Private Dance

Title: Private Dance

Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)

Summary: Sequel to “Solo Dance.” AU with Faith as the Slayer. Will Faith become the “First” for Buffy the Private Dancer? You know it!

Rating: NC-17 (Contains graphic depiction of girl-on-girl action)

Pairing: F/B Reference to B/A (Angel is not a vampire)

Cameo: Riley works at the strip club.

Dedication: Electra, for being the first one to feature my fics on their website and for all the “happy” times you’ve given me through your fics. Thanks girl_friend!! ;)

Beta: Val, my mentor.

Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. You know who owns them. I’m just borrowing and taking them out for some fun.

A/N: I apologize for taking forever to continue this dance series. I got a little burnt out and had to step away; but now I’m refreshed and back with a vengeance.

If you haven’t read the previous three parts in the series, you might want to before reading this one. ;) Thanks to all of you reading and providing feedback. Enjoy.




Buffy’s POV

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Faith. It’s probably only been about three weeks but it feels like months. I’m missing her terribly. We’ve gone out a few times since that night at the Cherry bar, but nothing really happened other than me drooling over her and wetting my panties. And yes, I did start wearing those pantiliners whenever we got together. She’s just been the perfect gentlewoman around me.

That nothing part isn’t exactly true; we’ve kissed plenty of times but she always seems to break away whenever it gets heated. Then once we get on the phone, she turns into a cat in heat and starts to get off. We spoke every night and would get into these lengthy phone conversations with unbelievably hot phone sex during our month-long courtship. She was the last person I spoke to before going to sleep and the first person in my thoughts when I woke up.

I really don’t understand her. I know she wants me and she knows I’m interested, but whenever we see each other, she puts up these walls and distances herself. All I want to do is wrap myself around her and never let go.

Lately, things haven’t been the same with her. She stopped returning my calls and the last few times we spoke on the phone, our conversation would be cut short by one thing or another. It almost seems like she’s been avoiding me.

Did I do something wrong? Did I come on too strongly for her? Maybe she found someone else. What was I thinking anyway? No one ever wants a REAL relationship with a stripper. Besides, Faith doesn’t seem the type to ever be serious with anyone. I probably got too attached and scared her away.

Going to work hasn’t been the same either. I don’t know how much longer I can mask my feelings and continue to entertain others when I only want to be with her. I’ve never felt this way before. When I was with Angel, I was able to separate my feelings for him and my job. But with Faith, it’s different.

I only want HER to see my goods and be the only person I go rubbing myself on. As you can probably guess, my tips have dropped considerably. I’m just not as flirty and friendly with the patrons as I was pre-Faith.

Riley, the coat check guy, has been giving me eyes again. That guy just can’t take no for an answer. I should just come right out and tell him he’s not my type. Faith has become my type and no one else. I never thought I could have such strong feelings for someone I just met, let alone for another woman. But since I haven’t seen her in weeks, I’m not so sure if she’s interested anymore.

I begin my shift and my boss tells me that I’ve been booked for the night in the private room. I’m feeling kind of anxious because I’ve never had to work the private room before. Usually the sexier, more voluptuous girls get those gigs. I’m not saying that I can’t be sexy. I can be plenty sexy and hold my own against those fake over-inflated boob girls. My little twins are “au naturale” thank-you-very-much, and I’m proud of it.

It’s just that I hear so many horror stories from the girls about the private parties sometimes getting out of hand. Most of the time it’s a bachelor party with a group of obnoxious guys or sometimes it’s with some rich guy wanting a private dance with his favorite dancer. Fortunately, we’ve got safety precautions for the girls and carry personal alarms just in case a client gets a little too touchy. Our bouncers will be in there within minutes to break up the party and kick the guys out for breaking the rules.

There’s no time for me to get out of the engagement or trade with one of the other girls. I just know my heart isn’t going to be in it. Damn, I have less than ten minutes to get ready for it. I run into the dressing room to pick out an outfit and change.

I just barely have time to put on a little make-up before being called to go. I take one last look at myself while standing by the door, and then let out a deep sigh before finally opening it. I quietly step through the threshold into the dark, stuffy room. Everything is dimly lit but I can make out a round bed taking up most of the space in the tiny room. The dark red bedcovering and black walls make me nauseous at the suggestiveness. I just can’t do any private dance for anyone, not the way I feel for Faith, the way my heart longs for her. She has been in my thoughts incessantly and my workplace has become a constant reminder of the lap dance I gave her.

Not even taking a good look at the client in the room, I turn on my heel and head for the door as fast as I can. I just didn’t want to do this anymore. I had to quit.

“Buffy?” A familiar voice stops me in my tracks.

I slowly turn around and blink hard trying to focus through the dim light.