Private Dancer (12 page)

        
"Really, start by just sitting here casual with your top off."

        
Nothing.

        
"Okay, I'll take mine off, too." She did. "How's that?"

        
"I don't know, Cor."

        
Neither of them noticed that the noise from upstairs had stopped.

        
"C'mon, just do it. You wont even notice it after a few minutes. Just get used to the feeling of being topless."

        
Faith reluctantly took off her top and her bra. She struggled not to cross her arms and tried to act casual. This made them giggle again, and this time they couldn't stop and it became full out, tears in your eyes, hysterics.

        
That would be when Reece came down the stairs. Speechless and stunned, she sat on the bottom step and stared at the spectacle before her.

        
"Okay, okay." Faith sniffed between fits. "So now what? We're drunk and topless in our boss' house."

        
"We drink more wine and make like we're just two friends who aren't drunk, topless, and in their boss' house."

        
"I wish she was here with us, pretending not to be topless."

        
"You pig. You two will get along just fine. I created a monster."

        
"You slept with her, what's she like? Is she soft, hard, strong, feminine..."

        
"All of the above. She's got it all, Faith, all."

        
Reece mentally strutted around.

        
"What was she like? I mean in bed."

        
If a grimace was audible, the boss would have given herself away. She remembered the way they first came together. It was all aggression and power. She dominated Cori and made her beg. It was much different after that, Reece deciding that she only kept up with her as long as she did out of remorse for the first night and, in retrospect, because of her feelings for the dancer.

        
"Um, it was fine, Faith. She'll make your wildest dreams come true."
Well, it's not really a lie,
the dancer thought. "Your darkest fantasy."

        
"Dreams, mmm, fantasy, yeah. I wanna smell her hair, touch her skin, taste her sweat. I never felt like this before. I want to touch and taste every inch of her. God." The little tipsy blonde was getting turned on.

        
Cute, even her tits blush.
"Hey, you don't seem to be bothered by the naked thing anymore."

        
"I'm naked?" She picked up both her breasts and feigned a swoon. "Oh, lordy be!"

        
"You, my dear, are drunk." The dancer laughed, and drank from the bottle. "This one's empty, want more?"

        
"No, I'm toasted already. Hey, Cor? What's it like? Dancing for all those strangers. I can't do it, you have balls."

        
Cori stuck her hand down her pants and fished around for a moment causing Faith to crack up again. "Nope, no balls there, babe. But damn that felt good. I need to get laid."

        
"You too, huh? I can't stop dreaming about her. I mean it…sex."

        
"Her? Boy, you got Reece on the brain, girl."

        
"And on the shoulder, on the leg, on the mouth."

        
The woman on the stairs shuddered at the image.

        
"Come on now, Faith. I told you, not yet. She'll go way too fast for you. You gotta show her that you are worth more than a quick fuck. She doesn't have the same romantic ideals as you."

        
"It has to be soon, Cor. I swear, it was like she was really honestly touching me...it was electric. It was...mmm, it was perfect. I don't want to imagine, I'm dying to know what the real thing would be like." She unconsciously ran her nails up and down her arms making every hair stand on end, among other things. The woman on the stairs stifled a groan at that and her parts stood on end too.

        
"Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. I am officially a member of the fan club."

        
It was then that Reece made herself known. "Ahem. I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

        
Both women looked down at their chest, then at each other.

        
"Ah, no, Reece, we were just, um, talking..." Faith turned around to cover herself up, acutely aware of her nipples.

        
"Hey, don't worry about me. Make believe I'm not here."

        
The bartender's eyes widened.
Yeah right! Pretend that your every desire isn't standing there staring at your nipples.
She went to spin around and lost her balance. Suddenly feeling warm hands on her naked waist, turning her around, she stared right into the blue eyes of her fantasy.

        
"Hey, Faith, you all right? You wanna lay down? Go on to the guest room. Cori will show you."

        
Faith wasn't
that
drunk; she was lightheaded from being topless in front of Reece. Burning the feeling of those hands on her skin into her memory forever, she gulped audibly "No, I'm fine, really. I just wish I had my top."

        
The tall brunette smiled. "Nah, leave it off, I think you both look wonderful." She stepped away feeling a sense of loss when she let go.

        
Both women said thank you, and didn't know what to do. They certainly didn't plan this… playing twenty sex questions, topless, drunk, and with the object of her desire didn't sit well with Faith. She eyeballed Cori, who shrugged. Reece took it all in silently, enjoying this lovely turn of events.

        
"So," Cori broke the tension. "What are you doing home, boss? I wouldn't have expected you ‘til morning."

        
"I had a change of plans. I came straight home."

        
The two guests looked at each other with confused expressions. "Which reminds me, Cori, that car lot by you selling anything worth my while? I need wheels. I refuse to walk in this cold." She helped herself to a new bottle of wine.

        
"Uh, I'll check it out. We'll check it out. Faith is my new roomie. We were just celebrating." She turned the empty bottle upside down for show.
I said don't tire yourself out. Not stay strung like a tightrope.
Shit, talking sex with Reese now was not a good idea.

        
"Congratulations, I was going to mention that to you, but I see it's taken care of. I wasn't too happy about you living alone. How'd dumb and dumber make out?" She dangled the newly opened bottle at the dancer.

        
Cori snatched it up and handed it to Faith with a wink. "If you mean Monica and Debbie, they got a place on Houston, and they're living in sin."

        
Reece cringed. "Those two are going to kill each other. If Debbie comes to work with one bruise, I want to know about it. You got that?"

        
"What are you gonna do? Beat Monica up? That'll teach her."

        
"No, knock both of their empty heads together and toss them out on the street. I don't need that shit in my club."

        
"Yeah, yeah…gimme that bottle." Cori grabbed it from the bartender, who was getting warmed up to the idea of Reece staring at her chest like she was.

        
"If you don't mind me asking, and not that it bothers me in the least, but why are you two topless?"

        
Faith blushed again. Cori tried to explain. "Well, I was just getting her adjusted to all the nakedness she'll be around at the club. I figured this was a good way. Right?"

        
"Oh, that's right." Faith nodded her head vigorously.

        
"Oh, okay, carry on then," the boss smirked.

        
They all stood and stared at each other. The dancer observed the boss' demeanor and deduced that she must have taken care of business somehow, being as relaxed as she was. The bartender tried not to notice Reece's clean smell, damp hair, and hard nipples. This time there was nothing left to the imagination since all she had on top was a well-worn white t-shirt. For her part, Reece never stopped grinning having plenty to look at. "What were you all planning to do tonight?"

        
"We were going to play truth or dare when you walked in." Cori offered.

        
"Yeah? Can I play, or should I get some popcorn and watch?" She leered and took a swig, offering it to Cori who slapped her on the back of the head.

        
"Watch this, asshole."

        
"Such a mouth! So, Faith, can I play with you?" She lifted an eyebrow suggestively. Faith nearly choked on her wine, making Reece smirk and Cori narrow her eyes at her.

        
"Please? I'll be good, I'm always good." the tall woman licked her lips. She heard all she needed to on the stairs to torture these two for a lifetime.

        
Noting the hitch in the blonde's breath, the dancer answered for her. "If you play, you have to play fair."

        
"Okay." She crossed her heart. "I will. You guys start and I'll get some chips or something. Maybe soak up some of that wine you two guzzled."

        
Faith thought it was a great idea, being that she was the most gone. They had an agenda and she wanted to stick to it, stomach knots and all.

        
*  

        
Reece was in the kitchen getting the snacks and thinking about what those two planned for tonight. She heard enough on the steps to guess that this was some sort of test to see if she could control herself with the blonde beauty, and she knew enough that she was most definitely the object of Faith's desire. They obviously had an agenda for tonight, involving her and Faith.

        
So, here's the thing: Faith wants me, I want Faith, but Cori is afraid I'll use her, hurt her. There must be more to the story because I don't see how it would hurt anybody if two people who wanted each other fucked. What else can they want from me? And is shaking their tits around part of the plan? And why the hell did I agree to play truth or dare? Well then, I'll have to come up with some interesting dares.
This was turning into a very strange night. When she returned to the living room, Cori was nose to nipple with Faith. Reece dropped the chips.

        
"Right there." She pointed to a spot on the blonde's breast. "I swear it looks like a smiley."

        
Faith picked up her breast for closer scrutiny "Where? I don't see any smileys. I think you're nuts."

        
"Boss lady? C'mere, tell me that freckle doesn't look like a smiley."

        
"Uhm, okay." She dropped to her knees in front of the blonde, who was nearly cross-eyed from looking intently at herself.
Strange, but good,
she thought.