Spike sauntered through the ship's casino, finally spying the poker tables.
"Hey mates, mind if I sit in?"
The dealer looked down his nose at Spike and said icily, "This is a high stakes poker table, sir. The buy-in is $100,000."
Trademark smirk firmly in place, Spike tossed the titanium American Express card on the table, "This should cover it, yeah mate?"
"Of course, Mr. Angel," the dealer oozed out.
A very enjoyable three hours later a large, meaty hand clamped down painfully on his shoulder ..."Spike, our stateroom, NOW!" growled out a very angry Angel.
To: Spike's Harlots From: Angel, CEO
Subject: Vacation Day 2
To whom it may concern;
Spike has been a very, very bad boy:
1. He stole my credit card and lost almost $100,000 playing poker! I know he did it on purpose, to piss me off, because not even Spike is that bad a poker player. I think he deserves a spanking.
2. Then there's his "artwork" on my ASS! And, he sent a picture to you sluts, er, harlots to post on the Internet! I wouldn't even have known if Gunn and Wes hadn't called this morning laughing hysterically (I think they deserve a spanking too). I know Spike is going to get what he deserves.
Because of this Spike will not be sending his daily email today. I decided to show you all exactly what happens when you encourage Spike's bad behavior. Thankfully, one of the presents I got the ungrateful little brat is a beautiful hand carved paddle ...
He really, really deserved it! Also, Sharpies are brilliant, and that will not be coming off until I feel he's repaid the entire $100,000.
Sincerely,
Angel
CEO/Daddy/Master