Private Dancer (40 page)

        
Faith managed to collect herself. Violet was looking at her with concern when she teetered back into the kitchen. Flushed, sweaty, and shaky.

        
"Did you two just... with me right here?" Her eyes were enormous.

        
"Almost." She drank her coffee and sighed. Not giving away the truth. "They give way too much heat in this place."

        
"Um, wanna tell me about it?" The piercer wet a paper towel and put it on the back of the blonde's neck.

        
"Oh yeah... that's nice. Long story. Wanna hang around while I take a shower? I'll tell you after."

        
Drying off after the long cool shower, Faith thought about it, and smiled. It was kinda funny Reece running away and all. Hell, at least tonight at the club, she can't run away.

        
*  

        
Brad didn't disappoint. He had called while Reece was out and left a message for her to call him back. She did and they decided that he was to come to the club tonight and "spot" Faith bartending and the rest will be up to her.

        
Brad wasn't so sure he liked Reece, after how she threatened him in the bar. He'd seen her in action a few times in other bars, and pretty much figured her for a cold hard bitch. He only picked her because he was positive she was gay and he was completely cornered that night. He never would have dared if he hadn't run out of options. He thought that playing the "gay card" would be a plus. Apparently she couldn't care, proving his initial accusations of her true. But in contrast, he knew she was going out on a pretty long limb for her "friend". She really pulled it off last night. Somewhere she had a heart and it wasn't such a bad one either. He finally dialed her number and was very relieved to reach her machine. He did wince at the message. It simply said "Speak" leaving him no time to contemplate what to say.

        
The talent scout was startled when he heard her voice on the other end of the phone. She was nothing like the other night. Her voice was deeper, sexier, dangerous.

        
"Ok Brad, what do you want to do about this." She stated, not questioned.

        
"Uh, I thought you were running the show?" He replied.

        
Reece chuckled. "I like a man who knows who's in charge. You'll come to my club, Faith bartends there. Ever hear of The Lounge?"

        
"No, I'm sorry but..."

        
"Quite alright Brad. I'd be disappointed if you did. All you need to know is on my card. Its a Gentleman's club, so dress like one." Reece sounded amused.

        
"Oh, I see. Is she the only bartender? How will I know who she is?" He was very nervous.

        
"I'll be there at the door, If I'm not just ask for me. Don't make me wait... Mr. Rogers." She chuckled again. "You must have had one hell of a childhood." And she hung up.

        
This friend of hers better be something or his ass was grass. He stared at the address to the club and wondered why she called it hers. Maybe she hangs out at this joint so much, she considers it her own. Yeah, she probably bounces there. Perfect job for that one. Gentleman's club huh? Wall to wall men. Oh yay! He thought excitedly. What do I wear to a titty club?

        
Reece procrastinated for hours over going to the club tonight. There really wasn't any reason for her to be there, and she certainly wasn't needed hanging around when Brad "discovers" Faith. She knew that was exactly what she would do, hang around her. And if the bartender didn't become suspicious first, Reece will drop dead from the delicious tortures she had to endure. But she really wanted to see Faith's face when Brad offers her an acting job. That night of embarrassing behavior would be all worth it to see her genuinely happy. After all, she can never show her face in that bar again. That oughtta make up for it.

        
She remembered how it felt to actually have a real job. The feeling she got that first night Frankie brought her to the club was one she'd never forget. It was a mixture of pride and accomplishment. After basically being a slave, all her life, she was finally free. And she was respected as a human being. People weren't afraid of her anymore.
Well, ok, that took some work.
She chuckled at how Frankie would repeatedly call her into the office and lay into her for scaring off the clients. But he never gave up, and never stopped believing in her. The memory put a smile on her face and made up her mind. She was going to the club. Faith wasn't exactly a slave, and she didn't seem to mind her job, but boy will she be happy to act.
I can be Faith's Frankie.
She thought with a wishful look.
Boy, what I wouldnt give to hear his voice again.
She rooted through her closet until she found the faded pair of jeans he threw at her that day. She really could almost hear his voice when she slipped them on.
Hey Animal...
She really missed that.

        
*  

        
Faith was more excited than ever. She and Violet had a very educating afternoon. While yapping about tattoos and such, Faith admitted a strong interest in piercing her nipple. Her only problem was still hearing her father's voice ranting his views on "those retards with the tattoos and rings".

        
Violet had to laugh, it wasn't something she hadn't heard before. Some of the answering machine messages at the shop were way worse than that.

        
Faith wished she could see one. Violet then produced a breast and showed Faith her own nipple adornment.

        
"The best part is, when you get tired of it, you take it out! It's not permanent."

        
"Wow, that's pretty hot. Can I touch it?" Faith was very intrigued by the whole thing.

        
"Sure. Just don't tug on it. It goes straight to my clit." Violet warned. "And Cori's asleep" She added with a smile.

        
Faith blushed and changed her mind. "Oh, that's ok then. I wouldn't want to cause you any um, discomfort." She silently wondered if she would survive any more pleasure. It was exhausting enough the feelings Reece produced with a plain nipple.

        
"S'okay." Violet shrugged. "You want me to pierce yours?

        
Faith thought about it, looked at the woman's ring and unconsciously held her breast. "I don't know..." She hesitated, "Will it really hurt?"

        
"If you're not positive Faith, don't do it."

        
"I think maybe my nipples are too small..." She looked down her shirt. Violet joined her.

        
"I think they're perfect! Don't judge by mine, Mine is not the size we pierce with, I gradually worked up to this size."

        
Faith grimaced. "Uh, what size do you pierce with?"

        
"About the size of Cori's lip ring. Come on, I'll show you."

        
They went into Cori's room and stood over the snoring woman. Violet took out her breast again and showed Faith the difference. Faith was getting more and more into the idea and took out her own breast She looked from Cori's lip to her nipple and back again.

        
"Hey, that's not big at all. I think it would look good on me." Faith stared at her nipple in thought. It would probably be better to judge if it were hard. "You're the professional, what do you think?" She absently rubbed the nipple while she spoke.

        
"I think it would look perfect. You have beautiful breasts Faith. Why shouldn't you decorate them?" Violet said sincerely.

        
"Oh no, only one." She kept looking back and forth between her nipple, Cori's lip, and Violet. Violet was very patient. She was not going to make up the blonde's mind for her. That decision was all up to her. On second thought...

        
"Faith, how is Reece going to take it?" She worried.

        
"Oh you never mind her. She hasn't staked her claim on these yet. If she doesn't like it, she can go scratch." Her mind was settled. "Lets do it."

        
Cori was slightly bewildered at that statement. She opened her eyes and quickly closed them. She could have sworn she was awake, but judging from what she saw when she opened her eyes, she had to be dreaming. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and her stomach was growling for food. She had to be awake.

        
"Please tell me my best friend and a chick I picked up at a bar aren't standing there, each holding a tit talking about doing it."

        
The two women laughed. "Hey Cor, what do you think, will it look good on me?" She climbed on Cori and put her nipple by her lip. Cori went cross-eyed trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

        
"Faith! What are you doing?" She backed away from the breast in shock.

        
"I'm going to pierce it. Will you hold my hand?"

        
"Can I piss first?" She was still a little confused.

        
"Go on ya big baby. I'll go make you something to eat." They put their breasts away and left Cori to figure out what just happened.

        
*  

        
After the piercing and a successful shopping trip, Faith and Cori headed home. Cori wasn't sure how Reece was going to take to this new development. She figured Cori to be a freak, and now with Violet...
Good night! She's going to think we've corrupted her!
The phone rang and she jumped. It was Reece calling to make sure Faith was coming in to work tonight.

        
"Uh as far as I know, yeah. Oh and by the way, I'm fine thank you."

        
"Good, you were pretty fucked this morning. How's the puppy?" The boss snickered.

        
"She's actually really nice Reece. Thank you for introducing us. I owe you."

        
"Good. I might need that favor."

        
"Reece, you're being awfully weird lately, first the Suit, which you still need to explain, and now you're asking for favors? What gives?"

        
"You'll know all about the guy tonight. Just make sure Faith gets here ok?"

        
"The Suit has something to do with Faith doesn't he?" She figured.

        
"Yeah, now can I hang up?" Reece sounded nervous.

        
"Yeah, sure boss. Later." Cori stood there for a minute. For the life of her she couldn't figure this one out. What would Reece hanging all over a guy have to do with Faith coming in to work tonight? Maybe she just ought to wait and see, as much as it killed her to not know something.

        
Faith was a bundle of energy and couldn't wait to get dressed and go to work. She was thinking about Reece all day. She couldn't stop reliving the scene by the door this morning. She thought a needle stabbing through her nipple would have quenched that particular problem, but now she was more aware of her nipple than ever. And the pain was borderline pleasurable. Right before she dressed, Violet checked up on her nipple, and was surprised at how well it was taking to the piercing.