Wolfram & Hart Boyz

A/N:
Still hard NC-17/R rating and with sex in every chapter, please heed all warnings in Part 1.

- Part 5/32 –

Angel whooped as he entered the Downtown club with Spike at his side. He looked around at the multitude of scantily clad girls lining the stage dancing to the loud music.

"We’ve died and gone to bloody heaven, mate." Spike pointed out walking towards the stage. He took a seat and licked his lips when a waitress came up to him offering him a drink. "I’ll take a bite out of the cute blond at the end." The vamp replied.

Laughing, the waitress replied. "That’s Candy. You want me to introduce you boys?"

Standing up, both vampires followed the waitress to the gyrating beauty on the stage. Hopping up onto the platform, the brunette vampire first offered her his hand, "Angel." He introduced. He helped his companion up and by his side. "This is Spike." He added over the loud music, patting his childe on the chest.

“Hi!” Candy responded, matching his decibel to be heard.

Angel pulled the woman closer to him. "You wanna go somewhere a little more private?" He asked her with a grin.

"That’ll cost you." The faux-blond said, without missing a beat to the music she was grinding to. She nodded towards a passage way off stage.

"Let’s go." Angel told her. When he saw Spike coming with them, he growled at the bleached blond. "Find your own." He ordered.
When Spike agreed, Angel was led off into a poorly lit back room. Once in the privacy of a small room containing nothing but two beds and a table in the center, the erotic dancer procceded to push the Wolfram and Hart boss onto one of the beds. Angel sat up with his face lit as though he were in a Candy store.

He watched as the stripper unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her large double D breasts in the vampire’s face.
"You like?" Candy asked, taking hold of her large right boob and pressing her nipple to the brunette's lips.

Looking up and into the stripper’s eyes, Angel parted his lips and allowed the nipple to slip into his mouth. Putting his hands under the breast for support, he pressed and kneaded the large mammary, closing his eyes and suckling on the teat. Feeling a liquid different to his own saliva against his tongue, he allowed the tit to fall from his lips and watched as a white liquid dripped from the nipple onto his leathers. He looked up, his surprise written on his features.

"Does it turn you off?" Candy queried. "Knowing that I’m a mom?"

Looking down at the bulge in the front of his trousers and then back up at the exotic dancer, the vampire replied, "What does it look like?"

Candy chuckled and dismounted the vampire’s lap, moving down his body and hooking her index finger in his belt-buckle.

"Where you going, darlin’?" Angel asked, adopting a slight Mid-western drawl.

"Down here," the blond replied, undoing his belt. She positioned herself between the vampire’s legs and looking up at him with her baby-blues, undid the fly of his leather pants.

"I don’t think so, Love." Came a voice from behind them, interrupting the moment. When both of their attentions were focussed on Spike, the platinum vampire clarified, "That is my job."
He came in with a redhead in tow and introduced to the room, "This one’s name’s Brittany."

Smiling Angel instructed his hooker, "Candy, get on the table and open your legs up; give Spike and I a real good view of your dripping pussy."

Nodding, the stripper stood to her feet from her position and did as she was told opening her legs to the view of the leering vampires.

"Now touch yourself for me," Angel instructed. He watched as the blond slowly stroked her slit with two fingers, pumping in and out of her slicked hole.

Licking his lips, the brunette looked to his childe. "Deficient much?" He inquired, spelling out, "Go fuck her."

As instructed, Spike walked toward the table atop which Candy was waiting and began to undress. Removing his jeans, Spike released his eleven inch dong to view allowing it to stand erect. Mounting the table, the Brit stood behind Candy and used his unsheathed head to tease the entrance of the whore’s pussy before massaging his cock head against her clitoris.

"You sure got a cold dick," Candy observed as Spike slowly guided his cock into her sopping cunt.

Having beckoned Brittany over to him whilst the other two in the room were getting better acquainted, Angel eagerly watched the display whilst having his own cock tended to by the much younger stripper Spike had brought. Her technique- which was pretty much to deepthroat his large phallus and then coat it with her vomit- left a lot to be desired, but was fine whilst his attentions were otherwise occupied.
Growing rather impatient at Spike's rather slow approach to screwing, Angel growled, "Will, she’s a whore not a virgin. Fuck her already!"

Laughing, Spike sped up the pace of his onslaught on the cunt of his lover. Climbed onto her more fully with his pale, pert ass in the air, he thrust his full shaft into the eager blond, fucking her doggie-style.

"Ow!" Candy screamed, out having been taken by surprise by the sudden increase in pace. She found herself crying out even louder, when Spike reached forward and grabbed onto her breasts. Digging his nails into the side of the tender flesh, the vampire rode his victim in earnest pounding his meat deep into her, before removing it and then slamming back into her and smashing his pubic bone against her ass; his large balls smacking against Candy’s gaping asshole with each thrust.

"Oh, FUCK!" the bleached vamp cried out. "I'm gonna-" he found no need to complete the sentence as his dick pulsed and he shot cold, white cum into the pussy of his stripper lover. "Never mind," he chuckled to himself, releasing the breasts in his hands and dismounting. He looked over to Angel, who had been watching the show with a smirk on his face.

"Need a hand?" Spike enquired, referring to the inexperienced child sucking on his sire's cock.

"Yeah." Angel nodded, reaching down and pushing Brittany's face from his dick. Delivering a kick to her mid-section, he asked her to leave.

Kneeling in front of the brunette vampire, Spike wrapped his tongue around his sire’s pulsing cock, sucking on it as though it were a popsicle.

Placing his hand in and ruffling his childe’s platinum hair, Angel forced Spike to take more of his thick cock into his gaping mouth. He force almost six inches into the younger vamps mouth before slowly pulling his dick out. Repeating the procedure, he groaned as he felt Spike’s cold, wet saliva around his pulsing meat.

"You’re so good at that, man." He moaned out.

Spike responded by reaching up to cup his Sire’s testicles, rubbing them in his palm as he suckled on Angel’s large phallus.

Readjusting his position on the chair, Angel spread his legs, sat back and enjoyed the attention as he slowly and deliciously climaxed into his childe's mouth. A content smile on his face, he administered a playful slap to Spike's face indicating his will to stand. Releasing his sire's dick, Angel got up and reached for his clothes as Angel made himself decent.

Putting on his jacket, the boss of Wolfram and Hart looked to Candy who was still a disheveled mess on the table.
"Thanks for the show."

In a quiet voice, the stripper replied. "That will be a hundred and fifty dollars."

Laughing aloud, Angel responded. "Sorry sweetheart, I don't carry money around." He looked to Spike. "Let's get out of here."

Doing as instructed, the bleached Vamp followed his sire out of the club and into his convertible GT. Finding that a car that does zero to sixty in 4.7 seconds gets you where you need to be in no time at all, the two vamps were back at Wolfram and Hart's Headquarters in no time. Parking up and entering the building, Angel was immediately met by his secretary.

"Boss," Harmony started. She pointed behind her. "You have a visitor."

The vamp-without-a-soul looked behind the ditzy blond and stopped in his tracks.

"Connor?" He stuttered.

"Hi, Dad." The teen responded.

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End of Part 5.

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