“Yeah, I get that,” Cordelia muttered. “I don’t think Xander will be too happy with my choice.”

“There she is,” Oz said under his breath. He watched while Xander and Willow converged on Buffy. “Let the fireworks begin.” He moved forward towards the others, and he knew Cordelia was right on his heels.

“Why are you doing this to us?” Xander hissed. He grabbed Buffy’s arm, and he jerked her around. “You’re the Slayer. You’re supposed to be better than the rest of us. You have this higher calling that some of us have only dreamed about having.”

Buffy tugged her arm away from Xander. “I’m still a person, Xander. I never asked for all this, and I’m doing the best I can.” She threw a tight lipped smile at Oz before she turned to rush down the hall towards the library.

“You’re causing bad karma,” Oz said.

“Really bad karma,” Cordelia echoed. “Everyone knows bad karma is bad for the complexion.”

Over the loudspeaker, an announcement blared. “Students and faculty, this is Vice Principal Beverly Palmetto. Last night, Principal Snyder had an unfortunate accident.” A yell of approval sounded throughout the halls. “Until further notice, I will be the acting principal. If anyone has any issues, please feel free to stop by the main office where the secretary will sign you up to see our brand new trauma counselor.”

Buffy halted at the library doors. She took a deep breath before she pushed open the doors with more calm than she felt. “Morning, Giles,” she called out.

“Buffy, we’re in here,” Giles answered, his voice coming from his office.

When Buffy entered the smaller room, she found Giles sitting at his desk with Amy Madison sitting in the other chair. “Hey, Amy. How are you?” she greeted the witch.

Amy nodded her head with a small smile. “I’m doing well, Buffy. Thanks.”

“Amy is worried about the chaos that was caused by Anyanka and myself last night,” Giles replied. “Some of the side effects might be bringing out the worst in people.”

“You mean like Xander and his over the top jealousy?” Buffy nodded. “I’ve already ran into it this morning.”

“Anyanka and I tried to reverse the chaos this morning but to no avail,” Giles continued. “She has gone to find out what has gone wrong.”

Anyanka appeared behind Buffy with a pop. “I can tell you exactly what went wrong. It’s Azriel. She’s Hoffy’s current favorite vengeance demon. She’s taken the chaos, and she’s using it to her own ends.”

“Can we stop her?” Buffy asked. “And who’s Hoffy?”

Anyanka shook her head. “Hoffy’s the head vengeance demon. The only way to distract Azriel is if you can find something more fun for her to play with.”

“Is she the one that froze Principal Snyder?” Giles asked. “Yeah, she’s the one.” Anyanka nodded.

The first bell of the day rang. Amy and Buffy left for class while Giles and Anyanka brainstormed for a solution to the chaos problem.

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Joyce entered her home after work with trepidation. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Buffy to be there or not. All she knew was that she wanted her daughter back home again. She went about the routine of taking off her jacket, hanging it up, and putting her purse and keys onto the foyer table. Joyce was startled when there was a knock on the door. She took a deep breath before she went to open it. Outside on the porch stood her ex-husband Hank Summers.

“I’m here,” Hank replied. “So, I see,” Joyce said in a cool voice. “Maybe I shouldn’t have been so accommodating when we were married. You seem to do better when someone tells you what to do.”

“I-I don’t know what you m-mean,” Hank stammered. He felt aroused by this different side of his ex-wife.

Joyce glared at the tall, gangly man. She recognized his excitement cues from the way his body twitched. The hand that jerked towards his crotch, but didn’t connect was the biggest tell. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. “You will go inside, and you will sit on the couch like a good little boy. Then, you will listen to what I have to say without any interruptions. Do you understand?” She waited for Hank to twitch again, and she smiled to herself when she saw what she was looking for.

Hank swallowed back his retort, and he nodded. When his ex-wife stepped back from the doorway and gestured for him to enter, he bolted into the house. The living room was on his immediate left where he easily found the couch. Hank perched on the edge while he waited for Joyce to follow him into the room.

Joyce blinked in surprise at how fast Hank rushed to obey her. Too bad she hadn’t known he needed a firm hand years before. She slowly closed the door before she moved into the living room too. Joyce stood in front of Hank with a no nonsense glare on her face. “Now, you will check into a hotel here in Sunnydale. You will stay here in town until our daughter is back at home where she belongs. When that happens you will convince the girl that you love her beyond everything else in your life. Is that clear?”

Hank nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Joyce’s cool gaze swept down Hank’s body to the bulge in his pants. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“W-what do you m-mean?” Hank stammered much like he had earlier.

Joyce’s glower turned colder. “You told me that I didn’t make you hard any more. Yet, you come to my house with that.” She gestured towards Hank’s erection.

“I don’t know, ma’am,” Hank said with a blush. He pressed his legs together, and he bent his body over to hide his arousal from the dominant woman in front of him.

“What do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could hide yourself from me,” Joyce growled. She was really getting into this now. It made her wonder if she could get some of her own back with her ex-husband. When Hank reluctantly exposed himself again, Joyce felt an awesome sense of power sweep through her. “I want you on your knees in front of me, Hank. Now!”

Hank fell on the floor in front of his ex-wife. He had no idea why he was letting her do this. He just hoped she’d have mercy on his poor throbbing cock. “I’m yours to command, ma’am.”

A smirk graced Joyce’s face. “Yes, you are. What should I have you do first?”

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Spike watched Buffy paddle around the swimming pool. She’d had a bad day at school dealing with Xander and all of his jealousy. He was glad the hotel he picked had a lot of midweek vacancies. As soon as it had gotten dark, Spike and Buffy checked out the hotel’s numerous amenities. He and the Slayer had been at pool’s edge for almost an hour without interruptions.

“The water is nice, Spike,” Buffy called out. “Nobody’s around. They won’t know you stripped down to your undies.” She gave the vampire a teasing grin.

“Are you tryin’ to find out if I’m wearin’ boxers or briefs, Slayer?” Spike smirked at Buffy when she blushed bright red.

“No!” Buffy protested. “I just thought you’d enjoy taking a dip.”

“Don’t you be fibbin’, luv.” Spike shook his finger at Buffy. “You’ll be in for a big surprise if I come in there with you.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. She made a couple of more laps around the hotel pool before she held a hand out of the water to wiggle her fingers at Spike for help out. When the vampire took her hand, Buffy pulled hard against him.

Spike only had a moment to realize his mistake before he found himself plunging into the tepid pool water. He struggled to the surface, spluttering water as he did. He glared at the giggling Slayer. “You’re in for it now, missy.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Buffy teased. “The big bad vampire is after me.” She raised her hands in playful defense.

“You better be scared.” Spike plowed though the water. He buried one hand in Buffy’s hair, and the other grasped at her barely clad hip. He gazed down at her with heated blue eyes.

“I am scared.” Buffy bit her bottom lip, and she dragged her teeth along the soft flesh. “I’m scared that if you don’t kiss me now I’m going to be very grumpy.”

“Can’t have a grumpy Slayer on my hands!” Spike leaned down to kiss the Slayer for the second time ever. Her sweet taste burst on his taste buds when his tongue swept across her open mouth. He tightened his grip on her hip while he pulled her even closer to rub his denim clad cock against her barely covered mound.