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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150658 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Buffy! Buffy!" the voice seemed both far away and close. There was a sense of urgency in the tone, but that was competing against the fact I had a splitting headache and I knew that opening my eyes or any effort, apart lying here, would just make it worse. "Buffy! Buffy!" the voice continued and I reluctantly realised that cos I was the only Buffy in the place they were talking to me and not likely to stop until I made a move.
"Okay, okay, don’t get a wig on," I slowly opened my eyes to see a worried two-headed blurry looking Giles leaning over me. I closed my eyes briefly and when I reopened them he was in focus with just the single head. I winced as I forced myself into a sitting position. Beside Giles, Xander was crouched with Faith standing a few feet behind them – they were all looking at me with concern. Mrs Post stood even further back – her expression was more like how one looked at a particularly disappointing small beetle.
"Careful Buffy, you may have concussion," Giles put a fatherly hand on my shoulder and helped me to sit straighter.
"How many fingers?" asked Faith.
"I’d take the full fist," I said, still dazed, and then noticed she was holding up one finger for counting. I looked at Xander and Giles, "Er, did I say that out loud?"
They both shook their heads. I blinked, trying to push the pain back. It was about as successful as Snyder’s hair-replacement therapy. Still, I was the Slayer, agony and suffering were my trade, if I couldn’t carry on with my head feeling like the Can-Can was being danced in it, well how would I be when I had a couple of broken ribs and vamp was at me with a hungry look. I forced myself to ignore the pain, there was something important at the back of my mind, lurking there. I gritted my teeth and got to my feet, "Giles, am I Homecoming Queen?"
"Pardon?" said Giles.
Xander quickly intervened, "It was a tie…"
That was the suckiest piece of suck on a generally sucky evening, "I’m joint Queen with Cordelia!"
"Er, not exactly," Xander said, "Holly Charleston and Marie Blake."
I shook my head, trying to get some brain action. "No, that’s not it," I said almost to myself, important though the Homecoming was there was something else I needed to think off.
"Enough about Homecoming, what happened?" Giles asked.
That was easy, "That skank Darla kiboshed me."
"Obviously," said Mrs Post dryly, "Did you at any point think that as a Slayer you might want to, what was the term?, kibosh her?"
I was sick of Mrs Smarty Pants, I had a splitting headache, my face looked like I’d gone ten rounds as Mike Tyson’s girlfriend and the blood on my new dress had stained it for good. I looked at her, "Y’know Mrs Post I like so totally forgot, what with her hitting me in the face and all – I just thought that was a friendly English greeting, like your famous Glaswegian kiss."
"Really, Buffy, Mr Giles," Mrs Post looked more horrified than if she’d woken up and found a nest of gophers in her underwear drawer.
"She’s been sarcastic," said Giles helpfully, "She knows full well Glasgow is in Scotland. Anyway, moving swiftly on ladies, er Mrs Post, Buffy, its good that we got definite proof Darla is in town, well not good that you got biffed Buffy, but it can’t be a coincidence that she’s around when the Mayor is, um, ascending."
"Willow," I said suddenly.
"Pardon?" said Giles.
"Willow," my headache was subsiding and my brains were starting to reboot; I remembered the important thing, "Where’s Willow? She was with me and then she went back to the hall. She’s not with you."
"Buffy, please concentrate on the important issues, not your missing friend," said Mrs Post.
"Shut up, you stupid woman," said Giles sharply to her. She did – strike one for the Giles-man. He look back at me concern on his face, "When did Willow leave? How long before Darla arrived?"
I tried to think, "A few minutes, three-four. I just, er, tidied a few things, did a bit of dusting."
"Okay, let’s not panic," said Giles, whilst wiping his glasses so hard he almost popped a lens out, "She might have just stopped by the ladies room to, er, powder her nose, Faith you and Cordelia go check the bathrooms."
"Sure thing Big G," said Faith, "One problemo, where is Cordelia?"
We all looked at Xander, who looked back at us, comprehension slowly arriving that his girlf wasn’t with us. He frowned, "I don’t know. She did a disappear once the Homecoming Queen, er Queens, was announced. Then you rush up telling me that the Buffster is down and out in the library and we need to mount up and rush over."
"She’s probably in the hall, so let’s not panic yet," said Giles, "Xander, you head back there and wait for her and Willow…"
"I think Principal Snyder wanted us all gone," said Xander, "It’s past eleven."
"Hide behind the curtains then," snapped Giles, "Faith, check the bathrooms. Mrs Post, I suggest you try the ground floor classrooms, I’ll take the second floor. Buffy take a quick scout round the outside. Then back here."
"Righty-oh, M," I said in best Miss Moneypenny expression. Giles gave me a grim smile and tossed me a stake.
Faith looked at Mrs Post. The woman watcher sniffed, "Faith go check the ladies. I will patrol the ground floor. If you see Darla, please try not to follow Buffy’s example and get yourself knocked out"
"Yes, Mrs Post," said Faith and scurried out after me. I was already sprinting down the corridor, there was no time to waste.
*
I headed round the back of the school first. The football ground was quiet, as were the old storage sheds and the creepy back alley behind the gym, without as much making-out teens. I headed round the front, to be joined by Xander bounding down the steps. I looked at him hopefully, he shook his head, "Snyder was prowling around and I thought I better vamoose before he decided to make me an ex-X-Man. I’ll stick with you and give you some cover."
"’kay," I nodded and strode purposefully through the school grounds.
Xander followed me, looking under benches and behind columns as if Willow and Cordelia were playing hide and seek. If they were, they were better hiders than we were seekers. It was all as empty as Giles’s love-life.
"Buffy…" Xander said haltingly.
I knew what he was going to say. I mustered all my acting ability and forced myself to sound confident, "Don’t worry. We’ll find her. She’s going to be alright." Even as I said it I almost believed it, Cordelia was so tough that any demon who’d got her would break their teeth trying to chew her down – Xander would get his girl back; it was Willow I worried about.
Xander nodded, he looked unconvinced as he checked a trashcan. I wasn’t sure what he thought he’d find in there, given its small size I wasn’t over sure I wanted to know. He rubbed his hands on his pants, ". I don’t know what I’d do if she’s gone. She’s always been my best friend, even over you Buff. We started kindergarten together, y’know – she was just this explosion of red hair and smarts. Come on Willow, where are you?"
He didn’t mention Cordelia and I thought it best not to remind him his girlfriend was also missing. Instead I headed to the parking. It was worse than I thought, Giles had brought his grampwagon, Cordy’s car was still in its space and beside it stood Harmony, looking like the last fat girl at a dance – which had to be a new experience for the boy’s locker room’s most popular.
She looked up as we approached, first smiling and then seeing it was Xander and me changing that to a deeply disappointed frown, "I’m waiting for Cordy," she said, "Have you seen her? She’s supposed to be giving me a lift home."
I lightly touched the side of my mouth. She got the hint and wiped away the dry cum spot. I took a quick look around to check Harm hadn’t coshed Cordy and Will and stashed them under the trunk. She hadn’t, which left me with only one thought, "I think she and Willow have been kidnapped."
"That totally blows," said Harmony crossly, "Who’s gonna give me a ride home. And I gave up a sure-thing as well – that is just so Cordelia. Ever since she started going out with that dweeb Harris she’s been as friend-like as a Versace in a Gucci collection."
Xander put his hand up and waved it, "Hello Harmony. I am here."
The bimbo ignored him, "I suppose I better call a cab. You got a phone Buffy or some money?"
Tempting though it was I couldn’t leave Harmony out here, not if there were bads scurrying around making off with teen girls – no demon was that evil it needed to suffer Harmony. "You better come with us to the library."
Giles, Mrs Post and Faith were waiting for us when we got back, faces grim. Giles stepped forward, "Anything?"
"No," I replied.
"Can you book me a cab?" said Harmony. She was ignored and stood there sulkily.
Giles sighed, "It does seem they have been taken then. Mrs Post found Cordelia’s purse in the corridor and Faith smelt chloroform in the ladies."
I nodded. I needed to put on my professional face and act like a Slayer. Panic or falling to pieces wouldn’t rescue Willow. I looked round the others, "No blood or bodies? Chloroform? Whoever took them wants them alive."
"Unless they’ve taken them to eat later," said Harmony. She fished around in her purse for some gum, only noticing we were looking at her in silence after she’d popped it in her mouth. And Harmony being Harmony and slightly more sensitive to feelings than your average garbage compactor totally failed to get why, "Hey, I haven’t had anything myself since lunch and all this talk about eating reminded me off it." We still stared at her, even Mrs Post seemed slightly surprised by Harmony’s complete missing of the point, though it might have been the botox injections running out. Harmony shrugged, "Okay, I get it, anyone want some gum?"
She was saved from a nasty dose of gumshoveddownthroatitis by the opening of the library double doors. In walked Principal Snyder, thinking he was Sheriff in High Noon, though he was more like the evil undertaker, rubbing his hands as the bodies pile up. Behind him came another man, who I recognised from his election posters as the Mayor, Richard Wilkins III. The Principal sneered as he gazed over us, his face that of someone who was about to sacrifice a couple of puppies and looking forward to it.
"Principal," said Giles trying to appear polite, but not so polite that the pickled gherkin would think it was an invite to stay around.
"What are you all doing here? It’s after eleven," said Snyder.
"School council," I said quickly, "We’re planning to the Christmas Ball."
Xander nodded quickly, "We thought we’d go for the logo ‘Thank Santa for Snyder’".
The Principal ignored him, instead he walked further into the library and stared at us as if he was inspecting the guard at Buckingham Palace, "Do you think I’m stupid Summers?" I was about to answer, but a quick cough from Giles told me it was one of those rhetorical questions. Snyder sighed, as if hoping I’d answer so he could expel me. "What I see here is one librarian, three trespassing students, one woman who’s not an employee and one reject from the Hells Angels, who if she had studied here would be on my ‘watch like a hawk until I get a chance to send to jail’ list.
As I guessed that list only has my name on it I made a mental note to try and get Faith to return to study and keep me company on Snyder’s hate-list. Meanwhile I tried to look as innocent as possible, which wasn’t easy when Snyder had us bang to rights. And the way his eyes narrowed and his smile widened into a twisted parody of a grin I guessed he knew it and it was a choice of a straight expulsion or whether trespass was enough of a biggie to call the cops and have us handcuffed to the cells. Before he could make a decision the second man stepped forward, beaming cheerfully, "Do you mind, Principal, I’d like to have a word with our friends here, especially Miss Summers and Miss Lehane."
There was silence for a moment, Snyder torn between his ambition to rid Sunnydale High of me and his fawning creeping to any authority above his own. His inner Uriah Heep won out, "Of course Mayor Wilkins." He stood still for a moment cringing beneath the Mayor’s glance, before realising that he wasn’t wanted, "I’ll be in my office. I have some paperwork to do."
I’d taken the few mo’s of silence to look at Mayor Richard Wilkins III. He had been Mayor of Sunnydale like, forever, and even before then his Dad and Grandpa had been the boss. The Wilkins won all elections so comfortably no-one serious ever put themselves up as a challenger, but there was no whiff of fraud to his victories, it wasn’t like Homecoming, he won because he was popular and effective. And if the Watcher’s Council was right he was the most evil thing in the State.
He didn’t look like it. His smile was wide and open and as I looked at his eyes they were friendly, the grin going all the way up and making laughter lines crease his skin. His dress was conservative and smart, a regular business man who’s word would be as good as a signed contract and when he talked there was no demonic hiss or echoey evil. He held out his hand pleasantly and I shook it. Faith looked surprised, and gave a quick glance at Mrs Post. Her Watcher nodded in instruction and Faith briefly shook it, before swiftly dropping it like it was molten iron. The Mayor pulled out a hankie and wiped his hand, smiling as he did so, "No offence ladies. It’s just I’m a bit of a Misophobe."
I looked at him quizzically, but it was Giles who answered for me, "Fear of Germs." He looked at the Mayor and said coldly, "What do you want?"
The smile never left the Mayor’s face, nor did it leave his eyes – which made what he said all the more chilling, "I’m here to do a deal. I’ve got Miss Rosenberg and Miss Chase and if you don’t want them to suffocate when their air runs out or be crushed when the roof falls in… well let’s do a deal."
"We don’t do deals," said Mrs Post.
I ignored her, but I kept my voice cold as I said "What’s the deal?" I didn’t want the Mayor to get any illusion we were buds.
He didn’t seem put-out by my tone. Nor was he in any mood to say what he wanted. Instead he walked over to the shelves and pulled out a book, which he briefly flicked through. He put it back and smiled, "Huckleberry Finn – he’s a scamp isn’t he. I used to love him as a small boy and its good to know a new generation of students will be excited as me in reading his adventures. It’s to help young people that I entered politics you know." We all remained silent as he picked up another book, this time he gave a small tut and shook his head, a frown crossing his face, though it seemed to be one more in sorrow than anger. He put the book back and turned round, "The biography of Aleister Crowley – less of a thing young people should read; it’s not full of the type of wholesome values that I feel we here in Sunnydale should be encouraging."
"Willow and Cordelia," Giles’ voice was slightly below the temp of Alaska.
"Mr Giles, you’re so impatient. I always thought that you Brits were placid, calm tea-drinkers, but you, you’re a bundle of energy," the Mayor smiled and sat half on, half-off a desk.
"I’m sorry, I’ll try to act a little more stereotypically once my friends are safe," Giles responded.
The Mayor sighed, "So impatient. You’d think the end of the world was coming," he smiled at his joke, "But if you insist… I have a couple of young female, well lets call them friends of an acquaintance. They’re new to Sunnydale and whilst I’d like to show them a good time, I’m sure that as young ladies they don’t want to be stuck with an old man like me, even if I hadn’t got to sacrifice a kid…goat – got you there and read through the papers for tomorrow’s education sub-committee. Mr Giles, I’m thinking that the elementary school could do with a new gym or is fitness wasted on the young, what do you think? Anyway I’d take it as a great favour if Buffy and Faith could escort the two young ladies, show them a good time."
He smiled so pleasantly it was if he didn’t know what Slayers and young ladies did for a ‘good time’ Giles did though, at least if he’d read his book ‘The Sexuality of Slayers’. He cleaned his glasses vigorously and looked at me, "Buffy… it’s your choice."
Well if saving Willow and Cordy meant I had to have sex with a couple of hotties, well, it was sucky sacrifice but I wasn’t going to let my friends down. I put on a noble face, "I’ll do it."
"Good, good, that’s the spirit," smiled the Mayor. He looked me over like Grandpa admiring his favourite grandchild and I half expected him to give me a pat on the head and a lollipop. His cheerful smile slowly turned into a disappointed frown and I cursed myself that I felt semi-guilty about that. "You may want to change," he said slowly.
He had a point. The pounding headache might have gone, courtesy of Slayer recuperation powers. Sadly they couldn’t work on my evening dress, which had not been improved by me being bloodily fire-extinguished in the face nor from my unplanned lie down on the library floor. And just as bad, when I’d dropped it for Will earlier, I couldn’t say hanging it neat had been numero uno on my list of priorities. "I’ve got my a gym skirt and top in my locker."
"Splendid," smiled the Mayor, "You’ll just be the peach."
"I’ll go change then," I said.
The Mayor nodded enthusiastically, then he paused, "One thing Buffy, the young ladies may take it the wrong way if you and Faith come all armed and dangerous. It might be best if you leave the stakes and other sharp objects here. I’m sure Mr Giles and Mrs Post can look after them."
I looked round at the others, Mrs Post – sizing up the options, Xander – appalled, Giles – thinking worriedly, Faith – looking at Mrs Post and Harmony – as blank as an empty chalkboard. I’d have preferred to head out as tooled up as a renegade cop in an action movie, but it wasn’t an option. If I wanted Willow and Cordelia back I was going to have to play the Mayor’s game and for the moment play it by his rules. I put on my most cheerful grin, "Who needs pointy things? It’d just be bad manners."
I didn’t wait for a reply but headed to change.
One of things Giles had hinted to me was that I’d be too much of a killer at Lacrosse to be fair to the others. And Willow had also hinted that if I could find excuses to avoid Gym so could she and that help with Math would be in the offing. It meant I hadn’t worn my gym kit for a while and given the shortness of the skirt and the way the top squeezed at my chest I could only guess I’d done a growing spurt. Not that the Mayor minded, as I returned to the library he clapped his hands in appreciation, though I was more interested in the appreciative gaze from Faith and Harmony.
"I’m good to go," I said.
"So you are," grinned Faith. She waited for a second until Mrs Post gave her a nod and then jumped off the desk she’d been sitting on, "I’m good to go as well."
"So you are," said the Mayor, "Well now if the pair of you toddle off to Willy’s Bar to meet your new friends."
"Willy’s Bar? Isn’t that Sunnydale’s demon hangout? Kinda like the Bronze for the undead," I asked.
"Well yes," said the Mayor, "but where else would a pair of vengeance demons go. Just one thing, Buffy, Faith, try not to use the word ‘wish’; I’ve seen what these gals can do. It tends to end with ripped off limbs and gouged out eyes, not pretty and darned hard to clean up afterwards."
"Great," I said and headed to the door, Faith a few steps behind.
It wasn’t the end of my advice for the evening as Mrs Post shouted out after me, "Buffy, if someone tries to hit you, please remember not to let them."
*
It was after midnight by the time we got to Willy’s Bar; it was on the outskirts of town, a seedy ramshackle building which looked like it was about to fall over with the next gust of wind. And the building was much like Willy himself, a cross between a weasel and a runt, willing to sell liquor to anyone for cash and snitch their secrets for the same.
Faith and I opened the door and strode in. Willy looked up, recognised me and let out a deep groan. I could sympathise - almost, Slayers were not good for upping the takings; the place was emptying faster than a speakeasy when Elliot Ness and the FBI popped in. I walked over to the bar, "Hi Willy."
"Slayer," said Willy, his face covered with a rictus grin that made him look like the Joker – except weedier. He polished a whisky tumbler with the same intensity Giles gives to his spectacles, "How nice to see you."
I smacked his head into the bar. The rules say that I’m not supposed to use my Slayer strength on humans, but Giles has always been a bit blind where smacking Willy was concerned.
"Ow," said Willy. He looked aggrieved, "You haven’t even asked me a question."
"But I was bound to have to hit you to make you talk, so I thought ‘why waste time?’" I replied, "Anyway I’m not here to find out what you know, though if you do have anything let me have it, but to meet a couple of demon girls. You seen them?"
"No," lied Willy, "Ouch."
This time it was Faith who banged his head on the bar. She grinned at me, "Y’know B, this is fun." She banged Willy’s head down again and he gave another girlie shriek of pain. Faith pulled him up so that his face was next to hers and gave him an pleasant smile, "Y’seen a couple of demon chicks."
Willy had decided that he’d held out long enough for the remaining demon patrons to know that he wouldn’t snitch them out straight away, at least not totally straight away... "There’s a couple of girls from the Sisterhood of Jhe… they split when you came in. Can’t say I blame them…"
"Anyone else?" I asked, demons who when we arrived dived out the window probably weren’t our dates.
"Couple of vengeance demons in human form in the last booth," said Willy, pointing.
"They’ll be our girls," said Faith and smacked Willy’s head down once more for luck.
We headed over to the booth Willy had shown us. In it were two women, a blonde about our age and a curly haired brunette, a little older, p’haps early twenties. They were sipping cocktails, which looked so expensive and colourful, Willy must have ordered them in by mistake. They looked up as I approached, "I’m Buffy Summers, this is my friend Faith Lehane."
It was the older one who spoke, "I’m Halfrek, this is my colleague Anyanka."
"Anya, when we’re in this form," the blonde hissed in what was supposed to be a whisper but was so loud that I didn’t need any Slayer sense to hear it, "D’Hoffryn said to not give away we were vengeance demons."
"Anya then," said Halfrek, "though as you are the Slayers sent to entertain us trying to pretend we’re High School Students isn’t going to work."
"You’re too old looking," said Faith bluntly. Then she gave a small quirky grin and slid in next to Halfrek, "but yeah we’re the two Slayers sent to entertain you."
Anya frowned, "Why do we keep talking about entertaining? I thought the Mayor agreed to send us to Slayers for fucking."
"Human, especially teenage female humans, often don’t feel it is appropriate on first meeting to suggest they’re planning to have carnal relations with you," said Halfrek.
"Now, that’s dumb," said Anya, "It would stop so much time wasting. I mean it’s not like we’re interested in each other’s star signs or what our favourite film is. We could just fuck."
It was the direct approach and I’m not going to pretend it didn’t have it attractions. But on the other hand with a bod like mine (and Faith’s) we’d just spend the entire day saying no to fat and ugly girls who’d come up and tell us they wanted to fuck us like we were competes in the Kentucky Derby. Still, as Anya was a looker and her friend wasn’t going to be kicked out of many beds either I was certainly up for a fucking. As demons went vengeance demons weren’t bad, all about justice for the wronged – like the Lone Ranger but with cuter asses. Anyway I needed to save Willow.
I sat down beside her, "I’m a Capricorn on the cusp of Aquarius, my favourite movie is Lesbian Cheerleaders 3 and I’m up for a good hard fucking."
"Gee, B," said Faith, "Lay all our cards on the table. What happened to mystery and romance?"
I ignored her and turned to Anya, "Anything else you want to know about me?"
"Are you wearing panties?" she said, her lips coming close to mine as she talked.
"Why don’t you find out?" I murmured back. I kept my mouth open and continued forward the few inches between it and Anya’s. Our open mouth’s latched together, our lips moving and our tongues trembling as we made out. My hands moved round her back, pulling the zip on her dress down far enough that I could slide my hands in to rub at the skin over her collarbones.
There was a theatrical sigh from Halfrek and from the corner of my eye I saw her shrug and then move onto Faith, her hands moving up and under my friend’s T-shirt. I swung my eyes away from them and back to Anya, to concentrate on her and making sure she was entertained. My mouth was pushing hard against hers, but she wasn’t giving me an easy victory and her tongue was counter-attacking, slamming into my mouth and pinning against my tongue. Harder and more passionately we made out, our heads moving back and forth as we fought for tongue control.
Her hands were on my thighs, massaging my flesh. After a few moments of making out they began to go further and under my skirt. As that was so short they didn’t have to go much further for Anya to find the answer to her question. She broke from me and said, almost accusingly, "You are wearing panties. And they’re wet."
"Hey, I can’t help being excited," I giggled. On the other side of the table Halfrek and Faith were deep in exchanging saliva, Halfrek’s hands pushing Faith’s T-shirt so far I could see the bottom of her side-boobs, whilst Faith was gripping Halfrek’s waist through the dress. I turned back to Anya, "Should I be excited?"
"Yes," grinned Anya and put her mouth back on mine.
I opened my mouth and let her tongue invade me, recompense for her disappointment in finding I wasn’t commando. However her moment of distress was short-lived as even with panties my pussy was available. I tensed in excitement as her fingers pushed aside the wet cotton and moved over my labia, stroking at the wet flesh and making it even damper. I broke from her to gasp in pleasure as one of her fingers pushed into my wet hole, sliding up the lubricated tunnel to explore the insides of my cunt. Her mouth moved to my neck, kissing, slurping and sucking at the side of my throat as her finger moved in and out of my cunt. I moaned again, "Oh God, Anya, yes."
She continued to jam the finger up my pussy, swiftly adding a second one as I bucked and moaned in pleasure. The two digits hit hard at my clit, making it quiver with sexual joy and sending blasts of orgasmic pleasure echoing through me. My body quaked and shook, forcing my hands to claw excitedly at Anya’s back, encouraging her to finger me harder. And if my that wasn’t enough of a hint, I groaned, "Come on, come on. Stick your finger up my slot. Make me cum, make me cum hard."
I was barely aware that on the other side of the table Faith’s T-shirt was now so high it was over her face, pinning her arms in place. Not that, I guessed, she had been planning much resistance to Halfrek’s sucking of her teen’s tits, the vengeance demon’s mouth engorged with the bosom she was slurping in. Faith’s moans were muffled, but still audible, "Oh God, yes, suck my titties, I want you to suck my titties, oh yes, this is so good."
My head jerked back so suddenly it nearly snapped my neck as Anya’s fingers rammed hard against my clit. I could feel my heart racing and my blood boiling as the orgasms hit me in a fusillade of pleasure. A spurt of cum juice arced down my cunt, soaking Anya’s fingers and making my already damp panties so wet they almost became translucent. The vengeance demon pulled her digits out of my twat and licked away my cum, "You enjoyed that I can tell."
"I did," I twisted in my seat so that I could pull of my panties. They were so sopping that if I kept them on I’d get a chill in my nether regions. I could see Anya grinning as I slid the underwear into my bag. On the other side of the table Halfrek had finished slurping Faith’s boobs and was transferring her tongue to the Slayer’s mouth.
Normally I’d have suggested we stick around for a bit and see what developed. But it was Willy’s and some of the braver patrons were beginning to rumble and flex their muscles, whilst casting looks over at me and Faith. Sometimes there’s times to be a fighter, but not tonight. I gave Faith a quick kick under the table, "You fancy going clubbing with the girls, er demons."
"Bronze will be closed," said Faith. She raised an eyebrow at the rapidly gathering crowd outside our booth and then sang-froidly started to kiss Halfrek again.
"We could hit Juicy Lucy’s instead," I suggested.
"Okay," said Faith, rapidly changing her mind as soon as I suggested the lesbian sex club a few miles outside town. She smiled at Halfrek, "I’m guessing if you want entertainment Lucy’s is the place."
But not if you wanted either class or cheapness; Juicy Lucy’s managed that combination of being hideously expensive and being so seedy it made Willy’s Bar look like the height of New York sophistication. But it scored points on the ‘lots of naked females’ and ‘not lots of angry looking vamps’ boards.
Halfrek looked at Anya, "Why not?"
"Well I’m happy here," said Anya, "The drink is cheap and no-one asks for my ID."
"They have live lesbian sex-shows," I said.
"Let’s go, hurry, hurry," Anya nearly pushed me on my ass in her eagerness to check out Lucy’s.
"We’ve got a car," said Halfrek, "Don’t need to bother with a cab."
I slid into the back seat with Anya. And we barely got out of the parking lot before we were at each other, our mouths clamped together like we were limpets and our hands stroking and massaging each other’s legs and other things. I was sliding under her dress, my fingers creeping up her thigh even as her hand was under my skirt and playing with my slit. I gave a moan of pleasure as her finger again pushed in, gasping with excitement as Anya twisted and moved the digit. My own hand moved higher and I discovered there was no blockage to her cunt. I slid my own finger in, exploring her wet fuckhole, my digit slithering over the soaking walls as I hunted for the clit.
"Fuck," I gasped as she hit my clit. I began to hammer back, shoving my finger at her special spot, matching her speed and velocity. The two of us shudder and shook, our bodies bouncing as the car sped towards our destination. I could see Faith watching us in the mirror, her face contorted by envy. I grinned and made her go almost green as I threw my head back and gasped out "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
I pulled up my skirt and moved onto Anya’s lap, "I want more," I said as I lifted her dress up to expose her leaking twat and toned tummy.
"I want more orgasms as well," said Anya as I began to rub myself against her, my wet pussy brushing over her soaked labia lips, our cum mixing and merging as I muff-massaged her. The car bumped over a small dip in the road and I rammed against her harder, my slit slapping over her and making us both groan in excitement. Her hands were on my back pulling me down and forcing my cunt onto hers. The movement of the car made us bounce and quiver, our excited pussies shoving against each other until they were wet and cumming.
Anya was gripping at me hard; "Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she gasped as my twat massaged hers into a wave of pleasure. My pussy was dripping, the orgasms hitting it and making it explode with joy. I pushed harder and deeper, forcing my soaking wet hole against hers, making our bodies move together in cummy, slippery, lust-filled copulation. "Oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Anya moaned and groaned her body quivering under mine. Her hands were grabbing at my back, her sharp nails digging through my top and into my skin. I could feel her breath, ragged and desperate, as her body tried to cope with the orgasmic pleasure ripping through it. Her nails dug deeper, "Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck."
I knew how she felt. My own pussy was sending out so many orgasms that the rest of me was on overdrive, quivering as the ecstasy blew within me. I was leaking so much that I risked dehydration, the juice flowing down my front hole and covering Anya with its sweetness. I banged down harder, rubbing myself onto Anya and making us both cum again in a torrent of gasps, groans and giggles. Faster and faster, I rubbed, my body adding to the motion of the car and Anya’s shudders to produce a three-pronged attack on our super-sensitive pussies, "Fuccck, aaarggghhh, fuuuckk!"
The car drew to a stop, "We’re here," said Faith dryly, "Unless you want us to drive round the block again whilst you get it on."
"No. This will be fine. I’ve orgasmed now and Buffy has also cum," said Anya not getting the sarcasm. She gave a wide smile, "Let’s go watch the show."
Despite the late hour Lucy’s was packed, cementing Sunnydale’s reputation as the most lesbianest place in California. A few heads turned appreciatively as we walked in. I didn’t know if the deal would still be on if someone else entertained Anya so I slid my hand round her waist and kept her close. Up around the poles strippers were gyrating sexily, garters, bras and g-strings being thrown and dropped round the room. On the main floor, women were dancing and bopping, teens, Milfs, even a desperate granny or two; their sweaty bodies bouncing and moving around as they clung to a loved one, eyed up a cutie or strutted their wears.
"You wanna see the sexpit?" I asked Anya and Halfrek.
"What’s that?" asked Halfrek.
It was Faith who answered, confirming that on nights not patrolling she wasn’t always tucked up early with hot choccy and good book; "It’s in the back. Live sex shows. Y’know girls fucking girls with everyone watching. Costs fifty bucks each."
"Sounds fun," grinned Halfrek. She reached into her purse, "Don’t worry, I’ll pay, put it down on expenses." She wasn’t joking about the expenses, as she asked the cashier for a receipt, leaving the girl bemused for a few moments before scrawling something on a napkin and handing it to Halfrek, who looked at it for a moment, frowning and considering whether to turn the cashier inside out. She decided, as she was in Slayer company, it was best not too. Instead she turned and smiled at us, "Shall we go?"
I squeezed my arm round Anya tighter as Halfrek took hold off Faith’s waist and four of us headed into the back room.
It was well lit, no-one wanted to pay fifty dollars and not to be able to see anyone, with the delicious smell of girl cum pervading the air like lavender in a English Garden. Around the pit, dozens of women were clustered, watching the show taking place on the beds before them. The crowds babble of excited conversation and cheers of encouragement competed with the participants’ cries of passion and grunts of exertion, the squeak of beds bouncing was drowned out to anyone without Slayer hearing.
Keeping hold off Anya I pushed my way into a good position to watch. It seemed we’d hit pay-dirt. On the beds in front of us there wasn’t just one couple, but two and one threesome, a pretty Asian girl getting DP’d by a couple of busty redheads. I looked closer to see if I recognised anyone. The first couple and the threesome were mysteries to me. But I recognised the second couple, Emily Fields was on her knees getting an anal filling from Paige McCullers, showing that they were more than swim-team buddies. They must have come here straight from homecoming as Emily was still in her dress, or almost still in her dress, her titties had popped out the front, whilst Paige was wearing a tux – though it was much more open than earlier and her curvaceous chest was freely on view. I mouthed a ‘thanks for the vote’ to them both, but I don’t think they noticed as they were concentrating on having a good fucking, even as I watched switching position so that Paige was lying down and Emily was reversing her cowgirl on her.
Anya’s hand moved to my butt squeezing it sensually as we watched the banging couples (and trio). I shuddered, the excitement within me building up as I watched Paige plug her friend hard and felt Anya’s pinch, her fingers telling me that I’d be bent over later getting what Emily was receiving. It made my pussy heat up so much I swear it began to melt, so much juicy liquid filling it that if I’d still be wearing my pants they’d have been wetter than the Pacific. I gave a squeak as Anya pinched me again, giggling as her hand slid over my butt. On the bed the screams of pleasure continued to explode, "Aaaarrrrghhh." "Fuuuccck." "Take me, take me" "Fill my ass, fill my fucking ass." "Aaaaaarrrghhh."
There was a sharp intake of breath from Faith. I gave a quick glance beside me. Halfrek was behind her, the vengeance demon’s head on the Slayer’s shoulder. Her hands were wrapped round Faith’s front, with one of them resting on her the teen’s tum, with the other sliding down under the unbuttoned jeans. I couldn’t see where her fingers were ending up, but from the flush on Faith’s face and the brunette’s moans and whimpers, I could guess. It made me feel even hornier and ready for action. I squeezed Anya tighter round the waist, and nodded to the bed, "Looks like they’re having fun."
"Yes," said Anya, "Buffy if you want to fuck just say so."
"I want to fuck," I giggled.
"Good," said Anya, "I’ll give you lots of orgasms once we’ve finished here."
I was wanting lots of orgasms now, not in the future. Was a vengeance demon’s word good? I vaguely remembered that sometimes they eviscerated men who didn’t keep their wedding vows, which probably meant they believed in keeping promises; but then again, demons – not always big at keeping their word. I decided the best thing to do was keep me on her mind by snuggling harder at her whilst making a small, hot moan to show her what was on offer – real life Buffy is better than watching sex, even if live.
"Fuuuucckk, oh my fuck, fuck, fuuuckkk," Emily was still bouncing up and down on her beau’s strap-on, the tuxedo clad Paige gripping her girlfriend’s waist and keeping her on the straight and wide.
Anya’s hand moved under my skirt. I gave a small giggle and pushed my body harder against hers as her she began to knead my flesh. Her fingers massaged and pinched me, squeezing the flesh of my buttocks and pulling at my cheeks. I felt my excitement mount as she slid a finger between my buttocks and over my tightly puckered hole. My excitement got higher as she rubbed at it hard, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. And then I gasped as my excitement hit a new level as Anya began to push her middle finger into my tight ass. She looked at me, smiling, "Proper orgasms come later, but here is a taster."
She pushed her finger further in, the nail scraping at my wall and the knuckle rubbing after it. My nerve endings tweeted in pleasure, not as if it had been a twelve inch dildo or a full fist, but still enough to make me redden and quiver, my knees shaking and my legs weakening. Harder and faster Anya pushed, he thrusts ramming up by ass like Paige up Emily’s. I moaned, "Finger my ass, finger it so hard, finger me baby."
Beside me Faith moaned and twisted. I could see Halfrek’s elbow moving, and whilst Faith was half-turned from me so I couldn’t see where the finger was going, there seemed little doubt that my friend was also enjoying a fingering.
I gasped as Anya’s finger scratched up my butthole, rushing over my nerve endings and pushing deep into me. I gritted my teeth for a moment to stop myself crying out in pleasure, tensing as the orgasm rushed into me and then relaxing as it left. I gave a hard breath, "Finger fuck me, finger fuck my ass."
"Aaaaaarrrrghhh, fuuuuccckkk" on the bed Emily orgasmed loudly. For a second there was a pause as she shifted position to lie face down on the bed, the crowd’s attention momentarily shifted to the other couple and the threesome. But then Paige was on her, pushing the dildo down her lover’s ass as she began to do press-ups on her back. The crowd hooted and cheered, the swimmers were going at it hard and their stamina was impressive.
"Ooooh" I gave another squeak as Anya’s finger rammed up my anal tunnel again. She was thrusting it in hard, pushing it as deep as it would go, until the knuckles of her other fingers were pressed deep into my cheeks. My body quivered in excitement and my cunt juiced so hard I could feel the cum trickling down. I squeezed into her, my gasps and shivers telling her how much I was enjoying the anal fingering. I groaned "Ooooh, that’s so hot. Finger fuck your sexy Buffy, finger fuck my slutty ass."
"Give it to her, fuck her hard," shouted Halfrek as Paige continued to pound Emily’s ass in front of us, "Fuck her, fuck her!" Faith writhed as Halfrek shouted, the demon continuing to thrust a digit into her Slayer slit, driving my friend into paroxysms of jolting joy.
Anya was shouting as well, "Go on, ram that dildo down your girls ass, ram it in good."
I moaned and bucked, panting with lust as Anya filled my hole. Her finger thrust back and forth, racing over my nerve endings and making my ass blow with joy, "Mmmmn yessss, mmmmnnn, yessss," I moaned.
On the bed Emily was shrieking, "Fuck, oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming."
There was an explosive round of applause from the crowd that almost drowned out her final ear-piercing shriek. Anya withdrew her finger from my ass to join the clapping, hollering her approval as a sweating and panting Paige pulled her dildo from her girlfriend’s gaping butthole. I squeezed Anya tighter, casting a look at Faith and Halfrek beside us. Halfrek was clapping as well, her hands above her head, Faith was leaning back against her, trying to applaud whilst rebuttoning her jeans. She turned her head slightly so that our eyes met and we grinned, both having enjoyed our fingerings and hoping there was more to come.
"That was fun," said Halfrek, "Is there somewhere else we can go, somewhere more private."
"Where we can give you orgasms with our strap-ons," added Anya helpfully.
"We could go to my motel room," said Faith helpfully.
I wasn’t sure we really should be showing a pair of vengeance demons, sexy though they were, where we lived. Plus Faith’s motel is a total dive that makes Willy’s seem like a luxury diner. I shook my head, "Too far. What about the bluff’s near Miller’s Woods? They’re a good make-out spot, plenty of privacy, a nice view and you can park the car near."
Halfrek and Anya looked at each, nodding. Halfrek turned to me, "Sounds good Buffy."
*
It didn’t take us long to get to Miller’s Wood, this time Anya drove and she sped through the darkened night like if she didn’t get me up to the bluffs asap I’d turn into a pumpkin, perhaps a slutty one, but still a pumpkin. The car screeched to a halt so suddenly I was jerked forward, bouncing against my seat-belt like I was being taken roughly from behind, but without the orgasms.
"We’re here," said Anya opening her door, "Get naked and let’s fuck."
I decided to play hard to get, "Are you going to lay a rug or something down first?"
"We haven’t got a rug," said Halfrek.
I didn’t want to play too hard, it’d be a waste to go all the way out here and leave with nothing more than hickey on my neck, "The grass will be fine, won’t it Faith."
"It was you who didn’t want to go back to the Motel and beds," said Faith, with a tinge of a sulk in her voice; though she wasn’t too sulky to get out of the car and start pulling off her T-shirt.
I quickly joined her, stripping of my clothes as fast as I could – which is Speedy Gonzales fast. In the background the lights of Sunnydale blazed, lighting up the valley below like a carnival. It would have been picturesque and scenic if I’d been interested in anything but the upcoming banging I was going to get. I pulled off my pumps, and paused before deciding to keep on my socks, - a girl has to keep some mystique. I put my hands on my hips and stood as Faith posed beside me – she hadn’t bothered with her keeping on her socks. The two vengeance demons had also quickly stripped, apart from a pair of necklaces they both wore, but unlike us they then put something back on – a strap-on, black for Anya, pink for Halfrek and both ten inches long with a girth that made me salivate. I smiled and said "Ta-dah," as I moved to show the full sexiness of my slayer bod.
"Okay, get on your backs and spread those legs," said Halfrek.
We were down on the ground as quick as lightning, wiggling about to get comfortable and clearing any twigs or scratchy fallen leaves from grass. I swung out my legs up and out, my ankle rubbing against Faith’s as she did the same. Our sexy shaven slots, juiced up and soaking with anticipation, glimmered in the starlight, the cum coloured silver by the night sky’s rays. I scrabbled at the ground, gripping the grass as I struggled to contain my lascivious excited lust. I licked my lips seductively, "Come fuck me, come fuck me now."
Anya grinned as she stood over me, holding her strap-on and looking at willing pussy hole, "Prepare for orgasm Slayer." She moved on top of me.
I gasped and groaned as the toy entered my pussy, sliding down the lubricated hole and deep into my slot. My body writhing under her, wriggling to help her down and to find the most comfortable spot, so I didn’t have a hummock of grass pushing into my back as Anya’s body pressed against mine. I gave a moan as her dildo hit my clit and swung my legs round onto the vengeance demon’s back to help her enter more smoothly. She began to move faster, hammering the toy home. I pushed my head back and let out a moan, "Fuck me, fuck me."
My eyes closed, but even without sight I knew Faith was starting to enjoy her fucking. I could sense her body vibrating as she was slammed into, her sexy Slayer frame quivering and shuddering as the toy rammed into her pussy. Her moans of pleasure were loud, intoxicating in their passion even as Halfrek’s exertions made the demon pant noisily, threatening to drown out her fuck-partner’s cries. I was groaning and gasping myself, shrieking with pleasure as Anya’s toy rammed down over my clit. She was panting as well, gasping out, "Come on Buffy, come on, come on, come on, cum my slutty Slayer slut."
My back arched as the first orgasm hit me; a smack in the pussy that sent singing songbirds twittering from my brain and made the stars in the sky blur and wobble. I screamed in pleasure, my body moving uncontrollably and my heels hammering on Anya’s back as the pleasure flooded me. I yelled, "Aaaaarrrghhh, fuuuuuckkkk, aaaaargghh."
Faith’s excited screams were echoing beside me, "Fuck, Halfrek, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuucckkk!"
Neither vengeance demon allowed us a rest continuing to plough into our soaked Slayer slits with speed and precision, banging the toy in like we were nails and they were hammers. The thrusts of the toys went deep into our cunts, thrusting down our wet walls and ramming at our clits, so that we screamed and came and shouted and orgasmed, "Yesssss, yessss, aaaarrrggghhh, yessssss!"
Even though there was no sun I was covered in sweat, some of it even mine. It dripped from Anya, huge droplets falling from her hair and face, sliding down the metal of her necklace, as she pounded me. The perspiration slid over me, as she shuddered and thrashed down, making me bounce like a trampoline, the liquid droplets bouncing on my skin. Our bodies slipped and slithered together, merging into one mass as the dildo hammered into my open cunt, "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuucckkk!"
The orgasm was rising again, an explosive, powerful wave of pure sexual gratification. My body bent and tore, the muscles straining against the skin as the full force of the orgasm hit me, "Aaaaarrrrghhh, yesssssss, aaaaaaargggghh, aaaarrrggghhh!"
Anya pulled out the dildo, but remained hovering over me, her hands either side of my shoulders. I dropped my legs down form her back as she said, "Turn over."
I instantly did as she said, twisting round and offering up my butthole as I guessed she wasn’t want me shifting position just so I could enjoy the night time view over Sunnydale. As I rolled over I put my hands on my ass cheeks and pulled them open, a further sacrifice to great goddess strap-on. Within seconds Anya was lowering herself, pushing the toy into my asshole, already loosened by Willow’s efforts earlier in the night. I moaned with joy, I was doing this to rescue Willow, I reminded myself, but I was sure she wouldn’t be too put out if the way to save her also pleasured me. Behind me Anya was grunting as she pushed the toy deeper into my anal chute, "That’s it Buffy, work that ass, take my toy."
I squealed in pleasure as the dildo moved in, spreading my back-hole like butter. I let go of my cheeks and moved my hands to my front, they automatically clawed at the grass as Anya’s thrusting began to warm up my butt in a series of sexual explosions. Beside me Halfrek had followed the example of her friend and turned Faith onto her front. My fellow Slayer was taking it hard in her asshole, writhing in pleasure as the curly haired vengeance demon rammed her deep. My hand shot out and grabbed Faith’s. She gripped it back and we squeezed each other as our lovers for tonight hammered home. Faith’s excitement shivered through her body, making her hake like a spitting electrical cable and jolting into me. I was doing the same, squeezing at her hand as I screamed out, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
And Anya did, thrusting home the dildo skilfully and with power. The hard rubber pounded open my ass and hit my clitoris from behind, each thrust threatening to burst the thin wall that separated ass from pussy and sending orgasmic waves crashing through me. My ass ached and stretched, but I didn’t care, not when the orgasms from the dildo were making my head spin with sexual happiness. My body scraped over the grass, staining my front with greenery, the grass’s juices making my front sticky and wet. As did other juices…
"That’s it Buffy, fuck, fuck, fuck." "Fuck, Faith, you are such a good anal-fucker," Anya and Halfrek continued to pound at our sexy assholes, their bodies crashing down on our backs and their boobs bouncing as they battered down. Their amulets swung between their tits, the cold metal and gems cracking against our backs as Anya and Halfrek thrust down. They moved faster and harder, pounding our Slayer butts into submission. Me and Faith screamed, the sexual ecstasy pounding through us. Harder and harder the two vengeance demons fucked, their conversation moving from words to grunts, letting their dildoing do the talking.
Anyway me and Faith were loud enough for all of us… "Aaaaarrrghh, aaarrggghhh," "Fuuuuccckkk! Fuuuccckkk!" "Uuuurrrgggh, ooooohhhh, uuurrrgggghhh." "Yessss! Yesssss! Yeesssss!" Our screams were loud, sending any sleeping wildlife scurrying for somewhere quieter.
My body exploded in ecstasy as I came. I squeezed Faith’s hand so hard if she hadn’t been a Slayer I’d have shattered bones. And then she came as well, her wail of pleasure so high-pitched that my ears almost bled and her grip on my hand was painful. Anya and Halfrek continued to pound down, slamming their rubber dicks into our asses and pushing us into further orgasms.
"Aaaaarrgghhh, I’m cuuuummmiinnnng!" I shrieked, pleasure orgasming in my ass. I closed my eyes and let the feeling flood me with its intensity. Anya thrust down once more and dropped, her sweat stained body resting on me. Her pants of exhaustion were loud in my ear. Faith squeezed my hand once more as she came explosively, then she relaxed and let go as Halfrek collapsed onto her.
We lay like that, the four of us soaked in sweat and other liquid, as the night sky lightened and the sun came up. Halfrek stood up and put out her hand to help Anya to her feet, "Thanks for the night. We better go, you want a lift back to the Mayor?"
"Yeah," I said and reached for my gym skirt.
*
"Good morning Buffy, good morning Faith," the Mayor beamed at us as he ushered us past the night receptionist and up to his office, "Did you have a good night? I hear Anya and Halfrek did, D’Hoffryn gave me a call. They were very complimentary about the two of you. I knew you wouldn’t let me down."
"Where’s Willow?" I asked. I didn’t even sit down as he offered me a chair, though Faith did. She put her feet on his desk, though, and smiled cockily.
He frowned, at first I thought it was Faith’s lack of house-training, but no, "Really Miss Summers, you are extraordinarily direct for a young lady. Can I give you a suggestion? A bit of small talk always helps, asking about families, a bit of conversation about the weather, what was on the television last night, it all helps establish a long-term relationship and makes everything run so much smoother."
"Where’s Will and Cordy?" I repeated, ignoring his patter. I didn’t want a long-term relationship with him, social, business or political. I wanted to rip out his throat, I wanted to burn down his office, I wanted to send him to hell. But mainly I wanted to find my friends safe and well. "That was the deal. Tell me where they are."
Mayor Wilkins stood up and walked over to his filing cabinet. He pulled out a folder and opened it, looking at the contents for a moment before pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to me. It was a map of some old warehouses near Sunnydale docks, with an address neatly written next to a ringed building. The Mayor smiled as I folded the piece of paper and slipped it into my purse; "Your friends are in the basement. If you hurry they should be safe as the vampires guarding them were told not to touch them. I’d hurry though, you know what vamps are like, always wanting to snack."
I headed to the door, turning when I put my hand on the handle, "This isn’t over."
"Indeed not Miss Summers," the Mayor gave a charming smile, "It is only just beginning."
*
The abandoned warehouse was gloomy and dark despite the sunlight outside, only in a few places where a piece of wood had slid from a window or a cracked hole in the metal walls was any light let in. Spiders danced in cobwebs, which spun across the ceiling and between empty crates. The floor was grimy and dirty, making it hard to tell what dust had been there before and what was the remains of the five vamps Faith and I had dusted, or the two that Giles and Xander had managed.
"Found it," Giles called. The other three of us sprinted over from where we’d be searching for the door to the basement. It was small, barely five foot high and almost hidden behind debris, metal pipes, wooden boxes and bits of old rusting machinery. It didn’t take me and Faith long to clear it.
I opened the door and headed down. The stairs were dark, but there was glint of light from a room at the bottom. I raced down them and into the basement. It was filled with old boxes, stacked on rusting metal shelves. In the middle of the room was a wooden table, with some old stools clustered round it. And Willow and Cordy.
I stopped so suddenly, that Xander hit me from behind. My face went red as Willow looked up from sixty-nining Cordelia, her mouth went open in shock and surprise. I gave a weak smile, "Hi, come to rescue you."
"We can come back later if its not convenient," grinned Faith.
"I can explain," said a naked Willow. Then she paused, "No, I can’t."
"I don’t think an explanation is needed," said Xander. He turned and walked up the stairs. Giles gave a small nod of greeting to Willow and followed him.
I gave another wan smile, "At least I now know who your mystery woman is."
"Shit," said Willow, who hardly ever swore. She pulled herself off Cordelia, who was trying to appear like she wasn’t there, "Yes. I didn’t want Xander to find out like this." She reached for her dress, "Look I better go and have a word."
"Leave it for a bit," I said, "I don’t think he’s in the mood."
"But I am," Faith licked her lips and looked at my friends lasciviously.
I knew how she felt, the sight of them naked was making me hot and horny again. But I didn’t think this was a time for a foursome – later perhaps. I shook my head, "Let’s go."
"This isn’t good," moaned Willow.
"It never is, its Sunnydale," I replied.
*
Special Guest Starring: Emily Field and Paige McCullers from Pretty Little Liars.
I don’t own that either.
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