Never Accept a Dare From Your Sorority

by Karen Jephson, Laura Smith, Beth and GylzGirl

Disclaimer: Fox owns the Buffy the Vampire Slayer cast. I own the story.
Distribution: Ask First.
Rating: NC-17

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"I won't do it!" Willow stamped her foot and put her hands on her hips. "I can't go through with it. I won't, it's embarrassing!"

Buffy chewed on her lower lip and gently prodded her friend toward the curtain. "Now, Willow, it won't hurt."

She backed away. "Buffy this is silly. I can't! What if someone we know sees us?"

"We're on the outskirts of town. Who's gonna see us? Who do we know that'd step foot inside a stripclub? Look, three minutes out there, then we're in the sorority. That's what you want isn't it?"

The pounding beat of "Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue bled in from the stage. Willow played with the satin cord that was tied around her waist, trying to spread it a little wider to cover more of the gap between her bustier and panties. "They're gonna laugh," she said shyly.

"Probably. But they're strangers. And we'll never seen them again," Buffy took a firm hold of her best friend's hand. "I hope," she added, under her breath. Just then, the MC could be heard over the raucous music. Buffy started dragging Willow out the door. "Come on. That's our cue."

Willow desperately looked to her friend. Buffy was wearing a gorgeous teddy of black silk that flowed around her body like water. Her athletic ability plus her good looks made her the perfect choice for this.

Buffy mentally counted to ten. She'd been so busy bolstering up Willow's flagging nerves; she hadn't had time to be nervous herself. Until now. She stopped on the edge of the stage. The music, the lights, the PEOPLE. Suddenly she froze. "Argh!" She turned to Willow, her eyes huge with panic. "Argh!"

Willow tightened the sash around her waist, cinching the bustier tighter to her body. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed Buffy's hand and stepped forward. The music and the lights blasted them as they both strode out onto the catwalk.

As they took center stage, the tune changed from one of aggressive rock to the sultry "You can leave your hat on", which was more suited to the girls' routine. The lights lowered until there was only a filtered spotlight on each of the two models. Glancing at each other, they nodded and started their routine.

The crowd roared and cheered, as Buffy grabbed the pole that dominated the center of the stage and swung around it gracefully. Landing in front of her friend, they crossed arms before clasping hands. Taking Willow's full weight, Buffy leant back, allowing the other girl to step up onto her bent thighs. Waiting only for Willow to balance herself fully, the girls struck a pose designed to give full view of their revealing outfits.

Not giving the applause a chance to die down, the girls moved into their next pose. Soon they were doing it by rote, blocking out all other distractions, until Buffy glanced up into the shocked eyes of one of the audience members. She moved in disbelief, tangling her legs in Willow's.

The girls screamed as they lost their balance, toppling over the stage. Buffy into the waiting lap of a very surprised Rupert Giles. She was followed by a hapless Willow who landed with a thud on the floor at the feet of Giles' companion.

Ethan clapped Giles on the shoulder laughing. "See Old Man? Told you we'd have fun here." He offered Willow his hand. "Darling girl, come sit with your Uncle Ethan."

"G-Giles? We can explain. It isn't what you think!" Buffy finally recognized his companion. "Wait! What are you doing here with him?!" She looked across. "And what is he doing to Willow?"

Giles swallowed a groan as he tried to ignore the squirming bit of womanhood wiggling around his lap. Willow was struggling in the very firm grip of Ethan. "I am preventing her from getting splinters."

"Ethan, play nice," Giles growled in a low dangerous voice, noticing how the man's thumb dusted the underside of Willow's breast as he held her around the ribs. Giles' hands slid up Buffy's body in an unconscious mimic of that action.

"Oh, but I do Old Boy. I always play nice. I intend to play very nice," he said, waggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Hey shake it Blondie! They're giving lapdances?! I thought this was amateur night! I'm next," a loud, obviously drunk, male voice called from a couple tables behind the group.

Giles steadied Buffy, holding her around the waist as he noticed the increased catcalls and whistles surrounding them. "Behave all of you. Unless you don't want to get out of here in one piece."

"Hey buddy. If you don't want her, she can come warm my lap!" The crowd laughed at the comments of the man behind Giles.

Knowing he had no choice, Giles made a decision he knew he was really going to regret. "Buffy? Do you know how to lapdance?"

"What?! No! Why would I?! How would I...."

"Just copy what Willow's doing to Ethan. That seems to be working."

Ethan was holding Willow tightly against his lap and she was doing her best to escape. "Oh it is definitely working," Ethan purred. Her movements made her breasts brush against his chest. Not hiding his reaction, he smiled as he rubbed her against his erection. Willow gasped, the hand that had been pushing away at him now in a kneading grip of his shoulders. Taking this as a cue, he grabbed the back of Willow's head and pulled her lips to his. Willow ground her pelvis against Ethan's, while exploring his mouth with her tongue.

Buffy watched, her mouth hanging open. It took a few moments to notice that Willow wasn't struggling as much. Swallowing, she looked back at Giles. He lifted an eyebrow, a look of humor on his face. Taking a deep breath, she slowly started moving her body against his. Her moves were awkward at first, almost jerky. She was afraid he would think badly of her if she really let go. Trying to help her out, Giles slipped his hands down to her backside, squeezing the cheeks in encouragement of her movements.

Buffy became oblivious to everything going around her as she gave way to the feelings Giles aroused in her. Her eyes half-closed, she groaned as she felt his erection rubbing against her through the fabric of their clothes. He swooped down taking her lips in his in a punishing kiss. Giving as good as she got, Buffy ground her hips into his sensitive flesh as the kiss escalated out of control. Neither couple noticed when the music stopped, or when the crowd gave them a round of applause. Giles broke from her mouth, nipping his way along her lower jaw to her neck. Unfortunately, his movement changed his view to the couple beside them.

Ethan buried his head in Willow's cleavage, his lips caressing the curves. She grabbed his head and moved faster, rubbing her hot sex against his stiffness.

"Ethan! You promised."

Ethan sighed, kissed the warm flesh beneath his lips once more, and then raised his head. "Ah, ahhhhh w..well, I couldn't help it. I mean, just look at her Ripper." Willow shyly lowered her eyes, only to have Ethan lift her chin with one finger, smiling.

"You have a point," Giles conceded allowing himself to fully take in Buffy's charms as well.

"So do you Ripper," Ethan nodded his head, indicating Giles' obvious enjoyment of Buffy's performance.

"Ethan," Giles warned as he stood up. Ethan followed suit. The two girls moaned in disappointment as the men moved them away from their bodies.

Turning to look at each other, they smiled. "Well Old Boy, shall we offer them a ride home?"

Removing their jackets, they covered the girls then lifted them up. Giles was satisfied to note that it took Buffy a while to get her bearings. "Shall we?" Giles breathed against Buffy's cheek.

Buffy cuddled under his arms, wanting only to repeat the experiences of the past few minutes. Well, perhaps without an audience. "Ripper, perhaps we should go to your apartment." He held Willow a bit tighter to his chest. "This is not the time or place to...shall we say, explore?"

"Already way ahead of you Old Man. But then again, I usually am." Giles laughed as he led the others out of the smoke-filled room. They bundled into his old Citroen, Buffy at the front with him, Ethan and Willow at the back.

Before starting the car, Giles hauled Buffy up to him, putting all the passion possible into the open kiss he gave her. By the time he let go, she was panting. "That'll have to keep us going till we get home Love." He slipped one arm around her, content for now with her snuggling up against his side as he drove. The journey was passed in silence, but for the giggles and squeals coming from the back seat.

Pulling up in front of his apartment building, Giles smiled into the rearview mirror. "Ethan. I'd finish that in a more comfortable surrounding if I were you." The grumblings of the Englishman almost covered up the sound of a zipper being closed. Giles removed his hand from Buffy's breast as he opened the door, not removing hers from his groin until the last possible moment.

Buffy looked at her best friend as they exited the car. Willow's hair was mussed and her lips were red and full. "What have you been kissing?"

Willow smiled." Oh, this and that," she blushed hotly. The girls giggled as they were joined by their men, and made their way up the path.

Giles could not get the door opened fast enough. His three companions rushed in past him, Ethan hastily peeling his coat from Willow's shoulders and nuzzling the back of her neck. Shutting the door, he pushed his Slayer up against it before resuming the kiss. He ground his pelvis into her. "Ethan," he said breathlessly, never taking his eyes off Buffy's, "why don't you use the bedroom?"

Willow squealed as Ethan hoisted her over his shoulder, taking the steps two at a time. Giles dragged Buffy to the living room, gently pushing her down on the sofa. She pouted as he moved away. Smiling, he bent to look through his record collection, quickly making a selection. Placing the record on the turntable, he stood as the gentle strains of a lovesong filled the air. "My dear, your act was wonderful. Pity I didn't get to see it all." Buffy lifted an eyebrow before standing. As soon as Giles had taken her place, she started gyrating to the music.

Kicking the door closed behind them, Ethan threw Willow on the bed. "Now, where were we?"

Willow lay there with a smile on her face. "I... I..."

"Just let me drive Love." He said softly, removing his tie. "I guarantee you'll enjoy this strip show."

Willow lowered her head shyly, as Ethan slowly unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs. "No bowing your head my dear. This is for you." He titled up her chin and gently kissed her. When he pulled away from her soft lips, he made a great show of unbuckling his belt. Willow gazed at him. He could not remember when a woman looked at him with such adoration.

He found himself fiddling with his zipper. Willow leaned forward and unzipped him slowly, looking at his face the whole time. Her hands slid the trousers down his legs, revealing black silk boxers. She made a note to ask how he got the Janus motif printed on them. With tender hands, she freed his penis from the confines of his underwear.

"Now..c-carefullllll...." He didn't get very far; Willow snaked her tongue out to flick the tip. Then, as his head tipped back, she nipped at him with her teeth, before engulfing the head in her mouth. Her rough tongue caressed the underside, before taking the rest of him in her mouth.

"My god," he whispered. He grabbed the bedpost for support. Her mouth was leaving him weak. The sight of his member enfolded in her red lips was more than enough to send him over the edge.

When she lifted her head to look at him, he saw arousal, and something else, something that made his heart beat loudly in his chest. But before he could put a name to it, her head was bowed again, and her mouth was coaxing an orgasm out of him.

Ethan pulled away from her wonderful mouth. Willow sighed in disappointment. "Sorry Love, but if I go any longer, you won't have any fun."

Stepping out of his lowered trousers and underwear, he switched places with her. "Now, time to finish your act. And I assure you this audience already appreciates what you have."

Willow stood and tried to unzip the back of her bustier. It was stuck. Ethan chuckled softly, and stood up to help her. He turned her around and freed the zipper, curling his hands under the soft satin to gently touch her breasts. Willow leant back and let him peel the lingerie off her body. Her skin was soft, and he tickled the undersides of her breasts before lightly pinching her nipples.

She turned around and let him see the rest of her body. Ethan almost fell to his knees before her. She was gorgeous. Ethan took her in his arms and covered her lips with his. Her soft body melted against his, the sweetness of her lips taking all coherent thought from his mind.

When he could hear and see again, he pushed her gently on the bed. "I want you." He said hoarsely as he positioned himself between her thighs.

"I... I... want you too," she cried as he rubbed her slippery entrance with his tip. He groaned as he pushed inside her, his mouth on hers, taking her cries of pleasure.

Willow wrapped her legs around his body, holding him tight to her as her hands clutched at his back. Ethan filled her with his body and she filled him with her delicious innocence. He lost all thoughts of a "casual fuck" with only his pleasure in mind.

He knew he could not contain his release too much longer. His body reacted almost uncontrollably to hers. He came with a shout, kissing her face again and again. Willow came soon after and they lay together, relaxing slowly.

Ethan watched her face for the eventual disgust that he knew from other lovers. Willow only smiled and touched his face tenderly. "I love you," she whispered.

He was startled by her simple declaration. However, she had gotten into his soul with her sweetness. He gathered her up in his arms. "I want you to say it again," his voice was a little unsteady.

"I love you. Could you love me?"

"I think I already do. But, I'm a bad man Willow." He admitted, for the first time in his life feeling the shame of that truth. He felt evil in his heart, now more than ever. Her purity only served to make his corruption all the more apparent. He could not help but feel that he had stained her with his touch.

"Not any more..." she kissed the tears that he started to shed. "I'm going to take away all of that."

He held her tightly and they fell asleep tangled up in each other's arms.

Buffy closed her eyes as her body began to swing in rhythm to the music. Knowing his eyes were upon her only made the moment more erotic. Turning her head slightly, she gave him a sultry look as she let his jacket drop from one shoulder. Twisting the other way, she let the other shoulder become exposed, allowing the jacket to rest just below her shoulder blades.

Giles tried to keep his body relaxed at her little striptease, only the pressing of his fingers together showing his tension. Turning to face him fully, she hesitated a moment, then let the jacket drop. He caught his breath as he once again took in the full beauty of her body in the teddy. Using her athletic ability and gymnastic training, she spun a few times around the room, keeping just out of his reach.

Finally, she stopped once again in front of him. Then, in a repeat of her performance at the club, she bent backwards until her head almost touched the ground. Moving her hands forward, she undid his shoelaces, her movements allowing him a tantalizing view of her breasts. Lifting herself up, she spun then sashayed toward him. Moving his arms out of the way, he invited her to sit on his lap.

Spreading her knees on the sofa either side of him; she lowered herself down, rubbing against his turgid arousal. She rested her hands on his shoulders, touching her forehead to his. They both swallowed as their bodies made as much contact as possible. Giles moved his hands to her waist, then to the outer curve of her hips.

His left hand continued on, pressing gently against her spine, before rubbing down between her ass cheeks. Buffy groaned, then lifted herself slightly, allowing him easy access to her already wet sex. He rubbed his hand across her a few times, pressing into her opening, and then she felt the snap of the studs opening on the crotch of the teddy. Moving his hand back up, he pushed her down on his erection, then ground her hard into him. Without hesitation, she gave up control of their dance to him, letting him guide her in this, as in all other things.

Finally, he moved until he could claim her lips with his own. She whimpered at the sensation of his tongue thrusting in her mouth as he ground her hips on his penis. Holding onto her hips, he turned, then gently pushed her onto the sofa. Lifting up, he took in the smoky haze of her lust-filled eyes. Shifting, he pushed himself down her body, reducing the amount of contact between them.

Finally, his head rested just above the juncture of her thighs. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he fully separated the material of the teddy, then lowered his head. Buffy let out a breathless cry as she felt his lips upon her, first kissing, then sucking against her tender flesh.

She tried to move her hips, whether away from or toward him, she didn't know. He pinned her down with his arms. He spread her flesh apart, pinching her swollen clit between his lips, before he began sucking on it. The feel of his tongue licking her flesh as his mouth sucked the juices from her sent her crazed with passion.

A few moments later, she felt first one, two, then three fingers penetrate her passage. It was too much. As he began a rhythm, she screamed as her first orgasm took control of her. Giles continued pumping, not allowing her a chance to get over her climax. He increased the speed until her thighs vibrated at the pressure and sensations assaulting her body. Within a few moments of the first, she had a second, and then a third orgasm. When he heard her crying her release that third time he finally stopped, removing his fingers, and releasing her nubbin.

Kissing and petting her, he waited until she'd finally calmed. He lifted himself up, then rested his hands on her shoulder. Gently, he pulled the straps off her shoulders, slowly exposing her flesh to his eager eyes. Teasing himself further, he hesitated as the material rested just above her nipples, then not wanting to hide the prize any more, he pulled the teddy down to her waist. "Oh, Buffy. You've been hiding these from me for far too long." Reverently, he leaned forward, kissing each pebbled nipple once.

He then continued his task, pulling the teddy off her completely, exposing her glorious body to his eager gaze.

She blushed at his approving look, then took in his own attire. "Not fair. One of us is wearing too many clothes."

"You're right." He smiled and proceeded to remove her stockings, garters and shoes. She laughed as he tickled the sensitive flesh of her feet, the joyful sound turning to a groan as he began sucking on her toes.

"Giles, please. Together this time."

Not wanting to deny her request, he quickly stripped, then lay on top of her, resting his penis just above her entry.

"Are you sure?" At her eager nod, they kissed once more, and he slowly entered her, teasing them both with his pace. They both groaned as he filled her completely, hesitating only to savor the sensation. Then he began a slow rhythm, willing to wait for her to join him. He didn't count on the eagerness of his Slayer.

Lifting her legs, she imprisoned him within her, then began rocking back and forth. Groaning, knowing he wouldn't last long, he lowered his hand, eager for them both to find the end together. Finding her clit, he began rubbing it, pleased to note how rapidly she responded to him. Their pace quickened, both breathing hard as they pushed toward the pinnacle. Buffy found it first, screaming his name as she found her release. Her pelvic muscles clamped down on him, squeezing hard. It was enough, and Giles felt him falling over the edge.

They lay in each other's arms, giving comfort as they returned to normal. Buffy felt his heart beating above her, and could trace his recovery by the slowing of the beats.

Eventually, they just hugged each other, happy to have at last found the true nature of their relationship. A thought intruded however, making them both stir.

Looking into each other's eyes, they asked the same question. "What were you doing at that club???!!"