Reece's Faith (36 page)

Judith : "I'm sorry, Travis, it can never be, I love Jim."

Travis: "How could you? He's no good for you... you deserve much better."

Judith: "Like who? You? Ha!"

Travis: "Yes me! But I guess Jim's trust fund was much more attractive than I could ever be."

Judith: "That's not true! I don't care about his money--"

The digital chirp of "Hey Big Spender" cut through the set.

"CUT!" Jayme yelled angrily. She walked over to the side, picked up a Faith's bag and stomped over to her with steam coming out of her ears.

"I do believe your handbag is singing show tunes." She handed the bag over to a red-faced Faith and stood tapping her foot.

Mortified at the various snickers and giggles, the actress retrieved the phone.

"Hello?" she said meekly.

"I'm so fucking horny. I want you so bad."

The actress turned her back to the room and blushed harder.

"Reece! Not now!" she whispered in embarrassment.

"Am I making you blush in front of your friends?"

"Yes. Are you feeling better?" Faith figured she might as well ask.

"Oh yeah, much much better."

Faith closed her eyes at the throaty purr of Reece's voice.

"God, the things you do to me! I gotta go, baby, but by all means hold that thought."

"I'd rather hold you, but the thought will do for now."

"Gotta go, really Reece. Love you."

"Me too, you."

Faith turned off the phone and cleared her throat nervously at the room.

"Umm, sorry guys...it's off now." she blushed profusely.

"Looking a little flushed there, Faith." Sandy teased. "I guess the woman's feeling better?" She winked.

"Oh yes. Much." Faith smirked.

"Come on people! I want to finish this today!" Jayme yelled and everyone fell into their places.

 
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Back at the Corbett/Ashford residence...

"You know, Reece, Cori's been coming home with a lot more money these days. With Roy's place closed, the Lounge is the 'it' place."

"Yeah, I'm telling you, Vi, the bucks are just flowing in. Business has never been better." Reece stuffed the last forkful of potatoes in her mouth.

"I'm glad you liked it." The piercer smiled as she put the dishes in the sink.

"Like it? That's my favorite meal. How'd you know that?" She wiped her mouth and threw the napkin on the table.

"Cori told me, Miss Mannners". Violet threw out the napkin with a distasteful look on her face. Reece rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah, you skeeve me so much that if I stuck my tongue down your throat you'd melt like an ice cube." Reece smirked.

Violet blushed, grateful her back was facing the table. "Oh please, you're so full of yourself you're bloated."

"I thought so." Reece said with a cocky grin. "Hey, so Cori tells me you guys are looking to rent a one bedroom in the city."

"Yeah, we're thinking about it." Violet started the coffee maker.

"Where you looking to go? I have connections all over the place." The club owner wiggled her eyebrows, and gestured towards the living room.

"Around here, The West Village would be Cori's dream. She's never been able to afford it before, and now with her money practically doubled, and my income, we can most likely swing it." She flopped down on the couch.

"Most likely? That's not definite." Reece looked doubtful.

"Well, it'll probably be doable, but pretty tight, ya know?"

"Well, if you want, I mean, I can maybe help?" Reece fumbled around for words.

"No thanks, no charity, Reece."

"I didn't mean to offend you Violet. I mean a loan, if that's ok." The club owner leaned back and inhaled the aroma of coffee brewing.

"A loan huh? I dunno, I'd have to ask Cori."

"That way, you could get a co-op or a condo if you want." She shrugged.

"You're so fucking nonchalant, Reece." The piercer gaped at her friend.

"What?" Reece looked confused.

"That's a hell of a lot of money you're talking about! God, Reece, what are you, a millionaire?"

"Just about." The tall woman stood, stretched and followed her nose into the kitchen. A full week of clear foods made coffee the second most desired thing on her list. Faith being the first.

"Are you serious?"

Reece nodded at the piercer, who suddenly appeared at her side. "Close your mouth, Violet. Money's not important." The club owner groaned in pleasure as the hot liquid slid down her throat.

"Does Cori know?"

"I don't advertise, Jeez, Vi, get over it." Reece took her mug onto the living room and flipped on the TV. Much to their surprise, the screen was filled with flesh. Not quite comprehending, Reece raised the volume and the sounds of sex filled the room.

"Cool!" Violet grinned, grabbing the remote away. "You get the porno channel?"

"Yeah, must be those amateur videos or something." Reece squinted at the screen, suddenly very familiar with what she was watching.

"Fuck me hard, Reece!"

"You're damn right I will, bitch."

Violet's jaw hung open in disbelief. "This is one of your tapes?!"

"Gimme the remote!" Reece jumped up.

"Nothing doing." The piercer put it in her pants.

"Don't think I won't get it there, just you wait."

Violet looked panicked at first, then laughed out loud and threw herself face down on the floor.

"Oh I know you will, but at least let me get a good look at you in motion, Reece. I heard so much about you." She teased.

"Fine, enjoy it, I did." Reece decided to play too.

"Jesus Christ, woman." Violet peered up at the screen, mesmerized by the sight. "Glorious, just glorious."

Suddenly embarrassed by the show, Reece slipped off the couch and pinned Violet to the floor.

"Ok, fun's over, gimme the remote." She sneered down at her friend.

"No way! Besides you look good in blush."

"This is your last warning, give it to me or I will have to come and get it." The tall woman flipped her over onto her back and held both the piercer's hands in one, waving her free hand in her face.

Faith stood outside the living room biting her hand so not to laugh. At first, while standing outside the house, the sounds coming from inside caused her stomach to flip. She speculated a million and one things that could be going on inside, but never did she expect to see Reece wearing a dark-red blush watching her own image on the screen. And Violet was teasing her mercilessly.

Finally catching the piercer's eye, she gestured to her to keep it up.
Poor Reece, the look on her face when Violet threw herself on the floor... priceless.

Faith was about to show herself when a particularly delicious growl emanated from the TV. She felt sparks burst in her groin.

God, I'm in heat.

Noticing the look on Faith's face, Violet relented.

"Ok, I give. I give." The piercer fetched the remote and threw it at Faith, who caught it and paused the tape.

"Hi, Reece, miss me?" She asked with a devilish smirk.

 
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Faith stood there holding the remote with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Violet chuckled, then wiggled out from underneath the stunned club owner, who seemed frozen to the spot with an unusual expression on her face.

No wonder I don't recognize that look.
Faith thought.
I don't think I've ever seen actual fear on her beautiful face.
She snickered at her lover's gaping jaw.

"Faith, honey, it's not what you think!" Reece scrambled to her knees, looking frantically back and forth between Violet, the TV, and Faith.

"Yeah, she was merely straddling me, pinning me to the floor, while reaching into my pants, while watching smut." The piercer stood next to Faith with her arms folded across her chest. "All quite innocent, if you ask me."

Reece gulped loudly. A look of utter confusion replaced the fear.
What the..???

Faith walked over to her befuddled lover and kissed her on the cheek to reassure her.

"So, do you know the sheer embarrassment of getting a dirty phone call in the middle of taping? Do you have any idea what those people did to me? How they tortured me for the remainder of the shoot? Oh, and lets not even mention John."

The club owner narrowed her eyes and realized this was all in fun. At her expense, but still fun. Faith cocked her head at the paused image on the screen.

"Oh, look at that, Vi, paused her in mid arch." Faith licked her lips and walked over to the TV. She pointed to a spot between Reece's shoulder blades. "See that spot? A little muscle twitches there. I've never seen it, but I feel it when I hold her."

"Faith?" Reece sat down on the couch, "So you're not mad at me?"

"Mad? No, not at all, but paybacks are a bitch."

"Don't you think I've been punished enough?" The tall woman tried to pout.

"No, Reece, the lower lip has to quiver more." Violet pointed to said lip and quickly pulled her finger back as Reece growled.

"Be nice, Reece." Faith scolded. "I wanna see this." She hit play on the remote and regretted it as soon as the image started to move.

Reece smirked at her lover's hitched breathing.
Looks like your little plan is backfiring.

Violet was glued to the screen as well. "Ah! There it goes! I saw it." She looked to Faith for confirmation. The actress was too busy staring at Reece's other attributes.

So that's what her thighs look like when she's...oh, and she curls her toes too...god, those arms!

Reece nearly laughed out loud at Faith. Violet was actually watching with a critical eye, but not Faith. She was watching with lust. The club owner could picture her facial expression, the parted lips and the hooded eyes; she could see the flush creeping up the back of her neck. Reece snickered. She picked up the forgotten remote and as she did, glanced over her lover's shoulder at the action on the screen.

Odd...?
She thought, at the twinges of embarrassment she felt watching herself.

I don't even recognize that woman's--no, that girl's face.
Reece shrugged it off.
What's done is done. Besides, Faith is loving this.
She raised the volume and grinned, watching the blonde head tilt to the side.

Faith was startled out of her fog by loud grunting and moaning, and then the screaming of her lover's name in ecstasy. Her clit twitched in sympathy, and she shivered from the sensation.