Please Mrs. Jailer!
SUMMARY: Buffy Summers has just been named warden of Sunnydale county prison. On her second day, she meets prisoner William Rayne, also known as Spike. Sparks fly between them right away. Buffy knows better than allowing herself to be attracted to a convict, but she can’t help it. And when Spike tells her he’s innocent… she believes him and makes it her only goal in life to prove it and free him.RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I’m not making any money with this, it’s just for fun… so sod off!
And the quote at the beginning of the story comes from the song Please Mr. Jailer in Cry baby.SPOILERS: Absolutely no spoilers… this is AU
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Chapter 2
What are bestfriends for?
Late afternoon, Buffy unlocked the front door of her new house with a heavy sigh. She was tired, and glad to finally be home. It was a really nice house. Just big enough for her. All on one level, with lots of open space and windows everywhere. But the main attraction was the backyard with its gigantic pool. She loved pools and had never had one before. Buffy was renting the house from her friend Xander for almost nothing. When he found out that she was moving to Sunnydale, he offered it to her right away. Xander owned an L.A. based construction company, but as a sideline, he liked to buy houses and rent them. He had quite a few across California and it was making him a rich man. Rich enough, at least, to give his childhood friend a really good deal. She wasn’t gonna complain about it.
She dropped her keys on the small table by the door and abandoned her briefcase as well. She wasn’t in the mood to look through paperwork tonight. She unbuttoned her silk shirt, leaving it hanging open on either side of her body, and made her way to the kitchen. She needed a drink badly. She toed off her mint green sexy stilettos on the way there, leaving them in the middle of the place. Yes, she was messy, she knew it, and she didn’t care.
Buffy took a look around the kitchen, still a little overwhelmed by how luxurious it was, with the shiny black granite counter tops, mahogany cupboards with glass doors, slate floor. And the sink was so big that she could probably take a bath in it. She went to the wine rack and picked a bottle of red wine. As she was pouring herself a glass, the phone rang. She took her glass with her and went to pick up the cordless.
“Hey Cordy.” She said in the receiver after taking a look at the caller display. She took a magazine from the pile on the kitchen table and went to sit outside by the pool to enjoy the sunset.
“So? How was your first day as the brand new tormenter of Sunnydale prison residents?” Her friend Cordelia Chase asked, every bit her usual enthusiastic self.
“It was… bizarre, to say the least.”
“It was bizarre? I’m afraid you’ll have to explain further girlfriend cuz good old Cord isn’t getting it. What do you mean, bizarre?”
“I don’t know, just a weird day. I didn’t even do my speech for one thing.”
“Aww! What happened? And it was such a good speech too! Worthy of the award for Monologue of the year. What a loss.”
“You’re a riot, Chase; did anybody ever tell you that?”
“You know I love ya. I’m just teasing. Go on. What happened?”
“I was just about to go to the cafeteria to introduce myself to the prisoners when there was a huge fight. You know my luck, right? I don’t even know why I’m surprised.” Buffy rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine. The lights in the pool came on automatically as the sky got darker and Buffy got up to go sit with her feet in the water.
“Ok, so--yeah, there was a fight.” Cordelia commented matter-of-factly. “Big freaking deal: it’s a prison. So, what else?”
“Yeah…” Buffy trailed, not sure she really wanted to share the rest of the story. “You know… nothing interesting. I just talked to that guy who was involved in the fight… he hadn’t started it, he got attacked by another convict. Anyway, I talked to him and…”
“And he was really sexy and horny, so you pushed him on top of your desk and had hot sweaty decadent sex with him. Wow, how convenient: the handcuffs were already on him!”
Buffy’s eyes widened in horror. “Cordelia Chase! You are such--a whore! Who do you think I am? I would never have sex with a con or even THINK of having sex with a con… I have higher expectations, I’ll have you know.”
“Says the girl whose last boyfriend, Ford, pretended to be a lawyer when he was in fact a janitor at a lawyer’s office. If you don’t mind, I’ll pick the hot rugged prisoner over that loser anytime of the day.” She snickered with contempt.
“Whatever Cord, I’m not telling you anything else.”
“Come on! I’m dying here! You know gossip is my bread, my wine and my air. Spill the beans before I wither and die like a flower without sun and water..” Cordelia whined, knowing she’d get what she wanted anyway. She always did.
“And that is exactly why I won’t tell you anything. You’re just a big gossip machine. Yep, gossip machine, that’s what you are, missy. You know what will happen? I’ll tell you what you want to know, you’ll shriek in my ear in excitement, and hang up the phone on me. Less than an hour after that, it will be all over the news and I’ll be out of a job.”
“So you DID have hot monkey sex! Good for you!” When Cordelia Chase was onto something, she sure as Hell wouldn’t let go.
“Did not, you big freak!!”
“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. But what’s the deal with that guy you were talking about? Was he hot?”
Buffy resisted for a few more seconds, then finally let it out.
“… Delicious.”
As she had predicted, her friend shrieked deafeningly into the phone.
“Buffy Summers!”
“Devilishly handsome. Very lickable. To die for. Sinfully gorgeous. Shall I go on?”
“Whatever happened to your rule about prisoners?” Cordelia asked in a more serious voice.
“Huh? What rule? I don’t have a rule…”
“You do now, missy: Don’t ogle them!”
“Cordelia, just how stupid do you think I am?”
**very, very stupid. Even more than that: Idiotic.** Buffy thought, ashamed of herself.
”You think I would risk my job to flirt with a guy who’s gonna spend the next twenty years behind the bars, all this because he has exquisite blue eyes, a tasty looking lower lip and perfect cheekbones? I’m not that dumb. Can’t a girl tell her best friend, after a long, horrible day, ‘Hey, I’ve seen a hot guy today’ without intending to do anything about it?”
“You know what Buff? I wasn’t actually serious, but you’re reacting so strongly about this that I’m starting to worry for real now.”
“Don’t. I’m sorry I freaked. I had a rough day. I wasn’t serious either.”
“Sure?”
“Sure.”
“Good. Now don’t go looking at that cute prison boy again or Queen C’s gonna come over and slap some sense into that blonde head of yours. Understood? And I’m only saying that because I’m your best friend, not because I would actually enjoy bitch-slapping you around.”
“As if you’d be able to anyway. I might be tiny, but I fight dirty. You know it, you’ve seen me in action.”
Cordelia cleared her throat. She remembered all too well Buffy’s bar-fighting days. “Yeah. Let’s forget about the bitch-slapping… So not going there with you, girl. You’re too much of a psycho for me. I could break a nail or…”
“Or your four-thousand dollar nose?”
“Screw you, my nose is real. Mother Nature gave me that nose! You’re just jealous!”
Buffy laughed. “Yes, keep telling yourself that if it helps… You know what Cordy, I’ve had a rough day. I think I’ll go soak in the tub for a while then hit the pillow.”
“And have naughty dreams about hot prison boy?”
“Whatever, you perv.”
“I’m sure you and your hand will have hours of fun together.”
“Fuck you.”
“Good night to you too!”
Buffy hung up and shook her head slightly. Cordelia and she had been best friends since high school. She was like a sister to her. But sometimes she had to wonder what kind of drugs she was on. Yeah right, as if she would ever do--that, thinking of…
**Who are you trying to fool, you big liar? Wasn’t it your intention anyway? Long, hot, bubble-bath, then go to bed and…**
“Argh!!”
Annoyed with herself for not being able to get her mind out of the gutter, Buffy got up and walked angrily back to the house, her wet feet making slapping noise on the concrete. She slammed the patio door shut behind her and locked it for the night. She turned the lights off after rinsing out her wine glass and went to her bathroom, hoping to finally be able to relax.
She had no such luck. While soaking in the fragrant hot water, surrounded by her favorite scented candles, she couldn’t stop the thoughts from bouncing around in her head like a Ping-Pong ball.
**Be strong, I said. Be merciless with them. Show them who’s the boss.** Buffy silently mocked herself.
**First week is crucial, don’t show any weakness or they’ll eat you alive… Yeah right. Chatting up Mr. Cheekbones, giggling like a schoolgirl at everything he said, then sending him back without any real punishment sure made me look like a real dictator.**
She let herself slide down in the tub until her head was under the water, hoping to silence her infuriating thoughts. Finally accepting the fact that nothing would take her mind off the morning’s events, she got out of the water and wrapped her wet body in a giant, plush, towel.
Once in the bedroom, she gathered the clothes that she had thrown all over her king size bed that morning, and dropped them on the floor, too tired to bother putting them away. Then she slid under the covers and turned the light off…
And stared at the ceiling.
…stared…
…and stared some more…
There was a tiny little crack in the paint…
Looked like a lightning…
Or maybe mountain tops if you looked the other way…
Or…
Buffy reached out to grab the pillow near her and shoved it on her face to muffle yet another scream of frustration.
Giving up the fight against her own mind’s desires, she closed her eyes and finally allowed herself to relax. She let her brain recreate the image of the blonde man who had captured her attention so effectively and gave in to the urge to slide her hands along her warm body. Her finger tips ran over her firm stomach, the feather like touch making her skin tingle.
She should have been annoyed by the smirk stretching his generous lips, but she couldn’t bring herself to be. He had that boyish look, with his hair all messed up and his shiny blue eyes… She couldn’t even remember why he was in her office.
Those eyes. She would never forget the intensity of those eyes as he looked up at her. So truthful; the emotions swirling in those blue pools--Like the ocean on a stormy day.
Buffy let out a soft moan when she finally dipped her slender fingers between her legs. She was surprised at how wet she was. How wet just thinking about this guy made her.
She knew that if she looked at herself in a mirror right now, she would probably see herself blushing like a virgin bride. She couldn’t explain why but she felt ashamed for thinking of him while pleasuring herself. She could see him so clearly in her mind that it made it all too real. Especially since she knew she really shouldn’t be thinking about him this way.
She flicked her clit a few times, nearly jumping off the bed at the first stroke. She hadn’t been that turned on in ages—Make it never. Spike. The nickname was so fitting.
That laugh. He had such a sexy laugh. A light rumble coming from deep within his chest. And it made his eyes crinkle up--the blue getting deeper and darker.
“No pet, nothing too bloody. Well… a little. Stabbed a big wanker in the shoulder with a railroad spike. His buddies and him were attacking a guy for no good reason. I do enjoy a good spot of violence, but I can’t say I care much for an unfair fight. He lived. I got myself a nickname and a new best mate.”
“He forgave you that?”
“Not that guy, luv; the one I helped. Charles Gunn.”
“Oh. Right.”
“So, Spike huh? How did you get that nickname, if you don’t mind me asking?… And if the tale isn’t too gory.”
Alright, reliving that conversation wasn’t exactly the biggest turn on. Maybe she could skip it. Though she did have a big grin on her face while thinking about their too short talk.
Buffy chuckled and pumped her fingers harder inside of her. She couldn’t believe just how silly that guy was making her.
She took the morning scene and rearranged it a bit. In her mind, she was now wearing a short black leather skirt instead of her suit pants.
**What was I thinking wearing pants anyway?…** she thought, still annoyed with her choice of outfit, but not for the same reasons that she had worried in the morning.
She let the fantasy play out in her head.
In a perfect imitation of Basic Instincts, she crossed and uncrossed her long legs. She could see Spike getting up from his seat and stalking towards her with a predatory look on his face.
In her bed, Buffy moaned from the erotic image she had just created in her head, and the action of her hands on her oversensitive flesh.
Spike put one hand on each of her knees to spread her legs and then slid his hands up her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers. As his hands traveled up he pushed her skirt higher, giving him better access to her soaked panties. He leaned forward and kissed her, caressing her soft lips with the tip of his tongue, just as one of his thumbs slid underneath the elastic band of her satin underwear and brushed against her clit. She was so turned on that this light contact made her come right away.
Buffy came with a frustrated whimper. She wanted the real thing, not some cheap imitation her brain could come up with.
**Yeah, but that will NEVER happen girl. Put it in that stubborn little blonde head of yours and move on!** With her hand still buried between her legs, she turned on her side and fell asleep almost instantly.
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