Spike sat with his body turned towards
her, and Buffy drew her legs up underneath her. They were on the sofa, both nursing a mug of tea.
my best friend, and she was with Oz. He was in a band, they were good, too. Angel always wanted fame, so he used to hang around,
always asking Oz questions. I used to like it, not because he was a great conversationalist or anything, it just made me feel
less of a gooseberry. Then the prom came up, and he asked me to go with him, and then we started dating. To the movies, the
Bronze…I didn’t want anything ‘heavy’. I just wanted to keep it light, but, well…he could be
very………intense sometimes. Then my mom became ill, and I used to spend most of my free time with her at the
hospital, or if she was allowed home, I didn’t want anybody around. He’d started auditioning for bands, and we
just drifted apart. Quite frankly, I was surprised when he got into the ‘Sharks’, he couldn’t sing a note!
If somebody used to put a song on the jukebox, and he started to sing, we used to tell him to shut up. Seeing him today, I
don’t know what I ever saw in him!”
Spike smiled and they sipped their tea.
He was thinking the same thing.
“So, what about you…broken
loads of girls hearts, I bet!” Buffy teased, and she was intrigued to see Spike suddenly look a little…sad? Whatever
it was, it made her want to just hold him. He had a little boy lost look only for a second or two, but it made him look vulnerable.
She could tell he’d been hurt.
“....so, we were always together.
Our families lived on grand estates next door to one another. My father had received a knighthood for his services in the
Army, while Dru’s father was born into nobility. We always played together as children, went to the same schools, university.
It was inevitable I suppose. Everybody thought...well, took it for granted really, that we’d end up together. Her mother
had always had mental health problems, and it seemed that, unfortunately, Dru followed suit. She was always highly strung.
Then she got in with the ‘wrong crowd’, didn’t need me anymore…and we broke up. It hadn’t been
much of a relationship the last eighteen months really…more me taking care of her, when she’d let me, that is,
which seemed less and less. She’d get herself into some serious shit, drugs or protesting, vandalizing property, her
and her friends antics got more and more dangerous, and it would all come crashing down around her ears. Then she’d
come running back to me to pick up the pieces.”
“She thought of you as her safety
net?” Buffy said, and Spike nodded.
“Yes. I always did my best in the
past, but then I spoke to Charles, that’s her father, Lord Netherbourne, and he said that perhaps it was about time
for some tough love, making her see sense, making her take some responsibility for her own actions might just give her the
wake-up call she needed to get her life back on track. So, on his advice, I didn’t respond when she called the last
time. Eventually, she threw the mother of all tantrums, and she actually got onto the roof at the studios, threatened to throw
herself off. She said god and her mother had told her to do it…her mother had been dead for six years.”
“Oh god, that must have been so
hard for you!” Buffy felt such a wave of sympathy for Spike, she got that feeling of just wanting to hold him, again…
“It was...but I realized that I
couldn’t help her anymore, and by even trying, I’d end up doing more harm than good. So I let go. She was diagnosed
as a paranoid schizophrenic, just like her mother. The authorities talked her down off the roof, and she was taken to hospital.
When she was well enough, she went back to England. That was nearly two years ago now. In the middle of it all, that old boyfriend
of yours, Angel O’Connor, he used her to get to Aphrodite Records, got her to get Sweetly to sign up his band…bunch
of useless prats…sorry, but that’s why I never liked him – that and the fact that they were a talentless
bunch of wankers!”
Both smiled at this, then Spike looked
“I’m rambling – hell,
would you look at the time! And here I was, getting you home so you could have a good night’s rest!”
Buffy glanced at the wall clock, and was
surprised to see it had gone midnight. They’d been talking of their past relationships, previous jobs, and how things
suddenly change. Spike put the mug on the coffee table and stood up. “Will you be okay?”
Buffy smiled and nodded. “Fine.
Will a car pick me up in the morning?”
“Oh hell, I forgot to book one.
Look, as I’m coming with you, I’ll pick you up. I’ve got the security pass to drive straight in at Burbank
– so I’ll be here for you at…ten, it’ll take roughly half an hour to get there…ten, yes, ten
o’clock, will that be all right with you?”
Buffy nodded. “Will these
jeans be okay to wear?”
“Fine. As I say, Andrew and Larry
will dress you when you get there. Well, pet, I’ll be off. Sorry for keeping you up – I forget I can ramble sometimes.”
“Don’t be silly, I enjoyed
our talk. Oh, and thank you for the meal.”
Spike moved towards the front door, bent
and picked up another note that had been pushed through the mailbox, and put it with the pile already on the hall table.
“Missed one, there you go. Goodnight
then, pet, see you in the morning.” He briefly wondered whether to kiss her cheek or forehead. He wanted to kiss her
for real, but didn’t want to frighten her off…
Buffy came to the front door and smiled.
“See you in the morning then…um, drive carefully, won’t you?” She reached and squeezed his hand, and
Spike grinned, and squeezed gently back.
“Always do, pet…night-night.”
Buffy opened the door for him, and Spike went to go through, but turned back suddenly to face her. It invaded her ‘personal
space’, and they were practically nose-to-nose, but she didn’t shift. She looked at his mouth.
“Um… I, erm…you might
want to think about what you’d like to call your album.” He looked at her lips, which she moistened.
“ Okay…I will,” she
said, barely above a whisper. Neither of them moved, then Spike took the plunge, and kissed her cheek.
Buffy smiled. she’d held her breath,
hoping he was going to kiss her properly, and she was glad she was holding the door, as she was shaking slightly.
When Spike reached the bottom of the path,
he turned, waved once, and then got into his car and drove off.
Buffy closed and locked the door, leaning
with her back to it, smiling.
“Sorry, I forgot to tell you –
and her!” Anya said, laughing.
“Thanks a lot! I woke up being prodded
by the end of a sweeping brush, by this old Hispanic woman saying menacingly to me, (Jenny faked a bad Spanish accent) “Who
har you, heh? What har you do-ink in Miss Anya’s bed, tell me, I call poliss now- see, I ham phonings the 911!”
If Jenny was looking for sympathy, she
wasn’t getting any from her friend.
“Consuela, she is my little treasure!”
“She’s got a vicious prod,
I know that. Thank god Rupert knew her and explained he’d given me your key!”
“So, never mind about all that.
How did the date go?” Anya asked. Jenny could tell Anya was grinning.
“Date? – We haven’t
been on it yet, it’s tonight.”
“So, you didn’t have dinner
“I was in no fit state. I’d
flown from Boston to Chicago, then I got the Red-eye to LA…I don’t know what bloody planet I’m on yet…”
“So, dinner tonight. I recommend
“What do you mean, no – you
said the date was tonight.” Anya was frowning now, confused.
“’Tis, but we aren’t
going to dinner. I’ve got to work...I’m writing a piece for 'Men and Motor’s', about Big Truck racing, so
that’s where we’re going.”
“You’re taking Rupert Giles
“The Big Truck race, yes.”
“Oh. That’ll be fun,”
Anya said flatly.
It was no wonder Jenny hardly got any
Xander was mesmerized by the sight of
Harmony’s cleavage, which sort of kept bouncing before his eyes. She was sitting very close to him, talking animatedly.
“So, how about if we went and got
something to eat, and discuss my career? Xander…hello?”
“Huh?” He managed to drag
his eyes away from the golden twin mounds of her chest long enough to realize that he should be giving her some sort of answer.
“Eat? Discuss my career?”
“Now? – Um yeah! Yeah, great,
“Good. Your place?” She smiled,
her brows raised high.
“Yeah....oh, NO!" He made her jump,
shouting. "Um, no, sorry…my mother, wouldn’t... um, be in a……… very, good………
mood,” he said, stiltedly. Trying to make up an excuse, he gave her a little inane grin.
Harmony frowned. “Your mother?
You still live with your mother?”
“WHAT? NO! Ha-ha! Silly! The very
Inside, Xander was panicking.
“Then why wouldn’t she be
in a very...“ Harmony began.
Desperately trying to think of a good
lie to cover the truth, Xander spied one of Harmony’s vanity bags, covered in travel tickets.
“She...um...she’s just staying
at my place for a few days…she erm, she………f-f-flew in from, Dallas! - And she’d be tired. Don’t want to
wake her, you know, jet-lag, and all that.”
“Jet lag? From Dallas?” Harmony looked at him, still puzzled.
“Anyway, come on…shall we
go to yours – good, what do you fancy, Chinese? Pizza? My treat of course.” Xander had stood and hauled her to
her feet. It was all she could do to grab her purse and trot after him to keep up.
He’d started to sweat a little,
and he just hoped she hadn’t noticed. As they waited for the lift, Xander made a mental note to self, ‘get a place
of your own!’
With very shaky fingers, Dru tried to
‘pop’ her medication from its blister-pack. She had twelve tablets left, that was all, less than a weeks supply.
She’d have to find herself a doctor,
get registered…the thought filled her with dread. Strangers, asking questions, questions, why couldn’t they all
just leave her alone…wanting answers she didn’t know, always wanting, needing, taking from her, like leeches sucking
She began to claw and scratch at her arms.
She was cold…she felt sick, and panicky, the walls were closing in on her. Panting now, she’d dropped her tablets
on the floor, and dropped to her knees, scrabbling around for them.
She could hear crying, somebody was crying,
and when the tears dripped on the floor, she realized.....
It was her.
“Is he awake? Can I go through?”
Cecily asked Lorne, walking through Sweet’s lounge without stopping, heading straight for her lord and master's bedroom.
“Hold on Sweet-cheeks...I’ll
check if you if...“ Lorne began.
Cecily got to the door, smiled and said,
“No need…I’ll soon find out!” And she slipped into Sweet’s bedroom, and closed the door behind
The room was dark, the curtains were closed,
and the air was warm. Propped up against pillows so he could breath properly, Sweet was snoring soundly. The bedroom door
opened silently, and Lorne came in carrying an iced tea, and put it on the night-stand. He said nothing, and left.
Cecily bounce-sat on the bed, and like
a cheeky child, lifted the sleep-mask to his forehead.
come to see you!”
After a few grunts, a couple of mumbled
words and a loud fart, which had Cecily frowning, she gently shook Sweet by the shoulders. “Daddy………DADDY!
“Huh – what, who’s tha-“
“S’me Daddy! Your little Ceccy!”
Sweet focused on the girl and smiled,
made a playful grab at her and roared. Cecily shrieked with laughter as he ‘wrestled’ her to the bed. She leaned
up and kissed his leering mouth lightly, and he allowed her to sit up.
“Got something for you, Daddy…hot
off the press!” She took out two DVD cases from her purse and put them on the night-stand next to his tea.
“Got something for you, too!”
He whipped back the bedclothes to reveal a semi-hard on.
“Ooh, Daddy! You are naughty, what
shall I do with that, eh?” She closed her fingers around it, and began to pump him, firmly but slowly, hoping he could
keep his erection.
“That good Daddy?”
He didn’t reply, just pulled her
head down to his lap. Taking the hint, Cecily began to lick and suck him off. Five minutes was all it took, and his whole
body stiffened as he came, his watery emission flooded her mouth, and she swallowed.
“There!” She made a play of
wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and Sweet sat up.
“My little girl come for her treats,
“Oh, yes please, Daddy…and
I’ve got some news for you too, good news!”
“Guess who’s back in town…she
used to be your favorite! Well, after me of course!”
“Dru? Drusilla’s back?
When? And why hasn’t she come to see me?”
“She only flew in day before yesterday,
very late, she’s still sleeping off the jet-lag…she’ll come and see you real soon, I promise!”
“Bring her to the party on Friday.”
“Ooh, Daddy! We’re having
a party? What’s the celebration?”
“Scooped the awards at the Indie
Radio Awards…after-show party…. it’ll be just like old times…” Sweet grinned and fondled her
breast, and Cecily clapped her hands, grinning like an excited child.
“Want some of this?” Xander
held out the container on stir-fried beef with straw mushrooms to Harmony.
“Ooh, no thanks, it’s meat!”
“Oh, right. Hold on though, isn’t
that chicken with ginger and green onion you’re eating?”
“Yes, but its not real meat,
not like Kentucky Fried chicken meat,” Harmony reasoned, crunching on a prawn cracker.
Xander frowned; he couldn’t work
that one out, so he decided to let it go.
Making themselves comfy on the sofa, Harmony
had put one of her pop compilation DVD’s into the player.
“Right. Now, I want you to watch
this, then compare it to the other ones I’m going to show you, okay?”
“Okay!” Xander said, happily
Two hours later, one glassy eyed Xander
was listening to a still-perky-as-a-six-year-old-on-a-sugar-high Harmony.
“………and if you
remember how short my skirt was in the ‘Rag Doll’ video, I got slammed for that in the press, but it was VERY
popular, sold more copies than ‘The Sunshine Song.’ The video was popular for that, though I think my skirt blew
up when I was on the swing…did I show you that? – Anyway, forget that, if you see the next video, when I wear
the Daisy Dukes, and I bend over…but well, when I do the shows, the dads always say they like that bit and...."
“Harmony!” Xander said desperately.
“Can we not watch any more....Pookie?”
Xander asked, looking her in the eye.
Harmony grinned, and ran her fingers through
“Yes! You’re my little Pookie-Bear!
So, do you want to see the Christm- hmm mmm………hmm……… oh!”
In a desperate attempt to shut her up,
Xander kissed her. He leaned over her, broke the kiss and looked at her.
Well, she hadn’t slapped his face;
that was good.
“Shall we leave the videos off now,
“Will you talk to Mr Sweetly for
Xander frowned. He was hoping the kiss
would have had an ‘effect’ on her, but he sat up, and Harmony did so too.
“Well…I suppose I could,”
he said, rather flatly.
“I want a change of image…I’d
be ever so grateful.”
Xander turned to face her, thinking it
was time for a bit of bullshit. “Well, it won’t be easy of course…”
“But I’d be ever so, EVER
so grateful…” She shifted a little closer, and Xander spied her boobs again, and it put him off his thoughts.
um…see, the...er, um…”
She was kissing him now, and Xander felt his spine turn to jelly.
She knelt up, pushed him right back on
the sofa, and then lay on top of him...and every last thought left his head.....
Sweetly got up off the bed, went
to a wall cabinet and opened it. Selecting a case, he took it out and handed it to Cecily.
“Um, Daddy…I need a little
extra…I’ve got a guest now, remember?”
“You can have more treats, when
she comes to see me.”
“Okay, Daddy…well, this little
birdie must fly…I’ll see you on Friday. I take it we’re at the usual place, the Cobra?”
Sweetly picked up the DVD’s Cecily
had bought for him.
“Of course…the back room,
naturally,” he said, putting a disc into the player.
“Bye then Daddy, have fun………oh,
you’ll REALLY like this one, it’s a three way. I’ve got one underneath me, one behind me, and one in my
She put the DVD case Sweetly had given
her into her purse and, kissing him on the cheek, she left.
“Bye Lorne. See you Friday. Hey,
guess who’s back in town?”
“Who's that, cup-cake?”
“Really? She all shiny new
“Well…getting there. Must
run, see ya, bye!"
Buffy raised one leg out of the fragrant
bubbly water, soaped it lavishly with a lather filled sponge, and then did the other leg. Smiling to herself, she lay back,
day-dreaming about the almost kiss she’d had…
“ULP – (cough) ugh…oh
(cough, cough) oh god…oh…THAT’LL teach me to fall asleep in the bath!”
Buffy sat up with a start, sluiced water
and bubbles from her face and coughed again. She stood and pulled the plug, then quickly dried off and went to bed, after
setting the clock for 8.30am.
“Morning Willow...sorry I didn’t
call last night, but I got in too late!... anyway, I’ve got a cell phone now, so if you need me, this is the number………and
um, you may want to check out the guest on tonight’s Ethan Raine show, you might just know her, bye!”
Buffy put the phone down after leaving
her friend the message and she began to check through the mail, still smiling.
Spike came dead on time to pick her up,
and she was all smiles when he did. They drove to the studios in Burbank, chatting, and Buffy showed no trace of nerves.
“So, kitten, you all excited, you’re
first proper interview?”
Buffy’s tummy flipped when Spike
called her ‘kitten’ and she beamed. “I can’t believe it’s me – it’s happening
to me! I’m going to be on TV! Oh, and I had a bill this morning, well, I should say another bill, and instead
of wanting to rip it up or hide it, I actually smiled at it! Now I don’t have to worry about money. That reminds me,
I MUST deposit that check in my account. There’s a branch downtown, I need some cash too.”
“Okay, pet, after the show. Meanwhile,
if you need anything, just ask, that’s what I’m here for.” Spike glanced at her for a second, but then he
concentrated on the road again.
“Great, I will!”
She settled back in her seat, really looking
forward to the day.
just like to take this opportunity to thank you for all the lovely feedback we’re getting, we’re blown away that
you are enjoying it as much as we are writing it! – Oh, and thanks also to the lovely Jen and Patty for putting up with
us! - Kings of Mercia –
(Yes, as you can imagine, it's a hellish experience putting up with five
good looking and talented men like this, but, heck, someone has to do it!.......Patty and Jen)
the symbols ** ** with words between indicate thoughts.
was taken straight to make-up when she got into the studios and Spike began to explain what was going to happen.
love, the director will start the countdown ‘til were ‘on air’. He'll say five, four, but do the rest of
the count just with his fingers, then point to Ethan. You’ll hear the signature tune, the audience will be clapping,
and then he’ll introduce the guests. He’s got a chef in the studio today, so Ethan will introduce you, chat, then
it will cut to the chef to do his bit, commercials, come back, taste what the chef has cooked then you’ll sing the song
– all right? – Any questions?”
he introduces me, will I come out from behind a screen or something, or from back stage?”
no. As you are the only guest, apart from the chef, you’ll be sitting on the sofa already. He’ll introduce you,
the camera will pan across and you can wave if you like, say hello...”
nodded, then she heard the commotion, and Spike grinned and said, “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of um…these
two. I’ll be in the green room watching okay? – Remember, just be yourself, be natural, they’ll love you!”
smiled and nodded, Spike winked at her.
have we here then...'Buffy'! What kind of a name is – ooohh! Woo hoo! Hello, tiger!” Andrew flounced in, looking
at Buffy through the mirror. He spied Spike, and pouted and flashed his eyes at him, giving him a little wave.
was Larry’s comment at Andrew, and Buffy began to giggle. Spike had gone red and made a swift exit.
coz I saw him first! So...you’re Buffy?”
grinned and nodded
Andrew, and he is Larry, the one with NO finesse, NO sense, and NO – OW!”
is the one wearing his bollocks as earrings IF he carries on. What size are you, chick…6?” Larry said without
looking at her. Buffy couldn’t stop giggling.
got a giggler…right, ooh, you won that show…ahh, that nice song waiting for your solider boy was it? So pet…any
ideas as to what you want to wear?”
trust her pet!” Larry motioned with his head towards Andrew
you see what he did to Cindy-Lou McGraw at the Grammy’s? She...“
it! She looked perfectly fine in that pink Vera Wang when she was blonde, then she dyed her hair black. Now she looks like
Morticia from the Addams family!” Andrew was studying Buffy from all angles, turning her around, and squinting at her.
excuses…” Larry said, holding various colour cards against Buffy’s cheek
about you?! YOU put Wes Price in Ugg boots! I mean…I ask you...”
looked up at Buffy, and batted his eyes at her.
was winter, it was New York, it was snowing and he was wearing a fur coat! What SHOULD I have put him in, Manolo’s?”
was still smiling when the two disappeared into a huge walk-in wardrobe, still bickering.
no notice of those two…close your eyes,” the make-up girl said to Buffy, whisking a large brush with translucent
face powder over her face.
they are, right. When you’re dressed, I’ll do your lipstick, I want to see what colour they’ve put you in,
just come back in here.”
“Coming!” Buffy went through to the next room.
think I should be worried…!” Larry said, but both men were smiling.
Buffy asked seriously.
I totally agree with her! Colour, style AND dress..oh god! There goes my career!”
raised his arm and rested his head on his forearm in a mock-tragic gesture, making Buffy giggle again.
her on with the dress, a simple Catherine Hamnett coatdress in a mid green, and shoes to match. Buffy looked in the mirror
and thought that she’d suddenly grown six inches taller, and gasped.
I look so much taller!”
like it pet?” Larry asked. "You look stunning!"
and turning from side to side, Buffy said, “No, I LOVE it!”
have been MADE for you, treasure!” Andrew said.
looked at the two of them, standing there. There was a loud wolf-whistle, and she turned to see Spike leaning against the
doorjamb. Andrew got all flustered, Larry rolled his eyes and Buffy’s heart skipped a beat.
like?” She did a twirl.
nice, kitten – stunning in fact! Here, I thought that you might want to look at the questions Ethan has lined up for
sweetness, we’ll be off…see you soon!” Andrew and Larry collected their books and colour charts and made
bye, and...um...thank you!”
smouldered a look at Spike as he passed, but Spike only had eyes for the beautiful blonde girl in front of him.
wants to do my lipstick…what time are we recording?”
looked at his watch. “We’ve got about three-quarters of an hour yet, want to go through these?” He waved
you mind? – I think I’d feel better knowing what’s going to be asked.”
I swear, if he called ME kitten, he’d hear me purr!” Andrew said to Larry as they walked down the corridor.
if!” Larry rolled his eyes.
‘girl’ can dream, can’t she?” Andrew pouted and sighed
wanted to see Rupert’s reaction to the thing she was about to give him to eat. She knew, obviously, that he was a man
of refined tastes; he didn’t own one of the best restaurants in California for nothing.
passed her first ‘test’ by not wearing tweed or cavalry twill to their unusual first date, which is what she thought
might be his idea of ‘casual' Istead, he'd come in jeans and a sweatshirt, topped off with a leather jacket.All
he looked at this like it was dog-shit in a bun, then he’d 'fail'.
you go, one chilli-dog.I put everything on it” She handed him the napkin wrapped snack.
a qualm, Rupert bit into it, and chewed thoughtfully, then he said, "Didnt know you could get anything as unhealthy as this
in California! Mind you, not as good as the ones I've had in New York."
burst out laughing. He'd passed with flying colors!
just as Spike described it to her; the sound man and director stood by the right hand camera man,the audience was whispering,
and Buffy sat waiting on the couch.
people...silence!" The audience hushed, the ‘On Air’ red light came up, and the sound man got ready with
the board saying ‘APPLAUD’ .
got his cue from production, and crouched by the camera.
rolling…and ready, in……… FIVE, FOUR,”
gestured the three, two, one, and pointed to Ethan. The signature tune started and the sound man held up the board telling
the audience to clap. They dutifully did, giving a few cheers too. The tune faded away, and Ethan did his opening piece to
hello!" He waited for the applause to die down "Thank you...today we have delights for all your senses. In the kitchen
we have Hot Chef Anton Blanc cooking up a storm for us – one of his ten-minute recipes from his new book ‘Meals
in Moments’ - smells wonderful Anton!”
clapped when the chef waved from the ‘kitchen’ area they had set up in the studio.
continued. “And hot-foot straight from the recording studios, we have the run-away winner of Search For a Star
– Buffy, ladies and gentleman!” The camera panned to her and she waved. The audience went
went and sat behind his desk, and they began to chat. They showed a clip of her reaction to winning the show, and Ethan
asked her about the song, what was the inspiration, how her life was changing. Buffy was just natural, no trace of nerves.
They came to the commercial break, and Buffy noticed Spike at the side of the stage. He grinned and gave her a double thumbs
up, and she grinned back.
the break, Buffy and Ethan stood by the kitchen, tasting the dish Anton had demonstrated and cooked, both proclaiming it delicious.
you cook, Buffy?” Anton asked her.
well, soup! And as long as the toaster doesn’t play up and stick I can make toast – hmm, this is delicious…try
this everyone, it’s great!” The audience laughed.
plugging the chef’s new book, Ethan introduced Buffy again and she sang her song.
closing credits, Ethan told the audience that the song would be available on Saturday. They whistled and cheered
as Buffy and Anton waved.
credits…off air…in five…four, three, two, ON AIR sign off… one, VT end rolling…and Cut –
that’s a wrap everybody – thankyou!”
came on set and Buffy turned to him. He was absolutely beaming at her. Gathering her up in his arms, he hugged
her saying, “You’re a complete natural! I’d have thought you’d been doing that for years!”
gave him a big hug back. Spike, quick on the uptake, kissed her cheek as well, giving her a squeeze. He didn’t remove
his arm from around her shoulders, and she didn’t from around his waist, when Ethan came over to them. He too was smiling.
I must congratulate you, Buffy. I’m always nervous about ‘first-timers’ – but you were terrific!”
she!” Spike said, pulling her close and hugging her again, and STILL neither of them had moved their arms…it felt
good, and, well, right!
think they want us to...um...move!” Buffy said. They walked off, as the stagehands were dismantling the set to
get it ready for the next show.
and Spike left the studio’s, and he drove her down- town to the bank so that she could deposit her cheque and get some
you have a date with a photographer now…” Spike said, as he pulled out into the traffic.
my clothes! I’ve left...“
kitten, I have them in a bag for you.”
thanks. Do I send these back? – Actually, I really love it! The shoes pinch a bit, but hey – I'll suffer for a
bit of fashion."
can keep it, love, you look sensational”
Buffy felt herself blushing.
that Andrew and Larry, they are a scream…!”
didn’t know what to do.
no, that was a lie, he did know, he just was wondering if he'd get his face slapped if he tried it.
he put his hand on Harmony’s shoulder, and pushed a little.
kissing him. "What?"
but, well, my back. It’s killing me on here.”
sorry!” She sat up, as did Xander. "Will you talk to Sweetly for me?" She used a wheedling tone and big 'puppy
knew that there was something he was supposed to do. “Sure!” Then it hit him – shit – that wasn’t
it! He was supposed to be playing hard-to-get!
sure, I mean, I’ll um, try. I’m not promising to er... well, what I mean is...I don’t know if there’s
anything I can say to, um..…you know, make him…see sense."
You know it makes sense – and you convinced Blondie Bear!”
Spike! ‘Cept...well, he’s not NOW…”
er, right, yeah…yeah I did, didn’t I…yup, clever old me…convincing Spike.”
Anyway, I better be going to bed now.”
Xander could still feel himself rock hard, a fact that would be evident if he stood up. “Um…Harmony?”
I...I mean, I don’t suppose I could…" Suddenly, a good idea hit him. "Ahhah! Oh! Ow! Ouch, ooh, the pain!”
what is it?”
it’s my back…ah, the sofa must have, ooh…I’ll be okay...in a minute...I hope...ooh, ahh…”
can I do? – Shall I call an ambulance?”
I mean, no, babe…no fuss…it’ll be okay soon. It comes and goes, you know…I just hope I’m not
crippled in the morning…having to sleep on the sofa at home.”
sleep on a sofa at home?” Harmony asked, surprised.
no, not usually – ouch – but my mother…”
right, your mother’s staying. Well, you can stay here in my bed!”
no, I couldn’t! – Where would YOU sleep?”
my bed! I know I’d be safe...after all, if you’ve got a bad back, you wouldn’t be able to get up to anything...well,
naughty now, would you?”
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! By the steaming great po full!**
no…I don’t suppose I would. Unless you were to go..“ Xander just stopped himself from blurting out the words
‘on top’, replacing them with, “…and get me a couple of aspirin, I think I can make it home.”
you sure Pookie? My big brave boy!”
fucking stupid brainless me**
all I’ve got is indigestion tablets………oh Pookie!”
in a sudden rush of sympathy clutched Xander’s head to her chest, running her fingers through his hair. His once
receding hard on was suddenly back with a vengeance…
just about been ready to stand up, and now he couldn’t.
am I hurting you? Oh, Pookie!” She clutched him to her with renewed fervour, making Xander’s eyes roll.
bluescreen is used so whatever image we want can be super-imposed on after,” Spike explained to Buffy.
wearing a long floaty dress, her hair down, and was standing in front of a large blue screen.
wind machine on!" the photographer called, and his assistant turned it on low. Buffy’s dress and hair gently billowed
out behind her, and after checking his light meter, the photographer took several shots.
you look down now love…that’s it” He took several more shots, and then he said, “Okay, run the fingers
of one hand through your hair………arm nearest me………that’s it, that’s it, hold
that…lovely – right I think that’s it”
machine was turned off.
ready in an hour, okay?”
nodded to the photographer, and he and Buffy took the opportunity to go for a coffee on the 6th floor.
pet, have you thought any on what you might want to call your album?” Spike asked as he put her coffee down in front
don’t know…one of the song titles, perhaps?”
that’s a good idea…any particular one? - Oh, thank you.” Spike had been handed several sheets of paper
by a messenger. He leafed through them, glancing briefly, then he smiled up at her.
thought that you’d..um, well, could help me choose?” Buffy played with the froth on the top of her cappuccino
with her spoon.
love to. Meanwhile…there’s a party you’ve been invited to. Company thing, hard to say no to, in fact, Sweet
wants to meet you, so…it’s Friday.”
I say, babe, you don’t say no really. How about we go together, huh?”
you’ve met Sweet, and we’ve stayed an hour, we could…well, if you like, we could go on somewhere –
if you wanted to that is. These parties sometimes get pretty rowdy see. Rack and his crowd…then there’s Gunn,
and his entourage…arguments about the type of music to be played…Gunn’s lot hates death metal, Rack’s
lot hates rap and hip-hop. NOBODY wants Harmony’s bouncy bubble-gum pop, and in the end we were all brain-dead from
smiled and said, “I’d like that.”
Spike smiled and looked back at the sheets he’d been given.
then...after this, we’ll go check over the photo’s, see it’s suitable and then hot-foot it over to the factory
and pick up the first copies of your song!”
– Oh…erm…” A messenger handed her four A4 size photographs, and asked, “Which one do you like?”
and Spike immediately chose the same one! Against the bluescreen, the photographer had super-imposed a beach at sunset, with
waves gently lapping on the shore, and a silhouette of Buffy, her hand running through her slightly billowing hair, looking
out to sea.
one…it’s perfect, like you’re looking out for someone across the sea…” Spike said.
Buffy readily agreed.
him number 2.” Spike handed the photos back and the messenger nodded and left.
it’s amazing what they can do! It looked like I’d really been there!"
smiled and started scribbling something down on the back of one of the sheets of paper in front of him.
wretched. She looked at the line of coke prepared for her by Cecily, trying to think rationally.
no-ones forcing you," Cecily said, "but that shit the doc’s got you on – it’s turned you into a zombie!
You’re obviously having no fun. And I’m not saying go back to the amount you used to do. Just a little toot now
and again, just to keep the...um…well, situation from becoming unbearable.”
he know I’m back?”
he wants to see you. He’s having a party on Friday.”
up big-eyed at Cecily. “He wants to see me? Even after what happened – do you think he’s forgiven
you were his favourite, right along with me. Anyway, he sent you flowers in hospital didn’t he?”
then bit her lip. She’d forgotten that Dru had been in such a state that she probably didn’t know if it was haircut,
harvest or Christmas time. The doctors had her so doped up at the beginning that she didn't seem to know her own name.
is yours. I’m going shopping, want to come?” Cecily busied herself about getting her purse and her shoes on, then
returned to Dru. “I’ll look after you, you can always stay here.” She glanced at the island counter
top and noticed the little line had gone, and Dru was sniffing and pinching her nose.
“That’s better, come on, I’ll treat you!”
girls went off to town, giggling like a couple of teenagers.
security door, Spike punched in a six-digit number. The door buzzed, then popped open. He pulled it wide and let Buffy go
pet, listen, can you hear what’s playing?” Spike asked, grinning at her.
song! Oh my god! It’s my song!”
is. Come on, this way!” Spike pushed open a fire door, and then opened a door marked ‘Production’.
Her song now echoed all over the huge factory floor.
within the yellow lines pet, coz the stacker trucks whiz along here piled high with crates to load the trucks.” Spike
pointed to the floor, and Buffy nodded, following him to a small office on the factory floor.
Spike said, and a woman with long dark hair and glasses, wearing a white lab coat, looked up from examining a picture.
How are you – I’ve just been faxed over the photo for the cover of the CD.”
I’m fine, thanks Fred; I’ve bought Buffy to see her single being produced! Let me introduce you. Fred,
this is Buffy, Buffy, this is Fred, Chief Production manager.”
shook hands, and Fred said, “I love your song!”
beamed. "Thank you."
you want to see the process?” Fred asked.
I tell you what...I’ll stay here and make a few phone calls and leave you two ladies to it, okay?” Spike
sat behind Fred’s desk
on…not much to see really, but…”
left and Fred showed Buffy a huge machine, explaining that it could produce 10,000 CD’s an hour.
amazing how quiet it is in here, apart from the stacker-trucks,” Buffy said, watching as CD’s flopped into
open cases, and were then flipped to shut them before being placed into boxes of two dozen.
light came on and a buzzer sounded.
just in time, that’s the last of that one. Now it’s your CD next. Come on...follow me…”
dutifully followed Fred to a glass fronted room.
won’t go in there. The fumes from the inks can get a little over-powering… but, see?...that’s the photo
of you we were faxed, what, forty minutes ago? It’s been laser-printed onto those huge sheets – with all
the necessary details printed on the back. See what that guy’s doing?”
craned her neck and saw a man setting a huge thick block of the printed photos and details onto a table. He punched in
some numbers, and the block was cut up into pieces the size of the open CD case.
it’s cut to size each piece is then laid into an open CD or ‘jewel’ case as they are known, then the open
cases travel on down to the CD processing machine."
further down to where they'd started.
you go, Buffy…your CD!” Fred walked over to where the first boxes were being packed up. She took out
two, and handed them to Buffy.
was slightly overwhelmed. She smiled, and whispered, "Thank you."
want one of those!”
turned to see Spike walking towards them, grinning.
cheapskate, buy one!” Buffy said playfully, elbowing Spike gently.
need to get back to the office. You ready, kitten?”
nodded and turned to Fred. “Thank-you for showing me the process. It's amazing, and um, thanks for these!" Buffy
held up the two CD’s.
himself’ to a copy and then after saying goodbye, they left for the studio.
that autographed?” Buffy asked cheekily.
course…want to get the maximum when I sell it on Ebay!”
and teased each other all the way back to the office, both absolutely loving the easy banter they had.
babe, I DO need a copy of your signature so we can have a stamp made up for the autographing of photo’s and that."
– you ok?” Harmony asked as Xander plonked down on her bed.
and pulled his shoes off, and Xander began to unbutton his shirt.
you do your pants?”
Harm…I um...I go commando."
d-don’t...you know...wear underwear.”
allright, Pookie, I don’t wear anything in bed either...oh! Ummm…I’ll find a tee shirt or something…”
the room, and Xander quickly took his jeans off and slipped under the covers. He was willing his cock to go down, but when
Harmony came back in wearing the skimpiest of tops and a thong, he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
got into bed, turned her back to him and turned off the light. “Night Pookie…try and sleep, little lamb.”
right…here I am…in bed, naked, with Harmony…who’s as good as naked - fuck - shut up…okay…think**
tried to think of something that would make his hard-on disappear.
grinning at me…not reaching the monthly targets...Rack thinking I called him a talentless git…oh thank god!**
erection began to subside, and he tried to relax.
began to emit a little soft snore, and she shifted slightly. Her bare, warm thigh and buttock was now touching his leg…and
it was. ‘HELLO!...stiffy again…
grimaced and screwed his eyes shut. Slowly...SLOWY he moved his hand towards it. If he could just give it a little squeeze…
then that Harmony turned over and flung her arm around his middle, her elbow not an inch away from his straining cock.
out a whine, and in her sleep Harmony patted his tummy, mumbling, “Poor Pookie...”
Pookie…! Fuck, I’m DYING HERE!**
spent his night, with a rampant hard-on, paralysed with fear that she’d find out and kick him out of bed, he
could do nothing more than lie on his back or he’d be exposed as a fraud. Every time he tried to touch his
dick, Harmony stopped snoring and he feared she was awake…
and Dru were giggling like teenagers again after trying on all their purchases in Cecily’s lounge. They were swigging
alternately out of a bottle of brandy, and a bottle of wine.
d’ya think…f’ Friday?” Dru held up a foot with a sparkly sandal on. All she was wearing, was a tiny
thong and a feather boa.
won’t ya be a bit cold!”
no…the shoe, silly!” Dru waggled her foot.
again, and then Cecily suddenly remembered the DVD case Sweet had given her.
what I got…goodies from Daddy!” She carefully opened the case, and found a 5gm bag of Coke, a phial of Amyl Nitrite,
a dozen ecstasy tablets, six tabs of LSD, strong sleeping tablets and some Columbian red to smoke.
have a smoke!"
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