Private Dancer (26 page)

        
Faith laughed out loud at Reece, and watched as she left, receiving a few encouraging slaps on the back and comments on the way out.

        
*  

        
The cold night air did nothing to suppress her body heat. She removed her cap opened her coat, and made her escape back to The Lounge. Reece was wound tighter than ever.

        
*  

        
"Holy shit!"

        
Reece was not at all comfortable.

        
"Holy shit!" She wished she could rip off her clothes and lay down on the sidewalk.

        
"What the fuck was that all about?" She picked her hair up off of her neck and let the cold air hit her. "She knew it was me! Did she know it the whole time?" She opened up the buttons to her shirt exposing her white tee shirt to the chill.

        
"Holy shit!" The tall woman didn't even notice the people staring at her as she walked by talking to herself and undressing.

        
"That was so stupid...
shit
!" She hit herself in the forehead. "And the way I acted....but that look she just gave me...oh, she's gonna be the death of me."

        
She
did
look odd, what with her noticeable breasts and rather large penis. She was waiting for the Walk light when a hooker approached her.

        
"Hey, sexy...I'm into it," she leered. "Fifty bucks and you can do it all."

        
Reece stared at the woman like she was insane.

        
"Although I'd let
you
do anything anyway." She licked her lips suggestively.

        
Reece was dangerously close to freaking out on the bitch when the light changed. She started to cross the street and the woman grabbed her arm. She spun around and was ready to slam her into the light post when the hooker leaned into her crotch and whispered, "Anything."

        
The furious woman looked down between them and noticed just what had the ho' so intrigued. Instead of throwing the hooker off of her, she laughed. The prostitute was confused, but still interested, yet this strange woman just laughed louder at her advances until she was sufficiently embarrassed and fled.

        
Reece continued to laugh all the way to The Lounge.

        
*  

        
Faith stood there on the stage after Reece made her big exit. She couldn't keep the huge smile off her face since the moment she revealed those frightened baby blues. She had been more than alarmed to find herself reacting the way she had, and to find out it was the sexy club owner all along relieved her to no end. She was startled as a new girl came out on stage, and she quickly gathered her things and ran into the locker room to find Cori waiting by her locker.

        
"Whoohoo!" They hugged and twirled in circles.

        
"Cori, did you
see
that?"

        
"Did I ever! That was the most intense thing I ever saw!"

        
"It was
her
! She came and
watched
me. Oh my God!"

        
"Unbelievable!" Cori smirked.

        
"She was disguised! All sweating and her hands were cold and clammy...."

        
"Wow!"

        
"She gave me a twenty! Did you see what she had in her pants? For christ's sake it was large. Why'd she dress like that? Not that I care…but she really fooled me."

        
Cori chuckled at her friend's rambling.

        
"And when she touched me I felt like...what are you grinning at? You knew this the whole time, didn't you!"

        
"Forgive me, Peaches, for I have sinned..."

        
"Oh you...!"

        
"Hey, Peaches! Fabulous, girl!"

        
"Thanks, Betty. You too." Faith narrowed her eyes at Cori, as the other women gathered around her.

        
"Way to go, shorty." The tall woman smacked her back.

        
"Ow, thanks." She glared at Cori and whispered to her. "Whatever you do, don't puke."

        
Cori looked at her like she had two heads.

        
"Hey, you really had that guy in the palm of our hand. Whoa, you're good! I'd be careful though, it's always the quiet ones..."

        
"Oh, no worry, ladies, I think my friend here has it all under control. Don't you, Peaches?" Cori smiled sweetly.

        
"Yes, es I do. If you'll excuse me, ladies...and Cori." She grabbed her bag and walked confidently out of the room. Cori giggled and followed.

        
"I can't believe you knew she was coming and didn't tell me. Why did you do that?"

        
"Oh come on, it worked out wonderfully, if you ask me. You were on her like flies to shit."

        
"Ew, Cor, That's not the analogy I'd use, but yeah I
was
drawn to her. It was weird." The night air hit her like a slap. "Shit, it's cold out here!"

        
"Maybe you should put some clothes on." The dancer shivered.

        
"Shut up and get a cab."

        
"Yes, ma'am. Where are we headed?"

        
"The club. I think I have to apologize to someone."

        
"You do?"

        
"Yeah. Remember when you said she doesn't say the words but you can always tell when she's sorry?"

        
"Yeah..."

        
"She's sorry."

        
"Oh."

        
Faith went over those few minutes with Reece during the cab ride. How she smelled, how she felt on her skin, how she shook. She smiled. "I did that."

        
"Did you now? You did what?" Cori asked as innocently as she could.

        
"Oh, I said that out loud?"

        
"Yes, now you have to tell me what the hell you're talking about."

        
"I made her tremble. We definitely have to talk about that," Faith mused.

        
"Yeah, that you did, my friend. Do you think you can handle her?"

        
"I'll think of something. But I think it's only fair I try after the step she took tonight. It couldn't have been easy for her."

        
"You got that right. Just be patient with her."

        
"All I want to do is talk to her, Cori."

        
"You think she'll be in any shape to talk? Maybe we should wait about an hour or two for her to...um, calm down."

        
"Oh no, I blew that royally before. I'll do any calming down she might need."

        
Cori looked at her very strangely.

        
"What? Don't look at me like that. I know what I'm doing."

        
"Faith, if she isn't fucking someone right this minute, she will be. Wait a while, will you?"

        
"I think I can trust her not to
fuck
me, Cori."

        
Cori tried to have the same trust. "Okay, if you say so. Do you want me to go with you?"

        
"No, big girl here, hon. I can handle her."

        
"Faith, can I tell you something?"

        
"Of course. What?"

        
"She loves you and she's petrified."

        
The blonde's eyes widened. Then she smiled. "That makes two of us then. Can I ask you something?"

        
"Sure."

        
"What the hell did she have in her pants?"

        
*  

        
Reece walked into the club and deposited Sam's hat back on her head. The bouncer took in the state of her boss' clothes, and scanned the length of her body for blood or bruises. She raised her eyebrows in confusion.

        
"Any trouble, Sarge?"

        
"No. You?" she asked with concern.

        
"Trouble? She's definitely that," Reece chuckled. "But the good kind." And then she smiled.

        
Sam glanced back at the boss' crotch without really wanting to.

        
"Heh. You too?"

        
The bouncer looked embarrassed.

        
"It seems be everybody's focal point tonight." The club owner laughed. "Later." She sauntered off towards her office.

        
Sam watched after her as she disappeared into the crowd.
I guess it went well?
Just then Cori and Faith bounced in. "You ladies keep getting lovelier."

        
"Yeah, and you lie like a rug." Cori stuck her tongue out.

        
"Can I come in, Sarge?" Faith pouted.

        
"Why not? She's in a good mood."

        
"Reece is here? In a good mood?" Cori was shocked.

        
"Yeah, sauntered on by a minute ago. Laughing."

        
"I don't believe you."

        
"I swear! She was!" Sam crossed her heart.

        
"She must have walked here. What did she look like? What was she wearing?"

        
"Cor, I swear. Look, I have my cap, see? She was a little disheveled, but she had this um..." She gestured to her crotch.

        
The two dancers broke up laughing.