Private Dancer

part 7

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.


By now you would think they had grown accustomed to a slamming door, yet they winced hard at the sound.

"Oh shit, Faith, you really blew it big time. I left you alone for five freaken minutes! Just what the hell did you say to her?" The tone Cori used even bothered herself

"Not now, Cor." Faith was putting on her clothes and fighting back the tears. "Please."

"What happened? That's all I want to know."

"Everything happened, Cori. Now please, I'm going home." Tears were running down her face despite her great efforts.

"Hon, no, stop it." She tried to grab the blonde but she shrugged her off and left.

"Great!" she shouted to no one. "Fine! Leave me here with my tits hanging out and Mr. Fucking Rogers upstairs. Argh!"

Cori put her shirt back on and glanced up the stairs. She could hear the sounds of Reece's boots clomping heavily upstairs on the hardwood floor. That means she's pacing and that's not a good sign. A curse, a muted crash, then another, much louder curse followed. That's an even worse sign, she thought. The dancer grabbed her jacket and toyed with the idea of slipping out quietly. She was preparing to do so when the bedroom door slammed open and a very upset woman came tearing down the stairs and directly into the kitchen.

"Do you believe that woman? What the fuck was I thinking?!" Reece was livid.

Cori was scared. She heard all the whispers and rumors of Reeceís violent tendencies. If she chose to believe them, she'd fear for her life. When Reece lost her temper, sometimes people lost their lives.

"I went along with your stupid game, and her fucking game...." She grabbed a towel and emptied the ice tray into it. "For what? Donít bother answering, I'll tell you...for dick!"

Despite being petrified, the dancer took the towel full of ice from her and put it in a big baggie. "Here, so it doesn't drip when it melts."

The tall woman just stared at her and breathed heavily.

Thinking she was expected to respond, Cori added, "Tyson and Holyfield don't like their makeup to run," as an explanation.

"You know, this was your idea wasn't it? To get her into my house...and bed..."

"Boss, you don't underst..."

"Shut up and listen! Wasn't it?" Cori backed into the counter. "I know it was. I heard you. I was sitting on the stairs!" The dancer cringed. "Oh, and you girls probably giggled about it too." She affected a high pitched voice. "Ooo, letís go to Reece's house and tease her mercilessly. Letís see how long it takes before she blowsÖhee hee hee." She started to advance on the dancer.

"It wasn't supposed to be like that. I swear." Cori put her hands up in reflex as Reece got closer. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're unreasonably angry..."

Reece snatched the ice bag and held it to her left hand; her eyes widened on contact. "I'm unreasonably angry? The girl has been wanting me since she laid eyes on me. You saw it! Then tell me, friend, what the fuck happened tonight? I know the girl wants to fuck me, I could smell her from across the room! What then? How come she sits there all tits to the wind, telling me how she wants it, kissing me like she was.Ö Touching me! Huh? Tell me!"

The smaller woman was getting angry herself. We didn't plan this. God knows what transpired in the time she went to the bathroom. She put her hands on the shoulders that were invading her space. The raging woman leaned threateningly into her, ignoring the sign of discomfort.

"Get off me, Reece."

"Little Miss Romance needs a relationship. Pity her because no one wants to touch her. What did you tell her? Did you tell her I was a pussycat again? Stroke me and I'll purr? Or did you tell her I'll respect her in the morning? Both of them are lies." She inspected the damage to her hand, giving Cori full view of what sheíd done.

"Don't be an asshole. You know you don't mean that last thing." She gently took the injured hand into hers and saw the force behind such a fist. "You probably don't mean half of what youíre saying now. Jesus, what the hell did you hit?" The skin between each finger was split. Probably on impact.

"Well, she should be lucky it wasn't her."

"You are some piece of work. You are only irrationally pissed because she turned you down. Admit it, little Faith turned big bad Reece down and you hurt your goddamned ego. And your hand."

"Fuck you, Cori. That isnít the problem and you know it. I can get laid anytime I want. Someone says no...I move on, no harm done."

"And your point is?"

Reece shoved the dancer into the counter and growled. "My point isÖshe's...she...fucking forget it. Itís your problem now. You deal with Miss Green Eyed Perfect For Me Hardbody." She let go of Cori and started for the front door.

"So this is all my fault how?"

"You picked her up, telling some sob story about a hard life. Ha! I'll show you hard! You fell for something, Cori. I want no part of it." And on cue, the door slammed, leaving Cori in tears.

The dancer threw a small tantrum alone in the house, emptied the open bottle of wine and flopped down on the couch, exasperated. She replayed the night in her head again and again. God, Reece was wild, practically over nothing. She had never seen her show that much emotion over anything. All at once it hit her...from beginning to now, all the little oddities in the boss' behavior where Faith was concerned. All leading up to tonightís rage. She was hurt.

"She was terribly hurt, which can only mean..." She said it out loud with as much awe as if she discovered the Rosetta Stone. "Good God...Reece is in love!" She took a minute to let it sink in. This was bad, no, terrible. It wasn't something she, or Reece for that matter, was prepared to deal with. A blatant display of emotions just wasn't within her abilities. Then again, she thought, what the hell was tonight all about? If she's able to show this much ferocity, in any capacity, pity the woman on the receiving end of her love.

Cori got going while the coast was still clear. She had to find Faith. Boy was there a lot to talk about. She just hoped the woman was going to accept her explanation for Reece's apology. If not, the two women wouldn't be able to work in the same state, let alone a club together. Faith will be more lenient, she was sure, but Reece, she wasn't so forgiving.  "Oh God," she groaned. "Then I have to deal with Reece." If the air wasn't clear between them the boss would spontaneously combust.

When Reece stormed off, she instinctively walked cross-town towards her club, fighting with herself half the way. It was cold and a long distance to cover by foot, but with the energy radiating off of her body, she barely felt the chill and made it in record time. She had heard what Cori was saying, but needed to cool down to really hear it. Yeah, I'm pissed! she thought. So? Am I not allowed to blow off some steam once and a while? And I am not being irrational. She tried to justify the way she was acting. Okay, so I'm just a tad off the handle, maybe I'm hormonal or something.

She stopped into a coffee shop on the way and got a very large cup. Now that she was less worked up, she was beginning to feel the cold. "Ahhh, hot caffeine." She felt it traveling downward inside of her and sighed. Who does Faith think she is anyway? She's not so special. She started drifting back to when she met the blonde: the handshake, the tingles, the blushing, the fantasy. She felt each experience all over again. This kind of stuff never happened to her before. What is going on with me? I really did get unreasonably angry. I can have anybody I want. So why her? The tall woman was getting frustrated with herself and her show of emotions tonight.  Reaching the door to her club, she glanced towards the garage longingly for a moment. Quickly re-routing herself, she entered the garage.

Amazingly enough, Cori found Faith at home.

"I'd have thought you'd be out drowning your sorrows or something."

"You forget I know how pathetic those people are." Faith sat on the couch, still wearing her jacket.

"Talk to me. I need to know what's going on. I think I made sense of Reece's point of view, now letís hear yours."

"What did she have to say for herself? And don't tell me she's sorry."

"No, she never said that, but I don't think I've ever heard her say those words anyway. You can tell when she is." The dancer sat on the floor in front of the bartender, laying her hand on her thigh. "Please talk to me. All I know is that I went to the bathroom and when I came back, you guys were a hair away from a pop shot."

Faith smirked at the memory. "Yeah, but it would have been a meaningless 'pop shot' for her."

Cori tried to come up with an explanation for Reece.

"It would have meant everything to me." The blonde started to cry. "I made an ass of myself."

"Faith, no you didnít, she made an ass of herself. I don't know how to explain her actions tonight, but I know whatís in her heart. C'mon, take off your coat and stay awhile. This is going to take some time."

"What could you possibly say to make me feel better? Did you know she gave me an ultimatum?"

"What? What did she say?"

"Well, sort of an ultimatum, she said, not quoting, that the opportunity may only come this once. I really blew it. I just should have let it happen and kept the memory. Me and my idealistic fantasies... I'm such a jerk."

"Oh no, I'm not going to listen to that shit. You sit here, stop crying, and listen to me. You are not a jerk, and you didn't blow anything. She is a very complex person who has a very odd way of showing her feelings. I know because I study her, itís all in the eyes."

"I can't look into them; my IQ seems to drop a few dozen points. I thought if I drank, I'd have more courage, but it just made me dumber, more willing to submit to her."

"Well, that's a strange way of putting it, but I heard she can have that effect. You have to understand, she's feeling something that she's never felt before. I'm not saying that she was right in her actions, but that's a defense she hasÖanger is her easiest emotion. Itís the one she's most comfortable expressing. Any hurt turns into anger and she lashes out."

"What are you trying to say? That that's her way of saying she likes me? Please, Cori, I couldn't survive the affection," she said sarcastically.

"No. What I'm saying is, she more than likes you, but I don't think she's even aware of it yet. When you turned her down, she went nuts! I braved the storm and realized she's hurt. You can't be that terribly hurt by another person unless they mean a lot to you. See what I'm saying?"

"I might. Are you telling me that she feels something for me, in a more than just a fuck sense?"

"Oh, much much more. I think you actually sneaked inside a crevice and got into her heart. I could be wrong, but I never saw this from her before. She would have just thrown you across the room and wouldn't have wasted her energy even thinking about it before going out and getting laid. She really hurt tonight. You made something happen that confused her emotions."

"That's a lot of power to lay on me, Cor."

"You have it. You have the capacity to make her feel. That's a good thing."

Faith smiled thinking about it. She needed time to think. Was risking this kind of behavior worth Reece's affections? On one hand she could see them married with kids, on the other, she could see herself getting very frustrated with the woman, long before the honeymoon. "I have to toss it around in my head for a while, Cori."

"I gotcha. Letís get some dinner."

After stopping home, grabbing a few items for her trip, and changing into more suitable attire, Reece was rumbling through the city streets in search of answers. There wasn't anyone in her life that mattered, or cared enough, to understand. The only person who knew her inside and out was dead. Ah, I can't do this, she thought. What do I say? How do I make up for not being there? She started to panic, and that wasn't good. Concentrating on the sound of the Harley and the sting of the wind on her face, she immediately felt content. She turned onto the highway, leaving Manhattan behind, and relaxed, stretching her legs out to reach the cruising pegs. It was going to be a long ride.

After arriving at her destination hours later, it was closed and she had to climb over the fence to get in. Reaching her goal, she squatted down and cleaned the debris off of the headstone. "Hey you, itís me." She studied the stone. "You picked a rotten time to be dead. I finally need you, and you can't help me. Asshole."

She could almost hear him now, "Ay! Such an ugly mouth on that face!" She settled down on the dirt with her back against the granite. "I didn't make it to the funeral... Fuck, Uncle Frankie, I didn't go because I didn't want to see you dead. If I don't see it, it won't be real right?" She lowered her head in shame. "I wasn't ready for you to die yet. Selfish huh?"

This wasn't so bad, she could imagine his answers to her and it was almost like he was there. "Um, remember when you told me what love was? Yeah so, did you get these, like, shocks, and you stutter, and you couldn't control your emotions? Cuz, I gotta tell you, either I'm in love, or ready for Bellevue." Reece sat there until the sun came up.

To be continued...

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