Bad, Bad Thing

“Hey, baby, looking for a good time?”

Spike sighed. He was tired, and a part of him was really, really hoping that he wouldn’t have to make any more arrests that night. Maybe he could let her off with a warning. Resolved that this situation wouldn’t take more than 5 minutes, Spike turned around. And was instantly hard.

She looked like a whore. She dressed like a whore, and wore a ton of make-up. She was popping gum, and giving him a measured look through half-lidded eyes. There wasn’t anything to separate her from the dozens of other whores he came across on a nightly basis, but even so, he had a strong physical reaction to her.

“What’s your name?”

“You can call me Buffy.”

“Well, Buffy, how much do you charge a night?”

She stepped forward and ran a painted finger down his chest. A real pro. “$100 an hour.”

“That’s a bit steep.”

“I’m worth it.”

“Do you get any customers charging that much?”

“You’d be surprised what a man would pay.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He studied her for a minute, and then gestured with his head. “Follow me.”

Buffy shrugged and fell in step behind him. He didn’t go far, his cruiser was parked just around the corner.

She stopped short when she saw it. “What are you some kind of cop?”

“Some kind,” he confirmed.

“Look, this is a mistake. Really.” She took a step back from him, suddenly afraid. “I can’t go to prison tonight, please. I’ll just go home, ok?”

“Come here.”

She took another step back. “I gotta go. It’s been fun.”

Spike stepped forward quickly and grabbed her arm. “I said, come here.” He spun her around and pushed her to the car.

She looked up at him with frightened eyes, but it was clear that she wasn’t frightened of him. No, she was frightened of being arrested. Perhaps they could work out a solution agreeable to both of them.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you run off?” He gripped her wrist tighter. To her credit, she didn’t even wince.

“If you’re going to arrest me, just do it.”

“Let’s see what’s in that purse.” He ripped it out of her tightly clutched fist and gave it a quick examination. There were bills, condoms, and a small bottle of lube, but no drugs or drug paraphernalia. More often than not, these whores had more drugs on them than money. Actually, for a hooker, she looked quite healthy. “No drugs?”

“No.”

“You telling me the truth?”

“Yes.”

She licked her lips, a small nervous twitch, and his cock jumped. What are you? A rookie? Keep your dick in your pants, for Christ’s sake! She noticed his reaction, and smiled slowly.

“Been awhile, officer?”

“Keep your mouth shut.”

She batted her eyelashes, and that shouldn’t have effected him, but it did. He swallowed hard, and all of his instincts told him to let her go. Let her go and forget about her and go home. Buffy rubbed herself against him, grinding her hips into him, and he didn’t do the sensible thing. Instead of stepping back, he moved closer.

The side street where ad pad parked was always empty this time at night. That’s why he parked there, most of the time. So he felt comfortable pushing against her. She responded by wrapping her arms around his waist. He thrust against her repeatedly, and she matched him thrust with thrust. His cock strained against his pants, and with each movement, it grew harder and harder.

His hand slipped under her skirt, and he was not surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. Without warning or ceremony, he spun her around bent her over the hood of the car. It looked like he was about to arrest her, but that was the farthest thing from his mind.

He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang out. He grabbed it and pushed her skirt up. Slowly, deliberately, he ran it up and down her pussy, and then her ass. She squirmed and moaned as her juices coated his head. She pushed back, aching for him, but he forced her back down.

He dug through the discarded purse until he found what he was looking for. The condoms and the lube. She caught sight of him over her shoulder.

“Why do you need that?”

Spike didn’t answer, just poured a healthy amount of the lube on two fingers. He discarded the lube, and pushed her head back down on the car. He smashed her face into the hood until she got the hint and he could move his hand. She didn’t move when he eased up the pressure.

He lifted her skirt higher and spread her cheeks open, then smeared the lube all over her hole. He pushed both fingers slowly into her ass, and she bucked against him, but she didnroterotest. He slid his fingers in and out of her, stretching her, preparing her for what would come next.

Spike knew that though the chance of being caught was low, the chance was still there. This would not look good on his record. And he did not make it a habit to screw random hookers, on the hood of his police car. Especially when he should be heading home to dinner and Drusilla.

But compared to her luscious ass, none of those things really mattered. Not at that moment. At that moment, he wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything. And she wanted him too. She was already wet and writhing on top of the car, waiting for his dick.

At least he had the presence of mind to slide the condom on before he completely lost control. He braced himself on the car, and then guided himself in between her cheeks and deep into her a

She gasped. It could have been in pleasure or pain. Spike didn’t know, or care. He grasped her hips and pulled her back until he was inside of her completely. She squirmed and tried to pull forward, but he held her still. He didn’t move until she stopped squirming and just lay lax on the car.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred.

He pulled out slightly, and then rammed into her again. She grunted, but didn’t try to move again. He did this once, twice, three times, each time pulling out a bit farther, and slamming in a bit harder. Her grunts turned into cries.

Spike covered her mouth quickly. “Quiet.” She nodded and he moved his hand off of her face.

He changed tactics, and this time moved slowly, almost gently. Buffy responded better to this, small mews of pleasure, but nothing to loud. The edge of the car rubbed against her crotch and stimulated her clit until she wanted to scream, but she knew better than to make a noise. She didn’t know what this nameless man was capable of, but she did know better than to make noise that would attract attention again.

Despite the situation, Spike did not want to hurt the girl. He tried to keep control of himself, taking it slow and gentle, but he couldn’t. There was no way he could keep the gentle pace, not with the noises she made and the way she pushed back against him. Not with the adrenalin pumping through his body, and the almost insane lust making his blood sing.

For a brief moment, an image of Drusilla hovered before his eyes. That was the final straw. He began thrusting into her wildly. He gripped her neck, holding her still as he moved faster and faster. All of the feelings he repressed and locked away came pouring out, and he slammed into the whore with an intensity born of those emotions.

Spike was moving so fast that the car was moving and shaking beneath them, and still he didn’t stop. Buffy still pushed back against him, still matched his every move, still made small sounds of satisfaction and pleasure.

He finally came, exploded, inside of her so hard that it was nearly painful, and tears sprang to his eyes. He quickly blinked them away as he finally pulled out of her completely. He ripped the lube and blood covered condom off and tossed it away with disgust.

She didn’t move though, not even to pull her skirt down. Suddenly the sight of her was singularly unappealing.

“Get up,” he said gruffly.

She did as she was told, pulling her skirt down as she straightened. She turned around and faced him calmly, as though getting pounded up the ass was a common occurrence. And maybe it was. Spike pulled his wallet out and tossed a few bills at her without even looking.

“That should cover it.”

“Thank you.” Spike couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

“Don’t let me catch you out here again.”

“Or you’ll what?”

Spike gave her a hard stare. “This is your first warning.”

Buffy shrugged as she walked away. She wasn’t worried.