Categories > TV > Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Darla's Childe
TITLE: Darla’s Childe (11a/12)
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: This Chapter, and the others in the story, contains explicit descriptions of fictional characters having sex while under the age of consent. Notice the key word, fictional? If this really bothers you, don’t bother reading any further. You have been warned.
PAIRING: Xander/Darla; other characters and pairings
DISCLAIMER: Of course they don’t belong to me, I wish they did; I’d treat them a hell of a lot better than the Crack head and the others.
SPOILERS: None
SETTING: The Summer before Welcome to the Hellmouth
DISTRIBUTION: Any list archives, anybody else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, Read and Respond, it feeds my Muse
CASTING NOTE: Jill is played by porn goddess extraordinaire Jewel DeNyle
Also: Amy Madison is played by Teagan Presley
NOTE: This chapter turned out a lot longer than I anticipated, so I'm chopping it in two, and I'll post the second half tomorrow night.
AUTHORS NOTE ON THE TIMELINE: The story started on Thursday, August 28th, 1996, and will end the evening of Monday, September 2nd, 1996, which was Labor Day. The next story will pick up on the morning of Tuesday, September 3rd, 1996, the first day of school at Sunnydale High School.
This is part of my 2009 NaNoWriMo Entry, and, as such, has not been beta'd!
Darla's Childe 11
Los Angeles, at the same time as the previous chapter.
Following Xander's directions, Jill pulled off the freeway and turned onto Robertson Boulevard. Passing the Skin Gentleman's club, Jill's eyes lit up at the “Amateur Night Contest” sign on the marquee. Seeing her reaction, Xander grinned, “So, fancy doing a turn on stage?”
“Can I? Master, you have no idea what living with the dipshit for the last two years did to me! It's funny, but I'm so glad you and Mistress took me away from that! For the first time since I was married, Iactually feel attractive, even sexy! I don't think you understand just how wonderful that feels, and, I'll admit, I like the idea of abunch of men and women getting hot watching me, and knowing that they can never have me!”
“Of course you can, Jill! But, let's get Winifred situated first, Idon't think we need to have the LAPD taking a look at your backseat and seeing a dead body. Especially if she wakes up and doesn't understand what happened!”
Jill laughed, “Good point!”
“The hotel Darla told me about should just be another block or so down. Ah! There it is, on the right hand side of the street? The Hotel Armand?”
“The Hotel Armand?' You've got to be shittin me!” Jill laughed.
“I know, I had the same reaction when Darla told me about it, but, there are a chain of, shall we say, 'nightlife friendly' hotels in cities all over the country, and the guy who started it thought it would be funny to fuck with peoples heads!”
“Well, it works! I remember reading the first book, and laughing hysterically at the drama queens! I don't know what she was smoking, but it's obvious that she never met a real vampire before writing that interview!”
Pulling into the parking lot of the Hotel, Xander walked in and got them apair of rooms for the night. Following the desk clerks instructions, Xander had Jill drive around to the back of the building, where acouple of employees were waiting to take Winifred up to her room. Xander and Jill followed right behind, and went into the adjoining room. Jill noticed that, after a quick glance at her, the employees were almost exceedingly polite, and, after they were alone in the room, turned to Xander.
“What was going on with those two? It was like they were almost afraid to even look at me!”
“Remember what I told you when I fed you some of my blood last night? They could tell you belonged to me, and they also knew that I could, and would destroy them instantly if they bothered you, so they decided to be smart and not bother you.”
“Oh!Okay, now I understand what you meant. To be honest, I was just so thrilled to be free of the dipshit, not to mention, my mind was still blown from the orgasms you and Mistress gave me, I would have agreed to pretty much anything at that point!”
“I figured you weren't really conscious of what I was offering you, but, subconsciously, you understood what I was offering, and you accepted it.”
Jill thought about that for a couple of seconds, and nodded.
Xander said, “I noticed a dancer's supply store not far from the club, so, if you want to compete tonight, we'd better get moving so you can pick out a costume.”
“What about Winifred?”
“She won't wake up until around 2 or 3 in the morning, and we'll be back by then!”
Jill got a wicked smile, 'But what if we find a playmate for the night?”
Xander shook his head, “Not tonight, because after you do your show, I'm planning on bringing you back here and fucking you until you beg for mercy! If you want us to come back next weekend and pick up aplaymate, I don't think that will be a problem, but, don't forget, we have an appointment with a certain female lawyer, I believe her name is Lilah Morgan?”
“Lilah?Oh yeah! She's one of the bitches the dipshit cheated on me with! Well, I definitely want to meet her, and, if she didn't know he was married, we can go on from there. If she knew, well, that's adifferent story! I think it would be handy having a pet lawyer, don't you Master?”
“True, very true. But, times a wasting, and I want to see you strut your stuff, so let's go!”
It only took a couple of minutes to get to the Dancer Supply Company, and, once inside, Jill quickly zeroed in on the costume she wanted. Taking it into the changing room, she was satisfied it was a good fit for her, and, packing it back up, took it to the counter where Xander paid for it.
Driving back to Skin, he had to laugh at the way Jill was bouncing in her seat from excitement.
Amusement in his voice, he asked, “Am I going to have to fuck you over the hood of the car to get you calm enough to dance?”
Jill got a slightly glazed look in her eyes before shaking her head and laughing. “That won't be necessary, but, that's a nice mental picture!”
“Tell you what, if you win the contest tonight, we can make a detour on the way to the hotel, okay?”
“Oooh! With an incentive like that, I'm gonna have people creaming in the pants tonight!”
When Jill parked the car, Xander had her wait while he changed his appearance slightly, just enough to appear about 25 years old. After having Jill check him over, making sure that he looked normal, they got out of the car, and walked up to the cashier window.
The cashier didn't do more than glance at Xander, he was too busy checking out the way Jill's breasts were moving in her top. Buzzing them in, Jill went over to the contest sign up table, while Xander waited at the door to the showroom.
“The contest will start a little after 10pm, so we have about an hour to wait.”
“Okay, well then, let's get a table and watch the dancers for a bit.”
They were greeted by a Hostess who brought them to a table near the stage, and, after the waitress took their drink order, Xander took a look around the club. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the club was a clean and pleasant place, and the customers were decently dressed and, so far at least, reasonably well behaved. Putting the thought aside for further consideration, he sat back in his chair and watched the dancers. The dancers were all uniformly attractive, although he didn't care for the fact that most of them had obviously had their breasts augmented. Turning to Jill,
“One more nice thing about what I did for you, you won't ever have to worry about losing your figure, or needing to get implants! You will be just as sexy 60 or 80 years from now as you are now, and you won't ever have to worry about losing your sex drive.”
Jill whipped her head around to look at him, “Master, could you please refrain from dropping these sort of bombshells on me in public? Telling me that sort of thing just makes me wet, and makes me want to get on my knees and suck your cock, and that would probably not be appreciated by the management!”
“Let me ask you, do you think you could learn enough to manage a club like this? I'm thinking that we will need some sources of income, and I'm sure you would like something to do with your time, am I right?”
“I do have a degree in Business Management from Nichols College, it's been a couple of years, but I could dust off the books. But I would obviously need some hands on experience, because I've never managed aclub.”
“That's something we can look into, it's not like it has to be done tonight. I'm just thinking about the future.”
Turning back to the stage, Jill started smiling, “If these are the professional dancers, I've got this contest in the bag! I mean, look at that girl, yeah, she's got a nice figure, but she has no sense of rhythm at all, and it looks like she would rather be doing her laundry instead of dancing here!”
“I see what you mean, I never thought a woman could look bored playing with her nipples.”
“Well, she doesn't have somebody like you to come home to, so I imagine she has a hard time getting excited about anything. Unlike me, because Iknow that you are going to make me cum my brains out tonight, and that's enough to get anybody excited!”
Jill was so excited about what she was saying, she hadn't even realized that somebody was standing right behind her, until she heard a womans voice mutter “Lucky Bitch!” and trying to cover it with acough.
Turning around, she saw an attractive strawberry blonde, who was dressed as one of the Hostesses standing there, holding a clipboard. “Yes?”
“Sorry to interrupt, but, is your name Jill?”
“It is”
“The girls who have entered the contest are gathering in the dressing room to get ready.”
As Jill turned to leave, Xander pulled her into a scorching kiss, and said, loud enough for the Hostess to hear, “Remember my promise if you win the contest!”
“Damn it, Xander!” She laughed, “My panties are already drenched, do you want me to get myself off here in front of everybody?”
Following the Hostess, Xander was able to hear the curious woman lean in and say, “I'm sorry for being nosy, but what promise did he make you? It must have been something hot the way you reacted!”
He smiled as he heard Jill laugh again, “If you really want to know, Master promised to fuck me senseless over the hood of the car if I won! And I know he can do it, too! Our first night together, he and my Mistress made me pass out because I came so many times!”
Xander watched as the two women moved out of sight down a hallway. “Good girl, Jill! I really hope you win, because I would love to keep my promise to you.”
The Dressing Room
“Damn girl! How did you get so lucky? I'm lucky if I can get a guy to make me cum once a night, and you get a stud like that!”
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but, let's just say that he and Darla rescued me from a real bad situation, and they have made my life so much better! I really get off on being dominated, and Iended the night with my mouth on Darla's pussy while Xander fucked me in the ass! I honestly lost track of how many times I came that night!”
“Shit!I don't suppose they're interested in another girl, are they?”
“I don't know, they've got a pretty full plate as it is, but, I tell you what, I'll ask them about it, and, we're probably going to be coming back next weekend, so they can talk to you then, if there is any possibility. But before I do that, I need to know your name.”
The Hostess laughed, a little embarrassed, “Sorry about that, but Igo by Sunday.”
“Interesting name, I take it that's not the name you were born with?”
“Not quite! But it's done well enough for me for the past few years.”
“Well, I'll ask them, and hopefully we'll talk to you next weekend. But, I've got to get changed, and wring out my panties! How do we know what order we are supposed to go out?”
“They will call you when it's your turn. That reminds me, do you have an requests for your song?”
“Not really, as long as it's not Hip Hop, and has a decent beat that I can move to, I'll be fine. It's been a few years, but I think I remember how to put on a good show.”
“You've danced before?”
“Yeah, for a year or so in college, to make rent money. It's been over two years though, so I'm okay with the contest. I checked when I signed up, and they said it's been long enough.”
“Works for me! And, good luck.” Turning toward the door, Sunday paused, and, with an impish smile, said, “If you still need to work of some of that tension after you dance, I'll be glad to lend a…. hand.”
“You little minx! Trying to get a good reference already? I think I'm going to have to pass, because I have a feeling I'm going to need every bit of energy I can get before the night is out! When Xander gets going, the man is a machine!”
The Showroom
Xander amused himself by seeing how many women tried to catch his eye, and how many men looked angry about it. He was up to 15 women and 13 men when the Disc Jockey announced the beginning of the contest. There were only three women in the contest, and, even though he new he was biased, Jill was the sexiest of the lot. The other two seemed to know it as well, based on the glares they were shooting her. Of course, the fact that Jill was dressed as a female version of Indiana Jones, including the battered fedora and bullwhip probably helped, vampire or not, he was still a bit of geek!
Jill was the first of the three to dance, and, as the other girls left the stage, the synthesizer opening to “I Want Your Sex” came pumping out of the speakers. With a slight smile, she started to move, just dancing in place at first, but, when the vocals started, she slipped out of the leather jacket, and tossed it to Xander, who caught it easily, to the hoots and howls of the men in the audience. Still moving, but keeping her eyes on Xander, she uncoiled the whip from her waist and gave it a crack, before running the handle between her legs, tossing her head back at the sensation rubbing against her panty covered pussy. Xander could feel the arousal coming off of her, and, looking around, he could see that she was affecting most of the audience, even some of the other dancers who were working the crowd for table and lap dances were squirming around.
Next came the skirt, which puddled on the floor at her feet, leaving her in a g-string, tied off shirt and the fedora. Dropping the whip, she took off at a run across the stage, leaping for the pole in the center, which she grabbed with her hands, and, pulling herself up, wrapped her thighs around it, and leaned back, holding onto the fedora with one hand, while pulling open the knot holding her shirt closed with the other hand. The audience exploded with cheers and applause when her breasts were exposed, they were all caught up in her obvious exhilaration. Xander actually had to adjust himself, because he was finding himself turned on as well.
By this time, the music was building to a climax, and Jill was rubbing herself against the pole, bringing more sounds of approval from the audience, before she broke away and, doing a split on the stage, pulled a snap on her g-string, and pulled it off, leaving her totally nude except for the hat, which was still perched on her head. Just as she reached for the hat, the music ended and the lights on the stage went black.
By the time the applause had quieted, and the lights came back on, Jill had already gathered her costume and left the stage.
The next dancer had just started her set when Jill came rushing out of the dressing room, back in her street clothes, except for the fedora, which she had cocked at an angle on top of her head. She had just sat down, and before Xander could do more than smile and say “Well done!” Sunday came rushing up to her, and said that the manager of the club wanted to see her. With a nod from Xander, who had a strong suspicion he knew what the manager wanted, she and Sunday left.
About 20 minutes later, after the other dancers did their routines, to desultory applause, Jill came back and sat down.
“What did he want? Although I could probably hazard a good guess, based on the crowd reaction.”
“If you guessed that he wanted to offer me a job, you would be right. I told him that Iwould have to think about it, because I don't live here in LA, and also, I'm more interested in learning how to manage a club like this instead of just dancing. He said that I could do both, if I came to work here, I would spend half a shift learning the ropes, and the rest of the shift I would dance.”
“Are you interested? I could tell you really enjoyed yourself up there, but would you want to do it every night?”
“I'm not sure, I did love the way the audience reacted, and, we did talk about me learning how to manage a club, but I'm not sure about driving four hours a day to get here and back. Besides, I really don't want to be that far away from you and Darla.”
“Well, we can talk about it when we get back to Sunnydale, and if it's something that you really decide you want to do, we'll figure out a way to make it work out. I loved watching you up there, you were amazing, and, if it makes you happy, I'll help you any way I can. I take my responsibility very seriously.”
Further conversation was interrupted by the Disc Jockey announcing the contest winner, and, to absolutely no ones surprise, Jill was declared the winner of the contest, and the $500 cash prize.
As they left the club, Sunday approached Jill and handed her a slip of paper, before moving to greet a new customer.
Once they got to the car, Xander broke the silence, “What was that about? Are you picking up women already?” He asked with a smirk.
“Actually, if I was, it was a woman for you and Darla, as well as me. She got really turned on when I told her how you two make me feel, and how hard I cum when you fuck me in the ass! She asked if you were looking for another girl. I told her I would talk to you about it, and let her know.”
“Do you want to fuck her?”
“Hell yeah! She's hot, and she offered to lend me a hand if I needed to cool down after my dance, but I told her I wanted to save my energy for you!”
“Smart move, because I plan to wear you out tonight. But, if you are really interested in her, I suppose that I can bring Darla with us next weekend and give her atryout, so you can see if she's as good as you think.”
“Ooh! That's going to be fun! But, where can we go tonight that won't get us discovered? I've been thinking of almost nothing but your big cock pounding me all night!”
“I know just the place, start driving, and I'll give you directions.”
End Chapter 11a
(Sorry, I'm too tired to write any more tonight, and will finish with Chapter 11b tomorrow)
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: This Chapter, and the others in the story, contains explicit descriptions of fictional characters having sex while under the age of consent. Notice the key word, fictional? If this really bothers you, don’t bother reading any further. You have been warned.
PAIRING: Xander/Darla; other characters and pairings
DISCLAIMER: Of course they don’t belong to me, I wish they did; I’d treat them a hell of a lot better than the Crack head and the others.
SPOILERS: None
SETTING: The Summer before Welcome to the Hellmouth
DISTRIBUTION: Any list archives, anybody else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, Read and Respond, it feeds my Muse
CASTING NOTE: Jill is played by porn goddess extraordinaire Jewel DeNyle
Also: Amy Madison is played by Teagan Presley
NOTE: This chapter turned out a lot longer than I anticipated, so I'm chopping it in two, and I'll post the second half tomorrow night.
AUTHORS NOTE ON THE TIMELINE: The story started on Thursday, August 28th, 1996, and will end the evening of Monday, September 2nd, 1996, which was Labor Day. The next story will pick up on the morning of Tuesday, September 3rd, 1996, the first day of school at Sunnydale High School.
This is part of my 2009 NaNoWriMo Entry, and, as such, has not been beta'd!
Darla's Childe 11
Los Angeles, at the same time as the previous chapter.
Following Xander's directions, Jill pulled off the freeway and turned onto Robertson Boulevard. Passing the Skin Gentleman's club, Jill's eyes lit up at the “Amateur Night Contest” sign on the marquee. Seeing her reaction, Xander grinned, “So, fancy doing a turn on stage?”
“Can I? Master, you have no idea what living with the dipshit for the last two years did to me! It's funny, but I'm so glad you and Mistress took me away from that! For the first time since I was married, Iactually feel attractive, even sexy! I don't think you understand just how wonderful that feels, and, I'll admit, I like the idea of abunch of men and women getting hot watching me, and knowing that they can never have me!”
“Of course you can, Jill! But, let's get Winifred situated first, Idon't think we need to have the LAPD taking a look at your backseat and seeing a dead body. Especially if she wakes up and doesn't understand what happened!”
Jill laughed, “Good point!”
“The hotel Darla told me about should just be another block or so down. Ah! There it is, on the right hand side of the street? The Hotel Armand?”
“The Hotel Armand?' You've got to be shittin me!” Jill laughed.
“I know, I had the same reaction when Darla told me about it, but, there are a chain of, shall we say, 'nightlife friendly' hotels in cities all over the country, and the guy who started it thought it would be funny to fuck with peoples heads!”
“Well, it works! I remember reading the first book, and laughing hysterically at the drama queens! I don't know what she was smoking, but it's obvious that she never met a real vampire before writing that interview!”
Pulling into the parking lot of the Hotel, Xander walked in and got them apair of rooms for the night. Following the desk clerks instructions, Xander had Jill drive around to the back of the building, where acouple of employees were waiting to take Winifred up to her room. Xander and Jill followed right behind, and went into the adjoining room. Jill noticed that, after a quick glance at her, the employees were almost exceedingly polite, and, after they were alone in the room, turned to Xander.
“What was going on with those two? It was like they were almost afraid to even look at me!”
“Remember what I told you when I fed you some of my blood last night? They could tell you belonged to me, and they also knew that I could, and would destroy them instantly if they bothered you, so they decided to be smart and not bother you.”
“Oh!Okay, now I understand what you meant. To be honest, I was just so thrilled to be free of the dipshit, not to mention, my mind was still blown from the orgasms you and Mistress gave me, I would have agreed to pretty much anything at that point!”
“I figured you weren't really conscious of what I was offering you, but, subconsciously, you understood what I was offering, and you accepted it.”
Jill thought about that for a couple of seconds, and nodded.
Xander said, “I noticed a dancer's supply store not far from the club, so, if you want to compete tonight, we'd better get moving so you can pick out a costume.”
“What about Winifred?”
“She won't wake up until around 2 or 3 in the morning, and we'll be back by then!”
Jill got a wicked smile, 'But what if we find a playmate for the night?”
Xander shook his head, “Not tonight, because after you do your show, I'm planning on bringing you back here and fucking you until you beg for mercy! If you want us to come back next weekend and pick up aplaymate, I don't think that will be a problem, but, don't forget, we have an appointment with a certain female lawyer, I believe her name is Lilah Morgan?”
“Lilah?Oh yeah! She's one of the bitches the dipshit cheated on me with! Well, I definitely want to meet her, and, if she didn't know he was married, we can go on from there. If she knew, well, that's adifferent story! I think it would be handy having a pet lawyer, don't you Master?”
“True, very true. But, times a wasting, and I want to see you strut your stuff, so let's go!”
It only took a couple of minutes to get to the Dancer Supply Company, and, once inside, Jill quickly zeroed in on the costume she wanted. Taking it into the changing room, she was satisfied it was a good fit for her, and, packing it back up, took it to the counter where Xander paid for it.
Driving back to Skin, he had to laugh at the way Jill was bouncing in her seat from excitement.
Amusement in his voice, he asked, “Am I going to have to fuck you over the hood of the car to get you calm enough to dance?”
Jill got a slightly glazed look in her eyes before shaking her head and laughing. “That won't be necessary, but, that's a nice mental picture!”
“Tell you what, if you win the contest tonight, we can make a detour on the way to the hotel, okay?”
“Oooh! With an incentive like that, I'm gonna have people creaming in the pants tonight!”
When Jill parked the car, Xander had her wait while he changed his appearance slightly, just enough to appear about 25 years old. After having Jill check him over, making sure that he looked normal, they got out of the car, and walked up to the cashier window.
The cashier didn't do more than glance at Xander, he was too busy checking out the way Jill's breasts were moving in her top. Buzzing them in, Jill went over to the contest sign up table, while Xander waited at the door to the showroom.
“The contest will start a little after 10pm, so we have about an hour to wait.”
“Okay, well then, let's get a table and watch the dancers for a bit.”
They were greeted by a Hostess who brought them to a table near the stage, and, after the waitress took their drink order, Xander took a look around the club. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the club was a clean and pleasant place, and the customers were decently dressed and, so far at least, reasonably well behaved. Putting the thought aside for further consideration, he sat back in his chair and watched the dancers. The dancers were all uniformly attractive, although he didn't care for the fact that most of them had obviously had their breasts augmented. Turning to Jill,
“One more nice thing about what I did for you, you won't ever have to worry about losing your figure, or needing to get implants! You will be just as sexy 60 or 80 years from now as you are now, and you won't ever have to worry about losing your sex drive.”
Jill whipped her head around to look at him, “Master, could you please refrain from dropping these sort of bombshells on me in public? Telling me that sort of thing just makes me wet, and makes me want to get on my knees and suck your cock, and that would probably not be appreciated by the management!”
“Let me ask you, do you think you could learn enough to manage a club like this? I'm thinking that we will need some sources of income, and I'm sure you would like something to do with your time, am I right?”
“I do have a degree in Business Management from Nichols College, it's been a couple of years, but I could dust off the books. But I would obviously need some hands on experience, because I've never managed aclub.”
“That's something we can look into, it's not like it has to be done tonight. I'm just thinking about the future.”
Turning back to the stage, Jill started smiling, “If these are the professional dancers, I've got this contest in the bag! I mean, look at that girl, yeah, she's got a nice figure, but she has no sense of rhythm at all, and it looks like she would rather be doing her laundry instead of dancing here!”
“I see what you mean, I never thought a woman could look bored playing with her nipples.”
“Well, she doesn't have somebody like you to come home to, so I imagine she has a hard time getting excited about anything. Unlike me, because Iknow that you are going to make me cum my brains out tonight, and that's enough to get anybody excited!”
Jill was so excited about what she was saying, she hadn't even realized that somebody was standing right behind her, until she heard a womans voice mutter “Lucky Bitch!” and trying to cover it with acough.
Turning around, she saw an attractive strawberry blonde, who was dressed as one of the Hostesses standing there, holding a clipboard. “Yes?”
“Sorry to interrupt, but, is your name Jill?”
“It is”
“The girls who have entered the contest are gathering in the dressing room to get ready.”
As Jill turned to leave, Xander pulled her into a scorching kiss, and said, loud enough for the Hostess to hear, “Remember my promise if you win the contest!”
“Damn it, Xander!” She laughed, “My panties are already drenched, do you want me to get myself off here in front of everybody?”
Following the Hostess, Xander was able to hear the curious woman lean in and say, “I'm sorry for being nosy, but what promise did he make you? It must have been something hot the way you reacted!”
He smiled as he heard Jill laugh again, “If you really want to know, Master promised to fuck me senseless over the hood of the car if I won! And I know he can do it, too! Our first night together, he and my Mistress made me pass out because I came so many times!”
Xander watched as the two women moved out of sight down a hallway. “Good girl, Jill! I really hope you win, because I would love to keep my promise to you.”
The Dressing Room
“Damn girl! How did you get so lucky? I'm lucky if I can get a guy to make me cum once a night, and you get a stud like that!”
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but, let's just say that he and Darla rescued me from a real bad situation, and they have made my life so much better! I really get off on being dominated, and Iended the night with my mouth on Darla's pussy while Xander fucked me in the ass! I honestly lost track of how many times I came that night!”
“Shit!I don't suppose they're interested in another girl, are they?”
“I don't know, they've got a pretty full plate as it is, but, I tell you what, I'll ask them about it, and, we're probably going to be coming back next weekend, so they can talk to you then, if there is any possibility. But before I do that, I need to know your name.”
The Hostess laughed, a little embarrassed, “Sorry about that, but Igo by Sunday.”
“Interesting name, I take it that's not the name you were born with?”
“Not quite! But it's done well enough for me for the past few years.”
“Well, I'll ask them, and hopefully we'll talk to you next weekend. But, I've got to get changed, and wring out my panties! How do we know what order we are supposed to go out?”
“They will call you when it's your turn. That reminds me, do you have an requests for your song?”
“Not really, as long as it's not Hip Hop, and has a decent beat that I can move to, I'll be fine. It's been a few years, but I think I remember how to put on a good show.”
“You've danced before?”
“Yeah, for a year or so in college, to make rent money. It's been over two years though, so I'm okay with the contest. I checked when I signed up, and they said it's been long enough.”
“Works for me! And, good luck.” Turning toward the door, Sunday paused, and, with an impish smile, said, “If you still need to work of some of that tension after you dance, I'll be glad to lend a…. hand.”
“You little minx! Trying to get a good reference already? I think I'm going to have to pass, because I have a feeling I'm going to need every bit of energy I can get before the night is out! When Xander gets going, the man is a machine!”
The Showroom
Xander amused himself by seeing how many women tried to catch his eye, and how many men looked angry about it. He was up to 15 women and 13 men when the Disc Jockey announced the beginning of the contest. There were only three women in the contest, and, even though he new he was biased, Jill was the sexiest of the lot. The other two seemed to know it as well, based on the glares they were shooting her. Of course, the fact that Jill was dressed as a female version of Indiana Jones, including the battered fedora and bullwhip probably helped, vampire or not, he was still a bit of geek!
Jill was the first of the three to dance, and, as the other girls left the stage, the synthesizer opening to “I Want Your Sex” came pumping out of the speakers. With a slight smile, she started to move, just dancing in place at first, but, when the vocals started, she slipped out of the leather jacket, and tossed it to Xander, who caught it easily, to the hoots and howls of the men in the audience. Still moving, but keeping her eyes on Xander, she uncoiled the whip from her waist and gave it a crack, before running the handle between her legs, tossing her head back at the sensation rubbing against her panty covered pussy. Xander could feel the arousal coming off of her, and, looking around, he could see that she was affecting most of the audience, even some of the other dancers who were working the crowd for table and lap dances were squirming around.
Next came the skirt, which puddled on the floor at her feet, leaving her in a g-string, tied off shirt and the fedora. Dropping the whip, she took off at a run across the stage, leaping for the pole in the center, which she grabbed with her hands, and, pulling herself up, wrapped her thighs around it, and leaned back, holding onto the fedora with one hand, while pulling open the knot holding her shirt closed with the other hand. The audience exploded with cheers and applause when her breasts were exposed, they were all caught up in her obvious exhilaration. Xander actually had to adjust himself, because he was finding himself turned on as well.
By this time, the music was building to a climax, and Jill was rubbing herself against the pole, bringing more sounds of approval from the audience, before she broke away and, doing a split on the stage, pulled a snap on her g-string, and pulled it off, leaving her totally nude except for the hat, which was still perched on her head. Just as she reached for the hat, the music ended and the lights on the stage went black.
By the time the applause had quieted, and the lights came back on, Jill had already gathered her costume and left the stage.
The next dancer had just started her set when Jill came rushing out of the dressing room, back in her street clothes, except for the fedora, which she had cocked at an angle on top of her head. She had just sat down, and before Xander could do more than smile and say “Well done!” Sunday came rushing up to her, and said that the manager of the club wanted to see her. With a nod from Xander, who had a strong suspicion he knew what the manager wanted, she and Sunday left.
About 20 minutes later, after the other dancers did their routines, to desultory applause, Jill came back and sat down.
“What did he want? Although I could probably hazard a good guess, based on the crowd reaction.”
“If you guessed that he wanted to offer me a job, you would be right. I told him that Iwould have to think about it, because I don't live here in LA, and also, I'm more interested in learning how to manage a club like this instead of just dancing. He said that I could do both, if I came to work here, I would spend half a shift learning the ropes, and the rest of the shift I would dance.”
“Are you interested? I could tell you really enjoyed yourself up there, but would you want to do it every night?”
“I'm not sure, I did love the way the audience reacted, and, we did talk about me learning how to manage a club, but I'm not sure about driving four hours a day to get here and back. Besides, I really don't want to be that far away from you and Darla.”
“Well, we can talk about it when we get back to Sunnydale, and if it's something that you really decide you want to do, we'll figure out a way to make it work out. I loved watching you up there, you were amazing, and, if it makes you happy, I'll help you any way I can. I take my responsibility very seriously.”
Further conversation was interrupted by the Disc Jockey announcing the contest winner, and, to absolutely no ones surprise, Jill was declared the winner of the contest, and the $500 cash prize.
As they left the club, Sunday approached Jill and handed her a slip of paper, before moving to greet a new customer.
Once they got to the car, Xander broke the silence, “What was that about? Are you picking up women already?” He asked with a smirk.
“Actually, if I was, it was a woman for you and Darla, as well as me. She got really turned on when I told her how you two make me feel, and how hard I cum when you fuck me in the ass! She asked if you were looking for another girl. I told her I would talk to you about it, and let her know.”
“Do you want to fuck her?”
“Hell yeah! She's hot, and she offered to lend me a hand if I needed to cool down after my dance, but I told her I wanted to save my energy for you!”
“Smart move, because I plan to wear you out tonight. But, if you are really interested in her, I suppose that I can bring Darla with us next weekend and give her atryout, so you can see if she's as good as you think.”
“Ooh! That's going to be fun! But, where can we go tonight that won't get us discovered? I've been thinking of almost nothing but your big cock pounding me all night!”
“I know just the place, start driving, and I'll give you directions.”
End Chapter 11a
(Sorry, I'm too tired to write any more tonight, and will finish with Chapter 11b tomorrow)
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