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[visiongirl]

With a slight groan I tried to roll over in bed. It couldn't really be time for work yet, could it? I was still so tired and hey, why did my head hurt so much? And since when did my bed hurt my back so much? Opening my eyes I gasped as I saw the situation I had gotten myself into. I was tied to the bannisters on the steps at Hyperion, and without

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[buffys_bitch]

"No no! Look mate, I'm sorry but the bloke is just...wrong. He may be a national icon to you buggers, but someone should have strangled him at birth for all the excruciating misery he's inflicted on others. Lord of the Dance? Lord of the Ponce more like it. I bet he's a demon. A dancing demon who-"

I was coming into the front courtyard with Doyle and co, arguing about the evils of Michael Flatley when I heard someone making a racket inside the Hyperion. Dropping the debate I hurried inside expecting a fight or worse.

Well, my blood still got to pounding, but for a different reason. Cordelia was tied to the stairs with not a stitch on. Completely starkers. I was copping an eyeful that would last me for...at least a month or so. Damn she had a fine body, and those breasts were-

I snapped my gaping mouth closed, just in case I was saying out loud what I was thinking. It's been known to happen.

"Whoa, someone having a little bondage fun, eh?"

[visiongirl]

"Spike, oh thank God!" And who knew that those words would ever escape my mouth! I knew Spike had done a lot of good over the last couple years, and we'd worked together for awhile now. Still, I never thought I'd be actually overjoyed to see him.

"Shut up and let me out of here." I demanded, I was still face down on the carpeted steps so I couldn't see if anyone was with him. I was more concerned with getting untied, then getting dressed. Then would be the trying not to feel too humiliated as I told him what exactly I'd done.

[visiongirl]

"Wesley?!" I piped up immediately when I heard the other familiar British voice. "Where the hell have you been?!" I demanded. And okay, being tied to the stairway is probably not the best time to reprimand employees but I just can't help myself. Did he think he could just disappear forever and then show up and save the day? I wondered if Fred was back with him too, although right now it wasn't really my top concern.

"What are you crazy? Untie me now!" I huffed on the stairway and I was already sure that every limb in my body had already fallen asleep and I'd never be able to use them again. That's saying something coming from a former coma victim.

"You dumbasses. Angelus is out in L.A. killing God knows who right now. Let me out of here!" I demanded again, raising my voice.

[fredburkle]

I'd forgotten a bag in the car, so I ran back to get it and when I walked into the lobby my jaw dropped to the floor. Cordy...no clothes....I was embarrassed for her. "Holy crap...what the hell happened, Cordelia?"

I looked at Spike and Doyle and said, "Did we walk in on Angel and her...um...ya know...?" I made a wriggly hand gesture and then waggled my eyebrows. I didn't see Angel, but maybe he'd run off to get some baby oil or chocolate or...something else...

[buffys_bitch]

"Probably. Angel, always went for that kinky stuff. Not that it isn't fun on occasion...handcuffs are nice, but the lobby stairs, hello? That's a little public even for me." I commented casually as I went to ascend the stairs in search of possible beasties and suitable Cordy attire. Cordelia glared daggers at me as I moved past her, but for once I was happy to follow Percy's instructions, maybe I'd see her backside when I...

Then Doyle exclaimed at me in exasperation. "Mary, mother of -! At least cover her up, idiot. Give her yer coat." He pointed to my duster. With a sigh and a grumble I removed it and draped it over her.

"Hang on, wasn't Angel all ghostified? How the heck did he turn into Angelus? Don't tell me you did a Ghost re-enactment?... Spiritgasms? You gave him spirtgasms?!"

[visiongirl]

"Spike, I swear to God I will stake you when I get out of here!" Annoyed beyond reason now I began to yank on the ropes holding me in place, only suceeding in rubbing my wrists and ankles even more raw.

"Fred! You're not going to leave me here are you? Let me out! They're not even listening to me. Angelus is out in the city right now. You need to let me go." The cold material of his coat clung to my naked backside as I struggled in my restraints. I could not believe that they were just going to leave me tied up here. They were so all fired.

[buffys_bitch]

"Guess I hit a nerve with Miss-Bossy Britches here." I quipped with a smirk. Then with a martyred sigh I reached down and begin sawing at the ropes with the dagger I got from the cabinet. Soon the bonds came loose and Cordy was free.

"Hey, no staking now. I disobeyed Percy's orders to cut you loose. That's gotta amount to a free-get-out-of-being-dusted pass." I held up my hands in mock surrender. I was enjoying this far too much. I was an evil evil man.

"But seriously? Angelus did this to you? How the hell did he get unleashed? Angel was all go-throughy the last time I saw him."

Doyle still looked embarrassed at Cordy's former state of nakedness, and even though she now had my duster on, his cheeks were all ruddy and his eyes were darting everywhere but in her direction. Seemed irish boy still had a crush.

"Err, I'll be getting you some proper clothes, Cordy." he mumbled and quickly headed up the stairs.

[visiongirl]

Clutching Spike's coat around my naked form, I turned my glare from him to Wesley. okay, Spike I expected this from. Wesley, not so much. "Where the hell have you been?" I demanded stepping closer to him. So what? They just found me in a kind of uncompromising position, but this still didn't change the fact that Wesley had up and left me when he owned half of this business.

"I did a spell to bring Angel back. And instead it brought his evil alter ego back. But hey, I think I should still get points for making him corporeal." Alright, so this was my fault.

"Cordelia..." Doyle walked over to me, still averting his eyes like I had leprosy or something. Taking the folded up clothes out of his hand I marched to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. Could I be even more humiliated? I don't think so.