Reece's Faith (5 page)

"Peachy. You can go now."

"Um, ok. Well, I suspect you have other things to do...Thank you for your time, Ms. Corbett."

Reece's hand just made shooing motions.

The auditor was met by Sarge and escorted quickly through the club. He was glad to be out of there to escape the pounding music but also the odd woman who made him feel more uncomfortable than the dildo standing on her desk.
God, she was wierd.

 
*  *  *

The phone rang, making Reece jump up and giving her a good case of vertigo."Fuck!"

"What?!" she yelled into the receiver. There was a long pause.

"Uhm, hi."

Reece sat straight up in her chair. "Faith?"

"Yeah." There was awkward silence.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"I just called to tell you that I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about your feelings, Reece..." she paused to place the words in order. "This must be hard on you, you must feel, um, .."

"Sick? Left out? Jealous? Frustrated? Angry?" The words left Reece's mouth like rapid gunfire.

"Whoa baby.. yeah. But I wanted you to know, I love you, ok?"

"Someone is tasting your mouth Faith.. don't you get it?"

"I'll eat an onion if it will make you feel better."

"No. Not at all. I don't like the idea of this one fucking bit... I don't share my things.."
Oh crap
.

"Wait just a minute. Reece, you do not own me, and I don't like being referred to as property," she said with controlled anger.

"I didn't mean it to sound like that.. really. It just fell out." She ran her hand through her hair in frustration.

"Well? What
did
you mean?"

"I just hate this. I'm so happy for you, and at the same time...I don't know what to say without making you angry. I don't want his or anyone else's lips touching you but mine." The last part was a whispered admission.

"Can we talk about this when I get home? I'm not angry with you baby. I know you're happy for me, but I also know how upset this makes you feel."

"Can you make believe it's me you're kissing?"

"Are you sure that's what you want? That could get dangerous." She chuckled nervously. "Besides, I'd know your lips anywhere." she stated confidently.

"On second thought, make believe it's Pepe."

They both chuckled at that.

"I gotta go, they're calling me to the set."

"Soo, then, this is it?" Reece sounded crestfallen.

"Um, yeah, it is. I love you Reece."

"Me too Faith."

"I always know."

The tall woman stretched herself out on the couch.

Ok, it's just a job. Like Cori said, they did way more up on that stage than she'll be doing with him. But she never kissed Cori.
The tension headache came back. Reece rubbed her temples. She got up and cleared off her desk, sticking the dildo back in her coat pocket. The only reason it had been on the desk in the first place was because that had been the last place she'd used it. An evil grin graced her lips as she thought about that particular time.
She'd know my lips anywhere huh?
Another wider grin spread on her face.

 
*  *  *

After shooting the first half of the scene, there was a disagreement over lighting and everyone took a break. The writers were called onto one of the empty sets for an impromptu meeting by one of the producers. The head writer, Jayme, wasn't at all happy with this and voiced her displeasure loudly.

"There had better be a good reason for this!" She glared at the producer, Charles.

"Oh yeah, trust me. Is everybody here?" He smiled like a three-year-old with a secret.

"Good, if I miss one more week of Nikita, someone's gonna get hurt." Jayme added. The scary thing was, she was serious.

"OK, it seems we have a bit of a problem. Our Judith has a very unusual way of spending her free time."

All heads snapped in his direction.

"And..." the head writer prompted with a hand gesture.

"And... it's a strip joint." he added with a grin.

Nobody seemed fazed. This
was
NewYork.

"A TITTY club.." he clarifed.

There was a collective "Oh" and Jayme was the first to speak up.

"Who the hell cares? Maybe a friend works there, her sister... fuck, maybe she owns the joint! Wait a minute, how do you know anyway?".

Charles ignored the question. "Or, maybe she's queer. Did you think of that? We don't need any extra shit..especially from a newcomer."

"
Of all the homophobic...
What shit? She's boffing Jim tonight. It'll air in a few weeks." Jayme, was at the door, ready to leave.

"What I figured..." Charles suggested "is that we make her the campus floozy. Ya know, a new
male
interest every few weeks?"

"This is insane. The girl could have had to take a leak and walked in there for all you know. You guys figure it out."

Jayme was outta there. "Alright people! Lets get moving! I want to be home by ten!"
Campus floozy indeed. I gotta talk to this girl before we lose her.
"Um, Faith? Can you come here a sec?"

 
*  *  *

Not great at apologies, Reece decided to head over to the studio, take Faith out for a ride, maybe even fulfill a little fantasy of hers. When it came to show and tell, Reece was much better at the show part. She grinned. Besides, she could have her little chat with Jim while she was there.

Thankful for the unseasonably warm weather, she mounted the bike and revved her up loudly. The rumbling echoed through the garage and set off a myriad of car alarms. Even though it meant he'd be scrambling around half the night shutting off alarms, Pepe was amused.
She's something else, this Reece.
In a way, he wanted to be just like her. He even sat on her bike sometimes. He whistled loudly through his teeth and watched as she drove up the ramp and out of sight.

Reece drove past The Playhouse. Idling at the light, she turned her head and looked back at the club.
No, you're better than that shit, Reece.
Still, she felt all the built-up misplaced anger rise. It had been a long time since she let loose. Too long. Her jaw clenched.
Maybe if I just rough him up a little?
Not one to analyze, she immediately blamed Roy's annoying antics for distracting her, making her angry, and therefore, making Faith afraid of her.
That will never do.
The bike peeled away from the light in a screeching left turn.
He almost made me fuck this up with Faith!
Irrationally furious at Roy now, Reece was out for blood. She circled the block and parked on the sidewalk in front of the bouncer, nearly taking off his foot. She lifted her helmet and with a sneer, dared him to say something. He didn't.

"Wise choice, my man." She patted him condescendingly on his cheek. "Where's my buddy Roy?"

"Who wants ta know?" He gave her a long leering look, puffed himself up, and then arranged his crotch.

Reece snorted, restraining herself from strangling the goon with his own thick gold necklace.

"Charming." She breezed by him towards the door, which he sidestepped in front of.

"Sorry, no ladies without an escort." he grinned.

"No worries." Reece flashed an evil grin. "I ain't no lady." And she pushed him aside effortlessly.

Reece walked in like she owned the place. Many heads turned in hopes that she was the featured dancer tonight. She banged her helmet on the bar and the startled bartender came running.

"Where's the boss?"

The bartender glanced at the woman's eyes and nodded recognition. "He's not here," she lied, throwing a warning glance to the waitress.

"Oh, I see. Thanks for your help" Then she turned to the waitress and flashed a winning smile.

Yikes! Someone should feed her.

"Maybe you would know where Mr. Roy is?" Reece narrowed her eyes seductively.

The waitress nearly swooned. "Oh, I'm Ronnie! He's in his office! " She giggled like a schoolgirl.

Reece inwardly rolled her eyes. She bent her elbow and linked Ronnie's arm through. "Lead on, my fair lady," and the tall woman bowed gallantly, shooting an evil smile at the bartender.

"What the hell was that?" asked a customer.

"Fucking Ronnie...That... is Reece Corbett. Owner of The Lounge and Frankie's former right arm. What she's up to though... never mind. I don't want to know." the bartender shook her head.

"Fuck she's gorgeous.."

"Yeah well, she's equally as dangerous. I hope she leaves Roy at least one tooth. He's ugly enough as it is."

 
*  *  *

Reece thanked Ronnie with another bow and a kiss to her hand. The dancer giggled again, and skittered away. Reece spat just in case.
Poor girl
.

The club owner really needed to get this out of her system. She couldn't afford to have Faith see her lose it. She took a moment to allow "The Animal" to surface, and then with one kick, blew the door clear off the hinges.

Roy hit the deck, nearly pissing himself.

"Ah, glad you remembered how to greet an old friend." Reece grinned ferally.

"Fuck off." he scrambled to his feet.

As Reece advanced with menacing slowness, he backed up slightly.

"You having fun playing games with me Roy? I got no patience for you, or your bullshit." She gestured with her hand, chuckling when he flinched.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I think you should leave." He was proud and thought that came out rather forcefully.

Reece guffawed.

Roy fumed.

"Oh that's rich. You think.. Oh stop, you're killing me."

Before he saw it coming, her fist was buried deep into his stomach. While he was hunched over, and before his brain had time to register the pain, her knee connected hard with his nose.

"You know what I think, Roy?"

Roy retched at her feet.

Reece squatted down to his level and picked his head up by the hair. "I think you have too much time on your hands."

The blood poured out of his mouth when he responded.

"Please, Reece, don't kill me... "

"Your boredom gave me grief with my woman, it pissed me the hell off. You understand?"

She shook his head for him. "Atta boy. So, I'm going to give you something to keep you busy, and, consequently, out of my affairs. Comprende?"

Roy wasn't stupid. He nodded.

"Thanks, old friend."
Wuss
.