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Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
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Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in this
story and make no profit from it.

Summary: A mysterious carnival appears on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Despite the sudden disappearance of townspeople and pets, Xander is
intrigued and wants a closer look. What he gets is more than he could
have imagined.

This story is based on a suggested story idea from the lovely Mystic Oblivion.




As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.


Jesse was frustrated as hell. He stomped his foot in the dirt and kicked
up a small puff of dust. He knew now he would never be able to make a
living as a rogue bounty hunter. He had lost his prey.

Buffy had left school early. He had hurried over to her house on his
way home,but he didn't see her. He had peeked in all the windows
and decided that where ever she had gone, it wasn't home.

He had then tried calling her cell phone repeatedly only to be directed
to her voice mail and the annoying message of "Hi. This is Buffy. Well
not really. This is Buffy's phone *insane giggle* can't answer. Leave a
message and I'll call back. Bye bye."

Jesse had not left a message.

When he got home, he had called Xander's house. When his friend's
drunken slob of a father answered, he told Jesse that yeah, Xander
was home, but no he wasn't calling him to the fucking phone.

Jesse was satisfied. He didn't want to talk anyway. When the sun
started to set, he slipped out and hurried over, taking a well known
path to a house he had nearly grown up in.

Hiding in the bushes of a nearby neighbor, Jesse had been there a very
short time when he saw Xander rush out. With stealth, skill and subtlety,
he stayed a safe distance behind, never losing sight of his buddy as he
watched him run to a rendezvous that would betray their brotherhood.

His plan was set. He would wait till Xander and Buffy met up. He would
give them enough time to get naked, work each other up into a frenzy of
passion and for Xander to stick his prick in her. When they were lost in
a haze of sex, Jesse would slip up and watch, just to make sure he was
right, then he would charge in and bust them in the act.

Considering Xander's kink for menage a toi, Jesse wondered whether
or not he was too angry to join in if asked. He decided he wasn't.

When they reached 10th street, Jesse was not surprised to see his best bud
dart toward the woods. Buffy always had struck him as the type that
would do it in the great outdoors, with leaves working their way up into
the crack of her ass and the off chance of being caught by an innocent
woodland creature or passerby.

Darting and ducking behind the foliage, Jesse cringed when his clumsy
feet cracked and snapped the dry twigs and branches under his oversized
Reeboks. Not surprisingly, Xander never heard. Jesse could tell he was
totally focused, running forward as though he were very late.

When they reached the clearing of Kutters' field, Jesse was startled to see
Xander neither slow or pause as he darted into the milling crowds at the
carnival. That was when Jesse lost sight of him.

"NO! Goddamn it!"

Jesse rushed in through the entrance gate and his eyes searched frantically around.
The carnival was packed. People in Sunnydale have a short memory and
a few missing hookers, bums and even a star athlete are not enough to
keep them from a good time.

He stared at the backs of each male head of dark hair and he examined
anyone wearing a worn grey t-shirt and windbreaker jacket.
Xander was nowhere in sight. He had disappeared. Again, Jesse cursed
and stomped his foot.

The thought of giving up and going home was out of the question. He knew they
were here and he was going to find them. Methodically, Jesse headed for
the far end of the field to do a full, quadrant by quadrant sweep, starting
with the tents of display and shows.

He passed by the freaks with a snort of disgust. He wasn't wasting any more
of his money on such blatant fakes, especially since there was nowhere inside
for two people to fuck like wild weasels without being caught.
Next to the oddities tent was a new one. A tent that hadn't been there
the night the four friends had double dated.

Jesse slowed and stopped. The huge banner that was being unfurled showed
a scantily dressed, big breasted, beautiful woman. Her long brown hair was
covered in a veil and the sign read,

"Escaped From The Sultans Harem! Faith, The Exotic Belly Dancer"

Jesse gasp. 'Holy Fuck!' He thought.

Just then, the tent flap opened and 'SHE' stepped out onto a stage set up
three feet off the ground. Jesse stepped closer, his fingers wrapped around
the edge of the wooden platform as the music from a cheap record player
started up.

Slowly, Faith started to sway her hips. Covered only in layers of colorful
scarves, Jesse was certain that if she just moved a bit to the left or the right,
he would be able to see some bare skin and maybe even a peek of dark
pubic hair.

Behind him, a cluster of men of all ages packed in and began to hoot, holler
and throw handfuls of change at her feet. In appreciation, Faith picked
up speed, undulating and grinding sexually, her full breasts bouncing
and promising to leap from their inadequate quarters at any time.

Reaching into his jeans pocket, Jesse pulled out the five dollars he had planned
on using for a can of Skole and pitched it at her painted, ring covered toes.
With a wink directed just for him, Faith leaned over and picked it up in a
seductive move that allowed a generous look at a large brown nipple.

The crowd went wild and Jesse's hand shot out as he whispered.
"Sweet Jesus on a Harley!"

Faith laughed and moved back just in the nick of time. Several men pressed
in, squishing the boy against the edge of the stage as they tossed their
own bills at her and hoped for the same response.

Faith did not disappoint as she mentally calculated her nights take. Then, just
before the mob got out of hand, the music stopped and a huge, burly barker
stepped out, signaling her to go in. The crowd threatened to revolt.

"Calm down, calm down. If you want to see the rest of the show, you
buy a ticket. Step right up. Only $5.00. Buy a ticket and see her dance.
See how many veils our lovely Faith will remove."

Jesse mumbled a curse. The bitch already had his last five and all he had
seen was one blink of a nip. ''What a fucking rip off.''

Jesse was bumped and muscled to the side by the pack of men as they hurried
up to buy their tickets and he continued to fuss. The dancer had been such
a distraction, Jesse had never noticed the short blond man who was dragging
his best friend by the arm as they passed directly behind him.
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