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My
answer to Liana's dialogue challenge
"Saturday night and
we have nothing better to do than sit around in my bedroom and drink," the
Slayer groused.
"Speaking of, you're
bogarting the Jack Daniels," the Cheerleader sniped.
"Me next, me
next," the Hacker chimed in.
"Willow, you are
sooo drunk."
"I am not
Cord...Cord...why would anyone name you after a piece of rope?"
"No more for you,
Will."
"How come you get
more, Buffy," Willow exclaimed.
"I have a Slayer
constitititution."
"I think there are
too many tits in that," Cordelia giggled.
"We're all drunk
with no one to fuck."
"Drunk fucking is
fun, Will," Buffy said. "Your head gets all swirly and you get all
dizzy and breathless. Of course, puking all over the fuckee is probably not of
the good."
"Euuu, when did you
do that?"
"Cordy, get with the
program and pay attenshun. Last week, I got a wee bit tipsy and spent,
oh...thirty minutes bouncing on prick boy's, well, prick, and ended up barfing
all over him."
"You should have
seen it," Willow giggled.
"Why did you see
it?"
"More booze
first."
"Okey dokey."
"Okey dokey? Since
when do May Queen's go okey dokey?" mocked the Slayer.
"Fuck you."
"Will you two shut
up? Where was I? Oh yeah, I was there. You know, since prick boy knows about me
and my honey, sometimes we have these foursomes, though MY honey won't let prick
boy fuck ME."
"Fuck you,"
muttered the Slayer under her breath.
"Anyhoo..."
"Wait a sec,"
the Cheerleader interrupted. "Angel actually lets Spike fuck you?"
"Under controlled
condishuns. He likes to watch. Okay, he's perverted, but I wouldn't talk, Miss
Dominatertricks."
"That's not how you
say that."
"You are SO not
helpful, Willow."
"How come I don't
got a vampire lover?"
"Well, we could get
Xander turned, but I don't think the guys would go for having him around for all
eternity," Willow said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, Angel would
stake 'im in a heartbeat, or lack of a heartbeat, or whatever. Where's that damn
bottle."
"Slayer is a lush,
Slayer is a lush."
"What, are you two
now, Willow?"
"You gotta nice
pair, yourself, Buffy," Willow giggled.
"Talk about a lush.
And what about my tits? Mine are the biggest."
"Yeah, your tits are
nice, too, Cordy. Okay, I like 'em, too. They bounce real nice."
"Speaking of...tits
that is...Cordy can I take these things off? They really hurt."
"Buffy, I told you
the alligator clips and weights come off when you put your ass in the air for my
new riding crop."
"I think they look
nice."
"Willow! Ow, stop
pulling on them."
"Just put your ass
in the air, for Queen B. Then I'll kiss it and make it all better."
"It's Queen C,"
the Cheerleader snapped.
"Bitch."
"Willow!"
"No spanking,"
Buffy groaned. "Not now, my head's spinning and the noise'll hurt and I may
puke."
"Later, Willow,
you're gonna pay. Just think about how I might make you do so."
"Oh, give it up,
Cordy. Look at the stupid grin on her face. She's about to come just at the
thought."
"Which is why I want
your virgin ass. Pain can be exquisite. Willow! Get your fingers off your clit,
now."
"I wanna come,"
the Hacker whined.
"Then get your mouth
down here and make me come first."
"Ooh, bed bouncing,
stop it you two."
"Buffy, if you puke
on me, I'm going to attach about a pound of weight to your clit," Cordelia
threatened.
"Bitch."
As Buffy staggered off
her bed towards the bathroom, Willow dove between Cordelia's spread legs and
began to lap at the Cheerleader's engorged clit. The Hacker's head swam, but she
sucked hungrily, eagerly anticipating her coming punishment and...her coming...