Reece's Faith, Part 4
For Disclaimers please see Part 1
Faith was lost in thought. Here she was, with a great part on one of the most popular TV shows, and she was miserable. Why? Because Reece is miserable, that's why. She sighed sadly. It's just a show... Why is she reacting like this?
"Excuse me, Miss Big Bad Wolf, could you stop huffing and puffing? You're blowing all the powder off the brush."
John, the makeup artist, had just spent 15 minutes covering her hickeys, and just had to comment.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just thinking." Faith sighed heavily again, this time through her nose.
"Well then, could you not think so hard?" Finding yet another little bruise he sighed himself. "So Louise, how long have you been together?"
"Almost 5 months. Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because I call all the men Mary." He covered the last mark with a flourish. "Aaaanyways, you can tell Mr. Wonderful that pissing on his property like a dog is quite the neon sign of insecurity." He lifted her chin to survey his work.
Faith paled slightly.
"Gorgeous! I'm just guessing here, but I think someone's been having a lover's spat? You know, I can see how he would be bothered by you kissing another man, any normal person would. You are stunning."
She got a little nauseous. Normal? Reece?
"If I were into women, HA! you get it?" Slightly indignant at the lack of response, he continued anyway. "Hokaaay, like I said, If I were into women, which thank god I'm not, I can't figure you out anyway, and I mean that 'you' collectively.."
"John, I'm getting old."
"Righty then, I'd be following you around all day."
Oh god.. I'm such a moron! She jumped up from the chair. "I gotta go make a phone call!"
"Women." John rolled his eyes.
Reece sat behind her desk with her head thrown back over the top of the chair. She had been in this position for nearly an hour and it was making her scalp feel funny and her lips numb. She groaned out loud, making the poor auditor even more uncomfortable than he already was. The lightheadedness was much better than looking at Roy's latest distraction sitting across from her, so she spun the chair around a few hundred times. Fuck Roy and his rat- infested Playhouse! If it weren't for that dickless shit head, I'd be....what? I'd be stalking Faith and I know it. She stopped spinning. Why does she have to kiss this Jim guy? What if she likes it? Man, and they gotta lay all over each other in bed too. On freaking TV! God, if that Jim gets the slightest woody.. heh. Why shouldn't he? He better get a fucking hard on if he knows what's good for him. Reece's eyebrows met in a frown. What the hell am I saying?!? I gotta calm down. As soon as this moron leaves I'll go speak to ole Jim boy and make sure he keeps that tongue where it belongs. Fucking Roy! I have every right to march right over there and...
Reece just grunted from her current position.
"I was saying, It seems that these books are fine. You keep impeccable records. You run a tight business, ma'am."
Reece didn't move but held up a hand to point at the man. "Thanks. Don't ever call me ma'am again. K?"
He looked at the strange woman, who appeared headless for most of this session. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy. You can go now."
"Um, ok. Well, I suspect you have other things to do...Thank you for your time, Ms. Corbett."
Reece's hand just made shooing motions.
The auditor was met by Sarge and escorted quickly through the club. He was glad to be out of there to escape the pounding music but also the odd woman who made him feel more uncomfortable than the dildo standing on her desk. God, she was wierd.
The phone rang, making Reece jump up and giving her a good case of vertigo."Fuck!"
"What?!" she yelled into the receiver. There was a long pause.
Reece sat straight up in her chair. "Faith?"
"Yeah." There was awkward silence.
"Are you ok? What's wrong?"
"I just called to tell you that I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about your feelings, Reece..." she paused to place the words in order. "This must be hard on you, you must feel, um, .."
"Sick? Left out? Jealous? Frustrated? Angry?" The words left Reece's mouth like rapid gunfire.
"Whoa baby.. yeah. But I wanted you to know, I love you, ok?"
"Someone is tasting your mouth Faith.. don't you get it?"
"I'll eat an onion if it will make you feel better."
"No. Not at all. I don't like the idea of this one fucking bit... I don't share my things.." Oh crap.
"Wait just a minute. Reece, you do not own me, and I don't like being referred to as property," she said with controlled anger.
"I didn't mean it to sound like that.. really. It just fell out." She ran her hand through her hair in frustration.
"Well? What did you mean?"
"I just hate this. I'm so happy for you, and at the same time...I don't know what to say without making you angry. I don't want his or anyone else's lips touching you but mine." The last part was a whispered admission.
"Can we talk about this when I get home? I'm not angry with you baby. I know you're happy for me, but I also know how upset this makes you feel."
"Can you make believe it's me you're kissing?"
"Are you sure that's what you want? That could get dangerous." She chuckled nervously. "Besides, I'd know your lips anywhere." she stated confidently.
"On second thought, make believe it's Pepe."
They both chuckled at that.
"I gotta go, they're calling me to the set."
"Soo, then, this is it?" Reece sounded crestfallen.
"Um, yeah, it is. I love you Reece."
"Me too Faith."
"I always know."
The tall woman stretched herself out on the couch.
Ok, it's just a job. Like Cori said, they did way more up on that stage than she'll be doing with him. But she never kissed Cori. The tension headache came back. Reece rubbed her temples. She got up and cleared off her desk, sticking the dildo back in her coat pocket. The only reason it had been on the desk in the first place was because that had been the last place she'd used it. An evil grin graced her lips as she thought about that particular time. She'd know my lips anywhere huh? Another wider grin spread on her face.
After shooting the first half of the scene, there was a disagreement over lighting and everyone took a break. The writers were called onto one of the empty sets for an impromptu meeting by one of the producers. The head writer, Jayme, wasn't at all happy with this and voiced her displeasure loudly.
"There had better be a good reason for this!" She glared at the producer, Charles.
"Oh yeah, trust me. Is everybody here?" He smiled like a three-year-old with a secret.
"Good, if I miss one more week of Nikita, someone's gonna get hurt." Jayme added. The scary thing was, she was serious.
"OK, it seems we have a bit of a problem. Our Judith has a very unusual way of spending her free time."
All heads snapped in his direction.
"And..." the head writer prompted with a hand gesture.
"And... it's a strip joint." he added with a grin.
Nobody seemed fazed. This was NewYork.
"A TITTY club.." he clarifed.
There was a collective "Oh" and Jayme was the first to speak up.
"Who the hell cares? Maybe a friend works there, her sister... fuck, maybe she owns the joint! Wait a minute, how do you know anyway?".
Charles ignored the question. "Or, maybe she's queer. Did you think of that? We don't need any extra shit..especially from a newcomer."
"Of all the homophobic... What shit? She's boffing Jim tonight. It'll air in a few weeks." Jayme, was at the door, ready to leave.
"What I figured..." Charles suggested "is that we make her the campus floozy. Ya know, a new male interest every few weeks?"
"This is insane. The girl could have had to take a leak and walked in there for all you know. You guys figure it out."
Jayme was outta there. "Alright people! Lets get moving! I want to be home by ten!" Campus floozy indeed. I gotta talk to this girl before we lose her. "Um, Faith? Can you come here a sec?"
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