’t having that, she decided. She inserted a couple of finger in Liz’s slot, pushing them in and out until they were slick with juice and Liz was screaming loudly. Zoe, competitively had moved to sucking Jessica’s tits whilst fingering her slot – unsurprisingly Jessica was as loudly orgasming as her twin.
"Let me get undressed," said Liz, "and then you can eat me."
"Only if you do me at the same time," said Emmy. Liz nodded and licked her lips in anticipation
Soon they were both naked. Liz lay back on the bed, fingering her pussy as Emmy positioned her own slit over the teen’s face. Liz let go of her twat and grabbed at Emmy’s buttocks, dragging down the Summer’s sister. Emmy gasped as she felt Liz’s tongue roll at her cunt lips, before pushing upwards and in. For a few seconds she savoured Liz’s exploration of her tunnel, before she remembered her side of the bargain and bent down over the twin.
The twat was already slick with jizz. Emmy’s tongue slid into the lubricated hole with the ease of key entering a lock. She could feel Liz’s gasping with excitement, blowing air, in between laps, into her pussy. Emmy’s tongue slid round the hole, mopping up the cum, before she hit the bud. Liz was so excited Emmy could feel her head bob up, pushing her deep into Emmy. Emmy tongued at the clit, she could feel Liz shuddering with each blow. From the corner of her eye she could see that Zoe and Jessica were replicating their sisters.
Even as Liz’s juice smeared her face Emmy could feel the orgasm building, like a fire lapping up a wooden bonfire. The explosive orgasm was so gratifying, that Emmy couldn’t help but lift her head to let out a series of cries.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she screamed. Liz’s tongue must have been numb after the going over she had given Emmy, in any case her head dropped back down to the bed. After a few seconds, to recover Emmy returned to eating. She quickly acquired the clit again and ran her tongue over it quickly and forcefully. There was a series of screams from Liz, joined seconds later by her sister in a cacophony of cries.
Emmy rolled off, "That was great," she said. On the other side of her, she could see Jessica was breathing heavily as she too recovered from an orgasm. Beside her Zoe was breathing heavily. The four of them lay like that for a few minutes.
Then Jessica sat up, "Let’s fuck properly, with strap-ons."
"I’m up for that," agreed Zoe.
"Mom’s got some in her room," said Emmy.
"We’re kind of old fashioned girls," said Liz, as Emmy stood up, "we like to be the ones fucked."
Emmy returned Zoe’s grin, "Alright by us," they replied in unison.
By the time Emmy returned Zoe was sitting on the floor between the twins. She had a finger in each of their cunts, not that they needed the further lubrication judging by the damp patches on the bed.
"Why don’t we swap," suggested Jessica, as Emmy handed a strap-on to Zoe.
"Go on," agreed Emmy as she pulled up the leather harness.
Jessica lay back on the bed, leaving her legs dangling over the side and butt balanced on the edge. Emmy took the dildo in one hand and spread the twin’s lips with the other. Beside her she could see Liz shuffling closer to Jessica before Zoe positioned herself between her legs. The two Summer’s girls penetrated the twins almost together, being rewarded with two identical grunts of pleasure as the thick toys pushed in.
Emmy began to bang Jessica quickly and deep. The twin gasped as the dildo slammed into her. Juice began to leak from her cunt, the rubber dong was soon glistening with its wetness. There was a slight slurping sound each time it pulled out, though the twin’s cries threatened to drown out anything else.
It didn’t take long for Emmy to bring Jessica to orgasm, though she felt a slight sense of displeasure that from Liz’s cries, she had come thirty seconds before. Jessica shuddered and screamed. Her body arched and her tits wobbled energetically as her body slammed back into the mattress.
Neither Emmy nor Liz was the least bit tired, so after a very brief pause to let their lover’s moans subside they started to refuck them. Jessica’s head moved sideways, to meet with Liz’s. Both twins started to probe at each other’s tongues. Emmy looked at Zoe, "Don’t even think about it," her sister said forcefully.
Emmy pulled back her head and concentrated on banging Jessica. There was so much cum exiting the blonde’s pussy that Emmy though she was going to have a serious dehydration problem later. She slammed harder. The haft of the dildo pushed against her own clit, a first like a light tickle, but by the time she had fucked Jessica to a fourth orgasm, it was a gigantic roar. Emmy screamed and gasped, for a second she flopped down onto Jessica, waiting for the intense feeling to pass.
When it did she got up and resumed fucking. Perspiration was pouring from her body now, she noticed that her sister also had a sweaty sheen, and she kept wiping her brow to stop it trickling into her eyes. The twins on the other hand had been hit by so many orgasms, that they were letting sweat trickle down them. Their arms were so tired, whenever they moved them they just flopped back to the bed. Emmy sped up, forcing the strap-on to push against her own bud, pushing her into another orgasm. With a final scream she withdrew, a few seconds later Zoe followed her example.
Zoe looked at the clock, "We better get dressed, Mom will be home shortly."
*
There was a knock on the hotel room. Willow rolled over and looked at the clock. With a groan she got out of bed and put on a robe. Beside her Kennedy, still in a post-orgasmic slumber did nothing more than pull the covers higher, so that the visitors wouldn’t her entirely naked.
Opening the door Willow invited the fully dressed Wakefield twins in, "Well?" she asked.
Both girls looked at each other. They obviously hadn’t showered as they still had the alluring aroma of sweat and cum encasing their bodies.
"They could be potentials," said Liz.
"They’ve certainly got the stamina," agreed her sister.
"I counted eight orgasms, and then…" Liz looked sheepishly at her sister.
Who gave Willow a pained smile, "Sorry I lost count as well."
Willow nodded and patted their shoulders, "Don’t worry girls, you did well. I and Kennedy can take it from here."
She waited until the twins were gone and then spoke to Kennedy, who was starting to climb out of bed and look for coffee, "It’ll be nice to see Buffy again."
Kennedy just grunted something, she was never at her best when she had just awoken.
*
For about the hundredth time Faith looked out the window of the bar. The carpark’s lights shone down, creating pools of illumination in the darkness. And as she did after each look outside, her eyes were then drawn to her watch. Each time a minute had passed by and each time Faith grew increasingly concerned for her contact.
She looked at the beer, Buffy would have been shocked to see how little Faith had drunk in the last hour. Though possibly less so than the bartender, who was giving her increasingly irritated looks.
The door opened and a shapely blonde in her mid-twenties came in.
Faith gave a sigh of relief and called to Darla. The vampire nodded a greeting, bought a bottle and walked over. Faith stood up and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
She waited until Darla was sat down and then said accusingly, "You’re late."
Darla took a sip from the bottle and then shrugged, "I thought I was being followed."
Nervously Faith looked out the window. There was no sign of movement, though that didn’t mean anything.
"I lost them," said Darla, "If they were following me…"
It was better to be safe than sorry, though Faith and she nodded to show she agreed with Darla’s reasoning.
"Did you find Buffy?" asked Darla.
"Yes, rescued her from a vamp…er…ire," she knew that Darla didn’t like the shortening, she claimed it was patronising and Faith wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.
Darla looked concerned, and it wasn’t from Faith’s use of language, "Ours?"
Faith shook her head, "No."
"What was it doing?"
"Perhaps it was out to kill her or perhaps it was sent to test her, or frighten her. I didn’t stop to ask – I just dusted the bastard."
"It could have been a rogue," Darla said, Faith didn’t reply. They both knew that Darla was clutching at straws, there weren’t many rogue vampires left.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping at their beers. Then Darla spoke again, "The Slayers have taken over the investigations into the massacres."
"It’s not a surprise, I’m only wondering why it took them so long," replied Faith.
"I assume they didn’t want to be seen as treading over the polished bootcaps of the LAPD," there was a slight smile from Darla.
"So what next?" asked Faith.
"We find an LAPD cop and point them in the direction we want the investigation to go in. I imagine there’s a few of them with very disjointed noses," Darla drained her drink and stood up, "If we’re quick we can catch the last bus to LA."
"I said I’d be back by the weekend, we’re going skating."
"You’ll be back, but don’t get your feet to far under the table. Buffy’s still a Slayer; she’s not on our side."
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