yes (reluctantly)

"I don't think so," said Joan and started to leave, only to discover that somehow during the conversation the blond customer had maneuvered herself between Joan and the changing room door.

"Not so sure of yourself?" Buffy asked, stalking towards the clerk. "Just one kiss. Then you can go. Or cum. Your choice." Before Joan could respond Buffy was on her, kissing her hungrily. One of Buffy's hands snaked among the clerk's short dreadlocks, locking her into the kiss, while the other began to massage her ass. To Joan's shock and disgust she found herself kissing back. Much as she hated to admit it, this girl really knew what she was doing. Buffy's top hand slid down from Joan's head and began to run lightly up and down her spine. Joan recognized her chance to pull away from the kiss, but somehow it wasn't happening.

Buffy's hand reached the small of Joan's back and the clerk moaned in mingled desire and defeat. That was her sweet spot, the place on her body most guaranteed to get her worked up during foreplay. Well, most guaranteed except--

Buffy broke away from Joan's lips and began kissing the right side of her neck, just below the corner of the jaw.

-- except that. It was like this blond had a map to every spot on Joan's body that could drive her wild, and was hitting each one. This situation was spiraling totally out of control. "We've got to--"

"Yes, we do," Buffy said.