Reece's Faith, Part 20
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By the time Reece decided what to wear, her closets looked like a tornado hit them. Settling on the biker look, she wore Levi's, black leather chaps, a tight white V-neck tee, and her old worn boots. Now she couldn't decide if she should strap on a dildo.
Faith never said anything about that. But what if she wanted it and it wasn't there? Shit!
The club owner ran around the room frantically grabbing toys and harnesses, all the while trying to undo the buttons and zippers that covered her lower half. With her clothes around her knees and the harness in place, she modeled a few different dildos until the water stopped in the shower.
Fuck me! Well Sport, you'll just have to do..
Reece quickly re-dressed and ran a brush though her hair. She tried various poses by the bed, on the bed, and just standing in the middle of the room.
After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and Faith was standing there in a long black shiny robe.
"Oh, just look at you." The actress circled around the club owner and whistled in appreciation.
"I take it I did good?" Reece held her arms out.
"Oh yeah." she purred. "I like the shirt."
Faith ran her hands along her lover's outstretched arms and down her sides, stopping at her waist. She smiled as Reece's nipples blatantly showed their appreciation. Stepping closer she continued the journey over Reece's butt and down the back of her legs, kneeling as she got lower. She leaned her head on Reece's thigh and ran her hands back up to hold onto a perfectly sculpted ass, sighing in pleasure once she got there.
"You can turn me on just by standing there Reece, but this," she squeezed what she was holding, "this, drives me insane. Especially when it's covered in leather."
"I know a few other things that drive you insane."
"Oh really? What would that be?"
The tall woman took Faith's hands and brought them around to the belt on her chaps. The smaller hands held on to the waistband and the actress pulled herself up to face Reece.
"Well? I'm waiting," the red head teased. The tall woman smirked and pulled Faith against her. Green eyes narrowed as she felt the lump against her belly.
"That. That drives you insane." Reece bent her knees and positioned herself between Faith's legs, then moved up so the dildo was nestled against her lover's crotch.
"Oh.. that." Faith gasped. "I must have been too preoccupied with your ass."
"Am I wrong?" Reece leaned in closer, holding the smaller body tightly against hers.
"No, not wrong at all." The actress ground herself into her lover and leaned her head back. Reece bent her head and kissed her. She ran her hands up and down the silky material of Faith's robe, liking the way it felt as it moved against her lover's skin. Her hands landed on the redhead's backside and she pushed into her harder.
"Mmm, Reece, come to the bed." Faith squirmed out of her grasp and lay down on the bed. The robe opened and one naked leg slid out. The actress scooted up to the headboard and bent the exposed leg.
"Don't you wanna see what I got on under here?" She motioned with her finger for the tall woman to come closer.
"Well, I figured you'd want to see what I have on under here first." She caressed the bulge in her pants.
"No, I want you to keep it all on. I want to feel the leather rubbing on my thighs when you fuck me."
"Faith.. you know what happens when you talk like that to me." Reece leaned over the bed til she was hovering right over Faith's face.
"Oh, I'm counting on it." She pulled Reece in for a kiss.
The club owner crawled up and lay on top of her lover, never breaking the heated kiss. Faith opened her legs wide and grabbed Reece's ass, pulling her down into her sex.
The tall woman gladly obliged and started a slow grinding movement.
"Oh, that's good. Slow and sexy." Faith complimented.
"This is just a warmup. I'm not going to do it slow, Faith. I want you bad. I'm gonna take you fast and hard."
"As long as you take me.."
"Who the fuck?"
"Never mind it, baby, just keep moving." Faith held tightly to Reece's butt.
"For shit's sake!"
Faith groaned as Reece got up off the bed, glaring at the tall woman's back as she stood by the window trying to see who was ringing the bell.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Faith cursed as she reached for the phone. "You may as well answer the door, Reece."
The actress heard her lover's feral growl as she stomped down the stairs, and felt not one ounce of pity for the person at the door.
"Welcome to Grand Central Fucking Station!!" she yelled into the phone.
"Cori, " she sneered, "this had better be good."
"It is, I swear!"
"So spill it, woman."
"Someone was there at the store today! They took pictures of us in the lingerie! You too! I just got word from Sandy..it's on the internet already! John was at his boyfriend's house and he printed it out for you."
"Oh god.." Faith moaned.
"Faith, this is going to be all over the tabloids! What the fuck are you going to do?"
"I'll think of something." Faith heard the door slam. "Um, Cori, where does John's boyfriend live?"
"About five blocks from you, why?"
"Oh no..REECE! Don't kill him... Cori, I gotta go."
"The poor guy." Cori hung up the phone thanking anyone who would listen that she wasn't the one at the door.
Faith came flying down the stairs to see John staring wide-eyed at Reece. Her lover stood with her eyebrow in her hair, arms folded across her chest.
"Oh.. my.. god.. Louise!"
"I just got hard."
Reece's expression turned to a lopsided grin and she rolled her eyes.
"John, I know why you're here, just show me."
"Ok, but don't expect me to move. I wasn't kidding. Even my nipples are hard."
"Well, I guess that just changed everything now, didn't it."
"Faith, what are you talking about?" Reece followed her lover into the living room.
"John used to be the only human being left that didn't lust after you."
"Ha ha, very funny. This is going to cost me millions in therapy and you joke." John limped into the living room.
Faith sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, giving the others a clear view of her naked leg and the dark blue garter.
"What's the problem, babe?" Reece squatted down next to her lover and looked at the pictures. "Where the fuck did those come from?"
"Some one got these while we were trying on outfits today. I swear I had no idea."
"Baby, didn't I tell you to be more discreet?"
"I swear we were."
"You took Cori.. need I say more?"
The makeup artist glanced again at Faith's leg and noticed it was the same garter from the photos. She must have been showing it to Spike over there.. Then he realized what he'd just done.
"Oh my god! I just interrup... you two were..." He pointed back and forth between the two women.
Reece stood up and gave him a bored look. "No shit, Sherlock."
"Heeeyyy, you guys were playing games, weren't you?" He leaned forward and smiled. "Scary biker chick and the innocent maiden?"
"I'll show you scary.." Reece puffed up and stood threateningly over him.
"Down girl, don't make him wet himself on our chair." Faith teased.
"Well that's not going to happen. Thanks to the big bad butch, Little John-John just curled up and went beddie-bye."
"Watch it, Mary." The tall woman growled.
"John, are these all the pictures?"
"Little John-John?" Reece finally questioned.
The makeup artist glared at her. "Oh, like you don't name yours?"
"Reece, hon, quit while you're ahead." The actress patted her on the ass.
"Yeah, Faith, those are all there are. At least that's what Sandy says. By the way, what in god's name was she wearing?!"
Faith chuckled at the photo and showed it to Reece, who frowned and gave it the thumbs down sign. "I like what you're wearing much better." She purred and crouched down next to her.
The actress ran her fingers absently through Reece's hair as she wondered what to do about this. She could imagine the headlines screaming from the supermarket check-outs.
Reece was looking at the pictures of Faith apparently modeling the outfit and leaned into the touch. She squirmed around a little when the harness and its contents made itself known due to the renewed blood flow to her crotch. Faith noted the movement out of the corner of her eye and patted the leather covered area.
"Helloo-oo, gay man here," He raised his hand and waved it around. "Not interested in this kind of activity."
Faith blushed deeply as she realized where her hand was and at how unconsciously that gesture came to her.
"Oh, sorry John. I really didn't know what I was doing." She apologized and pulled her hand away.
"Good lord!" John stared openly at Reece's crotch.
The tall woman pinched her lips together in annoyance.
"That looks so real!" John fell off the chair as he tried to get a closer look.
"Reece, close your legs!" Faith scolded.
"Wanna know his name?" Reece stroked it and teased.
"Oh god, why do you have to be a woman. This is so wrong."
"It's a boy?" Faith asked.
"Well don't you think naming a dick Betty would be a little odd?" Reece smirked.
John cracked up, which made Faith crack up. The club owner stood up, leaned against the wall and waited.
"Oh ok, baby, what's his name."
"Well, not if you're going to patronize me." Reece felt embarrassed.
"No, I'm serious. I'd like to know who's fucking me." Faith replied.
"Ack! TMI! Too Much Information!" The makeup artist held his head in his hands.
"Sport. Short for Sportster."
John peeked out from his hands and snickered.
"Well, it's a hell of a lot better than Little John-John."
"What about the black one?" Faith asked.
"Oh, this is way too creepy for me."
"The one with.. you know.."
"The one from the office?"
"Fatboy." Reece smirked.
"How appropriate." Faith felt herself flush.
"How many of these do you have?"
"Seven. Didn't you leave yet, Mary?"
"I thought this was too creepy for you?" Reece chuckled.
"It was, but now I'm intrigued by your need to have seven penii. All named after bikes, mind you. It must be a sign of something."
"Yeah, that I can handle anything between my legs. Wanna see?" Reece reached for her belt.
"Well then, that would be my less than subtle cue. See ya, Faith!"
"Thank you for the pictures, John." Faith called after him as he closed the door.
"Why did you do that? He'll never let me live it down."
"Threaten him with the Fatboy."
Faith spent the rest of the day on the phone, while Reece grew increasingly agitated.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I know we had other plans but I have to take care of this now."
Faith tried to calm her lover but she knew it was of no use. Reece was feeling left out and Faith wasn't helping any by telling her that there was nothing she could do.
"I can go find the guy, Faith. I can break his legs."
"Honey, as sweet as that is, I have to do this my way. Ok? I really am sorry about this."
"But today was supposed to be our day, can't this wait? The pictures are still going to be all over the place regardless of what you do now."
"Reece, baby, I'm not in the mood for that anymore. Can we just wait til later?"
"Not in the mood? Fine. I have to go to work anyway."
Faith blew out an exasperated breath. Well that was an unfortunate choice of words wasn't it?
"Honey, I didn't mean that how it sounded.. I want you all the time. It's just not what we should be doing right this second. I still have to call Charles and I have no idea what he's going to do."
Reece paced the house for a while before finally changing her clothes and storming out the door in a fit of irrational jealousy.
That went well.
Faith decided the best thing to do was to let her lover blow off some steam and went back to her phone calls.
I'll make it up to her tomorrow.
Reece stomped through her club with a sneer and loudly slammed the door to her office. Sam sat on a barstool and shrugged at Christina's look of confusion.
"Jeez, Sarge, what the hell was that all about?"
"Beats me. You get used to it though." She accepted the soda and winked. "Used to be when she was like that, some poor girl was going to get the stuffing fucked outta her, but now, I have no idea."
"Yeah? I mean, how awful." The bartender feigned a sad look and Sam shook her head.
"Don't go getting any ideas." she warned. "Reece will chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat."
Yeah, now that Blondie is around. Chris grimaced.
"Oh Sarge, I had no such thought. In fact, now that you mention it, maybe she could use a drink.. loosen her up a bit. She looked rather tense."
"You just never mind Reece. Leave her be if you know what's good for you." Sam finished her drink and dropped two bucks on the bar. "Thanks. Now you listen to me, Christina, no funny stuff. I love that woman and I'll protect her fiercely."
"I know you would. Don't worry, Sarge."
The minute the bouncer disappeared from view, Chris grabbed the other bartender and held her stomach.
"Oh I got terrible cramps.. cover for me while I lay down in the dressing room?" "You want some meds? I got prescriptions that will fix you right up."
"Nah, they don't work. I'll go lay down till it passes. Thanks."
The bartender made a good show of it as she headed for the dressing room, then veered towards the boss' office. She listened at the door but heard nothing. So she knocked.
"Go away!" Reece yelled.
"I really need to talk to you."
"Who the hell is that?" The club owner opened the door to find the last person she wanted to see.
"I saw you go by before and you looked so angry. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, go away."
"Aw Reece, you don't mean that. I'm sure you need to relax?" she said this as she brushed passed the tall woman and sat on the desk.
"What do you think you're doing?" Reece looked at her with confusion.
"Come on, get over here." she patted the space on the desk between her legs. "Let me rub your shoulders."
"You'll do no such thing." The club owner sat in her chair and used her feet to push the bartender off her desk.
"Well if that's what you want, I'll come there."
Reece watched with shock as the woman walked behind her. She jumped when Chris picked her hair up off of her neck, and yet she didn't stop her.
"There, easy access." The bartender began kneading Reece's shoulders. She closed her eyes as she felt along the tops of the muscular arms.
Despite her best efforts to hate the sensation, Reece grunted.
"Put your head down and your arms out in front of you, boss, you'll love this."
For some twisted reason Reece could not come up with, she obeyed and let the woman rub her back.
"Yeah, that's better, huh?" Chris was melting into Reece's back. This was closer than she ever thought she'd get to the woman.
Reece groaned in pure delight. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the feeling.
Chris worked her way lower and when she pressed into the tall woman's spine, the brunette moaned loudly.
Reece opened her eyes when she heard herself make such a sound. What the hell am I doing? She started to sit up.
"Shh, now, boss, you're not doing anything wrong." The bartender was breathing heavier and she slid her hands under Reece's shirt and felt the heat of her skin.
The tall woman heard herself make another sound, just as loud as the last one, when Chris's fingers dug into her tight lower back muscles.
"Oh, Reece.. what could possibly make you so uptight?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." She mumbled into her desk.
"Aw, don't wanna talk about it? That's ok, just let Christina rub it for you."
Reece grunted her approval as the stress melted away.
"You are so perfect, Reece. You know, if I was your girlfriend, I'd take care of you like this every day."
"I bet you would."
"And I'd never do anything to make you feel like you did when you walked in here."
"Not her fault."
"Oh that feels good, huh?"
Chris had her hands under Reece's shirt and down her sleeves, kneading and rubbing her biceps. When the tall woman groaned, she slid them up and underneath, massaging her ribs.
Reece moaned again.
Christina slid her hand up to Reece's breast and shrieked with pain as her hand was suddenly in a vice grip.
The tall woman stood up and twisted the bartender's hand behind her back, pushing her face against the wall.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?" Reece whispered dangerously low into Chris's ear.
"Yeah, you mind telling me why I saw you trying to seduce the boss?"
"Cori. I've never been happier to see you." Reece nodded and smiled.
"Thanks, boss. So, Christina, what would you like me to tell Faith?"
The bartender yelped in pain as her face was pushed harder into the wall.
"Reece, she can't talk if she's unconscious. Let up a bit."
"You saw what she did."
"It's not like you don't have a reputation, Reece. Let up, she was just trying, she didn't succeed."
"I would have if she wasn't with that tramp."
Christina felt the blow to the head and decided it was a lot less painful than she would have thought. Then she passed out.
"Ow! I think I broke my hand!"
"Well why'd you go and hit her for?"
"That's my best friend she slandered."
Reece chuckled as she lifted the unconscious bartender over her shoulder.
"Oh, you know, my back feels great. She's not half bad." She squatted a few times to prove her point.
"Yeah well, it looked like you were having a hell of a time."
"Hey, I knew what she was up to from the get-go" The club owner said defensively.
"Sure you did."
"But let's not mention this to Faith anyway. You know how she is." Reece added nervously.
The dancer rolled her eyes and followed the boss to the dressing room where they left Chris.
Back in the office, Cori told Reece how bad Faith felt about what had happened that day.
"Does she tell you everything?" Reece sounded annoyed.
"Nah, just the juicy stuff." She joked.
"I'm not mad at her."
"She knows that, Reece. In fact, she says she wants you to call her right now."
"Yeah." Cori wiggled her eyebrows. "She said something about a surprise?"
"Yes, boss." she smirked and closed the door behind her.
Reece dialed the phone in record time.
"What about the one from the video cabinet?" Faith's voice drifted over the phone.
"Which one was that?" Reece closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch.
"The one I'm rubbing on myself right now."
"Lucky. His name is Lucky." Reece felt her pulse jump.
"Hmm, it'll do. When are you coming home?"
"In three minutes?"
"I have a meeting with the producer. He's probably going to fire me repeatedly."
"Can he do that? What about your contract?"
"He just likes to say it. Makes him hard I think."
"I'll break his legs too."
"Funny you should mention that. The girls and I think he took the pictures. We also think he's the one who saw me leaving the club."
"I'll break his nuts then."
"No need. We're going to sic Jayme on him. He won't have a chance."
"When will I see you?" Reece sounded sad.
"Oh honey, I'll be home when you get here. You be sure to be ready for me. I want to pick up where we left off."
"Oh yeah, I'll be there. Leave Lucky out."
"No. I want you to make me come with your hands. You and nothing else."
Reece groaned loudly into the phone. Faith shivered.
"I better go before I christen Lucky. I love you."
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