Reece's Faith (25 page)

"What's the problem, babe?" Reece squatted down next to her lover and looked at the pictures. "Where the fuck did those come from?"

"Some one got these while we were trying on outfits today. I swear I had no idea."

"Baby, didn't I tell you to be more discreet?"

"I swear we were."

"You took Cori.. need I say more?"

The makeup artist glanced again at Faith's leg and noticed it was the same garter from the photos.
She must have been showing it to Spike over there..
Then he realized what he'd just done.

"Oh my god! I just interrup... you two were..." He pointed back and forth between the two women.

Reece stood up and gave him a bored look. "No shit, Sherlock."

"Heeeyyy, you guys were playing games, weren't you?" He leaned forward and smiled. "Scary biker chick and the innocent maiden?"

"I'll show you scary.." Reece puffed up and stood threateningly over him.

"Eek!"

"Down girl, don't make him wet himself on our chair." Faith teased.

"Well that's not going to happen. Thanks to the big bad butch, Little John-John just curled up and went beddie-bye."

"Watch it, Mary." The tall woman growled.

"John, are these all the pictures?"

"Little John-John?" Reece finally questioned.

The makeup artist glared at her. "Oh, like you don't name yours?"

"Yeah, but.."

"Reece, hon, quit while you're ahead." The actress patted her on the ass.

"Yeah, Faith, those are all there are. At least that's what Sandy says. By the way, what in god's name was she wearing?!"

Faith chuckled at the photo and showed it to Reece, who frowned and gave it the thumbs down sign. "I like what you're wearing much better." She purred and crouched down next to her.

The actress ran her fingers absently through Reece's hair as she wondered what to do about this. She could imagine the headlines screaming from the supermarket check-outs.

Reece was looking at the pictures of Faith apparently modeling the outfit and leaned into the touch. She squirmed around a little when the harness and its contents made itself known due to the renewed blood flow to her crotch. Faith noted the movement out of the corner of her eye and patted the leather covered area.

"Helloo-oo, gay man here," He raised his hand and waved it around. "Not interested in this kind of activity."

Faith blushed deeply as she realized where her hand was and at how unconsciously that gesture came to her.

"Oh, sorry John. I really didn't know what I was doing." She apologized and pulled her hand away.

"Good lord!" John stared openly at Reece's crotch.

The tall woman pinched her lips together in annoyance.

"That looks so real!" John fell off the chair as he tried to get a closer look.

"Reece, close your legs!" Faith scolded.

"Wanna know his name?" Reece stroked it and teased.

"Oh god, why do you have to be a woman. This is so wrong."

"It's a boy?" Faith asked.

"Well don't you think naming a dick Betty would be a little odd?" Reece smirked.

John cracked up, which made Faith crack up. The club owner stood up, leaned against the wall and waited.

"Oh ok, baby, what's his name."

"Well, not if you're going to patronize me." Reece felt embarrassed.

"No, I'm serious. I'd like to know who's fucking me." Faith replied.

"Ack! TMI! Too Much Information!" The makeup artist held his head in his hands.

"Sport. Short for Sportster."

John peeked out from his hands and snickered.

"Well, it's a hell of a lot better than Little John-John."

"What about the black one?" Faith asked.

"Glider."

"Oh, this is way too creepy for me."

"The one with.. you know.."

"Harley."

"The one from the office?"

"Fatboy." Reece smirked.

"How appropriate." Faith felt herself flush.

"How many of these do you have?"

"Seven. Didn't you leave yet, Mary? I thought this was too creepy for you?" Reece chuckled.

"It was, but now I'm intrigued by your need to have seven penii. All named after bikes, mind you. It must be a sign of something."

"Yeah, that I can handle anything between my legs. Wanna see?" Reece reached for her belt.

"Well then, that would be my less than subtle cue. See ya, Faith!"

"Thank you for the pictures, John." Faith called after him as he closed the door.

"Why did you do that? He'll never let me live it down."

"Threaten him with the Fatboy."

 
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Faith spent the rest of the day on the phone, while Reece grew increasingly agitated.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I know we had other plans but I have to take care of this now."

Faith tried to calm her lover but she knew it was of no use. Reece was feeling left out and Faith wasn't helping any by telling her that there was nothing she could do.

"I can go find the guy, Faith. I can break his legs." Reece clenched her fists.

"Honey, as sweet as that is, I have to do this my way. Ok? I really am sorry about this."

"But today was supposed to be our day, can't this wait? The pictures are still going to be all over the place regardless of what you do now." The tense club owner began pacing again.

"Reece, baby, I'm not in the mood for that anymore. Can we just wait til later?"

"Not in the mood? Fine. I have to go to work anyway." Reece threw her hands in the air and sneered.

Faith blew out an exasperated breath.
Well that was an unfortunate choice of words wasn't it?

"Honey, I didn't mean that how it sounded.. I want you all the time. It's just not what we should be doing right this second. I still have to call Charles and I have no idea what he's going to do."

Reece paced the house for a while longer before finally changing her clothes and storming out the door in a fit of irrational jealousy.

That went well.

Faith decided the best thing to do was to let her lover blow off some steam and went back to her phone calls.

I'll make it up to her tomorrow.

 
*  *  *

Reece stomped through her club with a sneer and loudly slammed the door to her office. Sam sat on a barstool and shrugged at Christina's look of confusion.

"Jeez, Sarge, what the hell was that all about?"

"Beats me. You get used to it though." She accepted the soda and winked. "Used to be when she was like that, some poor girl was going to get the stuffing fucked outta her, but now, I have no idea."

"Yeah? I mean, how awful." The bartender feigned a sad look and Sam shook her head.

"Don't go getting any ideas." she warned. "Reece will chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat."

Yeah, now that Blondie is around.
Chris grimaced.

"Oh Sarge, I had no such thought. In fact, now that you mention it, maybe she could use a drink.. loosen her up a bit. She looked rather tense."

"You just never mind Reece. Leave her be if you know what's good for you." Sam finished her drink and dropped two bucks on the bar. "Thanks. Now you listen to me, Christina, no funny stuff. I love that woman and I'll protect her fiercely."

"I know you would. Don't worry, Sarge."

The minute the bouncer disappeared from view, Chris grabbed the other bartender and held her stomach.

"Oh I got terrible cramps.. cover for me while I lay down in the dressing room?"

"You want some meds? I got prescriptions that will fix you right up."

"Nah, they don't work." Christina held up a hand andshook her head. "I'll go lay down till it passes. Thanks."

The bartender made a good show of it as she headed for the dressing room, then veered towards the boss' office. She listened at the door but heard nothing. So she knocked.

"Go away!" Reece yelled.

"I really need to talk to you."

"Who the hell is that?" The club owner opened the door to find the last person she wanted to see.

"What, Chris."

"I saw you go by before and you looked so angry. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, go away."

"Aw Reece, you don't mean that. I'm sure I can help you to relax?" she said this as she brushed passed the tall woman and sat on the desk.

"What do you think you're doing?" Reece looked at her with confusion.

"Come on, get over here." she patted the space on the desk between her legs. "Let me rub your shoulders."

"You'll do no such thing." The club owner sat in her chair and used her feet to push the bartender off her desk.

"Well if that's what you want, I'll come there."

Reece watched with shock as the woman walked behind her. She jumped when Chris picked her hair up off of her neck, and yet she didn't stop her.

"There, easy access." The bartender began kneading Reece's shoulders. She closed her eyes as she felt along the tops of the muscular arms.

God she's hot!

Despite her best efforts to hate the sensation, Reece grunted.

"Put your head down and your arms out in front of you, boss, you'll love this." Chris drooled.

For some twisted reason Reece could not come up with, she obeyed and let the woman rub her back, purring with pleasure.

"Yeah, that's better, huh?" Chris was melting into Reece's back. This was closer than she ever thought she'd get to the woman.

Reece groaned in pure delight. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the feeling.

Chris worked her way lower and when she pressed into the tall woman's spine, the brunette moaned loudly.

Oh Lord...those sounds! Just a little higher..
The bartender was sweating with anticpation of touching Reece in an intimate way.

Reece opened her eyes when she heard herself make such a sound.
What the hell am I doing?
She started to sit up.

"Shh, now, boss, you're not doing anything wrong." The bartender was breathing heavier and she slid her hands under Reece's shirt and felt the muscles of the tall woman's abdomen twitch against her thumbs.