Reece's Faith (49 page)

Reece snorted. "You know, lately she's just been psychotic about certain body parts."

"Do tell," Cori grinned like the Cheshire cat.

"She has this ass fetish and she can't seem to stay away from my tits."

"My innocent, little Faith," Cori laughed out loud.

"Innocent? Cute little blondish redhead in the kitchen? That Faith?" the club owner teased.

"Do you know she was so frightened by her feelings for you in the beginning that she nearly puked every time I brought up your name, never mind your tits."

"I know she was hot for me, but now you just lie."

"Honest! She was drawn to your tits from day one."

"Yeah, she certainly likes them. I can't complain but they're nothing special." Reece inspected her breasts then compared them to her friends exposed chest. "Yours are a hell of a lot more attractive than mine."

"I'd be afraid if you got off on your own boobs, Reece, but I have to side with Faith here, I think you've got great tits," Cori said seriously.

"Yeah, whatever." The tall woman covered herself back up. "It's my ass that seems to be in the spotlight lately. God, she's obsessed."

"Its a hot ass, Reece... especially when you wear that leather," Cori shivered.

"Should I be worried to be in the same bed as you?"

"Nah. I'm in complete control now. But ask me again later when I'm in the middle of a fantasy."

"Ugh. Here I used to be flattered. Now I'm just disgusted."

Cori looked up at her friends face to find her smirking playfully. "You shit, you scared me." The dancer pushed Reece down on the bed and straddled her, holding her hands over her head. She sniffed dramatically. "Boss lady, you reek like sex."

"Yeah, I know," Reece replied with a devilish grin.

The door opened before Cori had a chance to move.

"Oooo... now that's a nice picture," Faith giggled.

"Hey baby? Isn't that one of your fantasies?" Violet asked her lover.

"Oh please," Cori blushed. "I'm just..."

"Pinning Reece down to the bed naked?" Faith teased while jumping onto the mattress, making them bounce.

"Help, Faith, she's a brute," Reece pursed her lips in a very poor version of a pout.

Violet climbed on top of Reece behind her lover and peered over her shoulder.

"Say, now I see your point, Cor. I like this view too."

"This is not my fantasy!" Cori whined. "Reece, believe me, they're playing with you."

Faith looked at the three of them and threw her hands up. "What the hell," she laughed as she climbed up on top of Reece's chest, facing Cori.

"Oh yeah, I like this very much," Reece said and wiggled a bit. "I agree, Vi, I like the view too," she leered at Faith's ass.

"You are all assholes," Cori pouted."

Fess up, Cor, you know you want me." The club owner stretched her arms and legs out to the corners of the bed. "You want me like this. Spread eagled, with my hands and feet tied, teasing me 'til I beg, and then fucking me 'til I scream," Reece purred.

Three groans filled the room. Faith scrambled off of Reece, pulling bodies with her.

"OK, everyone out. I have some stuff to discuss with my woman," Faith ordered in a slightly husky voice.

"Oh, baby," Reece wiggled her eyebrows. Faith pulled Reece up into a sitting position and kissed her like crazy. When she finally let up, the club owner was still sitting there with her mouth open and her eyes closed.

"You are so lucky my mom is out there," Faith warned when the others left the room.

"Yeah, lucky me." Reece groaned in frustration. "Why'd you stop?"

"If you haven't noticed, we're cooking," Faith said sarcastically.

Who's coming for dinner? And why do you let her call me Theresa?"

"Hey, she likes to call you Theresa, it makes her feel special. Cori, Vi and Dad will be eating here." The actress winced in preperation for Reece's reacton.

"YOUR DAD?! Oh please, Faith, not him." The club owner flopped back down on the bed in protest.

"Yes, him. I refused to go home with Mom for the holidays, so he's coming here. They have a hotel as of tonight so you can calm down. Okay?"

"Well, okay... but if he so much as looks at me funny, I'm going to have to hurt him."

"Okay, I can't stop you anyway. Now, if I may ask, what was Cori doing on top of you?"

"We were talking about my many attributes."

"Were you, now?" Faiths eyebrow shot up.

"Aw, come on, we were only playing," Reece assured.

"Oh, I know that. I'm just disappointed I missed all the fun. I could talk about your attributes for days. I can write a book about each ass cheek."

"You are something else, you know that?" Reece smiled. "So you wanna play too?"

"Definitely. However, what I have in mind involves you, me and the recliner. It's sure to give Mother a heart attack. Never mind what it may do to Cori and Violet," Faith ran her hand between her legs and sighed.

Reece sat up so fast she got a head rush. "You feel better?" she asked excitedly.

"Ohhh, much," Faith rubbed herself against Reece's bare leg and the tall woman groaned at the heat. "Come on, I want to show you where Mom hung the mistletoe." Faith stood up and took her lover by the hand, trying to pull her out of bed.

"Oh, all right, but don't expect me to behave if you stand under it," she grumbled. "Mother or no mother, I get my kiss."

"Deal. Tonight may be very amusing. Cori told me all about the little tradition you have at the club and how you have to kiss whoever's under the mistletoe."

"Yeah, but that's the club and my office. Anyway, I don't want to kiss anyone but you."

Faith laughed. "Your tradition, pig."

"Even your father?"

Faith laughed louder at her lover's pinched up face. "Yup. Come on now, put some clothes on before I drop to my knees this very minute."

"Oh, and that's a scary thought?" Reece chuckled as Faith exited the room.

 
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The women were having a blast in the kitchen; Reece shuddered when she looked at the mess. Glad she leaving for work, she slipped on her coat. Bending over to adjust her pant leg, she grunted as she was goosed.

"Hey, you better be careful, I have a very jealous girlfriend."

"What she don't know won't hurt her," Faith whispered.

"Well, okay," Reece spun around and pinned Faith against the wall.

"I hope you don't kiss all your girlfriends like that," the actress breathed between kisses.

Reece chuckled as she put her lover down.

"Hurry home, Dad will be here soon."

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want to miss the grand entrance," the tall woman muttered.

"Reece, behave." "Yeah yeah." Reece turned to leave.

Marsha stopped the club owner in her tracks. "Theresa, dear," she reached up on her tiptoes to fix the lopsided mistletoe, "would you help me?" she asked, straining to reach.

Reece looked at Faith and shrugged at her horrified face before taking Marsha in an exaggerated dip and kissing her.

"Oh, my word!" Mrs. Ashford was completely flustered.

"Well?" Reece smirked at Faith's gaping jaw and then fixed the mistletoe. She turned and attempted to leave again when she heard a collective "ahem". Looking over her shoulder, Reece grinned at the sight. All four women were crammed underneath the small green and white plant, puckered and ready.

"Later, guys," she laughed as she closed the door. Still got it, kiddo.

 
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The club owner gasped when she opened her office door; the room had been decorated from top to bottom, tree and all. Blinking a few times in confusion, she took it all in. She wondered when Faith had the time to do all this and why. Settling herself in her chair, the only un-decorated item in the room, Reece clicked on the radio with her remote. "Jingle Bell Rock" filled the air. When that song ended, the DJ came on to inform her that she was in the middle of an '18 hour, nothing but Christmas tunes' marathon. Sighing, she picked up the Santa hat off her desk and couldn't help but smile at the note underneath, in Cori's handwriting.

Put this on your head and be festive, you fucking Scrooge.

I see you had some help, Faith, you sneaky little thing.

The club owner put the hat on, for Faith. She made a deal with herself that she'd only wear it in the office and started to do her dreaded paperwork. She stopped to make the radio louder in order to drown out the incessant bass from the club sound system. She wasn't aware that she had started to tap her foot to the holiday music filling her office. Despite her usual grumpiness, Reece found herself actually humming along as Bing Crosby crooned on about a white Christmas. She studied the tree for a while, smiling she pictured how excited Faith must have been while putting this room together. Reece began singing out loud to "Feliz Navidad". For some reason, she was feeling happy and that felt good to her. Standing, she turned up the volume again and began singing out loud while dancing around her office.

"I wanna wish you a merry Christmas..." Reece belted out with the radio,"from the bottom of my heaaart!"

Sam couldn't help but hear her, since the club owner left her door open a crack. Even though it was important, she didn't want to interrupt her boss's unusually festive mood.

"Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad..." Reece shook her butt for all it was worth.
Faith really has changed me... this is unheard of.
A knock at the door startled the club owner. "Enter!"

"Nice hat, boss."

"Yeah well... what do you want, Sarge?" Reece stifled an uncharacteristic blush, too embarrassed to take off the hat now.

"We got a problem out front," Sam said as she shifted nervously; the last thing she wanted to do was interrupt Reece's good mood.

Immediately thinking it was a drunken businessman who wandered in from an office party, Reece waved her hand in boredom, "Just toss 'em out and close the door," she chuckled. Not hearing any response, she asked, "Why aren't you laughing, Sam?"

"Uhhmmm... it's not that kind of problem," she grimaced.

"What kind of problem
is
it then?" the club owner sucked in her cheeks, annoyed at Sam's squirming.

"You should come out here," Sam said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.

Reece raised an eyebrow at the bouncer's behavior and threw her pen down on the desk.
What now?

Sam led her boss through the club, towards the front door and then she held it open for Reece to look outside. Blue eyes opened wide at the sight. A crowd had formed on the sidewalk, chanting and carrying signs reading "Demeaning", "Degrading" and other references to her club. She also saw a few of her girls out there arguing with the protesters.

"What the fuck is that?" she asked, angrily pointing at the crowd.