Title: Buffy's Bitch
Author: Oric13 (Oric13@xs4all.nl)
Universe: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17 (of course)
Keywords: f/f, teen, D/s, spank, humil, humor, TV-parody
Summary: Affected by the slime of a demon, Buffy has an unexpected reaction to Cordelia's 
usual taunting.
Notes: The story takes place shortly after season 2 episode "I Only Have Eyes For You" and 
is slightly AU, because unlike what happened in the series: Cordelia did NOT get back with 
Xander. Instead she clawed and bitched her way back as Queen of Sunnydale High.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy... I'm just 
having a little non-profit fun with them.

Warning: This story contains: lesbian sex, spanking, D/s, humiliation and a bit of S&M. If 
you don't like that kinda stuff or are too young for it, then don't read this.


Buffy's Bitch
by Oric13



Prologue


Buffy Summers was busy patrolling one of Sunnydale's largest cemeteries and was also 
extremely bored. It had been more than an hour ago since she'd last spotted & slain a vamp 
and she was itching for some action.

"C'mon, guys! Show your ugly mugs!" she called out impatiently across the deadly quiet 
cemetery. "Yummy blonde teen here! All Alone and Helpless!"

She waited a few minutes, looking around hopefully, but not a single vamp showed up to take 
the proffered bait. 

'Well, it was a worth a try,' the Slayer thought, shrugging. Having already staked six 
vampires that evening, she was about ready to call it a night and head home. 

Strolling towards the entrance of the cemetery, she suddenly noticed something move by one 
of the larger crypts.

'Hey, *finally* something's happening! Let's check it out and see if I can make it seven 
dusted vamps this evening,' the blonde happily decided while sneaking towards the crypt. 

"Here vampy, vampy. Come and get it!" she called out while rounding the corner of the crypt, 
suddenly coming face to face with the figure she was stalking. Instead of a vampire though, 
she was faced with an eight feet tall, green slimy monster. The... whatever-it-was had green 
glowing eyes and a sort of round mouth that looked like a hole with teeth.

"Ouch! You must be last year's winner in Sunnydale's ugliest monster competition," Buffy 
quipped while taking a step backwards. "I don't suppose you are willing to leave peacefully, 
so I can go home and prepare for my history test tomorrow and you can prepare for this year's 
ugliest monster competition?"

"GROAAAR!!" roared the beast while striking towards her with a big, clawed paw.

The Slayer quickly ducked, barely escaping the claw. "Hmmm, I'm going to assume that 
means a big fat NO?" the blonde commented. "Well "Groaaar" to you too, buddy!"

Leaping forward, she kicked hard into the monster's (supposed) stomach, which seemed to 
have little effect on the green creature since it immediately backhanded her with its paw, 
throwing her a good ten feet backwards. Quickly jumping up, she proceeded to unleash a 
series of kicks & punches upon the beast, who staggered back slightly under the onslaught but 
managed to deliver another quick strike with its clawed paw. Buffy swiftly ducked and 
grabbed the creature's arm; using a combination of her slayer-strength and the force of the 
monster's own strike, she managed to lift the creature off the ground, over her back and 
against the crypt wall. 

Seeing the monster lying dazed on its back, Buffy pulled out a stake and jumped onto the 
beast. Who - with an unexpected speed for a creature that size - drew up a leg and kicked her 
in the stomach, throwing her back. Then the green monster let out another big roar and 
jumped back on its feet, charging towards the dazed Slayer, who was only just standing up 
herself. 

"Damn! So this is going to be one of THOSE days again!" she muttered as she watched the 
creature rush towards her. 

She punched the approaching monster hard in the face, who bellowed loudly and grabbed her 
in a tight bear hug. Buffy felt the air leaving her lungs as the beast crushed her against its 
chest with an enormous strength. Struggling, she managed to free her arm that was still 
holding the stake and quickly stabbed it into the creature's left eye. It let out a cry of pain and 
released her. Buffy stumbled backwards and looked up at the monster. The creature let out a 
screech and suddenly a fountain of green slime erupted from its mouth, hitting the blonde's 
face and chest. Blinded by the slime she quickly leaped backwards and started to wipe the 
slime from her eyes.

"Ewww, he slimed me!!" Cautious for another attack she looked up and was relieved to see 
the green monster running away.

"Great," she sighed. "Couldn't he have run away BEFORE spewing slime all over my face 
and clothes!"

Pulling a handkerchief from her pocket, she began wiping away the slime as best as she 
could... Then she suddenly noticed a strange sensation on the parts of skin that had been 
covered with the slime, and let out a second sigh. 'I better report this to Giles; maybe this 
slime has some kind of weird side effect. If that's the case I better find out sooner than later... 
like suddenly turning green in the middle of class tomorrow. That would be just what I needed 
to make my rep as the school's freak complete!'

She proceeded to walk home, meanwhile contemplating the unfairness of it all and feeling 
very sorry for herself. 'As if it isn't enough that I have to spend my - probably very short - life 
hunting vampires and have a boyfriend who turned into a psycho-killer after I had sex with 
him, I also get slimed and almost killed by a big green ugly monster... Ohhh, the joys of being 
a Slayer...' As she passed the Bronze, Buffy felt a twinge of jealousy as she thought about all 
the girls and boys her age having a great time inside while she had to be busy outside: trying 
to make Sunnydale a safer place to live in.


Chapter 1


Looking at the Bronze, Buffy saw Cordelia Chase coming out with some of her friends. While 
gazing at the beautiful, well-dressed brunette, she recalled how much her life used to be like 
Cordelia's until she became the Slayer. 'I really wish Cordelia and I could've been friends; 
she can actually be kinda fun if she isn't too busy worrying about her clothes and/or 
reputation.'

When Buffy came to Sunnydale High for the first time she and Cordelia almost instantly hit it 
off but her hanging out with persons far below Cordelia's social standing (Xander and Willow 
to be precise) soon put a stop to that... and almost staking Cordelia the very same day, didn't 
help much either.

On the other hand, she had saved the cheerleader's life several times... that should count for 
something, shouldn't it? Unfortunately, things hadn't become any easier between them 
lately... The main reason for this were the very hot, erotic dreams she kept having about the 
beautiful brunette, which made any encounter with Cordelia during the day at school kinda 
awkward, even when the brunette wasn't being hostile for a change.

These disconcerting dreams started a few months after she had come to Sunnydale and she 
kept having them on a regular basis... it was really starting to bother her! Sure, she had sex 
dreams about classmates before, so that part didn't trouble her. She even had some definite 
erotic dreams about Willow and about some of her cheerleader friends from her previous 
school, so dreaming about doing sexy things with a girl wasn't new either. But at least she 
LIKED these other people she dreamed about... but Cordelia Chase?! Sure, the cheerleader 
was unquestionably beautiful and gorgeous, and somehow always managed to look her best, 
but she was also an elitist bitch with about as much tact and sensitivity as a stampeding herd 
of buffalos.

Sighing loudly, Buffy contemplated her mixed feelings for Cordelia: sometimes she wanted to 
kiss the girl but most of the time she wanted to kick her -gorgeous- ass after yet another 
putdown against Willow, Xander or herself. While looking at and thinking about Cordelia, 
she suddenly felt a tingling sensation emanating from the slime on her skin.

*****

Talking animatedly with her - once again - friends, Cordelia Chase strolled out of the Bronze. 
She felt great! With the use of some handy manipulation and gossip she managed to drag that 
little usurper Harmony down below her in the Sunnydale High social order (where that 
wannabe belonged) thereby reinstating herself once again as reigning social queen of 
Sunnydale High (it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it). After that it wasn't hard to get 
Aura, Amber, Ebony and the other Cordettes back in-line.

Having just ended a successful night of prick-teasing boys and dissing those girls who dared 
to make fun of her when she was dating Xander, she now finally felt like she had recovered 
fully from the social downfall of dating Alexander Lavelle (can you believe it!) Harris.

It felt especially good to socially crush the numerous upstarts who took advantage of her 
popularity dip while she went out with Xander. 'That will teach those little bitches not to mess 
with Cordelia Chase! Even when I am dating a social nobody like Xander Harris.'

"Well, time to get home and go to bed. I can't be expected to look this good without getting at 
least 8 hours sleep." Cordelia commented to her friends while saying goodbye to them.

"Goodnight, Cordy! I'll see you tomorrow at school. It was great going bronzing with the 
whole group again, I really missed that," Aura said while waving goodbye and walking with 
Amber to her car.

"Yeah, Cordy," Harmony spoke hesitantly. "It's nice to go out together again... Well, 
goodnight."

"Goodnight, Harm... Oh, and by the way?" Cordelia said; raising an eyebrow and shooting a 
pointed look at Harmony's white pumps. "Never, ever, wear white shoes after Labour Day, 
hon."

Smirking as a red-faced Harmony walked away with the proverbial tail between her legs, 
Cordelia turned to walk to her car when she suddenly spotted Buffy Summers on the other 
side of the street staring at her.

Being the fashion-obsessed person that she is, Cordelia immediately noticed Buffy's rather 
rumpled appearance (which she considered to be a *really* polite description for someone 
who's wearing torn clothes and is covered with some kind of goo). At first she felt concern 
for the girl who obviously had a rough night, but that was quickly replaced with a feeling of 
anger and a touch of jealousy. 

She couldn't help but feel that most of the problems she had to face the last couple of years 
were all because of Buffy Summers. Hadn't the attacks on her life started when Buffy 
appeared? And wasn't her social fall caused because she had been foolish enough to date 
Xander Harris -- something she would never have even *considered* if he hadn't been 
hanging around with Buffy Summers, since it's only because of his association with Buffy 
that he'd become worthy of her attention. Yep, little Miss "Stake-Happy" Summers was 
surely to blame for most of the misfortune that had befallen her lately, and here she was 
presented with the perfect opportunity to get back at her... Narrowing her eyes at her target, 
she started walking towards the Slayer.

*****

Buffy was shaken out of her musings about Cordelia when she suddenly saw the subject of 
her thoughts heading towards her. The brunette cheerleader walked right up to her, standing 
very close.

"Dear, oh dear, oh dear..." Cordelia mockingly muttered as she raked her gaze up and down 
Buffy's body with her patented bitchy "take no prisoners" look.

A smirk appeared on the cheerleader's lips. "Well Buffy, as outfits go, this is even sad by 
YOUR standards!" Cordelia observed, as her smirk grew bigger by the second. "Torn halter-
top and mini skirt -- obviously aiming for the "skanky-ho, going through bad times" look -- 
combined with a pair of black sneakers, which don't even match the rest of your white-trash 
outfit... and to complete it all: a topping of "green slime ala big loser". On a scale from 1 to 
10, I'm gonna have to give this outfit a -6."

The tingling sensation from the green slime suddenly increased, as did Buffy's anger and 
frustration. What the Hell is Cordelia's problem?! She'd saved the cheerleader's life several 
times and tried her best to become friends, and in return Cordelia insulted and shunned her! 
She also suspected the cheerleader had spread some vicious rumours about her shortly after 
she came to Sunnydale... Well, she had taken more then enough of Cordelia's crap!

Not seeing the dangerous glint in Buffy's eyes, Cordelia (who felt she was on a roll tonight) 
continued her verbal attack. "So what's next? Wearing a big purple moo-moo, a pair of plastic 
slippers, and then covering yourself in garlic sauce? I never thought I would say this... to 
anyone! But I think you just surpassed Willow in the bad taste outfits department, and if that 
isn't bad enough you--"

Cordelia's speech was abruptly interrupted by Buffy grabbing the front of Cordy's - very 
expensive Gucci - dress. "That's it!" Buffy growled, "even though I saved your life more 
times that I can count, you constantly insult me any chance you get, and now you also insult 
Willow!?" Pulling Cordelia closer, she continued, "I've had it with your put-downs, you 
spoiled brat! I want to hear two apologies right now: one for insulting Willow and one for 
insulting me, and after that I want to hear a polite "thank you for saving my life so many 
times, Buffy" from you!"

Cordelia, though initially a bit shocked by Buffy's reaction, quickly recovered. "Well, Buffy, 
it seems that living on the Hellmouth can be handy on at least some occasions, such as this 
one."

"And why is that?" the Slayer inquired.

After removing Buffy's hands and carefully inspecting her dress for any damage, Cordelia 
looked up and continued, "Because now it won't be so hard for you to find out when it's 
freezing in Hell, at which time I will apologize to you and Willow!"

Buffy folded her arms in front of her and shot the cheerleader a little smirk. "Nice one Cordy, 
but you ARE going to apologize... right now!"

"And if I don't?" Cordelia replied while taking a nail file out of her purse. Shooting Buffy a 
haughty look, she calmly started to work on her nails.

Taking in Cordelia's nail-filing activities through narrowed eyes, the Slayer answered, "And 
if you don't... I'm going to take you into that alley over there, put you over my knee and 
spank your little Gucci-clad ass until you do!"

At that point, unnoticed by the bickering women, the last bits of green slime on Buffy's skin 
glowed and disappeared.

*****

Halting her nail filing for the moment, Cordelia looked at Buffy with a mixture of shock, 
surprise and disbelief. "You're bluffing!" she replied in a challenging tone of voice.

Flashing the cheerleader a toothy grin, Buffy said, "I was so hoping you would say that, 
Cordy."

The next thing Cordelia knew, she was draped across Buffy's shoulders and taken into the 
alley.

The young slayer lifted the brunette from her shoulder and sat down on a garbage can. As she 
draped the pretty cheerleader across her lap, Cordelia finally recovered from her shocked 
silence and shrieked in indignation. "Let me go this instant, you bottle-blonde freak!"

Buffy listened to the agitated woman's ranting for a moment and shook her head in disbelief. 
"You REALLY should learn when to keep your mouth shut, Cordy."

Raising the girl's skirt, an aroused and angry Buffy revealed the cheerleader's perfect, round 
globes, which were separated by a small thong. "Nice thong, Cordelia!" she grinned.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing, you perverted little vampire floozy?!" Cordelia 
cried out as she tried (in vain) to wrestle out of the Slayer's grip.

Narrowing her eyes at her intended target, Buffy replied, "Something someone should have 
done a long time ago!" and let her hand crash down on the invitingly, uplifted buttocks.

SMACK!!!

"Yowww!!" the cheerleader cried out in shock.

"This is going to hurt you more than me," Buffy quipped.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"OW!! Stop it, you little bitch!"

Licking her lips as she studied the - now pink - globes with a hungry look, Buffy started 
Cordelia's spanking in earnest, letting down a swift volley of spanks.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Owwwww!!!"

"Perhaps this will teach you to be a bit kinder and more tactful in the future!" Buffy chastised 
the young woman as she continued the punishment.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Yoooowwwww!!!!!"

"And not treat your fellow classmates like dirt!"

SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACCKK!!!! 
SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACCK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!

*****

SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACCK!!! 
SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! 
SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! 
SMACKK!!!

"Well? How about it, Cordy?" Buffy asked the now sobbing brunette.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Cordelia sniffed, as she hung limply across the young blonde's lap.

"And?"

"A-and I apologize for my behaviour towards you and Willow," she quickly added.

"That's better!" Buffy said with a satisfied voice. After patting Cordy's bottom one last time, 
she allowed the chastised cheerleader to crawl off her lap.

Standing up, Cordelia quickly rubbed her red butt-cheeks while giving Buffy a chagrined yet 
apprehensive look.

Buffy issued the annoyed brunette a pleased look. "I hope you learned your lesson, Cordy?"

"Yes, I have..." Cordelia pulled her dress down and straightened it in the most dignified 
manner she could manage after just receiving a bare bottomed spanking like a naughty 8-year 
old.

Having composed herself, Cordelia's usual haughty expression returned to her face and she 
raised a questioning eyebrow at Buffy. "Are you quite finished with me now?"

Buffy grinned and gave her a "with-my-leave" gesture.

Cordelia turned and gingerly walked away. As she reached the end of the alley she turned 
back and shouted, "The lesson I learned was: do not give fashion tips to trailer-trash when 
you're still within their reach!" Having said this, she quickly ran off.

For a few moments, Buffy sat as frozen; astounded that Cordelia would have the nerve to 
insult her again, right after the spanking she just got! Recovering from the shock, she swiftly 
leapt up and ran after the cheerleader, utilizing her Slayer-speed.

Running out of the alley, she sprinted towards Cordelia's car and was just in time... to see 
Cordelia flip her the bird as the cheerleader drove away.

Buffy couldn't help being somewhat impressed by the brunette's daring... there weren't a 
whole lot of people who would have the guts to insult an angry Slayer AND flip her off.

A feral smile appeared on the Slayer's face as she watched the "Queen C" mobile disappear in 
the distance. 'I guess Cordelia still needs to be taught a few lessons... which I'll be more then 
happy to teach her!' she silently considered. 'And perhaps while I'm providing Cordelia with 
some much needed discipline, I will have the opportunity to make some of the dreams I've 
been having come true. After all, she still owes me for saving her life... and letting me play 
with those nice big tits of hers, seems like a small price to pay.'

Feeling a lot more cheerful then she did twenty minutes ago, Buffy started walking home... 
whistling a jaunty tune while happily fantasizing about having her way with Cordy's gorgeous 
body.

Absentmindedly she decided that tomorrow was soon enough to tell Giles about the slime 
monster... after all, if she feels this good, what could possibly be wrong?


Chapter 2


Stepping from beneath the arch that marked the entrance to Sunnydale High, Cordelia Chase 
looked around: taking in the grounds of the Sunnydale High school like a queen inspecting 
her domain. Royally striding forwards she used a sharp look to send the nerds, geeks and 
other riffraff scurrying from her path (she didn't use her patented level 10 intensity look, of 
course; she only used that look on those she considered worthy of it). Occasionally a 
particularly brave (or ignorant) passer-by would be belatedly in clearing the path for her. That 
foolish person would then be send-off with the appropriate snide remark or nasty putdown.

With an indulgent smile, Cordelia accepted the awed and worshipful looks of the other 
students while making her way to the school building, softly humming Meredith Brooks' 
Bitch song as she walked along.

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

Then Cordelia-ing the chorus somewhat:

She's a bitch, He's a pover
I am rich... and I love it! 
Gwyneth is thin, but I'M better looking...

As she neared the school building (leaving several distraught students in her wake) Harmony, 
Aura and the others joined her... and together they entered the hallowed halls of Sunnydale 
High.

*****

"Hey, Cordy! Wait up!"

Turning her head slightly, Cordelia noticed Scott Pullman trying to catch up with her. 'How 
about that... If it isn't Scott "I can't date you because you dated Xander Harris" Pullman. I 
wonder what he wants now!'

"Hello, Cordelia!" he gave her an adoring look, reminding her of her pre-Xander days. 
Pretending she didn't hear him, she calmly continued her conversation with Aura.

"Uhm," he finally continued, puzzled by the brunette's lack of response. "I was wondering... 
if perhaps you wanted to go out tonight? Seeing that it's Friday and all?"

Pretending to suddenly notice him, she looked towards him and quickly recoiled. "Oh. My. 
God!"

"What?! What is it?" the boy loudly exclaimed while looking around him, trying to figure out 
what caused her strange reaction.

"Those bulgy 10-sizes-too-big jeans are SO incredibly out that it isn't even funny anymore! If 
you're going for this kind of fashion statement, then you may as well put on 10-sizes-too-big 
shoes, stick a tomato on your nose and change your name to Bozo!"

Several students who were listening in on their conversation laughed as Scott's face turned to 
the colour of a tomato. "I-I-I..." he stuttered, trying to come up with a biting comeback.

"Scoot, Scott!" the cheerleader called out, while making shooing motions with her hands and 
issuing the embarrassed teen a look of utter disgust. "Get away from me before my expensive 
designer outfit somehow gets infected by your second-hand Wal-Mart pants!"

'Another one bites the dust!' Cordelia thought satisfied while watching Scott scamper away 
like the stepped-on little bug that he is, looking several inches shorter than before.

Issuing her audience a regal look, Cordy haughtily turned around and resumed her way -- her 
flock trailing respectfully behind her.

*****

"Still, that *was* Scott Pullman," one of her sheep intoned. "He's kind of a hunk, isn't he?" 
The girl looked at her queen for confirmation.

"Yeah, and his father is a senior partner at a prestigious law firm!" another girl brought up.

"Screw Scott Pullman!" Queen C replied. "I could pick up better dates than him on a Sci-Fi 
convention."

"Ouch!" the girls exclaimed in unison

"You were pretty nasty, Cordy," Harmony said, admiration sounding in her voice. "Where do 
you come up with those remarks?"

"It's a gift," Cordelia dryly replied, gazing in the mirror as she perfected her make-up. "In 
every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the geeks, the Wal-Mart 
shoppers, and the forces of *extremely* lousy taste. She is... the Shopper! And in this 
generation, naturally, that girl could only be me."

Noticing that her friends were staring at her with slack jawed expressions on their faces (not 
that that look was so unusual for them), the cheerleader sighed in exasperation. "Well, Duh! 
I'm kidding here! You didn't think that such a tacky line could actually be for real, did you?" 

'Jeez! Oblivious much?!' Sighing again, she added a touch of eye shadow, and looked her 
reflection over in the mirror. "There! Absolute perfection!"

After having graciously accepted the admiring "oohs" and "ahhhs" from her friends, she 
strode out of the ladies room with the other girls following closely behind her.

As Cordelia and her groupies left, one of the stall doors opened and out stepped Buffy 
Summers. Quickly walking to the door, the blonde's eyes followed the group of girls, 
narrowing a bit as they focussed on the brunette cheerleader. The Slayer had heard Cordelia's 
little jibe about her calling and wasn't too pleased... 'What an incredible bitch,' Buffy 
thought angrily. 'I'm so gonna make you pay for that remark, Cordy.' Her eyes lowered to the 
May Queen's enticingly swaying behind. 'Nice ass though...'

*****

The blonde Slayer sighed miserably. No matter how much she tried to focus on Mrs. Walker's 
History lesson; her thoughts kept returning to a certain brunette cheerleader... 'Damnit! This 
is getting freakish!' Buffy silently ranted to herself; very disturbed with her growing 
obsession for Cordelia. 'And I'm talking Hellmouthy freakish... As if those sex-dreams 
weren't disturbing enough, I now have to constantly think about her?!'

"Buffy! Buffy Summers!!"

Shocked from her reverie, Buffy blinked in surprise as she suddenly found herself looking at a 
very annoyed Mrs. Walker.

"I'm sorry, Miss Summers," Mrs. Walker sarcastically inquired. "Did I wake you from your 
nap?"

"No! No, I was just... thinking," Buffy quickly replied, feeling herself flush as she heard her 
classmates giggle. 'Great! This will really help me get rid of my reputation as the school 
weirdo.'

"Very good, I'm glad to hear that." Smirking slightly, the history teacher continued, "In that 
case you are of course aware of the subject we just discussed... and will have no problem 
telling me the answer to this question: Which person's dawdling and obsession with her 
wardrobe has been rumoured to led to her capture and her subsequent beheading?"

"Uhm... Cordelia Chase?" The answer was out of her mouth before she could stop it. As 
laughter filled the classroom, Buffy put her hands in front of her face and groaned. 'This is 
going to be a very long day...'

*****

Buffy sighed in relief as she made her way to the library. It had been an extremely long day; 
she'd been almost unable to keep her mind off the cheerleader, and the resulting daydreaming 
and inattentiveness to her classes hadn't exactly endeared her with her teachers, who were 
already sceptical about her academic interest.

Nope, it hadn't been a good day... but at least she was done with school for today. That 
thought alone made her feel a whole lot better.

Pushing open the double doors, she entered the library and saw Xander, Willow and Oz sitting 
at the big table and Giles standing by a stack of books. Looking up, they smiled and called out 
greetings.

"Hey, Buffy!"

"Buffster!"

"Hello, Buffy."

"Hey guys!" she smiled back at them and took a seat in one of the remaining chairs. Letting 
out a blissful sigh as she comfortably leaned back.

"Rough day?" Willow smiled.

Making a sour face, Buffy replied, "Just a very long day, it seemed like it would never end."

"Hey! That's how I feel about every day of school," Xander remarked. "Just do what I do: 
empty your mind and wait for it all to be over."

"That would explain your grades," Giles absently noted.

"I'll stick with my theory that my low grades are a political thing," Xander protested. Turning 
his attention back to Buffy, he inquired, "So... anything new on the Slayer front?"

That question seemed to get Giles' interest and he momentarily drew his attention away from 
his books to focus on his Slayer. "Yes, how did last night's patrol go?"

Buffy crinkled her nose as she thought about yesterday's slayage and the slime bath she 
received. Then her thoughts focussed again on the beautiful brunette whose firm round butt 
she spanked, and her encounter with the green slime demon didn't seem that important 
anymore.

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?" she responded, lost in her thoughts about the cheerleader.

"Last night's patrol?" Giles reminded her.

"Oh, right! Well... the night started out pretty good with the slaying of six vamps... it sorta 
went downhill from there when I ran into this eight feet tall, green slimy demon."

"A new demon?" the watcher's interest was now fully aroused. "What did it look like 
exactly?"

"Uhm... Eight feet tall, green slimy demon describes it pretty well actually," Buffy recalled. 
"Not much else to say about it."

"I see..." Giles responded solemnly, obviously disappointed about this lack of detail. "And 
how did you fight it?"

"It was more like he fought me, instead of the other way around. For such a big thing, it was 
pretty damn quick... and packs one hell of a wallop!" the Slayer mesmerized. "If I hadn't 
been able to jam a stake in one of its eyes, things could have turned out very ugly... and that 
demon was plenty of ugly to begin with."

"But you are alright, Buffy?" Giles inquired, suddenly feeling a bit worried. "You seem a 
little... preoccupied."

"I'm okay, Giles... Not a scratch on me." Buffy told her watcher, giving him a reassuring 
smile. 'They don't need to know about the slime shower I got from that thing,' she decided. 'I 
could just imagine some of the jokes I would hear about that... Besides, if the slime had some 
sort of side effect then I would have noticed it by now.'

"And what happened to the demon?"

"Luckily it ran away in the end... that was one big baddie!"

"Speaking of big baddies," Xander put in his 2 cents. "Did you see the look on Cordelia's face 
when you made that crack about her in History class?" The young man's face seemed to light 
up as he recalled that moment. He just wished he had be the one to say it.

"Not to take away the importance of any funny comments made about Miss Chase," Giles 
interrupted. "But I think we should focus on this new demon right now."

Xander shrugged. "What about it, G-man? Nothing new there: we research new baddie, we 
find new baddie, Buffy slays new baddie, we party!"

"Yes... thanks for summing that up for us, Xander," Giles responded somewhat tiredly while 
cleaning his glasses. "I guess our work is practically done already."

"Exactly!" the young man shot the watcher a big toothy smile. "So back to the subject of 
Cordelia: anybody else noticed that she's been particularly bitchy the last week or so? I 
personally describe her increasing moodiness to a bad case of Xander deprivation..."

"I think you're on your own with that theory," Willow muttered as Xander went on another 
one of his Cordelia tirades: like what a humongous bitch she was to dump him on Valentine's 
Day. Try as she might, Willow just couldn't muster up a lot of sympathy for her friend's 
rough break-up. After all, Cordelia had been a humongous bitch to them long before Xander 
started dating her, but that didn't stop him when presented with the opportunity to feel up that 
hazel-eyed harpy in the broom closet. 'As treasurer and co-founder of the I-Hate-Cordelia-
Chase club, he should've known better.'

Buffy's thoughts were now once again focussed on Cordelia, and with a growing irritation she 
listened to Xander rant on about the cheerleader. He seemed a lot more interested in the May 
Queen now than when he actually went out with her. And frankly, it started to annoy her... 

Uncomfortably shifting on her chair, she decided that the only way to get the cheerleader out 
of her mind was to go and see her. Being a girl of action, she immediately leaped up from her 
chair and walked to the exit, drawing the attention of everyone in room, even from Xander 
who halted his "I hate Cordelia Chase" speech.

"Where are you going, Buffy?" Giles asked surprised. "We still need to discuss this newest 
demon." 

Buffy turned to face her watcher and shrugged, "I already told you what the newest baddie 
looks like - not much else to talk about, is there? Besides, it's not like we're busy talking 
about demons right now..."

"Well, actually," Xander quipped. "I think that Cordelia--"

"Oh, give it a rest, Xander," an annoyed Giles interrupted him. "We still could use your help 
identifying the demon during research, Buffy... Is there something else you need to do?"

'*Don't* say you're going to see Cordelia!'

"I'm going to see Cordelia."

'Oh, crap! Nice going, genius!'

"Why do you want to see Cordelia?" Willow asked surprised.

"I, uh, I want to apologize for that remark I made in class," Buffy quickly explained. 'Yeah, 
right... As if!'

"No! Don't do that," Xander practically begged.

"She's probably home by now, her last class ended like fifteen minutes ago," Willow noted, 
ignoring Xander's plea and checking her watch. "And with the way Cordelia drives, she 
probably entered the Chase Mansion eleven minutes ago."

"No, she always takes a long shower after P.E. to unwind," Xander suddenly mentioned, 
seemingly lost in thought. "A very long shower... Taking plenty of time to let the hot jets of 
water massage her tired, naked, sweaty, naked body... Making sure to clean every nook and 
cranny... every little bit of that gorgeous, naked-- Or so I've heard," he finished lamely, 
noticing the looks the others were giving him.

"Well, that was sort of disturbing," Oz broke the sudden silence.

"Yeah, I'll see if I can catch her before she goes home," Buffy absently replied while 
picturing a naked and wet Cordelia Chase. "Got to go, bye!"

The Scoobies watched amazed as the blonde Slayer practically ran from the library.

"What's up with her? I haven't seen someone so eager to see Cordelia, since..." Xander tried 
to come up with an appropriate comparison.

"Since you went out with her?" Oz deadpanned.

"Hey! I was never that eager to see Cordelia when I went out with her," Xander loudly 
objected.

*****

Cordelia sighed blissfully as streams of water caressed her naked body. It was a good thing 
that Physical Exercise is the last of her classes, because she loved ending her day with a long, 
hot shower. While her classmates usually took a quick shower at best - eager to get home - 
she really liked to take her time...

Twenty minutes later she stepped out of the shower and, grabbing a big white fluffy towel, 
started to dry herself off.

She felt glad that Harmony and the others hadn't stayed around to keep her company; there 
was a limit to the amount of time she could listen to them argue about which movie stars 
would make the cutest couple, and she felt that she reached that limit for today. Besides, she 
preferred to spend this time alone. It gave her the opportunity to reflect on things without the 
distraction of her cheerleader friends, the wannabe's, and the Scoobies with their creepy 
Hellmouth related stuff (which she just knew was going to give her some early wrinkles); not 
to mention the bottle-blonde little bitch who leaded that band of losers.

"Buffy!" the cheerleader exclaimed in shock as she removed the towel from her face and 
unexpectedly found herself face to face with the aforementioned bottle-blonde bitch.

"Hi, Cordy," Buffy calmly replied while taking in the cheerleader's naked, damp body with 
appreciative eyes.

Noting the other girl's blatant visual explorations of her naked form, Cordelia hastily wrapped 
the towel around her body, covering herself up. Quickly recovering from her shock, the young 
brunette crossed her arms in front of her chest and shot the blonde her patented level 10-
intensity glare. "What exactly is your problem, Buffy Summers?! Was that little exploration 
in the wonderful world of S&M from yesterday not enough? Now you have to start spying on 
me in the shower?! That's like totally--"

Cordelia abruptly stopped speaking, her mouth falling open in surprise as the other girl 
suddenly grabbed and yanked away her towel - leaving the cheerleader standing there 
completely naked.

"We never got to finish that little conversation from yesterday," Buffy said with a honey-
sweet voice, slowly advancing on the cheerleader. "If I remember correctly: you called me 
trailer-trash... and we sorta left it at that since you were in such a big hurry to leave."

"Now, Buffy..." Cordelia somewhat nervously replied as she backed away from the - now 
surely psychopathic - Slayer. "When I called you trailer-trash, I meant that in the most 
affectionate way possible."

Buffy shot the nervous brunette a wicked grin. Before the cheerleader knew it, she was 
dragged to a nearby bench and deposited across the Slayer's lap again.

"Since the lesson from yesterday obviously didn't sink in, I'll be happy to give you a little 
reminder, Cordy."

SMACKK!!!!

"Ouch!!"

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!!

"Goddamnit! Not again!"

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!

*****

Cordelia squirmed franticly on Buffy's lap as the Slayer smacked a steady beat on her bare 
buttocks. "Lemme go!! I'll sue you for every cent you've got, you perverse pygmy dominatrix 
wannabe!" the brunette screeched as she tried to wriggle out of the blonde's firm grasp.

Buffy's eyes widened at that insult and she brought her hand down harder and faster.

SMACCKK!!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!! 
SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! 
SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Cordelia cried out, feeling like Buffy's hand was making permanent 
imprints on her butt. "I apologize for all the insults I've said to you... ever!"

This seemed to satisfy the blonde, and after giving the cheerleader a couple of final spanks, 
she ended the spanking. While Cordelia remained lying across the Slayer's lap, trying to 
regain her composure, Buffy examined the cheerleader's glowing red buttocks. 'Ouch! I 
certainly did one hell of a job on her beautiful butt,' the blonde considered somewhat 
repentantly. Laying her hand back on the soft twin globes, she gently started stroking Cordy's 
well-punished behind...

For several minutes, the cheerleader laid silently across the Slayer's lap, her eyes closed and a 
relaxed expression on her face as she allowed her nemesis to rub her painful bottom... Then, 
as the brunette suddenly became aware of the awkwardness of her position, she opened her 
eyes and quickly climbed off of her classmate's lap.

Lightly blushing, she turned to face the amused blonde. "Okay, you've beat my behind purple 
AGAIN! So I suppose you're one happy little Slayer... Can I please get dressed now?"

A smirk formed on the Slayer's lips. "We still need to have a little talk about this morning; 
when you were in the ladies room with your fan club, making fun of my calling."

"Jeez! Can't you take a joke?!" the cheerleader exclaimed. "You have to admit that as callings 
go, yours sounds pretty lame: One girl to stand against the vampires, demons and the forces of 
Darkness... Gimme a break!"

'Oops! Wrong thing to say.' Cordelia considered as she saw Buffy narrow her eyes at her. 
'Damn! I always figured she was going to go mental one of these days... but why does she 
have to go mental with me?! In the shower no less?! Couldn't she be more like a normal 
person and start taking people out with a high-powered rifle from a bell tower? I just can't 
catch a break, can I?'

While these thoughts rushed through Cordy's mind, Buffy backed her up against a wall. The 
blonde Slayer planted her hands against the wall on either side of the naked cheerleader, 
effectively trapping the brunette. 

Closing her eyes, Cordelia braced herself for what was to come...

When a minute or so later nothing had happened yet, the cheerleader carefully opened her 
eyes a bit and peered through her eyelashes at the Slayer; surprised to see that the girl was just 
standing there, she opened her eyes all the way.

With her eyes fully open, she now noticed that Buffy's eyes were raking across her naked 
body: lingering on her full breasts... then down to her neatly trimmed pussy... and back again 
to her breasts. And unless she was very much mistaking: those probing eyes were filled with 
lust.

Following the blonde's gaze, Cordelia felt her face flush red as she discovered that her 
exposed nipples stood out fully erect.

Standing here totally naked and exposed, while her classmate studied her charms from up 
close, Cordelia sorta felt like she should cover herself up. With lack of a towel she should at 
least put a hand in front of her pussy and cover her breasts with her arm... She just couldn't 
get herself to move though...

When she finally got some control over her limbs again, she still couldn't bring herself to 
cover up. Instead she moved her legs further apart and started rubbing her sore behind. Her 
blush increasing as she noticed Buffy's gaze immediately focusing on her now more exposed 
pussy. The cheerleader felt a sort of perverse pleasure by exposing herself like this to the 
Slayer; she was proud of her body and it gave her a rush of power each time she managed to 
captivate someone with her beauty... and Buffy was certainly captivated! The Slayer licked 
her lips, practically salivating as she stared at the cheerleader's puffy slit.

Standing there quietly rubbing her behind, Cordelia managed to remain silent for almost an 
entire five minutes (a new personal record) before the long silence became uncomfortable and 
she felt like she had to say something. "You are probably gonna take this the wrong way 
again, Buffy... but I think that you've seen "Women in Prison" one too many times."

Her words seemed to shake the spellbound blonde awake. "I guess you still don't know when 
to keep your mouth shut, Cordy," Buffy replied, and planted her lips against Cordelia's - 
effectively silencing the dumbfounded brunette.

As Buffy's mouth connected with hers, it felt like an electrical current went through her body, 
making the cheerleader shudder in response. Her mind just seemed to stop working and 
unintentionally - almost automatically it seemed - her mouth opened, inviting the Slayer's soft 
tongue into her mouth... and before she knew it, Cordelia Chase was actively engaged in the 
longest, most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced.

For what seemed like an eternity their tongues caressed and dipped into each other's mouths 
as time appeared to freeze this moment.

Then suddenly the hot, moist mouth that seemed to be sealed to her lips was gone. The 
brunette cheerleader blinked in confusion as she looked around an empty locker room. No 
sign of Buffy anywhere.

It all seemed like a dream, if not for her swollen lips and sore behind. Mesmerized and 
shaking on her feet, Cordelia touched her lips. 'Mmmm... Definitely too many Women/Prison 
movies for her.'


Chapter 3


'I can't believe I kissed her!' was Buffy's first thought as she practically ran all the way 
home. 'I can't believe I didn't feel her up as well!' was her second. 'This would have been the 
perfect opportunity to find out how those perfect breasts would feel like in my hands.'

It bothered her all through dinner that she hadn't gone further with the beautiful brunette. 
Cordelia had been totally naked for God sakes! And it certainly seemed like the cheerleader 
enjoyed their kiss... 'I may never get an opportunity like that again!' she thought sullenly, as 
she moved her fork around in the casserole her mom had made. 'I literally had her in the palm 
of my hands...'

"Are you okay, honey?" Joyce asked her daughter for the fifth time that day. "You hardly 
touched your dinner."

"Hmm?" Buffy looked up from the plate of food she'd been staring at. "Oh yeah, I'm fine... 
Just a little tired I guess."

"Maybe you're coming down with the flu?" Giving her daughter a concerned look, Joyce 
lightly put her hand on Buffy's forehead and frowned, "Your temperature does seem higher 
then normal... perhaps I should make an appointment with your doctor?"

"That won't be necessary, mom," Buffy quickly replied. "I just need to catch up on some 
sleep... In fact, if you don't mind, I think I'll turn in right now," she added while getting up 
from her chair.

"Very well, sweetheart," Joyce responded. "But if you don't start feeling better in the next 
few days then I'm going to make a doctor's appointment for you."

Buffy shot her mom a smile and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "'Night, mom."

"Goodnight, Buffy," Joyce smiled back.

*****

Buffy let out another sigh as she twisted and turned in her bed, trying to find a comfortable 
enough position that would finally allow her to fall asleep. She'd been lying in her bed for 
hours now, but was still wide-awake. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Cordelia 
Chase out of her mind... she kept thinking about the cheerleader and the kiss they shared. 
Whenever Buffy closed her eyes, there she was again: the bitchy brunette cheerleader, totally 
naked and still damp from her recent shower... she could taste their kiss on her lips again and 
the way Cordy's hard nipples had felt as they were pressed against her body.

'Oh fuck, I'm never gonna fall asleep as long as that image keeps going through my head...' 
the blonde Slayer desperately considered. 'And I'll bet that if I manage to fall asleep; I'm just 
going to dream about her again.' Turning on her back, Buffy let out another deep sigh.

'Maybe a bit of Bronzing will take my mind off of her,' she finally decided when half an hour 
later she still wasn't asleep.

After making use of the bathroom, she quickly put on her clothes and sneaked out her 
bedroom window; not that it was very late or even a school night, but simply out of habit...

*****

Entering the Bronze, one of the first sights that greeted her, just happened to be the very same 
gorgeous cheerleader who haunted her dreams... and look: her crush (or perhaps obsession is 
a better word for it) had brought a date. And not just a date: Michael Faraday, Sunnydale 
High's Star Quarterback. 'I have to hand it to Cordelia: when she makes a comeback, she 
does it with a vengeance... The most popular guy in the entire school; every girl would love to 
go out with him and she managed to get him.' A stab of jealousy went through her as she 
watched the two of them slow dancing closely together. Disturbing enough, the jealousy she 
felt was directed at Michael for being with Cordy, not the other way around, which is how it 
should be...

'Yeah, this is really going to be helpful in getting my mind off of Cordelia,' the Slayer 
considered while picking out a spot where she could watch the cheerleader and her date more 
closely. 'Am I in desperate need of extensive therapy or what?! I should just go home, or 
maybe slay some vampires, anything but sit here obsessing about a girl I'm not even friendly 
with.' Despite all her good intentions, she settled down and watched the good-looking couple 
interact, using her Slayer-hearing to listen in on their conversation.

While getting sugared up on mochas, she watched and listened as the star quarterback put the 
moves on Cordy, growing more agitated by the minute.

Sullenly listening to their happy bantering, Buffy perked up when Cordelia told her date that 
she had to go powder her nose.

Hyper from her sugar rush, the tiny blonde quickly got up and followed the cheerleader into 
the ladies room.

*****

Flushing the toilet, Cordelia opened the stall-door and almost had a heart attack when she 
found herself face to face (again!) with Buffy Summers. "Jesus Christ!! You AGAIN?! What 
*is* your childhood trauma?!" she called out in shock.

Buffy just grinned and pushed her back into the stall, closing and locking the door behind 
them. 'Oh God! What does she want now?'

"Relax, Cordy," the blonde purred. "I just thought... that it would be nice to continue were we 
left off."

For a moment the cheerleader seemed speechless... but that was quickly overcome. "Excuse 
me? Reality check! I'm on a date here, get it? And not just any date, but a date with the 
biggest hottie in the entire school... and even if I were here alone, or with some loser - 
Xander springs to mind -, then I still wouldn't spend my time necking with you in ladies 
room... You must have me confused with Ellen, or some other lesbian icon." Having said 
this, Cordelia tried to move pass Buffy, but was quickly pushed back by the blonde.

Buffy narrowed her eyes and glared angrily at the cheerleader. "I'm gonna give you a choice, 
Cordy: I can either give you another spanking, right here and now, for that crack you made 
about my calling... OR you can let me play with those nice, big tits of yours and we'll call it 
even."

"So, what's it going to be?"

Cordelia gaped at the Slayer in shock... then bit her lip as she hurriedly checked all her 
available options. 'I could try to make a run for it, but she'd probably catch me in no time... 
And I certainly can't get spanked here! That's just what I would need right now: a bare-butt 
spanking in a public restroom by a crazed Slayer with lesbian tendencies...  That one is 
definitely in the Top Ten of Quickest Ways to Sink Your Reputation... Damnit! I don't really 
have much of a choice here...'

Making up her mind, she let out a long sigh, reached for the straps of her dress and pulled 
them down her shoulder. 'Only in this little shit-town on the Hellmouth do you experience this 
kind of freakish behaviour... Why couldn't daddy have bought a nice house in L.A. instead of 
in this vampire-invested-hole-in-the-ground-one-mall town?!'

Buffy smiled triumphantly as the cheerleader slowly pulled down her dress. The blonde's 
eyes widened a bit as Cordelia's bare breasts became visible. "Wow! No bra... Bold move, 
Cordy."

After hesitating for a moment, Cordelia pulled her dress down further until both her boobs 
were completely exposed to the blonde's lustful gaze.

For a couple of minutes long, the blonde Slayer did nothing except stare at the cheerleader's 
freshly exposed breasts... Buffy licked her suddenly dry lips when she noticed Cordelia's 
nipples stiffening. 'It's not very cold in here so that ain't it... Maybe Cordy isn't as reluctant 
in letting me play with her tits as she's pretending to be.' Grinning at the brunette, she 
beckoned her closer.

A blush covered Cordelia's cheeks as she saw the Slayer's knowing grin and pointed look at 
her erect nipples. This wasn't the first time her body reacted to the blonde, and she wasn't too 
pleased that it happened again. Somehow she felt more exposed standing here topless in the 
ladies room of the Bronze than she felt earlier this day, when she was standing totally naked 
in front of Buffy in the girls' shower room at Sunnydale High.

Letting out another sigh, the cheerleader took a few steps forwards until she stood between 
the Slayer's spread legs; her breasts only inches away from Buffy's face.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Buffy reached out and touched the two gravity-defying globes; 
gently squeezing the firm, yet supple flesh. She'd always been a bit envious of Cordelia's 
bigger breasts, and now she's finally holding the object(s) of her admiration in her hands... 
able to play with them all she wanted! 'Well, I'm not letting this opportunity go to waste.' 
Eagerly she started kneading and caressing the supple flesh, a slight smirk formed on her lips 
when she heard a soft moan coming from the cheerleader.

After a while, Buffy moved her hands to the centre of the May Queen's tits and began playing 
with those big, pointy nipples... She flicked both nubbins with her index fingers, grinning at 
the cheerleader's light shudder. Taking them between her thumb and index fingers, she started 
moving her fingers up and down the enlarged nipples, like she was trying to milk the big-
breasted brunette... Occasionally she gave the stiff nips a little pinch, eliciting a gasp from 
Cordelia's lips.

Even though no milk came out, Buffy played enthusiastically with the cheerleader's tits for 
five or six minutes, then she suddenly noticed that Cordy's legs were slightly shaking. Giving 
the brunette a bright smile, she put her hands on Cordelia's waist and pulled her closer.

"Sit down on my lap, Cordy." Buffy softly commanded. The cheerleader almost immediately 
obeyed and squatted down until she was seated on the blonde's lap.

Buffy smiled again. The bitchy brunette was getting a lot less defiant... And with the 
cheerleader being taller then herself and sitting on her lap, Cordy's breasts were now perfectly 
positioned right in front of her face... She could even use her mouth on them if she wanted! 
Which actually sounds like a pretty good idea... Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue 
and gave each breast a couple of licks. Liking her idea more and more, the Slayer proceeded 
to give the cheerleader's tits an extensive tongue-bath...

Moving her tongue across every inch of those juicy jugs, Buffy finished up by licking circles 
around Cordelia's left nipple before taking the stiff nubbin into her mouth. After softly 
sucking on it for a minute, she repeated the process with the right nipple... and then back 
again to the left...

She switched back and forth between the two succulent tits, suckling and nibbling on each 
nipple 'till the brunette was moaning and shaking on her lap. The cheerleader was 
approaching a climax, just by having her titties sucked! Letting the nipple slip from her 
mouth, she raised her head and captured Cordelia's mouth, tonguing the surprised, but 
cooperative brunette...

"Mmmm, I love those big, juicy tits of yours, Cordy," she whispered in the cheerleader's ear, 
before returning her mouth to those beloved breasts.

Cordelia could hardly believe it! Here she was in the ladies room of the Bronze, in a toilet-
stall, sitting topless on the lap of her classmate and adversary: the illustrious, Miss holier-
than-thou, Buffy Summers. And as if that wasn't crazy enough... the current favourite in the 
"Bitchiest Slayer EVER" competition was sucking on her teats! And doing such a good job 
that she was about ready to cum!

"Oh Fuck, I'm cumming!!" Cordelia panted as she reached her climax. "Ohhh-h-h-hhh 
Buffy!! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHH!!!!" Her head slumped down on Buffy's soft hair, and she 
held the blonde tightly as one of the most intense orgasms she ever experienced shook 
through her body.

Confused and embarrassed, Cordelia raised her head a minute later and sat back a bit. "I-I 
have to go now," the cheerleader stammered as Buffy continued to suckle on her stiff, 
sensitive nipples. "M-my date is w-waiting for me... If-if I'm not back soon he's gonna think 
I ditched him."

Somewhat reluctantly, the Slayer let the taut nipple slip from her mouth and raised her head; 
looking up at Cordelia with a smug little smile on her lips. "Fine, I'll let you go," Buffy 
replied after some thought. "Under one condition," she quickly added.

The cheerleader's face fell at hearing those three unsettling words. "Which would be?" she 
inquired reluctantly.

"I want you to jump up and down and jiggle those big tits for me," the Slayer grinned.

Cordelia's mouth fell open and automatically she looked down at her breasts, which were 
glistening with the Slayer's saliva, and then back at the blonde.

"Come on, Cordy..." Buffy's grin grew bigger. "Make those titties dance for me... after that 
you can go back to your date."

Red-faced and humiliated, Cordelia moved from the blonde's lap, took a step backwards, then 
started lightly jumping up and down; making her big breasts bounce and jiggle for the 
Slayer's amusement...

Buffy watched enthralled as the cheerleader's twin globes swayed enticingly back and forth 
with each bounce she made. "That's it! Shake those huge hooters!" she encouraged the busty 
brunette, furthering the cheerleader's humiliation. "And show me one of those big smiles 
while you're at it," Buffy added. "Like the one you give your audience during cheerleading."

With some effort, Cordelia managed to give Buffy a bright smile while swinging her tits 
practically in the blonde's face. 'God! This must be one of the most humiliating experiences in 
my entire life,' Cordy considered shamefully as she glanced down at her wildly bouncing 
boobs.

"Happy now?" the pissed-off brunette inquired after a minute or so of bouncing around.

Buffy nodded and smiled. "Thanks for the show, Cordelia."

"Fuck y--" Seeing a wicked smile appear on the blonde's face, Cordy quickly swallowed her 
angry words. "Don't mention it," she said instead.

Hastily the cheerleader cleaned herself up a bit. Then, pulling her dress back up, she 
straightened her clothes and opened the stall-door. Turning around, she shot Buffy a pointed 
look. "Really don't mention it! Not to anyone, I don't want to be branded a lesbo."

The blonde slayer just grinned. "Have fun on your date, Cordy."

"Yeah, right..." Buffy could hear the brunette mumble as she walked out the ladies room.

*****

After playing around with Cordy, Buffy felt totally energized and decided to do some slaying.

The Slayer went directly to Restfield Cemetery, which is the biggest cemetery in town. She 
could always count on finding a couple of vamps for her to slay here... and this night wasn't 
any different; 5 vampires surrounded her the moment she went through the cemetery gates. 

With a quick movement, Buffy grabbed two stakes from her pockets and twirled them around 
while issuing the vamps a big smile. "Come and get it, boys."

The vampires looked at each other for a moment then stormed in mass towards the Slayer. 
With practiced ease, Buffy staked the first two who reached her... then, doing a quick back 
flip, kicked the next two vamps under their chins with her boots... Landing back on her feet, 
she shot the remaining vamp a nasty grin.

Looking around, the vampire noticed he was the only one of his little band who was still 
standing and took stock of his situation. 'Oh shit! I'm fucked now.'

That proved to be a pretty accurate assessment. Buffy closed in fast on the only remaining 
upright undead and floored him with two quick kicks and an uppercut, then went in for the 
kill... No stake ready, no problem! Reaching out, she grabbed the vamp's head and with a 
quick twist broke its neck, making the creature explode into a cloud of dust.

Seconds later, the two dazed vampires were back on their feet and stormed towards her from 
opposite directions... As they jumped at her, she quickly ducked and bashed their heads 
together. The two vamps lay once again dazed on the ground. Grabbing one of them, she 
lifted the unlucky undead high above her head and threw him with devastating force against 
the wall of a nearby crypt - breaking most of the bones in his body.

"I'd like to see Xena try that!" she proudly exclaimed.

Quickly moving to the other vamp who was trying to stumble away, she got out another stake 
and with one swift movement, ended its undead existence. Then, walking back to the last - 
barely moving - vamp, she helped him out of his misery.

'Five vamps dusted in under two minutes! This must be a new record!' Buffy happily 
considered, a bit surprised herself about the quick, easy kills.

She was about to search for vamps elsewhere, when she suddenly felt the presence of another 
vampire nearby... Hiding there by the Von Halstadts crypt.

"Hiya, Buff!" a cheery, familiar voice called out from the shadows. "Working off your sexual 
frustrations by beating up some unsuspecting fledglings?"

"Hello, Angel," she calmly replied as a smirking Angelus stepped out from the crypt's 
shadow. "Wearing those leather pants again I see... Is this a new image change or were you 
always a closet leather-boy?"

"Now, now, lover," Angelus' smirk grew bigger. "Just admit it: you love the leather pants."

Taking in the cocky vampire that carried her ex-boyfriend's face, Buffy suddenly noticed that 
she didn't feel the same pang of pain & loss that she normally felt when running into Angelus. 
In fact, ever since feeling Cordelia up, she felt positively cheerful and upbeat... she hasn't felt 
like this since... well, forever!

"They're okay, Angel... but you really should consider owning more than one outfit."

The vampire's eyes narrowed a bit, and he stalked closer to the Slayer. 'Something doesn't 
feel right... Buffy doesn't seem the same depressed, mopey girl, I've come to love... to 
torment.'

"What's up with you, Buff? Been digging into your mommy's Prozac prescription again? You 
really should stop confusing those things with M&M's."

"Oh Angel... Still making up for your inadequacies in bed with lame-assed jokes I see." 
Buffy gave the vampire an understanding look and a sympathetic smile. "Well, you don't 
have to worry about it anymore! This is the 20th century and they have pills for your condition 
now - not Prozac but Viagra," she clarified.

Even without Slayer-hearing, Buffy could hear Angelus grinding his teeth. She shot the 
vampire a sweet smile and continued, "However, my new found happiness is not drug 
induced... It's just that now I'm not dating you anymore, I've moved onto better things: 
someone better looking, and certainly a better dresser."

Angelus' eyes flashed yellow. "You're lying," he growled. "There's no way you'd get over 
me that easily!"

"You may be a legend in your own mind," Buffy grinned; enjoying that for a change she was 
leading in their verbal sparring match. "But let me tell ya: you still have a lot to learn about 
girls... Like finding their G-spot," she added as an afterthought.

Then the fight was on... With a roar, Angelus launched a spinning kick at Buffy's head. 
Quickly ducking, the Slayer responded with a hard punch in the vampire's stomach... 
Grunting loudly, the dark-haired vamp fell back and landed on the ground. Buffy immediately 
pressed her advantage and jumped at the vampire with Mr. Pointy ready in her hand. 
However, Angelus anticipated her move and drew back his knees, kicking the Slayer hard in 
the stomach as she tried to stake him. 

The vampire swiftly jumped back to his feet and glared at his blonde nemesis. Something was 
very wrong... Buffy was playing for keeps now. Instead of trying to disable him, like she 
usually did, she was seriously trying to slay him... Her weird cheerful behaviour, her 
supposedly new boyfriend and her newfound will to kill him... all totally out of character for 
Buffy. Something had changed her and he was going to find out what!

Noticing that Buffy was back to her feet and about to attack him again, he turned around and 
swiftly disappeared into the shadows.

"Hey!! Come back here!" Buffy called after him. "We're not finished yet!"

She tried to follow him but soon lost his track.

"Lame-assed, cowardly, needle-dick vamp!" the blonde muttered angrily as she finally gave 
up the chase. She was still full of energy but there was no Angelus she could beat up, or any 
other vampires to slay... Looking around, trying to figure out what to do next, she noticed 
that she somehow had turned up in Cordelia's neighbourhood. Thinking about the cheerleader 
immediately made her juices flow and think of other ways to spend her excess energy besides 
fighting... 

'I wonder if Cordy is back from her date yet,' the Slayer pondered. 'It must be lonely, living 
all alone in that big house, with her parents away on travels most of the time. I'll bet she'd be 
mighty grateful for some company...' 

After taking a moment to consider exactly *how* grateful Cordelia might be, Buffy quickly 
made up her mind. 'Mmmm, yes, I think a little visit to the Chase Mansion is in order.'


Chapter 4


Standing in front of the gates that marked the Chase's property, Buffy did a quick look around 
to check for any onlookers. Satisfied that she was alone, she checked to see if there were any 
security cameras or alarms guarding the property.

Finding no cameras or visible alarms, she waited a moment until she was sure that there was 
no one nearby then walked back a few paces and ran towards the gate.

Jumping up, she flipped right over it and landed on her hands and feet. Buffy remained 
crouched and listened closely to see if she hadn't tripped some sort of alarm... Hearing 
nothing, she quickly sneaked towards the house and started taking a quick survey of the place. 
She knew that Cordy's parental units were away, but they probably have a live-in maid...

Considering her options, Buffy finally shrugged. 'The house seems pretty quiet to me... 
Besides, it's a big house and I doubt the maid's room is anywhere near Cordelia's. It's 
probably also well isolated, which means my chances are good that Cordy and I won't be 
disturbed... even if she gets a little loud.' A wicked smile formed on her lips as she thought 
about some of the naughty things she had planned for the cheerleader that would make Cordy 
very vocal...

Shaking herself from her pleasant daydream, the Slayer started looking for a way in.

'There! An open window...' Using the vines that were growing against the wall, Buffy easily 
climbed up. It took her only a few seconds before she climbed through the open window and 
entered the Chase Mansion.

Looking around in the bedroom she just entered, Buffy was surprised to find out that through 
some rare stroke of luck she managed to end up right away in Cordelia's room.

'Excellent! This saves me the trouble of having to look around the entire house and possibly 
startling the maid,' she happily considered.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the big, canopy bed that dominated the room. Kicking 
off her shoes, Buffy leaped onto the King, or in this case: Queen-sized bed and jumped up and 
down a couple of times before letting herself fall back; noting with satisfaction the firmness of 
the mattress. 'That will come in handy tonight!'

'Now what would any normal Sunnydale High Student do, when somehow ending up in Queen 
C's bedroom?' Buffy pondered as she looked around the room. 'I know: check out her 
legendary wardrobe!'

With a big smile on her face, she scanned the room in search of the place where Cordelia kept 
her much renowned attire.

Walking to one of the three doors in the room, she opened it and stepped into the 
cheerleader's luxurious bathroom. Checking the second door, she noticed that it lead to the 
hallway.

'And behind door number three we have...' The moment she opened the third door, Buffy's 
mouth fell open as well.

'Wow! Her closet is at least twice the size of my room,' she thought amazed, as she looked 
into Sunnydale's holy of holiest: Cordelia Chase's walk-in wardrobe.

Buffy checked out the seemingly endless store of clothing until her Slayer-hearing picked up 
on the faint noise of footsteps coming closer. Quickly closing the closet door, she silently 
waited for Queen C to grace her with her presence.

*****

Cordelia let out a little yawn as she entered her room. Giving her bed a dreamy look, she 
started taking off her clothes while replaying her date in her mind.

Luckily Michael seemed to buy her quickly made-up excuse that she took so long in the ladies 
room because she was helping out some poor girl who is going through tremendous emotional 
problems. 'Hmmm, actually that was pretty much what really happened.' 

So despite Buffy's interference, it turned out to be a great date after all. Which proofed that 
after her loser period (which is how she affectionally nicknamed her time with Xander and the 
Scooby gang): Cordelia Chase is finally back!

'Now if I can just get that blonde bitca of my butt-- ehm, back then my life will be as close to 
perfection as it can get in this hellhole of a town.'

After putting on her favourite nighty, she went to the walk-in closet to pick out her outfit for 
the next day -- a little ritual she always enjoys doing before going to bed.

Opening the closet door, she suddenly found herself staring straight into Buffy's eyes.

"Surprise!" Buffy called out while issuing the brunette a bright smile.

Cordelia didn't respond and just stared at the other girl... 'The most surprising element of this 
situation is not that that nut-job is hanging out in my closet,' the cheerleader silently 
considered. 'But that I'm actually not MORE surprised that she's in my closet.'

"You okay, Cordy?" Buffy inquired somewhat concerned, after their starring match had 
continued for a minute or so. "You seem kinda quiet; it's so unlike you."

"Just reminiscing about the good old days," the May Queen acidly replied. "When you could 
open your closet with the comforting knowledge that if anyone was hiding in your closet: it 
couldn't be anything worse than an axe-wielding maniac."

Buffy snickered. "You're a real laugh riot, Cordelia."

The cheerleader responded with a smirk. "Anyway... Listen Buff, hon. I think it's about time 
we had a little girl-to-girl talk - and I mean that in a definite non-lesbian way."

"Let's see..." the brunette pondered. "How do I put this to you delicately, but still in a way 
you can understand?"

Buffy mentally rolled her eyes but waited for the cheerleader to continue. 

"It's great that you wanna get out of the closet, Buffy... Really, it is!" Cordelia said, giving 
the amused blonde an encouraging smile. "See! I'm all: Yay! Go, gay-pride! And I'm sure 
that a... good-looking girl like you will have no problem finding tons of girls -- taking into 
consideration, of course, that along with your newfound gay status came also a better dress-
sense. But even if that isn't the case then there will still be one or two, maybe even three girls 
in Sunnydale High who would be happy to go out of the closet with you, or into a closet, and 
do all kinds of naughty/naked/lesbian things with you... My point however is:"

When it seemed that Cordelia was finally about to make her point, Buffy stopped her 
continued inspection of Cordelia's many outfits and gave the cheerleader her undivided 
attention again.

"I am very not gay! Definitely, Totally, not into the whole lesbian thing... So could you 
please go somewhere else, and with someone else out of the closet?"

The Slayer just smiled and started playing with the ribbons that held Cordy's flimsy nighty 
together.

Those hungry looks that Buffy's giving her scantly clad form were really freaking her out! 
Cordelia looked down at the blonde's hand (which was now practically in her cleavage) and 
nervously bit her lip. "You promised that if I let you play with my tits we would be even," she 
reminded the Slayer. "Well you played with my tits, so we're even now!"

"There's the door: don't let it hit you in the ass on your way home." Seeing a very unnerving 
smile appear on Buffy's face, she continued a bit uncertainly, "Or, if you'd like something to 
drink before you leave, that's okay too... Might I suggest something decaf and sugarfree?"

"Not so fast, Cordy," Buffy told the cheerleader. "We might be even for the many insults you 
made at my expense, but you still owe me big time for saving your life several times!"

"And you'll have to agree that letting me play with that cute little pussy you have there," the 
Slayer's hand skipped down to the cheerleader's panty-clad crotch. "Is a small prize to pay for 
saving your life..."

Cordelia shuddered slightly as she felt the blonde's fingers tickle her slit. "So let me get this 
straight - a word which, by the way, obviously doesn't apply to you - if I let you diddle my 
slit, I'll have paid you for saving my life?"

"Mmmm, more like given me a down payment," Buffy absently answered, enamoured by 
how sexy the tall buxom brunette looked in that skimpy nighty.

"Oh, well, in that case... FORGET IT!!" Cordelia called out while giving the surprised Slayer 
a quick push, making the blonde fall back in the closet. Throwing the door shut, the 
cheerleader made a run for it... She pulled open the door to the hallway, and ran towards the 
stairs. 'Now if I can just make it down the stairs, out the house and to my car, then I'm home 
free!'

She made it about halfway down the stairs before Buffy caught up with her and carried her 
back to her room.

"Naughty, naughty..." Buffy playfully admonished the cheerleader. "That's no way to treat 
your guests." Carrying the wildly kicking brunette over to the bed, she sat down and 
proceeded to strip Cordelia completely naked... Once that goal was achieved, she draped the 
struggling cheerleader across her lap and started to spank her.  

*****

SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! 
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! 
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!

Cordelia quickly discovered that this spanking was different from the ones before; even 
though it stung quite a bit, it was much less painful... And, as the spanking progressed, Buffy 
occasionally rested a hand on her sore buttocks, rubbing them a bit before smacking her butt 
again. She would never admit it - certainly not to that little blonde bitch - but there was 
something about this situation that she found strangely arousing. Lying naked across a girl's 
lap, totally at her mercy, getting a bare-bottomed spanking... and the fact that Buffy is 
(admittingly) a very good-looking girl made it even harder to push down her growing arousal.

'Oh My God!! Buffy's weirdness is obviously rubbing off on me, if I get aroused by this!'

Picturing how she must look: draped naked across Buffy's lap, with her pink butt high in the 
air while the Slayer spanked her, Cordelia felt her nipples stiffen... and as the spanking 
progressed she felt her juices starting to flow as well. Squirming on the blonde's lap, the 
cheerleader rubbed her thighs together as she tried to hide her growing arousal from the other 
girl. It was embarrassing enough getting spanked by Buffy, without her knowing that she was 
getting aroused by it.

*****

A smile appeared on Buffy's lips as she sensed the cheerleader's growing arousal. 'Mmmm, 
it's good to have Slayer-senses!' Slowing down the spanking, she began rubbing the 
brunette's behind between spanks. 'Let's see how horny I can get you, Cordy...'

Feeling the cheerleader squirming on her lap and noticing Cordy's dripping slit; she sensed 
that Cordelia was ready for her next move. Slowly, almost casually, Buffy slid her left hand 
down Cordy's firm tummy... moving it bit by bit towards the cheerleader's hot V.

The brunette gasped loudly as Buffy's hand reached its target. Cordelia seemed about to say 
something, but as the words started to leave her mouth, Buffy flicked the cheerleader's 
swollen clit, and only a loud moan came out instead.

Encouraged by her moans and lack of protest, Buffy stroked her fingers across Cordelia's 
slit... occasionally moving her hand up and teasing the cheerleader's enlarged clit.

*****

Cordelia was momentarily frozen when she suddenly felt Buffy's hand touch her pussy, she 
was about to let out a long string of obscenities directed at the Slayer when the blonde started 
playing dirty and flicked her clit; making all thoughts flee her mind as a surge of lust shot 
from her clit to her mind like a bold of lightning.

'I'm not getting aroused by Buffy's fondling. I am NOT getting aroused by Buffy's fondling!' 
the cheerleader silently chanted, as she felt her pussy getting wetter by the second.

'Damnit! This just isn't fair,' the cheerleader contemplated while Buffy played with her 
pussy. 'I'm so not gay! Everyone knows I'm into guys: tall, muscular, hunky guys... So why 
the hell is that blonde diddling my slit turning me on so much?!'

'Okay, let's try this again: I'm not getting arous--' "OH FUCK!!" Cordelia exclaimed loudly, 
her eyes shooting open as Buffy unexpectedly inserted two fingers inside her virgin hole.

Then all thoughts were gone; her doubts didn't seem that important anymore as Buffy thrust 
her fingers in and out, and began finger-fucking her pussy.

The cheerleader started panting as Buffy smoothly drove her digits inside her dripping hole.

Feeling that she should at least utter some kind of protest, Cordelia managed to get out 
between pants; "What the <pant> Hell, do you <pant> think you're doing, <pant> psycho-
girl?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing, Cordy?" was the Slayer's amused reply.

Not able to think of a smart comeback at this time, Cordelia just relaxed instead and 
surrendered for the moment to the blonde's skilful fingers.

*****

"Why Cordy," Buffy breathed into the cheerleader's ear. "Your little pussy is all hot and 
moist... could it be that you're not as adverse to the "whole lesbian thing" as you pretend to 
be?"

"I-I..." the brunette stammered. "I was just thinking about Brad Pitt, another bottle-blonde 
according to Showbizz Today."

Buffy snickered at the cheerleader's quick comeback.  "Ohhhh, so I have nothing to do with 
your arousal?" The blonde slayer teasingly inquired while moving her fingers in and out 
Cordelia's hot little slit and using her other hand to squeeze and fondle the cheerleader's 
softly swaying breasts.

Cordelia moaned softly as Buffy's strong hands kneaded her globes and fingered her twat; 
cursing her body for responding so blatantly to the blonde's fondling.

*****

"Mmmm, your little pussy is so wet, Cordy," Buffy whispered in the Cordelia's ear; the 
Slayer's husky tone made a shudder of lust go through the cheerleader's body. "And so 
incredible tight; I would almost think that you're still--" Buffy's words abruptly halted as her 
fingers encountered a thin, but unmistakable barrier. "You ARE still a virgin!" The blonde 
excitedly exclaimed.

"So <pant> what if I am," the brunette replied somewhat defensively.

"Oh... nothing. It's just a surprise - a very nice surprise," Buffy added, sounding very pleased 
with her discovery. 

Then for a while, nothing was said and the room was quiet, expect for the occasional grunts 
and groans coming from Cordelia and the sopping noises of Buffy's fingers thrusting in the 
cheerleader's wet cunt.

*****

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!!"

With growing delight, Buffy listened as Cordelia grew increasingly more vocal and aroused. 
Closing in on her orgasm, the brunette started pushing back her little ass each time she thrust 
her fingers inside Cordy's hot hole.

"Yes! Yes! YES! YES!" the cheerleader now openly called out.

"That's it, Cordy!" Buffy cheered the brunette on. "Move that ass! Fuck my fingers! You like 
my fingers inside you... You love me finger-fucking that hot little cunt of yours, don't ya?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh!! Ungh! OH!!!" the brunette groaned.

"Tell me, Cordelia! Tell me how much you love it!" Buffy growled in the cheerleader's ear. 
"Tell me or I'll stop!"

"Ohhhhhhhh! Mmmmmm!! ... Nooooooo!" Cordelia called out as Buffy's fingers suddenly 
stopped moving.

"Tell me how much you enjoy being fingered by me," the blonde repeated. "I want to hear 
you say it: in detail!"

"Ohhhhh, I-I l-love... your fingers... inside of m-me," the cheerleader stammered out, 
blushing hotly.

"Doing what?" Buffy prodded the embarrassed brunette, moving her thumb across Cordy's 
swollen clit as a bit of extra encouragement.

"F-f-fucking m-me," Cordelia groaned out. "Finger f-fucking my h-hot little c-cunt."

"That's a good girl," the Slayer grinned. "Here is your reward." With some difficulty, Buffy 
pushed an extra finger inside the cheerleader's tight twat and started fucking her in earnest, 
rubbing Cordy's stiff clit while moving her fingers swiftly in and out...

"Oh God! Oh GOD!!" the brunette cried out, "YES!! OH YES!!! OH FUCK!! I'M 
CUMMINNGGG!!!" she bucked wildly on the blonde's lap as an explosive orgasm rushed 
through her.

Buffy tenderly stroked Cordelia's hair as the cheerleader laid shuddering and spent across her 
lap while her other hand remained busy between Cordy's legs, drawing out the brunette's 
orgasm...

"Ohhhhhh Buffy... Oh Buffyyyy," the cheerleader softly moaned.

"Oh yeah..." the Slayer drawled, while stroking the cheerleader's sensitive slit. "You 
definitely like me playing with your pussy."

"Ohhhhhhhh!!" was the only thing the brunette seemed able to reply.

Grinning wickedly, Buffy removed her hand and gave Cordelia a quick slap on her little pink 
fanny.

SMACK!!!

"Ouch!!" That seemed to shake the cheerleader awake.

Cordelia looked back indignantly at the blonde Slayer. "What was that for?"

Buffy just grinned in reply and lifted the cheerleader from her lap, sitting her down on the 
bed. "I want you to lie on your back and pull back your knees, so I'll have full access to your 
snatch."

Cordelia's blush returned with a vengeance, but she didn't object and swiftly obeyed the 
blonde's command... Lying back, she pulled her knees to her head and spread herself as 
widely as she could; her blush increasing as she noticed how open and exposed that left her.

Through lust-filled eyes, Buffy stared at the cheerleader's wide-open cunt for a full minute... 
Then she positioned herself between Cordy's legs and lowered her head to that scrumptious 
looking pussy.

Cordelia's mouth formed a silent O as she felt the Slayer going down on her.

Buffy lapped hungrily at the juices from Cordy's orgasm, which were still dripping from the 
cheerleader's slit, making sure not to let a single drop of the brunette's nectar get away.

After lapping up every single drop of girl-cum, Buffy looked up, her face glistening with the 
cheerleader's juices. "Mmmm, your pussy tastes delicious, Cordy!" she happily informed the 
brunette. Sticking a finger inside Cordy's slot, she moved it around and then held it in front 
the May Queen's mouth. "Here! Taste for yourself."

Cordelia stared at the glistening finger that the Slayer - without much preamble - just shoved 
right under her nose... Deciding that the best way to avoid another butt blistering was to obey 
the blonde in anything (no matter how demented or perverted her requests may be), she 
opened her mouth and sucked the finger dry of her juices... Once she completed her task, she 
issued the slayer a questioning look; Buffy shot back a smile and a wink before returning her 
head between the cheerleader's legs.

While Buffy's earlier efforts were mostly directed at lapping up the brunette's spilled juices, 
she now concentrated directly on the source: Cordy's open, glistening cunt. The May Queen's 
sense of style and propriety was apparent even when she's completely naked: Cordy's pussy 
hair was trimmed into a perfect reverse triangle... and underneath that was the cheerleader's 
perfect little slit! Eagerly, she pulled the swollen labia-lips further apart and examined the 
cheerleader's little treasure from up close. Totally engrossed, Buffy stared into the tight pink 
hole... then carefully stuck a finger deep inside the brunette's hot, tight tunnel.

A small gasp escaped Cordelia's lips as the blonde stuck a finger deep inside her and probed 
around in her virgin hole. It seemed like Buffy wanted to feel and explore every inch of her 
pussy...

The Slayer moved her finger around in the tight tunnel, then pushed in deeper until she 
encountered Cordy's hymen. After feeling and probing the thin barrier, she pulled her finger 
out and shifted her attention to the cheerleader's engorged clit that peeked out from 
underneath its hood. 

"Ahhhhh, it's so cute!" Buffy cooed softly as she grabbed the little nubbin between her thumb 
and index finger and started playing with the tiny bundle of nerves.

Cordelia almost made a backwards somersault when Buffy pinched and tugged at her 
sensitive clitoris. "GODDDDD!!!!" she cried out as a combination of pain and pleasure shot 
through her body.

Wide-eyed she stared between her legs at the Slayer, who gave her a sheepish smile.

"Sorry," Buffy said before returning her attention to the cheerleader's slit.

*****

Cordelia could see her alarm clock from where she was lying, so could say with absolute 
certainty that Buffy had just spend an entire hour studying and exploring her cunt - inside and 
out - keeping her the entire time at the brink of orgasm!

Finally she couldn't take it anymore and began begging the Slayer for some release. "Damnit, 
Buffy!! Don't be such a bitch and let me cum, you little clit-tease!"

The Slayer smirked at the cheerleader's feeble attempt at begging. 'Cordelia is the only 
person I know who can make begging sound like an insult...' However, she decided to take 
some pity on the horny brunette, and grant her the release she so desperately needed.

Sticking out her tongue, Buffy gently caressed the cheerleader's swollen slit, getting a happy 
little moan from Cordelia in response.

She slowly stroked her tongue back and forth across Cordy's pussy: swiping it across her 
folds and dipping between the inner lips, meanwhile hungrily lapping up every drop of honey 
that dripped from the cheerleader's pussy. The Slayer moved her mouth up and took 
Cordelia's thick clit between her lips, hungrily sucking and nibbling on it for a couple of 
seconds before moving back to the cheerleader's slit.

"Mmmmmm! Oh yeah... that's the stuff! Lick my pussy, Buffy! Tongue-fuck my little slit!" 
the cheerleader happily crooned.

With steadily increasing speed, Buffy's tongue flicked across the brunette's swollen lips and 
probed inside her sopping slit... As her tongue moved faster and faster, the cheerleader went 
crazy with lust, bucking and shaking so wildly on the bed that it almost seemed like the 
brunette was in dire need of an exorcist.

"Ohhhh! Oh! Oh! OH YES!! OHHH!!! YESSSSS!!!!" Cordelia cried out in ecstasy. "I'm 
cumminggggg!!! I'm fucking CUMMINGGGG!!!!!" with a loud cry, she drenched the 
blonde's face with her juices.

Buffy took the shaking brunette's clit in her mouth and sucked hard!

"Ohhhh fuckkkk!!!" the cheerleader groaned, as an explosion of pain and pleasure made her 
loose consciousness.

*****

As Cordelia came out of her post-orgasm blackout, she discovered Buffy lying beside her, 
playing with her tits... and the Slayer was totally naked! 'When did this happen?' the brunette 
thought confused while staring at the blonde's beautiful body. Automatically, her eyes started 
moving across Buffy's naked form, taking in the young woman's fit physique... her eyes 
widening a bit when she focused on the Slayer's slit and noticed that Buffy was completely 
bald down there. 'I'll bet she did that just to prevent people from finding out if she's a real 
blonde or not,' the cheerleader cynically speculated.

Looking up, Cordy's face turned a bright red when she caught the Slayer's look and became 
aware that Buffy had caught her checking out the other girl's naked body.

"It's okay, Cordy," the Slayer smirked. "You are welcome to look," she added while 
sensually sliding her hands across her naked form. "In fact: you're welcome to do a lot more 
besides looking." Buffy finished, cupping her firm breasts and pinching her nipples as she 
said this.

Smiling reassuringly at the suddenly bashful brunette, Buffy gently grabbed Cordy's right 
hand and laid it on top of her abdomen.

Somewhat hesitantly, the brunette began to slide her hand across the Slayer's firm stomach, 
softly stroking the soft skin beneath her fingers... Her first experiences with touching another 
woman weren't disappointing... the unique texture of silk-like skin that covered the firm 
muscles underneath. 'It feels... kinda nice,' Cordelia decided.

Looking up, she noticed Buffy giving her an encouraging smile. Feeling braver, Cordelia 
slowly moved her hand up, until she was touching the blonde's firm, apple-sized breasts. 
Despite her initial hesitations about feeling up another girl, she did feel kinda curious... She 
sometimes wondered how it would be like to make it with another woman.

Cordy watched with interest as Buffy's small, pink nipples turned fully erect the moment her 
hand touched the Slayer's tits.

A heady rush of power and excitement went through her as she noticed the effect she was 
having on the other girl. She hadn't expected Buffy to become so obviously aroused, just by 
her touching the blonde's boobs.

A smile crept across the cheerleader's lips and she started to slide her hand across the Slayer's 
pink-tipped globes... Her smile grew bigger when she heard an excited moan coming from 
the blonde's lips.

She pushed herself up until she was sitting up straight, and then moved her other hand to the 
Slayer's tits: cupping both the firm, round globes... She jiggled them around for a bit, feeling 
their weight in her hands as she played with them.

'Very nice,' the brunette smiled to herself as she studied the blonde's breasts. 'Especially 
those perky pink nipples of hers...' she flicked her thumbs across the erect little nubbins, 
bringing forth another loud moan from the aroused Slayer. 'Mmmm, I guess her tits are as 
sensitive as mine judging from her moans...'

Taking each of the erect little knobs between her fingers, she started pinching and pulling on 
the cute pink nibs; making small surges of pain and pleasure shoot through the appreciative 
blonde's breasts.

"Mmm-Mmmm... Yesss!" Buffy groaned. "Play with my tits, Cordy... Ohhhh, yes! A little 
harder... Don't worry: I like it rough... YES!! Like that!"

With a big smile on her face, the cheerleader roughly pulled and twisted the blonde's stiff 
nipples... After all, if Buffy gets off on pain, then Cordelia was more then willing to help the 
blonde along.

'It's payback time for that little stunt she pulled in the Bronze!' With that thought in mind, she 
yanked hard on the Slayer's nipples; pulling them towards her until Buffy's stretched tits 
resembled a pair of ice-cream cones... Letting go, they jumped back to their original shape 
and she repeated the process over and over again.

"YES!! YESSS!!! That's it, Cordy!" Buffy cried out. "Twist my nipples! Torture my tits, you 
little bitch!"

Cordelia's eyes narrowed and she pulled even harder at the blonde's tits.

After letting Buffy's titties bounce back and forth for five minutes in a row, the brunette was 
ready for something else. Grabbing a breast with each hand, she roughly kneaded the firm 
globes. With a certain delight, she watched as the tit-flesh bulged between her squeezing 
fingers. Hanging out with Buffy definitely increased her kinkier side... Speaking of the 
blonde: judging from her red face and loud panting, Buffy's about to reach a climax.

'Let's see how hard I can make the blonde bitca cum!'

She let go of the Slayer's tits and gave them a couple of quick slaps, making each globe jiggle 
wildly and turn bright red.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

SMACK!! SMACK!!

SMACK!! SMACK!!

SMACK!! SMACK!!

Bending over, she took one of the stiff pink nipples in her mouth: sucking and nibbling hard 
on the rigid little button. She began switching back and forth between the Slayer's tits, using 
her hand to play with the nipple she wasn't sucking on.

"Yes! Yes! YES! YES! OHHH YESSS!!! MAKE ME CUM HARD!!!" Buffy yelled out as 
she reached her climax. 

Cordelia bit down on the Slayer's sensitive nipple in response, tugging at the little knob with 
her teeth.

"CORDYYYYY!!!!" Buffy bucked wildly on the bed as she finally climaxed.

The brunette watched with a strong sense of satisfaction as Buffy's powerful orgasm left the 
blonde gasping on the bed. 'Not bad for a first time,' she told herself.

*****

Once the rush of excitement went down, a wave of embarrassment hit the cheerleader. 'Oh 
Shit! What the Hell just happened here?! I can't believe some of the depraved things we 
did...' Cordelia thought in shame. 'Wait! Scratch that! I can't believe the depraved things *I* 
did; I have no trouble believing it from Buffy... Damnit! I always knew that that blonde 
menace over there would have a bad influence on me.'

Sitting up on the bed, Cordelia quickly pulled up a sheet to cover her nudity. Looking up, she 
noticed the Slayer watching her movements with interest.

As soon as their eyes crossed, Buffy smiled impishly at the suddenly shy brunette and 
beckoned her closer.

The cheerleader raised a questioning eyebrow at the blonde. "What? You got what you came 
for, so I'm assuming we're done here..."

Buffy shook her head and shot the apprehensive brunette a wicked smile. "Nope, first it's time 
for you to return the pussy-lickin' favour, Cordy... I'm really curious if that sharp tongue of 
yours is as good at eating pussy, as it is at dealing out jibes and insults."

"W-w-what?" Cordelia stammered. "But I just made you cum less then a minute ago! What's 
the matter with you?! Are you like insatiable or something?"

Instead of replying, Buffy pushed the brunette on her back and parked her butt over the 
stunned cheerleader's face. Positioning her slit above the girl's mouth; she impatiently waited 
for Cordelia to start using her much feared tongue...

Nothing happened however, and the Slayer grew more impatient by the second. "I'm waiting, 
Cordelia."

"And you can just keep on waiting," the cheerleader replied from underneath her. "Because 
I'm not licking your pussy, that's like... totally unhygienic!"

"You know... I saw this beautiful handcrafted, thick leather belt hanging in your closet, 
Cordy," Buffy casually remarked. "I'll bet that I could give your ass quite a workout with that 
heavy belt."

There was about a minute of silence, then the cheerleader let out a long, deep sigh. "You 
know... you really are a mega-bitch, Buffy Summers!" Cordelia called out exasperated.

Seconds later, the Slayer felt a soft tongue caress her slit... letting out a blissful little sigh, she 
spread her legs further apart, getting ready to enjoy the feel of the first oral sex she ever 
received. 'Mmmm, oh yeah... She just needs a little push now and then.'

With plenty of reluctance, Cordelia began licking the Slayer's cunt... Not really sure how to 
begin, she started stroking her tongue with broad swipes across the swollen labia-lips, lapping 
at the juices that dripped from the blonde's entrance.

The Slayer's snatch didn't actually taste that bad, the cheerleader grudgingly admitted to 
herself. She'd expected to encounter a sour taste, but Buffy's pussy actually tasted kinda 
sweet.

Gradually getting over her initial distaste of licking a girl's cunt, the brunette began using a 
little more finesse and started moving her tongue in little circles around and across the 
Slayer's hot centre.

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmm... That feels soooo nice," Buffy happily crooned. "Keep going, 
Cordy... Lick my cunt!"

The dark-haired cheerleader obediently skipped her tongue across the blonde's mons, dipping 
in between with the tip. Moving to the Buffy's puffy clit, she twirled around it and gave it a 
couple of quick flicks before moving back to the Slayer's swollen labia.

Reaching down, Buffy started playing with the brunette's big tits meanwhile enjoying the 
first-rate pussy licking the cheerleader was giving her. 'Ohhhh yes, this is fucking wonderful!' 
the Slayer said to herself. 'I would have made Cordelia give me head a long time ago if I'd 
known what I was missing...'

*****

Moving up and down, Buffy started to hump Cordelia's pretty face; growing increasingly 
aroused from the special tongue-lashing the cheerleader was giving her.

Cordelia used her fingers to spread open the blonde's folds and drilled her tongue deep inside 
Buffy's bald little slit.

"Yessssssss!!!" Buffy hissed loudly as Cordy's talented tongue probed her pussy and the 
brunette started twirling it around.

The cheerleader tongue-fucked the Slayer's slit hard and fast while using her fingers to tug 
and twist the blonde's clit.

Removing her mouth from the Slayer's soaked little snatch she replaced it with a couple of 
fingers, which she roughly shoved inside - bringing forth a loud cry of pleasure from the other 
girl's mouth.

Buffy was now clearly approaching another orgasm and while she finger fucked the panting 
blonde, Cordelia focussed her oral efforts solely on the blonde's clit...  She flicked her tongue 
swiftly against the stiff little nubbin, before taking it in her mouth and sucking HARD.

"FUCKKKKKK!!!!!" Buffy cried out, almost leaping right off the bed as an incredible climax 
made her body convulse...

*****

"Holy fuck..." Buffy blissfully sighed while lying down beside the brunette. "That was 
amazing, Cordy!" Leaning over, she kissed the cheerleader's soft lips.

After only a slight hesitation, Cordelia accepted Buffy's tongue in her mouth and they shared 
a long, passionate kiss.

When they finally separated, Cordelia pulled the satin sheet back over her naked form. 
Smirking at the watching Slayer, she leisurely rested her head on one of the thick pillows... 
Letting out a happy little sigh as her eyes slowly closed.

Leaning on her elbow, Buffy propped her head up with her hand and gazed longingly at the 
tired brunette.

Cordelia was totally worn out after servicing the Slayer for the better part of the night. And 
once she was covered up and lying comfortably, it didn't take her long to doze off.

With a tender smile, Buffy watched the exhausted brunette's relaxed features for a while as 
she slept... Then, snuggling under the satin sheet with the cheerleader, she wrapped her arms 
around the sleeping beauty's soft, naked body and rested her head on Cordy's full, pillowy 
breasts. 'Now this is the life!' the Slayer happily thought, a look of utter contentment on her 
face as she drifted into a deep slumber.


Chapter 5


It was already early in the afternoon when Cordelia finally woke up. One of the first things 
she noticed was that except for herself, the bed was empty. It seemed Buffy had finally left...

The cheerleader stretched and yawned. She still felt a bit tired. Not so surprising when taking 
into account that Buffy kept her busy for most of the night... Even when they finally went to 
sleep, she was still awakened a few times later by a horny Slayer playing with her naked 
body. 'I swear she's like totally insatiable!'

A note on her nightstand explained that Buffy needed to be home when her mom called her 
for breakfast, because Joyce would freak out if she found out that her precious little girl had 
spend the night somewhere else. The blonde also wrote that she had to help her mom with the 
gallery the entire weekend, so she -unfortunately- had to wait till Monday before seeing 
Cordelia again...

Then, the note suddenly got a lot more disconcerting: 

I'm looking forward to spending lots of time with you, Cordy... I'll 
drop by your place after school, so you can work off the debt you 
owe me by giving me additional "payments". :)

Enjoy your weekend.


Love,

Buffy



'I guess that I should consider myself lucky that mega-bitch didn't demand some early 
morning nooky before leaving, since she already seems to regard me as her own personal 
little sex slave,' Cordelia thought disgruntled upon reading the note.
 
'Sooo, Buffy? You think that you can just break into my house anytime you like and just expect 
me to get naked and spread my legs for you? Well, psycho-girl: Guess again... Cordelia 
Chase is nobody's bitch!' 

Picking up the phone, she pressed down on one of the speed dials. "Hello, Sunnydale 
Security? This is Cordelia Chase... I'm gonna need an immediate and SERIOUS security 
upgrade here."

*****

Cordelia just finished her breakfast (or rather lunch) when she saw on the security monitor a 
van from Sunnydale Security approaching her driveway. After pressing the button that opened 
the gates, she went outside the house to meet the security crew.

A large, burly man stepped out of the van and approached her. "Miss Cordelia Chase? Bill 
Manley, foreman and co-owner of Sunnydale Security." They shook hands and he continued, 
"I heard you have some kind of security emergency?"

Cordelia nodded. "I need to upgrade our current system to the best security system you have 
available, and I need it installed by Monday."

The foreman was surprised by the young woman's request. "A complete overhaul? By 
Monday?" he let out a deep breath. "I'd have to pull some men from their other jobs, and it 
would mean a lot of overtime, which isn't cheap... If you let me start on Monday, I could 
have it finished before the week is over and it would cost about fifty percent less."

The cheerleader shook her head. "I'm dealing with a stalker situation here, Mr. Manley," she 
replied. "And I'd like this to be ready when that person shows up at my house again."

"Have you thought about just calling the police on your stalker and see if they can't get a hold 
of him?" Bill questioned.

"The situation is... kinda complicated," Cordelia replied. "And frankly, I wouldn't expect the 
police in this town to be able to get a hold of their own asses... even if you supplied them 
with a map and a videotape with instructions."

Bill burst out laughing. This girl seemed to share his less than high opinion of "Sunnydale's 
finest". Once he managed to catch his breath, he smiled at the brunette and nodded. "I'll get 
my men right on it, Miss Chase." He learned not to ask too many questions since working in 
Sunnydale. If any town needed a lot of home security it was this one... and if she wanted to 
pay double to get it done this weekend, who was he to argue?

*****

Cordelia didn't have the peaceful weekend she might have wished for, due to endless sounds 
of construction, but it was definitely worth it! With a strong sense of satisfaction, she strolled 
next to the foreman as he explained the workings of her new security system.

"And we also installed several motion detectors around your property," Bill continued. "It 
will be impossible for an intruder to trespass on your grounds without being detected."

He pointed at the high fence, which guarded the Chase's property. "But this is one of the best 
defences against intruders you have right now, Miss Chase: Your fence is just far enough 
away from the public road, allowing us to make it into an electrical fence. My men have 
spend most of the weekend grounding the entire fence and making sure to put plenty of 
warning signs around it... There's now enough electrical current on it to make even the 
craziest stalker think twice before attempting to climb it."

Cordelia giggled as she pictured the look on Buffy's face when the Slayer came back for 
some more "payment" and unexpectedly got a bit of much needed shock therapy instead. 
'DON'T fuck with Cordelia Chase, you butchy little bitch! And in this case, I mean that 
literally.'

The foreman led her to a steel cupboard, and opened it. Pointing at a control box inside, he 
explained, "And there we have the heart of the entire security system: the Sentinel 2000! It 
turns the electricity of the fence on and off when needed, it also makes sure that the motion 
detectors don't react to a squirrel or a bird... And when it detects an intruder: this little box 
warns the police and our security office."

"In this short amount of time, you can't do any better than this security system," Bill 
confidently remarked. "Unless of course you'd like to add an alligator filled moat," he added 
laughing.

"Hmmm, could you give me a rough estimate on what a moat with alligators would cost?" the 
cheerleader inquired, recalling some of the amazing things she'd seen Buffy do.

Bill smiled at the brunette's remark. "Trust me, Miss Chase: this is house is pretty damn well 
secured," he reassured her. "It would take some kind of superhuman to break in here now!"

'Yeah...' the cheerleader somewhat nervously thought. 'And that's exactly what I'm worried 
about!'

*****

Glancing into the mirror, Cordelia pouted her full lips; admiring the perfect job she'd done 
with her lipstick. 'Of course: with this face, how could you go wrong?' she figured as she 
carefully re-applied the rest of her make-up.

Seeing movement in the reflection she observed her friends from the cheerleading team ("her 
flock" as she liked to refer to them) entering the ladies room. The cheerleaders formed a half 
circle around Cordelia, nervously shuffling their feet as they waited for their leader to grant 
them her attention.

Ignoring their looks and polite coughs, Cordelia finished applying her eye shadow and once 
again admired the end result in the mirror.

Finally, tired of waiting, Harmony stepped forward and tapped the brunette cheerleader on her 
shoulder.

Letting out a tired little sigh, Cordelia turned around and raised a perfect eyebrow at the 
nervous blonde. "What is it, Harm?"

"Jessica Jones was at the Bronze Friday night, and she claims that when she went to the ladies 
room, she overheard Buffy Summers and another girl - who sounded remarkably like you - 
going at it with each other," Harmony rushed out. A little bit slower she continued, "Now 
normally, I would right away consider this to be one of Jessica's sick little fantasies, but she 
seemed pretty sure of herself... So I really have to ask this: Did you have, like, sex in the 
restroom of the Bronze with Buffy "the Psycho" Summers?"

Cordelia felt her stomach turn as she listened to Harmony's question. 'Damn it! This certainly 
is a wonderful way to start another week of school!' The cheerleader angrily thought. 'Did I 
go through all the trouble of salvaging my reputation and social standing, just to see it all go 
to Hell again by being outed by that nosy bitch for having lesbian sex with a social outcast?!'

'Well, not in this lifetime! Besides, nothing really happened,' she told herself. 'So she fingered 
my slot, felt me up a bit and we gave each other head... So what?! That doesn't make me a 
lesbian; it doesn't even really count as sex. It's not like we fucked each other.'  

Steadying her emotions, she put her familiar bitchy façade on and fixed the group of 
cheerleaders with her level 10 intensity glare. "Read my lips: I did NOT have sex with that 
woman, Buffy Summers!"

Stumbling back at the intensity of Cordelia's gaze, the cheerleaders seemed satisfied with her 
answer and hurriedly left the room.

Cordelia turned back to the mirror and frowned. 'Whoa! Did I just channel President Clinton 
there?' Shaking her head in wonder, she put away her make-up and left the ladies room. 
'Only on the Hellmouth...'

She'd handled that situation pretty well, but as the cheerleader walked to her next class, a 
nagging thought kept popping up in her head. 'If that airhead Jessica Jones could figure out 
that there is something going on between Buffy and me, then it isn't so unlikely that someone 
else could do the same!'

*****

"It is Cordelia Chase who is the Slayer's new love," Druscilla suddenly exclaimed, after 
breaking from her trance.

"What?!" Angelus stared in disbelief at his Childe, not sure if he heard her correctly. In his 
quest to find out who Buffy's new lover was, he had to retrieve one of Buffy's hairbrushes 
(with her hair still on it) from his old apartment to give Dru something to focus on, and THEN 
listen to her prattle on for an entire hour about the stars and Miss Edith, just for her to tell him 
that the bitchy cheerleader - of all people - was Buffy's new love interest?! This could almost 
be considered funny if he wasn't so extremely pissed off right now.

"That doesn't sound quite right, Dru." His other, currently disabled, Childe remarked. "Are 
you sure that your... lines, or whatever, aren't crossed, luv?"

The brunette vamp narrowed her eyes at the two very sceptical master vampires. "The stars 
never lie to me, Spike... You and daddy should know that by now."

Angelus issued Druscilla an incredulous look. "So you are telling me that Buffy's new flame 
is... a girl?! And not only is she dating a girl but she's seeing none other then Cordelia 
Chase? Those two have been at each other's throats for as long as I've known them! How in 
the Seven Hells is this possible?!"

"Isn't it obvious, peaches?" Spike responded, a big grin covering almost his entire face. 
"Apparently, she wasn't as impressed with your sex-techniques as you initially thought... One 
night with you and she decided: It's girls only from now on! You turned the little chit into a 
ravin' dyke, mate!"

A few chuckles and snickers could be heard from several of the fledglings and minions who 
were hanging around their masters, but then a hushed silence fell upon the room as Angelus 
turned to Spike: game-face on and looking extremely pissed.

He took a couple of angry steps towards the crippled vamp but was quickly stopped by an 
intervening Druscilla. "Now, now, boys! Don't bicker... It's no fault of daddy that the nasty 
Slayer doesn't want him anymore." Closing her eyes, she turned her head to the ceiling, 
muttering and moaning softly to herself. Opening her eyes, she continued, "It's the slime of 
the Xargos demon that brought her and the cheerleader together."

"A Xargos demon?!" Angelus exclaimed surprised, his argument with Spike momentarily 
forgotten. "I did hear some rumours that a Xargos demon has been spotted in Sunnydale," he 
continued thoughtfully. "So it could be true, I suppose... On the other hand, the slime of that 
thing couldn't have made Buffy fall in love with Cordelia if she didn't possess strong feelings 
for the cheerleader to begin with..."

"And I still have a hard time believing that!" Angelus ranted on, his game-face shimmering at 
the surface as he thought about the object of his obsession in the arms of the cheerleader. 
"Sure, I've suspected for some time that Buffy feels more than just friendship for the 
redheaded witch... but for the bitchy brunette? I always assumed that any strong feelings she 
harbours for Cordelia are feelings of dislike."

"Well, it seems you were wrong," Spike gleefully concluded, breaking the sudden silence in 
the mansion. "This kinda makes you think, doesn't it? The Slayer obviously into girls AND 
into the poof... Now Angelus, I'm not saying that you resemble a girl in anyway, but 
apparently--"

"Only finish that sentence if you want to end up in something worse than a wheelchair, 
Spike!"

*****

Cordelia walked through the hallways on her way to the cafeteria when suddenly the door to a 
supply closet opened and a hand pulled her inside.

"What the Fu--" the cheerleader exclaimed in shock, her words abruptly muffled by lips 
pressing down on hers.

"Buffy?!" Cordelia called out as she recognized those lips and the blonde they belonged to. 
"Listen, we really need to talk... I heard from Harmony th-- Mmmphhh!" Her words were 
once again cut off, this time by Buffy's tongue entering her mouth.

Except for her tongue, the Slayer also used her hands on the cheerleader's body. Hands that 
did so many things to her and moved so fast that there seemed to be at least four of them.

Before Cordelia was fully aware of it her top was pushed down and her bra gone, disappeared 
in the same mysterious manner as her panties.

A bit disoriented, Cordelia stared down at Buffy's head; her eyes growing bigger as she 
watched the blonde dipping her face inside her cleavage.

The Slayer's breathing was noticeably heavier as she moved her mouth back and forth 
between the cheerleader's topless tits. Switching from one erect nipple to the other.

"It seems that the blood previously occupying your brain is now occupying... certain other 
places of your anatomy," the cheerleader muttered, a bit breathless herself.

Cordelia felt her legs being gently nudged further apart, and then a hand moved between 
them. As two fingers slid inside her and started to finger fuck her, the brunette gave herself 
over to Buffy's hungry mouth and groping hands; leaning back against the door, she allowed 
the Slayer to ravage her.

Buffy grinned as she sensed the cheerleader's swift surrender. Moving her body back a bit, 
she allowed herself the time to fully take in and appreciate the beauty of Cordelia's exposed 
body... The brunette looked so incredibly hot, standing there red-faced and embarrassed: her 
dress pulled down at the top, fully exposing those huge breasts... and the underside of the 
dress pushed up to her waist, revealing the cheerleader's sweet, delicious-tasting little cunt to 
her eyes.

'If only all schooldays could be like this,' the blonde thought longingly as she continued to 
feel up the brunette. 'Wait a minute... Who says all schooldays CAN'T be like this?' After all, 
Cordelia owed her plenty for all the times she had saved the cheerleader's life, which meant 
that she pretty much owned the beautiful brunette.

The cheerleader let out a low stifled moan, as Buffy's fingers got increasingly busy in her slit; 
she was shaking so hard now, that if the blonde would pull away her fingers, she'd probably 
fall to the ground... Now there's something to think about; she certainly never imagined 
when she was on her way to the school's cafeteria, that a few minutes later she'd be leaning 
against a supply closet door where the only thing which kept her from falling would be 
Buffy's fingers frigging her slit.

Peeking out from under her eyelids, she watched the blonde grin at her, like the Slayer was 
somehow aware that she was watching, and thinking about her...

"Oh yeah... that feels good, doesn't it, Cordy?" Buffy asked the cheerleader. "It feels good to 
have my fingers inside of you... bringing you to that orgasm you so desperately need right 
now."

Cordelia felt herself blush and tightly closed her eyes... Seconds later, she felt the Slayer's 
hot breath on her ear, as the blonde moved her face close to hers and started whispering in her 
ear. "It's okay, sweetie," Buffy told her, almost tenderly. "It's okay to like it, to love it even... 
You're a good-looking, healthy young woman, so it's only natural that you enjoy having your 
pussy played with."

The cheerleader felt her right nipple being pinched and let out a small gasp.

"And lets not forget your tits," Buffy continued. "Those big juicy jugs of yours... I just love 
the way they jiggle on your chest while I finger-fuck your little slit... I swear: I could just 
suck on those babies for hours at a time and still not get tired of them."

Cordelia grunted as Buffy's hot mouth envelop her left breast.

The Slayer suckled happily on the cheerleader's teat for a while... then raised her head to 
whisper more dirty talk in the cheerleader's ear. "Mmmm, that was yummy," she seductively 
whispered. "But let's focus on your sweet little pussy for now... because you have such a 
wonderful tight little cunt, Cordy. That tastes so delicious! I can hardly wait for you to shoot 
your yummy juices all over my fingers so I can taste you again..."

"Would you do that for me, Cordelia?" the Slayer sweetly inquired, while thrusting her 
fingers faster and deeper inside the cheerleader's slit. "Would you cum for me, so I can lap up 
your sweet juices?"

A long lustful moan was the brunette's only reply.

Buffy pressed her thumb against the cheerleader's erect clit, and rubbed the stiff little nubbin.

"Cum for me, Cordy!" the Slayer hissed into the other girl's ear. "Soak my fingers with your 
sweet girl-juice!"

The friction on her clit, the fingers in her slit, and Buffy's dirty talk worked Cordelia over the 
edge. With a stifled cry, she obeyed the Slayer's command and came all over the blonde's 
thrusting fingers. "OOOOoooooohhhhhh!!!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! Oh! Ohhh!" she kept on grunting, as Buffy continued to push her fingers 
up her dripping wet cunt.

The Slayer abruptly pulled her fingers out and licked them clean... then stuck them back 
inside the cheerleader's snatch and continued fucking her... Then pulled her fingers out again 
and repeated her previous actions.

Occasionally, the blonde would kneel down and replace her fingers with her tongue; she kept 
on doing this till the brunette was completely drained.

Cordelia felt like she was about to faint from the overwhelming sensations that the blonde's 
tongue and fingers were bringing her, when suddenly: the fingers and tongue were gone from 
her pussy... Without Buffy's fingers to hold her up she slowly slid down to the floor (just like 
she thought she would) until she was on her knees in front of the blonde, still panting from her 
multiple orgasm.

With a satisfied smile, Buffy licked each of her fingers clean --savouring Cordy's fresh 
flavour-- while at the same time closely studying the recuperating cheerleader.

As Cordelia recovered from her climax, the Slayer gently stroked the cheerleader's long 
brown hair, running her fingers through the silky strands... Noticing the brunette looking up 
at her, Buffy shot the still heavy breathing Cordelia a bright smile. "You just happen to be in 
the perfect position for our next game," she cheerfully informed the cheerleader.

"And what game would that be?" Cordelia inquired warily.

The blonde's smile grew bigger as she reached down and pulled up her miniskirt, revealing 
her panty-less and hairless crotch to the cheerleader's eyes. "It's called: Snack on the Slayer's 
Snatch."

"I'll bet it's mostly you who likes to play that game," the brunette muttered before bringing 
her mouth down onto Buffy's bald cunt.

Buffy looked down pleasantly surprised as the cheerleader started lapping at her pussy 
without the need of threats. 'Good! She's learning already...' Closing her eyes, the Slayer 
silently enjoyed the wonderful feeling of that soft tongue stroking and tickling her slit.

'Oh yeah! Cordelia definitely has a flair for licking pussy,' Buffy thought contently as the tip 
of Cordy's tongue circled her clit and gave it a couple of quick flicks. 'She's so fucking good 
at it!'

The blonde's hands returned to Cordelia's head and resumed their play with the cheerleader's 
beautiful brown locks. 

Cordelia buried her face deeper in Buffy's crotch and suckled and nibbled at the Slayer's 
folds.

It took only a few minutes of Cordelia's expert treatment to make the blonde's slit soaking 
wet.

"Mmmmm! Yesssss!! You're such a talented little pussy-licker, Cordy!" Buffy sighed happily 
and patted the cheerleader's head.

Cordelia looked up to shoot the Slayer a laser-like glare before resuming her oral duties.

The cheerleader quickly lapped at Buffy's increasing wetness, licking up every drop of the 
Slayer's secretions. Once that task was completed, Cordelia jammed her tongue deep inside 
Buffy's tight hole and began tongue fucking the blonde with quick, hard jabs.

"Ohhh! Mmmm! Oh! Mmmmm!! OH! Ohhhh!!" Buffy felt her orgasm build up inside of her, 
like a dam ready to explode. "Ohhh Cordy! Oh yessss!" the Slayer called out. "That feels 
sooo good! So fucking good!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me, you little bitch!! Stick that long talented 
tongue of yours deep inside my cunt!"

"YESSSS!!! Like THAT!! Fuck me!! FUCK ME!!!" Shaking on her feet, Buffy pressed the 
cheerleader's face against her cunt as she felt her orgasm wash over her. "YESSSSSS!!!!!"

With her face pressed against the Slayer's snatch, the only way to prevent getting drowned in 
the blonde's juices was to lap it all up as quickly as she could. 'This isn't entirely normal 
either,' Cordelia pondered as she swallowed down what seemed like a half a gallon of girl-
cum. 'What the hell is going on here?! Is she, like, half part Slayer and half part geyser?'

Finally though, the stream of secretions ended, and Buffy let go off her face. "Could you've 
possibly been any louder?" the cheerleader wryly commented as she moved her face away 
from the Slayer's dripping slit. "I think there are still some people on the other side of the 
school who may not have heard you."

The Slayer smirked and blew the brunette a kiss. Buffy then playfully tousled Cordelia's hair 
before issuing the cheerleader another command. "Clean my pussy, Cordy."

They looked into each other's eyes, and for a moment, there seemed to be sort of a staring 
contest going on between the two girls... then Cordelia returned her mouth to the blonde's 
pussy and started cleaning Buffy's shaved little slit with her tongue.

With her hands on her hips and her legs spread apart, the Slayer looked down smiling at the 
dark-haired head bobbing between her legs. Just watching Cordelia using her tongue on her 
pussy turned her on again, combined with the feeling of that soft, yet raspy little tongue 
dipping between her labia-lips, made her want to rip the brunette's clothes off, lay her across 
that table, and fist that beautiful bitch until she came like never before!

'Take it easy, remember: baby-steps.' Buffy told herself.

She didn't want to scare Cordelia off by being too aggressive. So she had to hold back the 
strong, sometimes overwhelming feelings she felt for the cheerleader, and that wasn't always 
easy... Certainly not in those long, boring classes where she spend a lot of her time staring at 
the brunette, while she longed to take the cheerleader right there on her desk...

Besides, Cordelia is still a virgin, in which case fisting: NOT a good idea.

Unaware of Buffy's thought process, Cordelia meticulously licked up every drop of the 
Slayer's juices, cleaning the blonde's slit inside and out.

After licking the Slayer's slit so clean that it was shiny from her saliva, Cordelia pulled 
Buffy's miniskirt down and got back up again.

She quickly put her clothes back in order and worriedly checked her face with her compact 
mirror. 'It's a good thing I'm using waterproof cosmetics!'

It didn't take her more than a minute or two to repair the damage Buffy's cum-bath had done 
to her face. 'I now know who I want with me if I ever get lost in the desert.'

Returning her mirror and mascara to her purse, she turned to face the amusedly watching 
Buffy and shot the blonde an impervious look. "Now if you don't mind: I'm going to the 
cafeteria to eat my lunch."

The sound of a bell could suddenly be heard.

"Apparently, the lunch break just ended," Cordelia noted disappointedly.

"Good thing you just finished eating me," Buffy grinned.

Cordelia glared at the blonde for a moment, then turned around; she was about to open the 
door, when Buffy drew her in for a quick hug (and copped a quick feel in the process). "I 
might be by after school to receive further "payment" from you," the blonde whispered in her 
ear.

Turning her head, Cordelia returned the Slayer's smirk with one of her own. 'Oh really? We'll 
just see about THAT!'


Chapter 6


"Excellent move, Buffy," Giles complimented the Slayer. "Now try some kicks."

Buffy followed up with a couple of powerful high kicks aimed at the punching pads that the 
watcher held in front of him.

The force of the kicks made Giles stumble backwards and cringe despite the thick padded 
protection he was wearing.

"Y-yes, very good, Buffy." The elderly watcher quickly stepped out of the Slayer's reach. "I 
think that's enough training for today... you seem to be in excellent shape."

"See! I told you I was fine," Buffy triumphantly said, doing a bit of mock shadowboxing 
while dancing around the watcher.

"And it would appear you are correct," Giles calmly replied while watching his Slayer bounce 
around. "However, it is my duty as your watcher to make certain that you're all right... 
especially after a dangerous encounter like your recent battle with the slime-composed 
demonic entity."

Buffy gave her watcher a fond smile. "And I appreciate you "watching out" for me, Giles... 
but like I said: I'm feeling fine. Better then fine actually, I haven't felt this good in ages."

"Yes..." Giles said, sounding a bit puzzled. "I've noticed the extra-ordinary amount of 
stamina you have today, and the training session doesn't seem to have affected you in the 
slightest."

"You haven't seen anything yet," Buffy smiled. Winking at the older man, she leaped 
forwards and flipped all the way to the other side of the library. When she reached the end, 
she back-flipped until she was standing beside the watcher again.

"Ta-daa!" the blonde called out while thrusting her arms in the air like an Olympian gold-
medal winner. "What d'ya think about that?"

"Impressive," the librarian nodded. "I'm sure the vampires will agree should you repeat that 
on your next patrol."

Buffy grinned in response. "I know, I know... Slaying is not a joking matter, Buffy," the 
blonde said, doing a reasonable impersonation of the watcher's voice. "It is a sacred duty. 
While performing it, it's considered most unwise to clown around with your opponents; and 
there are few things more hazardous than unnecessary acrobatics during a battle."

"I'm glad to hear that at least some of the advice I've given you seems to stick," Giles retorted 
wryly. "Now, if you would also follow said advice then that would solve a lot of our 
problems."

"Oh, don't be such a stuffy duffy, Giles," Buffy admonished her watcher. "And I do follow 
your advice... well, most of the time anyway."

Giles coughed politely in response to the Slayer's statement.

Buffy pulled a face at the obviously sceptical librarian. "Nevermind!" she huffed indignantly.

They smiled at each other.

"Hey... where's the gang?" Buffy asked, suddenly aware of her friends' conspicuous absence. 
"Willow and Oz are usually already here by the time we start my training and Xander always 
shows up during... once he gets out of detention."

"Willow is doing some research for me," the watcher replied. "Yesterday I received a 
message from a colleague, he mentioned that he came across a website which he suspects 
belongs to a powerful clan of vampires," Giles explained while removing the padded suit he 
had worn for additional protection. "This particular clan is renowned for their use of modern 
technology, and if that website is truly theirs then it might contain some very useful 
information about the workings of this clan... like their strategies and their current hierarchy."

The watcher let out a sigh of relief as he stripped away the last piece of the hot, confining suit. 
"Anyway, I've asked Willow to investigate the matter since I don't know a bloody thing 
about computers... She looked the site up and discovered that it's very well protected -- 
which doesn't really surprise me... She now wants to chop into the website--"

"I think you mean: hack into the website," Buffy helpfully interrupted.

"Whatever," the old-fashioned watcher shrugged. "And apparently she needs to use her 
computer at home for that, something about not enough megahorses--"

"Megahertz."

"Okay, not enough Megahertz on the contraption we have in the library," Giles finished.

"So Willow went home?"

"Yes, and Oz went with her."

"What about Xander? Did he go with them as well?"

"No, but I gave him a picture with the insignia of the clan and asked him to compare it with 
the crests on some of the larger crypts on Restfield cemetery, to see if there are any matches."

"Why? What's that gonna accomplish?"

"Not much. But he kept going on and on about Cordelia, and I wanted some quiet time to 
myself."

"So you send him out on a wild goose chase?" Buffy giggled. "I'm impressed, Giles. That's 
totally wicked of you."

"Thank you, Buffy." The watcher took a light bow. "I learned from the best," he added dryly, 
indicating the smiling Slayer.

Buffy's smile grew bigger when it suddenly occurred to her that with her friends otherwise 
occupied, she now had the perfect opportunity to pay Cordelia another visit. She felt herself 
getting aroused again, just by thinking about the beautiful brunette.

"You know," the blonde said while inching her way to the door. "Some quiet time sounds like 
a good idea; I think I'll try that myself for a change."

Giles raised a questioning eyebrow at the suddenly fidgeting Slayer. "Really? I never took 
you for the quiet-time type."

"Well..." Now it was Buffy's turn to shrug. "You've got to try anything at least once before 
knowing if you like it or not... Right?"

"Right." A small smile appeared on the watcher's lips. "See you tomorrow, Buffy."

"Bye, Giles!"

Pushing through the doors, Buffy left the library quickly behind her.

*****

Rupert Giles stood in front of the window, a thoughtful expression on his face as he watched 
Buffy run across the school's courtyard. The young Slayer moved so fast that she'd left the 
school grounds and was out of his sight in a matter of seconds.

Sitting down at the large table, he replayed their after-school training session in his head. 
Buffy had been faster, stronger and more energetic during this latest workout than he'd ever 
seen her before. Her current burst of power could just be a natural development of her Slayer 
abilities... but that wouldn't explain the blonde's unusual behaviour in the last couple of days, 
though.

He started thumping his fingers on the table's surface as he searched his memory for a 
possible curse or spell that would explain both his Slayer's newfound strength and her strange 
behaviour.

After considering every possibility and scenario he could think of, Giles slapped the palm of 
his hand on the wooden surface. 'This is ridiculous! I'm reading way too much into this 
situation and getting all worked-up over nothing. There's probably a very reasonable and 
logical explanation for Buffy's increased abilities... as for her strange conduct lately: mood 
swings and erratic behaviour are perfectly natural for a teenager.'

Putting all worries about Buffy out of his mind, the watcher went back to cataloguing his 
newly acquired shipment of Demonology books.

*****

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in a large impressive, yet somewhat neglected looking 
mansion: a small group of vampires had come together - and Buffy Summers was very much 
on their minds right now.

Two master vampires and several other high-ranking members of Clan Aurelius were 
gathered in the basement and watched with interest (and a sense of relief) as the third master 
vampire present -Druscilla- finally got to the last stages of the lengthy magic ceremony she 
was performing. 

Standing in front of a large black cauldron, the vampire-witch used both hands to weave a 
series of intricate symbols in the air while chanting a magic spell:

"Spirits who see, hear and know all,"
"Hear these words and obey my call..."
"Find me the Slayer called Buffy Summers!"

Picking up the hairbrush Angelus had brought her, she pulled a few strands of hair from the 
bristles and dropped them into the cauldron.

Immediately the boiling potion inside started to swirl around, displaying a wide variety of 
colours.

Waving her hands above the cauldron, Druscilla completed the final part of the spell:

"Use now this essence from the person I speak,"
"and search this world to find the one whom I seek."
"Then magick this brew, so we can see,"
"her every move and every word," 
"Wherever she may be!"


Angelus and Spike, together with some of the braver (and more curious) vamps, stepped 
closer to the cauldron and peered intently inside, waiting for the spell to take affect.

"You really think this will work, luv?" Spike questioned. "I thought that vampire magic only 
works when the sun is down."

"This is no vampire magic, my darlin' Spike," Druscilla answered while dancing around the 
crippled vamp. "It's just an ordinary Wicca spell that Miss Edith whispered in me ear last 
night." The vampire got a dreamy look in her eyes and smiled to herself. "Miss Edith has been 
such a great help lately... she'll be getting extra crumpets at our next tea party... they'll be 
filled with jelly, and there'll be sweets afterwards, and--"

"That's nice, Dru," Angelus interrupted. "But as long as it helps me find out what Buffy is up 
to, I don't care if it's Santa Claus himself who told you the spell."

The brunette hissed at her Sire. "Bad, bad daddy! You know that even mentioning that mean 
old man gives me nightmares..." For a moment the female vamp pouted, then her eyes 
narrowed. "As punishment, daddy will get no tea and crumpets for an entire week."

Angelus rolled his eyes and was about to retort when Spike suddenly spoke up.

"Keep your eyes on the game, mates... I think our lil' kettle is starting to stew."

The surface of the brew began to shimmer... Slowly, the silhouette of a person could be made 
out.

As the vision improved, the three vampires got a clear view of the Slayer running down the 
streets of a posh neighbourhood.

*****

Buffy's quick jog came to a screeching halt when she reached the entrance to the Chase's 
property and saw several new signs planted near the gate - the lightning bolt and warning on 
them indicating that the fence was now under heavy electrical current.

The Slayer's mouth fell open when she noticed a separate sign on the gate itself. It had a life-
sized picture of her face on it. There was a red circle around her head and through it ran a red 
diagonal bar, underneath it was the text: "No Buffys allowed here!"

*****

Cordelia Chase leisurely leaned back in her comfy lawn chair. 'Ahhhh, this is the life! Just 
what I need in these times of stress,' the cheerleader happily thought. 'Relaxing in a 
comfortable chair while picking up some rays, accompanied with the occasional dip in the 
swimming pool... And best of all: no fake blondes around demanding sexual favours!'

'The only thing missing is a nice cold drink.' Cordelia was about to ring for the maid, when 
she remembered that Rosita was currently in Mexico, visiting her relatives, and wouldn't be 
back for another week.

'Looks like I'll have to get my own drink.'

Sighing, she stood up and walked to the house.

*****

Carrying a small tray that held a glass and an ice-cold bottle of Diet Coke, Cordelia returned 
to the terrace and walked back to her chair. Then she saw something that caused her to halt to 
a complete stop.

In her previously occupied chair sat the familiar form of Buffy Summers, wearing a tank top, 
tight shorts, a pair of sunglasses and not much else... and on the table next to the Slayer lay 
the beat up, crumbled, but still recognizable form of the Sentinel 2000 control box.

The cheerleader let out a small gasp as she stared at what remained of her high-priced alarm 
system. "Well, that certainly was money well spend!" Cordelia sarcastically spat out, while 
giving the battered box a scornful glare. 'I really should have gone for the alligator filled 
moat!' she then considered.

Cordy looked at Buffy again, and the blonde returned her look with an obvious smirk. 'On the 
other hand, if I'd gone for the alligators: Superbitch would now probably be sitting there 
wearing a pair of brand-spanking-new alligator-leather boots with a matching purse beside 
her.'

However, any thoughts about her alarm system or the Slayer's attire were quickly forgotten 
when she anxiously noted that Buffy was giving her a little signal to come nearer. The Slayer 
didn't say anything, but still had that annoying little smirk on her face as she beckoned her 
closer with her index finger.

With feet that suddenly seemed to be made out of lead, Cordelia shuffled towards the other 
girl until she was standing right next to the blonde Slayer.

Buffy looked at the drink Cordelia was still holding and held out her hand. With a resigned 
look on her face, the cheerleader put down the tray and handed her Coke to the grinning girl.

The smiling blonde teasingly licked her lips, put the bottle at her mouth, and emptied the 
entire bottle in one long draught.

Putting the bottle on the small table next to her, Buffy let out the first sound she'd made so 
far: a satisfied sounding "Ahhhhhh!"

The Slayer then took off her sunglasses, shot the cheerleader a pointed look and invitingly 
patted her lap.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. Letting out a weary little sigh, she leaned over and laid herself across 
Buffy's lap. 'Here we go again.'

*****

It didn't take long for the cheerleader's punishment to start. With a determined look, Buffy let 
her hand crash down on Cordy's barely covered buttocks.

SMACK!!!

There was a sharp intake of breath from the brunette, but that was Cordelia's only response. 
'Oh well, I'm sure I'll get more of a reaction very quickly,' the Slayer silently predicted, and 
followed with a quick series of spanks.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! 
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

"Ow! Ow! Owwww!!" the cheerleader cried out.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!

"That was very naughty of you, Cordy," Buffy calmly told the brunette while letting more 
spanks rain down on the girl's upturned buttocks. "Putting in a high-tech alarm system while I 
was away..."

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! 
SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Yowwwww!!!"

"It would almost make me feel a bit unwelcome."

"No, really?!" Cordelia sarcastically bit out. "What tipped you off? That picture of you on the 
gate, saying: "No Buffys allowed here!" maybe?" The brunette's snide remark was quickly 
followed by another cry as Buffy landed a couple of particular hard spanks on the 
cheerleader's rosy-red buttocks.

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!

"I have to admit... that was pretty funny," the Slayer replied, a touch of admiration sounding 
in her voice. 

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!!

"Owwww!! Ouch!!!"

"I was sorta wondering how you got that sign made so quickly," Buffy continued 
thoughtfully; she let her hand rest on the cheerleader's behind and gently stroked the warm, 
silky skin.

"Actually... I had that sign made more than a month ago," Cordelia replied, a smile on her 
face despite her painful behind. "together with a "No Xanders allowed!" and a "No Willows 
allowed!" sign... they were just lying around in my closet ever since, waiting for the perfect 
time to be used... I was hoping to surprise you and the other scoobies with them when you 
showed up for the prom, but this was nice too."

For a long moment Buffy stared down in disbelief at the beautiful, but oh-so-infuriating girl 
on her lap. "Thanks for sharing, Cordy!" she told the brunette. "Only a bitch like you could 
come up with something like that! I suddenly feel a whole lot less guilty for tanning your 
ass."

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Yeah, right!" Cordelia grunted. "Like you feel anything resembling guilt when you spank my 
bare behind... I think you're confusing lust with guilt here, Bunny... and just for the record: 
I'm not the only bitch around here!"

SMACK!!! "First of all, it's Buffy NOT Bunny!" SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!

"But you make a pretty good point," Buffy conceded with a smirk. "I do enjoy spanking that 
cute ass of yours..." the blonde halted the spanking and placed her hand between the 
cheerleader's spread legs. Pulling aside the string, she rubbed a finger across Cordy's wet 
entrance and stuck it inside. "Almost as much as you seem to enjoy lying naked across my 
lap, getting your butt blistered."

Cordelia moaned softy as Buffy started fingering her dripping slot. Then, when the blonde's 
words sunk in, quickly stifled the moan. "No, I DON'T!!" she protested hotly.

"You don't?" Buffy asked mockingly surprised. "Hmmm, then explain this to me, Cordy... 
why does your pussy always get wet when I spank you?"

Cordelia felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the Slayer's words.

"Admit it, little Miss May Queen... you love my hands on your body, even when I'm using 
said hands to redden your behind." Buffy added a second finger and started finger-fucking the 
brunette at a rapid pace.

"No, I don't." Cordelia repeated, slightly breathless from her growing arousal.

"Come on, Cordy... Say it!" Buffy encouraged the cheerleader, her fingers moving faster. 
"Tell me how much you love me touching you... playing with those big tits and this tight 
little cunt."

"In your -pant- dreams, mega-slut!"

The Slayer's eyes narrowed at this latest insult. "Suit yourself, Cordy." Buffy said, her voice 
cheerful even though she felt mildly disappointed about the cheerleader's continuing denial. 
"In that case, I'll just get to work on your butt again." She pulled her fingers from the 
cheerleader's snatch and resumed the spanking.

SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! 
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! 

*****

Buffy looked down at the brunette's glowing red behind and smiled. To borrow an expression 
from her mom: the cheerleader was now one well-punished young lady...

Lying quietly across her lap, and allowing the Slayer to stroke her painful bottom and play 
with her dangling breasts without any objections or the usual snide remarks, Cordelia seemed 
chastised and obedient (well, for the moment at least).

'Better take advantage of this rare situation,' Buffy told herself. Helping Cordy off of her lap, 
she stood the cheerleader in front of her and issued the brunette a bright smile.

"Stand there, put your hands behind your neck and slowly turn around," she ordered.

Buffy noticed the cheerleader giving her a dirty look, but Cordelia nonetheless did as she was 
told: putting her hands behind her neck she made a slow twirl.

"Nice!" Buffy complimented, while raking her eyes across Cordelia's tanned, trim body.

The beautiful brunette was dressed in nothing more then a skimpy, emerald-green bikini. The 
bottom consisted of a small piece of cloth in the front (that was only barely adequate to 
conceal the cheerleader's triangle of hair) and a string in the back, which seemed to be 
specially designed to show off Cordy's perfect round buttocks. Meanwhile, the bikini-top, 
which was filled to the bursting point, was fighting a losing battle with constraining 
Cordelia's ample bosom. It seemed like the brunette's big breasts were going to be falling out 
of those too small cups at any moment now... something to which Buffy was most eager to 
lend a helping hand.

The Slayer's mouth turned dry as her eyes fully took in this picture of perfection, and the 
familiar, intense feeling of desire for the cheerleader rose up again.

"Very nice!" Buffy finally concluded in an almost worshipful tone.

Cordelia smirked at the blonde's comment but didn't say anything.

With a slightly trembling hand, Buffy reached out for the string that held the skimpy top 
together, noting with satisfaction that Cordy obediently kept her hands in place, even though 
she was about to expose her tits. Savouring the heady mix of power and lust she felt, she 
untied the top and let it slide down.

Instantly, the cheerleader's breasts sprang free, lightly bouncing as the top dropped to the 
ground.

The Slayer took the newly freed mammaries in her hand and happily played with the 
brunette's bouncy twins for a while... Looking straight into the cheerleader's eyes, she gave 
each of the erect nipples a quick pinch & pull, listening with delight at the small grunt coming 
from Cordelia's lips... Buffy lightly tugged and twisted the brunette's nipples some more and 
noticed a deep red flush appearing on Cordy's face.

After having her way with the brunette's boobs, Buffy moved her hands down to the 
cheerleader's slim waist. A few seconds later, the green bikini bottom joins the green top on 
the ground.

Buffy felt a sense of completeness now that she has Cordelia completely naked in front of her 
again. With her eyes fixated on the brunette's neat triangle of brown curls, she played her 
hands across the cheerleader's firm, beautiful body... 

The blonde's roving hands slowly but surely made their way down towards the May Queen's 
centre... Finally meeting there, they petted and played with the brunette's soft patch of fur.

Buffy got up from the chair and, after moving the cheerleader a few steps backwards, kneeled 
in front of her and moved her face only inches away from Cordy's slit. Almost tentatively, she 
stroked and caressed the cheerleader's pussy. 

After a few minutes of playing with Cordy's cunt, she used the fingers of both hands to part 
the brunette's labia-lips and peered inside the well-exposed opening.

Utilizing her eyes, fingers and mouth, the Slayer took her sweet time to study and explore 
every inch of the scrumptious pussy before her, enjoying the tasty nectar that flowed from the 
cheerleader's tight tunnel...

She interrupted her investigation of Cordelia's private parts to look at the cheerleader's face 
and saw the brunette glaring down at her; Cordy's glare seemed to hold a mixture of 
annoyance, incredulity and arousal.

Giving the brunette a wink, Buffy moved her hands to the girl's waist and slowly turned her 
round 'till she was looking straight at the cheerleader's beautiful behind.

She placed her hands on Cordy's round buttocks and started stroking the two well-defined, 
firm globes.

"You've got such a wonderful round tight ass, Cordy," Buffy commented to the cheerleader. 
"It's a shame that I've got to spank it so often."

Cordelia ignored the compliment and the little jibe, standing stoically while the blonde Slayer 
fondled her from behind.

"Let me see that beautiful butt a little better... bend over and touch your toes."

Buffy wasn't entirely sure but she thought she saw Cordelia make an obscene gesture her 
way. Maybe she just imagined it, because the brunette obediently leaned over and presented 
her ass... On the other hand, Cordy did seem a bit more pissed off, and also quieter, than 
usual.

Maybe a refreshing dive in the pool would improve the cheerleader's bad mood, the Slayer 
considered. It would certainly cool off Cordy's red butt... She also could use a nice, cool 
swim herself since she was feeling plenty hot right now... first though, she wanted to play a 
little more with Cordelia's magnificent body.

"Mmmm... very good," Buffy told the brunette while patting her on the butt. It was better 
then good actually, bending over like this the cheerleader's round butt resembled a delicious 
looking, juicy red apple... one that she would love to sink her teeth in.

She gazed deferentially at this spectacular sight before issuing her next command, "Now I 
want you to reach back and spread your cheeks, so I can get a better look."

"God! Could you possible be a bigger perv?!" the cheerleader called back over her shoulder.

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!

After this bit of "encouragement" from Buffy, Cordelia bowed her head down again and - 
without any further commentary - reached back and pried apart her buttocks.

Buffy felt an increasing heat in her groin as she stared at both of the cheerleader's exposed 
openings. It's already incredibly arousing to see all of Cordy's charms uncovered and up-
close, but to have Sunnydale High's most popular girl hold herself open like this made the 
whole experience almost unworldly...

Hastily unbuttoning her cut-offs, she slipped a hand inside and placed it on her throbbing 
centre. After giving her clit a few gentle rubs she inserted a finger into her dripping pussy and 
started fingering herself, meanwhile inspecting the brown-haired beauty's cunt and asshole.

Leaning closer, the Slayer stroked her left hand across the cheerleader's upturned buttocks 
while her right hand remained busy between her legs...

Slowly she moved her hand lower until it was caressing Cordy's slit. She then stuck out a 
finger and dipped it inside Cordelia's moist little cunt.

A gasp came from the cheerleader and a grin appeared on the Slayer's lips when she noticed 
just how wet her reluctant lover already is. 'Despite Cordelia's many protestations, she 
always seems to be soaking wet when I feel her up.'

In the same pace that she used to finger-fuck herself, Buffy started sliding her finger in and 
out the cheerleader's sopping slot.

She waited until they were both pretty worked up, then pulled out the finger covered with 
Cordy's juices. Buffy circled the well-lubricated digit around the brunette's little pink asshole 
a couple of times, then pushed it inside.

"HEY!!!" Cordelia cried out, when with one quick thrust the blonde stuck an entire finger up 
her ass.

The cheerleader leapt forwards, dislodging Buffy's finger from her butt. Turning around, she 
shot a glare at the infuriating blonde. "Keep your fingers out of my ass, bitch! That's where I 
draw the line."

Buffy smirked at the annoyed brunette and stood up. "I think we both need to cool off a bit," 
she told the cheerleader while pulling her hand from her cut-offs. "Let's take a quick dip in 
the pool."

Cordelia looked down at her own nudity, then - with a look of uncertainty - eyed the few 
pieces of clothing which the Slayer was still wearing. "It looks to me like you're wearing a bit 
much for swimming."

Buffy shot back a smile. "You may undress me," she said with a haughty voice that sounded 
remarkably much like Cordelia's.

The cheerleader's eyes narrowed as she glared at the blonde. "What am I? Your slave?"

Instead of responding, Buffy just smirked and stared at the brunette.

Cordelia got her "bitch" on and stared back with full intensity... However, she soon got tired 
of this staring contest and felt herself becoming flustered. The knowledge that the Slayer 
could kick, or spank, her ass anytime she wanted made her a bit uncomfortable and feel like 
this whole staring match was pretty much meaningless: If Buffy really wanted her assistance 
in undressing then she hadn't have much choice but to do what the blonde wanted... either 
that or probably get another spanking, and she certainly wasn't in the mood for that.

Issuing the smirking girl a look of utter disgust, Cordelia stepped closer and began removing 
the blonde's tight tank top. Buffy didn't help a whole lot, but with a lot of tugging she 
managed to pull it off over the Slayer's head, thereby freeing the other girl's firm, apple-sized 
breasts.

'She obviously changed before coming over here,' Cordelia silently observed. 'Because I 
certainly would have remembered if she wore this outfit to school.'

For a few seconds the cheerleader stared at her adversary's pink-tipped tits, then quickly 
kneeled down and tugged at the Slayer's shorts, trying to complete her task as swiftly and 
efficiently as possible.

With a hard pull she yanked the cut-offs down to the blonde's knees, and found herself staring 
straight at Buffy's bald snatch. Glancing up, she saw the Slayer smiling down at her.

"I've a feeling this ain't gonna be the last time you'll be down on your knees staring at my 
cunt, Cordy."

Cordelia's cheeks and ears turned a bright red. Looking down again, she pretended to cough 
in her hand, "Ugh-Bitch-ughhh!" 

"Very smooth, Cordy," Buffy chuckled from above her. "Now get to work again on getting 
these cut-offs off of me."

The brunette started tugging on the shorts again and managed to quickly pull them down the 
blonde's legs. Lifting the other girl's feet one by one, she removed the cut-offs and laid them 
on the table.

Having completed her task, Cordelia glanced up again at the smiling Slayer.

"That's a good girl," Buffy told the cheerleader while giving her a little pat on the head. "As a 
reward I'll make you cum after our little swim."

With a fluid motion, the cheerleader got up on her feet. Straightening to her full length, she 
folded her arms across her chest and scowled at the smaller blonde. "You know, Buffy... It's 
one thing that you spank my ass and make me lick your pussy, but I could really do without 
those little pats and the condescending remarks - I'm not your fuckin' bitch!"

The Slayer's eyes sparkled angrily and she folded her arms in front of her, mimicking the 
cheerleader's pose. "I don't think YOU of all people should complain about condescending 
remarks, Cordy... NOT when you're the Queen of condescending remarks in Sunnydale High 
--and possibly of the entire state of California," Buffy heatedly retorted. "As for not being my 
bitch... well, wrong again!" With those three words, the Slayer put one hand on Cordy's 
backside and placed the other behind her head, and drew the stunned brunette in for a kiss.

Conquering the cheerleader's lips, Buffy put all the passion, anger, lust and love she felt for 
Cordelia in this one kiss. The lip-lock lasted for several minutes and it didn't take long before 
Buffy felt the tall brunette starting to respond and return the kiss. Encouraged by the 
cheerleader's response, the Slayer removed the hand that was holding the other girl's head 
and lowered it to join with the hand on Cordy's butt.

With both hands conveniently on the brunette's behind, Buffy began kneading Cordy's firm, 
round buttocks, immensely enjoying the feel of those well-muscled globes in her hands 
combined with the sensation of the cheerleader's soft lips pressing against her own.

When their lips finally parted they were swollen from the kiss and the bewildered brunette 
had to hold on to the Slayer due to her trembling legs.

Once Cordelia had regained some of her strength and could stand on her own again, Buffy 
took a step back and watched the confused cheerleader with a somewhat smug smile on her 
face.

Still a bit dazed from the Slayer's words and the subsequent kiss, Cordelia silently gazed at 
the blonde's exposed body. 'At least Buffy is as naked as me for a change,' she pondered 
absently while studying her nemesis' nude form. 'She may be a bitch queen from hell, but 
she's also got one hell of a body,' Cordelia grudgingly admitted to herself. 'I have to give her 
credit for that.'

Meanwhile, Buffy was performing her own little study of Cordy's naked body and thinking 
the exact same thing. The blonde's smile grew bigger when she noticed the brunette's 
distracted look.

Cordelia squealed in surprise when the Slayer suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the 
pool.

With the cheerleader in her arms, Buffy leaped into the pool, shouting: "GERONIMO!!"

The brunette only just managed to call the Slayer something that questioned the blonde's 
parents' marital status at the time that Buffy was born, before both their heads were 
submerged.

*****

About the same time, a blonde and a brown-haired head popped up from beneath the water's 
surface; the blonde was smiling while the dark-haired girl coughed and spit out a mouthful of 
water.

Buffy paddled merrily around the coughing brunette while the cheerleader regained her 
bearings. "Did you say something to me right before we went under?" she inquired once 
Cordelia was breathing normally again.

Cordelia responded to the blonde's question with an innocent look. "Nope, nothing."

Buffy smirked at the cheerleader. "Hmmm, I must have imagined it then." 

The brunette smirked back and began to swim a lap around the pool. The Slayer followed 
closely behind her, and soon they were swimming side-by-side...

When they completed their twentieth lap, Buffy slowed down and nodded at the diving board 
that was installed at the far end of the pool. "Do you use that often?"

Cordelia followed the Slayer's look and managed to shrug while keep on swimming. "Not 
really, I usually just swim laps... besides, diving results in bad hair."

Buffy giggled and started making her way to the end of the pool.

Pulling herself from the water, the Slayer climbed on the diving board and walked to the end.

Cordelia stared in amazement as the blonde jumped up and down on the diving board, going 
higher and higher, then propelled herself up. After doing a triple somersault in the air, the 
Slayer dived straight down into the cool water.

"Show off!" the cheerleader muttered, feeling both jealous and awed at the same time. 
Looking around, she waited for Buffy to pop her bottle-blonde head above the water...

Cordelia started scanning the pool a bit more anxiously when a minute later the Slayer still 
hadn't surfaced.

The brunette let out a startled yelp when she suddenly felt a hand between her legs goosing 
her from behind. Wide-eyed she turned her head and wasn't really surprised to find herself 
looking straight into Buffy's smiling face.

"Why you little..." Cordelia pounced on the smirking blonde and used the only weapon 
available to her: tickling. With impressive skill she tickled the other girl's sides, belly and 
armpits, turning the mighty Slayer into a giggling schoolgirl.

When Buffy finally got a small pause to catch her breath, she quickly dived under and swam 
behind Cordelia, then retaliated in much the same manner; the only difference was that 
besides tickling her she also took the opportunity to feel up the cheerleader whenever she 
could.

At first Cordelia put up some token resistance, tickling the Slayer back and splashing water in 
the blonde's face. She also escaped Buffy's arms a couple of times (with a little help from 
Buffy herself) and swam around the pool while the other girl chased her... Gradually she 
resisted the blonde's advances less and less... then when Buffy caught her for the third time, 
she allowed the Slayer to have her way with her (she was getting horny herself and figured the 
blonde had earned it by now).

With her arms spread out she floated in the water while her classmate's naked body pressed 
against her back and Buffy's small, yet strong hands were busy at her front - the blonde's left 
hand playing with her tits while the other one diddled her slit...

Cordelia was really getting worked up now and was close to cumming when the Slayer 
suddenly decided she wanted to continue somewhere dryer.

"Let's get out of the pool," Buffy whispered while reluctantly moving her hands away from 
the brunette's big breasts and tight little slit she'd so happily been fondling. Without waiting 
for a reply, she took the cheerleader's hand and swam towards the pool stairs.

"There are towels in there," Cordelia mentioned as she climbed out off the pool, pointing at a 
small closet that was cleverly build into the terrace.

"Nice," the blonde observed, while retrieving two large white towels from the cupboard. "and 
handy as well."

Walking back to the dripping cheerleader, Buffy handed her a towel and shot the brunette an 
impish smile. "I do you and you do me," she told her while rubbing the soft cotton across 
Cordy's very appealing curves.

"Are we talking about drying each other off here, or getting each other off?" Cordelia 
questioned with a smirk.

The Slayer's smile grew bigger and she gave the cheerleader a wink. "One thing at a time, 
Cordy."

After they towelled each other dry, Buffy sat down on one of the comfy lawn chairs and 
pulled the naked cheerleader down on her lap. She put her arms around the beautiful brunette 
and pulled her in for a kiss.

The cheerleader seemed remarkably pliant and accepted the kiss without any objection. When 
Buffy returned her hand between Cordelia's legs and slid a finger inside her, she discovered 
why: the brunette was soaking wet, and Buffy didn't think it was because of the pool water. 
'Mmmm, it seems our playtime in the pool did more than just improve Cordy's mood,' the 
blonde noted with appreciation. 'It also made her horny as hell.'

With one hand busy between the cheerleader's legs, the Slayer moved her other hand to the 
brunette's big breasts and fondled each of them in turn. 'I really love playing with Cordy's 
humongous titties,' Buffy thought for at least the twentieth time this week. 'You'd think that 
just about anything would get boring when doing it lots of times, but I seriously doubt that's 
true in this case,' she considered while she kneaded the firm flesh and rolled the cheerleader's 
stiff, swollen nipples between her fingers.

While lowering her head, Buffy raised the brunette's right breast until her mouth could reach 
the rock-hard nipple. She swirled her tongue around it a couple of times, and then took the red 
knob into her mouth, lightly biting down on it. Hearing a moan of pleasure coming from the 
cheerleader, she sucked the entire nipple into her mouth and hungrily sucked and nibbled on 
the stiff nubbin.

Cordelia groaned in reaction to the combined stimulation of Buffy's mouth on her breasts and 
the Slayer's finger in her slit. "Ohhhh, Mmm-Mmmmm... OH!!! Ohhh yessss!!" Arching her 
back, she pushed her breast further into the blonde's devouring mouth. 

"Godddd!!" Cordelia cried out as the Slayer abruptly added a second finger in her pussy, 
while at the same time rubbing her clit. "Mmmmm... Ohhhhhh... that feels soooo good," the 
brunette delightfully purred. With a blissful smile on her lips, she closed her eyes and let the 
blonde's thrusting fingers and skilful mouth bring her closer and closer to a very much-
needed orgasm. 'I suppose that being Buffy's bitch has its perks... Not that I'm going to let 
Dominina over there, get away with treating me like her bitch, of course,' she quickly told 
herself. 'But for now, there's now harm in letting her have her wicked way with me... It's not 
like I have much of a choice anyway.'

While her fingers fucked Cordelia's cunt at a steadily increasing pace, Buffy started stroking 
her thumb across the cheerleader's clit, making the brunette shake on her lap.

"Ohhhhh GOD!!!" '...and she's certainly wicked,' the cheerleader silently added. Unable and 
unwilling to hold her orgasm back any longer, she started humping the Slayer's fingers in 
earnest.

The Slayer let Cordy's nipple slip from her lips when the brunette started riding her fingers. 
She replaced her mouth with her hand and watched with relish as the normally haughty 
cheerleader bounced uninhibitedly up and down her lap, the brunette's big tits bouncing in 
sync as she enthusiastically fucked herself on Buffy's fingers.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhh! Ungh!! OH! OH! Ohhhhhh!!!!" Cordelia panted loudly as she started to 
cum.

Buffy sensed the brunette's impending orgasm and pinched her clit and nipple just as she 
came.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cordy climaxed with a loud yell and shot her juices all over the 
blonde's hand; if it hadn't been for Buffy's other hand (and quick reaction) she probably 
would've fallen off of the Slayer's lap. She moaned softly as the blonde's fingers continued to 
slide in and out her slit (though thankfully, a lot slower and gentler then a minute ago). With a 
smile of total gratification on her face, she snuggled into the Slayer's lap and enjoyed the 
blonde's tender ministrations.

*****

In a mansion about a mile away, loud cheering, whistling and applauding could be heard.

"The Slayer really did that bitch good," was the general consensus among the vampires as 
they talked about the incredible show they're watching.

"ENOUGH!!" a booming voice suddenly interrupted their chatter.

The gossiping group of vamps became instantly silent and they gazed nervously at their irate 
leader.

"This spell is supposed to be about information gathering," Angelus angrily berated his clan. 
"This is NOT a fucking peepshow!"

The entire group did a quick step back as Angelus demonic features replaced his human face. 
"Now get the fuck out of my sight!!"

The vampires shuffled their feet uneasily, looking at each other and then back at the master 
vampire.

"NOW!!!" Angelus roared.

The group instantly recoiled and scampered up the stairs.

Five seconds later, Angelus and his two kin were the only ones left in the basement.

"Alone at last," Spike chuckled. "You sure know how to clear a room, Angelus... What 
happened to your great idea to include the other members of the clan in your campaign 
against the Slayer?"

"My plan didn't entail that bunch of louts gawking at my ex-girlfriend," the dark-haired vamp 
sneered.

"And your ex-girlfriend's girlfriend," the bleach-blonde vampire grinned. "Let's not forget 
about her."

Druscilla stopped any reply of Angelus by letting out a tired moan. "Ohhhhh... it's getting 
harder to keep a hold on the magic, my darlin' boys... Can I let the vision of these naughty, 
naughty girls go now?"

"Uhm, can you hold on just a little bit longer, Dru?" Spike asked. "I think we could use a bit 
more information."

"I believe you may be right for once, William," Angelus said with a smile, deep in thought 
while staring in the cauldron. "We're learning all sorts of... interesting things about dear, 
innocent Buffy."

"Yeah, like that bit when she spanked the cheerleader's arse. Who knew the little bint could 
be such a dominatrix." Spike smirked at the older vampire. "I guess we now know who wore 
the pants in your relationship with the Slayer, eh peaches?"

Angelus drew his eyes away from the two naked girls in the cauldron's reflection and glared 
at his impudent Childe. "Maybe it's time I give you another lesson about showing your Sire 
the proper respect, Spikey."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, mate," Spike said with a grin. "Take a peak at Dru's 
Technicolor Slayer Special instead, it looks like the action is about to continue.

*****

Buffy smiled at the comfortably resting young woman on her lap. Cordelia lay cuddled in her 
arms with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. Looking like this, the cheerleader 
didn't seem very bitchy.

The brunette opened her eyes and gazed back at the blonde. "So... anymore depraved 
activities planned for today, or was this it?" she sniped at the Slayer.

Buffy smirked. Of course, once Cordelia opens her mouth, any doubts about her bitchiness 
instantly disappeared.

"There's still more to come, Cordy," Buffy informed the brunette. "Like myself for instance," 
she added with a grin. Cradling the naked girl in her arms, she slowly stood up and walked 
towards the nearby sunning bed (she had her eye on that bed for almost an hour now, and 
could hardy wait to try it out with the cheerleader).

With a glint in her eyes that showed the anticipation she was feeling, Buffy laid the still 
somewhat dazed brunette down on the stretcher.

"And now what?" Cordelia curiously asked.

Buffy issued the brunette a wicked smile. "Just lie still for now, and I'll take care of the rest."

The Slayer took a step back to get a good view of the stretched out cheerleader... After 
considering Cordy's pose for a moment, she stepped closer again and leaned down. Putting 
her hands on the brunette's thighs, she spread the cheerleader's legs until each of the girl's 
feet were dangling down the sides of the sunning bed.

Stepping back a pace, the blonde surveyed her work. The eye-catching scene before her made 
her mouth water. What a picture Cordelia made, lying there totally naked with her legs spread 
apart - the cheerleader's glistening cunt clearly visible between her widespread legs.

Still, there was room for improvement. Retrieving another towel from the hidden cabinet, she 
walked back to Cordelia, made her lift her ass up and put the folded towel underneath.

She took a step back again and judged the effect of the towel beneath the brunette's butt. 
Absolute perfection! The towel lifted Cordelia slightly up, making her pelvis jut out and 
making it appear like the cheerleader was being presented for sex... which, of course, she 
was. 

Buffy crawled on the stretcher and kneeled between the brunette's widely-spread legs. 
Dipping her head down, she buried her face in the cheerleader's snatch and licked up the 
leftover juices of Cordy's previous orgasm.

"OH!!!" Cordelia exclaimed in surprise and pleasure as the blonde started eating her out. "I... 
Ohhh! I thought it was-- Mmmm... your turn to cum now?"

The Slayer lifted her head from the scrumptious pussy she was enjoying; she stared at the 
cheerleader through intense green eyes and slowly, sensually licked her lips - resembling very 
much a feline predator.

Cordelia swallowed nervously when confronted with the hungry look the Slayer was sending 
her.

Seeing this brought a roguish smile to the blonde's lips.

Raising herself up on all fours, Buffy slowly crawled across the cheerleader's nude body 'till 
she came face to face with the anxious brunette. She lowered her face until their noses 
touched. The May Queen closed her eyes and let out a tiny whimper, which made a surge of 
lust shoot through the Slayer's body.

"I'm getting to that now, Cordy," she whispered in the brunette's ear. Buffy lowered herself 
until she was on top of the cheerleader -missionary-style- and rubbed her clit against Cordy's 
cunt.

The Slayer closed her eyes as she enjoyed the wonderful friction against her clitoris, each 
movement sending sparks of lust to her brain.

The sudden chafing against her crotch caused the cheerleader to open her eyes and stare with 
amazement at the unbelievable sight of Buffy Summers humping her pussy. "Just when you 
think you've seen it all," she muttered to herself.

Buffy opened her eyes and glared down at the brunette. "No commentary please, it's kinda 
distracting."

The cheerleader seemed just about to say something, but instead closed her mouth and silently 
watched as the blonde rubbed up against her. '*She's* the one riding me like a horny dog, 
and *I'm* suppose to be the bitch in this relationship?!' she thought indignantly. Cordelia, 
however, was wise enough to keep this observation to herself.

Closing her eyes again, the Slayer let out a contented little sigh as the constant stimulus 
against her clit brought her swiftly to a much-needed orgasm... A smile appeared on the 
blonde's lips as she imagined that she's fucking Cordelia right now - giving the stuck-up, 
funny, tactless, beautiful brunette a good, hard fucking with a strap-on dildo... 'Which is 
exactly what my beautiful, yet snobbish little bitch needs.'

While picturing herself ploughing the cheerleader's virgin cunt with the biggest fake cock she 
could get her hands on, Buffy felt her orgasm approaching. A deep-red flush crept on the 
Slayer's cheeks, and she started humping the brunette's bush more urgently.

"Oh! Oh! Oh God!! Ohhhh!! Oh yes!! YES! YES!! OHHHHHHH!!!!"

After shouting out her climax, Buffy gradually moved slower, drawing out her orgasm as long 
as she could.

Feeling a lot more fulfilled then she did fifteen minutes ago, the blonde sat up and stretched 
her arms, a lazy smile on her face as she gazed into the cheerleader's eyes. "Mmmmm... 
that's one."

The Slayer slid a hand between her legs and pushed two of her digits inside her still dripping 
slit, moving them around while Cordelia watched her with wide-open eyes. Giving the 
cheerleader a little wink, she pulled the girl-cum covered fingers back out and brought them 
to her mouth; her face a picture of enjoyment as she carefully licked and sucked every drop of 
her own secretions from her fingers... She smacked her lips after she finished with her little 
"snack" and put her fingers back in her pussy... pulling them out again she this time offered 
her cum-drenched digits to the cheerleader's mouth.

After a slight hesitation, Cordelia took the Slayer's fingers into her mouth and licked them 
clean. She watched somewhat amazed as the blonde fingered her slot again and lapped up the 
juices.

Having cleaned her fingers, Buffy stuck them in her cunt once more, but this time returned the 
sticky digits to Cordy's mouth instead of her own. She really got off on the depravity of the 
situation: switching between drinking her own pussy-juice (which she never done before) and 
feeding her juices to the cheerleader.

What an incredible turn on to watch lil Miss May Queen lick her fingers clean!

She repeated the process several times until the two of them had drank most of her juices and 
she was getting in the mood for another kink.

Buffy crawled up Cordelia's naked body again and squatted above the brunette's breasts. She 
slowly lowered herself... Twisting a little to the side, she managed to bring her pussy down 
directly onto Cordy's left nipple.

A shudder of delight went through the Slayer as the thick nipple slipped inside her slit. With 
careful movements, she moved her cunt up and down the erect nubbin and started riding the 
cheerleader's left tit.

Feeling both shocked and aroused by the wickedness of this scene, Cordelia simply watched 
in wonder as the blonde used one of her breasts to get herself off. "This just gets better and 
better, doesn't it?" she couldn't help but comment.

"Not for you, it will," answered the slightly annoyed Slayer. "Because one more wisecrack 
and you'll be across my lap again, getting another spanking."

"Okay, okay, I'll keep my mouth shut," Cordelia hastily exclaimed, not in the mood for a 
second spanking on her still somewhat sore behind.

"That's good," Buffy moaned while fucking herself faster on the cheerleader's hard nipple. 
"Because your mouth will be plenty busy, soon enough."

Cordelia swallowed nervously while pondering the Slayer's words.

The expression on her face was one of total rapture as the Slayer grinded her little butt on the 
brunette's breast, moaning with delight each time the stiff nubbin penetrated her deeper. She 
slid a hand down her belly till it reached her clit, rubbing her little love-button as she rode the 
cheerleader's tit.

Within five minutes of frigging her clit and riding Cordy's left tit, Buffy felt another orgasm 
rapidly approaching. She moved her free hand to her breasts and pinched her rock-hard 
nipples. With one hand stroking her clit and the other playing with her tits, she used her strong 
legs to push herself up and down on the brunette's large nipple.

"Mmmmm.... Yesssssss!!" she hissed excitedly and started humping the cheerleader faster, 
franticly rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples at the same time.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" With one final loud yell, Buffy slumped down on 
the naked brunette, panting heavily as she recovered from her orgasm.

"That's two," the Slayer groaned, and wasted little time in parking her butt on the 
cheerleader's pretty face.

"Now eat me." She firmly ordered.

Cordelia silently stared at the Slayer's glistening snatch for a moment, and then got to work. 
She stuck out her tongue and began lapping up the blonde's sweet secretions.

Swiping her tongue across every inch of Buffy's bald little cunt, and even across her thighs, 
Cordelia did a thorough job of cleaning up every drop of the girl's delectable juices she could 
find.

Drinking down the last few drops of pussy-juice, the cheerleader smacked her lips. Buffy's 
pussy tasted pretty good, she had to give the blonde bitca credit for that as well. Sticking out 
her tongue she flicked it a few times against the Slayer's stiff clit, making the blonde groan in 
response. Then she circled around the taut button and plunged deep inside Buffy's wet, hot 
hole.

"Ohhhhh!! Soooo good!" Buffy happily crooned.

Cordelia let the tip of her tongue vibrate and probed every inch of the Slayer's tight channel, 
absently noticing that the blonde seemed to like this (judging by the way she was humping her 
face).

With the use of her expert tongue, it took the brunette less then five minutes to transform the 
Mighty Slayer into a panting, moaning and shaking girl...

"Oh Fuckkk! YES!!! Eat my cunt!" Buffy cried out in ecstasy and pressed the cheerleader's 
face against her crotch.

Having suddenly a little trouble breathing (due to her face being firmly wedged in Buffy's 
snatch), Cordelia decided that bringing the blonde off was now one of her top priorities. She 
started thrusting her tongue in and out the Slayer's slit as quickly as she could while rubbing 
the blonde's clit with her nose.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Godddd!! I'm coming again!! I'M GOING TO CUM FOR THE THIRD 
FUCKING TIME!!!!" Buffy loudly announced. 

'Great! Thanks for sharing that with me,' Cordy absently thought, while shuddering from the 
incredible sound volume of the blonde's passionate exclamation. 'For such a small girl, she 
sure makes one hell of a racket! It's a good thing there's plenty of distance between us and 
our neighbours' property...'

Thinking back to earlier, it suddenly occurred to the cheerleader what she needed to bring 
Buffy over the edge. She grabbed the Slayer's firm buttocks in each hand, pried them apart, 
and with one quick push: inserted her right middle finger all the way inside the blonde's tight 
asshole.

"I'M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!!" the Slayer shrieked instantly.

Cordelia was well aware of that; because the moment Buffy came her pussy started spilling a 
flow of juices. 'My God! Where does it all come from?' the cheerleader thought amazed. 
'Well, at least now I don't have to get myself another Coke,' she considered while drinking 
down the stream of secretions.

"And that's three," Buffy sighed with a satisfied smile. Climbing down from the cheerleader 
(which -in turn- brought a sigh of relief from Cordelia), she laid beside the brunette and 
started stroking Cordy's long beautiful hair while gazing down at her.

Cordelia raised an eyebrow at the Slayer's somewhat strange behaviour, which brought a grin 
to the blonde's face.

"You were wonderful, Cordy," Buffy smiled. "Now aren't you happy that I helped you 
discover your hidden talent at eatin' pussy?" she teased the brunette.

Cordelia responded with a grimace. "You mean like I seemed to have helped you bring out 
your inner bitch?" she retorted wryly.

The Slayer smirked and playfully tapped the brunette's nose. "Tsk! Remember, Cordy: You 
are the bitch here."

The cheerleader narrowed her eyes, which only seemed to increase Buffy's mirth. "Do I need 
to give you another reminder who's in charge here, sweetie?" she inquired innocently.

Cordelia sighed in defeat and shook her head.

"Good," Buffy smiled while stroking her hand across the brunette's naked form. "Because it 
would be a shame if I had to smack your little butt so soon again."

'Yeah, I'm sure you'd feel really sad about that,' Cordelia thought to herself.

"Sooo, are you ready for the next round?" Buffy asked with a grin.

The cheerleader's eyes widened in alarm.

"Don't worry, Cordy," the Slayer reassured her. "It's just that since you did me so well, you 
deserve a little reward."

Cordelia looked on curiously as the blonde grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion from the nearby 
table and poured a generous amount of lotion in her hand.

"Just lie back and relax," Buffy said soothingly and started rubbing the cream all over the 
cheerleader's tanned skin - making sure to pay extra attention to Cordy's big breasts and her 
slit, which she coated with a triple layer of the vanilla-scented lotion.

Cordelia moaned from all the stimulation the Slayer was giving her tits and pussy and spread 
her legs a bit further apart, inviting Buffy's hand between them.

The silent invitation didn't go unnoticed by the Slayer. A second later, her hand was on top of 
the cheerleader's cunt and without delay she slipped two fingers inside.

The brunette grunted at the abrupt invasion but spread her legs even wider to accommodate 
the Slayer's hand.

Buffy grinned at the cheerleader's obvious enjoyment. Her grin grew bigger when she noticed 
Cordelia looking at her from under her eyelashes.

She gave the brunette a little wink. "Play with your tits for me, Cordy," she ordered her.

Cordelia obediently brought her hands to her chest and began fondling her breasts while the 
Slayer diddled her slit.

This erotic sight made Buffy bring her free hand to her own pussy. She played with Cordy's 
cunt and her own for a while, before issuing another command. "Turn around, sweetie."

The cheerleader looked at her a bit puzzled, but after only a moments hesitation turned around 
onto her belly.

"Good girl," Buffy teasingly praised the brunette and gave her a playful smack on the bottom.

Instead of protesting, the cheerleader just moaned in response.

Grabbing the bottle of suntan lotion again, she squirted another dose of the cream on her hand 
and started applying it to Cordelia's back, legs and buttocks.

She rubbed the oily substance in 'till every inch of the brunette's beautiful body was 
glistening with the lotion.

Once that task was completed, the Slayer lifted Cordy up and positioned the naked, tan girl on 
her hands and knees on top of the stretcher. With a smile she surveyed the cheerleader's 
unintentionally lustful pose: totally naked, on all fours, her trim body glistening from the 
suntan oil... 'Mmmm! Could there possibly be anything more appealing than this?'

Buffy kneeled down behind the brunette. While staring between the other girl's legs at her 
dangling breasts, she started fingering both their pussies again.

The cheerleader's big breasts had quickly become her two most favourite toys, and it wasn't 
long before Buffy couldn't control herself any longer and just had to feel those two perfect tits 
in her hands again.

Lying on the brunette's back, she reached around and took both the dangling globes in her 
hands, softly squeezing the firm flesh between her fingers.

Cordelia felt the stiff pebbles of Buffy's nipples press against her back while the Slayer 
fondled her tits, and let out a low moan.

"You like that, do ya?" the blonde grinned, then started toying with the cheerleader's rock-
hard nipples: rolling the taut buttons between her thumb and forefinger and giving them a 
little pinch.

Feeling incredibly horny now, Cordelia moaned with appreciation while the gentle torture of 
her tits continued.

While fondling Cordy's boobs, Buffy rubbed her pussy against the brunette's slick buttocks 
and humped the girl's ass until she'd worked up a sexual frenzy in both herself and the 
cheerleader.

Panting heavily, Buffy let herself slide down Cordy's back until she was kneeling behind her 
again. She immediately reinserted her fingers into the cheerleader's snatch and continued 
finger fucking the beautiful brunette.

Her lotion-lubricated fingers slid in and out Cordelia cunt like a pair of well-oiled pistons, 
which - in combination with staring straight at the brunette's round little butt - reminded her 
of something else she had planned for the cheerleader.

Placing her free hand on Cordy's firm buttocks, she started stroking the cheerleader's ass. 
Making sure to keep the brunette distracted by diddling her slit. After continuing this for a 
minute she slowly let a finger slide inside Cordy's crack, moving it closer and closer to the 
cheerleader's tight little asshole... then, with one quick push, she shoved the oily digit all the 
way inside the brunette's back entrance.

Cordelia drew in her breath at this unexpected invasion.

Buffy got herself ready to grab the brunette in case she planned to bolt, but the cheerleader 
just shuddered and moaned a little, and kept her position.

The Slayer smiled with satisfaction and started moving her finger back and forth, going 
gradually faster.

When it seemed like the cheerleader had adapted to the finger inside her butt, Buffy pulled it 
out and then pushed two fingers back instead.

Cordelia grunted in surprise and tried to dislodge the blonde's digits. But Buffy had 
anticipated that move and swiftly moved her hand from Cordy's pussy and wrapped it around 
the cheerleader's thighs, keeping her in place.

The brunette groaned as the Slayer pushed her fingers deeper inside her but didn't try to move 
away again.

Buffy smiled and released Cordy's legs. Her smile grew bigger when she moved her hand 
back to the cheerleader's pussy and discovered just how wet and aroused her classmate 
already is because of her.

"Mmmmm, you're so wet, Cordy..." Buffy purred while slowly sliding her index and middle 
fingers in and out the brunette's bunghole. "And so incredibly tight."

"I won't be tight for long if you keep this up," Cordelia managed to get out between groans. 
'Damn! I swear that bitch is getting more depraved by the second,' the cheerleader told 
herself.

The Slayer snickered in response.

With quick, hard thrusts she moved her fingers in and out the cheerleader's rosette while 
using her other hand to play with Cordelia's clit. 'Cordy's getting close now,' Buffy observed 
as she listened to the brunette's rapid breathing and felt her increased wetness. 'Time to try for 
three,' she decided with a wicked smile.

Cordelia mewled in protest when a third finger was abruptly added in her ass. She tried to 
move away but Buffy held her firmly in her grasp again and pushed the three fingers deeper 
inside.

"Loosen up those ass-muscles, Cordelia... I know you can take it!" she encouraged the 
cheerleader, and pushed her fingers in half an inch deeper.

Cordelia shuddered as her tiny asshole was stretched further open by the Slayer's probing 
digits and tried to relax.

"That's it, Cordy! Relax that ass!!" the Slayer cheered, moving her hand away from the 
cheerleader's pussy to her give her an encouraging pat on the butt.

"Almost there, baby. Just a little bit further..." With that, Buffy plunged her fingers all the 
way inside.

"Fuck!!" The cheerleader whipped up her head and grunted in discomfort as the Slayer's 
digits mercilessly invaded her ass. Beads of sweat rolled off of her forehead, but as Buffy 
placed a hand on her pussy again and started stroking her clit, the pain of those three fingers 
up her butt slowly transformed into pleasure.

Her body shook with a combination of lust and discomfort when Buffy's fingers began 
fucking her again.

"It's a shame you can't see my fingers filling up your ass, Cordy," the Slayer exclaimed with 
a note of satisfaction in her voice. "It's really an amazing sight to behold."

At another mansion, the three vampires who were watching the proceedings with a 
combination of awe and arousal totally agreed with the Slayer's words.

"Ohhh FUCK!!" Cordelia grunted again, as the blonde's triple digits inside her asshole started 
really fucking her hard and fast...  'I can't believe that fucking bitch is actually finger-fucking 
my ass with three fuckin' fingers!' A moan of pleasure unwillingly escaped her lips.

"Yeah! You like that, don't ya?" Buffy growled as she plunged her fingers in and out the 
cheerleader's butt. She sat back a bit and watched with delight as Cordelia pushed her butt 
backwards and fucked her fingers.

"That's it!! Take my fingers up your ass, you little slut!" Buffy panted excitedly. "God!! I 
love seeing ya like this, Cordy! On all fours, like a bitch in heat, getting fucked in your tiny 
asshole... I only wish I could record this moment."

"So do I," a certain bleached-blonde vampire muttered to himself.

Buffy's words only made the May Queen push her ass back harder and faster against the 
blonde's thrusting fingers, grunting and groaning loudly, totally overcome with lust as an 
incredible orgasm was almost upon her.

"Your ass is MINE, bitch!" she heard the Slayer say just before she screamed out her orgasm.

*****

The image in the cauldron abruptly blinked out as Druscilla suddenly lost consciousness and 
collapsed on the floor.

Still dazed by the amazing show they just witnessed, the two master vampires were unable to 
move and stared in shock at their fallen kin.

Spike let out an -unnecessary- breath of relief as his princess lifted her head and groggily 
looked around. "Couldn't hold the magic any longer," she mumbled. Moaning and muttering 
to herself the exhausted vamp closed her eyes again. 

He wheeled towards his fallen goddess to help her up when his path was suddenly blocked by 
his Sire, who - he noticed - was looking even more full of himself than usual (if such a thing 
is vampirely possible).

"Don't you bother, Spikey," Angelus smirked while lifting Druscilla up in his arms. "I'll take 
care of Dru while you can make yourself useful somewhere else... I think the boys need 
someone to help them sort the dirty laundry into whites and coloured."

Ignoring the look of pure hatred Spike was sending him, Angelus turned his back on the 
disabled vampire and carried his other Childe up the stairs. "Have fun alone in the basement 
working on the laundry, my boy!" he called back over his shoulder. "I'll be upstairs in my 
room, entertaining myself with your dark goddess; watching Buffy and the cheerleader 
together has given me some ideas."

"Mmmm, that sounds naughty, daddy!" Druscilla delightfully replied, clapping her hands 
together like an excited child.

Spike could hear his Sire chuckle while he carried his burden to his room, undoubtedly 
laughing at him. The blonde vampire's demonic face sprang to the surface and he slowly rose 
to his feet.

'No, not yet,' he told himself and dropped back into the wheelchair. Holding back the 
overwhelming urge to jump up the stairs and throttle the smug git. 'I'm not strong enough to 
take him on yet... Sure, I can walk again and I've got a lot of my old strength back, but it will 
take a while longer before I'm fully recovered and ready to kick His Royal Bastard's butt... 
And then I will have my Dru back!'

Putting his asshole of a Sire out of his mind, Spike steered his wheelchair back to the cauldron 
and glanced inside it. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he thought about the display he 
had witnessed here. 'That was some show the Slayer and her girlfriend put on... If not for the 
presence of the ponce and the others, I'd have given them a standing ovation!'

The bleached-blonde vampire stroked his hand across the thick bulge in his trousers while 
replaying the images in his mind. 'The spanking, the fondling and the fucking... It's given me 
a whole new level of respect for the Slayer.'

He wondered what the blonde was doing now, and if she's still busy with the cheerleader.

*****

"I take it there's nobody else in the house?" Buffy questioned while playing with the 
brunette's big nipples.

Cordelia shook her head.

"No parents, no maid?"

"No... neither my parents nor the maid will be back for at least another week."

"Excellent timing," Buffy smiled. She gave Cordelia another quick kiss, and lifted the 
cheerleader up in her arms again. "I've got some great ideas how we can spend the week 
together," she told the brunette while carrying her to the manor. "For instance: we still have to 
think of a way in which you can make it up to me for having that new alarm system installed 
AND for that sign with my picture you put on the gate."

"How about we just forget about that?" Cordelia suggested.

The Slayer smirked and ignored the cheerleader's sour reply. "I think we're gonna have lots 
of fun together while coming up with some "favours" you can do for me to make up for that 
little stunt you pulled." Unknown to the May Queen, a wicked smile formed on Buffy's lips. 
"For example: I've always wanted a lapdance, which seems like a pretty good place to start... 
Whaddaya think, Cordy?" the blonde cheerfully asked.

The cheerleader just whimpered in response.


Chapter 7


Standing by her open locker, Cordelia unfolded the little note she just found inside. She 
already had a pretty good idea from who the note came and, as she started to read it, her 
hunch proved to be accurate.


Hi Cordy,

I just read on the announcement board that Mrs. Walker is absent 
for today, which means that we both have fourth period 
free...Sounds like the perfect opportunity for us to get a little 
"closer". :) So when 4th period starts I want you to meet me in the 
boiler-room.

Don't be late and DON'T wear ANY underwear.

If I have to wait a second longer then five minutes and/or you're 
wearing any undergarments, I'll spank that cute little butt of 
yours again.

Love,

B.


Cordelia felt her heartbeat faster and her nipples harden as she finished reading the note. 
'Yeah, that sounds like Buffy alright.'

Noticing the early signs of arousal she felt just from reading this note, she couldn't deny that 
the blonde was having a definite effect on her. Okay, so it wasn't like she'd totally hated 
Buffy's sexual advances when they started... but now she was actually starting to look 
forward a little to the nasty things Buffy did to her, and had her do -in return- as "repayment".

'Like the depraved things she made me do this week after school.'

A tremor of lust went through her body while thinking back to the "after-school curriculum" 
Buffy had come up with for this week.

Monday, she'd been too tired to give Buffy the lapdance that she wanted so much, and the 
blonde had eventually settled for a quick finger-fuck before going home. But the very next 
day, right after school, the Slayer had shown up at her house again, and this time there was no 
getting out of it: she had to deliver... or better said: had to put on a performance. It was time 
for the striptease/lapdance her classmate had requested.

Buffy had it all planned out perfectly; she had searched through Cordelia's closet until she 
found the perfect outfit for the May Queen to wear: an expensive Armani suit: skirt, blouse 
and blazer (an outfit Cordelia had nicknamed her "businesswoman of the nineties" look), and 
underneath that a garter belt and a pair of nylons combined with a black lace bra and panties. 
She'd also picked out the music, and the place she wanted Cordy to perform the lapdance: her 
parents' living room.

Encouraged by Buffy's threat that she would take a belt to the brunette's behind if the 
cheerleader didn't put on a sexy enough show, Cordelia had done her utmost best to arouse 
and excite the Slayer any way possible.

So to the music of the CD Buffy brought with her, the May Queen had done a slow, sensual 
striptease in combination with a lap dance (which had been nothing less than whorish).


Once the music started in the living room, Cordelia took a deep breath and stepped into the 
room, carrying a small briefcase (a prop that Buffy had come up with at the last minute - who 
could've guessed that bottle-blonde bitca has such an eye for detail).

Buffy was sitting in the middle of the living room on a straight-back chair and smiled at me as 
I made my appearance. With a sexy strut, I walked up to the Slayer and blew her a kiss.

Standing in front of her, I struck a couple of poses before dropping the briefcase, kicking it 
away, and started moving to the music...

For several minutes, I did my most sexy dance-moves for the blonde... Then it gradually 
became time to take something off... After loosening the buttons, I shrugged off my blazer and 
twirled it around in the air before depositing it on a nearby chair.

After performing a long, gyrating dance for the blonde, I knew I had to lose another item of 
clothing... I opted for my blouse: with slow, sensual moves, I unbuttoned and stripped it off. 
Revealing my black lace bra that both encased and showed off my tits.

I smiled as Buffy's eyes immediately focussed on my bulging breasts. I thrust my chest out as 
far as I could and shook my upper body, letting the twins bounce around a little --making the 
blonde hungrily lick her lips.

To the beat of the music, I danced around the Slayer... closer and closer, until I stood right in 
front of her. With one swift movement, I took off my skirt and threw it on the same chair that 
already held my blazer and blouse.

There was a moment of silence as the song ended, and I took that time to strike a pose for 
Buffy. Dressed in only shoes, a garter belt, a pair of nylons and lace underwear, I placed my 
hands behind my head and stuck out my chest... Using my "bedroom eyes" I fixed the blonde 
with a smouldering, sexy look, followed by a little pout.

The Slayer stared back at me through eyes filled with lust. Her hands, which were grasping 
the armrests, tightened --making the expensive hardwood chair creak in protest.

Her reaction to my little display caused a grin to appear on my lips. Giving Buffy a little wink, 
I continued to dance...

After teasing her for a few minutes longer, I danced closer... and then started sliding my body 
against hers. As I rubbed up against her, Buffy got really into her little game and began 
stuffing dollar bills in my garter and panties.

I felt my face turning red from this bit of added humiliation that the blonde had come up with, 
but I continued stroking my body against hers as if nothing out of the ordinary was going 
on... I even started rubbing my panty-clad butt against her crotch, which caused Buffy to start 
pushing 5-dollar bills down my panties (making sure to fondle my pussy at the same time).

Getting ready for my next move, I took a deep breath and then, leaning back, I threw my legs 
up in the air --until my feet practically reached my shoulder-- then twirled around until I was 
facing Buffy and lowered my legs again.

The Slayer seemed duly impressed by my manoeuvre and issued me a bright smile. Looking 
down at my ample cleavage that smile quickly turned into a smirk. Pulling out a twenty from 
her purse, she stuffed it between my pressed-together tits.

"Now take off your bra, and show me those big jugs of yours," she grinned.

I felt my blush increasing, but without hesitation I reached back and unclasped my bra. 
Slowly, I lowered the cups until both my boobs were fully revealed to the blonde's lustful 
gaze.

A second later, Buffy buried her head in my cleavage and rubbed her face against my tits 
(something she's particularly fond of doing).

My tits weren't my only body-parts getting attention from the Slayer: since the normal rule of 
lap dancing (the lap dancer may touch the client, but not the other way around) obviously 
didn't apply here, her hands were pretty much all over my body.

Finally lifting her head, Buffy shot me a bright smile and pushed another twenty inside my 
cleavage.

Buffy's desire for my breasts was pretty obvious, so to turn her on I made sure to fully explore 
that advantage... I let the twins bounce lustfully around and used both hands to play with 
them under the Slayer's watchful eyes. Then lifted each red-tipped globe to my mouth and 
gently sucked on both rock-hard nipples in turn. Noticing Buffy's hypnotized look, I let the 
nipple slip from my mouth and shot her a sexy smile.

Scooting a little closer, I placed a hand under each breast; cupping the firm flesh in my 
palms, I offered my tits to the Slayer's salivating mouth. She instantly opened her mouth and 
sucked one of the hard, red nipples inside. Buffy lovingly nursed on it for a while, and then 
switched to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. She switched back and forth 
between each nipple until both nubbins were hard as pebbles.

Time to continue the show, I decided. Letting myself slide backwards, my nipple slipped from 
the Slayer's mouth and I got off from her lap.

I started dancing again...

Facing her, I cupped both my breasts and fondled them while moving to the music. Then, I 
slowly slid my hands up... over my tits, to my face... I played with my hair for a while, before 
moving my hands higher; clasping them together, I raised both hands until they were high 
above my head.

I held this position for about a minute; softly swaying to the music... then gradually went into 
a sort of belly-dancer routine... 

Buffy absolutely loved it! While feeling me up, she kept shoving money down my panties or 
hooking it in my garters.

When the next song started, Buffy pulled a fifty from her purse, showed it to me, and then 
folded it double before shoving it down the front of my panties. "Now show me some snatch," 
she ordered me with a smile.

I took a deep breath, then hooked both thumbs in the waistline of my panties and slowly 
pushed them down my legs --exposing my pussy to the blonde's eyes.

Buffy wasted little time with feeling up my exposed cunt... She immediately slid a hand 
between my legs and gently stroked the little patch of hair. After that, she played with my clit 
that was peeking out between my labia-lips.

Once she had me panting loudly, and shaking on my feet, she skipped her fingers down and 
shoved three digits inside my dripping cunt.

Buffy proceeded to finger-fuck my pussy until I was on the brink of an orgasm... then 
suddenly halted.

Red-faced and breathing heavily, I shot her a pleading look.

Buffy smiled and gave me a little wink. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Cordy," she ordered 
me.

As I obeyed and started riding her fingers, the tiny blonde moved her free hand to my breasts 
and begins fondling and squeezing the firm flesh.

The feeling of her fingers plunging deep inside my cunt combined with the attention my tits 
were getting, quickly brought me to a shuddering climax...

A little later, after recuperating a bit, I finished up my performance: I started dancing 
again... and after a minute moved to undo the garter belt. But before my hand even touched it, 
Buffy quickly ordered me to keep the garter, nylons and shoes on; she told me that she liked 
watching me dance around with all my charms on display, but still wearing a bit of lingerie.

Obeying the blonde's orders, I kept the garter belt, nylons and shoes on, and danced for her a 
little more... 

As the last song on the CD ended, I slowly lay back on the coffee table. Holding my legs 
together, I raised them until both feet were pointing straight up... then, gradually, I spread my 
legs wide apart into a perfect split (cheerleader practice really came in handy here!).

Buffy's eyes practically popped out of their sockets as she stared at my wide-open slit. Less 
then a second later, the blonde leaped out of her chair, tore off her clothes, and jumped me.

After ravaging me completely, our "session" finally ended with both of us naked, on top of 
mom's expensive, designer coffee table --doing a sixty-nine.


The following day -Wednesday- little miss horny once again showed up at her house; this 
time with the intention of making her put on a fashion show. Buffy wanted her to model a 
selection of her most sexy outfits and lingerie. At first, this seemed to be a lot less humiliating 
then the lapdance/striptease of the day before. But, of course, Buffy wouldn't be Buffy if she 
didn't come up with a way to increase the level of humiliation...  

Somehow the devious blonde had found out where Mr. Chase keeps his video camera and, 
unlike Cordy's father who never used it, decided to put it to good use by filming his little 
princess doing a series of lewd poses in various sexy outfits.

At first Cordelia balked at being filmed in such a compromising way but Buffy could be very 
persuasive when she wanted to... So it wasn't long before she was doing her little fashion 
show while the blonde filmed her. Even though she knew that by letting the Slayer tape her 
like this, she'd be handing Buffy yet another way to pressure her into doing her bidding.

'And yesterday, Buffy came up with yet another humiliating act for me to perform: ordering 
me to masturbate while she watched...'

Buffy had wanted to film that as well, but she'd made clear in no uncertain terms that wasn't 
gonna happen. After almost an hour of trying to coax her, the Slayer finally relented and 
settled for just watching while she draped her legs over the armrests of the lawn chair and 
started diddling herself. Though as compensation for not filming her, she had to follow the 
blonde's instructions while playing with herself... which basically meant that at a certain 
point she had to fuck both her cunt and asshole with three fingers in each hole while Buffy 
gleefully watched.

'Oh yeah... Buffy really likes making me put on a show for her.' Cordelia knew she should be 
enraged by the humiliating acts the Slayer had made her perform, but instead she got wet just 
by contemplating the kind of lewd sex-acts the depraved blonde would come up with next.

Hell, she even started to take a certain perverse pleasure in letting Buffy treat her as her bitch 
and (God help her!) enjoyed getting bare-bottomed spankings from the dominating blonde.

"Cordy!"

Hearing her name being called out shook Cordelia from her thoughts about the (admittedly) 
sexy Slayer. She looked up and saw it was Harmony who had called out to her, the blonde 
cheerleader waved and headed in her direction with the rest of their group following close 
behind.

Closing her locker, Cordelia quickly stuffed the note in her purse and met up with her friends.

*****

"So he wanted me to give him a blowjob because, and I quote: This was already our third date 
and he bought me dinner."

"To which I replied: First of all, it would have to be at least our tenth date before a 
Neanderthal like you can expect any action whatsoever. Secondly, buying me a hotdog 
constitutes neither a date nor dinner. Thirdly, as far as I'm concerned you can go blow this 
fuckin' hotdog you freakin' loser! And then I threw the hotdog in his face," Aura recalled 
with relish.

The group of cheerleaders snickered and Cordelia gave Aura a pat on the back. "You go, 
girl!" she smiled.

The May Queen was suddenly distracted when she saw some familiar faces coming around 
the corner.

Her heart rate increased when she discerned one very familiar face... that of Buffy Summers. 
The blonde Slayer came walking down the hall together with her usual group of friends 
consisting of Xander, Willow and Oz, and was heading into her direction.

As the Slayer's group got closer, Cordelia noticed that the blonde had a mischievous gleam in 
her eyes, which she found to be somewhat unsettling.

Buffy and her gang were just about to pass them by when the blonde suddenly stepped 
sideways, straight into Cordelia's path... and gave her a quick kiss right on the lips while 
bumping into her.

"Don't forget about our little "appointment" in the boiler room, Cordy," Buffy quickly 
whispered in the shocked cheerleader's ear before continuing on her way; shrugging off the 
astonished looks her friends were sending her, and the various insults the flock of 
cheerleaders hurled after her.

"Watch out where you're going, freak-a-zoid!" Aura called out to the blonde.

"Learn to walk, spaz!" Amber shouted.

"Yeah! Preferably to another COUNTRY!" Harmony added her two cents. 

"What was that all about, Cordy?" Aura questioned. "It sorta looked like she bumped into you 
on purpose and then kissed you!"

"She probably contracted some kind of disease, and is now trying to pass it on to me," 
Cordelia explained a bit distracted while trying to gather her frazzled nerves. "I'm not sure; I 
haven't finished reading "The inner workings of a psychopath's mind" yet."

'So this is how my life is going to be from now on: Most popular girl in school, yet sex-slave 
to a girl who's considered to be a social-outcast in the very same school,' the brunette 
considered wryly while walking with her friends to their next class. 'Oh, Yeah! This is gonna 
be LOADS of fun; I can hardy wait to see how this cute little arrangement with Buffy is going 
to work itself out...'

*****

Fourth period just started and Cordelia was hurriedly making her way to the boiler room. She 
probably shouldn't have wasted precious time talking to Harmony while Buffy was waiting 
for her.

Reaching her destination, she looked around for a moment... then grabbed the doorknob, and 
was about to enter when she suddenly remembered another part of Buffy's instructions. The 
blonde wanted her to go commando, as in no underwear.

Cursing to herself, the cheerleader turned around and headed for the ladies room.

Getting into one of the stalls, Cordelia raised her top and unhooked her bra. After removing it 
she put it in her purse. Then, reaching down, she pulled up her skirt. Hooking her fingers in 
the waistband of her panties, she quickly pushed them down and off. The skimpy piece of 
underwear was then quickly reunited with her bra inside her purse.

After straightening her clothes, she left the stall and checked herself in the mirror. Cordelia 
lightly blushed when she noticed that her large nipples stood out clearly underneath the sheer, 
almost transparent fabric of her top. 'Damn, I really wish I'd worn a different top for today,' 
the brunette considered as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. 'I can even make out my 
areolas through the fabric.' She looked down at her short skirt that, now she wasn't wearing 
any panties, suddenly seemed to be a bit on the short side. 'A different skirt would have been 
nice too.'

The cheerleader suddenly recalled that she had to hurry to make it to her "appointment" on 
time. Being late would definitely earn her another bare-bottomed spanking from Buffy. With 
that thought in mind, she quickly rushed out of the ladies room and headed back to the boiler 
room.

As she practically ran back, Cordelia noticed that without the support of a bra her large boobs 
were obscenely swaying back and forth beneath the tight fabric of her top.

She wasn't the only one to notice this. 

As the brunette passed a couple of football players in the hallway, their eyes instantly 
focussed on her bouncing breasts.

'If this was a cartoon then their tongues would be on the floor right about now,' Cordelia 
thought amused while observing the young men's lustful stares at her tits.

"Down, boys!" she told the jocks.

Breathing a little heavier, Cordelia reached the entrance to the boiler room again. After 
making sure that no one was around to see her go in, she opened the door and went inside.

"You took exactly one minute longer than allowed, Cordy," a voice purred from the dark 
shadows of the cellar. "And I gave you plenty of time to get here without being late."

As Cordelia's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, she observed Buffy stepping from the 
shadows, walking towards her.

"I needed time to remove my underwear, as you so kindly requested," the cheerleader 
protested while giving the small blonde a beseeching look. "Besides I'm hardly late; a minute 
isn't that much."

"Oh, I think it's plenty late when you're getting a spank for every second that you're over 
time," Buffy corrected her. "Which means 60 spanks on your little tush, Cordy," the Slayer 
added with a smile.

Cordelia made a face. "Sixty spanks for being one lousy minute late?! I'd hate to find out 
what you would do to me if I hadn't shown up at all."

"I wouldn't." Buffy grinned.

"Now there's a shocker," Cordelia sarcastically noted.

The Slayer laughed. 

"How about we find out if you don't deserve some additional punishment, Cordy?" Buffy 
questioned with a smile. "It's already pretty obvious that you're not wearing a bra." The 
blonde lustfully eyed the brunette's big tits and prominent nipples, clearly visible from 
beneath her white shirt. "Now let's see if you've been a good girl and removed your panties 
as well."

"Raise your skirt, Cordy," Buffy ordered. "And show me some snatch."

Despite everything she had already experienced with Buffy, the blonde's lewd request still 
made her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. Blushing brightly, Cordelia reached down and 
grabbed the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it until her pussy was fully exposed to the 
Slayer's eyes.

Buffy's little pink tongue peeked out of her mouth and wetted her lips as the brunette's bush 
came into view. "Very nice," she complimented the cheerleader. "I'm happy to see that you're 
learning already."

Cordelia stuck her tongue out, bringing a smile to the Slayer's lips. "I'll be sure to put that 
tongue to good use in a couple of minutes, Cordy."

Buffy's smile grew bigger as the brunette instantly sucked her tongue back in.

"Hmm, I think I would now like to have a good look at those nice, tight buns of yours... Turn 
around, Cordy."

Cordelia lowered her skirt and slowly turned around, facing away from the blonde.

"That's a good girl."

"Now place your feet apart... wider... that's perfect! Keep it like that, Cordy." Cordelia could 
clearly hear both pleasure and excitement in the Slayer's voice. "Now bend over as far as you 
can while raising the back of your skirt."

Taking a deep breath, Cordelia obeyed the blonde's instruction... Bending over, she reached 
back and raised her skirt until the fabric was resting on her back. Her blush increased as it 
occurred to her that the Slayer had now a great view of not only her bare butt, but also of her 
swollen vulva, which was peeking out between her widely-spread legs.

She gasped when she suddenly felt a hand on her butt that slowly slid down and cupped her 
sex. A laugh sounded when Buffy discovered her wetness.

"My, what an eager little beaver we have here," Buffy mockingly said while sliding a finger 
inside the cheerleader's cunt. "You're obviously impatient to get started, Cordy... Well, don't 
worry: So am I!"

She flicked Cordelia's stiff clit and let out another delighted laugh when the cheerleader 
squeaked loudly in surprise. Moving her hand back up, she stroked the cheerleader's firm, 
silky buns.

"Mmmm, I can hardly wait to get to work on that beautiful butt of yours," Buffy told the 
brunette, and gave the object of her admiration a little pat. "That's one fine piece of ass you 
have there."

"God! Could you possibly *be* more crude?!" Cordelia exclaimed. Feeling mildly disgusted 
with Buffy for treating her like a piece of meat, and with herself for getting off on it.

SMACK!!!

"Ouch!"

"Sure I could," Buffy grinned and gave the brunette's buttocks another spank.

SMACK!!!

"Now lets not have anymore outbursts like that, young lady," she admonished the cheerleader. 
"Or I'm doubling your number of spanks."

SMACKK!!!!

"Ow!!"

"Am I making myself clear, Cordy?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the brunette submissively replied.

Buffy felt a flame of lust ignite in her groin when she heard those two little words. A big 
smile broke out on her face.

"That's a good girl," she cooed happily while stroking Cordelia's downy cheeks. To reward 
Cordy's well-chosen reply, Buffy tenderly fondled and caressed the cheerleader's charms for 
several minutes.

When Cordy started shaking on her legs and was clearly approaching an orgasm, she quickly 
yanked her hand away from between the brunette's thighs and helped the cheerleader upright. 

"Why did you stop?" a disappointed and disgruntled Cordelia asked.

"You're not allowed to cum yet, Cordy," Buffy smirked. "I'm the Alpha girl here, so I get to 
come first."

"You really like to rub my nose in that, don't you?" the cheerleader asked annoyed.

The Slayer's smile grew bigger and she sensually slid her hand across her body, ending at her 
crotch, and started rubbing tiny circles there. "Your nose, your mouth, your pussy and your 
tits... there's lots of you I like to rub in this."

Cordelia felt herself blushing brightly again. "You're so nasty," she muttered.

"Things are going to get a lot nastier than this, Cordy," Buffy grinned. "Let's start with you 
taking everything off except for your shoes and stockings."

The brunette quickly started disrobing. She managed to find a clean spot to place her clothes, 
and soon stood before the blonde practically naked.

"Mmmm, you look so yummy," Buffy huskily said. "Now show me some sexy poses, you 
sexy thing," she added with a teasing smile.

The cheerleader chewed on her bottom lip as she considered the Slayer's request... then 
started striking several erotic poses, all aimed on pleasing the blonde.

Buffy smiled with delight as the brunette posed in front of her. Posing naked, except for a pair 
of high-heeled shoes and stockings, Cordelia looked like she belonged on the cover of 
Playboy or Penthouse magazine. The Slayer's stare slowly raked over every inch of 
Cordelia's totally exposed nubile body. She noticed the goose bumps on the cheerleader's 
arms and legs (an obvious result from the relatively low temperature in the cellar) and 
Cordy's red-flushed cheeks --indicating the combination of embarrassment and arousal the 
cheerleader was feeling. 

Buffy's gaze then focussed on the brunette's big stiff nipples, which stood out prominently 
from her large firm breasts. The blonde licked her lips before lowering her eyes to the soft and 
inviting-looking small tuft of hair above the cheerleader's slit. 'Cordelia looks so damn 
delicious: I could just eat her up!' The Slayer smiled to herself. 'Well, actually... I do plan on 
"eating" her later. But first, she gets to eat ME.'

Reaching under her skirt, she pulled her panties down and off; then sat down on a straight-
back wooden chair she'd already selected earlier for this very purpose.

Buffy pulled up her skirt and planted her feet on the seat of the chair: flashing her bare beaver 
to the cheerleader's eyes. She beckoned the brunette closer with her index finger, and then 
pointed at her slit.

"Time to put that talented tongue of yours to work, Cordy," Buffy grinned.

The May Queen stepped closer and slowly sank to her knees in front of the blonde. She 
lowered her lips to the Slayer's snatch and began pleasuring her adversary's pussy, starting 
out the way Buffy had taught her to: by French-kissing the blonde's bald slit.

*****

"Okay, I've just checked ALL the school's usual hangout spots," Xander announced as he 
strolled back into the library. "No sign of Buffy anywhere."

"And I looked around outside," Oz said, coming in right behind Xander. "She isn't there 
either."

"Did you check the ladies room, Willow?" Giles questioned, as the young redhead entered the 
library with her boyfriend.

The hacker nodded. "I went to all the girls bathrooms in the school, even the ones that aren't 
anywhere near our last class, but she's isn't in any of them either."

"Strange," the watcher noted, putting down the book he was reading. "Usually, whenever an 
hour of class falls out Buffy tends to spend it here... She didn't say anything about where she 
was going?"

"Not really," Willow said. "She just said that she had to go do something."

Giles nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I'm pretty certain she hasn't left school grounds. Ever since 
someone painted the words "Honk if you think I'm a Nazi-Troll" on the back of his brand-
new car, principal Snyder has been watching the exit like a hawk -- hoping to catch students 
sneaking off during breaks or free hours." 

All eyes turned to Xander at the mention of the infamous "Snyder's car incident".

"Hey! What are you all looking at me for?" Xander returned their stares with a wide-eyed 
look of innocence. "Why do you automatically assume it was *me* who went Michelangelo 
on the Nazi-- I mean the principal's car?"

"You did buy a can of paint," Willow reminded him.

Xander shrugged. "I'm planning to repaint my room."

"Then why did you bring the paint to school?" Willow questioned. "I saw you putting it in 
your locker."

"When I got home, I suddenly noticed that the colour didn't really match my furniture, so I 
decided to return it after school."

His explanation was greeted by a series of sceptical looks.

"You could probably drive Snyder's car through the holes in that story," Oz dryly remarked.

"Quite so," Giles stated. "But I didn't call this meeting to investigate who vandalized Herr 
Snyder's car."

The watcher thought for a moment before asking his question.  "Have any of you noticed 
anything... out of the ordinary with Buffy's behaviour in the last week or so?"

The Scoobies looked at each other.

"I did notice she's been kinda distracted lately," Willow said. 

"Yeah, then the next moment she suddenly transforms into little Miss Cheerful," Xander told 
the watcher.

Willow nodded. "I can't remember seeing Buffy ever this upbeat, not even before the whole 
Angelus thing."

Giles mulled this information over for a while then turned to look at Oz. "Have you perhaps 
noticed a difference besides the ones already mentioned by Willow and Xander --anything 
that doesn't coincide with Buffy's normal behaviour?"

Oz shrugged. "Apart from seeing her kiss Cordelia, not really."

There was a long moment of silence... then everyone started questioning the stoic teen.

"Did you just say that you saw Buffy kissing Cordelia Chase?" an astounded Giles asked.

"You saw that too?" Xander called out. "I thought it was just my wishful imagination."

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!" Willow squeaked.

"Ehm... yes," Oz answered all their questions at once.

"When on Earth did this happen?" Giles questioned amazed.

"This morning in the hallway," Xander answered before Oz could. "She bumped into Cordy 
and kissed her right on the lips."

Oz nodded. "That's about it."

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!" Willow called out again.

The three males looked at the bewildered redhead for a moment, and then continued their 
conversation.

"So without a clear motivation or any warning whatsoever, she just walked up to Cordelia -in 
the middle of a crowded hallway- and kissed her?"

Both teens nodded.

"And how exactly did Miss Chase react to this?"

"She looked like she was watching a pack of pink tutu wearing vampires burst into the school, 
and start performing the Nutcracker," Xander reminisced with a big grin.

"... while she's being kissed by Buffy," Oz added.

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!" Willow repeated again.

"Uhm... are you feeling okay, Willow?" Oz asked somewhat concerned.

"I'm fine and very much okay," the hacker babbled; still busy taking in this unexpected news 
about her friend. "That's me: feeling perfectly dandy and totally straight!"

Giles, Xander and Oz looked at each other, and then shrugged.

"Even though some of Buffy's recent conduct seems rather odd, I'm not convinced it warrants 
any great concern," Giles said after a long period of silence. "However, I believe it might be 
prudent to keep a close eye on Buffy in the next couple of weeks, just to be on the safe side... 
Though I consider it most likely that this is just an period of erratic behaviour she is going 
through -like plenty of normal teenagers do- there could be something supernatural going on."

"Normal teens don't usually step up to Cordelia Chase in the middle of a crowded hallway 
and kiss her on the lips," Oz pointed out.

"That's a good point," Giles conceded. "But that may very well have been Buffy playing a 
joke on Cordelia... Aside from that one kiss, I can't imagine anything else going on between 
those two."

*****

"YES!! Eat me, bitch! Eat that pussy!!" Buffy loudly encouraged Cordelia while humping the 
cheerleader's face. "Tongue my cunt and suck up my juices!"

'What a kick to have Miss Popularity naked on her knees before me, giving me head!' the 
blonde blissfully considered while gazing down at the brown-haired head busy between her 
legs. Reaching down, she tenderly stroked and petted the brunette's beautiful auburn locks.

"You're such a good little cunt-licker, Cordy," Buffy happily moaned. "You eat pussy like a 
fuckin' pro."

'Yeah, like YOU would know the difference,' Cordelia thought to herself. 'Exactly how many 
people have licked your pussy?' Yet despite that cynical thought she couldn't help but feel a 
strange sense of pride from her ability to please the blonde. With renewed vigour she 
concentrated on her pussy-licking duties.

The Slayer gasped as Cordy's tongue deeply penetrated her and vibrated against the slick 
walls of her cunt while the cheerleader's nose rubbed against her clit. 'Damn, that girl is 
soooo incredibly GOOD!'

Buffy moaned loudly as she felt her third orgasm approaching. "Mmmm! Ohhhhh yessss!! 
Yes! YES!! Tongue-fuck me good, Cordy! Stick it deep inside me, you little slut!! I wanna 
feel that talented tongue of yours licking my ovaries!"

Cordelia plunged her tongue faster in-and-out in response, making the blonde shake wildly on 
the wobbly wooden chair as her climax hit her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" With a loud cry, Buffy thrust her 
pelvis up, grinding her crotch into the cheerleader's face as she came... Once her orgasm 
subsided, she slumped back down on the chair.

"That was great, Cordy!" Buffy complimented the brunette once she got her breathing back to 
normal.

"Glad you enjoyed it, Buffy," the cheerleader told her. "Now may I get back on my feet or 
should I get started on your fourth orgasm?"

"This will do for now," Buffy grinned, and stroked Cordelia's brown locks again. "You're 
turning into one well-trained, and -lets not forget- well-dressed, little sex-slave," she noted 
satisfied.

The May Queen narrowed her eyes slightly, but -acknowledging the truth in the Slayer's 
statement- she otherwise didn't respond.

Smiling brightly, the Slayer pulled the naked brunette onto her lap. Putting her arms around 
her, the small blonde wasted little time in claiming Cordelia's lips with her own.

While exchanging a passionate kiss, Buffy freed one of her arms from the embrace and started 
fondling the cheerleader's big breasts.

The blonde smirked when she heard a satisfied little sigh coming from Cordy's mouth. She 
broke off the kiss and beamed up at the beautiful brunette--*her* beautiful brunette!

"Okay, Cordy..." the Slayer spoke thoughtfully. "It's your turn to cum now, but you also 
have a spanking coming... which would you prefer first?"

"Ohhh, the agony of choice," Cordelia drawled while pondering the question.

Buffy smiled. "So... how do you wanna play it? Orgasm first or your spanking?"

"Couldn't you give me both at the same time?"

"Hmm?"

"You know, like you've done before," Cordelia said, referring to the night at her house a 
week ago. "You can diddle my slit with one hand and use your other hand to spank me."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Cordy," Buffy smiled delightedly. "Brains as well as 
Beauty."

The cheerleader smirked.

"Come on down, sweetie -- lie yourself across my lap and raise that beautiful butt as high as 
you can."

"Yes, Ma'am," the brunette answered somewhat sarcastically and draped herself over the 
Slayer's lap.

"Good girl!" Buffy praised the cheerleader, once the brown-haired beauty lay sprawled across 
her lap.

With her bottom raised up high and her legs spread apart the May Queen was ready to receive 
her punishment on her upraised butt and some well-deserved pleasure between her widely-
spread thighs.

The Slayer slowly slid her hand across the cheerleader's protruding buttocks, caressing and 
stroking both the firm downy globes, before moving her hand between the May Queen's 
muscular thighs and tickling her fingers across the brunette's mons.

Cordelia let out a loud groan as the blonde's fingers found her clit and played with the 
aroused bundle of nerves. Her groaning turned into a low moan when the Slayer's fingers 
abruptly released her clitoris and plunged inside her cunt.

"You like that, baby?" Buffy whispered in the brunette's ear while sliding two fingers in-and-
out the cheerleader's slick passage.

"Uh-huh!" Cordelia grunted in confirmation.

"Good! Time for your spanking to begin then," the Slayer smiled. Sliding her left hand 
underneath the brunette's belly, she replaced the digits of her right hand that were diddling the 
cheerleader's slit with three fingers from her left hand. "Now Cordy, since both my hands will 
be occupied with spanking your ass and finger-fucking your pussy, I won't be able to hold 
you down on my lap. So I need you to grab the legs of the chair with both your hands and 
hang on tightly while I spank you... Can you do that for me, my lovely little slave?"

"Mmmm... yes ma'am," Cordelia moaned, and quickly reached down to grab a hold of the 
wooden legs.

Buffy let out a moan of her own as she raked her eyes across the perfect picture that the naked 
cheerleader presented. "Mmmm... you look so cute, Cordy! Draped naked across my lap, 
with my fingers up your snatch. Offering me that beautiful bubble-butt for punishment and 
your sweet little pussy to play with... I only wish I could take a photo to preserve this 
moment," she giggled.

"Would you please get on with it?" the now red-faced brunette called back over her shoulder. 

"Okay, here it comes, sweetie," Buffy smiled, and let her hand crash down on Cordy's round 
buttocks.

*****

SMACK!!!

"Mr. Harris, would you PLEASE refrain from using MY books as an instrument for 
squashing flies?!"

"But Giles," Xander whined. "It's been buzzing around my head for 15 minutes now, and this 
book was the only thing handy."

"I don't care. You DO NOT use a priceless thousand year-old manuscript to kill an insect!" 
Giles responded as he yanked the book away from the careless teen. Hugging the leather-
bound tome to his chest, as if protecting a defenceless infant, he hurried to the book cage and 
carefully put it away.

"Well, it did say something about "Best ways to kill bugs" on the cover," Xander muttered.

Giles managed to catch that while walking back to the table and shot the boy a withering 
glare. "That's because it was written by a Vampire Prince, who - by the way - was referring to 
killing humans."

"Sounds like a bestseller to me," Oz joked.

"Actually, it did sell very well among vampires and other members of the Demon 
community," Giles said as he sat down again.

"I think this is some special kind of Hellmouth fly," Xander observed as he ducked another 
close flyby from the annoying insect. "That buzzing little bastard seems to have targeted me 
personally, and--"

All eyes turned to Willow as the redhead suddenly jumped up from her chair.

"Buffy KISSING Cordelia?!"

"Um, Will? I think we're past that point already," Xander reminded his friend. "Besides, I..." 
He abruptly stopped speaking as he saw the fly that had been bugging him, land less then a 
foot away on the table.

Moving carefully, he pulled his Chemistry book (which was still encased in its original 
cellophane wrapping) from his backpack and raised it high above his head. 'Finally getting 
some use out of this book, after all!' the teen thought satisfied as he smashed the book down 
hard upon both fly and table.

*****

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Three."

"Ahhhh!!!"

SMACK!!! "Fifty-Four."

"Ohhhhhh!"

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Five!"

"Owww!!"

"Just five more, Cordy," Buffy told the loudly panting brunette. "You're doing great."

"Not as "great" as you are doing," the red-faced cheerleader shot back. "Now go on, I really 
need to cum!"

Buffy giggled and brought her hand down again.

SMACK!!! "Fifty-Six."

"Mmmmm!!"

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Seven."

"Ohhhh-oh!"

Buffy let her left hand play with the cheerleader's swollen clit while her right hand crashed 
down on Cordy's upturned buttocks again.

SMACCKK!!!! "Fifty-Eight!"

"Ohhhhh yesssss," Cordelia hissed, her hands tightened around the chair legs as she felt her 
orgasm approaching.

'She's getting close now!' Buffy stuck three fingers inside the brunette's wet snatch and 
plunged them swiftly in-and-out. 

SMACKK!!!! "Fifty-Nine!"

"OH!!! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!! OHHHHHH!!!!"

SMACCKK!!!! "Sixty!"

"YESSSSS!!!!" Cordelia hissed. "I'm so close now! SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!"

Shaking on the Slayer's lap, she pushed her ass up as high as she could. "GIVE ME MORE!! 
I NEED MORE!!!" she begged the blonde.

Buffy was more than happy to give it to her.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!!

"YES! YES!! Yesssssssss!!!" the cheerleader crooned lustfully while riding Buffy's plunging 
fingers and raising her butt to meet the blonde's firm hand. "Spank my little ass, Buffy! 
SPANK IT HARD!!"

"With pleasure, Cordy!"

SMACCK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!!! SMACKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!!!

"I'M COMINGGGGG!!!!!" Cordelia screeched, bucking wildly on the Slayer's lap as an 
incredible orgasm rushed through her entire body.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACCK!!!!

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!!" the brunette panted while the aftershocks of her orgasm 
(and the Slayer's spanks) made her tremble and shake.

SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!!

Buffy gave the May Queen some final spanks, then ended the spanking and removed her 
fingers from the cheerleader's soaking-wet snatch. She raised the sticky digits to her mouth 
and slowly licked them clean... savouring the sweet taste of the cheerleader's pussy-juice 
while watching the brunette's glowing red ass with a strong sense of satisfaction.

Not only did she come THREE times but she also got to bring the proud cheerleader to a 
mind-shattering orgasm by diddling her slit and spanking her ass. 'I'm really loving these 
little play-dates with Cordy!'

The Slayer tenderly stroked the brunette's round buttocks while Cordelia recovered from her 
climax, occasionally bringing her hand back between the cheerleader's thighs to scoop up 
some of her delectable juices.

Once Cordelia composed herself she quickly climbed off the blonde's lap and started rubbing 
her red and sensitive behind.

"Um... can I get dressed now, or do you want me to get you off again?" she shyly asked 
while glancing at the blonde.

'Spank my little ass, Buffy. Spank it hard??!' the cheerleader thought back mortified. 'Damn! 
What was I thinking?! Buffy's sure as Hell isn't gonna let me forget I said that!'

Cordelia shot another covert look at the Slayer, and the big self-satisfied smirk she saw on the 
blonde's face seemed to validate that thought.

"You may put your clothes on, Cordy," Buffy grinned. "You've been a very good girl, so you 
deserve some time off."

Trying to avoid the Slayer's gleaming green eyes, the cheerleader quickly collected her 
clothes.

"We better make sure that no one finds out we were... spending time together, down here," 
she said while getting dressed. "So after I leave, you should wait a few minutes before 
following me."

The Slayer smirked in response. "I have a better idea: why don't I leave first? Then you can 
wait here for as long as you deem necessary to safeguard your precious reputation."

Getting slowly back to her old self, the cheerleader responded to the blonde's suggestion with 
a disgusted glare. "Because this hellhole of a school is parked right on top of our - oh so 
handy - Hellmouth."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Buffy inquired mystified.

"Hello?! Isn't it obvious?" Cordelia exclaimed. "I know the Sunnydale routine by now: the 
moment you leave, some creepy creature that has made this cellar into its comfy apartment 
(young, tasty humans and Hellmouth only a skull-throw away) will jump from the shadows 
and make me its next meal... Well, I'm not falling for that one again!" the brunette 
concluded. "You're supposed to be Supergirl here, so you can wait here with whatever Horror 
movie rip-off has made this cellar its home, and I'll go to the cafeteria and eat some lunch --
instead of becoming lunch."

Buffy started laughing. "Okay, Cordy -- you get to leave first," she said amused.

"Great!" the cheerleader replied satisfied while walking to the door. Opening it, she shot the 
blonde a last look. "If someone has to deal with creepy monsters... better you than me."

Since the brunette quickly left the boiler room she didn't see the Slayer flip her the bird, but 
she did get to hear the blonde's sarcastic "Gee, thanks Cordy!" being called after her.

*****

The Slayer chuckled as she heard the cheerleader's high heels tapping loudly against the stone 
tiles -- indicating that the brunette didn't waste much time in creating a vast distance between 
herself and the boiler room.

"Either Cordelia is getting overly paranoid, or she's read too many Stephen King novels," 
Buffy said to herself. "A monster making Sunnydale High's boiler room into its apartment... 
yeah, right! I know some weird stuff happens in this town, but that's just crazy."

"I couldn't agree with you more," a deep, ominous voice from behind her said. "I've lived in 
this cellar for over a decade now, and I still haven't seen any monsters."

"Exactly!" the blonde exclaimed. "That girl is on the fast track to total paranoia; I mean it's n-
-" Buffy abruptly stopped speaking and quickly turned around.

She found herself looking straight at a tall, dark figure. At least 8-feet high, he hovered 
menacingly above her. Mostly concealed by a black, hooded robe, which was tied together 
with a string of silver skulls, she could barely make out its face... and wish she hadn't. The 
glowing red eyes and fang-filled mouth weren't exactly reassuring to look at.

"Well. Fuck. Me!" Buffy slowly sounded out.

"What, AGAIN?" the dark shrouded figure replied with surprising wit.

"Oh, this is just great!" the blonde exclaimed. "I'm being dissed by some cellar-dwelling 
creature."

"I prefer the term: Subterranean-American," it said as it stalked closer.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Okay, just one quick question before I kick your ass..." 

Now the creature rolled its eyes.

"Why didn't you just come out and attack us when we were... uhm," a light blush covered the 
blonde's face, "busy together."

"And interrupt this unexpected show I was treated to? This cellar doesn't exactly have an 
extensive entertainment centre, you know? I have to make do with this one lousy transistor 
radio I got from some janitor I ate."

"Besides..." a slender, forked tongue slipped out of the creature's mouth, and it licked its lips. 
"One of you girls will be enough to feed me for an entire month." 

These last words were barely spoken, when the creature suddenly leaped towards Buffy: its 
clawed hands outstretched and aimed at the Slayer's throat.


Chapter 8


Everything suddenly seemed to go into slow motion as the hooded figure attacked her. She 
could see the creature's claws slowly descending, inch-by-inch, towards her throat.

Several thoughts went through her mind as Buffy considered her current situation. The first 
thought being: 'This is beyond weird.' And the second thought: 'Hey, I'm not wearing any 
underwear.'

It then occurred to her that instead of philosophising about this latest predicament, she'd 
better get ready for action. Quickly reaching out, she grabbed the creature's wrists and let 
herself fall backwards while pushing her feet into its stomach. As a result the monster was 
propelled to the other side of the cellar, mostly by the force of its own attack but with a little 
help from the Slayer's kick.

With a loud bang it connected with a sturdy oak table, which apparently wasn't sturdy enough 
as it broke into several pieces the moment the creature crashed into it.

The moment the monster hit the table, Buffy was already on her feet and charging towards the 
creature, intending to finish it off while it's still dazed from the fall... Unfortunately, the 
creature wasn't dazed at all and, getting to its feet just as quickly as the Slayer, it charged 
towards her as well.

They met each other about halfway: Crashing into one another they fell down again and rolled 
across the floor while pounding each other. Buffy managed to get up first and --obviously not 
a big supporter of the saying: Never kick an enemy when he's down-- started to unleash a 
series of kicks and punches upon the prone monster.

*****

Though dazed and confused by the ferocity and power of this tiny human's attack, 
Behenometh managed to recover enough of his senses to kick the girl's legs out from under 
her and get back to his feet.

Only barely standing, he was once again attacked by the human girl. This time he was ready 
though. As she aimed a flying kick at his head, he quickly ducked and grabbed the girl's leg, 
then threw her in the same direction where he himself just got thrown a minute ago.

With a sense of satisfaction, Behenometh watched as the pesky human collided with the 
remains of the table with a gratifying crash. He hissed as the girl climbed back to her feet and 
approached him again.

'Instead of running away she dares to attack Me again?! Her death shall be a slow and 
painful one.'

"I'LL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH AND SUCK THE MARROW FROM YOUR BONES!!!" 
Behenometh bellowed as he brought his claws into play and leapt towards his opponent.

*****

"Feast on this, buddy!" Buffy calmly replied while kicking her right leg up and planting her 
feet squarely against the creature's nose -- making him break off his attack as well as breaking 
his nose.

The creature stood still and felt his painful nose while glaring at the Slayer with a mixture of 
anger and amazement. "How dare you assault Behenometh, you puny human?!"

"Actually, the question is: How dare you assault the Slayer, you sucky loser?" Buffy retorted 
while launching another attack.

"The SLAYER?!" Behenometh called out surprised as the blonde leapt towards him. Quickly 
ducking, he grabbed her and hurled her towards the other end of the room. "Well, that 
explains a few things."

Buffy twirled around in the air and landed on her feet. "So you've heard of me?" she smirked 
while stalking the creature, searching for an opening to attack.

"I've heard the legends," Behenometh growled back. "Though these legends neglected to 
mention what an irritating, overbearing, little bitch you are."

Buffy shot the monster a glare that would have made Cordy proud. "Oh! You're SO gonna get 
it now!"

The corners of Behenometh's mouth drew back, exposing rows of sharp, yellow teeth the size 
of small daggers, as he issued Buffy his twisted version of a smile. "Bring it on, short stuff!"

As the Slayer launched her attack, kicking and punching at the tall creature, Behenometh 
retaliated by slicing at her with his warped fingernails.

His razor-sharp claws moved so fast they appeared to be a blur (sort of reminding Buffy of the 
movie 'Edward Scissorhands'), even with her enhanced slayer-abilities she could barely avoid 
being sliced-and-diced by the creature.

Buffy quickly back flipped until she was out of Behenometh's reach. Looking down, she 
hurriedly checked to see if she's missing any body parts... letting out a sigh of relief when she 
appeared okay apart from a couple of cuts and scratches. Her sigh of relief turned into a gasp 
of despair when she suddenly noticed that even though she might have escaped relatively 
unscathed, her clothes weren't as lucky. In fact, her clothes were goners.

With horror-filled eyes she watched the shredded remains of clothing, which once made-up 
one of her favourite outfits, fall away from her body to the floor, leaving her naked except for 
her shoes.

Buffy balled her hands into fists and glared up at the creature who was watching her with an 
ever-increasing smug smile on his face.

Behenometh raised his hand to his mouth in pretended shock. "Ooops!"

Exactly one second later, Buffy smashed a wooden chair (the same one she had been 
occupying a bit earlier) into Behenometh's smirking face.

Behenometh bellowed angrily. With one fell swoop of his arm he slammed the Slayer several 
feet away.  As the blonde jumped back to her feet, he immediately charged her.

Buffy beat him off with a karate kick to his chin, then turned around and quickly ran into the 
opposite direction -- Behenometh following closely behind her.

After running around the entire cellar, Buffy felt him starting to gain on her, so she quickly 
decided on a plan of action. Heading straight for one of the walls, she waited until she had 
almost reached it before leaping up against the stone surface and walking a couple of steps 
straight up to the ceiling. As she was about to loose her footing, she did a quick back-flip and 
landed precisely behind Behenometh just as he crashed into the wall.

While the creature lay dazed from the crash, Buffy jumped on him, grabbed his head and - 
with a quick twist - broke his neck. A look of total astonishment appeared on Behenometh's 
face... then his skin slowly started to meld away, until only a tall skeleton wrapped in a cloak 
remained.

"Don't fuck with me!" Buffy told Behenometh's final remains.

Several seconds later, the skeleton itself dissolved as well... leaving only a long, black cloak 
behind as last proof of Behenometh's existence.

After congratulating herself on another slaying well-done, Buffy began to examine her 
shredded clothing to see if she could salvage anything. However, it soon became painfully 
clear that there wasn't even enough of the fabric intact to dress a Barbie.

Sighing, she looked around for anything at all that she could possibly use for clothing. 
Finally, her eyes fell to Behenometh's black cloak. Though she wasn't very keen on wearing 
anything that has just been worn by--what ever the Hell that was--she realized she didn't have 
many options. She could either wear the cloak, or wear nothing at all... And with her only 
change of clothing in her gym locker at the other side of the school, that wasn't much of a 
choice. It's not like she could go out there naked, with an entire school full of people walking 
around.

Buffy picked up the cloak and started putting it on. 'At least this way I can tell people that I'm 
trying out my Halloween costume.'

Pulling the cloak close around her, she lifted up the hem and headed for the doorway. About 
halfway to the door the many silver skulls decorating the cloak began to glow. Gradually the 
entire cloak became enveloped in the same glow, and then... disappeared, leaving Buffy 
completely naked again.

For a long moment, the Slayer stared open-mouthed at her naked body.

"Fuck!"

*****

The three men gaped at Willow.

"Whoa... Willow! I don't think I've ever heard you use the F word before."

"Well, it seemed appropriate for this situation," the redhead pouted. "I can't believe Buffy 
actually KISSED Cordelia Chase."

"Really?" Xander replied. "I have no problem believing it... or picturing it... several times in 
a row... in slow motion... with sound effects: lotsa grunting and moaning."

The hacker glared at her childhood friend before continuing her rant. "First it's you and her in 
the broom closet and now it's Buffy KISSING with her in the hallways?!" Willow kept 
emphasizing "her" as if she was referring to the Queen of All Evil herself. "I'm getting damn 
close to revoking both your "I Hate Cordelia Chase" club memberships!"

Giles politely coughed, and Oz actually went as far as to raise an eyebrow at his girlfriend. 
"Uh, Will? You're starting to sound just the tiniest bit jealous here."

"Jealous?!" The redhead looked back indignantly. "ME?! I'm not jealous! Why should I be 
jealous?! Just because that rich bitch is busy sinking her mangy claws into both my best 
friends, luring them in with her skanky clothes and her surgically enhanced boobs, doesn't 
mean I'm freakin' JEALOUS!!"

"Willow!" Giles called out shocked.

Oz reacted by raising his eyebrow again, earning himself a new, personal record for most 
facial expressions emoted in one day. "Ouch."

"Mroowww!" Xander commented.

"Okay, maybe just the *tiniest* bit."

*****

Meanwhile, Willow's nemesis, blissfully unaware of being the centre of the Scoobies' 
discussions, entered the school's cafeteria and looked around with the appropriate 
combination of superiority and disdain.

Her presence was immediately detected by her "Cordettes", which prompted her 2nd in 
command to enthusiastically wave a hand in the air and call her over. "Yoo-hoo, Cordy! Over 
here!"

For a long moment, Cordelia stared at the waving blonde, clucking her tongue in disapproval 
at Harmony's use of the term "Yoo-hoo" (which, in her opinion, only a yahoo used), not to 
mention the neon-blue colour nail polish that blemished her friend's fingernails (which, even 
from this distance, made her eyes water).

'Oh well... these are just two of the many reasons why she's second in command of our little 
group.'

Putting on a gracious smile, she waved back and headed for the cheerleaders' table.

The girls chirped out greetings while cramming closer together to make room for their leader.

Cordelia regally sat down and granted her flock a dazzling smile. "So... what have you girls 
been up to in my absence?"

"We were just discussing which movie star currently deserves the title of Hottest Hunk in 
Showbiz," Amber answered. "So far we've narrowed it down to: Brad Pitt, Leonardo 
DiCaprio and Ben Affleck."

Cordelia nodded solemnly. "A vital and comprehensive issue, which has gone unspoken for 
far too long." A condescending smirk threatened to appear on her lips, but with a bit of effort 
she managed to keep a straight face. "Well... my vote goes to Brad Pitt. He's more mature 
then Leonardo, and better looking then Ben Affleck."

Aura nodded. "Excellent decision, Cordy; I picked him as well."

"I personally prefer Leonardo," Amber noted dreamingly.

"Yeah, Leonardo does it for me as well," Harmony said.

"It's Ben Affleck for me," another girl chimed in.

"Brad Pitt. Best-looking piece of man-candy there is," Natasha said with a look of longing in 
her eyes.

"Brad ain't bad, but I'm more a Ben Affleck kinda gal myself," Ebony joined in the 
discussion.

The cheerleaders kept arguing about which star was most worthy of the "Hottest Hunk" title 
until the bell rang and they had to go to their respective classes.

Busy talking with Harmony and Amber while they headed for their English class, Cordelia 
looked up annoyed when her path was suddenly blocked by Xander and Willow. 

While both Harmony and Amber stood momentarily stunned at the audacity of these two 
nobodies to stand in their way, Cordelia fixed the two Scoobies with an icy glare and followed 
up with a disdainful sniff.

"What is this? Did someone put a bus stop on this spot when I wasn't looking? Move you 
two!"

"Relax, Cordy, we just need a moment of your time to ask you something," Xander said.

"Not interested. Now run along back to your cosy little library--or to whatever place the 
hotspot is for geeks these days." Cordelia became suddenly aware of the baleful glares 
Willow was sending her way and frowned. "And what exactly is your problem? Did Wal-
Mart stop selling the granny underwear sets of fifty you love so much?"

Willow's green eyes flared up and she took a step forwards. "Listen you skanky bit--"

"Whoa! Retract your nails, ladies!" Xander hastily signalled for a truce with his hands. "We 
really need your help, Cordy. It will only take a moment."

Cordelia sighed. "Oh, very well! Here goes... Xander: visit a gym and never wear that shirt 
with those pants. Willow: apply your make-up in front of a mirror and with the lights ON 
from now on. Oh, and stop buying up headwear from the Bozo the Clown collection. Now, 
back to Xander: when using deodorant, make sure you use something that costs more then a 
buck and isn't sold at the local pet store."

Xander and Willow stood frozen in disbelief while Cordelia, Amber and Harmony exchanged 
high-fives. 

Cordelia turned to face the two dumbfounded teens again and shot them a smirk. "There. 
Wasn't that helpful from me?"

"No, what would be helpful is when you finally get that exorcism, which half the town has 
been saving up for with a special "Free Cordelia" fund," Xander wryly replied. 

Willow, meanwhile, still stood as frozen -- her mind racing as she franticly tried to come up 
with a good comeback, or at least something coherent to say.

"Now, what I wanted to say, before we were so rudely interrupted by one of your multiple 
personalities: we need to have a talk about Buffy..." Xander shot Cordelia a smirk that was 
almost equal to one of the May Queen's. "I thought we might want to do that in private, but if 
you have no problem with including your *good friends* Amber and Harmony in the 
conversation..." Xander's smirk grew bigger as he indicated both girls, "then neither do I. I'm 
sure they can keep a secret."

Cordelia's expression became a bit sour once she heard the B word mentioned, and didn't get 
any brighter after Xander concluded his little speech. Turning to face her two best friends, she 
noticed they were looking at her with curious eyes, their noses twitching a little as if they 
were sniffing this situation for potential gossip material. 

Thinking quickly, the brunette shot them both a bright smile. "Amber, Harm, you gals better 
go ahead without me. I'll do my good deed for this millennium by helping out these poorly 
dressed individuals - who I hardly know - and catch up with you later."

"Hmm," Xander commented, "you seemed to know me pretty well in the broom closet when--
"

"Let's go!" an annoyed Cordelia hurriedly interrupted him, and she quickly dragged the two 
Scoobies into an empty classroom. Giving her astonished friends - who hadn't moved yet - a 
quick wave and smile, she closed the door behind them.

The May Queen peeked through the little window in the door until she saw Harmony and 
Amber walk away. With a scowl on her face, she turned her attention to the patiently waiting 
Xander and Willow. "Now, what's so damn important to actually make you two crawl from 
the dark recesses of the library of weirdness and crash my carefree, yet fashionable 
existence?"

Xander rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh, how I've missed your flair for the dramatics, 
Cordy... We only wanted to ask you if you know what's going on with Buffy."

"Buffy?" Cordelia suspiciously eyed the two Scoobies. "Why should *I* know anything 
about Buffy? Creative-with-Stakes Summers hangs out in *your* little band of misfits, so 
why are you asking *me*?"

"Wellllll," Xander drawled, "For some bizarre reason, you've been the most important thing 
on Buffy's mind in the last couple of weeks. That sounds like a pretty good reason to start 
with."

"Oh, Please!" The cheerleader snorted derisively. "You can't hold me responsible for 
whatever the hell goes on inside Buffy's mind. That girl is a freakin' wet dream for 
psychoanalysts!"

"I've also heard you've been spending a lot of time with Buffy lately."

"Vicious rumours spread by the army of gossips that inhabit this school!" Cordy vehemently 
replied.

Ignoring the cheerleader's many protests, Xander continued unperturbed, "And thirdly there's 
that kiss you two shared in the hallway this morning."

The brunette narrowed her eyes. "We didn't *share* a kiss! *She* kissed *me*!! And once 
again directing you back to my earlier answer: Who the hell knows what goes on inside her 
head? For all I know that could've been part of another lame-assed prophesy where she has to 
kiss a girl to prevent the opening of the Hellmouth -- or something equally ridiculous."

Letting out another -deep- sigh, Xander started massaging his temples. "So what you're 
saying is that you have no clue whatsoever about what's going on with Buffy?"

"Well, Duh!"

Having reached his quota of his ex-girlfriend's "radiant presence", Xander grabbed Willow's 
hand and slowly backed away to the door. "One last question: do you have any idea where 
Buffy could be right now? Because we haven't seen her since Mrs. Walker's History class 
dropped out."

The May Queen blinked a couple of times before innocently replying, "Nope, not a clue."

Xander nodded. Dragging Willow with him, he left the classroom and closed the door behind 
him.

"Did you believe her?" he asked the redhead while they hurried to their next class.

The Witch/Hacker shook her head.

"Me neither," Xander agreed, "she seemed a little too defensive... and when she said that she 
didn't know where Buffy could be, she was clearly lying... There's definitely something 
going on between the two of them."

Noticing Willow's lack of response, he frowned. "And what's up with you, Will? You've 
hardly said a word during our audience with Queen C, and you're not very talkative right now 
either."

The redhead abruptly stopped walking and looked back at her surprised friend. "Cordelia, you 
have no clue whatsoever PERIOD. THAT'S what I've should have said to her!" Turning 
around, she started running back to the classroom where they left the cheerleader.

Xander watched open-mouthed as his friend headed back to find Cordelia... then quickly 
started walking after her. "Uh, Will? It's a little bit late for a snappy comeback. Besides, 
Cordy is probably already on her way to her own class right now... Will? WILLOW!"

*****

The door to Sunnydale High's cellar slowly opened and a blonde head peeked out through the 
opening. After having spent several long hours in the basement, Buffy's patience had finally 
run out. Since most of the classes had ended by now, she decided it's safe enough to try to get 
her spare set of clothes from her gym locker.

After making sure that no one was around, the Slayer stepped into the hallway and hurriedly 
headed for the gym.

Instinctively holding an arm in front of her bouncing breasts and covering her shaved slit with 
her hand, she ran through the empty corridors. Even though she often had to hide out in an 
empty classroom or another convenient hiding place whenever a student or a staff member got 
too close, she still made pretty good time and gradually approached her destination.

As Buffy neared the hallway that lead to the gym and the dressing rooms, her slayer-hearing 
detected several voices. Breaking off her quick sprint, she tiptoed the last couple of yards and 
sneaked a quick look around the corner.

Chagrined, she counted at least seven students standing together in a group; talking to each 
other and inadvertently blocking her way to the girls' locker room. Her eyes narrowed when 
she detected among those seven students a very sexy-looking Cordelia Chase talking 
animatedly with the school's star quarterback Michael Faraday.

Watching the good-looking couple interact, the Slayer noticed several things which caused 
her already strong feelings of jealousy and anger to increase. One of these things being that 
they really looked good together and, unlike most other jocks, Michael seemed a really nice 
guy. But this just irked her. What pissed her off most was discovering that Cordy had 
removed her bra again, and the slutty manner in which the brunette was flaunting her big 
braless breasts at her boyfriend-to-be. With great success, apparently, since the young man's 
eyes were more often focussed on the cheerleader's chest than her face.

'How DARE she show off her tits to anyone besides me WITHOUT my permission!' Buffy 
furiously thought. 'Cordelia Chase belongs to ME and so do her tits!'

Occupied by her feelings of resentment, the blonde only slowly became aware that Michael's 
eyes had stopped focussing on Cordy's chest and were now looking straight at her! She then 
noticed that in her anger, she'd left her hideout and started walking towards Michael and 
Cordelia.

As the dumbfounded male gaped at her and blinked, Buffy used her slayer-speed to duck 
away into another hallway.

From her new hiding place, she focussed her enhanced hearing to listen in on Cordy's and 
Michael's conversation.

"What ARE you staring at?" an annoyed sounding voice inquired. Definitely Cordelia.

"I-I... I could have sworn I just saw......"

"Saw what? Don't tell me you've just seen Jesus and are now a born-again Christian, 
because--"

"No! No! Nothing like that, it's just... This is gonna sound silly, but I could have sworn I just 
saw Buffy Summers standing there... err... totally naked." Michael finished the last part of 
his sentence in a whisper.

Cordelia was silent for a while before replying, "Hmm, I think I'd almost preferred it if you 
saw Jesus instead. Or, even better, ME, totally naked... Hallucinating about other naked girls 
is never a really good start for the boy/girlfriend relationship thing."

"Trust me, Cordy: I would have preferred seeing you naked as well."

That seemed to appease the brunette. "Maybe you will, sometime soon, IF you are a very 
good boy."

Buffy could hear the quarterback gulp and, in her mind's eye, could see his erection jump up 
to salute Cordy's words. 'Not if *I* got anything to do with it!' she grimly decided before 
going in search of a better hiding place.

*****

It took nearly an hour of waiting before all the students left and Buffy was finally free to leave 
her hideout and sneak into the girls' locker room. Even though her slayer-senses had told her 
as much already, she still felt a sense of relief when she saw that the place was empty. She 
had sort of been afraid that one of the "Cordettes" would have caught her entering the locker 
room buck-naked.

'I'm not sure I'd be able to show my face in school again if that had happened!'

After taking a long shower, which helped to sooth her frazzled nerves, Buffy padded back into 
the locker room and towelled herself dry. And once she'd brushed her hair, put on a new set 
of clothes, and reapplied her make-up, she felt a whole lot better.

A lot more cheerful than before, the blonde checked herself in the mirror one last time and 
then left the locker room.

However, most of that cheer went out the door when she bumped into someone on her way 
out. Someone who she instantly recognized as Michael Faraday -- the little horn-dog who kept 
hitting on HER Cordy, and who was now snooping around the girls' locker room for God 
knows what reason.

They stared at each other... Or at least: Michael stared, Buffy more glared.

"Buffy? Uh... what are you still doing here?" Michael finally asked.

"Since this is the girls' locker room, I think the question should be: What are *you* doing 
here?"

That question had him baffled for a couple of seconds. Then he honestly replied, "I saw 
something... strange a bit earlier and decided to go back and see... um... if I would see it 
again."

Buffy smirked when she realized what it was that he hoped to see again. 'Fat chance of ever 
seeing me naked again... Your girlfriend's chances of seeing what you saw are about 100% 
better.'

Thinking of the two of them together as a pair rekindled the Slayer's jealousy and anger. She 
narrowed her eyes at the quarterback and stepped closer, invading his personal space.

"Actually, Michael," she said with a deceptively sweet voice, "it's kinda convenient that we 
bumped into each other like this, since we need to have a little talk."

Michael blinked and stared at the strange behaving girl. "We do?"

"Yes, we do."

"About what?"

"About a mutual friend of ours: Cordelia Chase."

"Really?" Michael answered after a long moment of silence, "I didn't know you are one of 
Cordelia's friends, or vice versa. But, even if you are: why do we need to have "a little talk" 
about her?"

"Because I want YOU to stay away from her," the blonde stonily replied.

He gaped at her. "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

There was another long period of silence while the two of them stared at each other. Buffy's 
silence being mainly because she's waiting for Michael's reply while Michael's silence had 
more to do with him trying to figure out what the hell Buffy's problem was.

Finally, his baffled brain managed to come up with a reply, "Is this about Cordelia and me 
dating?"

"Yes, it is."

Michael took a deep breath. "And why, exactly, don't you want us to date?"

"Because Cordy belongs to ME!" The blonde's eyes flared. "Which means you have to keep 
your grubby paws off of her, got that?"

'Well, I didn't see THAT one coming... Buffy Summers and Cordelia Chase lesbian lovers?! 
Holy Shit!! I feel like I'm in some sort of pornographic version of 'Saved by the Bell' with 
Summers here starring as Jessie, since she sorta resembles Elizabeth Berkley in 'Showgirls', 
and Cordelia playing the part of Kelly Kapowski!'

It took Michael an entire minute to digest this latest bit of info, and he was able to ask, 
"Excuse me, but if Cordy "belongs" to you, then why is she dating ME?"

Buffy grimaced. "Apparently, she is under the impression that she's allowed to. I'm going to 
have a little "talk" with her as well and explain to her that she isn't."

'Wait a minute... what am I thinking here?!' Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. 'No matter 
how big a turn-on it is to picture Buffy and Cordelia together: she's probably making this all 
up. This IS Buffy Summers we're talking about - she's the only person in this school who's 
more disturbed than Principal Snyder... well, maybe she AND lunch-lady Doris.'

"Right... listen, Summers: Why don't we just forget this conversation ever happened and let 
Cordelia decide who SHE wants to date, and leave it at that, okay?" Giving the blonde a 
small, pitying smile, he started to turn away but was stopped by Buffy's reply.

"No, NOT okay. I told you to stay away from Cordy AND I MEAN IT!"

Sighing, he turned to face her again. "Oh, you do? And what happens if I don't stay away 
from Cordy and continue to date her?"

Buffy took a step closer, invading his personal space again. "Then I'll kick your ass."

"YOU are going to kick MY ass?!" Michael slowly repeated, making sure he heard THIS 
correctly.

"That's right," was the blonde's curt reply.

'This is getting way too weird... even for this town! First, I'm pretty sure I saw Buffy 
Summers walking naked in the hallway. Then, a little later, I bump into the very same Buffy 
Summers a few yards from the place where I saw her naked and she starts threatening ME to 
stop seeing MY girlfriend, only because SHE wants my girlfriend as well?!'

"Okayyy, let's see if I've got this right: YOU are going to kick MY ass if I don't stop seeing 
MY girlfriend who YOU want to date?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up," the Slayer smirked

He looked over his own muscular 6'7" physique and then gazed down again at Buffy's tiny 
5'3" frame. "Seriously, though... what happens if I don't stop dating Cordelia?"

The blonde's eyes narrowed again. "I'll kick you ass."

"No, SERIOUSLY?!"

Hours later, he still wasn't sure what exactly happened at that point; but he suddenly found 
himself upside down, hovering several feet above the floor while being pressed up against the 
wall, and looking straight into the face of a very pissed off Buffy Summers. 

"I'll. Kick. Your. Fucking. Ass." Buffy slowly sounded out. "And after the ten seconds it will 
take me to do that: I'll mount your fucking head on my bedroom wall. Capiche, moosehead?" 

He only managed to squeak and nod in assent.

Then, he's suddenly on the floor again, and waxing that floor with his butt as Buffy bowled 
him about 25 feet down the hallway before he bumped into a row of lockers.

Open-mouthed and rubbing his sore ass, he watched the blonde walk away, ignoring him as 
she strolled passed him.

'Okay, that's it! When I get my football scholarship and go to college, it's DEFINITELY 
going to be in another state!!'

*****

Feeling riled up by her tête-à-tête with Michael, Buffy decided to skip her usual visit to the 
library in favour of heading straight for Cordy's house.

After leaping the tall fence again, she quickly made her way through Mrs. Chase's 
meticulously landscaped garden and climbed onto the terrace. Buffy immediately spotted 
Cordelia lying stretched out in one of the lawn chairs, and smiled when she saw that the 
cheerleader was completely naked.

'At least Cordy has obeyed my order not to wear any clothing at home while waiting for my 
visit,' she noted with satisfaction. 'Good, then maybe I'll go a little easy on her this time.' 
Recalling the way Cordelia had been all over the star quarterback, she made a face. 'Then 
again: maybe I won't.'

The Slayer soundlessly sneaked towards the brunette till she was standing at the foot end of 
the cheerleader's chair. While studying Cordelia's tan, naked body, which glistened from the 
abundantly applied suntan oil, Buffy softly stroked the palm of her hand across her rock-hard 
nipples poking out from beneath her shirt. 'Mmmm, no matter how many times I've seen 
Cordy naked already, I still get a thrill whenever I see her luscious, perfect, nude body 
again.'

After taking her time to visually examine all of the cheerleader's charms, Buffy decided to 
make her presence known; though she suspected that the brunette had probably already 
spotted her, seeing that she was blocking the other girl's sunlight.

"Hi, Cordy!"

As she suspected, the cheerleader wasn't the least bit startled by her greeting.

"Hello, Buffy," the brunette calmly replied, giving her a small smile. "Back for more nasty 
sex-play?"

The Slayer smirked at Cordelia's casual commentary about their sexual relationship. But that 
smirk quickly disappeared when the blonde sternly reminded herself that she's supposed to be 
angry at the brunette.

Folding her arms in front of her, she fixed the cheerleader with a glare. "I'm very upset with 
you, Cordy."

The May Queen at first didn't respond, then sighed and took off her sunglasses. "Oh? And 
what did I do now?" she questioned in a tired tone of voice.

"You forgot who you belong to," was the Slayer's clipped response. "You've been a bad little 
bitch, Cordy."

"'Scuse me?" Cordelia said, getting beyond annoyed now. "Listen, blondie: I've licked what 
you wanted me to lick, kissed where you wanted me to kiss and you've given me more 
intensive vaginal examinations than my own gynaecologist... I doubt if Sunnydale High's 
Prom Committee is giving out an award for "Best Lesbian Sex Slave" this year, but if they do 
then I'm a freakin' shoo-in!"

Once again, an involuntary smile crossed the Slayer's lips. 'Heh. She does have a funny way 
of putting things.'

"Your... uh, performance is first-rate, Cordelia. I wasn't talking about that."

"Then what are you talking about?"

Buffy felt her earlier feelings of anger and jealousy making a quick comeback. "I'm talking 
about you and a certain Star Quarterback."

"Why are you bringing Michael up?" Cordelia asked puzzled.

"I heard about your date for this evening..." Buffy began before turning silent.

"What exactly were you planning on doing with him tonight, Cordy?" she suddenly inquired, 
an accusing tone in her voice. "Were you going to let him play with those nice big tits of 
yours?"

"Maybe... that sort of depends on how tonight's date will go... What's it to you?" the 
cheerleader shot back.

"You belong to ME and I don't want you seeing him. In fact: I told him as much."

"WHAT?! What did you say to him?!"

"I told him that you're mine and I didn't want you going out with him anymore... oh, and to 
stay the fuck away from you."

"Are you NUTS?!?!" Cordelia practically bellowed, then quickly lowered her voice when it 
occurred to her that it probably wasn't a good idea to shout at an already irate Slayer. "What 
the HELL gives you the right to tell MY boyfriend to back off?!" she continued in a harsh 
whisper.

"I don't want his grubby hands on your tits!" Buffy angrily replied. "These," her hands 
cupped and squeezed Cordelia's bare breasts, eliciting a yelp from the stunned brunette. "Are 
MINE! And from now on *I* will be the only one who gets to play with them."

Buffy released the cheerleader's tits and gave each globe a quick slap.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Owww!!"

"And if I see you dating --or even just being overly friendly with boys-- that cute ass of yours 
is gonna get it."

"Please tell me you're kidding?!" a shocked Cordelia called out.

"Nope," Buffy replied matter-of-factly. "Consider this fair warning, Cordy: If I see you do as 
much as flirt with a boy, or another girl for that matter, I will use that heavy belt of yours to 
give your bare behind such a thrashing that for the next couple days, whenever you sit down, 
you'll be reminded who your little butt belongs to... namely ME!!" The blonde's eyes 
narrowed. "In fact... I think I'll give you a dose with the belt right now, just to let you know I 
mean business."

Cordelia stared open-mouthed at the blonde. "NOW you're kidding, right?"

As answer a wicked smile appeared on the Slayer's lips. With a quick movement she reached 
out and grabbed a hold of the cheerleader's left earlobe.

"Ow!"

By applying some mild pressure and yanking on Cordy's ear a couple of times, Buffy got the 
cheerleader out of her chair and led the yelping girl into the house, and then up the stairs to 
her room.

Upon entering the cheerleader's room, the Slayer released Cordelia's ear and, with a few 
well-placed spanks against the brunette's behind, directed her to the big canopy bed.

Buffy positioned Cordelia kneeling face down on the bed and ordered the brunette to place 
her arms in front of her and clasp her hands together. When the cheerleader obeyed, she 
grabbed a silk scarf from the nightstand and tied the end of it around Cordy's wrists.

"What the Hell are you doing now?" Cordelia loudly exclaimed.

"I'm binding your hands in preparation for your punishment, Cordy," Buffy calmly explained.

"Well, DUH!! I'm not talking about your latest kink, "Mistress" Buffy," the May Queen 
acidly responded. "I'm talking about you using my very expensive, one-of-a-kind, Chanel 
scarf to tie me up with! If you're gonna be playing bondage-girl then at least have the 
courtesy to use your own cheapo scarf, you fuckin' Philistine!"

The blonde grinded her teeth, counted silently till ten, then loosened the silk scarf and 
replaced it with the one she was wearing. "You do realize that you're gonna pay for this latest 
example of your special brand of "tact"?"

"Whatever!" Cordelia insolently replied.

The Slayer narrowed her eyes but said nothing more while tying the cheerleader's wrists 
together... Once Cordy's hands were tied, she fastened the scarf to the headboard.

Taking a step back, she surveyed the satisfying scene before her: Rich, elitist, Valleygirl 
Cordelia Chase kneeling naked on her bed with her hands tied to the headboard and her ass up 
in the air, ready for any kind -and amount- of punishment she decided to dish out!

Buffy felt a familiar tingle in her loins as she stared at the brunette's invitingly uplifted, round 
bottom. 'There'll be time for that later,' she told herself. 'First I need to teach Cordy a couple 
of valuable lessons, among which making her understand once and for all, who she belongs 
to... A dozen strokes with the belt on her bare ass should drive that message home.'

SMACK!!!

"Ouch!!"

Grinning at the red handprint that now decorated the cheerleader's butt, Buffy headed for 
Cordelia's walk-in closet and retrieved from there the beautiful, handcrafted, leather belt 
she'd admired a couple of days before.

"I'm gonna whip your naughty behind twelve times with this belt to remind you who your ass 
belongs to, Cordy," Buffy told the brunette while taking position behind her. "And, as 
punishment for your snooty attitude, you will count out each stroke of the belt and thank me 
for it."

"WHAT?!" Cordelia called out infuriated. "There's NO WAY I'm thanking you for whipping 
my ass, you mentally-deprived midget!"

WHACK!!!!

"Ahhh!!!"

"Make that FIFTEEN strokes with the belt!" the now very annoyed Slayer told the 
cheerleader. "Anymore insults and I'll add another three strokes. Also, any stroke with the 
belt that you DON'T call out or thank me for, WON'T COUNT! So suit yourself if you don't 
wanna thank me, since it's your butt that's on the line... literally!"

Buffy noted with satisfaction that Cordelia was uncharacteristically silent after her little 
speech and seemed to be seriously considering her words. Lightly stroking her left hand 
across the brunette's firm buttocks, she said, "Now brace yourself, Cordy... because it's time 
for your punishment."

With that, Buffy drew her right hand back, and let the belt land on Cordelia's uplifted butt.

WHACKK!!!!

"AHHHH!!!!"

....

"Well?"

"One... T-Thank you."

Buffy grinned and lifted her arm for the second stroke.

WHACK!!!

"OH!!!"

"T-two... Thank you."

WHACK!!!!

"Ouch!!! Three... Thank you, Buffy."

WHACK!!!!

*****

WHACKK!!!!

"Ahhhh!!! T-Thirteen... Thank you, Ma'am!"

Delighted by Cordy's sudden politeness, Buffy made the next stroke a lot softer.

WHACK!!

"Ohhh!! Fourteen... Thank you, Ma'am!"

WHACK!!!

"OH!!! F-Fifteen... Thank you, Ma'am!"

Breathing a little heavier than usual, Buffy inspected the work she'd done on Cordelia's ass. 
The cheerleader's formerly bronzed and unblemished cheeks were now covered with a series 
of red welts, making her butt look like piece of modern art. 

Impressed by her own handiwork, she muttered, "Wow... that's one well-punished behind," 
and stroked her hand across the beaten buttocks, which brought a sharp gasp from the still 
kneeling brunette.

Amused by Cordy's reaction to her touch, the Slayer petted the brunette's buttocks some 
more, secretly revelling in the small gasps and pants coming from the May Queen's mouth. 
Slowly, inch-by-inch, her hand drifted lower... until, finally, she reached the cheerleader's 
moist centre.

When Buffy's probing fingers detected Cordelia's swollen labia-lips, fully erect clit, and 
increasing wetness, a self-satisfied smirk appeared on her lips. "Looks like you've been 
enjoying your little butt-warming, Cordy," she teased the brunette.

Groaning in mortification, the cheerleader buried her head deeper in the bedcovers. Hoping 
she could hide away in there. Her groan of shame abruptly changed into a groan of lust when 
the blonde inserted three fingers in her slit. Fingers which could only enter her tight pussy this 
easily because of her arousal, she noted shamefully.

Despite her embarrassment, Cordelia couldn't stop a series of groans and grunts coming 
unwillingly from her lips when the small blonde brought her free hand around to play with her 
clit while finger-fucking her with the other hand.

The feeling of the Slayer's fingers pounding her cunt with the added sensations of two fingers 
lightly pulling and pinching her clit, made her crazy with lust. Unable to stop herself, the 
brunette began pushing her pussy back onto the blonde's thrusting fingers.

A blush crept across her cheeks when she heard Buffy's little snicker. "You really love my 
fingers up your little snatch, 'ey Cordy?"

The cheerleader's only response was an especially loud moan and humping the Slayer's 
fingers even faster.

"Atta girl! Ride my fingers," Buffy giggled.

And that's exactly what Cordelia did. She moved her ass back and forth and rode the blonde's 
fingers until stars appeared in front of her eyes, specks of saliva flew from lips, and she could 
feel an amazing orgasm approaching...

Then, suddenly, Buffy's fingers were yanked away from her pussy and, as a result, the feeling 
of bliss in her nether regions started to diminish.

"Noooooo!!!" Cordelia cried out when she felt herself coming down from her incredible 
sexual high. "Don't stop!! Please! Keep going, Buffy!"

The blonde giggled again. "I don't think so, Cordy... The thing is: your punishment isn't over 
yet. I still have to make you pay for your last batch of insults, and for the way you showcased 
your big boobs in front of your ex-boyfriend."

"I thought that was what that LONG and PAINFUL ass-whipping was for?" the cheerleader 
complained.

"Nope," Buffy cheerfully replied while petting the brunette's buttocks. "That was to remind 
you who your ass belongs to, and to give you a little attitude adjustment."

"Nice to know you're keeping score," Cordelia grumpily remarked. Rubbing her thighs 
together she tried to hold on to her arousal.

"Yup, and now it's time to continue your punishment," the Slayer smiled, and untied the scarf 
binding the brunette's hand together. "Lie on your back and spread your legs, Cordy."

After hesitating for a moment, the cheerleader complied and turned over on her back. Looking 
into the blonde's eyes, she slowly spread her legs, exposing her dripping pussy to the Slayer's 
heated stare.

"Loving the view, Cordy," Buffy smirked, and began stripping off her own clothes. In a 
matter of moments the blonde stood completely nude, having disposed of her clothing in 
record-time (not counting the job Behenometh did of undressing her a bit earlier today). 
Keeping her gaze directed at the cheerleader's wet cunt, the Slayer rubbed her own damp 
pussy.

While playing with herself, Buffy noticed Cordelia's hand sliding towards her own pussy... 
and they both pushed a finger inside their slits at the exact same time. A couple of seconds 
later, they were sliding their fingers in-and-out of their cunts completely in-sync with one 
another.

Watching each other, both girls frantically fingered their sopping slots.

Cordelia moved her free left hand to her left tit and started kneading the soft flesh. A good 
example invites imitation, so Buffy did the same. Moaning loudly, the two girls pinched and 
pulled at their erect nipples and frigged their dripping cunts.

Pushing her breast up to her mouth, Cordelia popped the nipple inside and started sucking on 
the stiff knob while her right hand kept busy between her legs.

Buffy looked down at her own, smaller breasts and then back up to the cheerleader nursing on 
her own tit. "Show-off," she muttered.

Still a long way off from her own orgasm, Buffy noticed that Cordelia was quickly 
approaching hers. Remembering that the cheerleader still had a bit of pain coming to her 
before pleasure, she stopped playing with herself and jumped onto the bed next to Cordy, 
visibly startling the brunette. Quickly grabbing a hold of Cordelia's wrists, she interrupted the 
cheerleader's masturbation session by raising her arms high above her head and retying both 
wrists with the scarf to the headboard.

"So... that's much better," the Slayer grinned while gazing down at the loudly protesting and 
struggling cheerleader. "Time for your punishment, Cordy." With that, the blonde knelt above 
Cordelia's face and lowered her pussy to the brunette's mouth.

"This is my punishment?" asked a muffled voice from below her. "I have to lick your pussy 
again?"

"There's a little more to it," Buffy said while staring down at the cheerleader's big tits. 
Swinging her hands downwards, she gave both globes a quick slap.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ouch!!"

"To remind you who your titties belong to, I'm going to give these beauties a little hand 
spanking until you make me cum."

"You've got to be kidding me?!"

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Nope... So I suggest you get to work on my pussy, Cordy."

"Wait! Why can't I use my hands to help bring you off?"

"Well, duh!" Buffy imitated the May Queen. "Because it's more fun this way."

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Owww!!! Bitch!"

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

"Ow!! Owww!!! Sorry! I'm Sorry!!"

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Better put your tongue to work, Cordelia, because I can keep this up a hell of a lot longer 
than you can."

The cheerleader quickly followed that piece of advice and started stroking her tongue across 
the Slayer's slit.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

*****

"Mmmmm!! yessss..." SMACK!! SMACK!! "Lick me, bitch!" SMACK!! SMACK!! "Eat 
my pussy!" SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ow!!" Cordelia grimaced as two more stinging slaps were delivered onto her tender breasts. 
She'd been licking the Slayer's cunt for almost 15 minutes now, but the petite blonde still 
didn't seem to be nearing her orgasm. 'Just my luck that the one time Buffy manages to keep 
from coming is the very time that she's torturing my tits till she cums!'

The cheerleader let out another yelp when the Slayer pulled and pinched her nipples again. 
Apart from spanking her tits, manhandling her nipples seemed to be one of Buffy's favourite 
pastimes.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"AH!!!" Another two slaps struck her sensitive tits. She hoped that her boobs could take the 
amount of punishment Buffy was dealing out without bruising.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OHHH!!!" The crazy thing was that besides feeling pain from this mild tit-torture, she was 
also experiencing a quickly increasing sensation of lust in her loins.

"Ohhhhhhh!!" This time the blonde just grabbed her breasts and roughly kneaded the soft, 
pliant flesh between her fingers.

Despite the sparks of pleasure she felt through the pain, Cordelia still wanted to bring Buffy 
off as soon as possible. Concentrating most of her efforts on the Slayer's clit, she twirled and 
vibrated her tongue around and across it. Judging from the many yelps of pleasure this 
brought from the blonde, her new strategy was a big hit.

"Oh! Mmmmm... Oh yeah!!! Work my clit, bitch!"

Creating a vacuum with her lips around the blonde's clit, the May Queen started suckling and 
nibbling on the little bundle of nerves as if her life (or her tits) depended on it.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OH!!! OH!!! OHHHH!!!! OH!!! OH!!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" With a loud screech the Slayer 
came, drenching the brunette's beautiful face with her juices.

"Ohhhhhhh yesssssss... That was great, Cordy," Buffy sighed happily while waiting for the 
cheerleader's nimble tongue to finish the thorough and very pleasant cleaning job it was doing 
on her slit.

Feeling finally satisfied, Buffy raised herself up from her kneeling position above the 
brunette's face and sat down between the May Queen's wide-spread legs. She smiled when 
her eyes fell upon the cheerleader's centre and detected the overflowing arousal present there. 
Stroking and tickling her fingers across Cordy's mons, she licked up the girl-juice her fingers 
collected, bringing forth an appreciative moan from the brunette.

The Slayer snickered softly when she saw Cordelia spreading her legs further apart and lifting 
her ass up a bit, clearly inviting the blonde's fingers back in for another visit.

"You want me to play with your pussy again, Cordy?" she teasingly inquired.

"Mmmm... Yes, please."

"Well, okay then... but first you need to assume the proper position for a fucking."

The cheerleader opened her eyes and gazed down the length of her body at her widely-spread 
legs and uplifted ass. "Looks to me like I'm pretty damn well positioned for a fucking," she 
remarked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Guess again, Cordy: The proper position for you to be in during a fucking is on all fours... 
like a bitch," Buffy added with a wicked smile.

Cordelia made a face and glared the grinning blonde. 'Uh-oh... Sounds like she's in one of 
THOSE moods again.'

Unimpressed by the cheerleader's glare, Buffy stared back. "So... how about it, Cordy? Do 
you wish to cum or not?"

Chewing on her bottom lip, Cordelia thought this over. Was another orgasm --no matter how 
good it was-- really worth suffering further humiliations from the Slayer?

She mentally shrugged, 'Oh well, screw it! It's not like Buffy's gonna let me go if I say no, so 
I might as well go along with it,' and nodded in response to the blonde's question.

"Good," Buffy smiled. "Then let's get you back into your previous position."

With a little help from Buffy, Cordelia turned onto her belly and drew her legs up beneath her. 
Once again, she's kneeling naked on her bed with her ass in the air and her hands tied to the 
headboard.

"Mmmm, I really love seeing you in this position, Cordy," Buffy told the cheerleader while 
stroking her -now red and welted- ass again.

"Really? I never would have guessed," the brunette sarcastically responded. "Now would you 
PLEASE make me cum?"

"Don't worry, little Miss Tact; I'm working on it."

At that very same moment, Cordelia felt a soft hand touching her pussy. First the fingers 
cupped her mount and gently caressed every inch of her slit... Then, after a couple of 
minutes, they slid down to her clit where the nimble digits began doing their special brand of 
magic on the stiff little knob...

The cheerleader moaned happily as the Slayer expertly fondled her pussy. 'At least there are 
some benefits that come with being her bitch.'

Cordelia's moans steadily increased as Buffy brought her closer and closer to a much wanted 
orgasm. The blonde then began switching back and forth between working on her clit and 
driving a couple of fingers into her cunt.

"Yes... Yes... YES! MORE!!" Cordelia grunted while pushing her pussy back onto the 
Slayer's thrusting fingers. Instead she got less as Buffy abruptly pulled back her hand.

"NO!! Don't stop!!" the cheerleader called out anxiously while wiggling her butt at the 
blonde. "Keep finger-fucking my pussy, Buffy!"

Despite her lewd invite, Buffy only tickled her slit a bit -- keeping her on the edge, but not 
doing anything that could trigger a climax.

Once again cheated out of her orgasm, the brunette shot an angry glare across her shoulder. 
"Why the Hell won't you let me CUM?!" she practically growled.

"You need it bad, don't you, Cordy?" asked Buffy with an annoyingly innocent look on her 
face.

"Yes!"

"You REALLY need to cum?"

"YES!! Damnit!! I REALLY need to cum!"

"Okay, I'll let you cum," Buffy smirked. "But first you have to say: Mistress Buffy, your 
bitch needs to cum. Please let me cum, Mistress."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me."

"You fucking bitch!"

Buffy smacked her hand against the brunette's upraised bottom.

"Nope, you're the bitch here, Cordy," she taunted the cheerleader. "And calling me names 
isn't going to help you cum."

"Speaking of names," the blonde thoughtfully continued. "Thanks for bringing up the phrase 
"Mistress Buffy" I have a feeling you're gonna be using those two words a lot from now on."

"Screw you!"

SMACKK!!!!

"Maybe later."

"Okay, then screw me!"

SMACK!!

"Only if you ask nicely," the Slayer grinned.

"Please! I really need to cum, Buffy," Cordelia begged.

"Then say the words, sweetie."

"It's too humiliating!" Cordelia cried out. "Please don't make me say those words."

"Come on, baby," Buffy cooed in the cheerleader's ear. "It's not that bad, you can say it... It 
will be our little secret and I'll make you cum really hard if you do."

"PLEASE!!" Cordelia tried again.

SMACK!!

"Say!"

SMACK!!

"The!"

SMACK!!

"Words!"

SMACK!!

"Cordy!"

SMACK!!!

Buffy followed up the last spank with a teasing little tweak of Cordy's clit.

"Ohhhhh!!! M-M-Mistress B-Buffy, you-- your... bitch n-needs t-to cum... P-please make 
me cum, Mistress!"

"There you go! That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Returning her hand between Cordelia's 
legs, Buffy grabbed the cheerleader's stiff clit with her thumb and forefinger and rolled the 
tiny nubbin between her two fingers.

"GOD!!! Yessssssss!"

Licking her lips, she pushed three fingers inside Cordelia's wonderfully tight pussy... Once 
she got a smooth finger-fuck rhythm going inside the brunette's hot box, Buffy slid her other 
hand up across Cordy's taut belly and quickly reached her second goal: the cheerleader's big 
tits.

After fondling each of the mammaries to her heart's content, she focussed her attentions on 
the stiff, red nipples that crowned each of the cheerleader's firm, rounded globes. Buffy 
pinched and pulled each of the taut little treasures in turn, listening with delight to the little 
whimpers of pain and pleasure this brought from the brunette.

The three fingers fucking her pussy combined with the mild torture of her titties quickly 
brought Cordelia back to the point close to climax she had reached three times before in the 
last hour.

"Yessssss!! Feels so good..." she muttered, arching her back in pleasure. "So fucking 
good..."

Sensing that the brunette is getting close to cum, Buffy quickly added a fourth finger inside 
Cordy's cunt and used her other hand to rub the cheerleader's clit.

"Oh GOD!!!" Cordelia screeched out. "Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-GOD!!! YESSS!!!! I'M 
COMINGGGG!!!!"

Shaking wildly on the bed while Buffy's fingers pounded her cunt and frigged her clit, the 
cheerleader rode out her lengthy orgasm.

With her head resting on the bed for support, Cordelia took long, deep breaths while 
recovering from her orgasm. Buffy's body rested on top of hers, the Slayer's stiff nipples 
pressing against her back, while the blonde leisurely played with her boobs.

"So... did you enjoy our little session, Cordy?" Buffy casually inquired.

"Part of it, yeah," she just-as-casually replied.

The Slayer giggled. "Well, I did have to teach you a little lesson first before getting to the 
really good stuff."

"By the way... did you happen to catch the gist of today's lesson, Cordy?"

"Um... not really, what was that?" Cordelia carefully asked.

"That you're *mine*!" the blonde suddenly growled in her ear. "You. Are. My. Bitch!" Buffy 
accented each word by pinching her nipples. "These are mine, and," the Slayer's hand slid 
down her belly and grabbed her pussy, "this is also mine! Got that, Cordy?"

'Oh, Fuck... I am *so* screwed!' the cheerleader said to herself after hearing Buffy's 
possessive words. Swallowing nervously, she turned her head to face the blonde and give her 
a submissive little nod. Seeing the lust-filled look in the Slayer's eyes, she mentally added, 
'Literally!'

*****

Two fuck-filled hours later, Buffy held her sticky fingers (which had entered just about every 
orifice Cordelia possessed) in front of the cheerleader's face and barked out a short command, 
"Lick them clean."

Without uttering even a single word of protest, Cordelia opened her mouth and obediently 
lapped the blonde's hand clean.

"Yeah, that's my girl! You're such a good, little bitch," Buffy cooed while stroking the 
brunette's behind.

Not even that little jibe got a reaction from the cheerleader, the blonde noted with a certain 
amount of satisfaction. 'Maybe I've finally fucked her into submissiveness...Nah!'

Smiling to herself, she got up from the bed and carried the worn-out cheerleader to the 
shower.

After having taken a wonderfully long shower in the large and luxurious shower stall and then 
towelling the two of them dry, Buffy carried the brunette back into her bedroom and laid her 
out on the bed.

She quickly got dressed and then spend another fifteen minutes playing some more with 
Cordy's nude, defenceless body.

"See? Told ya I'd make you pay," Buffy whispered in the cheerleader's ear before leaving.

*****

Still lying nude and spread-eagled on her bed, Cordelia let out a deep sigh. She felt 
completely dazed after the treatment the Slayer had given her.

Maybe she should just stop fighting it and give in completely... allow Buffy to take her 
cherry, which she's obviously eager to do, and become the Slayer's bitch. After all, there are 
worse things in life than spreading her legs for the beautiful blonde on command and letting 
her have her way with her.

However, these submissive thoughts quickly vanished once the throbbing pain in her butt 
required her attention. While rubbing lotion on her painful behind and sore tits, the brunette 
began thinking back at all the depraved and humiliating things Buffy had made her say and 
do. This little trip down memory lane caused any feelings of resignation and submissiveness 
to be quickly replaced by anger, indignation, and a surge of pride.

She mentally steeled herself. 'Damnit, NO! I'm Cordelia Chase and I will not be bested by 
that blonde, butch-dyke bitch!'

Tapping into that special source of energy she hadn't used since that last big sale at Sax's, 
Cordelia leapt out of bed and quickly got dressed. 

While putting on her make-up, she started thinking of a battle plan.

'First, this situation calls for a bit of damage control... Maybe I can turn her psycho scare-
my-boyfriend-away tactics to my advantage...' Grabbing her phone, she pressed down on one 
of the speed-dials and waited for the phone to be picked up at the other end.

......

"Hey Harm!"

......

"I could be better... did you hear about the latest incident at school today?"

......

"Yeah, that Summers girl went totally psycho again... Or, as our school's counsellor likes to 
put it: Poor Buffy had another one of her "episodes"."

......

"Hmm... Right! I totally agree... I've said it before, and I'll say it again: she's the freakin' 
poster-girl for reform school."

......

"It's all pretty hush-hush, but I've heard that after she assaulted Michael, she went into the 
gym, took off all her clothes, and sang ALL verses of The Star Spangled Banner before going 
home."

......

"Even worse than Roseanne."

......


"Yeah, I know! Despite her nudity, several football players fled the gym."

......

"Well, I thought they were testing out the emergency sirens, but you might be right: it could 
have been Buffy."

......

"Yeah, and now they're doubling her medication."

......

"Uh-huh."

......

"No kidding? She came on to you as well?"

......

"Right!"

......

"Bye, Harm... Oh, and remember: let's keep Buffy's latest "episode" our little secret. We 
don't want to be the cause of anymore embarrassment for the poor girl, now do we?"

......

"Bye!"

'Knowing Harmony, she will make certain that rumours of Buffy's latest leap into insanity 
will be all over the school by Monday,' Cordelia concluded satisfied as she hung up the 
phone. 'Any little bit of credibility Buffy might have had will be pretty much gone by then.'

A smile appeared on the cheerleader's lips. 'Time for phase two!'

She grabbed her car keys from the dresser and stormed out of her room. Less than a minute 
later she was driving her car towards Sunnydale High.

*****

Tiptoeing to the twin doors, the brunette peered through the glass and was relieved to see only 
Giles sitting there. Luckily, even a nerd like Willow and a loser like Xander had better things 
to do on a Friday night than hang around in the school library. Of course, just about everyone 
has better things to do than that... everyone, except for Giles that is. Good ol' reliable Giles!

'Thank God for stuffy, bookwormy Watchers with no social life!'

With a determined look on her face, Cordelia threw open the doors and marched into the 
library, visibly startling a tea-sipping Giles.

"C-Cordelia?" the watcher stammered surprised.

'Damn! I really wish it didn't have to come to this.'

She took a deep breath and walked up to the watcher.

"We need to talk about Buffy."


Chapter 9


After having told Giles most of what had happened between her and Buffy in the last two 
weeks, a red-faced Cordelia stared at an equal red-faced watcher while awaiting his response.

"A-Are you serious?!" The watcher finally managed to get out after a very long and 
uncomfortable silence.

"Hey! Do I look like I'm kidding?!" the annoyed cheerleader responded. "Like I'd really 
show my face in here if it wasn't an extreme emergency. I'm not joking around and I'm not 
crazy either, and you better believ--"

Giles held out a hand, halting the word-flood he sensed was coming. "I-I am not questioning 
your sanity, Cordelia... It's just a tad difficult for me to believe that Buffy would... behave in 
such a manner."

"Perhaps you'd like to see some of the bruises that little bitch put on my behind?" the May 
Queen inquired stonily while shooting the Watcher an icy glare.

The librarian turned even more flustered than before as his eyes inadvertently dropped to the 
cheerleader's nether regions before quickly glancing up again.

"N-no, that won't be necessary." Removing his glasses, he pinched the bridge of his nose, 
taking a few moments to collect his thoughts before focussing his eyes again on the brunette. 
"You said that this... situation started Thursday a week ago?"

"Yes, that's when she started to act really weird... Well, weirder than usual, that is," Cordelia 
began to recap, satisfied that the watcher finally seemed to take her serious.

*****

After a long shower, Buffy strolled back into her bedroom. Even though the sun was already 
down, it was still pretty hot in her room so she didn't bother putting on a bathrobe.

Instead of getting dressed right away, she threw herself face down on the bed. Closing her 
eyes, the blonde pressed her face into the freshly washed sheets; smiling as her enhanced 
sense of smell was instantly bombarded by the delightful scent of the lavender/vanilla fabric 
softener that her mother used. After having breathed deeply of the enticing scent, Buffy 
turned over on her back and began replaying today's events over in her mind; as usual her 
thoughts focussed mainly on a certain buxom, brunette cheerleader.

The moment that the visual image of Cordelia Chase appeared in her mind, Buffy's hands -- 
spread out above her head -- gradually gravitated towards her naked body. Once the blonde 
Slayer started touching herself, the image of Cordelia in her cheerleader outfit transformed 
into the image of a buck-naked Cordelia Chase lying on her back with her legs pulled back, 
holding her labia-lips open for Buffy's visual inspection.

Groaning softly, Buffy spread her legs wide and placed her right hand between her thighs, 
softly stroking her swollen slit and clit. Her left hand quickly moved to her left breast, pulling 
and pinching her swollen nipple and squeezing the firm flesh.

As the blonde's arousal increased and her little masturbation session intensified, the images in 
her mind turned progressively more pornographic. She pictured Cordelia kneeling naked 
before her, a devoted expression on the May Queen's face while she used her deadly, much-
feared tongue to tenderly tend to her pussy... Then she's suddenly in the girls' locker room, 
spanking the brunette's bare behind while the other girls of the cheerleading squad stand 
around them. The pretty young women were watching the spanking of their leader with 
shocked and aroused expressions on their faces. Apprehension soon followed once the 
cheerleaders realized that soon it would be *their* turn for a bare-bottomed spanking across 
Buffy's knee...

Pumping three fingers in her sopping slit while roughly kneading her tits, Buffy's fantasy 
became even kinkier: She's in the gym and judging from the huge crowd on the bleachers and 
the cheerleaders cheering on the sideline, it looked like their basketball team at long last made 
it to the finales of the state championship. But instead of a game taking place on the floor, 
there's only Cordelia and herself, sitting totally naked on a mat in the middle of the gym.

Gazing around at the numerous onlookers, Buffy knew that she should be mortified about 
being naked in front of a crowd of strangers, but instead she felt more aroused then she'd 
ever felt before. Looking down, her eyes trailed across her naked body -- taking in her rock-
hard nipples with an amused smile and giving them a little tweak. The audience seemed to 
approve of that, judging from their cheers. She then noticed a long, thick fake cock protruding 
from her crotch: a strap-on dildo. It was damn near a foot long. After giving the fake phallus 
a little feel, Buffy smirked and turned her eyes towards her naked lover.

Apparently, the shame and self-consciousness that Buffy lacked was still abundantly present 
in Cordelia. The brunette blushed brightly as she covered her large breasts with an arm while 
using her free hand to protect her pussy from the crowd's leering looks. When her eyes met 
Buffy's, the embarrassed cheerleader hung her head in shame... But only for a second or so, 
because when Cordelia detected the big fake cock towering out between the blonde's 
muscular thighs, her eyes grew wide and her head snapped up to look at Buffy's face again. It 
didn't take her long to decipher the look of lust in the Slayer's penetrating green eyes. 
Blushing even harder than before, the cheerleader attempted to create some distance between 
herself and the horny blonde by quickly backing away. Her attempt to escape was short-lived 
when a second later Buffy's hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

"Nuh-uh, Cordy," Buffy admonished the naked cheerleader, "time to stop being a tease and 
become a woman."

"Not here!" Cordelia groaned mortified while trying to cover up her exposed body.

"Yes, here!" Buffy grinned. "Now stop trying to hide your beautiful body from our fans, and 
spread those legs."

The cheerleader bit her bottom lip while her eyes darted back and forth, searching for a way 
out of this mess.

The Slayer's eyes narrowed and she slapped the brunette's butt in warning.

SMACK!!! "Owww!!"

That little bit of discipline Buffy dealt out to the disobedient cheerleader was greeted by a 
round of applause.

"Listen up, Cordy. I want you to spread your legs and pull your knees back all the way to 
your shoulders. And unless you want another spanking in front of all these people, you better 
obey me right now."

The crowd loudly cheered at Buffy's words -- especially the bit about the spanking.

Sensing that the blonde wasn't kidding around and knowing that she wouldn't get any help or 
sympathy from their audience, Cordelia closed her eyes, drew in her breath, and slowly 
pulled back her legs while spreading them wide. As her well-groomed and glistening cunt 
became exposed to Buffy and a couple of hundred strangers, another loud cheer sounded 
through the gym, accompanied by several loud wolf whistles.

Buffy smirked when she saw how wet and aroused the cheerleader's cunt already was. 
Despite her apparent reluctance, Cordy seems to be as horny and ready for this as she is.

With a possessive gleam in her eyes, Buffy reached out and stroked two fingers back and forth 
across the brunette's nether lips before shoving them up to the hilt inside the May Queen's 
wet, hot box. "Mine!"

Cordy gasped at the sudden intrusion and the audience once again applauded.

After finger-fucking the furiously blushing brunette for several long minutes, Buffy decided 
that the cheerleader was as ready for her "cock" as she's ever gonna be. Licking her lips in 
anticipation, she placed herself between her lover's legs and positioned the head of the dildo 
at the entrance of Cordelia's cunt; sliding it up and down the moist cleft, she lubricated the 
silicone rod with Cordy's juices.

Leaning forward, Buffy grabbed a hold of the cheerleader's hips. She could hear the crowd of 
spectators draw in their collective breaths. Then she gradually pushed her hips forward... 
Looking down, the Slayer watched spellbound as Cordelia's pussy-lips parted for the thick 
silicone stick, making it appear as if they flowered open to make way for the large dildo that 
slowly went into her -former- nemesis' virgin cunt.

Cordelia gasped and groaned as more and more of the big, fake cock entered her tight 
passage.

Holding tightly onto Cordy's hips, Buffy drove the strap-on inside her lover until the fake 
phallus encountered a barrier. Judging from the grunt of pain that escaped the cheerleader's 
lips, Buffy figured she'd reached the brunette's maidenhead. After giving Cordy a comforting 
pat on the butt, she pulled back until only the tip of the dildo was inserted into her lover's slit, 
and then slowly pushed forwards again. Drawing back each time the phallus head bumped 
into Cordelia's hymen and then pushing in again just before the fake cock completely left the 
cheerleader's cunt, Buffy soon got into a steady fuck-rhythm that got them both really worked 
up and their pussies sopping wet. 

A minute ago it had been possible to hear a pin drop in the large hall; now a low drone of 
murmurs resonated through the gym. Despite being busy with more important matters, Buffy's 
super hearing picked up some bits of conversation: 

"I really thought she was gonna take the cheerleader's cherry with one single thrust... 
Hmmm, guess I owe you fifty."

"Double or nothing says the blonde's gonna fuck the brunette up the ass after she takes her 
cherry."

"You're on, buddy!"


"Wow! This is a hundred times better then some lame-assed basketball game!"

"Um, aren't you, like, the captain of the basketball team?"

"Yeah... So what's your point?"


"This is freakin' hot! I hope you're getting all this on tape, dude!"

"Dude! Weren't YOU supposed to bring the camera?!"

"Damnit!"
 

"Eh heh heh, this is cool!"

"Huh huh heh huh, yeah cool! Who ever said that crossovers suck ass?"

"Uh, you did, Butthead."

"Shut up, Beavis!" 


Shutting out everything else, Buffy concentrated solely on giving Cordelia the fucking of a 
lifetime. Still sliding the strap-on in and out the May Queen's receptive slot, she let go off 
Cordy's waist and used one hand to diddle the cheerleader's clit while using the other one to 
play with the brunette's big boobs.

Cordelia seemed to REALLY get into that. The soft grunts and groans that escaped the 
cheerleader's lips changed into a steady panting and she started moving her hips to meet the 
dildo each time it slid into her. Then slowly, almost tentatively, Cordelia opened her eyes and 
looked up at Buffy.

The Slayer's green eyes stared deeply into the brunette's hazel ones; her gaze signalling a 
silent question to the cheerleader. A question which Cordelia had no trouble deciphering the 
meaning of.

Nervously biting her bottom lip, Cordelia gazed down between her tits at the large dildo 
sticking out crudely from the Slayer's crotch, fucking her tight pussy. The in-and-out motion 
of the thick strap-on while it plugged her virgin cunt was almost hypnotic, and one of the most 
arousing sights she'd ever seen.

She then knew what she wanted right now... more of Buffy's big cock! As much as the blonde 
was able to give her.

"YES!!" With lust-filled eyes she looked up to meet the Slayer's gaze again. "Do it! Take me, 
Buffy," the cheerleader urged while folding her legs around the blonde's waist and pulling 
her closer. "Take my cherry and make me yours!" Her words were greeted with a thunderous 
applause and loud cheers from the audience, but she didn't care about that at the moment.

Buffy's eyes lit up. To say that she's happy to comply would be a huge understatement. 
Returning her hands to Cordy's hips, she leaned down to plant a long kiss on the 
cheerleader's luscious lips. "Ready, baby?" she whispered.

Cordelia braced herself and let out a little whimper before nodding.

The moment the brunette nodded her assent, Buffy retracted her hips until the dildo almost 
left the cheerleader's snatch... Gazing down at her naked lover, and taking in Cordelia's wet 
and ready pussy, huge heaving breasts, and those big beautiful brown eyes which were filled 
with lust, she couldn't wait a second longer to claim this beauty as her own. With one quick 
thrust, the Slayer drove her cock deep into Cordy's cunt; not stopping until the silicone dick 
was buried up to the hilt inside the cheerleader's tight slot.

Cordelia gasped and grunted as the Slayer's strap-on made short work of her virginity and 
blushed when she heard the crowd cheer. She'd almost forgotten about them, but they 
obviously didn't forget about her. She felt her embarrassment return tenfold when the cheers 
were followed by a standing ovation. But her feelings of shame quickly faded away when 
Buffy began working that big cock in and out of her cunt, and when the blonde returned her 
nimble fingers to her tits and her clit she managed to tune their crude cheering out.

Smiling down at the gorgeous, loudly panting and moaning, May Queen, Buffy pinched one of 
the cheerleader's erect nipples and gave her clit a little tweak. Her smile grew bigger when 
she saw what kinda effect this had on Cordelia: the brunette cooed with delight and pressed 
her heels into Buffy's back while urging the blonde to fuck her harder.

Giving the beautiful cheerleader a good, hard fucking was something for which Buffy needed 
no additional encouragement. Lifting her hips up high, she plunged the phallus deep into her 
lover's wet and wide-open cunt, and soon developed a fast, steady fuck-rhythm which had 
Cordelia panting with pleasure. With gleaming eyes, the Slayer watched the brunette's big tits 
bounce and jiggle back and forth each time she pounded the silicone prick into Cordelia's wet 
pussy.

As their fucking grew more intense the crowd started chanting, "In! Out! In! Out! In! Out!" 
as if conducting their coupling. Meanwhile, each thrust of the dildo was also accompanied by 
Cordelia's loud grunts. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Suddenly, without any warning, Buffy moved backwards, letting the strap-on slide out of the 
cheerleader's cunt with a loud pop.

Opening her eyes in surprise, the dazed brunette gazed up at the Slayer. "Don't stop!" she 
protested while giving the blonde a pleading look.

"I don't intend to," Buffy smirked and smacked the May Queen's behind. "On your hands 
and knees," she ordered.

For the first time in her life, Cordelia obeyed without question and positioned herself on her 
hands and knees. Moving her thighs apart, the brunette arched her back -- presenting the 
blonde behind her with a great view of her wet and swollen sex.

"Good girl," Buffy muttered, and gave the cheerleader a couple more spanks on her bare ass. 
Cordelia shuddered with delight and arched her back even more. Grabbing a hold of the 
dildo, Buffy positioned the tip against the cheerleader's dripping slot and pushed the entire 
length into her lover's opening with one quick thrust.

"GOD!!! Yessssss!" Cordelia crooned with delight as Buffy's big cock seemed to fill her 
entire being. Impossible though it seemed, her pleasure grew even more intense when the 
domineering blonde reached beneath her to grab both her boobs and started kneading the 
firm tit flesh and pinching her rock-hard nipples while fucking her hard from behind. "Yes! 
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!!" she cried out each time the Slayer's strap-on pounded her tight 
pussy.

The scent of Cordelia's arousal and her cries of pleasure awakened the predator in Buffy. 
Letting go of the cheerleader's tits, the Slayer stroked her left hand down her lover's belly 
and started diddling Cordy's clit while using her right hand to spank the brunette's firm 
round butt.

SMACK!!! "Oh!"

SMACK!!! "Mmmm!!"

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! "Ahhhh!!"

"You enjoy getting it from behind, on all fours like a bitch, don't ya, Cordy?" Buffy spoke 
excitedly into the cheerleader's left ear.

SMACK!! SMACKK!!! "Ohhh! Yessss!!!"

The Slayer smirked. Her little bitch sounded close to cumming. "Good! 'Cause that's what 
you are: MY bitch! And from now on..." Buffy waved at the crowd cheering her on, 
"everyone knows it!"

SMACK!!! "Oh!"

"Now I wanna hear you say it!"

SMACK!!! "Ahhh!"

SMACK!!! "I'm your bitch!"

SMACK!!! "Good!" SMACK!!! "Now use my name!" SMACK!!!

"Ohhhhh!! I-I'm B-Buffy's bitch?"

SMACK!!! "Not bad, Cordy." SMACK!!! "Now say it harder!"

"I'm Buffy's Bitch!"

SMACKK!!!! "HARDER!!"

"I'M BUFFY'S BITCH!!!!" Cordelia Chase cried out as she came in front of an audience of 
thousands.

Another standing ovation shook the gym hall.

Still shaking from her orgasm, Cordelia lowered her arms down on the mat and rested her 
head on them. With her ass sticking up in the air like this, Buffy continued to pound the 
cheerleader's pussy with the same breakneck speed as before.

Buffy's lips formed a smug smile as she gazed down at Cordelia's moaning and shuddering 
form. Taking Cordy's virginity, claiming her, and making her cum felt freakin' amazing, but 
doing it front of a crowd of people made it even better. Fucking the beautiful brunette, taking 
her cherry and declaring the cheerleader her bitch in front of a large audience seemed to 
make it official somehow, sorta like a marriage. Just thinking about it made a surge of lust 
shoot through her body. This, combined with the sensations coming from the base of the dildo 
rubbing against her clit, brought her rapidly closer to her own orgasm.

Leaning down, she rubbed her hard nipples against Cordy's back while grabbing a hold of 
the brunette's big tits again, and really started giving it to her. Every time she drove the dildo 
into the cheerleader's snatch, the end of it pressed into her clit, igniting a jolt of pleasure in 
her crotch. 

"Oh Fuckkk! Yesssss..." Buffy blissfully moaned. Wow! What an incredible feeling... Which 
not only referred to the stimulation of her clit, but also to the power trip she experienced from 
fucking the bitchy, beautiful, stuck-up brunette with a big strap-on dildo -- all things 
considered, it's pretty similar to the feeling of power she got from slaying vamps. Smiling to 
herself, Buffy pinched and pulled Cordy's large nipples, bringing forth little grunts of 
pleasure and pain from the cheerleader. That managed to turn her on even more. As she 
approached her climax, Buffy suddenly spotted some familiar faces in the crowd, cheering her 
on.

Willow waved and smiled at her. "Give it to her HARD, Buffy!" she yelled. "The bitch has it 
coming to her; she's made me miserable throughout most of my school years. If anyone needs 
to get the stuffing fucked out of them, it's her!"

"Yeah! You go, Buff!" Xander cheered while doing his infamous Snoopy dance. "I never got 
past second base with her, and if anyone gets to pop the Ice Queen's cherry, I'm glad it's 
you!"

"Buffy?"

The blonde's eyes grew wide when she recognized her mother's voice, and a second later she 
spotted her mother standing on the sideline. "Mom!" she squealed with a definite note of 
panic in her voice. "What are YOU doing here?"

A very stern looking Joyce Summers frowned at her very naked daughter. "Same as everyone 
else in this town seems to be doing: watching my little girl performing a live lesbian sex-act 
with a classmate in front of several thousand strangers."

Buffy felt herself blush a bright-red, but despite the embarrassment of having her mother 
watch her, she couldn't get herself to stop fucking Cordelia. "Um... I can explain, mom."

Joyce raised a questioning eyebrow at her daughter.

Looking straight ahead while gnawing on her bottom lip, Buffy tried to picture the kinda lewd 
spectacle they must be presenting to her mom and the rest of their audience. In her mind's eye 
she saw herself, naked as the day she was born, fucking an equally naked Cordelia doggie-
style in the middle of the school's gym, cheered on by a crowd of strangers. 

"Okayyy, I've got nothing," she finally admitted in a defeated tone. Cringing in advance, 
Buffy glanced sideways and shot her mother a covert look to see how, exactly, she's taking 
this. But to her great surprise, her mom looked more amused then angry.

"Uh... you're not upset with me, mom?" Buffy asked with a meek, little voice.

"Welllll," Joyce said with an exaggerated drawl. "You will have one helluva spanking 
coming to you when you get home, young lady." Seeing her daughter's dumbfounded, wide-
eyed look, Joyce burst into laughter. "Oh relax, honey. I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'm 
proud that my little girl has grown into such a beautiful, confident, strong young woman."

Those words and the dazzling smile her mom send her, brought a glow of delight to the 
blonde's face. Smiling back at her mom, Buffy pounded the dildo into Cordelia's receptive 
snatch even more vigorously than before. "So you're not even a little mad about me fucking 
Cordelia and making her my bitch?" she questioned between pants, while fondling the 
brunette's wildly swinging breasts.

"Not at all, sweetheart." Joyce winked at her daughter. "Maybe being your slut and getting 
spanked on a regular basis will teach that big-titted bitch some manners."

"Ouch!" Buffy giggled. "You tell it, mom!" Her mother's uncharacteristically lewd remark 
somehow managed to make her feel even more aroused (something she didn't think was 
humanly possible). The sparks of pleasure she felt each time the dildo rubbed against her clit 
grew closer apart, and as she fucked the former May Queen faster and faster the numerous 
pleasure jolts gradually became one long orgasm.

"That's my girl! Stick it to the bitch!" Buffy heard her mom call out, triggering one of the 
biggest orgasms she ever had. "Buffy? Are you coming?" Joyce then asked, accompanied by 
a hard pounding sound.


"Buffy? Dinner is ready. Are you coming?"

"FUCK!! YEAH!!!! I'M COMING, MOM!!!!!" Buffy cried out as she came.

"Whoa! Tone it down a notch, honey." Buffy heard her mom say through the closed bedroom 
door, sounding a bit put off. "A simple "yes, mom" would have sufficed," Joyce added as she 
walked away.

Sitting up in her bed, Buffy wiped the sweat from her brow. Looking a bit mortified when she 
recalled what she'd been dreaming, and feeling very grateful that her mom hadn't opened the 
door to peek inside her room. 'Wow! Mucho Bizarro! This one definitely belongs in the Top 
Ten of both the Creepiest AND Most Erotic dream category.' The Slayer giggled to herself. 'I 
think this is the kinda dream that would've made Sigmund Freud's head explode.'

After running to the bathroom to freshen herself up a bit, Buffy quickly got dressed and 
headed downstairs for dinner. Perhaps if her mind hadn't been occupied with erotic thoughts 
about Cordelia Chase, she would have noticed the tall, dark figure hiding in the tree near her 
bedroom window.

Wiping his hands clean on some leaves; Angelus stuffed his cock back inside his pants and 
zipped up. While he enjoyed the unintentional show his former lover had just given him, the 
vampire was less than pleased by the numerous times she'd called out the cheerleader's name 
while friggin' herself.

'Right! That pretty much settles it: she's definitely under the spell of a Xargos demon, and 
totally fixated on Cordelia Chase. Which means that as long as the cheerleader is around, I'll 
just be another vampire to Buffy -- one she'll happily stake... Too bad, I'd hoped it wouldn't 
be anything more than a crush, or maybe even a simple love spell; I could've worked with 
that.'

'Oh, well!' Angelus shrugged. 'Cordy's a bitch, and now she dies.'

"Time to get rid of the competition," the master vampire muttered to himself as he jumped to 
the ground and disappeared into the night.

*****

"It was awful! I could see my life flashing before my eyes... and let me tell ya: I can't believe 
some of the outfits I used to wear... What was I thinking?!"

Giles cleared his throat again. This was the sixth time that Cordelia got sidetracked while 
telling about her ordeal with Buffy in the alleyway behind the Bronze. Luckily, most of the 
time, a polite cough was sufficient to get the cheerleader to refocus her attentions on her story.

"Anyhow, after the bottle-blonde bitch beat my behind red and I apologized to her, she finally 
let me go and I got the hell outta there."

"What happened the next day?" Giles questioned.

"That's when she practically jumped me in the girls' locker room, and... well, you know the 
rest."

The watcher nodded thoughtfully. Frowning slightly, he folded his hands together and 
searched his brain for any kind of spell or mystical creature that could be responsible for 
Buffy's current condition, as well as any sort of magical solution that could turn the Slayer 
back to normal. 'The difficulty is finding out HOW she got this way, once I know that I can 
start looking for a cure.' He poured himself another cup of tea and took a sip, hardly noticing 
that the beverage had turned cold during Cordelia's lengthy story. 'Maybe it's another love 
spell gone wrong... Or perhaps--' His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Cordelia's voice, 
who'd quickly become bored with watching the librarian think.

"I know it's hard, Giles, but we have to face reality here: Buffy has finally lost it." The 
cheerleader put a comforting arm around the watcher's shoulder. "Now, we both knew this 
day was gonna come sooner or later -- I, personally, was betting on sooner... I mean, all the 
signs were there: violent and erratic behaviour, repeated lapses in her judgement and fashion 
sense... It all indicated the same thing: this girl is ready to crack at any moment!"

Giles stared blankly at the cheerleader. 'I think I feel a headache coming on.'

The brunette didn't notice the watcher's blank stare, or simply ignored it as she went on, "So 
we all knew that eventually Buffy would become a permanent resident of Sunnydale Mental 
Hospital... It's hard to accept, I know. Believe me, Giles. Deep inside," Cordelia tapped 
herself on the chest, "I'm hurting as bad as you are... But look at the bright side!" Cordelia 
gave the librarian an encouraging smile. "Macy's stated that outfits with belt buckles are 
going to be in this year, so when Buffy is wearing that straightjacket she'll finally be up-to-
date fashion-wise... And at the very least you'll finally have some good ideas on what to get 
her for her birthday: a lifelong membership to the Hannibal Lector Fanclub; a coupon for one 
funfilled hour of electroshock therapy; a family-sized bottle of valiums; or, if you're in a bind, 
maybe a few dozen rolls of rubber wallpaper." 

The watcher removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose again. 'Make that a full-
grown migraine...'

He halted any further colourful commentaries from the cheerleader by raising a hand. "I need 
you to think closely, Cordelia... When this all started, was there anything out of the ordinary 
you noticed about Buffy? Anything besides her strange behaviour?"

"Let's see... I noticed that her choice of outfit was extremely poor taste. Even for Buffy's 
standards it was--"

"Yes, yes!" Giles quickly interrupted, fearing another lengthy lecture about the Do's and 
Don'ts of fashion. "Anything *besides* her fashion sense you could tell me about?"

"Well... I also noticed that she was covered with some icky green slime," the cheerleader 
suddenly recalled, shuddering at the memory. "That's a bit out of the ordinary, even for 
Buffy, isn't it?"

"Yes, I believe it is," Giles dryly responded. "You are sure about this? It's a green slime she 
was covered with?"

"Hey! It's pretty hard to be wrong about something like that," Cordelia replied, sounding a bit 
miffed. "It wasn't like she used the wrong brand of moisturizer. No, her clothes and skin were 
covered with a bright-green glowing goo!"

"It glowed?!" Giles exclaimed, looking up in shock.

"Yes. I haven't seen a spectacle like that since Harmony went to a new hairstylist and came 
back looking like one of the Supremes."

The watcher stared open-mouthed at the brunette, before abruptly turning around and walking 
into the book cage.

"Hey! Rude much?!"

"I believe I know the cause of Buffy's weird behaviour!" the watcher called excitedly from 
the cage.

"Her weird behaviour for the last two years, or just the last two weeks?" Cordelia called back.

Giles came out of the cage, carrying a large leather-bound book, and shot the cheerleader a 
dirty look. "Buffy told me she had an encounter with a large green, slimy demon... 
unfortunately that describes about 50% of the entire demon species. What she didn't tell me 
was that the demon sprayed her with slime!"

"Uh, why would she leave that out?" Cordelia asked. "Sounds like a pretty important detail to 
me."

"Quite so..." After thinking for a moment, Giles continued, "I'm not sure why she didn't tell 
me that... Maybe it just slipped her mind, or perhaps she was embarrassed... It could, 
however, be somehow related to the effect that the slime is having on her."

"And how does this slime affect her exactly?" the cheerleader questioned. "Besides turning 
her into a dominating, Cordelia-obsessed bitch with lesbian tendencies."

Sighing in exasperation, Giles opened the book and started leafing through it. "That's what 
I'm about to find out... Ah! Here's the chapter I'm looking for."


CHAPTER XXVIII - Xargos Demon


The Xargos demon is the only sentient inhabitant of the Xargos dimension (from which it gets 
its name) and is entirely composed of slime.

This creature is very rare in our dimension and the combined sightings of this demon on the 
earthly plane can be counted on two hands. However, each of these sightings has made a 
great impact on those who encountered the demon.

A Xargos demon wields great strength in its frightening body, and despite its plumb and 
ungainly appearance it has much greater speed than an ordinary human. If you are unlucky 
enough to encounter one of these fierce creatures, and you are unable to escape, then know 
that the only sure way to kill a Xargos demon is to cut off its head and then burn both head 
AND body. If either the head or body remains intact for an extended period of time then the 
demon is able to grow a new head/body. Which basically means that cutting of its head, and 
then neglecting to do anything with the body parts, could result in having to deal with TWO 
Xargos demons at a later time.

A word of warning to those battling the Xargos demon: beware the slime that spews from its 
mouth!

An important fact about the Demon is that it has the ability to spit out a slime that works as 
a destructive acid against most other species of demons... the effect it has on humans is 
quite different however: Strangely enough, it is reported to have an effect somewhat similar 
to that of a powerful love potion/spell, but WITH the added effect that the infected person's 
strength and agility will be gradually increased to several times that of a normal human. 
And unlike a love potion/spell the effect of the slime is practically irreversible.*

Several documents recounting the effects of the slime on the "victims" of the Xargos demon 
describe their behaviour thusly: Once infected with the slime of the demon, the subject will 
appear normal right up until the point that he/she encounters the very first person that he/she 
has strong feelings for. Once that happens, these feelings (even those deeply hidden) will 
begin to surface until they are released in their full uninhibited intensity... and the stronger 
these feelings become the more compelled the infected person will be to act on them. 

In the few documented cases these feelings usually consisted of a very strong dislike/hatred or 
of a very strong attraction/love. However, whether it is hate or love that the victim of the 
slime is feeling, once he/she has had physical contact with the focus of their feelings then 
these feelings will remain strong and guide his/hers actions until one of them dies.

BEWARE: The infected person's increased strength combined with his or hers obsessive 
behaviour can create extremely dangerous situations. Such a person should be handled with 
great care while searching for an antidote!*


*See for the ONLY known antidote: "Magister Montro Mentalla's Magical Antidotes, Volume 
IV"


"Damn, that thing is ugly!" Cordelia muttered while peering over the watcher's shoulder at 
the picture of the demon. "If anyone ever needed an emergency visit from the Avon lady, it's 
him." The cheerleader shook her head in disgust. "So where's this "Magister something-
something Magical Antidotes, Volume IV" book that's mentioned here?"

"I have no idea," Giles replied, deep in thought. "Unfortunately, I only have the volumes one, 
two and three."

Looking at the watcher, Cordelia raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Why, what happened? 
Forgot to pay your membership fee for the Creepy and Obscure book-of-the-month club?"

*****

'Maybe I was a bit too hard on her,' Buffy thought to herself for the 67th time in the last 15 
minutes. After diner she'd gone back to her room to think some more about Cordelia Chase, 
and what her next step should be with her somewhat reluctant lover. 'Okay, so my pet 
cheerleader needed an attitude adjustment, but I could have easily settled for another bare-
bottomed spanking instead of whipping that amazing ass of hers raw.' 

Throwing Mr. Gordo in the air, Buffy watched the stuffed pig twirl around a few times before 
its nose touched the slightly discoloured spot on the ceiling she was aiming for, and then drop 
down into her arms again. 'Sure, Cordy can be a real bitch, but let's be honest here -- so can 
I... And she's been pretty cool so far about the lesbian thing between us, which is kinda new 
to us both; she deserves some consideration points just for that.'

Parking Mr. Gordo on her belly, the Slayer stretched her arms above her head and sighed. 
'Besides, if I'm gonna be totally honest here then I also have to admit that Cordy was sorta 
entitled to be pissed off about me ending it with her and Michael. After all, I never actually 
told her that I wanted anything more then just sex from her, so it shouldn't have come as a big 
shocker that Miss May Queen figured she was free to go out with Michael and let him sample 
her goodies...'

Sitting up so quickly that Mr. Gordo got catapulted to the other side of the room, she said to 
herself, "Let's face it, Buffy: You're gonna have to find a way to make it up to her."

The blonde pursed her lips and considered what to do... 'I know! I just need to make her see 
that the end of her relationship with Michael is actually the beginning of something much 
better: a real relationship between the two of us. Not just sex. And the best way to show her 
that I mean business is to take her out on a date: dinner, movie, dancing, the whole 
enchilada!' 

Happy with her decision and the prospect of taking the beautiful brunette out on a date, Buffy 
bounced over to the phone and reserved a table for two on eight o'clock, Saturday evening in 
Sunnydale's finest restaurant. In any other town, calling one day in advance would probably 
have been too short notice to get dinner reservations in a quality restaurant, but due to 
Sunnydale's high mortality rate and its citizen's lack of enthusiasm to go out after dark, there 
was still a table available. Who knew that living in the murder capital of the U.S.A. had 
benefits aside from the cheap housing?

After making the dinner reservation, Buffy dialled Cordy's number to inform her of their 
plans. She frowned when no-one picked up. Cordelia isn't the kinda person who lets her 
phone ring repeatedly without rushing to pick it up. So no answer could only mean that the 
cheerleader was out. The question is: where? Unfortunately, she didn't have Cordy's mobile 
number, which would have made finding out a whole lot easier.

'She wouldn't dare to keep her date with Michael, would she?' The blonde considered this for 
a moment, before shaking her head. 'Nah, not even Cordy would have the nerve for that... and 
even if SHE did, I'm pretty sure Michael doesn't.'

The Slayer perked up when the obvious answer occurred to her. 'I know! She's probably out 
bronzing. It's not like there's much else to do in this town.'

After changing into one of her most seductive outfits, Buffy headed out for the Bronze. As her 
pace quickened into a fast jog, the blonde kept herself busy by mentally planning out her date 
with Cordy. Buffy felt sure that if she shows the cheerleader a really good time on their date 
she'll become a lot more affectionate. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she pictured how 
"affectionate" Cordelia might be after a great date together.

The blonde Slayer felt as if her life was finally coming together. 'It's incredible how much 
difference it makes to have someone to love in your life. I can really see a future for Cordy 
and me... Sure, she might need a little convincing to show her that I'm perfect for her. And 
God knows that girl needs a strong hand more than anyone else on this planet... but 
considering that I'm more then happy to provide Cordelia with all the discipline she needs, 
that's not a problem.'

Buffy grinned to herself. 'Nope, that's REALLY not a problem, since Cordy enjoys getting her 
butt tanned about as much as I enjoy giving it to her... which just proves that we're made for 
each other!" 

The Slayer shook her head in amazement. 'Whoa... I'm really starting to fall for her. There's 
just so much about her I love. Besides the obvious, like her incredible beauty and body, 
there's her quick wit, her loyalty, her stubbornness and her intelligence... She isn't the one-
dimensional, ditzy, fashion-obsessed valleygirl a lot of people take her to be.'

*****

"... So after headbutting her, I kicked that blonde bitch in the shins and ran off," Cordelia 
triumphantly finished her story. "And that's how I managed to purchase this beautiful, black 
silk number from the March Madness Sale at Sax's."

After pouring another generous splurge of scotch into his tea, Giles made to put away the 
silver flacon. Looking at the cheerleader he promptly changed his mind and took a long 
swallow from the flask before putting it aside. 'That's better!' he considered, feeling 
somewhat strengthened. "That was a... fascinating tale, Cordelia. However, I fail to see the 
relevance it has to our current situation."

The cheerleader shrugged. "I just thought I'd brighten the mood a bit, since our research is 
getting us nowhere."

Giles sighed. 'I'm sure that deep down she means well,' he told himself again. Putting as 
much reassurance in his voice as he could, he said, "I'm sure we'll find a way to cure Buffy 
eventually... it's just going to take a little time."

Cordelia silently contemplated the watcher's words. Wondering if a cure still existed, and in 
case it does: will Giles be able to find it? 'Probably, Giles is great at figuring out stuff like 
this. Knowing him he'll have Buffy back to normal before the end of next week.' Surprisingly, 
this didn't cheer her up the way she thought it would. 'I wonder what she'll be like after she 
gets cured...Will she remember what happened between us, or is she gonna go all amnesia-
girl like Xander after his little stint with hyena-possession. And what if she remembers... Will 
that really change anything between us, besides the obvious awkwardness we're gonna feel 
towards each other, or will we just go back to ignoring one another like nothing happened -- 
the Sunnydale way of dealing with things?' Cordelia frowned. 'And which would *I* prefer? 
A Buffy who dislikes and ignores me, or a Buffy who... loves me...?' 

"Ugh!!" The cheerleader threw her hands up in disgust. "All this thinking and worrying is 
gonna give me wrinkles!" she exclaimed. She then noticed Giles staring at her. "Uh... sorry, 
did you say something?"

"I just said that research will go a lot quicker if the others help out; especially Willow is good 
at finding things out with that contraption of hers."

"Nuh-uh!" Cordelia quickly nixed that idea. "I don't want any of the others to know about my 
little "situation" with Buffy."

"Really, Cordelia," Giles said, sounding somewhat exasperated. "I understand that this is a 
rather awkward situation for you, but it's of the utmost importance that we find a solution as 
soon as possible - time being of the essence here."

"I'm very much aware of that," the cheerleader coolly replied. "Believe me: if anyone wants 
to find a quick solution to this mess it's ME! You think I enjoy being Buffy's little sex-
slave?!" she questioned irately. 'Yes, you do.' a nagging, little voice inside her head said. 
'SHUT UP!' Cordelia told that little voice.

"Please." Giles held out a calming hand. "I'm not implying anything except that we could 
really use the others' help while searching for a way to cure Buffy. And I'm sure that Xander, 
Willow and Oz will use the utmost discretion concerning your... newly formed relationship 
with Buffy."

For a long moment, Cordelia considered the watcher's words then stubbornly shook her head. 
"Aren't you, like, the number one watcher guy in the world who knows all these old 
languages and ancient texts, and who's got thousands of musty old books about demons, 
vampires and ghouls practically memorized? Isn't that why they choose you to be Buffy's 
watcher? So I really don't see why we need the others. Somehow, I can't picture Oz's 
research skills and Xander's donut-fetching skills unlocking the secret to Buffy's cure, and I 
seriously doubt that Willow is gonna find an antidote for Xargos demon slime lying around on 
the internet." 

The brunette took a deep breath and continued, "Besides, I remember you telling Buffy that in 
the good old days, Slayers weren't allowed to have friends because it distracted them from 
their calling. So normally you'd have to do the research job on your own anyway." Feeling 
she'd got her point across, Cordelia issued the librarian a triumphant look.

Giles smiled slightly. "Good point, well put," he acknowledged, "but these aren't normal 
circumstances, and--"

"No, because under normal circumstances, I would've had Psycho-blonde thrown in a 
reformatory already, where she belongs, and I'd be telling my story on Sally Jessie right about 
now," Cordelia commented.

Rubbing his temples, Giles let out another deep sigh. "What I'm trying to say is that under 
normal circumstances this could already be considered a dangerous situation, but with a 
Slayer involved..." The watcher shuddered a little. "Let's just say that things could get really 
bad. We have to tell the others. Not just so they can help us researching a cure, but also so 
they're forewarned about Buffy's condition."

Cordelia made a face. "Well, I'd still prefer it if we kept the Scoobies out of this. It's bad 
enough that I had to tell you; I *really* don't want anyone else to know that I'm Buffy's bitch 
and are required to service her slit on a daily basis."

*****

The second she entered the Bronze, Buffy was on the lookout for Cordelia. However, after 
wasting several minutes trying to find the cheerleader in the throng of people, she became 
aware that even with her enhanced eyesight it was difficult to spot a particular person in the 
dark and crowded club. 

Considering what to do, the Slayer finally decided that the quickest and easiest way to search 
the busy nightclub was from above. So she swiftly climbed the catwalk and started pacing 
back and forth while gazing down into the crowd.

Buffy right away detected Xander, Willow and Oz sitting at their usual table but Cordelia 
wasn't with them -- not that she'd expected the cheerleader to sit with her friends, of course, 
but it would have been nice if she did. After looking around some more, she suddenly spotted 
the cheerleading squad, sitting together like they usually do. Her heartbeat increased as she 
checked out the cheerleaders' individual faces while searching for the familiar features of her 
lover...  Disappointment flooded her system when she failed to detect her beloved brunette 
among the group of girls. Squinting her eyes she tried to get a better look, but eventually had 
to admit to herself that Cordelia just wasn't there.

After pouting for a while, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion that she's not going to 
find Cordy standing way up here. Climbing back down again, Buffy hesitated for a moment 
before heading over to the cheerleader's table, which she considered to be the most likely 
place to find out about Cordy's whereabouts; unfortunately it was also the place where she 
least of all wanted to be. In fact, she'd rather face a pack of rabid vampires than this particular 
pack of cheerleaders. 'Oh well, the things you do for love...'

As she got closer, Buffy noticed that the cheerleaders and their dates were excitedly talking 
among each other. 'Looks like the hens have found some new tasty bit of gossip to cackle 
about,' she thought amused. 'Mmmm... they seem really into it, so it must be good. I wonder 
who the poor bastard is whose reputation is being shredded right now.' Buffy tried using her 
slayer-hearing to listen in on their conversation but the loud music made that impossible. 

When she neared the Alpha girls' table, one of them saw her coming their way and elbowed 
the girl next to her, urgently whispering and pointing in her direction; the other girl repeated 
this with the girl sitting next to her, and so on... Soon most of the cheerleaders where either 
staring at her or busy whispering with each other. 

'What's their fucking problem?!' Buffy thought irritably. When she finally reached their table 
all the cheerleaders had stopped talking (something she'd always considered to be physically 
impossible) and were staring at her with smug smiles on their faces.

With an increasing sense of suspiciousness and dread, Buffy glanced around the table at the 
circle of self-satisfied faces pointed her way. The Slayer waited for someone to speak... but 
when almost a minute passed without anyone saying a word, she quickly got tired of playing 
mute. 

"Hey..." she shot the cheerleaders her brightest smile, "have any of you girls seen Cordy 
around?"

Buffy's smile faltered a bit when her question was met with total silence. "Or have any idea 
where she could be right now?" she tried again.

This time her question was greeted by several giggles and snickering from the group of girls. 
Any trace of a smile on Buffy's face was now gone. Clenching her fists at her side, the Slayer 
resisted the almost overpowering urge to slap the superior looks of those smug bitches' faces. 
"Is there something funny I'm missing here?" she asked through clenched teeth.

The cheerleaders glanced at each other, looking like they were desperately trying not to laugh.

"Hey, Buffy!" Harmony suddenly called out. "You think you could maybe sing all verses of 
The Star Spangled Banner for us? Then we might tell you were to find Cordy."

Buffy looked on with astonishment as the entire group burst into laughter at that very lame 
"joke". 'What the fuck?! Was THAT suppose to be *funny*?!'

"Does this mean that neither of you wants to tell me where Cordelia is?" The Slayer watched 
stoically as the cheerleaders and their dates started laughing even harder... for about fifteen 
seconds, then she was pretty much fed-up with it.

Unclenching her fists, she grabbed the underside of the table and lifted it up: spilling the 
numerous drinks and bowls of pretzels that littered the table onto the cheerleader's dresses 
and into the laps of their dates.

A satisfied smile appeared on the blonde's lips when the cheerleaders & jocks annoying 
laughter turned into cries of dismay accompanied by several loud curses. "There ya go! Not 
so funny now, is it?!"

Letting the table drop back to the floor with a loud, resounding thump, Buffy looked around 
triumphantly while casually wiping her hands. The Slayer then searched around the table, 
glancing at the several shocked faces staring back at her until she spotted Harmony.

Reaching over and grabbing the front of Harmony's outfit, she pulled the blonde cheerleader 
towards her and slowly lifted her off her feet. "Now, let's try this again: Where's Cordelia?"

"Hey! Listen up, you blonde freakshow..." Harmony's date, a big burly football player, had 
overcome his initial shock and stomped over to her in the most threatening manner he could 
manage. "I don't know what the fuck you're on, but if you don't get your hands off my date 
right now, I will--"

"No, I will," Buffy calmly replied while directing her left fist into the football player's face, 
knocking him back unconscious into his seat. With a jovial smile on her face, Buffy once 
again turned her attentions to Harmony and shook the blonde back and forth a bit. "Cordelia. 
Where... is... she?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!" Harmony squeaked. "Last time I spoke with her she called me from her 
house."

Buffy issued the blonde a suspicious look. "When was that?"

"A-About three hours ago!" the cheerleader gasped.

'That must have been right after I left,' Buffy concluded. Glancing up at Harmony, she shook 
her a bit more for good measure. "And what did you two talk about exactly?"

"N-Nothing much... about clothes and school... the usual."

"Don't - Fucking - Lie - To - ME!" Buffy bit out, shaking the blonde back and forth with 
every word.

"SHE SAID YOU TOOK YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN THE GYM AND SANG ALL 
VERSES OF THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER!!!" Harmony hurriedly called out.

"WHAT?!!"

'That fucking BITCH!!'

With effort, Buffy managed to push down the anger she could feel boiling up inside her.

"Ohhhhh! NOW I get your little Star Spangled Banner joke!!" Buffy dropped Harmony back 
in her seat. "Ha Ha! Very funny!" She shot a penetrating glare at the each of the cowering 
cheerleaders. "If I hear any of you repeat that bogus rumour, your daddy's gonna have to pay 
for a SECOND nose-job! Got that?!"

The cheerleaders and their dates collectively nodded their agreement. They looked like 
they're considering ducking beneath the table for cover, and would have, if Buffy hadn't just 
demonstrated why that isn't such a good idea.

"Um, Buffy?"

The moment she heard someone behind her say her name, the Slayer twirled around and 
raised her fists. She relaxed somewhat when she saw Willow, Oz and Xander standing there.

"Hey, guys!" she cheerfully greeted them; as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on and 
she hadn't just turned over a table onto a flock of cheerleaders.

The three Scoobies smiled tentatively at the Slayer... or at least two of them did: Oz more 
looked like he's watching some TV-show he isn't particularly interested in but couldn't be 
bothered to change the channel.

Willow followed up by giving the blonde an awkward, little wave. "Hi, Buffy!"

"Buffster!" Xander cheerfully called out while casually stepping behind Oz, getting ready to 
use the (current) redhead as a human shield in case Buffy felt like throwing a couple more 
punches.

"Hey," Oz said. Nodding at the dishevelled cheerleading squad, he questioned, "What's up 
with the slightly rumpled Alpha girls?"

Buffy glanced behind her, then shrugged. "Oh... nothing much. We got into a little argument, 
so I turned the table on them."

"Don't you mean: turned the tables?" Willow corrected.

"No."

"Oh!" the redhead said, her eyes widening as she stared at the large wooden table.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Xander glanced around him and suddenly noticed that half the 
people in the Bronze were watching them. "Okay, not that I don't enjoy watching a good 
catfight," he said. "But does anybody else notice that we... well, mostly Buffy, are drawing 
more attention than the band. Sure, the band pretty much sucks, but still..."  

Oz calmly looked around and nodded. "If I remember correctly: club rules are that after you 
turn over a table and punch someone out, it's time to finish your drink and call it a night."

The Scooby Gang quickly made their way to the exit, and got into Oz's van.

Driving away, Oz first headed for Buffy's house since her place is closest by. Glancing to his 
right, he saw that the Slayer was quietly staring out the window. "Did I hear you say you were 
looking for Cordelia?" he asked conversationally.

The second Cordelia's name was mentioned, the blonde seemed to undergo an immediate 
transformation. She suddenly perked up and looked at him expectantly. "Yes, I am!" Buffy 
said excitedly, "Any idea where she is?"

Oz shrugged. "Devon mentioned earlier at the Bronze that he saw her car in the school's 
parking lot. So I suppose she could--"

"Stop the car!" Buffy called out without even waiting for Oz to finish his sentence.

Raising an eyebrow, the young werewolf showed some mild surprise at the Slayer's request 
but stepped on the break without any questions.

Before the van came to a complete halt, Buffy had already stepped outside and closed the 
door behind her. "Thanks for the ride, Oz! I'll walk the rest of the way," she called through 
the open car window, and then waved goodbye at Willow and Xander. "'Night, guys! I'll see 
you tomorrow."

About two seconds later, the Slayer disappeared into the darkness while the two passengers of 
the van gawked after her (Oz meanwhile checked his fuel gauge and considered refilling his 
tank tomorrow). 

"Okay, this is getting beyond weird!" Xander called out while staring in the general direction 
the Slayer had gone. "I can think of only one logical reason why Buffy keeps ditching us for 
Cordelia: She must be in serious danger... of becoming an honorary member of the Cordettes. 
We should tell Giles about this and implore him to put an end to this madness." He looked at 
the other occupants of the van for support.

Oz merely shrugged while Willow nodded fervidly. "I suggest we speak to Giles first thing in 
the morning," she said. "Maybe he knows what's causing Buffy's strange behaviour."

"I'm guessing MAJOR case of PMS," said Xander.

*****

It was already past midnight when Cordelia left the library behind her and headed for the 
students parking lot. The cheerleader wasn't in the best of moods. Eventually, after Giles 
pointed out what could happen if, for example, Xander would to make some kinda sexual 
advance at her with Buffy present (very likely trigger a violent response from the Slayer), 
she'd finally given in and granted the watcher her consent to fill the others in.

'So by tomorrow the entire Scooby gang will be in the know about me and Buffy... That's just 
great! Just when I thought dating Xander Harris would be my absolute low point of High 
school humiliation, it seems I have yet to hit rock bottom.'

"Fuck!" she exclaimed loudly, angrily kicking an empty soda-can away. This just showed 
how distressed she felt. Because under normal circumstances, she would never have risked 
damaging her expensive Gucci shoes with such a pointless act. 'Could my life possibly get 
anymore fucked up than this?!'

Of course, it's never a good idea to ask yourself that question... especially when you're living 
in Sunnydale CA.

"Why so upset, Cordelia?" a honey-sweet and eerily familiar voice behind her unexpectedly 
inquired. "Has Versace announced that they're only going to be producing men's wear from 
now on?"

Her blood seemed to turn to ice as she recognized to whom that voice belonged. And ice 
instead of blood would not be so bad right about now, because that voice belongs to Angel. Or 
rather his evil counterpart: Angelus.


Chapter 10


"Angelus!" Cordelia cried out. Quickly spinning around, she pulled out the cross she kept in 
her purse for situations like these and held it out in front of her.

"The one and only," the vampire smugly replied. 

Standing approximately at an eight foot distance from the cheerleader, Angelus appeared as 
non-threatening as any homicidal vampire could possibly pull off. In fact, wearing his human 
face while keeping his hands casually tugged away in the pockets of his expensive-looking 
leather trench coat, he actually managed to look handsome and distinguished. Someone you 
could bring home to meet your parents. Thus expertly hiding his true nature of someone who - 
most likely - would *eat* your parents if he ever got the chance.

"Nice to see you too, Cordy," Angelus greeted the former May Queen with a hint of mocking 
in his voice while looking with an expression of mild reproach at the holy symbol the brunette 
was brandishing at him.

"Tsk, tsk, is *this* how you greet all your friends?" he inquired, shaking his head and 
sounding slightly affronted. "Of course, that would explain why you don't have any 
friends..." he added thoughtfully.

"No, this is how I greet all you bloodsucking fiends," Cordelia responded irritably while 
waving her cross at Angelus and slowly backing away. "And I happen to have plenty of 
friends, mister -- a hell of a lot more than you, anyway." 

"Ouch! That hurts," the vampire smirked while comically clutching his chest. "Now, when 
you say friends... do you mean those brain dead bimbos who follow you around everywhere 
and happily backstabbed you the moment your popularity was dropping? Or are you talking 
about Buffy and her little library posse who just barely tolerate you?"

Cordelia seemed taken aback for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, I get it. This is 
the part where you start playing mind games on me. Why don't you grow up, Angelus, and 
find yourself another hobby... or maybe a job, you undead deadbeat."

The vampire's eyes narrowed slightly and he stalked a bit closer, which caused Cordelia to 
back away more.

Angelus sighed. "You know, all this hostility is completely unnecessary. I didn't arrange this 
little encounter so we could argue... I've come to make you an offer, Cordy." Smiling 
benignly, he added, "Or perhaps "opportunity" would be a better word for it... Yes, an 
*opportunity* which I normally only offer to a very select few of worthy individuals."

"Oh, brother..." Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You really love hearing yourself talk, don't you? 
Could you maybe cut out the suave Dracula act and get to the freakin' point."

Angelus kept smiling benevolently, but the reassuring effect of the smile was mostly negated 
by the sudden appearance of a pair of sharp looking fangs, and instead an air of menace now 
surrounded the vampire.

This served as a swift reminder to Cordelia that she wasn't dealing with the ever polite 
housebroken vampire Angel anymore, but instead with the infamous mass murderer master 
vampire Angelus... and that it might be wise to watch her words for once. "Uh, sorry... You 
were saying? Take all the time you want."

"As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me: I'm here to offer you a wonderful 
opportunity, and I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I call this the opportunity of a 
lifetime." Angelus smile grew wider, making Cordelia even more uncomfortable. "I'm 
offering you the chance to become my ally."

"Your ally?" Cordelia repeated surprised. This is not what she'd been expecting. "What 
exactly are you getting at?"

"It's quite simple, Cordy... You pledge allegiance to me and join my side. By doing this 
you'll not only avoid the very painful and messy deaths that I've got planned for Buffy and 
her little friends, but I'll also reward you with eternal life."

"As a bloodsucking demonic-possessed creature of the night," the cheerleader added with a 
distasteful expression.

"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it," Angelus grinned. "Think about it... Never getting old, 
forever keeping your beauty, and a place at my side as my newest Childe." 

"And what would I have to do to earn this... grand reward," Cordelia inquired sourly.

"Oh, nothing much... just providing some assistance in my battle against a meddlesome 
group of teens and the old coot who guides them."

"In other words: you want me to betray Buffy, Giles and the others."

"Exactly. But hey, it's not like I'm asking you to actually help me fight them," Angelus 
smirked, "I know how you don't like to get your dainty little hands dirty, and we certainly 
don't want to ruin that perfect manicure of yours. No, the only thing I ask is that you provide 
me with some information and maybe get them to show up at a certain place on a specific 
time... A small task really, for so great a reward."

"Uh-huh... So what if I decide to help you, what happens then?"

"Once I've taken care of Buffy, Sunnydale will be mine. And with the power of the 
Hellmouth behind us, the clan of Aurelius will once again be the most powerful vampire clan 
of the world; it will be like it was during the reign of the Master -- except unlike batface, I 
actually know how to have fun. And if you chose so, you can be a part of all this... at a place 
of authority and power."

"And what if I decline your... generous offer?"

"Well, let's see... there's rape... torture... mutilation..." Angelus counted off on his fingers 
while smiling benignly at the brunette. "And I don't want to spoil the ending, but... Oh, why 
the heck not! It ends with various parts of your body being delivered to your parents and to 
each of the Scoobies. I'll probably send your head to Buffy," he added thoughtfully, "and, as 
a little extra - just to show her that she's special to me, I'll probably send her your tits as well, 
'cause dear ole Buff seems to have grown awfully fond of your big titties lately."

Cordelia's face had turned a ghostly pale, and her hand that held the cross trembled slightly. 
'What the...?! He KNOWS about Buffy and me! So that's what this little meeting is about... 
Oh, FUCK!!! Fuck-fuck-FUCK!!! What do I do now? ... I need more time... Giles! Giles said 
he's going home as well after checking out a couple more books for info about Xargos 
demons. That probably won't take him very long, so I just have to stall Angelus for a couple 
minutes more, which shouldn't be too hard with Mr. Motormouth Vampire... Oh, why the fuck 
didn't I just accept Giles' offer to walk me to my car!'

"Why so quiet all of a sudden, Cordy?" Angelus asked in a comradely tone-of-voice. "Are 
you thinking about your new girlfriend? Trouble in paradise already? C'mon, you can tell ol' 
Angelus. We've both been there, ya know. I too have dated that blonde menace, so I can 
sympathize, and perhaps even give you some friendly advice about the many pitfalls of dating 
Buffy Summers."

"Uhh... what's with this "dating Buffy Summers" nonsense, Angelus? Did you just drain a 
druggie, or something?"

"Now, now," Angelus smirked, "no need to play coy with me, Ms. Chase. I know all about 
the twisted lesbian love-affair between you and Buffy... But if you're worried about me being 
upset that my ex-lover is screwing you now, then don't be 'cause I'm a sucker for young love. 
Honestly, seeing Buffy spank and then fuck you at your pool touched me in a very special 
way."

Cordelia stared at the vampire in disbelief. 'How can he possibly know about-or worse: have 
SEEN that?! At my house, in the middle of a bright, sunny day... There's no way he could've 
been there and--'

"And afterwards, I touched myself in a special way."

"Ewww!" Cordelia exclaimed disgusted.

Angelus laughed at the cheerleader's revolted expression. "Nah, just kidding... I actually let 
Drusilla do the touching."

"Ewww!!"

"Though I'm pretty sure that Spike touched himself in that special way while Dru and I were 
busy."

"EWWWW!!! Spike saw us too?! Oh My GOD!! I think I'm gonna be sick!"

"There, there, Cordy." Holding out his arms like he's coming in for a hug, Angelus walked up 
to the dismayed cheerleader, causing her to swiftly jump backwards out of his reach waving 
her cross at him.

Standing still, Angelus shook his head in sad disappointment. "I'm truly heartbroken that you 
still harbour such distrust for me, Cordy. This does not bode well for any future partnership."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'll bet that after threatening me with torture and 
dismemberment you figured we were BFF. God, Angelus, get over yourself, will ya!"

The vampire smiled appreciatively. "You know, I think I'm beginning to understand what 
Buffy sees in you aside from that pretty face and those big titties... perhaps having you in my 
life for all eternity won't be so bad after all."

Cordelia grimaced. "I think you're getting slightly ahead of yourself here -- I haven't agreed 
to anything yet."

Angelus arched an eyebrow. "Come now, Cordy... I know the Scoobies still see you as a bit 
of an airhead, but surely you're not stupid enough to decline. I always figured you'd possess a 
healthy dose of self-preservation."

Wetting her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, Cordelia covertly glanced in the direction of 
the library. The lights were out! This meant that Giles could come out any moment; she just 
needed to buy herself a little more time.

"What if I decide to accept your offer," she questioned hesitantly, "h-how do you know that I 
won't betray *you* instead?"

"Good question, Cordy... Naturally, I took your innate talent for backstabbing into 
consideration when I came up with this proposal," Angelus confidently replied. "Dru?" he 
cheerfully called out across his shoulder.

Cordelia watched wide-eyed as a pale dark-haired woman dressed in an old-fashioned gown 
emerged from the shadows and flashed her a sinister smile. 

"'ello dearie," the newcomer greeted her with an obvious cockney accent. 

'Oh, Shit! This must be Drusilla -- Spike's batty girlfriend,' Cordelia quickly deduced while 
gazing nervously at the vampiress who was staring right back at her with those disconcerting 
crazy eyes. 'Fuck me! As if one powerful vampire wasn't bad enough... If Giles shows up 
now, he'll probably get killed alongside with me.'

Putting an arm around the brunette female vamp, Angelus explained, "You see with Dru's 
magic, we can actually *guarantee* that you keep your word. Show the cheerleader the 
agreement you've drawn up & enchanted, princess," he said while bestowing an affectionate 
smile upon his Childe.

Drusilla obviously loved the attention she was getting from her handsome Sire, practically 
purring with delight as Angelus stroked her hair.

'Whoa. And to think that could be me in a couple of months,' Cordelia considered discomfited 
while studying the gruesome twosome (as she'd already nicknamed them). She was abruptly 
shaken from her musings when the female vamp turned those scary eyes at her again and gave 
her an even scarier smile.

"Got a prezzie for you," Drusilla giggled as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a 
small scroll. With a graceful move of her hand, the scroll unrolled, displaying its contents to 
the captivated cheerleader.

Even though she was standing about 8 feet away and the entire scroll was smaller than an A4 
piece of paper, Cordelia was still able to read it - the fiery red letters just seemed to jump out 
at her.


I, Cordelia Chase, hereby pledges my undying allegiance to Angelus and the clan of Aurelius. 
I solemnly swear to lend him my full support in capturing: Elizabeth "Buffy" Summers, 
Willow Rosenberg, Alexander "Xander" Harris, Daniel "Oz" Osbourne, and Rupert 
"Ripper" Giles.  I also swear not to reveal anything of this agreement to anyone nor will I 
attempt to warn these five individuals in any way.

Signed (with the understanding that breaking this agreement will trigger an agonizing death),



Bearing witness to this agreement are Angelus, current ruler of the Aurelius clan, and 
Drusilla, beloved Childe of Angelus, and third in line as ruler of the Aurelius clan. Who, in 
exchange for Miss Chase's allegiance, promise to welcome her into their family as their 
newest Childe as well as keeping her safe and treating her as one of their own.

Signed (with the understanding that breaking this agreement will trigger an agonizing death),

Angelus
Drusilla 


Cordelia swallowed nervously. Even though Drusilla and, to a lesser extend, Angelus, 
appeared to have a pretty loose grasp of reality (to put it politely), that didn't seem to have 
affected their ability to put together a pretty solid contract. 

"As you can see, we already signed it," Angelus said, "and the moment you sign it as well, 
you'll be considered one of us, even though the actual turning will have to wait until we've 
taken care of Buffy and her little friends. She may not be the brightest pencil in the box, but 
even she might get a tad suspicious if you're suddenly a vampire."

Cordelia had to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying something in Buffy's defence. She 
didn't want Angelus to know that she actually cared for the blonde. 'Hey, I care for Buffy? 
When did this happen?'

"Anyhow, this little piece of paper will ensure that you keep your word and we keep ours, 
which should take care of any concerns you might have about getting killed as well after 
you've helped us get rid off Buffy and her band of merry meddling morons... Well, I suppose 
technically we WILL kill you, but in a good way," Angelus added with a grin.

Cordelia made a face. Angelus had somehow guessed her next question and already answered 
it. She was quickly running out of things to say - making small talk with a pair of homicidal 
vamps wasn't exactly her forte, and it was also kinda hard to think straight under these 
stressing circumstances.

"Well, at first glance that agreement looks pretty legit," Cordelia casually remarked, "but 
knowing you guys, you probably put something in to screw me over, so I really need some 
time to examine it more closely."

"Hmm, I'm afraid I have to insist upon an answer from you now," Angelus replied with a 
somewhat sanctimonious apologetic expression on his face. "This is kind of a onetime, time-
limited, offer... But as for that "screwing over" possibility, you really don't have to worry, 
Cordy. Naturally, we WILL be screwing you, but in a good way."

"Ohhh, you're so wicked," Drusilla giggled while snuggling closer against her beloved Sire. 
"Can I be the one to screw her first? Please, daddy." The century's old vampire put so much 
emphasise on the word "screw" that it made her sound like a little girl repeating the first cuss 
word she heard and taking delight in its naughtiness.

Smiling down at the female vamp, Angelus asked, "Why, Dru... what have you got in mind 
for our pretty cheerleader?"

Drusilla gazed with hungry eyes at the uncomfortable-looking brunette. "First, she deserves a 
good spanking for all those naughty things she did with the nasty Slayer. Then, after I washed 
out her mouth with soap, I want her use that wicked mouth on me, on that special place 
between my legs," she clarified with a shy smile.

The vampire giggled. "Then you have to spank the cheerleader and me both, daddy, for being 
such naughty girls."

Angelus chuckled good-naturedly. "Sounds like a plan, Princess. But let's not get ahead of 
ourselves. First, the lovely Miss Chase here needs to sign our little agreement, and then we 
still have to capture the nasty Slayer and her friends. After all that is done, we'll have plenty 
of time to play with the newest addition to our little family, and I promise that you'll get to 
initiate her, Dru."

Drusilla clapped her hands in delight.

The lovely Miss Chase in question, however, wasn't delighted at all. Though attempting to 
remain stoic, Cordelia couldn't stop from grimacing distastefully at the notion of becoming 
the vamps' sexual plaything. 'I'd much rather remain Buffy's sexual plaything, thank-you-
very much! And what's the freaking deal with people wanting to spank me?'

The only good thing about this disturbing conversation was that it kept the gruesome twosome 
occupied for now, buying her some more time. Stealthily, she retrieved a small bottle from 
her purse and kept it hidden in the palm of her hand.

"Decision time, Cordelia," Angelus spoke up, sounding a lot more sinister all of a sudden. 
"Are you with us, or against us?"

Cordelia has tried to mentally prepare herself for this moment, but couldn't help from 
trembling with anticipation and fear now that it had finally arrived. Judging from Angelus no-
nonsense expression, she knew that any further attempts to stall would be useless.

Her gaze switched to Drusilla who was invitingly holding out the dreaded scroll and a quill, 
and absently wondered if the vampire had pulled that quill from her cleavage as well. A quick 
glance at the library made it clear that there was no watcher rushing to her rescue at the 
moment.

'Shit! Still no Giles... Oh, well, I don't think he'd be able to help me out of this mess anyway.'

"Your answer, Cordelia. Now." Angelus voice called out, obviously out of patience.

Realizing she was all out of options, a strange calmness suddenly came over the cheerleader.

"Fine! Here's my answer, fang-face," she shouted, and as hard as she could, she threw the 
small glass bottle at Angelus face. 

Unfortunately, the master vampire must've expected something like this to happen. With 
supernatural speed, he swatted the tiny glass projectile away with the back of his hand before 
it could reach his face. It was an impressive move, but only half-successful considering the 
bottle broke when he struck it, causing the holy water inside to splatter all over his left hand. 

As Angelus growled in pain, clutching his injured hand, Cordelia pressed her cross into 
Drusilla's face. The female vampire hissed and jumped backwards before the holy symbol 
could touch her. 

Turning around, the cheerleader ran as quickly as she could back to the library, hoping that it 
would be a while before the vampires were able to follow her. She was really regretting right 
now wearing her brand-new, high-heeled Gucci's for what was supposed to be just a visit to 
the school's library. 'It's not like Giles was able to appreciate the awesomeness of these 
shoes,' she thought bitterly. 'I might as well have come in wearing army boots.'

A clawed hand shot out from behind and grabbed her arm, yanking her off her feet as she 
came to an abrupt halt. Looking up a tad dazed, she found herself staring into the full-vamped 
face of an angry-looking Angelus with an even angrier-looking Drusilla glaring at her from 
across her Sire's broad shoulder.

"Wrong answer, Cordy," the vampire's voice rasped, his face only inches from hers.

The brunette gulped nervously. Then, deciding that if she's gonna die, she might as well try to 
go out in style, she spat in the vampire's face.

"Fuck you, Angelus." 

The vampire grinned maliciously as he wiped the spittle from his face. "Oh, I will, among 
other things... lots of other things."

Her heart sank. She'd hoped to get him angry enough that he'd kill her right away, thereby 
escaping the torture and rape he threatened her with, but it looked like Angelus wasn't about 
to deny himself that pleasure.

"Let's take her home so we can take our time playing with her," Drusilla suggested; her eyes 
gleaming evilly as she hungrily looked down at the wildly struggling cheerleader.

"Way ahead of you, Dru," Angelus said while grabbing Cordelia's wrist as she tried to stick 
her cross in his face. With a quick twist, he made her drop the holy symbol and then kicked it 
away out of her reach. He grunted as the brunette kneed him hard in the groin but managed to 
hold onto her as she tried to squirm away.

"Just for that I'm gonna keep you alive a week longer," he whispered menacingly in her ear. 
Turning the brunette around to avoid another vicious attack aimed at his privates, he pulled 
her arms behind her back and looked around for something to bind her wrists with. He was 
about to use his belt when his gaze fell upon the cheerleader's expensive purse still hanging 
from her shoulder, or more specifically: the strap handle of the purse. 'That should do 
nicely...' 

Grabbing the purse handle, he was about to yank it off when Cordelia, detecting the grave 
danger to her precious purse, stamped with all her might on his foot, driving the pointy heel 
right through the leather into his flesh.

With an angry growl, he threw her down on the grass. "You'll pay for that as well, bitch!"

'Screw this tying up shit, I'll just knock her out and carry her to my car,' the irate vamp 
thought while glaring down at the defiant-looking cheerleader. He was about to follow 
through on this when Drusilla called out a warning.

"Daddy! Look out!"

Looking up, he caught a glimpse of an arrow heading his way and moved his body aside as 
fast as he could, which was not fast enough... though the arrow missed his heart it still bored 
its way into his right arm. 'FUCK! This just isn't my day.'

Eyes blazing with fury, he scanned around to see who'd be foolish enough to attack him. It 
took less than a second to spot the lonely figure standing about 15 yards away, wearing a 
tweed suit and brandishing a crossbow, which he was busy reloading with impressive speed. 
'The Watcher, of course... I half-expected him to turn up alongside Cordy; we are near the 
school's library, after all.'

"Dru, take out that meddlesome old coot," he calmly commanded while pulling the wooden 
arrow from his arm. Before he finished speaking, Drusilla was already on her way.

Shrieking with rage, the female vampire leaped towards the watcher with her arms 
outstretched, her hands directed at his throat.

Remaining remarkably composed, Giles steadily raised the newly loaded crossbow and fired 
an arrow at the swiftly approaching vamp. 

Despite appearing to be berserk, Drusilla turned out to be as cool-headed as the librarian. 
With the smooth elegance of a dancer, she twirled around and the arrow speeded harmlessly 
past her.

Confident that -at the very least- he'd wound her with this easy shot, Giles blinked in 
consternation when the crazy vampire simply danced around it. And there was no time to 
reload his crossbow or even get out his cross because she was almost upon him.

Acting completely on instinct, he grabbed her wrists just before she could wrap her hands 
around his neck and let himself fall back on the grass, pulling her with him. At the same time, 
he drew back both legs and kicked her in the stomach while releasing her wrists. This move 
worked out pretty well when he used it in a sparring match against Buffy about a month ago 
and it worked out pretty good here as well. 

With a cry of surprise, the female vamp sailed over him, but recovered quickly enough to 
prevent herself from ending flat down on the ground with a mouthful of grass; doing a swift 
somersault while in flight, Drusilla managed to land on her feet like a big, black cat.

She turned around with a snarl and the solid intent to dismember this insolent human for 
making her look like a fool in front of her beloved Sire, but jumped back hissing in dismay 
when she found herself staring straight at a cross that the Watcher was suddenly holding.

Angelus growled in annoyance when he saw that his Childe and the librarian had somehow 
ended up in a stalemate. 'He's definitely a lot more dangerous than I thought if he can hold 
his own against Dru like that. I better give her a hand after I've dealt with Cordy.'

Directing his gaze down at the cheerleader, he cursed loudly when he saw her pick up the 
cross he'd kicked away earlier and aim it at him once more while getting up. 'This REALLY 
isn't my day.'

While avoiding looking directly at the cross she was holding, he closely studied the slightly 
battered, but still undeniable beautiful brunette who was looking back at him with fire in her 
eyes. 'I'd expect Giles to put up a decent fight, but I never thought that Miss May Queen over 
there would give me this much trouble... Fun though it sounded, perhaps I should reconsider 
the mutilation & dismemberment program I'd planned for her and instead make Cordelia one 
of us -- after we finished raping and torturing her, of course,' Angelus silently pondered. 'It's 
been a while since I created a Childe and I get the feeling that she'd make an impressive 
vampire. And, as an added bonus, she would make the perfect weapon against Buffy.'

A tiny smile formed on his lips when he noticed that the cheerleader was covertly inching 
over towards the watcher while keeping her eyes, and her cross, directed at him. "You're not 
getting away from me that easily, Cordy."

The brunette halted her movements and blinked worriedly as the vampire started circling 
around her. She turned around with him, making sure to keep her cross between them at all 
times, but it was getting hard to keep up with him as Angelus moved faster and faster until all 
she could see was this big black blur moving around her. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her 
wrist and her cross went flying. This was followed by a fist, which seemed to appear out of 
thin air, striking the side of her head. And then... darkness.

Crouching down next to the unconscious form of the cheerleader, Angelus checked her pulse. 
'Pretty strong, but she'll be out for a while... Good.'

He'd pulled his punch as best as he could so as not to accidentally kill her, but still managed 
to hit her hard enough to ensure she wasn't going anywhere while he's taking care of the 
watcher.

Directing his gaze unto his next target, Angelus smirked when he saw Giles shooting a 
worried look at the prone cheerleader while fending off a furious Drusilla.

"Don't worry, Giles," he said while stalking closer to the watcher. "She's fine... for now. 
Don't want to spoil the fun by killing her prematurely."

"What's this, Angelus?" Giles said with a hint of mocking in his voice. "Afraid to face Buffy, 
so you go after her friends instead? And judging from the state you're in you could hardly 
manage that."

The watcher's words made Angelus involuntarily check out his left hand, which was pretty 
badly burned from the holy water that the cheerleader threw at him. He'd been too busy and 
too angry earlier on to pay much attention to the pain, but now that he had time to take notice, 
he discovered that it was pretty bad. It would take at least a week for this to heal. 'She'll pay 
for that,' he coldly considered before fixing his eyes on the watcher again.

Giles in the meantime had ducked another lunge from Drusilla and shoved his cross in the 
vampiress' stomach causing her to screech and jump back, as if she'd just touched an electric 
fence. With Dru and Angelus momentarily distracted, he sprinted as fast as he could to 
Cordelia; managing to put himself between her and the vamps, he held them back with his 
cross.

"Well played, watcher," Angelus grudgingly admitted, "but this little manoeuvre won't help 
you, or her, much. You're outnumbered and hopelessly outclassed."

"Outnumbered perhaps," Giles conceded, "But considering that the two of you were barely 
able to capture a high school girl without any superpowers, I'd hardly consider myself 
outclassed."

"And he's not outnumbered, either," Cordelia chimed in as she slowly sat up. 

"Awake already?" Angelus said, appearing equally impressed and annoyed. "My, you're even 
more hard-headed than I thought."

The cheerleader shot the vampire a dirty look.

"Are you alright, Cordelia?" Giles asked while keeping his eyes trained on the two vampires.

"No, I'm definitely not alright," the brunette said with a grimace while checking out her torn 
and stained outfit. 

"Are you injured?" the watcher questioned concerned. "How bad is it? Can you still walk?"

"What? No, I'm not injured, but my dress is pretty much ruined. Damnit! This was one of my 
favourites."

Giles sighed in relief and exasperation. "I'm sorry about your dress, Cordelia. I know how 
much it meant to you. But I think we have more pressing concerns at the moment, like getting 
out of this alive."

"Oh... right," the brunette replied a bit sheepishly.

"Not gonna happen," Angelus commented with an amused smile. Cross or no cross, he felt 
confident that they could take out the watcher whenever they wanted, and without her cross 
and holy water, Cordy wouldn't be a problem, either. But after all the trouble these two 
caused him, he enjoyed toying with them a little longer. It was fun watching them squirm, 
hanging onto the ridiculous belief that they might be able to escape, or even kill, him. 

"Don't be so sure of that, Angelus," Giles calmly replied. "Despite your best efforts we're 
still alive, and you seem to be in worse shape than either of us."

"My best efforts," Angelus chuckled, "that's a good one. And just because you got in a couple 
of lucky shots when I was distracted doesn't mean you've got even a snowball's chance in 
Hell to defeat me." 

Looking around her, Cordelia's eyes lit up when she spotted her silver crucifix lying on the 
grass only a couple of feet away. 'The stupid git didn't even bother kicking it away after he 
punched me out,' she thought elated.

"Hello? I'M here as well," the cheerleader said as she picked up her cross and quickly got to 
her feet. "And now you have two of us to deal with, you undead bastard."

"Uhm, I'M also still here, dearie," Drusilla announced while smiling sweetly at the two 
humans.

"That's right," Angelus said with a grim smile. "Though I certainly don't need any help 
dealing with the two of you. Just sit back and enjoy the show, Dru. Daddy's gonna kick some 
ass."

Drusilla excitedly jumped up and down clapping her hands. "Go, daddy!" she cheered. 'My 
Angelus is so glorious when he gets like this.'

With his glowing yellow eyes fixed on the two humans, Angelus majestically strode forwards. 

Standing side-by-side, Giles and Cordelia pointed their crucifixes in the direction of the 
approaching undead. Expecting the vampire to stop in his tracks they were in for a nasty 
shock, because the holy symbols didn't even cause him to pause. 

Walking right up to them, Angelus yanked the two crosses from their hands and, ignoring the 
excruciating pain, crushed them in his fists and threw the remains away. 

"I've never been a very good Catholic," he smugly explained to the two dumbfounded 
humans. Before they were able to react he grabbed their necks with his still smouldering 
hands and slowly raised them off the ground.

Watching the two pesky humans dangle above the grass, kicking their legs around, gasping 
for air, totally at his mercy, Angelus took a moment to picture the look on Buffy's face the 
moment she laid eyes on the broken body of her watcher and then finding out that he'd 
captured her girlfriend as well. The thought made him shiver with delight. 'Ahhh, Sweet is 
revenge--especially unto women,' he thought with a chuckle.

"Catch, Dru." With a flip of his wrist, he tossed the red-faced cheerleader towards his Childe.

Drusilla easily caught the brunette in her arms and held her in a tight grip while eagerly 
watching what her daddy's gonna do with that mean old watcher. She was still smarting from 
the humiliation of being unable to defeat him earlier and hoped that Angelus was gonna do 
something *really* nasty.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then, Giles," Angelus said while shooting the struggling 
librarian an evil smile. "I have plans for the cheerleader, but in your case I'll just go straight 
to the killing part."

"My thought exactly!" another voice called out. Both the vampires and the two humans turned 
their faces to the source of the voice, which they all instantly recognized. Buffy the Vampire 
Slayer had arrived at the scene.

Moving so fast that she appeared to be a tiny blonde ball of fury, Buffy launched herself 
against Angelus, causing the surprised vampire to let go of Giles. The vampire tried to put up 
a defence, but before he could even raise a fist he was bashed to the ground by Buffy.

Angelus gasped in dismay as the blonde jumped on top of him, sinking first her spiked heels 
in his thighs precariously close to his crotch, and then her knees into his stomach as she 
dropped down. Wide-eyed he watched a sharp looking stake aimed directly at his heart 
bearing down at him.

Employing his lightning fast reflexes, he was only barely able to grab her wrist and halt its 
descend - a fraction of a second later, Angelus realized, and his unlife would have been over. 
Still shocked by this much too close brush with his final death, he was unable to avoid 
Buffy's fist as it crashed into his jaw, nearly breaking it. 'Beelzebub's Balls! When did she get 
this strong?!'

Dazed and disoriented, he tried as best he could to keep that stake away from his chest, but a 
second punch to his face almost made him loose consciousness. Horrified he watched as 
Buffy yanked her hand holding the stake free from his weakened grasp and took aim at his 
heart again.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" With a cry of rage, Drusilla grabbed the Slayer from behind with 
both hands and lifted the small blonde above her head, and then threw her at the cheerleader 
and the watcher as they rushed at her, causing the three human to roll backwards across the 
lawn like human bowling balls.

Sensing that the odds were now against them, Drusilla grabbed her Sire's hand and pulled him 
up, dragging him in the direction of their car. Shaken by his near demise, Angelus didn't resist 
and allowed his Childe to lead for once.

Jumping to her feet, Buffy was about to go after them when a groan from Cordelia made her 
quickly refocus her attentions to her fallen lover.

"Are you okay, Cordy?" she worriedly asked while helping the brunette to her feet.

"Yeah, I-I think so," the cheerleader shakily responded. "Thanks, that was some pretty good 
timing."

"You're welcome," Buffy said, smiling relieved. "And how are you doing, Giles?" she asked 
her watcher, who was just getting back to his feet as well.

"I'm fine, Buffy," the librarian replied while massaging his neck with one hand and 
straightening his glasses with the other. "Thank you for that timely rescue."

"No problem," the Slayer replied. "Too bad that bastard Angelus managed to get away again. 
His psycho girlfriend jumped me just as I was about to dust him." She looked regretfully in 
the direction that Angelus and Drusilla had fled away.

Giles looked up surprised. "You actually meant to kill him?"

Now it was Buffy's turn to look surprised. "Of course, that wasn't a rubber stake I tried to 
plunge into his chest."

"I didn't think it was," Giles dryly responded. "It's just that ever since Angel lost his soul 
you've been extremely reluctant in using any kind of lethal force to stop him. So why the 
sudden change of heart?"

Buffy looked blankly at him for a moment and then shrugged. "Dunno, really... I guess I 
finally realized that the Angel I knew and loved is truly gone and the monster that now wears 
his face has to be destroyed before it makes anymore innocent victims."

"I see..." Giles replied while gazing thoughtfully at his Slayer. "That's quite an epiphany you 
had."

"Yeah, well, I guess I was due a bit of enlightenment," Buffy joked. 

Despite making fun of it, the blonde did seem a bit uneasy about this particular subject, 
because she abruptly ended the conversation by turning to Cordelia and firing off a couple of 
questions at the brunette.

"Are you sure you're okay, Cordy? What did Angelus do to you?"

"I'm really okay, just a little shaken up, Buffy... Angelus must've been staking out the library 
because he knows that we meet here often and decided to go after me when he saw me leave. 
He wanted me alive for obvious -perverse- reasons, so he only roughed me up a bit while 
trying to capture me. Luckily, Giles showed up just before he could take me. Thanks for that, 
by the way," she added, shooting a grateful smile at the watcher.

"You're quite welcome," Giles said smiling back.

"Good job, Giles," Buffy said, smiling as well, before turning her attention back to the 
cheerleader. "But what were you doing at the library this late?"

"Uh..." Still freaked out from her encounter with the two vampires, Cordelia's gift of gab had 
momentarily abandoned her and she looked over at Giles for help.

Catching the cheerleader's overwhelmed look, the librarian said one of the first things that 
came to mind, "Cordelia came by because she had some questions about vampires."

"You did?" Buffy asked surprised. 'That's strange; Cordy never displayed the slightest bit of 
interest in vamps before.'

"Uh, yeah, that's right," Cordelia replied. "Learned a bit more than I wanted to know, though, 
when Angelus suddenly showed up."

"But why didn't you just ask *me* what you wanted to know about vampires?" Buffy asked 
with a suspicious note in her voice. "I AM after all the Vampire Slayer."

"Good point," the cheerleader conceded. "I suppose that going to the Vampire Slayer with 
questions about vampires would make sense..."

"Yeah, I would think so as well. So why didn't you come to me?"

"Well..." Cordelia began (a quick glance at the Watcher told her that he didn't know a way 
out of this awkward conversation either). "I guess I just always pictured Giles as the go-see-
guy for any kind of info about vampires, demons and anything else supernatural, while your 
area of expertise is much more... uh, practical, I guess. Staking 'em and/or dismembering 
them kinda stuff."

"Oh," Buffy monosyllabically replied, sounding a bit hurt and disappointed. 

'Damn, now I hurt her feelings,' Cordelia thought regretfully. Not that long ago, she wouldn't 
have cared a whole lot about hurting Buffy's feelings, but now it actually caused her to ache 
inside. 'What the hell is happening to me?! Am I actually falling for Buffy Summers? Is this 
some kind of weird side effect of that demon slime?' All she knew for certain right know is 
that she didn't want Buffy to feel bad.

"That wasn't meant as a putdown," the brunette hurriedly said. "You know you RULE, right? 
Hell, you just saved both our lives!"

Buffy gave the cheerleader an amused look. "Thanks," she dryly responded. "By the way, 
what was it exactly that you wanted to know about vampires so badly that you would drive all 
the way to school on a Friday night, instead of simply waiting till Monday when you can talk 
to Giles all you want during a break or after school?"

'Oh, fuck,' Cordelia thought, cringing inwardly, 'doesn't sound like she's buying this story. 
Can't say I blame her 'cause I'd be calling Bullshit on this, myself.'

Smiling innocently at the blonde, she shrugged. "Nothing specific, I just figured that with 
Angelus and his gang of bloodsuckers out to get us, it might be a good idea to learn more 
about vampires. Like their origin, and why it is that Angelus, Spike and Drusilla are so much 
more dangerous than most of the other vamps you encounter - that kinda stuff... Just putting 
the 'know thy enemy' philosophy into practice."

Still feeling sceptical about Cordelia Chase visiting the library in her free time for whatever 
reason, Buffy asked, "And you decided to learn about this on a Friday night?"

"Well, with my date suddenly getting cancelled, I guess I was kinda bored." 

A guilty expression appeared on the blonde's face as she remembered that she was the one 
responsible for Cordelia's cancelled plans. "Hmm, okay... and did you learn anything from 
this little visit?"

"Yeah... Vampires suck," the cheerleader deadpanned causing both Buffy and Giles to laugh.

"Anyhow, I'd like to go home now if you don't mind," Cordelia said while stifling a fake 
yawn. The adrenaline rush remaining from her encounter with the two master vampires had 
left her feeling anything except tired, but this seemed like a good excuse to stop playing 20 
questions with the nosy Slayer. "Even without taking Angelus' surprise visit into account it's 
been a long day for me."

"Good idea, we could all use some rest," Giles immediately agreed.

Still staring intently at the cheerleader, Buffy nodded. "Okay, I'll escort Cordy home and 
make sure there are no other vampires stalking her."

Looking at the two girls gazing at one another, Giles inquired, "Is that okay with you, 
Cordelia, or would you like me to accompany you as well?"

Buffy shot her watcher an annoyed look. "I think I can handle this on my own, Giles. After 
all, I am the ass-kicker and you are the brains of our little group, remember?"

"Quite so, but as you might recall I am a pretty capable fighter as well, Buffy," Giles gently 
reminded her. "It certainly wouldn't hurt if I went along."

Cordelia smiled and gave the librarian a hug, which annoyed the jealous Slayer even more. 
"Thanks for the offer, Giles, but I think one escort will suffice."

"Exactly," Buffy said, still sounding a bit peeved. 

"Very well then," Giles said, pleasantly surprised by the cheerleader's much more affable and 
affectionate attitude. He'd wanted to give Cordelia the option of not being alone with Buffy 
since she might not be in the mood to deal with the blonde's affections after her ordeal with 
Angelus and Drusilla, but the brunette didn't seem to mind her classmate's company this 
time. 'Or maybe she isn't such a reluctant participant in her carnal relationship with Buffy as 
she let me to believe.'

Walking to the parking lot together, the Watcher silently observed his Slayer fawning over 
Cordelia as she escorted the blonde to her car; he realized that the cheerleader hadn't 
exaggerated when she stated that Buffy was obsessed with her. Even though the blonde knew 
he was watching them, Buffy seemed barely able to restrain herself from groping the brunette 
as she whispered something in her ear.

'Make that: unable to restrain herself,' he mentally corrected as he detected Buffy's left hand 
sliding all the way down the cheerleader's back and giving her butt a quick squeeze before 
moving up again. 'And not to belittle Buffy's noble reasoning for finally finding the courage 
to slay her ex-lover, but I think that Angelus threatening Cordelia's life probably played a big 
part in her decision to stake him.'

The two girls got into Cordelia's convertible with the cheerleader behind the wheel and the 
Slayer riding shotgun. 

"Please call me at home after you've settled in so I'll know everything is all right," he said as 
the brunette started the engine and pulled out of the parking space.

"Will do," Cordelia said and gave him a little wave. "Bye, Giles."

"Bye, Cordelia," the Watcher replied, "Bye, Buffy."

"Bye, bye, Giles," Buffy called out as they drove away.

He stared at the shiny red car till it disappeared from sight, silently wondering what its two 
occupants would do all alone in Cordelia's big house. He blinked as a graphic image of Buffy 
and Cordelia suddenly appeared in his mind; the two gorgeous teens were completely naked 
and going down on another with great enthusiasm.

'Don't go there, Ripper,' he scolded himself. Climbing into his tiny Citroën, he turned on the 
engine and headed for his own home.

*****

Both girls were uncharacteristically quiet during the car ride to Chase Manor. Even more out 
of the ordinary was Cordelia's careful driving -- the cheerleader actually kept to the legal 
speed limit for a change.

When they arrived, Cordelia put the car away in the garage and then walked along with Buffy 
while the blonde did a perimeter check. Once Buffy made certain that there were no vampires 
hanging around the house, she escorted Cordelia to her bedroom.

Standing besides her bed, Cordelia threw back the covers and then turned to look at the 
watching blonde. Expecting an order to strip naked, she felt confused by Buffy's silence. The 
Slayer just stood there: leaning against the doorpost, silently watching her... making no move 
to leave, but not approaching her either.

But Buffy's behaviour wasn't the only thing confusing her -- her own feelings were pretty 
damn confusing as well. She didn't know whether it was her near death experience or if the 
blonde had managed to get her hooked on the amazing sex they're having, but she actually 
*wanted* Buffy to strip her naked and give her a good fucking. It's just her luck that she 
happens to feel that way the one time Buffy *doesn't* rip her clothes off and fuck her the 
moment they are alone.

She fidgeted uneasily while exchanging stares with the overly-silent Slayer. Needing to break 
this uncomfortable silence, she said, "Okay, I get why I'm not feeling very talkative - I almost 
got killed, which to me is still kinda new - but what's up with your mute act? You should be 
getting used to homicidal maniacs by now."

A small smile appeared on Buffy's lips.

"Sorry I'm not being better company, Cordy... I guess my throat is still a bit sore from 
singing the national anthem in gym today, and I might have catch a cold during my 
performance on account of me being completely *naked*."

'Oh, Shit! She already heard about the rumour I spread AND somehow managed to trace it 
back to me! How the hell did she do that? Is being psychic a new power for her?'

Cordelia considered playing dumb. And if that didn't work: flat-out deny she had anything to 
do with that crazy rumour. 'Not gonna work... She already seems to know I'm the one who 
came up with that little rumour. And even if she hadn't been sure before then the deer-caught-
in-headlights thing I'm doing right now has probably given me away.'

The cheerleader sighed. 'Face it, Cordy: you're *so* screwed... again.'

"So..." Cordelia smiled tentatively, "you heard about that."

"Uh-huh."

"Who told you?"

"Harmony -- I questioned her about your whereabouts, and it took her about 10 seconds to tell 
me about your latest troublemaking scheme."

"Wow! 10 whole seconds. And to think I always thought she wouldn't last more than five 
seconds of coercion before selling me out."

"Yeah, she's a real pal," Buffy said with a whole lot of sarcasm in her voice. "Just like you, 
Cordy."

"Look... I'm sorry about spreading that rumour -- that was kinda below the belt. I guess you 
going all dominatrix-bitch on me must've affected my judgment somehow."

Buffy couldn't help smile at that. "You always know *just* the right thing to say, don't ya, 
Cordy?"

Cordelia blushed slightly. "Well... it takes practice," she joked. 

"So... are you gonna spank me again?" Cordelia questioned worriedly, and her hands 
unwittingly reached behind her shielding the tender globes of her still sore backside.

Buffy smirked while observing the brunette's movements.

"Nah... with the ass & titty whipping I gave you earlier today and Angelus stalking and 
almost killing you, I figure you've been through enough already without me adding more to 
the mix."

Cordelia's perfect plucked eyebrows rose slightly while listening to the other girl's words -- 
that's more kindness than she'd expected.

"Uh... thanks?"

"Oh, there's no need to thank me," Buffy smirked. "I still plan to punish you... just not right 
now."

"Ah, I see," Cordy replied, mirroring the Slayer's smirk. 'Figures that she wouldn't let an 
opportunity to punish me slip by.' She actually felt more curious than worried about the 
promised punishment. 

"And have you decided already *how* you're gonna punish me?" she inquired with a certain 
amount of morbid curiosity.

Buffy was taken slightly off guard by the brunette's line of questioning, but felt secretly 
pleased with Cordy's newfound interest in the strict -but fair- disciplinary measures she so 
lovingly provided her with. 

"Well, I haven't made up my mind yet, but I have thought of something which I think will 
teach you a valuable lesson in humility."

Though she tried to hide it, the cheerleader was beginning to feel a tad anxious. "So you're 
not just gonna give me another spanking or belt-whipping on my ass or tits?"

"Nope," Buffy replied, smiling wickedly as she picked up on the brunette's nervousness. "In 
this case I'd like the punishment to fit the crime."

"Oh." Cordelia said, taken aback by the blonde's puzzling reply. 'What the hell does she 
mean by that? She's not gonna make me sing the anthem naked in gym, is she? Damnit! Now I 
AM worried.'

There was another long period of silence between the two girls.

"So, aren't you gonna fuck me?" Cordelia heard herself ask. 'EEK!!' she mentally screamed 
half a second later. 'I cannot believe I just said that!'

"Why, Cordelia," Buffy said, with an exaggerated shocked expression on her face, "I 
wouldn't think of taking advantage of you in your present vulnerable condition."

"Uhm... maybe I wouldn't mind, this time," the cheerleader stammered, inwardly cringing at 
how needy she sounded. "It could be... sort of a reward for saving my life."

"Gee, I don't know, Cordy," the blonde replied, now sounding like some dopey character 
from an After School Special. "I'd still feel like I'm taking advantage."

"So what?!" Cordelia snapped impatiently. "It's not like you haven't "taken advantage of me" 
plenty of times before, and you didn't seem the least bit bothered about it then."

It was then that she noticed the mischievous gleam in Buffy's eyes and the secretive little 
smile on her lips. 

'Oh, I see... Bitchy wants me to beg for it. So that's how she wants to play it, is it? Well, I'm 
sure as hell not going to *beg* her to do me.'

Shooting an annoyed glare at the smug blonde, she began to think...

Under normal circumstances, if anyone would've rejected such a blatant sexual invitation 
from her, she'd tell them to go fuck themselves (not that any normal person would reject sex 
with her). But after her little run-in with leading members of the fang gang, she really didn't 
want to be alone. More importantly: she wanted to feel alive -- and what better way to feel 
alive than a lengthy session of great, guilt-free sex?

Still, she wasn't about to beg Buffy to fuck her, she had to draw the line somewhere. So 
instead she came up with the idea to simply seduce her. Considering the way Buffy can't keep 
her hands off of her that should be easy enough, and this would get her laid without losing 
face by actually having to plead for it.

Instantly putting her plan in motion, the annoyed expression disappeared from the 
cheerleader's face and was replaced by a sultry look which she turned full blast on the Slayer 
before haughtily turning her back to the blonde. 

Acting like she's alone in her room, Cordelia casually started stripping her clothes off. Her 
dress went into the dirty clothes hamper (maybe it was still salvageable), leaving her in 
stockings, a black lace bra and matching panties, and her high-heeled Gucci's. Pretending she 
didn't see the other girl standing only a couple of feet away, she nearly bumped into Buffy 
while taking off her bra, causing her topless breasts to graze lightly against the blonde's right 
shoulder.

Walking over to her stereo set, she switched on her CD player. She'd forgotten which CD she 
last put in the player, and a small smile crossed her lips when the haunting theme music of 
Twin Peaks started playing in the room.

'Appropriate music for Sunnydale.'

Lightly swaying to the otherworldly sound, she moved to the middle of the room. Bending 
over at the waist with her back turned to Buffy, Cordelia hooked her thumbs in the waistline 
of her panties and slowly drew the flimsy fabric down her legs to her ankles. Standing 
upright, she gracefully stepped out of them.

Mostly naked, except for her stockings and shoes, the brunette seductively danced her way 
over to the bed; knowing how fixated the Slayer was on her boobs, she made them jiggle and 
bounce around. Reaching her destination, she kicked off her shoes and planted one of her feet 
on the bed. Stroking her hands down her smooth thighs, she pushed the stocking down and 
off, and repeated this with her other leg.

Buffy was unable to suppress a smile as she watched the quasi-casual striptease Cordy was 
putting on for her. Not always wanting to be the one who initiated the sex, she figured that the 
best way to make Cordy do some of the work is by using the old "playing hard to get" 
scheme, which apparently still works great. The only trouble was the enormous effort it took 
her to keep herself from rushing over there and ravishing her sexy cheerleader. She couldn't 
resist slipping a hand beneath her skirt and rubbing her itching pussy while keeping her eyes 
fixed on Cordelia's little sex-show. 'Damn, she's one sexy bitch!'

Completely naked now, the cheerleader climbed onto her queen-sized bed and got on all fours 
with her bare ass aimed directly at Buffy. While moving around on the bed like she's looking 
for something, Cordelia shot a quick glance across her shoulder to see what the blonde was up 
to. A satisfied smile crossed her lip when she saw Buffy staring at her butt with excited eyes 
and a hand busy beneath her short skirt.

'Got ya now!'

While teasingly wiggling her butt into the Slayer's direction, Cordelia moved her legs further 
apart and arched her back, lewdly flashing her beaver at her classmate. Less than a second 
later, she felt two hands grabbing her bare buttocks and squeezing them.

Shooting another glance across her shoulder confirmed her earlier prediction: her little 
striptease was a big hit with the blonde. The Slayer's previously cool attitude had been 
replaced by an urgent expression of lust. In fact, judging from Buffy's pink ears, glowing 
cheeks and audible panting, the blonde was close to creaming her panties.

"Oohh! Mmmmm," she moaned when Buffy slid a hand between her thighs and started 
fondling her pussy. "Does this mean you changed your mmMM?" Her words were muffled by 
Buffy's mouth pressing against hers and speaking became even more difficult when a moment 
later Buffy slipped her the tongue. Relaxing in the Slayer's strong arms, Cordelia granted 
Buffy's tongue access into her mouth and the blonde's fingers entry into her cunt. They 
passionately kissed for a minute or so before taking a break to breath.

Seeing the smug and satisfied expression on the beautiful brunette's face, Buffy shook her 
head in amazement. "You're such a bitch," she smiled.

"Right back at ya," Cordelia grinned.

Smiling at one another, they shared a look of mutual respect. This was immediately followed 
by their lips coming together for another passionate kiss, during which their tongues wrestled 
for dominance in each other's mouths.

That pretty much concluded their little struggle in gaining the upper hand. For the next half 
hour, both girls poured all their attention and energy into their frenzied love-making.

Their coupling got so passionate that afterwards Cordelia felt dazed and overwhelmed. Sure, 
sex with Buffy is usually pretty intense, but this had been fucking amazing!

Propping her head up on her left hand, she gazed down at the naked blonde snuggled besides 
her, happily playing with her breasts. An affectionate smile crossed her lips. Leather boy had 
been right about one thing: Buffy's *very* fond of her boobs.

Suddenly aware that she's being watched, Buffy glanced up and shot the cheerleader a smile 
and a wink before returning her attention to the most perfect set of tits she'd ever laid eyes on. 
Being a long-time secret admirer of Cordelia Chase's luscious breasts, it thrilled her to no end 
that she could now play with them whenever she wanted.

Taking both of the May Queen's mammaries into her hands, she reverently hefted and 
weighed them, savouring the feel of the firm yet pliant flesh and silky skin. Then, grabbing a 
somewhat firmer hold of the cheerleader's tits, she lifted the hefty milkbags up and pressed 
them together. This gave the brunette a cleavage that literally made her salivate with lust.

Buffy stared longingly at the spectacular cleavage she'd created. It's moments like these that 
she wished she had a cock so she could experience the delights of tit-fucking Cordelia Chase. 
'Too bad I don't have my new toy with me...'

Suddenly, the phone on Cordelia's nightstand started to ring, shocking both teens from their 
post-sex relaxation. "Who the hell is calling me this late," the cheerleader muttered to herself 
as she reached out to pick it up.

"Hello? ... Oh, hi Giles!" Cordelia said, sounding a lot friendlier than before. "It's Giles," she 
- somewhat unnecessarily - informed Buffy while covering the mouthpiece with her hand. 
Removing her hand, Cordelia turned her attention back to the phone conversation. "Yeah, we 
got home okay. Sorry I forgot to call you earlier... Buffy and I were... kinda busy."
 
'She's got that right!' Buffy thought, smiling wickedly. Reminded of her steamy sex-session 
with the cheerleader, she turned her attention back to Cordelia's big boobs, which she still 
held in the palms of her hands and considered to be a lot more fascinating than Cordy's phone 
conversation with Giles. She started lightly stroking the tips of her fingers all over the 
brunette's large round breasts, occasionally pausing to give them a little squeeze.

Rubbing her thumbs across the brunette's large nipples, she gradually teased them to their full 
half inch erect status. The blonde hungrily licked her lips while her eyes darted back and forth 
between the stiff ruby treasures.

She couldn't help herself; she just *had* to taste them again.

'I think I'm actually addicted to Cordy's tits.'

Snuggling closer against her lover's naked form, Buffy parted her moist pink lips and 
hungrily sucked Cordelia's large ruby-red nipple into her mouth. While her hands stroked and 
kneaded the brunette's ample breast-flesh, she rubbed the tip of her tongue back and forth 
around the stiff knob in her mouth. 

Cordelia, meanwhile, was beginning to sound a bit distracted on the phone. "Uh, yeah... B-
Buffy did check around my house for any... Oh! ... v-vampire activity... What? ... Ohhhh! 
Uhh, I mean: No, she couldn't find a s-single vamp. Hmm? No, I'm fine."

Quickly covering the mouthpiece again, Cordelia glared down at Buffy, ready to chastise the 
over-sexed Slayer for playing with her tits while she's one the phone. But when she caught 
sight of the small blonde nursing contently on her right boob, her annoyance was swiftly 
replaced by amusement. 'I can't believe I'm actually thinking this, but right now Buffy looks 
kinda... endearing,' Cordelia considered. 'In fact, with her blonde hair all tousled, those 
sparkling green eyes, and that blissful expression on her face, she looks down right 
adorable!'

Now that's a feeling she previously never associated with Buffy Summers. When looking at, 
or think about Buffy, she's often felt anger, jealousy, sympathy... sometimes even gratitude 
and admiration (in small doses, of course), and lately lust and caring has been added to the 
mix. But considering the pesky blonde adorable is definitely new.

That's not the only thing that's different between them, though... 

Cordelia thought about the half hour of wild sex they just had. It had been so... out of control 
that most of it was a blur. She remembered pulling Buffy beside her on the bed and practically 
ripping the blonde's clothes off after they'd kissed. After feeling up each other's pussy and 
tits, Buffy had... sorta mounted her.

A bright blush coloured her cheeks as she recalled the blonde mounting her kneeling, naked 
body, and grabbing a hold of her dangling breasts. Squeezing her sensitive breast-flesh and 
pulling on her nipples, Buffy had rubbed and grinded her bald slit against her bare ass... 
going faster and faster until the blonde was practically pounding her pussy against her still 
sore buttocks. 

It was a pretty degrading way to have sex, but she'd loved every depraved second of it. From 
the slow pussy/ass-grinding Buffy started with, to the fast painful pounding against her 
reddening ass-cheeks, till the big finish when the blonde came loudly and sprayed her juices 
all over her butt and then rubbed it in with her bald little slit.

<Cordelia? Are you still there?>

"What? Oh! Yeah, sorry, still here, Giles."

<Are you sure you're alright? You sound somewhat distracted.>

"Don't worry, I'm okay," Cordelia hurriedly replied. "Just tired I guess after everything that 
happened today."

<Of course... Well, try to get a good night's sleep and we can talk tomorrow about what to do 
about Angelus... and how to solve your... situation with Buffy.>

"Oh! Mmmm" Cordelia moaned when Buffy suddenly tickled her slit. "Uh, okay... good 
night, Giles."

<Good night, Cordelia.>

"You're so bad," she admonished the Slayer after hanging up the phone.

Releasing the nipple from her lips, Buffy grinned wickedly. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

The cheerleader watched transfixed as her classmate kissed her way down her body and 
disappeared beneath the covers. Her eyes went wide when she felt the blonde's raspy tongue 
lapping at her slit. 'GOD!! She wants to go again, already?! She really is insatiable... Oh, 
why the Hell not,' Cordelia figured with a mental shrug.

Throwing the covers back, she revealed the Slayer's face buried between her thighs. The 
sudden disappearance of the satin sheet caused Buffy to look up with questioning eyes.

"Turn around and I'll do you too," Cordelia suggested with a husky voice.

The blonde's eyes lit up and she quickly positioned her naked body above the brunette's 
voluptuous form, then wriggled around until her bald slit made contact with Cordy's lips.

Soon both girls were enthusiastically licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking each other's 
snatches, making it a friendly contest to see who could make the other cum first.

To be continued in Chapter 10b...