Author: the mean kitten
Rating: M (r to nc17 at some parts)
Plot: Buffy is an FBI agent who is posing as a hooker, to get Angelus O'Quinn behind bars, who is the head of the O'Quinn cartel, an organization that deals with drugs, night clubs and hookers.
Hooker part IBy The mean kitten
"So what's up, handsome?" The female bartender asked to Angel, he had just arrived at one of the newest clubs managed by his organization; the club was called 'Rzr Sharp', a place exclusively for Hollywood high profilers like him.
"Nothing is up yet, honey." The woman attending Angel's table said, she was pretty-hot but not as stunning as he liked his entertainment to be, a little on the vapid side to be correct, perfectly designed to blend with the crowd of aspiring actors and actresses.
In the background, Fergie's song "London Bridge" was blasting.
my girls get down on the floor (Oh, shit)
Back to back drop it down real low (Oh, shit)
I'm such a lady but I'm dancing like a ho (Oh, shit)
'cause you know I don't give a fuck so here we go! (Oh shit)
come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like…
"Your girl will be coming down in a sec, doll." The bartender said picking up the conversation again, she had seen Angel over a dozen times that month, always the same day of the week, same hour of the night and always looking out for the same girl; but she never answered his calls, his emails, his letters or even his little post-it notes as he handed bills after bills to her pimp. She was dead-set on staying away from him as long as she could.
"Let her take her time…I'm waiting for somebody else to show up tonight, and there he is, I'll see you later, Honey pot." Angelus said dismissively; it was Angelus best friend, Spike Williams, showing up at the end of the bar; he was the manager of the club, and he had an appointment scheduled with Angel that night, they were supposed to talk about Angel's return to the organization.
Spike spotted Angel and opened the crowds like Moses through the red sea. Angelus was the big bad wolf, and Spike needed his money to finance his business. "Nice choice of place, mate—though I think we should take this somewhere more private—alright?" Spike whispered as he handed Angelus yet another drink, another one he would not drink.
Angel stood up and followed the peroxide-blond through the nightclub, coming to a short end at one of the patron's room, if he had been taciturn before, now that he was sober Angelus was like a phantom, barely there by the shadow he projected.
"Great choice of ladies for the shows today, send the blonde ones to my office, would ya?" Spike said to the bouncer as they passed by the stage, a show had just ended, and another would begin shortly after. Spike knew Angel favored blondes over any other kind of women.
"I'm not in the mood for that." Angel said emptily as they resumed walking through the halls; Angel had designed the ambience of the club, it resembled the inside of a catacomb: marble indoors, empty hallways, lots of smoke coming from the main stage, dimmed lights, gargoyles on the VIP zone, and house drinks with the shape of little demons with red eyes, all very gothic, much like Angelus' soul.
The club had only been open for a few weeks. "This place reminds me of Amsterdam…Do you remember last year? Those were the times! Coming to think of it…I haven't heard a thing from you in ages…I thought you were DOD or something like it." DOD meant dead over dozed; Angel had acquired quite a reputation for getting seriously stoned whenever he was in Europe; which consequentially was the last time Angelus and Spike had met before Angel's rehab program.
"No, I was doing business in Colombia." Angel was the head of one of the biggest cartels on the west coast, the O'Quinn Cartel.
"Going right to the fucking source! That's a smart move…cut more dough for you. Let me know, when you want to get a new partner and stuff."
"What are you moving lately?" Angel asked more out of curiosity than anything else, he knew Spike was still in the business and he would provide anything for the boss.
"Lots of crystal meth and some ecst, nothing too big. What about you?"
"You know I'm a big C. fan." Angelus had been dealing and consuming cocaine in all its forms since he was 17 years old, passing through most metamphetamines and opium derivates in between.
"Yeah…gotta go back to basics every once in a while…anyway, I'm more into the girl business lately…a lot more hands on—if you know what I mean—wanna taste one…I know their boss, she's a pretty close friend of mine." Spike offered as he himself drank a tall glass of grey goose vodka mixed with tequila.
"That wouldn't be necessary, Spike." Spike had already paged his favorite girl, he was desperate to get on Angel's good side, his former boss was still the biggest shark out there, if he could get a good deal out of Angel, Spike would count himself lucky; Angel hadn't dealt a thing since he became painfully sober about 18 months back.
"Don't worry. First time it's on the house…here, have some vodka…you sure need to lighten up that serial killer face of yours. Don't want you scaring my costumers." Spike said as he offered Angelus a tall shutter, he took it but as soon as Spike turned his face he sat it down at the nearest table.
"Sorry…I'm down with some heavy shit at the moment, I can't drink anything else, …I'll might pass out on your table—and that wouldn't leave a nice impression."
"Shit no! That definitely wouldn't do, no wonder you look so grim, here I was thinking you were stone cold sober, you're probably down with some experimental shit." While Spike enjoyed his drink, a soft knock came on the door.
"Can I come in?" Said a sweet voice at the threshold, her long dark curls betrayed her, it was Le Madame Drusilla, the owner of the escort service.
"You bet, honey; this is my friend Angel, he needs some entertainment tonight. Would you give him what he needs?" Spike said as he opened the door completely. Drusilla came in with a series of beautiful call girls parading behind her; soft Arabian music was playing at the background, and the girls danced to it as they entered the room.
"It would be my pleasure." Drusilla whispered as she caressed Spike face.
"Do you remember Dru, Angel? She's come quite far in the past couple of months with her business." Drusilla motioned the girls to spread out round the area, sitting, kneeling, and standing on every possible corner of the ten foot square room, dominating the stance with their alluring presence, surrounding Angelus.
"I sure do. She's not an easily forgettable woman…would you introduce me to your mob, Dru?" Angelus said feeling curious about these bountiful of girls, they were beautiful each and every one of them, so tempting…
"Oh where are my manners! These are the slaves of my parlor, my harem, but I believe you know some of them already." Drusilla was referring to Angel's sister, Faith; she was one more of the herd, a pretty brunette of the bunch.
"They look familiar, but I couldn't say if I met them before." Faith had hidden herself behind a green-eyed blonde that was staring at Angel with mischief. Angel wasn't stupid, Faith would never talk to him in front of all those people, hell; she wouldn't talk to him anywhere in the world, which was the main reason he had come to the club on the first place.
"Oh don't worry, darling! They will all introduce themselves in due time. I'm, sure this won't be your last visit. Right, my angel?" Drusilla said it huskily as she sat down on Spike's lap; they had been together for almost ten years now, nearly an eternity for the time of most marriages in Hollywood, she had been there before Angelus and she sure as hell be there afterwards.
"That's alright, Drusilla. Now, would you please leave us alone, Angel and I have much to talk about." Spike said flatly, even though Drusilla was his girlfriend, he wouldn't display his big contracts in front of her, he loved her far too much to put her under a compromising position, he knew the Feds were after him…and they were getting closer.
"I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to talk business right now, it's like I told you, I'm down with something heavy right now; let's leave this for some other night, no rushing it, ok?" Angel said enigmatically, he would simply refuse to discuss anything business-like with Spike, his rehab sponsor would kill him if he found out he was getting involved again.
"You stay with her then. Dru is the expert on this field; she'll give you your money worth. Have some fun…I've got lots of stuff to do tonight…I'll catch up with you later—and by the way—welcome back master Angelus, its great to have you here again." Spike said before he left the room altogether. Angel had been the one the drag Spike into the dark side years ago, now he was the one who would try his damnedest to get him out before the Feds got to him.
Bringing sexy back
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
bringing sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast…
"Girls…say hi to Angel. He's going to be our guest tonight; we'll make sure he's comfortable, right?" Dru drawled sexily. Drusilla, Angel and the girls stayed behind; Angel stopped thinking about dope as soon as he noticed Faith looking straight at him, he was considering how to set in motion a plan to get Faith back on his side, he realized that night could be his only opportunity to find allies, Drusilla's girls were Faith's friends for all intents and purposes, that green-eyed blonde looked very approachable.
"Hi, Angel!" The girls said in a sweet chorus of melodic voices. To Angel's most recent memories, he had never seen so many beautiful women in their underwear surrounding him before. Blondes, brunettes, red heads, blue punk hairs, even a bald chick, he could have anyone he wanted, problem was: what did he want?
"Take your pick." That was something different than what Angel had anticipated he would do the first night he had spent out of his house, after eighteen months of rehabs and therapy.
"I guess I could do that …I think I like that blonde, the one with the green eyes?" She was the very aggressive one standing protectively in front of his sister Faith.
"The slayer! You've got a connoisseurs eye—she's new—a little too feisty for some of my clients … do you think you can handle her?" he eyed her up and down; she was slender, with tiny limbs and nice plump breasts.
"The slayer? Why is she named like that?"
"Oh well, that's a good question; I think I'll let her explain to you how she got that nickname. If you would please stand up now, dear?" Said Drusilla to the blonde on black leather lingerie Angel had selected out of the bunch.
She was pretty, much prettier than the other blonde girls, perhaps a little scrawny for Angel's taste but definitely a looker.
"Hello, Angel. Would you like to go some place more private? ... Somewhere I could show you my slaying abilities?" Buffy said as she toyed with her whip; Buffy was dressed in an emulation of dominatrix role-play, black leather bikini and bra, black fishnet stockings clad her legs, high boots rising up to her knee and a whip.
"Sure I would." Angel said it in a flat tone, as if he wasn't terribly peaked by the girl who had acquired such a peculiar nickname. Truth was he couldn't stop imagining what that girl would do to him if he misbehaved.
"I'll make sure he has fun, Boss." Buffy said with naughtiness; Angel realized the little blonde was a dominatrix through and through, although she was all eyes and hair, nothing to worry much about. What kind of trouble could she give to him when he outweighed her so extremely?
"He's all brave and tough…I bet you'll show him how to behave." Drusilla suggested as the Slayer walked slowly and sassily towards Angel, stopping in front of him to offer her hand. Angel knew instantly she was the alpha girl, she would tell him what to do, not he other way around.
"Let's go to my apartment, Angel. You should know I've got great games for you."
"I imagined that." Angel sighed and followed the beauty in high boots dutifully. He had arranged to meet with his sponsor that night, but free stuff like this, couldn't be passed easily. So he dismissed the stuffy guy, taking his chance with the Slayer instead.
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