Private Dancer

part 11

by Vertigo

CHARACTER DISCLAIMER:
The characters herein are mine. Any resemblance to real or fictional people are strictly part of your imagination. Some places in the story are real and some are fictional.

LOVE/SEX WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
This story depicts an explicit love/sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.

Author's note: I have to take a moment to jump up and down and cheer wildly for Complx and Barb. You ladies are a huge help and I appreciate it. I genuflect at your feet.

Authors other note: I must thank my FIANCE for not lopping my head off for spending way too much time playing with these ladies.


 

Wowee. Cori was stunned into silence. Reece was holding on to her for dear life as sobs wracked through the older womanís frame. The dancer was crying too, at the depth of emotion and trust her friend was sharing with her. She knew this was a turning point in the tall woman's life and wouldn't let go for the world. There was one thing, though; she was sweating up a storm with the combined body heat of two crying women. Feeling confident enough, she stroked the damp black hair and bent her head so their foreheads touched. Reece refused eye contact, but didn't let go. That's a good sign, the dancer thought.

"God, Cor, this is so humiliating." Reece scrubbed her face roughly with one hand.

"Boss, I'd never tell," Cori stated confidently.

Red rimmed blue eyes caught her own with a very weary look.

"Don't you trust me?" Cori spoke softly through her own tears.

Reece gave her a look that needed no words. Apparently she did trust Cori more than she thought. Or she wouldn't be lying on the woman soaking her shirt with tears. "Hey? Why are you crying?" She frowned.

"Because you hurt and I can't help you."

"You know? Just now, when you said that, I think you did." Reece forced a smile. "Just stop crying. I hurt enough people already."

"Yeah. Okay." Cori sat up and the boss stood and went to her closet. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to change my clothes. I need to shower right this very minute." She opened her office door and found it to be quiet.

"Hey, boss, looks like itís just me and you."

"You might want to call whatís her name and tell her you're still alive. She must be worried about you."

"Tell you what, I'll make that call, and we'll go back to your place, okay?"

"Hmmm, my place? What's the agenda this time? You gonna fake orgasm and give me a lap dance?"

"Stop." Cori slapped at the tall womanís arm. "I just think we'd be more comfy talking in your house. That is, if you still want to," she added carefully.

"Yeah, I think so. I'll leave, you use my phone." Reece walked slowly towards the exit contemplating this new turn of events. She hadn't cried since she was a child. Why now?

It was the idea that she might have caused Faith to feel the pain she was in. That's why. Her eyes welled up again. "Shit! Get a grip!" she told herself. "You're a grown woman for Christís sake. Act like one," she scolded herself. Yeah, a grown woman who just now for the first time learned what a friend is. How to care. Finds her heart. Falls in love... She shook the last thought from her mind as she exited the club. Taking a breath of the cold air exhilarated her. Maybe there's more to this talking thing than I thought, she pondered.

***

Faith was watching her new favorite channel again, pigging out on chips and Pepsi. It didn't take long for her to abandon the idea of sleeping at night. She settled into the up all night, sleep all day routine. After all, the only people she knew had that same schedule, why fight it. As for acting, she regretfully put that idea aside for another time. One day, her dream would come true. Just not right this moment. She was patient; she would wait. Mary was giving Lou a piece of her mind when the phone rang.

"Yeah," she chewed into the receiver.

"That's how you answer the phone?" Cori laughed.

"Why not? Who else would be calling here at 5 in the morning?" She stifled a soda burp.

"I guess. I'm not coming home 'til later, okay?" The dancer tried to hide her nervousness.

"Got a live one, Tiger?" Faith sat up with a giggle.

"You can say that. You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I want details when you get home, woman!"

"Oh, you'll get 'em alright. Later." Cori hung up the phone, feeling guilty that she was not telling Faith the whole deal. She didn't want Faith to think she was meddling again, she promised. But this was a whole new thing here. She had the boss opened up and she was going to get to the bottom of the Reece Corbett mystery. It's not going to be easy, she was sure of that. That woman was gonna need some coaxing. Cori was sure she was up for the task. She got this far surprisingly enough, now she wants to know about Frank. How did they meet? Why did he take her in? Were they really sleeping together like rumor had it?

Ick. Not Reece and Frankie. She shuddered and it wasn't from the night air. 

Cori looked up to see Reece leaning on a very small sports car. "What's that?"

"My car."

"A Datsun 280z? You can't possibly fit in there!" She laughed.

"Watch me." And the boss folded herself right in, opening the passengerís side for the shocked dancer.

"Ohh, I see itís been tweaked a bit." The driverís side had been customized.

"Seat belt on, Freak. Yup, I got it for next to nothing. It wouldn't sell like this. Tall people don't give this car a second glance. So, you like it?"

"It smells funny," Cori muttered, crinkling her nose.

"That would be me." Reece grinned

"Ew. How do you open these windows anyway?"

"You don't, I do. The childproof thing is stuck. I can torture you, you know." She wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.

"You won't mind if I heave, will you?" Cori shot back.

"Okay, here." Reece gave in good-naturedly, opening Cori's window. "You big baby."

"Reece, you've been living on alcohol and take out. Do you have any idea what you smell like right now?"

"Onions? Curry? Hot and sour sauce?"

"Drive, please."

"Whiskey? Special sauce? Cat food?"

Cori looked revolted.

"Well you tell me, what is it exactly in a dumpling?"

Cori was very pleased with the easy bantering between them. Even if the subject matter was questionable. The car screeched around a corner.

"Reece, you drive like an animal."

The boss wiggled her eyebrows. "I do everything like an animal. But you know that already." She flashed an evil smirk.

You know? thought Cori as her stomach fluttered. If she can have that type of reaction on me, poor poor Faith.

***

Faith was busy rooting nosily through Cori's room. She was bored and wide-awake, chastising herself for that last cup of coffee. She found all sorts of interesting things, but this wooden box with a lock on it really got her attention. This was bad. Never leave a curious person alone when she's bored. Especially Faith. She even left the room and went back to look at it again. Afraid to shake it, not knowing if it would damage the contents, she set her sights on finding the key, or at least something to substitute for one. "Okay, Cori, where would you hide a key?"

Soon after, the blonde woman safety pinned the box open. She found nothing too interesting except family photos, a few love letters from various admirers, and a small yellow clasp envelope. Thinking it was more family photos, she opened it and pulled out its contents. It was pictures all right, but not the family type. There were a few of Cori in sexy positions, clothed, half-clothed, unclothed. "Who took these?" she wondered. Pictures of her friend doing things to herself that you usually don't photograph. She blushed big time. "God, Cori, look at you. The photographer must have had a grand old time." The next picture showed some of the other party in the mirror, but was obscured by the flash. Faith's stomach twisted. "Oh no...."

She quickly shuffled through the stack until she found it. There she was sprawled out on the bed, en flagrante, a sheen of sweat covered her body, some of her hair stuck to her face, an arm reaching to cover her face, blue eyes like ice at having been photographed. "Hallelujah, she's magnificent." The next few pics were of the tall club owner sleeping, talking, walking; all looked as if they were surprise shots. "Oh Jesus..." Faithís pulse was pounding in her head when she saw Cori tied up on a huge unfamiliar bed, blindfolded. I never knew she liked that. Is that Reece's bed? She got tingles all over seeing that bed, knowing that's where she sleeps, and suddenly, she saw herself tied to it, Reece taking pictures of her naked body. She had to put them away before she left an incriminating wet spot on her friendís bed.

***

Reece was in boxers and a tank top, Cori in a South Park tee shirt that went down to her thighs. She got comfortable in the big chair and pushed the little button to make it recline. Reece glanced over and smirked

"If youíre gonna do that, you should put underwear on. That is, unless...."

"Hey!" She crossed her knees. "Oh, real hot, Reece, a dead kid in a parka is sooo sexy. What are you looking there for anyway?"

"Habit. And that's Kenny." She nodded towards Cori's chest.

"Kenny?"

"Yeah, he gets killed every episode! Itís hilarious!"

Cori didn't see the humor in that. "Oh yeah, hysterical."

"I guess you have to be there." Reece slouched back on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping the channels rapidly until the remote was snatched out of her hands. "What?"

"I was getting nauseous." The dancer stopped on MTV. "Here, itís the countdown special."

"Change it now." Reece looked aggravated.

"Why? I thought you liked the 90's."

"Not any more. Too many songs..."

"Remind you of her?" Cori hoped she was right.

"Something like that," the tall woman whispered.

"Hey, Reece?" Cori crossed her fingers.

"Hmm?"

"Tell me about Frank?"

"What about him?" Yep, now she was definitely aggravated.

"Anything." Please.

"He's dead."

"He won't mind then." She looked at Reece apologetically. "You know, I liked him. I miss him too, but I didn't know him as well as you. There's rumors... I'd like to hear the truth from you."

"We weren't fucking if that's what you mean." She threw her long body across the couch.

"Hey, don't get angry, that's not what I mean. I mean, they say he saved your life."

She sat up and made a face. "Yeah, Cori, he did. He believed in me when I didn't."

"And...?"

"He's dead."

Cori moved to the couch, and held the boss' hands. "Tell me how you met."

Reece really wanted to talk about it, but wasnít sure how. She was as unfamiliar sharing her feelings as she was with this love stuff. "I want to Cori, I just..."

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. I bet you'll feel better if you talk about it. "

Reece took a deep breath. She had to look away for some reason. "I used to fight for money, you know, like Ultimate Fighting. Well we got busted a lot, and this one time, I was in the cell, waiting it out, and this woman, totally strung out, was on my shit like crazy. I honestly thought she was a hooker. She made typical conversation, what are you in for and shit. She almost came when I told her why I was there. She was pretty turned on by my cuts and bruises too. She even took care of a few. Hey, to each his own." The club owner shrugged and threw a glance at the dancer. Cori merely nodded, not wanting to breathe, fearing it would make Reece stop.

"So, this guy comes in and bails her out. She makes a stink that she wants him to get me out too. He comes over to the bars, stares into my eyes, and left. I was pissed off, started cursing about who he is to judge me and shit. The cop came fifteen minutes later and told me I've been let out. I really didn't put two and two together until I saw him at the next fight. He put 3G on me. I didn't think about it then, I was undefeated anyway."

"And? Did you win?" Cori asked anxiously.

"I need a drink." Reece got up and Cori feared the eveningís revelations were over.

The dancerís eyes were closed and she was nearly asleep when she heard Reece's bare feet slapping on the wooden floors. Happy that the tall woman didn't run away from her questions, she flashed her a huge smile.

"What took you so long?"

"I made coffee. Here," she said, handing the dancer a huge mug which she accepted greedily.

They sat in awkward silence and drank their hot caffeine. Eventually Reece spoke first. "Yes."

"Boss?"

"I won. The fight." She leaned back into the sofa, her face tense.

"And..." Cori put a hand on the tight womanís back and rubbed it in circles reassuringly. It seemed to work.

Reece closed her eyes and sighed. This touching without sex was very nice, she thought. She peeked up at her friend and got a pang of guilt in her gut for the things she did to her in the past.

"Cor, before I go on, I want to um, well the way we...when we...when I...crap! Look..." She sat up straight and looked at the floor. "When we were a...thing, I don't think I treated you too well." She leaned forward and her black hair covered her face. Feeling safer under wraps she continued, "I used you."

Cori was absolutely stunned at this confession. Is this an apology? An audible I'm sorry? She's gonna choke on it. I'll lose her altogether. "Reece, you fucked me and I let you. I liked it."

"Yeah, but I did things that...." Blue eyes peered through her hair with an unusual look.

Cori read that look and smiled. "You did things that I wouldn't have let you if I didn't want it. Believe me, I was more than willing to be your plaything, I have no regrets, Reece. It was great while it lasted. I even learned a few things." She grinned.

"Oh yeah?" Reece smirked back and Cori let out a breath of relief. "Do tell, Cor. What did I teach you?"

Cori leaned into her friendís shoulder and started ticking things off on her fingers. "Oh, Creative Positions 101, The art of knots, 1001 uses for a banana, interesting photography, sex toys for idiots... I could go on." She gave her boss an arch look.

Reece laughed. "I get the idea. So, itís okay? I mean the other stuff?"

"Oh that. That wasn't really bad, Reece, you didn't hurt me. If I didn't enjoy it, would I have came?

Reece looked skeptical. "You could have faked it," she challenged.

"Oh, I donít think so. You saw me fake it the other day. "

"Yeah, that was pretty convincing, but I think I'd know. Thanks, Cori."

"Anytime, boss. But there is one thing I want to know about that time. How come I never noticed your tongue piercing?" She pulled open Reece's mouth and looked at the barbell in question.

Reece slapped her hand away with a mock glare. "Geez, you take liberties don't you? I took it out for a time." Cori opened her mouth but a large hand covered it. "And, before you ask, I had to get X-rayed and forgot to put it back in. I had to get it re-pierced."

Satisfied with the answer Cori directed the conversation back to Frankie. "So, what happened that day, you know, after you won that fight," she prompted.

Much more relaxed, Reece spoke more freely. "Well, afterwards he came to me and offered me half his winnings. I threw it in his face and laughed. He didn't even flinch. I was impressed to say the least..."

"I don't want your fucking money!" a young arrogant Reece spat. "You won it fair and square."

"Just thought you could use it," the man in the suit replied. "If you wonít take the money, can I offer you a job?"

"Yeah, right. I'm not a fucking whore, asshole. You have no use for me."

"Name's Frankie, not Asshole. I own a club, in midtown...I could use a bouncer." He handed her his card.

She glanced at it and sneered. "Your money is gonna blow away." She saw her 'owner' approach; she had to get out of there. She stuffed the manís card in her pocket.

"Itís legal. Better than this."

"You exploit people just the same." Her eyes darted around the room.

"No, I own no one. Itís a business, like any other."

"You have nothing to gain with me. I'm a trained killer. You have everything to lose with a worthless scum like me...Frankie," she growled. Her 'owner' grabbed her by the arms and, like a trained dog, she allowed herself to be led away.

Then he said something that she will never forget. "Reece, youíre a human being, not an animal."

Cori saw the boss staring into her mug. She could never imagine a life like that. God, what she went through. She twined her fingers through her friendís and squeezed. "Thanks, Reece. You don't have to go on. I'm feeling mighty special about now," she smiled.

Blue eyes focused on her friend. "You know? I feel like a weight lifted off me. I should be thanking you." She got another smile in return. "Um, is this where the hug comes in?"

"See? You catch on fast." Cori fell into the strong, open arms and fell quickly to sleep. Reece was still remembering. It had been pushed so far down for so long, she couldn't stop it now if she tried.

Frankie showed up to a few fights after that, but never approached her again. Reece was undefeated. She never threw out Frankieís card. His words haunting her at times... "Human being, not an animal." A year had passed when she accidentally killed another opponent. Her owner, having enough legal trouble, sold her to a sadistic man, who she had eventually blinded before running away from. She lived on the streets for about six months and one day was caught stealing a lousy can of tuna fish. Back in jail for the umpteenth time, she took out the crumpled up business card. The cop holding her making rude comments the whole time. A womanís voice, hollering over loud music, answered the phone.

"Lounge, how can I help you?"

"Um, Frankie."

"Who's calling?"

"The Animal," she growled at the cop.

"Hold please."

"Reece?"

"Yeah."

"You okay?"

"I'm in jail..."

"Hang out." Click.

She stared at the receiver until the obnoxious cop snatched it from her. "Hey, Animal," he chuckled," stand in the back, you're stinking up my jail." He laughed at her. She'd have to kill him later. Defiantly, she stood up against the bars and glared at him. Which is how Frankie found her.

"Reece? What the fuck happened to you?" He was shocked at her appearance.

"She's a fucking thief." The cop smirked.

"Hey, asshole, I'm bailing her out now, and you have to leave this place sometime."

Reece sneered and made biting gestures.

The cab ride home was silent and Frankie never mentioned the state of her clothing, or anything else for that matter. She sat still and wondered what kind of mistake she just made. When she stepped inside the house she was awestruck. The sheer size of it all was astounding. This was no trailer or subway car, this was the fucking Taj Mahal! Holy shit!

"Hey, Animal." She caught the bundle of clean clothes thrown her way. "I don't have ladies underwear, but I think you'll do just fine with boxer briefs. Somehow I don't see you in panties anyway. There's towels and a toothbrush in your room." He pointed to the far side of the living room. "Go get cleaned up."

She stood stock still, staring at him in disbelief.

"Are you deaf?" he chuckled. "Go clean up, I'll be here when you finish. I'm ordering Italian."

She moved towards the door he pointed too, and slammed her shin on a very short and pointy table.

"Motherfucking shit!"

"Heh, you'll get used to it," he laughed.

"Holy shit!" she muttered when she opened the door. Where the fuck am I? I know we didn't leave Manhattan... She looked out the big window at the narrow, tree-lined street. The street lamp shone on the sign, Bank Street. The West Village? This guy is gay? All thought processes stopped when she saw the size of the bathroom attached to the room.

The underwear fit fine as well as the jeans and sweatshirt. Clean for the first time in a long time, she felt good. Frankie wasn't kidding about ordering Italian. There was enough food for an army in there. She stood in the living room waiting to be noticed. He turned around and saw how beautiful she wasóthin, but beautiful. "Well, look at you. You sure do clean up nice." She fidgeted under his appraising stare. "Come eat. I got you spaghetti...you can never go wrong with pasta."

"Why are you doing this?" she accused.

"What? Don't like pasta?" He shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"Why are you doing this for me? What do you want? Sex? Canít have it. I fuck women." Her stomach was screaming for the food.

"You'll come to the club tomorrow. I have a job for you. Eat. I'm going to bring this food to the girls."

She stuffed her face full of pasta. "You feed them?" she mumbled.

"Sometimes, when business is slow I help them out where I can." Frankie thought she looked like a kid eating ice cream. But he knew inside, there was never any child. The shit she must have been through. "And no, I don't want sex."

"So, you gay too or somethiní?" She stopped chewing and waited for a response.

"I'd probably have better luck, but no."

Blowing out the breath she was holding, she leaned over the table and looked him in the eyes. They looked like honest eyes, she thought. But trust was unheard of in her world.  "What's the catch?"

"You remind me of my sister. She was something. She died on the streets. We all die young in this family. You can't fight the genes, though." He shook his head and seemed to come back to himself. "Reece, I see something in you...a potential to be somebody, not be somebody elseís. Just accept it." He touched her hand and felt her flinch.

"What's the job entail?" She was more interested, but still cautious.

"Tossing out assholes, watching the girls... Oh, they're gonna love you!"

"Yeah? A bouncer, huh?" She grinned at the thought of beautiful, half naked women around her all night. Oh, itís been too long. She fidgeted again, this time against the heat in her crotch.

"Maybe you can help me with the finances." He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Collections? As in, break some legs collections?" Her eyes went wide.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Cool!" She smiled and it wasnít nice. ""It'll keep the juices flowing."

Frankie just laughed.

Cori found herself in the guest room. She smiled, knowing Reece took care in bringing her in and not waking her. Speaking of, where is she? There was a note on the full coffee pot. She's at the gym at 3 in the afternoon? Don't tell me she just woke up too! She laughed, but then sobered up again quickly. Boy, what am I going to tell Faith? She wants details. Since Faith wasn't getting any, she lived vicariously through Cori's exploits.

The phone rang and she picked it up before she realized she wasn't home. Someone was chuckling at her silence. "Boss?"

"Yeah. Bagels?"

"Sure," she smiled.

"Okay." The woman hung up.

Cori laughed at her friendís one-word answers. She must have filled her weekly word quota last night. Chuckling, she went to take a shower.

To be continued...


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