A Christmas Ball to Remember

Sarah got up early to make sure that she looked her best for the morning’s meeting. She hated winter mornings waking up alone and cold. She got out of bed and opened the curtains where a flood of light, the sun was out but it certainly didn’t radiate any heat, shame, as she loved the summer months. She walked in to the bathroom and adjusted the temperature of the shower and climbed in. She felt the powerful jets soothe her aching joints, she spent most of last night asleep on her sofa.

When she got in last night she had grabbed a cold bottle of Asti Cava out of the fridge, sat in front of the TV, and proceeded to drink most of the bottle and fell asleep at some point. When she had woken up and the TV was just a snowy picture, she switched it off and went to bed.

When she had finished in the shower, she got dressed in matching underwear, black satin with lacy trimmings, a lilac trouser suit and platform sandals. She applied her make-up making sure her lips looked irresistible to kiss. She added a little bit of channel no. 5 behind her ears and on her wrists and a little more to make her smell wonderful. She spiked her hair at the back with hair gel and pushed the side down behind her ears. She grabbed her handbag and car keys walked downstairs. With the money that she on and what she had saved from the other jobs she was able to buy a detached house with adjoining garage. She walked through the kitchen to the door that led to the garage. She used the remote to open the garage door and climbed into her Honda CR-V. Twenty minutes later she was at the hotel. She checked her watch it was only 7:30, checked her make-up in the rear view mirror and climbed out locking the door behind her.

***

Buffy on the other hand was still in bed, in her comfy pyjamas, her alarm had just sounded and she was just lying there thinking about the day ahead,

‘Willow is coming this morning, Angel and the other’s later. Angel…God I’d better get up and make sure that I look good to prove to him that I have moved on and still do…er… don’t have feelings for him.’

She quickly scuttled out of bed and had a shower and got dressed in record time. She decided to wear black trousers, a loose fitting blouse and black open toed high heels. She swept her hair back into a ponytail leaving a fringe that side swept to one side. Her make-up consisted of eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss.

She walked into her office, which consisted of a large desk, a black leather executive chair, a computer, fax, and a sofa that ran along one wall. On her desk was a picture of her mother, which had sadly passed away due to a brain tumour, a picture of Dawn and one of Willow, Xander and herself. She started to study the folder of Shannon Smith and after reading through the report, that Lilah had faxed over, it was true that she had all the characteristics of a slayer. Perhaps with the permission from her father as she was only fifteen then they would be able to ‘recruit’ her, as to say. She glanced at her wall-mounted clock; 8:15 she still had forty-five minutes before making her way to the boardroom. She decided that she would re-read the file and make herself aquatinted with it properly.

Giles was already in the boardroom, to room itself was large and there was a table that stretched most of the length of the room it could seat up to twenty people, nine each side and one at the top and the same at the bottom. At the top of the table there was a built in intercom that directly connected to the main office.

Just outside had a small reception area that at times of meetings they had a SIT there to take any requests made, it was like a work experience. It helped for when they grew older and left the hotel itself and had to make their own way in life, at least they would have some knowledge of office work. They also ran a programme where in the last year of the SIT training they could opt to take some proper work experience, but many of them had chosen to work at the Watcher's Council.

Giles was doing the same as Buffy reading the file of Shannon Smith. He had opted for the informal approach, a casual shirt that he left the buttons at the top undone and jeans. He knew that like the other meetings that they have had in the past with any of the SIT’s, that being in a room full of adults all wearing suits makes a teenage girl feel nervous and intimidated. So for the last few SIT meetings he had been dressing down, taking on a father type role. He put the file down and took off his glasses and started to clean them. He glanced at his watch 8:30, another half-hour and the meeting would be in progress, he jumped a little when the SIT that was on the reception desk came in carrying a tray with a jug of ice-cold water and five empty glasses.

“Good morning Giles.”

“Oh…um… good morning Eve.” She placed the glasses around the table and left Giles alone to his thoughts. He picked up his briefcase off the floor laid it on the table and took out the book that he had been studying all yesterday and most of the night. He briefly scanned the pages and took off his glasses, got up and crossed to the window the over looked the SIT’s outdoor training area. The SIT was following, Rona was another top SIT, and both her and Kennedy had the training down to a tee. Two and a half years ago there was just a handful of SIT now they had over fifty, from all over the world. Many of them had left for the real life but they all came for the annual parties as well as meetings to check in. But Kennedy, Rona and Amanda were the only ones left that decided to help with the training of the others. ‘Oh god…how am I suppose to tell Buffy? The world could be doomed if I don’t’ he thought sadly.

“Hello Sarah Kane’s office”

“Sarah it’s Mark, I’m phoning from the airport, Miss Smith flight has been delayed by two hours. I’ll phone you when I’ve collected her and I’m on my way.”

“Ok Mark, I’ll let the others know thanks.” She pressed the end button again then dialled the extension to Buffy’s room,

“Buffy it’s Sarah, Mark has just phoned to say that the flight has been delayed by two hours…Ok will do, he should be waiting in the boardroom I’ll phone up and let him know.” She replaced the receiver and looked up.

“I never heard you come in.”

“You were on the phone, I didn’t want to disturb you. Is everything alright?” Lindsey said with a smile on his face. She looked up at him noticing that his blue eyes were brighter than before and then she realised why from his position, standing the other side of her desk, he had a perfect view of her cleavage. She lent forward and rested her elbows on her desk she knew what he was looking at and wanted him to get a better look.

“I don’t know how much you heard but Miss Smith’s flight has been delayed, so roughly she will be here no later than one o’clock. Sorry it seems that you are going to waste your time waiting around for her to arrive. If you had somewhere to go, then I will phone you as soon as I know our chauffeur has picked her up.” She said hoping that he hadn’t.

“My plan’s were to spend the rest of the day here going through the contracts making sure they are up to date. Can you show me where they are kept?”

“I will in a minute, I just need to phone Giles to let him know the meeting is delayed.” She picked up the receiver and left a message with Eve to let Giles know what is going on.

“Right then if you would like to follow me I will take you to the file room, where the contracts are kept and if you wanted to look at the books for the hotel I think you will find everything in order.”

She stood up, walked away from her desk and Lindsey opened her office door for her and he followed her along the corridor to the back of the hotel to the file room. She unlocked it using her pass-card and stepped in. She fumbled around in the dark trying to find the light switch, when she did the florescent lights flickered into life. There were two long rows of filling cabinets and a desk on the left-hand side with a small lamp above it.

“On the left is the contracts for the SIT’s and the right everything to do with the hotel. The contracts are by alphabetical order and the hotel is by date. Anything else I can get for you?”

“So where’s your contract?”

“You will find mine in the hotel section in the first drawer,” she walked over to the right-hand side and opens the first drawer and starts flicking through them to find her one. She took the file out and handed it over to Lindsey.

“There you go Mr. McDonald.”

“Please how many times have we met now? And how many phone calls have there been? You don’t need to call me Mr. McDonald, Lindsey please.” He smiled it was a true smile that touched his eye’s. He walked over to the desk pulled up an extra seat, placed his briefcase on the floor and opened the file. “Come and sit.” He said patting the extra chair seat. “I don’t bite, honest.” She walked over and sat down next to him. They sat so close that his expensive cologne filled her senses and she felt a tingle run though her body and down in between her legs.

“So it says here that you’re single, you live alone and you own your house, all by yourself?”

“Yes, as I’ve got nothing to spend my money on I saved and brought it a little over a year ago.”

“You’ve got good collateral for someone who’s only twenty six.” He turned over the page and accidentally brushed his arm against her right breast. “Sorry,” he said softly.

“Don’t be sorry.” She turned in her chair to face him. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on her lips. He reached up and cupped her face in his hand as he broke away,

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.” It was her turn to take charge and lent forward kissing him passionately. He reached up and started to play with her nipples through her suit jacket, it hardened under his touch and she found herself leaning into his hand, wanting him to touch more of her breast. It seemed to last forever and she broke it off so she could get some air.

“We can’t not here. I’ve got a room that I use when I stay here late, it mine and we won’t be disturbed. It’s on the first floor in the east wing and the first door on the right, give me five minutes then meet me there. Oh and by the way passion pink lipstick doesn’t really suit you.” They both laughed and Lindsey took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped it off. She stood up, kissed him quickly on the lips and walked out of the room allowing Lindsey to adjust the erection that had started. He stood up replaced the file, grabbed his briefcase, turned off the lights and walked out making sure the door was firmly closed behind him. He walked down the corridor and into the reception area. He noticed Sarah speaking to a redheaded woman and briefly stopped in his tracks.

“Buffy’s in her room at the moment I think, just give me a moment and I will find out where she is. Ah Mr. McDonald is everything alright?” Sarah said as he approached them.

“I was just wondering if there was anywhere I can go to freshen up a bit before the meeting,” he said trying not to laugh at the situation.

“There’s the first floor in the east wing on the first right available if you would like to use that? Here’s the card, you know where you’re going or would you like me to get someone to show you?” She produced the pass card from her pocket and gave it to Lindsey.

“Right Willow if you would like to just wait here I will get someone to collect your belongings and call Buffy for you.” Sarah walked into her office and called Amanda to show Willow where her room was. She tried to phone Buffy, but couldn’t get an answer from her room so she paged her to go to Willow’s room. She walked out of the office and Amanda was just arriving.

“Amanda can you show Willow here to her room it’s the third level, the Kings suite and can you find Buffy to let her know. I’ve paged her but you know what she’s like, it’s more than likely that she has left it in her room. Thanks and nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“Yeah likewise.” Willow said and left with Amanda. Sarah waited for a few moments for them to disappear before moving up to her room. She couldn’t help but smile on the way there as she knew what was going to be happening and she felt a wet patch in her panties, as she got closer.

She reached the door and knocked, Lindsey opened the door with a champagne flute in one hand, and the cold bottle that Sarah had kept chilled in the fridge for a special occasion in the other.

“What if I said that I was only coming up here to let you know that I’ve changed my mind?” A mischievous smile played on her lips. She closed the door behind her and walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Lindsey followed noticing her tight arse.

“Would madam care to join me in a drink?” He bent down and handed her a glass and popped the cork of the bottle. Lindsey poured out the champagne in Sarah’s glass and then his own, putting the bottle on the glass coffee table in front of them. After a few sips he took her glass out of her hand on placed both glasses down. He lent forward and kissed her. She responded with desire and need, she had never wanted a man so badly like she did him. She started to undo his tie and pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. He broke the kiss and took the jacket from her stood up and placed it on the back of a nearby chair. He offered his hand and she took it, he helped her up and then started to kiss her again. He removed her jacket and was amazed that she wasn’t wearing a blouse under it, he placed it over his jacket saying,

“We don’t want to get any creases, it would look unprofessional if we turned up at the meeting looking like we had both been pulled through a hedge backwards.”

He crossed to her and started to nuzzle her neck while toying with the straps to her bra, and then reached behind her to release the catch that held it together. He slipped her bra off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He bent his head and touched her left nipple with his lips, brushing it gently, then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Within seconds it had tensed and hardened. Taking it in his mouth he begun to suck insistently, each tugging movement making her tremble with a shock of pleasure.

He seemed to know just how fast and hard she wanted. Then his other hand closed over the other nipple and he teased it lightly, nipping and pinching, massaging her breast with a circular movement of his palm. His kisses were so soft that it sent shivers down her spine, he began to get lower and upon reaching her waistband, he unzipped her trousers and steadied her while she stepped out of them. She was standing in the middle of her living room at the hotel in just her sandals and underwear. Lindsey stood back admiring the view, she bent over giving him a perfect view of her arse which was only cover by the small piece of material of her thong. She collected the glasses and the bottle and walked over to the doorway that led to the bedroom. She stopped it the doorway and glanced over her shoulder,

“Coming?” she asked with a smile on her face. He followed her to find that she had a king-size bed so that meant there was plenty of room to play. He bent down, took off his shoes, socks shortly followed by his trousers he stood there in just his white boxers that had tented at the front. She took a sip of her champagne and walked over to him she started to kiss his chest, he wasn’t exactly muscular but his torso was well defined. He bent down and scooped her into his arms and walked over to the bed and laid her down. He laid to one side of her and started to kiss her again while he traced his fingers up the inside of her thigh, sending little electricity bolts through her entire body all the time getting nearer to the place she so longed to be touched by this man. He shocked her by ripping her thong off and let the remainders of it fall to the ground, until then he had been gentle with her.

“Hey that was my best thong!” She said playfully slapping his arm.

He laughed softly and rubbing her swelling clit, gently at first and then harder trying to discover the speed and pressure that turned her on. Her reactions taught him how to please her. Waves of pleasure shuddered through her. His fingers stroked and teased expertly. She reached down and her hand closed around the thick stiffness of his twitching prick, and involuntary spasm of surprise and pleasure made her shudder.

She looked down at what she was fondling for the first time. His cock was as thick as her wrist. As she held it tightly, she could feel the bulging veins pumping rhythmically as his hot blood surged into the inflated tube of flesh. She began to pump the throbbing cock with a tight fist, jerking and squeezing it in a way that was both gentle and violent at the same time. He moaned and then by her surprise plunged three fingers deep into her soaking pussy and slopping them round in a circular motion which made her heave her buttocks up towards him with rising passion. She splayed her legs wide, easing the passage of his rotating, probing fingers into her hot and horny wet hole as it hungry depths ached to be filled.

She pulled on his huge organ insistently urging him to move over her prone body and slip his welcome cock between her quivering, inviting thighs. But he had other ideas, pulling his fingers from her dripping fanny, he slid his hand around Sarah’s smooth rounded buttocks, his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh. Roughly he turned her over until she was laying face down on the bed.

"Now - bring your knees up," he said huskily, as he pulled himself to his knees and straddled the back of her legs.

She did as she was told, drawing her knees up until her round, white bottom reared up provocatively. He moved behind her and she could just feel the hard, hot knob of his throbbing cock touching lightly on her buttocks. He inched in closer behind her and let the long shaft of his cock slide under her soft cheeks until the burning, pulsing thick tip of it was resting against her fleshy lips of her oozing slit. He slid it up and down against her dripping pussy a couple of times, until her freely flowing juices had lubricated it thoroughly, then pulled back slightly, so that just the bulbous tip of his cock was again poised at the portal of her hungry hole. Teasingly, he contracted his muscles so that his prick jerked just slightly against her fanny lips, and then pulled back. She thought that he was going to call the whole thing off and she moaned and squirmed in frustration. She pushed her arse back trying to get to his cock and with consummate timing, he chose that second to lunge forward again, burying his great prick deep inside her welcoming sheath. She let out a gasp of pain and pleasure as the huge tool rammed home, writhing her buttocks against his belly frantically and feeling the swollen weight of his hairy balls against the soft cheek of her behind.

As he was thrusting into her repeatedly, his arms snaked around her waist and his hands cupped around her soft breasts to squeeze them roughly each time his shaft struck home. She gasped, willing him to probe deeper into her and discover every last inch of her pussy with his cock.

They both started rasping for breath as he continued to ram hard and fast into her, both their orgasms approaching fast, he picked up his pace as he felt her inner muscles start to contract around his cock. He knew he couldn’t hold on and they came together, her hot and slippery juices washing over his creamy sperm straight out onto the bed, soaking the sheets and her inner thighs. He pulled out of her and fell on the bed with enough room for her to lay with him, without being in the wet patch. She moved over and laid her head on his chest.

“That was fantastic,” she murmured finally.

“We must do that again some time.” She snuggled deeper into the crook of his arm and for the first time in ages she felt safe and warm.