His Worth

Buffy was silent as she placed her purse on the bedside table. Spike still stood by the door, still unsure of what to make of all this.
“So…umm, do we get undressed now or umm…” Buffy stammered through her words.
Spike could tell she was nervous. He just didn’t realize the extent of her nervousness.
“You got the money?” Spike questioned, not wanting to be played for a fool.
“Yes, hold on.” Buffy turned and opened her purse and pulled out her wallet. “I hope hundreds are OK. They didn’t give me anything smaller at the bank” She said flustered as she turned back to him to hand him ten one hundred dollar bills.
Spike took the wad of cash and stuffed it into his jeans pocket.
“Why don’t you take off your jacket luv? Spike purred.
“I’m going to jump in the shower and clean up” he said as he walked towards the bathroom. He just got fucked by two johns back to back and he definitely needed to get clean before doing anything with Buffy.
As he let the hot water sluice over him, he tried to get what was happening and going to happen straight in his mind. Maybe he shouldn’t think about it too much. Just fuck the girl, get the money and leave. End of story. Christ she is beautiful he thought. How am I going to get through this? I ‘aven’t ‘ad performance anxiety since I was a teenage boy. I aven’t had a woman in a long time either. Just like riding a bike though, right? Don’t let it get personal, Spike, he told himself. You’re just a cock to her. That’s what she is paying you for. Just do it and get it over with. No strings. Money is money. A trick is a trick.
Spike let out a ragged sigh and turned off the water and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel off the rack. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
In the meantime, Buffy had removed her shoes and jacket but was still in her blouse and skirt. She was sitting primly on the edge of the bed with her back ramrod straight.
She gasped when Spike immerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. My God, he is a walking statue of David she thought as her eyes moved over his chiseled chest, abs and legs. The only spot marred was the gash on his leg from the accident but even that didn’t take away from his beauty.
“Buffy…Buffy?” she finally realized Spike was calling her name and shook herself out of her daze.
She looked up at his face and saw he was smirking.
“Like what you see, luv?”
Buffy blushed and looked away.
“O.K. my turn… let’s get you out of those clothes, pet” Spike said in a husky tone.
Buffy felt her heart beat begin to speed up.
Spike walked over to her and walked her around the bed to the side and sat her down then maneuvered her into a laying down position. He walked back to the other side of the bed and lay down next to her on his side, towel still intact.
“Just relax. I know you’ve never picked up a...paid for this...done this type of thing before” he managed to get out trying to find words that wouldn’t offend her.
Spike moved his fingers to Buffy’s blouse and began to unbutton it. Once he had all of them undone, he had her lift a bit and removed it revealing a lacy white bra. He then unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off revealing matching white lace panties. Jesus H. Christ, he was already hard as a rock.
Spike moved his hands back up and beneath her to unclasp her bra. He pulled it away from her body and she instinctively threw her hands up to cover herself.
“No…luv. Don’t hide yourself. You’re so beautiful. You never need to hide” Spike said with true sincerity.
He took her hands in his and moved them down to bare her breasts to hisw. Hw. He lowered his head and took a hardening nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Buffy gasped in pleasure and felt a whirlwind building in her lower stomach.’
“Do you like that, luv?” Spike asked softly.
“Oh yes” she breathed.
Spike took the other rosy nipple in his mouth and sucked it more firmly. Buffy arched her back thrusting her breasts up at him.
Spike’s hands moved lower to the waistband of hertiesties and he began to tug them down her hips, legs and off her feet.
He pulled his towel off and crawled back up her body. Buffy caught a glimpse of his erect cock. Oh my, she thought. It’s a lot bigger than I thought. Will it fit?
Spike took her face in his hands and began gently kissing her lips. His lips were surprisingly soft and tender but became more harsh and demanding as he deepened the kiss.
Buffy could feel his hard length pressed against her thigh. She began moving her leg against it. Spike proceeded to grind down against her leg at thas hes he kissed her, he tugged on her hard nipples. He then kissed a pattern down her neck, across her chest and stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs.
He spread her legs to which she slightly resisted but with his gentle coaxing she finally relented and he wedged his face between them. Spike lowered his head and began swiping her with his tongue, alternating between sucking on her clit and dipping his tongue inside of her.
Buffy was ecstatic. She had never felt anything like this in her life before. She had masturbated before, of course but it was nothing like this.
Spike slipped a finger into her as he sucked her clit and it pushed her over the edge. She came with a scream of his name, convulsing all around and under him.
Spike lifted his head and smiled at her. He slid his body back up hers. Reaching down to the floor where his discarded jeans lay at the side of the bed, he fished a condom out of his pocket. Kneeling between Buffy’s spread legs; he unrolled the rubber onto his turgid length. Buffy watched in fascination.
Spike lowered himself onto her and began kissing her again. He reached down and positioned himself at her opening.
He began to push inside. Damn, she was tight, he thought.
Buffy began to feel uncomfortable. The pleasurable sensations from before relinquishing their hold on her.
“Spike...wait...stop” she panted as he pressed in further. So caught in the moment he didn’t hear her soft whispers as he encountered something he never even contemplated finding. But it was too late for him to pull out and he thrust through her hymen.
“Oh God, it hurts Spike!” Buffy cried out.
“Jesus, Buffy. Christ why didn’t you tell me?” he looked down at her with wonder.
“I thought you knew...thought you realized...when you said about me never doing this before?” she breathed out through gasps of breath.
He waldinlding very still inside her.
“I meant it being your first time to PAY for sex. Not HAVE sex. Christ”
She felt tears pool in her eyes. “I’m sorry” she sobbed.
“No…sweetie…don’t cry. Damn. I didn’t mean to yell at you. Just relax. Spike will make it all better, O.K.?”
She nodded her head. The sharp pain was already gone and just a dull ache remained where they were joined.
Spike began kissing her again and slowly moving inside her. He pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. After several thrusts, Buffy began responding and wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist and lifted herself up to meet his thrusts.
“Oh God, Buffy. You’re so wet and hot and so fucking tight. Feels so good. So good baby.” Spike panted out.
Wryly Spike thought maybe it was him that should be paying HER than the other way around. He hadn’t enjoyed sex like this in so long. It was as if he wasn’t actually working. It was like they were just a man and a woman who cared about each other and wait…where had that thought come from? He didn’t care about her and she certainly didn’t care about him. She was just a trick to him and all he was to her was a whore. She is paying you to do this, you stupid git. Don’t even fool yourself that the chit really likes you. Spike’s thoughts began to anger him and his anger was translated into his sex. He began thrusting even harder into Buffy. She was moaning and scratching him, grabbing his back and buttockseir eir gentle sex started to turn to violent passion. Spike reached down and pinched her clit and he felt her walls convulse around his thrusting cock. She cried out as her orgasm poured from her. Spike began slamming furiously into her virgin tunnel. He was starting to hurt her but before she could protest, he stopped and spilled himself into the condom in short jerking spurts.
As soon as he finished he rolled off her and removed the used condom and walked to the bathroom to discard it.
Buffy stared at the ceiling, never feeling so alone than she did now. He had been so gentle and giving at first but then, at the end, something changed and he became too rough and was hurting her, then he just left her without a word. She felt dirty and used and like she had done something terribly wrong.
What if she hadn’t been good? Did she not please him? She thought she had but now she wasn’t sure.
Buffy got up and began to dress, not wanting to be naked and vulnerable when he came back in the bedroom.
Spike’s hands gripped the edge of the countertop by the basin. What the hell is wrong with you, he asked his reflection. He had felt something for Buffy that he never had for anyone before and it scared the hell out of him. This was the first time this had ever happened to him. He had to get away from her. He couldn’t let her see the affect she had on him. He knew he had hurt her and he was ashamed of that as well.
Finally gathering his courage, he opened the door and came out. He found Buffy completely dressed and standing by the door, obviously ready to go.
Spike began pulling on his clothes. Instinctively, having been stiffed by johns before he checked his pocket and made sure the cash she gave him was still there. He never said a word to her nor did she to him.
She opened the door and walked out with him following her. She drove him back to his street in silence.
He got out of the car but leaned back down, “Buffy...I’m…” he started but she cut him off, “Don’t. Please just don’t” she tearfully whispered.
He shut the door and watched her drive away with a pained look on his face.
Maybe sometimes things were better left unsaid.