I'm lying on the bed admiring my diamond ring. It looks so good on my hand. I keep spreading my fingers and turning my wrist, letting the sparkles dazzle my eyes.
Faith is smiling at me and running her thumb carefully down the edge of the knife I gave her. Her chain clasped around her neck, and the platinum stake nestled firmly between her breasts.
Happy little stake.
"Ouch!" she exclaims, and then looks sheepishly at me, holding up her thumb. A drop of blood forms at the tip.
"Baby, be careful," I say, "It has a real bite."
She sucks on her thumb and nods her head at me.
After Faith had delivered the most romantic speech ever given in the history of the spoken word, I had thrown myself babbling into her arms, knocking her back onto the bed.
And crying. I was babbling and crying.
Babbling and Crying Buffy.
A new doll by Mattel. Available at a store near you.
My ramblings were more incoherent than usual. I kept kissing her face and telling her yes and a whole bunch of other things. She was kind of pinned under me in an awkward position, but she took it like a little kid with a puppy licking her face.
Shortly thereafter our food arrived, and I went to get Faith's presents while she went to answer the door. When she wheeled the two carts into the room, she spotted the pile of presents I had put in the middle of the mattress.
She let out this loud "Whoop!" and both carts went flying as she pushed them out of the way to leap onto the bed.
She started jumping up and down, "Me! Me! Me!" she exclaimed, face all excited.
She really has no dignity when it comes to receiving presents.
At least not with me anyway.
She's as cool as an igloo in front of other people...with me she's like a left-in-the-sun Otter Pop.
"Yes, goof. All for you," I smiled. Then I said:
"No, baby. Those two, last. Open the others first."
Big eyed she said, "Okay, B."
And paper and ribbons confetti the air.
The smaller gifts were mostly clothing and costume jewelry.
A couple of West Coast Chopper T's, an Iron-Cross belt buckle, a skull and daggers ring.
"Baby, I love it," she said, pulling on a CFL skull beanie.
Choppers For Life.
She stopped and eyeballed the remaining two gifts.
She looked at me.
"Now?" she said, very cute like.
"Now," I said smiling.
She went to open the knife first, but I made a small sound. She stopped and looked up at me. I motioned my eyes to the other gift, and she grinned and moved her hand to reach for it.
"This one, B?" she asked.
"I suppose," I said, glancing around the room innocently.
She laughed, "Okay, B."
She took the package and opened it carefully, taking great care not to rip the paper.
Her eyes admired the leather casing and she said:
"I like it already."
I smiled and said, "wait 'til you open the other one."
She opened the case.
"Oh my god, baby. This is beautiful...and butch too."
She lifted the chain from the silk lining and ran her fingertips over the links.
"This is nice, B. Silver?"
"Platinum," I said.
She raised her eyebrows and fingered the stake, "Great minds think alike," And she looked at my ring.
My ring!!
"Read the back," I said.
She turned the stake over and said:
"I 'heart' you, too, B." And leaned over to give me a kiss.
"The other one!" I said excitedly, "Open the other one!"
She smiled and reached for the box.
She opened the wrapping with equal care, and stopped to stare at the ornate carvings on the wooden box.
"Baby, this is bitchen. I can keep my rings and buckles in it."
"No, baby. Open it," I said, making a face at her.
She raised the lid and her expression told me everything.
"Baby, no way. Are you serious? This is fucking hardcore!"
I got excited and couldn't wait. I reached over and took the knife out of the case and handed it to her.
"Feel! Feel how it fits in your hand."
She held the handle and moved her hand up and down, testing the weight.
"Buffy, it's a perfect fit. And the weight's right too."
It looked good in her hand.
And her hand will look good plunging it into some skank-ass demon.
"Platinum?" she joked.
"Nope, silver with titanium reinforcement."
"Baby, you thought of everything. This will kick the shit out of those furry McBastards."
"Read the inscription."
She read both sides of the blade, smiling at the Valentine's Day motif. She put it back in the box and looked at me seriously.
"I am, B. Chosen for you. I'm glad you think so too."
"Yeah, I do," I grinned. I slipped her robe off one shoulder and slapped a custom made tattoo sticker on her arm, rubbing it.
She looked surprised.
It's a red heart with three letters inside.
"Uh, ya know, B, from this angle it looks a lot like it says 'O.P.P'."
"It does," I said grinning.
"Um...you know what that stands for?" she asked.
"Yep. Other People's Property," I said proudly.
"Yeah, the P.G. version," she leered at me.
My eyes narrowed and I asked suspiciously, "What's the other version?"
"Other People's Pussy," she grinned.
Oh.
I looked down, a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, B. It's only temporary. Besides, it doesn't specify to who this pussy belongs to."
I gave her a tiny smile.
I slipped my robe off my shoulder.
"Oh, B! That's priceless!" she started laughing hysterically, holding her sides.
My arm sported its own tattoo.
In a similar heart it said "People".
I sighed.
I really do suck at planning.
"So you're telling me Willow and Xander were in on it?"
"Yep, B. From the get go."
"And Giles too?"
"Uh-huh."
It seems everyone was involved in helping Faith get laid.
Okay, maybe that was too specific, but in helping Faith plan a romantic weekend for us.
She asked for help.
From my friends.
Huh.
Now why didn't I think of that?
See? I really do suck at planning.
Everyone helped out in one way or the other. Well, except for my mom, cus that would have just been creepy.
But even Cordelia lent a hand, if you can believe that.
She picked out Faith's lingerie.
Yeah, I bet that was just really awful for her, having Faith all naked and trying on different bras and panties. I'm sure she was horribly put out.
The conniving little sneak.
"Was Guy in on it too?" I ask.
"No, B. I ran into him after I won all the money."
Faith had won all that cash at a poker game.
In the suite of the Prince of Brunei.
Everyone knows he's got an eye for the ladies. He usually keeps about a hundred or so on his palace grounds.
He was passing by the roulette tables on his way to play baccarat, when he stopped his entourage to see what all the commotion was about. Faith was holding the table and was up ten grand. A large crowd had gathered and was cheering her on.
He was impressed by her skill, but he was in awe of her sexuality.
When Faith does anything that excites her --slaying, dancing, fucking, gambling-- her pheromones exude a powerful calling to those of a similar nature.
Needless to say, being in Vegas, she was knee deep in the thick of things. Every hormone junkie in a hundred yard radius was attracted to her.
The Prince could smell it.
"B, it was just wicked weird. It was almost like he was sniffing the air, like Oz does sometimes."
Anyway, he asked Faith to join him later for drinks in his suite, but she asked flat out if he was running a game. She wasn't worried if it was a pick up line, cus she already knew that it was, she wanted to know if he was going to run a poker game.
He said, "Yes" and she said, "I'm there."
Anyway, long story short, she cleaned up.
She had a little over seventy thousand when she left. She said she could have won more if she had stayed, but she had to go to the Bellagio to meet the guy at Tiffany's who had opened up the shop for her after hours.
For a price.
"That's just the way it is in Vegas, baby. Money talks."
Willow had known Faith went out that night before I even told her. She and Xander had actually arrived earlier than she let on, and Xander and Faith had gone out together. He was itching for some action and he figured Faith was just the girl who'd attract it for him.
He was right.
He was with her at the roulette table, cheering the loudest of them all. He had sat with the Prince's bodyguards while Faith played poker. He had gone to Tiffany & Co after hours and played with expensive jewelry. He had stalked vamps with Faith, and he went clubbing with her and Guy.
In fact, he had just walked into the room minutes before I called Willow.
No wonder Willow was so sure that Faith was okay. She already knew what she was doing.
For the most part.
"So, baby, when you were acting all funny in the bath and went to bed early, that was all an act?"
"Well yeah, B. I had to get you in the bed somehow. I mean, I figured we wouldn't be havin' sex, so I needed you to fall asleep so that I could go do my thing."
"So you really weren't tired and un-"
"-interested in you?" she interrupts, "Nah, B. Did you notice I couldn't even look at you? I knew if I did I'd get all horny and stuff, so I kept it in check."
"Except when you put your hand on my butt," I remind her.
"Oh! Right. After you put your ass in my face! That was classic, B. I almost started crackin' up."
I get embarrassed.
Was I that obvious?
"Well, you just weren't acting like yourself," I mumble.
"Why? Cus I wasn't all over you like a cheap suit? You told me to quit the harassment, remember?" she grins.
"Never stopped you before," I mumble again.
She laughs, "Face it, B. You love it when I'm on you. You can't get enough of it."
She really is conceited.
But she is really right.
She sees the look on my face and puts her arms around me.
"Aww, baby. I'm teasin'. I'm just sayin' that you know me, is all. So when I act different, you notice. I love that."
I punch her in the arm.
"Oow, B. What was that for?"
"Don't scare me like that again. It freaked me out, you acting all uninterested and stuff."
"Baby, I'm always interested."
She tweaks my nipple.
And laughs.
I swear she does it just to see me get aggro.
"Buffy, you almost ready?" she asks.
"Give me a sec, baby. I'm doing my hair," I tell her.
It's our last night in Vegas, and we're doing the town.
We're going to a strip club!
Well, two, actually.
Olympic Gardens and Little Darlings.
Xander had plopped a newspaper down in front of us advertising the local strip clubs, and guess what?
Our girls, Janine and Julia Ann, are performing right here in town.
Aka: Blondage.
"That's a way wicked name, don't you think, B?" she asked excitedly.
Xander just grinned.
"You think it means two blondes in bondage?" he asked hopefully.
"Nah, Xan. I think it's just a clever name. But who knows, you could be right."
"That'll be a first," I quipped.
Xander pretended to look hurt.
"Yeah, Buffy. Like the other night when he almost experienced the 'Crying Game' first hand," Willow laughed.
Xander got defensive.
"Hey, they looked like real girls. When they asked if I liked trannies, I thought they were talking about the car. I always wanted a Trans Am."
"Uh-huh, Xan. And the giant Adam's apples and size fourteen high heels didn't give it away?" Faith teased.
"Or the five o'clock shadows and deep voices?" added Willow.
"Or the name?" Xander threw back.
"Heeey," I protested, "That's not fair. How'd I get involved?"
"You started it," he smiled.
One of the drag queens name was Buffy. Go figure.
Anyway, we're all very excited to see Blondage.
The plan was to see their show and to visit Guy at Olympic Gardens.
"Cool," said Xander, "He seemed like a nice enough...um...well, guy."
"Maybe he'll give you a lap dance," Willow teased.
"Please. He's not a drag queen...." he paused, "...is he?"
Faith laughed.
"Not as far as I know, Xan. But it's been a while since we've hung out. People change, ya know?"
"Yeah, we know," Willow and I said at the same time.
We both blushed.
"Well, that's just great for you girls," Xander said, looking at Faith and me and Willow and Tara, "But I'm a manly man," he puffed out his chest, "Only women for me."
"And me," I piped up, raising my hand.
Faith grinned and gave me a kiss.
"That's my girl," she said.
We all head out to get something to eat before we catch the girls. We hurry to make the midnight show.
Willow wasn't sure about joining us, but changed her mind as soon as she heard Tara say:
"That sounds like fun, F-Faith. It's like an adventure." Smiling broadly.
"Sure, that's one way of lookin' at it. Maybe you and Red can find yourselves knee deep in some bush," Faith leers.
Willow looks shocked and dismayed at Faith.
Tara just says:
"Maybe." Grinning.
God. Faith is just so bad sometimes...
...and what's up with Tara?
I look over at Willow. She looks back at me and shrugs.
I guess she doesn't know either.
We get to the club and Faith pulls her usual number. Shaking her hair, biting her lip, and looking at the bouncer from underneath her lashes.
He looks bored.
She slaps down some bills and says:
"Yeah well, I guess it can't work all of the time."
We girls laugh and Xander guffaws, slapping Faith on the back.
"Don't sweat it, Faith. He sees hot naked women all night long. He gets paid to look at them all night long. He's jaded." Then he sings wistfully "I wanna be ja-jaded", playing off the Ramones Classic.
"Well, I plan on getting sedated, boy and girls. Who wants drinks?" Faith asks.
I whisper in her ear.
"Not too sedated, baby. I want you up later."
She looks at me and winks.
"Oh, I'll be up, B." And then she pokes her tongue to the inside of her cheek, making it bulge out.
What??
Xander laughs with acknowledgement, "Now there's an oldie but a goodie. The allusive lesbian hard-on."
The lesbian what??
I look at Willow & Tara, who giggle at me and then look away.
Faith wiggles her eyebrows at me, "As long as it's not elusive, right B?"
She's just so bad.
Faith was right. Money does talk.
The manager cleared five seats from the rail, moving the unsuspecting men, and sets "RESERVED" placards in their places. He motions for us to come over, and we all grab our drinks and head in his direction.
"Be good to the girls," he says, "Perverts Row is where they make most of their tips. Make sure you take care of them."
"You got it, man. Thanks a lot," Faith says.
We all take our seats at the rail. Faith stands up and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a wad of cash and starts counting.
"Here, Red, T. Be good to the house dancers. Fives are good, tens are better. And knock yourselves out when the feature's on stage."
She looks at Xander and gives him cash.
"And the same goes for you, my man."
Xander looks surprised.
"Two hundred dollars, Faith? Each?" he looks at us, "Cool," he continues, "Can I get some lap dances, too?"
"As long as you tip nice when you're at the rail."
"You got it, boss," he grins happily as he goes off to find a dance.
She hands me two hundred dollars.
"What? I'm loaded, B. Let's have some fun."
The different house dancers varied in their style. Most did slow, moody moves no matter what the pace of the song was. Some were more energetic, climbing the poles and sliding down.
But all of the girls spent most of their time in front of us.
Us being the big tippers and all.
Faith leans over and kisses me.
"Having fun, baby?" she whispers.
"Oh yeah," I smile.
A waitress comes over and places a drink in front of Faith.
She looks up and raises a brow at her.
"From the lady by the door," the waitress says, gesturing to a cute blonde girl standing by the feature's dressing room.
"Who's that?" Faith asks.
"That's Jayme. She's the feature's roadie."
Faith holds up her drink and smiles at the girl.
"Thanks!" she shouts, over the noise.
She puts her arm around me, letting the girl know she's with someone.
The cute girl smiles and gives a thumbs up.
A few minutes later, the waitress returns and places a drink in front of me.
"From Jayme," she says, "She says she hopes no offense was taken."
I raise my glass, letting her know that none was.
"This is nice, Faith," I say, snuggling up to her.
"It gets better, B." And pulls me close.
Tara and Willow have two house dancers gyrating and spreading themselves in front of them onstage.
They're eating it up.
Not literally.
"W-w-wow," says Tara.
"Ditto," says Wills.
After the girls finish, the music changes and the energy of the room becomes electric.
The music blares the familiar cords of "Get Ready for This" heard at many sporting events, and, according to Xander, a staple of all strip clubs across the nation.
The D.J. begins to read the feature's introduction.
"Ladies and Gentlemen,
The moment you've been waiting for. You've seen them grace the pages of countless men's magazines. You've heard and seen them on shows such as KROQ, The Howard Stern Show, and Mark & Brian. Their television appearances include, but are not limited to, Jerry Springer, Montell Williams, and again, the Howard Stern Show. But these lovely ladies are widely known for their sizzling on-screen performances in hit movies such as Blondage one, two, and three. Where The Boys Aren't six, seven, and thirteen...and of course, my personal favorite, and I'm sure many of yours, Hidden Obsessions, when the world was forever changed by the now infamous Ice Dildo scene."
Loud cheering and clapping interrupt the D.J.'s introduction.
Faith puts her fingers to her lips and whistles.
"It changed my world!" I yell, laughing.
Willow and Tara look surprised, but amused.
The D.J. pauses, then says:
"Hey, unless you've been living under a rock, you know what I'm talking about...AM I RIGHT??" he shouts into the microphone.
"You got that right, brother!" Xander yells to him.
The place gets so loud from cheering, it's exhilarating. It was like a rock concert.
With naked girls.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Little Darlings in Las Vegas, Nevada, proudly presents
JANINE AND JULIA ANN...
...OTHERWISE KNOWN AS B L O N D A G E !!!!!"
Faith and Xander start to scream as the first song starts to play, the entire room joining in with them. White Zombie's More Human Than Human, when suddenly the curtain on the stage gets thrown back and Janine and Julia Ann come strutting out, oozing sex and energy. Both are wearing matching outfits of Black vinyl, consisting of a long duster, a bustier, short-shorts, long black gloves and thigh high boots with four-inch heels. Both girls are wearing a choker around their necks. Janine and Julia Ann split up, each taking the opposite ends of the stage to swagger and strut to the audience members, dipping down to the rail and back up again, teasing the patrons, and then crossing over to do the same on the opposite side of the stage.
The girls danced to four songs.
On the first song, they had stripped down to their boots and g-strings. Truly teasing us as each piece of clothing came off, kissing and touching each other. It was hot.
The second song was Marilyn Manson's version of Sweet Dreams. The girls came out and did a strobe/lotion/candle act.
Very, very hot.
The third song was Closer by Nine Inch Nails.
At one point in the song, where it goes "I wanna fuck you like an animal", Janine had Julia Ann in an upside down scissors position. Julia Ann was on her back by the pole, with one leg wrapped up it and the other one straight up and held out to the side. Janine had lowered herself, straddling Julia Ann's pussy with her own. She grabbed the pole with one hand and then started rubbing her pussy against Julia Ann's, massaging her own breast and throwing her blonde head back with abandon...her face was ecstatic as she moved her hips back and forth, sliding their pussies against each other.
I felt Faith's hand on my thigh and I grabbed it, squeezing.
We were both turned on.
She motioned with her head for me to look over at Willow and Tara, and both of the witches looked like they were under a spell. I already know they're gonna wanna borrow Hidden Obsessions.
But they'll have to get their own copy.
They continue this scissors-type motion, and then Janine reaches behind her to smack Julia Ann's ass, signaling they were done.
Julia Ann flips from on her back to her knees and she grabs her breasts, head low and hair in her face, looking deeply into the audience and making eye contact with all of us in the front row.
Her chest is heaving and her look is wild.
I think my heart stopped for a moment.
She crawls over to where Faith and I are sitting, and she leans over the railing and pushes me back into my chair. She puts her hands on my shoulders and she leans in to kiss me, running her tongue across my lips. Her hand reaches over to grab Faith by her shirt, and she leans back onto the stage, bringing Faith to rest on top of her. She holds Faith's face against her breasts, running her fingers through her hair. She lifts Faith's head up and then gives her a soft kiss and then gently shoves her back up.
Faith rises and grins like an idiot.
The entire room had been cheering when Julia Ann had slid up to me, but now they were cat-calling out encouragements and demanding the same treatment.
Faith laughs and turns around. She faces the room and takes a bow, first in one direction, then the next, and then another. A hand comes out and slaps the back of Faith's head, causing her to stop smiling and scowl.
She turns around to see a smiling Julia Ann retrieving her hand, shaking her head at her. I laugh, and Julia Ann winks at me.
Oh, I like her!
She then moves on next to me to a frozen Willow and Tara.
She sees the fear on their faces and simply leans in to give them each a gentle kiss on the lips. She doesn't push it, and I can see both girls blushing, but smiling with gratitude. She runs her fingers softly under Willow's jaw and then pulls back, moving across the stage to treat the other side to some fun.
Xander leans over and frowns.
"Sometimes I really hate having a dick," he says, disappointed.
We just smile at him and nod in agreement.
Sorry.
The girls retreat behind the stage, and the music changes to what was to be their final song of the show.
Rage Against the Machine's Killing In The Name Of.
Faith gives out a loud whoop and starts bobbing her head up and down, looking like a deranged eighties rocker. Xander joins her.
"It's my song, B! They're gonna dance to my song!" she says excitedly.
"KILLING IN THE NAME OF!" she screams with the rest of the crowd as the song starts its lyrics.
The girls rip the curtain aside and come out forcefully, strutting naked, thigh high boots and chokers their only attire.
The lights strobe and flash, enhancing the long graceful lines of their bodies. They're spectacular.
Some of those that were Forces
are the same that bore Crosses. Huh!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya...
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They're the Chosen Whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
They're the Chosen Whites...
You've justified those that died...
And now you do what they told ya...
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya
Ugh!
Killing in the name of
now you're under control
Now you're under control...
And now you do what they told ya
Come on! Come on!
Fuck you I do what you tell me
Fuck you I do what you tell me...
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME...
MOTHER FUCKER...
" 'UGGH UGGH UGGH'," Faith screams the lyrics with feeling. Faith's song.
It was perfect.
Her feelings of rage against the machine were justified.
The machine being the Watcher's Council.
She had always felt a deep sense of hypocrisy where the Council was concerned.
I can't say she wasn't right.
They had always professed to be the head of the White Hats and had named us their Chosen Two.
But they often treated us with disregard and contempt.
Drugging me on my eighteenth birthday, and sending operatives to capture and destroy Faith.
They said it was for rehabilitation, but we all knew better.
Her anger and then reluctant acceptance of being under the Council's thumb goaded her.
She had been Called to protect and defend the masses from the unspeakable evils that roamed this world.
She was determined to do that, even if it meant being controlled by an uncaring and corrupt regime.
My feelings were similar, but in no way compared to the rage it instilled in Faith.
Watching her face as she chanted the lyrics with the crowd, only reminded me of how far she'd come. She had never put her feelings aside before to help others. It was a positive sign of my influence, and I felt grateful that she had trusted Angel and myself enough let us in, to let us get through to her.
She was a remarkable young woman.
After the show ended to a thunderous standing ovation, we sat back looking at each other. We were charged up and excited and still not quite comprehending what we saw.
It was like the first time I watched Hidden Obsessions, except that the lovely women had been here, in front of us.
I still had trouble wrapping my brain around the concept.
We sit back sharing our favorite moments with each other, when twenty minutes later, Jayme, the roadie for the girls, comes over and says for us to follow her to the long line of customers who are waiting to meet and take pictures with them.
A bouncer had taken over Jayme's duty of Polaroid taker when she came to get us. Flash bulbs go off as we approach, the girls busy posing and visiting with their fans. Both girls had put on g-strings, but were topless. Julia Ann had on a blue sarong that exposed her long legs to her feet, which were encased in clear high heels that showed off her French pedicure toes.
Jayme tells them we're here, and they graciously ask the people in line to wait for a moment. They gesture us to come behind the booth and we all go in, our hearts in our throats.
We must have looked star struck, because suddenly Janine and Julia Ann both look over their shoulders to see what could be causing our expressions. They glance back to see their own reflections gaze back at them from the mirrored wall.
Julia Ann smiles and blushes a little, realizing that it's them that's causing our reaction. Janine just laughs and places a knuckle under Xander's jaw, gently closing his mouth.
"You're gonna make me not want to eat sushi again," she laughs.
Xander grins, thinking that maybe it's good to have a dick after all, but he had misunderstood her meaning.
Xander pretty much looked like a fish out of water, mouth gaping open, with eyes bulging and gasping for air.
Julia Ann starts cracking up and she shoves Janine, who turns around and starts shoving back. A shoving match ensues and we just watch in amazement as the girls push and jab at each other, grabbing a breast or tweaking a nipple, until Janine finally pushes Julia Ann onto a couch in front of the mirrors.
She straddles Julia Ann and starts tickling her. Julia Ann is laughing, trying to shove Janine off of her and trying to stop her fingers from tickling her at the same time.
"What's my name, Julia?" Janine demands, poking at Julia Ann's rib.
"Fruit cake!" gasps Julia Ann, fending off Janine's fingers.
"Wrong answer. What's my name, Julia?" she asks again, tweaking a nipple.
"FUCKING fruit cake!" Julia Ann yells, laughing.
"No, one last time. What's my name, Julia?" Holding both of Julia Ann's wrists above her head.
"Weasel," Julia Ann concedes, shutting her eyes and anticipating Janine's next move.
Janine jumps off of her, smiling, and turns Julia Ann around on the couch, poking two fingers at her ass.
"That's right. And if you mess with the weasel, you're gonna get the horns."
After a nice visit with the girls and many Polaroid's later, we all head off to Olympic Gardens.
When we get there, we split up. Xander goes downstairs looking for girls, and we go upstairs looking for guys.
Well, just the one, really.
Guy.
Wills, Tara, and I find a place to sit while Faith goes looking for Guy. She's on her way to the middle of the room where a crowd of women had clustered around something, or someone, more likely. She's pretty sure that Guy is in the center of it all.
"If I know Guy, he's doin' one of his signature moves. That boy can shake his money maker," she smiles, excited.
"Is that experience talking?" I ask dryly.
"Yeah, I've seen it a few times," Not taking the bait, "And now you will too," And she takes off to find him.
Willow looks at me, reproving.
"Buffy, play nice. She can't help it if her past includes a hunky male stripper. Besides, that was a long time ago. You have nothing to worry about."
"Right. And it's not like Faith gets cranky if sh-sh-she doesn't get penis," says Tara.
"Willow!" I exclaim.
"Sorry, Buffy. Tara was there when Xander brought it up."
"Xander knows, too?"
"Buffy, he was with them the whole time. He heard things."
Of course he did. I bet he saw things, too.
Like Guy making a move on Faith, and Faith's six friction dances.
Was he going to tell me? Or was this some sort of frat-boy type bonding that you kept from the girls?
Well, Kappa Fuck A.U., Xander Harris.
A waitress comes by and we order some drinks. I get Faith a Virgin Bloody Mary.
You know, just a reminder of why she shouldn't get wasted tonight.
A few minutes later, we hear a roar from the direction of the horny women. We look over to see the cluster open up to a near-naked Guy, with a grinning Faith on his shoulders.
He's gripping her thighs around his neck as he bounces his way through the crowd, making Faith laugh and hold on tight to his head. They're coming our way.
"Whooa, there, Bronco Billy. You know better than to try and buck me off," she says laughing.
"Yeah, F. Your legs got some grip. I always remembered feelin' like a tube of toothpaste."
Slayer hearing sucks.
Willow sees the look on my face. She hadn't heard them.
"Buffy, they're just playing."
"I'm sick of their games," I say, as I stand up and brush past them.
Faith slides down Guy's back, her smile is gone.
"I dunno, Faith. You better go after her...again," I hear Willow say.
I slam open the door to the restroom.
It bangs hard against the wall, and the seven girls in line jump. A stall opens up, and the girl next in line looks over at me, eyes big.
"Uh...you can go," she says to me.
I must look pretty scary, because the other six girls all chime in with:
"Yeah", "Sure", and "Absolutely's".
I glower at them as I rush past and lock myself in the stall.
A few seconds later the door slams open again.
The poor girls cry out, startled. I can just picture them coming out of their skins.
"B?" Faith says loudly, "BUFFY??" even louder, then:
"GODDAMMIT, BABY, ANSWER ME!!" she yells.
The girls whimper.
I'm surprised they haven't run out yet. Oh. Faith is probably blocking the door.
"Sweetheart?" she says, softer. Then I hear her whisper to one of the girls, who does not answer back.
"Okay, thanks," I hear Faith tell her.
I look down and I see Faith's boots approach the bathroom stall.
They stop when they reach the door.
"Baby, open up," she says.
"No."
"Baby, I'm not playin' , please open up."
"Go away," I step back and wedge myself into the corner.
I know Faith.
With a loud bang the door comes crashing open, her boot planted firmly in the middle.
I give her a disgruntled look. She shuts the door behind her.
"Where's your boyfriend?" I ask, dead in the face.
"I don't have a boyfriend. Never did."
"Where's your fuckfriend then?"
"I don't have one of those either."
"But ya did, didn't you, Faith? You had a lot of them."
"Yes I did. I have a past, I can't change that."
"Oh yeah? Well, I don't appreciate your little rodeo games from the past being thrown in my face, or my friends, in the present. So why don't you take your stud, and your lasso, and your spurs, and go hog-tie each other up somewhere or whatever else it is that you two do," I spit out the words.
"Baby, the last person to play rodeo with me was you. You branded me with a tattoo and you marked me with your mouth. Remember?" And she starts to unbuckle her belt and pull down her zipper.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask.
"Showing you," she says, pulling her pants to her knees.
My eyes move to her legs.
The marks were plainly visible on the insides of her thighs, and even higher near her pussy. The hickeys and bite marks had faded some, but not much. Her Slayer healing helped, but I had sucked and bitten pretty hard.
A normal person may have considered Urgent Care.
I look back up to her eyes.
"See, baby? I'm O.P.P. and I know it. Why don't you?"
We're still in the bathroom stall. I'm wedged in the corner.
We eyeball each other warily, then she pulls up her pants. She tucks in her shirt and pulls up the zipper.
She's about to buckle her belt when I say:
"Faith."
She stops, and I make a small noise in the back of my throat.
In a heartbeat she moves her hands from her buckle and reaches out for me, pulling me out of the corner and into her arms.
She kisses me and says:
"Baby, you've got to stop. I don't know what else I can do to prove I only want you."
I think about her beautiful speech, and the beautiful ring, and the beautiful way she sounded when I marked the beautiful skin on her body.
And how soft it felt against my mouth.
I realize I'm not unlike how Willow was when she needed constant reassurance that she was still my best friend, and how frustrated it had made me feel.
"Just one more thing," I whisper, as I pull down her zipper.
Ten minutes later we've rejoined our party in the club.
Faith has always been quick to pop, and tonight was no different.
Guy is sitting with Willow, who is sideways across his lap. Tara is seated next to them, and they are all laughing.
Faith and I approach them, but she stops to give me a toe-tingling kiss before proceeding forward.
Guy grins as he watches us near them.
"I see you've picked up a couple of souvenirs from your trip to the bathroom," he says, noting our matching hickeys.
"You seem better, Buffy," teases Willow, playfully.
"Yeah, but I feel waaay better," says Faith, licking my finger that still has her pussy on it.
A shiver goes through me.
I had fucked Faith quickly in the stall, but it wasn't enough.
I wanted more.
After I pulled her zipper open, I had leaned her against the door and slipped a finger inside her. I rubbed her clit as I sucked on her neck, her cologne tasting bitter on my tongue. I sucked hard, making sure the mark was not only visible, but loud as well. I lowered myself back to the toilet seat and straddled it with my thighs, looking at Faith.
She quickly assessed her options and then stepped forward, tugging her pants down around her boots. She spread her legs and straddled my thighs, holding my shoulder to steady herself.
Her legs were trapped, but she had no need for them. All the movement would be coming from my hand.
She leaned forward on me, and it forced her legs open even wider.
I gripped her tightly about the waist, taking the bulk of her weight against my body. My arm muscles stood out from the exertion. I slipped two fingers between us and stuck them up her pussy. She let out a sharp breath and leaned her forehead against mine.
I began to fuck her.
My wrist moving my fingers in and out of her hole, which had been completely spread open from the angle of our position. I put in a third finger. Her lips moved against my forehead, and they felt parched. But soon I felt a flick of her tongue as she licked them.
"Hhhhhh...baby...." Her lips brushed against my hairline.
I pulled out my fingers, and rubbed her slit up and down with my hand. My fingers were slick from her. I moved my hand so it rubbed her clit on the up motion, and slid back into her pussy on the down.
I did this as she began to come.
She dropped her head into my neck, and latched on with her mouth.
Some of my hair was trapped between her lips and my skin, and I could feel a slight tugging sensation as she sucked even harder. She sucked so hard I thought I felt skin break. It reminded me of the time Angel almost drained me after Faith had tried to kill him.
In our Dark Days.
I pushed the unpleasant thoughts from my head, and concentrated on whose mouth was on me currently.
Faith's mouth.
My lover.
She came with a grunt and leaned her full weight against me, pushing us back against the fixtures. I was glad to notice my ass hadn't gotten wet from the bowl.
I kissed her head as she still leaned into me.
"Baby?" I questioned.
"Uh, I think we're stuck," she mumbled into my shoulder.
Guy actually was a pretty nice guy.
I guess he knew Faith well enough to know that if she let someone mark her, then she must be serious about that person.
Of course, he could only see the one on her neck.
If he had seen the ones on her thighs and near her pussy, he probably would have started picking out china patterns for us.
Which reminded me.
I hold my hand out so that the overhead track lighting catches the diamond. It sparkles.
Guy looks at me, amused.
"That's some rock, you got there, 'B'," he says, emphasizing Faith's nickname for me.
"What? This old thing?" I say nonchalantly.
"Yep. That 'old thing'," he affirms.
"It's just a bauble of her appreciation," I say casually.
"Yeah, a nice one and a half carat, VS2-I Tiffany's solitaire, in a platinum setting. That's some bauble."
Whatever that means.
I think it's pretty.
"Oh, you've seen it?"
He laughs, "Kind of hard to miss. Besides, she showed it to me the other night."
He looks at me thoughtfully.
"I gotta admit, Buffy. When I heard you guys hadn't had real sex yet, and she still got you that ring, I was pretty amazed. I'm assuming that's changed now, since she doesn't appear to be quite as cranky anymore." He looks at me questioningly.
"You could say that," I say slyly.
"Well, I expect to hear on the news any day now that the Hope Diamond has gone missing".
I smile at him, "No, I don't need Hope, I've got Faith," I say.
He laughs and puts an arm around me.
"Good answer, B. Good answer."
He looks over to where Faith is standing with Willow and Tara. She's listening intently to what Willow has to say.
"She's a real firecracker, Buffy. Most of the time people get burned if they try to hold on to her too long."
"People change, Guy," I say seriously, looking over at Faith and then back to him.
"I can see that. And I'm glad. She liked to live her life like a Roman candle, and I was always afraid that she'd burn herself up. You must be really special to bring out the 'softer side' of Faith."
Hmmm. I like that.
And at that exact same moment we hear a loud crash as chairs, tables, and glasses go flying into the air.
We look up to see Willow and Tara with their hands over their mouths, as Faith is pummeling a very large man.
A very large man.
She is literally lifting him up and then throwing him across the room, sending more than a few people scurrying for cover. More tables and chairs crash and then splinter as the force of the onslaught continued.
Faith is pissed and is letting the guy know it.
Guy jumps up and says, "But it's good to see she hasn't lost her edge," And he takes off to help his old friend.
I run over to Willow and Tara to see what's wrong.
"He deserves it, Buffy," Willow says, "But I had no idea she'd go after the guy like that."
"What happened, Will?" I ask, looking over as Faith lifts the guy up and heaves him onto the stage.
"He kept harassing Tara. She said she didn't want a dance, but he started to give her one anyway. Then he started grinding his...meat...in her face. It was disgusting, Buffy."
Tara looks upset.
"I-I-I'm sorry, Buffy," she says, embarrassed.
I get pissed.
"It's not your fault, Tara. If you had told me, I would be kicking his ass right now. In fact, I think I will."
And I run over to assist my girlfriend.
"You fucking scum-bag. I'm gonna rip your dick off, and stick it in YOUR face!" I hear Faith shout at the bloodied stripper.
Guy had tried to restrain Faith, but she easily tossed him aside. He motioned to the bouncers to back off as they tried to encircle her. They paused and then retreated, but ready to jump in if things got any worse.
"Baby," I say, stopping her arm in mid-swing.
She looks at me. Eyes and hair wild.
"What, B? This cocksucker tired to stick his dick in T's mouth!"
"I know," I say, "Save some for me."
And I grab the jerk by his package and squeeze.
His eyes bulge out, and a loud groan escapes from his mouth.
" 'No means no', you get that? Or maybe you're deaf. If that's the case, let me help you with a little sign language."
I flip him off with my middle finger, and then twist hard with my other hand.
He groans one last time as his eyes go glassy and he passes out.
"Damn, B. You sure get right to the point," Faith says admiringly.
"Yeah baby. You take too long. I like to go straight for the heart. Or in this case, the groin."
Guy signals the bouncers to move in and remove the unconscious offender.
We look around at the damage.
"Don't worry, B, I'll take care of it," she says, and then leaves to look for the manager.
Guy walks up to me concerned.
"She split? Okay, I'll try to cover for her," And he takes in the destruction around us.
"She's looking for the manager. She's taking care of it."
He looks surprised.
"What? Faith never takes responsibility for her shit. Are you sure?" he asks skeptically.
"I'm sure. I told you, she's changed."
"Baby," he says, shaking his head, "Now I've seen everything. I need to get me one of you."
I smile, "Sorry, Guy. There's only one of me, and I'm already taken."
"Lucky bitch," he grins, and pulls me over towards Willow and Tara.
Faith had settled up with the management.
She also approached the customers that got caught in the line of fire, and paid for their drinks. She apologized for losing her head.
"Don't apologize, dude," A southern Californian surfer type said to her, "That jerk-off deserved it. We'd been watching him rub his dick in a lot of girl's faces tonight. I guess he finally picked the wrong one," He looks over at Tara who had recovered, somewhat.
"You got that right. Nobody messes with my girls," Faith says protectively.
He flips his long blonde hair and says:
"Girls, huh? If you can overlook one small thing, I'd like to be your bitch."
Faith grins, "I don't care how small it is, sweetheart. I don't do outties anymore, just innies."
"I wasn't implying that it was small," he says quickly.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sure you're packin'. But unless it's silicone, I'm not interested."
He smiles wistfully.
"Didn't think so. Anyway, thanks for bein' so understanding," And she leaves, smiling.
She takes my hand and says:
"Ready to motor, B? I'm just about done with this place."
"Not taking your bitch with you?" I ask, letting her know I overheard.
"No, baby. There's only one bitch here, and she'd like to go home with you. I'm pretty worked up. You ready for me?"
"All the time," I say, feeling her ass, "Let's motor."
And I grab my bitch's hand and head out the door.
"...Uh...Faith, lower...I can't reach you..."
She's straddling me in a sixty-nine position.
Her knees are on both sides of my face, but her pussy is just out of reach. I try to get her closer by pulling her ass down to me. She keeps straining against my hands as I pull harder. She continues licking my clit, ignoring me.
"Uh...baby...come on...hhhhngg...don't be such a tease."
She dips her pussy against my lips and lets me lick it, and then she's gone again. I groan, frustrated.
I momentarily lose concentration as I feel her tongue slide hotly into my hole. She fucks me with it, stopping to suck my clit every so often. It's insane the way she can make me feel.
She had pulled my tampon out by the string earlier, and had flung it away with her teeth.
"I got the mouse by the tail, baby. I'm not flying a kite anymore." Mixing her metaphors.
She never got to drink that Bloody Mary. She's making up for it.
"Doesn't that gross you out, baby?" I asked.
"Fuck no, B. It turns me on." And I make a mental note to try the same with her. I want my Redwings too.
"Baby...sit on my face...I can't take it," And I pull with all my strength to bring her pussy to my lips.
Her knees slide to the side and her pussy lands on my face. I grip her ass with my hands to keep it there.
"Uhhhh," she moans into me. I run my tongue up her slit and nibble on her clit. It's hard and swollen. I suck on it, making her legs tremble against my cheeks. I spread her ass with my fingers and slip the tip of my index finger inside, rubbing the rim.
"Uhhh....fuck...Buffy..." she says.
Faith likes anal penetration. I learned that from our phone sex conversations. I found that I liked it too.
A lot.
I feel her put a finger in my ass, and it slides all the way in. Her long finger making it seem like it's an eight-inch cock.
It's such a nice finger.
A lesbian's dream.
She starts to pump me with it, in and out, slick with her saliva and my own wetness. She licks hard on my clit.
"Oh god, Faith...." She does this for a while, then breaks her hold on me and flips herself around. She looks in my eyes and then spreads my legs open. She straddles my right thigh and grabs my left ankle, lifting it into the air away from her body. She moves so that her pussy is on top of mine, and then places my ankle on her shoulder, holding my shin.
She grinds.
Scissors.
A move we saw tonight watching Blondage.
A very nice move.
She leans down to kiss me, and then whispers in my ear.
" 'I wanna fuck you like an animal'."
She reaches down between us, and spreads both of our pussy lips so that our clits make contact.
She moves.
She grinds herself into me, kissing and licking my lips...kissing and licking my leg that's resting upon her shoulder. She rubs my breasts, pulling at my nipples.
"Uhhh, that feels good, Faith...oh god, baby, that feels so good," I groan. I look up at her, her eyes are half closed and her lips are parted. Her face is overcome with pleasure.
She looks so fucking sexy.
I reach up and play with her breasts, leaning up to catch a nipple in my mouth. I suck and bite on it.
"Suck it, baby...yeah, fuck, suck on it," She grinds harder, and then moves her pussy to slide up and down against mine.
She picks up the pace, and I can hear our pussies making love.
Does that sound gross?
I don't think so, I think it sounds hot, but her nasty mouth makes me feel even hotter.
I encourage her.
"Baby, you hear our pussies?" I whisper, "They're talking, baby...they're talking to each other. They're telling each other how good we make them feel, how good they make us feel. They're making love, Faith."
She grunts.
"They're fucking, Buffy. They're fucking the come out of each other. I can feel how sticky your cunt is," She grunts again.
"They're making love," I goad her.
"They're fucking."
"Making love," I say again.
"They're fucking. Just like I'm fucking you. I'm fucking you, and you love it. You love the way I rub my pussy on your clit... you love the way I'm gonna make you come..."
She lowers her mouth to mine and starts sucking on my tongue, her hand reaches down behind her and she sticks a finger up my ass. I jerk in surprise. She sucks hard on my tongue, and then whispers hoarsely in my ear.
"...like right now."
And I do...my hips rise up against her, lifting her off of the bed. She holds on tight, coming with me, her finger still tight in my ass.
"That's right, baby. Ride my finger, suck on it with your tight hole," she gasps, her body jerking.
I feel myself clench and then spasm around her finger.
She keeps talking.
"You're so wet, baby. Does your pussy know what your asshole is doing? Is it jealous? Isn't my clit good enough for it?" she says, rubbing herself hard against it.
"Oh, fuck me, Faith," I groan.
"No, baby...I'm making love." And she pulls her finger out and grabs my head, kissing me passionately.
I'm packed and ready to go.
Faith is looking in her suitcase at something she had just put inside it.
"You're a pretty nasty little girl, you know that, baby?" she says grinning.
I blush.
"You're not exactly Pollyanna, yourself," I return.
"I know, but you'd expect that from me. You, on the other hand..." she trails off.
"Yes, I recall I was on the other hand. Both, in fact."
She laughs, "My point exactly, B."
"It's a throw back from our phone sex days," I explain, "When everything was done orally, in the strictest sense of the word."
"This is much better, don't you think, baby?" she asks, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, baby. But I still like it when you talk trash to me."
"I know. I can tell, baby," She looks back in the suitcase.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Faith?" I ask, curious.
"Oh, nuthin'. Just something I'm gonna hang off my balcony railing. You know, for tradition."
I peer into her suitcase and make a face.
"Oh, I think not," I say, grabbing the blood stained robe from the case.
"Come on, B. You shouldn't mess with tradition."
"In case you haven't noticed, Faith, we are not living in some old world country. And it's not proof that I lost my virginity, because that was lost a few years ago."
"No, B. It's proof that I lost my virginity. I earned my Redwings, remember? I'm not a virgin anymore."
She smiles at me, "But seriously, B. It's also a memento of the first day we had sex together. I want it."
She looks so sweetly at me that I relent.
"Okay, baby," I say, handing it back to her, "But no hanging it off of the railing, okay?"
She pretends to look disappointed, and then smiles.
"Okay. I'll just model it for the gang."
And she ducks as I take a swipe at her head.
"You sure you don't wanna drive? We can split it up between the two of us," Xander says, looking at Faith.
"No, my man. She's all yours," she replies, slamming the trunk of the car.
We had decided to drive home with Willow and Xander. We had missed out on the first half of the road trip, but were now looking forward to the long drive home. Willow was quiet in the front seat, wearing oversized dark sunglasses, looking a lot like Jackie O.
"Are you okay, Willow?" Xander asks his oldest and dearest friend.
She sniffles and shakes her head.
The three of us look at each other.
Willow has a lot of thinking to do on the drive home.
She had found herself feeling a powerful attraction to her fellow Wiccan, but had the resolve to resist the urge to act upon it.
It was tough.
After having said her good-byes to Tara early this morning, we haven't heard another word come out of her.
She was leaving someone who she knew she could love, and going home to someone she knew that she loved.
It was heartbreaking.
I reach over the front seat and hug her around the neck. She pats my arms and doesn't say a word.
Faith gets in the back seat with me, and puts her arm around my shoulders. I snuggle in.
Xander shuts his door and starts the engine. We drive in silence.
As we pass the Nevada state line, Xander looks in the rear view mirror and says:
"Well, Faith. Any famous last words you'd like to say as we leave the city of sin?"
She thinks for a moment and then grins, pulling me closer.
"Vidi Vici Veni" she says.
Suddenly a giggle is heard from the front passenger seat.
Willow?
Xander turns to her and says:
"Help me out here, Willow. My Latin is a little rusty. Doesn't she mean Veni Vidi Vici?"
"No, I think she's got it right," And she starts giggling louder.
"No, I think you're wrong on this one. I'm pretty sure it's Veni Vidi Vici", he says confidently.
Faith speaks up to explain, the laughter barely contained in her voice.
"No, Xan. That was Caesar. Vidi Vici Veni is my version," she grins.
"I saw. I conquered. I came."
And we all start laughing. Willow, the loudest.
