"Excuse me? Where is your phone?" Giles asked the surly bartender.

Reaching underneath the counter, the bartender whose name tag said 'Sid', pulled out a phone and plunked it down in front of him. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Giles picked up the receiver and began to dial for a tow truck. His new rent-a-car had broken down a half a block away, and since he didn't have a cellular phone, he had to walk until he found a pay one. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn't have to walk far, before finding this bar. 'No.' he amended to himself, taking in the atmosphere of the place.' More like a dance club from the looks of it.'

"WHOO!!!!WHOO!!!!"

He turned at the sound and saw the center stage. 'Yes, it's a dance club. Except only women are dancing and the men are drooling.' he mused, watching the male patrons practically drown in their own saliva in anticipation for the next girl.

"Now presenting our newest sensation, Arbolita!" the announcer yelled.

The crowd began to clap and cheer, stomping their feet as the sounds of 'American Woman' began to play. Giles observed amused, not quite believing that grown men could act so childish.

The lights suddenly dimmed except for the ones running on the stage. Blue with a hazy tint illuminated the stage giving it a futuristic glow. When one light in the middle of the stage came up, Giles noticed a single chair sitting on the runway. Looking towards the back of the stage, he saw a figure slowly, seductively walk out. From where he stood, he couldn't make out who it was.

Standing up, he walked a few paces and then stopped abruptly. He stared at the figure coming closer to him, and his jaw dropped about ten feet. 'No! It can't be.' he thought, still in disbelief. 'My eyes must be playing tricks on me. Yes, that's it. Why else would..'

''American Woman
Stay away from me
American Woman
Mama let me be''

Walking down the runway like a model, she continued until she reached the chair. Grabbing the back of it, she twirled it around until her lithe body was straddling it.

Moving closer, Giles felt his body start to respond to her. The way she carried herself, the way she walked and most importantly, the way she looked, all helped to contribute to the new ache in his groin.

She was wearing a tight, black leather corset with matching daisy duke shorts, which showcased her bare, porcelain, slender legs. The top, a corset, laced criss-cross up the front, to give her an ample cleavage. Even under the strobe lights, Giles could see the creamy skin set against the dark leather. Running his gaze down her body, he sucked in his breath, noticing for the first time the apparel she wore on her feet.

Calf-length, black boots, the shiny vinyl reflecting the running lights of the runway off them, he lustily wondered how she was able to stand in those spiky heels.

He inched himself closer, unable to take his eyes off the sexy siren on the stage. He couldn't believe that this was Willow. Half of him was wondering what she was doing up there and the other half didn't care as long as she didn't stop.

''American Woman
Stay away from me
American Woman
Mama let me be''

Still straddling the chair, Willow stared straight ahead and her eyes widened. She couldn't believe her eyes. He was there! Standing there, watching her. The idea thrilling her more than it should have. Briefly she wondered why he was there and dismissed it just as easily, when a thought popped into her mind.

She was going to give Giles the performance of her life. One that neither he nor she would ever forget.

''Don't come hanging around my door
I don't wanna see your face anymore
I got more important things to do
Than spend my life going here with you.''

Never taking her eyes off of him, Willow slowly lowered herself into the chair, her long legs straddling either side. She lightly ran her hands up the back of the chair, her fingers caressing the wood sensuously. Grasping the back with a firm hold, Willow slowly, sexily leaned back,, her red hair cascading like a waterfall down her back.

The position allowed Giles a nice view of her chest, the way her breasts raised in the air. Licking his lips deliciously, he watched, eyes hungry at the sexy sylph teased and tantalized the audience with her movements.He knew he ought to be ashamed or even embarrassed at watching his ex-student performing an erotic dance. But, he amended, she was no longer the shy,16 year old he'd first met those years ago but instead a volumptous, beautiful young woman who knew what she wanted. And from her performance so far, knew what the audience wanted to see. Including him.

''American Woman
Stay away from me
American Woman
Listen to what I say ''

Willow rose up, her eyes locking with Giles', green on green. She smiled lasciviously, biting her lip suggestively. She knew he was looking at her and vice versa.

Giles' eyes narrowed at her gesture, his lower body responding even more to her. He pored into her, knowing that she was doing all this for him and vice versa.

He watched, entranced as she slid her hands slowly up her legs, caressing the smooth flesh. Running her hands up her thighs, she trailed her fingers up the leather corset to her breasts.

The crowd went wild as Willow cupped them gently, the leather pushing them to the edge of the material. Catching Giles' eye, Willow squeezed her breasts briefly before standing up.

"WHOO!!!!!" the crowd roared,stomping their feet.

Giles stared openmouthed, unable to focus on anything but her chest. The intimate gesture sent his blood racing. 'If she does this in public, what does she do in private?' he mused with interest.

''American Woman
Get away from me''

Walking down the stage, her hips swaying seductively, Willow reached the end of the runway. Giles gazed at her, wondering what she was going to do next. Willow slowly descended the stairs, her arms behind her. Innocent yet dangerous, Willow's walk gave off the air of sex, the 'come and get it' look on her face adding to the look.

''American Woman
Mama let me be''

As she walked towards him, she didn't once break contact with him. Even with all the other men whistling and cat calling, her attention was focused on one man. A man, whom she'd fantasized and dreamed about since day one. The man who personified strength and wisdom, love and passion like no other. The man, who with her own eyes, she could see was having an effect on him. The thought that Giles was getting turned on by her, sent slivers of desire up her spine.

Reaching her destination, Willow stood right in front of him, her body inches away from his. She raised her eyes, her breath drawn the minute she saw his face. No longer Giles, but more Ripper, his eyes dark with lust and his grin wicked.

Giles stared into her clover green eyes, eagerly anticipating what she was going to do next. He knew that all eyes were on the two of them but he didn't care. All that mattered, at this point, was that this gorgeous, bewitching vixen, that he'd desired for years, was dancing for him and he didn't want her to stop. Not even if the Hellmouth threatened to open.

Stepping closer, so that their bodies were pressed lightly together, Willow followed the beats of the song.

''Don't come knocking around my door
I don't wanna see your shadow no more''

Straddling his right leg, Willow slowly, torturously lowered herself to the ground, her hands on his denim-clad leg. She grasped the strong muscled thigh, using it as a pole to hold onto. Snail-like pace, she tantalized him by descending down his leg, her eyes never leaving his. Her lithe legs stretched out with every movement, so that she ended up doing a split, her firm behind leveled off the floor.

''Could the lights get hypnotize
Sparkles in someone else's eyes''

Giles wasn't sure he was breathing. He knew he was still standing if the siren attached to his leg was any indication. But, other than that, his mind was blissfully on other things. Libidinous, wanton things.

Of all the things he thought Willow would do, this was certainly not one of them. The feel of her gentle, but firm hands on his leg, caused his erection to throb. He had stared transfixed on her beautiful face, as her amazing body lowered itself on him. His eyes burned with lust and the passion he felt for her was almost out of control.

''American Woman
said get away
American Woman
listen what I say

Don't come banging on my door
Don't wanna see your face no more''

Just as she went down his leg, Willow slowly rose up, her hands yet again following the same path as before. As her hand was nearing his groin, both of their breaths sped up and Willow bypassed it, lightly running her hand along his hipbone, up to his chest.

Giles waited for her next move, his body immobile. He licked his lips, smiling as his gesture caused Willow's breath to speed up. He smiled knowingly, realizing that he was having the same effect on her that she was on him.

''I don't need your war machines
I don't need your ghetto scenes.''

Willow danced around him, running her hand along the strong line of his back. She closed her eyes, feeling the hard muscles through the wool of his sweater.

''Could the lights hypnotize,
sparkles in someone else's eyes''

Giles closed his eyes briefly, savoring her fairy touch.At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her senseless, breathless. But, he didn't think he wanted to do so in front of all these people.

Walking around to face him, Willow grinned beatific at him. Giles returned her smile, his grin both promising and lascivious.

As they stood there, simply smiling at each other, the crowd, who had been whistling so loudly that the roof of the building was almost gone, chanted, "More! More!!!"

She raised her eyebrows in suggestion and he smiled in response, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the club.

"WHOO-HOO!!! YEAH!!!" the audience cheered, as Giles lead Willow willingly out the door.

''I gotta go
I gotta get away
Baby, I gotta go''

Once outside, the beats of 'American Woman' still playing, Giles pushed Willow against the wall of the club, placing his hands on either side of her, pinning her to the wall.

Willow's eyes widened, a slight fear and excitement fighting a battle for dominance in her at the sudden change in Giles. He, now seemed more Ripper than in the club, and she wondered excitedly what he was going to do.

Leering at her, he asked huskily, "What were you doing in there?"

"I think the better question is what were YOU doing in there?" she retorted.

"If you must know, my car broke down a mile back. And I was waiting for the tow truck driver." he replied. Leaning in, Giles said darkly, "Now, I've answered your question. You answer mine. What were you doing in there?"

Breathing heavily, Willow answered. "My job."

"What?"

Looking sheepish, she repeated. "My job. I needed some money,so I decided..."

"To dance in front of strange men?" He growled out, an anger to his voice. "Men who's sole purpose is to ogle beautiful women?"

"Including you." she said defiantly.

''I wanna fly away
I'm gonna leave you once more
I'm gonna leave you once more

Bye, bye Bye, bye

You're no good for me
I'm no good for you
Looking right straight in your eye
I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do''

Giles growled, his hands digging into her fiery, red locks. He tilted her head back to look into her emerald eyes.

"You're right, my little vixen." he whispered huskily."Shall I show you what happens when you tease someone with a sexy dance like you did to me?"

''I'm gonna leave you once more
I gotta go
I'm gonna leave you once more
I gotta go''

Before she could say anything, Giles' mouth descended rapidly, his lips crushing hers. Nipping and biting her soft lips, Giles used his mouth and teeth to get her to open her mouth for him.

Willow moaned and her mouth opened in a little 'O'. Giles took advantaged of this and plunged his tongue in, sweeping away all resistance and claimed his territory.

Lost in his kiss, Willow grabbed his arms, needing to hold on to something solid, fearing that her knew wouldn't hold up from the onslaught of his kiss.

Tongues mingling, teeth nibbling lips, the kiss was fueled by the exotic dance and pulsating rock beats of the song. All the passion, all the want that had stirred up inside the club, resonated itself in that kiss.

Pulling away for air, Giles gazed intently at her, taking in her swollen lips, lack of breath and glossy eyes. Smiling at the desired effect he had on her, Giles said, "Well?"

"Hmm?" she answered, her mind in a pleasurable haze.

"Willow. Or should I say Arbolita?" he asked wirily.

Willow closed her eyes and groaned. "That's my stage name."

"I gathered." Giles tone suddenly became much softer. "Why?" he dropped his hands to her shoulders, holding her close.

"I needed the money." she looked slightly ashamed. "And this was the only job that paid well."

"Willow." Giles looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. Wrapping his arms fully around her, he said,"Promise me you won't dance in public anymore."

She nodded. "I promise." Smiling suggestively, she wrapped her arms as well, loving the feel of his strong chest against hers. Wiggling her eyebrows, Willow offered, "And in private?"

Grinning widely, Giles bent his head to capture her lips in a quick kiss. Releasing her, he amended," Well, that's fine." He leaned into her, adding, " As long as it's with me."

She nodded enthusiastically. "You're very own private dancer."

He groaned his approval before once again, surrendering himself to her kiss.

''American Woman
I gotta go
American Woman''