Reece's Faith (50 page)

"Rumor has it that some chick named Michele started it."

Reece frowned so hard her eyebrows met. "Ooo, that stupid little shit! I knew I shoulda took care of her. But nooo, Faith told me to leave her alone."

Sam raised a curious eyebrow at her boss as she ranted to herself, as did some of the onlookers. There was a tiny crowd of dancers and patrons at the front door of the club; they couldn't resist following the tall woman with the Santa hat.

"Oh great!" she shouted. "Channel 2 just arrived. Fan-fucking-tastic!

"Uhm, Reece? Do you want me to get rid of them?" Sam asked her tense boss, who now had the door to the club open.

"No, it's okay. If you go out there, it'll be chaos. Just stay in here."

"If you say so..."

"I say so. I used to be you, remember? I have experience with this. Once our girls see you out there, they'll get rowdy, knowing you'll back them up."

"I guess you're right, boss, but they look pretty riled up already."

"Trust me, Sarge, these people are pretty much telling them that they're trash. They're only fighting with words now, but if they have security behind them, they'll really let loose." Reece's eyes burned with anger as Channel 4 pulled up. "I need this now? Jesus Christ!" she said to no one in particular. She then opened the door wide and shouted, "Hey Michele! You idiot! All you're doing is giving me publicity!" and then laughed loudly.

"There she is," Michele pointed, "and not only is she responsible for this degrading hell-hole, but she's a lesbian to boot. Could you imagine a lesbian exploiting women?" she sneered evilly at Reece.

"She just had to play the exploitation card didn't she?" Reece pushed Sarge out of the way. "Fuck you, Michele, crawl back home. No one cares about who I sleep with. Maybe they should ask you!" Reece hollered and slammed the door.

Knowing what she just did was beyond immature and exactly what Michele wanted, Reece cursed and kicked the door. The tall angry woman turned to meet the stares of a dozen or so onlookers. "You," she pointed at the dancers, "get back to work. You others better be tipping those women well or you'll be thrown out there to the TV camera," she growled.

"Uh boss?"

Sam's voice sounded very strange and Reece had a bad feeling. "Do I want to know?" The tall woman turned to face the bouncer.

"Probably not," Sam was wincing something awful.

"
Should
I know?" Reece closed her eyes and steeled herself.

"Yeah," she smiled nervously.

"Okay, hit me."

"Faith, Cori, Violet and some woman are fighting their way through that mob."

"God, no," Reece grimaced.

"Oooo," Sam shook her hand out at her side, "that old woman packs a mean right!" she whistled.

Marsha. Fabulous.
"There is a God after all," the club owner slid down the wall.

"Why would you say something like that now?" Sam puzzled.

"This is retribution," the tall woman groaned.

The door flew open and Violet came barreling in with Mrs. Ashford hot on her heels.

"Reece! I think you better go and get Faith!" she panted.

Reece shot up to her feet.

"Relax dear, she's ok." Marsha patted Reece's shoulder. "I'm afraid Violet's worried about those other people's safety."

"Where's Mr. A?"

"He's at your house watching television. He's way too easy to please. Oh, and Theresa, dear, we must talk about the sleeping arrangements."

Sam's face became a ball of confusion. "Theresa?!"

As fast as she could blink, Reece's hand was around Sarge's throat. "Not a fucking word," she growled. "Understand?"

"Yep, not one," Sam squeaked.

"THERESA! Put that woman down this instant!" Reece growled in frustration and dropped Sam like a sack of potatoes. "Mrs. A, please don't call me..."

"I'll call you whatever I want. Now go out there see to my daughter, will you?"

"You're Faith's Mom???"

Reece spun around and pointed a finger of warning at the bouncer."You heard me, not a word," she threatened and grasped the door handle.

Once the door opened, they could hear Faith's voice, "You're just a jealous little bitch because that gorgeous hunk of woman wouldn't give you a second fucking look."

Reece stormed outside. The women waited til Cori flew in and the door closed again before crowding their faces into the little window.

"Woo Hoo! You go Faith!" the piercer cheered.

"Oh that's terrible, Violet, Faith is behaving so unladylike."

"Oh, Mrs. A, this is war, it's not supposed to be dainty." Cori patted her on the back.

"Well that hand gesture certainly wasn't. Oh my!" the older woman blinked and backed away from the door.

"Now, do you mind telling me what's going on out there?" Mrs. Ashford asked the very pale bouncer.

"Protest."

"We can see that, Sarge. What started it?" the dancer rolled her eyes.

"All's I know is some girl named Michele, who Reece thinks she should have taken care of earlier, started it. Possibly out of jealousy 'cuz Reece turned her down."

"That and Faith got her fired from the show," Cori added.

"THAT Michele?" Mrs. Ashford rolled up her sleeves.

"Down, killer, Reece will take care of her," Violet chuckled.

"How'd you guys know anyway?" Sam wondered.

"Live news coverage." Violet shook her head.

"So, Faith is out there jeopardizing her career for nothing?" Sam was amazed.

"Not for nothing, Sarge, for Reece," Cori smiled.

"Wow, now that's fucking love. Oh, pardon my French, Mrs. Ashford."

"You have no idea how easily that word comes from my daughter's mouth."

Sam raised her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Mrs. A's been sleeping there," Cori explained.

"No I haven't. I haven't got one decent night's sleep with the way those two carry on in bed. Cori, dear, remind me to talk to Theresa about her filthy mouth will you?"

Sarge blushed.

 
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Reece escorted all the girls inside, in between trying to coax Faith to come too. "Faith, come on now, let's go inside," she said quietly.

"Reece! They're calling you terrible names!" the actress was visibly upset.

"Hon, they don't know me. Let's go."

"But, how can you let them say these things?" Faith was livid.

"The guilty have no argument," a protester answered.

"OK, I've had just about enough! I force no one to work here. These women make their own choices and if taking off their clothes is what they choose to do, so be it!" Reece defended her girls. "This is a non-alcoholic, gentleman's entertainment club. There's no sleazy back rooms, there's no lap dancing, there's no touching. Period! Who the hell are you to judge anyone? Go home, the show's over."

"Ms. Ashford, is it true you and the owner of this establishment are romantically involved?

Reece shoved the camera aside and guided her lover to the steps.

"Ms. Corbett! Are you involved with Ms. Ashford?"

"Get off my steps. I'll ask you once nicely to leave my property."

"Are you threatening me? I have it on film."

Reece took a deep breath to calm down. She knew she couldn't do anything to these people. She needed to relax. "I'm not threatening you, I'm telling you to leave now or I'll let the dancers at you. Then its out of my hands," she smiled sweetly."

If you'll just answer my question... or are you afraid to ruin Ms. Ashford's career..." The man's words were cut off as his body was suddenly backed against the door by a redheaded ball of fury.

Faith covered the camera before continuing. "If you know what's good for you," she whispered in his ear, "you'll go away now. That sir, is a threat I fully intent to own up to should you choose to stay."

"Faith, let's go!" Reece demanded.

Once inside the door, Reece turned to her lover and threw up her hands in frustration. She tore the Santa hat off her head and threw it on the floor.

"What were you thinking?!" Reece yelled with the pent up anger. "How could you jeopardize the one thing you always wanted? What possessed you to do that?" she shouted.

"Reece, lay off a bit," Cori requested.

"No!" the tall woman punched the wall. "That was stupid!"

"Theresa! I insist you lower your voice and step back!" Marsha threatened the fuming woman.

Reece did step back, far enough to notice that Faith was in tears, sobbing. Immediately regretting her tirade, she kicked the door and turned on her heel with a loud frustrated growl. "See Cori! I told you!"

They watched Reece storm away, Mrs. Ashford right behind her waving her finger in the air.

"Told you what?" Violet asked as she embraced her friend. "Shh, Faith, it's alright. Reece is feeling threatened."

"She thinks that she's only going to hurt Faith, that Faith is too good for her."

"Oh, that old song and dance. I had no idea she was so insecure."

"Think about it Vi, when did she ever have security?"

"OOOO! She pisses me off!" Faith yelled, scaring both women.

"What?" Cori asked, still holding her chest in fright.

Sam looked everywhere but at the women talking. She couldn't leave her post and really didn't want to hear this.

"When will she get it through her thick freaking skull that I love her?! I'm not going anywhere! SHIT!" Faith sniffed hard and began pacing.

"I take it you've had this conversation."

"Plenty, Vi. I knew what I was getting into from day one! If I was going to up and leave, doesn't she think I would have done it already? She's next to impossible!" Faith made another loud frustrated sound and picked up the Santa hat.

"Well, it seems to me that she needs constant reassuring."

"Vi, what Faith just did out there should be reassuring enough."

"If I may," Sam but in, "Reece did not see Faith protecting her just now, she saw Faith being attacked, because of her."

The dancer and the piercer exchanged looks of surprise at the truth in Sam's words.

"Oohhh," Violet looked thoughtful, "she's scared shitless that because of her, Faith will now be dragged through the ringer and blame her in the process."

"Fuck me!" the actress yelled. "I gotta go fix this."

"I don't believe it," Sarge pointed towards the darkened hallway.

"I have a feeling your mom may have already fixed it," Cori nodded at the two figures approaching.