His Worth

Chapter 2- Humiliations and Decisions

Riley Finn was taking more pleasure than a professional in his position should manhandling Spike and Buffy into the stationhouse.
The desk clerk looked up and saw Spike.
“Geez...you again, eh?”
“I take it you frequent this establishment quite often” dolled Buffy.
“Book em’ both O’Reily, solicitation. She’s the customer” Finn pointed to Buffy.
“What? No, I am no customer. I swear. No customer’s here.”
“Guess the customer isn’t always right, eh luv?” grinned Spike.
“Oh you’re so clever you bleached freak” she replied.
“Ok you two, come with me” said O’Reily and he led them through the door and down the hall to booking.

Four hours later, Spike sat smoking in a cell with his new best friend, the cross-dresser Bertha.
Buffy sat on a bench outside the front desk while her father, Hank Summers was processing her out.
“Let’s go Buffy” Hank said walking over to her and handing her the purse and belongings they have removed from her possession uprrivrrival.
“Daddy. I’m sorry” she whimpered.
“Not here. Not now” he ground out between his gritting teeth.
She followed him to his luxury car outside and got in the passenger seat. The drive home was in silence.
They reached their mansion on the outskirts of town and Buffy got out of the car and followed he father inside.
As soon as they were in the door, Hank began ranting and raving about where he went wrong and how could his daughter, Hank Summer’s daughter be out soliciting a hooker. All the humiliation he would have to face if and when anyone found out. Buffy tried to explain to him what really happened but he wanted no part of it. He reprimanded her like she was a child and sent her to her room.
Buffy threw herself onto her bed and sobbed. “Damn you Spike. Damn you” she cried.
She finally cried herself to sleep and against her better judgment could only dream about bleached blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes, a tight muscled body wrapped in leather and a low sexy British accent.

The next morning Spike woke up to Bertha’s loud snoring in the bunk across the way.
“Alright, Billy Idol. Time for you to go” leered Officer Finn.
“Right then Captain Cardboard. Had a lovely time. Hate to chat and run...” Spike would have kept on yammering had Finn not told him to can it. One thing you could always count on Spike for was his ability to yammer until the cows came home driving anyone and everyone in his way stark raving mad. It was a talent.
Spike walked out of the jailhouse into the bright morning sun and shielded his eyes.
The jailhouse doctor had stitched up his eyebrow and leg while he was there. He was walking with a slight limp and looked like his face had been beat in.
He walked to the nearest bus stop and took the next bus 10 blocks to his apartment. Well, actually if he was honest, it wasn’t exactly an apartment. It was a room in a basement. He had to share a bath with the other occupants of the house. He had a hotplate for heating up canned food but no refrigerator to keep perishable goods. He usually just grabbed something at Willy’s Diner anyway. That is, when he did eat. Some days he didn’t even do that. He dropped onto his uncomfortable poor excuse for a bed and fell asleep with visions of an irritating blonde chit all through his head.

Buffy woke up that morning, still feeling exhausted from crying all night. She got up and showered and dressed for the day. She didn’t start her new job until the following Monday so she still had today and the weekend. That is, if she still had the job. Her father called around noon and told her to meet him at his office downtown.
With trepidation she drove away from the mansion.
Upon arriving at her father’s office, she was ushered in promptly and saw that her new boss was there as well.
Apparently someone at the station was the brother of one of her new boss’s colleagues and he had recognized her. Her arrest was public record and within days everyone could and would know, however Daddy once again pulled those strings along with her boss, Mr. Travers and they worked out a deal with the station to keep this all hushed up. Buffy was humiliated that he boss thought she picked up hookers as a hobby but she didn’t waste her time trying to explain knowing how her father had reacted last night.
“I understand you may have been umm…celebrating your new job last night, Miss Summers but we cannot allow this type of behavior to continue” Mr. Travers stated.
“Yes, Sir. It won’t happen again.” Buffy replied.
“Good girl.”
She felt like a puppy dog getting patted on its head. This was her lot in life, she thought. ndernder if Spike is still in jail came the afterthought.
Buffy mentally kicked herself for even thinking about the sexy jerk. No, not sexy. Hooker’s aren’t sexy. Repeat after me. Spike isn’t some male Julia Roberts with those cheekbones that could cut and those stunning blue eyes and…stop it Buffy she mentally chided herself.
The meeting was over and she was “dismissed”. She drove home, climbed the steps to her room and sat looking out her window across the expanse of land they owned.

Spike woke up to banging on his door.
“Spike...man...let me in buddy. Come on! I know you’re in there” came the voice of his mate, Xander.
Spike swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, running his hands over his face and through his hair.
BANG BANG
“A’right whelp. Hold your fucking ‘orses!” he bellowed as he walked to the door and opened it.
Xander stood outside, 2 black eyes, a broken nose, swollen jaw.
“’oly shit, mate. What the ‘ell ‘appened to you?” Spike questioned already knowing the answer to his own question.
He moved to allow Xander to enter. He came in and plopped down on the tattered chair next to the bed.
“It hurts worsan ian it looks” Xander winced trying to be funny.
“Angel?” Spike asked.
Xander looked away and nodded.
“Dammit, Xan…how many times I told you to get rid of that wanker? You don’t need a bloody pimp. Look at me? I don’t ‘ave one.”
“Yeah and look where you live and how you live” Xander commented looking around the hole in the wall Spike called home.
“Yeah well at least I ain’t getting my face beat in every other day” Spike spat back.
“Funny...looks like you did. What’s with the stitches, man?” Xander asked.
“Not what you think. Some stupid bint hit me with her car. I took a flying leap to the pavement, mate.”
“You wanna go to Willy’s and get some chow?” Xander asked.
Xander was always eating and always hungry.
“Sure, mate. Let me get cleaned up first. Be back in 15” Spike grabbed a towel and pair of jeans and t-shirt and left to go to the common bath for a quick shower and change of clothes.

Buffy sat at the window contemplating all afternoon. Her father didn’t believe her, nor did her boss. They all thought she was so pathetic she was out paying men to have sex with her. She started to get fired up. Dammit, if that’s what they thought. If she was judged guilty without even committing the crime, she rationalized she may as well go commit it then.
Besides, at the rate she was going, she would be a virgin forever. God, even Spike had known, she thought back, to his stick up the ass comment or whatever he had said. Was it that noticeable? She went and looked at herself in her dressing room mirror. If she wanted to learn, it certainly wouldn’t be from one of her Daddy’s pansy assed country club boys but there was someone who definitely had experience with sex that could teach her. Did he do women too? Or just men? She never asked of course. A lady does not ask such questions. Only one way to find out. Oh my God. I’m thinking of actually paying Spike for sex. I’m so bad. I’m a disgrace. How can I? Her thoughts went a mile a minute back and forth between what she wanted and what she shouldn’t do.
It was Friday night. Surely, he would be out and about. What were the chances of getting arrested twice in two nights? She could take one of the other cars so as not to be recognized. Yes, she could!
Buffy went and began to get ready for a night that was sure to change her life. How much, little did she realize.

After watching Xander scarf down 3 cheeseburgers and 2 large fries along with cokes, apple pie and ice cream, Spike thought he gained 5 pounds just from second-hand eating.
“So, I take it you’re not working tonight, with a face like that?”
“Yeah, go figure. You’d think Angel would be pissed to lose out on money but he doesn’t seem to care when he gets going on me” said Xander.
“Well, mate, some of us still have to work. A little cut on my brow shouldn’t ‘urt my business, right?”
Xander nodded.
Spike stood up and patted Xander on the back before leaving the restaurant.
It was approaching dusk as Spike made his way to his favorite spot on the street he usually worked.
He leaned up against the building and lit a cigarette waiting for his next customer.

Buffy drove downtown in the grey Lincoln town car. The thing was huge and swallowed her up but it was either that or the red sports car and she didn’t want to be too flashy and draw attention.
Spike was just getting out of his last john’s car when he saw the Lincoln pull up to the curb. The window was rolled down half way.
Spike sauntered over to the car and leaned down. “Looking for a good time, mate?” he said before seeing who the car’s occupant was.
“Hi Spike” Buffy squeaked out smiling shyly up at him.
“Bloody ‘ell.” Spike looked up at the sky and as if he was speaking to God said, “Is this some type of sick joke? Why me? What the bloody ‘ell ‘ave I done to deserve this torment?”
“Spike...Spike...get in the car” Buffy drew his attention back.
“And now why would I want to do that?” he questioned her.
“Umm...because I want to...well, you know...umm…that is if you do do that with someone like me or not...err umm...”
“You’ve got to be kidding me? Where’s the hidden camera?” Spike looked around. “You wearing a wire? Cops put you up to this?”
“No...No. I swear. Look, if you’re like completely gay and can’t do it with a woman, I understand. Sorry I asked. No hard feelings.”
“What? Are you daft, you silly bint? I’m not gay at all. I like women”
“Umm…but you have sex with men”
“Yeah, for money? It’s a job. What’s your point?”
“Well, would you have sex with a woman for money? How much do you normally make?” she inquired.
Spike was in shock and looking at her like she had lost her marbles. What would a classy lady like Buffy be down here asking him to hook for her? He figured if he told her some high figure, she would back off so he replied, “500 bucks”
“500? Wow. You must be really good.” She blushed after she said that.
Spike grinned, “I ‘aven’t ‘ad any complaints yet, luv”
“O.K. that just for the, you know...’actual act’ or the night or hour or what?”
Spike played along, “it’s for the act, pet. What’s your fancy? Oral, Vaginal, Anal?”
Buffy was beat red by now. “Umm…I don’t know...let’s just say...uhh, the second one you said for now” she couldn’t even say the word vaginal.
“I’ll double your money. 1000 bucks?” she said.
Spike just stood there staring at her in disbelief.
“Well, are you going to get in?” Buffy finally said.
“Umm...yeah...uhh alright.” Spike walked around and got into the passenger seat.
It had been ages since he had a woman for a customer and all the times before they were part of a couple. He never had a single women pick him up off the street like his regular johns.
“Are you sure about this, luv? I thought you hated me for what happened yesterday. Why do you want to do this? Is this for real?” he bombarded her with questions.
“I didn’t really hate you. I just intensely disliked you. But, that being said, you are a very attractive man and I guess I did kind of deserve some retribution from you after hitting you with my car. By the way, are you OK? I see you have stitches. Is it going to scar?” she was blabbering on and on as she drove away from the street corner.
“Where are we going, pet?”
‘Umm...I don’t know. Where do you normally go to do this?”
“Well, we could just do it here in the car but I figure a lady like you would want a bed. There is a motel a few blocks away.” Spike answered.
“O.k. motel. Yes. A bed would be nice. I guess.”
He gave her directions and 20 minutes later the door was closing behind them in room 313.