Reece's Faith (79 page)

"Yes, when you drew all that attention to why you quit "Campus". I didn't protest, lord knows I should have, but it was a wonderful thing to see on the news. By putting your face out there, you cracked some stereotyping. It changed some things, some people's views about who and what gay people should look like."

"That was my idea," John piped up, enamored by Paul's squatting butt and talking directly to it. "OW!" he glared at Reece and rubbed his shin.

"You're welcome, Paul."

"Well, I just wanted to thank you. Have a great dinner everyone."

While Paul proceeded to take everyone's order, Reece watched Faith's expression of embarrassed shyness turn to a more prideful smile, complete with a slight chin raise. She squeezed Faith's hand tighter and smiled back at her when she turned to face her.

"Feels good, Reece," she beamed. "I did something... and it feels really good."

The club owner simply nodded, knowing exactly what her lover was feeling, and cheerfully gave Paul her order.

 
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Later that night, Reece slid under the covers and watched Faith sleep for a long while. All night at the club, the only thing on her mind was Faith. She needed her lover,
really
needed her in the worst way. The couple hadn't really made love for almost two weeks and Reece thought she had set some sort of new personal record, which was especially annoying, since she was lying here right now, staring at Faith as she slept.
Wake up, Faith, Wake up, Faith...
she chanted in her mind while staring intently at her lover. The sleeping woman didn't even flinch.

Reece rolled over and scrubbed her hands over her face in defeat.
Well, looks like I'll be flying
solo, she decided with a frown. Sparing one more intent glare at Faith, Reece flopped back rather heavily and the bed bounced. Faith grumbled and turned over to face Reece, her hand reaching out blindly until it found the club owner's arm. Faith then pulled it towards her as she scooted her body closer to her lover, until she was hugging Reece's arm like a body pillow.

Reece narrowed her eyes at her sleeping, smiling lover.
Well, that's just great, I can't do it with my other hand!
The tall woman turned her face towards the wall and she stared at it for a long time. She tried not to concentrate on the weight of Faith's breasts as they hugged her bicep. It didn't work. The club owner sighed loudly and turned back around to face Faith again.
She doesn't realize what she's doing to me, does she?
Reece jiggled and flexed her captive arm. "Faith," she whispered. "Gimme..." she flexed her bicep again and Faith made yummy sounds, digging her fingers a little harder into the tense muscle. Then, to Reece's amazement, Faith scooted even closer and curled up, placing Reece's fingers directly in her crotch.

THAT does it!
The tall woman shoved her left hand down inside her boxers and tested her agility. A pleased grin spread across her face as her legs parted wider.

 
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Reece was roused to wakefulness by an odd sensation on her forearm. Opening her eyes, she was face to snout with Smudge and he was humping her arm. Sitting up quickly and dislodging the pup, she lifted her arm in the air and shook it. "Oh, man, that was disgusting!" she scolded the puppy that just sat there on the bed staring at her. "Bad Smudge, bad, bad puppy," she shook her finger at him and he began to gnaw on it. "Cut it out!" she whisper-yelled.

"Babe? What in the world are you doing?" Faith's sleepy voice drifted from under the covers.

"Ugh, yuck. Smudge was humping me," she grimaced and shook her arm again.

"He's got good taste." Faith sat up and watched her lover shake and flap her arm. "Stop that, you look like you're trying to take flight. It's distracting as all hell."

"What, pray tell, is it distracting you from," Reece scrunched up her forehead.

"This," the actress sat up and threw herself on top of Reece, hugging her in a vice grip.

"Hey, now this is good. Wouldn't want to distract you from this," the club owner stretched her neck up in an invitation. "God knows how long it's been since I had..."

"Reece?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes ma'am."

In the midst of many long awaited kisses, Reece reached up to touch Faith's face. The actress pulled back and stared at her lover curiously.

"What?" Reece puzzled. "Why did you stop?" she groaned.

"Your hand, Reece... you touched yourself?" Faith's eyebrow arched high on her head.

"Well, Faith, it's been what, two weeks? Gimme a break," Reece pouted.

"In our bed? With me in it and you didn't wake me?"

"Believe me, I tried."

"Do you remember that promise you made me about touching yourself?"

"No, refresh my memory. I'm sure I was unfairly coerced, anyway," Reece teased.

"You said, you'd touch yourself for me... so I can watch," Faith folded her arms across her chest.

"No, I think I said maybe. Maybe I promised to make you feel like a big giant clit again?" Reece wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh, now you're sadly mistaken," Faith shook her head with a cute little grin. "So, are you going to let me watch you?"

"Now?" the club owner questioned. "I'd have to be in one hell of a mood to just sit here and do that," she chuckled.

"I'm sure I could assist you in getting to that mood, Reece," Faith purred at the end of her sentence and Reece's eyes narrowed. The smaller woman leapt across the bed and landed on top of her waiting lover, throwing her on her back. She grabbed both sides of Reece's face and squished, making fish lips, sucked them into her mouth and teased them with her tongue.

Reece shook her leg uncontrollably as the sensations traveled down her body. Smudge seeing this as an opportunity attacked the flailing limb, scaling the length of it until he made it to her thigh. Reece was making grunting sounds at the scratching, biting pup and Faith took it as encouragement. She pinned her lover down onto the bed and began kissing her with abandon, the change of position causing Smudge to slide into the crevice between the club owner's long legs. Suddenly, Reece sat up with a strangled gasp and Faith was staring into wide-open, horror-filled blue eyes.

"Reece! What is it?"

"I think I just peed!" the confused club owner tossed Faith to the side to look between her legs.

Faith, to her enormous credit, managed to look sympathetic as Reece picked up the guilty party and glared a hole right through him.

"He peed in my crotch, Faith," Reece was far calmer than she should have been at this moment. "Faith, take him away before my fingers close around his LITTLE, RAT-LIKE THROAT!"

There, that's more like it,
thought the actress as she quickly grabbed the pup.
Her ears are just the color they should be, right now. Welcome back, Reece.

Reece stood up, pulled the crotch of her boxers away from her body and walked bow-legged into the bathroom. Faith could swear she heard her tall lover muttering about "rat ala king" in between curses and hugged Smudge protectively.

"You really ought to be more careful, sweetie. Auntie Reece has just about had it with you." Faith placed the puppy on the floor and scrunched her face up.
Well, so much for sex now. She'll probably scrub it raw after that.

 
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Later that night, Reece sat uncomfortably on a very low barstool in her office with a very ugly green apron around her neck. She stretched her long legs out in front of her, stopping the cramping in her awkwardly bent knees. She lifted the apron and glared at the stool as if it would twirl itself back to normal height, but it didn't, so the tall woman dropped the apron back down to her lap and groaned.
Stupid stool.
Cori adjusted it so she could reach the club owner's head, but Reece was anxious and couldn't care if the dancer had to stand on her desk. All that mattered was that she was uncomfortable. Reece squirmed and fidgeted like a child who had to go to the bathroom and was ready to bolt by the time Cori bustled in the door screwing the top on a spray bottle.

"Did ya miss me, Boss?"

"Like a hive."

"Come on, Reece, I never saw someone so nervous about getting their hair cut," she began spraying water on Reece's hair and combing it through.

"Just do it, Cori, before I lose it," Reece's fingers poked out from under the apron and pulled it away from her throat.

"Is it too tight? You have a fat neck. I'd take it off, but you'll get your tux all hairy." She shrugged when the club owner ignored her.

"Cori, you're sure you know what you're doing?" Reece questioned, wiping her sweaty palms on her thighs. She jumped when the cold water finally seeped down to her scalp.

Seeing the movement under the apron, Cori giggled. "You're not playing with yourself are you Reece? Cuz then I'd
really
lose the apron," she joked.

"Don't remind me," Reece said dejectedly.

The dancer came around to face her friend. "Still?!"

"Still," Reece said flatly.

"Wow. That sucks," Cori replied sympathetically.

"Actually, I learned something in all this, Cor."

Cori had returned to her task and answered rather distractedly. "Learned something?"

"I'm ambidextrous."

The dancer snorted in surprise, "You're kidding. You actually tested the theory?"

"I had no choice. She was hugging my right arm like a teddy bear and, well, it was time."

"Shit, Reece, what's going on?" Cori just about finished dousing her boss' head.

"She's got a new schedule, up at dawn, home at midnight and, well, mine's just about opposite. We hardly have any time left. She's exhausted, the poor thing, and I don't want to push it. I'm just thankful as all hell that she's filming in New York. If she were in another state, I'd die."

"No time together, at all?" Cori found this unfathomable.

"Well, almost this morning, but Smudge peed on me."

Cori snorted again. "Sorry, Reece. I'm sure you'll get some after I finish with you."

Reece turned her head with a raised eyebrow, "You better hope so."

"I'm telling you... tonight, you'll have Faith on her knees. Okay, hold still, I'm going to cut now."

Both women said a silent prayer with the first snip.

 
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Faith stepped up into her trailer and leaned her back against the door to shut it. She looked around the interior, taking in the decor and marveled at how it didn't look one bit like the big tin box it did from the outside. Every day she entered the trailer and had the same reaction. "Wow, my very own trailer. This is too much." Feeling overwhelmed, the actress crossed the room and sat on the bed. She was exhausted and even though the other seasoned actors explained that she would eventually get used to it, Faith wasn't so sure it was going to happen. The constant flurry of activity and the ever present swinging overhead cameras was highly distracting to the actress, not to mention nerve wracking. She found it hard to concentrate with all the hustling activity around her at all times. Her trailer was supposed to be her refuge, but Faith felt no such safety outside the protective embrace of her lover's warm, strong arms. A pang of loneliness tugged at her gut and tears burned her eyes.