Xander stopped by the Summers Gallery after work the next evening. He was accompanied by Faith, who was still dressed in her work clothes of blue jeans, work boots, and a t-shirt, and Buffy, who was wearing her school clothes.
Mrs. Summers was busy with a customer when they arrived, so Xander took some time to try to admire some of the art that was on display. He really didn’t know much about it. There were paintings from several artists, in multiple styles, hanging on the walls. They ranged from landscapes and portraits, to abstract splashes of colour. The same could be said of the sculptures being exhibited. Some were abstract blobs, while others were clearly meant to be representations of people, or animals.
The customer left, carrying a heavy crate in which his purchased sculpture had been packed, and Joyce greeted Buffy with a hug. Xander was surprised when she went on to do the same with Faith, and himself.
After she had released him, he asked “So, Joyce, Anya said you wanted some shelves?”
“Yes,” said Joyce. “I’d like to replace some of the display cases, and add another one.”
Xander looked at a case that was starting to look a little worse for wear. “This one of the ones you want to replace?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Okay.” He unclipped a tape measure from his tool belt, and started taking measurements, which he had Faith write down in a notebook that she’d borrowed from Buffy.
When he was done, he took the notebook, and quickly added up his numbers. “Alright, we’re looking at about thirty to thirty-five board feet of wood, per cabinet. That will come to one to two hundred dollars, depending on what sort of wood you want me to use. Add in another fifty dollars for hardware, and finishing, etc., and call it one-fifty to two hundred and fifty bucks each, unless you want some sort of exotic wood, like teak—and then it can get really expensive, really fast.”
“What will I get for one-fifty?” asked Joyce.
“A good solid display case made with inexpensive wood, something like ash, or poplar, and a painted finish,” said Xander.
“And for two-fifty?”
“Cherry, African mahogany, or something like that, with a stained and polyurethaned finish. Maple or oak will run you about two-hundred dollars.”
“I’ve always liked maple,” said Joyce.
“Okay, maple it is,” said Xander. “Now, do you want all fixed shelves, or do you want some of them to be adjustable?”
Half an hour later Xander had rough drawings made of what Joyce wanted built. “It’s going to be a couple of weeks before I can get them to you, with all the work that needs to be done on our new apartment.”
“That’ll be fine,” said Joyce. “What’s this about a new apartment?”
“Yeah, we’re going to be moving into a bigger place,” said Xander, “but it’s a real fixer-upper. It’s the only way we could afford it. Some of the major work needs to be done before the end of the month, when we lose our current place, but after that, I’ll be able to give these the attention they deserve.”
“There’s no real rush,” said Joyce.
Xander returned to the new apartment that evening with Buffy and Faith to get started on the cleaning up, to start making a more thorough inspection of the place, and to begin his list of tasks that needed to be completed. Each of the Slayers was carrying a heavy tool box, and Xander had a much lighter box full of cleaning supplies. Buffy and Faith were both dressed like they had stepped out of a construction site porn movie: Daisy Duke shorts, tight little white cotton t-shirts that were ripped off just below their nipples—showing their underboobs—work boots, and hard hats.
He had them leave the tool boxes in the master bedroom and sent them into the bathroom with the box of cleaning supplies, and instructions not to come back out until it was sparkling clean. He went to work ripping up the bedroom carpet: slicing it into strips with his utility knife, and rolling up the sections into bundles that Buffy and Faith would be able to carry downstairs to the dumpster that had been dropped off that afternoon.
The plywood subfloor was in pretty good shape. The carpet had been thick enough that it had soaked up nearly all of the various fluids that had been spilled on it, with very little penetrating through to the wood. There were a couple of stains in the subfloor that he marked to be removed, and patched. He didn’t know what had made them, be it a demon or whatever, and didn’t want to take any chances. He had just plugged in his circular saw, and was about to make the first cut, when he heard the shower start in the bathroom, followed by shrieks from Buffy, and Faith.
“Buffy and Faith! Get out here!” he yelled.
The sound of the shower stopped, and Buffy and Faith popped through the bathroom door a few seconds later, minus their hard-hats, hair dripping wet, and looking like contestants in a wet t-shirt contest. Even though he hadn’t ordered it, they both fell into their parade at-ease posture, thrusting their tits out toward him. Xander didn’t let those distract him — much.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I decided to see if the shower worked,” said Faith.
“While we were inside it,” said Buffy.
“It does,” said Faith.
“But the water was very cold,” said Buffy, and if anything she stuck her chest out even more, showing off her erect nipples.
“I see,” said Xander. “And had you finished your work before you started fooling around?” asked Xander.
“Sorta,” said Faith.
“What does that mean?”
“Well, now we’ve gotta dry up the water that got splashed on the floor,” said Buffy.
“Alright. Slayers, about face.” Buffy and Faith both spun around. “Drop your pants.”
“Yes, Sir!” The both quickly unbuttoned their shorts, and pushed them down, past their knees.
“Bend over, and grab your ankles.” Xander spent a few seconds admiring their beautiful asses before he asked them “How many spanks?”
“Five!” said Buffy at the same instant Faith said “Ten!”
“Five each!” they both said together. “Please spank us for fooling around when we were supposed to be working!”
“Okay!” Xander gave each of the bare asses in front of him a quick slap.
“One!” cried Buffy and Faith. “Thank you, Sir!”
“This is for dripping water on the floor.” Smack! Smack!
“Two! Thank you, Sir!”
“This is for interrupting my work.” Smack! Smack!
“Three! Thank you, Sir!”
“This if for distracting me with those pretty tits of yours!” Smack! Smack!
“Four! Thank you, Sir!”
“And lastly, for being a pair of delightfully naughty girls!” Xander’s last two spanks were against the Slayers’ exposed, and very wet, pussies.
“Aaah! Five!” It took a couple of seconds for them to recover from the orgasms those final smacks had given them. “Thank you, Sir!”
“Now straighten up, and get back to work.”
“Yes, Xander.” Buffy and Faith started to pull their shorts back up, as they straightened.
“Ah!” said Xander. “I didn’t say anything about pulling up your pants, did I?”
“No, Sir!” They let go of their shorts, and stood up straight.
“Now, back to work!”
“Yes, Sir!” Buffy and Faith both shuffled their way back into the bathroom, with their shorts down around their ankles.
Xander had finished cutting around the first of the stains, when they shuffled back out of the bathroom. As delightful as Faith and Buffy looked, walking that way, it did slow them down a bit too much for them to work effectively. “Take your shorts off,” he told them.
They both smiled at him, and quickly extracted their feet from their pants. “Thank you, Sir!”
“Alright. Faith, have you ever used one of these?” He held up his saw.
“Yes, Xander.”
“Good.” He handed her the saw, and the safety glasses he was wearing. “You can finish cutting out these bits that need to be patched, just like I did with the first one. Buffy, get a prybar, and screwdriver, and pull up that first one I cut. It’s glued down, as well as having some screws in it, so you’re also going to have to scrape off any bits of wood that get left behind. I want a nice smooth surface to put the patches onto.”
“Yes, Xander.”
He concentrated for a second, and another set of safety glasses appeared on Buffy’s face. “And remember: Safety first! Now that you’ve finished cleaning the bathroom, I’m going to see if the grime was covering anything that’s going to need to be fixed. Call me if you have any problems.”
Xander stayed to watch as Faith knelt down on the floor to make her first cut, just to be sure that she knew what she was doing with the saw. The way she’d been sure that her back was to him, showing off her wonderfully bare ass had nothing to do with it. Buffy too was sure to see that he had a nice view when she leaned over the first of the screws that she had to pull from the centre of the first bit of floor to be removed. He smiled, shook his head, and went into the bathroom to have a better look at it.
He was quite satisfied with what he’d found, when he emerged from the bathroom some time later. He had confirmed his initial assessment of the state of the plumbing, and fixtures. He’d found some caulking that needed to be replaced, but no major problems. It also looked like Buffy and Faith were nearly done with the floor. All the bits needing patching had been removed, and the two Slayers were engaged in scraping the last few splinters of wood out of the last two holes. He took a glance at the ones they’d finished, and saw that they were perfectly cleaned.
“Very nice work,” he told them. “Both here, and in the bathroom. When you’ve finished up those last two, flip the mattress on the bed. Let’s see if the other side is less stained.”
Both Slayers smiled at that. They knew what Xander had in mind.
The other side of the mattress on the circular bed was unstained. As soon as Buffy and Faith had seen that, they both straightened up, and turned to face Xander, with eager expressions on their faces.
He smiled at them. “Come here,” he said, and they both stepped toward him. He wrapped his arms around them, and kissed them. He slid his hands down their backs to give a buttock on each of them a squeeze, and then moved his hands around and brought them up under the girls’ tees, to tease their nipples. He pulled his face back from theirs, and looked at them both, for just a bit. They both looked lovingly back at him.
“Buffy, kiss Faith,” he ordered.
Buffy smiled at him, and then turned to Faith for a kiss. It started slowly, with their lips barely brushing together, and then their tongues flicked out to lick each other’s lips, and then they were pressing together, and moaning into each other’s mouths as Xander gave the nipples between the fingers of both of his hands a pinch. He could see that Buffy and Faith had both placed a hand on the other’s breast as well and were adding their own pinches to Xander’s.
Their ripped off t-shirts had been pushed up, revealing their tits to his gaze. He dropped down onto his knees in front of them, and kissed their nipples, one by one. As his lips touched each nub, there was a flash of light, and a jewelled stud pierced through it—emeralds for Buffy, and rubies for Faith—causing the Slayers to gasp, and shudder from the exquisite pain. He lowered himself farther to place a kiss on each of their navels, giving them both diamond studs.
He looked up at his two beautiful Slayers, seeing them looking down adoringly at him, and waiting for his orders. He thought about what he wanted from them, and smiled.
Xander liked strong women. He liked women who took charge. The biggest downside to this whole Reward thing, from his point of view, was the way it made Buffy and Faith subservient to him. As much as he enjoyed being in charge, it was Buffy’s strength and independence that had attracted him to her—after his initial knocked-off-his-skateboard reaction. In his first sexual encounter with Faith, she had taken control from the start, and never relinquished it, right up to tossing him out the door in his underwear as soon as she was done with him. And then there was Cordelia. Queen C took a back seat to no one. She was in charge, and no one disputed it. A year ago Anya had shown up in the basement of his parents’ house, told him that she wanted to have sex with him, and dropped her dress. In some ways he had never looked back. He had been her love slave ever since then.
The Reward might have given Buffy and Faith to him to be his slaves, but in his heart, he knew that their proper roles were reversed. He should be their slave, and so he gave the order: “Buffy, Faith, I’m not going to be giving you any more orders, till it’s time to go get Anya from work. Until then, you can have your way with me, and each other.”
For a moment they didn’t move, and then both of them smiled a smile that would have terrified a lesser man. They didn’t say a word as they reached down, grabbed hold of him, and tossed him onto the bed.
They followed right behind. Two pairs of hands started moving over his clothes, opening buttons and zippers, untying shoes, pulling cloth away from him with Slayer speed. It was only its combination with Slayer dexterity that kept any of his clothes from being ripped.
Once they had Xander naked, Buffy and Faith got busy pulling the remainder of what they’d been wearing off of each other. Xander found himself lying on his back on the bed, with two naked Slayers on top of him, kissing him, wiggling against him, pressing themselves against his entire body.
They didn’t speak, but they were coordinating their actions perfectly. There was no discussion over which of them would be first ride his cock, while the other straddled his mouth to let him lick wildly at her pussy. Xander knew that they were using their link to communicate silently with each other, and not just with silent words. When he took Buffy’s Reward Ring in his teeth to give it a good wiggle, he felt Faith’s inner walls clenching down around his cock. He had to clench himself, a few seconds later to keep from shooting his wad into Faith’s pussy when he came. Buffy pulled herself away from his mouth as Faith rose off his cock, and then he had Faith lowering herself over his face, while Buffy took his dick into her snatch.
Xander did his best to please both of his Slayers, and he admitted to himself that his best was pretty good, since the Reward had started. It wasn’t long until all three of them were experiencing another shared orgasm.
Buffy raised herself up off Xander’s cock, and Faith hooked her leg around Xander’s shoulder and fell sideways onto the bed, pulling Xander with her, so he was lying on his side, with Faith’s thigh as his pillow, and her snatch still in front of his face. He felt Buffy’s mouth on his cock, and lifted his head clear for a moment, just in time to see Faith bury her face between Buffy’s legs. The three of them were lying on the bed in a triangle, so that each of them could go down on one of the others. Xander put his mouth back to Faith’s pussy, so that all of them were fully engaged in giving and receiving oral pleasure.
Xander was still constraining his orgasms, not letting himself ejaculate into Buffy’s mouth when he came, so he was staying hard, and her talented tongue was driving him to multiple climaxes. The orgasms seemed to move around their triangle, from Xander, to Faith, to Buffy, and back to Xander, with each repetition growing in intensity, until Xander couldn’t hold his any longer, and he came forcefully into Buffy’s mouth.
Xander felt momentarily spent, and he rolled himself away from Buffy and Faith, onto his back to give himself a respite. He looked aside and saw Faith rolling onto her back too, and Buffy crawling up over her. They opened their mouths and Xander watched as his jiz dribbled from Buffy’s mouth into Faith’s before Buffy’s lips descended onto Faith’s. Just before their lips touched, he saw them both extending their tongues to the other. He lay still, just watching his two Slayers passionately kissing, sharing the essence of his orgasm. He felt a fresh stirring in his loins.
Xander sat up, and shifted himself so that he had a nice view of Buffy’s ass. She was straddling Faith’s hips, and he saw both of them spreading their legs in invitation, opening their pussies to him, the only indication that they were aware of anyone other than each other.
He wasn’t quite ready yet, so he took his gradually stiffening cock, still slick from Buffy’s saliva, in his hand and slowly stroked it while continuing to watch Buffy and Faith making out. Buffy’s ass started to wiggle, and Faith’s hips started to rise and fall, in rhythmic pelvic thrusts under her. That was enough to finish bringing Xander back to full arousal.
Xander crawled on his knees up between Buffy and Faith’s legs. Faith lifted her hips higher and he took hold of her waist, and pulled them both toward his lap. He plunged his cock deep into Faith’s cunt. He gave her a few good, hard, thrusts before he pulled out of her, and plunged into Buffy. He went back and forth, a couple of thrusts into one, and then the other, back and forth until they were both coming.
He pulled out of Buffy, to return to Faith, but this time she raised her hips even higher for him. “Fuck our ass!” they both said, together. “Fuck it hard!”
Well, he couldn’t refuse a request like that, now could he? He drove his cock, thoroughly coated by Buffy’s and Faith’s juices, into Faith’s tight ass. It was nearly too much for him. It was only the strength of her sphincter clenching around him, on top of his own effort, that kept him from exploding right away into her. He still had to hold himself still for a moment, with Buffy and Faith still begging “Fuck us! Fuck us!” before he could start to comply. He felt Faith loosen her hold on him as he started to move again, slowly at first, but soon he was pounding hard into Faith’s ass as she and Buffy both screamed. Then he pulled himself out of Faith, and plunged into Buffy’s ass, driving himself hard into her, as well.
He knew he was nearly at his limit. There would be no holding back, the next time he came so he pulled out of Buffy, to return to Faith. It was Buffy who had received his seed the last time, so now it was Faith’s turn. He had barely penetrated her tight ass again when he started to come. He thrust hard and deep, pressing his cock as far up Faith’s ass as he could with each new convulsion.
When he was finally drained, he collapsed forward onto both Buffy and Faith. Buffy twisted around in Faith’s arms to accept his kiss, and then it was Faith’s turn. They lay together on the round bed, in a tangle of arms and legs while Xander recovered enough strength to be able to move again.
“I was planning on throwing this bed out, right away,” he said, “but now I’m thinking that we keep it for a little while, at least until we move ours in here.”
Buffy smiled at that. “Sounds like a good idea.”
Faith nodded her agreement. “Maybe we can move it downstairs, when it’s time to do the floors in here.”
“I think we’ve got a plan,” said Xander, “and much as I like just lying here with you guys, if we don’t get moving soon, Anya’s going to start wondering what’s keeping us.”
“Oh, I think she’ll have a pretty good idea,” said Faith.
“She’ll just be upset that she’s missing out on all the orgasms,” said Buffy.
Xander struggled to sit up. “We can’t have that. Last one into the shower is a rotten egg!” He rolled off the bed, and nearly collapsed as he tried to stand up. It was only the quick reflexes of Buffy and Faith that allowed them to catch him, and then they both carried him to the bathroom, where they declared their arrivals in the shower a tie.
The shower in the master ensuite was a marvel of modern plumbing technology. It had a giant rain head overhead, multiple nozzles that sprayed water from the sides, and wands on flexible hoses that let you spray water up into those hard to reach places. They had brought the basic shower supplies, so the three of them were quickly soaping down each other’s bodies, and scrubbing each other’s backs. Buffy and Faith lowered themselves down onto their knees in front of Xander to wash his cock together. They were a little disappointed that it didn’t respond at all to their tender ministrations, but that didn’t stop them both from giving it a good lick, and suck after they had finished rinsing the soap from it.
After their shower they all returned to the bedroom to get dressed again, and Xander had Buffy and Faith pick up the rolls of old carpet to carry down to the dumpster for disposal.
Something disturbed Xander’s sleep, and he opened his eyes just in time to see Buffy’s bare ass going out the bedroom door, before she closed it carefully behind her. He thought for a moment that she’d had to go to the bathroom or something, but he didn’t hear that door opening, or the sound of any running water, or toilet flushing.
He lay still in the bed, waiting for her to return, but after a few minutes it became pretty clear that whatever had gotten her up in the middle of the night was going to take her a while. He gave Anya a little nudge, that made her roll away from him, and rest her head on Faith’s breast, where she could listen to her heart beat, and followed Buffy out of the room.
He found her at the kitchen table, with textbooks around her, and writing in her notebook. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked quietly.
Buffy looked up at him, and smiled. “Just doing a little catching up on my school work. With everything else that’s been going on, I let myself get a little behind.” Xander frowned at that news, and Buffy quickly added “It’s no big, really. I haven’t missed any assignments, yet, or anything else important. I’ll be caught up in no time. I don’t really need the sleep.”
Xander could tell that she thought the expression on his face had been some sort of disappointment in her, so he hastily told her “I’m not upset with you; I’m upset with me. I should have realized that this Reward stuff was taking up too much of your time…and as for you not needing the sleep, I’m the guy who you leaned on while you napped in high school, after a long night of Slaying, remember?”
She smiled at that. “Yeah, I do.”
“So get done what you need to get done, tonight, and in the morning tell Anya that we need to schedule some study time for you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Xander leaned down and kissed her. “Come back to bed when you’re done…and when you tell Anya in the morning, also tell her that I said you deserved a spanking, for not telling us you needed more study time, sooner.”
Buffy’s smile got even brighter. “Yes, Xander. Thank you!”
Xander kissed her again. “Alright then. Goodnight.” He went back the bedroom, to crawl back into bed with Anya and Faith, and was soon back to sleep. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he was awakened again by Buffy rejoining them. He went back to sleep with her snuggled up on one side of him, and Anya on the other.
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