His Worth

Title: His Worth
Author: sluggie
Contact: sluggie@earthlink.net
Rating: NC-17
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Spike grunted as he was plowed into from behind, his face smashed up against the brick wall. Pungent fumes of day old garbage wafted through the air from nearby dumpsters. Big calloused hands held his hips immobile as he gritted his teeth at the pain. Getting fucked up the ass in a dark smelly alley, while out of the ordinary for most folks, was nothing new for him. Nameless, faceless men with cash to spare. Anything can be had for a price. The burly man behind Spike howled out his release and after several moments withdrew from Spike’s well-used hole, discarding the used condom carelessly to the ground. Spike flinched briefly and then reached down and gathered his jeans to pull back up, then turned around. The john was gone, thankfully. Spike wasn’t much for the cuddly feely’s after a hard coring.
With his newly acquired fifty bucks in tow, he swaggered out of the alley and onto the busy street to await the next fifty. His sore ass could only hope the next john would just want a blow.

Buffy aimlessly drove through the streets of Sunnydale looking for nothing or no one in particular. The 23 year old beauty had just received and accepted a substantial six-figure salary job offer with one of the cities most prestigious brokerage firms at their ritzy cocktail party tonight.
Anyone else would have been elated but Buffy knew the only reason she had the job was due to her millionaire business tycoon father. No one hired a barely out of college, no experience young woman for that kind of job without strings being pulled.
Of course, Buffy accepted the offer. “Wouldn’t want to upset Daddy, now would we?” she thought.
Buffy had a radiant smile and you would never know to look at her the sadness behind that smile. The money, mansions, clothes and cars were all lovely and she appreciated it all and knew of her good fortune, “oh but for the grace of God...” she told herself. She didn’t take her station in life for granted but it didn’t mean she was happy either. She was simply, exhausted. She spent her entire life conforming to what he father wanted her to be, think, feel and say. Buffy no longer knew who she actually was. She was never allowed to be just Buffy. She had to get the best grades, join every extra-curricular activity, join this country club, and be a member of that organization. She was living her father’s life, and not her own. He wouldn’t even allow her to date like a normal girl. It could only be those pretentious pricks he picked out for her that either made her want to vomit or die from boredom or both.
Buffy needed something for her own. Something wild, fun, exciting and just a little bit dangerous. So caught up in her thoughts she didn’t even notice the red light nor the man walking across the crosswalk until she felt the “oomph” of impact. She instinctively slammed on her brakes. She saw a flash of bleached blonde hair and black leather fly into the air and slam back down against the pavement.
Eyes closed tightly, she began breathing heavily, “oh my God…oh my God!” she said out loud, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white.
Shaking off her daze, she thought, “I’ve got to help him”. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of her pink jeep.
She ran to the front of the car to see a figure lying on the pavement. “Are you OK? Oh my God, I’m so sorry”
Bending over to try and assist the injured man just at the same time he was attempting to stand up, she crashed her forehead right into his.
“Bloody ‘ell! You crazy bint! You already tried to kill me once, are you trying to finish the job now?” he screamed at her.
Rubbing her injured forehead, she took time to get a better look at him. Maybe it was a concussion because not only was this the most beautiful gorgeous man she haer ler laid eyes on, she could tell he was “just a little bit dangerous” her prior thought popped into her mind. And that accent could melt ice. This was definitely not the kind of guy a girl took home to Daddy.
Coming out of her thoughts she realized he was still cursing and trying to get up but having a difficult time due to an apparent injury on his leg.
“Didn’t you see the bloody red light?? Was I not crossing at the crosswalk?” he questioned.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, she repeated. “Let me take you to the hospital. You look hurt”
He looked at her incredulously, “yeah you stupid bint, you just ran my ass over with your Barbie mobile. Fancy that, me being ‘urt?” he rolled his eyes.
She was trying to help him but becoming more and more exasperated at his ranting and raving like a lunatic.
“Look, Mister, I said I was sorry so stop talking with all those British words so I don’t know what you’re saying mean to me!”
“Bloody Yanks” was his reply and then a “No ‘ospitals”
“Uhh let’s try again. I’m Buffy. Buffy Summers. I can pay for your hospital bills if that’s what you’re worried about” she glanced at his torn jeans, threadbare t-shirt, scuffed boots and extremely well-worn leather jacket all of which had seen better days, “yeah 100 years ago” she thought.
Spike noticed her appraisal of him and zeroed in on what she was thinking.
“I don’t need your fucking charity, Goldilocks!”
“Why, I never!” Buffy sputtered.
“By the looks of you and what I am sure is a rod stuck up your tight ass, I’ll bet!” he retorted.
“You...You...You big dumb bully!” she gasped out not knowing what to say to him.
Spike was finally able to maneuver himself upright and he leaned against the hood of Buffy’s jeep. He had a cut on his eyebrow and a gash on his leg but nothing appeared to be broken.
“I said no ‘ospitals, pet. Just get me to a drugstore so I can get some supplies to clean myself up”, Spike finally said.
“What? You expect me to help you now after what you said to me? I thought you didn’t want my charity? She grilled him.
“Look, Betty…I’m bleeding all over ‘ere. Some sympathy for the man with a gash on his ‘ead and leg?”
“It’s Buffy. You never told me who you were”
“I’m nobody, luv” he replied as he limped around to the passenger side of the jeep and proceeded to climb in.
“Well come on, Bitsy!” he yelled out the window.
“She came around and got in the drivers side. “It’s BUFFY, Mr. Nobody. B. U. F. F. Y”
‘Well, Buffy” he enunciated hard on the F’s, “there’s a drug store a few blocks from here, “Smith’s, you know where that is? You don’t look like you’re from around ‘ere”
“Umm...not exactly, you’ll have to tell me how to get there”
“Oh, I’ll tell you how to get there alright.” He said salaciously.
Spike sideways glanced at Buffy as she started the engine and pulled away. “Damn, she is the most irritating chit I’ve ever met”, he thought. “And the most beautiful” subcsubconscious chimed in.
As he gave her directions she tried to stay calm sitting in such close proximity to him. He smelled like tobacco and whiskey and leather and if she knew what sex smelled like, that too. Pure decadence.
She smells like vanilla and soap thought Spike as his eyes wandered down from her face to her small but full breasts encased in her expensive white silk blouse. Down to her knee length black skirt and long legs in the sheerest of stockings to her small feet wearing black pumps. She looked and smelled like money.
A block from the drug store, red and blue lights flashed and a siren started behind them. Buffy glanced in her rearview mirror. She hadn’t done anything that would be considered a traffic violation she thought. Well if you don’t call the injured man to her right who she just ran over a traffic violation.
She pulled over to the curb.
“What the fuck are you doing?” yelled Spike.
“What does it look like Einstein? I’m getting pulled over by the cops!”
“Just great. Just bloody fucking fantastic” he gritted out.
”Sheesh. I don’t see what YOUR problem is. I’M the one getting pulled over.”
The officer approached her vehicle.
“Ma’am, could you and your passenger step out of the vehicle?”
“Why Officer...” she looked at his tag “Officer Finn? Was I doing something wrong?”
“Just step out of the car”
Nervously she did as she was told. Spike sighed and drug himself out too.
“Well, Well, Well look what we have here...if it isn’t good old Spike. Alright, you know the drill. Spread em’ boy and pretend not to like it as much as I know you do”
“Right, you big poofter” Spike spat back at Officer Finn.
“What’s going on here?” Buffy said “Are you a criminal? Your name is Spike? Spike? Oh my god. I picked up a criminal named Spike” she gasped not realizing how her words would be taken.
“Ok, you too Miss. Up against the car, turn around.” Finn said.
“What? No this is some kind of BIG misunderstanding...see...”
“Yeah...save it honey... out to spend a little of Daddy’s money on this assface, huh? I just don’t see it. Why everyone thinks you’re so hot, Spike boy. Jesus, you look like your pimp beat you up. What happened to your face? Well at least you’re moving up in the world. Must be quite a treat to go from your little faggot johns to this pretty little gal.” Finn shook his head and cuffed Spike.
“What? You’re gay? Yougay gay AND a criminal? I picked up a gay criminal named Spike???” Buffy was nearing panic now.
Spike had had just about enough of this silly chit’s mouth so he decided to play this situation for all that it was worth.
“Well, luv, you did say that was what you wanted right? See me and my pal give it to each other good while you watched, then joined in? Oh don’t try and act all ‘oity toity now, pet. The nice officer knows exactly what you picked me up for”
Buffy’s face was red and she was fuming.
As Finn cuffed her, she started to tear up, “no. please. I was only taking him to the drugstore to get some stuff.”
“Yeah, condoms” Spike sniped as Finn pushed him into the backseat of the patrol car.
“NO…no.no.he is lying”
“Come on lady…I wasn’t born yesterday.” Finn pushed her in by Spike.
‘What about my car?” Buffy cried.
“They’ll impound it”
He got in the drivers seat and pulled away headed for the local stationhouse.
Buffy glared at Spike.
‘You are a hooker? Or a whore? A man-whore? A, whatever they call men who do what you do? Oh my god. I picked up a hooker. Oh god. Oh god. I’m getting arrested. My dad is going to kill me.” Buffy huffed out.
“Breath luv, you’re going to ‘yperventilate.” Don’t worry, johns usually just have to post bail, pay a fine and you’ll be out within a few ‘ours.”
“What? Johns? Bail? Hours? They think I’m a john? A johnette? You tell them I was not picking you up SPIKE” she screamed.
Spike remained silent and looked out the window.
Buffy was still talking; did the bint never shut up? He thought.
“Oh my god. You have sex with men. You have sex with other men for money” she said in the most disgusted tone and looked at him like he was a piece of dirt under her shoe. Whatever sympathy he had for her that would have propelled him to stop this charade faded with that look. If he was going to jail, so was she. After all the bloody bitch had nearly killed him.
“Welcome to my world, bitch. Now you better shut the fuck up or I’ll make you shut up” he leaned in to her menacingly. He would never let her see the hurt or shame under the anger in his eyes so he looked away again.
Buffy gulped and figured she better do just that. He did not look like he was playing with a full deck.
The rest of the ride to the station was in silence with both of them looking out opposite windows.