Nightmare: If You're
The Salesbitch
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: R Language Timeline: Season One Summary: Buffy gets even with the evil bitch-monster of sales... Spoilers: Nada Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you???? Notes: This is the sequel to 'Nightmare: Shopping' and 'Nightmares Do Come True'...
Angel chained the woman to the wall while Buffy unpacked her new clothes. They were in Angel's mansion on Crawford Street. He had owned the large stone structure for near on one hundred and fifty years. The apartment didn't have the equipment Buffy needed for her 'fun'... The woman began to stir half an hour later. Angel was lounging in his recliner across the room. He looked up from the book he was reading when she began to moan. His sensitive hearing picked up the sound of Buffy's entrance, her boots tapping on the stone floor with each step. Angel's attention was quickly drawn away from the bitch sales lady as he spotted his Slayer Vampire enter the room. Angel felt himself harden behind the fly of his jeans and shifted in the chair uncomfortably. He groaned, not now! Buffy walked over to him in one of her new outfits. She wore three inch leather platforms, a burgundy boob tube, and her figure-hugging leather hipsters. The female in question knelt down between his legs and ran her fingers over the fly of his jeans, causing Angel considerable pleasure, and also pain. She flashed a wicked grin. "Later, lover," she whispered the promise before bouncing to her feet and approaching the brunette chained to the wall. "Well, well...looks like the stuck-up bitch has feelings," Buffy sniffed the air. "Is that fear I smell?" she smirked. Panic entered the well-dressed woman's eyes. "What are you?" Buffy grinned. "I'm going to have some fun with you! But in deference to Angel over there," she indicated to her lover who nodded in acknowledgement, "who happens to have a soul...well, let's just say that torture for you is going to be somewhat...humiliating." In the corner of the room, Angel raised his eyebrows in surprise. It shocked him that she wouldn't kill for his sake. Strange... *~*~*~* For the next five hours, Angel watched Buffy work her magic, laughter bursting from his curved lips at the sight. The finished product, however, well... They left the woman to stew over her predicament. The sun was almost up, so Buffy's plan wouldn't reach its climax until after dark, when they could go out again. The two vampires spent their day doing more pleasurable things, if their screams, growls and moans were anything to go by. They just served to unnerve the woman more. Up-themselves salesladies don't really go in for sex...especially the vampire kind! (So says Alicia...lmao!) Buffy and Angel came out of the bedroom at dusk, Angel, with a broad and satisfied grin on his face and Buffy, looking like a cat who had gotten much more than just the cream...somewhere along the lines of the canary and the tom cat as well...! Buffy easily knocked the woman out and fixed up a few things that the day had flattened. Angel unchained her and tossed her back into the car. They drove back to the mall and entered via the back entrance, took the woman back to work and left her behind her counter. The two vampires quickly hid so that they could see what would happen. The bitch began to stir. When she was fully conscious, she looked around and saw that she was still at work. She thought that she had fallen asleep on the job and had had a terrible nightmare..! She quickly checked her counter. Within minutes, she was spotted and several horrified screams from her work colleagues followed, as did laughter from a number of customers. The lady turned to the nearest mirror and screamed in horrific terror at her reflection... Buffy snickered to Angel, "I got the idea from Cordelia's nightmare...I don't think that woman is ever going to live down that hair, makeup, or those clothes!" Suck shit, bitch! The couple left for the mansion, laughing the entire way... The End
