Reece's Faith (76 page)

Faith loved moments like this, where Reece was vulnerable and wasn't afraid. It was the ultimate gift as far as she was concerned. "Is this good, Reece?" she whispered quietly, not wanting to break the mood, but needing to give Reece whatever she wanted.

"Yes, don't stop," she replied breathlessly, her voice raspy.

Faith adjusted her hand slightly and the heel of her hand made its contact. Reece jerked and grabbed at her wrist again. The club owner held it still and moved herself instead.

"Yes, Reece, you're so hot," Faith encouraged.

"For you..." she grunted and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, never taking her eyes away from Faith's.

Faith could tell by the way Reece was squinting that she was almost there. She was trying to maintain eye contact and it caused a warmth to spread through the actress's core. Her lover picked up her momentum and Faith felt the wetness seep around her fingers. Reece groaned deep in her chest and her fingers dug painfully into Faith's wrist.

"Almost..."

Faith nodded as Reece forced the word through her tight lips. Seconds later, they opened up and a whimper-like gasp escaped them.

"Yes, Reece, come for me," Faith panted, caught up in her lover's pleasure.

Reece trembled and pressed her clit into Faith's hand. Green eyes closed briefly as the contractions squeezed her fingers tightly. Reece's head fell onto Faith's shoulder and she growled, causing a shiver to course through the smaller frame.

Finally, the club owner relaxed and pulled Faith's hand away. In seconds, Faith found herself on her back, covered completely with a sweaty trembling Reece. "Ohhhh, yeeahh," she purred and twitched some before seeking out Faith's lips and kissing her senseless. When the kisses slowed, she made small happy sounds in her throat. Reece was more at peace than she had been in a long time. All that mattered right now was the bliss that she felt in Faith's arms and she intended to make it last. She nuzzled her nose into the crook of the actress's neck and poked her tongue out in different spots until Faith squirmed and giggled.

Faith found this behavior adorable and had to take advantage of it. She reached around, ran her nails through Reece's hair and scratched her scalp. Reece practically melted.

"That feels incredible, Faith."

"Wanna cuddle, sweetie? I'll do scratchies until we fall asleep."

"Deal," Reece inhaled and exhaled a deep contented sigh. "Move me?" she asked with a chuckle.

Faith pushed and shoved until she maneuvered herself out from underneath the heavy body. She then patted her shoulder and Reece wrapped her arm and leg over her and rested her head where Faith indicated. They both yawned.

"Hey, where's my scratchies?" Reece slurred sleepily.

Faith lifted her arm and rested it on Reece's head. The club owner attempted to move her head under the hand, but was too tired and they both fell asleep that way.

 
*  *  *

It had been two weeks since the "Grand Re-Opening" of The Lounge. Business was fantastic and the club owner couldn't have been happier. Reece spent the nights nodding politely and smiling appropriately as the many men and women complimented her on the new look. This night, like most others, she sat on a stool at the end of the bar, dressed impeccably in her tuxedo. Reece argued at first about wearing the stiff outfit, but Faith had insisted. She even managed to rally the dancers on her side and finally Reece relented. If she had to admit it, which she didn't, the tall woman would have to agree that she looked hot in a tux. Besides, she had on her new Harley boots and no one was any wiser.

The new policy of allowing women into the club, unescorted by a man, was another one of Faith's great ideas. In fact, The Lounge now catered exclusively to women, lesbian or otherwise, on Thursday nights. The amount of unescorted women dropped considerably during the rest of the week after that news came out but no one was complaining. The dancers and bartenders noticed that, for whatever reason, the women were better tippers and now practically fought to work on Thursdays; the fact that the women were less likely to grope and cop feels was also great incentive.

Reece let her gaze rest on the small side-stage where Cori and Susan were performing. The two-girl act was another crowd pleaser and Reece had to add more seating around the two new stage areas where the women performed to accommodate.

Money flowed like water these days and Reece spent most of her days shaking her head in shock at the unbelievable turn of events; Faith even threw a small congratulations party in honor of Reece's success last week. It took a while for Reece to acknowledge that it wasn't all going to blow up in her face and when she realized that this was all real, she settled a bit more comfortably in her skin. Faith was so proud of her and told her every chance she got.

The club owner allowed her thoughts to drift to Faith as she stared off in the distance. The actress was having a hard time at work; her character was suffering, due to her personal life. Reece felt responsible and the two had many discussions about the issue. Faith was increasingly frustrated and she would mope around the house, causing Reece to feel even more guilty. Faith didn't enjoy working or acting now and it made the tall woman feel miserable. Reece often hoped that they would just kill off Judith so Faith could get out of her contract and get on with her life. She didn't share the secret with Faith, knowing that it would only cause more moping. The club owner also silently wondered if she should go to the studio and make them a monetary offer to let Faith out of the deal, but she knew it wasn't the right thing to do.

Blinking the disturbing thoughts away, Reece let her gaze settle on the larger table towards the back where several businessmen were assembled, papers strewn all over the table. It amazed her that people made made big, million-dollar business deals in places like this and how important it was for her to make them happy. She decided to take a walk, greet the small crowd and see if they were okay. The tall woman stood up and smoothed her jacket, thinking about how her life had changed so dramatically in such a short time.

 
*  *  *

When Reece arrived home, she found Faith asleep on the couch. She silently hung up her coat and took off her boots, so her feet wouldn't make any noise. Stopping in front of the couch, she squatted down and kissed Faith lightly on the lips. Apparently, if the amount of balled up Kleenex was any indication, her lover had been crying most of the evening. The tall woman got a stab of pain in her chest.
How come it when it's good for me, she is suffering? Is this punishment or something?

Reece slipped upstairs quietly, changed into boxers and a t-shirt and turned down the bed. After clicking on a small lamp, she turned off the main light in the room and went back down to her lover. Standing by the sleeping woman, Reece wondered if it really was such a bad idea to pay off the studio to kill off Judith.
Sure, Faith would be out of a job, but will that be so bad? I could well afford to take care of both of us and she's sure to get something else.
The tall woman pursed her lips and frowned.
Maybe I oughtta talk to Cori or something, but, one way or another, this has to stop.

Reece bent down and slid her arms under Faith's body and lifted her up to cradle her. Faith mumbled and snuggled into her chest. Reece sighed deeply. It hurt her to see Faith so upset and she felt helpless to do anything to make it go away. Standing up to her full height, she spied the script that Faith had been laying on and narrowed her eyes at it, hoping it would burst into flames. While script reading was a no-no, this time Reece could care less. After putting Faith into bed, she returned down to the living room and sat down on the couch to read.

What? Why those stupid...

Reece was livid. Reading this became a very bad idea as she was worked herself into a frenzy of anger within minutes. The powers that be had Judith as Campus' most hated. Every character in the show had reason to despise Judith and poor Faith was constantly under attack. So what if it was "Judith" and not Faith, Reece didn't care. This was her lover and she'd be damned if she was going to let anyone call Faith half the names she'd be called come shooting day by anyone, in-character or not. Reece was steamed and it wasn't too smart; she'd never be able to explain to Faith why she was in this mood. Faith apparently thought she could handle this herself and had sat on this for two weeks, all the while making Reece feel special. So effectively, in fact, that Reece had no idea how bad it really was. The tall woman frowned furiously at herself.
How could I not know she was so upset?
Now Reece wanted to beat up several people, including herself.

 
*  *  *

Faith woke up and found herself in bed. Sitting up quickly, she also realized that she was alone and sighed. "Reece must be at the gym," she said sadly. "Okay girl, time to go to work."

Entering the bathroom, the actress noticed a piece of paper on top of the closed toilet seat. It was a yellow sticky with a smiley face on it. She couldn't help but chuckle at Reece's attempt to cheer her up. After taking care of business, she reached in to turn on the shower and was greeted by a huge smiley face drawn on the wall with what appeared to be chocolate syrup. This time she laughed out loud.

Faith was confronted by no fewer than fifteen smiley faces by the time she was ready to walk out the door. Feeling a lot less upset, she stuffed the last smiley in her jeans pocket and closed the door behind her.

The actress slid across the leather seat of the black car, pulling the door closed behind her. Her driver handed her a steaming cup of her favorite coffee, a vanilla latte, and the actress accepted it with a smile. "Barry, if I no longer work at the studio, do you have to go away?"

"Not that I'm aware of Ms..."

"Please, will you stop that and call me Faith!" she complained.

"Okay, okay... habit," he grinned in the rearview mirror. "No, Ms. Corbett pays me, not the studio. Why, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I may not be long for this job, Barry. I hate it and I want out of my contract," Faith stated bluntly.

Barry nodded. He knew Faith was miserable and he heard the phone call she had made to her mother yesterday. If only he could bring himself to tell Reece, he was sure she could fix this. If she knew how sad Faith was, she'd move heaven and earth to change things, of this, he was sure. "Have you told Ms. Corbett about this? I mean, I'm sure she..."

"No. I don't want anything to ruin Reece's moment; she deserves this. She's waited her whole life to be happ. Please, don't tell her anything!!" Faith nearly begged.

Barry nodded and sighed sadly, turning on Faith's favorite radio station. He brightened up a little as she chuckled and started sing with Glen Campbell.

"Like a Rhinestone Cowboy..."

 
*  *  *

Reece paced back and forth in front of the leg machine. "But, Cori, she's absolutely fucking miserable! Why shouldn't I fix this? I can, for shit's sake! For once, I can do something good! Why would it be so wrong?" she fumed.

"Because it's not a place for you to interfere. If it's so awful, she'll take care of it herself. Faith knows when she's had enough. She's pretty tolerant." Cori eyed her pacing friend wearily. "She stayed with you, didn't she?"

"Oh, that's fucking hilarious, Cor," Reece's scowl threatened to swallow her face.

"Reece, seriously, lighten up. Faith can handle herself. If you go and stick your nose in, she'll be pretty pissed."

"But you haven't told me why," Reece stopped pacing and stood in front of the dancer.

"Because this isn't a schoolyard and you're not the big sister. That's why," Cori sighed in exasperation as her tall friend stared her down. "Look, I'll talk to her today, okay? I'll find out what the deal is and, yes, if it's too much for her
then
you can play bully. Deal?" she held out her hand.

Reece wavered a little and opened her clenched fist. "Promise to tell me the truth?"