Rated VERY STRONG NC-17!! Do NOT read if you are underage. If there were a higher rating than NC-17, this fic would get it!

Warnings for: This is an extremely hardcore, raunchy fic folks!! Tons of explicit, graphic sex, multiple partners, slash, group sex, kink, anal, sex toys and objects used, bondage, deals with the seedy porn industry, angst, drug use, just about everything but the kitchen sink in this one! Wait...I think there is a kitchen sink scene in here somewhere...

Pairings (or triplings) include: M/F, M/M/F, M/M, F/F/M, M/M/M among other combos

A LARGE MALE GENITALIA ADVISORY is in effect for all viewing areas. *wink*

Summary: Buffy goes to Hollywood to become an actress, against her family's wishes. William is a momma's boy who goes to Hollywood to make porn films for easy money. They meet (eventually!) through a quirk of fate.

Buffy and Spike don't meet each other for many chapters. There's lots of couplings, but the story is ultimately Spuffy.

Joss and ME own everything. I own nothing. A nod also has to go to the movie 'Boogie Nights' for the initial inspiration for this fic.

"Cheek to Cheek" lyrics by Irving Berlin. "Black Betty" is by Ram Jam

Additional credits at the end of the story.

Thanks to Sweetie for beta-ing this fic for me!

Spike and Xander were relaxing on their couch and watching a 'The Simpsons' DVD after having come back from another night of carnal delights at Willow and Tara's place.

The bisexual, female couple were a lot of fun to be with, besides the great shagfests the four of them enjoyed over the past couple weeks. Willow was very smart and quirky, Tara was sweet and nurturing; they were both gorgeous and sexy. Tara was always making sure people were comfortable and always available if someone needed to talk about anything. It was another new experience for Spike and Xander--Willow and Tara were their friends, but they also had hot sex. The girls had made it clear that there were no deeper feelings than friendship and lust; that was fine by the two men--they felt the same way.

Their social calendars certainly had become full lately. Some of the ladies from the studio called them up and asked if they wanted to do something; it happened almost daily. Much to Spike's annoyance, Harmony called a lot. Harm was attractive, but Spike wasn't interested in seeing her away from work. For one thing, she got a little too rough with him; pulling hair and other parts of his anatomy a tad too hard, scratching furrows into his flesh with her long, pointy fingernails, and the way she screamed bloody murder when she came were a bit much. Harm also happened to be vapid. Her deepest thoughts seemed to center around the latest fashion trends and J Lo's marriages. And...Spike didn't like the way she looked at him. She looked at him as if she were in love--the only things missing were little, red hearts swirling around her head. He was positively, absolutely NOT interested in having a romantic relationship with someone with the brain power of a retarded Tube Worm.

Spike and Xander turned when they heard the front door open and shut. Lilah walked into the room--she looked perturbed.

"Well, is there a reason why neither of you answered the phone? I've been calling you all night." She tapped her foot, her mouth was set in a line.

"Hey, Lilah," Xander sat up, "Uh...we were out...sorry."

"Where were you?" she asked. "We were visiting Tara and Willow," Spike furrowed his brow. Since when couldn't they go out for the evening if they wanted to?

"You've been spending a lot of time over there lately." Lilah looked suspicious.

"Is--something up? What do you need to talk about?" Xander asked, hoping to move on from the uncomfortable 'Where have you been?' conversation.

Lilah relaxed a little. One of her sexy grins replaced the frown on her face. She went over to them then sat between them on the couch. She reached into her bag and brought out a script. "I have another good role for you, Spike." She handed him the script. "It's a re-make of the 1972 adult film, 'Flesh Gordon'. You'll be perfect."

Spike took the script and looked it over for a moment. He chuckled, "Flesh Gordon, that title just makes me laugh. So this is going to be another big production? Like the Roman one?"

"Yes," Lilah smiled and leaned back to relax. "With nice costumes and sets."

"You would make a good Flash--erm--Flesh," Xander laughed. "You got the whole blonde-bombshell look like the character."

"When do we start shooting?" Spike asked her.

"In a few days. We're working on getting all of the props at the moment. Are you happy with the idea?"

"Yeah, this sounds cool." Spike smiled. "I didn't think I'd get another movie like this for awhile."

"The response for the Roman Orgy film was very enthusiastic. The people love you. I'll want you to do a few regular, no-frills flicks too. There's one shooting tomorrow that I want you and Xander to do. It's just some down and dirty sex--no plot. And, Spike, how would you feel about changing your name to just 'Spike'?"

Spike shrugged. It didn't matter to him--as long as it wasn't his real name. "That'd be fine."

Xander giggled. "You've joined the ranks of the 'One-Named Celebrities'! Congrats, mi amigo!"

They laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Do I get a part in the 'Flesh Gordon' movie?" Xander wondered.

"Don't worry, honey," Lilah kissed him on the cheek, "I didn't forget about you."

"Ooh! Can I play Ming? Please!" Xander bounced in his seat.

"Sorry, but you couldn't pull off the whole 'evil thing'. You're too adorably, boy next door-ish." Lilah patted his head when he stuck out his lower lip in a sad pout. "You'll play one of the other heroes who helps Flesh free the people from Ming's despotic rule."

"That's cool...I guess," he said, still disappointed.

"It'll be great, you'll see." Lilah snuggled up to Xander, rubbing his chest through his t-shirt. "Let me make it up to you..." She reached under his shirt to caress his skin directly.

"Oh, I'm ok. I was just kiddin'...there's nothing to make up to me..." Xander trailed off.

Xander and Spike exchanged a darting glance. They were both pretty much shagged out from the naked Twister tournament at Willow and Tara's place--but you didn't say no to Lilah. She might get pissed if they both begged off. If Lilah was horny and didn't get a good seeing to...she could get cranky. A cranky Lilah was not a fun person to be around--or work for.

Spike slid closer to Lilah on the couch, rubbing her thigh and kissing the back of her neck while she kissed and started undressing Xander.

Somehow, the boys managed to squeeze another few hours of sex into their evening.

A few days later...

Spike was watching the Horizons cable station on the couch. His 'Flesh Gordon' script lay open on the coffee table; he was taking a little break from reading. The movie was supposed to start filming soon and he wanted to be ready.

Spike had seen and heard a sampling of the emails, FAX's and phone messages from viewers singing his praises. In short, he was stunned--people loved him. There were many more women responding than Horizons had ever had contact with before; many of the women said how they don't usually contact the makers of the adult films they watch, but they just had to this time. Lilah had told Spike that 'Women wanted him, and men wanted to be him.'

'Imagine that...someone actually wanting to be me! I didn't even want to be me until recently...'

He and Xander had officially been porn actors for 2 months now. It was a sweet gig, just as Xander had speculated it would be.

Spike smiled and laughed to himself, then cleared his mind of thought to enjoy the adult feature currently being shown, 'Poke-a-hot-ass'. It was a deep and meaningful study of early Native American/Colonial relations...with lots of boning.

Xander walked in the front door with a bag of groceries. He shrugged one arm out of his brown bomber jacket while holding the brown paper bag in his other arm.

"Whatchya watching, mate?" Xander asked in his version of a British accent, he moved to stand beside the couch.

"Our station," Spike replied. "I just watched 'Talk to the Stars', Harmony went solo today without Anya, bloody tragic," he laughed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I love Harm's hard-hitting journalistic style." Xander went to the kitchen. "Diane Sawyer better watch her back!"

Spike chuckled. "I'm glad Anya was there to interview us. Harmony couldn't stop asking about my dick."

"Can't blame her." Xander took off his jacket, hung it up and then sat next to Spike, a twinkle in his eye. "It's quite the conversation piece."

Xander timidly moved his hand onto Spike's thigh, he wasn't sure what kind of reception it would receive. Spike smiled, lifting an eyebrow.

"You--want to do it, Xan?"

"Yeah...I've been thinking about it...about how it was...I liked it. Is it okay with you?"

"Yeah, it's okay..." Spike said, "It's very okay..." Spike put his hand on top of Xander's, rubbing his thumb over the top of his hand.

Xander leaned over to kiss him, softly for a few moments, then more aggressively. His hand moved up to Spike's crotch and fondled his big cock through his sweat pants. Xander broke away and bent over into his lap, touching and mouthing the hardening cock through the fabric. It grew stiffer against his mouth, pushing at the thin fabric of the pants.

"I wanted to do this stuff to you for a long time," Xander sighed.

"You did? Why--didn't you say anything?"

Xander smiled up at him and raised his eyebrows. "You would have freaked out, that's why--I probably would have, too. If things hadn't happened like they have since we got here, we wouldn't have ever touched each other."

"Yeah...you're right."

Xander pulled Spike's pants out enough for his cock to jump free, then he bent down, licking and sucking it. Spike moaned, touching the back of Xander's neck and running his hand through his soft hair. Xander moved up and down the stiffening cock, lovingly pulling on it with his mouth and then rubbing his cheek against it. He unbuttoned his own pants, took his rigid hard-on out, and slowly stroked. He sucked Spike while holding him at the base with his other hand.

"Mmmm--Uhhhh," Spike breathed, watching his friend enthusiastically sucking him off. He was able to take quite a bit of it in his mouth; Xander seemed to be good at sex of any kind. Spike had always kidded around with him, saying what a big mouth he had...he wouldn't be complaining about that anymore.

"Like that?" Xander grinned, tapping the head with his broad tongue.

"Uhhmmm--Yeah--That's so bloody good, Xan!" Spike moaned.

Xander held the base gingerly, then licked up and down repeatedly on the underside, from base to head then back again--his tongue flicking rapidly. Spike watched him, amazed and highly turned on by how great it felt--Xander had a knack for this stuff. Xander grinned up at him when he saw the clouded, glazed look in Spike's eyes, then sank his mouth back over the cock and bobbed his head slowly.

Xander sucked and licked until his own cock needed to have Spike's attention. He pulled off and stood up in front of Spike, holding his cock out, silently asking for a blow job. Spike leaned forward and slid his mouth over Xander's dick, going up and down on it. He touched himself with one hand and wrapped his free hand around Xander.

Spike started deep throating him, moving from tip to base swiftly, over and over again. Xander gasped and moaned, putting both his hands in Spike's hair. His hips moved back and forth.

"Fuck, Will! Way to suppress that gag-reflex! Fuck--That's great! Ohhhh--Oh fuck yeah!"

Spike pulled off to flick at the head with his tongue. Xander's pre-cum flowed out in a stream. Xander put his hand behind Spike's head, gently holding him and urging him to stay in place.

Spike held Xander's cock up, licking and dragging his lips up and down, stopping to suck on his balls.

"I want you to fuck me," Xander moaned--he needed to cum so bad. He wanted to cum with Spike inside of him.

Spike looked up at him. "But...I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"I've been wearing a butt-plug all day. Lilah bought it for me--with the promise that we turn on the camera and let her watch it later."

"A butt-plug?" Spike looked around Xander's back to see it. "Isn't that really uncomfortable? And you've had it in all day?"

"It didn't feel too good at first, but it's fine now. I want to feel what it's like to get fucked by you...okay?"

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am." Xander's breathing became more erratic; he'd been waiting for and anticipating this all day--actually, he'd been wanting this for much, much longer than that.

He walked to where he'd hung up his jacket and brought out a tube of lube. Then, he switched on the video camera that Lilah had asked them politely to have at the ready at all times. They both got naked quickly. Xander went back to Spike, kneeled by the couch and bent over, resting his arms up on the cushions. He reached behind him and gently extricated the butt-plug from his hole, then set it aside. Spike took the tube and knelt behind him. They were both nervous and excited, their bodies quivered in anticipation.

"No rubber," Xander said shakily. "I want to feel it au naturale."

"Alright--if that's the way you want it."

Xander looked to be stretched out enough to begin, thanks to the plug. Spike was already hard from the top-notch cock sucking Xander had done. He stroked himself a few times, applying lube all over his cock. Xander looked back and giggled with a combination of excitement and anxiety.

"Our lube bill is going to go through the roof! You can easily use half a tube in one application," Xander joked, eyeing Spike's shiny cock.

Spike grinned. "Yeah, but we're porn superstars, we can afford it." He sniffed. "Peppermint?"

"My favorite," Xander grinned.

Spike grinned back. He rubbed, then pushed at Xander's opening with the head of his cock. The tip eased into his ass slowly, followed by a few meaty inches.

"Ohhh--Oh fuck--Ahhhh," Xander moaned deeply.

"Good so far?" Spike panted.

Xander nodded his head avidly, squeezing the couch cushions in his hands. "YES! Keep going!"

"Just relax, Xan."

"Relax...relax," Xander moaned. "Uhhh--Relaxing is good."

Spike massaged his friend's back as he slid more and more of his monster cock inside. They both had their eyes closed, and they gnashed their teeth and groaned. His cock went in up to the limit. Spike reached around and stroked Xander's cock and balls as he began a rocking motion.

"That's it--Ohhh--Yeah--Yeah--Oh yeah!" Xander exclaimed.

"Does it feel good?" Spike kept up the gentle fucking.

"Ohhh yeah! Fuck yeah! Ohhhh--Don't stop--Mmmhhhaa!"

Spike kissed Xander's shoulder blades softly, moving to his neck.

"Oh God--Oh Will--Uhhhh!" Xander didn't seem to be able to call him anything other than his real name when they had sex. The passion and his feelings were too intense to remember the appellation 'Spike' at these times. "Wait--Wait!"

Spike stopped right away, staying completely still inside of Xander. "What's wrong? Oh God, I hurt you, didn't I?!" he said, horrified.

"No--I'm good--I'm great! I just want to change position. I want to--Fuck, it sounds so girly...but since I'm kneeling here with your dick jammed up my ass, I might as well say it...I want to...see your face when we...when I...cum."

Spike was relieved that he hadn't hurt his friend; he would have hated himself if he had. The blonde stud wanted to watch Xander's face just as much as he wanted to see his. It was spooky, but he had very deep, and strong feelings for his friend; feelings that went beyond friendship or just sex. The feelings were always there, Spike just never thought he could permit himself to acknowledge them or examine them thoroughly--much the same way Xander had repressed those thoughts.

"Okay, Xan." He drew his prick out slowly. Xander groaned. "How do you want to do it?"

Xander turned around. "How about you lay on your back and I'll sit on top of you?"

"Okay, let's try that," Spike said, anxious to get his cock back inside Xander's hot, tight ass. "Do you want to do it in bed or here?"

"Here," Xander said, patting the carpet.

Spike laid down on his back. Xander crawled over on his hands and knees. They looked at each other, smiling, then giggling a little.

"This is still weird--but good! Really...really...good," Xander slowly leaned over Spike, touching their mouths together; it became less giggle-inducing and weird by the moment. They were feeling the urgency and scorching heat building up in their wiry, teenaged bodies again.

Xander straddled Spike's body, breaking the kiss and taking the blonde's heavy dick in his hands. His breathing was rapid as he lowered himself. They moaned throatily, and Spike rubbed Xander's thighs and waist.

"Uhhhh--Oh fuck--Ahhh," Xander squeezed his eyes shut; sinking down inch by inch onto Spike's thick, corded staff.

Xander leaned forward, putting his hands near Spike's head, panting for breath. "FUCK! You're so big--Oh fuck--Wow!"

"When you're--ready, Xan," Spike whispered huskily.

Xander nodded, gulped, and started moving his ass up and down. They groaned, Spike gripped Xander's thigh hard with one hand, and his hanging cock with the other. He pulled on and stroked his lover's cock and sac. They continued at this leisurely pace. Spike moved his hand that wasn't jerking Xander to rest on his hip, caressing and gripping him while they thrusted together. As time went on, Xander started slamming down harder and harder.

Spike pulled faster on Xander's throbbing cock and bucked up.

Xander groaned, "Fuck me--Fuck me--Fuck me--Oh yeah--Oh yeah!"

They fucked frantically, brutally, losing any sense of rhythm; the need to cum was getting overwhelming. Xander's reamed ass smacked down on Spike faster.

"Ahh-Ahh-Ahh--Ahhh Will!--Fuck--I'm cumming!" Xander shouted, looking with wide, brown eyes into Spike's equally wide, blue ones. Xander's face contorted, he screamed loudly and spewed cum all over Spike's stomach, fist and chest.

The clenching of Xander's ass muscles made Spike's eyes cross. His orgasm hit him like a baseball bat to the back of the head.

Spike yelled, "Xander! Ahhhh!" bucking his hips up, driving his cock deeper. Powerful jets of hot spunk shot up into Xander's bowels.

Xander whimpered and yelled, fucking himself harder on Spike's shooting cock. "FUCK! Ahh--Ahhhhh!"

Xander's dick shot with renewed purpose; more jiz squirted out from his pulsing member. The part of his mind that could still think, marveled at how fucking or being fucked by Spike could make him cum twice, one right after the other. That never happened before with anyone else.

When the orgasms finally stopped, they felt like rag dolls. Xander laid his chest against Spike's, they kissed tenderly.

"That was messy." Xander grinned.

Spike laughed lightly, still trying to catch his breath. He looked down at their pressed together chests, feeling the warm, squishy cum forming a glue-like substance.

"You said it, mate!"

Xander eased off Spike's cock and dropped down on his side next to him on the carpet. "Fuck...Holy Shpadoinkle! That was good!" he panted.

"Yeah, that it was--bloody amazing. You're sure it didn't hurt too much?"

"If it hurt bad, I woulda jumped through the fucking ceiling!" Xander chuckled, not able to help himself from touching Spike's goo-drenched chest affectionately.

They gazed at each other for a few moments.

"I love you..." Xander said quietly, "not in the purely manly sense I always thought...Don't worry though, I'm not going to go down on one knee and ask you to marry me or anything," he laughed, "If I do go down on my knees, it won't be to propose, alright? I like bringing hot chicks into the mix too, thinking about women still gets me hot. But...do you think we can still be best friends...best friends who like to fuck each other--a lot?"

"I told you before, Xan, we'll always be friends." Spike smiled softly. "That will never change. The sex...is great. I wouldn't want to give up that part of us either. And...I love you too. The same way--not ready to buy a little cottage with a white picket fence for us or anything..."

They smiled and laughed lightly.

Xander sighed. "Man, when I think of all the times we were both horny as hell, with no girlfriends, and staying over at each other's houses...Shit, we could've been screwing each other this whole time!" He paused a moment; obviously getting an idea of some kind. "Hey! Let's play a pretend game!"

"A pretend game?" Spike raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Yeah! Let's get in bed, and pretend that it's the old days. You're staying over at my house, my parents are asleep, we're looking at the nudie magazines that I stole from my dad--we notice each other getting hard, and we discover how nice touching each other can be."

"We're playing games already?" Spike smirked. "Has the spark gone out of our lovemaking?"

Xander didn't realize he was joking at first; he was afraid he'd hurt Spike's feelings unintentionally. "No! No, I wasn't saying that! I just thought it'd be fun to--Oh...you were pullin' my lariat." He snorted laughter.

"Come on, " Spike stood and extended a hand to Xander, "let's go to bed. I'll pull more than your lariat..." He waggled his eyebrows and curled his tongue over his top lip.

Xander and Spike were amazingly comfortable with their new relationship; best friends who like to fuck each other--as well as assorted women--a lot.

Chapter 9: The Fickle Finger of Fate

A few weeks later...

Buffy was trudging through yet another day of serving ungrateful, lousy tippers at the diner. She hadn't had one call back yet from her numerous auditions. She even tried out for some singing parts, even though she wasn't much of a singer. Her Hollywood dreams were turning into nightmares over the course of two months.

Maybe she really wasn't good enough, after all...maybe her parents were right. Wouldn't that be something? The problem was that she couldn't go crawling back to them, not after the way she had left the house. And she'd never admit that she'd failed after all her big talk; it would be too humiliating, and they would never let her live it down. Buffy still called once a week to let them know that she wasn't 'dead in a ditch' somewhere, as her mother had feared.

'Oh goody...those creeps are back.' Buffy thought, seeing Earl and Wayne sitting in their usual booth.

Nevertheless, Buffy had to do her job. With a falsely cheerful smile that made her face hurt, she walked over to their table. Why couldn't all the customers be as quiet and tidy-looking as the business man sitting at a table adjacent to the 'gruesome twosome', as she called them.

"What can I get you?" she asked them.

"How 'bout your phone number?" Earl cackled, giving his friend a high-five.

"You know, that just keeps getting funnier every time you say it," Buffy said tiredly.

The pervs snickered.

Earl gave her their order, "Two black coffees and two slices of that peach pie."

Buffy nodded and went to get their order ready. She didn't know how much more of this crap she could take. Her life had taken a decidedly shitty turn since she'd gotten into town. She sighed. Any day now, she reminded herself, any day she could get some good luck; she just had to hang tough.

The coffees, pie, as well as soup and a cheese sandwich for another customer, were loaded onto her tray. Buffy walked back to the table and her 'favorite' customers.

"Thanks, honey. Don't you look pretty as a picture today?" Wayne said. The words themselves were innocent and complimentary, but the way he said it, and the way his eyes raked over her body as he spoke, made her flesh crawl.

"That's nice. Thank you. Will that be-- " Buffy halted mid-sentence. Someone's hand was on her ass.

She whipped around. The business man-type was the one with the busy hand.

He grinned lecherously up at her. "How about a little service, honey?"

"You keep your fucking hands off of me!" she yelled, shaking with indignation. "You touch me again and I'll chop them off at the wrist!"

The other patrons stared. The business man had the decency to flush in embarrassment.

"Shut up, you stupid cunt! I was just having a little fun--you're making a scene!" he hissed.

Buffy's mouth hung open. "What did you call me!?" She became more enraged; no one had ever called her such a filthy name to her face before. "You son of a bitch!" She cracked him across the face with an open handed slap, and some of the diners gasped. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

Still vibrating with rage, Buffy picked up the bowl of soup from her tray and dumped it on his lap. The man jumped up, howling in surprise and pain from the hot liquid saturating the front of his pants.

"You crazy bitch!" He hopped from foot to foot, holding the material of his pants away from his skin.

"What the hell's going on out here?!" Joe emerged from the kitchen.

"He grabbed my ass and called me a foul name!" Buffy pointed a trembling finger at the hopping man.

"That little bitch hit me and spilled soup on me deliberately! I could be maimed for life! I want her fired! She's insane! I'll fucking sue!"

Joe glared at Buffy. "We don't approve of assaulting customers here. You're fired, Summers! Get your stuff and get out."

"W-What?" Buffy stuttered. "B-But he-- "

"I don't want to hear it! You're still fired!" Joe said, helping the pervy customer into the kitchen to help him clean off and hopefully convince him not to sue.

"Fine! I didn't want this stupid job, anyway!" Buffy stopped herself from crying and went in the back to collect her purse and jacket.

Buffy walked dejectedly up the stairs to her room. Now she'd have to go job hunting. The nerve of that creep at the diner! He'd looked so 'normal'. It was highly ironic that Buffy had been so worried about Earl and Wayne, that she'd overlooked someone who posed more of a threat. You never could tell just by looking at someone what lay beneath their exterior.

As she approached the top of the stairs, she saw that her door was slightly ajar.

'What the fuck?'

Buffy cautiously pushed the door open all the way. The place had been smashed up and ransacked. The furniture was toppled, pieces of her clothing and other personal effects were strewn around the place.

"No! Nooooo! Damn it!"

Buffy ran to the dresser and checked the back of it, she had taped an envelope containing all of her money to it--it was gone. She burst into tears.

"No! Why?! Why is this happening to me!? What am I being punished for?! Was I Adolph Fucking Hitler in a past life!?"

She kicked the dresser and wandered out into the hallway. Her stomach roiled and pitched. She sat down numbly on the top of the stairs and cried into her hands.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Buffy looked up through her tears to see a man with black, slightly curly hair, bushy eyebrows and blue eyes looking at her with concern.

"No--I'm not. Please...leave me alone."

"Is there something I can help you with? I hate to see a pretty girl crying."

"Then don't look. There's nothing anybody can do for me. I swear, I'm fucking cursed!" Buffy sobbed.

He sat down on the step beside her. "My name's Parker. I'd like to help if I could."

"I just got fired and came home to see that my place was robbed and busted up. They took everything...I have 40 dollars to my name. I have no job, no money, no prospects...I'm so screwed..."

"Wow, I'm sorry. That's terrible. This building is usually pretty safe."

"Lucky me! The crooks made an exception in my case!" She wiped her eyes. "I just wanted to be an actress...that's all. Do you live here?"

"No, I was just visiting a friend. Listen...I might be able to help you out. I have an aunt who runs a movie studio. Maybe I could get you an audition for her. I'm sure she'd at least let you try out."

She sniffed and looked at him. "Why would you do that?"

Parker smiled kindly. "I don't like seeing pretty girls cry. I told you. Plus, it never hurts to rack up good karma by helping someone in need."

"Really? That would be so nice of you." She smiled back at him.

"You can even stay at my place tonight, and I can see if my aunt can come over and talk to you tomorrow."

"Your place?" Buffy became suspicious. "I don't know..."

He laughed. "I promise, I won't lay a hand on you. After what you've been through I can't blame you for being nervous, but you'd be completely safe and comfortable with me. Honestly."

Buffy thought about it for a second. She really didn't have much of a choice. And the guy was offering to help her get acting work, she didn't want to offend him. He seemed like a nice, sincere guy. She smiled more widely.

"Okay. I'd like to stay at your place if it's really alright."

"Great!" Parker stood up. "Why don't you get a few things together, I'll wait here for you."

"All settled?" Parker asked, bringing her a snifter of brandy.

Buffy was curled up on the couch with an afghan.

"Yeah, your place is so nice." Buffy took the brandy and sipped it with a smile. "Mmmm, I never had this stuff before. It's good."

"It should be, it's a hundred bucks a glass." Buffy almost did a spit take. "$100 a glass! Why are you wasting it on me?"

"It's not being wasted." He gave her a smile. "I figured you could use it."

"And how!" Buffy giggled drinking more.

"I've got a few bottles of it. There's plenty...drink up." She didn't see Parker's less than gentlemanly leer.

Two hours and several brandies later...

Buffy wasn't completely looped, but she was buzzing nicely. She and Parker talked about their lives and laughed a little. He held her when she cried again about her misfortunes. He was so sweet.

Parker looked sad suddenly, looking away from her.

"What is it?" Buffy asked, touching his leg in a friendly manner.

"I was just...no, I don't want to bother you with my problems. You've had enough of your own..."

"No, tell me. You've been so good to me. I don't mind you telling me stuff."

"Well...I was just thinking about my...dad. He passed away suddenly last year."

"Oh, Parker, I'm sorry." Buffy rubbed his shoulder.

He nodded and took a breath. "It's okay. I just miss him a lot sometimes, you know?" She nodded sympathetically. "He always said something...he said that life's too short not to take chances. If you see something you want...you should go after it. You never know if you'll get another chance."

Buffy nodded. Parker leaned towards her slowly; he was going to kiss her. He was so nice, and he looked so sad. 'Why not? He's cute! And so sweet.' Buffy let him kiss her.

They kissed slowly, Buffy's hands slid up into his hair. Parker's arm went around her waist, his other hand rubbed her stomach, then moved up to cup a breast. They leaned back on the couch until he was laying on top of her.

Buffy had had such a terrible time since she'd gotten into town...feeling good for a change sounded like a nice change of pace.

The next morning...

Buffy woke up, noticing that Parker wasn't in bed with her. She sat up and looked at the clock, it was 10 AM. She had a little bit of a headache from the Brandy, but she didn't feel too bad.

Sex with Parker had been...nice. It wasn't life-altering or anything, but he'd been sweet and gentle with her; she had really needed it. She'd cum once, that had felt real good. Buffy had finally found a nice, caring person in this town--she finally had a boyfriend--Yay!

Buffy wrapped a sheet around herself; her clothes were still in the living room.

"What should I do? Wait in here for him? Maybe he went out?" Buffy talked to herself.

Footsteps came from the hall, and a moment later, Parker walked in with coffee and donuts. He was smiling pleasantly.

"Hi there," he said, walking over to the bed and handing her a coffee.

"Hi," she blushed. "Thanks. I was wondering where you were."

"I'm a terrible cook, and an even worse coffee maker. I thought I'd spare you and run out to the donut shop for breakfast."

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Buffy giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Whoa," Parker sat back. "Watch the morning breath there, Buffy."

"Oh! I'm--I'm sorry..." she said, embarrassed and covering her mouth with a hand.

His easy, charismatic smile slid back into place. "That's okay. You haven't had a chance to rinse and brush yet."

Buffy looked down, picking distractedly at the lid on her styrofoam coffee cup.

"I have to go into work, some kind of emergency," Parker said, nibbling at a donut. "Remember my aunt in the movie business that I told you about?"

Buffy nodded.

"I called her and she agreed to meet with you today. She'll come by here at noon."

Buffy's face brightened. "Really?! Oh, wow! I--I look like crap! I have to get ready!" She stood up, taking a donut and her coffee with her. "Can I use your shower?"

"Sure, babe. Anything you need. After you talk to her, you can get a cab home right?" Parker took a $20 bill out of his breast pocket and put it on the nightstand. "This should cover the fare."

"Umm, yeah...that's...thanks." Buffy kept the frown from forming on her face. 'Why do I feel like a whore? Stop it! Parker is a busy guy, and he's done all this generous stuff for you--stop getting huffy about stupid things,' she told herself.

Parker finished his donut quickly and stood up.

Buffy smiled at him. "You want to do something tonight?"

"Like what?" he asked, brushing the powder and crumbs off of his hands.

"I don't know, whatever you feel like. We could have dinner...or something."

"Hmm," he looked lost in thought, "you know--I'd love to, but I'm going to be crazy busy with a project I'm doing."

"Oh...okay...sometime soon though?"

"We'll see." Parker smirked. "Hey, good luck getting a job with my aunt! I'm pullin' for ya!" He punched her shoulder lightly.

"Th-Thanks..." Buffy was puzzled by his behavior. Was he blowing her off?

"I'll call you!" Parker said with a wave of his hand as he exited the bedroom.

After she heard the door to the apartment shut, Buffy said, "What the fuck was that? Did he use me?" She shook her head disbelievingly. "He doesn't even know my number...how can he call me? No, Parker's a nice guy...he just had to leave in a hurry. And he probably meant to tell me to write down my number for him...yeah, that's probably it. He did such sweet things for me--he wouldn't have done all that if he just wanted to get in my pants. He even set up an appointment with his aunt in the movie business--which I really have to get ready for!"

Buffy put aside her worries about Parker and concentrated on making herself presentable and to mentally prepare for what could be the big break she'd been waiting for.

The filming of 'Flesh Gordon 2003' had gone smoothly, only taking about a week. Warren, Lilah and The Mayor were very pleased with the finished product. Xander, Lilah and Spike sat in her office, watching the final cut of the movie.

When the words 'The End?' appeared, Xander grinned broadly and clapped. "Hey, that was fantastic! You were really great, Spike. I think you were meant to be a movie star--You can really act, man! It turned out even better than I thought it would."

"It really is a quality piece of porn," Lilah said, turning off her television set. "Congratulations, boys, your stars are on the rise."

Spike blinked and took a breath. "I can't believe that's me up there...doin' that stuff!"

Lilah snickered and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "What did I tell you? You're a natural, lover. You have 'star quality'; you were meant to do this kind of work. You allow people to escape their problems for a while and turn them on in the bargain--you should feel good about that."

Spike turned his head to her and smiled. "It is a good feeling. Thanks, Lilah," he said softly, "you have no idea how much I appreciate all you've done for me...for us," he included Xander. "I've been able to pay off a huge chunk of mum's medical bills since I started here."

"I'm glad, sweetie." Lilah kissed his lips then stood up. "I have an appointment I need to get to, I'll see you boys later at home?"

"Maybe we should go out to celebrate? I think a little booty shakin' and painting of the town a bright shade of crimson is in order?" Xander suggested.

"Yeah, we should!" Spike said, his eyes bright and happy. "We could go to a fancy restaurant, then out to a club."

"Sounds cool. You want to come, Lilah?" Xander asked.

"Always." Lilah smirked.

At 12:05 there was a knock at Parker's apartment door.

Buffy checked herself in the mirror then went to answer the door.

"You must be Buffy, I'm Parker's Aunt Lilah," she smiled and held her hand out to shake Buffy's.

"Hi! It's really great of you to come here to meet with me!" Buffy shook hands with her.

"Don't mention it. I'm happy to meet with new talent. Parker told me what you've been through, you poor thing. May I come in?"

"Oh! Of course!" Buffy laughed nervously and stepped back.

Lilah came in, moving to the couch and sitting down. She crossed her legs and relaxed back against the sofa. "Tell me about yourself, honey."

Buffy sat down at the other end of the sofa. "Well, I'm 18. I graduated from high school a little over 2 months ago. I haven't been in any professional movies or anything, but I've been in every school play since elementary school. I love acting, I've never wanted to do anything else...except for a period when I was 7 and wanted to be a figure skater." Buffy smiled.

"You haven't found any acting work at all?" Lilah asked.

"No. Then I was fired from my crappy job and robbed. Parker was my knight in shining armor--he was so sweet to help me. He couldn't have come along at a better time."

"Hmm, yes...So, you're sure? You'd like to work for me?" Lilah arched a feathery eyebrow.

"Oh, absolutely! Very much so! I could do a scene with you to show you what I got."

Lilah raised both of her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? You're prepared to do that right now?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Buffy said, nodding enthusiastically. "I'm ready to go."

"I like you, Buffy. You've got spunk. Okay, why don't you go ahead and take your clothes off."

Buffy's smile faded fast, her face went blank. "Ex-Excuse me?" she stuttered.

"You look like you have a cute figure," Lilah looked her up and down. "Let's see it."

Buffy's jaw dropped. "I--I will NOT undress! I--I appreciate you coming here and everything--but not that much!"

Lilah sighed. "How do you expect me to decide to hire you if you won't take your clothes off?"

"That's not necessary! I sh-should just leave..."

A look of realization came over Lilah's face. She sat up straight. "Wait a second, what did Parker tell you about what I do?"

"He--said that you ran a studio...and are always looking for new actors."

"That...little shit," Lilah blew air out through her teeth. "He's lucky I love him or I'd kick his ass for this."

"What are you talking about?" Buffy was extremely confused and put-off by the whole conversation.

"Buffy...I make adult films. Parker apparently neglected to tell you that part."

Buffy's eyes were huge, she had trouble keeping her mouth closed. "A-Adult? As in..."

Lilah finished for her, "As in pornographic movies--people having sex on film."

Buffy's mouth worked silently, color rose in her cheeks. She was torn between feeling murderous rage toward Parker and extreme embarrassment.

Lilah breathed deeply then sighed. "Maybe he thought he told you and then...No...I can't even say it with a straight face. I'm sorry, Buffy. It looks like Parky had a little fun with both of us today. I'm a very busy woman but I came here as a favor to him...the little prick."

"That son of a...I can't believe I sl-" Buffy stopped mid-word and looked down.

"You slept with him?" Lilah asked gently.

"I'm so stupid...But...he was so sweet last night. And he was so sad when he talked about his dad that I--"

"What about his dad?" Lilah's brow creased.

"How he died suddenly last year. He told me--"

Lilah groaned and massaged her forehead.

"Is--something wrong?"

"My brother-in-law is alive and well. They live in Vegas. My nephew is a scoundrel--I hate to say it, but..."

"That bastard!" Buffy fumed, pacing around in tight circles. "What did you call him? A scoundrel? Ha! That's waaaay too classy a term for what he is! The whole thing--everything he did and said--was just to get me to sleep with him! Damn it! It kills me to remember how sorry I felt for him."

"I'm sorry things didn't work out, Buffy. I like your look, you've got a sweet, wholesome vibe. You could've done well in the industry."

Buffy looked down again. "That--just isn't me...sorry."

Lilah got up. "It's not for everyone--you don't have to apologize. I have to get back to the studio. I hope you get some work soon." She smiled warmly and gave Buffy's shoulder a friendly squeeze.

"Thanks, I hope so, too."

"Can I drop you off somewhere?"

"No...the King of all Assholes left me money for a cab."

"Goodbye then, Buffy, and good luck," Lilah said. She walked to the door, opened it and then stopped. She felt so bad for the kid after what had happened to her and then Parker's little game he'd played. Lilah had been a young ingenue with dreams of stardom at one time, too. "Buffy," she turned back to face the blonde, "would you be interested in doing some work for me that wouldn't involve being in the films?"

"Umm--like what?" Buffy asked dubiously.

Lilah thought for a moment. "You could assist me, answer calls, help around the sets, get things for the actors, fetch coffee--that kind of thing."

"No--sex stuff?"

"Well, you'll be seeing the actors at work, but you can just stand back, watch, and enjoy like the rest of us."

"How much does it pay?" Buffy asked, seriously considering it--she really didn't have any better prospects.

"Minimum wage. But there are perks: free coffee and food, free sex shows...and working with me, you'll learn a thing or two about making movies--some things apply whether you're making porn or regular films. Why don't you think it over? I'll give you my card and you can give me a jingle when you make up your mind."

"No," Buffy squared her shoulders, "I'll take it."

"You don't want to think about it?"

"No, I don't exactly have a lot of options right now...I really appreciate this, Lilah."

Lilah waved her hand magnanimously, "Don't mention it, honey. Here's my card, the address of the studio. My home and work numbers are on it. You can start work tomorrow at 10 AM. Why don't you leave with me, I'll drop you off at your place. I'd rather my nephew wasn't torn apart--or have his apartment torn apart--no matter how much he deserves it."

"You sure I can't destroy something? Just one little thing?"

"Well...as long as you don't do him bodily harm...I still have to answer to my sister about his welfare. And believe me, you don't want to get on Winifred's bad side." Lilah absently touched above her hairline, fingering the small scar she had gotten from one of her childhood fights with Fred. "She's a skinny, little thing but...she fights dirty."

"Okay, I'll be right back!" Buffy said happily, skipping out to the kitchen.

Lilah waited as the minutes went by.

Buffy emerged from the kitchen with an armload of utensils. "Just a little longer," she said, crossing the room to the bathroom. Buffy disappeared for another few minutes. She came back out with the utensils wrapped in a towel. "Just one more minute, I promise!" She raced to the kitchen.

Just as Lilah was about to ask Buffy what was taking so long, Buffy strode out into the living room, drying her hands on a dish towel. She tossed it and the towel from the bathroom over her shoulder and smiled.

"All done. Let's go." Buffy picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder.

Lilah smirked. "What did you do? If I may ask?"

"Parker got me all mellow with this crazily expensive Brandy last night. Now he's got a lot less of it than he used to. And I put all of his kitchen utensils in the toilet--I put them back how I found them when I was done, of course. It's not much in the way of revenge, but it'll do."

Lilah laughed heartily and opened the front door. "You're a nut! But I love it. Let's get you back home, sweetie."

Buffy's spirits were already lifted somewhat. At least she had some kind of employment. It did her heart good to imagine Parker freaking out when he discovered all of his Brandy bottles opened and empty on the counter by the sink. And of course, there were the toilet-water soaked kitchen utensils that Buffy had lovingly marinated in the toilet bowl...he'd undoubtedly use them sooner or later; it put a little spring in her step.

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