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by Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
at October 17th, 2005 (07:47 pm)

Bloody waste is what it is, my Dru going out like that. Humans are idiots alone, but what they can do when they all get together is stunningly stupid. Needless to say, the morning after, the entire town of Sanochi was in flames and a lone, brassed off vampire strolled from the chaos clutching a bottle of cheap liqour bettween two of his slightly scorched digits. It was a fitting tribute. She would have loved the flames, and the screaming. An they thought we caused trouble before, the ruddy fools. 'spose they'd know better next time.

Days I thought about her there was really only one sensible thing to do, get out and get laid. A town like good ol Sunny D was a vampire's playground, all the helpless people walking around like a bloody buffet, demon bars that were always good for a fight or a not so friendly game of poker...and of course, the magic box. Two of my very favorite things under one roof, girls, and booze. In unhealthy amounts. I contributed quite a bit of money down there. Not that I couldn't get a shag for free any time I wanted, I could walk down to the nearest bar and pick up a drunk chippie of any species and have seven different ways with her. But there's something to be said for a bird with skills. Some of the most talented women in the whole of the world did what they do best in that building. And I'm more than happy to do my part keep them in business.

I pass the bronze on my way, nearly bowled over by a couple chronies on the way, but I'm in a good mood, so they move on with all thier limbs attatched. One thing's for sure, I don't much feature joining up with any of those. Demons liked gangs, they liked to be in large numbers, something like a pack. Well call me not your average demon, but I'd done that, and didn't care for it at all. A pack's gotta have a leader, and I don't like bein' led.

I get down to the filter and toss my cigarette away, doin a quick count of my cash (well not my cash, some poor sap's) before rapping on the door with my knuckles. The hired help lets me in and recognizes me right off the bat, well of course she does, this is the place where everybody knows your name. Always thought it would be a bit cozier to have one of the girls show ya in, but I suppose that leaves a lady less time for 'business.' I don't look like the type to be carryin a wad of cash in his back pocket, leather jacket and tight wifebeater (great name for a shirt) an even tighter jeans. I'd painted my nails black an it was chipping, the black eyeliner round the rims of my eyes slightly smudged. She knew better though...

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Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 02:33 am (UTC)

There are a few men in the recieving room, scattered around the brocade loveseats and the giant tasseled cushions while the other girls chat them up, but no one's talking to me. I'm sitting off to the side, by the window, which is covered with black lace, so I can't really see anything outside, but I pretend.

Buffy isn't around. Maybe she has the night off. Typical of her, she says she wants to watch over me, then takes off. Not that I care. I can do this on my own. I've been trained and all and I've been around this for years.

I brush back my hair, long and loose and curling slightly at the edges, away from my face and scan the room. A lot of the girls are half-naked, in lacy lingerie that barely covers anything. Some are in robes. I've chosen a long, white silk slip that falls to the floor. It has a low neck with lace around the edges, and two high slits in the front so my legs show when I walk. It's all very innocent. Soon I'll be able to wear black lace like the other girls, but I think this gives me an edge that they don't have anymore. The air of freshness.

I'm about to yawn, there's nobody here for me, but then someone walks in. I take one look and it's him. I've heard of him. Not human, a vampire, strikingly beautiful, amazing in bed. All the girls talk.

And I want him. For tonight. He's mine. One of the older girls glances back at me as I rise and nod very slightly at her. Looking disappointed, she backs off. I'm new. I get my choice.

I approach him, hands clasped in front of me, and look up at him through dark lashes. He's every bit as gorgeous as they say. I wonder if everything else measures up. "Can I offer you a seat, sir?"

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 03:54 am (UTC)
pleasure

I take a glance around the room to see who's in, who's on the job, and who's free. I expect there'll be room for me either way. A bloke's never seen a collection of lovlier ladies all in one place. That seems to be the difference bettween a street corner and a whore house, though when you've really got an itch to scratch, it doesn't matter. But it sure is nice to see a couple beautiful faces when you're paying top dollar for it.

I'm standing there just a moment when a sweet looking bird saunters up to me. Besides the fact that she was gorgeous, she was, there was something about her...something...almost virginal. Damn did that get it done for me. That sweet little voice and those big blue eyes. Had we met out on the streets, had I been on the hunt, she would have seen a whole other me.

But here, I behave myself. I smirk.

"well, if you don't, I'm bound to ask for one."

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 04:08 am (UTC)

"Of course." I allow myself a small smile and raise my chin a bit, looking at his face. His eyes are blue, like mine, and he has the most amazing cheekbones. I wonder what they'd feel like under my fingers. I guess I'll find out. That realization sends a chill through me.

"Right this way." I smile and turn around, lead him to the darkened corner where I was previously sitting, putting just a little bit of a sway into my step to make sure he's watching. It's easiest to lose a client in the first several minutes, and this is one I don't want to lose.

I lower myself onto a love seat and stretch out my arm along the back, crossing my legs so that my skirt slips down, showing skin through the slits, edged with pale lace. I wait for him to sit down before opening my mouth again. I know what I'm supposed to talk about. What he's looking for, the prices, all of that has to be arranged beforehand. But I don't want to talk about that.

I don't want to talk at all.

But I have to, so I smile, and offer, "I'm Dawn."

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 04:26 am (UTC)
omg sexy

I watch her walk off in that way they have, delicious little ass swaying in that slinky little slip. Yeah, she was young, but she knew what she was doing. I give her a little room, don't know why, these girls don't mind when you're all hands, but there's something about her way that makes me keep a little distance, hold out till the right moment. Bloody hell, I hope the right moment comes soon...

"It's Spike, but maybe you knew that already." chances are she did.

I smile, giving her a good look over. She's a bit on the skinny side, but usually that means no curves, defenitley not true of this one. If she was as good as she looked, we'd be getting to know eachother real well.

"...haven't seen you around here before." I know she's new, I just want to know how new, not that it matters, but it's worth knowing. Can't have her stumbling through things and not know why...

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 04:38 am (UTC)

"Word gets around," I say, tilt my head to the side a little and bite down lightly on my bottom lip, a habit. Mmm. Spike. What a name. I resist a giggle, don't want to seem like a foolish little girl.

"My sister works here," I say, not really trying to avoid the question but doing so anyway. "Maybe you've seen her around. I guess I've decided to join her." I lift up my chin, shaking some of my hair back, out of my face, and push back a few strands.

Spike gives me a once-over. He seems to like what he sees, because I haven't lost him yet. And I don't plan to. I may be new, but I know what I'm doing. I pretty much grew up around these girls and their talk, after mom...

I smile and lick my lips slowly, my eyes roaming over his face, down his chest, admiring the line of his leg. Definitely attractive. "First night, girl gets her pick," I admit.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 05:14 am (UTC)
dirty Dawn

"Maybe you've seen her around. I guess I've decided to join her."

"Defenitley haven't seen her if she looks anything like you...I'd remember that." The word twins pops into my head, unbidden, but I get the feeling I won't get all that lucky.

"First night, girl gets her pick," Her first night. Yeah, I noticed that...very very nice.

"an I'm your doorprize. Well aren't you the lucky girl?" I smirk. "well Dawn, I come from the belief that variety is the spice of life or what have you. Now I know you, you know me..shall we take this to the back?"

If she wants to jaw some more, I'm all for it. Could be she's nervous, and honestly, I don't mind. Pretty cute, if you ask me.

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 18th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)

"She doesn't," I say in reference to Buffy and smile. I used to think she was prettier, but now I just think she's a different kind of pretty. There are men who like her and there will be men who will like me.

I've got one right now.

"I'd think you were the lucky one," I reply with a smirk in return and stand up, holding out a hand to Spike. "It's not often that a man gets to be a girl's first customer." I'm not being conceited, just playful.

I lead him to the bedrooms of the brothel, his large hand wrapped around my small one. I glance back at him over my shoulder and smile. "You don't know me... yet." I stop in front of my door, lean my back against it, let my eyes meet Spike's for a moment and push the door open. The walls of my room are painted a dark, velvety purple, and there are strings of white lights around the walls. There's the regular furniture, and a big brass bed in one corner, heaped high with pillows and down blankets.

"Welcome," I murmur.

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Spike doesn't make any comment towards my first words, and I let it go. Not everyone comes to a woman to spill their life story into her pillow. Some things you have to just let be, although this intrigues me. I want to know more about him than just the way his hands feel on my skin. Although I'd like to know more about that, too.

He pulls me down for a kiss, and I kiss him back, sinking onto his body with a soft moan. I never thought I'd like to be pulled around by a man, always thought I'd want to be the one in control, but I like it when he does it. I straddle his hips, grinding gently into the rough denim of his pants, just enough to tease.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 19th, 2005 06:13 am (UTC)
spike onbottom

I don't lose my grip on her hair as her soft body colides with mine, normally I'd be groping on a girl right about now, figuring out a way to slip in before she can try to tell me no, but there's an ease that settles around a man's mind when he knows what he's getting. An I'm getting whatever it is I want.

I pull her back, tugging enough so that if she doesn't fight it, it doesn't pull. Like a bit on a horse, she'll follow my lead.

"now then...how about you show daddy what else you can do with that mouth?"

I wet my lips, wondering if she'll even flinch, I'd seen newer girls, before, and it took em awhile to get used to the language, but somehow I don't think I'm going to get a rise out of this one that easy.

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 19th, 2005 06:33 am (UTC)

His hand in my hair pulls me away, and I follow it, arching my body forward and baring my neck. Let him see what else he could be getting if I agree to it.

He licks his lips, and as much as I want him to be touching me, tasting me with that mouth, I know that's not what I'm here for. I glance down at his chest, pale in contrast to my dark-purple and black bedclothes, and smirk. Rubbing my cheek against his wrist briefly, catlike, I lower myself onto him again, kissing down his body from his neck to the waist of his jeans.

I lick warm, wet patterns around his navel as I pull back his jeans, which were already unbuttoned. He's not wearing anything under them. Of course, I didn't figure him to be the type. Once his pants are pushed back sufficiently, but not completely off - not yet - I take him into my hand and kiss softly up and down the length of him. Once I feel him jerk every time my lips touch him, I move up and take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the soft, velvety skin.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 19th, 2005 06:54 am (UTC)
pleasure

I can feel her blood rushing under my fingers and the temptation is all to real, staring me in the face, that white, flawless neck arching in my direction. It's almost to much, but I know better. Rule one- no biting till they ask for it. Course, I prefer them to beg for it. Girl's got to earn the chance to have me take a taste.

She nuzzles my wrist in response to my direction, and I give her a bit of a smile, letting her hair go. Her hot little lips travel thier way down my skin and I can almost swear they're the softest I've felt.

Cor, but she did like to tease, the little vixen. My hand goes down to cup her cheek and the other resting on the back of her head, tangled in her hair. I angle up a little so I can watch her wrap those pillowy lips around my cock, the sight elicting a deep groan from me.

"bloody fabulous, pet..."

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 19th, 2005 07:12 am (UTC)

He groans and mutters something, hands in my hair, but not pushing me down, for which I'm grateful. I've heard this is something to get used to. I can tell he likes it, which enourages me.

I open my mouth and take him further in, as much as I can. His cock is too big for me to take it all, especially now, so I settle for moving my lips up and down his shaft, one hand slipping down to roll his balls between my fingers, squeezing lightly. I can feel his body becoming warmer under my touch, taking heat from my mouth.

Briefly, I look up to his face, his cock still in my mouth, and find him looking at me, desire and hunger in his bright blue eyes. I like it on him. I lower my lashes and graze the underside of him ever so slightly with my teeth to find out if that's something he likes.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 19th, 2005 07:38 am (UTC)
pleasure

She's not really the best at it, bless the girl for trying, because I can tell the difference. But the sight, is what gets me. My cock half buried in that beautiful little mouth, moving up and down at that careful pace that could drive a fella mad in no time.

She lifts her eyes to me an I run a thumb across her cheek, brushing the hair back out of her face so it doesn't get in the way of a very arousing view.

Suddenly I feel her teeth gainst my cock, not serious biting, of course, enough to create some serious friction though, and I grunt, dropping my head back, my hips jerking toward her hot mouth. Sod it all if this isn't the greatest place to be in the universe.

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As his rhythm slows down, I moan, the contrasting senses of emptiness and almost painful fullness pushing me beyond anything I've ever felt before. His slow thrusting is so infuriatinly pleasant that my hips rise further to him, opening and clenching my fists in futile hopes of gaining some sort of control. But no, it's all on his side now.

My back arches and a shiver runs down my spine as he moves inside of me. His gaze is so intense... I cry out in pleasure and frustration. "Yes... oh, god, please..."

Touch me, use me, do whatever you want with me...

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2005 10:32 pm (UTC)
vamp scary

Despite my obvious taste for pain and fear in the bedroom, I've got no real intentions of hurting the girl. I don't want her to know that, because soon as she did I'd lose that fragrant scent coming off of her an I sure as hell don't want to lose that. So when I thrust into her, I excersize a certain amount of control.

The weak 'please' coming from those full, trembling lips makes my hips jerk and I nibble at her neck, my lips traveling to her ear and growling. "..beg for me..."

My thrusts continue at that slow, agonizing pace, waiting for her to give in to my will before I take what I want. I sure as hell don't need any more encouragement, but I want things just the way I like them.

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2005 10:55 pm (UTC)

My head falls back and a ragged breath escapes my lips as I move with Spike's thrusts, my legs wrapped around his hips and trying vainly to pull him closer. If he were a normal man, there would only be so long he could keep up the slow, teasing pace, but he's not a normal man and who knows how much control vampires have over their bodies. When they want to.

I feel his lips brush along my throat, and then his teeth. With a soft moan, I tilt my head back, baring my throat to him. He could bite me right now if he wanted to, take my blood and I wouldn't care. Him holding me down, moving so slowly inside of me, it's making my head spin.

"Please, I want you," I cry, clutching at the sheets, a faint blush rising to my cheeks. I've never had to beg a man before. It's so dirty, and wrong, and it excites me and makes me flush at the same time.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2005 11:26 pm (UTC)
pleasure

She says the magic word and I let go, pounding into her as I press her down into the bed. Her scent is everywhere and I can feel the racing pulse of her heart frantically pounding everywhere under her hot skin.

I jerk into her warm softness, kissing at her exposed neck lustfully, thrusting hard and relentless (as is comfortable for a human partner, that is)

Even now she's pure, a purity I can't touch and it amazes me that it seems there's nothing I can do to defile her sweet innocence. It reminds me of Dru and drives me near mad.

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2005 11:39 pm (UTC)

With my words, it seems that all of Spike's self-control is gone and he picks up the pace, driving me into the bed. His chest brushes against my breasts and makes my nipples harden and small shivers of pleasure run through me. I know there will be bruises on the insides of my thighs afterwards.

I raise my hips to him, small cries escaping my lips with every hard thrust. He's still wearing his jeans, and something about that makes it feel bad, wanton. His lips on my neck are cold against my too-hot skin and I close my eyes, losing myself in the motions.

His body is all hardness and the cold night air and something tightens low inside of me. I whisper his name as he pins me down. This isn't about comfort or company. This is about control.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2005 11:59 pm (UTC)
nudity

She seems to start to get the game, which may or may not be a good thing. She figures out I'm just toying with her, and it's likely all the acting in the world isn't going to fool me. A nasty side effect of being too perceptive.

But when she whispers my name I find myself not worrying bout anything but where I'm going to get the cash for the next time I pay little Dawnie a visit.

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"Maybe." No, I won't, or at least I'll try not to, because a working girl getting attached to her customers is never a good thing. I'll tell myself that it felt like we had a connection because he's good, and I'm new and the sex was good. Or at least I think it was.

I need more experience. I can't limit myself.

But here, alone with him, it really does seem genuine. I guess that's my job, making it seem real, and maybe it is, for a little while. Real, I mean.

I brush my fingertips over his shoulders, sliding over the faint red marks that my nails left there earlier, and sigh. If only every customer made me feel like this.

"Do you think I'll do well?" I ask all of a sudden.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: November 9th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)

Normally about this point I'd be thinkin on a second go, but I wanna be there for the girl, and there's no harm in taking it easy. I wanted her because she was new. New like my Dru never could have been but always seemed. Her warm little hands are so soft, soft enough to make a fella go all hard in the right places.

"Do you think I'll do well?"

I smile at that, running a thumb over that kid skin glove cheek.

"pretty face like yours? No doubting it, pet. You don't gotta try to be irresistable."

She knows I won't lie, what's the use in me lying to her? Don't have to. That's what makes our situation so special. The honesty. Any other bird you've got to tell all sorts of pretty things and give all sorts of pretty things to get her on her back. But this, this is a situation for the truth.

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: November 14th, 2005 11:42 pm (UTC)

I sigh. Maybe he's telling the truth. Maybe he really likes me enough to think I'd do okay. Maybe it's just 'cause we had really good sex and he feels like he should be nice to me 'cause I'm so new at the job.

But maybe not. The only thing a customer has to give a girl like me is money. Compliments are unnecessary as long as the job gets done.

I shift slightly underneath him, feeling my legs slide over his hips. Vampires don't break a sweat. "Maybe," I whisper into his shoulder. It doesn't seem fair, really, having my first job be this good. This enjoyable. It's like setting myself up for a fall or something.

Spike seems content, just lying here with me. He runs his fingers over my skin and I tilt his face up towards me with my hand and kiss him gently on the lips. I wonder if this is everything for him. Or if he'll want to...

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: November 15th, 2005 04:15 am (UTC)
omg sexy

Her kisses are soft, and if it isn't the sweetest damn thing I'd felt in a century, the softness of her, the give. It takes the space of a moment or two though, for me to want more. And the kindof quid I'm shelling out, I should get my money's worth. I kiss along her breasts and run a hand up her back, her skin lightly moist with sweat.

I have a list in my head, and I'll be damned if we don't get through it before the night is through. Ocassionally, when I spend a night at the magic box, my attention wanders, much to the delight of the ladies, but this is shaping up to be a somewhat extraordinary night, and for the time being, she plenty for me.

Posted by: Dawn Summers (lockless_key)
Posted at: November 21st, 2005 11:13 pm (UTC)
move like this

My body arches into his touch as a sigh escapes my lips. I sort of expected him to be rougher, to hurt me more, to bite and bruise. But I guess when you're with a girl like me, you don't want to be yourself 'cause you don't gotta be. You can be whoever you want and like whatever you want. And if you want something different, well, the girls'll give it to you.

His body stirs against my skin and my heart speeds up. Of course he'll want more. He can stay as long as he likes, we never make a man leave unless he's done something wrong, and Spike hasn't. Not at all.

I let my hands fall down to the bed and my body opens to him. He could do anything he wanted to me, anything he liked, and it's not just 'cause he's paying me for it. I know I won't feel like that with most people so I guess I should just enjoy it. I'll do anything he likes, too, and again it's not 'cause of the money. It's cause I like him.

Posted by: Spike (bleedlikepoetry)
Posted at: November 27th, 2005 11:51 pm (UTC)
dirty Dawn

Her legs fall open and I figure it's just about time I got to know the territory, my hands moving before and making way for my mouth, which follows, kissing and suckling on every bit of flesh I find, cross those firm breasts and along her ribs, down her stomach and over soft pale hips and thighs. I'd been taught to use my mouth same as I'd imagined she had, the difference being I probably enjoyed it a bit more. She had more curves than Drusilla'd had, more soft flesh.

So when I dipped my tongue down to those sweet plump lips, it was a sensation entirely different, even the taste was different. Sweeter. Things like these weren't for some bint I'd picked up for a quick shag, only a lady got this sortof attention.

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