Title: My Sweet Little Dancer

Author: Kristian

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Stay tuned to find out

Category: Completely AU

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters they belong to Joss and ME

Distribution: The Eternal Flame

Feedback: It would be greatly appreciated

E-Mail: This was a challenge that one of my very best friends and on-line mommie Marchelle sent out and it is such an honor to write it. Thank you Chelle!

Chapter One

/Buffy's POV/

One of my favorite songs comes on the loud speakers and I start dancing, swinging my hips to the sensual rhythm of the song that was pulsing through my veins in the background. All that I can think about here was the music, the way that it hums through my body and takes control of me like I was a possessed animal.

The cool steel against my body reminds me of what it is that I do for a living. But it also reminds me that no one can touch me while I'm in here. I'm safe, and that no is to lay a hand on me unless Gunn or I say so. That's why he puts me up here.

In the cage, I'm not the same girl. In the cage, I'm a woman for men to fondle themselves over and dream about fucking me into oblivion. In the cage I can live the fantasy life that is above all others, better then my real life. In the cage I'm not some fifteen year old girl who's illegally working as a topless dancer. I'm not the same girl that lost her mother two years ago and has scraped and scrounged for money ever since.

In the cage…

I'm jerked out of my thoughts by Gunn. He's telling me that I need to start concentrating on my work. I know what he really means. He means for me to dance and play the role of the tease to get the men wanting more and getting them off but not giving them any ass.

Taking a sigh, all I can help but think is, "Sure, it's not like I haven't been doing this for the past year."

Looking down at a cute blonde that has clearly had a lot to drink, I focus all my attention on him. If I can focus on one person it makes the rest of the crowd disappear and I don't feel as nervous. I've never really been ashamed of my body, but if I only think that one person is seeing it, it makes me feel more comfortable, you know?

Taking my soft, manicured hand, I run it down my bare breasts and squeeze ever so gently to get my nipples to harden like diamonds.

His buddies are making stupid immature noises that while pisses me off, I know I'm doing my job right at least.

Bringing my hand down from my breasts, I place it on my washboard stomach and cross my hands to rub my opposite hip to the music. I grind my hips and I sway to the music pumping in the back of the club and I wonder what time it is.

Looking casually down at the ground floor I see Gunn and some other guys doing business together. It's always the same two men.

One of them is what would look like the All American Farm Boy. He just has the boyish face with his blonde hair and impressive blue eyes. He's definitely a cutie, I'll give him that much.

But the other one?

The other one is tall, dark, has the most incredible brown eyes I've ever laid eyes upon. No doubt that that's what he uses to reel in his women, I'm sure. I've never heard him speak, but I'm almost positive he must have one hell of a sexy voice. The way he carries himself with such a confident demeanor, it borders on egotistical and arrogant. He has a smirk that could be constituted as evil.

I've only seen him with a woman in here once and that was the first time he came in here. Ever since then, he hasn't. Surely he's a man that has women crawling and bowing before him at all hours of the day. It doesn't make sense that he wouldn't want to flaunt the fact that he's a handsome man. Godly is more like it.

There's just something about him…

"Hey!" I hear someone call from below. It's Nina. I look down at her and silently ask, "What?" "You're off sweetie," she informs me.

I look at the clock at the other end of the club and see that it is time for me to go "home". If you could even call my dump of an apartment home.

Gathering my top, I put it back on as Nina helps me down from the cage and helps the new girl up. I feel for her. I know what it's like.

"Thanks Nina," I said to her as she made her way over to where her partner in crime Eve was concentrating on the man in front of her as she fondled his balls and bounced her head up and down on his cock. Usually Eve was giving lap dances, but I figure this guy must have paid some extra cash for a blow job. Eve always was hard up for cash.

"No problem," she replied as she went to work on a guy that was eagerly awaiting her return.

Rolling my eyes, I head over to where Gunn was. He was now alone and I thanked god for that. Today is pay day once again and it is time for me to collect my dues. He smirks as he sees me coming over to him. He knows that it's pay-day and he loves to tease me a little before he gives me my money. His teasing is all fun and games though, nothing really sexual about it.

"How's my favorite girl doing tonight?" He asks me with a twinkle in his eyes.

"She'd be doing better if she could get her pay check like everyone else," I quipped back. I love Gunn. He'll always hold a special place in my heart. He took me in when no one else would. He gave me a job, though as humiliating and degrading some people might find it to be, it pays the bills. He's the only know who really knows me. He's the only one who knows the extent of which my pain and my life has been dragged through.

"Ahh, but I have one last job for you to do Buffy, and then you can get your check." He informs me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You must give me a kiss on the cheek," he playfully says.

I roll my eyes and lean over and place my soft lips against his cool, darker skinned cheek and look at him with a smile that so far he's only been the one to bring out in me.

"Are you happy now?" I ask him as I can not help but smile.

"Ecstatic!" he answers as he places his hand on my cheek and rubs it with a loving, brotherly fashion.

Holding out my pay check, I greedily take it from him and run out of the club, dead set on going home and sleeping.

I fold my check neatly into my purse and head on out. It was just another night in the life of Buffy Summers.