Xander had just finished up his Monday morning paperwork when Pat summoned him to his office. He was surprised to see the woman he had rented his apartment from was there too, but he couldn’t remember her name. Luckily, Pat introduced her. “Xander, this is Louise Northrup; she manages some of the company’s rental properties.”
“Ms. Northrup,” said Xander, taking her offered hand to shake, “Is there a problem?” He wondered if the neighbours had heard Buffy and Faith’s screams last night. “Has someone been complaining about noise, or something?”
“No complaints,” said Ms. Northrup. “Quite the contrary. I have heard nothing but good things about you. Pat tells me that you might be the solution to a problem of ours.”
“What sort of problem?” asked Xander.
“Why don’t I show you?” asked Ms. Northrup.
Ms. Northrop took Xander to one of Sunnydale’s few high-rise, luxury apartment buildings. Xander had been here, briefly, the month before, during his search for an apartment, and had quickly discovered that even the smallest bachelor apartments in this building were far outside of his price range. Ms. Northrup directed Xander into the elevator, and pressed the button for the penthouse.
It took nearly a minute for the elevator to reach the top floor, and let them out into a vestibule outside of a large set of double doors. Ms. Northrup used a key from a large ring to unlock them, and pushed them open. She waved for Xander to go ahead of her.
The place was a mess. The floor was covered with what had once been a very expensive carpet, that was now torn and stained. Some of the stains looked like dried blood. He didn’t want to think about what some of the other stains might be. He could even make an educated guess about how old the blood stains were—none were younger than a couple of weeks. He sighed inwardly about what that meant about his life. There were holes in the walls. Some looked like they were the result of someone, or something, hitting them. Others appeared to be the result of fixtures being ripped free.
“As you can see,” said Ms. Northrup, “the previous tenants caused a lot of damage before they left. The upstairs area is just as bad. Our preliminary estimate for how much it will cost to bring this apartment back up to the necessary condition to be re-leased is approximately one hundred thousand dollars.”
Xander whistled. “That’s a lot of money. What happened to the previous tenant?”
“We don’t know,” said Ms. Northrup. “Her last rent cheque bounced, and when I came by to talk to her about it, this is what I found. She vanished without a trace. Turned out that the apartment was rented through a couple of dummy corporations, which have completely folded, almost as if they had never existed in the first place.”
“So, what do you want me to do?” asked Xander. “You want me on the team for fixing this place up again?”
“In a manner of speaking,” said Ms. Northrup. “I have a proposal for you. Pat tells me that you do good work, so we came up with a way to cut some of the expense of repairing this place: we will transfer your lease from your current apartment, to this one, at the same rent, on the condition that you have it fully repaired in a year. We’ll give you a budget for purchasing any materials that you need, or hiring trades for things that you are unable to do yourself, but we will expect you to do most of the work. Do you have any questions?”
“Just one, to start.” Xander pointed to the mural painted on one of the walls, that looked to him like something that belonged in a History Channel documentary on the Third Reich. “I don’t have to save that, do I?”
“Ah, no,” said Ms. Northrup. “Feel free to paint over it.”
Joyce was glad to be back at work. Her assistant, Margery, had done a very good job keeping the gallery going while she’d been ill, but she didn’t have the experience needed for acquiring new items to exhibit. The shelves were still fully stocked with sculptures and other objet d’art, and the walls were still covered with paintings, but Joyce knew that her back storeroom was starting to get depleted, and some of the paintings on the walls were pictures she’d had since the day the gallery had first opened, and had temporarily put back into storage, until the day came that the right customer showed up.
She spent most of the morning reviewing the books, to see what had sold, and making notes about what she would have to be on the lookout for on her next buying trip, which she’d have to make soon.
Margery took her lunch break early, at eleven o’clock, the way she usually did. The lunch hour tended to be one of their busiest times in the gallery as people used their own lunch breaks to come in and browse. They didn’t usually make many sales during lunch, but there were always lots of curious looky-loos, and some of them came back at less busy times to actually buy something. Joyce took her own lunch break after one o’clock, after the lunch time crowd had faded away.
Joyce had meant to do this last week, but her illness had prevented her from doing so. She walked down the block to see Rupert’s new store.
A bell jingled over her head as she pushed the door open and she stepped into the brightly lit front area of the shop. The cheery lighting surprised her a bit. For some reason she had been expecting to find some sort of dark and musty hole in the wall, but this place was light and airy. There was a faint scent of spice and incense in the air. It was brighter than she remembered the old school library being, despite it having had a large skylight in its ceiling.
Rupert looked up from behind the sales counter. “Ah, Joyce. Hello. Are you looking for Buffy? I believe she’s in class now.”
“No, Rupert, I came by to see you, welcome you to the business community, and have a look around your shop. It seems to be very nice.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you. Buffy and the others were a great help in getting it ready.”
Joyce paused to look at some shelves that were holding a variety of fertility idols, from various cultures around the world. They surprised her a bit, since she had sold similar statues from her gallery. She had a closer look at one of them. “Rupert, where did you get this?”
“It was part of the store’s inventory, when I bought it. Why do you ask?”
“Because I sold it a year ago, at half your asking price. Do you really expect to be able to sell it for this much?”
“Oh yes, such items are quite popular, in certain circles.”
Joyce remembered the zombie mask from Buffy’s Welcome Home party. “Does it have any magical power? Should I be worried about some of the other things I’ve got in my storeroom?”
“Oh no, this has no innate power, and, ah, after that incident a couple of years ago, I’ve been running periodic magic scrying spells on all of the local businesses, to make sure that there are no repeats.”
“So, why do you think you can sell this, for this price?” asked Joyce.
“Ah, well, as a fertility idol, when used in the right ritual, it can be imbued with the power to induce fertility. I dare say that anyone who sees it in an art gallery, will only look at it for its artistic merit. A knowledgeable person who sees it in a magic shop, will also look beyond that, to see what else it might be used for.”
“Maybe I should have you look through my storeroom, see if you can find something else there that you can sell for a better price. I’ll split the difference with you.”
“Perhaps I should do that, and bring Anya along as well. She is quite adept at judging just what the market will bear, when it comes to setting prices.”
Joyce’s hand lingered on the shelf holding the statue. “Did these come with the shop too?” she asked. “They look custom made, and new.”
“No, Xander made those for me,” said Rupert.
“Xander? Really?”
“Yes, he seems to have found his true vocation, after some searching,” said Rupert. “He is quite skilled at woodworking. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been looking for some new cabinets for my gallery,” said Joyce. “I haven’t been happy with any of the pre-built units I’ve seen, but I can’t really afford custom work.”
“I’ll have Anya inform Xander of your interest,” said Giles, “but don’t let her set the price. Talk to him about that. She doesn’t believe in giving discounts to friends, or family.”
“I’ll do that,” said Joyce. “Have you had lunch yet?” She looked around the empty shop. “Can you come to lunch?”
“No I haven’t, and yes I can.” Rupert went to a doorway and opened it, revealing a stairway leading down. “Anya, could you come up, please? I’m about to take my lunch break.”
Joyce heard Anya’s voice echoing faintly from below. “On my way, Giles.” It slowly became clearer. “Did you know you’ve got a mummy hand down here? They can be really nasty—” She appeared in the doorway. “Oh! Hello Joyce. How are you?”
“I’m feeling much better, thank you Anya.”
“Anya, Mrs. Summers and I are going out to lunch. I shall be back in an hour, or so.”
Xander sat at the kitchen table, admiring Buffy and Faith’s bare asses as they bent to load the dirty dishes from dinner into the dishwasher. They were both dressed in their maid uniforms, wearing thigh-high stiff leather boots that didn’t let them bend their knees, forcing them to give him a wonderful view as they loaded as many dishes into the bottom rack as they could…even though the top rack was still completely empty. They knew that he enjoyed the show, and they liked giving it to him as much as he liked seeing it.
After the last dish was placed into the washer and the machine was loaded with soap, the door closed, and the dishwasher turned on, they both turned and stood up straight, jutting their pert breasts, with their lovely gold adornments, toward him.
“Dinner cleanup is finished, Sir,” said Buffy. “What do you desire us to do now?”
Xander could tell that she desired for him to do something depraved to her body. He just smiled at her. “I think I desire to take my pets for a walk.” He smiled at Anya. “Wanna come with? I’ve got something to show you.”
“What?” asked Anya.
“It’s a surprise…one I think you’re going to like.”
“What is it?”
“If I told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” said Xander. Anya looked askance at him, but he just grinned back at her. “So, you want to take our pets for a walk?”
“Yes,” said Anya.
“Great!” Xander clapped his hands together, and the light flashed. Buffy and Faith’s maid outfits transformed into tight little t-shirts, short-shorts, and high heeled sandals, with gold leashes dangling from their collars. “Let’s go!”
It was a pleasantly warm evening for a walk. Xander told Faith and Buffy to head for Weatherly Park, and then let out the full length of Faith’s leash. Buffy was beside her, at the end of her leash which was held in Anya’s hand. Xander put his arm around his girlfriend’s waist as they walked along, following their two pets, and admiring their backs, which their high heeled shoes caused to sway delightfully.
Xander directed Faith with flicks of her leash, telling her which path to take through the park, and Buffy followed her. They went around the pond, across the little foot bridge over the stream, and out the other side, to the path that led into the manicured grounds of the luxury apartment building.
Anya was surprised when Xander directed Faith and Buffy up to the front door, and that he had the key to open it. She was even more surprised when he took them to the elevator, and pressed the button for the penthouse. “What’s going on?” she asked as they got out on the top floor.
“You were saying this morning that we really needed to find a bigger place,” said Xander as he unlocked the doors in front of them. “This is definitely bigger.” He pushed them open.
Anya walked through the double doors, and looked around. “This place is a dump!”
“Yeah, it needs work, but that’s why we can afford it,” said Xander. “The deal is, that it’s ours for a year, at our current rent, on the condition that we fix it up. The company gives us a budget for materials, we supply the labour.”
Anya shot him an angry look. “You haven’t accepted it already, have you?”
“I told them I had to talk to you about it first,” said Xander. “If we accept, we can stay in our place until the end of the month. That will give us time to clean this place up enough that it will at least be livable. I figure that with me supplying the know-how, Buffy and Faith the muscle, and your budgetting and organization skills, we can handle the job. What do you say?”
“I think I want to look around a bit more before I commit to anything,” said Anya.
“Alright then!” Xander rubbed his hands together. “Let me show you around! Here on the first level we’ve got this nice entry hall, with a nice big powder room to the right—”
Anya started to reach for the door he had indicated.
“Don’t open that!” he nearly yelled. “Ah…I think that we’re going to need hazmat gear to deal with a couple of the bathrooms in this place.”
“A couple of the bathrooms?” asked Anya.
“Yeah,” said Xander. “There are two full baths upstairs, as well at the powder room down here. The bathroom off the master suite looks to be in pretty good shape: just needs a good scrubbing. The other two are going to take full guts to get them useable again.”
“Really,” said Anya.
“Yeah,” said Xander. “But like I said, the master suite bathroom is okay now, and it’s bigger than the one we’ve got back at our apartment. Anyway, the entry hall takes us into an open concept living area, with kitchen—needs new floor and counter-tops, but I think I can salvage the cabinets; dining and living rooms—I don’t want to even think about what all has stained that carpet. I’m thinking we rip it out and put in some nice hardwood. I figure that you can have that room there to set up as your home office, or whatever you wanted to do with it.”
Anya hesitated for a moment, before reaching for the doorknob.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “It’s a mess in there, but it’s not a smelly mess.”
Anya opened the door, which took her into a good sized room: one with a large picture window that gave a very nice view out across the town to the mountains to the east. It appeared to have been set up as a bedroom, with a small single bed, and it had shelves that were loaded with medical books. “Yes, this would make a very good office,” she said.
“And next to it, we’ve got another room that I can turn into my workshop,” said Xander, “and we can make that room over there into a nice gym for our Slayers.”
Buffy and Faith both perked up a bit at that.
“You can see it later,” said Xander. “There’s really nothing much to it now, but I think we can make something of it.” Something about the way Xander grinned suggested to Anya that there was something special about that room already, but he was holding it as a surprise till later.
“Time to see the upstairs.” Xander swept his hand toward a curving stairway. “After you, m’ladies.”
He followed them up the stairs. “To the left we have the master suite, and ahead of us are two more bedrooms, one for each of our pets.”
Buffy shook her head quickly. “I don’t need a room.”
“Neither do I,” said Faith.
“You each get a room, to do with as you please,” said Xander firmly. “Buffy, you need a place to study, and do your school work where you won’t be disturbed, and Faith is going to need one too. You will also need a private space for meditation and other Slayery things. That’s one of the great things about this place: it has the room to give each one of us our own space. I can have my workshop downstairs. Anya can have her office, and you guys can have your own rooms up here.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Buffy and Faith, together.
“Down the hall to the right is another bathroom—and you really don’t want to go into that one right now—and our own laundry room, so there’s no more schlepping down to the basement, or hoarding all our quarters so we have enough change.”
Xander turned to the left, and went through the big double doors. “And this is the master suite!”
The room was huge, and a lot of it was taken up by a big circular bed. Of all the rooms Anya had seen so far, this one seemed to be the cleanest, and least damaged. There were still some holes in the walls, but they were the sort holes that she’d seen Xander repair easily in their friends’ homes. Her feet sank into the deep pile of the carpet on the floor. The carpet itself had a mottled burgundy and rust pattern that would have been very attractive, if it weren’t for the slight scent in the air that told her that at least some of that rust was really dried blood. She could see some stains on the mattress too.
“The bed, and the rug have to go,” said Xander, “but I can have this room fixed up in just a few days, and like I said, the bathroom through there…” He pointed to another door. “…just needs a good cleaning.” He pointed to another door. “We’ve also got a nice big walk-in closet.”
Anya wasn’t totally convinced by Xander’s assurances about the bathroom. Before they’d gotten Buffy and Faith, his idea of a “clean” bathroom had been only slightly better than that of the washrooms at the DoubleMeat Palace. She opened the door to look, and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell. This place did need a good cleaning. If Xander thought that this was acceptable then she shuddered to think about what the other two bathrooms were like.
On the other hand… It was big. There was a nice sized soaker bath tub with lots of room for two people in it. It also had a double vanity, which would make it much simpler for them all to get ready to go to work or school in the morning. There was a toilet with a bidet beside it—she wondered if Xander even knew what a bidet was, let alone how to use one. And there was a walk-in shower, with plenty of space for four people in it.
She looked around again, trying to look at it with Xander’s eyes. The room was filthy, but there were no signs of cracks in any of the grout between the tiles on walls or floor. There were no cracks or holes in the walls. She thought back to what she had seen in the living room underneath this bathroom, and there hadn’t been any water stains in the ceiling. Xander was right. After they’d had Buffy and Faith give this room a good cleaning, it would be a perfectly acceptable bathroom…better than the one they had. He might not be the best judge of cleanliness, but he was a good judge of structure and such, so the plumbing was probably sound.
She came back out of the bathroom, to see Xander grinning at her. She was starting to think that once they had done some work to fix things up, this would be a much better apartment for them than the one they had, but she didn’t want to come out in favour of it too quickly. “It’s not bad,” she said. “It might be workable.”
“And you haven’t even seen the best features yet!”
“What else is there?” asked Anya.
“First of all, there’s the balcony.” Xander swept his arm toward a set of sliding glass doors on the opposite side of the room from the bathroom. She went out through them onto a wide terrace that ran the whole northern length of the building. She could see that more doors opened onto it from the rooms that would be Buffy’s and Faith’s. The view was amazing. She could see most of the town, as well as the mountains beyond it. Off to her left she could see the landing for a stairway leading down.
“Another balcony?” she asked.
“Take a look,” said Xander.
She went to the top of the stairs and looked down to another terrace along the western side of the building. She knew that this was what he’d been holding in reserve, the reason he hadn’t shown them the room he planned to turn into a gym for Buffy and Faith. This terrace had a small swimming pool in it. “Oh, Xander!”
Anya ran down the stairs. “This is wonderful!” She paused at the edge of the pool, remembering the state of the rest of the apartment. “Uh…is it safe to swim in?”
“Yeah,” said Xander. “It’s got an automated cleaner, and there’s a pool service that takes care of changing all the filters and things. All that stuff is on the floor below us, so they don’t even have to come into the apartment to do it. They’re good guys, I worked for them for a couple of weeks last year. You know, pool cleaners, and pizza delivery guys don’t get nearly as much action as the movies might lead you to believe. I didn’t get one ‘tip’ from an oversexed co-ed, and the only naked sunbather I ever saw was an overweight, middle aged, guy.”
Anya peeled off her clothes, and dove into the pool. The water was pleasantly cool, and tasted of salt, instead of chlorine. She came back to the surface, and turned back toward Xander and the girls. He smiled at Buffy and Faith. Their leashes vanished. “You can join her, if you like.”
“Yes, Xander!” they said together, and quickly stripped off their clothes. They dove into the water after Anya.
Xander watched his girls cavorting together in the pool as he slowly undressed himself. They were on the top of one of the tallest buildings in town, and there was nothing for miles that overlooked this pool. There was almost no chance that anyone could spy on them here. On the other hand, they did have wonderful vantage point from which they could see half the town, all the way to the ocean. The view in the pool was better, though.
Xander finished removing his clothes, and dove into the water. The pool was about eight feet deep, at this end, which was deep enough for diving, and the shallow end was about half that. He swam under the water, following the contour of the bottom, up to where Anya, Buffy and Faith were splashing at each other in waist deep water. He swept them all into his arms when he surfaced, and kissed each of them in turn, finishing up with Anya.
He stood there for a moment with his arms around all of his girls, Buffy on his left, Faith on the right, and Anya squeezed between them, with all of them exchanging kisses and hugs. And then he felt three hands on his cock, and all three of his girls were grinning at him. He grinned back, and his eyes met Anya’s.
“Say, Ahn, how about we find out how long our Slayers can hold their breaths?”
Anya’s face broke into a big smile. “That sounds like a wonderful idea!”
Xander moved to sit on the pool steps, with only his head and shoulders clear of the water, and Anya sat beside him. They both spread their legs, with Anya wrapping her left leg around his right.
“Okay Slayers,” said Xander. “Go down on us, and stay down as long as you can—without risking passing out.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Buffy and Faith together, and they both took deep breaths, and ducked under the water.
Xander twisted toward Anya as Buffy’s mouth went down around his cock, and kissed her. He reached for Anya’s breast with his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He massaged it in time with the movements of Buffy’s mouth on his cock.
He didn’t have any way to actually time how long Buffy and Faith were staying down under the water, but he was starting to think that they must have to come up for air soon when he felt Buffy’s mouth leave him. But she didn’t pop back to the surface to catch a breath of air, like he expected. He looked down and saw that the Slayers were just trading places. Faith was moving in on his cock, and Buffy was sliding up between Anya’s legs. He groaned, far down, as Faith took him deep into her throat.
Faith had nearly gotten him off when she and Buffy finally had to come to the surface to gasp for air. Xander knew that Buffy hadn’t quite gotten Anya off, either. After they had both taken several deep breaths, they looked like they were about to duck back down under the water to finish the job.
Xander shook his head at them. “Kneel facing each other, and hold out your arms,” he ordered.
Buffy and Faith both did as they were told. “Would you like to lie in their arms, Hun?” he asked Anya.
“Another wonderful idea, Xander!” Anya moved between Faith and Buffy, and lay back into their arms, with them holding her so that her head stayed above the water. She reached out for Xander with her legs, and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him to her.
Xander’s cock slipped into Anya’s pussy. He, Buffy, and Faith were all kneeling on the pool bottom with Anya between them. He took hold of Anya’s waist as he started to pump himself hard into her. “You can play with her tits,” he told the Slayers.
They both smiled. “Yes, Xander!” they said eagerly, and each of them leaned forward, to suck a nipple into their mouths.
It didn’t take long before Anya was shuddering in her orgasm, and Xander was coming with her. Ejaculation control was becoming second nature with him, now, so he stayed hard inside her, soon driving her to a second, and third climax.
Xander finally slowed down after Anya’s third orgasm, though he was still hard. He held himself deep inside her while he lifted her up out of Buffy and Faith’s arms, and held her, and kissed her—long, and deep. Still holding her with one arm, he ran a hand in gentle caresses over her breasts. “Love you, Ahn,” he breathed.
“I love you, too,” said Anya.
He smiled at her. “I know, and now it’s Buffy’s turn.”
“Oh, yes Xander!” said Buffy eagerly.
Xander released Anya, and she switched places with Buffy, who was soon lying back in Anya and Faith’s arms while Xander fucked her, and they kissed and licked at her breasts.
And then it was Faith’s turn. Xander marvelled at the incredible stamina and control that the Reward had given him, that made it possible for him to make love to these three incredible women, without taking any sort of break between them, and still leave them all satisfied. His control finally broke as Faith was coming around him, and he shot his load into her hot pussy. He lifted her up into his arms for their post coital hugs, kisses, and to tell her that he loved her. Anya and Buffy both pressed themselves against their sides, with their arms enveloping them too.
The sun had set while they had been making love in the pool and Xander looked to the west, where some high clouds were still glowing crimson. He turned back to Anya, and kissed her.
“So, what do you think? Want to move in here?” he asked.
“Yes, Xander,” said Anya. “Once you have repaired everything, and our Slaves have it properly cleaned, this will be a very acceptable apartment.”
“Good,” said Xander. “I’ll tell Ms. Northrup in the morning.”
| Chapter 34 | Contents | Chapter 36 |