Reece's Faith (108 page)

"Uh, actually, yeah," she stammered.
When the hell did I become such a nerd?
she wondered, never before having been flustered over a woman's advances. "How long did that take to heal?" she pointed at the tattoo she had been staring at.

"Oh, is that what you were looking at?" Amber blushed again. "I thought... sorry, Boss." Reece tipped her head slightly in acceptance, so the bartender continued, "Oh, about a week or so, I really don't remember. Why? Ya thinking of getting one?"

"Got one today; it's driving me crazy," Reece grit her teeth when she spoke for emphasis.

"Where? What of?" Amber lit up, having finally found something in common to talk to the quiet woman about.

Reece lifted her elbow and grimaced as the shirt stuck to her tattoo. "Armband, it's tribal with a kanji in the middle."

"Yeah? Can I see it?"

The club owner graced the bartender with her best sly, sexy grin. "For that, Amber, I'd have to take off my shirt."

Amber's cheeks turned red and she spilled the drink she was putting in front of her boss. "Well... in that case..." she laughed nervously.

Reece grinned even wider.
Phew, thought I was losing it for a minute there.

Amber saw the shit-eating grin, caught on to Reece's game and went one better. She leaned closer and rested her tits on the bar. "Just keep putting ointment on it, don't let it dry out. You probably need to put some on it now, that's why it's irritating you. The long sleeves don't help any, either."

Reece narrowed her eyes at the display in front of her and then she chuckled at Amber, "Got it. Thanks. You can put those away now, before someone gets hurt."

Amber laughed, winked at Reece and walked away. When the club owner swiveled her stool around, she met Cori who was standing with her arms folded and her foot tapping, a big Cheshire grin on her face.

"You look like you're about to explode." Reece observed.

"Welcome to the club... freak," Cori beamed.

"Oh, I see. One tattoo does not a freak make."

"When it's on you, it does. So, when are you dying your hair purple?"

"Ha. You kill me," Reece replied dryly, then winced.

"Ooo, it's annoying you, huh? Can I see it?" the dancer asked expectantly.

"Yeah, why the fuck not. I gotta put stuff on it now, anyway."

The club owner got up to head towards her office, confusing Cori. "Where are you going?"

Reece yelled over her shoulder. "I gotta take off my shirt. Are you coming or what?"

Amber raised her eyebrow at the boss; Cori did the neener-neener dance at Amber. "She doesn't wear a bra," she teased and hurried to catch up to Reece.

 
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Maybe I've lost my mind,
the actress wondered of her impulsive behavior as the cab pulled up in front of The Lounge.
I should leave her alone... we spent the whole day together, it's not like I haven't seen her. She only left a few hours ago.
Faith paid the driver and got out of the taxi. She stood in front of the club, trying to make sense out of why she came there.
Is it crazy that I just need to smell her neck?
Green eyes rolled at her own question.
Of course, it's crazy. We spent the better part of three days making love... I had plenty of chances to smell her. God, I'm so needy all of a sudden.
She paced back and forth gesturing and mumbling, finally coming to the conclusion that Reece was going to feel smothered if she went inside and turned on her heel to hail another cab.
Oh, but she looked soooo delicious in that outfit tonight...
Faith closed her eyes and enjoyed the vision in her mind for a few second before shaking her head.
Stop that! Go home.

"Hey, Faith!" Sam called out.
Shit.
The actress turned around and smiled guiltily.

"What are you doing out there? Aren't you coming in? Are you okay?"

Faith knew she couldn't go home now. Sarge would tell Reece that she had been there and that wouldn't be a good thing at all. She took a deep breath and slumped her shoulders a little. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just coming to spy on the woman," she tried joking.

Sam grinned and nodded, "I don't think you have anything to worry about, boss lady is a whole new person now that you came along." Sarge held the door open for Faith.

Sam's words went straight to Faith's heart. "Thank you, Sarge, that was the nicest thing to say."

"It's the truth," the bouncer shrugged.

 
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Reece tossed her jacket on the desk and smirked at Cori. "You sure you can control yourself when I take off my shirt?" she teased.

"I don't know, Reece," Cori said with mock seriousness. "Maybe you should tie me up."

"Hmmm," The tall woman pulled her shirt out of her pants. "Not a bad idea," she walked around her desk and opened a drawer. "Now, where did I put that rope?"

The dancer chuckled nervously, "It was a joke, Reece." She couldn't see the tall woman trying desperately not to laugh as she bent down.

"No, I think you're right. My tits are magical, one look at them and who knows what you'll do?" she teased holding up a length of rope.

"You're kidding, right?" Cori backed up; Reece advanced. "Come on, Reece, you know how I get when someone ties me up."

"Oh yeah, I sure do. I have first-hand experience," Reece chuckled and wiggled her eyebrow. "If I can recall, you get pretty hot." Without warning, she grabbed Cori's hand and spun her around.

"Oh god... why are you doing this?" Cori groaned as the club owner tied both her wrists together behind her back.

Reece laughed, "Aw I'm just having fun with ya. Think about it, how many women out there," Reece pointed to the door, "would pay to be in your position?"

Cori snickered at the whole thing. "True," she tested her bonds and found that Reece didn't really tie her tightly; she could get out any second. "Not a good job with the ropes, boss lady."

"Told ya I was just foolin' with ya."

She lifted the shirt over her head and while the shirt covered her face, Cori pounced on her and attempted to retaliate, leaving Reece sprawled on the desk on her back with her shirt half on.

"You fucker! That's not fair!" Reece huffed and struggled while the dancer managed to tie her one arm to her chair.

Cori laughed maniacally. "Now how many women would pay to be in my position?" she asked between giggles, straddling the tall woman and holding her free arm with both hands.

Faith stood in the doorway, shocked half out of her mind at what she was seeing. Her mouth was hanging opened and her eyes were as wide as pie plates.

"You suck so bad! I can't believe how bad you suck!" Reece growled. "At least take my shirt off my head!" She bucked her lower body, trying to dislodge Cori.

"No fucking way. God, I wish I had a camera." Cori took in the whole picture and snickered, "I wonder if you're ticklish?"

"Don't you even THINK about it! Fucking freak!"

"Hey, all I wanted to do was see the tattoo, you were the one who had to tie me up."

The actress started breathing again, relief washed over her like a Valium and she almost slid to the floor. When she first walked in, she really didn't know what to think. Now that she had some sort of idea, she figured Cori was retaliating and, boy, was she surprised to see how the dancer had bested her lover. A grin spread across her face as she got a really devious idea.

"Get off me! Cori! This isn't funny!" Reece was dragging the chair back and forth during the struggle and it finally fell over, taking her upper body with it.

Cori laughed her ass off as the tall woman's shoulders slid off the desk, arching her naked chest to the ceiling. "Oh, yeah, this is priceless. I really wish I had a camera."

The dancer jumped a foot in the air when she felt the hand cover her mouth. When Faith stepped into her line of vision, Cori paled visibly and her eyes threatened to pop out of her head.

"You're too quiet, Freak... what are you planning? This is sooo unfair. You just wait until I get up! You are so dead!"

Faith nodded her chin towards her struggling lover and winked at the dancer, letting her know it was okay. Cori, breathed an audible sigh of relief, so loud that Reece stopped struggling and craned her neck to try and understand what was going on.

"What was that for?" the club owner asked.

"Just admiring your tits," the dancer glanced at Faith who covered her mouth and giggled quietly.

"Cori, don't play like that. Let me up," Reece said with discomfort in her voice.

"Do you know what I can do with you in this position, Reece? God, the possibilities are endless."

Faith snuck over towards Reece's chest and leaned over her lover.

Reece's whole body flinched when she thought that Cori was breathing that closely to her breasts.

"Okay, Cor, that's enough," she started dragging the fallen chair around in an effort to get up.

"Yeah? Then why are your nipples getting hard? Hmm?"

Reece gulped, "Hey, it's only normal that they would, I mean..."

Faith bit her lip at her lover's babbling.

"Yeah... yeah. You know, I dream about you sometimes, Reece, mmmm, yeah," Cori squirmed on top of the tall woman or emphasis and Reece stiffened her body. "You won't tell if I have a little fun, will you?" Cori winked at Faith who rolled her eyes at the dramatics.

"Uh, come on, Cor, I'm getting uncomfortable. All the blood is rushing to my head."

Faith breathed on an exposed nipple and Reece tried to back away unsuccessfully.

"Fuck, Cori! That's enough!" Reece's body acted on it's own accord and her nipple got even harder.

"Ooo, yeah, look at that..." Cori bit her lips so she wouldn't laugh.

Faith opened her mouth and the dancer almost died. She had no idea what Reece would do if she thought that she was licking her tit. She prepared to for the worst, gripping Reece's arm like a vice. The actress flattened her tongue and bathed her lover's nipple, Reece gasped and continued to struggle. Faith bit the nipple and the club owner went wild.

"What the fuck?" Reece bucked violently trying to get Cori off. "Are you demented?" she asked in a near hysterical tone, thrashing around on her back like crazy.

Faith reached up and ripped the shirt off her lover's head, grinning like a maniac.

"Faith? Oh shit... you have no idea..." Reece let her head fall back over the side of the desk and tried to calm her heartbeat.

Cori got up off of Reece and stood with a shit-eating smile. The two women high-fived each other and waited until the tall woman gathered herself together.

"Would someone mind untying me?" Reece asked meekly. "I see spots before my eyes."

Faith volunteered, but when her lover sat up and pulled her shirt back down, she had to laugh, "How the hell did Cori get you in that position?"

"She ambushed me," Reece said with a small embarrassed blush.

"You had it coming," Cori stuck her tongue out. "Now can I see that tattoo?

"No fucking way am I pulling my shirt over my face again with the both of you in the room. Uh uh," Reece gripped the hem of her shirt tightly.