Striptease
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Striptease
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Spike spent the rest of the night hunting and planning. If he could not have his first choice of dark beauty by his side, he would pick another one. Someone who would not leave him so easily behind. First he would get to know the boy; ‘seduce him to the dark side’ as the saying of a popular movie went. Angelus was a master in stalking and seducing someone, case in point Drusilla, into madness. Spike would follow his example but without the madness-inducing terror his Sire so favored. No, Spike would seduce and stalk the young human by more ordinary means. Starting with a rose.
oo0O0oo
The next night, when Xander came to start his shift at the Night Club, he was waylaid by various co-workers wishing him ‘good luck’ and to ‘be careful’. He could not figure out why until he reached his designated space in front of the large wall-hugging mirror. There stood a small black vase on the table. In it was a dark red rose, barely in bloom, with big wicked thorns still attached to the stem. Leaning next to the vase was a folded parchment. Xander could not simply call it paper since it obviously was anything but. The parchment was yellowish in color and on it was his name written in black calligraphy.
Now understanding what everyone was talking about Xander hesitated before sitting down in his chair. Turning to no-one he then said:
“Did anyone see who it’s from?” He was not stupid. This had all the classic signs of stalking. What he could not figure out was why someone would bother with him. There where far prettier men and women in the world than him, some even worked here in the club.
Receiving only negatives in answers, he finally picked up the message. The parchment was slightly scratchy under his fingers, it felt old somehow. Xander opened it, taking a breath to fortify himself and ended up getting a lungful of smells: cosmetics, sweat, alcohol and flower.
Alexander,
It surprised me seeing you up there, on the stage.
Feeling low for so long, you aroused more than my flesh.
You have grown into a fine-looking young man, I’m glad I didn’t take advantage of you before.
I hope you like my little gift. It’s a poor substitute for the one you gave me last night, both the shirt and the chance to see you dance.
W
So this W knows me from before, which must mean Sunnydale. Male or female? Human or demon? He folded the parchment and put it down next to the vase. With my luck it’s probably a demon. I don’t think I want to know what he/she/it is doing with my shirt.
With a sigh and a shrug Xander hurried to get ready for his turn to ‘shake his assets’ as the boss called it. Trying to forget about his secret admirer and the sweet-smelling rose, he quickly changed into his new costume. He put on a pair of tight vinyl pants, dark red, which were fastened with ties at the hip, the knees and the ankles and showed glimpses of his legs whenever he moved. They were discretely fastened at the inseam with Velcro and the ties would snap easily. He put on a dark green tank top. The fabric looked sturdy but was actually very easy to destroy. He finished his get-up by outlining his eyes with coal and adding a glittering gel to his hair, cheeks and shoulders. It would be a pain to wash off later but in the meantime he looked very good. The lipstick he added as an afterthought matched the rose and enhanced his already full lips. Looking at himself in the mirror, Xander could hardly believe the creature staring back was him.
I feel like a clown. I even have the make-up to prove it. How did I get talked into doing this?
He thought back two weeks ago, when he finally left Sunnydale to broaden his horizons.
- - - - - - -
Buffy was in LA, spending time with her dad. Oz and Willow had left shortly before he did, probably doing and seeing things Xander would have liked to experience during his own trip. Cordelia had also left for LA, she wanted to become an actress. Angel had left after surviving the graduation. Only Giles had stayed. He was trying to get his life back in order after they destroyed the high school were he used to work. Xander had felt a bit bad about leaving the older man alone on the Hellmouth but Giles had reassured him, several times in fact, that not much happened during the summer and if anything came up he would and could handle it.
It had only been a day or two later that the trouble started. The car he drove was old junk, but Xander knew that when he bought it from his uncle Rory. He had hoped it would hold together during the trip but it was not to be. The engine gave up right outside the city-limit of Oxnard. Having it towed to the nearest mechanic drained his cash and Xander knew he would not be able to pay for the repairs. At this time he had few choices: return to Sunnydale and admit defeat before he had even started, or stay and get a job to try and earn some more money to continue his journey. As he did not want to return to his crappy home before he absolutely had to, he asked the mechanic working on his car if there were any place hiring.
The greasy mechanic, whose nametag simply said Al, looked at Xander from head to toe and hummed.
“Well that depends…” he drawled.
“Depends on what?” Xander dreaded the answer.
“On whether or not you can handle it. Look, my brother-in-law’s cousin’s got a place. He might be willing to hire you.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of place?” Xander was a bit leery of the answer. He did not like the way Al was looking at him.
“It’s a club. It’s down the street, turn right two blocks over, you can’t miss it. Ask for Sam and tell him I sent you.”
After securing his car and getting directions to a nearby motel for later Xander went in search of the un-named club. He was hoping it was not anything illegal but he would not know until he had talked to Sam. He shuddered as he could still feel Al looking at him as he walked off, backpack over his shoulder.
Turning the last corner Xander stopped and stared at the building in front of him. Al had been right. He could not have missed it. The big pink neon sign spelled out Night Club in big letters. The club was obviously closed for business but there were a few people outside smoking and talking. Walking closer he could tell when they, two men and one woman, saw him. They were good looking and Xander felt nervous when they zeroed in on his scruffy appearance.
“Can we help you?” One of the men asked when Xander stopped.
“Yeah, maybe. Al the mechanic said I could talk to Sam about a job?”
“Really? Well Sam’s not in right now.” He took a puff on his cigarette. “You could try talking with Brianna though. She’s his assistant.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure. Go right on in. She’s near the bar doing paper-work.”
- - - - - - -
Xander was interrupted in his trip down memory lane by a sudden hand on his shoulder. Looking in the mirror he saw Jack, one of the strippers he had met that day, standing behind him.
“Alex? Are you Ok?” the blond asked worriedly. “You’ve been staring at yourself for the past 15 minutes.”
“Yeah I was just thinking,” Xander smiled to ease his friend’s worry.
“Well don’t hurt yourself,” Jack smiled back. “You better get ready though, you’re on in five.”
oo0O0oo
Spike was seated once again near the catwalk, drink in his hand. He wanted a good view of Xander when he went on. Since he did not know exactly when Xander would dance Spike had spent the entire evening in the club. He had fortified himself earlier as well as last night with blood from various victims. He did not want hunger to interrupt his fun.
The current stripper was finishing up and another one took her place. Spike straightened up in his chair and leaned forward. It was Xander. Finally!
The young brunette glittered in the strobe light. The dark colors of his clothes suited him but Spike wanted to see more skin. He got his wish as the dance progressed. The green top Xander wore was artfully shredded to reveal the boy’s firm chest and tanned muscles. The pants, however, stayed on for a while. The boy was good at teasing. Xander crouched down on the stage now and then, letting the vinyl accentuate his legs, crotch and buttocks. The slits showed enough skin to keep it interesting. He alternatively crawled, danced and stripped across the stage until Xander was once again only dressed in a black thong.
When the music and the light faded to give Xander time to leave, Spike’s left hand was holding the table’s edge with a cracking grip while his right was stroking his hard cock to completion. Feeling the cold semen congeal inside his pants and smelling his own as well as other people’s lust made him want Xander even more. I can’t wait until I can touch him for real!
Spike spent the rest of the night hunting and planning. If he could not have his first choice of dark beauty by his side, he would pick another one. Someone who would not leave him so easily behind. First he would get to know the boy; ‘seduce him to the dark side’ as the saying of a popular movie went. Angelus was a master in stalking and seducing someone, case in point Drusilla, into madness. Spike would follow his example but without the madness-inducing terror his Sire so favored. No, Spike would seduce and stalk the young human by more ordinary means. Starting with a rose.
The next night, when Xander came to start his shift at the Night Club, he was waylaid by various co-workers wishing him ‘good luck’ and to ‘be careful’. He could not figure out why until he reached his designated space in front of the large wall-hugging mirror. There stood a small black vase on the table. In it was a dark red rose, barely in bloom, with big wicked thorns still attached to the stem. Leaning next to the vase was a folded parchment. Xander could not simply call it paper since it obviously was anything but. The parchment was yellowish in color and on it was his name written in black calligraphy.
Now understanding what everyone was talking about Xander hesitated before sitting down in his chair. Turning to no-one he then said:
“Did anyone see who it’s from?” He was not stupid. This had all the classic signs of stalking. What he could not figure out was why someone would bother with him. There where far prettier men and women in the world than him, some even worked here in the club.
Receiving only negatives in answers, he finally picked up the message. The parchment was slightly scratchy under his fingers, it felt old somehow. Xander opened it, taking a breath to fortify himself and ended up getting a lungful of smells: cosmetics, sweat, alcohol and flower.
Alexander,
It surprised me seeing you up there, on the stage.
Feeling low for so long, you aroused more than my flesh.
You have grown into a fine-looking young man, I’m glad I didn’t take advantage of you before.
I hope you like my little gift. It’s a poor substitute for the one you gave me last night, both the shirt and the chance to see you dance.
W
So this W knows me from before, which must mean Sunnydale. Male or female? Human or demon? He folded the parchment and put it down next to the vase. With my luck it’s probably a demon. I don’t think I want to know what he/she/it is doing with my shirt.
With a sigh and a shrug Xander hurried to get ready for his turn to ‘shake his assets’ as the boss called it. Trying to forget about his secret admirer and the sweet-smelling rose, he quickly changed into his new costume. He put on a pair of tight vinyl pants, dark red, which were fastened with ties at the hip, the knees and the ankles and showed glimpses of his legs whenever he moved. They were discretely fastened at the inseam with Velcro and the ties would snap easily. He put on a dark green tank top. The fabric looked sturdy but was actually very easy to destroy. He finished his get-up by outlining his eyes with coal and adding a glittering gel to his hair, cheeks and shoulders. It would be a pain to wash off later but in the meantime he looked very good. The lipstick he added as an afterthought matched the rose and enhanced his already full lips. Looking at himself in the mirror, Xander could hardly believe the creature staring back was him.
I feel like a clown. I even have the make-up to prove it. How did I get talked into doing this?
He thought back two weeks ago, when he finally left Sunnydale to broaden his horizons.
Buffy was in LA, spending time with her dad. Oz and Willow had left shortly before he did, probably doing and seeing things Xander would have liked to experience during his own trip. Cordelia had also left for LA, she wanted to become an actress. Angel had left after surviving the graduation. Only Giles had stayed. He was trying to get his life back in order after they destroyed the high school were he used to work. Xander had felt a bit bad about leaving the older man alone on the Hellmouth but Giles had reassured him, several times in fact, that not much happened during the summer and if anything came up he would and could handle it.
It had only been a day or two later that the trouble started. The car he drove was old junk, but Xander knew that when he bought it from his uncle Rory. He had hoped it would hold together during the trip but it was not to be. The engine gave up right outside the city-limit of Oxnard. Having it towed to the nearest mechanic drained his cash and Xander knew he would not be able to pay for the repairs. At this time he had few choices: return to Sunnydale and admit defeat before he had even started, or stay and get a job to try and earn some more money to continue his journey. As he did not want to return to his crappy home before he absolutely had to, he asked the mechanic working on his car if there were any place hiring.
The greasy mechanic, whose nametag simply said Al, looked at Xander from head to toe and hummed.
“Well that depends…” he drawled.
“Depends on what?” Xander dreaded the answer.
“On whether or not you can handle it. Look, my brother-in-law’s cousin’s got a place. He might be willing to hire you.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of place?” Xander was a bit leery of the answer. He did not like the way Al was looking at him.
“It’s a club. It’s down the street, turn right two blocks over, you can’t miss it. Ask for Sam and tell him I sent you.”
After securing his car and getting directions to a nearby motel for later Xander went in search of the un-named club. He was hoping it was not anything illegal but he would not know until he had talked to Sam. He shuddered as he could still feel Al looking at him as he walked off, backpack over his shoulder.
Turning the last corner Xander stopped and stared at the building in front of him. Al had been right. He could not have missed it. The big pink neon sign spelled out Night Club in big letters. The club was obviously closed for business but there were a few people outside smoking and talking. Walking closer he could tell when they, two men and one woman, saw him. They were good looking and Xander felt nervous when they zeroed in on his scruffy appearance.
“Can we help you?” One of the men asked when Xander stopped.
“Yeah, maybe. Al the mechanic said I could talk to Sam about a job?”
“Really? Well Sam’s not in right now.” He took a puff on his cigarette. “You could try talking with Brianna though. She’s his assistant.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure. Go right on in. She’s near the bar doing paper-work.”
Xander was interrupted in his trip down memory lane by a sudden hand on his shoulder. Looking in the mirror he saw Jack, one of the strippers he had met that day, standing behind him.
“Alex? Are you Ok?” the blond asked worriedly. “You’ve been staring at yourself for the past 15 minutes.”
“Yeah I was just thinking,” Xander smiled to ease his friend’s worry.
“Well don’t hurt yourself,” Jack smiled back. “You better get ready though, you’re on in five.”
Spike was seated once again near the catwalk, drink in his hand. He wanted a good view of Xander when he went on. Since he did not know exactly when Xander would dance Spike had spent the entire evening in the club. He had fortified himself earlier as well as last night with blood from various victims. He did not want hunger to interrupt his fun.
The current stripper was finishing up and another one took her place. Spike straightened up in his chair and leaned forward. It was Xander. Finally!
The young brunette glittered in the strobe light. The dark colors of his clothes suited him but Spike wanted to see more skin. He got his wish as the dance progressed. The green top Xander wore was artfully shredded to reveal the boy’s firm chest and tanned muscles. The pants, however, stayed on for a while. The boy was good at teasing. Xander crouched down on the stage now and then, letting the vinyl accentuate his legs, crotch and buttocks. The slits showed enough skin to keep it interesting. He alternatively crawled, danced and stripped across the stage until Xander was once again only dressed in a black thong.
When the music and the light faded to give Xander time to leave, Spike’s left hand was holding the table’s edge with a cracking grip while his right was stroking his hard cock to completion. Feeling the cold semen congeal inside his pants and smelling his own as well as other people’s lust made him want Xander even more. I can’t wait until I can touch him for real!