yeah, Drills. Exerpt from "You've Got Spike" by Michelle/Shelly. Spike works for a phone-sex line.
Anya smiled. “Yes, loud. Remember, you took your drill away from Spike?”
Oh, good hell. How could he forget? He'd walked by the open door of the Spike room to catch “Oh, Spike's got something for your ass. Something nice and big. Ready for it?” Followed by a familiar sound. He'd, against his better judgment, peaked in only to find Spike watching TV and revving Xander's drill close to the mouthpiece of his headset. Spike had grinned and waved. Xander had gone back to bed, curled up against Anya, dreamed of Spike with a drill-like penis, complete with interchangeable heads, woke up, jerked off in the shower, careful NOT to think of Spike, went into the Spike -room, taken his drill, cleaned and oiled it, took it to work with him and left it there. With much Spike pouting to follow. And Patty phone-pouting at him. And Anya joining in with them once the big pouting babies had told on him.
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Anya smiled. “Yes, loud. Remember, you took your drill away from Spike?”
Oh, good hell. How could he forget? He'd walked by the open door of the Spike room to catch “Oh, Spike's got something for your ass. Something nice and big. Ready for it?” Followed by a familiar sound. He'd, against his better judgment, peaked in only to find Spike watching TV and revving Xander's drill close to the mouthpiece of his headset. Spike had grinned and waved. Xander had gone back to bed, curled up against Anya, dreamed of Spike with a drill-like penis, complete with interchangeable heads, woke up, jerked off in the shower, careful NOT to think of Spike, went into the Spike -room, taken his drill, cleaned and oiled it, took it to work with him and left it there. With much Spike pouting to follow. And Patty phone-pouting at him. And Anya joining in with them once the big pouting babies had told on him.