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'And I'll show you a sunset,

If you'll stay with me till dawn.'

Judy Tzuke's melancholy voice floated around the bar room of The Bronze as Xander looked around, bored and hopeful. There was no band playing tonight, and hardly anyone in tonight. The barman hung at the opposite end of the bar. Xander had tried to engage him in easy banter, but either his jokes were not very smart tonight, or the barman was just not in the mood to listen to another wise-cracking kid attempting to act all grown-up.

'Oh, I need you tonight, need you tonight,' the music played on, and Xander saw a vision approach the bar. A woman he hadn't seen enter the room came and sat next to him at the bar, and Xander could not help but stare at her. She was easily the most gorgeous woman to have ever graced The Bronze, and the barman shifted in his corner to get a better view of her. She ignored Xander and looked slowly around the room, which allowed him more time to sneak glances at her. She had long,. straight black hair that flowed down her shoulders and over a smart red jacket that matched her skirt. Her long legs ended eventually in black high heels, and her silk stockings shimmered in the low bar room light.

The woman returned her gaze to the bar and smiled at Xander, whose face erupted in a large grin, grateful at the acknowledgment her smile offered him. He continued to smile, nodding his head, trying to find the perfect phrase to introduce himself.

'I'm a voodoo child, Lord knows I'm a voodoo child.'

Jimi Hendrix followed on the jukebox, and the woman said eventually to Xander as he continued to stare at her, 'Hi.'

'Hi,' he replied, 'how you doing?' The woman smiled at him.

'Is it usually this quiet?' Xander grinned. 'Actually, this is a good night,' he said. On the really dull nights they turn the music off and you have to listen to the stimulating conversation of Mr. barkeep over there,' he said, looking over at the barman. She laughed gently, and even her teeth were perfect, like a small row of pearls in her mouth.

'Sunnydale is very quiet,' he said. 'If we want some excitement we have to head out to L.A. It's only a hundred miles or so.' The woman looked at him. 'From what I've seen so far,' she replied, 'it might as well be one hundred thousand,' and she laughed again.

'Is that where you're from?' he asked, and she smiled at him again. 'A wise woman once said, "It's not where you're from. It's where you're going."' Xander grinned at her reply. 'Actually, I think she said "It ain't where you from, it where you at" he replied, snapping his fingers and drawling in what he hoped was a tough city voice.

She responded with a laugh this time, and Xander took encouragement from this and said, 'I can tell you're not from Sunnydale.' She nodded but didn't reply to the intended question, and Xander suddenly put his hand out and said, 'I'm Xander, by the way.' 'Hi Xander,' she replied and took his hand in hers. Her touch was soft but firm and he felt his fingers shake a little. Here he was touching a bomb in a bar room. How cool was this?

'My name is Wanda,' she replied.

'Hi Wanda, welcome to Sunnydale.' Xander smiled as she continued to look at him. 'Are you planning on sticking around a while?'

'Actually, I don't know,' she replied, looking at him earnestly. 'I have some work to do here and then I'll move on again.' Xander knew immediately that Wanda was probably a rep' for a large company, probably cosmetics or something like that. She was too well dressed to be pushing rubber chickens. 'Are you, like, a rep' for Avon?' he asked, and she gasped and smiled at him. 'How did you guess?' she asked. 'I could just tell,' he said, 'you look so, well, good,' he winced as he said it. Great going Xan', any more cheese you want to roll out while you're on a roll? Why not strip naked right now and dance on the tables, get all that 'humiliate yourself' stuff out in one go? Wanda accepted the clumsy compliment and smiled again. 'I've always been good at doing faces,' she said. 'It's pretty much all I know how to do.'

'Can I get you a drink?' she asked him, and Xander declined. He was still nursing a glass of Coke from half an hour ago, and although it was flat, it was his baby and he was going to nurse it some more. She looked toward the barman, who moved toward her before she could call him over. His eyes had not left her from the moment she entered the room. He leaned over to her and she stared at him and said, 'I've got two words to say to you, Mister.'

Xander gasped at her words but he relaxed as she smiled and continued, 'Scotch. Rocks.' The barman smiled back at her. 'Sure thing' he said, and was back in a flash with a glass. which he placed in front of her. She picked it up and swallowed the scotch in one. Xander could almost see it move down her throat as she swallowed, and he was shocked that she didn't even wince at the taste. This was one hell of a woman.

''Ello, 'ello,' a familiar voice broke into Xander's reverie, and he groaned and turned to see Spike standing next to him. Ever since he's had his chip installed in his head, Spike was spending more and more time at The Bronze, although he never spoke to anyone, just scowled at them if they came too close to him.

'Spike,' said Xander, and he couldn't keep the annoyance out of his voice.

'All alone tonight, old man?' Spike said. Why aren't you out playing with your good friend Barbie?'

Xander fixed him with a look and said pointedly, 'Barbie decided to take the Initiative and do her homework alone. And anyway, I'm not alone, if you hadn't noticed.'

Spike ignored him and turned to Wanda. 'Aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely companion?' he said, still looking at Wanda.'

'Wanda, Spike. Spike, Wanda,' said Xander shortly. He was pissed off with Spike.

'Wanda Woman!' said Spike leaning back and looking her up and down appreciatively, and Wanda just laughed and winked at Xander, who grinned back in relief. Wanda could obviously see Spike for the fool that he was.

'Wanda's from out of town,' said Xander.

'I could tell,' replied Spike, still not ignoring him. 'High heels and no socks. Always a giveaway.' Wanda laughed, 'Are you always this funny?' she asked Spike. 'Oh yeah,' said Xander. 'Spike must have had a FUNNY chip installed in his head. I know I'm always laughing at him.' Wanda laughed again, and Spike scowled at him.

Xander took the opportunity to look again at Wanda's legs, as though he was actually confirming Spike's observation. He could feel his cock stir again in his trousers. It had started jumping after Wanda started speaking to him. He could not take his eyes off her face, and her encouraging smiles were exciting him.

'Cheer up, Xander old man,' said Spike, seeing the scowl Xander kept on his face whenever he looked at him. 'Missing your friends? You need to learn to relax,' and he put one arm around Xander's shoulders and grasped him firmly, rubbing his hand playfully on his chest in a mock-jock play fight. Xander shrugged him off as Wanda giggled at them. All he could feel was his nipples where Spike's hand had unknowingly rubbed them hard, and his cock jumped again. He gulped down the rest of his Coke to sooth his throat, and Wanda said, 'Let me get you another. She turned toward the barman, who scurried over again. 'Same again?' he asked?

'No,' she said, grinning. She looked at Spike and said to the barman, 'I want two more rocks.' And she smiled at Xander. Xander looked at the barman and said, 'I've got two words for you Mister. Coke. Full Strength.' The barman stared at Xander, and Xander stared back at him, willing him to disappear, turn back time, anything. The barman ambled off, and with Spike snickering at him, Xander took the opportunity to discover that his shoe laces were miraculously undone and needed tying. His eyes followed Wanda's legs as he bent over.

When he straightened up Spike was holding out the glass of Coke with an impatient and bored expression on his face. Xander smiled. So Spike wanted to get rid of him, did he? Was Xander cramping his style? If you could call '80's peroxide and leather 'Style'. Xander smiled sweetly and took the Coke from him. 'Thank you, Spike,' he said, and sipped it slowly, enjoying the fizz of the cold Coke on the ice. Knowing he was pissing Spike off without having to try, Xander relaxed into the evening and concentrated his attention on Wanda.

'Last time I heard, there were Angels walking in Los Angeles,' Shelby Lynne sang from the jukebox, 'It's plain to see you're the only enemy.'

'What?' Xander looked up. The other two were looking up at him expectantly. He'd been caught up in the song, had even forgotten briefly about Spike and Wanda.

'Wanda wants us to walk her back to her hotel,' said Spike. 'She doesn't feel safe walking around at night, being new in town and everything. And she's going to be safe with you? thought Xander, but he remembered the chip that had reduced the peroxide one to a harmless wonder. Still, he didn't trust Spike to do the gentlemanly thing and walk away after escorting Wanda back tot he hotel.

She picked up her purse and finished her drink before the three of them walked out of the bar.

'These are ever changing times, seems like everything is going so much faster.' Aretha Franklin's velvet voice followed them out into the warm night air.

When they entered the hotel lobby Xander saw the night clerk slumped in his chair, asleep. He looked lifeless, his fat face like a collapsed souffl�. He slammed his hand down on the bell and watched as the man stirred. Even awake he didn't look much more alive. He looked at them suspiciously, and Wanda smiled at him sweetly.

'Sixty nine.' she said, and the man reached behind him and removed a key from its hook and handed it to her. 'Thank you,' she said and turned to Xander and Spike. 'Well, thank you boys. You are true gentlemen. I'd invite you up for a nightcap, but I'm sure you both have things you'd rather be doing.' Xander could think of nothing he'd rather do than spend a few more minutes with her.

'Nonsense,' said Spike brightly. 'I'm sure Xander can make his way home. I'd love a nightcap.' Xander's heart fell, but Wanda took his hand and said gently, 'Not at all. My new friend here Xander knows how to make me laugh. Can you stay?' she asked him, and Xander grinned in relief and nodded his head. What did he have to do? Sit in a basement? Now that was a treat he could put off for another hour.

They took the elevator to the sixth floor and walked into a sparsely furnished room There was a bed, a chair, a desk and a small couch. Wanda walked over to a small bar and opened the tiny refrigerator, taking out a Coke and turning to Spike said, 'And what would you like?' Spike smiled at her with undisguised lust in his eyes and said, 'Well, I'd like Wanda.' She smiled at him, and Xander shifted uncomfortably where he stood in the middle of the room. Wanda just smiled and walked over to Xander with the Coke in her hand. 'Would you like a glass?' she asked, and Xander just shook his head. No, this is fine, he said, pulling the ring and sipping from the can. He felt very excited by her closeness to him. He could tell that the temperature in the room had increased. He could sense the turn the conversation had taken, and he was enjoying it. He felt more relaxed than he had for a long time, and was enjoying it. Just go along for the ride, he said to himself, you never know what might happen.

Wanda placed a hand on his chest and he spluttered as she stroked him, rubbing his nipples. He stood there awkwardly as her hand moved lower, over his belly and onto his hardened cock, stroking it gently. He closed his eyes as her fingers unzipped him and slipped in to seek him out. He gasped as her fingers closed around him, and she pushed him back gently until the back of his knees collided with the sofa and he sat down heavily. She pulled out his cock and leaned forward to lick it with a wet tongue and Xander moaned gently, eyes still closed. He could feel her mouth moving slowly up and down his erection and he relaxed into the sofa, loving every moment of it.

Spike watched them for a few minutes, stroking his cock which was straining against his leather trousers. Wanda's ass as she leaned over to suck Xander was very inviting. He wasn't surprised the boy had let her do him - he wouldn't be surprised if it was his first time. Spike unzipped his trousers and took out a heavy cock which he stroked slowly, moving toward Wanda's ass. With his other hand he rubbed her ass and he felt her respond as he slid his hand slowly down her thigh and back up beneath her skirt, his hands seeking her out.

Wanda gasped as Spike's hand grabbed her cock and started pulling on it gently. He had lifted her skirt up above her ass and knelt behind her as he stroked the two of them with a steady rhythm. Spike leaned forward and stuck his tongue between Wanda's cheeks, inserting it deeper and deeper as he felt her relax onto his face. She moaned as she sucked on Xander, who still sat on the sofa, a look of ecstasy on his face.

Spike knew as soon as he saw Wanda that she was a man. There was no scent of woman as he approached them at the bar, it was all man in there. His cock had jumped immediately and he was determined to get into exactly the situation in which he found himself now. He and Wanda were exactly the same, both in disguise, presenting one face to the world, while hiding the real one. It was clear that the gormless kid had no idea, he was too enraptured by Wanda's undeniable beauty and feminine way of speaking and moving. Even when Wanda's adam's apple had moved up and down in front of his eyes the boy had just stared, getting harder. Spike was excited at the boy's arousal, and took extra pleasure in playing with his nipples, making him harder, while pretending to play fight. The boy was too easy a target, he would enjoy this. Even the pill in the Coke was easy. Soon Xander would be ready to take on anything.

Spike's cock was slick with his precome as he got up off his knees and positioned himself over Wanda's hole. He grasped her hips and plunged without mercy deep inside her as far as he could go. He felt the ripples of her ass muscles contract and relax like aftershocks on his cock and she let out a deep moan. She was used to this, he could tell. He moved inside her, alternating his rhythm, now fast and deep, now slow and gentle, and Wanda kept up with him, matching his rhythm. She still worked on Xander's cock, now playing with his nipples with one hand while balancing against the sofa with the other.

'Hey, guy!' said Spike, addressing Xander. You don't know what you're missing back here. Why don't you take my place?'

Xander smiled vacantly and stood up slowly. He could not imagine Wanda's ass could be better than her mouth, which had swallowed the length of his cock, her magical tongue curving around his aching head, licking and teasing it. He shuffled behind her, his trousers around his ankles, and Spike stepped back to give him access. He saw Wanda put a hand between her legs and the thought that she was playing with her clitoris excited him and he had no difficulty slipping his cock into her hole, still wet and slippery from Spike's cock, and that thought made his heart beat faster.

Xander gasped at the sensation of Wanda's muscles wrapped around his cock. They moved more expertly than his own hand ever could, squeezing, milking it, then relaxing to allow him deeper access. She made deep moaning noises as he plunged in and out. Behind him Spike moved forward and with his thumbs he parted Xander's ass before sinking his tongue into him. Xander was too far gone now, and he didn't know what to focus on - the hot ass nearly ripping his cock off before him, or this new sensation as hiss virgin asshole opened up for Spike's tongue and fingers.

Standing up behind him, Spike rubbed his dripping cock over Xander's ring, and the boy moaned in ecstasy at the sensation. Taking his cue, Spike eased into Xander, and was surprised at how much the boy could accommodate. The drugs must have really worked on him, which wasn't surprising. The boy had probably never taken more than an aspirin in his life. He plunged deeper and deeper into Xander who started to moan louder and louder. Xander leaned back, his neck on Spike's shoulder, and he was aware of how strange this was. He hoped it was making the vampire angry. He could have stuck a hosepipe in his neck and offered it to Spike, and the chip would have prevented him from taking even one drop. He could feel himself ready to fill up Wanda with his come, and Spike in his ass was not making it likely that he could wait. He groaned as he felt it build up and shoot into her, Spike's arms now around his chest, his fingers on his nipples. Spike plunged deeper and deeper as Xander came, and the boy's knees shook with the effort.

Wanda meanwhile was moaning and groaning as he filled her up, her body shaking from the sensation, and she slipped off him as Spike ceased moving in his ass but still held him close. Wanda straightened up in front of him, turning as she adjusted her skirt, and Xander's face fell as he looked at her fully. She had changed right before his eyes. He uttered a weak moan and Spike had to hold him up as his knees began to give way when Wanda smiled and moved toward him. Xander could not turn away as he heard Spike laugh and felt his cock start moving again in ass, and Wanda sank her fangs into his exposed neck. The fangs sliced into him like hot razors, and Spike laughed as he plunged violently in and out of Xander's ass. The boy was limp now as Wanda continued her feeding, and Spike growled deep in his chest as waves of come flooded into the boy in his arms. Wanda finished feeding as he came and Spike let the boy slide off his cock on to the floor, come all over his ass cheeks.

Spike turned to Wanda and licked the boy's blood off her vampire's face. He clasped her lips to his and waves engulfed her body as the boy's blood regurgitated into Spike's waiting mouth, and he groaned deep and long. When he finished feeding on the blood he zipped up his trousers he lit a cigarette. 'I love a fag at times like this,' he said, inhaling deeply and looked at Wanda as she changed back.

He looked down at the boy. 'Remember, old chap,' he said, 'there's more than way to skin a cat.'

He took Wanda's hand as they walked toward the door, not looking back as they turned the light off on the boy on the floor.

*end*