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Keeping Faith, Part 5
Dressed in her signature tuxedo, Reece sat on her usual barstool lost in thought. The music pounded in the background, the patrons vied for a spot at the bar around her and the bartender was doing fancy bottle tricks for tips. Reece wasn't interested. With visions of Faith twirling around in her shiny, new, purple garters swimming in her head, the club owner sat motionless, a sexy grin on her face.
"You like?" The actress purred, running her hands up the front of her silk covered body.
Reece lounged on the big bed, eyes riveted on her sexy wife. "Bring that over here and I'll show you how much."
Faith crawled onto the bed between Reece's open legs, head thrown back, eyes closed, swaying to a beat only she could hear.
Reece growled and reached out for the seductress. Faith backed away. "Uh, uh... your teeth, remember?"
Reece got up on all fours and approached her teasing lover. "Ah, but you didn't say where I could use my teeth did you."
"Hey boss lady, what's hangin'?"
Reece's head snapped up and she growled again, but this time it meant an entirely different thing.
Cori snickered. "Oooo, bust a good thought bubble did I?"
The club owner rolled her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be dancing naked somewhere?"
The dancer stretched her arms out and posed. "Just finished. Note the fine sheen of sweat on my glistening body."
"Lovely." Reece averted her eyes to the television over the bar, suddenly straightening up with great interest.
Cori followed her friend's line of vision and her eyes went wide. They both watched, totally rapt, as Shakira writhed around half-naked, gyrating and humping.
Reece, suddenly feeling shocked, was the first to blink. "For shit sakes! She's inhuman!"
Cori turned her back to the bar. "If the thought police were here, they'd wash my brain out with Ajax." She began laughing at Reece's expression. "It's alright Reece, it's supposed to make you hot."
The club owner nodded enthusiastically in agreement and sighed, signaling the bartender for a drink.
Cori pointed at the stage, "Hey! The new girl is gonna dance in a minute! Wanna throw ice at her with me?"
Reece snickered. "Be nice Cori, you were new once too."
"Yeah, and they put the ice in my bra and tipped me with Monopoly money." The dancer said with narrowed eyes. "Come to think of it, you were the only one who tipped me with a real 5."
Reece ducked her head to the side and shrugged. "You were new."
Cori smiled and suddenly hugged the tall woman. "Awww, you knew they would treat me bad. My hero."
"Cut it out!" Reece shook the dancer loose and stood up. "I need to go to my office." She snatched her drink and walked away.
Cori smiled long after she left. Reece never could accept that kind of attention, but Cori knew she deserved it. Funny thing was, Reece didn't think so.
In the semi-silence of her office, the club owner sat back in her desk chair and put her feet on the desk. She twirled the straw in her drink absently as she thought about the near future with Faith. There was nobody more proud of, or happier for Faith right now. However, Reece knew these next long months were going to be hell to endure. Not one for constant attention, and certainly not needy, Reece was endlessly puzzled by her behavior when it came to Faith. She was intelligent, and knew Faith, justifiably, will be totally buried in this movie, but when she thought about being home all those days without her wife, she felt jealous. The tall woman blew out a frustrated breath and swigged her drink. Why should I feel like that? Faith loves me, she isn't jealous of my job and shit, she has so many more reasons to be jealous of mine than I do of hers.
Reece sat motionless for a while, trying to make sense of her unusual emotional insecurities. This kind of stuff was new to her, and she didn't really like how it made her feel.
I am not needy, I can do just fine when Faith is at work. What do I expect? She can't sit around the house every fucking day without going crazy. Although, that doesn't sound half-bad. No big parties, no photographers chasing us everywhere we go. What the hell am I saying? Shut up. Just shut up. This is Faith's dream and I have no right to feel this way. She never says a word about my line of work, and she could have plenty to say. I'd blow a vein if she was around even one naked woman. She's an actress, I love her and I will deal with it.
Having made a final decision, the club owner stuck out her chin in defiance of the jealousy. She marched right out into the club and decided there was nothing wrong with watching Cori throw ice at the new girl as long as she pretended not to see it.
Faith sat back in the couch and blinked rapidly in disbelief. Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry at what she had just read. She threw the script angrily onto the coffee table and held her head in her hands. "How the hell am I going to do this?" She stood and began pacing, her nerves frazzled, her head swimming. "What am I going to do? How do I tell Reece?" Holding her hand to her forehead, she stopped pacing and stared at the script. "I mean, I guess I knew it would happen... it is a lesbian movie but.... " Her hand traveled slowly down over her face until it covered her mouth. Wide eyed she flopped back down on the couch. "Oh my god... this is bad."
Cori closed her locker and started to leave when she noticed several messages on her cell phone, all from Faith. She immediately called back, knowing exactly what it was about.
Faith sounded very tense with just one word. "Scene 93, huh?"
Faith blew out a loud breath. "Oh shit Cori! What am I going to do?"
"Well, according to the script, a whole lotta lovin'."
"Gee, thanks friend." The actress rolled her eyes. "How much of it did you read?"
"Honestly, I just skimmed it really, but I saw enough to know you'll be knockin' boots."
"God! Cori! You should see what I have to do! First of all, I'm topless... second of all, they want all sorts of artsy camera angles and weird shots of me having an orgasm! CORI! That's like 5 takes of me faking an orgasm topless! Can you believe the direction actually says "perky nipples?" That means there will be ice involved. I've heard the stories... FUCK!"
Cori winced with every word. "Oh honey..." She really didn't know what to say, this was an independent lesbian film. There was bound to be action in it. "Do you know who plays the other chick?"
"Sorry, just thought I'd lighten the mood."
Faith was panicked. "What am I going to tell Reece?"
"What can you tell her? Tell her exactly what she needs to know."
"Needs to know? Damn! She's not going to like this one bit. She's gonna freak!"
"Maybe, but she'll have to come to her senses. It's just acting." Cori didn't even believe the crap she was saying. Who was she kidding? Reece will have a fit to end all fits, probably destroy everything in sight, have a stroke, then kill everything with tits on the movie set.
"Cori, this is Reece we're talking about, not Ghandi. She will not be sensible and peaceful. She's gonna lose it and you know it."
"No, you look! I'm scared!"
Cori's eyes widened. "Of Reece? Faith, she'd never hurt you."
"No, not that... I don't think I can do this."
"It's just acting, Faith. You're not actually having sex with the woman, and besides, I'm sure you can talk to the director about the content."
"Yeah, I suppose I can."
"Sure," Cori continued, "they wrote the part for you, you have to have some say."
"But Cor, what if they won't change it? Maybe I should just forget it. Maybe I should just forget acting altogether. Reece is going to have a major coronary. It may not be worth it."
"Faith Ashford! You did not give up the life of fucking Riley to live in a rat infested, piss smelling tenement to follow a dream, only to throw it away because you think Reece will be unreasonable! Now you stop that shit and stop it now!"
Reece popped her head into the dressing room. "Freak, I'm locking up, light a fire under it will ya?"
Cori glared at Reece.
"Fine, have it your way." Reece shrugged and walked away.
"Faith, listen, Reece is leaving now. Promise me you'll talk to her when she gets home."
"Okay. I will."
"Good, now I love you, but your lovely, understanding wife is going to lock me in to starve all night if I don't go now."
Reece threw a leg over her Harley and started it up. With a mischievous smile, she revved it several times, delighting in the multitude of car alarms the sound set off. Pepe, the garage attendant shook his head after the initial fright, and began the task of gathering keys from the hooks. Every so often, the tall, sexy, club owner would be in a mood and there was nothing he could do about it. Not only was she a great customer and a fabulous tipper, he was a bit afraid of her.
Reece waved and laughed at Pepe as he scrambled all around the garage pressing keychains, shutting off some and setting off new alarms. She was in a playful mood for a change, and even if it lasted one split second, she took advantage of it the best she could at 4 A.M. She leaned back and wished she felt Faith behind her. She had an urge to just take off, to the country, just the two of them and leave reality behind. Already anticipating being left alone while Faith films, Reece was feeling selfish and wanted to steal Faith away. Knowing she couldn't, gave her a twinge of jealousy, but so far, for now, it made her want to be with Faith more and more while she had the chance instead of becoming angry at her. Needing her wife right now, Reece revved the engine once more before peeling out of the garage.
Faith heard the big Harley turn the corner and she became even more worried than she was before. She tried convincing herself that Reece was sure to be tired, and not in the mood to talk when she got home but that excuse didn't fly. If anything, Reece usually turned on the TV and raided the fridge when she got home. The bike went silent and Faith swallowed hard. Here goes nothing.
Reece thought about Faith the entire way home, and was hoping her wife would be awake. Noticing the light on in the window she excitedly opened the door and was even more pleased to see Faith standing there at the door. "You're up." she said with a smile.
"Yeah." Faith cracked half a smile back. "So, how was work?" she asked nervously.
Reece eyed Faith in her sleep clothes and grinned wolfishly. "Work was fine, but that's not what I want to talk about." She advanced on Faith until she backed her against the arm of the couch.
Reece covered Faith's lips with her own and wrapped a supportive arm behind her back. "Mmm, I've been waiting all night for this."
Faith couldn't help but feel the effects of such a kiss, but she still needed to talk. "Uhm, baby..."
"Shhh," Reece kissed her wife thoroughly and deeply, lifting her up and laying her on the couch. She kicked off her boots and crawled on top of her. "I want you."
Faith closed her eyes and ran her hands up and down Reece's hard body and groaned. "But I want to tell you..."
Reece nipped a full lip. "Kiss now, talk later."
Faith's entire body melted into the couch as Reece began a devastating oral attack. Fuck it... it can wait.
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