Blast from the Past by Zarrah

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Chapter 2

"Come on ladies, let's go already!"

Buffy heard Amy's voice boom through her apartment. The biggest part of the afternoon consisted of getting dressed and primping to perfection, and they were all ready for The Pleasure Dome.

Well, everyone but Buffy.

She stood in front of her mirror, debating on her choice of dress. One look into Buffy's closet almost gave Cordelia a heart attack. She'd insisted on giving Buffy something risqué to wear.

She'd spent over an hour looking through Cordelia 's vast collection of designer clothes and finally decided on a light blue halter dress.

The dress wasn't something she would normally wear but Anya's earlier comment touched a nerve. She knew most of her clothes were simple and looked more sophisticated than anything someone her age should own, but she was far from virginal. And she would prove it, if it killed her.

She turned to the left, trying to see the back of her dress before turning a complete circle. The dress was backless; the front cut low and emphasized her breasts. She tried for the tenth time to get the material to cover more with no luck. Her breasts looked ready to pop out at any second. She sighed before shaking her head.

She ran her hands down the front of her, watching the material glitter in the lights from her room. The dress had an almost metallic look to it and every time the light caught it, it shimmered like small diamonds littered the surface. It hung to mid-thigh and the skirt flared just enough to soften the whole look. Ultra-high strappy high-heels finished the look and made her legs look twice their length.

Giving her hair another toss to shake out some of the curls, she gave herself one last look before making her way to the living room.

She spun on her heels before posing for the group. "Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"Oh, look who's getting her naughty on now!" Cordelia said with a huge smile.

Buffy almost blushed when the girls all whistled and shouted for her.

"You look fantastic, Buffy."

"You don't think it's too…`I'm a ho, take me home'?"

"Of course it is," Willow said, grinning. "That's why it's perfect."

Buffy giggled along with the others. "Well, what are we waiting on?"

Amy made a small whoop sound before saying, "Salty goodness, here we come!"


* * * *


The atmosphere inside the Pleasure Dome was unlike anything the girls had ever experienced. They walked into the building and were met with silence…until they took the stairs.

The music started in a low steady beat, getting louder the further into the club they walked. By the time they reached the top of the stairs where the main stage sat, the techno beats blasted so loud they could barely hear each other talking. It thumped in their chests, the sound coming from every corner of the room.

They took in all the sights around them. The low lighting made it hard to see anything except the stage. Bright lights blazed on the dancer currently performing and gasps were heard from the girls when they got their first look at the half-naked men The Pleasure Dome offered. The only other men in the entire building were those who worked there, all wearing nothing more than what looked like a painted on pair of black spandex pants.

They were all beautiful. Hard sculpted muscles and warm smiles were thrown their way and the girls giggled in response. A very large, bare-chested man named Jett led them to a table right up front next to the stage. He smiled and flirted with them all before taking their drink orders and telling them to enjoy the show.

Buffy looked around the room, amazed at what she saw. Women were everywhere. They were standing along the front of the stage, holding their hands high with a "tip" to offer to the current dancer. More women were sitting at the small tables scattered around the room while others hung around the bar. Almost all of them were screaming as the man of the moment strutted his stuff on stage.

"I can-not believe this place!" Willow yelled, trying to be heard over the roar of the crowd.

"I know, isn't it great?" Cordelia yelled back, eyeing the dark-haired piece of eye candy named Damien, who currently danced on stage, in nothing more than a scrap of cloth covering his bare essentials.

He danced and flexed his muscles for the ladies lining up to see him and his smile was intoxicating. He worked the crowd into a frenzy. Every woman standing at the stage got a chance to touch him, her tip accepted with a small kiss on the cheek, before he'd move to the next lady.

The girls all laughed and stared at Damien dance and they all knew the excitement of the night had only begun. Buffy watched her friends get as animated as the other females in the room. They were standing, clapping, and yelling Damien's name while he performed and even though watching half naked men dance had never been on her list of things to do, she had to admit the sight was one to behold.

Drinks flowed and laughter ensued as the evening wore. The whole group sat shocked when Anya paid for a very seductive lap dance from a man wearing nothing but a g-string and a cowboy hat. Buffy thought she would die laughing when Anya grabbed his ass and pulled him down on top of her and started grinding her hips into him. They had all whistled and cattle-called. The dancer seemed to enjoy her practically dry humping him in front of one hundred and fifty screaming women. One look at his face proved that. He enjoyed the dance every bit as much as she did.

When the last dancer exited the stage, the girls all sat patiently, watching a man in a tuxedo walk onto the stage with a microphone.

"Ladies, if I can have your attention please," he said. "The moment you have all been waiting for is almost here, so please, take this opportunity to refresh your drinks and grab the smelling salts as our next performer prepares to entertain you!"

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The girls looked at each other when the entire club seemed to take the noise level up ten notches. They had no idea why, but as the crowd became more animated, their enthusiasm also rose.

Jett returned just in time to refill their drinks and Buffy happily drank hers down before ordering another. The more she drank, the less embarrassed she felt. A good stiff drink was all it took to let her inhibitions go and she was having the time of her life.


* * * *


Spike looked out from behind the curtain, scanning the crowd. The roar of applause for him floated to the back stage area and caused his smile to widen. He loved this part, the anticipation of his arrival.

"Rowdy crowd tonight," the announcer said, stepping back stage and stopping beside him.

"Looks like."

"Better watch the brunette at table five. She's a little on the grabby side," the announcer said, laughing. "But that's never been a problem for you, now has it?"

"No, can't say it has." Spike stretched his neck to look over at table five. He smiled when he saw the table of six women. All beauties from what he could see.

They all seemed to turn towards the stage at once and he stared at each one, taking in the way they were dressed. They weren't your average crowd. These ladies knew how to dress-to-impress.

His eyes landed on one of the blondes and when she smiled, his heart nearly stopped. He'd memorized that smile. Seen it in his dreams a thousand times. He searched her face, his eyes widening before looking back at the others.

He knew them. Knew them all.

"Bloody hell."

"Problem?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On if they recognize me or not."

Images he tried to forget flooded his mind. Images of their faces alight with laughter at his expense. The hateful words spat at him daily and the constant taunts and ridicule for the boy he once was paralysed him. He stared at them, knowing his worst fear had just been realized.

"You know them?"

He never answered. His eyes sought her out again and when they finally landed on her, his breath caught in his throat. His angel. The one thing in the world he would have given anything to have. To spend one second in her presence was like taking a breath of air after being denied.

He smiled as he stared at her, the smile on her face bringing back all the memories of her he'd tried unsuccessfully to bury for years. No one compared to her. She'd bewitched him from the second he laid eyes on her his very first day of school. She was a vision. A goddess in his eyes and he felt sixteen again looking at her.

She was even more beautiful now than the last time he'd seen her. Her hair was longer and blonder. Her sun-kissed skin glowed in the low lighting and her smile lit up the entire room.

Her being here was like a gift from above. It delighted him more than anything he could remember. He never thought he would see her again, but here she was.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

"Huh, what did you say?" he asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder.

"I said are you ready?"

Taking one last look at her, he let the curtain drop and stepped back against the wall. He took several deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. Tonight's performance would be extra nerve racking. Dancing in front of Sunnydale Highs elite caused the insecurities he struggled to overcome to scratch the surface again.

"Come on Spike, that's not you anymore," he told himself, quietly. "You can do this. They'll never know it's you."

Opening his eyes again, he looked in the mirror one last time. He took in his appearance. He looked nothing like he did ten years ago. They would never know who he really was.

Well, at least not yet. A wide smile crossed his face.

Turning to the announcer, he gave him a nod of his head, indicting he was ready, before looking to his left when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. One of the bouncers stood there, staring out at the crowd from behind the curtain.

Spike peeked out the curtain again, looking at Buffy. His thoughts were running rampant at the sight of her and an idea flitted through his mind. He grinned and glanced at the bouncer. “Hey mate, care to help me with something?”

* * * *

The announcer stepped back onto the stage and said, "Ladies, are we ready?"

"Yes!"

The club roared. Buffy and the girls watched every female in the club rise to their feet and rush the stage. They looked to each other when the chants started and the six girls all smiled when the name "Spike" rang out to deafening decibels. They all laughed before exiting their seats and pushing their way through the throng of women to be center stage.

"And now, for your viewing enjoyment, The Pleasure Dome is proud to present the man who instils more wet dreams with a single glance than any other man alive…the one, the only…Spike!"

His name echoed throughout the room when Billy Idol's, Rebel Yell started to play. The loud thumping beats Buffy felt in her chest from the music and the crowd was quickly replaced when she caught her first glimpse of him.

Her breath caught and every thing around her dimmed as she stared at the man who came through the curtain.

Tight, black jeans encased his lower body and a black t-shirt hugged every muscle of his chest. His bleached-blonde hair stood in tiny spikes on his head. His skin a creamy alabaster with hard toned muscles that stretched the material of his shirt. He swayed slowly to the beat of the music, strutting his way across the stage and looking out through the crowd at everyone screaming his name.

He looked like the ultimate bad-boy. The one your mother warned you about.

Buffy's heart beat double-time when he suddenly turned toward her. Shockingly blue eyes locked on hers and it felt like a lighting bolt struck her. The tingles started low in her stomach before firing off every nerve ending in her body.

He tilted his head to the side, his eyes roaming over her body before he licked his lips and smiled. She felt her knees go weak before her lips curved into a smile.

He was simply beautiful.

He turned when the beat of the music got faster and there wasn't a single person not completely mesmerized by him. He moved across the stage and worked the crowd, the screams of his name becoming louder by the second.

The smile on Buffy's face matched her friends. She glanced away from him to see them screaming along with everyone else in the club. She turned back to the stage and watched Spike stop in the middle of the floor. He ran his fingers slowly down his chest before grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and raising it to show the slightest bit of skin hidden under the fabric.

The women in the club screamed out their approval. His joy at their reaction showed on his face. He leered at everyone, his tongue sliding between his lips and being caught with his teeth. The small action earning him more screams and hands shot up, fists clutched with money.

Buffy understood now what the announcer meant when he said, "more wet dreams with a single glance," because the minute Spike turned and looked at her again, her heart nearly stopped. Just one simple glance and her mind conjured images of naked flesh and how he would feel wrapped around her body.

The music picked up its tempo and the gorgeous blonde on stage grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it down the center. Buffy nearly went deaf when the noise level rose and he pulled the shredded material from his body.

Hard, toned muscles flexed and rippled with every move he made and she watched him greedily.
He turned suddenly and faced her. Buffy felt her face flame when he looked directly at her. His tongue slid across his bottom lip, his eyes drinking her in and she wondered what she'd done to garner this gorgeous man's attention.

She turned her head then, looking to see if he was in fact looking at someone else, but the minute she locked eyes with him again, he smiled at her. The action almost did her in. He was looking at her.

He walked across the stage, his movements slow and almost predatory, and Buffy's eyes never left his face until he stopped right in front of her. He bent to one knee, reaching out and running his fingertips over her collarbone before lightly tracing her arm down to her fingers.

When he grabbed her hand, Buffy's smile widened before he reached for the other. She stood there, holding his hands and staring up into his smiling face before she felt someone grab her around the waist. Before she could turn to see who it was, Spike and the anonymous person behind her lifted her to the stage in one quick movement.

Her excited shriek sent her friends into a screaming fit. They laughed and cheered her on. She gasped when her feet landed on the floor and Spike pulled her against his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and immediately guided her hips into a dance.

Buffy's eyes fluttered. He rocked their bodies to the beat of the music and she found it hard to control her breathing. She stared up at him, the look on his face her undoing. This gorgeous man was in her arms and she knew she'd never have another chance to explore all this man had to offer.

She tentatively laid her hands on his arms, feeling the corded muscles under her fingertips before letting them travel up the length of them to his shoulders. She blushed before looking up at him through her lashes. The look he gave her made things low in her belly tighten and sent her pulse racing before she smiled and ran her palms over his smooth skin.

The look on his face turned seductive and Buffy watched the bright blue of his eyes darken the longer she stared at him. He was even more beautiful up close. His lips were full, the bottom much thicker than the top. Long lashes swept his cheeks when he blinked and his cheekbones were impossibly high.

She felt his hand skim her exposed back before he leaned forward, burying his face in her neck. She tilted her head to the side and held her breath. A small, barely there kiss was felt, followed by two more before he licked a trail to her ear.

A shivered danced up her spine at the move and his arms tightened around her. His warm breath tickled the small hairs at the back of her neck and she swallowed hard before closing her eyes.

She could only imagine what this man could do. The way she felt with nothing more than a few kisses to her exposed skin made her want to beg for more. She heard nothing but the beat of the music and she swayed with him to the rhythm. The sensations running throughout her body blocking out everything but him.

She felt him smile against her neck and opened her eyes when he stood up straight. Once again her attention was drawn to the blue of his eyes. He stared at her like she was the only woman on the planet. Her pulse quickened at the thought.

With heavily lidded eyes, she licked her lips, feeling his hands slide down her back to cup the rounded globes of her ass before massaging her flesh and stare directly at her.

Buffy leaned in closer to him, running her hands up and down his arms, feeling the muscles under his skin before she slid them over his bare chest. He felt like silk under her fingertips and her eyes followed her hand's path. Her breathing increased with every second that passed.

She smiled at the feel of the hard corded muscles of his stomach twitching under her fingertips and felt empowered by his reaction. Each muscle traced with the tip of her finger before dipping to the waistband of his pants.

She could see her friends out of the corner of her eye and the sight of their thrilled faces encouraged her. Her hands came to rest on the waistband of his pants. She looked up to see a wickedly sexy smirk cross his face.

The crowd chanted "off" and Buffy tore her eyes away from him to look at the women surrounding the stage. She smiled before she looking up at him.

When he whispered, "They're Velcro," and nodded his head at her, she grabbed the material in both hands and stepped back, yanking the pants from him. She felt exhilarated when he sucked in a breath of air between his teeth and the crowd went wild.

Spike stood in nothing but a black scrap of material and Buffy closed the distance between them. The women surrounding the stage all screamed when Buffy wrap herself around him again.

She loved the way his hands felt on her body as they danced. Her skin tingled where his fingers ran softly up her back before tracing down the length of her spine. The smirk he gave her earlier once again made her knees weak before he grabbed her ass and lifted her up his body. Buffy gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He smiled at her before grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. Buffy's eyes clouded over when he ran his hands over her bare thighs and up under her skirt. Small circles ran over the smooth flesh of her naked ass before he hooked a finger on the back of her g-string panties and pulled slightly.

Buffy's breath hitched in her throat. The material rubbed against her clit and she felt him grind himself against her. Nothing separated their bodies but two tiny pieces of thin material and Buffy could feel the weight of him between her legs.

He stared at her and rounded his hips, grinding their bodies together. She could feel the heat scorching her and she ran her hand up into his short spiky hair. Spike lowered his head, once again kissing her neck and Buffy responded with the same, placing a small kiss on the side of his neck before licking a path up the length of it.

She smiled at the slight hint of salt, remembering what Amy had said earlier about salty goodness and memorized the way he felt in her arms.

He thrust his hips into her and she’d never been so aroused. This total stranger continued to grind his cock against her and she found herself pulling him closer to her with her legs. Her pussy clenched and the ache in her lower belly had her riding him with reckless abandon.

The heat between them grew, making her dizzy with excitement. She panted for breath, his lips and tongue licking and sucking at her flesh.

She felt him smile against her skin before kissing a fiery trail across her jaw. Buffy turned her head to him, her eyes glazed over with lust and smiled before lowering her head. She almost melted when he extended his tongue and ran it over her bottom lip. She trembled at the small action and opened her mouth, begging for just a taste.

Their eyes locked and their hips repeatedly grinded into each other, Pantomiming sex as the crowd cheered them on. His mouth lingered over hers, his breath hot and welcoming and Buffy almost screamed when the song ended.

Their moment was over.

He stilled his movements and she stared at him for long moments before reluctantly lowering her legs to the floor. Their gazes were locked and the smile he gave her caused goose bumps to prickle her skin.
With a heady look, Spike lowered his head and leaned in, kissing a trail up her neck before sucking her earlobe into his mouth and giving it a small bite.

"Thanks for the dance, luv," he whispered, his warm breath in her ear causing a chill to run up her spine. "I'm sorry it’s over."

Buffy smiled wide when he let her go and grabbed her hand, stepping away from her and turning to the crowd. He gave a little bow before holding their joined hands and motioned for her to do the same.

He waved to the crowd and turned to her, lowering their hands before laying a soft kiss on her palm and walking her back to the edge of the stage. With one last glance, he let her go.

One of the waiters helped her to the floor. She saw him throw a grin toward Spike and she turned her head, watching him walk the half circle of the stage.

He leaned down, taking his time while peppering soft kisses on the cheeks of the other ladies all waiting for their turn.

"Buffy!"

Buffy turned to her friends. She walked back to the table where everyone stood and glanced back up at Spike. He looked at her briefly before he gave her a wink and turned, exiting the stage. She felt her cheeks redden at the small gesture before she grinned and took her seat.

"You little slut!" Anya yelled, all six of them bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Oh my God, Buffy, do you have any idea how sexy that looked? You practically fucked him in front of the entire room!"

Buffy sat speechless, listening to her friends scream out their praises over the dance through the noise in the club. Her skin still tingled where his hands massaged her flesh and she could feel a cool breeze sweep across her neck where the air hit her still-moist skin.


* * * *


Spike grabbed his robe the minute he walked behind the curtain and slipped it on, walking straight back to his dressing room. He tried to tune out the comments of the other dancers about his show. He still struggled to grasp the concept that the woman of his dreams had just been in his arms.

Walking into his dressing room, Spike shut the door behind him, walked to his dressing table, and grabbed his cigarettes. With a shaky hand he pulled one from the pack, placed it between his lips before he sat down, and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he let his head fall back, letting the nicotine fill his lungs, and closed his eyes.

He could still see her face. The way her eyes clouded over in lust for him, her eager mouth hovering above his asking for more. He licked his lips and could still taste her slightly salty skin…her warm flesh forever imprinted in his mind. He could smell her perfume lingering on his skin and knew he’d take his last breath wanting her.

His cock twitched and he laughed. He looked down, shaking his head. "It's over now. No need to get excited."

Lifting his head, Spike stared at his reflection in the mirror, studying it before a slow smile played across his lips.

He’d finally touched heaven.

He stared at himself in the mirror, going over the last ten minutes in his mind before he grinned big and yelled, "yes" and laughed. He inhaled deeply, taking in her lingering scent and sighed at the thought of her.

"An angel," he said to no one. "That's what you are, Buffy. An angel."

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