Reece's Faith (93 page)

 
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Faith trailed behind her lover as she picked up the clothes that were strewn around their room. "So try harder?" Faith whined, watching Reece's butt as she stooped to pick up her jeans.

"Faith," Reece chuckled, "I told you, I don't have the head for that now." She folded the jeans over a hanger.

"Pleeease?" the actress stood in front of the tall woman and gave her best pout.

Reece sighed. "Babe, listen. Just because you want The Animal to be there, doesn't mean it will happen. There's certain factors involved," Reece furrowed her brows at the way that sounded, like she was talking about an algebra problem.
It's not that fucking difficult!

Faith folded a shirt and still wore her pout. "What the hell did you do in here last night?"

"I had trouble choosing an outfit," Reece said in embarrassment.

"You could have shown up naked," Faith suggested with a big grin. "Reece, how come you can't just be..."

"Faith, you keep harping on it and The Animal will whoop your butt!"

"Fine," Faith said and stomped out of the room like a petulant child.

Reece shook her head and laughed. "Maybe I oughtta just go get drunk and belligerent and give her a healthy dose of the real Animal."

"I heard that!" Faith came barreling into the room. "Would you?" she asked hopefully.

Reece blinked a few times before finding her tongue. "Faith, that's not what I want to be."

"I know, but I'll take what you got," she laughed.

"You really want this, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," the actress nodded rapidly. "I'll tie myself to the bed as an offering?" she suggested.

"I don't need an offering, although if you tie yourself to the bed I won't complain," Reece laughed loudly. "You are too adorable. Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"Yes!" Faith ran out of the room and Reece could hear her doing a happy dance all the way downstairs.

"Now what?" she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Can I will it to happen?" She closed her eyes and concentrated hard. She opened them up with a sigh. "Nope, that doesn't work." She sat down on the bed and tried to conjure something up. "Well, that won't work either. I'm in a weird mood." The club owner lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "Now, if she caught me yesterday or the day before..." An evil grin came to her lips, but quickly faded. "No, I don't want an angry, nasty Animal, I want to have fun. I'm trying too hard." After a while, Reece ventured to the top of the stairs and yelled down. "Hey, Faith? Why don't you call Cori? She seems to know more about me than I do," Reece chuckled to herself.

Faith did call Cori. In fact, she had called her before Reece even mentioned it. The dancer didn't have many suggestions, but they put their heads together and came up with a good idea of what Faith could do to provoke Reece. Assist her, but not push her over the limits.

There was an edge to The Animal, one Faith craved more than anything lately. She didn't want the overbearing and angry Reece... that never made for good company. Faith wanted to play with the unpredictable, powerfully sexy Reece and, if she pushed the right buttons, she could have what she wanted and keep Reece close at hand -- Animalistic, but not quite Animal. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

 
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The club owner was just getting out of the shower when Faith called up that she was leaving for work. Reece threw the towel over her shoulders, pulled on her underwear and ran down to see her off.

"Have a good day, babe, I'll miss you," the tall woman leaned down to give Faith a kiss.

"Have you any idea how hard it is for me to leave now?" Faith whined.

Reece straightened up and rubbed her wet hair with the towel, totally aware of what this action caused her breasts to do. "Don't feel like working today?" she asked innocently.

Faith growled and threw herself at her half-naked lover. "No." She palmed two full breasts and sighed happily, "I'd like to stay home and devour you whole."

Reece snickered. Faith was so easy. "Wish you could, babe, but I have to get to work, too." She peeled Faith's fingers off her body and backed up a few steps, throwing the towel over her shoulders again to cover her breasts. Faith's look of disappointment was precious and Reece had to play with it. She ran her hands over her body and threw her head back. "Of course, I don't have to leave for hours yet and who knows what I'll do with the free time," she grinned wickedly and arched her back.

The actress's mouth watered. "You are evil. Evil. Evil. Evil." Faith stomped her foot with each word.

"I thought you liked me when I was evil," Reece teased, baring her teeth in a sneaky smile.

"You just wait 'til I get home, Reece," the red head turned on her heel and marched out of the house.

Reece chuckled, "That was fun."

 
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John was having a hard time getting Faith to cooperate today. "Will you just sit still for half a second?!"

"I'm sorry, I can't." John gave her a glare that meant business. Faith took a deep breath and crossed her legs. "Okay, I'll try."

John sighed and lifted Faith's chin in another attempt to apply eyeliner. "What is wrong with you today miss thing? I've never seen you so jumpy."

"Reece."

"Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?" John asked distractedly as he finally finished one eye.

Faith exploded out of the chair. "She is so goddamned, fucking hot I can't stand it!" she yelled.

John almost fell backwards and he stood there with his eyebrow in his hairline and his mouth hanging open.

Faith began gesturing wildly. "She makes me crazy! I don't think she even knows that she's doing it half the time, but she knew it this morning." She started to pace. "She knows how badly I want her and she played with it. God, I want her so badly right now..." The actress put her face in her hands and was startled when her head was pulled back by a hand on the back of her neck.

"Oh, no! It took me half the morning to do one little green eyeball; you are not going to screw it all up just because you want to get laid! Now sit!" he pointed to the chair and tapped his foot.

Faith obeyed, totally mortified now by her explosion. "Oh, god, I am sooo embarrassed," she squeaked.

"You think you're the only one that's ever been horny? Well, you got another thing coming, Louise," the makeup artist pressed on her forehead and forced Faith's head back. "I could tell you stories for days about being horny, young lady, so don't even think that's an excuse."

"It's not merely horny, John. You wouldn't understand. It's more of a need to have something that you can't. It's right there and you can touch it, but it's not attainable." She squirmed around a bit and then sighed, "It's a part of her I want, but it's a part of her she's afraid to give me."

"Spike? Afraid of something? Ha!" John snorted.

"Yeah. Herself," Faith said quietly.

"I'll tell you what. I have no idea what you're talking about, but I think whatever it is, you have to make her face it head-on. I can't imagine what could frighten her." He pursed his lips studied her face. "You know, I was afraid of cats. One time I got stuck in an elevator with two of them and I thought I was going to die. A little while later, after some gentle coaxing, I was touching one and actually enjoying it. It was soft and silky; it enjoyed the way I was stroking it so much, it purred. How could I be afraid of something that wanted nothing but my attention, the pleasure I was giving it? I felt good knowing that I made it feel good. Now I love them."

Faith understood what John said and she bet he had no idea how much it applied to her own situation. Faith had a brilliant idea. With John's story and Cori's ideas, Faith was completely convinced she had a date with The Animal tonight. "Thanks, John. All it needs is a little stroking and I'm sure it will be purring in no time."

The make up artist eyed Faith curiously. He was sure he'd never seen that face before and he was afraid to ask its meaning.

 
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Reece was sitting back in the recliner listening to her CD's. Smudge was sleeping on her lap, curled up in a precious little ball. They had been playing all morning and finally he fell into an exhausted nap. When she pushed the chair back, it made a noise that startled Smudge and he barked until she picked him up and held him. She was smiling down at the little black dog when the phone rang. She didn't want to disturb her puppy again and stared at the machine waiting for it to answer the call for her. Suddenly Faith's voice filled the room.

"Hi there, stud," she said seductively. "I've been thinking about you all morning," she made a yummy sound and Reece's eyes narrowed at the answering machine. "I keep picturing the way those glorious tits of yours looked this morning and I am soooo wet."

Faith practically purred the last two words and Reece felt a little damp herself. She shifted carefully in her chair so she wouldn't disturb Smudge.

"Anyway, I know you'd have loved for me to take those beautiful nipples in my mouth and lick them like tiny little lollypops, suck them, bite them..."

Faith paused here and Reece groaned. Her nipples reacted to Faith's words and she looked at them as they poked against her T-shirt.
You are so gonna get it, Faith,
she swore to herself.

"I bet they just got hard, didn't they? Oh yeah, I just got wetter thinking about wrapping my lips around them." Faith made a small groaning sound and Reece nodded at the machine. "Well, sexy, I have about 15 minutes until I'm needed on the set. Guess what I'm going to do with my time?" she asked with a chuckle. "Wish you were here," Faith blew a kiss and hung up.

Reece stared at the answering machine long after the call ended.
What is she trying to do, kill me?
She gently slipped her hand beneath the sleeping pup and lifted him up. After depositing him on the couch, she palmed both her breasts and tried to push her nipples back down.
Ohhhh...
she smirked.
I know what you're up to,
Reece nodded and chuckled out loud. Faith was trying to coax the Animal out to play and it was fine by her. She wasn't complaining at all.
Good idea, baby... you just keep this up and you won't know what hit you.

 
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That night at The Lounge, Reece sat on her usual barstool and banged her head against the bar. A few patrons moved away and some of the girls glanced over, but no one did anything. The girls had grown accustomed to this behavior from their boss; she'd been doing it all night long, usually after a phone call. They took a vote and Cori was elected to see if everything was alright, but the dancer came back with no news, having received only a growl for an answer. Cori knew that Faith was torturing her tall lover relentlessly, but she had never seen Reece act like this before. It was comical to see her in this state of painful frustration -- crossing and uncrossing her legs, pacing and muttering, fidgeting uncontrollably, closing her eyes in rapt attention when she listened to each phone call. The dancer laughed at the way Reece's hair was standing up all over the place from her hands constantly grabbing at it.
Yep, bosslady, Faith has you exactly where she wants you.
She would have felt a little bad for Faith, but she knew the actress had asked for it.

Reece's whole body was tingling and her clothes felt too tight. The shirt was damp with perspiration and everything felt rough against her highly aroused body. She put her head in her hands and leaned forward, letting her pants dig into her crotch. It was that call where Faith told her in intricate detail what she had done with her fifteen spare minutes that started Reece off and that last call telling her exactly what she wanted Reece to do with her tongue that put her in this state. She bit her lip and quickly leaned back again upon hearing the satisfied groan leave her own mouth. Looking around and finding no one there to witness her moment of weakness, Reece slumped back onto the bar. Her eyes kept flitting to the clock behind the bar.
One more hour... just 60 minutes... I should get going... maybe I'll walk home.