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Call Girl
Written by Akay
“Yeah.” She said securing the cordless between her shoulder and her ear, as she straightened her blonde locks.
“Buffy, do you have anything on tonight?” it was Andrea from the agency.
“Not yet, why?” She asked picking up a new section of hair.
“I have a new client if your interested.” she said
“Who is he? It is a he right?” she asked as she sat down the hot iron and grabbed the phone with her now free hand.
“Yes it's a he, his name is Angel.”
“And you're saying it's a he.” Angel surely didn't sound like a name for a man, but then again Buffy wasn't that common a name either.
Buffy Summers was a twenty three year old call girl, and one of the highest paid in Los Angeles at that. All of her clients demanded her and if she wasn't available they were prepared to wait, sometimes even weeks.
Now she had a new client, by the name of Angel, who apparently already deals with two of the other girls at the agency. Buffy wasn't sure who it was that he dealt with and she wasn't the type to take someone's clients, but apparently Angel was big money, and there was no way she could turn that down, especially if he became a regular, sometimes they payed that little something extra.
She walked out of her en-suite and into her bedroom trying to decide on the right outfit, if she was going to be meeting someone new than she had to look amazing, that's how she secured them. Well there were a certain few other things that she did as well.
After much debate she threw on her new short black dress, the one that was a gift from Andrea to show her appreciation for all the money Buffy was making her. Then she made her way back into the bathroom to put on the finishing touches to her make up, which she kept to the minimum.
Buffy was a naturally beautiful woman with smooth bronzed skin, sun kissed blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders, a slender frame and grey green eyes that all males found themselves hypnotized by when looking into them, hopefully this Angel would feel the same.
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He couldn't believe how nervous he was, at least with Darla and Cordy he knew what he was getting, he knew they wouldn't screw this up. But this new girl Buffy, what if she wasn't what he needed tonight. He couldn't let this deal fall through, why on earth had he hired a call girl for such an important meeting. His client had insisted on mixing business with pleasure and Angel had found him the right girl for the evening, one he'd had once before. But still he couldn't help but have doubts.
There really were only just a handful of them that weren't airheads. Cordy well sometimes Angel would have to pay her a little extra just to shut her up, and Darla well she didn't give blondes a good name, but they knew what to do when it came to meetings like this. They knew they were just there to look pretty and preferably not say a word; hopefully this Buffy would be the same.
He had told the agency exactly what he wanted, even describing the perfect girl for the evening, when they phoned back telling him of Buffy he just hoped that she was everything he was looking for.
Just this one night he needed someone who was perfect. Not some dumb blonde like Darla was before he taught her how to keep quiet and not speak unless spoken too.
Hopefully this Buffy wasn't another one of those, even though that was a necessity in the description he gave the agency, well all but the dumb bit. Truth be told he just couldn't help it; he had a thing for them, so much so that even Cordy had bleached for him.
It seemed that he was more nervous about the girl that would be appearing as his date tonight, rather than the meeting itself. If only he had that someone special in his life, that all his friends had managed to find. If only he had the time for a real relationship, instead of paying for his sexual needs. Then at least he wouldn't have problems when it came to nights like these.
But there was a plus side to hiring his women, he had to admit Cordy and Darla certainly knew what they were doing in the bedroom. Hopefully if things go smoothly tonight, Buffy would be a treat to.
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She walked into the dark club; she only had a rough description to go on. Making her way over to the bar she asked the tender to see if he could be of any help.
After being pointed in the right direction, Buffy headed towards the table that Angel O'Conner was seated at.
Extending her hand and a warm smile on her lips she caught his attention. “Angel, Hi I'm Buffy.” She said as he took her hand in his.
He couldn't believe his eyes, he'd never seen anyone so breathtaking in his life, she was more than beautiful, she was a goddess. Raising her hand to his lips, he brushed a gentle kiss over her smooth knuckles.
“It's good to meet you Buffy, please sit down” he said rising to his feet as she took the chair across from his, something he'd never done even when he had been out on a date with a girl that he hadn't paid for.
The entire evening Angel couldn't stop looking at her, he swore he had never laid eyes on anyone so incredible in his whole life. All the doubts he had before she walked into the club instantly vanished the moment she sat down across from him.
The meeting didn't last long, his new client focused solely on the pleasure, and willing to do any deal Angel wanted. And Buffy well Angel couldn't believe just how professional she was, it was as though each word she spoke was carefully chosen, yet it wasn't, it was just Buffy being herself and that intrigued him even more.
He felt so nervous around her, as though this was a real date and there was no grantee that he would get laid, even though paying or not Angel always got his women to the bedroom. But tonight it was different, Buffy was a completely different girl to what he was used to, she actually had a fully functioning brain in that head of hers.
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The moment she took the seat across from his she was almost speechless, Angel was incredibly handsome; she'd never had a client that was so damn sexy. The butterflies in her stomach started the moment he brushed a lite kiss over her extended hand, its not like this was her first date, she had been on many before but for some reason the man across from her was affecting her in a way she had never known she could be affected.
This wasn't Buffy, she didn't fall for her men, she did her job and that was it. There was never a point in getting to involved with anyone as she couldn't ever let them get close too her, that was the rule, and one she would always stick by.
Tonight she'd go as far as Angel wanted to take things, as usual, and then she'd be on her way home, she couldn't see him becoming a permanent client not when he had already evoked these feelings within her. And that really was a shame, he certainly had been throwing around a wad of cash that night, a taste of what she could have had if he wanted more than just the one date.
“So tell me about yourself.” He said as he reached across the table grabbing her hand in his, he just seemed to shocking himself every time he looked at her. Since when did Angel O'Connor give a damn about any of the women in his life, let alone the ones he paid for, what was is about Buffy?
“Nothing to tell really.” She replied, she wasn't the type to go into details about her life story, there were things that were better left in the past, bringing them up after they had been buried for so long was only going to cause her pain.
“I find that hard to believe.” He whispered giving her a sexy half smile that made her want to tell him anything he wanted to know about her. When those sexy lips kissed her hand she felt the shiver travel down her spine, and for the first time ever she understood what the word want meant, because she knew she wanted Angel.
“Well why don't you tell me about you.” She whispered leaning in closer lacing her fingers through his.
“Because I'd rather dance.” He said as a slow song came on, and most people already on the floor wondered off, not having a partner to dance with.
“What?” she asked, she had never been asked to slow dance before, at least not since high school, when men were paying for one thing in particular they never really cared about the simple things; a call girl was never romanced.
Letting him guide her to the dance floor Buffy had a thousands thoughts running through her mind, one being what the hell was going on, what was this man doing to her. She wasn't used to being treated this way.
She usually got some respect, it's not like she was one of those street corner hookers, but this Angel the way he was looking at her right now it wasn't like she was just a piece off ass that he was sure to be getting, it was like he was looking into her instead of right past her.
She couldn't' bare it, the emotions he was stirring within her, this was just to much, she'd put that pad lock on her heart years ago, no was ever allowed in again, she couldn't do this to her... she was just driving herself crazy with thoughts like these, Buffy never fell for her clients and she knew that wasn't about to change, she just had to get through the night and never think of him again and she'd be fine.
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Crushing her body against his, Angel couldn't believe what being close this girl was doing to him, he wanted her so badly, each time she spoke he wanted to kiss those lips, and each time she smiled he felt his heart rate speed up, what was this girl doing to him?
She made him go back on his saying, that all women were the same, they were all there for one thing and one thing only. The funny thing was that that was all he was supposed to be getting from Buffy, one night of unforgettable sex, but the crazy thing was sex or no sex he knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable.
Still holding her close to him, Angel wouldn't let go, even after the music stopped.
“Uh the music's over.” she said feeling a little uncomfortable at how natural it felt to be in his arms.
“I know.” He whispered, slowly letting her go.
He hadn't wanted to let go, he wanted to stand there with her on the dance floor, in his arms.
“So... ” She said as she ran a hand through her straight blonde hair.
“Would you like to come back to my hotel room?” he asked still holding her small hand in his.
“Sure.” She smiled, wanting to follow him wherever he wanted to lead.
He returned her smile linking her arm with his, he lead her outside the club and to his car.
“It's beautiful.” She smiled looking around the pent house as she walked inside, and beautiful it was. The living area alone was the size of her entire apartment, and her apartment really wasn't that small.
The heels of her stilettos hit the hard marble floor as she slowly ventured further inside, trying to get a glimpse of the entire suite.
“Yeah, beautiful.” He smiled closing the door behind them and following her in. Not once did he take his eyes off her as he made his way over to the lounge. He picked up the phone that sat on the table near by and punched in the number for room service, requesting a bottle of expensive champagne as soon as the call was answered.
She smiled at his compliment, and felt as though she was starting to blush. It was too hard for her to comprehend, why was it that Angel seemed to be good at jumbling her senses.
He was just a client, that's all men ever were to her, she would go to them, get her job done and come home, that was always where things ended for Buffy.
None ever followed her home; no one ever got her phone number, if they wanted her than they called the agency. So it was strange when Angel had this affect on her, she shook off the feeling, dismissing it before she had a chance to make any sense of it.
Buffy Summers never let anyone into her heart, and never would, to much had happened to her in the past, and she would never put herself through that again.
She wandered around the pent house, taking it all in as she waited for Angel, settling down on the couch as he tipped room service for their prompt delivery.
She was so nervous, which was something extremely rare for the blonde. She was the one to make men nervous not the other way round. “It's just one night.” She whispered to herself, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. It was the same thing she had told herself when she had started with the agency.
But that one night was enough to show her, show her the money she could be making all on her own, like she was and would always be.
She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her dress as Angel dimmed the lights and then slowly approached her.
“I thought that maybe we could start with a drink.” He said coming to a stop in front of her.
She smiled taking the champagne flute out of his hands. Easing himself down beside her he was about to start things off with a toast, to her. But when his eyes locked with her crystal green ones, he lost his train of thought and instead of saying something sweet or romantic, he chose to do what he had wanted to do since she walked into the club earlier that evening.
Leaning forward he caught her slightly parted lips in a kiss. Buffy was caught off guard, so much so that her champagne glass fell to floor, the sparkling liquid seeping into the plush rug. Pulling away she tried to apologize that was until Angel dropped his own glass which met hers on the floor. She smiled, he wanted her, and she loved it.
Yet she hated that Angel kissing her surprised her so much, it made her feel as though she wasn't in control and that was something that in her line of work she always had to be. She had to make it clear that that was the case here as well, and the good thing about that was, it was going to be fun.
Scooting over she settled into his lap, then forced her lips back on his, this time getting a better taste of what she could only describe as divine. Her fingers found the buttons on his shirt and quickly set to work undoing each one with such haste.
Angel pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of her pinned up against him, he wanted her more than he thought possible. His hands slowly crept under her soft black dress, and up to cup her ass, pulling her closer so his erection was pressing against her so intimately.
Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his firm member pressed against her, she wanted him now, which she found slightly odd, as she had never really *wanted* any of her other clients, but Angel was a completely different story.
Lifting her dress over her head Angel paused once he got a view of her, straddling him wearing nothing but a black strapless bra and thong. Attacking her lips again he helped her work on his pants. Once she had the belt undone and had pulled the zipper down, she rose to her feet, and Angel watched a little confused.
She couldn't be leaving, not after getting him this worked up, although even if she did he would still think he'd gotten his monies worth, a minute of her time was worth the amount he had paid for her for the entire night.
Once she was on her feet Buffy reached for his pants and pulled them free, taking his boxers with them.
Buffy smiled, very pleased with what she saw, Angel was very well equipped. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she moved in closer so she was now kneeling between his thighs. She reached out, gently tracing his penis with the pads of her fingers. Angel groaned as her manicured nails scraped over the tip. Stretching his arms across the back of the couch he closed his eyes and gave himself up to the torment she was bestowing upon him.
Wrapping her hand around his hard shaft she slowly set to work, bringing him so close to the edge when she leant in closer and teasingly ran her tongue over the tip of his erection. Angel almost growled at that and with each passing second he wanted her more, he desperately needed her hot little mouth surrounding him, and his needs were met.
Taking him into her mouth she drove him crazy, the things she could with her tongue, well he was sure that even if he were to sleep with every woman in the world, none would know how to please him so, and yet he still hadn't slept with her.
If only he had of known that this was one thing she never did for her other clients. This was something she did for Angel tonight because she couldn't resist him, or the urge to please him so.
She took him in deeper, her hand drifting lower to fondle his balls. Was it right that she was doing this, pleasing him as though he were her lover and not a paying customer? It didn't matter; none of it would after tonight. She kept at her task until he couldn't take it anymore and he came, spilling his seed into her mouth. Buffy swallowed as Angel tried to pull himself back together.
When he had called the agency earlier on in the evening never would he have imagined that he would be sitting in a hotel room more sated than he had ever been in his entire life. Any other woman and he would have had no desire for anything more, but when he felt Buffy straddling him once again, it was an entirely different story.
Smiling down at him as his eyes met hers; she reached behind her back and very slowly undid her bra clasp. When she pulled the garment away and revealed her plump breasts, Angel swallowed audibly.
Leaning forward once again she brought her lips down to his and met him in a heated kiss. The moment their tongues started their joust Angel brought his hands up to cup her perky breasts, brushing her firm nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
His hands slid down lower settling on her panties, he slowly started to slide them down over her thighs. Buffy helped him by swinging her legs over to one side, and Angel completely removed them as his eyes trailed across her now naked form.
Just looking at her made him harder, something that even Buffy noticed. She repositioned herself, pushing Angel back against the couch as she rose to her knees and slid down his hard length. She paused for a moment then pulled him in deeper as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Rocking her hips as Angel's hands ventured down to grip her ass Buffy was prepared to make this a night that not even she would forget.
This was all wrong, Buffy felt so damn good, and he wanted this moment to last forever. But she was a call girl, and he was a successful businessman that never had time for anything more than a one night stand.
He knew right there, as she was riding him, that this was it, that they couldn't see each other again, and as much as he hated the idea he knew it was for the best.
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Their night together had started out in a dark club, then there was dancing, then unforgettable sex on the couch, and then another three more times in the main bedroom. So unforgettable that Buffy could easily say she had never been pleased so much so ever before.
She quickly sat up in bed as she noticed that the sun had actually risen, she never stayed past dawn. Reaching out to pull the covers off herself she was interrupted by Angel's large hand catching her own.
“Stay.” He begged, pulling her down to lay flat against his chest.
She smiled wanting to give into his request, more than anything she wanted to spend the day wrapped in his tight embrace, but as she had reminded herself time and time again Buffy Summers didn't get involved.
“I can't, I really do have to go.” She whispered, she had a lot of things to get done anyway.
“Okay.” He said letting her slip out of his arms, he couldn't exactly just take the day off, in fact he was already running late.
So why was it that when Buffy walked out of his hotel room ten minutes later he wanted to blow his whole schedule and follow her out that door. This was wrong, Angel never dated for this reason, he couldn't let it happen, he couldn't start falling for her.
“Angel, Angel.” She couldn't control herself, so his name kept escaping her lips in a never ending breathless chant.
They couldn't stop, neither of them wanted to, all they wanted was for this moment to last, this feeling, the warmth they found in each other, the passion between them, all of it boiled down to one thing, pure ecstasy.
“Keep saying it.” he groaned, he wanted to hear her sweet voice over and over, because the way she called out to him, it brought him closer and closer to that edge. Even though he wanted so desperately to keep going, and make this incredible sex last through the entire night, he wanted to reach that bliss just as badly. The woman writhing beneath him, the one arching in response to his every touch, every thrust, that woman was the one that made it difficult for him to think straight.
One leg over his shoulder and the other hooked around his hip, she met him with each downward stroke, begging him for more. And Buffy never was one to beg. But when it came to Angel, she couldn't get enough. Her body had a will of its own, and even when she didn't want it to, it responded. Her mind told her no, yet it couldn't contain her cries of passion.
She brought her leg down, wrapping it around his hip like her other, as he kept thrusting in and out of her. The sound of their hips colliding, his short pants, and her mewls filled the room, and made it hard for Angel to focus on his task. He didn't want to come without pleasing her; he wanted her to feel the way she made him. There was no doubt about reaching his peak tonight, it was inevitable, and with each and every thrust after that he got closer and closer.
“Angel... ” her last cry was too much for him to bear; he couldn't hold it in any longer.
“Fuck” He cursed as he felt her inner walls spasm, clenching down on his cock. That was it; he stumbled, joining her in the depths of ecstasy, his breath erratic on her neck where his sweaty brow found its resting place.
Her grip tightened around his hips, neither wanted to move from their position. In a few seconds he'd be firm again and wanting more, Buffy had no objections to that. She planned on staying until she wore him out, or at least the other way around.
“Angel?” He shook his head quickly snapping out of his thoughts, but it was hard, the taste of her, her scent, her flesh, even thinking of her had him hard. He really couldn't get last night out of his mind. “Angel.” his friend repeated, trying to bring the man out of his trance.
“What?” he snapped, not happy that he had been pulled away from her, the girl he'd paid for just last night. He could sit there and think of their coupling all day. If only he hadn't of let her leave that morning, if only he were with her right this minute, thrusting his hard cock in and out of her, biting down on her nipple as she came, calling his name.
Considering his friend was standing at the door, he really shouldn't have been thinking of the blonde in that manner.
“Lunch, are you ready?” His friend asked intruding into his large city view office.
He sat there trying to think of anything but the previous night; right now he was in desperate need of a cold shower, or a minute in his adjoining men's room to relieve himself. Funny thing was he paid women to do that for him, and Buffy had many times last night, but just the thought or her, had him rock hard. He'd have to have her day and night just to quench that thirst. No he couldn't, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved, it was a one night thing.
Angel O'Connor didn't date, and if he did, it wouldn't be a call girl. How would his family react if they knew? They wouldn't be pleased that their son, who owned an international chain of hotels, was serious about a call girl, or as they would see it, a hooker, trash, although Buffy was far from it.
He couldn't believe what he was doing, he was thinking of Buffy as more than just a good fuck, he was referring to her as relationship worthy, this was wrong; in fact it was very wrong.
But what if? What if she was the ideal woman for him, what if their chemistry went beyond sex? Still it couldn't work, he couldn't introduce his family to a girl he'd paid for. Not as a girlfriend anyway.
He also wondered what would have been if he had met her before she fell into the line of work she was in. That only lead him to the thought of what had caused her to choose the job she had? Surely it wasn't just for the fun of it, she had to be desperate for money, something that he had plenty of.
Here he was still sitting in his office thinking about her, wishing he'd met her years ago. She was a call girl damn it, and he was one of her many clients, one she had probably forgotten by now. He needed to let go, and think of something else, anything but the intoxicating blonde.
“Well?” His friend asked, standing impatiently at his door.
Angel finally realized that his friend was still indeed standing there. He looked back over at him, frustrated that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get her out of his mind. “Give me a minute.” He insisted, if he stood up right this second, it would be a little obvious as to just how frustrated he really was.
Xander his best friend nodded in reply, and let him know he would meet him by his car, and then he walked away closing the door behind him, leaving Angel to his thoughts.
Reaching into his pocket in search of his keys, Angel pulled out something else. He'd forgotten already that he'd taken them when she'd left them behind at the hotel that morning.
Pulling out her skimpy black thong Angel groaned, he'd need more than a minute to get her off his mind. With one hand on each of the arm rests, he pushed himself out of his chair and walked towards the wash room just off his office. Closing the door behind him, he began to relieve himself, clutching her panties tightly with his free hand.
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She was surprised, considering the call she had gotten the next morning about how pleased Mr. O'Connor was with her choice for him that night. But now when he had called back to make another so called appointment, the surprising thing was, he requested anyone other than Buffy.
The funny thing about that was that Buffy said almost the same thing. She insisted that Angel was a once off and that she wasn't really interested in another meeting. It had been three days since their last and for that matter first, and by the look on Buffy's face the next day, it had gone over well, as Andrea had never seen the woman looking so radiant. But at the mention of his name, and possibly becoming the only girl he dealt with from the agency, she froze.
She'd made a deal with herself, she wouldn't meet with Angel again, no matter how much he was willing to pay, he affected her in a way no other could, and that alone got to her.
From now on she wouldn't think of him, she'd push those strange feelings away, the ones that were telling her just how much she wanted to see him again.
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He didn't move, didn't make any response to her leaving his hotel room, he could care less. It had been two whole weeks since the night he'd spent with Buffy, and in those two weeks he had tortured himself with other women from the agency.
Darla couldn't keep up, without a doubt she was no match at all for the other blonde, the one he tried not to think about, yet it was harder than it seemed.
Cordelia was the last of the few women he'd had recently, and once again she was another to add to that list. Not a single one of them could meet Buffy's standards. In fact he just didn't find himself as enthusiastic as he was with her.
The only reason he seemed to have a different woman in his bed each night, was because he needed release, and the only way he found it, was when he demanded that they kept their mouths shut, just like his eyes were as he imagined Buffy, and replayed their one night over in his mind. It was the only way he could come.
Sighing he gave up fighting himself and reached for the phone by his bed. Dialing the number he had stored in his memory, he was going to put himself out of his misery. There was no way he was going to go another night without her
“And I do apologize Mr. O'Connor, but Buffy isn't available for the evening.” Andrea repeated for the tenth time, hoping that sooner or later he would get the hint. But the man was persistent and so therefore he kept insisting that the blonde was going to meet with him. As much as Andrea would do anything to keep the man happy, she was under strict instructions from Buffy not to arrange another meeting with Angel. The same Angel that had been in Buffy's thoughts ever since their first and only night together.
“I don't care; make her available, because if you fail to, then you won't have a business left to run.” Angel spat, there was no way he was about to take no for an answer. It had taken the man two whole weeks to pick up the phone and ask for her, so waiting another night just wasn't an option. “Do you understand me?” He questioned, his demanding voice intimidating the woman on the other end of the line.
“Yes Mr. O'Connor.” Andrea whispered, knowing full well that that he would be able to make good on his threat.
“Good, then this is what you're about to do. I'm going to give you my private cell number, which you are going to give directly to Buffy, then destroy any record of it.” Angel began giving out his list of demands.
“I'll have her call you with the instructions.” Andrea added
“No, it's fine, you just have her call me, I think I'll be the one to give out the instructions.” And with that Angel hung up the phone, deciding he'd rather just talk it over with Buffy herself.
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It took Andrea an hour to convince her, asking Buffy to do this one favor, and when the blonde kept refusing it came down to one simple question, that being “Do you want to keep your job?” Buffy reluctantly agreed, much to her dislike, this wasn't a good thing, the way Angel made her feel wasn't something she was used to, it wasn't something she had any control over and that scared her more than anything.
There was never a time that Buffy hadn't control over her life. Every little thing that happened she knew what to do, how to handle it, but when it came to Angel, he was a mystery. That alone was solely based on the fact that he had sparked something within her that she never thought existed, as to what that something was, she had no clue.
When she dialed the cell number Angel had left for her to call, the voice on the other end answered in a deep sexy purr, and almost instantly her heart began to pick up it's pace, beating at an erratic rate.
But Buffy didn't know that she had the same effect on him, she knew he wanted her, he'd proved it if not today then on their one night together. There was something about their coupling that night, it wasn't just about the physical aspect, it was about the need as well, about the hunger that hung deep within his brown eyes.
She listened as he told her to meet him at his home address, not realizing that it was the first time Angel had ever requested such a thing. She listened as he told her not to wear any under garments, and to get there as soon as possible.
When she made it to the large estate she tried to hide the surprise in her eyes at just how wealthy the man that had paid just over triple the usual amount to have her this evening was. It didn't matter though, none of it did, all that Buffy wanted was to do her job and go home, and one thing she couldn't help but smile about was that it was going to be one very enjoyable evening. If only she had half of an idea on just how much.
Remembering his request on the phone she walked inside in the already opened mansion. Her tight tan dress clung to her delicate figure, showing off every curve that had every male going crazing over her. When she entered his bedroom, it was only a guess, the place being so huge she thought that maybe she'd not paid attention to his directions properly and had taken a wrong turn. But then she spotted him, and it was as though the blonde couldn't move for a moment. How could anyone look so, so… gah she couldn't even think straight.
His eyes slowly traveled up and down her slender frame, taking in each aspect there was to the blonde vixen that had drawn him into her web of seduction from the first moment his dark eyes fell upon her. Tonight the tables would be turned; tonight Angel would be the one to do the seducing.
He stalked towards her like she was his prey; each step he took had something so animalistic to it. Buffy couldn't refrain from running her tongue across her lips at the sight he made. He wore nothing but a black pair of leather pants, his torso bare and each and every little muscle rippled from his movements.
What the hell was this man doing to her?
She was feeling it already, the warmth, pooling down between her legs, telling her that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. Pressing her thighs together she tried to relieve the pressure, tried to think of anything but how divine the man creeping towards her looked. Buffy swore that from now on this would be the object of her fantasies, no one else could look that good, no one else could pull off leather pants.
When he was but a hairs breath away, he paused, wanting more than anything to lean forward and kiss her, wanting to touch her, to thrust himself so deep within her that retracting just wasn't an option. But he refrained. Holding back only because tonight she was going to play things his way, he would lead and Buffy would follow.
“Turn around.” he whispered to her, knowing that she would give into his request.
Almost instantly Buffy obeyed, wondering when it was exactly that she had been thrown into the back seat when she was always the driver in situations like these.
Gently brushing his long fingers over her almost bare shoulder, Angel swept her hair to the one side then slowly tugged the strap to her tan dress down. Leaning forward he blew a soft breath over that now completely bare part of flesh, and watched as Buffy quivered form that alone.
Snaking his other arm around the small blonde's waist, he began to gently nibble on the lush skin behind her ear.
Bringing her arm up and behind his head Buffy tried to pull him closer, wanting this moment to never end.
Angel smiled glad that she was giving in to him so easily; it was time he paid her back for making him think about her non stop for the past two weeks.
His hand left its spot on her waist and slowly crept down lower, until it found the hem of her smooth dress. Buffy's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his long fingers creeping up her inner thigh. It didn't even take her a second to part her legs, giving him better access to the part of her body that was screaming for his touch, that had been screaming for his touch from the first time his hand held hers two weeks ago in that dark night club.
“Tell me you want me.” he whispered, before returning his lips to her neck and once again tasting her succulent flesh. That vanilla scent alone had him hard, and Buffy could feel just how hard as his rigid erection collided with her lower back.
“I want you.” She responded, knowing that she had never truly wanted anyone, she was a woman that kept to herself, who done her job and went home, yet when it came to Angel it was the truth that escaped her polished lips. So if it meant that he wanted to feel that he was in control and that she would have to say all the things he wanted to hear to give him that feeling, then Buffy would oblige, only for Angel. Why she wondered? Because he made her feel, really feel, something that no one else ever could.
He couldn't help but groan the moment she told him what he so desperately wanted to hear, and then when he found that she had obeyed and wasn't wearing any panties another groan escaped his lips.
Sliding two fingers into her already soaked heat, Angel started his torment, exploring her with his long digits, while using his teeth and tongue on her smooth neck. “Angel.” she whispered, as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her hot channel, bringing her closer and closer to that edge. Bringing his thumb up to lightly brush her clit as he pulled her closer against him, his erection now firmly pressed against her, he thought he was going to lose it from the way she said his name alone.
Her entire frame hummed with desire, a desire she'd never felt before. Sex to Buffy in her previous relationship if she could even claim what she had in the past with her boyfriend was that, well it was a tedious task she'd have to put herself through, much like doing the dishes.
At first that feeling was one thing stopping her from taking up the job at the agency, but she learned to shut herself off, pretend she was somewhere else, pretend she was someone else. But then Angel came along, bringing with him the view of a whole new world.
From their one and only encounter Buffy had felt things she thought never to be real. But as she found out there were things such as passion, as desire, as want and need. And knowing that Angel did this to her, scared the blonde. If she got too attached then what? Where would things go from there?
As his long digits continued their rhythm, his thumb teasing her over sensitive nub, Buffy stopped caring; in fact she even stopped thinking. All that mattered was what Angel was doing to her right now.
“Angel.” This time she cried out his name as his thumb continued its torment on her clit, but now it was working its way with quick circular motions, before pinching it a couple of times and bringing Buffy to her peak.
He smiled in satisfaction, he loved that he brought her to the point where she was so unaware of her surroundings, so unaware of anything but him, that she didn't care that his name seemed to be a constant murmur escaping her lips and making Angel harder again when he thought it couldn't be possible.
He knew he needed to stop thinking about what it was she was doing to him or he'd go insane, and wouldn't be able to keep up his game for the evening. He wanted to maintain that control and not hand it over so easily, but it was getting harder and harder to do so, why did Buffy have to feel so damn good?
Chapter Six
Buffy gasped when she felt him, his hard cock pushing past her slick folds, thrusting deep inside her with one swift motion from behind. Maybe it had been a bad idea, making him wait so long, only to then come over looking as incredible as she did.
She had in fact gone to great lengths to prepare herself for the evening, waxing, pedicures, manicures, facials. They were just some of the many things she had spent the day doing, and the only reason she could think of was because when it came to Angel, Buffy really wanted to impress him. Yet the blonde still had no explanation for why that was.
So maybe that wait had affected him, there was no other way she could explain the look in his eyes but moments ago, and now here Buffy was paying for it in the most pleasurable way possible.
She braced herself; with the palms of her hands now flat against the wall, while Angel's long digits dug into the firm flesh of her ass. He slowly and so painfully retracted from her only to thrust back in, and so much harder this time. A cry escaped her polished lips, and all Angel could do was smile. She liked it, the way he teased her, the way he touched her.
Bending her over a little more he started his rhythm, and as one hand had moved to her hip to keep her there, steady, but at the same time following him with each stroke, his other reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. That was the only time Buffy's hands left the wall, only for that brief moment so she could be completely bare to his touch, she wanted Angel to have unlimited access to her bronzed flesh.
Dropping the garment to the floor by his feet, Angel's hand came up to rest on her waist, then in the next second, he was cupping her breast, kneading the mound as his thrusts continued to make Buffy bite back her screams from the intense passion coursing through her. But that only seemed to last no more than a second.
“Faster.” She begged, unable to hold it in any longer, yet still wishing the moment it had escaped her lips that she could take it back.
This was her job, she was meant to be the one bringing him pleasure, not the other way around. No matter how much she wanted him, this wasn't about her; she wasn't getting paid to be pleased, but rather getting paid to please others.
“What?” He asked, a wicked smirk on his lips, he wanted her to say it again, to tell him what she wanted. Because as far as Angel was concerned there was only one thing he himself wanted, and that was to please her, to take her up so high that she'd scream for him to never stop. He desperately wanted to drive her crazy like she had done to him on their first night together.
Buffy didn't reply, she continued to bite back the words all though every part of her body was begging her to scream out for more.
Slowing things down much to Buffy's dismay Angel leant forward whispering in her ear. “Tell me how you like it; tell me... what you want me to do.” His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, and although she had told herself only a minute ago that this wasn't about her, she couldn't help but give into his request.
“Faster.” she whispered, needing Angel to pick up the pace.
“I can't hear you Buffy.” he teased.
“Angel please... faster.” this time it was loud and clear, and when Angel met with her demand, pounding into her so hard, and fast, for the first time Buffy didn't care that she wanted it.
Nothing mattered other than the fact that he was touching her, driving his rigid length in and out of her soaked heat, he, Angel, the guy, the only guy that she had ever wanted, the one that she needed.
Building up speed with each passing second, Angel's hands returned to her hips, he was nearing the edge of that precipice, just a little further and he'd be in...
“Ah, Angel, so close... harder, faster.” he had to hold on, to control himself even though he was so close himself to releasing his seed, and now as Buffy continued to beg him for more, it was so hard for him to keep that grip on reality.
Closing his eyes, he did nothing but concentrate, she felt so good, no one had ever done this to him, no one had ever fit to him like Buffy did. Their bodies molded to the others so perfectly, with such precision, that now after realizing how much her needed her, needed this, he didn't know if he could ever go back.
“Ahhh” She cried, finding her peak.
And for Angel himself, that was it, one feel of the tremors from her inner walls pulsating and clenching down on him, and he was gone. Digging his blunt nails into her hips he thrust inside her one last time, only to then join her in the depths of bliss.
For a moment neither moved from their positions. Buffy still with her hands braced against the wall, and Angel arching over her, both panting, fighting the regain themselves.
After a minute Angel retracted from her, and although he'd just found his release but a moment ago he wanted back in, wanted the warmth he found inside her. But he refrained.
Discarding the condom Angel then zipped up his leather pants.
Buffy turned at the sound “I don't think so.” she said a seductive smile on her lips as she reached out, pulling his hands away from said pants.
Peeling the zipper back down, not once taking her eyes off him, Buffy reached inside and gently ran her hand over his penis. Within a second he was hard again.
Scraping her manicured nails over the tip, Buffy felt a light tingling sensation pass through her from Angel's reaction, as he closed his eyes, and groaned at the sensation.
She was about to pay him back for stripping her of the leader role. “Do you like it when I touch you?” she whispered, watching as he gave himself up to her.
“Yes.” he hissed, not wanting her to stop.
Running her free hand down between her breasts, lower until it came to a rest just above her sex she spoke again “Do you like it when I touch myself?”
In an instant Angel's eyes shot open, and darted down to where her hand had started pleasing her. “Well?” she asked again
“F-fuck yes.” he stammered, as his cock stiffened in her hand, and he jerked forward a little. Reaching out he wanted to help her, to assist her with what she was doing to herself.
“No!” Buffy demanded, pulling both of her hands free and pushing him over towards the bed. As the backs of his legs hit the mattress, Buffy quickly undid the button on his pants, as Angel stared on, unable to take his eyes off her body. “Maybe later, if you're good, I'll let you watch.” she smiled before adding “But for now, it's my turn.” Stripping his pants off she then pushed him back down onto the bed, and in the next second with a new condom in place, there she was, sliding down on his firm member, smiling at him as she got her pay back. “After all, we want to make sure you get your monies worth.” she teased as started her rhythm, sliding up and down his erection.
“I already have.” he smiled, that same half sexy smile that drove Buffy crazy.
Angel understood it then, he knew that this couldn't be their last night together, he wanted her, needed her, and he knew he wouldn't be able to say goodbye.
“You know I was going to do the whole dinner thing, but I got side tracked.” Angel smiled down at the blonde in his bed as his long digits lightly traced the curve of her right breast.
“Well we still can.” she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes as she arched up against his teasing fingers.
Pulling his hand away with a questioning look, he wondered what it was that she meant exactly.
“You want to have dinner?” he asked, thinking it odd, but at the same time not so much, as the thought of sitting down to dinner with the blonde, was something he could easily see himself doing, and that thought right there was strange.
“Well what I was thinking was that maybe dinner could be on me.” She said with a wink of her eye.
Angel caught on immediately, and the thought of eating of her hot silken skin had him hard, painfully hard.
Reaching for the phone by his bed, he had his chef prepare him a list of things for the pair to enjoy… in bed.
“This is going to be one long night, isn't it?” Buffy sighed as Angel's large hand palmed her breast, and he left open mouthed kisses along her neck.
“Is that a problem?” Angel asked, bringing his head back to look at her. When their eyes met, for one brief moment there was a spark, something so subtle, yet so clear to the pair. Shaking his head, he dispelled the sudden rush of emotions sweeping through him; this was sex, just sex. Buffy came over, did her job, got paid, and left... even though the thought of never seeing her, being inside her again, was something Angel didn't want to deal with.
“Not at all.” She whispered as she quickly jumped up, now pushing him back down on the mattress, so she could have her own fun. With one leg on either side of his thighs, she leant forward, her finger dancing over his lower lip, as his cock brushed her abdomen.
Why was it that any contact at all with the sexy business man, set off the butterflies that Buffy never knew existed within her? In the end, they would only turn into desire, a desire that made its way down, lower, between her legs, where she craved him in a way she could never understand. Angel seemed to have a knack for it; she seemed to get wet within seconds whenever he touched her.
“What are we going to do till the food gets here?” she asked, with a smirk on her lips before darting her tongue out and running it across his lip.
Angel just laughed; throwing his head back onto the soft white pillow as Buffy achingly slowly licked her way down his chest, until she reached the one part of his body that was begging for her attention.
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Angel watched as she slept, taking in each breath, the rise and fall of her bare breasts had him mesmerised. She was the most amazing woman he had ever met, and yet he didn't really know that much about her.
Why was it that she had chosen the profession she had? Did her family know, and if they did, well… did they care?
Angel found himself wanting to know, in fact he wanted to know just about anything he could about her, because all that he did know was that the blonde in his bed was one fantastic lover, the things she did to him, no one could ever do. The heights of passion he reached when he was inside her could never be reached with any other.
The other thing he knew was that she was beautiful, and it wasn't just skin deep either. Whenever he found himself drowning deep within her emerald eyes, he saw beauty in its truest form.
He swore that he could stay like that forever, just watching her, but then again Angel wasn't one to commit long term, and he definitely wasn't one to fall in love.
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“Fuck, Angel…” Buffy moaned her eyes closed as he arched up against her own hand. Inserting another finger, she delved deeper and deeper within herself, and continued to moan his name, pretending it was Angel touching her.
But he wasn't, no instead he watched from his place on the bed beside her, after all she had promised he could, on the condition that he was good.
The funny thing was, Angel wasn't good, in fact he'd been bad, very bad, and the thought of the things he had done to her only excited her more, her fingers now pumping in and out at a frenzied pace, before moving up higher and swirling around her over sensitised clit.
“Ahh… Angel.” She moaned again, and each time she did, his cock stiffened, digging into her hip. He wanted her to cum screaming his name as she did so, he wanted her to lose herself as she thought of him, in fact he just wanted her end of story.
Rubbing her clit, harder and faster, she pushed her hips up off the bed each time she felt her climax nearing, moaning as she did. “Angel, Angel, Angel, Angel,
Angel, Angel, ANGEL…” Her eyes and mouth shot open, as she lurched forward, her fingers stopped their motions as her climax hit, and she fought for air.
Angel placed his hand over hers, making her fingers return to their task of pleasing her as she rode out her orgasm.
“That's it baby.” He said, watching her as they finished off the job together.
Falling back on her pillow Buffy sighed. “That was fun.” She said, smiling to herself, the past night had been one of the most amazing of her life, sex followed by more sex, followed by Angel eating off her, followed by more sex and masturbation. She was really beginning to like this client.
“For me too, but don't tell me you've had enough already.” He smiled, a mischievous little half smile that had Buffy wet again within seconds.
“What do you have in mind?” She asked, looking up at him with that sexy sparkle in her eyes.
Angel said nothing for a moment, just stared at her, enjoying the sight before him. Buffy, naked, in his bed. This was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.
“Sit on me.” He insisted
“What?” She asked with a shaky voice, not too sure of what it was exactly that he was asking for.
“Sit. On. Me. I want to eat you.” He demanded, smiling at her, once again that same evil smirk that promised the most wicked of delights had returned to his face.
“I ah…” Buffy was speechless, she had no idea of what to say. No one had ever… and now he wanted to… She just couldn't get her head around the concept. Really it was simple, Angel wanted to taste her, and in a way so intimate, that it scared her.
No one ever touched her the way Angel wanted to, they always said that she was probably full of diseases from her line of work. In fact one had gone as far as wearing two condoms. It was stupid really, she was from a high class agency, which meant regular blood tests, and no use of drugs or that's it, she got fired.
But still people mainly said it to make her feel worthless. Yet Angel was never like that, instead he wanted to explore her in every which way possible, it really seemed as though he didn't want to spend a minute without her.
“Buffy?” He asked, wondering if maybe he'd pushed her too far. He didn't want her to do anything she felt uncomfortable with, and he just hoped that this wouldn't make her want to run out the door, and out of his life.
“Yeah, I uh…” She snapped out of her thoughts and got up, kneeling beside him on the bed.
Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, she gently bit down on it. She was terrified, for the first time ever when it came to sex she had no idea of what to do, she wasn't that experienced when it came to foreplay involving her own pleasure. Even before she joined the agency, with her one and only boyfriend, he never went as far as to go down on her.
Placing one leg on either side of his taught abdomen, Buffy sat still for a moment, hesitating, not sure if she could do this. It was almost like losing her virginity all over again. She cringed at the thought that could easily be classed as her worst time, her boyfriend so clumsy himself that he had no idea of how a woman's body worked.
But Angel wasn't like that, in fact he'd guide her through it, well he would if he knew that she'd never done this before.
“Higher, and turn around.” He insisted, wondering why she was taking her time. Maybe she was just teasing him; he always thought the blonde looked so hot when she did that.
Turn around? Buffy was dumbstruck, did he just say? But why… and suddenly it hit her. Sixty nine, a position she had yet to try, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she turned, moving up as she did so.
Her knees fell into place, almost digging into his shoulders. As the blonde leant forward she caught Angel off guard, blowing her soft breath over the tip of his erection.
Hissing Angel drew in a deep breath, taking in her sweet scent as he did. He swore from that scent alone that he would ravage her and still feel like he wanted more. As Buffy's mouth covered his penis taking it in deeper and deeper, Angel closed his eyes.
His hands found her ass, and his blunt nails dug in, pulling her closer, and licking her slit. She was already so wet, and Angel couldn't help but grin before he delved his tongue inside, twisting it in the most erotic ways imaginable.
At the first brush of his tongue against her, Buffy's eyes shot open, but she continued her ministrations, using her lips and tongue to bring him closer and closer. Never would she have imagined that something could feel so damn good.
It was amazing, the way he used his tongue, it was as tough he knew exactly where she wanted it, and exactly when. This was one thing that was mind blowing; she never wanted it to end. But it had to, and Buffy knew that when she climaxed, she wanted Angel to give it to her over and over again until she wore him out; or herself at least.
Replacing his tongue with his fingers, Angel pumped them in and out of her hot channel as Buffy took him in as deep as she could, all the way down into the back of her throat.
His balls started tightening, and Angel screwed his eyes closed even more so, trying to hold on as his tongue flicked her clit over and over.
Buffy knew she was about to reach it, that undeniable high that Angel brought her to, and as she sucked harder, trying to make him cum with her, she rocked her hips from side to side in a frenzied pace.
A minute later, they both came.
Rolling off him, Buffy got off the bed, still dizzy from her orgasm, she couldn't believe what had just happened, Angel had just… it was all too surreal. Slipping her previously discarded dress back on, Buffy got her things together, before reaching for the pen and pad of paper by his bed. After scribbling down her private cell number she got up, ready to leave.
When Angel finally opened his eyes again he noticed she was about to walk out the door, and for once he listened as every part of him, begged for her to stay.
“Buffy, I ah… When will I see you again?” There that was good enough, at least this time he wasn't denying himself of her, and going back to Cordy or Darla, in fact he cringed at the thought alone.
“Call me.” She smiled, her eyes briefly falling on the paper she'd left on his night stand. Buffy then walked out, leaving him there, just the way she wanted to remember him, naked, gorgeous and sated from their night together.
When she made it outside, looking up at the sun now shining in the sky, Buffy couldn't help but smile to herself. What had just happened barely minutes ago was the most amazing thing ever; she wanted to giggle like a school girl.
Angel had definitely become a priority when it came to her clients.
It seemed that Buffy was still reeling from her encounter with Angel. The things he had done to her, the thought alone would have her wet within seconds, wanting more and more.
For the past two weeks he had given her more, devouring her night after night until she would scream his name, drawing the bed sheets into a ball within her fists as she tried to stop herself from floating away.
But cloud nine seemed to be a destination that Buffy frequented at Angel's touch, and really was there anything wrong with that? Or for that matter was there anything wrong with what was happening between them?
He called her all the time, and without a moments hesitation Buffy would find herself meeting him anywhere he requested. Be it his home, office and on that one occasion the restroom of a restaurant the businessman was entertaining at that specific night.
Giving Angel her cell number seemed to have been the smartest move Buffy had ever made. He'd kept her so busy that her other clients had come to the conclusion that she had fallen off the face of the earth.
When she found herself in situations like this, she often thought she had. How anything could make her feel so high, she couldn't understand, but that wasn't important, all that was, was that it did.
The fact that she was getting paid for it, was just an added bonus.
Lying beside him, watching as he slept, the blonde couldn't help but smile. He really was nothing short of amazing. Without a doubt he was the best lover she had ever had, there was no point in even questioning it.
Tonight he had again proved true to that. Using his skillful tongue Angel had brought her to her peak three times. When Buffy thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt him thrust himself inside, savoring how wet his attention had made her.
Every downward stroke was met with her enthusiasm, her hips lifting off the mattress colliding with his, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his butt, and her cries of passion echoing throughout the mansion.
Every morning when she woke to find herself in his arms, the mere thought of getting out of bed seemed impossible. Sometimes she would just lie there. 'Only for another minute' she would tell herself. Funny how one minute became an hour, and on most mornings that hour often became a few more when Angel wouldn't let her go without a fight. A fight that was always so much fun.
Watching as the small smile graced his lips as she gingerly stroked his cheek, Buffy couldn't help her next move. For some unknown reason she had to do it. Leaning forward she brought her lips down upon his, and tenderly kissed him.
Angel didn't stir, just kept on sleeping as Buffy pulled away and whispered a soft goodbye, before getting up and out of bed and grabbing whatever remains of her clothing lay across the floor. As just like every other occasion Angel had torn them off her body.
She smiled again, it was always like that, the moment they were in each other's sight, their passion took control, and their bodies became nothing but its slaves.
Collecting the envelope from the nightstand, she almost felt guilty, why should she charge him for something she was sure she got more pleasure out of than he did? Then again the blonde seemed to recall the look in his eyes, each time she touched him, or kissed him in very responsive places.
Stuffing the envelope inside her small black handbag, Buffy reminded herself that the reason the money was there was because that's all she was to him, a woman he simply paid for.
Moments ago she had carried a smile on her face, and now that smile had been replaced with a frown. Why did the idea of taking his money suddenly make her feel sick? And if she were to go, and leave it behind, what would he think?
With new resolve Buffy swore that she would try a little harder at shutting herself off, because this, letting him in was getting dangerous. Angel O'Connor could never be a part of her life, more so she could never be a part of his.
He was wealthy, and very well known, his chain of hotels and billion dollar fortune was what made him L.A's finest bachelor. How could a simple girl from Sunnydale, that did nothing but lay on her back night in and night out ever be suitable?
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After Buffy had left Angel's that day, she had gone home to an apartment she rarely found herself sleeping in anymore. The blonde then quickly showered, donned a new outfit, applied some makeup, and dried her hair. Then she was out the door, intent on meeting Andrea for lunch.
She'd made it to the cafe with ten minutes to spare, if anything she didn't really want to be meeting anyone today, instead she wanted to go shopping and pick out something to wear that Angel would appreciate for tonight.
But her boss wanted to see her to collect her percentage of the last few nights Buffy had spent with Angel. Andrea hated that he seemed to be passing the money onto Buffy of late, he used to just drop it by, but the more publicity he got the harder that was.
It wasn't that hard to see why, not many people would be impressed when finding out the bachelor had been paying for his women when he could have had his pick of just about any socialite living off daddy's money in L.A. So that was why Andrea agreed to the new arrangement, the fact that he was her best client, or rather Buffy's, also had something to do with it.
Glancing at her wrist watch once more Buffy noticed that her boss was in fact running late, as the blonde had been waiting for the past twenty minutes. Digging into her purse she brought out her cell and decided to call her. Just as she was about to dial her boss' number, Buffy noted that she had received a message. Opening the text she read it and a warm smile tugged at her lips.
It was Angel, and it read 'Let's see if I can make it five times tonight'
She knew what he'd meant, as of late it seemed to be a game, always trying to outdo himself on how many orgasms he brought her, but that didn't bother Buffy in the slightest. The only thing that did was the warm feeling creeping inside and settling in the pit of her stomach, the one that told her that if she wasn't careful, she'd wake up one day to the realization that she loved him. Angel's life and celebrity aside, the problem with that was that Love and Buffy Summer's didn't go hand in hand.
And yet she hit the reply button.
**********
In total Buffy had waited an hour for her boss to arrive, and when she didn't show the blonde couldn't help but worry. She'd dialed both Andrea's cell and the agency's number over and over again only to be met with the signal indicating that the line was busy.
Instead of sitting around waiting another hour, Buffy decided to head out to the agency and see if possibly her boss had simply forgot, but then again, when did Andrea ever forget money? Never, and that was what worried the blonde a little more.
Hailing down the first cab that her eyes fell upon, Buffy hopped in the moment the driver screeched to a stop beside her. Getting in the back, she didn't even notice it wasn't empty until she came face to face with two other women clammed in beside her.
“Oh sorry.” Buffy whispered, wondering why the cabbie had pulled over when he already seemed to have passengers in his car. As she was about to reopen the door and get out, the driver hit the gas, leaving the blonde wondering what the hell was going on.
“What, don't tell me you don't recognize us?” One of the women hissed, going off the confused look on Buffy's face.
Buffy wasn't sure of how to answer that, a second ago she could have sworn that she had never before seen the two other blonde women eyeing her up and down… but slowly it came back to her. “Ah, you work for the agency to, right?” Buffy questioned, realizing she'd seen them in Andrea's office once or twice.
“Well there you go; she does have half a brain after all.” Darla, who was wedged in the middle, snickered; looking over her shoulder at Cordelia as they simultaneously rolled their eyes.
Buffy didn't say a word, not because she felt intimidated, more the fact that she had no idea why they were even talking to her, let alone the fact that they had pulled over and picked her up.
“So you're the one that's been keeping Angel O'Connor busy?” Cordelia asked, her tone displaying just how pissed she was about the whole situation.
“Excuse me?” Buffy wasn't sure what they were trying to imply, all she did know was Angel wasn't someone she wanted to be discussing with two women she barely knew.
Instructing the driver the turn after the next red light, Cordelia pulled a twenty out of her purse. “Listen up. As far as Angel is concerned; we don't want you seeing him anymore. And don't think this is some kind of joke, because it's really not.” Cordelia tossed the twenty to the driver before opening the car door.
“If you go near him, then you better watch your back... twenty four seven.” Darla threatened before slamming the door behind her.
Buffy didn't know what to say, who the hell did these two girls think they were to tell her to stay away from Angel? Did they honestly think that just because they had probably had the pleasure of having him as a client at one point, that it meant they now had right to the man? It was absurd, and the first thing she was going to do was talk to Andrea about it.
**********
After having gone to the agency and finding Andrea tied to her desk, over run with calls and trying to get enough girls for the list of clients wanting some company for the night, Buffy decided she would give her a call in the morning to discuss the whole Angel issue.
But now as she stood in her empty apartment, surrounded by what was left of her things, broken and scattered on the floor, Buffy knew that not only were these two girls crazy, but they were dead serious.
For the one hour that she had left her home to meet with Andrea they had most likely snuck in and trashed the place, already knowing that she wouldn't agree to stay away from Angel.
Now as much as she didn't want to, the blonde silently agreed, if this was just the beginning of the things Darla and Cordelia had in stall for her, imagine how bad it would become if she continued to see him.
As much as Buffy didn't want to she had to cancel their plans for the evening. Which meant not only was she saying goodbye to the fantastic money nights with him brought her. But she would have to say goodbye to the mind blowing sex as well.
How could any of it be for the best?
**********
When Andrea had answered the phone, she'd wished she could just hang up ad pretend that Buffy hadn't just said what she had. If it had of been any other one of her girls, she would have demanded they get over their issues and go see their client ASAP.
But this was Buffy, her star girl, and so reluctantly Andrea gave in, she did want to please Angel O'Connor, but more so she wanted to please Buffy.
Whatever this was, maybe the blonde just needed a little time off, to gather her bearings, and then maybe, everything would go back to normal and Buffy would be back to bringing in most of the agencies revenue.
Hopefully the wealthy CEO of Angelus International would be able to hold of that long, and Andrea wouldn't see the consequences of Buffy's actions effect her business.
**********
When Buffy had called, notifying him that she wouldn't be able to make it that night, at first Angel had panicked, thinking something had happened or that she was sick. But as it turned out she went on to tell him that she wouldn't be able to see him anymore.
That was it, no explanation, no nothing. When he insisted that she tell him why, Buffy had simply hung up on him.
Each time he tried her cell after that, it was switched off, that's when he tried Andrea and that got him no where. Buffy had beaten him to it; she'd told her boss that as far as Angel was concerned she was no longer willing to be of service.
Before Angel hung up the phone, Andrea had advised him that Buffy was officially on vacation, and to call back in a month. Maybe by then the blonde would have things sorted out, and she would agree to see him again.
The only problem was… Angel wasn't willing to accept that.
With the money for the Chinese food in hand Buffy followed the sound of the heavy knock, coming from what she figured to be the delivery boy at her front door. This had become some what of a ritual, as night after night for the past three weeks all she would do was order take out, afraid to go anywhere that would lead to Angel spotting her, and demanding that she see him again.
She knew that it wasn't possible, that there was no way that they could see each other again. As much as Buffy hated to admit that she found herself intimidated by Cordelia and Darla, truth be told, she did.
And so for that reason alone it was easier to just stay away, at least so much more so than having to deal with break ins, and whatever else the vixen's would have done to her given that she had not taken their threats seriously.
For the first two weeks the blonde went about replacing broken furniture, destroyed clothing, and many other bits and pieces. And now her apartment was basically back to the way it was. The idea alone of doing it all again, and having even more photos of her late mother torn to shreds, was enough to make her stay away. He wasn't worth it, no one was.
It wasn't that she enjoyed ignoring Angel; in fact she hated it, more than anything. After having spent almost every night with him for the period of a month, letting him bring her to points of intense pleasure over and over again, going without that was pure torture.
Hanging up on the business man every time he called, tore her insides to shreds. But this was what she had to do. And since she had changed her number, things started getting easier. Not much, but still, a little was good right now.
Pushing the thoughts away just like she had done time and time again for the past three weeks, Buffy opened the door, and suddenly without even expecting it, she got the wind knocked out of her. Angel the man that had managed to occupy her thoughts, was standing right there.
In the blink of an eye that wasn't the case. Instead he had welcomed himself into her home and the next thing Buffy knew was that he had her backed up against the wall, and his lips, the same lips she'd been dreaming of night after night, were on hers.
At first her reaction was natural; after all there was never a time that she had pushed Angel away. And those lips could lead her into hell and she would still follow willingly. But then, the rational part of her brain spoke up, reminding her that this was something that she had to give up. And so reluctantly she pushed him away.
“Angel no, stop.” She begged, as she tried to break away from his hold.
But Buffy knew first hand just how strong he was. She remembered that sometimes when they'd fallen asleep after hours of exhausting, yet mind blowing sex, he'd hold her in his arms, his strong embrace only tightening whenever she moved.
Angel didn't listen though; instead he once again forced himself upon her, unable to bear the thought of being without her again.
Buffy wouldn't have any of it now, being with him was like playing with fire, it wasn't just because of the threats from the other girls she worked with, it was because she was slowly coming to realize that it wasn't just about the sex, not matter how good it was. The tiny blonde knew that she was starting to develop something for the business man. And that wasn't allowed.
Rule one when working for the agency, was no drugs. Rule two, was no falling in love. Not that the blonde was admitting to that. Still whatever it was growing inside, was new, scary, and definitely not right.
As Angel crushed her body against the wall with his own, and brought his lips back down upon hers, she once again pushed him away. “I said no!”
Buffy insisted, using both her hands to firmly push at him. Regretting it the moment she couldn't feel his body hovering over her own anymore.
Angel was stunned, what the hell had happened? Three weeks ago before Buffy had decided to take her little holiday, which he wanted more than anything to punish her for. Maybe something in the form of a spanking, the thought alone had him hard. Back then he was sure that she wanted him, and got just as much pleasure out of their nights together as he had.
And now, after everything he had gone through, ringing her cell until she had it disconnected, paying a private investigator to stake out where it was that she called home. He wanted to do something special, like order her a house full of blood red roses, buy her extravagant gifts, possibly in the form of designer clothing and exquisite jewelry, but he couldn't. That had only been because of the fact that the moment he found out the information, Angel got in his car and drove straight over. Wanting to see her, kiss her, and fuck her more than anything. And now, she was turning him down.
No this couldn't be right, she had after all returned his kiss but minutes ago, she still wanted him, he could tell as her golden skin seemed flushed from him being there, in the same room. “You don't mean it.” He insisted, stalking back over to her.
No she didn't, that much she knew herself. Instead she wanted him in the most intimate ways imaginable, she wanted to forget that giving in to him, would only lead to her own demise, to forget that when he touched her, she felt like she was going to explode from the sheer passion coursing through her veins. But once again, Buffy had to deny it, by telling him that she wasn't interested when it couldn't he further from the truth.
“Yes I do.” She calmly stated, tearing her eyes from his, as she just couldn't bear the thought of looking into those dark orbs and falling even deeper than she had already.
Taking another two steps towards her Angel closed the distance between them.
With his body once again pressed against her, Buffy could feel his blatant arousal, brushing against her stomach. Closing her eyes for just one second, she wanted to give her body up to his, and let him once again have his way with her. But that would only go to show that she wasn't on top of things, that in the end she had lost a battle she wanted desperately to win, and that was something the blonde couldn't afford to do.
“Please... just leave.” She begged, as his hand gently caressed her face with feather light touches, his fingers tracing tender slow circles on her cheek.
“Buffy,” He whispered, his lips a hairsbreadth away from her own.
Closing her eyes yet again, Buffy tried to focus, tried to search herself for the willpower she'd shown every time he'd called and wanted to see her. “You don't want me to go, I can tell. Your body's showing me.” He smirked, as he turned his attention to the luscious skin surrounding her collar bone.
Buffy couldn't help but gasp, at the feel of his warm lips on her bare flesh, funny that she'd been so long with out it, she'd almost forgotten, just how exhilarating it was. “Angel please, I don't want this... I don't want you.” She lied; it was the only thing she could think of to get him to stop. And yet it failed.
“You're lying.” He returned, as his lips and tongue moved up and along the smooth column of her throat, reveling in taste of her vanilla scented flesh.
He swore he could have her every single night and still want more. Buffy seemed to be someone that the business man would never grow tired of.
“I mean it Angel, I... I don't want you-” She gasped as he forcefully used his knee to push between her legs and roughly nudge her sex, applying the pressure to the spot that she desperately needed it.
Pulling back to look at her, he had to swallow the lump in his throat at the sight she made. Her head thrown back against the cream colored wall, her eyes closed, her chest heaving with each erratic breath as she tried to fight herself and him. “What if I stick my fingers inside you Buffy?
Will I find out you're lying... that you're already dripping wet for me?” He questioned the small blonde; his own voice a husky whisper that promised the most wicked of delights.
The only reply Angel got was her moaning his name. With that same smirk returning to his lips, he leant forward, his warm tongue gliding along the shell of her ear before he whispered “Time to find out.” Pulling his knee away, much to Buffy's dismay, Angel slowly slid his hand up her quivering thigh, only to finally come in contact with her soaked through panties.
Angel couldn't hold back the dry chuckle that escaped his evil, yet equally delicious lips. “Looks like I was right... and there's no need for an inspection after all. But just to make sure...” Through the silk of her undergarments he pushed his finger between her wet folds and instantly searched out her clit, foundling the bundle of nerves, in a rough manner.
“No...” Buffy whimpered, protesting his assault on her body, even though not for one second did she really want him to stop.
“Yes baby, you want this.” He whispered, as his finger left her clit only to keep gliding up, just a little higher to where her panties sat on her hips.
Hooking the same finger that Buffy desperately wanted him to return to its previous task in the waist band of the soft underwear, he peeled them down and off her legs.
He knelt before her, helping her step out of her panties as he did. The sight before him sent a wave of desire crashing through him. Buffy stood there, leaning against the wall, her palms also flat against it, her head lolled to the one side, her eyes closed, and her mouth open, as she took deep breaths. In and out she kept telling herself.
As she sucked in her next breath, Angel caught her off guard, causing it to hitch in her throat. Returning his attention and masterful hands to her body, his finger delicately traced her slit, and when he pushed in, just a little further, his digit was suddenly coated in her sticky juices. As he probed deeper and deeper inside, and inserted yet another digit, he finally felt a reaction, Buffy arching off the wall, wanting more.
Running his free hand down her right leg, he felt himself getting hard.
Just the feel of her silky smooth legs did that to him, of course the fact that his fingers were coated in her arousal was also adding to the pain in his groin. As much as Angel wanted to rise to his feet, pick her up and impale himself deep inside her hot body, her wouldn't. Because tonight was about showing her what torture really was. Tonight he would give her everything, make her visit every kind of pleasure known to the woman's body, and then some. Then she would see that staying away from him like she had been the last month was a mistake, one that she would never even consider making again. And also one that she would have to make up to him in erotic ways he'd been imagining for weeks now.
As he delved deeper into her core, he heard her breathy cry. This was it, this was the no turning back point, if she said no again, he'd stop, but if she didn't... he'd have so much fun. “Buffy, tell me that you want me in here.” He said, showing her just where it was that he meant with his fingers, then inserting another one to punctuate just how badly he wanted to give it to her.
“Ahh...” Buffy cried, unable to think let alone say anything else. On some level she knew this was wrong, and she wanted to say no. But it seemed that tonight her body was in control, and all her body could feel was passion, and now her mind was slowly becoming its slave.
“Is that a yes?” He asked, pumping his fingers in and out at a frenzied pace, yet at the same time his dark eyes never left her face.
This couldn't be happening; she couldn't be losing this easily. All Buffy had to do was say no, if she did the blonde was almost certain that Angel would leave and she would never have to worry about him coming back.
The idea alone terrified her. For the first time in years, or even in her entire life, she couldn't remember ever enjoying anything that a man had brought into it. Sure none of them had ever given her anything to her own benefit, like the pleasure Angel had, and was currently giving her. But it wasn't just that…
Not once could Buffy ever remember enjoying herself, smiling or caring about life as much as she had that one unforgettable month with Angel. She hated that she had to go without it now, the blonde also hated that two women could make her feel like a child would upon being caught in an adult's only section.
She wasn't damnit, she was twenty three years old, beautiful, intelligent, and had a man willing to take her to undeniable heights of ecstasy if she was ready and willing.
So what was she going to do, say yes or no? As Buffy was about to decide, Angel pulled his exquisite hand away, and the blondes eyes flew open.
Realizing she'd taken too long to give him an answer, she opened her mouth having made up her mind. But the words seemed to trap themselves in her throat at the sight before her.
As he pulled away from her, he made no move to rise to his feet; instead he did something that he'd been wanting to since their last encounter.
Taste her. Bringing his hand up, he slipped his fingers, the same ones that were coated with her hot juices, into his mouth. Sucking them till there was no trace of her arousal left, Angel watched as she gaped at him.
Pulling them out he smiled, not only at her reaction, but at the fact that he somehow knew he was about to get a little more. That was if he could read the look in her eyes correctly. “Fuck you taste good-”
“Yes.” She instantly groaned, screw everything and everyone else, she wanted him, touching her, sucking her, burying himself so deep inside that there was no way out.
“Yes what?” Angel asked, although he wasn't stupid, he knew what she meant... and as hard as it was for him not to jump to his feet at her consent, pull down his zipper and thrust himself inside her so hard and fast, he didn't. Instead he decided to stretch out his little game.
“Fuck me.” She replied, her voice a little husky as she seemed a little out of breath.
Angel smiled, that's what he wanted to hear. “Soon,” he returned, as he shoved her skirt back up “Right now, I'm hungry.” And with that, Angel leant forward, his head disappearing under the blood red material of said skirt as he let it fall back down.
As his tongue ran over her sex, Buffy's eyes once again closed, she knew it was a mistake, but she wasn't about to care. It was a feeling too good to deny herself of for a moment longer.
Lifting her leg up and over his shoulder, so that she was open to him, Angel inhaled the sweet scent of her obvious arousal. The moment it assaulted his senses he could feel his erection twitch, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Leaning in even closer, he ran his hot tongue along her soaked folds. Exploring every crevice so thoroughly before slipping it inside her core.
“Ohhh...” Buffy whimpered, as his tongue thrust in and out, her nether regions getting wetter and wetter from his attention. The sensations rippling through her body for Angel artful strokes, were what she figured to be pure bliss. Every caress had her wetter than she had ever been, but it was when his nose nudged her sensitive spot that she almost lost it.
Pulling handfuls of his dark chocolate hair into her fists, Buffy held on for dear life, as she arched into his face.
Angel took that as his signal, she was ready, and if her cries of ecstasy weren't telling him that, then he could easily tell from the molten liquid pouring out of her core, the same liquid he lapped eagerly, as it seemed he was never able to get enough.
Replacing his tongue with first one finger, then two, he delved deep inside, as that same tongue sought out the spot that desperately craved his attention. Upon finding her throbbing clit, he flicked it over it.
“Angel...” she howled, as though just realizing how desperately much her sensitive nub had needed his undivided attention.
Pumping his slick fingers in and out of her throbbing core, while he suckled on her clit, over and over before finally going that one step further and pulling on it with his teeth, Angel set her off, and didn't stop as she cried out in orgasmic bliss.
“Ahhh…” Her cry of pleasure strangled in her throat, and even if she were to try, Buffy couldn't find the words. Instead all she could do was thrash down on his face, as her orgasm took over, taking her mind and body to extraordinary heights.
Snaking his right hand back up her silky thigh, he sought out her ass and grabbed a firm hold of the luscious flesh, pulling her closer as he continued to indulge in her release.
“Oh Fuck, Angel, fuck...” She moaned, as he continued his torment, nibbling on the bundle of nerves as she continued to thrust down on his face, riding her orgasm out to its fullest.
Each tremor that exploded throughout her body had her screaming from the intense pleasure that the man between her legs was the cause of. As the last few shimmers of that orgasm shook her, the leg that seemed to be bracing her, keeping her in the upright position, gave way. Angel certainly made her knees go weak, but without a doubt he also had the same affect on her entire body.
He caught her in an instant, and held her in place. Then slowly he pulled away, satisfied with himself for the every cry of pleasure he'd brought out of her. But it was what happened next that caught them both off guard.
“Uh... delivery.” Little had the pair realized that a man had been standing at the opened door to her apartment holding the blondes order of Chinese food, and gaping at them for the past minute at the very least.
"Ask for it Buffy!" Angel demanded, his eyes screwed shut, as
he tried to think of anything other than how good she felt with her hips
grinding against his own, her damn palms clutching at his broad shoulders,
and her vanilla fragrance jumbling his senses.
That delicious scent mixed with the musk of her arousal always seemed to
play a part in his undoing. But he couldn't come just yet, in fact he
wouldn't. Angel had to wait, he had to make it last.
It had been so long since he'd felt this piece of ecstasy surrounding him.
Everything about the beauty that was currently riding him so hard and fast
was mesmerizing. Making holding off all the more difficult.
And when he opened his eyes to see her half closed grey green ones, her
full pink polished lips, her golden sun streaked hair, and her firm and
curved (in all the right places) body. He wanted to scream his bliss but
wouldn't.
Then to add to that, the way she would moan his name, and beg him for
more, made him want to devour her. Again he tried to push the thoughts to
the back of his mind and concentrate.
But it was hard when each and every time she came down upon him, she gasped,
as though his size would never cease to amaze her. And as her eyes
fluttered completely closed, her mouth hung open, and her fingernails
worked their way into his flesh, Angel watched entranced as she panted his
name over and over. "Mmmm, Angel... more." She moaned each time
their hips met with each brutal thrust.
"More what?" He questioned the blonde; he wanted to hear her
tell him exactly everything that she wanted. With his large hands grasping
her small hips he lifted himself off the chair to slam inside of her
dripping heat yet again. With each hard thrust he fought himself from
moaning her name, this wasn't supposed to be happening, she wasn't meant
to feel so damn good. And yet every time he tried to deny himself of her,
of this, he failed miserably.
The same thing would happen again, he just knew it. That's why he had a
plan, after tonight, there was no way that he was about to let the blonde
vixen out of his sight. No matter what he'd have to pay he would make
certain that occasions like this would be a daily event.
"More of You! Feels... so... good..." She panted, not wanting
this to end. Then again when was it that she wanted anything with
Angel to end? Buffy was certain that if Angel had of come over and
simply wanted to watch DVD's she'd have been more than happy to just
be around him. It seemed that by spending time with the business
man, that void in her life, a void she never realized existed until
now, was slowly being filled.
But did Angel feel the same about her?
Shaking the thoughts away as she came down on him even harder and faster
than before, Buffy knew that all she would ever have with Angel was a few
fun months (tops), of unforgettable sex.
"And you baby..." He said as he stared at her luscious bouncing breasts
before him. "You're unbelievable."
This time Angel couldn't fight it, as he groaned her name. Trying to concentrate
on anything but the feel of her hot little pussy, of her soft pants, and
of the incredible sight she made. Her hands up and above her head, lifting
her blonde locks off her shoulders.
Pounding into her harder and faster he closed his eyes, trying to prolong
this amazing feeling that only sex with Buffy seemed to bring out in
him.
It was when he felt her inner walls spasm as they embraced her orgasm,
that he lost that last thread of control, and came, his hot seed shooting
inside, coating her inner walls.
That was when he'd realized what they'd done. The moment he'd ushered the
Delivery boy away from her front door, he'd pretty much taken her then and
there. Well they had made it the few steps to the kitchen where she'd
lowered him onto one of the sturdy chairs and they'd ripped at each
other's clothes, disposing as much as they could as quickly as
possible.
And now, Angel had just noticed that they'd forgotten something, something
very important. And even though the whole time he'd been inside her, and
she'd felt so good with nothing between them, now was different. The fact
that they'd forgotten protection couldn't be good.
It wasn't that he thought unprotected sex with Buffy was physically dangerous.
She was clean, he knew that much about her, and of course the other girls
from the same agency. But in no way was he ready to become a father, and
as much as he enjoyed Buffy's company, she wasn't exactly the most ideal
person to mother his children.
The fact that he didn't want to spend a night without being inside her
didn't mean that he actually wanted to spend more than a few months with
the blonde.
As much as he hated himself for not thinking to slip a condom on, Angel's
thoughts were interrupted as the sweetest lips he'd ever tasted descended
upon his. And yet almost as quickly they were gone again.
His eyes snapped open when he realized that it was because Buffy
was slowly coming to her feet. As though it had no will of its own
his arm reached out, and his large hand clasped her wrist.
She turned, her eyes fell on his hand, and a confused look crossed her
face.
"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked before pulling
her back towards him, and down for another kiss.
Sweaty brows collided, mouths opened to one another and Buffy couldn't
help but shiver at the feel of his velvety soft tongue sliding over hers.
Gently massaging, as his hand crept up to caress
her flushed cheek. A kiss so soft and gentle really could lead the blonde
to believe that maybe Angel thought more of her. Maybe she wasn't just
another convenient call girl.
Thoughts like that were insane, there was no way. But maybe just for a
moment she'd allow herself to believe. "Shower." She said the moment
she got the chance to pull back for air, and her thoughts fell away.
"Join me?" She then whispered seductively
It didn't take long for his interrupted thoughts to slip away completely.
**********
"Yes she is." Andrea mumbled into the phone as she searched her computer
for the right file. Staring at the monitor the frustration she'd
previously been feeling faded when she found Buffy's schedule.
Even though she'd already told the customer that their appointment with
Buffy was confirmed for the night, she just wanted to make sure she had
the date correct. And that tonight was in fact Buffy's first night back
and not tomorrow.
She was delighted to see that was in fact the case. And she couldn't help
but smile.
Without having her top girl the business had been loosing a lot of profit.
But now with its star back Andrea wouldn't have to worry anymore.
**********
"Yep, uhuh... the address. Okay." Buffy took notes, writing down
all the important details about her client tonight. What he liked,
where he wanted to meet, and what he'd prefer she wear. The whole time
she did so she failed to notice Angel watching her, and the scowl
that covered his face. That was at least until she turned and came
face to face with him. He sat on the edge of her bed, completely
naked.
Again Buffy turned only this time away from him. Just seeing his incredibly
fuckable body and she could feel the moisture pooling between her legs.
"I ah have to get ready." She whispered over her shoulder,
before heading for her large walk in wardrobe and looking for a hot little
red dress to wear.
Before she made it even a step further Angel had jumped to his feet, spun
her around and his hands now held her slender arms in a tight grip.
"Where are you going?" He demanded of her as though he had the right
to know how she spent every second of her day, or rather with whom.
Her eyes met his dark and dangerous ones. That was the first time she'd
ever seen any kind of anger spark him. He'd always been so controlled,
except of course when sex was involved. Still he was never angry. "I
ah... have to work tonight." She whispered, almost ashamed. As though
she were telling her boyfriend that she would be out turning tricks.
But Angel wasn't her boyfriend, and she didn't really owe him any kind of
an explanation, but that didn't do anything to rid her of the guilt. Guilt
that up until this moment, she'd never felt before.
"No!" He hissed, his hands tightening around her arms. Digging
into the flesh as he yanked her closer to him.
Buffy couldn't help the yelp that escaped her lips. "Angel you're hurting
me!" Her eyes met his before she looked away to scan her arms.
Angel followed her line of sight, and realized what he was doing. Letting
go of her arms as quickly as he'd grabbed them earlier he gazed at his
hands before bringing his eyes up to hers. "I'm..."
"It's fine." She whispered, before slowly backing away and
heading back towards her wardrobe. That was when it hit her, a
strange emotion that was so strong, telling her that all she wanted to
do was find a hole, burry herself in it and cry. But Buffy Summer's wasn't
one to cry, not over a man anyway.
Angel stumbled backwards as she walked away and fell back on the bed. He
sat there eyeing his hands, unable to believe he'd just been so rough with
her. Any other prostitute and he wouldn't have given a damn, but hurting
Buffy really seemed to get to him. And it was a feeling he couldn't shake.
What was happening, what was she doing to him?
He had to get out of there, because this wasn't right, he'd almost apologized
to her, and well he was never one to apologize. Not to a woman, not to an
investor, not even to a family member. What made Buffy so special? Jumping
off the bed he raced out into the living room and as quickly as he could
he threw his clothes back on, before heading for the front door.
**********
When she'd heard the door to her apartment slam closed Buffy felt sick.
Barely hours ago she'd imagined that maybe Angel thought she was something
more than just a fuck toy. But it was clear as day now, he didn't and no
one ever would. She'd been foolish to let herself hope for that one split
second.
This wasn't right. In fact this was why she'd spent so long putting up
walls that she'd sworn til she was blue in the face no one would ever
break through. She'd been hurt once, she'd been left all alone and that
wasn't about to happen again. Being lonely was one thing, but being lonely
with a broken heart was another. She wouldn't go there, not again. Even if
the first time around she'd hadn't been helplessly in love, it had still
hurt. And now if she let anyone, especially Angel in, she knew she'd be in
unimaginable pain once he realized she was nothing but trash, and it was
time for him to move on.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder she zipped up the back of her dress
with minimum difficulty, as though she'd done it a thousand times before.
Always alone, never asking a man to tend to it for her. In fact when she
thought of it Buffy couldn't ever remember a man even helping her with
something as simple as fastening the clasp on her necklace for her.
But then again there were a lot of things Buffy hadn't experienced. Simple
things like walking hand in hand, sharing an ice cream, receiving a
massage, being asked how her day was, and having a man make love to her.
Soft and gentle, slowly removing each article of clothing while worshiping
her body with tender kisses kind of love.
And she never would.
But that was something that the blonde had learnt to deal with, she just
wasn't the type of girl that got those kinds of things, and for that
matter she didn't really believe that any man ever did anything like that
for a woman. It was what she'd seen in movies, and read in books. It was
make believe, and she wasn't one to wish for a fairytale.
Slipping into her stilettos she then quickly applied another coat of lip
gloss before leaving the adjoining bathroom and heading back into her
bedroom.
That was when the world started spinning out of control, and her heart
sunk to the pit of her stomach. Yet again she felt as though she was about
to be sick.
Angel stood there, in the middle of her room, his hands tucked away in the
pockets of his black slacks. "I don't want you seeing other clients."
He stated, hoping he'd controlled his emotion; Buffy didn't need to know
what she was doing to him. She didn't need to know that the moment he'd
opened that door earlier he'd closed it just as fast, as though being away
from her, even for a moment was something he was finding very difficult to
deal with.
If any other had of said that, she would have laughed in their face. But
when it came to Angel there was only one thing she could say.
"Okay." She replied, her eyes shimmering with tears, tears she pushed
away. Emotions couldn't overpower her, this didn't mean anything, he just
didn't want to share her, but that didn't mean he was about to get down on
one knee and ask her to marry him.
"I'll pay you of course... three times your usual rate." He
said, regaining the control he thought he'd lost the moment a smile
had crept across his face when she'd agreed. "I'm sure that's more
than enough." He said. Thinking that six thousand dollars an hour
would be agreeable. That's not to say that if he had to he wouldn't
pay more. That amount of money really was only just spare change to
man that owned a popular chain of five star international hotels.
This time even if she'd tried Buffy couldn't do anything to stop a single
tear from finding its freedom and slipping past her lashes to spill down
her cheek. That was when she'd realized if not before that when it came to
Angel, all she would ever be was another person he dealt with. What they
had would only ever be a business arrangement.