Shake your bon-bon
Willow had gone over to Sylvie's house for advice. Actually, she
wanted to speak with Gwen regarding the Richard situation. Willow
would have discussed it with her aunt but she couldn't give all
the necessary facts for an educated opinion. Her aunt knew about
her lycanthropy but she didn't really know the identities of any
other pack members. It was for her aunt's safety that Willow
kept her in the dark. Auntie understood. The world likes to
discriminate against those who were occasionally furry.
So, here Willow sat on Sylvie and Gwen's couch waiting for Gwen
to get off work. Sylvie had gone into the kitchen to get them
something to drink. Sylvie was really cool. She didn't press
for any details. She knew that Willow would tell her if she felt
like it. Personally, Sylvie was relieved that Willow said nothing.
Gwen was so much better at the heart to heart thing.
Gwen walked in through the front door. She called out a cheerful
greeting to Sylvie. Sylvie came out of the kitchen and gave Gwen a
kiss. Sylvie then motioned for Gwen to follow her into the living
Willow sat up straighter on the couch. She gave a tentative
smile. "Um, hi Gwen. I need to talk to you about something
privately. If you don't mind?"
Sylvie handed Willow a glass of tea and excused herself. Willow
could hear the heavy footfalls as Sylvie climbed the stairs. Willow
kept silent until she heard the bedroom door close.
Gwen kicked off her shoes and joined Willow on the couch. "So,
what's got you all flustered, Willow?"
Willow gave a sigh. "I'm really confused. You know about my
going to Myerton with Richard, Jamil, and Shang-Da, Right?"
Gwen nodded. "Yes, I heard you got into challenge combat with
one of Richard's ex-girlfriends."
Willow gave a sheepish grin. "Well, when you put it like that.
It sounds kind of high schoolish."
Gwen gave an encouraging smile. "Well, I can't help the way
the rumor is worded, Willow. So, what is bothering you? What
happened at Oak Tree's lupanar? Or something else?"
Willow shyly bowed her head. "It's a something else. I went
to that big party at the Danse Macabre with my friend, Spike."
"Your vampire friend from California?"
Willow nodded. "Exactly. While I was there, well I was having a
good time with Spike and a friend of his. Damian, I think was his
name. Well, Richard sent Shang-Da to fetch me. He gave me a
lecture about vampires being dangerous and then he kissed me. I
don't know where Richard was going with that because we were
interrupted by Jean-Claude and Anita." Willow blushed at the
last bit of her confession.
Gwen had a thoughtful expression upon her face. "Hmmm. And you
want to know what this all means?"
"Yup, Is there something political going on that I don't know
about? I mean, first Jean-Claude practically orders Spike to bring
me to the Circus and then take me to the party. And now Richard is
acting weird. Am I pawn?"
Gwen sighed heavily. "Quite possibly. The triumvirate is a
tricky relationship to define. Jean-Claude, Anita Blake, and
Richard are tied together in a mystical bond. They don't always
get along either. There is a lot of anger and jealousy amongst
them. But without more information, I can't give you really good
Willow slumped. "I thought you might say that. Guess I'll
just have to play it by ear. I really hate mind games, especially
when I'm involved."
Gwen gave Willow a hug. "You're a smart girl. You just try
your best to stay out of the power struggles and you'll be fine.
Gwen paused a moment. She was taking in Willow's outfit for the
evening. "So, why are you so dressed up?"
Willow's eyes gleamed with a wicked light. "Would you like
to come with me and find out?"
Sylvie and Gwen both had a good laugh at Willow's destination for
the evening. She had managed to talk them into accompanying her to
Jean-Claude's strip club also known as Guilty Pleasures. They
were curious to meet her friend Spike. Tonight was his first night
on stage. Willow promised that she would be there to cheer him on.
He had been a little worried but Willow knew better. Once Spike got
on that stage he would be fine. He loved being the center of
attention. How much more attention-getting could one get?
Sylvie managed to wrangle a table close to the stage. She could be
very demanding when she wanted to. Sylvie had insisted once she
learned that this was Willow's first time ever at a strip club.
Willow was going to have a good time if Sylvie had anything to say
Sylvie motioned for one of the waiters to come over and take their
drink orders. Willow wasn't so sure after her last alcohol
debacle. Sylvie insisted and Willow caved under the good natured
pressure. Soon, they were sipping their drinks waiting for the
floor show to begin.
The lights dimmed and the audience became rowdy in anticipation. A
slow thumping song came over the speakers. A spotlight highlighted
the stage. A man, with the longest hair Willow had ever seen on the
male sex, sashayed onto the stage.
His dark auburn hair was pulled away from his face by a small clip
at the base of his neck. The crowd began to chant
`Nathaniel' as he did a slow bump and grind. Willow got
caught up in the excitement and was soon shouting encouragement.
Sylvie and Gwen were laughing at Willow's antics. Willow had
managed to make a dive for Nathaniel's silk shirt. She had to
wrestle it away from some bitchy peroxide blonde. Willow had
actually growled at the woman. Sylvie and Gwen could barely stay
seated from all the laughter they were not managing to hold in.
Willow stuck out her tongue in response.
Nathaniel was now making a circuit of the club. Gwen encouraged
Willow to hold up a bill to get his attention. Willow feeling
completely liberated by the alcohol in her system agreed readily.
She wasn't prepared for Nathaniel to pull her up on her feet as
he slowly slid down her body. She blushed but still remembered to
slip the money in his g-string. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and
continued on his merry way.
Willow bounced in her seat. This was what she had been waiting
for. It was time for Spike's debut on the stage. Willow gulped
down the drink that she had been nursing. She was feeling no pain
whatsoever. Gwen and Sylvie turned to the stage in curious
expectation. They had never had the pleasure of meeting Willow's
The M.C. called out over the speakers. "Please give a warm
welcome for our newest entertainer, Spike!"
The lights began to strobe in time with the thumping techno. Spike
had chosen Lords of Acid for his debut music. Spike twirled out
onto the stage. He was decked out like the bad boy that he was.
His hair had been bleached white and stood up in spikes. He had a
vicious-looking dog collar on. His well-defined muscular chest was
covered in a skin tight black wife-beater. He was wearing black
jeans and had his combat boots on. His pale skin stood in sharp
contrast to the dark of his clothing.
He was dancing around like Tigger on crack. The crowd was getting
into his high level of energy. He hit the floor and did a few
finger pushups with one hand behind his back. Willow started
shouting for him to take it off. She wanted to see skin.
He finally stood and tore the shirt right off his back. The crowd
went wild as he began to twirl the shirt around. He tossed it into
the crowd. A mad scramble for the article of clothing ended when a
middle-aged woman cried in triumph. Spike during this had kicked
off both of his boots. He was now only wearing those jeans.
He grabbed Willow's hands and pulled her against his body. He
had a wicked smirk on his face. Willow wasn't going to blush. He
thought she would cringe and try to hide from the crowd. Well, he
was so wrong. Willow ran her hands up his chest and around to the
back of his neck. His smile widened in reaction. He pulled her
closer and they ground together. He leaned down and gave a quick
kiss onto Willow's lips. He then danced out of her embrace.
Willow sat down with a sigh.
Spike had returned to center stage and was shimmying out of those
jeans. He tossed that article into the crowd. Willow almost had a
heart attack at what he was left in. His long lean body was only
clad in a black leather studded g-string. Spike coaxed more ladies
to dance with him. By the end of his routine, his g-string was
covered in bills.
Willow could tell Spike just loved his new job.