Reece's Faith (34 page)

"C'mon, Ali, lets go get drunk and play 'guess what they're doing now'."

"Oh, ha ha. Goodnight, ladies." Faith turned up her nose playfully and sauntered away.

"Well, I'd stay and chat but.." Reece gave her cockiest grin and followed her lover.

Sandy groaned.

"What are you bitching about? I'm not getting any either." Alison frowned at the couple mounting the bike.

 
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Faith released the skin from between her teeth and poked her sweaty face out from inside the trenchcoat to look at her panting lover.

Reece immediately leaned heavily on her, blowing warm gusts of breath on her neck.

The taller woman had one leg on the handlebar, the other on the floor, and both legs were shaking from the strain she'd put on them moments before. Faith squeezed her legs tightly around her waist and twitched slightly, causing Reece to groan.

"Jesus Christ, Faith...you can't possibly want more?!"

"Welll..."

Reece tilted her head back and blue eyes stared in disbelief.

"Easy there, tiger, just kidding. I was merely attempting to get the feeling back in my legs."

Reece reached behind her and unlocked Faith's ankles. The actress's legs fell heavily on top of her still-trembling thighs. Faith grunted as she fell forward, still entirely filled.

"You know, babe, when you're on top, you can at least try and do some work." Reece scolded playfully.

"I was, but then you started moving and it felt too good."

"Cook up anymore fantasies yet?" The tall woman shifted her weight and Faith hissed through her teeth.

"Take it out, Reece. Now."

"Shit, Faith, I forgot...I didn't mean to hurt you." The tall woman babbled.

"Hurt me?" She wiggled and licked the sweat off of the glistening neck in front of her. "Hardly."

"Ohhhh." Reece understood. Her lover was trying to save her life. One more ride like that and Reece was sure she'd be crippled.

The tall woman gathered her strength and lifted the smaller woman up and off of her lap. Faith sat down again and sighed contentedly, the heat on her inner thighs from the dildo snuggled between them making her shiver.

"Cold, babe?" Reece put both feet on the ground and wrapped her trenchcoat tighter around them.

"No. It's perfect." Faith nestled her head into her lover's neck and yawned.

"Faith, you can't fall asleep like this. What will Pepe think?"

"Honestly, Reece, with the wad of money you threw at him, Pepe isn't going to be around for days."

"That, or he's laying face down on some bar. Hey, what are you complaining about? He let us fuck in the garage." Reece rubbed her cheek in Faith's hair.

"True, I'd have froze my tits off outside. God it's cold!"

"Now that you mention it, I lost feeling in my ears and my hair is starting to freeze. Wanna blow this taco stand?" The club owner reached between them to force Fatboy back in her pants, but her hand was halted by a smaller one.

"No. Stay right there."

Faith twisted around under the leather coat and faced forward. Still holding hands, she scooted up towards the handlebars, and Reece had no choice but to follow.

"Ooo, I like this." Reece leered down at her lover.

"Thought you would." Faith gave a leer of her own. Feeling their toy press up against her back, she made a happy noise.

Reece bent her head to speak into Faith's ear. "I guess I'm not done with you yet, Faith Ashford." She growled, then grinned as she felt the shudder run through the smaller frame.

Faith reached her hand behind her neck and pulled the dark head closer.

"You better never be done with me, Reece Corbett." she whispered.

"Never." Reece swore, and started the engine.

 
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The club owner sat up in bed and sneezed. "Ow." she groaned. Everything hurt. She blew her nose as hard as she could but only managed to clog her ears. Faith had said she looked pale the night before, but Reece shrugged it off as being tired.

"Fucking great." she grumbled.

Shuffling into the bathroom, the tall woman ran the shower and prepared to step in when she noticed her reflection in the mirror.

"Ugh.." she stuck out her tongue at herself. "I look as horrible as I feel." She rummaged around in the medicine cabinet to no avail.

"Not even a goddamned aspirin! Great!" She felt miserable. Her head was pounding and she knew she had a fever.

Me and my stupid ideas. Fucking on a bike in 20 degree weather... I must be insane.

Slamming the cabinet closed she stepped into the shower. It felt like she couldn't breathe in all the steam, and she washed quickly. After drying off and wrapping herself in a warm towel, she tried to blow her nose again. This time it made a squeaky noise, and continued to make that noise every time she inhaled. After trying unsuccessfully to glare at her own nose, she stomped into the bedroom muttering.

Now cranky, Reece stood in front of her closet looking for something to wear. Hating the feel of tight clothes when she was sick, she opted for baggy jeans, a thick sweater, and big warm socks. She glanced at the bed, messy and unmade. Boy was it inviting.

"No.. you can't." She argued with herself. "Why not? It's just an order, it can wait till tomorrow." The tall woman frowned. "I sound like Fran Drescher."

The phone rang.

"Hey boss, how ya doing?"

"Fine, Cori." She snipped.

"Hair is fine, Reece. So, you're ok?"

"What the fuck?"

"The wife asked me to check on you." Getting no response, Cori tried again. "Faith said you were sick."

Reece shook her head. "Yeah well, I'm good. Just got a little cold."

"I hope you don't mind I asked Sarge to cancel the delivery." Cori asked.

"Fucking shit, Cor! I just have a cold!" Reece was getting aggravated.

"Ok, ok.. but now you can sleep in anyway."

Cori knew how completely intolerable her friend was when she was sick. The last time she slept on the couch in her office for two days before anyone found her, and unfortunately it was Cori. The dancer had to bear the brunt of Reece's crankiness when she volunteered to watch over her in her house.
Of course the rewards were outstading..

"As much as I'd love to sit here and listen to you breathe..." Reece said with annoyance.

"Hey, just wanted to see if you needed anything. Nyquil is awesome."

"You still got those little round pill things you got from Chinatown?"

"Yeah, want 'em? They were a lifesaver."

"Yeah, I gotta pick up a few things and then I'll stop by."

Cori grimaced as Reece sniffed in vain. The boss was completely congested and must feel miserable.

"Reece, you should get in bed and I'll come over until Faith gets home. You know I make a great nurse." The dancer giggled.

"Oh don't remind me. You're like a warden Cor. I'll be there in a few."

 
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"I got it, baby. It's probably Reece."

The dancer looked through the peephole and snickered as the distorted image of her boss's face moved closer to the peephole until it was one big eye.

"Open up, Freak."

Cori opened the door and stepped aside. "Patience is a virtue, Reece."

"Eat me." The tall woman twanged nasally.

"Ewwww, you sound awful!"

"I feel awful," Reece groaned.

"But ju look maahhvelous." The glare that she recieved from bloodshot eyes sent Cori skittering into the kitchen to stand behind Violet.

"Just gimme the pills, Freak, I need to collapse somewhere soon." She followed her friend and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Reece, Cor tells me you're not feeling so hot."

The club owner looked over the piercer's shoulder at the pot on the stove and gasped.

"Ok, I must really be sick because now I'm hallucinating"

Violet snickered. Reece rubbed her eyes roughly, and took another look.

"Why the hell are you cooking dildos in a pot?" Reece was wide-eyed with confusion and just a bit of sympathy for the poor innocent toys. She rubbed her crotch and frowned.

"Jeez, Reece, I'm boiling them to sterilize 'em. Haven't you ever done that before?"

The tall woman shook her head and got dizzy.

"Ugh. No, I just used condoms. Leave it to a piercer to sterilize a dick."

Violet fished one out with a pair of tongs and put it on a towel. The sight was amusing to the dizzy woman and so she laughed, then coughed, then moaned.

Violet winced at the sound, then frowned at her friend's flushed face. "Come here, I think you have a fever."

Reece shrugged Violet's hand off her head but it landed on the back of her neck. "Man, you've got fever!"

"Don't touch me, penis killer!" She hissed as she escaped the room.

"You're such an asshole, Reece." The piercer chuckled.

"Shut up.." Reece started at the tone of her own voice.

"Did you just whine?" The dancer asked with a look of horror.

"Cori, she's really sick, she's burning up." The worried piercer followed the club owner into the hallway where she found her leaning heavily on the wall.

The dancer was scared for the boss and fetched the strange herbal pills she was given when she had the flu. They worked wonders for her and she was well in two days.

"Reece, you gotta take a bunch of these whenever you need them. They're little tiny things, but damn do they work!"

Cori nodded her approval as Reece swallowed 4 of the little bb's and Violet placed a cool rag on her head.

"That feels good Vi. Thanks."

The dancer eyed her friend's odd ensemble and cocked her head to the side.

Poor baby.

Knowing Reece only wore that type of clothing when she was really sick, Cori wondered why she ever left the house. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"My bed is too big. It's lonely." she muttered.

The dancer and the piercer exchanged raised-eyebrowed looks.

"Well, you oughtta be laying down, Reece. Why don't you go lay in Faith's old room?" Cori took the tall woman's arm and began walking her to the room.

"Yeah, I'll leave word for Faith at the studio that you're here." Violet added.

"I don't want her to worry." Reece felt dizzy and hot. "I love her, you know." She squinted at Cor.