First thing's first: Lodging!

As Faith stands up and puts herself together, I noticed she's a bit unsteady and slightly swaying on her feet. Did she seriously cum so hard she lost the strength to stand straight? That's hot. I can feel my dick still hanging out of my pants start to stiffen a little and debate pushing the busty Bostonian back to her knees for an encore, then think twice. As much as I'd love to fuck this curvy slut to kingdom come and back, this program is supposed to be a buffet, not a drive through.

Reluctantly, I tucked the semi-stiffy back into my pants (it was a bit chilly anyway and I don't think I'd cover much ground buried balls deep in Faith anyway) and give Faith a moment to compose herself. She straightens her top that still provides an almost indecent amount of cleavage and buttons her own pants back up. The whole time she's been either staring at my crotch hungrily or practically eye-fucking the rest of me.

Being a gentleman, I helpfully point out some minor messes on her person. Namely the knees of her jeans are stained green from the rather vigorous activity of just a few minutes ago.

"You're uh, jeans are a bit messy." I state lamely.

Faith's eyes take a moment from devouring me to look dazedly at herself. Her hair is still tousled from the rough grip I took of her silky, dark locks earlier and her cleavage is still speckled with precum and slobber. She could not look more freshly fucked if she was a cheap hooker off the street.

"Huh?" she vocalizes dumbly, looking down at herself. She exhales a short breath that might have been a laugh, but her voice sounds a bit rough. Not surprising. "Yeah. Yeah they are." She again gives my crotch a very toasty look and then nonchalantly bends forward a bit to brush her pants somewhat clean of the worst of the grass stains.

Bending forward though gives me a tearfully beautiful look down the front of her top and her round, perfect tits. Tearing my eyes away from staring down her shirt, she's bent at the waist muttering to herself and seemingly unaware, or uncaring that her thong is riding up the back of her pants and very visible.

I take a chance that the program will let me get away with what I say next the same way it's let me get away with everything else so far. "You're a pretty massive slut, aren't you?"

Faith looks up at me blankly and for a moment I'm afraid I'm about to be on the wrong end of an ass-kicking. That thought quickly vanishes though as the dark slayer's face breaks into a mischievous grin and she replies with,

"Maybe. But I prefer to think of myself as tight, slick and compact." As she stands up her eyes are yet gain zeroed in on my crotch. Is my dick magnetized or something? "With great tits and an ass that will. Not. Quit." A naughty wink caps her statement off and I have to tell myself not to tear her clothes off and impale her in the first hole available. It's a challenge.

"So," she starts matter of factly. "what brings you to Sunnydale all sexy, dark and delicious?" As she waits for my reply, she wipes her cleavage and top down with her bare hands and sluttishly licks them clean. She even sucks on her fingers suggestively and makes sure to hold eye contact. She grins as I'm entranced by her display.

"I..., uh," I start. How the fuck is she this hot? I take a moment to compose myself as Faith watches me with a predatory, carnal gaze. "I'm actually here to visit some old friends I haven't seen in ages but I've kinda gotten myself turned around."

"Really?" she asks. "Any names? Maybe I could help you find them."

'This is my chance' I think to myself. "We all used to attend Sunnydale High School together." The Slayer slut's eyebrows go up at that and her interest in the conversation appears to become slightly less geared toward getting into my pants. Slightly. I figure some name dropping will advance the narrative a bit. More importantly, it may signal to the program that I'd like to move this along.

"There was this really sweet girl named Willow. Willow Rosenberg?" Faith seems super interested now. "We haven't talked in several months, but the last time we touched base, she told me she'd moved into an apartment with her girlfriend. The was also a couple of girls I used to know, Buffy...Summers? Her sister was always a sweetheart too. And the great Queen C, Cordelia Chase, of course. Never can forget her." And just because I couldn't help it. "Kind of a bitch though. Buffy and Cordy were cheerleaders back in the day too."

Faith's jaw is hanging open and she looks genuinely surprised. "Well I'll be bitten! I know them all! I know Buffy and Dawn are still at the same house they used to live in. Mrs. B left it to the sisters. Will and her girlfriend Tara Maclay are still at the apartment." Then she takes a moment to look thoughtful. "C though.... I think she might have moved out of her parents' place?" she shrugs, making her rack bounce slightly. "Maybe she's still at the big house? Fuck if I know. We could look up the address. Who're you staying with? I could walk you there." Her expression shifts back to a playfully horny grin. "Then again, I've got a motel room where the walls are so thin, the only way to not hear the neighbors is to be even louder." She approaches and licks her lips. "Whaddaya say, wanna make some noise? I wouldn't mind having you all to myself for a while."

You answer her smile with one of your own. You have a feeling that no matter where you go, there's going to be a tight, wet set of holes ready to entertain you. Whether they want to or not.

"Well..."