Part 16-B 

“Here, put these on pet, and I bought this for you to put on…Right, I think you said shopping was the order of the day, yes?”

Excitedly, Buffy put the little pale blue cardigan on, and the dark glasses, and Spike asked the driver to take them to Madison Avenue rather than back to the hotel.

Bowled over by the fact that she could see all the designer stores, let alone shop in them, Buffy went into Versace, Armani, La Perla, Prada, Dolce and Gabbana, DKNY and Calvin Klein. She also visited Bloomingdale's, and spent a fortune!

She’d probably spent more in two and a half hours, than she’d spent in her entire lifetime. But she was bubbly happy as they walked through the shops, shops she’d only ever dreamed about going into, let alone buying anything! Walking hand in hand with Spike, she’d never honestly been so happy.

They’d had to make several trips back to the car to load her shopping. By seven o’ clock it was dark and they both were hungry.

Spike asked the driver to take them back to the hotel via Broadway, so Buffy could see all the theaters and the bright lights.

When they did get back to the hotel Spike asked her what she wanted to do; go out, or order room service. Thanks to the afternoon sleep, they didn’t feel all that tired, and Buffy wanted to be out, experiencing it all.

“Don’t tire yourself out, Kitten. You’ve got that TV show tomorrow morning remember, and we want you to be all bright eyed and bushy tailed for that!” Spike reminded her.

“I know. We won’t be too late back…now, I don’t know about you, but I'm starving!"

"Yup, me too babe."

“I fancy a big, juicy steak…yeah that’s what I want.” Buffy rubbed her tummy, nodding.

“Sounds excellent. I know just the place,”  Spike said grinning.

They both changed and took a cab to a restaurant Spike knew off Madison Ave., where they  had huge steaks with fries and salad, a bottle of good wine and then an enormous ice cream confection that defeated them both in the end. They had to leave some, as they were both full.

“Shall we walk a few blocks, look at the shops and then get a cab the rest of the way?” Spike suggested, which Buffy was happy to do.

They were soon back at the hotel, were there was several messages for Spike. While Buffy did her thing in the bathroom, Spike set up his laptop in the sitting room and caught up with a little work.

Buffy called him from the bedroom. “Will you be long, baby?” She stood there, leaning against the door jamb, one hand seductively holding near the top of the door, her one hip thrown into profile. Saucily she ran her tongue along her top lip. She was wearing  one of her purchases, a filmy little bit of lacy nothing, held together with tiny satin ribbons that accentuated her curves and made her look so utterly desirable and sexy that Spike shut down his laptop and joined her straight away!

“You like?”

“Uh, uh, I LOVE…but I prefer you totally naked, c’mere you sexy little minx!”

Buffy squealed as Spike made a playful dive for her and she very quickly allowed him to ‘catch’ her. She slid her arms around his neck and said seductively,  “So…whaddya gonna do now you’ve caught me, huh?” Grinning, she teased and ground her hips against his growing erection, making him catch a breath.

“Well now………let me see. I always thought actions spoke louder than words…” Spike gently walked her backwards and they both tumbled to the bed where he began to pull open the little satin bows till all her delights were exposed to him. He began to nibble on her neck, fondle her breasts, and suckle at her nipples, making her mewl like a kitten, getting her very hot.

Emboldened by the wine she’d had earlier, she gently pushed down on the top of his head and said, “I’ve forgotten…remind me of your name again, would you?”

Spike grinned at her, and after undressing himself in record speed, he quickly settled between her smooth legs and gave a repeat performance of writing his name for her; over, and over, and over again...until Buffy had lost count of the orgasms and had shouted herself hoarse.

****                                               

Buffy woke and stretched, looking at the clock; it was 3.50am.

She got up and went to the bathroom. Feeling ever so slightly sore and a little sticky, she had a shower and felt refreshed.

The room was warm enough to pad around naked in, and when she got back into bed, she found Spike had shifted from lying on his side to on his back. She looked at him – and gods, he looked so handsome. His growing out bleach job tumbled mop of unruly curls, the chiseled jaw and full lips,  his fine physique, well-muscled shoulders and biceps, to the six-pack abs. He was one neat package all right.

Feeling wide awake, and full of devilment, Buffy lightly traced her finger down his chest, around under his pectoral muscles and then she traced on down between his six-pack.

Spike stirred slightly and she smiled. Under the sheet, she could see the outline of his manhood beginning to stiffen. Gently, she inched the sheet down until she had him fully exposed. She fluttered her fingers through his crisp curls and tickled over his thighs. She was dying to touch him. It.

Swallowing and licking her lips, she bent her head forward, and licked the length of his shaft. Spike murmured a sigh and he moved his head to lay on his other cheek. Buffy stifled a giggle, and did it again, this time she gently took hold of him, and lifted the head to her mouth.

She licked around the head and then, making her lips into a wet ‘O’ shape, she slowly slid them down, clamping them under the ridge, sucking gently. She began to slowly pump him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.  Bringing her other hand into the mix, she cupped his balls, lightly squeezing and massaging circles over them with her thumb. Spike let out a loud pleasured groan and bucked his hips up toward her.

Buffy, for her part, was really enjoying herself. She’d only done this once before, and (or so she’d been told) needed a lot more practice.

The one thing she would be grateful for though, was to a certain young troubled student at her last job. Dawn, her name was, always getting herself into scrapes. Buffy had  come round to her office area one day to find Dawn looking at a website, ‘How to give better blow jobs’. Of course, Buffy had admonished her, closed the site and sent the girl on her way immediately, but later she'd secretly went back and made a note of the web address...

“Ooooohhhhh –babe!” Spike gasped.

She removed her mouth from him, although she still carried on both sets of hand movements.

“Never really done this before…tell me what to do,” Buffy said softly.

“You’re………you’re doing...oh, f-fine, love…oh god yes!” Spike thrust his hips up. He didn’t want to hurt her, but when her mouth returned to him and began the gentle sucking along with the slow pumping and the massaging of his balls, he was in ecstasy.

Trying to remember what she’d read, she experimented with speed, and firmness of pumping and sucking...just sucking the head or sliding her mouth down as far as she could without gagging...to gauge his reaction to what he liked best. His thighs tensed and his hips bounced when she pumped him fairly fast and firm. Taking him as deeply as possible into her mouth had him mindless, his fingers tangled in her hair as he babbled how good she was doing.

She didn’t suck all the time, and for a while she just pumped and massaged, working her thumb over the fine seam that divided his balls, then she slid her fingers lower to stroke the firm ridge behind them, a very sensitive area, so she’d read, sending Spike wild.

The head of his huge dick looked angry and purple and fit to burst, crying out for attention, and so Buffy took pity on him, sucking him greedily into her mouth tasting the clear fluid pre-cum. Twenty minutes of this and Spike couldn’t hold out anymore. She noted his breathing got faster and shallower, his hips bounced a little higher, and his moans and groans of pleasure became more frequent.

“Babe...I‘m, oh, god yeah, so good…I’m gonna…oh yes…oh babe, don’t stop, oh yeah, yeah, oh – god, I’m coming – uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn – ah, ooooohhhhh………oh, god, baby, that was…oh!

He’d warned her in plenty of time that he was coming, so she could move her mouth away.  Much to his delight and pleasure, she chose to stay and she even swallowed without gagging. She kissed up his abdomen and chest and then she kissed him lightly.

“Any good?” she asked with an impish smile.

“What can I tell you, babe…stupendous!”

“Good. I couldn’t sleep!”

Spike grinned at her and cuddled her up, kissing the top of her head.  “So I gather. Lucky me then, eh?”

They cuddled and just talked for about an hour, and then they both fell asleep. They were awake again by half past seven, and they made love slowly and gently, gradually building to a terrific crescendo for them both. Afterwards they decided to give the Jacuzzi a whirl before a room-service breakfast of freshly squeezed orange juice, cereals, bacon and eggs, tea, toast and honey. Spike said it was a good idea to have a hearty breakfast, as she was filming and had no idea as to what time lunch would be.

“I was hungry anyway…must be all this energy I’m using!”

Spike flashed her a sexy grin, and Buffy wondered just when she’d gotten so bold! She grinned while she buttered a piece of toast.

**** 

Buffy was shown to her dressing room, which was small, but pleasant enough. Spike said he’d take the opportunity to get on with some work, and when Buffy went off to make-up, he plugged in his laptop and set about catching up.

“Which show are you on, the first or the second, do you know?” the makeup lady asked.

“First. Does it make a difference?”

“Well, they record two shows, and the set is changed in between. Just a matter of color co-ordination” the lady explained.

Holden’s Weekly was a popular show, a mixture of celebrities and the general public who had been in the news that week. Buffy had looked through the ‘running order’ and saw that she was ‘sandwiched’ between the local guy whose dog had saved his life by literally dragging him out of a burning building, and a lady who had once weighed a little over 400lb, but thanks to a special diet had lost three quarters of her body weight.

When it was Buffy’s turn she was introduced and she came on-set to rapturous applause. The previous guest was still seated, and his dog barked and wagged his tail. Buffy waved to the audience and sat down next to them. The audience laughed as the dog took a shine to Buffy and kept nudging her to fuss and pet him, which she did!

Holden was the perfect host, and he asked her the usual questions about winning the 'Search for A Star' show. They showed a clip of her singing, as she wasn’t going to sing live, and he asked her how her life had changed, about her forthcoming album and the twenty date tour she was going to do.

They did something new to Buffy while doing a show, and took a ‘live’ phone call from a member of the public, which was put out on air. The call was from a lady who was getting married to her Marine boyfriend, and they both loved the song so much that they were going to have it played at the ceremony. Buffy was very touched and she said thank you and congratulations to the lady and her fiancé.

Holden wound up the first half of the show. The two guests (and the dog!) getting their applause. Then, a ‘before’ photograph of an enormous lady was shown, followed by one showing her as she was now in the flesh, a trim, slim happy looking person, a quarter of the size she used to be, who smiled and waved to the camera.

“All that plus controversial senator Brad Rico, coming up after this break.,Don’t go away now!” Holden said to camera.

They cut to the commercials, and the first guests could leave. Buffy unclipped her microphone and made her way down the corridor to her dressing room where Spike was waiting for her, watching a small portable TV.

“Hey....was I any good?” She smiled and went and kissed him lightly.

“Brilliant as usual, my little baby, although you were nearly up-staged by a cold nose and a waggy tail!” Spike kissed her nose.

“I know – Ruddles what a fantastic dog, eh? He was so cute! It was amazing, they don’t know how a dog that size could drag an unconscious man out of a burning house…”

“Well, come on babe, chop-chop. We have to get back to the hotel. 'Hot! Magazine' are due in an hour.”

***** 

There were six people from 'Hot! Magazine'; the interviewer, a photographer, a lighting man, a sound recordist and two stylists, one doubled up as a makeup artist. Buffy was going to have a six-page spread done on her, she had hundreds of photos taken, with at least two dozen changes of clothes. They chatted about her style and life-style, her music and taste in general – and the whole thing took just over two and a half hours.

While Buffy and the 'Hot! Magazine' crew worked in the sitting room, Spike worked in the bedroom, phoning contacts and making arrangements. He’d gotten her two radio interviews, a tea time teen show slot, and  a feature on a local cable-access music show.

She did one of the radio interviews over the phone, and the cable-access show feature from a bench in Central Park, all arty camera angles that sometimes switched to black and white. It was late afternoon, and Spike knew that she must be feeling pretty tired by now, as he was.

“Anything else today?”

“Nope, just rest. I thought we could go to the Little Italy area tonight – grab us something wonderful to eat, that okay by you, pet?”

Buffy squeezed his hand. "Hmm, sounds fantastic…so, what have I got to do tomorrow?”

“Sight seeing and more shopping, if you want. Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and anywhere else your little heart desires.”

Buffy leaned in and kissed his cheek, and Spike let go of her hand and put his arm around her shoulder, hugging her to him. She slipped her arm around his waist, leaning her head on his strong shoulder, and they slowly wended their way back to the hotel.

****** 

“Oh my god, that has to be the best thing I’ve had in my mouth since…(she mouthed) ‘this morning’ !” They both giggled and Spike held out a forkful of spaghetti Bolognese to her.

“So, how come you know New York so well, all the best places then?”

“I used to live in Queens for a while. I started off in acting – did drama and English at University, then I got a chance to come to NY for twelve months. We used to do things in Central Park, off Broadway shows, stuff like that. Then I drifted into music, became more interested in it than acting. I’d got a few good contacts in the music business, thanks to my father really. He used to let out the estate grounds for pop concerts…that’s how I met Sweet. He was just a manager back in the early nineties. He said to me if I ever needed a job, to go see him – so in 1998 I did. He’d just started Aphrodite then, and it was a case of being in the right place at the right time. Several of the top bands had contracts ending with the label they were all at, he broke away, signed them up, and never looked back since.”

Buffy sat back and dabbed her mouth.  “That was superb!”

“Want to try their Tiramisu – even better than Luigi’s!”

“Really, is that possible?” Buffy laughed, and a small man, typically Italian looking came out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Tony…long time no see!” Spike called over. The man squinted at Spike for a second or two, and then grinned and came from behind the bar over to their table.

“Will-yam! How are you…let me look at you…so, where you hiding yourself these days, huh?”

After a big back slapping hug Spike sat down and said, “Based in LA now Tone. Gotta go where the music takes me!”

Tony pretended to look disgusted and batted the air in front of him. “LA...ah...my daughter, Sophia, she’s in LA – she says to me, Papa – nowhere do they do great Italian food – it's all wheat-grass and egg-white omelette, she cannot get decent spaghetti vongolé!” Everybody smiled.

“What is she doing?”

“Fashion – she's in final year at university – then she wants to go home to Milano.” Tony looked at Buffy and smiled. “You have an eye for a very pretty lady!”

Buffy blushed and Spike grinned. “I do indeed, let me introduce you, Tony, this is Buffy, Buffy, Tony Corelli."

Buffy smiled and shook his hand.

“So, you here long?”

“Unfortunately, no, we're going the day after tomorrow. Buffy is a singer and we're here doing promotional work.”

“Mixing business with pleasure, no doubt!” Tony nudged Spike, and they both grinned. A tall young man came through from the kitchen and called over to Tony in Italian.

“That is my youngest boy, Tomasso – I must go. Try and come again before you go, huh?” He hugged Spike again, and kissed Buffy on both cheeks.

“We’ll try”

Tony went back into the kitchen, and the waitress placed a large portion of Tiramisu between them.

“Hey, do you know why there are so many Italians called Tony in New York?” Spike whispered.  Buffy shook her head and smiled. “Because coming from Italy, they had To NY on their luggage! Here, taste this and tell me what you think!”

“Hmm….this has GOT to be sin on a plate,” Buffy said dreamily, closing her eyes and savoring every mouthful.

When they left twenty minutes later, after Tony insisting that they didn’t pay, they walked a block and then caught a cab back to the hotel.

****** 

The rest of the trip passed in a whirl. They went site seeing and shopping, and Buffy did the interviews Spike had arranged. He’d also managed to get her a spot on one of the big late night chat shows.

They had to make a dash for the airport to catch their flight back home. Sitting on the plane, ready for take-off, Spike was holding her hand.  “Well, did you enjoy it, babe – your first trip?”

“I loved every second of it – New York will always be so special to me now.”

“Me too, babe!” They felt the plane pick up speed as it began to taxi down the runway and then take off.

Spike had always liked New York, and he had an even better reason to do so now; it was where he fell in love with a girl called Buffy...