The Next Day….
Buffy, Xander and
Meanwhile, Buffy could not get Angel’s image out of her mind. She had the most erotic dreams last night and
he had played the staring role in each of them. She had woken up so horny that
she had to spend a little extra ‘me’ time in the shower, which her stupid
brother did not appreciate, as he banged incessantly on the door for her to get
out.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her; she had lusted after
other older men that were just as good-looking, and probably less broody, than
this one. But for some reason he had
attached himself to her soul and she couldn’t shake him.
As she bit into her peach and the juices trickled out of the
corner of her mouth she imagined that it was his juices. She closed her eyes
and savored the juices in her mouth rolling her tongue around tasting every
savory drop, she instinctively moaned, as she felt the slight pulse that had
lingered in her core all day grow stronger.
While the girls were lost in their own thoughts, Xander was sitting
idly by eating his bologna sandwich and wondering why he didn’t get a chocolate
pudding snack in his lunch any more.
The silence of the beautiful spring day was interrupted by the
sound of tires screeching to a stop and a door slamming shut.
“Ah Buff?” Xander said.
“Mmmm.” Buffy said mindlessly, her eyes still closed and her
thoughts centered on the gorgeous man standing in front of her, naked, as she
slowly licked her way up his hard body, feeling his fingers run through her
hair, tugging on her scalp and pulling her up against his chest, as his lips
slowly descended to hers. His tongue came out and licked her…
“Ow!” Her eyes popped open and landed on Xander, as she rubbed her
arm from his hard slap. “What the hell Xan?”
Xander nodded toward the parking lot and the angry figure that was
storming his way over to them.
Buffy turned to see who it was and rolled her eyes. She didn’t need this now! Couldn’t she just sit here and fantasize
about her soon to be lover? Why did he have to show up and ruin her
daydreaming! God he was such a putz, always showing up at the wrong time.
He stood in front of her with his hands on his hips as his light
blue eyes looked down at her furiously.
“Didn’t I tell you not to take my car last night?” Riley shouted
at his sister.
Buffy relaxed and leaned back against the tree, taking another
bite of her peach and then daintily dabbing at the corners of her mouth. She
rolled her eyes at her older brother, unfazed by his show of anger. She
shrugged, “I was home early.”
“That’s not the point Buffy!
You know I had to go to work last night!
Do you know what it looked like when I pulled up to the army base on my
kid sister’s ten speed?”
“Like an under aged mutant GI Joe?” Xander asked wide-eyed as
Riley glared at the teenager as his face turned even redder, if
that was possible. He hated his sister’s
friends; in fact he was almost at the point where he hated her. They showed him
no respect! He was just a tool for their
jokes and sarcasm!
He turned back to his unruly sister, where the hell did he go
wrong with her? He knew that when his
parents died things would be difficult but he never thought it would be this
bad. Since day one she had never
listened to him, instead choosing to do her own thing and go her own way. Which he didn’t mind too much at the time, he
had been only 22 when their folks died and Buffy was 10. He was a young man in
his early adulthood. He should’ve been
out dating and getting drunk, going to college.
But instead he was forced to take care of her.
So when she started to take care of herself he didn’t mind so
much. But than when he found out about
what happened with his best friend Spike, he had finally realized that he had
made a mistake in letting her do that.
Now it was too late, she didn’t listen to him and she probably never
would.
“Relax Ri, you got your car back and I didn’t hit anything…this
time.” She smiled at him.
Riley didn’t know what to do. Standing there his fists clenched at
his side, his face red as a fire truck, his mind in total disarray as to the
quandary he found himself in.
“I think the whistles about to blow.” Xander whispered, as he
watched Riley’s face turn redder and redder, and the stupid look of ‘what the
hell do I do’ just continued to play over and over across his face.
Buffy sighed and stood up. She gently took Riley by the arm and
steered him back to his car. She petted his arm calmingly and spoke softly to
him. “Riley you should go home and rest you have to be at the base by
Riley just let her walk him to his car like a zombie. He knew that
she was treating him like a little kid and he knew that he couldn’t do anything
about it. It was like she had this
uncanny control over him and his senses, cause while he just wanted to strangle
her; it was like his hands just wouldn’t move.
She opened the door to his car and placed him inside, then closed
the door.
Riley turned to look at her sweet and serene face and thought what
a joke, she was anything but sweet and serene. She was the devil or a sorceress
with magical powers over men, that was the only answer that his dimwitted mind
could come up with. “DON’T take my car tonight Buffy or I swear I’ll…”
She leaned down and patted him mockingly on the cheek “You’ll
what, scold me again?” She smiled brightly at him. “Go home and rest Riley
you’ll feel better when you wake up. And don’t worry I won’t take your car.”
Riley searched her face for any sign of deceit and as usual, he
couldn’t find any. He started up his car
and without saying another word drove off.
***
Checking his watch for the twentieth time Angel tapped his pen
anxiously on the desk. He had been
sitting in this meeting all afternoon and he had absolutely no idea of what it
was about.
He knew last night, he knew what he was supposed to say and do, he
knew what cockroach he had to step on to acquire his latest acquisition. But everything was a blur after she walked in
his door. Now all he could do was fantasize about the little nymph and sit here
uncomfortably as his pants continued to get tighter and tighter.
He had shifted in his seat so many times already, that the people
sitting around him eyeballed him nervously.
They all noticed his lack of interest in the meeting and they were
petrified. They knew their boss; he had a temper that would rival the devil
himself and each person sat there wondering what they did wrong to piss him
off.
Little did they know, that his agitation stemmed from a petite
seventeen-year-old blonde who would not stop torturing him with visions of her
erotic sex play.
He rubbed his eyes; god he was tired, he hadn’t slept well. His
dreams plagued him with images of passionate embraces, husky moans, and the
sweet smell of sex…all night long. He
would wake up sweating and his dick hard as a rock. He must have taken ten showers in a course of
eight hours, and jacked himself off more times then when he was fifteen.
He grumbled loudly and everyone turned their ‘deer caught in the
headlights’ eyes to him, but he paid them no mind as he stared out the window
and again tried to figure out what the attraction was.
Yes she was gorgeous, yes she had a body that would make any man
drool, and yes she had a voice that just oozed sex, but she was just a kid!
There were plenty of women out there that were older more mature, more
experienced, and that were just as beautiful. Besides what could a
seventeen-year-old possibly know about giving and receiving pleasure, how
experienced could she possibly be?
His body hummed with excitement and his dick got harder as all the
pleasurable ways that he could help her become more experienced played out in
his mind.
“…the sale was late…” Wesley said.
“WHAT…JAILBAIT?” Angel shockingly shouted, turning in his chair;
just what the hell was this meeting about?
Wesley looked at him like he had lost his mind, “Ah no sir, I
said…the sale was late.”
“What?” He looked at all the confused faces that were staring at
him. When he finally got his bearings
back he cleared his throat and his eyes were hard slits. “I know that!” he
snapped, “continue.”
Wesley didn’t stop to wonder what was going on he just continued
speaking.
Holy shit he was losing his mind! She was jailbait and he was
nothing but a pervert! What the hell was wrong with him? She was
untouchable…she was a big no-no…she was…
Suddenly his eyebrow quirked up and his pen stopped tapping that
was it…it was the seductive lure of something that was taboo; the enticing
desire to touch her and take her and knowing that he couldn’t, that he
shouldn’t. That had to be it! He was obsessed only because she was
forbidden fruit.
He smiled feeling somewhat at ease with his revelation.
“Excuse me, Mr. Flanagan?” A timid voice said.
After a few seconds of silence, Wesley cleared his throat and
spoke louder. “Mr. Flanagan?”
Angel turned and glared at him with annoyed dark brown eyes.
“What?” He growled out.
“Will that b…be…all f…for today s…sir?” Wesley stammered out, uneasy under the hard
angry glare of his boss.
Angel looked around the room and saw all the scared faces staring
at him like he was going to rip their heads off. He smiled at all of them, then dropped his
pen and stood up, buttoning his jacket quickly before anyone noticed why he was
so distracted.
“Yes thank you Wes.”
They all jumped up and scattered like foxes evading the hounds. In
mere seconds he had managed to clear out a room that had just been occupied
with twenty people.
Wesley cautiously approached him. “Shall I run the contract up to
Mr. Gunn sir to look over?”
“What time is it Wes?” Angel asked as he walked out of the
conference room heading toward his office.
Wesley quickly followed behind him, haphazardly holding his papers
and trying to keep his glasses from falling off his nose. As he looked at his watch a folder fell out
of his hands and papers scattered all over the floor. “Oh my…it’s a
Yes he was definitely coming back to work…work…work…work…no
seducing, no touching, no tasting…none of that…work…work…work.
Wesley still on the floor sputtered out. “Yes s…sir, but ah…sir,
what about the contract?”
Angel walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the
parking lot. Instinctively he raked his
hand through his hair, and straighten out his suit, he blew into his hand and
smelled his breath, not liking what he smelled he took out a breath mint.
All the while not once realizing what he was doing, his only
thought was to pick up his daughter and see his torturer.