Welch? Welsh? Whatever....

"Are you welching on the bet?" Xander asked. Then mused, "Oooor is it welsh?"

"Welsh, welch, whatever." Buffy threw her hands up in the air. And walking away from Xander she called over her shoulder, "Who cares. Just let it go, forget I ever said anything about a bet."

Xander caught up to Buffy, stepped in front of her and shook his head, "Hmm, forget about it? Like you would if you won? Au contraire, mon frere."

Buffy groaned. Looking for an outlet for her anger and embarrassment she kicked at a small rock on the road, sending it flying at least two hundred feet down the road. "Aaargh!"

"So when can I schedule my first lap dance?" Xander grinned as he watched Buffy stomp away from him.

"Never!" Buffy shouted.

Xander shook his head. He enjoyed watching Buffy walk away, his eyes falling to her tight butt as she stalked away. Perhaps I need to butter Buffy up, maybe she thinks she's got a flat ass or something... it's not a big juicy Baby Got Back butt but it is nice and toned and tight and... whatever... time to wing it....

"A deal's a deal, Buffy, you know that. A sacred covenant was struck by shaking on it. And the deal was you grind that magnificent bubble butt Sir Mix-a-Lot would sing about into my lap an unlimited number of times for one week."

Buffy hunched her shoulders and shivered. She really didnt want to go back on her word. And breaking a handshake deal was an even bigger no no. But she really didn't want to give Xander lap dances.

If only she had won. She had been so damn sure. She would have had a week of unlimited perfect touch massages. She really wanted to experience more magic touch massages.

Buffy wondered if there was a way that she could guilt Xander into still giving her those massages. Buffy didnt think it would be hard to do. If she wore her biggest heels while giving Xander a quickie lap dance she could then claim to need a foot massage afterwards.

Buffy tuned back into whatever it was Xander was saying as she heard the tone change in his voice from teasing to apologetic.

"Look, Buff, if it makes you feel self conscious about your body or whatever we dont... y'know, have to go thru with this. I don't want to give you a hang up about your butt."

Buffy scoffed in mock effense and couldnt help but reach back and grab her ass. Her big round meaty bubble butt. The kind Sir Mix-a-Lot sang about. One of the reasons Buffy wasnt super upset about having itty bitty titties was because she had a black girls hips and ass to offset her tiny tits.

"There is nothing wrong with my ass!" Buffy turned and poked Xander in the chest with a finger.

Xander stepped back, "Not saying there was anything wrong with your, uhm, magnificent derriere."

"Damn straight." Buffy reached out and grabbed Xander by his shirt. "C'mon."

"Where are we going?" Xander asked as he followed along behind Buffy as she started walking away.

"My house. Your getting your lap dance." Buffy announced.

"Seriously?" Xander asked excitedly.

Buffy turned her head to make sure he couldnt see her grin, she tried to sound tired and put upon, she was going to guilt him into offer a magic touch massage. "Yeah, but my feet still hurt from last night and having to dance about in my biggest heels is only going to make them hurt worse."

"You dont have to wear heels." Xander tried to assuage her.

"Xand, I'm tiny. You know it. I know it. I'm gonna need my biggest heels to dance for you." Buffy kept up the tired and put upon tone and angled for more guilt to make Xander feel like he had to give her a foot massage.

"Yeah, but theres a whole lot of awesome packed into that teeny tiny body of yours" Xander said reverently.

Buffy looked back and up at Xander. She smiled at him with true affection. The foot of difference in their heights was going to make her 4'9" little body giving his 5'10" avaerage self a lap dance awkward. "Thanks Xand. It's not easy being "kiddie" size."

"Not done growing yet, Buffy. Still time." Xander said weakly.

She rolled her eyes. She was super short. She was used to it. And it didnt look like that was going to change anytime soon.

"Not to change the subject but to change the subject," Xander raised a finger, "Question: whats your mom going to say about you giving me a lap dance in your living room, Buff?"