Private Dancer

part 16

by Vertigo

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.

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.

Cori was in pain by the time the little Datsun double parked in front of her house. She was forced to sit between Faith's legs in the front seat. Reece said it was better for her, Cori having longer legs than her friend. But she knew it was if they crashed her head would smash the windshield leaving Faith safe and sound. Faith opened the door and the twisted dancer tried to extricate her legs from under the dashboard. Reece looked on with amusement.

"Well it's better than the subway." The tall woman smirked.

"Oh… ugh… yeah… mmmmph." Cori actually had her hands on the street and was hoping to drag her tingly legs out after her in some sort of crawling motion.

Reece couldn't resist the temptation and spanked her. Hard.

"YEOWCH!" Cori lay successfully sprawled in the street. "You are such a pig Reece Corbett! Faith, can't you do something about that?" She jerked her thumb at the grinning driver.

"I wouldn't dream of changing her Cor." Faith looked at Reece and grinned too.

"Oh beautiful. I'm sitting on my ass where dog's pee, and you two hear violins." The dancer gained feeling back in her legs and reached in for her backpack.

"Well it got you out of the car didn't it?" The dark haired woman handed Cori the bag and winked.

"Oh yes, thank you sooo much. Where would I be without you Reece?" She narrowed her eyes. "Hey, thanks for the lift anyway. Babe, you hurry up ok?" She closed the door.

Faith watched as her friend limped to the front steps. "Maybe SHE should be pursuing acting." She giggled. She smiled at the hand sliding around the back of her neck. It pulled tentatively, so gently that Faith didn't notice it until it stopped. She turned and looked at slightly troubled blue eyes.

"Reece? You're nervous?" She whispered.

"Um, I've never been here before. And don't say I've been to your house. You know what I mean."

"I wouldn't tease you about this baby. Come here." She stretched herself towards the kissable lips across from her and waited for contact. And she waited. Confused, she opened her eyes and found that Reece was staring at her with genuine appreciation and disappointment.

"You are so beautiful Faith. Are you sure it's me? Is this…" She pointed to herself, "…what you want?"

"Are you kidding me? For gods sake! You don't think that this is all I've thought about? Yes I want you. I might even need you…"

Reece smiled crookedly and moved in towards the lips that were calling to her.

"…I don't know what the hell is going on and I don't know if I want to know either. All I know is I can't get enough of you. Can't we just take it as it comes?"

The next sound out of the small blonde was a moan as Reece's tongue tickled her lips.

Cori looked out the window again. Oh no! She laughed out loud. There was a parking cop a few cars behind them and apparently they had no idea. She could just see their faces when they assume the knock on the window to be her. Serves them right. She thought. Aw shit… She couldn't let that happen.

Reece had Faith's head supported by one hand. Her fingers were moving slightly, feeling the softness of her hair. She was breathing heavily through her nose. Oh man. She got me good. She thought as Faith once again groaned into her mouth. She's so ready to trust me. So open to me. She breathed in deeply and renewed her oral attack with meaning. Stop thinking you asshole. Just do it. Her other hand came up and held Faith's chin. She caressed the skin there and felt her stomach drop. NO! I can't do this. Her heart sped up. I can't love her. I can't let her love me. Suddenly her kisses became rougher. The recipient grunted and adjusted. The hand tightened in the blonde hair.

Faith put both hands on Reece's face and pulled away from the kiss. She was also breathing erratically. This was going somewhere else now. She could feel it. Reece was scared again.

"If we don't stop…" She closed her eyes and focused. You'll do something you'll regret… again.

"Yeah, I know." Reece was disappointed but relieved in a strange way. She took a deep breath and bit her lip. Somewhere inside she knew she'd never recover if she used Faith.

Faith looked out the window and spoke. "Maybe one day you'll share yourself with me. All of you. Right now I'm willing to take what I can get, but I know it's not what you really want to do." She paused and glanced at Reece. Her blue eyes were full of turmoil and guilt. She quickly looked out the window again.

"I know you need time right now. I understand. I'm just afraid that if I let you go, you'll never come back to me again. It would be too much trouble." Faith admitted. Her eyes teared up. "Why should I be any different?"

Reece didn't know what to say. In a way, it was the truth… she needed time to think right now. She too was afraid. Every time she had time to think, she over thought and made bad decisions based on nothing more than convenience. This had to be different - Reece felt she'd die if she hurt Faith again. The twisting in her stomach was incredible. This is no good. Faith knows me too well, yet she still wants me. She doesn't deserve me.

"Faith, I'd be lying if I gave you my word."

Faith sobbed but nodded her head. "Look, I don't know what's going on either. I've never felt like this before. It makes me sick and at the same time incredibly good. You did something to me that surprised me, something I will never forget." Reece suppressed the urge to grab her and hold on. "Just know this, I can't lose you from my life completely. I don't know if that's a promise of a good thing or a bad thing. I have nothing to base it on. Nobody has ever taken the time with me, given the effort that you did." Trusted me so completely. "But I will try. For your sake. For our sake. OK?"

Faith took a deep breath and nodded again. She sniffed and smiled hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt. "You know Reece, I wouldn't be lying if I gave you my word. I'll fight for you." She opened the car door and Cori was standing there poised to knock. "I won't let you go quietly." The car door slammed.

Reece sat there for a few minutes looking out the driver's window. She couldn't let anyone see the tears in her eyes. Fuck me. I don't know what to do. It hurts again inside. Why can't she give up on me so I can blame myself and go on? I know how to do that.

Cori watched Faith tearfully run into the house. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Reece pound on the steering wheel in frustration. The dancer sighed. She knew Reece was trying her hardest, but it was going to be a long ride before this journey was over. The dancer just hoped SHE'D get through it unscathed. She shook her head as Reece dropped her head to the wheel. Cori could only imagine the punishment she was giving herself. No need for me to say anything. She looked upstairs and shivered in the cold. Faith's light came on. Poor things. Two completely opposite women, drawn together by something so totally foreign, so powerful. Reece suddenly peeled down the street, leaving a very angry cop and a sick feeling in Cori's gut. She looked up and saw Faith watching Reece's car as it revved at the light. Cori reluctantly went upstairs. This was not going to be an easy couple of days. Smile… smile… THINK! Let's get this ball on the road.

Reece had plenty of time to think on the way back from Brooklyn. There was only one tube to the Battery Tunnel open and you'd think every car in the state decided to use it at the same time. At first she played the typical New Yorker, banging on her horn and trash talking every one around her that honked back. The guy in the tow truck didn't care for her finger and greeted her right back. Lucky for him, she was nearly asphyxiated by the exhaust of hundreds of cars when she opened her window to retaliate. Stuck in bumper to bumper traffic deep beneath the earth with nothing else to do, she thought.

She really had no idea what to do. I told her I love her, so it's no secret. I want to do this, but how? How do I learn? I can't ask for help!? And with THIS? She leaned her head back on the headrest and blew the horn one more time just because she was frustrated. She sneered out the window at a limo in case there was any body of importance in it. She fidgeted some more before her mind took over again.

Ok Corbett, she left the ball in your court. You wussed out, not her. She's gonna fight for this… she said so. YOU can't make any promises you chicken shit. Why can't you be like everyone else? Why are you so goddamned thickheaded? Give her what she wants. She wants you, as much of you as she can get. So? What are you waiting for? She understands you. She wants you… boy does she want you. Mmmm, and how I want her. She slapped herself in the head. C'mon girl, get out of the gutter. Its much more than sex, its the whole freaking package. You want all of her and for some godawful reason, she wants all of you. You gotta show her you're worthy. Prove it's not all about sex. You can do it. I have faith in you… heh heh, and on you, under you…

Reece blew out an exasperated breath. She looked around at the white tiles that made up the inside of the tunnel. They looked like bathroom tiles. She tapped her hands on the steering wheel, eventually working her way up to "Wipeout" by the Surfaris.

I love Faith. There I said it. So, all I have to do is tell her again, and it will all be all right. We'll be a couple, and she'll be mine to keep. Just her and me. Faith and Reece. No more regret, no more shame, no more whoring around. She loves me. Look at that, sweating already.


Two words hadn't passed between the dancers since last night and Cori felt it was time. She put down her coffee and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Faith? Can you come out here? I want to talk to you."

"Please, I think you have some guts to spill."

No response.

"Its ok, I have a mop." She joked.

The door opened and Faith went back to her bed. After crawling back under the covers and wrapping her arms around her drawn up knees, she rested her chin on them with a sigh.

Cori gave her the once over. She didn't look upset. No red eyes, no dark circles. Actually she looked like she must have got a good 6 hours sleep. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey? Are you ok?" She asked quite curiously.

"Yep. I had enough time to think about it and yeah, I'm fine." The green eyes showed mischief.

Cori narrowed her eyes at her friend suspiciously. "OK, out with it." She demanded. "What little scheme have you got rolling around in that head?"

Faith smiled deviously. "What's the one thing Reece can't deny?"

"Coffee." Cori joked. This earned her a tug on her eyebrow piercing. "OW! What are you nuts?" Her nose ran from the sting.

"Nope. What's the one thing that Reece needs?" She continued.

Cori still wiping the tear from her eye caught on. "Oh, sex!"

"Uh huh." She smiled.

"Yeah well I hate to break it to you, but she's been shockingly chaste lately. She's been keeping to herself if you know what I mean."

"Oh I know alright… oh do I ever know… She certainly couldn't go like THAT every night! I mean my lord a person needs to… mmm, imagine her doing…"

"Alright! I get the picture! What does this have to do with the price of tea in China?"

Faith had to erase the visual from her mind before she could go on. "Well Reece hasn't had sex with anyone else because she can't. She needs me. I don't know why, but she reacts to… and trusts me. But she's afraid of this, us. So I'm going to force her to face me through sex."

"Faith, what the hell are you talking about?"

"She's more afraid of me, than she's not afraid of sex."

"WHAT?" Cori was getting a headache.

"I'm playing dirty Cor. If I can get her so turned on, so worked up… she'll have no choice but to come to me… she's mine. She can't deny the feelings she has for me. Just like I can't."

"You're insane."

"Cor, you weren't there. I have a certain power over her when it comes to this. I was thinking about it last night. The Reece I heard all the stories about and the Reece that I made love with, well… they don't match up. She seems to crave my touch, not her release."

"Reece was never in love before."

"Exactly. Right now, if I play my cards right, she'll crave much more than my touch. She'll crave all of me."

"How exactly are you going to do this? Sit outside her house and flash her when she comes and goes?" She asked sarcastically.

"I'm going back to bartending at The Lounge. She'll see me almost everyday. I'm going to be the death of her." She grinned.

"Oh, very cute. So listen, when she throws you down on the bar and fucks you, shall we all look away?"

"Smart ass. I know what I'm doing. I won't let her catch me… yet."

"Faith, as your best friend and the recipient of your half of the rent, I hope you're right."

"Trust me Cori, I have this one covered." She winked and returned to her bedroom, mug in hand.

"Oh Jesus. I HAVE created a monster." Cori shook her head and entered her room to get ready for the day.


The phone kept ringing. Every 10 minutes. It seemed every time the tall woman fell back into her bath and consequently, her fantasy, the phone would ring. She wouldn't even bother getting it, but hey, it could be Faith, the woman she was thinking about day and night… and now. Last night she let the machine pick up, and it was her. She said she'd like to start working the bar again, and planned to come in Thursday. If there was a problem with it, the club owner was to call her. Problem with it? Oh no, no problem at all. I like having my stomach twisted in a knot all day. But Reece couldn't say no. She did want to see the blonde every chance she could get. What a perfect excuse too, to have her working at her club. She just needed to figure a way to stop getting sick each time she looked at her. And maybe, seeing her everyday will help get over this fear of hurting her. Then again, maybe if Faith sees her everyday, she'll see the real Reece and the club owner won't have so much explaining to do. Needless to say, she hadn't called Faith back. Now in a few hours she'd have to face her, and her feelings. She was really trying to get off now, trying to at least squash these particular feelings anyway. One less thing to deal with tonight, if only she could seem to come. Reece knew she was kidding herself and that this wouldn't even begin to take care of the fire that burned inside of her for Faith. Oh how she wished the dancer was there. Cursing loudly she pulled the plug on the bath water and wrapped herself in a towel. Why did it always seem like there was a test where the little blonde was involved?


Faith was welcomed back with gusto. The Lounge was high energy tonight, and it didn't escape the tall owner as she slunk through he club. She wondered if it was Faith that had this effect. Standing in the shadows, she let her blue eyes settle on the shapely bartender. She was laughing with a customer, her green eyes caught the passing light, making Reece's stomach hurt. She is so beautiful. She watched as Faith stopped and looked around as if someone had called her name. Reece looked too to see who caused that effect then noticed the bright emeralds cutting right through her. Faith felt me? She puzzled. They stood there locked on each other until someone yelled for a drink. Faith curled her lips in a lopsided smirk, daring Reece with her eyes to look away. Without realizing it, the taller woman had moved closer to the bar, and out of the shadows. Faith made a show of posing and bending to make this drink. Her tip cup was overflowing. The bartender then slipped out from behind the bar and advanced on the club owner. Reece stood there like a deer in headlights watching the ultra sexy walk Faith was using. Goddamn, she's hot.

Faith took Reece's hands out of her pockets and wrapped them around her back, leaning in to the rigid body. "Hi sexy, miss me?" Faith rubbed her cheeks on Reece's breasts before she placed a bunch of small kisses on her throat, feeling the convulsive swallowing under her lips. "Yeah, it's hard to answer when your throat's gone dry." She chuckled, swatted Reece on the ass and started back towards the bar. "Its ok, you can answer me later if you want. I got all night." She smiled big and shook her hips all the way back to the bar.

Reece was a little uncomfortable. She was a tad moist between the legs and her nipples actually hurt. She was a little amazed at how she reacted to this public display when it was Faith. Any other woman would have been naked right now. This is new. She could feel the twinkling eyes sneaking looks at her. This sudden weakness was highly unusual, and yet, her stomach wasn't hurting so much right now. What was that all about? Here I am trying to be the good girl and… well, I swear it's another test. She took another look at Faith, who licked her lips and winked. Oh man, she really isn't giving up without a fight.

Faith had it all planned out. She was going to drive Reece insane with need, then hit her up with an indecent proposal that the beautiful woman could not turn down. The devious bartender teased her boss all night long, wearing the tightest leather pants, super push up bra, boots, and nothing else. Faith was relentless in her torture, and Reece was suddenly becoming very religious. Faith smirked each time she heard a "holy shit" or "oh god" slip out of those yummy lips. The normally composed woman was practically shaking as Faith treated her to long smoldering looks, copped generous feels, and left caresses full of promises in very strategic locations. And then for a finale, she dropped to her knees lifted Reece's shirt and planted a goodnight kiss directly on her navel. Faith even thought she heard the tall woman whimper once or twice. Judging by the reactions she was getting, the scheming bartender figured two days tops. She'd be lying on that couch come hell or high water by Saturday night. Feeling very cocky, Faith practically pranced out onto the street.


Cori was pretty impressed with both of her friends these days. Faith was downright seductive. And maybe a little cruel too. She certainly did her share of observing at The Playhouse because she was just this close to raunchy, yet still in the realm of taste. The dancer kept tabs on the bartender and stifled the need to shove a dollar in her bra for her performance on a few occasions. She couldn't wait to see what she had in store for Reece tomorrow night. God this was good. Now Reece, Reece was more than lenient, taking everything that Faith dished out. Strange as it was, the boss stayed out of her office a majority of the night and directly in the line of fire. She wondered about that early on in the evening, but figured Reece was a smart woman, she had to know what was going on. Maybe she's on to it all and is giving Faith a run for her money? She chuckled at that thought. If it's true, poor, poor Faith. She stopped to watch Reece pull down the heavy gates to the club and jumped slightly when it hit the sidewalk with such force, it bounced halfway back up. Damn she's frustrated. She was slightly worried that the tightly wound woman would seek a stranger's attentions to relieve some tension. The dancer also thought it might not be such a bad idea, for everybody's sake.

"Hey bosslady, wanna catch a drink?"

"Where at?" She seemed genuinely interested.

Cori, not expecting that answer was thrown off guard. "Umm, what about that new place over by you?" The dancer started to walk faster to keep up with Reece's long strides.

"That trendoid yuppie den?" The tall woman grimaced. "I was thinking maybe a seedy dark joint, preferably with a pool table." She winked, throwing Pepe the keys.

Cori thought a moment while waiting for the car. Her friend couldn't stand still and was practically oozing sex. Even Pepe was nervous.

"Looking for something Reece?" Cori climbed into the open door and blew a kiss at the chivalrous Pepe.

"What makes you say that?" She smirked.

"Pool table, dark, oh, I don't know. It just sounds like your type of pick up joint is all."

"You don't have to join me Cori. I'm just going to relax a little, let off a bit of steam."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Pig."


Cori saw that Reece was driving towards her house anyway and wondered if her friend was attempting to avoid temptation or desperate enough to bed a yuppie. The dancer made it her quest to keep Reece out of temptation's way, should it rear its head in this unlikely place. Who am I kidding? She thought. Nothing can stand between Reece and her libido.

The club owner found that the place really wasn't that bad now that she got settled. She stirred her cranberry juice and scanned the place. Not much to look at except the bartender with reddish blonde hair. She squinted. Nope, brown eyes, but she'll do just the same. Reece was worried about the piano, but seeing it was covered in empty glasses, calmed her down a bit.

The boss was driving so Cori wasn't worried about her own alcohol consumption. She ordered a second drink and turned to catch a man in a suit scoping Reece. She glanced at her friend and saw her flirting with the bartender who was flirting right back. She looked back at the man and saw that he was aware of the two women's intentions. Oh no. She giggled. A perv! This is rich. She wondered how Reece would handle this. One of two ways… punch him out or laugh in his face. Just then the woman in question elbowed her.

"Hey Freak, don't look now, but blue hair and nose ring at 10:00. She looks hungry." Reece made sure Blue Hair saw her tell Cori.

"Thanks but no thanks boss. What is she twelve? I'm not shopping for a puppy."

Reece waved her over anyway, and without much warning introduced the two and plopped Blue Hair in her stool. She got up and walked away leaving a very happy Freaklet with her very angry Freak.

Blue eyes worked the sea of faces for a few minutes. Nothing interested her too much. This surprised her, but old habits die hard and she kept looking. She struggled her way through the bodies back to the bar, hesitating only twice when she felt the welcoming warmth of breasts pressing into her back. She hovered uncomfortably close, over a patron until he got up out of the stool. From this vantage point, she was able to make all sorts of faces behind Blue Hair's back. Boy, was Cori gonna let her have it for this. She chuckled, and went back to playing with the bartender.

She was so close to kissing the red head behind the bar when she saw Cori stand up and make a very exaggerated yawn for the third time. She glared at her friend for the attempt and when she turned back around the bartender was putting a fresh drink in front of her.

"Thanks." She smiled a winning smile.

"Oh, it was from him." The woman pointed at said man with a knowing smirk.

Reece rolled her eyes. She hated these mixed bars for that reason. She didn't have the patience to hear one more man tell her she hasn't slept with the right guy yet. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Just as she was about to make another move on the bartender, the guy walked over, grabbed her hand, and placed a business card on the bar in front of her.

"Hi gorgeous." Then he mouthed "read the card".

She looked at him like he was insane and nearly broke his hand.

The guy winced and whispered "please", practically begging with his eyes. She let go of his throbbing hand and read the card, "Brad Rogers Talent Scout".

She laughed out loud, drawing the attention of a few people. "Oh, is there where you tell me I should be in pictures? Get lost dickhead, not interested."

The man looked desperate when another older man sidled up next to him with a suspicious look in his eye.

She shrugged and flipped the card over. It said, "In the closet, the boss is suspicious, I need a cover, please help."

She contemplated laughing again, but the guy looked so pathetic. She assumed the lech next to him was the boss. He should be fired for being so annoying she thought. But hmmm… a talent scout, huh? Oh shit. Should I do this? What the fuck. Cori should find this very amusing. She glanced at her Freak, who was trying very hard not to laugh. She glared at her but as usual, it didn't work. Oh well, here goes…

"So, are you really a talent scout?" She gave him a wide-eyed innocent look.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am." He breathed a large sigh of relief.

"Is this Television or movies… Brad?" She poured it on, licking her lips and rolling her tongue ring around them for bossman's benefit. The dirty old fuck. She could hear him getting hard.

"TV…" He hesitated.

"Theresa." She offered her hand and he kissed it with a smirk.

Cori took this in with her mouth hanging open and an eyebrow in her hair. THERESA??!!?? Oh… this is better than good. The dancer was stunned. So Reece… Theresa… Reece… it makes sense. She did grow up with a bunch of nuns. Cori was biting her hand to stop herself from screaming "Theresa". Reece glared at the gesture and thought she had better take this away from her friend before Cori's eyeballs fell out and the dancer embarrassed herself. Reece got up and stood at least a head taller than Brad. The Bossman wolf whistled in appreciation. Reece had to take a deep breath to avoid strangling him, or castrating him, the jury was still out. It was an awkward moment, she could hear Cori snickering over the din. The tall woman made like she was smoothing her pants and sat back down, wrapping a long leg around Brad. Reece pulled him between hers, running one hand up and down his back. She placed her hidden hand on his crotch, and spoke very close to his face and very quietly.

"Ok, here's the deal, whatever the sob story, I really don't fucking care. I don't do favors…" He looked like he might cry. "But… I will make you an offer." She glared, he nodded. "Good, I see we understand each other. You get my friend a job and I'll play your game tonight. Deal?" She squeezed a little for emphasis.

Brad's eyes widened in terror. "Come on, oh god, let it go, I'll do it, anything, just please…" He stuttered.

"Why me? Do I look all that charitable?" She toyed with his fear.

"I know you're gay, I saw you… before… that's why I chose you… he's a homophobic asshole… I'm actually afraid I'm going to lose my job if he doesn't see me with a woman. Please Reece. I'm begging." He really was too.

She eased up on the squeeze, but not the look. "I'm not fucking kidding buddy. I expect a call tomorrow - I have your address. Let me down and I'll find you. I wouldn't toy with me. Promise me." Her eyes showed her intentions.

He swallowed hard before answering. "I promise. Thank you."

"And if I so much as sense that dick of yours twitching, I'll tear it off with my hands." Reece let go of the man's crotch he paled but nodded.

It almost looked as if Cori was brain dead with the blank stare she was giving the boss. She was still trying to process the Theresa thing, let alone the man thing. Reece found it funny and winked at her. Blue Hair was oblivious and prattled on.

The club owner put on a monumental show, oozing sex and draping all over him. By the time she excused herself and said goodnight, Brad's boss was convinced he was full out hetero. Reece was also pleased to note Brad was most definitely gay. If he didn't rise to this occasion, he'd have to be, either that or dead. Shit, she made herself hot. Reece made a show of writing her number down on a piece of paper. Of course it was followed with a little note that said, "I know where you live Mary."

She grabbed Cori who just about looked catatonic now, and left throwing one more wink and kiss over her shoulder at Brad.

Blue Hair was right behind them.

She explained herself in the car, but not entirely. She didn't mention that she did it for Faith. Cori was a little skeptical, but came out of her coma just the same. Reece doesn't do favors out of kindness. There was definitely more to this story, but she couldn't be bothered by that now. She was intoxicated, and horny. Blue Hair was sitting on her lap, doing wonderful things to her neck. Soon enough, she forgot all about it.

Reece couldn't hide the grin she had watching Cori swap spit with this freaklet. The girl was obviously infatuated with her friend and it was exactly what she needed. It was about time someone paid attention to Cori and besides, her friend needed to get laid already. She knew Cori would thank her for it later.

"Cor, your place or mine?"


"My place it is." She chuckled.

With the noises beside her, Reece's mind wandered to Faith. She smiled as she pictured her excitement having gotten an actual acting job. Brad had better not be screwing with her. It'd been too long since she hit someone. And, she didn't get laid either. There was definitely a bit of tension in her body, working it off either way would suffice.


Reece was too wound up to sleep. Too many things were flashing through her mind at the moment. She left the confines of her room and trudged downstairs to eat. She stared at the guestroom door in disbelief when she heard the growl. Her blue eyes widened at the series of thuds and bangs that came out of the room. What the…? She had to smirk at Cori's yelp though. Shaking her head, she grabbed some pop tarts and milk. All sounds stopped from the room and the door opened presenting a very disheveled and slightly wavering Cori wrapped in a sheet.

"Boss, um, you got anything to tie her down?" She rasped.

Reece chuckled and leaned on the counter. "What's the matter, too much for you?"

"Shit woman! If I don't tie her down, I'll never get any sleep!" She whined.

Reece laughed loudly at her friend's discomfort. She went and retrieved handcuffs out of the kitchen cabinet and dangled them from her finger.

Cori didn't even want to think about why they were there. She stumbled into the kitchen, tried to take the cuffs only to have them raised too high up to reach.

"Reece! Then gimme the rest of the Jack I saw in there so maybe I'll pass out."

"Coreeee… I'm not finished with you yet."

Both of them looked at the guest room door. Reece snickered, Cori groaned.

"Please give me those."

Her friend's desperation was amusing to say the least. But she gave in and tossed her the handcuffs. Cori grabbed the bottle anyway.

"Bless you… Theresa." The tipsy woman bowed and quickly ducked inside the room.

Blue eyes shot daggers at the closed door. "Fuck you Freak… hope she bites!"

Reece went back upstairs to eat, if only to avoid the sounds coming out of the guestroom. It just reminded her that she was way past horny. Masturbating wasn't even working anymore. She might very well have to go out and buy batteries if this kept up. Where the hell is that thing anyway?

To be continued...

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