Giles.

Buffy and Faith turned to see Giles, their oh so British watcher living up to his

title. He blushed bright red as the two young women looked at him. Faith smirked

at Buffy and winked.

"Older men in glasses make me so horny." Faith purred as she sashayed up to Giles

and reached out to cup his balls and gave them a squeeze.

Giles face became several shades brighter red and he let out a strangled squeak.

"Y..yes, umm quite." He stammered and began to polish his glasses.

Faith looked over her shoulder at Buffy and grinned.

"That's quite a package Giles has got down there." Faith said.

Buffy was dumbstruck by Faith's brazeness, with Giles of all people. Faith was

obviously trying to gross her out. As always when Faith led Buffy felt she had

to compete with the dark haired slayer.

"My Mom said he makes love like a stevadore." Buffy told Faith. "Well, she didn't

exactly say it. I was able to read minds once."

Faith slipped her leather jacket off and began to pinch her nipples through the

thin material of the tight crop top she was wearing.

"A watchers job is to see to the needs of his slayer," Faith said to Giles. "and

this slayer has a big need she needs seeing to."

Buffy wondered how far Faith would go to win this game of dare she'd started, but

was unwilling to back down and let Faith win. Buffy pulled her t-shirt over her

head and cupped her breasts in their white cotton bra.

"Yeah c'mon Giles." Buffy said trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

"Show me how a stevadore makes love."