Warrior for the working day

Author’s note

Also starring

Lyndsy Fonseca as Zoe

Anna Popplewell as Emmy

*

"Morning Emmy," said Buffy as she walked into the kitchen. The teen got some juice out of the fridge and smiled, "Morning Mom."

She only wearing a thong and her naked tits bounced as she walked over to the table. Not that Buffy could say anything, even if she had an inclination to do so, as she herself was only wearing a cropped T-shirt that reached to just above her belly button. Upstairs she could hear Zoe having an early morning workout with Darla. In the week they’d been in hiding her daughters had been switching between Amy and Darla with wild abandon. Buffy smiled to herself, oh to be a teenager and sexually charged…

The door opened and in came Amy. Unlike the Summers she was dressed, but the red silk scarf wrapped around her neck, only partially concealed the love bite that Emmy had given her the night before. She gave a small cough as she sat down, "Buffy, can I have a word?"

Emmy took the hint, "I’m going to have a shower," she winked slowly at Amy, "I’ll see you in a bit."

Amy’s eyes followed the teen as she left the room, she licked lips that had suddenly become dry and her hand temporarily dropped down to her pelvis. Then she shook her head, as if pulling herself out of a vivid dream and turned to look at Buffy.

"I’ve been doing some research on Slayers. There’s not much. I guess a lot must have gone when the original Council was destroyed," Amy fingers tapped the table, "which is a pain in the ass when the only survivors of the Council are on the other side."

Buffy nodded, wondering where this was leading too. She wasn’t a Slayer any longer, her powers had rapidly vanished after she’d decided to quit.

There was a moment of silence from Amy, as if she was expecting Buffy to say something. However as the ex-Slayer didn’t say a word, Amy spoke again, "However, from what I’ve found you haven’t actually lost the Slayer powers, they’re…" she seemed to be struggling what to say, "they’re still in you."

Buffy had a feeling she knew where this was going, and she was pretty sure she didn’t like it. She was retired, it wasn’t fair that people still expected her to go back to Slaying. She spoke abruptly, "Well I can’t get at them."

"I know," said Amy, there was a tinge at disappointment in her voice, "you need a spell. I managed to track it down…"

Buffy almost interrupted her, but couldn’t think of the right way to say ‘no’ when Amy was helping protect her and her girls.

Amy continued, "It’s in a book called ‘Of Filiolus quod Trucido’."

Buffy felt her heart pumping. That was the book Willow had given her as a wedding present, Buffy had never read past the first page on getting pregnant, pages of mystical jabbering held no interest for her. She forced herself to listen to Amy.

"… freely translated it means of ‘Of Sons of Gods and Cruel Killers’. The Romans seemed to have a deeply ambivalent attitude towards Slayers. There’s one problem…"

Hoping her voice didn’t come out as a squeak, Buffy asked, "What?"

"There was only one copy. I’ve tracked it through various buyers and sellers. The last owner was…" Amy paused, "… Willow."

That’s what you think, thought Buffy. She looked at Amy, who looked to Buffy’s surprise as if she had just come into confess she’d drowned a litter of kittens. Then Buffy realised, Amy and probably Darla, thought she would want to return to being a Slayer.

Giving a smile, Buffy nodded, "I’m sorry about that," she lied.

*

"Hi I’m back."

Kate looked up from her laptop as Lilah shut the motel room door and put the groceries on the bed.

"Any luck?" Kate asked.

Lilah didn’t answer straight away, instead she came up and massaged at Kate’s shoulders. Kate had been spending virtually all day for the last week, either reading news paper stories of the internet or trudging round New Sunnydale tracking down old friends of Buffy Summers; feeling Lilah hands rubbing at her tense shoulders seemed to make it more worthwhile.

"You could say I did," Lilah’s voice oozed sex appeal and Kate felt a warm feeling rise to her cheeks as a sudden lustful urge returned.

Twirling her chair round, she patted her knee, "Go on then."

Lilah sat down, the bare skins of her thighs scraping on Kate’s jeans. Aware that the Slayers would be on the look-out for the lawyer Kate had persuaded her to go for a more trailer trash look instead of her normal designer suits. People untrained in observation were as often looking as much at the clothes as the face.

There had been some complaints at first, Lilah was not used to dressing down, but once she’d got used to it Lilah had adopted her new clothes with enthusiasm. Currently she was wearing a pair of very short hot-pants and a tight red T-shirt, from the camel toe and pointed nipples visible under the material Kate had deduced her lover wasn’t wearing any underwear.

A hand slid round Kate’s back as Lilah balanced herself. It massaged Kate through her shirt and it was all the cop could do to stop herself throwing Lilah off the chair and onto the bed.

"Tell me about your day first," Lilah teased, a finger from her spare hand traced down Kate’s cheek.

"Nothing new," Kate meant the tone to sound cross and exasperated, but with Lilah finger running across her it came out in a soft drawl, "Just confirming what I already know. Buffy Summers seems to have been one of the early Slayers, she was friends with Willow and a man called Xander. Mr Giles was the her school librarian – so she probably knew him as well. Faith… Faith remains a bit of an enigma, she seems to have been friends with Buffy, then people seem to mention a falling out just before the High School blew up, but later she returns and they become buddies again.

"So Buffy fights evil. Seems she may have had something to do with the earthquake that destroyed the original Sunnydale… okay that’s just a guess. But afterwards she doesn’t go to New Sunnydale like the rest of the town, instead she, her sister, Dawn, Xander and a few others head to Cleveland. There’s some unexplained goings on shortly after, which have Slayer written all over them. Xander gets killed there; which seems to have made a big impression.

"Because she and Dawn move to a small town in Illinois. She marries, has children and the most exciting thing to happen to her for near the next twenty years is her divorce. I mean the woman runs an antique shops and sits on the PTA; not very Slayerish.

"You next," Kate concluded.

"I bought a double ended dildo from a sex shop," grinned Lilah.

Despite her lover’s touch, Kate felt a twinge of exasperation, "You were out all day and that’s all."

Lilah leant forward and purred in Kate’s ear, "There’s more, but you’re going to have to work for it first."

The twinge in Kate disappeared in an instant, after all she mused, what did they say about all work and no play. Lilah’s smile got wider as she looked at Kate’s rapidly changing expressions.

The lawyer got off her lovers knees and went over to hi-fi in the corner. A CD of soft music began to play and she swayed in time to it, licking her lips and running her hand over her curves as she moved.

Kate undid the top button of her jeans and slid her hand beneath them, but before she could do anything Lilah sashayed over and pulled it out.

"Not yet," the lawyer purred, "Can’t have you coming before the main event."

"In that case," countered Kate, "you better strip damn quickly as I’m getting hotter than a volcano."

Lilah ignored her and it was five minutes before she lifted off her T-shirt and waggled her titties in Kate’s face. The cop leaned forward and licked at one nipple and then the other. She was about to tease them with her teeth, but with a grin Lilah stepped back out of range and resumed her sexy dance.

Suddenly she twirled away from Kate. She waved her ass and then slid down her pants, confirming Kate’s belief about no underwear. Turning back she put her hands on her hips and gave a pose that sent Kate’s hormones into overdrive, "Your turn," she grinned.

There was no dance from Kate, instead she just tore off her clothes in a blur of motion, dropping them untidily where they fell.

"You are such a slob at times," said Lilah, but face showed no sign of a rebuke. Instead she stepped forward and pulled Kate towards her.

There naked bodies crushed together as they kissed, hands moving up and down, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, tits bouncing against each other and there naked slits sliding together like a stuck elevator unsure whether to go up or down.

Gradually they moved over to the bed, until Kate could feel the back of her legs resting against it. A light push from Lilah and the cop fell onto, her naked lover following her down still making out as they did so. Lilah broke the kiss and Kate looked into her eyes, they were so seductively deep Kate could have dived into them.

"Where the toy then?" she eventually asked.

Lilah got off her, "Just a sec."

Whilst Lilah rooted around in her bag, Kate got properly onto the bed and spread her legs. Not that the lawyer seemed in a hurry. Lilah got on the bed, sat on her knees and started to lick the ends of the dildo like a lollipop. Kate groaned in frustration and her hand stole to her snatch. This time Lilah didn’t stop her, she just continued to suck at the toy as she watched Kate vigorously rub herself.

"Uurghgh," Kate orgasmed. She could feel the sticky juice encasing her fingers. She pulled them out and tasted her own sweetness. Whether it was the orgasm or the licking of the fingers which prompted Lilah to move Kate, wasn’t sure, but even as she was cleaning her own jizz her lover moved forward, pulled apart the twat lips and slid one end of the toy in. Kate gasped as the rubber pushed forward, taking her hand from her mouth she guided it to her, still sensitive clit. She couldn’t stop the moan as the toy banged against it.

Lilah slid one leg under one of Kate’s thighs and the other over it, guiding the other end of the toy into her own twat. She continued to move forward until there was only the tiniest hint of rubber which wasn’t in her or Kate, her movements sending shudders through the cop, who had to grasp the bedding and groan or risk, she felt, exploding.

"Let’s fuck," purred Lilah.

The two of them started to bump back and forth. Kate swore under her breath, as the toy brought her quickly towards a second orgasm. Such was the intensity she had to momentarily pause, though Lilah continued, ensuring that the feeling lasted longer. Restarting Kate quickly got herself into the same rhythm as her lover.

Soon they were both moaning and muttering in joy. Kate could feel the sweat on Lilah each time the lawyer shoved against her. And with the sweat came another liquid, seeping out of Kate and Lilah, sliding across the dildo and intermingling with cum at each other’s cunts.

There was a scream of "fucking hell" from Lilah as she came. Kate slammed harder, keen to take up the slack as her lover’s body arched, before relaxing and then tensing again. When Lilah resumed Kate slowed her own movements.

"Gotta time this right," she murmured.

Sweat encased both their bodies, and Kate began to feel the strain of the movements, weakening her muscles, but she continued heading for the final orgasm.

They came more or less simultaneously, their sounds resembling that of a menagerie when a cat enters. The feelings ripped through Kate, electrical explosions turning her to jelly. She could see that the same was happening to Lilah.

A few minutes later, lying naked under the covers Kate remembered, "You found something out."

Lilah snuggled closer, "A few years before Buffy left she was involved in something called the Initiative."

"I remember. It was under Sunnydale University, I guess the facility got destroyed in the Earthquake."

Lilah shook her head, "That’s what I thought. However, it turns out that only the Sunnydale entrance was wrecked. Most of the facility was outside the canyon and survived. Seems a few years ago the Slayers bought it up and put in a new entrance. Over the last couple of months they started to move in. "It seems this is where the demons the Slayers have captured are taken. And that’s not all…"

There was a dramatic pause from Lilah, a lawyer’s trick, before she continued, "I checked some transport records, don’t ask how as it wasn’t strictly legal, and on the night of the 1^st a large truck left returning the next day, same on the 6^th. In fact everytime there has been a demon massacre a sealed truck has left the day before."

"It… it must be a mistake," replied Kate, her brain tried to understand the ramifications.

"I’ve got papers showing the movements," replied Lilah, "it’s not a mistake."

"But… but this means…" Kate stammered.

"Either the Slayers know about the attacks before they take place or even worse they’re organising them," Lilah completed the sentence.

Kate lay back. Her mysterious friends would want to know about this when they next called.

*

"Have you seen Buffy recently?" Faith walked into the study. Amy looked up from the magical manuscript she was reading, Darla stayed head buried in a trashy romance novel.

"She’s downstairs – she and the girls are cooking up a surprise, lounge and kitchen are off limits," replied Amy.

"Typical," moaned Faith, "I’ve just had a run and shower and feel damn horny and Buffy decides to bake some cookies."

"I like cookies," Darla didn’t look up from her book.

Faith sighed and sat down at the spare chair. She had barely time to reach for her cigarettes, certainly not time enough for Amy to give her normal disapproving grimace, when Buffy called from downstairs, "Come and get it."

"I’m not that hungry," grumbled Faith as she stood up and replaced the unlit cigarette in its packet.

The three of them trooped downstairs. Faith opened the door to the lounge and felt her jaw literally drop.

The furniture had been moved to create a clear space in the middle of the room. Occupying that space was Buffy, Emmy and Zoe, not one of them wearing a stitch of clothing. They were lying on their backs and as the other three came in they lifted their legs and spread them, exposing three shaven slits. Around them lay a variety of sex toys.

"I thought you were baking cookies?" Faith said when she finally regained control of her voice.

Buffy laughed, "No, I said we were cooking up a thank-you treat. And what better thank you is having the three of us being fucked by the three of you."

"Buffy, you don’t need to thank us," Faith blushed, suddenly embarrassed that Buffy the Vampire Slayer was appreciating her .

"We could always get dressed," teased Buffy.

Faith felt Darla’s elbow in her ribs. Undoing the top button of her jeans Faith grinned as she replied, "No – as you’ve gone to the trouble we might as well enjoy it."

Soon Faith, Amy and Darla were as naked as the Summers.

"I thought we’d start with us eating you out," said Buffy. There were no complaints from the women standing naked in front of her.

In unison the three Summers sat up and then swivelled onto their knees in a choreographed move leading Faith to wonder how long they’d been practising down here. Not she concluded, as Buffy shuffled towards her, that she minded.

This better was less choreographed as Emmy sped forward towards Darla so fast, she almost got carpet burns on her leg and Zoe wasn’t much slower. Buffy, moved forward more seductively, unlike the teens she knew that delaying the pleasure makes it more intense. As she slid forward she ran her hands over her naked tits, rolling her thumbs round the nipples. By the time she got to Faith, the brunette Slayer was almost exploding with lust.

"Get in there, then," grinned Faith. She took the back of Buffy’s head and guided her forward, until she could feel the blonde’s mouth against her lips. Buffy didn’t go straight in though, she tantalised the outside with her tongue, running round Faith’s smooth flesh until the brunette was gasping with joy.

Then she went in. Twenty years experience meant that Buffy knew how to munch. Her tongue quickly found the clit and she began to rinse it with her tongue. Faith could hear Amy and Darla’s groans as the two teenagers developed their skills. But the feeling from Buffy was something special. Faith’s hands clamped onto Buffy shoulders, partially to keep her in place, but mainly because if she didn’t have something to lean onto the sensations exploding with her were likely to topple her.

"Oh fuck, Buffy, this is so good," Faith groaned. Just as she was on the cusp of exploding Buffy paused, despite Faith’s fevered entreaties. But when she started up again the pre-orgasmic feeling was even stronger than before. Faith could feel her juices sliding out like a leaky sieve. Buffy was catching some, but plenty were still trickling from her cunt to slide down to the top of her thighs. In a corner of her mind, Faith was aware that Amy and Darla had both already come and that their partners had swapped. Faith didn’t care – she wanted Buffy, she needed Buffy.

"Oh my Gooodddddd…." the orgasm was like a thousand firecrackers exploding all at once. Faith felt dizzy, elated and hot; all at the same time and her legs shook so hard it was like they were made of elastic.

"That was just starters," Buffy drew back. Her face was slick with a mixture of her own saliva and her girlfriend’s cum. It glistened in the light, sparkling like diamonds in a crown.

Standing up Buffy whispered the answer into Faith’s ear. The brunette’s mouth, reopened as she tried to speak before she managed to squeak, "Really… I mean bring it on."

The two younger Summers had also moved back from a flushed looking Amy and Darla. They moved onto the sofa in the corner of the room, spread their legs and began to lightly play with themselves. Faith watched there fingers run over their naked slits and her libido, not that dampened by the tonguing she had just received, rose another notch.

She was brought back to the present, by Buffy handing her a strap-on, "Is this one alright?"

Given where it was going Faith felt it was big enough, so she nodded. Beside her she could see Amy and Darla also pulling on a pair of rubber cocks that Buffy had selected.

"So what have you got planned next?" Amy asked.

Faith knew the answer, but she still felt her heart beating faster as Buffy responded, "You’re all going to fuck me… together;" She ran her tongue sultrily over her jizz cased lips, "Three holes, three cocks – what more could a woman want."



"It definitely makes rescuing you worthwhile," agreed Amy. She let Buffy take her hand and guide her onto the floor. Faith felt a brief pang of jealously as Buffy moved onto her haunches and slid herself down onto Amy’s dildo. There was brief gasp of pleasure from Amy as she felt Buffy’s weight push down on her.

Turning towards Faith and Darla, Buffy smiled, "What are you waiting for? There’s two holes left to fill."

Moving behind Buffy Faith gripped pulled apart her butt cheeks and slowly moved the cock in. Buffy was silent, but that was because Darla had moved in front of her and Buffy was busy slurping at the vampire’s toy. Heaving Faith pushed the cock in deeper and deeper, sweating with the effort. Above the sound of Buffy sucking she could hear Amy’s groans as the weight of two people drove the haft of her strap-on deep into her cunt.

The witch began to push up as Faith pounded down. Buffy must have been squashed, but there was no complaint just a steady sound of licks. Faith could hear her naked flesh slapping against bare flesh and the rhythmic slosh of rubber pushing through liquid as Amy’s pushed deeper into Buffy’s sodden twat. Sweat poured from them all as Faith sped up the pace.

On the sofa she could see Emmy and Zoe fingering themselves frantically. At any other time seeing the two naked teens frigging themselves would have caused Faith to stop what she was doing and look; now it just made her beat into their Mom harder.

Beneath her Buffy was orgasming again and again. Darla was still throat fucking her, the only noise Buffy could make was snort through her nose. But her entire body was shaking and at times it was all Faith could do to keep the toy in the hole.

With Buffy’s explosive movements Faith could feel her own lust was rising as the strap-on rub hard against her slit with each thrust.

"Christ" she suddenly cried and fell backwards, her long hair sweeping back as her back arched, sending sodden rivulets of sweat arcing through the air. Faith’s breath came in sudden quick bursts, as she struggled to get her lungs, and the rest of her body, back under her control from the explosive orgasm she’d just had.

"Swap holes," Darla pulled the cock from Buffy’s mouth.

Free to speak, Buffy did so, "Good idea."

By the time Faith staggered to her feet, Darla was already in position. Faith watched as her friend eased the strap-on into her lover’s ass, with the hole already gaping from Faith’s fucking, it went it easily. Buffy gasped, "Oh that’s so good."

Faith again felt a stab of jealousy as Buffy groaned with excitement. She pushed it down by deciding the best way to manage it was to make sure Buffy couldn’t make a sound. She quickly skipped round to the blonde’s front and guided her cock forward. Buffy briefly licked her lips and then opened her mouth wide to accommodate the dildo. Faith pushed it in far enough that Buffy was unable to speak, but not so far that she was going to choke. Looking down she, saw that Buffy’s eyes were locked into hers, their corners creased as she tried to smile. Faith felt her stomach flutter, she gently rocked back and forth, allowing Buffy’s tongue to play with the recently used dildo.

Feeling a pair of hands grip at her waist Faith turned round. Emmy had slid off the sofa and was behind Faith. Even as the Slayer watched the teen’s head moved forward and Faith could feel her tongue starting to probe between her ass cheeks.

"It’ll work better if you use your hands to pull them apart. You’ll be able to go deeper," Faith suggested.

The teen did as she suggested. Faith felt Emmy’s smooth hands gently pry apart her cheeks. Her tongue slid onto the top of Faith’s hole and she gave a whinny of pleasure as it probed down. She stopped rocking back and forth, allowing Emmy space and time to lick. She returned to looking at Buffy’s, the blondes eyes were still locked onto her and they were shining with joy.

Zoe had moved, so that was kneeling beside Darla. She was trying unsuccessfully to lick the dildo as it sped in and out of her Mom’s bottom, but Darla was moving to fast and too deep. She slowed down briefly, allowing Zoe to have a quick lick and then plunged it deep in to Buffy’s ass. She continued to do that for a few more minutes.

"Want to suck it properly," Darla pulled it out of Buffy completely as Zoe nodded so eagerly she looked like a head banger with a broken neck.

Even as Faith watched Darla stood up and pushed the cock into Zoe’s mouth. The teen struggled forward gulping down as much as she could, until she was almost gagging. Darla moved back and forth, as Zoe sucked her dildo clean. She withdrew it with a pop of air and replaced the soaking toy in Buffy’s butt, causing Buffy to spring forward and suck deeper on Faith’s cock.

Sweat, jizz and spit slid on the floor and encased the six women’s bodies. Faith could see that Buffy was starting to tire, so she pulled out the cock and moved over to the sofa. Emmy joined her, as did a few seconds later Zoe. Faith put her arms round their shoulders and was gratified that as she hugged them close both went down and started to lick at her titties.

She continued to watch Buffy as the Milf screamed out in another round of orgasms. Rivulets of sweat were dropping from her body and she let out a shriek of "I’m cumming," before collapsing face down on top of Amy.

Faith shook herself free of the two teens and bent down to pick Buffy up. The blonde was slippery with juice and perspiration, but she was smiling.

"My God, Faith, that was fantastic," she murmured.

Faith leant down and gently kissed her lips, "It was, B. Now let’s get you cleaned up before dinner."

*

The demon beat at the plastic glass. Giles didn’t even flinch, it would take more strength than even the demon possessed to break through, and in the unlikely event it did, the two Slayers beside him would deal with the demon with no difficulty whatsoever.

A bright red gas filtered into the demon’s cell. Its hammerings got weaker and weaker, until eventually it slumped to the floor. There was a whirr of an extractor fan and the sleeping gas was sucked back into the vents. Giles pulled a small tool box from his pocket before typing a code into a keypad on the cell door. It slid open and the two Slayers followed him into the cell.

Bending over the demon Giles pulled a syringe from the box. The demon was snoring peacefully, personally Giles would have preferred it to be writhing in terror from nightmares, but the gas wasn’t so perfect it could do that yet. He looked in revulsion at the bulbous form beside him, all warts and puss. Some people claimed it wasn’t dangerous – Ragni demons had never hurt anyone so they claimed. But Giles knew better; it was a demon and by it’s very existence a threat to humanity.

Giles thrust the syringe into the creatures neck. It started slightly and Giles tensed, but then it gave a snort and a peaceful smile enveloped its ugly features as it continued to dream. There were too many bleeding hearts, Giles thought, people who wanted a peaceful co-existence with demons. Oh, they wanted the ones they thought were dangerous destroyed, but not those that didn’t attack humans. It was the thin end of the wedge – allow any demons to exist and they would spread, until there were enough of them to overwhelm the Slayers and take back a world that had once been there own.

Taking out a scanner, Giles ran it over the sleeping demon’s body. There was a steady beep, showing that the control transmitter was working. It gave Giles no pleasure to control the demons and make them attack humans, but without these attacks people would have forgotten what demons were like. There had already been mutterings that the Slayers had too much power, mutterings dropped since the attacks. But, Giles knew they would have to continue controlling the demons, and ensuring they continued to attack humans. At least until everyone was so sure of their danger that they would never forget it. It was a sad necessity.

He stood up and walked out the cell, followed by the Slayers. Outside Willow was waiting, "Another one ready?" she asked.

Giles nodded, "Have you got a target for the weekend?"

Willow nodded as they began to walk down the corridor, "I’ve identified a police station just outside Chicago. If the police can’t protect themselves, who can but the Slayers. Anyway I’ve never been to Chicago before, I’ve booked myself and Kennedy a five star hotel."

There was a nod from Giles; it seemed a good choice.

"And Buffy?" he asked.

"We’re getting closer. We’ve identified the town she’s hiding in, just not where she is. But we’ve got tabs on Dawn. Did you know they brought back Tara?" the last sentence came out of the blue and Giles was momentarily silent.

"I suspected they would have done. Amy’s a powerful sorceress, but against you she’d need help. Tara would be a perfect choice. I didn’t want to say, though – with you and Kennedy…"

There was a nod from Willow and a faint smile crossed her lips, "It was a long time ago and Tara and me had finished even then. Don’t worry I won’t let my old relationship get in the way of what needs to be done."

Giles paused at his office door, "As soon as you’ve identified where Buffy is bring in Tara and Dawn; it’s too much of a risk leaving them out in play."

"One final thing – we’ve identified the traitor."

Giles smiled, "It seems everything is tipping in our favour, but don’t bring her in yet. We may find her a use."