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Second Chapter Written By Opal and Beta'd by BTL.

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Part 2
By Opal
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After the interview, Spike lounged in a room with a few other men. While the others were comparing their build in the corner, he just kicked his feet up and lit up a smoke.

“Hey, there’s no smoking in here jerk!” one of the steroid infused men exclaimed.

“Yeah, asshole. Who the fuck do you think you are?” said another that had more hair gel in his hair than Angel.

The other three men just turned their backs, not wanting to participate in a confrontation. Neither did Spike for that matter, but quickly recognized that this was an opportunity he should take full advantage of.

Spike gave his best leer to them both, then put his fag up to his lips, inhaled deeply, and blew the smoke their way. As the two men, with their fists ready for action, encroached upon the vampire, Spike quickly shifted into game face and growled.

They mumbled their apologies and made their way out of the room. Two grown men pretending to be big bads, but were really a pair of pansies who easily defiled their pants when faced with the real Big Bad. Two down, three to go.

Spike rolled his eyes as he inhaled the foul odour that was left in their wake. Evidently it was foul enough that one of the other men began to gag, and then left the room. Got a bonus hit there. Spike took another drag off his smoke and smiled. He sized up the rest of the competition. He definitely didn’t understand how it was possible that one of the men got through. The man looked like he was plucked off of a Texas ranch house. He didn’t fit the Hollywood stereotype of vampire.

The other man looked like a ken doll. 100% GQ looks and American yuppie attitude to go with it. Spike was fully confident he had the both beat, and if not, he’d show a little game face to them too. He glanced at the clock on the television that was in the corner of the room. Only been a soddin’ half hour? Seeing as the other two blokes in the room were wrapped up in a conversation, Spike took the liberty to grab the remote control to the television and flip through the channels, all five of them.

And not one of them had Passions on.

Spike reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out another cigarette. The other two didn’t dare to move their heads at the sound of the metal as the lighter clicked shut. Leaning his head back against the couch, Spike relaxed and meditated. He reached out with his senses to ascertain if there were any demons he hadn’t picked up on. He was surprised at what he discovered.

The Slayer.

Spike pondered the interesting twist that was now presented to his plan. He wondered if she had even sense him yet. He doubted that she did. She was probably busy sizing herself up against the other girls.

He didn’t get much of a chance to think about that thought any longer. The same woman who had interviewed him earlier poked her head in and called the other two men out. He was momentarily disappointed, but it didn’t last long. Almost right after the other two were escorted out of the room, a beautiful red head in a business suit came in. He stood up to meet her and shake hands.

“Mr. Blood, I’m Andrea. I am the head of male talent for Vampire Condoms. I wanted to personally congratulate you for being selected as our male spokesperson for our national ad campaign.”

Spike smiled and thanked Andrea. He felt very good about her. She conveyed herself as a confident, yet warm and caring woman. He was even more impressed that she conducted herself as a professional. She didn’t look him down as a sex object. Spike found it rather refreshing for a change.

“Let’s talk about our next steps. As you know we are also choosing our female spokesperson today. Unlike the male spokesperson position, the female spokesperson is not as clear cut to pick. We have narrowed it down to two females, a blond and a brunette. Now we feel that in order to better sell our product, the pair we pick needs to have chemistry. This is why we are going to let you pick your female counterpart.”

Andrea reached for the remote control to the television and turned it off. She then pointed the remote to the curtains that were across from the couch Spike was sitting on. Behind the curtains had been what appeared to be a window and another audition area.

“Don’t worry Mr. Blood, we can see them and hear them but they can’t hear or see us,” Andrea assured Spike.

Spike sat back as they brought the first girl out. He was disappointed that it wasn’t Buffy, but he knew that she had to be one of the two. He could still sense her presence in the building.

He had to admit the brunette named Nicole was hot. She was thin, tall, and well endowed. Her hair loosely curled, and fell to the middle of her back. She was dressed a little on the risqué side. She had on black stiletto heels, a short denim skirt, and a top that bared her midriff. Spike could certainly envision himself doing the ad with her.

But she wasn’t Buffy. Spike wanted Buffy. He wanted his golden goddess.

Although his mind was made up on whom he’d select. He sat back and entertained himself with the answers that she gave each of the interview questions.

“First of all, I’d like to get your ideas on strategies that you think would work. What do you think of when I say ‘Vampire’?” the interviewer asked.

“Hot Sex,” Nicole answered dreamily.

Bint’s got that right, Spike thought.

“Ok. So if you had to think of a way to sell our product what would you do?”

“Umm, do you mean like a slogan or something?” she answered.

Agitated, the interview replied, “Yes. That is what I mean. A slogan.”

“Okay,” she giggled, “I guess I’d say ‘Vampire Condoms, a cape to keep you safe!’”

Spike immediately reassessed any possibility of working with Nicole. She was a female version of Harmony. He rolled his eyes and hoped that the interviewer would wrap this up quickly.

Apparently it wasn’t too much for Spike’s hopes to come true. Nicole was escorted out of the room by the same pimply faced teenager that had brought her in.

When they opened the door to escort the second selection in Andrea spoke up to distract him.

“Unlike the girl you just saw, this girl isn’t a professional. Yet she has that everyday, normal girl appeal about her. I think it will not only appeal to men but also women.”

Spike looked away from her. The beautiful blonde that was now in the room confirmed what his senses had told him.

Buffy.

He kicked back his feet and lit another cigarette. He wanted to do his best to look impartial at this point. Slayer’s answers to these questions ought to be good.

Spike snickered at Buffy’s first response about thoughts on vampires. He didn’t expect anything less than a natural response from the Slayer.

He raised his eyes though when she answered the question exactly in the way the interviewer wanted. Looks like kitten’s ready to play. Right then, it’s time to play.

Spike turned to the red head beside him to indicate he was ready to choose.

“Mr. Blood, if you had to decide right now would you choose…”

Spike didn’t let Andrea finish her sentence. He wanted to be damn sure he got his goldilocks.

“Buffy. I want Buffy,” he spoke with undertones of primal desire.

Andrea needed no further confirmation. She pressed a button on her remote, which turned changed the light above the entry way from red to green. He heard Tim the interviewer congratulate her on the job. He was surprised when Andrea rose and moved to the door that would open up into the interview room.

For a moment, Spike was unsure if he wanted to reveal himself to Buffy. It didn’t take him long to decide that the look on her face was well worth any anxiety he would go through in the next few moments.
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Buffy couldn’t believe it. Of all her luck, she would end up doing a vampire condom ad with Spike. In retrospect, she shouldn’t have been surprised that Spike would do something like this. She waited for the jests to come from the blond menace.

They never came.

“Good guess luv. Must be the hair that gives it away,” Spike replied to her. He held out his hand to her like a gentleman. Buffy picked up on the queue, and in kind placed her hand in his. Spike pulled her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her fingertips.

“Pleasure to meet you; I’m going to look forward to working with you.”

Stunned, Buffy could only reply, “Same here.”

Andrea took the silence that followed as her opportunity to get the two blondes moving along.

“Buffy, Spike, as you were both informed in the audition literature we intend to do all of our filming and photo shoots today. Our deadline is to get these ads into key publications in Boston, New York, Los Angeles, and London by Friday Morning. That is only 48 hours away, of that we have 24 to finish these ads, of that we only have 10 to dedicate to pre-production and production work. So without further hesitation, I’ll bring Buffy into dress and makeup. Tim please escort Spike in to Dominic.”

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Before Buffy could start being tended to by the clothing crew and makeup artists, she managed to sneak in a quick call to the house. Luckily Tara was home and available to take care of Dawn for the next 10 hours. Tara would also be able to keep the secret as to where she was and who else was here too.

“Ok Buffy,” Andrea called, “your outfit for the first shoot is ready for you.”

Buffy walked into the changing area. She shouldn’t have expected more than this for a company advertising condoms. On the table lay a spiked dog collar, a short leather skirt, fishnet stockings, and thigh high leather boots with metal spiked heels to match the dog collar. Hanging on the hook of the wall was a lace tank top and a sleeveless, midriff baring leather top which barely covered her breasts.

Remembering the time constraints they were under, Buffy stopped gawking and hurried to get dressed. As she finished lacing up her leather top, Andrea peaked in.

“Oh good, you’re ready; time for hair and makeup.”

Buffy was thrown into a chair that was across from a big mirror. The bright lights shining down on her were hot, but she was able to see the counter littered with more makeup than any household of women would ever need.

One woman was diligently manicuring her nails. Buffy couldn’t see the color because another woman was applying her makeup. And if that wasn’t enough, a third woman was blow drying out her wavy hair straight. At least this worked out for the makeup artist, because the length of Buffy’s hair allowed the hairstylist to complete a majority of the work standing behind Buffy.

After what seemed to be a world record for making a woman beautiful, Buffy looked in the mirror. She was mesmerized by herself. If she was like this, how would Spike be? Time to revel in her transformation was cut short, as she was dragged away to the set. As Andrea escorted her onstage, Buffy’s mouth dropped at the site of Spike.

Spike dressed in sleek, grey Armani suit. His curls slightly tousled, and gah!

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Spike just stared back at the blond beauty in front of him. Was that really his Slayer? His Buffy? She looked so wickedly sinful. Just for him. Had the bird said this would be in an Los Angeles paper? Gotta make sure Peaches gets a copy of this. Spike daydreamed about the face Angel would make as he picked up the paper to see little miss no longer innocent wrapped around his luscious body.

His reverie was broken as they were directed to step on to the first photoset. All they both could think was “What the?”

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