Goddamn bitch...

[wesleys_slayer]

Fuck it. Fuck her. Getting cold feet and shit after everything I did to her. Bitch.

I stormed outta the closet and went straight to the bar, pouring myself a nice red-headed slut and downing it quickly. I rolled my shoulders a bit. Fuck! Wasn't fucking fair. Bossman had gotten me my job, but also gotten me all horny, and B hadn't helped out on

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[dark_wesley]

Smiling at the sight of just the right size crowd in the main room, I shook hands and nodded and made deals all the way back to my office, my head still somehwat light from my second encounter with the younger Miss Summers. I took a few long breaths while sitting down, then opened the bottom drawer, reaching for the flask of Lorne's concoction

[wesleys_slayer]

Bossman locked the door behind me with that whole "you're so fired" look, and I shrugged, pulling my pants back up but not bothering to zip the fly. "Yeah, whatever. Look, if you're curious, I already worked with three clients and they all left happy, so it's not like I'm not doing my job."

I paused. "Yeah, ok, fine, not the bartending part right now, but I made you money, so just chill, got it?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are we having difficulties? Why don't you tell me all about your troubles, Faith."

I sat back down on the bed and rolled my eyes. "Nothing," I lied, not wanting to talk about B or anything, but then I finally told him a little of what was going on. "Ok, look, you got me all horny with the blowjob and I was trying to get rid of it. Nothing's worked so far."

I wasn't so sure if fucking him right now was the best way to go, since I was still aiming for a promotion, but at this point? I was fucking frustrated.

"Why, you got ideas on how to scratch my little itch?" I grinned.

[dark_wesley]

"Yeah, whatever. Look, if you're curious, I already worked with three clients and they all left happy, so it's not like I'm not doing my job. Yeah, ok, fine, not the bartending part right now, but I made you money, so just chill, got it?"

I nodded, but it wasn't as if, given her particularly assertive ambitiousness when we'd first met, that I'd expected her to be a slacker when it came to any of her duties. From the looks of things, she'd also followed the other protocols in place for the Honeybuns and had gotten cleaned and freshened up between clients. Good instincts.

"Ok, look, you got me all horny with the blowjob and I was trying to get rid of it. Nothing's worked so far."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

I crossed the room, admittedly a bit disappointed that she'd gotten re-dressed. Perhaps it was a bit presumptious of me to be so, but given how things had gone so far, perhaps not.

"... I'm sorry that you weren't able to get the right kind of reciprocation on the part of the nubile Miss Summers... this time. Perhaps, as my personal

[wesleys_slayer]

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

I sighed. "What, is that, like, your favorite fucking thing to say to me?"

"... I'm sorry that you weren't able to get the right kind of reciprocation on the part of the nubile Miss Summers... this time. Perhaps, as my personal assistant, I should talk to her about that. And yes, of course I know everything that goes on here."

Fuck. I looked down since it had been company time and shit, so there went my promotion. Plus, I hadn't really wanted anyone knowing what had been going down with me and Buffy. "Sorry, I'll..."

Be more careful so you don't find out next time.

"... make sure it doesn't happen again."

He walked over to me, though, and before I could say anything else, his hand had pushed away my jeans and thongs and started stroking me until I was pushing back against his fingers. Fuck, what kinda magic did he have in them that made it work when I hadn't even been able to do anything?

"I might have one... or two.""Yeah," I breathed. "Seems like I missed... out on this part... of the interview