Private Dancer (37 page)

        
Cori gave her the once over. She didn't look upset. No red eyes, no dark circles. Actually she looked like she must have got a good 6 hours sleep. She cocked an eyebrow.

        
"Hey? Are you ok?" She asked quite curiously.

        
"Yep. I had enough time to think about it and yeah, I'm fine." The green eyes showed mischief.

        
Cori narrowed her eyes at her friend suspiciously. "OK, out with it." She demanded. "What little scheme have you got rolling around in that head?"

        
Faith smiled deviously. "What's the one thing Reece can't deny?"

        
"Coffee." Cori joked. This earned her a tug on her eyebrow piercing. "OW! What are you nuts?" Her nose ran from the sting.

        
"Nope. What's the one thing that Reece needs?" She continued.

        
Cori still wiping the tear from her eye caught on. "Oh, sex!"

        
"Uh huh." She smiled.

        
"Yeah well I hate to break it to you, but she's been shockingly chaste lately. She's been keeping to herself if you know what I mean."

        
"Oh I know alright... oh do I ever know... She certainly couldn't go like THAT every night! I mean my lord a person needs to... mmm, imagine her doing..."

        
"Alright! I get the picture! What does this have to do with the price of tea in China?"

        
Faith had to erase the visual from her mind before she could go on. "Well Reece hasn't had sex with anyone else because she can't. She needs me. I don't know why, but she reacts to... and trusts me. But she's afraid of this, us. So I'm going to force her to face me through sex."

        
"Faith, what the hell are you talking about?"

        
"She's more afraid of me, than she's not afraid of sex."

        
"WHAT?" Cori was getting a headache.

        
"I'm playing dirty Cor. If I can get her so turned on, so worked up... she'll have no choice but to come to me... she's mine. She can't deny the feelings she has for me. Just like I can't."

        
"You're insane."

        
"Cor, you weren't there. I have a certain power over her when it comes to this. I was thinking about it last night. The Reece I heard all the stories about and the Reece that I made love with, well... they don't match up. She seems to crave my touch, not her release."

        
"Reece was never in love before."

        
"Exactly. Right now, if I play my cards right, she'll crave much more than my touch. She'll crave all of me."

        
"How exactly are you going to do this? Sit outside her house and flash her when she comes and goes?" She asked sarcastically.

        
"I'm going back to bartending at The Lounge. She'll see me almost everyday. I'm going to be the death of her." She grinned.

        
"Oh, very cute. So listen, when she throws you down on the bar and fucks you, shall we all look away?"

        
"Smart ass. I know what I'm doing. I won't let her catch me... yet."

        
"Faith, as your best friend and the recipient of your half of the rent, I hope you're right."

        
"Trust me Cori, I have this one covered." She winked and returned to her bedroom, mug in hand.

        
"Oh Jesus. I HAVE created a monster." Cori shook her head and entered her room to get ready for the day.

        
*  

        
The phone kept ringing. Every 10 minutes. It seemed every time the tall woman fell back into her bath and consequently, her fantasy, the phone would ring. She wouldn't even bother getting it, but hey, it could be Faith, the woman she was thinking about day and night... and now. Last night she let the machine pick up, and it was her. She said she'd like to start working the bar again, and plans to come in Thursday. If there was a problem with it, the club owner was to call her.
Problem with it? Oh no, no problem at all. I like having my stomach twisted in a knot all day.
But Reece couldn't say no. She did want to see the blonde every chance she could get. What a perfect excuse too, to have her working at her club. She just needed to figure a way to stop getting sick each time she looked of her. And maybe, seeing her everyday will help get over this fear of hurting her. Then again, maybe if Faith sees her everyday, she'll see the real Reece and the club owner won't have so much explaining to do. Needless to say, she hadn't called Faith back. Now in a few hours she'd have to face her, and her feelings. She was really trying to get off now, trying to at least squash these particular feelings anyway. One less thing to deal with tonight, if only she could seem to come. Reece knew she was kidding herself and that this wouldn't even begin to take care of the fire that burned inside of her for Faith. Oh how she wished the dancer was there. Cursing loudly she pulled the plug on the bath water and wrapped herself in a towel. Why did it always seem like there was a test where the little blonde was involved?

        
*  

        
Faith was welcomed back with gusto. The Lounge was high energy tonight, and it didn't escape the tall owner as she slunk through he club. She wondered if it was Faith that had this effect. Standing in the shadows, she let her blue eyes settle on the shapely bartender. She was laughing with a customer, her green eyes caught the passing light, making Reece's stomach hurt.
She is so beautiful.
She watched as Faith stopped and looked around as if someone had called her name. Reece looked too to see who caused that effect then noticed the bright emeralds cutting right through her.
Faith felt me?
She puzzled. They stood there locked on each other until someone yelled for a drink. Faith curled her lips in a lopsided smirk, daring Reece with her eyes to look away. Without realizing it, the taller woman had moved closer to the bar, and out of the shadows. Faith made a show of posing and bending to make this drink. Her tip cup was overflowing. The bartender then slipped out from behind the bar and advanced on the club owner. Reece stood there like a deer in headlights watching the ultra sexy walk Faith was using.
Goddamn, she's hot.

        
Faith took Reece's hands out of her pockets and wrapped them around her back, leaning in to the rigid body. "Hi sexy, miss me?" Faith rubbed her cheeks on Reece's breasts before she placed a bunch of small kisses on her throat, feeling the convulsive swallowing under her lips. "Yeah, it's hard to answer when your throat's gone dry." She chuckled, swatted Reece on the ass and started back towards the bar. "Its ok, you can answer me later if you want. I got all night." She smiled big and shook her hips all the way back to the bar.

        
Reece was a little uncomfortable. She was a tad moist between the legs and her nipples actually hurt. She was a little amazed at how she reacted to this public display when it was Faith. Any other woman would have been naked right now.
This is new.
She could feel the twinkling eyes sneaking looks at her. This sudden weakness was highly unusual, and yet, her stomach wasn't hurting so much right now.
What was that all about? Here I am trying to be the good girl and... well, I swear its another test.
She took another look at Faith, who licked her lips and winked.
Oh man, she really isn't giving up with out a fight.

        
Faith had it all planned out. She was going to drive Reece insane with need, then hit her up with an indecent proposal that the beautiful woman could not turn down. The devious bartender teased her boss all night long, wearing the tightest leather pants, super push up bra, boots, and nothing else. Faith was relentless in her torture, and Reece was suddenly becoming very religious. Faith smirked each time she heard a "holy shit" or "oh god" slip out of those yummy lips. The normally composed woman was practically shaking as Faith treated her to long smoldering looks, copped generous feels, and left caresses full of promises in very strategic locations. And then for a finale, she dropped to her knees lifted Reece's shirt and planted a goodnight kiss directly on her navel. Faith even thought she heard the tall woman whimper once or twice. Judging by the reactions she was getting, the scheming bartender figured two days tops. She'd be lying on that couch come hell or high water by Saturday night. Feeling very cocky, Faith practically pranced out onto the street.

        
*  

        
Cori was pretty impressed with both of her friends these days. Faith was downright seductive. And maybe a little cruel too. She certainly did her share of observing at The Playhouse because she was just this close to raunchy, yet still in the realm of taste. The dancer kept tabs on the bartender and stifled the need to shove a dollar in her bra for her performance on a few occasions. She couldn't wait to see what she had in store for Reece tomorrow night. God this was good. Now Reece, Reece was more than lenient, taking everything that Faith dished out. Strange as it was, the boss stayed out of her office a majority of the night and directly in the line of fire. She wondered about that early on in the evening, but figured Reece is a smart woman, she had to know what was going on. Maybe she's on to it all and is giving Faith a run for her money? She chuckled at that thought.
If it's true, poor, poor Faith.
She stopped to watch Reece pull down the heavy gates to the club and jumped slightly when it hit the sidewalk with such force, it bounced halfway back up.
Damn she's frustrated.
She was slightly worried that the tightly wound woman would seek a strangers attentions to relieve some tension. The dancer also thought it might not be such a bad idea, for everybody's sake.

        
"Hey bosslady, wanna catch a drink?"

        
"Where at?" She seemed genuinely interested.

        
Cori, not expecting that answer was thrown off guard. "Umm, what about that new place over by you?" The dancer started to walk faster to keep up with Reece's long strides.

        
"That trendoid yuppie den?" The tall woman grimaced. "I was thinking maybe a seedy dark joint, preferably with a pool table." She winked, throwing Pepe the keys.

        
Cori thought a moment while waiting for the car. Her friend couldn't stand still and was practically oozing sex. Even Pepe was nervous.

        
"Looking for something Reece?" Cori climbed into the open door and blew a kiss at the chivalrous Pepe.

        
"What makes you say that?" She smirked.

        
"Pool table, dark, oh, I don't know. It just sounds like your type of pick up joint is all."

        
"You don't have to join me Cori. I'm just going to relax a little, let off a bit of steam."

        
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Pig."

        
"Freak."

        
Cori saw that Reece was driving towards her house anyway and wondered if her friend was attempting to avoid temptation or desperate enough to bed a yuppie. The dancer made it her quest to keep Reece out of temptation's way, should it rear its head in this unlikely place.
Who am I kidding?
She thought.
Nothing can stand between Reece and her libido.

        
The club owner found that the place really wasn't that bad now that she got settled. She stirred her cranberry juice and scanned the place. Not much to look at except the bartender with reddish blonde hair. She squinted.
Nope, brown eyes, but she'll do just the same.
Reece was worried about the piano, but seeing it was covered in empty glasses, calmed her down a bit.