Payback’s Bitch (4 of ?)
Title: Payback’s Bitch (4 of ?)
Authors: (catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapt 4 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams! And her dreams…
Previously…
When she heard the front door close signaling that Xander had taken the hint to leave, Cordelia sighed and began undressing and slipped into the sleek red teddy she had bought just for tonight. Tonight might very well have been the night if Xander hadn’t gone and ruined it with his stupid subconscious.
“Pffft,” she blew out a frustrated breath as she flopped back on her bed. Snuggling under her covers, she punched the pillow until it was just the right amount of fluffly. “Leading lady… damn straight I’m the leading lady…” she sighed again and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Xander came walking onto the set, camera held tightly in his right hand. He wore a well-tailored black suit and cream-colored silk shirt without a tie, a suit which had cost him $3,500 dollars. But he didn't mind. When working with the most beautiful and talented actress/supermodel in the world, you dress to impress.
He walked onto the set. "All right! Last session of the day!" He called, utterly in control. He was the most asked-after photographer in the world. He'd taken them all. Madonna. Julia Roberts. Princess Diana (but not in a completely evil paparazzi/stalker way). He only took scenes with the best, and Cordelia Chase was without a doubt the best there was. No other actress had won a Golden Globe, three Oscars (Best Supporting Actress, Best Actress and Best Director) and the cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition, Cosmopolitan and Playboy, all in the same year. She'd refused to take her clothes off for Playboy, of course, but still Hugh paid her more than any other model in history, just to have her on the cover.
Xander was known for his pictures. He was world renown, and only the best would take the best, which was why Cordelia had demanded Xander Harris himself. They'd had the idea together, and a brilliant idea it was. A series of photo shoots meant to illustrate the many facets of Cordelia Chase. Cordelia as a sexy super-spy. Cordelia as a smoldering femme fatale. Cordelia as an imperious queen. And finally, the last shoot of the day, Cordelia as a captured princess, imprisoned in the dungeon of the evil queen.
The idea was to always remember Cordelia's innate glamour while paying homage to the grit and realism of the scene. To that end, Cordelia wore an expensive evening dress bought just for that shoot, and then artfully torn in all the right places, the tight red fabric showing patches of tawny skin. Her arms were spread to either side and chained over her head, bolted to the wall. To maintain the realism of the scene, Cordy had insisted on real chains to bind her in place. Her hair was mussed, but only to the point of making her even more sexy, if that had even been possible. Xander smiled at Cordelia. "Beautiful as ever, my love," he told her. "Makeup! A final touch-up!"
Ruby lips pulled into a confident smile as Cordelia blew the premier photographer a saucy kiss and wink. “And you know just how to bring out the vixen in me, don’t you Xander…”
At her employer’s call, the red haired make-up artist hurried onto the set with her kit in hand. Looking at Miss Chase with breathless awe, Willow dabbed her flawless skin with a powder brush just to cut the sheen from the lights. Moving closer, she held her breath while she reapplied the model’s lipstick even though it wasn’t strictly necessary.
“Uhm… lick your lips, please…” Willow said timidly. “Or would you rather have a high gloss…?”
“You’re the artist,” Cordelia shifted her gaze to the mousy redhead as she dragged her wet tongue slowly across her lips. “You tell me.” She knew Xander’s assistant had a thing for her and she enjoyed teasing her - as consummate professional, of course, always playing to her audience.
Willow swallowed hard, her eyes widening. “Uh… yeah… that’s good,” she licked her own lips which had suddenly gone parched. “Good for the lighting. Don’t you think boss?” she tore her gaze away from the exotic supermodel to ask the photographer’s opinion.
"It would be best if you got out of my shot," Xander replied coolly. While the mousy redhead was cute enough, she was no Cordelia Chase. Xander had a certain soft spot for the makeup artist, but he'd always have eyes for Cordelia. He smiled at the redhead. "Thanks, sweetie." He turned back to look at Cordelia. "My lovely Cordelia. You know what to do. Just try not to melt my camera." He winked at the gorgeous model and raised his camera.
Willow’s breath caught in her throat and she scurried off the set, taking up a position behind the crack in the black velvet curtain where she could watch them without being seen.
“No guarantees there, babe, so I hope your equipment is ensured…” Cordelia answered with a heated look.
The moment he took aim, Cordelia skillfully fell into her role as the imprisoned princess. She let out an anguished cry and assumed a tortured expression as she writhed against her bonds. The flashes were like a strobe accentuating each seductive movement of her body. Acting out the scenario in her mind, a full range of emotions raced across her features -- everything from trembling fear to utter terror.
As Xander took the photos, the day wore on. He went through one roll of film, and then started on another. He sent away the rest of the crew save for the makeup artist, to preserve the illusion. They were nearing the end of the shoot, and under the hot lights Cordelia was beginning to glow. She somehow looked even more glamorous that way, but for the images themselves it wouldn't be best. "We'll take five," he decided. "Willow can use a bit of powder for you. Still comfortable enough, beautiful? Don't mind stayin' in those chains a bit longer? For me?" Xander winked at her playfully.
Cordelia let out a long suffering sigh and rolled her shoulders and neck to ease the tension as Willow dutifully moved in with the big puffy brush to catch the shiny spots that were inevitable under the hot lights.
Ignoring the redhead as she went about her work, the model directed her languid gaze to the photographer. “This is the last of the series and it feels flat - I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the shots will be spectacular, but where’s the shock factor? I want something that is going to eclipse Madonna’s Sex book… something raw. Something gritty. Something… sensational. They think they know me, but I want to do something that’s going to have my fans wondering who I really am.”
Willow’s pulse kicked up as Cordelia’s tone took on a seductive edge. Biting her lip in concentration, she flicked her brush over the exposed area of her neck and chest where she’d worked up a sheen of perspiration. There was a tear in the dress that revealed the side of her breast and Willow moved close to touch up the bronze shadow that accentuated the natural curve of her form.
When the side of her hand skimmed over her nipple, Cordy looked down at the artist and flashed a wicked smile.
Wide-eyed, Willow looked up apologetically. “I-uhm-I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” Cordelia’s eye moved to the peaked nipple and she arched her back so it was more pronounced beneath the torn dress “It’s not easy to keep them up this long under the hot lights. Very demanding work… what’s your name, sweetheart?”
“W-Willow,” she answered nervously, barely able to believe the supermodel Cordelia Chase was actually speaking directly to her.
“Don’t be so shy, Willow,” Cordy directed her look toward Willow’s hand and then to her other breast, encouraging her to touch it. She rattled her hands against the chains indicating that she wasn’t able to take care of it herself. “Help me out so your boss can get that shot that’s going to rocket my career into superstardom…”
Her fingers quivered as they closed on the model’s nipple as requests, carefully stroking it beneath the silken fabric to bring it to a stiff peak. “Like this…?” Willow looked over her shoulder, directing the question to Xander.
Xander's eyes were fairly shining as he watched Willow slide her fingers tentatively against Cordy's nipples. He set the camera on the tripod. "That's all right," he said, and walked closer. "But you won't get things quite right that way. You have to give them a good pinch." He looked up at Cordy and smiled, suave and cool as always. He approached the two, and he looked at Willow. "Like this," he murmured, and pinched the nipple which Willow had previously touched. "Go ahead and try," he instructed the makeup girl, smiling at Cordy. "I think that should do what we need, right, O beautiful goddess of stage and screen?"
Flinching beneath his brazen touch, Cordy cut a sharp gaze to Xander, her eyes lighting dangerously on his. “I’ve entrusted my career to your capable hands…” she answered, her gaze never leaving his. “Do whatever you think will make for the most exquisite portrait my fans have ever seen.”
Uncertain whether Cordelia was agreeing with Xander’s instructions, Willow hesitated, her fingers hovering tentatively over her breast, her eyes watching as her perfect mounds rose and fell with each breath. She looked into the brunette’s eyes, but her gaze was fixed on the photographer.
"You want provocative?" Xander asked. He looked pointedly at Cordy. "When Madonna did her Sex book, she didn't just take attractive photos. She punched the envelope. She made people notice. Do you want to show your audience that much of yourself, and push those boundaries? I think if you do, it will be like nothing any of us have experienced." His eyes flicked between Cordelia and Willow, and he nodded at the makeup artist, his eyes flitting to Cordy's nipple before turning back to the model's face.
Cordy gasped at the unexpected pain as Willow pinched her, hard. Jaw set, her eyes shifted to the timid girl. “Yes,” she hissed her response to Xander, but her gaze now remained only on the redhead. “I want to reveal my true essence. Slowly peeling away the façade layer by layer…”
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Willow’s eyes were wide and her entire body vibrated with the tension that coiled through her. She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.
"Good," Xander replied. "You'll need assistance," he said. He glanced at Willow. "Willow. Get in makeup and costume. Something, something sexy and very powerful. I want you to find an outift fitting for an evil queen, ready to rule over your captive princess. Understood?"
“Me?!” Willow squeaked.
“Yes,” Cordelia’s ruby red lips pulled into a sly smile. “She’s perfect.” Then looking to Xander she added, “And you’re a genius.”
Willow shook her head wordlessly. She wasn’t a model. She couldn’t possibly…
Xander nodded in response to Willow's negative reaction. "You, Willow. The fiery red hair, the otherwise unassuming demeanor. You have within you the ability to show the truth of Cordelia. To have her stripped away and show her for what she is. Not just the cool, most beautiful woman in the world that all already know her for; but for the vulnerable smoldering woman of passion that she is."
He dramatically stepped to Cordy's side, resting a hand on her hip, so that both of their gazes could be focused on Willow at once. "To show our beautiful Cordelia, for everything she is, deep down inside. We need a surprise, we need a muse, and you, Willow, can provide just that, to bring out everything that is...Cordelia Chase. That will be the name of the piece," he decided instantly, looking off into space. "Cordelia...Chased." He looked at them both. "But not chaste." He smiled with the brilliant inspiration that could only strike him in Cordelia's presence.
“You are the Master…” Cordelia favored Xander with a smoldering smile. “A true visionary,” her lips parted slightly, a tease. She imagined what he would be like in bed. Would he exhibit the same confidence or would he be intimidated like most men she’d been with.
When she looked back at Willow, the timid assistant was dressed in a black leather bodice that laced up the front to hug her breasts. Her midriff was bare and the creamy white flesh of her abdomen dipped low into the v-shape of the leather bikini that barely covered her front and cut across her apple shaped bottom of her ass. Long, shapely legs remained bare, her alabaster skin in high contrast to the high gloss black stiletto shoes that forced her to stand with a tilt to her hips that accentuated the look of a dominatrix. Dark eye-liner and smoky shadow brought out the vibrant green of her eyes and her hair was teased into a wild, untamed look.
“Uhm... I found some props too…” Willow’s hesitant voice belied the costume. She held up a bullwhip in one hand and a strap on dildo in the other.
"Marvelous!" Xander said at the look Willow held. He stripped off his suitcoat and tossed it aside, not even caring that the coat cost upwards of a thousand dollars alone. He had six more like it. He clapped his hands and looked to Cordelia. "This will push the envelope and shake all the complacent models and actresses the world over out of the boring little trees. Cordelia, you are about to become the most famous woman this world has ever seen. Will you commit all the way for this vision?" He walked around Willow, cradling her neck in his hand, massaging the tension out of her shoulders before returning to Cordy. "Will you allow this girl to strip the layers away from you, to show you for what you truly are, for all of your adoring admirers?"
With her arms still chained above her head, Cordelia jerked against her bonds and hissed against the pain as the sharp edges of the cuffs scraped against her supple flesh. “Do you doubt my commitment to my craft?”
"Not a bit, love," Xander replied coolly. He looked at Willow. "We'll use the bullwhip for now, but keep the dildo in the shot." He gestured at a small bench nearby. "In the frame the threat of sexual liberation in the face of physical restraint." Xander nodded at that and moved to his camera, and looked at Willow. "Remember, Willow, you are the fierce and dominant queen, and you wish to break the spirit of the beautiful princess. When you enter the frame, grab her hair, use her body fiercely, force her to kiss you deeply and feel things she has never shown before." Xander went to the camera, double-checking the lighting, and then grinned. "At your pleasure, ladies."
Willow dutifully moved to the bench and set the prop down while still gripping the bullwhip as if it were a lifeline. She looked at her boss uncertainly, having no idea how she was going to do what he was asking. This was Cordelia Chase. How could she possibly show her anything she hasn’t seen before.
As if reading her mind, Cordelia coaxed the redhead with toss of her head. “Don’t worry, Willow. I’m an actress. The best there is… just trust me. Follow my lead…”
Nodding, Willow took a deep breath and replayed Xander’s instructions in her mind. Emboldened by Cordelia’s encouragement, she stepped up to the stunningly beautiful woman and fisted her hair, jerking her head back.
Cordelia’s eyes sparked with a dramatic look of terror and she tried to turn her face away. “Force me,” she hissed the command.
Willow tensed and jerked her hair to force the other woman to turn her face toward her. When their eyes locked, she covered her mouth in kiss that grew more demanding with each passing second. The artist was only vaguely aware of the flashes and sounds of the shutter behind them - becoming even less aware as Cordelia struggled against her grip and mewled into her mouth. Feeling more empowered by the model’s reaction, Willow held her firmly and when her lips parted to take a breath, she forced her tongue past her teeth and stroked the inside of her mouth until Cordelia was finally able to tear herself away, her chest heaving breathlessly.
"Excellent," Xander praised. He focused his instructions more towards Willow, knowing Cordy's inherent talent would carry her through the day with her normal brilliance. "While she struggles, Willow, begin to touch her. Pinch her nipples fiercely, bite her neck, and begin to touch her in that most intimate of places, really awaken that sexual place inside of her, and make her submit to you."
Doing as she was told, Willow’s hands traveled over Cordelia’s curves and as the model jerked and thrashed beneath her touch, black painted nails scraped over her flesh. Her lips closed over nipples and her hands explored every curve, tearing through the dress and becoming more bold with each strangled cry that ripped from Cordelia’s lips. When Xander shouted out for her to bite, kisses turned near feral and she left raw red marks in her wake and she moved across her body.
Cordelia played it up, releasing pained moans and tossing her head about. But it was all acting - it wasn’t as if she was really turned on by this woman. It wasn’t until she felt a very feminine fingernail slip between the folds of her sex that she realized she was slick with arousal. “Oh God…” she whispered in a husky moan as she looked down at the mousy redhead. She watched, mesmerized, as Willow lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked her juices from her fingertips.
“Cock. Xander… Fuck. I need cock,” Cordy ground out in demand.
Thinking she’d done something wrong, Willow turned back to Xander, her eyes darkened with lust.
Xander got a picture of Willow's face with Cordy's next to hers, both women's eyes filled with lust and desire. "You heard her, Willow," Xander said, and his eyes flicked to the dildo on the table. "Give her what she wants, but make her submit first. You'll find a catch on the wall you can use to lower her chains. Put her on her knees and make her suck it once you put it on." He looked at Cordy, his eyes heated with inspiration and...something else. "Another layer to be stripped away," he told her.
Cordy gave a disgruntled hiss. She’d meant she wanted an actual cock. His to be precise. But she was a professional. She could wait. As the chains lowered, she slipped out of the manacles and rubbed her wrists.
A wave of panic surged through Willow as she attempted to strap on the dildo. Cordelia laughed at her look of confusion… it was positively priceless.
“For christsakes, Xander. Help her… she’s probably never even seen one of those. Real or rubber. Perhaps you should demonstrate its proper use…” she flashed a sly grin.
Xander raised an eyebrow as he looked at Cordy and her grin. He walked towards Willow and nodded at the harness. "Okay," he said. He helped her step into the harness and fit the piece tightly over her clitoris, snugging it tight and smiling at the look that came over her face. He looked at Cordy. "She could use a lesson," he told the model, winking. He stood in front of Cordy, and unzipped his trousers, and carefully removed himself, already hard for her. "If you don't mind assisting, my darling?"
Aroused by Xander’s self-assurance, Cordelia licked her lips and slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling before him with her palms flat on the ground. “Pay close attention,” she arched her back and looked over her shoulder, enjoying the look of wonder and lust that transformed Willow’s features as she moved close.
Stretching out her tongue, Cordelia ran the tip from the base of his cock to the tip, suckling the head until she tasted the first droplets of pre-cum. She licked him again from base to tip, but this time she used the flat of her tongue and cupped his balls, teasing him with her fingernails. She circled the head as it bobbed and strained, but she didn’t suck him. Not yet.
“See… the fun part is making them beg for it…” she told Willow, her tone conversational. She tilted her head back and looked up at Xander through dark lashes. “Beg for it, bitch,” she ground out, her voice harsh and commanding.
Cordy had already driven him nearly to the point of wild abandon just with her first careful ministrations. She was as wonderful in the art of making love as she was in acting, it would seem. And then, when she called him what she did, he gasped loudly. He looked down at Cordy, and then glanced at Willow with a swallow. He turned his eyes to Cordy's. "Please..." he begged quietly.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you?” she withdrew her touch until he could only feel her hot breath feathering across his twitching cock. “Did you hear him Willow?” she turned and looked at the redhead.
Willow shook her head quickly. “I didn’t hear him…”
“Make him beg for it,” she told Willow. “Smack his ass until we can both hear him loud and clear.
Moving around behind Xander, Willow enthusiastically lifted her palm and brought it down with a hard crack. As if kissing Cordelia hadn’t already fulfilled her wildest dreams - now she was spanking the man that had been ordering her around for years. Moving close so her lips were against his ear, the artist mimicked the actress. “Beg for it, bitch,” she growled as she smacked him again, harder this time.
Xander jumped with each spank, in turn humiliated and aroused. He was supposed to be in charge of this photo shoot, but of course Cordelia's beauty had enraptured him far too much. He shook his head, and again he was rewarded with a spank. Finally, he said louder, "Please suck my cock, Cordelia!"
“You’re in charge now, Mistress Willow,” Cordelia shared a knowing look with the other woman as she closed her lips over Xander’s arousal, taking his full length to the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose so as not to break the suction she’d created, she pulled back and then took him again, even deeper. Her fingernails clawed into his the muscular rounds of his ass as she pulled him in and out, stroking him with her lips and tongue.
Cordy was so involved with what she was doing that she didn’t notice that Willow had circled around to kneel behind her and was nudging the dildo against her ass.
“Keep sucking, him. Don’t stop…” Willow ordered, her voice now full of all the self-confidence Cordelia’s encouragement had given her. She gripped the beautiful brunette’s hips and lifted her up maneuvering the device until she found the entrance to her sex with the tip of the dildo.
Letting out a mewl of pleasure, Cordelia continued working her mouth over Xander’s throbbing cock. Angling her hips she opened her legs so Willow could ease the stiff rubber cock inside her slick channel.
Willow jerked her pelvis forward, gasping as the motion teased her clit. She let out a shocked cry when Cordy rocked back, impaling herself with the cock while sending an explosive jolt of pleasure through the unassuming make-up artist. Dizzy with sensation, Willow jerked her hips again slowly finding a grinding rhythm that mimicked Xander’s as he fucked Cordelia’s mouth.
Xander gasped loudly, and his hips rocked in time with Willow's thrusts, giving Cordy what she desired. He glanced back at his camera, and reached into his shirt pocket, retrieving the auto shutter controls. He pressed a button, and the pictures started going. "Fuck," he growled. He looked at Willow. "May I please compliment Cordelia, Mistress?"
“You may,” Willow nodded, barely able to form the words. Her breath was coming in short ragged pants now as each thrust brought her closer to euphoria. Somehow knowing exactly what Cordelia wanted, the redhead reached around the other woman’s waist and slipped her fingers between her wet folds. There was nothing gentle about the way she stroked her and she was rewarded for her efforts by drawing out a strangled cry of pleasure from the model.
As the flashes lit the studio and their body’s moved in a primal dance, Cordelia’s head bobbed at a dizzying pace as she sucked harder and harder the closer she came to careening over the edge.
Xander's pulse raced and he stared down at Cordelia and Willow, watching with raptured bliss as they drove each other to a frenzy. "You're so beautiful," he gasped to Cordy. "So beautiful and this feels so good. You're a goddess, Cordelia, a goddess walking on earth and I'll forever be your willing slave!"
Willow rasped out her profound agreement as she molded her body to Cordy’s back, her pelvis grinding against her ass and her fingers rubbing the bundle of nerves nestled between hot slick folds while the other pinched swollen nipples. “Goddess… yes… I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long,” Willow’s voice was reaching a fevered pitch. “Please… please come for me, baby…”
“OhgodohgodohGOD!” Cordelia cried out as the orgasm ripped through her in a rolling cascade that shattered every nerve in her body. He legs twisted up in her sheets and she writhed and moaned, hanging on to the sensations as long as she could. Her entire body hummed and quivered as the erotic dream slowly faded into reality.
Levering bolt upright, Cordy’s eyes popped wide and her hand flew over her mouth in shock. “Oh. God.”
* * * *
The next day. Like any other day.
Miserable.
Alone.
Undevirginized.
He'd given up. There was no way. Willow seemed...well, Willow seemed like Willow which meant he had no real clue what she would or wouldn't do. Cordy had flat out run him off when he told her. There was no way lightning struck twice, unless you were Captain Marvel. Xander stopped in the middle of the courtyard heading towards the benches for lunch. He looked up at the sky and said softly, "Shazam?" Nothing happened.
Of course.
Behind him, a tall troglodyte in a letterman's jacket slapped the backpack off his shoulder. "Get outta the way, fucktard." He hit Xander's shoulder hard with his own and continued on.
Xander waved at the big kid's back and gave his best Apu. "Thank you, come again!" He sighed.
“You!” Cordelia lasered in on Xander and angled across the courtyard to intercept him. “What did you do to me? A spell? So not amused…”
Xander blinked, staring at Cordy. "What?" He shook his head as he bent down and retrieved his backpack, walking towards his girlfriend. "Look, Cordy, I wanted to apologize to you about last night." He decided to try and deflect her anger with the prepared statement. "It was a joke, see? I didn't mean it, I was just playing around." He laughed, but it sounded sick. "Har-har?"
“Apology not accepted! Some joke. Completely un with the funny. You don’t mess with people’s dreams…” she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger and glared. “That’s just sick. And twisted. Not to mention totally perverted. You’re already on thin ice… you trying to make me break up with you?”
He opened his mouth. There were words that would be right to say, he was sure of it. What they were, however, he was infinitely less sure of. "Uh...no? What dreams? It was my dream I was joking with. What're you talking about?"
“Don’t try to play dumb,” she continued to glare and poke. “You put some kind of spell on me so I’d have a dream like yours. Sicko.”
Xander stared a moment longer. When he spoke, his voice was loud and shrill, incredulous at the accusation while he flung his arms up in the air. "What?!" He paused then, his arms in the air. "Wait. You had a dream like mine?" His arms stayed in the air. "What dream? Wha...uh...What happened? Freud said you're supposed to talk about them and they don't bother you anymore. I think."
The brunette’s eyes narrowed on Xander, unsure if she believed him. If he didn’t put a spell on her… than her own subconscious had gone completely insane. “Quit flapping your arms. You look like a do-do bird about to take flight,” she snapped, her face flushing red. “You must have done something.”
"Cordy." Xander lowered his arms and looked at his girlfriend earnestly. "You know me. Am I smart or lucky enough to mess around with magic and not come to school the next day with a unicorn horn sprouting from my ass?"
“True…” Cordy reluctantly conceded, automatically handing Xander her books to carry as she moved over to a bench to eat. It had all been so vivid. And Willow? Cordy flushed again at the memory. “It’s all your fault. You planted the idea in my head. God Xander. Willow? Why couldn’t you have at least picked someone hot. Like Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston…”
"Willow's hot," Xander defended his friend. When Cordy looked at him, he quickly followed up. "In a geeky, non-glamorous sort of way, and totally not ever as hot as you, of course. But, still. What, uh...what happened, in the dream? Maybe it wasn't as bad as you think. If you say it out loud, you'll see, it was just a little thing, I'm sure. Not my little thing, but..." Xander cleared his throat and fought to recover. "You were saying?"
“I was not saying,” she pulled a banana out of her bag and peeled it, giving Xander a look as she deliberately put her lips around it to get a rise out of him before biting it hard.
Xander jumped slightly and settled back. "You can't blame me for either of our sub-consciouses...consciousees...consciousi..." Xander shook his head. "I mean, it's just some dreams. You can't be mad at me about it. I mean, if you had a horrible, horrible dream where Spider-Man died, I wouldn't be allowed to be mad at you. It's not fair!"
Cordy rolled her eyes and ate her banana and thought about Xander as a brilliant photographer and her as a supermodel. That part of the dream hadn’t been so bad…
Xander looked at her. "Was I Spider-Man? Was that why you rolled your eyes? I'd like to be Spider-Man. You're Mary Jane. Willow's Gwen Stacy. Buffy's the Black Cat...There is no Buffy," he said quickly as he caught what he was saying.
“You really think I dream about stupid comic books?” she slid a sideways glance. “I was a supermodel. You were a photographer. We were doing a photo shoot.”
"Oh." Xander considered that. "Yeah, I can see that." He held up his fingers in front of his eye in a box, like a camera. "Work it, beautiful! Let's see that gorgeous smile! Give us a kiss, you'll set my film on fire!"
That got a laugh out of Cordy and she dropped her banana peel in her bag. “Yeah… something like that.”
He grinned at her response and dropped his hands. He stood up, moved around the table and sat down next to her. "Look. Quit bein' mad at me, okay? Please? It was a dream. And...you had a dream, and...hell, I bet Willow had a dream. It just means, I don't know...we had fun, was all."
“Oh my God. Willow had a dream?!” Cordy flashed a horrified look. “About me? No way…”
"I don't know," Xander said quickly. "I just said I bet. I mean, come on. You're hot! You're the hottest girl in school." Xander glanced around and leaned in to whisper, "Everybody's probably had a dream about Cordelia Chase, you know. Why's it gotta freak you out?"
“True…” Turning her head, she rested her arms on his shoulders and brushed her lips against his. “I can’t really argue with that logic now, can I?”
"Of course not," Xander replied. "And if I have dreams about you spanking me for being a bad, bad Jedi, well..." He swallowed hard as he looked at her. "I've said too much, haven't I?"
She nodded and kissed him so he’d shut it already.
* * * *
“Cordy totally had a sex dream about us!"
Xander had run after Willow after school, and shouted the news he'd been dying (literally dying, he could feel his heart slow every minute the weight was on his chest) to tell somebody. Cordelia Chase had had a sex dream. About him. He grinned excitedly as he walked next to Willow, punching her lightly in the arm. "She was a supermodel, I was a photographer and you..." What was Willow, anyway? Cordy didn't say. "Anyway, you were there. You were totally there." Xander giggled in a decidingly unmanly fashion.
“What?” Willow nearly choked. “Xander! Geez…” she was sure she was already turning various shades of purple. “Like I want to hear that.” She paused a beat and started walking, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “I was in it? And there was actual sex?”
"Yes! Well...I dunno," Xander confessed. "She didn't want to get into details. But she said totally perverted. That's promising, right? And the way she looked when she talked about it, and mentioned you?" Xander laughed and shook his head. "Oh, you must've been teaching her something."
“No way!” Willow blushed furiously. What could she possibly teach Cordelia about sex! “And how is perverted a promising thing?” she belatedly added, nudging Xander with her shoulder. “You’re such a… a… guy.” She walked a few more steps before asking, “How did she look when she mentioned me?”
"Oh," Xander said with a chuckle. He was one step away from waggling his eyebrows at her Groucho Marx style. "Oh-ho, Willow. Well, she looked kinda pissed. But when she mentioned having it, and doing stuff? I saw that look in her eye three times. Twice when George Clooney showed up when we were watching ER. And when the three of us were..." Xander laughed again.
“Really?” Willow couldn’t believe it. Not that she cared what Cordy thought about her - especially when it came to sexual stuff. But it still gave her a little tingle. Which was a little disturbing actually. Maybe a lot disturbing. She frowned. Xander would think she was totally gay if she said anything more. How could she be gay when she couldn’t stop thinking about what Xander had done to her that day in Cordy’s room. A mix of expressions chased across her face before she finally blurted, “I’m totally not gay!”
Xander's face went blank, and his mouth drooped open. "Uh..." He dutifully closed his mouth and glanced around the empty street. He looked back at Willow. "Okay. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he said. "But okay. Neither's Cordy. Just...fun, right?" He tried a happy expression. "Ha, fun? Yippee?"
“Yeah, okay,” Willow wanted to disappear. “I just mean… you know… I liked what you did to me.” She swallowed and looked down at her feet. “But… it’s weird. I mean… this thing with Cordy,” she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I’ve read about this sort of thing. It’s a totally normal developmental phase. Sexual experimentation. There’s books… and stuff. That I’ve read. Says that adult sexual identity and the capacity for intimacy may be frustrated by the prolonged interval between attainment of reproductive maturity and social permission to express one's sexuality as an adult,” she babbled. “Not… that I’ve really studied this or anything. Just sayin’…”
"I'm not entirely sure what you said, beyond you liked it," Xander replied. "But, yeah, you know, it's normal. We had fun. You're hot, Cordy's hot, I'm hot." Xander blinked. "Well, you and Cordy are hot. This ain't gotta be such a big deal for everybody!"
“Right. No big deal…” Willow’s voice trailed off as they continued walking. She was so hitting the Human Sexuality books tonight.
TBC…
Authors: (catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapt 4 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams! And her dreams…
Previously…
When she heard the front door close signaling that Xander had taken the hint to leave, Cordelia sighed and began undressing and slipped into the sleek red teddy she had bought just for tonight. Tonight might very well have been the night if Xander hadn’t gone and ruined it with his stupid subconscious.
“Pffft,” she blew out a frustrated breath as she flopped back on her bed. Snuggling under her covers, she punched the pillow until it was just the right amount of fluffly. “Leading lady… damn straight I’m the leading lady…” she sighed again and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Xander came walking onto the set, camera held tightly in his right hand. He wore a well-tailored black suit and cream-colored silk shirt without a tie, a suit which had cost him $3,500 dollars. But he didn't mind. When working with the most beautiful and talented actress/supermodel in the world, you dress to impress.
He walked onto the set. "All right! Last session of the day!" He called, utterly in control. He was the most asked-after photographer in the world. He'd taken them all. Madonna. Julia Roberts. Princess Diana (but not in a completely evil paparazzi/stalker way). He only took scenes with the best, and Cordelia Chase was without a doubt the best there was. No other actress had won a Golden Globe, three Oscars (Best Supporting Actress, Best Actress and Best Director) and the cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition, Cosmopolitan and Playboy, all in the same year. She'd refused to take her clothes off for Playboy, of course, but still Hugh paid her more than any other model in history, just to have her on the cover.
Xander was known for his pictures. He was world renown, and only the best would take the best, which was why Cordelia had demanded Xander Harris himself. They'd had the idea together, and a brilliant idea it was. A series of photo shoots meant to illustrate the many facets of Cordelia Chase. Cordelia as a sexy super-spy. Cordelia as a smoldering femme fatale. Cordelia as an imperious queen. And finally, the last shoot of the day, Cordelia as a captured princess, imprisoned in the dungeon of the evil queen.
The idea was to always remember Cordelia's innate glamour while paying homage to the grit and realism of the scene. To that end, Cordelia wore an expensive evening dress bought just for that shoot, and then artfully torn in all the right places, the tight red fabric showing patches of tawny skin. Her arms were spread to either side and chained over her head, bolted to the wall. To maintain the realism of the scene, Cordy had insisted on real chains to bind her in place. Her hair was mussed, but only to the point of making her even more sexy, if that had even been possible. Xander smiled at Cordelia. "Beautiful as ever, my love," he told her. "Makeup! A final touch-up!"
Ruby lips pulled into a confident smile as Cordelia blew the premier photographer a saucy kiss and wink. “And you know just how to bring out the vixen in me, don’t you Xander…”
At her employer’s call, the red haired make-up artist hurried onto the set with her kit in hand. Looking at Miss Chase with breathless awe, Willow dabbed her flawless skin with a powder brush just to cut the sheen from the lights. Moving closer, she held her breath while she reapplied the model’s lipstick even though it wasn’t strictly necessary.
“Uhm… lick your lips, please…” Willow said timidly. “Or would you rather have a high gloss…?”
“You’re the artist,” Cordelia shifted her gaze to the mousy redhead as she dragged her wet tongue slowly across her lips. “You tell me.” She knew Xander’s assistant had a thing for her and she enjoyed teasing her - as consummate professional, of course, always playing to her audience.
Willow swallowed hard, her eyes widening. “Uh… yeah… that’s good,” she licked her own lips which had suddenly gone parched. “Good for the lighting. Don’t you think boss?” she tore her gaze away from the exotic supermodel to ask the photographer’s opinion.
"It would be best if you got out of my shot," Xander replied coolly. While the mousy redhead was cute enough, she was no Cordelia Chase. Xander had a certain soft spot for the makeup artist, but he'd always have eyes for Cordelia. He smiled at the redhead. "Thanks, sweetie." He turned back to look at Cordelia. "My lovely Cordelia. You know what to do. Just try not to melt my camera." He winked at the gorgeous model and raised his camera.
Willow’s breath caught in her throat and she scurried off the set, taking up a position behind the crack in the black velvet curtain where she could watch them without being seen.
“No guarantees there, babe, so I hope your equipment is ensured…” Cordelia answered with a heated look.
The moment he took aim, Cordelia skillfully fell into her role as the imprisoned princess. She let out an anguished cry and assumed a tortured expression as she writhed against her bonds. The flashes were like a strobe accentuating each seductive movement of her body. Acting out the scenario in her mind, a full range of emotions raced across her features -- everything from trembling fear to utter terror.
As Xander took the photos, the day wore on. He went through one roll of film, and then started on another. He sent away the rest of the crew save for the makeup artist, to preserve the illusion. They were nearing the end of the shoot, and under the hot lights Cordelia was beginning to glow. She somehow looked even more glamorous that way, but for the images themselves it wouldn't be best. "We'll take five," he decided. "Willow can use a bit of powder for you. Still comfortable enough, beautiful? Don't mind stayin' in those chains a bit longer? For me?" Xander winked at her playfully.
Cordelia let out a long suffering sigh and rolled her shoulders and neck to ease the tension as Willow dutifully moved in with the big puffy brush to catch the shiny spots that were inevitable under the hot lights.
Ignoring the redhead as she went about her work, the model directed her languid gaze to the photographer. “This is the last of the series and it feels flat - I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the shots will be spectacular, but where’s the shock factor? I want something that is going to eclipse Madonna’s Sex book… something raw. Something gritty. Something… sensational. They think they know me, but I want to do something that’s going to have my fans wondering who I really am.”
Willow’s pulse kicked up as Cordelia’s tone took on a seductive edge. Biting her lip in concentration, she flicked her brush over the exposed area of her neck and chest where she’d worked up a sheen of perspiration. There was a tear in the dress that revealed the side of her breast and Willow moved close to touch up the bronze shadow that accentuated the natural curve of her form.
When the side of her hand skimmed over her nipple, Cordy looked down at the artist and flashed a wicked smile.
Wide-eyed, Willow looked up apologetically. “I-uhm-I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” Cordelia’s eye moved to the peaked nipple and she arched her back so it was more pronounced beneath the torn dress “It’s not easy to keep them up this long under the hot lights. Very demanding work… what’s your name, sweetheart?”
“W-Willow,” she answered nervously, barely able to believe the supermodel Cordelia Chase was actually speaking directly to her.
“Don’t be so shy, Willow,” Cordy directed her look toward Willow’s hand and then to her other breast, encouraging her to touch it. She rattled her hands against the chains indicating that she wasn’t able to take care of it herself. “Help me out so your boss can get that shot that’s going to rocket my career into superstardom…”
Her fingers quivered as they closed on the model’s nipple as requests, carefully stroking it beneath the silken fabric to bring it to a stiff peak. “Like this…?” Willow looked over her shoulder, directing the question to Xander.
Xander's eyes were fairly shining as he watched Willow slide her fingers tentatively against Cordy's nipples. He set the camera on the tripod. "That's all right," he said, and walked closer. "But you won't get things quite right that way. You have to give them a good pinch." He looked up at Cordy and smiled, suave and cool as always. He approached the two, and he looked at Willow. "Like this," he murmured, and pinched the nipple which Willow had previously touched. "Go ahead and try," he instructed the makeup girl, smiling at Cordy. "I think that should do what we need, right, O beautiful goddess of stage and screen?"
Flinching beneath his brazen touch, Cordy cut a sharp gaze to Xander, her eyes lighting dangerously on his. “I’ve entrusted my career to your capable hands…” she answered, her gaze never leaving his. “Do whatever you think will make for the most exquisite portrait my fans have ever seen.”
Uncertain whether Cordelia was agreeing with Xander’s instructions, Willow hesitated, her fingers hovering tentatively over her breast, her eyes watching as her perfect mounds rose and fell with each breath. She looked into the brunette’s eyes, but her gaze was fixed on the photographer.
"You want provocative?" Xander asked. He looked pointedly at Cordy. "When Madonna did her Sex book, she didn't just take attractive photos. She punched the envelope. She made people notice. Do you want to show your audience that much of yourself, and push those boundaries? I think if you do, it will be like nothing any of us have experienced." His eyes flicked between Cordelia and Willow, and he nodded at the makeup artist, his eyes flitting to Cordy's nipple before turning back to the model's face.
Cordy gasped at the unexpected pain as Willow pinched her, hard. Jaw set, her eyes shifted to the timid girl. “Yes,” she hissed her response to Xander, but her gaze now remained only on the redhead. “I want to reveal my true essence. Slowly peeling away the façade layer by layer…”
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Willow’s eyes were wide and her entire body vibrated with the tension that coiled through her. She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.
"Good," Xander replied. "You'll need assistance," he said. He glanced at Willow. "Willow. Get in makeup and costume. Something, something sexy and very powerful. I want you to find an outift fitting for an evil queen, ready to rule over your captive princess. Understood?"
“Me?!” Willow squeaked.
“Yes,” Cordelia’s ruby red lips pulled into a sly smile. “She’s perfect.” Then looking to Xander she added, “And you’re a genius.”
Willow shook her head wordlessly. She wasn’t a model. She couldn’t possibly…
Xander nodded in response to Willow's negative reaction. "You, Willow. The fiery red hair, the otherwise unassuming demeanor. You have within you the ability to show the truth of Cordelia. To have her stripped away and show her for what she is. Not just the cool, most beautiful woman in the world that all already know her for; but for the vulnerable smoldering woman of passion that she is."
He dramatically stepped to Cordy's side, resting a hand on her hip, so that both of their gazes could be focused on Willow at once. "To show our beautiful Cordelia, for everything she is, deep down inside. We need a surprise, we need a muse, and you, Willow, can provide just that, to bring out everything that is...Cordelia Chase. That will be the name of the piece," he decided instantly, looking off into space. "Cordelia...Chased." He looked at them both. "But not chaste." He smiled with the brilliant inspiration that could only strike him in Cordelia's presence.
“You are the Master…” Cordelia favored Xander with a smoldering smile. “A true visionary,” her lips parted slightly, a tease. She imagined what he would be like in bed. Would he exhibit the same confidence or would he be intimidated like most men she’d been with.
When she looked back at Willow, the timid assistant was dressed in a black leather bodice that laced up the front to hug her breasts. Her midriff was bare and the creamy white flesh of her abdomen dipped low into the v-shape of the leather bikini that barely covered her front and cut across her apple shaped bottom of her ass. Long, shapely legs remained bare, her alabaster skin in high contrast to the high gloss black stiletto shoes that forced her to stand with a tilt to her hips that accentuated the look of a dominatrix. Dark eye-liner and smoky shadow brought out the vibrant green of her eyes and her hair was teased into a wild, untamed look.
“Uhm... I found some props too…” Willow’s hesitant voice belied the costume. She held up a bullwhip in one hand and a strap on dildo in the other.
"Marvelous!" Xander said at the look Willow held. He stripped off his suitcoat and tossed it aside, not even caring that the coat cost upwards of a thousand dollars alone. He had six more like it. He clapped his hands and looked to Cordelia. "This will push the envelope and shake all the complacent models and actresses the world over out of the boring little trees. Cordelia, you are about to become the most famous woman this world has ever seen. Will you commit all the way for this vision?" He walked around Willow, cradling her neck in his hand, massaging the tension out of her shoulders before returning to Cordy. "Will you allow this girl to strip the layers away from you, to show you for what you truly are, for all of your adoring admirers?"
With her arms still chained above her head, Cordelia jerked against her bonds and hissed against the pain as the sharp edges of the cuffs scraped against her supple flesh. “Do you doubt my commitment to my craft?”
"Not a bit, love," Xander replied coolly. He looked at Willow. "We'll use the bullwhip for now, but keep the dildo in the shot." He gestured at a small bench nearby. "In the frame the threat of sexual liberation in the face of physical restraint." Xander nodded at that and moved to his camera, and looked at Willow. "Remember, Willow, you are the fierce and dominant queen, and you wish to break the spirit of the beautiful princess. When you enter the frame, grab her hair, use her body fiercely, force her to kiss you deeply and feel things she has never shown before." Xander went to the camera, double-checking the lighting, and then grinned. "At your pleasure, ladies."
Willow dutifully moved to the bench and set the prop down while still gripping the bullwhip as if it were a lifeline. She looked at her boss uncertainly, having no idea how she was going to do what he was asking. This was Cordelia Chase. How could she possibly show her anything she hasn’t seen before.
As if reading her mind, Cordelia coaxed the redhead with toss of her head. “Don’t worry, Willow. I’m an actress. The best there is… just trust me. Follow my lead…”
Nodding, Willow took a deep breath and replayed Xander’s instructions in her mind. Emboldened by Cordelia’s encouragement, she stepped up to the stunningly beautiful woman and fisted her hair, jerking her head back.
Cordelia’s eyes sparked with a dramatic look of terror and she tried to turn her face away. “Force me,” she hissed the command.
Willow tensed and jerked her hair to force the other woman to turn her face toward her. When their eyes locked, she covered her mouth in kiss that grew more demanding with each passing second. The artist was only vaguely aware of the flashes and sounds of the shutter behind them - becoming even less aware as Cordelia struggled against her grip and mewled into her mouth. Feeling more empowered by the model’s reaction, Willow held her firmly and when her lips parted to take a breath, she forced her tongue past her teeth and stroked the inside of her mouth until Cordelia was finally able to tear herself away, her chest heaving breathlessly.
"Excellent," Xander praised. He focused his instructions more towards Willow, knowing Cordy's inherent talent would carry her through the day with her normal brilliance. "While she struggles, Willow, begin to touch her. Pinch her nipples fiercely, bite her neck, and begin to touch her in that most intimate of places, really awaken that sexual place inside of her, and make her submit to you."
Doing as she was told, Willow’s hands traveled over Cordelia’s curves and as the model jerked and thrashed beneath her touch, black painted nails scraped over her flesh. Her lips closed over nipples and her hands explored every curve, tearing through the dress and becoming more bold with each strangled cry that ripped from Cordelia’s lips. When Xander shouted out for her to bite, kisses turned near feral and she left raw red marks in her wake and she moved across her body.
Cordelia played it up, releasing pained moans and tossing her head about. But it was all acting - it wasn’t as if she was really turned on by this woman. It wasn’t until she felt a very feminine fingernail slip between the folds of her sex that she realized she was slick with arousal. “Oh God…” she whispered in a husky moan as she looked down at the mousy redhead. She watched, mesmerized, as Willow lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked her juices from her fingertips.
“Cock. Xander… Fuck. I need cock,” Cordy ground out in demand.
Thinking she’d done something wrong, Willow turned back to Xander, her eyes darkened with lust.
Xander got a picture of Willow's face with Cordy's next to hers, both women's eyes filled with lust and desire. "You heard her, Willow," Xander said, and his eyes flicked to the dildo on the table. "Give her what she wants, but make her submit first. You'll find a catch on the wall you can use to lower her chains. Put her on her knees and make her suck it once you put it on." He looked at Cordy, his eyes heated with inspiration and...something else. "Another layer to be stripped away," he told her.
Cordy gave a disgruntled hiss. She’d meant she wanted an actual cock. His to be precise. But she was a professional. She could wait. As the chains lowered, she slipped out of the manacles and rubbed her wrists.
A wave of panic surged through Willow as she attempted to strap on the dildo. Cordelia laughed at her look of confusion… it was positively priceless.
“For christsakes, Xander. Help her… she’s probably never even seen one of those. Real or rubber. Perhaps you should demonstrate its proper use…” she flashed a sly grin.
Xander raised an eyebrow as he looked at Cordy and her grin. He walked towards Willow and nodded at the harness. "Okay," he said. He helped her step into the harness and fit the piece tightly over her clitoris, snugging it tight and smiling at the look that came over her face. He looked at Cordy. "She could use a lesson," he told the model, winking. He stood in front of Cordy, and unzipped his trousers, and carefully removed himself, already hard for her. "If you don't mind assisting, my darling?"
Aroused by Xander’s self-assurance, Cordelia licked her lips and slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling before him with her palms flat on the ground. “Pay close attention,” she arched her back and looked over her shoulder, enjoying the look of wonder and lust that transformed Willow’s features as she moved close.
Stretching out her tongue, Cordelia ran the tip from the base of his cock to the tip, suckling the head until she tasted the first droplets of pre-cum. She licked him again from base to tip, but this time she used the flat of her tongue and cupped his balls, teasing him with her fingernails. She circled the head as it bobbed and strained, but she didn’t suck him. Not yet.
“See… the fun part is making them beg for it…” she told Willow, her tone conversational. She tilted her head back and looked up at Xander through dark lashes. “Beg for it, bitch,” she ground out, her voice harsh and commanding.
Cordy had already driven him nearly to the point of wild abandon just with her first careful ministrations. She was as wonderful in the art of making love as she was in acting, it would seem. And then, when she called him what she did, he gasped loudly. He looked down at Cordy, and then glanced at Willow with a swallow. He turned his eyes to Cordy's. "Please..." he begged quietly.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you?” she withdrew her touch until he could only feel her hot breath feathering across his twitching cock. “Did you hear him Willow?” she turned and looked at the redhead.
Willow shook her head quickly. “I didn’t hear him…”
“Make him beg for it,” she told Willow. “Smack his ass until we can both hear him loud and clear.
Moving around behind Xander, Willow enthusiastically lifted her palm and brought it down with a hard crack. As if kissing Cordelia hadn’t already fulfilled her wildest dreams - now she was spanking the man that had been ordering her around for years. Moving close so her lips were against his ear, the artist mimicked the actress. “Beg for it, bitch,” she growled as she smacked him again, harder this time.
Xander jumped with each spank, in turn humiliated and aroused. He was supposed to be in charge of this photo shoot, but of course Cordelia's beauty had enraptured him far too much. He shook his head, and again he was rewarded with a spank. Finally, he said louder, "Please suck my cock, Cordelia!"
“You’re in charge now, Mistress Willow,” Cordelia shared a knowing look with the other woman as she closed her lips over Xander’s arousal, taking his full length to the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose so as not to break the suction she’d created, she pulled back and then took him again, even deeper. Her fingernails clawed into his the muscular rounds of his ass as she pulled him in and out, stroking him with her lips and tongue.
Cordy was so involved with what she was doing that she didn’t notice that Willow had circled around to kneel behind her and was nudging the dildo against her ass.
“Keep sucking, him. Don’t stop…” Willow ordered, her voice now full of all the self-confidence Cordelia’s encouragement had given her. She gripped the beautiful brunette’s hips and lifted her up maneuvering the device until she found the entrance to her sex with the tip of the dildo.
Letting out a mewl of pleasure, Cordelia continued working her mouth over Xander’s throbbing cock. Angling her hips she opened her legs so Willow could ease the stiff rubber cock inside her slick channel.
Willow jerked her pelvis forward, gasping as the motion teased her clit. She let out a shocked cry when Cordy rocked back, impaling herself with the cock while sending an explosive jolt of pleasure through the unassuming make-up artist. Dizzy with sensation, Willow jerked her hips again slowly finding a grinding rhythm that mimicked Xander’s as he fucked Cordelia’s mouth.
Xander gasped loudly, and his hips rocked in time with Willow's thrusts, giving Cordy what she desired. He glanced back at his camera, and reached into his shirt pocket, retrieving the auto shutter controls. He pressed a button, and the pictures started going. "Fuck," he growled. He looked at Willow. "May I please compliment Cordelia, Mistress?"
“You may,” Willow nodded, barely able to form the words. Her breath was coming in short ragged pants now as each thrust brought her closer to euphoria. Somehow knowing exactly what Cordelia wanted, the redhead reached around the other woman’s waist and slipped her fingers between her wet folds. There was nothing gentle about the way she stroked her and she was rewarded for her efforts by drawing out a strangled cry of pleasure from the model.
As the flashes lit the studio and their body’s moved in a primal dance, Cordelia’s head bobbed at a dizzying pace as she sucked harder and harder the closer she came to careening over the edge.
Xander's pulse raced and he stared down at Cordelia and Willow, watching with raptured bliss as they drove each other to a frenzy. "You're so beautiful," he gasped to Cordy. "So beautiful and this feels so good. You're a goddess, Cordelia, a goddess walking on earth and I'll forever be your willing slave!"
Willow rasped out her profound agreement as she molded her body to Cordy’s back, her pelvis grinding against her ass and her fingers rubbing the bundle of nerves nestled between hot slick folds while the other pinched swollen nipples. “Goddess… yes… I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long,” Willow’s voice was reaching a fevered pitch. “Please… please come for me, baby…”
“OhgodohgodohGOD!” Cordelia cried out as the orgasm ripped through her in a rolling cascade that shattered every nerve in her body. He legs twisted up in her sheets and she writhed and moaned, hanging on to the sensations as long as she could. Her entire body hummed and quivered as the erotic dream slowly faded into reality.
Levering bolt upright, Cordy’s eyes popped wide and her hand flew over her mouth in shock. “Oh. God.”
* * * *
The next day. Like any other day.
Miserable.
Alone.
Undevirginized.
He'd given up. There was no way. Willow seemed...well, Willow seemed like Willow which meant he had no real clue what she would or wouldn't do. Cordy had flat out run him off when he told her. There was no way lightning struck twice, unless you were Captain Marvel. Xander stopped in the middle of the courtyard heading towards the benches for lunch. He looked up at the sky and said softly, "Shazam?" Nothing happened.
Of course.
Behind him, a tall troglodyte in a letterman's jacket slapped the backpack off his shoulder. "Get outta the way, fucktard." He hit Xander's shoulder hard with his own and continued on.
Xander waved at the big kid's back and gave his best Apu. "Thank you, come again!" He sighed.
“You!” Cordelia lasered in on Xander and angled across the courtyard to intercept him. “What did you do to me? A spell? So not amused…”
Xander blinked, staring at Cordy. "What?" He shook his head as he bent down and retrieved his backpack, walking towards his girlfriend. "Look, Cordy, I wanted to apologize to you about last night." He decided to try and deflect her anger with the prepared statement. "It was a joke, see? I didn't mean it, I was just playing around." He laughed, but it sounded sick. "Har-har?"
“Apology not accepted! Some joke. Completely un with the funny. You don’t mess with people’s dreams…” she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger and glared. “That’s just sick. And twisted. Not to mention totally perverted. You’re already on thin ice… you trying to make me break up with you?”
He opened his mouth. There were words that would be right to say, he was sure of it. What they were, however, he was infinitely less sure of. "Uh...no? What dreams? It was my dream I was joking with. What're you talking about?"
“Don’t try to play dumb,” she continued to glare and poke. “You put some kind of spell on me so I’d have a dream like yours. Sicko.”
Xander stared a moment longer. When he spoke, his voice was loud and shrill, incredulous at the accusation while he flung his arms up in the air. "What?!" He paused then, his arms in the air. "Wait. You had a dream like mine?" His arms stayed in the air. "What dream? Wha...uh...What happened? Freud said you're supposed to talk about them and they don't bother you anymore. I think."
The brunette’s eyes narrowed on Xander, unsure if she believed him. If he didn’t put a spell on her… than her own subconscious had gone completely insane. “Quit flapping your arms. You look like a do-do bird about to take flight,” she snapped, her face flushing red. “You must have done something.”
"Cordy." Xander lowered his arms and looked at his girlfriend earnestly. "You know me. Am I smart or lucky enough to mess around with magic and not come to school the next day with a unicorn horn sprouting from my ass?"
“True…” Cordy reluctantly conceded, automatically handing Xander her books to carry as she moved over to a bench to eat. It had all been so vivid. And Willow? Cordy flushed again at the memory. “It’s all your fault. You planted the idea in my head. God Xander. Willow? Why couldn’t you have at least picked someone hot. Like Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston…”
"Willow's hot," Xander defended his friend. When Cordy looked at him, he quickly followed up. "In a geeky, non-glamorous sort of way, and totally not ever as hot as you, of course. But, still. What, uh...what happened, in the dream? Maybe it wasn't as bad as you think. If you say it out loud, you'll see, it was just a little thing, I'm sure. Not my little thing, but..." Xander cleared his throat and fought to recover. "You were saying?"
“I was not saying,” she pulled a banana out of her bag and peeled it, giving Xander a look as she deliberately put her lips around it to get a rise out of him before biting it hard.
Xander jumped slightly and settled back. "You can't blame me for either of our sub-consciouses...consciousees...consciousi..." Xander shook his head. "I mean, it's just some dreams. You can't be mad at me about it. I mean, if you had a horrible, horrible dream where Spider-Man died, I wouldn't be allowed to be mad at you. It's not fair!"
Cordy rolled her eyes and ate her banana and thought about Xander as a brilliant photographer and her as a supermodel. That part of the dream hadn’t been so bad…
Xander looked at her. "Was I Spider-Man? Was that why you rolled your eyes? I'd like to be Spider-Man. You're Mary Jane. Willow's Gwen Stacy. Buffy's the Black Cat...There is no Buffy," he said quickly as he caught what he was saying.
“You really think I dream about stupid comic books?” she slid a sideways glance. “I was a supermodel. You were a photographer. We were doing a photo shoot.”
"Oh." Xander considered that. "Yeah, I can see that." He held up his fingers in front of his eye in a box, like a camera. "Work it, beautiful! Let's see that gorgeous smile! Give us a kiss, you'll set my film on fire!"
That got a laugh out of Cordy and she dropped her banana peel in her bag. “Yeah… something like that.”
He grinned at her response and dropped his hands. He stood up, moved around the table and sat down next to her. "Look. Quit bein' mad at me, okay? Please? It was a dream. And...you had a dream, and...hell, I bet Willow had a dream. It just means, I don't know...we had fun, was all."
“Oh my God. Willow had a dream?!” Cordy flashed a horrified look. “About me? No way…”
"I don't know," Xander said quickly. "I just said I bet. I mean, come on. You're hot! You're the hottest girl in school." Xander glanced around and leaned in to whisper, "Everybody's probably had a dream about Cordelia Chase, you know. Why's it gotta freak you out?"
“True…” Turning her head, she rested her arms on his shoulders and brushed her lips against his. “I can’t really argue with that logic now, can I?”
"Of course not," Xander replied. "And if I have dreams about you spanking me for being a bad, bad Jedi, well..." He swallowed hard as he looked at her. "I've said too much, haven't I?"
She nodded and kissed him so he’d shut it already.
* * * *
“Cordy totally had a sex dream about us!"
Xander had run after Willow after school, and shouted the news he'd been dying (literally dying, he could feel his heart slow every minute the weight was on his chest) to tell somebody. Cordelia Chase had had a sex dream. About him. He grinned excitedly as he walked next to Willow, punching her lightly in the arm. "She was a supermodel, I was a photographer and you..." What was Willow, anyway? Cordy didn't say. "Anyway, you were there. You were totally there." Xander giggled in a decidingly unmanly fashion.
“What?” Willow nearly choked. “Xander! Geez…” she was sure she was already turning various shades of purple. “Like I want to hear that.” She paused a beat and started walking, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “I was in it? And there was actual sex?”
"Yes! Well...I dunno," Xander confessed. "She didn't want to get into details. But she said totally perverted. That's promising, right? And the way she looked when she talked about it, and mentioned you?" Xander laughed and shook his head. "Oh, you must've been teaching her something."
“No way!” Willow blushed furiously. What could she possibly teach Cordelia about sex! “And how is perverted a promising thing?” she belatedly added, nudging Xander with her shoulder. “You’re such a… a… guy.” She walked a few more steps before asking, “How did she look when she mentioned me?”
"Oh," Xander said with a chuckle. He was one step away from waggling his eyebrows at her Groucho Marx style. "Oh-ho, Willow. Well, she looked kinda pissed. But when she mentioned having it, and doing stuff? I saw that look in her eye three times. Twice when George Clooney showed up when we were watching ER. And when the three of us were..." Xander laughed again.
“Really?” Willow couldn’t believe it. Not that she cared what Cordy thought about her - especially when it came to sexual stuff. But it still gave her a little tingle. Which was a little disturbing actually. Maybe a lot disturbing. She frowned. Xander would think she was totally gay if she said anything more. How could she be gay when she couldn’t stop thinking about what Xander had done to her that day in Cordy’s room. A mix of expressions chased across her face before she finally blurted, “I’m totally not gay!”
Xander's face went blank, and his mouth drooped open. "Uh..." He dutifully closed his mouth and glanced around the empty street. He looked back at Willow. "Okay. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he said. "But okay. Neither's Cordy. Just...fun, right?" He tried a happy expression. "Ha, fun? Yippee?"
“Yeah, okay,” Willow wanted to disappear. “I just mean… you know… I liked what you did to me.” She swallowed and looked down at her feet. “But… it’s weird. I mean… this thing with Cordy,” she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I’ve read about this sort of thing. It’s a totally normal developmental phase. Sexual experimentation. There’s books… and stuff. That I’ve read. Says that adult sexual identity and the capacity for intimacy may be frustrated by the prolonged interval between attainment of reproductive maturity and social permission to express one's sexuality as an adult,” she babbled. “Not… that I’ve really studied this or anything. Just sayin’…”
"I'm not entirely sure what you said, beyond you liked it," Xander replied. "But, yeah, you know, it's normal. We had fun. You're hot, Cordy's hot, I'm hot." Xander blinked. "Well, you and Cordy are hot. This ain't gotta be such a big deal for everybody!"
“Right. No big deal…” Willow’s voice trailed off as they continued walking. She was so hitting the Human Sexuality books tonight.
TBC…