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Index
Chapter 1: Paying for Love
Chapter 2: Paying for Love
Chapter 3: Paying for Love
Buffy was working overtime again, she looked up at the clock
and sighed heavily 9.43 no wonder she was so tired. She began gathering her
paperwork and putting it in her briefcase, she picked up the Chinese take away
containers and put them in her bin, she had ordered dinner around 7.00 and had
it delivered straight to her office.
She walked into the lobby and was greeted by a dark and empty space; once again
she was the last to leave. The elevator dinged and she stepped in, the doors
closed and she saw herself reflected on the door. The neatly pressed suit she
had been wearing was wrinkled and messy, a large stain was on her white top
from the Chinese and her hair had long fallen from the elegant French roll she
had styled it in.
She left the building, said goodbye to the doorman and haled herself a cab. She
gave him her address and settled back for the ride, the driver pulled up and
she payed him including a generous tip. She walked up to her dark apartment and
dropped her briefcase on the couch.
Her apartment looked unlived in, it was personal to her yes but she was never
in it enough to give it that lived in look. It was like she had just bought it,
decorated it but not yet moved in. She kicked her shoes off and walked to the
bedroom, stripping off her clothes as she went, without even bothering with
pyjamas she fell onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow and sighed
heavily.
Buffy had become a workaholic without even meaning to.
All through high school she had been extremely dedicated, all of her
assignments were on time and nothing below an A-, she graduated Valedictorian
and was accepted to Yale. She had graduated there top of her class and been
offered a job at one of the most prestigious law firms in New York City.
The funny thing was, she had never wanted to be a lawyer. All through high
school her dedication and drive had been leading her to one thing, she wanted
to study art history and run a gallery like her mother had but she got into Yale
and something changed and now she was a lawyer.
The closest she came to a social life was the monthly dinner she shared with 4
other women who had graduated Yale with her, they had all gone to different
professions and hardly ever spoke except for their dinners on the 10th of every
month.
The last thought on Buffy’s brain as she drifted to sleep was how complicated
it had all became.
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Buffy arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes late for her monthly dinner with the
girls, she spotted their table immediately and walked over “Good Evening
ladies, so sorry I’m late but it was hell getting a cab”
Willow handed her the glass of wine she had ordered her “Why don’t you buy a
car? It’s not like you can’t afford it”
Buffy shook her head as she took a sip “Buffy and cars are unmixy things plus
finding parking in this city is absolute hell”
She looked around at the table, Willow the bubbly red head had been Buffy’s
room mate all through college, she had graduated 3rd in their class and was now
working as a publisher. Faith the brash brunette had been Buffy ‘wild’ friend
and was now working as a PR and finally Anya the tactless blonde who was
working as a financial aid.
These women were Buffy’s oldest friends and probably what kept her from going
crazy.
Faith placed her empty glass on the table “Ladies I have found the perfect
orgasm!” Buffy and Willow groaned while Anya’s eyebrows shot up in interest,
Faith smiled “I have found the man of my dreams and he comes with the most
perfect co-“
Buffy held up a hand “Please don’t see that word, I haven’t had any in so long
that the word gets me excited”
Willow choked back a laugh and slapped her hand over her mouth and Anya’s eyes
widened “How long has it been?”
Buffy shook her head “I’m embarrassed to say” she fiddled with her napkin and
looked up at Anya’s sympathetic face, if anyone was to understand it was Anya,
the girl was a sex addict.
Faith looked at her “B this is why I’m telling you this, I have found the
solution”
“If you suggest we share this perfect man I’m leaving”
Faith shook her head “Why would I share him when you can get your own just like
him?” she reached into her purse and pulled out a card
Buffy took it and her eyes widened “You’re seeing a male hooker?”
Faith nodded “And he is delicious, his name is Robyn and he is big and black
and beautiful”
“You’re actually paying for sex?” she asked in an incredulous tone as she
handed the card back
Anya held up a hand “Hey don’t knock it till you’ve tried it”
Willow shook her head “I can’t believe my two beautiful successful friends are
paying for sex from sleazy man whores”
“They aren’t man whores! Robin is a gentleman!”
“And Xander is adorable”
Buffy shrugged “I dunno Wills, it actually seems like a pretty good deal” she
turned to Faith “Is it really expensive?”
Faith shrugged “Depends what you want and how often you want it, normally sets
me back $500 a week”
Buffy nodded; with their success $500 a week was nothing. Anya reached into her
purse and grabbed out 3 cards “Xander gave me these, there his friend’s
business cards, he gave them to me in case I ever wanted something different”
she handed them to Buffy “But I’m happy with Xander”
Buffy shuffled through them there was Spike, Rylie and Andrew. She looked at
Faith “Have you tried any of these guys?”
Faith shook her head “No I’m happy with Robin”
Anya leant over and pointed to one of them “I hear he is great”
The other three began discussing a new topic but Buffy continued to stare at
the small card in her hand, which simply said ‘Spike’ as if it held the answer
to an unknown question.
Buffy sat in her office and for once her mind wasn’t on the
mountains of paperwork or her newest client, instead it was on the tiny slip of
card she held in her hand. She had kept it in her wallet for the last week,
reminding her of what she could have if she just rang the number.
She stared down it at it for the millionth time, the words hadn’t changed, the
number hadn’t changed but it still had her captivated.
In a moment of bravery she grabbed her mobile and dialled the number, she held
it to her ear and after the first ring she panicked and hung up. She put her
phone down and tossed the card in the trash, what was she thinking? She was a
smart, successful lawyer and she was ringing a male prostitute.
She was pulled out of her pity party by her mobile ringing “Buffy speaking”
“Hello Buffy you just rang my number” said a smooth British accent
Buffy froze, her heart pounding in her chest “Ah, I’m sorry that was a wrong
number”
The man she could only assume to be Spike chuckled “Heard that before pet, many
times” he paused “This is obviously the first time you have done this so I’ll
offer you a deal”
She frowned “A deal?” she forgot she had claimed it was the wrong number
“We meet for lunch, you decide if I’m what you want and we can take it from
there”
“And if you’re not what I want?”
He chuckled again “Then I can give you the number for someone more your style”
She thought this over “I can walk out any time I want if I’m uncomfortable?”
“We can pretend it never happened”
She allowed herself a small smile “I have my lunch break in an hour, meet me at
the café on the corner of west and third”
“I’ll see you then Buffy”
She shivered when he said her name and put her phone down. Was she really doing
this? Meeting with a man that if all went well she would pay him to have sex
with her. She frowned for a moment, the logical part of her brain stepping in
and offering all these warnings, she shook them away. It was only lunch, if she
got a bad vibe or didn’t feel comfortable she would walk out and write the
whole thing off as temporary insanity.
She looked down at the paperwork on her desk, her mind wasn’t really on it
today. She decided to pass it up for today and she would make up for it
tomorrow, she looked at her watch, less then hour to go. She grabbed her
handbag and walked out her office and to the ladies room.
She stood in front of the mirror; she had always thought she was pretty.
Nothing spectacular but pretty. She reached up and pulled the clip from her
hair releasing her best asset. She had always been proud of her hair, she
forked out $200 every 6 weeks to keep the cut and colour fresh.
She reached up and fluffed it out with her fingers so that it feel in soft
waves around her shoulders, she then reached into her bag and pulled out her
make up bag, she applied a second coat of mascara to lengthen her lashes and a
fresh layer of lip gloss. She stepped back and appraised her outfit, she had
had a business meeting this morning so she had worn one of her nicer work
outfits. Something she was now thankful for. She looked professional yet sexy
in a black pencil skirt with a small slit up on side and a white fitted blouse
that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage, her black heels were very high and
made her legs appear longer then they really were.
She looked at her watch again, still a half hour to go. She decided to leave
anyway and take a long lunch, it was probably better if she was there first
otherwise she was put in the awkward situation to try and guess who Spike was.
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20 minutes later she sat in the small café at a private table out back, she had
ordered herself a glass of white wine and sipped it slowly. She was being
incredibly vain and had positioned herself in a way that she knew looked
attractive, she lazily bought the glass to her lips and savoured the sweet
taste.
Spike stood at the door of the café and surveyed the scene, he was looking for
a woman sitting by herself, he was assuming she would be mid 30’s, shy, very
unsure of herself and maybe only mildly attractive.
He so nobody that fit this description, he leant against the wall and looked
around the room. His eyes fell on a young woman sitting in the back, she made
an exquisite picture in her simple yet sexy outfit, her long slim legs were
stretched out in front of her, one crossed over the other. Her golden blonde
hair tumbled down her back in soft curls, he watched as she reached for a glass
of wine and bought to her lips, her glossy red lips wrapped around the rim of
the glass in the most sensual manner as she slowly took a sip.
She put the glass down and looked around, her eyes fell on him and they stared
at one another, him in blatant admiration and her in a curiosity.
Buffy held the gaze of the man at the door, with out breaking it she reached
into her handbag and pulled out the business card she had fished out of the
trash, she held it up so he could see and raised her eyebrows in question, the
guys eyes widened slightly as he made his way over.
He sat down across from her “So you must be Buffy” he looked her up and down
“Can’t say I expected this” her cheeks flushed a soft pink and he realised two
of his earlier assumptions was true, she was shy and unsure of herself.
She smiled “I’m not really sure what to do in this situation”
He smirked at her nervousness “How about we order some lunch and you can ask me
some questions about what I do”
She nodded and he signalled the waiter over, they placed their orders and 15
minutes later Spike was enjoying a bowl of pasta while Buffy ate a Caesar
salad. They started with some small talk before Buffy decided to get right into
it “So how does it work?”
He swallowed what he was eating before starting “Well I work alone, I don’t go
through a business or anything. Women ring me and I see when I’m free and then
I book them in”
She nodded “So you make all your own appointments” he nodded as she continued
“Do you have any booking rules?”
“Not so much rules but normally if you want a booking for a certain day you
will have ring 3 days in advance, don’t expect to ring up on a Saturday and
have an appointment for that night”
“How much do you charge?”
He smirked “Depends what you want” she blushed and he chuckled “What I mean is
if you just want a few hours that’s $200 but if you want me to stay the night
that’s $500 and just a side note, I get checked regularly and I’m clean if
bareback is your style” he blushed and looked down and chuckled “Just letting
you know, as long as your on the pill a condom is not needed”
Buffy looked up, desperate to get the conversation back to the previous topic
“You’re price is a lot cheaper then I expected” and it was, she had been
expecting about $800 for a full night
Spike shrugged “Different guys work in different ways, I have enough clients to
not have to charge each one a small fortune, I make enough money to have the
lifestyle I want”
Buffy looked at him, he was not her type but she couldn’t deny he was
completely gorgeous. His hair was bleached blonde and slicked back with gel and
his eyes were an intense blue. His face was flawless and his body was encased
in all black.
After looking at his outfit of black jeans, black shirt and a black leather
duster she decided to ask the question that had been on her mind “Do you, um,
have a certain style”
He smirked as she blushed again “I give whatever you want love”
She nodded and indicated to his outfit “Just the leather and black, thought
maybe you would rock up with whips and chains”
He leant forward “Is that what you want love?” Her cheeks went from pink to red
as she shook her head “What do you want?”
She looked down at her salad and stabbed a crouton, she shrugged “I dunno…
normal I guess”
He sat back “Does this mean you’re going to ask for an appointment?”
She looked up “When is your next free one?”
He looked at her innocent face “I don’t normally do this but I am free tonight,
I had a last minute cancellation and I was gunna take the night off but you
look like you will back out if it doesn’t happen soon”
She bit her lip, he was right “If you don’t mind not having your night off”
He smirked “I don’t think I’ll suffer that much, do you want me to come to your
house or get a hotel room”
She thought about this “I pay for the hotel?” he nodded “We’ll do that, which
hotel?”
“The Plaza, I’ll book the room under ‘Kingston’ be there at 7.30” he stood up
and reached for her hand, he bought it up to his lips and left a slow, soft
kiss on it “See you there goldilocks”
Buffy stood outside room 242 her heart beating like crazy
and her brain telling her to run away. Before she could do what her brain so
desperately screamed she reached up and knocked on the door. She smiled
hesitantly at Spike when he opened it up.
He smiled at her, he could sense how nervous she was, and he also knew she had
been standing in front of the door for the last 15 minutes before she finally
knocked. He grabbed her hand a pulled her inside, she looked breath taking in a
white cotton spaghetti strap dress that clung to her curves before flaring out into
a soft skirt around her knees.
She looked up at him, he looked completely at ease in just his jeans and shirt,
his shoes and socks lay discarded by the door and she slowly slipped her flip
flops off before placing them by the door. He watched her carefully and she
turned to him “How do we go about this” she asked awkwardly
He stood up and walked towards her slowly “Depends, how do you want it?”
She bit her lip and he found himself unable to look away, she smiled nervously
“Can you just do something and I’ll tell you if I like it”
When he finally reached her he laced his fingers through her hair before
lowering his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, he caressed her lips softly with
his, his tongue running over her lips begging entry. She moaned into his mouth
as their tongues tangled together in a slow and sensual kiss. He pulled back
and she panted softly, her eyes still closed “That was good”
He kissed her again and slowly manoeuvred her to the bed; he lowered her onto
the mattress gently with his body covering hers like a blanket. Their hands
roamed as their tongues danced. Buffy ran her hands under his shirt and pulled
it off breaking the kiss for a moment; she let the shirt slide carelessly to
the floor.
Spike moved so she was able to sit up, he reached behind her and slowly lowered
the zip of her dress, he lay her back down and with his help she was able to
shimmy out of it. He looked down at her, clad in nothing but a pair of cotton
panties, surprisingly he found these sexier then the lace ones his other
clients wore.
He pushed her back down and started placing kisses on her neck; he travelled
down to her chest leaving open mouthed kisses on his way. Finally he reached
her nipples and Buffy shivered in anticipation. Finally he wrapped his lips around
one of her nipples sucking it gently; she moaned and laced her fingers through
his hair loosening all the gel.
He began to flick it with his tongue as he bought his hand up to play with her
other nipple. Buffy moaned at the sensation as he twirled his tongue around one
and pinched lightly at the other. He soon made his way down kissing her
stomach, nipping playfully at her sides.
He moved slowly down her stomach until he was kissing along the waistband of
her underwear, she gave him a tug and he looked up, uncertainty was evident in
her features. He traced his fingers over her cotton covered mound “Don’t want
me to have a taste?”
She bit her lip he felt his cock twitch at her innocence; she shook her head
softly “Maybe next time?”
He smirked and moved up her body, there was going to be a next time, he was
sure of it. He looked down at her “Do you want me inside you?”
Her eyes widened and she let out a breathy moan as she nodded, it had been so
long since she had had sex and she didn’t think she had ever had good sex. She
reached down and slowly started to undo his belt, she fumbled with the buttons
for a moment before pushing his jeans off his hips. His erection fell from its
confinements and slapped down on her bare stomach, her eyes widened as she gazed
at it.
Spike felt a surge of pride as she stared at him, he sat up slightly and began
slowly removing her panties, he tossed them on the floor carelessly before
moving back up her body and sliding inside her with one thrust.
She screamed in pleasure, her body welcoming him in. Spike let out a strangled
cry, he hadn’t expected her to be so tight, she wasn’t a virgin but she was
bloody well close to one. They began moving in unison, Buffy raising her hips
to meet each one of his thrusts, she screwed her eyes shut, she wasn’t going to
last, it had been so long since she had felt a man inside her.
Spike felt her walls tighten around him and saw the ecstasy come across her
face as she came, he wasn’t used to a woman reaching orgasm so quickly and
could normally hold off for awhile but seeing the pleasure on her face and
feeling the way she clung to him as she rode out her orgasm had Spike spilling
himself inside her
He rolled off her, taking her with him so she lay cradled on his chest. They
were both breathing deeply and their bodies were glowing with a light sheen of
sweat, Buffy pulled back and Spike saw her flushed face and full pink lips, he
felt himself harden again and quickly rolled her over devouring her lips.
She giggled as his lips travelled down her neck “You don’t waste any time”
He smirked “Not my fault you’re so bloody adorable”
She bit her lip “I don’t recover as quick as you do” she blushed slightly “It’s
been awhile since I’ve done that and everything’s a bit sore” she didn’t add
that it was because of the huge size of his penis, the few times she had had
sex were with men with tiny penis’s
“We’ll get you used to it again” he looked at the clock “Do you want me to stay
the night or pay me now?”
She frowned, she had forgotten the situation, they were so comfortable together
it was hard to believe she was paying for it “Um, I paid for the room so we may
as well use it” she lowered her eyes “I’d like for you to hold me tonight if
that’s ok”
He smiled “It’s perfect” he chose not to add the fact that she was paying so
therefore he was entitled to do whatever she wanted, he didn’t think she would
appreciate that.
Buffy felt her eyelids getting heavy, it wasn’t even that late but she was
suddenly exhausted. She felt so peaceful and satisfied; she curled up in
Spike’s arms and closed her eyes.
Spike waited for her breathing to grow deep before he soon followed her into
slumber, he awoke the next morning completely rested in an empty bed. He felt
the cold bed next to him and sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. He saw a piece of
paper on the pillow.
‘Thank you for last night, the room is booked out for the entire day so stay
and order room service. The money is on the table. Thursday night 8.30, same
room, same reservation name. Call me if there is a problem’
He reached for the envelope and opened it up 10 crisp hundred dollar bills fell
into his hand. She had paid him $500 more then she should have and he had a
feeling she knew that.