The others

Dawn and Joyce were marched down the corridor by a woman of about thirty although she could have been younger, it was hard to tell through the huge enhanced lips and the heavy layers of make-up she had caked on her face.

She was dressed in a pair of knee high red boots black fishnet stockings a red mini dress that barely covered her round ass and was only just containing the huge obscenely fake tits on her chest.

"Ma pimp is gonna be so damn piss, ah can't believe ah get called in to watch over some prissy bitches who ain't even fit enough to eat the cum outta ma ass. Ah should be walkin the streets lookin for some cock to suck not babysittin." she opened a door and motioned for Joyce and dawn to get inside.

"Ah mean ya lok like with some work ya could suck a guy off half good," she said pointing to Dawn, "But ya ain't got no tits and there ain't no guy gonna wanna fuck ya dressed like that and as for that one," she turned to Joyce, "She way to old for pimpin out on the streets, maybe some guy'll buy her out as his new washed out trailer park whore but she needs some major work done."

The two Summers women just stared in shock at what was being said about them.

The woman continued to drone on for a few more minutes about what a waste of time working with dawn and Joyce was and how much she'd rather be off somewhere else getting fucked before she left.

"Mom, what's going to happen to us." asked Dawn wrapping her arms around her mother.

"I don't know baby." she replied.

"But Buffy is going to get us out.

Tara and Anya were escorted to their room by a tall leggy blonde dressed in a tiny French Maids outfit who had called herself Fifi in a very bad French accent.

"Zis will be your room, eef you need anyzing just ask and I will try to help you." she turned on her impossibly high heels and walked out of the room sealing the door behind her.

Anya and Tara each sat down at opposite ends of the couch. and looked around in silence for a moment at what was in it.

"Rooms nice." said Tara finally deciding to break the awkwardness, “ A bit like Xander’s place.”

“I bet he’d rather be living here, if there a girls like that running around after him.” She turned to Tara, “He has a thing for costumes.”

“Really have you ever…..”

“Oh sure, Maids, schoolgirls, cheerleaders, teachers, nurses, **** girls, vampiresses.” He’s had me do them all.

“Vampiresses? Isn’t that a bit twisted even for Xander, ‘cause with all the slaying we do.”

“Whatever gets him in the mood, as long as the sex is great I’ll do it, you should try it sometime.”

“Willow and I aren’t really into roleplay and stuff like that.”

“Oh come on you must have fantasies about girls in uniform at least once, Xander fantasizes about girls in uniform, out of uniform, normal clothes, naked come to think about it so long as she has breasts Xander will fantasize about her, he assures me it’s normal the uniform thing, and I like fireman, and bank men and salesmen. So.”

Anya stared for at Tara for a moment.

“Well that maid was kinda cute.”