Xander could see the hungry light in Spike's eyes when he looked at the group of girls. It wasn't the same heat and love that he directed at Xander; it was pure want. Xander looked more closely at one of the girls, the one who had Spike's attention, and smiled. She was tall, athletic, with wavy dark hair, tanned skin and snapping brown eyes. She was, for all intents and purposes, a girl version of Xander himself. She stood back a little, as if distancing herself from the fans in the front of the group - the ones who were red-faced and crying, trying desperately to get a moment of Spike's notice.
Xander stepped up behind Spike, closer than actually necessary, close enough to press his crotch against Spike's ass and speak into his ear. "She's pretty, Spike. You want her?"
Spike kept looking straight ahead, but he ground back against Xander slightly. "What are you playing at, pet?" he asked quietly. "You know I only want you."
"Oh, that's too bad," Xander said, chuckling. "I was thinking we could share her. Don't you think she kind of looks like me? Wouldn't you like to be in the middle? Imagine how that would look, how that would feel." He pressed his erection into Spike.
Spike's eyes drifted shut and he groaned quietly. "You'd do that pet? For me?"
"Yeah, baby, it's all for you - I wouldn't get anything at all out of it," Xander said.
"You're evil," Spike whispered, turning to press his own erection against Xander's. "Get her. Bring her."
Xander tilted his head to kiss Spike lightly on the lips, and then watched as he slipped out of the backstage area, headed for the limo. As soon as Spike left, the majority of the fans did, too. The girl stayed, leaning casually against the wall, her eyes flicking to Xander's. He grabbed a security guard and handed the man an all-access badge, pointing toward the girl. A minute later, she was standing in front of him.
She held the pass in her hand and waved it at him. "What's this for?" she asked in a low, amused voice. Up close she was prettier than he'd thought, with wide eyes and lush lips. Her jaw was slightly square, and she was only a couple of inches shorter than Xander himself.
"You wanna meet Spike?" Xander asked her.
Her smile widened and Xander couldn't help grinning back. "You're Xander, right?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, liking the vibe he was getting from this girl.
"You're his pimp? I thought your role was a little...different."
"It is," he told her. "We're together."
She nodded. "Thought so. You guys looking for a playmate?" Her eyes twinkled.
"Yeah," he said. "You interested?"
She looped the lanyard of the access pass over her head, running a hand around the back of her neck to pull her hair out from under it. "I'm in. My name's Shane." She held her hand out to Xander.
"Nice to meet you, Shane, wanna fuck?" Xander said, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you, Xander. And, yes. A lot."