Private Dancer (6 page)

        
"Well, Faith wants to take the subway and Cori don't like it."

        
"Ah, good for Cori." She hadn't taken her eyes off of the bartender. She looked so sad.
I wonder why?
"No one should ever make her frown."

        
"Yeah, it doesn't become her at all."

        
Reece was not aware she had spoken that last thought out loud.

        
"Well no, it doesn't," she covered. Seeing them get into a cab, she made a mental note to talk to Cori about a potential new roommate with blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Which just locked into hers, for a brief moment. A strange feeling tickled down her spine and landed in her knees.
Laid. I need to get laid.
"Later, Sam."

        
"Safe home, boss."

        
*  

        
"Earth to Faith...do you read me?"

        
"Sorry. It’s just...she looks so..."

        
"Hot? Sexy?"

        
"No, determined. Like she's on a mission."

        
"You got that right. She's going to make an appearance at the Reece Corbett Fan Club." She received a puzzled look. "I'll explain the enigma that is Reece over some good food. Okay?"

        
"Why do I have this feeling that I don't want to know?"

        
"Oh, I think you want to know everything about her."

        
Faith rolled her eyes. But inside, she really did want to know everything. Where she lived, what she liked, what she slept in, how she smelled, what her skin felt like. A very large shudder passed through her. She glanced at Cori, who was giving her the raised ring and a smirk.
Well,
she thought,
you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em.
"You know, you should have pierced the other eyebrow. You don't look cocky, just silly with it bouncing around on your head."

        
"Yeah. How did you know I was shooting for cocky?"

        
"Shut up. Let’s go eat. You have some things you wanted to tell me." Faith decided to venture into Reece's world.

        
The two women found themselves in the Village. By the time they had their menus, they noticed a familiar figure idling at the light on the corner. Another figure that apparently couldn't keep her hands to herself was draped around her from behind. Legs and all. "Wow!" Cori said. "She was fast tonight! Must be horny as all hell."

        
"Okay, Cori, spit it out. What is that all about?"

        
*  

        
Reece couldn't help but see the purple hair in the window. Or the other woman gaping at her. She suddenly felt like she was doing something wrong. As if she were hurting the little blonde. She felt teeth at her neck and the insistent pressing against her lower back.
Laid. I need to get laid.

        
*  

        
"Oh!" The redhead underneath her cried out. Reece was fucking her with all she had, her fingers plunging deep within the woman. All she needed was to get laid. She snagged a nipple with her teeth. The woman gasped.

        
Reece pushed back harder against the raised leg, in attempt to come again. The first one did absolutely nothing to squash the flame in her groin. Looking down at the stranger in her bed suddenly disgusted her. She sneered and closed her eyes. The woman groaned loudly. She didn't want to hear her. "Shut up," she said, and bit harder at the tender flesh. The woman whimpered. "I said shut up." The elusive orgasm was killing her.

        
"Sorry...Reece."

        
Oh, the image of Faith saying those exact words flashed before her eyelids. She rubbed herself harder against the already soaked thigh. She could feel the woman closing tightly around her fingers. She saw Faith in her bed...green eyes staring back at her with need... The woman started to shudder...then she yelled. Reece opened her eyes and watched as the stranger, not Faith, succumbed to her. She didn't want her there any more. She rolled off of her and lay there hating herself. Fingers made their way between her legs. "No, don't touch me. Just go."

        
The woman looked hurt.
Oh fuck.
"Look, I'm not feeling so good. I'll see you again sometime. Okay?"

        
Well, at least she smiled. Reece watched as the woman got dressed and smiled again as she let herself out. She rolled over onto her stomach and groaned. The throbbing in her crotch had not eased at all. The cause of the ache started to come back to mind. She turned back over as the image in her head rolled on top of her, touching her. Her hands followed the path that her green-eyed lover took. It felt like nothing ever had. In no time, her fantasy had taken her to places she only dreamed of. This was just what she needed. "Oh, Faith!" she cried as the powerful climax shook her very being. "Jesus!" she breathed at the feelings that overwhelmed her entire body. When she finally came back to reality, she rolled over on her stomach and clutched her pillow tightly. Tears were in her eyes and she had no idea why. Blinking them away, she realized Faith was the one. That frightened her like nothing before.

        
*  

        
The bartender was lying in her bed as the sun peeked into her room. God. The things Cori had told her. Faith was wide awake, her mind buzzing with all this information: the club, Frankie, Monica, and mostly Reece.
So I'm not the only one, huh?
Everybody slept with her. Cori even slept with her! And did she have to be so graphic? She had an idea Cori knew exactly what she was doing to her.
So, it’s okay that I want her to touch me, and after hearing those stories, all I'd have to do is ask.
"Hey, Reece, touch me."
Yeah right.
Hmmm, the thought of Reece touching her was not at all as unpleasant as the thought of asking her.

        
She started thinking up a scenario, what would happen if Reece did touch her. She'd love to run her fingers through that silky looking black hair, smell her perfume, and feel her arms around her. That wasn't unpleasant either; in fact it was very nice. She wanted to be the one that the tall gorgeous woman took home tonight. She imagined that she was on the back of the bike, wrapped around the muscular body. The feeling moved from her stomach to between her legs. It was a long time since she was this aroused. Her thoughts started becoming much more detailed. Damn Cori to hell. Reece was touching her all right, touching and biting and licking. Faith couldn't move fast enough for her fantasy. She was panting and sweating before her blue-eyed lover had even touched her where she needed it most. When she finally did, Faith gasped at how wet she was. Unable to control the fantasy, she let it take her to new places. Touching herself never felt so good in her whole life. It was like Reece was really there, doing incredible things to her body. She began trembling almost violently and grabbed a pillow to smother the name she screamed as she came. "Holy shit!" she gasped. "What the hell was that?"
Wow,
she thought,
imagine what the real thing would do.
She was totally drained and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

        
*  

        
Faith woke feeling better than she had in ages. She grabbed her crow bar and bounced into the hallway, celebrating her mood with a much-deserved shower. She grabbed all her dirty under clothes to wash with her. Last night still fresh in her mind, she let out a long breath and shook her head at how intense her body had reacted to a mere fantasy. So...I guess this means I'm attracted to women,
a
woman,
that
woman. Mmm, the tingling was back in her stomach, but she welcomed it now. She could have Reece in the flesh if she wanted. Cori made sure to make a point of telling her how easy it was to have her. Funny, she didn't feel so uncomfortable about it now.

        
She turned off the water and toweled off her hair. Actually, she felt excited at the prospect of bedding her, feeling her move with her, against her. Oh, better not go there now, kiddo, you got things to do. Wrapping her robe tightly around her, she made her way back to the apartment to start her day. She agreed to the job, and today she would be shopping for some tight, revealing clothes. Working at The Lounge would triple her pay and, if she looked good enough, add hundreds in tips. She would give her notice at The Tavern tonight. This, too, made her tingly, but in a different, new adventure kind of way.

        
*  

        
After the gym, Reece found herself in Brooklyn, knocking on her dancer friend's door. When no one answered for a while, she began to become unreasonably jealous, thinking that maybe Cori had spent the night with Faith.
And why not? Because I don't want her to!
she fumed. When the door finally opened, the dancer looked like she hadn't slept a wink and this fuelled Reece's anger. "You're a fucking ho you know that?"

        
"Gee, good morning to you too. What crawled up your ass this morning? And why did it do so at this hour?"

        
"Is she here?" The tall woman was furious.

        
"Who?" Reece pushed her aside and marched into the house. "Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

        
Finding the house empty, completely empty, she was ashamed enough to offer an apology. She turned to face the narrowed eyes pointing at her, "No one, sorry 'bout that. You look like shit. Rough night?" She walked into the kitchen.

        
Cori watched as her boss plopped her body down in the chair, and her helmet and booted feet on the table, clearly expecting coffee. "Reece, what do you want?"

        
"Nothing. I just thought without Tyson and Holyfield, you'd be lonely. You got coffee?"

        
"It’s 10 am, I didn't get but two hours sleep." She yawned for effectiveness.

        
"Then you could use some coffee, too. So who or what did you do last night?"

        
"Put your eyebrow away, I didn't sleep with her. As if it was any of your business. We talked...about you...all night long." Cori attempted to make coffee, but the yawning was making her eyes tear up too much. "Do this. I'm blind."

        
"About me?" She scooped the grinds into the machine. "All night?"

        
"It seems Miss Thing is intrigued by the great Reece Corbett."

        
"Yeah?" she smirked. "Why do you think that is?" She was actually nervous.

        
"She wants you boss, real bad." She noticed the relief cross the other woman’s face. "You gonna fuck her?"

        
"No! I mean, I don't know. I don't want to hurt her." She might be able to get out of this... "I mean, what if she falls in love with me? They do, you know. Then what?" She turned to fill two mugs with the brew. "Can’t have her working for me all broken hearted, can I?"

        
"Hurt her, huh?" the dancer smirked. "You are so full of shit. You are afraid of her, aren't you?" She saw the woman's back stiffen.
Yep, nail on head.
"You're afraid that she'll break
your
heart. Am I right?" The shoulders fell.