What Happens in Vegas
by
BmblBee
Part Six
"Well, I see you made it back. Everything work out o.k?"
"Ha Ha. Just what the world needs. A funny bartender."
Slap - $20
Clink - bottle.
"So what time is it, anyway?"
The bartender checked his watch and tucked the last bill into his already bulging spandex shorts. "Nearly 8 pm. If Mr. Sirrah is your Spike he should be rolling in about any time now. Need another beer?"
Almost time? Suddenly Xander wasn't so sure what he was doing here. When he started out looking for Spike it was to spice up his life. He was sure Spike would welcome him with open arms. After all, they were friends weren't they? Were they? It was hard to remember exactly how things were.
Maybe this was a mistake. It seemed like Spike had moved on just like all the others. All but Xander. Why couldn't he move on? What was missing? Xander was lost in deep thought while the bustle of shift change occurred at the tables behind his back.
The afternoon dealers, tired from being on their feet all day, gladly handed over the decks of cards and stacks of chips with a clap and wave of their hands. The new dealers accepting both with the same gestures, dropped the cards into the shuffler and never missed a beat.
Oblivious to all this activity, doubt,insecurity, and alcohol now caused Xander to rethink his plans. Maybe he would get a room and some sleep. It was a long drive and more than a couple of bottles. He could always come back tomorrow.
Decision made. Xander stumbled off the stool and turned to go.Their eyes met at exactly the same time and four eyebrows shot straight up. Spike had not seen his own reflection in a mirror in the last hundred and twenty years, but at this moment it was not necessary. He recognized his own expression in the reflection on the face of "Xander?"
Legs wobbling and eyes unfocused, Xander swayed where he stood. "Hey, Spike. It really is you. I mean they said William Sirrah, so I wasn't sure and you know it's not like I was really looking for you I mean Angel said you were in Vegas and I needed a vacation so I just thought I would swing out this way and...."
"Shit. Breath Harris! Look, I can't talk now, I'm working, so why don't you sit down at the bar and we can talk later."
Xander turned his head back in the direction of his smiley friend who promptly asked "Like a beer?"
By this time knowing his stomach was going to rebel if he poured any more alcohol into it, Xander declined the offer.
At that point he may have been mistaken, but it seemed the bartender's smile faltered, but only for a second, then returned full force.
"Tell you what, Spike, I'll just lean on the card table for a while, and maybe we can talk while you work." Before Spike had the chance to tell him that was not allowed, a very large, slightly blue gentleman in what could only be described as a 1920's zoot suit stepped up behind Spike and put a paw on his shoulder. "You know the rules Mr. William. No personal visitors while you are on duty. He wants to stay. He wants to play."
Suddenly this was one of those pivotal moments.
One of those light bulb over the head moments. *Click*
One of those times when Spike just knew an opportunity had thrown itself into his lap, and what he did with that opportunity would change things drastically in his unlife.
He too had been left floating alone after the fall of the Hellmouth. He reveled and celebrated with the Scoobies when they realized they had all gotten out. He believed he had finally been fully accepted. They had taken a few weeks to relax and regroup, then the shift started.
One by one they found their own interests pulling them away from the group and in different directions.
He retreated back to himself and waited to see what would happen. He had been a solitary figure for most of his time as a vampire. A few decades in the beginning with the family, and off and on times with his precious Dru, but those times were few and far between. Spike didn't like being on his own and had been ecstatic when he thought of himself as 'included'.
Subsequently he was now being put in the disgusting position of feeling things a vampire should never feel. He was angry when the witch went off on an extended vacation. He was humiliated and hurt when Buffy, Giles, and especially his Bit had gone to England to restart the Council.
They had left without so much as a by your leave. No one ever considering to ask him to go along, or even what plans he might have. They just left. Packed up, turned their backs on him and walked away.
But what really devastated him was when he came around one day and found Xander's apartment empty.
He had vamoosed.
Climbed aboard the Kiss My Ass train and pulled out of the station. Spike wasn't sure why that one had hurt so much, except that he and Xander had, at some point, become friends.
Hadn't they?
As far as Spike was concerned he would have liked to be a whole lot more. Just the thought of pressing himself against that larger hard, hot body had him sporting a woody he would have gladly used as a stake. On Xander. On Xander's ass.
Spike groaned and adjusted himself. But then he was gone. They were all gone, and he was alone. Not knowing what else to do, Spike headed for L.A. Maybe some time torturing his Sire would lift his mood.
The first time he had caught Angel with his dick in Wes's ass had been a revelation.
By the tenth time it was just annoying.
It only served to remind him of what he wanted with Xander, and couldn't have. So he did what he could. He got drunk, he played on Angel's insecurities, and he gave Wes a thrill.
Finally, thank God, Angel threw some money at him and tossed him out. Vegas had been Spike's idea. It had a huge demon population which offered the opportunity to find a place for himself, or so he hoped. Angel had, and continued to give, huge amounts of money.
Whenever he wanted more he would call and ask about Wes's health. BAM, the check arrived promptly the next day.
Working here was totally unnecessary, but filled in the time until he decided what he wanted to do next.
He was lost.
What - who - he really wanted, was unattainable.
Now when he least expected it, in the blink of an eye, circumstances present themselves and a plan formulates.
Haphazardly it plants itself and begins to take shape.
'O.k.' he thought. 'Deep unneeded breath' Don't move too quickly and don't let this fish get away. The fucking exact tuna that I have been dreaming about is now circling the boat.
Wiggle the bait.
Tease with the rod (He he), then when he least expects it, jerk the line, set the hook and reel him in.
Hell yes, this one's a keeper!'
"I don't think so, Pet." Spike let his eyes wander around the casino. Clearly the person standing in front of him was not holding his interest. "This game is for big boys. Men who have money in their pockets, and understand how the cards are played. Why don't you go get a roll of quarters and sit down at a poker machine. I'll try to catch up with you later. Run along now, Pet. I'm working."
Without glancing up, Spike returned his attention to the players at the table. He graced them with a big winners smile and delt the hand. Xander had been dismissed.
Outraged, Xander staggered back a step. What the fuck just happened? This was not the welcome he had envisioned in his head. Well he could boil a bunny in a pot, and by God he would not be ignored!!
Part Seven
"Hey! I'll have you know I got money. I got plenty of money! And anyway, Willow taught me how to play black trap on hercomputer so count my cash and gimme some chips."
Xander wedged himself into the only open seat at Spike's table. He found himself squeezed beside an older shriveled up lady he estimated to be approximately ninety years old by the name of Hazel.
Hazel was sucking on an oxygen machine, and Xander briefly wondered about the safety of that considering she was chain smoking at the same time.
On the other side of him was and a short round cigar chewing gentleman he overheard the blue pit boss call Guido. Guido needed a shower and some mouthwash.
Shrugging his shoulders in bored resignation, Spike scooped up the handful of bills and laid them out on the green.
"Changing two thousand!" He called over his shoulder. After receiving the go ahead, he dropped the money into the slot and counted out the chips.
As he slid them over to where Xander sat, Spike looked him in the eye and said "Jack."
Stacking his chips neatly Xander glanced up "Jack who?"
"Not who, what. The game is Black Jack. Not Black Trap."
The other players at the table all snickered and anted up for the next hand. The cards were rapidly shuffled and delt.
He had a king and a two. Struggling to concentrate, Xander stared at the hand in front of him.
'Think Xander, damn it. Think. What would Willow do.
He giggled.
It made him think of "What would Jesus do?"
What the fuck. "Jesus says, hit me."
Xander slapped his hand on the table.
Spike flipped over the next card.
Queen.
Bust.
Whoosh, gone were the chips he had bet.
'What the hell just happened?'
Xander looked to his left. Hazel collected her winnings. He looked to the right, Guido did the same.
O.k. Not to worry. Still have lots of chips to play.
"Like a beer?" The voice had to have been inches from his ear.
Xander jumped like he had been shot. "Shit!"
Still, the fear didn't quench his thirst so offering up a twenty got a bottle pressed into his hand.
"Xander, you know the beer is free when you're playing don't you?"
Spike had somewhere learned multitasking because he was very efficiently dealing the cards while insulting Xander's intelligence without breaking a sweat.
"Yeah, sure, I just felt bad for the waiter. Obviously he needed the money to buy himself a shirt. HA! HA!"
No one else laughed.
The cards were dealt.
Xander got a 19. "STAND!" He beamed.
What an excellent hand!
Until Spike got a 20.
So on it went. Pride and the exhilaration of winning one out of every twenty or so hands kept Xander at the table long after he should have crawled away.
Xander looked down at the chips in front of him. Twice they had dwindled down to a precious one or two and he had replenished them with more cash.
Now he had just three left. The next hand was a push. 'All right! That was good wasn't it?' Xander grinned 'No loss, no gain.'
The next two hands were a loss. Xander had one chip left.
Fishing into his pockets he realized he had no more money.
'Damn. How the hell did that happen?'
He had tried to talk to Spike, but between focusing on the cards and the heavy fog the alcohol had dropped on his
brain the evening had just slipped away.
"Fuck, I'm broke. Guess I'm done playing." Xander picked up and examined the chip in front of him hoping by studying it hard enough it might multiply. It didn't.
"Shame, Pet. You were just starting to get the hang of it. I've seen this happen before. The cards were just about to turn around. If you could have just hung on for a few more hands you would be winning for sure. Collecting the big bucks.
Vacationing in cash city. Rolling in the sun like a fat dog. Sniffing the....."
"Yeah, Spike I get it."
Waving his hand to the waiter Spike put on his most sympathetic expression. "At least let me get you a drink before you leave"
Before Xander could blink the waiter was reaching around and setting a bottle on the green in front of him. Snatching up the last chip as a tip, the waiter winked, blew him a kiss and was gone.
"Toddle off now, Pet. I don't get off work for another two hours, and you look like you need something to eat and a good nights sleep. Maybe I'll see you another time." Spike returned all of his attention to the players in front of him.
Xander didn't move.
He just knew Spike was right. After all, Spike was his friend. He wouldn't lie to him. If he said the cards were just about to turn around, it must be true. If only he had just a little more money.
Closely watching the expression on Xander's face, Spike knew he was within striking distance.
"Taking a break, Xan. See you later, right?" With a clap of his hands Spike turned the table over to another dealer.
Heading out the back door and lighting up a smoke, Spike leaned back against the wall to wait.
Three - two - one....
"Um, Spike?" Xander peered out the rear casino door and slipped out to join Spike in the parking lot.
"Oh, Xander, sorry, guess I forgot you were here. So how you been, pet? What on earth makes you look old Spike up? Thought you were off doing the world tour thing. How is everybody? Bunny, Wilton, the Bit?" Spike took a long slow drag on his cigarette.
"Who? Bunny? Wilton? Oh, you mean Buffy and Willow. They're good. Dawn's fine too. Least I think so. They all kind of went their own way. Begged me to come with, but I told them "no" I needed some space. Needed a little excitement and thought of yo - ah - Vegas. Bumped into Angel and he said I should come see you. Hadn't really thought about it,
but what the hell, free time and all."
Spike growled low at the thought that Xander had not come specifically to find him. Xander assumed he was growling at the mention of Angel.
"So, you really think I could win if I had a little more money?" Xander really didn't want to cash any more travelers checks, maybe one of his debit cards.
Watching Xander think, Spike was thrilled. 'O.k. Got him broke. Stay cool. Don't appear to interested.' "No doubt about it. Seen it happen lots of times. Bloke goes near belly up, then turns it around and breaks the bank." Another slow drag and an ash flick.
"I might see my way clear to float you a small loan, course it's not a gift understand. Hard working vamp like me can't be to generous. Would have to be some compensation," Last drag and the cigarette was flicked to the ground.
By now the cool night air had somewhat cleared Xander's addled state and he was delighted to find the alcohol had left one or two functioning brain cells unburnt. 'Perfect fucking opportunity.' He thought. 'I get to stay here with
Spike for the rest of the evening and it doesn't cost me a cent. Tomorrow I can....'
Unfortunately one of those last cells had dimmed to the capacity of a night light and he was unable to think any further ahead. But what the hell, It was all good.
"Thanks, Buddy. You're a real pal" Xander threw his arm around Spike's shoulder and together they reentered the casino.
Slipping him a wad of cash, Spike sighed "I try, Xan. I try."
Part Eight
Xander was filled with confidence as he sat back down at the table. After all Spike wouldn't want Xander to lose the money he had just lent him. That wouldn't make any sense.
The cool evening air had both cleared his mind and squelched the desire he had to puke up every drop of alcohol he had previously poured into himself.
So rubbing his hands together and tossing Spike a wink Xander slapped down his fresh supply of money and ordered
"Gimme some more chips"
"Changing a thousand" Spike called over his shoulder in the same disinterested tone he had graced Xander with all evening. Receiving the nod from the pit boss, Spike counted out the chips and the game resumed.
The first hand dealt him was a black jack. "Hell Yes!" Xander shouted. Waving a chip in the air, the eager waiter hustled over and traded it off for a beer.
Xander's plan was now taking shape in his watery brain. 'Win big tonight, pay Spike back his money, and return tomorrow. After a few nights of hanging out here, we could get together after Spike gets off work and ....'
"Bust"
"What?"
'Oops. O.k. Xanman, get your focus back on the cards and off your di...'
"14? Wow that is a really bad hand, right? What do you think Spike?"
"Sorry sir. We are not allowed to advise the players on whether they should stand or HIT! It is your choice to stand or HIT!"
"Riiiiiight. Gotcha. Hit me."
"King. Bust"
Whoosh the chips were gone. "What the fuck?"
And so it went. For the last two hours of Spike's shift the play went on, as Xander's luck continued on it's steady ugly decline. The odd coincidence was that the last chip was lost at exactly the same time the next shift dealer clapped and waved his hands signaling the exchange of staff.
Still trying to figure what had happened, Xander slid off the stool and stumbled out into the early morning air. 'Shit. Might as well go and get the car.' He the thought. 'At least I have an excuse to come back tomorrow. Still gotta pay Spike back the borrowed cash.'
"Hold up there Champ. Where do you think you're going?" Spike's step had fallen in beside him. Lighting up a cigarette he blew the smoke in Xander's face. "Weren't thinkin' of slippin' off with me money were ya?"
Xander stopped walking and faced Spike. Highly insulted at the implication, Xander huffed "No, Spike, I was not sneaking off. I'll get you your money. Anyway I thought you were going to see to it that I won. What the hell happened?"
"Can only do so much, Pet. Not my fault you can't play. Now, we're about an hour away from daylight so your friendly
UV challenged vamp here needs to head home, and you're coming with. There is no way I'm letting you out of my sight till I get my money back." Spike turned and resumed his trek down the street hoping he hadn't overplayed his hand and Xander would follow.
"Hey! I'll have you know I have mon...."
That's when the situation started to become clear. This was much better than if he had won. Oh yes, the potential of this was mind boggling.
But this needed to be handled delicately. Don't appear too anxious, but not too resistant either. The wording had to be exact. Running to catch up, Xander looked over at Spike and answered "Yeah, o.k."
It was a short walk to a quiet residential area. While only a few blocks off the strip, it seemed a world away. Older large homes that had been tastefully turned into smaller, comfortable apartments. Small but very upscale.
Punching in a number code into the security system, Spike went directly to the first apartment and keyed open the door.
He then stepped aside to allow Xander to enter. Focusing on the interior of the spacious room Xander moved forward
and promptly bounced back landing on his ass.
Spike roared with laughter. "How's it feel, Pet? Had the entrance warded. You need a proper invite by the owner, which just happens to be me."
"Yeah, Spike I get it. Now I know how you felt all those times. Ha Ha. Point made"
Xander actually didn't think it was funny at all. Remembering all those times he and the gang had done that to Spike
and watched him blocked out and bounced off suddenly made him very ashamed.
"Please come in Xander Harris" Spike made the grand gesture of sweeping his arm toward his apartment, formally inviting the fly into his web.
"Thank you Mr. Sirrah." All hard feelings forgotten, Xander smiled and entered the area that he would soon use as his trap, reaching down he adjusted his fly. "Speaking of which, where did you come up with the name of Sirrah?"
"Had to think of something didn't I?" Spike had already lost interest in the conversation and possibly his guest as he disappeared into what must have been the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower, Pet. Make yourself at home"
Xander dropped down on to the couch. This really was a nice place. He wouldn't mind staying here for a while. Only question now was what was the best way to make that happen? That's when his mind started to wander, as Xander's mind often did.
Xander could hear the water running. 'Hmmm, Spike is in the shower.' he mused. 'Damn, he never did say where I would be sleeping tonight. Just like him to leave me sitting here at 2:30 in the morning with no set place to sleep.
Well I will not be treated this way. I will just march in there and demand an answer!'
Spike had just lathered himself up and was preparing for a long hot luxurious wank. How could he not? The very person he had been pinning for was sitting in his living room.
Later, when the blood was no longer needed in his cock, he would get his brain on the task of thinking of a plan to keep Xander here as long as possible.
He had no sooner than gotten a good grip on the situation and one or two strokes when the shower curtain was suddenly jerked back.
"ACK"
Xander stood there. Oogle, scan, stare, shrug. "So where the hell am I supposed to be sleeping tonight? You never did say."
Xander's attitude and tone could have been the same if he had asked Spike the time, or when the next bus would be stopping by.
Spike was frozen in mid stroke. "Couch?" he squeaked.
"Fine. And don't use all the hot water. I'll be showering when you're done." With that, Xander was gone.
Lucky for Spike the tire had not gone flat because he was now more in need of that trip down the 'hurt myself highway' than ever before.
Part Nine
'WOW! Well that's one impressive vampire! If I was impressed by vampires.' Xander went back to the couch to await his turn. Sitting there was not nearly as comfortable as it had been before he went in
the bathroom.
Xander adjusted himself and tapped his leg nervously as he waited. 'Soooo, wonder what he thinks about when he....Nope not going to go there.' Xander got up and paced the room.
Spike stood stock still.
Dick in hand and mouth hanging open.
He didn't know whether to kick himself for missing a choice opportunityor be embarrassed for being caught.
O.k. that wasn't even a choice, because frankly nothing he did embarrassed him. Finally looking down he noticed he still had a very eager cock awaiting his next move. A cock, that if it had feet would have chosen the kick his ass option.
Without further hesitation, Spike soaped up and slapped skin on skin till he bent over, moaned Xander's name and shot a wad against the shower wall that could possibly have damaged the tile.
Xander continued to walk. Back and forth. Forth and back. After a few minutes he heard the water shut off.
Rushing back to the couch he leaped towards the seat and landed just as Spike walked out of the bathroom. Feeling much more relaxed Spike stuck his head into the livingroom, called out "All yours, Pet," and headed for the bedroom to dress.
Xander jumped to his feet and rushed toward the bathroom. He hated the thought of having to put on the same clothes he was wearing now, but till he could get back to his car and pick up his bags tomorrow, he was just stuck.
Stripping quickly, he cranked on the hot and jumped in. All he wanted to do right now was to take care of business.
Serious business.
Business he couldn't understand the exact reason for. There were no women around, only his good buddy Spike.
Compact and muscular Spike. Amazingly well hung and -eep - hard Spike. Xander had no more than really gotten wet and latched a strangle hold on his "business" when...
WHING
The shower curtain flew open. There stood Spike. Xander's hand stopped all movement. Spike's line of vision zeroed in on the "business" directly in front of him.
Five Seconds
Ten Seconds
"Spike?"
Spike's eyes suddenly snapped up and locked with Xander's. "Towels. Forgot to give you a towel. Laying a towel here for you." With that he was gone.
For Xander, this was one of those life altering situations.
The veil lifted and it was all crystal clear.
No more confusion, no more half thoughts.
He absolutely knew now what it was he wanted.
He knew why he was here and what he had been searching for.
His life now had meaning, and that meaning was finding a way to coax Spike's cock up Xander's ass. When the mental picture of that formed in his brain, Xander tugged his painful cock, groaned "Spike" and came quickly down the shower drain.
Huh, seems his cock was light years ahead of him on purposeful understanding. Amazingly, Xander was not all that shocked by this revelation. He was much too relaxed by one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had.
~*~*~*~*~
'WOW!' That's one impressive human.
All long and fat and really hard.
Bet it feels great. Bet it tastes even better.
Damn, if only he had turned around. I'll bet that is one sweet ass.
Oh, yeah, I made the right choice. One way or another, Xander is going to be mine. Mine to keep, and fuck, and suck, and not necessarily in a vampire way.
Looking down at his renewed hardon he sighed disgustedly. "Not again?"
Eagerly the head of his dick bobbed and twitched in it's best effort to nod it's head and answer "Yes again. Very much again."
'Well hell. Some cocks just can't be reasoned with.' Spike proceded to take matters into his own hand when Xander chose that moment to exit the bathroom.
Slowing only slightly as he passed, Xander glanced down at the punishing Spike's cock was enduring and strolled on to the living room. 'Yup,' He thought smiling, 'That's for me.'
Xander had redressed in t-shirt and boxers. He dropped to the couch and settled in. He was extremely pleased with himself. He just knew coming here was the right choice.
Yawning, he rested his head on one of the couch cushions. First thing tomorrow I need to go make aggangements for the car and pick up my clothes. Then all I have to do is think of a way to make him want me to stay. Shouldn't be too hard.
Least I know he isn't with anyone else. That hand appeared way to experienced.
Xander was so jumpy he wasn't sure he would be able to sleep. The butterflys in his stomach reminded him of the excitement he used to feel on Christmas eve. Wondering if Santa would come. Wondering what he would bring. Course that was before he got old enough to realize that Santa wasn't real and thank God wasn't the one who left all those empty beer bottles under the tree.
It was slightly traumatic to think Santa was an alcoholic. But, yeah, it was kinda like Christmas. Maybe he would write Santa a letter. Snickering, Xander composed it in his head.
Dear Santa, |
Part Ten
Spike felt twitchy. He could feel the sunrise not far off the horizon and he had been trying to sleep, but how could he?
Just knowing Xander was out there on the couch was almost more than he could stand. So warm, so human, so Xander. Being in a situation like this was all he had dreamed of for months before the fall of the Hellmouth. It was all he thought of in the weeks after.
He was crushed when Xander dumped him just like everyone else had. Run off and left him behind. Discarded him like a used snotty tissue.
Before then he had even, in his mind, planned how they could be room mates again. Set up house in some cozy little crypt. Xander would settle into the living room and Spike would settle into Xander's ass.
Ah, the coveted ass. The one that was presently sleeping on the sofa not too far away.
Spike flopped over on his other side. He knew all he needed was time. Time could melt glaciers. Time could turn coal into diamonds. Time could convince Xander he needed Spike just as much as Spike needed him.
O.k. possibly Xander would have to be turned in order to extend the time limit a few hundred years, but Spike was not
opposed to any plan that might work.
Spike lay as still as he could. Straining, he could hear Xander breathing. Rough and irregular. 'Ha! So he can't sleep either.' Rolling onto his back, Spike continued listening, wondering why his breathing was so off.
Then with a groan, it hit him. 'Oh, no. Not again.' Reaching down between his legs he knew that his cock had also heard and was aware of what Xander was doing.
Peeking under the sheet, the happy head of his dick was looking right at him. He could have been wrong, but he would have sworn the slit was smiling. In the dim room it resembled one of those big round smiley face stickers you see everywhere.
'Oh what the hell' He wrapped his fist around it and proceeded to choke. Spreading his legs he let his hand run on it's own. Using all his concentration, he focused on Xander's breathing.
Every once in a while Xander would moan or shift around. Spike could just imagine him squirming underneath him.
He caught the vague smell of arousal and his hand pumped harder. 'There!' Spike tilted his head to the side. He knew when Xander's cock had started to leak. He could detect the wonderful smell of come in the morning air.
Spike lifted his hips so he could easily slide his other hand down to cup his balls. They were deliciously heavy and full.
Xander shifted again and Spike imagined him rolling over to offer himself up.
Both Spike's hands pulled and rubbed a little harder. The head of his cock was now bubbling it's own juices and the
combined smell of the two of them was more than he could take.
Turning quickly to muffle his screams of passion into the pillow, Spike emptied his balls, pumping his juice out onto his sheets and hand. All he could think of was that Xander was doing the same.
It was almost like they were having sex.
Together.
Almost.
Spike sighed and fell asleep.
Xander finally found his other shoe. It was almost daybreak and he was anxious to get started. He hoped he hadn't wakened Spike with all his fussing around while he scrounged up his clothes and got dressed. He knew he had grunted a couple times when he was jerking up his jeans, but since he heard no movement, Spike must still be asleep.
He had several things to do, and he wanted to be finished and back here before Spike woke up. Which, if he remembered from the Sunnydale basement days, was probably around late-as-hell-in-the-afternoon.
Luckily there was an ATM machine in the lobby of Spike's building. Actually Xander had noticed that there were ATM machines in the lobby of every building in Vegas. It seemed to be some sort of city code. Using his bank card he withdrew several hundred dollars and started on his way.
Arriving at the parking garage was the first item on his list. He had decided that with the early morning traffic being quite a bit easier to deal with he would drive to all his other errands then as a final stop, get rid of the car.
He really hoped he was making the right choice, but if Spike saw the expensive convertible, he would know Xander could pay him back. He might even be willing to take the car in exchange. No, Xander could not allow Spike any loopholes like that.
The garage was deserted but for a couple trucks, a van, and an old man sleeping in the booth at the front entrance. Tapping on the bullet proof glass, Xander woke him up and handed him the ticket.
Despite the fact that there were only four vehicles in the entire garage, it still took nearly thirty minutes to retrieve the car.
Xander handed over the money and was given the keys.
As soon as he slid into the drivers seat, he smelled it. DAMN! The interior of the car smelled like a whore house. That God damn kid had apparently had more than just his own right hand in here for a good fucking.
The combined aura of ode pussy was interwoven with the permeating stench of what had to have been quarts of come. Whoever bought this car had better have plenty of little pine cone air fresheners to hang from the rear view mirror.
Rolling down the windows and hanging his head out like a dog, Xander took off for his next stop. A twenty-four hour adult supply shop. He had only been in one of these places once or twice before
so he opened the door cautiously and peeked in.
Surprisingly, it seemed fairly normal. There were no perverts licking feet or applying duct tape to their
body parts or any of the other things he thought might go on in a place like this. Whistling, he stepped in and grabbed a cart. Never knew what you might find.
First item - lube. And lots of it. Oh, Look! Flavors! He scanned the row. Being new to this he wasn't exactly sure whose preference the flavor was for. The lickor or the lickee.
Better buy several. They all made him think of sex.
Cherry - snicker. Banana - long and curved. Orange - round and juicy. Chocolate- cause duh. He loaded up and pushed his cart to the next isle. Cur thump cur thump. Damn wheel.
Condoms. Nope, none needed. Vampire - no germs. Virgin human - no previous ass useage.
He inspected the edible undies and passed. Sounded like they might get sticky and uncomfortable when wet.
He cruised down the leather section, perusing the whips and cuffs.
Possibly later.
That seemed more of a holiday gift item.
Finally after selecting a nice collection of butt plugs and vibrators he headed for the checkout.
Xander felt slightly guilty tearing the clerk away from his reading of Butt Munchers Monthly, however time was of the essence so he needed to move on. Laying everything on the counter, he watched as each item was scanned and priced.
Hmmm. Just seemed like he was forgetting something. Ah yes, batteries.
"Tell me, my good man," Xander asked thoughtfully with his hand on his chin, "Does The Purple Pirate vibrator take different batteries in the glow in the dark head than in the main part of the peg leg?"
Without looking up, the clerk added three pack of various sized batteries and totaled the order. "$85.98. Cash, no checks."
"Sounds reasonable." Xander counted out the money and snatched up his treasures.
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