Private Dancer (29 page)

        
Uh oh.
Thought the voyeur.
NG.
She wondered if she should interrupt.

        
Reece grabbed the wandering hand by the wrist and pulled it up over her head. Faith was back against the wall with nearly 6 feet of pure frustration pressed against her faster than she could blink. The power frightened and thrilled her at the same time.

        
"If this is another test Faith, I'm about to fail." She descended towards her mouth but a hand on her forehead stopped her.

        
"WHAT!!??"

        
"I'm sorry." She wiggled away. "Go, go start the car, I'll be right there."

        
"Tell Cori you'll talk to her later." Reece stalked off into the club.

        
*  

        
Faith squinted in the darkness and saw her friend with a guilty smile and a little wave.

        
"You were there the whole time?"

        
"Guilty" Cori smirked.

        
"Do you enjoy watching?" Faith teased.

        
"You know, it seems to be my calling." The dancer shook her head.

        
"It could be worse." Faith smiled back.

        
"You missy are in for a hell of a night." She nudged her with her shoulder.

        
"Obviously. She has this unbelievable effect on me. I can't seem to control my actions."

        
"I know." She chuckled. "I saw."

        
"Pig."

        
The blonde thought about all the things that her friend had told her in the beginning about the dark club owner, especially the details and she blushed. Then she thought about the pictures she found in Cori's room. She suddenly felt scared.

        
Cori was watching her friend think. S
he really couldn't be having second thoughts now. Could she?
"Well? Why aren't you running out there?"

        
"What if I don't know what to do? What if I don't know how to do it? What if..."

        
"Geez Faith, trust me, you'll do fine."

        
"Cori? I want her so bad. I never felt like this in my life. Its scary."

        
"I know hon." She hugged her friend.

        
"I don't care if she fucks me anymore."

        
"I don't think you have to worry about that. Well unless you ask her to." She smiled an evil little smile.

        
"Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?"

        
"Reece Corbett's heart."

        
"How can you be so sure?"

        
"Well for starters, you still have all your clothes on. Second, she walked away. You are running the show here Faith. God knows how. Just a warning... don't push it. She can be... well, hard to handle."

        
"More so?" She asked amazed.

        
"Much more. I don't know what you're into, but… never mind. You'll be fine. Love you. Get going"

        
I'm trusting you Reece. She's trusting you.

        
"Love you too." Faith ran. She already felt lonely with out her.

        
*  

        
Reece backed the car out of the garage and pulled in front of the club. She was all energy and anticipation. "Come ON Faith!" She had never waited this long for anything she wanted, especially getting laid. This made her pound on the steering wheel with impatience.
Why am I doing this again?
She blew out a long breath.

        
Some time, last week maybe, Reece couldn't think right now, in the middle of one of their talks, Cori told her Faith loved her. The Dancer also laid out a list of do's and don'ts when it came to affairs of the heart. Reece tried hard to remember them. She cannot act on impulse like she always had. Her impulse being aggressive, demanding, and taking what she wants.
I am expected to be gentler, less domineering, aware of Faith's needs - not just my own.
She sighed, her leg bouncing a little less rapidly. It was just as well. Her habit of using women wasn't appealing any more. The morning after had nothing on the way she'd been feeling during the act nowadays. No amount of time spent with any one of them took the place of those 5 minutes on the couch with Faith.

        
Why am I doing this again? Because I love her. And if I don't, she'll go away. We all know how well I handled THAT.

        
Reece laid on the horn, causing Sam to get up and check it out. The bouncer saw her boss with her head on the steering wheel and her hands gripping the dashboard with white knuckles. She tapped on the driver's side window. Reece opened her eyes and looked sideways at Sarge before sitting up in her seat and opening the window.

        
"What's up?"

        
"I just came to ask you that question. You ok?"

        
"Yeah, did you see Faith?"

        
"She's talking to Cori. Should I get her?"

        
"No."

        
Sam chuckled.

        
"And just what is so humorous?"

        
"You." Reece sat straight up and glared at her. "Now wait a minute... really. Look at you." Sarge pointed at her.

        
"I can kill you with one blow."

        
"And I can break that arm before it touches me. A Few Good Men. Remember?"

        
"Well, so, elaborate on your mirth" She cocked her head up at the bouncer.

        
"You're so frustrated its funny."

        
"I don't see the funny part Sarge."

        
"Well, this little spit of a woman has you sniffing around her ass like a dog. I find it very refreshing."

        
"Refreshing. You're not gonna pull out a douche now are you?" She deadpanned.

        
"Damn Reece, you watch too much TV. Here comes trouble." She walked away still smiling.

        
*  

        
The blonde dancer fell into the car and closed the door. Reece was staring at her.

        
"What?" She was starting to get that stomach thing threefold.

        
"You certainly took long enough. Put your seat belt on."

        
"I hate these things. They're claustrophobic. And speaking of, what's the deal with this car?"

        
"Put it on or we don't move. What's wrong with the car? It'll get you where you want."

        
"Ok" She reluctantly put on the seat belt and made sure to make a face about it. Reece just sighed and peeled away from the curb practically taking the corner on two wheels.

        
"Oh, I see your point." The dancer looked sick.

        
"Sorry 'bout that. I'm in a bit of a rush." She smirked and put her hand on Faith's leg.

        
"As much as I like it there, please keep it on the wheel."

        
"Are we going to your place or mine?"

        
Faith thought about it for a minute. She thought of her bedroom. She might be more comfortable knowing Cori is in the next room, but she had this small little part of her that wanted Reece to have the upper hand. Home turf gave you that advantage. Besides, she was really curious about that bed… and more. She became terribly turned on about the more part and blushed.

        
"Your house, your bed, your..." She patted her bag.

        
Reece growled and her head swam with the possibilities. She was amazed at how this little woman was making her feel. She heard Faith's stomach growl and made a snap decision. She pulled over by the all night bagel store. She got out and bent her head back in to speak.

        
"What do you want?"

        
"Well, you said you're full of surprises so..." She leaned over towards the drivers door, giving Reece an eyeful of half-naked cleavage, "... surprise me." She winked.

        
"You have no idea what just happened in my pants..." The door slammed.

        
Faith laughed out loud at Reece's discomfort. She knew she really should stop it, but it was so much fun. She liked teasing the tall woman mercilessly. She loved watching her squirm under her control. Maybe even got off on it. "Oh my..." She wondered, "this is certainly new." She smiled. Who cares? She saw said woman approaching.
Look at her! And she's all mine to play with.

        
*  

        
Sam ran into Cori and the girls on their way out.

        
"Cori wait a minute."

        
"I'll be right there ladies. Yeah Sarge?"

        
"What's with those two?"

        
"Who two."

        
"Reece, Faith, you know."

        
"I have a feeling we'll hear all about it tomorrow. I'm privy to some information that would curl your toes. Come to my house. We're having a party for Faith and we're using her picture as a stand in."

        
"Any excuse to party huh?" She laughed and locked up the gates, joining them.

        
*  

        
Faith ate her bagel and drank her Yoo Hoo before they even got to the West Village. She was staring at the dark haired driver in such a way that it became very hard for the driver to concentrate on the road.

        
"Look here blondie, I'll pull this thing over and…"

        
"What? I'm just looking."

        
"Looking like you want it."