Title: American Woman
Author: Andrea
Email: aegermaine@yahoo.com
Rating: R..strong R
Pairing: Willow/Giles
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters;Lenny Kravitz
owns 'American Woman'
Distribution: SB,Arwen,
Nickie,FeverFate,Emilie,BiteMe..anyone else, just ask!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Giles finds out about Willow's new job
Thanks: Derek for betabeta
Feedback: YES!

Dedication: To Donna. You know why. To Monique,
Vernon,Katie,Nikki Dutton,Eileen for their fantastic
fic of late....I'm in awe of you guys!!!!

Note:Strange Brew will be updated sometime
today...after I get some sleep.(been up for 30+ hours
straight...I hate studying!!!)

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"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''

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The End