Reece's Faith (86 page)

Faith stared hungrily at the club owners hardening nipples. "My first day off should be special. I thought I'd start by joining my hot sweaty lover in the shower."

A huge grin spread over Reece's face. "Shall we?" she held out her hand. Once Faith took it, the tall woman wrapped her in a bear hug, rubbing her damp body all over her shrieking lover.

"You are so dead!" Faith yelped as Reece picked her up and carried her towards the stairs.

"Oh yeah, kill me baby."

 
*  *  *

Reece was humming to herself as she finished her breakfast.
Nothing like a little shower with Faith to put a smile on my face,
she mused.

"Reece! What the hell?"

The club owner frowned, "What's wrong, Faith?"

The actress appeared, holding the dog. "What is this around his neck?" she thrust the pup in Reece's face.

Reece looked fondly at the black leather spiked collar. "It's called a collar. It's what you attach the leash to."

"Oh, you're a riot," Faith rolled her eyes. "Baby, it's too heavy, he can hardly hold his head up!"

"He'll be fine. He just has to build some muscle in his neck." She reached over and scratched him behind his ear. "Don't ya, little man."

"Have you ever called him Smudge?" Faith put the pup on the floor and he did look a bit top heavy as he scurried around Reece's feet.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. He needs to improve his image. Maybe we should change his name."

"Smudge is fine," Faith narrowed her eyes, curious as to where this conversation was heading.

"Maybe we should call him Brutus or something," Reece watched as the pup chewed his toes.

"Brutus?" Faith laughed. "He hardly looks like..."

"King, or Killer... he needs more syllables."

"More syllables? What are you talking about?" Faith was baffled.

"Conan, Caesar... ooo, how about Hercules?"

"Reece? What are you babbling about? Smudge is a perfectly good name, now stop that."

"Faith it's embarrassing enough that he's the size of a cashew, must he have that name too?"

"Honestly Reece, if he's that embarrassing you don't have to walk him. No one's twisting your arm.

"If I leave him with you, he's likely to come back without some important parts."

Faith knew she wasn't going to get anywhere with this conversation "Fine, but it's you he's hot for. He doesn't hump me."

Reece smirked.

"Okay... look, call the Vet, he'll tell you it's the best thing to do. You don't know embarrassing until he humps some stranger in the street."

"That's what the collar is for, no one will get close enough when they see how tough he is."

"You're impossible, Reece Corbett! Argh!"

 
*  *  *

After taking advantage of the beautiful day by shopping, Cori and Faith settled into their favorite booth for lunch. After placing their orders, Faith gave Cori a smirk.

"Stop doing that, will you? You're going to make me blush!"

"Oh, heavens no. Not a blush," Faith teased.

"You're just jealous that I'm not embarrassed to buy these things," Cori patted the pink bag.

"I'm not jealous at all. I
have
all the toys I need. I'm the one who suggested that last one, wasn't I?" Faith snickered.

"Yeah, you did. Thanks, I hope Violet likes it," Cori worried.

"It's great, feels like it's really a part of Reece. Strange at first, but very good," Faith wiggled an eyebrow.

"I imagine it would be odd, I mean it feels like a real one, ya know?"

"Oh, believe me, you forget about it really quickly," Faith nodded knowingly.

"Cool. I can't wait to use it," she said excitedly.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Cor," Faith chuckled.

"Hardly!" Cori snorted. "With a woman like Reece, I'm sure there isn't any ground you haven't covered."

"Don't be too sure about that," Faith looked down at her napkin.

"Huh? What could there possibly be, sexually, that she hasn't done?" Cori was really curious.

"Well, that's just it. She always does everything to me, I just want to... there's things
I'd
like to do to
her
."

"Oooooh," Cori nodded slowly. "Why don't you tell her?"

Faith laughed, "Yeah, 'Hey Reece, bend over so I can fuck you.'"

Cori snorted cola through her nose. "Ow, shit! Faith!"

"Well? Now you see my problem," the actress blushed.

"Bend over... Reece? Never. You'd have to start with her on her back, babe," Cori said seriously.

"Yeah, as if that will happen." Faith said sadly.

"Hey, didn't you do that already? I thought you fucked her?"

"Well, just recently, but she was on top. The first time I did was certainly a one-shot deal. I caught her in the middle of a fantasy, remember? She'd never let me do that again."

"Well, get her on top again and tell her to turn over." Cori offered.

"Tried that; she panicked. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Reece on top. God... nothing at all."

"Visual Faith... please, I'm dying here," Cori shook her head to dislodge the image. "Hey, you'll think of something. How about, get her really worked up, and slip it into the conversation, if you know what I mean," the dancer winked.

"Oh, she doesn't mind that on occasion. I want to be wearing it... doing it the right way."

"You never wore one?"

"That time she was on top... Reece even put it on me," Faith blushed brightly.

The dancer sat silently, contemplating her friend's options. Reece would never stand to be bent over, but Faith could certainly get her on her back. "What makes Reece crazy, what gets her hotter than anything?"

"Submission." Faith sighed.

"There's gotta be something else, Faith. Think..."

Faith grinned suddenly, "She loves it when I talk dirty. She can hardly stand it."

Cori pointed at her friend. "There you go. Talk a blue streak to her. Get very detailed in what you'd like her to do to you. Once she's crazy enough, tell her what you'd like to do to her," Cori smiled proudly.

"What if she says no? I'll feel stupid and I'll never get another chance," Faith said dejectedly.

"So if she says no, she's still going to do all those things you said you wanted her to do to you. It's a win-win, Faith."

"I suppose. I don't want to talk about it any more, my panties are very uncomfortable."

"Here, here," Cori agreed, lifting her soda for a toast.

 
*  *  *

Reece hooked the leash onto Smudge's new collar and led him out the front door towards the black car. Since it was such a nice day, Faith opted for walking around the city, leaving Barry for Reece. If she were by herself, Reece would have walked to the club, but she wasn't. Glancing down at her pup, which cocked his little head back up at her, she decided his tiny little legs would never make it and she didn't want to carry him in case of any accidents to her tux shirt. Whenever he got too excited, he peed and he always got worked up when Reece held him. He was very attached to her and the club owner didn't have a spare shirt.

Reece let him pee before gathering him up and putting him in the car, and then she bent down and slid inside.

"Taking the puppy with you today, eh Ms. Corbett?"

Reece nodded and settled back into the comfortable seat.

"Isn't it a little to much, though? All the music and smoke?" Barry asked as he pulled out into traffic.

Reece frowned, "I didn't think about that." Last time he came with her, it was for a few hours, but this was all night. "I'll have to keep him in my office then. Shit, I should a brought a few toys and some food huh?" Reece rubbed her forehead.

"Turning back, Ms. Corbett."

 
*  *  *

Reece was there before Sarge and she had to open the gates to the club one handed with Smudge in her arm. It was difficult and she had to work fast. He was already smothering her with kisses, which meant he was seconds away from wetting her. Finally finished, she dropped him down on the sidewalk in time for him to squat.

"You know there, boy, you should be lifting your leg like the others. Girls squat."

"Yap!"

"Thought you'd see it my way."

"Hey, that's a cute little puppy!"

Reece turned to face the woman who was now kneeling at her feet.

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing? Oh, yes you are!"

Reece grinned at the sight of the attractive woman cooing to her dog.
Who knew? I shoulda got a puppy years ago.

Smudge flopped down on his back shamelessly displaying his little fat belly for a scratch. Reece raised an eyebrow.

"What's your name, little guy?" The woman indulged the pup by rubbing his tummy.

"Killer," Reece mentally slapped herself for lying.

The woman stood up and looked Reece over but good. "And what's your name big girl?" she smiled flirtatiously.

"Reece." She smiled right back.

"Donna, pleased to meet you," the woman practically dripped with seduction. "You work here?" she nodded to the club.

"I
own
here," Reece smirked cockily.

The woman faltered and the club owner was proud of herself.
Ya still got it, Corbett.
"Well, I gotta get to work, nice meeting you, Donna," Reece held out her hand.

"Maybe we can get together sometime for a drink?" Donna leaned in closely, holding the larger hand tight.

"I'm sorry, Donna, I'm involved."

"Well, maybe when you're not so involved?" the woman brushed her breasts against Reece's arm; jump starting the cub owner's libido.

"Uh," Reece stepped back, releasing the woman's hand, "I'm afraid this one's a keeper, Donna."

"Oh, well then," Donna composed herself. "She's very lucky. Goodbye, Killer." The woman walked away.

What the hell was that, asshole? Flirting? You should be ashamed of yourself.

Sarge appeared out of nowhere. "Whoa, that was dicey boss," she slapped Reece on the shoulder. "I'm proud of the way you handled her. Faith would be, too."

"Yeah? Proud? But I flirted right back with her Sam?"

"Nah, you did just fine." Sam smiled reassuringly. "The old Reece would have had her in her office already."