Reece's Faith (103 page)

"Hey, how much does one like this cost?" Reece asked, pointing at the design she'd been favoring.

"That one is about a hundred or so, but I wouldn't charge you, Reece," Violet smiled.

The club owner contemplated the tattoo a while longer before walking over to another set of designs. Violet had a feeling that her tall friend was going to leave here with a new addition.

 
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The Lounge was even busier than usual and the club owner should have been ecstatic, but she was too distracted to enjoy it. Reece had been sitting at the bar, staring blankly at the TV and nursing the same drink for hours. Amber, the bartender, had tried making conversation when she'd had a free moment and though the blue eyes looked at her, even she knew that the owner wasn't paying much attention. Reece was too busy thinking of the many ways in which to pay back her torturous little lover.
She
was the reason Reece was in this state and
she
was going to have to be punished. The club owner's eyes narrowed as she smirked at the thought of getting back at Faith. With an evil little snicker, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, envisioning her lover in various stages of bliss.

Cori found the sight amusing and hopped up on the bar in front of Reece. "Hey, boss lady, thinking about Faith?"

"Mmm, yeah."

"Must be juicy."

Reece lifted her head to reply and leaned forward only to find her face in Cori's naked cleavage. She jumped back so quickly that she fell off of her stool and lay sprawled on the floor in a very un-Reece-like manner.

Cori didn't know what to do. Everyone seemed to be staring at the spectacle and Reece did not look pleased... at all. The dancer wanted to jump down and help her friend off up from the floor, but her legs wouldn't listen to her.

Amber leaned over the bar and started to laugh. This started a chain reaction and peals of nervous laughter filled the area. Reece still hadn't moved and considering the way her eyes were glowing, it wouldn't have surprised anyone if Cori had burst into flames on the spot.

Finally finding her legs, Cori hopped down and squatted by her fallen friend. "Uh... sorry?" she stammered, offering her hand.

Reece was beyond embarrassed. She knew that, if she made a scene, it would only make it worse, so she pushed Cori's hand away and stood up on her own. Glaring dangerously at the onlookers, she casually dusted off her backside and straightened out her jacket. Cori backed away as Reece stood up, fearing the worst. She flinched as the tall woman's arm lifted but breathed in relief as she was only smoothing her hair.

"You okay, Reece?" she dared to ask. "Oh, just great," the tall woman replied, red faced, as she turned on her heel and strode calmly to her office.

Confused, Cori shrugged her shoulders and had started towards the stage when a strong hand wrapped around her neck and dragged her backwards. She knew it was too good to be true and just prayed that Reece would get it over with quickly.

The club owner practically threw Cori into her office and slammed the door. She stood there fuming for a few seconds before she opened her mouth to speak. Cori watched quietly as Reece's mouth shut and she buried her face in her hands.

Suddenly, the tall woman's shoulders began shaking with laughter. "In all my life, I've never..." she laughed, "never been thrown on my ass by a pair of tits," Reece continued to laugh hard enough to evoke a snort.

Infinitely relieved and glad to be in one piece, the dancer started laughing too. "So, you're not going to kill me?" she asked between chuckles.

"I was, but I haven't got the strength," Reece said, still laughing and snorting.

"Okaaay..." Cori furrowed her brows at the unexpected turn of events.

Reece snorted again before she controlled herself enough to speak, "I should start billing you as 'The Most Dangerous Tits in New York'." Cori looked down at her chest. "I had no idea that was going to happen. Honestly," she started to giggle again.

"S'okay. You got me fair and square. I wasn't paying attention," Reece said as she crossed the room and sat in her chair.

"How unlike you. What's going on with you? Are you having trouble with Faith?" the dancer asked as she sat on the desk, far away from Reece.

"I wouldn't call it trouble. No, not at all," Reece paused and laced her fingers behind her neck. "She's teaching me a lesson in self-control."

"S'plain," Cori raised an eyebrow and leaned forward.

"She has her way with me... and I have to keep my hands to myself."

"Whooo," Cori shook her head in sympathy, "and you went with this willingly?"

"I figured I'd give it a shot," the club owner shrugged one shoulder.

"Wow. I'm totally impressed, Reece." She truly was and her eyes went wide.

"Yeah, well, it's Faith, ya know?" Reece said quietly. "If not for her..."

The dancer held her grin to herself. She was very pleased to be hearing this. Straight from the horse's mouth, too.
Reece certainly has changed
, she thought with a wide smile.

"Go on, tell me how whipped I am. I'm waiting."

"I'm not going to say it. There's no need," she winked at her friend. "So, how long has it been?"

"Two long, hard, exhausting days," the club owner crossed her ankles on the desk.

"You look no worse for the wear a little pleased with yourself, actually," Cori observed.

"Believe me. I'm suffering."

"Oh, poor baby," the dancer replied sarcastically.

"You would know this... how long
is
Faith's period, anyway?"

Cori laughed out loud. "So this is what it's all about?"
Good one, Faith!
"Three or four days. It depends." Reece nodded. "Is that what's got you so distracted? Thinking up ways to get her back?"

"You bet your ass. I can't wait to bury my nose so far..."

"OKAY! Okay... I get the picture," Cori sniggered at the expression of lust on Reece's face. "Hey, want me to play double agent and find out exactly when she's finished?" Cori asked with a gleam in her eye.

"You aren't gonna sell me out, are you?" Reece asked suspiciously.

"Oh please, Reece, like she doesn't know what she's in for and, no, I wouldn't do that to you," Cori huffed indignantly.

"Deal."

 
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Faith was waiting up when Reece came home. The club owner silently chuckled as she saw the light on upstairs.
She's really gonna be the death of me,
she thought with a shake of her head.

"Oh, sweetheart... I have a
surprise
for you."

Reece felt her heart pick up speed at the sound of Faith's teasing voice. She hung up her jacket and called upstairs, "Should I be naked for this surprise?"

"Clothing is optional," came the sultry response.

Oooo... yay!
Reece grabbed a liter of water out of the fridge.
Fluid, plenty of fluid
, she chuckled to herself. Bending down to pay attention to the spinning pup, she let her mind conjure up all sorts of scenarios that may be waiting for her upstairs.
She's like an animal lately. Heh. An animal. The Animal Junior... Mini-me.
Reece started to laugh uncontrollably, causing the dog to get even more excited and jump up and nip at her face. "Hey, not the lips! Auntie Reece needs them! Not to mention Mommy."
Mini-me! HA! I kill me!
She laughed loud enough for Faith to hear.

"What the hell are you doing down there that's so funny?" the voice called from upstairs.

"Just thought of something, baby." Reece willed herself to stop laughing. This could be very bad if she had a laughing fit when she went upstairs.

"It better not be me."

"Would I laugh at you?" Reece asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Not in this outfit, you wouldn't," was the confident reply.

Reece tore up those stairs in record time.

 
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Reece turned over in her bed and looked at the clock. It was late in the afternoon. "Well, I suppose I don't really need the gym today," she snickered to herself. The slight whimpering besides the bed prompted her to reach down, scoop up the little dog and plunk him down on her chest. She immediately hissed through her teeth. "Ooo, gotta cut them nails, Little Man." As she stretched, she replayed the events of the night before in her head, absently stroking the puppy who had curled up contentedly in the crook of her shoulder.

Faith biting her inner thigh... a white-knuckled grip on the wrought iron headboard... Faith dribbling cold water onto overheated skin.
The club owner's mind was all over the place; little fragments of last night cutting into each other, making her grin like mad. She couldn't believe how much her body could take, thinking she'd be tired or sore before this was over. She squeezed her legs together as a test.
Nope
, she chuckled to herself. Faith was, if anything, a quick learner and knew just how to touch her.
Lick me... stroke me...
Reece stopped petting Smudge and covered her face with her forearm.
Oh god, I can't possibly be getting horny again!
she groaned at her libido and sat up, narrowing her eyes at the area between her legs. "Don't even go there, you hear me?" she warned her own crotch. "Haven't you had enough?"

Smudge sat up, too, and looked at his Auntie Reece with a cocked head. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but there was no one else in the room, so she must be yelling at him. He whined and walked hesitantly across her lap and stared at her forgivingly, his little tail hitting her thigh rhythmically.

"Oh, come here little guy, I wasn't mad at you," she picked him up and kissed his nose and the happy pup wiggled like crazy as he tried to retaliate. "All right, that's... pthht... stop that... that's enough!" she chuckled as he licked her face like crazy. "Okay, okay... calm down," she soothed as he started to nip at her nose. She loved this pup and, although she grumbled to Faith about having to walk him, she secretly enjoyed their playtime together. Of course, she'd never admit this to anyone.

"Ow! Hey!" Smudge nipped her bottom lip a little too hard. After checking for blood, she put him on the bed and he crouched down, his little butt in the air, tail wagging like crazy. "Ap! Ap!" he dared her to come get him, his paws thumping on the bed. The tall club owner kicked the sheet off of her naked body, crouched down to his level, ass in the air, and barked right back. Of course, she'd never admit this to anyone either. If anyone even dared to think of her in this position, they'd have to die.

The pup went for her face; she went for his. Smudge feigned right; Reece swatted him back into the middle with her hand. He nipped her finger; she bit his paw. He nipped her nose; she lipped his ear. "Play time" at the Corbett-Ashford residence was a whole lot different than it used to be.

 
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John packed up his make-up as Faith dressed in her street clothes. She was so happy that there was a shower facility on the set. There wasn't one at the TV show and she hated going home wearing all that makeup and hairspray. It had been a hard day on the set today; a lot of problems with equipment and they'd have to do many of today's scenes over again tomorrow, which probably meant they'd be working late to catch up. This did not please the actress. She'd had big plans for tomorrow... huge plans.
Enormous
plans. She was just about finished with her period and was more than ready for Reece's revenge.