Reece's Faith (102 page)

"She saw it?" Violet nodded. "I gotta tell you, ever since you mentioned it, I've been a bit distracted too."

The pierced smiled knowingly, "Do you want to see it?"

Reece thought about it for a second. "I don't know. I want to see it, but I don't want to ask you to drop your panties and spread 'em, if you know what I mean." Reece's eyebrows flew up. "Did I just say that? I never thought I'd say something like that in my life!"

Vi laughed, "Yeah, and it shows how whipped you are." Reece frowned and Violet smiled. She got up from the chair and stood in front of Reece. "Faith had no trouble demanding that I spread 'em." She pulled down her underwear and handed them to Reece who dropped them on the couch. She watched as Reece stood up and made some distance between them, blushing a little, and Violet smiled at how cute that was. "Are you actually embarrassed?"

"Fuck you, Violet. I am not."

The piercer chuckled at her discomfort. "I think it's cute, really. You're going to have a hell of a time explaining this to Faith, aren't you? You feel like you're doing something wrong, don't you?"

"Well, in a way... yeah," the club owner admitted.

"That's a good answer, Reece. I am very relieved to hear it."

The tall woman nodded.
Yeah, it's not like I'm being unfaithful, I just want to see her piercing. I shouldn't be this fidgety.
"Well then, are you going to lift up your skirt or do I crawl under it?"

"Ha ha... " The piercer lifted her skirt and, to Reece's surprise, she spread her lips.

"Jesus, Vi! That looks painful!" Reece had to stop herself from touching it.

"Just don't play with it, Reece. It may only be the hood, but it's still my clit."

Reece nodded at the instructions. She could only imagine how it would feel. "Wow, I bet you come so quickly with this." The club owner tilted her head to get a better look. "I can't believe you shave the entire thing Vi. If Faith did that, I'd feel like a child molester."

"That's what Cori said. I just like it better like this. And I do come pretty quickly if you play with it."

Reece felt like this was a dream or something. She was actually on her knees, in front of her friend, who was holding her sex open for her to examine. She stood up quickly and shook her head. "How weird was that just now?"

Violet laughed as she pulled on her panties. "I'm so used to whipping it out at work for the potential clit piercings that I'm immune to embarrassment. I have to admit, having you on your knees like that was a great experience. I'll treasure that visual for a long time," she wiggled her eyebrows.

The club owner narrowed her eyes. "I bet you will," she teased.

Violet knew Reece felt awkward so she changed the subject. "So, you wanna come with me today? My partner is out today and it will only be me in the shop for a couple hours. I really don't want to be alone."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place? Let me shower and we'll head out, okay?"

"Thanks, Reece. I appreciate it."

 
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Faith had a shit-eating smile on her face all day long. John couldn't get her to fess up to the source of her glee, but he was absolutely positive that it had something to do with Spike. He kept bringing up her name just to see Faith's reaction and it confirmed his assumptions. She would arch her back on occasion, like she was afraid of leaning on the chair, she was constantly avoiding any physical contact and he was dying to know why. He figured Reece must have done something memorable to her and she kept reliving it when he brought up her name. As she walked into her trailer, the make-up artist thought of ways to make her talk. "Did you get a tattoo?"

"What?" Faith sat on the bed and gave him a strange look. She had no idea why John would ask that question.

"Well, you are protecting a certain part of your body and I was just wondering."

Faith blushed, "No, I didn't get a tattoo."

He frowned, not getting the answer he wanted. "Well, are you going to tell me why you're acting so weird?

John was like a best girlfriend and she felt comfortable talking to him. "I have a few scratches on my back that I'm trying to forget, but with you bringing up Reece all day long, I can't do that," she explained.

"Spike scratched you? Isn't it the femme who scratches?" he asked with confusion.

"For someone who hates stereotypes, you certainly said a mouthful."

"Oh, I did? I just thought..."

"No, it's okay. I just get tired of that. I look the way I look, so I can't be gay. Reece looks the way she does, so she must always be on top. I just get so frustrated sometimes," the actress threw up her hands in defeat.

"I hear ya. Something happen?" John sat down next to Faith and rubbed her arm.

"Yeah, but I think I took care of it."

John pushed her hair off her forehead. "I'm sure you did. Now that I know you're on top, I have no doubts to your abilities," he grinned. "I'm in awe, even."

Faith snickered. "I'd be lying if I said that's true. Reece
allows
me certain liberties, but..." Faith smiled indulgently. "Actually, Reece was plenty in control when she scratched me up like this."

"Lemme see?" he asked expectantly.

Faith turned around and lifted her shirt. John gasped, "Spike has some set of claws!" He made cat noises.

"Honestly, her nails aren't that sharp, but she's strong, and anyone can do damage if they keep going over the same path," she shivered at the memory and she heard John snicker. "Oh, you laugh, Mary. If it were you, you would have fainted after the second run. I barely contained myself."

"I'm very impressed," he said truthfully as she put her shirt down. "I would faint from the mere idea of her putting her nails on me. You have my respect. Especially since I see that the marks didn't end at your waist line."

Faith groaned at the memory. "No, they don't."

"Ew... are you getting horny?"

"I have been perpetually horny, lately. I think there's something wrong with me," she said with a giggle.

"Nah, it's normal. Plus, I
know
you're at
that
time. You always have a few extra hickeys when that happens," he said with a confident nod.

"I do?" Faith wondered if this was true. "You know? I think you're right. I do get a little... demanding around this time."

"Honey, most of my friends are women. You're not alone. Besides, not many women let their partners near them, let alone Hoover all over them like you let Spike."

"Well, it certainly is a fight, she can be pretty insistent, but this time I'm not letting her near me either. I just don't feel comfortable."

"Poor Reece," he said with an exaggerated sad expression.

"Hey, whose side are you on?"

"With the hormones you're throwing around, I'm on hers," he said with a nod.

"Thanks a lot," she threw a pillow at him.

"Hey, no problema. I feel bad for you when you're done. She's gonna show no mercy, you can count on that."

Faith shuddered at the thought... in a good way. She knew she was torturing her lover, but she couldn't help it. Just remembering Reece begging for mercy this morning was enough to start her heart pounding all over again. Picturing the club owner's naked, sweaty breasts heaving as she gasped for breath was making her stomach clench. She stifled a groan as she recalled Reece's fingers clenching her head painfully tight in an attempt to pry Faith's face from between her legs. "I deserve whatever she's going to give me, John."

"Just what are you doing to her, Louise?"

"Whatever I want." The actress thought about how Reece was allowing her to run rampant and how she took complete and total advantage of it. Then she thought of how she left Reece this morning, dead to the world and snoring her head off. The club owner wouldn't let her get away with this unless she had some ulterior motive. "Oh god, I am so in for it," she chuckled.

"Oh yeah, and I pity you," John snorted.

 
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The phone was ringing as soon as Violet unlocked the door to the studio. Reece finished turning on the lights, so the piercer could answer it. She only heard the one side of the conversation and snickered, knowing immediately who was on the other end.

"Yes baby, I swear. She's right here. I'm not alone," Violet rolled her eyes. "Fine, here," she held out the phone to the club owner.

Reece took it and chuckled, "Hey, Freak."

"I am so glad you're there. Did she tell you about the crazy guys who came in last week and almost trashed the place?"

Reece's eyes narrowed and she shot a look at Violet, "No, she didn't tell me that."

"Well, I told her if she couldn't get you to come there, I would stand there with a bat and just bop the guys that looked like trouble."

"
That's
good for business, Cori," Reece laughed, knowing full well Cori would do it. "I'm here and I'll stay until the guy comes later, okay?"

"Thank you, Reece, I owe you," Cori blew kisses into the receiver.

"What was that, Cor? I was scratching my ass with the phone."

"Asshole."

"Freak." Reece held out the phone, "Here, Vi."

The piercer took the phone and Reece went snooping around the shop. It looked like a dentist's office, with all the mechanical chairs, and it kinda freaked her out. Everything was wrapped in those sterile bags and she winced at all the packages of needles everywhere. When Violet hung up the phone, she stood behind Reece as the tall woman examined a clamp.

"What's this used for?"

"You don't want to know. Besides, you'll see more than you bargained for, soon enough."

"Oh," Reece nodded, not sure if Cori and her bat would have been such a bad idea after all. She wandered into the tattoo section of the shop and was soon engrossed in the more elaborate designs.

"See something you like, Reece?"

"I see a lot that I like, but I don't know that I'd want it permanently inked on my skin. Some of this is amazing artwork."

"It is. I don't know, when I first met you, I assumed you'd have at least one naked lady adorning your body, not to mention a few piercings."

"I have one," Reece said defensively and wiggled her tongue.

"How very original for a lesbian."

"Fuck you, Vi."

"Yeah, yeah... why don't you get a tattoo?"

"I always wanted one, but could never decide on what I want," Reece shrugged. "I hear, though, once you get one, you can't stop."

"That's not entirely true, but I understand that you would have to really be into something to want it on you forever."

"I once took out my tongue piercing and I missed it so much I had it re-done." Reece didn't know why she offered that information, she just felt comfortable talking about it in this atmosphere.

"I did the same with my lip. It annoyed me and I took it out, but after a while, I missed having it there."

The tall woman migrated to the tribal pictures and Reece took an interest in quite a few of them. Violet noted that she kept going back to one in particular and looking at it again. She made a mental note of which one it was and went about preparing her area for her first appointment.