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Lindsey nods, grateful for that concession. "Thank you Mistress."

Having done her bit of mercy Darla continues to stroke over his encaged cock and balls, caressing his inner thighs. Lindsey continues to squirm and whimper as he tries to concentrate and drive.

"We'll try not to wake you up when we return." Smirking wickedly Darla explains, "We'll make sure to do all our fucking while we're out." Lindsey whimpers. So much for maybe getting to cum tonight.

"Something wrong Lindsey?" Darla asks as he whimpers again.

"Nothing Mistress."

"You're lying," She singsongs. "Tell us what's the matter. We can't take care of our Pet if we don't know when there's something wrong."

"Mistress, you had said perhaps if I was good I might get to cum tonight?"

"Oh yes. I remember now," Darla says. Turning to Spike she asks, "What do you think darling? Should we let him cum, or wait to see how he acts at the meeting?"

Spike's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Oh, I think we should wait."

Darla's eyes glitter in reply. "Of course dear, whatever you think is best." She says sweetly. Lindsey shivers a little in response, but there is at least a chance.

Continuing to caress Lindsey's thigh, Darla slips her other hand onto Spike's in a matching caress. "I can't wait till afterwards when we get to the club."

Spike purrs and strokes a hand lightly over Darla's neck and the top of her chest. "I know. To hunt again; to prowl through those crowds of barely-dressed mortals and pick out a tasty morsel."

Her eyes slip shut and Darla shivers at the combination of his touch and words. "Gods yes."

Spike hand drops a little lower, fingertips brushing lightly over her breasts and peaked nipples. "To have you watching as I fuck her for your pleasure and drain her life away..."

"Oh Will..." She moans. "Such lovely words, thoughts. I just know it'll be a magnificent sight."

"It'll be all the better since you're there to see it." Spike leans over to brush a kiss onto her neck.

Tilting her head she bares her neck to his kiss, her hand coming up to cup the other side of his jaw. "It's getting me wet just talking of it," She says candidly.

Spike slides his other hand up under her dress, the side-slit making it very easy, and dips a fingertip into her, bringing it back and licking her juices from it. "So it is."

Unable to stop herself Darla groans loudly. "Such a tease Baby." Pulling his mouth to hers she brushes her lips against his, tasting herself on them and moaning again. Spike purrs and kisses her again, deepening the kiss. His hand keeps stroking on her neck and the other touches her hair.

Surrendering to the kiss Darla tilts her head into it, sucking slightly on his tongue. The hand on his jaw slips down to stroke over the silk of his shirt. Spike moans as Darla's hand strokes over him. He pulls back finally from the kiss and growls a little. "I hate that we have this bloody meeting first."

Panting a little she lets her head falls back. "Me too. I could ride you right here, right now if we didn't have to go."

Spike moans at that. "Fuck, Darla, going t'be so good tonight."

"Oh yes. It is. Shame that Lindsey has to go to work tomorrow, else he could come too." She says with a faux-sad tone.

Spike chuckles. "A pity."

"Let's hope that the meeting will be short."

Lindsey snorts. "Not likely. Holland loves the sound of his own voice."

"Well," Darla smirks. "Perhaps Spike can persuade him that it's not all that brilliant a sound."

Spike grins. "I have been known to be persuasive from time to time."

Sharing his grin Darla says, "That you have. In many different ways." Darla sighs as a happy memory washes over her of Spike persuading Angelus to do something rather embarrassing with a goat. Revenge for some slight of Drusilla.

Lindsey pulls up into the garage at W&H. "Here we are."

Grimacing, Darla flops her head onto Spike's shoulder. "Bastard Lawyers."

Spike strokes Darla's hair. "I know, luv. The real vampires."

Sighing again, this time definitely not with happiness, she sits up straight. "Come on then, let's go and bullshit the biggest bastard of them all."

Spike gets out of the truck and puts a hand to help Darla out. He pulls her close, arm around her waist, as they walk to the elevator. Lindsey trails behind. Leaning against Spike as the elevator ascends, Darla breathes deeply, gathering her nerves. Spike strokes his hand reassuringly on the small of Darla's back.

"We can handle him, luv. We're Aurelians."

Lifting her chin, she smiles sunnily at him. "We are. And no arrogant pissant is going to bully or threaten us." She is not some pathetic human; she is Darla, favorite childe of Heinreich Nest.

Spike smiles back at her. "Exactly."

The elevator doors open and Lindsey guides them down to Holland's office. The white-haired lawyer gestures them in. "Please, sit down." He eyes Spike somewhat warily. Spike helps Darla into a chair and sits next to her.

Darla sits regally in the chair indicated. It's a horribly uncomfortable thing, obviously intended to make her feel intimidated. "Holland." She nods politely, but coolly. Smiling at Spike, she makes a point of *not* introducing him to the lawyer on the other side of the desk.

"Darla, Lindsey." He looks over at Spike. "And from what Lindsey tells me, you must be Spike. William the Bloody."

Spike inclines his head. "I am."