Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely intentional.  Names may have been changed to protect the horny.
 

Like the song says, Chicago my kind of town is.  It's dirty, smelly and crime ridden.  Pimps and prostitutes on every corner and drug pushers in every alley.  Horrible winters with the wind coming off the lake that'll freeze you solid if you stop moving for a second and summers that'll melt you if you stay out of the air conditioning for more than a few minutes.  Like I said, this is my kind of town.

Me? My name's Dustin Hamptin, but my friends call me Temper.  I used to be a cop but am now what you call a Private Investigator.  Private Eye if you want to be cute about it.  Private Dick if you want to stop breathing...unless of course you're of the female persuasion and interested in more than my dicktective skills.

Right now I'm on a missing person's case.  Girls have been disappearing around here on a regular basis for over a month now.  Sure, the cops are trying to find them and whoever's nabbing them but a rich worried parent will always prefer the personal touch.  Legally I'm really not supposed to be messing with any case the police are still working on, but with the money mommy and daddy Feintuch are paying me to look for their little Abby I don't mind being that legal.

Of course little Abby isn't so little.  She's 18, built well enough to turn the pope's head and more than a little bit on the 'trampy' side.  Not that her parents would ever believe any of the stuff I'd found out about their sweet angel so far.  From her fiends and many, many male acquaintances little Abby seemed to like a good time.  Not that I'm putting her down, mind you, but from what I know of her she's getting more and more attractive every second.

Once I find her... and I am going to find her, this is one girl I'd really like to get to know better.

She was last seen leaving her dance instructor's place of business, after receiving a bit more than a dance lesson... if you know what I mean.  And then...  nothing.  I'd talked to the guy, and I don't think he had anything to do with it.  He was missing her three-times-a-week sessions real, real bad.  Not to mention the dough her folks weren't dishing out for the lost 'classes'.

No.  It had 'to've' been somebody else.

The cops treated it as a runaway to begin with, but little Abby wasn't about to drop her family's gravy train like that.  It wasn't until they found all her clothes and purse hidden together behind a trashcan that they knew they had another one.  8 girls in the last month... the youngest 15 and the oldest 20, all disappearing mysteriously and all leaving their clothes behind them.  Hell they didn't even take their shoes with them.  None of the clothes were ripped or had any blood stains on them.  Whoever was taking them, they didn't seem to be putting up much of a struggle.

I got posters of Abby and the rest of the girls and hired a kid to plaster them all over town.  Hell, if somebody else does my job, I don't mind getting paid for it.  I put feelers out to some of the less despicable low-lives I knew.  Then I waited.  Without any sort of lead there really wasn't much more I could do.

That's what I was doing right now... waiting.  But since it was the weekend I was waiting where I usually wait, at the bus station.  It was sort of a hobby of mine to hang around there weekends and try to discourage away some of the vultures who hung around trying to sink there claws, or other body parts, into the young runways that showed up there in droves.

If that didn't work I made sure they at least knew what they were getting into before they left.  Any who want to go then, well it was there life.  It drove the pimps and there hooks mad but I could live with that.

I was sitting on a bench reading a newspaper when the 11:00 from California-way came rolling in.  I was only half-paying attention when I saw a familiar face get really excited.  I looked over to see what was interesting him and sure enough there was this little blond p.y.t. getting off the bus.  She was dressed real down, and didn't look like she was happy to be here but she was by herself and showed a lot of potential.  At least that's something Bobby-boy and I could agree on.

I sat there and just watched as she walked away from the bus and Bobby-boy and one of his girls circled around and pounced on her.  I stood up then and slowly sauntered over to them, just close enough so I could make out the spiel he was bouncing off the girl.  And bounce off it did.  The girl just glared at him and told him to leave her alone.  Of course Bobby-boy was not one to take no for an answer and kept pressing her.

I was about to step in when he actually grabbed her by the arm to keep her from getting away, but froze when all of sudden she smiled at him.  I'd seen that sort of smile a few times before and like then it meant nothing but trouble.  One second Bobby-boy was hovering over her, pressing what he thought was his advantage, and the next he was sprawled face down against a wall at least twenty feet away.  She'd moved so fast that he hadn't known what hit him.

I was so busy laughing my head off that I almost missed her as she snuck out of the back of the bus station, but decided that this was a girl I had to talk to.  When I finally caught up to her I was still laughing but stopped when she gave me that same look she'd just gave Bobby-boy.

"Truce," I said raising my hands up.  "I'm not with the lech."

She raised a blond eyebrow up at that.  "What do you want then?"

"First I just wanted to say thanks.  That was the best laugh I've had in a long time.  Seeing Bobby-boy put down by one of his victims was great.  He'll have a hard time going back there now."

"You know that asshole?" she asked me.

"Oh yeah.  He's a hook for a pimp.  He goes there regularly to try and bring in new recruits.  This is the first time I've ever seen him taken out by one though.  I've had to do it myself a couple times but..."

"You a cop?" she asked suddenly getting that nervous look in her eyes that all runaways get when they think they're going to be busted.

"Nah... used to be though.  Now I'm a Private Investigator."  I told her calming her down.  "I just like to hang around there sometimes and make life hard for Bobby-boy and his type.  You took all my fun away."

"A Private Dick?" she said, and looking at her I let that slide.  "What do you want with me?"

"Well...  from the look of it you're here by yourself.  And you don't look old enough for that.  That tells me a lot of things.  But mainly it tells me you're going to get in a shit load of trouble."

She glared at me.  I don't know if it was the swearing or the accuracy of my guess that caused it.

"If you're going to be here for any length of time you're going to need money.  I know where you can get a job."

That smile she turned on Bobby-boy returned and I threw up my hands again.

"Hey truce remember.  It's nothing like that.  It's just that this diner next to my office is hiring right now.  It'll probably be only minimum wage, but I think you'd have a hard time getting more than that... unless you went to one of Bobby-boys type.  I won't stop you if that's what you decide but I just wanted to give you a way out."

She stared at me again, this time less hostile, then agreed to let me show her where the restaurant was.  I just let her inside, told her good luck, then left to check my office to see if anybody'd found anything yet.

Standing inside the restaurant, Buffy looked at the guy...  the Dick, as he left her there.  She still didn't know what to make of him.  He was old, probably at least as old as her dad, and she'd had more than her share of guys that age come on to her, but except for showing her here he'd done nothing else.  He hadn't even asked her, her name.

Looking at the counter she saw a thirty'ish redhead watching her with a knowing smile on her face.

"Hi you must be here for the job." the redhead called to her.

Buffy cautiously approached the counter watching the redhead carefully.  "How'd you know I was here about the job?"

Angie, she had a name tag on her blouse saying 'Hi my name is Angie!', laughed a deep throated chuckle.  "When Temper drops a girl off at my front door what else can they be here for."

"Temper?"

"He didn't even tell you his name." Angie said a bit disgusted.  "Yeah, Temper  Hamptin P.I., the last of the knights of the round table.  His armor might be getting a little rusty but whenever he sees a damsel in distress he rides out on his white charger to the rescue."

Buffy laughed at that.  "So there really is a job available?"

"Oh yeah..." Angie told her coming from behind the counter.  The diner was pretty empty right now but the lunch hour rush would be here soon.  "Sure.  I just lost one of my waitresses... just got married.  She was another one of Temper's foundlings.  Speaking of which...  Alex."

Angie called over a tall girl who Buffy guessed to be maybe a year or two older then she was.  "Alex, this is..."

"Ann!"  Buffy spat out the first name she could think of.

"Ann."  Angie said not quite believing her but willing to go along with it.

"She's our new waitress.  Take her back and get her fixed up then show her the ropes."

"You want me to start right now?"  Buffy asked surprised.

"Sure.  Got anything better to do?"  Angie asked.  At Buffy's headshake she gave her a light shove toward Alex.  "We'll get the paperwork done later."

Alex jabbered away at Buffy about the diner and the customers she would expect as she took her in the back and showed her the changing room.  Handing her a waitress outfit she said, "This was Roberta's... but she just got married.  It might be a bit big on you but we can fix that up if you decide to stay."

Holding the short dress in front of herself Buffy noticed that it might be a little large on her but it would probably fit.  Slipping out of her clothes, she folded them neatly and put them on top of the shoulder bag that held all of her possessions.  Once it was on she looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to find that the dress almost did fit her.

"You another one of Temper's girls?"  Buffy asked, absentmindedly, as she tucked in the waist a bit to make it fit better.

"Temper was here!"  Alex asked excitedly.

"For a second.  He just dropped me off then left."  Buffy told the girl.

"Oh." Alex's face dropped then raised again with a gleam of pure adoration in her eyes.  "Isn't he the greatest though.  I mean helping us out without getting anything back like that.  He's just like something out of a TV series or movie.'

"You like Temper?'  Buffy asked watching the girl's face light up.

"He's the greatest."  Alex gushed.  "But he won't even notice me now.  He brought me here two years ago when I was 17 but now it's like I'm not alive.  I mean he talks to me and always asks if I'm all right and if I need anything... but I'm not a kid anymore.  I'm a woman, but he doesn't notice that."

Buffy gave Alex a good looking over and decided that that was doubtful.  She was tall, with the svelte figure of a runway model except for bigger boobs, and had a really pretty face and nice long dark hair that was carefully tied back out of the way.  Temper didn't seem like the type that would miss the fact Alex was definitely a woman.

"Maybe he's seeing somebody right now?"

"No!"  Alex almost screamed at her.  "Well...  not really.  Angie and him sometimes get together but she says it's nothing serious.  I tried to get her to talk to him for me but she says it's up to me to do anything like that."

"Do you know anywhere cheap to live around here?"  Buffy asked trying to change the subject and maybe calm the poor girl down.

"You looking for a place." Alex said hopefully.  "Roberta was my roommate, but she just left.  The place is a dump and not very big but I could use a bit of help on the rent."

Buffy had to think about that one.  Alex seemed like a nice enough girl but a bit of a motor-mouth.

"If you're interested that is?"  Buffy looked at the somewhat hurt and desperate look on the girl's face and decided that she couldn't say no to her.  It would be like kicking a puppy.

"Great!"  Alex said, enthusiastically hopping up and down.  Looking at the clock on the change-room wall she stopped and grabbed a hold of Buffy's arm.  "The lunch crowd'll be here any second.  I'll show you what you gotta do."
 
When I got back to the office the light on my answering machine was blinking, but it was just Abby's parents wanting an update.  Not much good that would do them as I was just as much in the dark about this as they were.

Looking at the cork board map on the wall I tried to make sense of the red pins that indicated where the girls had gone missing, or at least where they're clothes were found.  Abby had been the third and the eighth was only four days ago.  I looked and I looked but I couldn't find a pattern in the pins.  Sure they were all in the same general area but that covered about 25 square miles of the city.  Needle in a haystack.

Next I logged on to my computer and checked my e-mail to see if anybody had contacted me through that.  A few of my sources had mailed me, but just for more information on the missing girls.  I sent them what I'd got so far.  You never knew what they could stumble upon out there.

My computer literacy was one of the things I could really be grateful for from the Force before they kicked me out.  That and the backdoor I found in the system.  It came in handy letting me know what the cops were up to and what they had found.  Searching through their files it wasn't much yet.

So far the young ladies had nothing in common other than being young ladies and living in the same city.  Two had been black, two Hispanic, one was Asian and the other three Caucasian.  Four of the girls had still been in high school but only two of them went to the same place.  And there was no connection between them.  They didn't even know each other.  One girl was a high school dropout and living on the street making out as a hooker as best she could.  It was a friend, a co-worker of hers that had let the cops know she was missing and identified the clothes when they were found.

So it wasn't any connection between the girls that got them kidnapped, or maybe...  dead.  That made it much more difficult.  That meant it was some nut out there randomly preying on girls.

Still there were a few facts in the police files that were more than a bit interesting.  There were no traces on any of the girl's clothes of any physical evidence or DNA traces except their own.  That meant that either the guy was either very good or very clean, or that the girls had all undressed them selves.  Secondly, there was a rather unusual find.  One that they'd kept to them selves and hadn't released either to any of the worried parents or newspapers.  The girls' underwear all had been found in a similar state, being all stained and sometimes even dripping with 'female secretions'.  Meaning that they were hornier than hell when they had taken them off and expecting something to be done about it...

That was a bit unusual...  but three of the girls were supposed to be virgins... at least according to their parents.  The claims of Abby's parents didn't take long to discard but the other two had such squeaky clean images and reps that I wouldn't be surprised if they actually were.  Or at least had been.

"Anybody home?"  I heard as my door opened up and Angie walked in with a tray of food.  "I brought you over some supper."

I looked at my clock surprised how late it had gotten.  Digging in to the beef stew, she knew it was my favorite and I looked up to see her smiling at me.

"Something wrong?"  I had to ask through a mouth full of stew.

"Not really.  Just that your new girl seems to be working out all right."

"Good."  I answered taking another mouthful of stew.  "She might come in handy with the rowdier customers too.  Just sick her on'em."

Angie expressed a bit of doubt on that, even after I told her what had happened at the bus depot.

"She's such a sweet looking little thing."

"She's that.  But underneath it she's a tiger."  I said forcefully... getting a look from Angie I quickly added "Hey don't worry.  I don't touch kids."

"Huh!"  Angie snorted.  "Trust me.  Ann's no kid."

"So her name's Ann?"  I asked.

Angie had to laugh at that.  "You didn't even ask her, her name.  Temper you can be an ass sometimes."

"I thought you liked asses."  I added slurping up the last of the stew.

"I do, I do."  Angie said still chuckling softly.  "Ann's what she's calling herself anyway.  I doubt it's her real name though."

"Whatever."  I said not really caring.  "She's on the run from something... like all the other's.  Maybe when she gets comfortable she'll let out her story."

"Talking about getting comfortable..." Angie leaned back in the chair in front of my desk, letting her ass slide down and spreading her knees wide.  "Since you don't like kids, how about something a bit more mature."

Pulling up her skirt I saw she'd taken off her underwear before coming up here and the gaping smile of her cunt was already pink and wet.

"I've finished my supper so I could use some desert."  I told her licking the last of the stew from my lips and hungry for more.  "It's not exactly cherry pie but it does look tasty."

Angie dug a finger into her self and pushed it back and forth.  Pulling it out it came covered in a sticky glob of juice.  Licking it off her finger she nodded.  "It's sweet but hasn't been cherry for quite a few years."

That was enough for me.  When Angie got horny, she got hot very fast.  Sweeping my desk of clutter, except for my computer that I carefully placed on the file cabinet behind me, I picked her up and dropped her on the desk.  Slipping my own finger in her hole I pulled it out and licked it clean.  Yup, Angie was sweet tonight.  Burying my head between her thighs I let her know just how sweet.

As I ate her out she worked her dress up over her stomach, then over her head and onto the floor.  Lying completely naked on my desk she began to play with the soft mounds on her chest and tweak her silver dollar sized nipples until they were they're full size.  I loved Angie nipples when they were hard.  She had the biggest, juiciest nipples I'd ever seen, at least a half-inch wide and an inch long.  And were they sensitive.  When she got worked up she could cum from me just 'chomping' on them.

"That's it!"  Angie told me, her breath racing and her hands clamping even harder on her nipples.  "Keep doing that!"

With my face still buried in her I really didn't need the coaching.  By now I knew exactly what she liked and when she was getting off on it.  Chewing on her clit like it was one of her nipples she began to scream as she came hard.

Then the door came flying open, the lock going over my head and smashing against the brick-wall.

It had been a busy day for Buffy.  It wasn't that hard though.  Just take down what the customer wanted, give it to cook, and then deliver it and the bill back to the table when it was done.  Of course doing this while keeping the customer's hands off her ass was another thing.  The waitress outfit's looked cute but left little to the imagination, and the imagination of some of these customers were vivid.  Alex gave her a few hints on their first break on how to handle them without breaking them in half or losing a regular, but it still annoyed her.

When her shift was finally over she was glad to get off of her feet and collapsed on the bench in the changing room beside Alex.

"God, do your feet ever get used to that?" she had to ask as she massaged her soar toes and heels.

Alex giggled.  "Yeah, after the first couple of months."

"Months!"  Buffy spat.  She didn't think she could take this for a couple of months.  Killing the undead was easy compared to this.

Alex had gotten up and started to change out of her work clothes and into a pair of jeans and a blouse.  She was right, Buffy decided watching the lean well-shaped body closely.  There was no way Temper hadn't noticed that Alex was a woman.

"Temper."  Buffy said allowed.

"Huh?"  Alex asked.  "What about Temper?"

"Oh nothing."  Buffy hurried knowing the girl's obsession with the man.  "I just thought I should thank him for bringing me here."

Alex seemed to get excited about that.  "He stays pretty late in his office next door some times.  I'm sure he's still there.  We could go and see him together."

'Oh, boy.'  Buffy thought.  'Now how do I get myself out of this.'

"No."  Buffy slowly said as her mind raced.  "I wasn't going to stay long.  Just say thanks.  You stay here and I'll be right back.  You've got to show me where I'm going to live, so don't go anywhere."

Rushing out before the poor girl could argue, she hurried out the front door and to the building next door.  It wasn't much, just a four story walk-up, scruffy and in need of a paint job.  A sign in the lobby said  'Dustin Hamptin Private Investigations--2nd Floor' so she climbed the steps and sure enough there was a door with the same title in gold letters on it.

She was about to knock when she heard a woman scream from inside.  Her reflexes took over and in a single motion she kicked at the door, shattering the knob and lock and bending one of the hinges.  Jumping in she was ready for a fight, but...

I jumped up, Angie's juices running down my chin when the girl came flying through the door with a loud cry.  I recognized her at once as the one I'd brought to the diner this morning, but this time she looked ready to kill.  Then she looked stunned, ...then frightened, ...then more embarrassed then anybody I'd ever seen before.  I guess this wasn't what she'd thought to find when she broke in my door.

"Can I help you with something Ann?"  I asked while Angie broke up with laughter on my desk.

"I...the scream...I..." she sputtered incoherently looking back and forth between Angie lying naked on my desk and my face still dripping with her secretions.

Deciding to do something about that, I wiped my face with my hand and then licked the sticky slime off of it...  I think that was too much for Ann as she bolted out of the room so fast she was just a blur.

"Damn!"  I said looking at the messy remains of the doorknob and lock.  That was going to be a real bugger to fix, but the building manager probably wouldn't believe the truth of what happened.

'Sure Mr. Hamptin.  This little teenage girl busted in your door when she thought her boss was being attacked.  While really you just had your face buried between her legs as she was screaming with an orgasm.'

No, this was a job I'd have to do myself.

"Are you going to stand there all day staring at a broken door or are you going to come over here and finish what you started."

I turned and looked at Angie lying on her side, one hand still kneading a breast while the other dug into her cunt.  Dropping my telephone book on the floor I kicked it against the door to keep it closed and begun to undo my trousers.

Never should you argue with a beautiful naked woman lying on your desktop.
 
Buffy was beginning to hyperventilate by the time she got back to Alex.

"Did you see you Temper?" the girl asked, her eyes pleading for details.

'I saw more than I wanted to see.'  She thought but ended up saying, "Yeah, but he was busy.  I'll thank him tomorrow.  Can you show me home now?"

But it wasn't tomorrow.  She'd barely been able to force herself to come in with Alex at all, but she needed the job if she wanted to keep off the streets.  Both she and Alex were on the 11:00 to 8:00 shift together, which let her sleep in.  Alex was a pretty noisy sleeper.  The apartment wasn't quite what she had expected ...or wanted, but it was livable.  It was really nothing more than a big room with a little bathroom by the side.  It didn't even have a bathtub, just a shower.  And the sleeping arrangements left a bit to be desired.  Both she and Alex slept in the same room...the only room, in little beds separated by a little nightstand.  It reminded her of that old Lucy show before married couples were allowed to sleep together on TV.

When she showed up to work Angie flashed her a big grin that made the memory of her naked body stretched out with Temper's face between her legs flash back into her mind and she flushed red before hurrying to the back room.  Changing into the uniform she discovered that that wasn't the only reaction from the memory.  Her panties were soaked in the crotch.  She had to borrow a tampon from Alex to wear, hoping it would absorb most of the mess.  She just hoped nobody would smell it through all the cooking smells.  Some people had told her that she smelled quite a bit when she got excited... though every one of them said it was a good smell.

She wore herself out rushing orders back and forth while trying to avoid Angie, but by the time she got off she'd discovered she made almost fifty dollars in tips.  Maybe smelling good could have its advantages.

She went home exhausted again with Alex and hoped for a quiet, early night.  But it was not to be.  She was almost asleep when the noise got her attention.  Just like last night.  She'd heard of sleep walking and sleep talking, but who'd ever heard of sleep masturbating.  At least she hoped Alex was asleep.

Looking over she saw that the girl had tossed off all her blankets and lay naked, Alex said she never slept with any clothes on, both of her hands rubbing away at her groin.

When Alex began to groan and mumble she felt her own groin start to quiver in return... but there was no way she was going to take care of that right now.  Not with Alex in the room... she'd wait until showering tomorrow morning, just like she done today.

"Temper!" she heard Alex moan and forced herself to roll over and shoved her pillow over her head to deaden the noise.  The fact that Alex was having a masturbation fantasy about Temper wasn't that much of a surprise to her.  She'd jump him right away if the guy ever gave the poor girl even a hint that he was interested.

"Temper!"  Alex's voice said even louder, making her squish the pillow into her ears.  "Ahhhhhhh!"

From the sound of it, the girl just gave herself one hell of an orgasm.

Her head still covered, she felt a hand touch her back.

"Ann, you awake?"  Alex asked, standing over her.

It took her a second to remember that she was Ann... so she rolled over and pulled off the pillow.  She stared bleary eyed at Alex in the semi-darkness before she was shocked awake when Alex dropped forward and kissed her hard on the lips.  Too stunned to do anything she just lay there as Alex explored her lips and mouth... even when the girl shoved her tongue into her mouth for further exploration she just lay there.

Finally, pulling away from her, Alex whispered, "Please.  I really need somebody so bad."

When Alex's hands started to touch her body and work her way downward she finally found the strength to scream "Alex!"

"Please!" the girl demanded as her hands started to stroke her shapely breasts through the T-shirt she was wearing.  Finding the nipples already hard she enthusiastically began to pinch them through the cotton.  "Please.  I need it so bad."

"Alex.... I never..." She started to explain, but stopped when Alex's hand slipped up her shirt to squeeze one breast while the girl started to suck and chew on the other through her shirt.  With her body trembling and her voice shaky, she whimpered "Oh, Alex...I've never..."

Alex just continued to expand her sights, pulling her arm and the shirt up until her breasts were bared.

"Hmmmm."  She hummed as she began to nibble and tease at the nipples.

The sensation was too much for her already excited condition.  She'd never really thought about doing it with another girl before...  Well, not really anyway.  Sure she'd had a couple of fantasies about Cordelia.  Especially after seeing her naked in the shower in gym class.  But that girl was such a bitch.  Now Willow.  Willow was so sweet and innocent.  She was more her type.

'Her type!'  Her thoughts surprised her... what the hell was she thinking?

But she was too far-gone for thinking.  Alex had made her way down her hard, flat stomach to that patch of blond hair and the treasure that it hid.  When Alex's hot little tongue came into contact with her twat she completely lost it and reached down to hold the girl's head as she ground herself into her willing face.

"Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa!"  She panted and gasped as Alex's skilled mouth and tongue dug in and around her.  She was close, very close...  Then Alex stopped.

She didn't know if she should be upset or grateful about that, but then Alex lifted one of her legs up and scissored her own until their two groins were rubbing together.  She could feel Alex's burning heat and sticky dampness as she rubbed the two enflamed cunts together.

"Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa!" it didn't take long for her to get back to where she'd been, and then much, much farther.  When she began to hear Alex's familiar lustful groans she completely lost it.  Wrapping her legs around Alex, she started humping the girl's sex until she knew she couldn't take any more.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!'  She let out a yell of triumph and heard Alex respond in kind as their mixed groins pulsed and spasmed... squirting juices into and onto each other.

It took a long time for her to calm down after that, and it was Alex who eventually pulled away.

She was still panting lightly when Alex lightly pecked her on the lips and whispered "thank you."  Then shuffled off to bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

It didn't take her long to drift off herself and she dreamt very pleasant, if disturbing dreams.

When she woke up Alex was already in the shower but the girl quickly came out, naked and dripping wet and smiled at Buffy.  "You better use the shower before all the hot water's gone.  I'll get some breakfast for us."

'Maybe it was dream.'  She thought, but once she sat up she found herself still sticky and smelling a sweet unfamiliar smell.  'Maybe not.'

She took her time scrubbing herself that morning.  She didn't need to rush since last night had drained her of her usual need for self-indulgence.

'Maybe she was asleep and doesn't remember anything?' she asked herself, drying her shapely form with the only still dry towel.

Alex had set them out a small breakfast, just cereal; fruit and milk, but they really didn't have a kitchen, just a hot plate and a small fridge.  She demanded that they do some grocery shopping with the tip money she'd earned yesterday.  She wanted to thank Alex for all the help she gave her.

When Alex kissed her good morning, a nice wet one right on the lips, she decided that neither was it a dream, nor was Alex asleep at the time.

"Alex...about last night..."

"You were great."  Alex told her, a huge happy smile on her face.  "I've been sort of lonely since Roberta left."

"You and Roberta...?"  She asked, not really feeling that surprised.

"Oh yeah!  Roberta was great.  She taught me everything."  Alex gushed.

"I've never done anything like that before... at least not with a girl."  She tried to explain.  The one experience she'd had with a guy she kept locked back in her mind.

"I...  sort of sensed that."  Alex acknowledged.  "But you were so great.  But I'll understand if you don't want to again."

She watched the poor girl's face drop at that last statement.  God, she really did look like a helpless, lost little puppy sometimes.  She realized that it wasn't an act.  Alex might not be sexually naive but she was so innocent.  She reminded her a bit of Willow... but that thought led her back to some of her other thoughts last night, so she forced herself to think of something else.

"So, when are you going to tell Temper what you think about him?"

After last night she thought she'd seen everything from Alex, but the girl actually flushed bright red and began to giggle like a little girl.  "I don't know.  I always make these plans, but chicken out.  He's just so great...And I'm saving myself for him."

That took her back.  "You mean you're a virgin?"

Alex proudly acknowledged the fact.  "I was when Temper first found me two years ago and I still am.  Not in the traditional sense mind you, I lost that thing inside when I stuffed a Barbie inside myself when I was twelve.  But I've never let a man in there yet.  That's for Temper and only him."

Alex got a sort of dreamy look in her eyes at that so she turned her attention to her breakfast.

"What about girls?"  She finally had to ask.

"Oh, Roberta explained the difference about that."  Alex told her.  "I'm not really cheating on Temper when I'm with a girl.  Then it's just fun."

Well, she had to admit that it had been a lot of fun and had relieved a lot of much hoarded tension.

"So, have you decided if we can have any more fun together?"  Alex asked through a mouth of Captain Crunch.

'No not really.'  She thought and told Alex to wait and let her think about it some more.

It was about 2:00, her lunch break, when she decided to go and finally thank Temper.  Maybe she could put a good word in for Alex at the same time.  Alex herself had run off saying she had to get some shopping done, which left her gratefully alone... except for Angie.

"You going up to see Temper?" her boss asked with that same knowing smile on her face.  "Then you can give him this.  That man never eats right and needs to keep his strength up."

She passed her over a bag containing an egg-salad sandwich, a bag of chips and a banana.

She took the stairs slowly as she climbed the single flight up to Temper's office.  She was determined to do this, and now even had a reason to go there but really wished a pile of vampires or something would jump out so she'd have an excuse not to.

She found Temper half in and half out of the hallway fixing the door she had busted.

"Angie told me to give you this." she said almost in a whisper as she passed over the bag.  "Sorry about the door."

Temper actually smiled at her before chuckling and shaking his head.  "It's nothin.  I really needed to put a new lock on it anyway.  Too many people have keys to the old one."

She watched him twist in the last screw then close the door and test the lock.  It worked satisfactorily to him, but they both knew that if anybody really wanted in to his office that wouldn't stop them.

Opening the door he held it open for her before asking, "Something else you wanted?"

She entered the office and found herself in front of Temper's desk.  At least it looked normal this time with the computer in one corner and a messy pile of papers and stationary supplies scattered over the face of the rest.

Temper went and sat behind his desk as he dug through the bag Angie had sent over.

"I...I just wanted to thank you for getting me the job."

"I didn't get you any job.  I just showed you where you could get one if you wanted."  Temper told her pulling out the banana and scowling at it.  Watching, she turned red as he began to peel it.

Looking anywhere except at Temper, her eyes fell on the map on the wall.  "What's that?"

Temper stepped over to it before explaining.

"One of my current cases.  I looking for one of the missing girls."

"Missing girls?"  She asked.

"You don't watch the news much do you?"  Temper said surprised that somebody hadn't heard about what had been going on in Chicago.  "Well, eight girls have gone missing in the last month."

"Missing?"  She replied, feeling a familiar chill creep up her spine.  Wherever she went something like this was always happening.  "Missing how?"

"They all just disappeared without a trace."

"Any blood...or stuff turn up?"  She had to ask.

"Just piles of girl's clothes where they'd disappeared."  Temper told her.

"Wherever they went they went buck-naked?"

He thought he get a reaction from her from that but she just shook her pretty, blond head.  "Nobody saw anything."

"No nothin."  Temper told her reaching for a folder form his desk.  "And I can tell you if anybody saw any of these girls running around in the buff they'd remember it."

Passing over the folder, she looked through the pictures of the eight girls.  Well Temper was right about that.  Nobody, male or female would forget seeing any of these girls in the nude.  They were all gorgeous.

"I've been hired by Abigail Feintuch's parents to see if I can find her." he told her pointing out Abby's picture.  "So far it's got me stumped.  No physical evidence, no witnesses, nobody whispering in the alleys about the fun they had with a pile of teenage beauties."

'Not vampires.'  She decided.  Sure they liked pretty young girls, but they were never this neat about cleaning up their messes.  And leaving behind their clothes was not something she'd heard about.

"Where are all the English librarians when you need them?" she whispered to herself.

"Huh?"  Temper asked overhearing a bit of it.

"Oh nothing."  She assured him a smile.  "I better get back to work."

"Be careful out there."  Temper warned her.  "This city is full of weirdoes that like pretty young girls."

She was halfway down the stairs before she realized that she had forgotten to put in a good word for Alex.

All day in the diner she worried about the lost girls.  If not vampires, then what.  Still that particular form of the undead wasn't the only thing she stumbled on in her brief career as the Slayer.  Maybe whoever had taken the girls wasn't even like that.  Maybe he was just a plain old human.

"Bullshit!" she swore to herself getting a curious look from Angie.  With her around the chance that a crime was being committed by a plain old human was unlikely.  She was really a trouble magnet for the bizarre.

"Did you manage to talk to Temper?"  Alex asked her as they collapsed together on the bench in the changing room.

"Yeah."  She admitted.  "But I didn't manage to bring you up.  He was busy on this missing girl case he's been working on."

Alex's eyes lit up.  "He's always helping someone.  Isn't he great?"

"Boy Alex, you've got it real bad for him."  She commented, giving her friend a hug.  "Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

"I will...someday."  Alex agreed.

They changed out of their uniforms and dropped them in a laundry basket in the corner.  Alex told her that anything in there got sent to an all-night cleaner and would be back here tomorrow morning when they came back.

It was pretty dark out when the got outside.  The sky was completely overcast, so the moon was gone and not a star could be seen.  On the walk home Alex stayed close to her for security...  or was it just to cop the occasional feel?  Alex's hands kept on taking liberties with her ass and she found herself returning the gesture.  Alex smiled down at her, a sexy glazed look in her eyes.  Before she realized it she had grabbed her own breast through her shirt and bra and was squeezing it roughly, enjoying the feeling as her nipple scraped against her bra.  Looking over at Alex, she saw that the girl had gone even further and had a hand down the front of her pants... digging away at her pussy.

'What the hell is going on?'  She questioned, while her other hand grabbed at her crotch, squeezing hard through her jeans.

'Come to me.'  She heard a voice calling her.  'Come to me.'

Looking by the building they were in front of her... two figures hunched in the shadows.

'Come to me.'  The voice ordered this time and she felt her feet move by themselves, bringing her closer to them.

With each step she took she felt the heat in her body grow.  Her nipples felt harder and more sensitive then they ever had been in her life.  She could feel the rough fabric of her panties rubbing into her clit and sending sharp ecstatic pulses trough her whole body.  She felt the back of them slide up between her ass cheeks and start to kiss her anus.  God, it felt good.  She hadn't felt this good since....

Remembering that particular memory shocked her out of her trance.  She still felt the uncontrollable need but now could also tell that it wasn't herself that was making it.

"Master, I have lost one girl."  She heard a soft rasp voice state in the darkness.

"What?" another more human voice demanded "well at least get the other one?'

She somehow knew that they meant Alex and saw her friend take a step closer to the darkness, but instinctively she was able to reach out and pull her back.  Hugging the girl's body to her own she wouldn't let her go.

"Damn!" the human voice swore.  "Go!  I'll meet you back at home.  And I wanted those two very much!"

Still lost in the passion, she barely heard one set of footsteps echo as they raced away.

"Ann?"  Alex said and looked up at her.  She still saw the glazed look on her friend.  Then she found her mouth on hers, her tongue racing between her lips, her soft hands roughly clasping and grabbing at her body.  She felt herself responding in kind, wanting to give into her growing 'need', but she forced herself to hold back.

She still couldn't remember much of the trip back to the apartment... just a few flashes of the startled people that saw two girls groping and going at each other like sex crazed animals.  How they hadn't been arrested she'd never know.

Once inside the apartment, she let her pent up inhibitions finally break as she tore Alex's clothes right off of her body... then she pushed her back onto the bed.

"Yes!  Yes!"  Alex cried out as she rubbed and licked every bit of skin.  When she bit a nipple Alex began to shudder, and when her tongue found Alex's clit, Alex began to scream.

She still felt exhausted when she woke up the next morning.  When they were done finally fucking themselves into oblivion, they were wrapped tightly around each other and sleeping in a position that hadn't been too comfortable.  Looking at Alex's sleeping face, so innocent and angelic, she could hardly believe some of the things they'd done.  Even in her wildest fantasies she'd never thought she could act like that.  She blushed.

Whatever had come over her... no, not just her.  Alex too.  She'd barely managed to control it.  She still remembered the two dark shadows and especially that strange voice that called the other master.  At least she was batting 1.00 still.  There was no way that it had been a normal human that had somehow done this to her.  Still, it had been the most pleasurable sensation she ever felt... and she doubted that she'd be able to resist the feeling again.

That meant she needed help.  And she thought she knew just the person to help her.

"Come on Alex, wake up."  She firmly told her friend, shaking her as she tried to extricate her limbs from the tangle of them.

"Hmmmm?"  Alex tiredly inquired, not wanting to get up.

"Come on and get up.  We need to shower and eat something."

"Hmmmm."  The girl just purred contentedly, trying to hold her tighter.

"Come on, you don't want Temper to see you in this condition... do you?"  She asked, thinking that might get a rise out of the girl.

She was right.

"Temper?"  Alex asked, opening her eyes.  "We're going to see Temper?"

"Yeah.  Right after we shower and have breakfast."

That got Alex going.  It was still a bit of a struggle to unhook all the legs and arms but they finally managed.  Feeling the need for action, she pulled Alex into the bathroom and shoved her in the small shower... then jumping in herself.  Scrubbing each other down with soap they found it still difficult not to grope each other and began to respond.

Twenty minutes later the water had begun to cool off, but they both found their 'need' overwhelming... and eventually needed another shower.

"Were is he?"  She asked, pacing anxiously back and forth in front of Temper's closed and locked office door.  Alex sat napping on the floor, trying to catch up on all the lost sleep of the previous evening.

"Can I help you two girls with something?"  Temper's voice asked them from the top of the stairs.

Spinning around, she looked at the man but before she could say anything, Alex had jumped off the floor and threw her self into his arms.  Wrapping him in a big hug she just whispered, "Temper.  Temper." over and over again.

Temper looked a bit surprised by Alex's enthusiastic greeting but not displeased.  After a minute of this though he managed to disengage the clinging girl and asked, "Alex, what's wrong?"

"Just open the door."  She ordered him.  "I'll tell you all about it inside.  It's not something you want to discuss in the hallway."

Alex still held on to his arm, rubbing her face against his shoulder while he undid the lock and let them in.

As Temper sat behind his desk, Alex kneeling beside him, her face still on his shoulder, she paced back and forth in front of the desk and explained as much of last night as she thought Temper would believe.  She didn't mention anything supernatural, but did mention the two figures in the dark and the strange effect that they had had on her and Alex.

"Yeah, you were great last night."  Alex added, wanting to be helpful.  "I've never had so many orgasms at once like that."

"God Alex."  She muttered, feeling her face flush.  When she looked up at Temper she was surprised to see that he had turned a bit red, too.

'So much for his Mike Hammer impersonation.'  She thought to herself.

"What were they using?  Drugs?  Was it some sort of gas?  Hypnosis?"  Temper asked, his voice sounding uncomfortable even to himself.

"I don't know... maybe some sort of hypnosis."  She decided to reply, thinking this was the best way to explain their aroused state.

"How'd you break the control.  So far eight girls have gotten trapped by whoever these two are... not to mention Alex here?"  He looked at the girl cuddling next to him and was taken a bit aback by the sweet lustful look of adoration she returned.

"Well, my last boyfriend... we had a bit of hard parting... anyway, when I thought of him it brought me back enough to break away.  I'm not quite like other girls."  She added, hesitating to say much more.

"I've noticed that."  Temper agreed.

"But I don't think I'd be able to do it a second time."

"Alex!  Stop that!"  Temper ordered the girl as he felt a tongue lick the side of his face and enter his ear.

Alex obeyed but looked disappointed.

"How... how long do you think this... whatever it is... lasts?"  Temper asked, more than a bit unsettled by Alex's caresses.  Right now there was nothing he'd like more than to strip the girl naked and take her right here on his desk, but he knew she wasn't quite right in the head right now.  And he promised himself he'd never take advantage of one of the kids he had helped... no matter how sexy they were.

"Probably a couple of days.  Alex has calmed down a lot from last night."  She informed him.  "Compared to last night she's acting like a priest."

Temper found that thought tantalizing, if a bit uncomfortable.  "And you're over it already."

"Hell no!"  She yelled at him.  "Right now I'd like nothing more to stretch out on your desk and have you eat me out the way you did Angie."  She shouted and then turned beet red from what she said.

"Me too!  Me too!"  Alex demanded.

Temper felt himself shiver and forced himself to take a deep breath.

"But... but I've got enough discipline to control myself."  She added.

"Why'd you come to me with this and not the cops?"

She looked nervously down at her feet before answering.  "I...  I'm not exactly in good with the police.  I'd rather not have to deal with them.  And I trust you."

Just as Temper thought.  Whatever she was running away from must have been pretty bad, but he really couldn't see this girl intentionally harming anyone... anyone who didn't deserve harming anyway.  "What do you want me to do?"

"These guys only strike at night, so I'm just going to behave normally and walk home from here like I usually do.  I think they'll try me again tonight.  One of them sounded pretty desperate."

"What do we do with Alex here?"  Temper asked patting the girl on the head and getting a cat-like purr back from her.

"Well...she can't come with us.  I think one dose of whatever that was is more than enough for her."  She replied, then added.  "Maybe we can get Angie to look after her tonight."

"Oh I like Angie."  Alex agreed enthusiastically.  "She tastes yummy."

Temper looked at the girl as she licked her lips in anticipation.  He really shouldn't have been surprised about that, Angie was quite sexy and sexual.  Anyway, he had to agree with Alex about Angie.  She did taste yummy.
 
It was a frustrating day for her while they waited for nightfall.  The three of them headed down to talk Angie into looking after Alex and she ended up working most of the day trying to burn off some of that excess energy piping through her system.  That, and keeping Alex in the back all day as the diner wasn't licensed for the kinds of thing that poor girl wanted so desperately to do... not to mention trying to keep her own thoughts off of her own sexual arousal.

Her lunch break with Angie also helped out.  Alex was right...  Angie did taste real yummy.  She'd thought of going next door and asking Temper if he'd like to join in the little orgy between the three of them, knowing Alex would be thrilled with the idea, but Angie told her not to.  Angie told her Temper worked better sexually frustrated.  Thinking they'd need him at his best tonight she and Alex tried their best to keep him that way when he came in every couple of hours to check up on them.

By the time 8:00 rolled around the sexual tension she felt started to ease up.  She still felt like a good run or fight, but that was what she expected tonight, so that was all right.  Temper told her to just walk home as usual and not to worry if she couldn't see him tailing her.  He'd be there all the way.

It was a different spot, a couple of blocks from where it had started last night, she started to feel her pulse race with her breathing becoming ragged and uncontrolled.  She needed somebody to fuck her and started to look around.  Her thighs felt damp and she felt an urge to slide down her pants.

'Come over here.'  A familiar rasp-like voice coaxed her.  She turned and saw two vague shapes under the shadows of a doorway.

'Come over here.'  The voice said again.

This time she let herself completely go as her legs carried her over toward the two.

"Where's the other one?" the human voice demanded in a whine.

'I don't know master.' the inhuman voice answered.  'It is only the one this night.'

'Take her anyway.  I'll meet you back at the penthouse.'

Suddenly she felt an incredible 'pulling' sensation, like something had hooked into her and slowly reeled her in.  Then she was gone.
 

***

"What the fuck?"  Temper swore to himself as he saw Ann disappear.  One second she was standing there, 'frigging' herself like crazy and then the next second... poof... gone!  Right out of her clothes!  Everything she had on had just sort of hovered there for a second in a before gravity pulled them to the sidewalk.

The next thing, a kid, he couldn't be more than 16, 17 at most, came out of dark, gave the pile of clothes a kick and ran off.  Before chasing after whoever the kid was, Temper checked in the shadow where the kid had been but whoever the other guy was, he was long gone.  And if he didn't hurry so would be the kid.

'I'm not is shape for this sort of chase.'  Temper grumbled to himself as he hurried after the kid.  But at least the asshole isn't bothering to look for any tail.'

When the kid got to the busier streets he slowed to down to just a fast walk, which Temper was now more than grateful for.  Then he turned into the lobby of one of those fancy and expensive new apartment buildings.

"Good Evening Mr. Sawyer."  Temper heard the doorman say as he opened it for the kid.

"Looks like it might be." the kid answered back with a shit-eating grin.

At least he knew the name to look for now.  But getting into the place wasn't going to be that easy.  That doorman wasn't just going to let him stroll inside, and the security on these places was getting more and more high-tech every year.  Looking around the place, Temper tried to find a way inside.
 

***

"Ohhhhh."  Buffy let out a soft moan, the pleasure more than making up for the headache that transportation had given her.  Tongues, and lips, and hands, and breasts stroked against every nerve in her body causing her cunt to spasm again and again in ecstasy.

'At least I'm not making a mess.'  She thought to herself with a giggle.  She could feel at least two mouths fighting over every drop that pulsed out of her vagina.

She giggled again as she felt a warm wetness stroke the souls of her feet and her toes.  Somebody was actually kissing and sucking on them!  Wiggling them she heard a laugh come from where she assumed her feet were.

Feeling hot breath on her face she opened her eyes and saw a pair of dark brown ones looking back at her.  The girl who's mouth was eagerly sucking on her lips, trying to coax her tongue out of her mouth, was a nice caramel brown color.  She recognized her right away from the folder of missing girls Temper had showed her.  At least they weren't dead.  But the things they were doing to her body were enough to raise them.

She didn't know how long she lay there being chewed and drooled on before it stopped.  It could have been minutes or days.  Her sense of time had completely left her with all her other higher brain functions.

"That's it ladies.  Give her some room."  A male voice demanded.  "I'll let you play with our new toy more later.  I want to try her out myself, first."

She felt herself being helped up to a sitting position and that was when she saw Abigail Feintuch giving her a boost up.

"Promise master?"  Abigail begged.  "I haven't had a taste of her pussy yet."

"You like my new toy, Abby?" the voice asked the girl.

"Oh yes master!  She's beautiful."

"That was nice."  She thought to herself, confused at how much she enjoyed the compliment.

Dazedly looking around, she saw an octet of amazingly beautiful naked girls... all stroking each other... all flush with passion.

"Where's your friend tonight?" the voice demanded of her.

"Alex?"  She asked with a giggle.  "She's eating Angie.  Angie's real yummy."

The voice let out a high pitched laugh of delight at what she said, drawing her attention back to her captor.  It was a man... no, a boy.  He even looked younger than she was.

"May I have her now, Master?" that raspy voice pleaded.

She looked over and felt herself jump back, knocking her head into Abby's plump breasts.

"I get her first."  The boy told the... whatever it was.  "You can have one of the other's for now."

"Me!"  One girl shouted.

"No me!" all the other girls cried out in unison.

"Racquel." the boy decided, pointing to the young black girl, who had been kissing her with delight.

She watched the girl run over to the...satyr.  That's what it looked like.  One of those half man, half goat 'thingees' from Greek mythology.  His face wasn't bad looking, except for the horns and the long pointy teeth, but the rest of him was covered in a thick woolly coat of dark hair... right down to the hoofs of his feet.

Racquel embraced the satyr, running her hands through his coat while she kissed him hard on the mouth.

'Wow!'  She thought to herself, as she saw the thing's cock slither out from its hiding place.  She'd never seen a cock slither before, not that she'd seen many cocks in the first place, but this one worked it's way out and started caressing the girl right between her legs... while getting harder and harder with every poke.  Racquel gave out a groan of pleasure.

'There's no way that thing's going to fit in her.'  She thought while staring in amazement.  The size of the satyr's erection was beyond huge.  She was proved wrong, though, when the beast picked Racquel right up off the floor and shoved inside of her.

'Yes!"  Racquel screamed out, being filled to the hilt!  She loved the sudden feeling of being full.

Then the satyr held onto her underarms, its face chewing on her breasts, while it pounded, and pounded, and pounded, and pounded...

"Ahhhhhh!"  Buffy let out a scream as she felt a spontaneous orgasm.

"I've got something here for you." the boy called to her.  Turning around she saw a hard cock only a foot away from her face.  It was much smaller than the beast's cock and totally human looking, but it also became the center of her universe.

"Suck me" the boy demanded and she quickly obeyed.

The cock in her mouth became everything to her.  It's warm salty taste, it's 'musk-like' smell, and the feeling as the skin rubbed her lips, her tongue, the back of her throat.

"That's it Abby.  Go ahead." The thing said to the girl.

Meanwhile, she spat out the cock, and then wrapped her hands around it and began roughly jerking it up and down while she turned and watched Abby, lying down behind her, nibbled on her ass cheeks.  When the girl lowered her face and began to tongue her anus... then cunt, she let out a shiver of delight.  Slowly, she turned back to stuff her master's long piece of flesh in her mouth.

"I'm cumming!" her master screeched loudly.

"Y'th m'ast'r.  F'l m' m'th." Buffy pleaded, sucking harder and faster until she felt a hot gush of slimy liquid shoot down her throat.  She swallowed every drop, and demanded more, sucking on the hard flesh and pulling out another gush of semen.  She felt her own orgasm in response to her master's and heard Abby's joyful moans as she sent at gush of syrup splashing into the girl's face.

"What the fuck!?"

Turning, she saw somebody that looked familiar standing in the open elevator.  'Temper'... at least that's what she thought his name was.  Forgetting about him, she turned back to her master's slightly softening cock and licked the last trickle of cum off its head.
 
"What the fuck?"  Temper said again.
 

***

It had been a bit difficult getting in this place.  He'd had to break quite a few doors down and cut quite a few security alarm wires.  Then he had to smash in the elevator controls so he could try to wire the system to take him to the penthouse this Mr. Sawyer was staying in.

He didn't know what he had expected, but he hadn't quite expected this.

The girls were all here.  And they were all still completely naked.  And there was Anne, sucking off that kid like a pro.  And Abby Feintuch, the girl he'd been hired to find and her face buried between Anne's thighs.  And that other girl, Racquel LeBeau, getting fucked by...

"What the fuck?"  He screamed, pulling out his pistol and aiming it at... whatever it was.

He fired at its head, trying to make sure not to hit Racquel, but the bullet flew wide.

The kid jumped, pushing Anne away from him.

"Help.  Girls help.", he screamed like a little girl hunkering down and then cowering behind Anne.

The six girls, who'd all just been lying and sitting around playing with each other, suddenly turned towards him and then pounced on him.

He fell to the ground as his gun went flying, lost somewhere in a pile of pillows.  He managed to move a bit, throwing girls left and right, but they just came back at him.  At first, he thought they were fighting him, but when he felt a slim hand slide into his pants and another start tearing the buttons off the front of his shirt, he realized that they had something completely else in mind.
 

***

Buffy still felt dazed when her...master...  'What the hell... Master!?!', came out from behind her, laughing.  'Temper!  Temper was here to help free the girls... but it didn't look like he was doing a good job.

"Lie on your back."  The boy ordered her, while he massaged himself back to hardness.

Seeing the stiff cock, she felt herself starting to revert back to the simpering moron she'd been moments before.  Fighting it but losing, she dropped to the plush carpet and spread her legs for the boy.

"Beautiful."  He mumbled as he looked down at her, adding.  "I'm really going to enjoy this."

Dropping down he shoved his hard cock straight into her and began pushing in and out.  He didn't have much style but whatever he had it still made her tremble and wet between her legs.

"Master?" she forced herself to ask the boy.  "H...how do you do it?"
 

***

Steven Sawyer stopped his pleasurable excursion into this pretty little blond as he wondered what was going on.  This was the first time any of the girls had asked him anything... except to have sex.

"Master?"  The girl repeated.  "What is that thing?'

Steven looked up at the satyr as it continued to plunge in and out of Racquel.

"Why not?"  He replied, feeling an enjoyment at the prospect of actually talking about it.  Still, he continued to pump into her tight wetness.

"My father... my father collects art... at least that's what he calls it."  He gasped and stuttered as he felt the girl's pussy clamp onto him as she rode a series of orgasms.  "God... that felt good.  I...  I was looking at one... it was ...was covered in some weird writing."

The girl tracked his gaze as he looked over at a glass case holding what could only be called a huge stone dildo.

"It... it took me... two months... but I translated... them."
 

***

Buffy was barely conscious of the boy's voice but tried her best to follow him, while looking around the huge living room of the penthouse.

"Wh... when I read the... translat...Oh God, I'm cumming again!"

She felt the boy shoot into her while she got off herself.  Whatever hold he had on her, she was starting to really, really enjoy it.

Collapsing on her, his breath panting he continued, "The...incubus...just appeared when...  I read the translation.  He called me master...and said he'd doing anything I wanted.  It didn't take me long to find out he didn't have many powers, but what he had...Wow!"

She looked over at the Incubus and Racquel as they coupled and it appeared he had quite a bit of stamina.

"It looks like a satyr."  She mumbled.

"Yeah, I saw that too." the boy replied... really appearing to enjoy this conversation.  "He said that they called him that and a few other names at different times.  But he's really an Incubus.  A sort of male sex spirit.  He doesn't have many powers except when it comes to women.  He can make any woman into a sex maniac with absolutely no inhibitions."

'I noticed.'  She thought to herself as she felt the boy's penis start to get hard and poke at her opening again.  She really wouldn't mind him doing her again... and again... and again... but right now she had a job to do.

Flexing her hips back, she tossed the boy over her head and he landed with a thud on his back behind her.  While he gasped, trying to recover his lost breath, she crawled over to a pair of handcuffs she'd seen among a pile of other objects which appeared to be from one of the boy's excursions into S&M.  Crawling to the boy, she quickly cuffed one of his hands onto a couch while internally struggling not to lean down and give him a 'blow job'.  Thinking that he'd probably break free in a few minutes she had to work fast.

She glanced at him as she lifted herself up off the floor and noted how helpless he looked… and felt an almost overwhelming urge to hop on his cock and 'ride' him.  Then she glanced over at the incubus and saw him smiling at her, forcing her to shake of her even greater arousal.  She then stumbled over to the glass case where the stone cock lay in and smiled, thinking that this was the answer to everything.  A padlock held it kept the glass casing locked but that was nothing for a slayer to shatter.  Quickly, she reached for the cock and "Oh, God!"  She screamed.  The passion... the sexual need… and the ecstasy... all flooded her body.  Every cell called out for to seek release!  The 'need' for a huge cock overwhelmed her!  She wanted to stuff in into her cunt and keep moving until she died from bliss.  Looking down, she realized that that's what she held in her hands.  Sure, it was about twenty inches long and three inches thick, but she didn't care.  She needed it inside her!

Placing the head at the entrance of her cunt, she let herself slowly drop to the floor… gravity forcing it deeper and deeper inside of her.  When she finally bottomed out, there was still a large length sticking out, but that just gave her a good grip to hold on to.  Falling onto her back, she shoved it in over and over, crying out from incredible ecstasy… enjoying the rough texture of the stone against her insides.

She felt the biggest orgasm she'd ever had build up inside of her, but somewhere in the back of her mind she still cried for discipline and tried desperately to stop herself from fucking herself before she went absolutely berserk.  When the idea that she might go crazy and end up inside some mental institution, she applied her strongest Slayer willpower and fought harder.

The orgasm hit her hard, her whole body jerking and shaking, every muscle in her body tightening and loosening in time with the other.  Then just at it reached it's peak she let out a loud scream and through mental concentration she exerted all her strength into squeezing one particular group of muscles.

"Crack!" a loud breaking sound echoed over and over throughout the room.

"Free!" the incubus yelled.  "I'm free!"

Giving Racquel a final kiss, he vanished, dropping the girl onto her ass on the floor.

Exhausted and dripping sweat, Buffy forced herself to look down and saw a broken stub of the stone cock lying on the floor next to her.  She'd done it.  She'd really done it.  It was a bit uncomfortable but she managed to sit up and reach down into her sore cunt.  Getting a grip on the slimy end of the stone she drew it out over a foot before the stone cock head popped out with a farting sound.

Letting go of the cock, it fell to the floor, breaking into even more pieces.

The satyr... the incubus was gone.  The uncontrollable force that had been playing with her like a puppet was gone.  She was still horny as hell but it was nothing like it had been and she knew that she could function in this state.

Weakly, she rolled over and crawled shakily to her feet.  The boy was still handcuffed to the couch, holding himself in the ball of a fetal position.  He sobbed like a baby.  Racquel was lying on her stomach, rubbing her sore ass, while the rest of the girls were still crawling over the helpless Temper.

Walking to the pile of groaning, humping bodies, she pulled girl after girl off Temper until she could saw him at the bottom, smeared with sticky girl cum and saliva.  Abby Feintuch was happily hopping her groin up and down on his hard cock, completely unaware of the world around her.

"Off girl." She told the girl and grabbed her under her arms, lifting her up off of Temper.

"Ann?"  Temper gasped, looking at the exhausted girl.  "What happened?  What was that thing?"

She wanted to answer him but found herself helplessly staring at his hard dripping cock.  She was losing control again.

"Sorry about this Temper… but I'll explain it all later.  Right now I need this."  She said as she plopped down and impaled herself on him.  His cock was huge and filled her nicely as she frantically humped him over and over again.

"Ann?  What ar y..." Temper tried to ask but had to stop as Abby sat hard on his face and grinded her cunt into his face.

Buffy knew what she was doing was rape but she had to burn this passion out of her system now otherwise she'd make a spectacle of herself later.
 

***

Three days later, she still couldn't look Temper in the face without blushing.  Sure, it had just been another reaction to all those sexual cravings in her system, but... Temper?  He was so old.  He might be fine for Alex, but he was way too old for her.  She blushed.

In the diner the next day she flinched when she saw him approaching.

"Buffy?" he asked… this made her flinch.  "Thought so." He added.

She retreated a step back from him not sure what to expect.  She hadn't counted on him discovering her name.

"Don't be stupid."  He growled at her as he pat the seat next to him.  "Come over here so we can talk."

Reluctantly, she sat down.

"A friend of mine, another P.I., sent me an e-mail today.  Some guy down in California is looking for some 17 year old girl named Buffy.  It seems whoever this guy is; he's pretty worried about her.  He's got people all over the country looking for her and her face is plastered all over P.I. Internet sites.  It won't be long before one of them spots her and tries to get the reward this guy's offering for any info about her."

She gave him another worried and frightened look.

"Hey!  Don't worry."  Temper assured her.  "I'd never turn in a friend, but I just thought this Buffy girl, whoever she is, should know.  This P.I. who sent me the e-mail's office is less than two miles from here."

"Damn Giles!" she swore under her breath.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, hopeful, but didn't appear surprised when she shook her head 'no'.  "Well, whoever this guy is he seems to want you back pretty bad.  I could maybe get somebody to lean on him and tell him to leave you alone."

She laughed at that and gave Temper a hug.  "No.  That's not necessary.  Giles is just...  a friend of mine.  He's probably just worried about me."  She replied, smiling… then added.  "There is something, though…  I could use another favor."

"Anything." Temper replied.

"A ride to the bus depot." she asked, looking like she was about to start crying.

Alex actually did cry when she told her she had to leave.  Angie didn't look too happy either, but looked relieved when Buffy told her that she would stay until her shift ended.  When the time came, she handed her the money she'd earned and then hugged and kissed her good-bye.

She couldn't help but laugh when she finally saw Temper's car.  She'd never seen it before but a white mustang suited him perfectly.  He didn't get the joke and she wasn't about to hurt his feelings by explaining it to him.

They had to stop at her apartment to get her meager possessions and then headed towards the bus depot… where he first saw her.

On the way, Temper told her what was going on with the girls.  They were all still in the hospital but were all in perfect health.  The only difference in them now was two little pieces of skin and a more than average sex drive.  They were all starting to calm down now, but still wanted to jump anybody, male or female, who walked into their rooms.  She commented that it might take awhile for the affects to wear off, still fighting her own sexual frustration… it was only because of her Slayer discipline that she was able to control herself… although, she did find herself stealing glances at Temper's crotch from time to time.  Fortunately, Alex was back to normal…  Thank God she was only given one dose from the incubus.
 

***

While Temper discussed the other girls, he found his mind wandering.  After Buffy had raped him… well, not actually rape, but pretty damn close… he still got hard every time he thought about her.  She certainly presented a tasty picture buckled into the seat next to him.  He was still having a problem believing everything, but having seen Buffy vanish out of her clothes, right before his eyes, certainly was something he couldn't explain.  Whatever that thing was… that was boffing Racquel LeBeau... it certainly wasn't human.

As for Steven Sawyer... it looked like he might go completely free.  His parents were stinking rich.  The penthouse where Steven was keeping his harem was just one of their places in town and they said they hadn't used it in months.  The high priced lawyers and the fact that none of the girls was willing to press charges on little Stevie made the D.A. a little weary about pressing the case.  The girls all still seemed crazy for him and practically drooled whenever they saw him.  The pysch guys said it was some sort of Pavlovian reaction and that it would probably wear off in time.  Probably?

Another thing was nobody could figure out how he managed to kidnap the girls or get them so sex-crazed.  They couldn't find any trace of drugs in the girls systems or in the penthouse, and little Stevie wasn't about to tell them about his pet sex monster.  Neither was Temper for that matter.  He didn't want to end up in a room next to the girls.

"With that... stone cock broken… the thing shouldn't be back."  Buffy informed him, blushing.  He remembered how she had it buried into her cunt but he chose not to lead on that he knew.

He thought she seemed to know a lot more about this kind of thing than she was letting on, but he wasn't going to press the point.

When they pulled into the parking lot, she gave him a long hug, and after a moment's thought… a long tongue filled kiss.  He had to break free when she reached down and unzipped his fly.

"Sorry… my control slipped for a second."  She blushed.  "Ah… one more favor." she asked, licking their joined saliva from her lips.  "Alex."

"Alex?"

"Yeah, Alex."  She replied.  "That girl's crazy about you."

"But...  but I thought..." Temper stuttered.  He had just thought Alex cozying up to him had just been a reaction from that incubus guy.  From the way the kidnapped girls had acted… just like Buffy had acted.

"You were all she ever talked about… and this was before our little meeting with the sex monster.  You should hear her in bed sometime.  Playing with herself like mad and chanting your name over and over."

He blushed red again… and this made Buffy smile.

"She even told me she's never slept with a guy.  She was saving that for you.  Just remember that she's not a kid anymore.  If anybody knows that Alex is a full grown woman now, it's me."  Buffy added… and this time she blushed.

She gave him a good-bye kiss on the cheek and then got out of the car… never one looking back.  His cock was hard and his eyes, glazed.  He watched her go to the ticket desk and noted the sign above reading 'Phoenix, Arizona'.  Apparently, she didn't want to be found just yet.

Suddenly, he saw some low life talking to a girl that looked about 14.  He quickly got out of the car and headed over to them.  When he saw that the low life was handing her something… he yelled and started after him.  As he chased the low life, he glanced at the bus as it started to depart.  He saw Buffy, looking at the window, smiling, shaking her head as if to say…  There he goes again.

Epilogue:

After this day, Temper needed a drink real bad.  He wasn't sure if it was to celebrate or forget.  Ann....Buffy...whoever she was… was gone.  But today he'd managed to get a little, much too naive, runaway to a center he knew might be able to help her.  Angie was going to need a new waitress but that kid was too young for that.  Then he'd gone to see Abby's parents and got paid.  They even threw in a five-grand bonus for finding their little girl.  They weren't too happy where he found her, but that wasn't his fault.

Walking into McGinty's he took a seat at the bar.

'Alex.' he thought to himself.  What was he going to do with that kid?  He'd promised himself that he'd never take advantage of any of the kids he helped, a promise that he'd already broke.  Sure, Buffy was more than willingly, but that didn't make it all right.  Anyway, Buffy was right regarding Alex.  She was definitely a woman now.

"Can I get you anything?" a voice behind the bar asked him.

Looking up he saw a pretty blond in a pair of tight jeans and a just as tight sweater.  Looking at her he really wanted to tell her what he would like from her, but instead he settled for a beer.  He watched her as she moved around serving other customers.  She was new here.  She hadn't been here the last time he'd been in.  Gary must have just hired her.  For some reason she sort of looked familiar to him.  He couldn't decide if he'd actually seen her before or if she just reminded him of somebody else.  That was it.  She was a bit taller, and she really didn't look like her at all, but there was some quality... some Buffy'ness about this woman that reminded him of the girl he just dropped off at the bus depot.

The end
 

Just a note about this story…  I think of it as sort of a tribute to the sexiest TV show on the air.  For those who don't know much about Buffy the Vampire Slayer, this takes place between the end of 2nd Season and the beginning of the 3rd Season when Buffy is on the road trying to forget her problems.

Speaking of the 3rd Season, so far only a few of the episodes have come out so far, but from the more than casual use of the word 'slut' the show is starting to seem more and more like an Aaron Spelling series.  Still… it's still the best show and has the hottest girls on TV.

As for Temper, he, Angie and Alex will probably turn up in a future story.

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