His Worth

Several weeks had passed since Buffy’s encounter with Spike. Each night’s crying sessions got shorter and shorter before she would fall asleep.
She had started her new job and it was going off without a hitch. It was mundane and boring and she had a feeling she was there more so to look pretty for the male brokers than to actually do what they hired her for but with what they were paying her, she would play the game.
Buffy absently would drive through Spike’s section of town on her way to and from work. She would tell herself it was a shortcut even though it really took her 15 minutes out of the way. Everyday she hoped to see a glimpse of him. She was still mad at him but she also still wanted him she admitted. She kept second guessing herself. Maybe she should have let him speak, explain, say whatever he was going to or would that have been worse. I guess you’ll never know now she told herself.
She thought about what he had been doing since she last saw him and it made her cringe to think of him with others. It didn’t matter whether they were men or women. She just hated the thought of someone else touching him. I wonhow how much he makes a day or a week she contemplated. Maybe I can pay him the same to only sleep with me she thought. She would be his savior. He wouldn’t have to sell his body to anyone else and still make money. How could he be mad at her then? She began to get excited by her thoughts. She certainly had enough money. Her new plan in mind, Buffy for once didn’t cry herself to sleep that night.

Spike dreamed about her every night. He would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart beating rapidly. Xander kept asking him if he was O.K. because he had been acting strange lately but he kept shrugging it off.
He was even more less than enthusiastic than his normal lack of enthusiasm for turning tricks. He just went through the motions mechanically. He had pushed his feelings of guilt and shame far under the surface for years now but since Buffy, it appeared they had begun to swim to the surface. He was disgusted with himself when he looked in the mirror. He literally had to repel his urge to vomit several times while servicing a customer. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on like this.
Stupid bint has got me all tied in knots and she couldn’t care less. Probably sitting by the pool with her cabana boy drinking froo froo drinks right now, he fumed.
Spike began drinking more and more whiskey. He now made it a nightly habit to sit at the bar in Willy’s, getting pissed until Willy had to throw him out at closing. He then stumbled back to his shithole “apartment” and passed out. Spike dreamed about her every night.

It had been 5 weeks since she last saw Spike when Buffy started to frequent Willy’s for lunch everyday. It was just down the street from where she picked Spike up and knew it must be close to where he lived. She got lucky on the fourth day when while sitting eating her soup and salad, Spike and a brunette man walked through the door.
“Oh God, I hope that’s not his boyfriend” Buffy thought.
She watched the waitress walk the duo to the booth right next to hers and laid their menus down. Spike was in the middle of talking to Xander and not paying attention to his surroundings so he didn’t even notice Buffy at first.
Once they got situated in their booth and decided on their menu choices, Spike turned his head her way as he raised his glass of water to take a drink. Meeting her eyes only a few feet away, he started choking on hrinkrink.
Xander got up and came around to slap him on the back a few times. “You alright, man?”
“Uh, yeah” Spike sputtered. Xander sat back down.
Spike turned away from Buffy to look at him and muttered, “I’m not really ‘ungry after all…uhh…I gotta go Xander. I’ll catch you later” Spike stood and made a mad dash towards the door.
Buffy couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t even going to say anything to her! He was running away from her!
“Spike! Wait!” she called out just as he reached the door. He tensed as his hand gripped the door handle.
Buffy ran over to him. Xander looked on in confusion. Who was this girl and why was Spike running from her? He thought.
“Buffy, what do you want? Surprised to see you here. Sure you won’t get in trouble for talking to me in broad daylight. Mustn’t allow the rumor mill to run rampant” he sneered.
“Shut up Spike. Listen. Meet me at our motel tonight at 10. I have a proposition for you.”
“OUR motel it is now? I don’t think I’m interested, luv”
“You don’t even know what it is yet” Buffy pleaded. “Please, just meet me there. I have to get back to work now. 10pm Spike. Be there.” And with that she was gone.
Xander walked over to Spike, “What was all THAT about? Can we eat now that she is gone?” Spike rolled his eyes and went back to the booth with Xander.
Infuriating woman. Does she really think I’m going to meet her there just because she tells me to Spike talked to himself as he walked to the motel he was supposed to meet Buffy at. It was 9:45 and he was only a couple of blocks away.
He got there to find her already there standing outside the same room as before. She motioned him to come inside.
She had been so confident at the restaurant earlier. Now that she had him there, she was a nervous wreck.
“How are you?” she managed to get out.
”Fine.” Spike replied.
“Leg better? I see you have a scar left on your brow” she pointed out.
“Yeah and yeah” he said blandly.
“Are you thirsty? I could get us something out of the vending machine”
“Look Buffy, he threw his hands up. Cut it with the chit chat. You brought me here for a reason, now get on with it.” He demanded.
“O.K. well here’s the thing. Well, let me ask you a question. Spike, how much do you make a day or a week from...well you know?”
“What? Are you with the IRS now or something? They finally decided to tax the world’s oldest profession?”
“Spike, please, just tell me.”
“I dunno. Maybe a couple hundred a night. It depends on how many I get a night.” He answered.
“A couple hundred? But you told me 500 was your normal rate.” She inquired.
“Oh, yeah...about that...” Spike had the nerve to look sheepish. “I sorta kinda maybe fibbed a bit about that, pet”
“You suckered me is more like it Mister.” And then afterwards, “you were worth it though” she said softly.
“Buffy…”
“Spike, if I pay you what you would make from others every week, will you just sleep with me?”
“Are you off your rocker? That’s a lot of money to pay for every day, every week. How long you plan to do that?”
“As long as I want. Spike, I have the money. Just say yes.”
“Why Buffy? What is a good looking rich girl like you doing coming to some sleazy motel and asking some disgusting whore to fuck you for money? Christ, don’t you think I want to? Who wouldn’t take that offer but damn, Buffy, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, little girl. My world is very different from yours. And how long before you hate me, resent me for this?”
“You’re not disgusting, Spike” she said walking over to him and taking his head in her hands she placed a soft kiss on his mouth.
“Just say yes. I don’t want to share you.” She breathed into his mouth.
“How much?” he said as he pulled away.
“4000 a month?”
“Bloody ‘ell. Just how much money DO you have?”
She smiled, “enough”
She pulled him back down to her lips and smashed her mouth to his. Their hunger for each other consumed them and in seconds they had each other naked.
Spike placed Buffy on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and draped himself over her from behind. Her back pressed against his chest. He reached down and found she was already sopping wet and ready for him. He put a condom on and rammed himself home. Both cried out frheirheir tempestuous joining.
“Fuck...so tight... dreamed about this Buffy. Dreamed abyou.you...uunnnn...yeah...take it baby...take it all the way inside, so bloody tight... that’s it, fuck yourself back on me..harder.want you to.cum for me...” Spike’s mouth rattled off such nasty wicked things. Things Buffy could never say out loud but she loved hearing Spike say them.
Their coupling was hard and fast and urgent this time. Weeks of pent up desire poured out of both of them. Buffy started to shake and vibrate as she came hard which sent Spike over the edge as well. He rolled off her and they both lay there panting.
“Does my month start now or are you paying me separate for tonight?” Spike asked. He had been selling himself for so long; it was like second nature to him. Ingrained in his personality.
“Way to ruin the moment” Buffy retorted.
“Didn’t know we were having a “moment”. Thought this was business” Spike said trying to sound detached.
Buffy got up and got dressed then opened her purse. She took out a bunch of bills and tossed them on the bed at Spike.
“I think that should cover tonight. See you later.” She said and then walked out the door.
Spike sat there naked gathering up the money. He felt tears beginning to form in his eyes. Way to go, you stupid wanker. He chided himself. He forced back the tears into anger as was his custom. Block out what he considered weak feelings with feelings of anger.
She is the one who wanted this. She asked me. I shouldn’t feel bad. He tried to convince himself.
Looking around, he decided that since the room was paid for the night, he might as well sleep here. God knows this bed was more comfortable than his at home.
He pulled the bed coverings up over himself and went to sleep.

She came to him almost every night. They would meet at Willy’s and leave together for the motel. It was safer that way. No one saw her in he car picking him up from the street. Less chance of getting busted that way.
She paid him every week for that week in advance keeping up her end of the bargain while he fucked her six ways from Sunday teaching her every trick in the book, which was his end of the bargain. Neither one professed or admitted to the other their underlying feelings for the other. They fucked. She left. He slept. It went on this way for weeks.
One night she asked him where he lived at and maybe they could start going there because while she could afford to pay him, it was another expense to pay for a motel room every night as well. If he had a place, she wouldn’t have to worry about that.
Spike emphatically told her no. He was too embarrassed to have her see how he lived in his one room with moldy walls and a cement floor. He tried to put her off that he needed his privacy and excuses of that nature to get her to back off wanting to see his place.
Finally he couldn’t stand her whining anymore.
“Fine, you wanna go to my place. We’ll fucking go to my place. I’m sure you’ll run right back to this shitty motel afterwards too” he yelled at her.
He drove her car to his place. He just about yanked her out of the car and dragged her down the outside steps to the basement entrance.
‘Ouch...you’re hurting me” she complained rubbing her arm after he let go.
He unlocked his door and walked through the threshold. Buffy followed him.
“Home sweet home” he said wryly.
Buffy tried to disguise her look of horror at his living conditions. She couldn’t believe he co’t a’t afford a better place than this.
Spike saw her face, “well what did you expect, luv? The Ritz Carlton?”
“No...Spike...it’s just....what do you do with all your money to be living someplace like this?” she asked him.
“Well first off, before you, I wasn’t making all that much. Just enough to pay the rent here and food, fags, booze. Also help my friend Xan out some...not much left over when all is said and done”
“You shouldn’t have to live like this. Here. No one should” she shivered with distaste.
“I’m a bloody street hooker, Buffy! Where the fuck else do you think people like me live?”
“Spike…please….”
“Just fucking forget it” Spike sulked.
Buffy walked over to him and put her arms around him. “Hey...don’t be mad at me. It’s alright.”
“You wanna go back to the motel?” he asked.
“Yes!” she said in a split second.
Shaking his head with a smirk he walked her out.