CHARACTER DISCLAIMER:
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.

LOVE/SEX WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
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.

Authors note: I want to take a second to thank those of you who poked and prodded me to write this sequel. I wasn't nearly done with these ladies. My list buds, who let me use their names in vain. :-)

Author's other note: Thank you's, applause and lotsa double fudge brownies to Stacia, Complx and Geebs for helping the girls to speak with proper grammar and punctuation. And to Rachel for her endless inspiration.

Reece's Faith

Chapters 55 - 65

Faith wiggled uncomfortably in the back seat of the big black car, earning the occasional glance in the mirror from the driver. She couldn't help it. All that talking she did, stoked the embers that had been burning all day into a raging fire and she could not wait to get home to Reece... or The Animal, it really didn't matter to her any more. At this point, Animal be damned, she needed relief!

That last growl did it. Reece hadn't said a word during her last phone call, but the heavy, open mouthed breathing sounds spoke volumes to the actress. By the end of that particular call, Reece was growling and Faith was flushed. It was hours ago and it distracted the actress so much she kept flubbing her lines and everyone was ticked at her. God, but that growl! she thought with another squirm and a groan.

"I was just wondering if you were ill. You're making some awful noises. Shall I pull over?" he asked with concern as she began to turn a bit pink.

Feeling embarrassed for her behavior, the actress apologized and tried to hold a decent conversation until she arrived home.

Reece paced the first floor of the house, detouring to the window every few trips to look out at the dark, quiet street. Her boots made the only sound in the house, falling heavily on the wooden floors. "Where the hell is she?" she muttered as she dropped the mini blinds back into place.

Reece was jumpy, highly aroused, frustrated and getting more edgy by the second. She was more than ready for Faith, her desire was running rampant. Her head was filled with graphic details... sights, tastes and smells and it was the actress who put them there. Her ears picked up a sound and she fairly dove for the window. "It's about fucking time!" she growled as she watched the actress bound up the stairs.

Faith fumbled for her keys in vain, as the door flew open and she was practically dragged over the threshold. She flinched as the door was kicked closed and she dropped her keys with a loud clang. Securely squished between Reece and the wall, Faith finally took a breath. The overwhelming scent of leather made her exhale broken up and shaky. One strong hand held her arms high over her head as the other began to tear off her clothes. There was hot breath in her ear coming in short, moist spurts and Faith heard herself whimper. A faint ripping sound followed by a low groan made the actress' knees weak. The large hand was attempting to hold all of her ass in its grasp, groping and squeezing relentlessly. Reece suddenly dug her nails into the sensitive flesh of Faith's inner thigh and the actress gasped and jerked her hips. Reece filed that reaction away for later. Faith squealed in delight as sharp teeth met the sensitive skin of her throat. "Yes! Harder!" she urged.

As quick as a blink, the hand that was on her ass had its fingers in her mouth, pulling her lower jaw ever so slightly. Faith blinked in surprise. Reece moved her mouth from throat to ear and spoke in a low sultry whisper. "Oh, no. No more talking from you, young lady. I think you've done enough of that for today."

Faith did the one thing she shouldn't, she caressed the talented fingers with her tongue and raised her eyebrows slightly, head cocked in question. A defiant gesture that she knew would bring on the reaction she craved.

"Oh, you wanna play games, do you?" Reece asked, sliding her wet fingers to hold Faith's raised chin in place.

Faith raised one eyebrow higher and a slow grin spread across her lips as she finally took in the tight vest her lover was wearing.

Reece saw exactly where Faith's gaze landed and she took a deep breath to emphasize the area. Faith's face was heading for her cleavage and, although it took most of her control, Reece held her chin in place tightly. She narrowed her eyes and straightened up. Releasing Faith's arms, she wrapped her own around the actress and hoisted her up over her shoulder. "Fine, then we play by my rules," Reece replied with an evil chuckle.

Faith's heart beat wildly; this was what she had been waiting for all day. From her perch, the actress could see Reece's sexy denim-clad butt and her boots. She ran her hands up the muscular back, felt the thin covering of leather and shivered slightly. She remembered the boots... she thought briefly as she was deposited on the kitchen table. Hands were all over her and she was stripped to her panties in mere seconds.

Faith took in the breathtaking sight that stood before her. "God, Reece, you're fucking gorgeous!" she breathed in amazement.

The club owner was startled for a moment and actually nodded her thanks. Recovering quickly, she leered at her almost naked lover. "Turn over and hold on to the table."

Faith saw Reece's eyes flash with excitement and her belly flip-flopped. She took one last look to memorize the view and did as she as she was told. She was face down on the table and her already stiff nipples turned into painful knots against the cold, hard surface. She closed her eyes and imagined what Reece looked like at this moment, standing in all her triumph behind her prone body. She could still see her breasts straining against the leather vest and a small groan escaped her. She felt her legs being brought together and she was pulled along the surface of the table until her ass was just at the edge. The feel of soft, worn denim on the back of her thighs made her squirm as Reece leaned over her. The warmth from her lover's legs excited her more. She opened her eyes and saw a strong hand leaning on the table by her face, just above her shoulder. She turned her head and there was the other one, the pinkie twitched a few times as she heard Reece breathe erratically in her struggle to maintain control. Faith smiled to herself and wiggled her ass into Reece's crotch.

The club owner growled as Faith's butt pressed up into her. The urge to open her legs and ride that ass nearly overwhelmed her, she was that horny, but she had an agenda, one that Faith would remember for a long time. She felt her hands twitch as they ached to touch the flesh laid out under her, but Reece needed to ground herself. She wanted this and Faith wanted this, but there had to be control. She needed to show them both that The Animal was capable of this. Not frantic, aggressive coupling, no haste and urgency. The Animal was capable of much more and Faith was the one to prove that. Reece just needed to take a breath.

Faith had a very good idea what was going on behind her as she watched the strong fingers jump in anticipation. She so desperately wanted to poke out her tongue and taste one, or two, but she knew Reece had to go at her own pace. But, god, she wanted this badly. Faith knew only one thing that may ease Reece's mind. "I love you for this, Reece."

The words made a direct hit and the club owner lowered her body closer to Faith's, but not all the way down. "And I love you, too," she whispered before she placed a gentle kiss on Faith's temple, "but enough of that. Pay back time, baby."

The actress breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the confidence of Reece's tone. She could feel the heat emanating off of Reece's torso and the now steady breaths fall across he back of her neck. It was driving her crazy to have Reece this close and not feel her or see her. She inhaled deeply and took comfort in the smells -- Reece's body, leather and a faint touch of alcohol. It made her shiver.

"Your body is talking to me." Reece touched Faith from shoulder to shoulder, pressing down slightly, not at all teasingly. "You've been waiting to feel me on top of you all day."

Faith breathed out a sigh as she nodded. She was going to answer but remembered Reece told her not to talk. That warm hand was wreaking havoc with her senses, moving confidently, possessively down her back. She opened her eyes again and stared at the hand by her face. The veins were standing out with the stress Reece was placing on it. Faith wanted to trace them with her tongue, feel the blood rushing through them, the sustenance that powered her strong lover. A groan escaped her as Reece's other hand slipped between their lower bodies and under her panties.

Just like that, the hand was gone and Faith heard Reece sucking her fingers. She squeezed her inner muscles, making her ass cheeks flex tightly as she pictured everything she heard.

The club owner smirked at the movement; she knew what she was doing. She placed her hand back on the table, leaned down as close as she could without touching Faith and licked the back of her neck. In doing, so her breasts weighed heavily against the leather vest and her nipples became painfully hard. She groaned quietly and brushed her chest against Faith's back and the smaller woman arched dramatically, giving Reece prolonged, much needed contact. She jerked her hips reflexively into the ass beneath her and was surprised to hear such an animalistic sound rumbling from her lover.

Faith startled herself with the growl, but, for a moment, she had what she wanted and couldn't control herself. She could smell herself on Reece's fingers. The anticipation of it all made her skin burn where Reece touched her.

All at once, there was no contact from her tall lover and Faith shivered from the sudden chill. She heard the snaps pop open on the leather vest and she tensed even tighter, waiting to feel Reece's breasts touch her skin. Instead, she felt hands slide her underwear off and spread her legs wide open, displaying herself for her lover. The leather vest dangled in front of her face and Faith swallowed hard.

"You should see my tits, Faith. They're so ready for you. I bet you'd love to feel them."

The vest fell to the floor and Faith closed her eyes, imagining those beautiful breasts. Reece grunted and Faith whimpered. Reece only grunted in that particular way when her nipples were pinched. Faith knew now that she was being given a taste of her own medicine as Reece planned to torture her exactly like she had done to her all day.

"My nipples are so hard, I can't help but touch them. It feels so good. I can feel it in my clit," she grunted again. "They're so red now."

Reece's voice was sexy and low; Faith could feel herself swell and she knew Reece could see it if she looked. That aroused her even more.

Reece was suddenly standing in front of her and Faith struggled not to jump on top of her topless lover. She strained her neck to see all the way up to Reece's face.

The club owner knelt down to eye level with the panting actress, her right hand never leaving her tits. She closed her eyes and hummed, pinching her nipple in front of Faith's flushed face. "You want to do this, don't you? You thought you'd get this if you talked dirty to me all day, didn't you?" Reece licked her own nipple and Faith felt herself get soaked. The crouching temptress chuckled at the actress's pained expression. "Now you have to listen to me." Reece held Faith's panties in front of her face and sniffed them deeply. "These smell so good. You've been wet all day, haven't you?"

Faith's eyes narrowed as she watched Reece bring the crotch of her wet panties to her face and lick it. The actress jerked as she thought she felt that wet pink tongue caress her between her legs.

"God, this tastes so... mmm. You taste delicious, Faith," Reece punctuated that sentence with another lick and a serious nipple twist. After a long, self-induced groan, she stood up and disappeared behind Faith and the actress whined loudly.

Faith was dizzy from her arousal. Reece was working her into a frenzy and she hadn't even begun to touch her yet. She inhaled as she felt Reece step between her open legs, but that was all she felt. She listened carefully and heard Reece's breathing get louder, then a small moan.

"I'm driving myself crazy looking at your open pussy and playing with my tits. I can see you getting wetter."

The hitch in Reece's voice told her that her lover was telling the truth. A wave or desire shot to her center as she imagined what Reece looked like touching her tits. Faith squirmed on the table, her sweaty body sticking to the shiny surface. She wanted Reece to touch her so badly.

"I know what you want, baby, you want me to stick my face between your legs and lick you like I did your tasty panties. You want me to bury my tongue inside you so deeply that I can't breathe," Reece panted slightly, turning herself on more with every word.

Faith nodded rapidly. She lifted her ass and swayed her hips in hopes of feeling something, anything touch her. Her glistening sex, swollen and begging, danced around in front of the tall woman.

Reece stopped touching herself when she saw this. She'd never come from simply touching her tits, but, in this case, she feared she might. She needed to get a grip. Licking her dry lips, she thought of just the thing to do.

"AH!" Faith cried out and arched, slamming her pelvis into the table as Reece's nails suddenly dug into her shoulders. She hissed the entire time as they traveled down her back.

"Such pretty pink lines, Faith. You should see them," Reece traced a scratch with her fingertip. "Oh, yeah."

Faith could hear the arousal dripping off of each word. She screamed through clenched teeth and hissed again as the nails retraced their path.

"Oh, now that's a nice red. Perhaps this one may bleed," she said as she suddenly traced her tongue down the burning welt.

"Oh, god, Reece!" Faith sputtered twisting around under the assault. It felt terribly painful but in a very good way. She got wetter.

Reece pressed her crotch into Faith, hard enough to feel her jeans get damp with Faith's juices. "You can't believe how wet I am right now," Reece pushed forward until Faith's grip on the table was threatened. "Ooo... yeah, I'm dripping."

Reece growled the last two words and Faith felt like she may explode. She nearly did when suddenly the denim was gone and fingers explored between her legs. "Shit..." she whispered.

Faith heard the sucking sounds again along with the sound of a zipper. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to ignore the arousing, burning sensation on her back, instead picturing Reece sliding out of her jeans. This image caused burning sensations elsewhere and she moaned.

Faith nodded and twisted her neck to try and catch a glimpse of her naked lover. Instead, Reece's jeans landed on her face, inside out and crotch first. She inhaled deeply. Reece wasn't kidding around. She was soaked and Faith ate up the scent as if she needed it to survive.

"Does it smell good?" Reece pressed the material into Faith's face and she could feel her nodding. "I'm not wearing underwear. You made me so hot, I rubbed myself into these pants all day." Faith whimpered. "Yeah, you missed that, poor baby. Maybe you'd like to see that now?"

Before Faith could answer, the nails were back. "Oh, GOD!" she writhed under the attack and thought she may faint with the pain and pleasure.

Faith heard the tinkling sound and tensed as tight as she'd ever been in her life.

Reece chuckled. The sight of her trembling lover stretched out on the table, bright red marks down the length of her back, sweat dribbling down the sides of her neck, gave her a rush like she'd never before felt with Faith.

"Jesus!" Faith yelled as the freezing wet fingers suddenly entered her steaming sex. "Reece!" she rooted her ass up and around as the fingers stayed firmly buried deeply inside.

"Did that cool you off?" she grinned against Faith's ear. "Sometimes, when my hands are really cold I like to touch myself," she groaned for emphasis. "My freezing fingers teasing my hard nipples," she removed her fingers and painted Faith's lips with her own arousal then held her chin, turning her face all the way to the side. "It makes me so wet, so hot."

Faith fell limp when Reece's lips covered her own, sucking and nibbling them, driving her even crazier with each suck. She moaned and twisted under the heavy body to no avail. One of Reece's hands found its way to Faith's ass and she squeezed it roughly, grunting into her frenzied kiss. Faith's head fell back to the table when Reece let go of her chin. She groaned at the loss of lip contact, it was the first kiss she had gotten and she hoped it wouldn't be the last. This was much more than she asked for or hoped for tonight. This was every bit The Animal and she sucked it all up, but this was a different Animal and she had a feeling she'd be seeing a lot more of this one if she had anything to say about it. A guttural moan broke through her thoughts.

After some hesitation, Reece replied. "No," she said, much more controlled than a second ago. "I'm gonna come on your ass like you did to me."

"FUCK!" The nails were back with a vengeance and they went all the way down to the backs of her thighs. "Oh... oh... oh..." Faith whimpered continuously.

"Oh yeah, now that's pretty. Little pink trails all over your sexy, fuckable ass," Reece purred setting Faith's sex on fire.

The actress hissed loudly as the nails traveled back up to the small of her back and then down again.

"Very pretty," Reece slipped a hand between Faith's legs, "and I see you don't mind a bit."

Reece straddled Faith's right leg and pressed her sex into the ass cheek, groaning in pleasure as she made contact with the slick skin. "Yeah, that feels incredible. I can... see the attraction, Faith." Reece faltered as Faith flexed her muscles.

The actress's knuckles were white and she could hardly feel her fingers. She was afraid if she let go, Reece would stop and that would kill her. "Reece? My fingers hurt..." she whispered.

Instantly, larger hands covered her own and peeled her fingers away. Reece stretched her arms on top of Faith's and lay her upper body down on top of her. Faith felt incredible with Reece on top of her, just as she always did. She moaned and grit her teeth as Reece's sweat stung her scratched back. Her lover's nipples were hard, very hard and she could feel their stiffness digging into her body.

"Better?" she whispered into Faith's ear, reveling in the shiver that shook the body beneath hers.

Faith nodded, she couldn't speak because Reece started to grind herself into her ass cheek again. The amount of wetness surprised Faith, she hadn't remembered ever feeling Reece so drenched. Her mouth watered at the prospect of tasting such wetness, such abundant sweetness caused by her and for her alone.

Reece breathed directly into Faith's ear. The actress grunted as the heavy weight on top of her pressed her into the table. Faith felt strong fingers thread through hers and she closed her fingers around the longer ones, squeezing tightly. Reece continued to grind slowly into Faith, breathing quiet groans and grunts into her ear. The actress wanted nothing more than to have her gorgeous lover come this way, but her sex was throbbing, it was on fire and she felt the wet slickness she caused pool on the table under her body. This was torture and she had to do something.

Reece felt Faith trying to slide lower, attempting to make contact with her leg. The club owner stopped moving briefly to decide what to do. "You want me to touch you?"

Reece stood back up. "I'm still gonna fuck your ass Faith." She slid an arm beneath her lover and stomped a booted foot onto the table.

Faith turned her head and lifted her arm to see what that was. She was greeted by the view of Reece, naked except for the boot, her leg up on the table giving Faith a clear view of her spread sex.

"Oh god yes!" She breathed heavily as the arm underneath her pulled her lower, connecting her center with the leg still on the floor.

"Is this what you want?" Reece growled, leaning forward to resume her earlier activity.

"Mmm hmm," Faith nodded replacing her hand to the edge of the table, her free arm curling around her head. Reece's muscular thigh crushed into her wetness with a steady rhythm, she thought she would scream.

The actress clenched her head tighter and moved her face to the side, finding a spot of cold on the table on which to lay her hot cheek. She did feel Reece's clit; her entire focus was on that small bit of flesh as it rubbed up and down on her flexed ass. She remembered distinctly how it felt to ride her lover in this manner, seeing the tall woman at her mercy, stretched out underneath her as she took her pleasure. "Oh god, Reece... more!"

The club owner lifted herself up and braced her body on her left hand. The loss of her lover's weight made the smaller woman whimper. Seeing the hand so close to her face, Faith slid her head over and touched the thumb with her tongue. Reece lifted that digit and allowed the lips to envelop it. Faith swirled her tongue around it and sucked it deep into her mouth.

"Jesus, that's nice... I'm so close, baby..." Reece slid her free arm under her lover and lifted her ass higher, thrusting herself against it.

Faith took the tip of Reece's thumb between her teeth and worked her tongue back and forth across it. Reece jerked against her erratically and Faith groaned. "Yeah, baby, come on me..." she spoke around the finger in her mouth.

"God... what you're doing... your tongue..." Reece growled. "Feel me?" the club owner asked between pants.

"Yes..." Faith replied breathlessly. The velvety softness of Reece's skin, in contrast with the wet stickiness of her pubic hairs grinding against her ass, fuelled her fires impossibly high. She pushed her ass back harder into her lover's taut, trembling thigh muscle, her upturned ass fucking Reece's leg just as passionately as the club owner fucked her.

The tall woman's nostrils flared at the carnal sight before her. She'd done this many times before, but never did she feel this fevered burning inside that Faith's body was causing. An explosion was brewing in her sex and she was almost frightened by its intensity. Pulling her hand away from Faith's mouth, she gripped the actress's shoulder strongly, knowing that if she didn't, she would thrust the small woman off the table and into the wall. The feelings were so intense, there was no way she was going to be able to control herself when she blew... and she was going to blow... big time.

Faith's internal fire flamed higher, her painfully tight nipples sliding against the hard, sweat-slicked table. She needed, craved Reece's mouth on her body. As if reading her mind, the tall woman fell against her back, completely draped over her body, a hot wet mouth sucking the skin on her shoulder.

It was building, her clit was pulsating and her legs began to shake. Reece dropped down onto her lover heavily, her fingers digging into the actress's left shoulder. She was going to scream; her mouth found purchase on the salty, damp skin of Faith's right shoulder and she sucked the flesh in through her teeth. Faith writhed and bucked; the club owner grunted wordlessly as her sex ground harder. Oh god! she thought, as her mouth was full of Faith's delicious skin.

The actress whimpered continuously, somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if Reece was drawing blood with her mouth, her shoulder was on fire, it burned as hotly as her back. Her sex screamed as Reece's leg lost contact when the tall woman hunched against her ass desperately. The club owner released the suction of her lips and groaned hoarsely into her neck.

Faith braced herself, reaching up and gripping the edge of the table tightly. Reece covered that hand with her own and Faith felt her heart beating violently in anticipation. Reece sucked in a breath and held it, as her lower body took on a mind of its own. The shudders wracked through her frame and the breath she was holding came out in a long, deep groan. The tall woman's fingers squeezed the smaller hand in time with the orgasmic contractions, her pubic bone digging roughly into her ass cheek.

Faith grit her teeth against the onslaught of sensation. She could hardly breathe with the weight on her body. Reece was coming in a big way, twitching and jerking uncontrollably. The sounds she was making so close to her ear were making Faith shiver.

"Oh fuck... Faith..." Reece murmured into her lover's neck, her orgasm taking total control of her body.

"Yes, baby... come on my ass... yes!" Faith squeezed her eyes shut, picturing the way Reece looked on top of her, the muscles in her back, sweaty and glistening, her sexy ass jerking violently, fucking her. She felt her own clit contract in pleasure and an uncontrollable climax skittered through her body. "Shit, baby..."

Reece whimpered as her body started to slow down. She breathed in deeply and tried to lift her twitching sex off of Faith's ass but didn't have the strength. She groaned through an aftershock and foggily registered Faith's body tense up and shudder, so she moved her head, sucked the wet skin of her neck into her mouth and bit down.

The club owner lay there, on top of her lover, trying desperately to catch her breath. She knew she'd have to move her head out of Faith's neck in order to get fresh oxygen, but her body wouldn't respond. "Help me," she whispered hoarsely into Faith's ear.

Reece managed a chuckle through her dry throat. "You came, too," she said after licking her lips.

"Yeah, but it was a small one. I need more," Faith grinned into the table not having the desire to try and move.

"And I'd be happy to assist you, if I could bring myself to move." The club owner still needed to catch her breath.

"That was wild, Reece. It was... god, it just was," the actress sighed in contentment. She flexed her ass as she remembered and Reece growled in her ear.

"Oh, no, this time you're gonna work for it, Faith," Reece said with a smirk. "Just give me a minute."

Reece woke up from the sensation of a heavy weight on her chest. That can't be the little man, can it? She didn't remember falling asleep, but grinned when she did recall what made her so tired. Opening her eyes and looking down, she chuckled. Faith was sprawled out on top of her, arms and legs akimbo, her face nestled under the tall woman's chin. Reece wrapped an arm around her and the actress whined and flinched. The club owner craned her neck and spotted the bright red marks that covered her lover's body. Oh, fuck me! she frowned and removed her arm gently. That's gotta burn. I am so sorry, Faith. She blew down the sleeping woman's back and watched with a raised eyebrow as goose bumps broke out all over Faith's arms. Oh, you like that, huh? She blew again, aiming the cool stream of air at the scratch marks. Faith shivered this time and a small sound of pleasure escaped her lips. Reece smirked as she felt Faith's nipples harden against her chest. She blew again.

Faith lifted her head and gave Reece a suspicious look, then yawned widely. The club owner chuckled as she poked Faith in the open mouth. The actress narrowed her eyes and pretended to bite Reece's finger, but instead kissed it.

"I like all of your fingers, baby," Faith said before she braced her hands on Reece's shoulders and sat up, arching her back in a lengthy stretch. "Mmmmmm, yeah," she groaned, throwing her head back and rotating her neck. She let go of her lover's shoulders, lifted her arms up over and then behind her head.

Reece propped herself on her elbows and her mouth dropped open. That was the sexiest thing she had ever seen... or felt. When Faith arched her back, she pressed her sex into Reece's stomach and presented her tits, stiff nipples and all, as an offering. Far be it for Reece to turn down such an offer.

Faith yelped and grabbed the back of Reece's head as her left breast was being ravished. "God, Reece! Hungry?"

"By all means... Oh! Easy baby..." Faith pulled Reece's hair accidentally when the club owner nipped too hard. Reece growled. Faith smirked. "So you liked that?" she asked with a short tug on the black locks.

Reece inhaled loudly and doubled her attentions to Faith's breast. The actress lifted an eyebrow with great interest and moved one hand to the back of Reece's neck. Faith felt the club owner stiffen slightly. She yanked a hand full of hair again and the club owner growled and nipped. Faith had to dig her nails into Reece's neck to pull her back. Careful, that's your nipple she's attacking...

Reece moved to the other breast, her pulse was racing and she heard herself groan as Faith held her by the neck. The hand in her hair adjusted, tugged a bit forcefully and the club owner received a tingle in her sex, telling her that this was a very welcome sensation. You learn something new... she thought as she groaned.

Already turned on by her lover lavishing such attention on her breasts, Faith became instantly wet at the sounds Reece was making. She dragged her nails across the back of Reece's neck and the club owner jumped and breathed out hard around her nipple. Faith couldn't help but push her hips down, taking pleasure from the pressure on her clit. The tall woman slid a leg up and bent her knee, propping the foot on the bed. The actress felt herself being moved down between Reece's spread legs. She groaned as her sensitive sex dragged down over Reece's pubic hair.

Reece bent her other knee and opened her legs wide, she pulled her mouth away from Faith's breast to breathe when their centers touched. Faith looked so sexy with that pink flush covering her face. Her breasts were glistening with saliva and her nipples were as hard as the club owner had ever seen them. She held Faith in place and scooted them across the bed until she rested her back against the headboard.

"I love when we make love like this," Faith admitted breathlessly. "I love the connection... it's so intense." Faith's ass was on the bed and she rearranged her legs until they were in a comfortable position on the outside of her lover's. Reece's hands skimmed up her back and she closed her eyes and hissed. "Careful, baby... it stings back there."

"Don't be, every time I think about those scratches, I get wet. Watch, touch them."

Reece brought her hand from Faith's shoulder and touched lightly down her back. The actress shivered and pressed herself into Reece's center.

"God, baby..." Faith groaned. "I don't know what felt better, you touching my back or touching your clit."

Reece smirked playfully, "Faith has a nail fetish... Faith has a nail fetish..."

The actress jammed her sex into the club owner's, which shut her up immediately. "Reece has a pussy fetish... Reece has a pussy fetish..." she sang as she ground herself into her lover.

Reece got back from the gym to find Cori drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, Smudge asleep on her lap. She kicked off her sneakers and followed her nose to the coffee pot. "Freak," she acknowledged as she passed the dancer, picking up the puppy. "Mine."

Reece turned around after pouring herself a mug of coffee and leaned against the counter, the dog nestled comfortably in the crook of her arm. She raised an eyebrow at the dancer as she drank.

"You're sweating on the dog, Faith hates that. Hey, speaking of Faith, you didn't disappoint, did you?"

"What the hell are you babbling about?" Reece crossed her ankles and leaned her elbow behind her on the counter.

"You know, last night. Did it work?" Cori wiggled her eyebrows. "The phone calls?"

Reece narrowed her eyes. "I should have known. I knew you'd corrupt my innocent Faith one day." The club owner pushed off from the counter and sat in the chair across from Cori.

"We are talking about the same Faith? The one who begged me to help her get The Animal to fuck her brains out?"

Reece stared at the dancer in disbelief. "She told you that? I was only joking! I didn't know she'd actually call you."

"Well, she did, she was desperate. It seems our little, innocent Faith likes it when you throw her down and fuck her," Cori snickered.

"I definitely didn't disappoint," she smiled rakishly and put the pup on the floor, watching as he plopped down under the table.

"Well, any way, you said, 'Make me' and I said 'I can make you do anything' and then you said 'The day that you make me do something is the day I'll get on my knees and kiss your ass'." The dancer moved her butt right in Reece's face. "Shall I drop my pants now or would you rather do it on stage tonight?"

"Get your ass out of my face, Freak!" Reece was laughing. "You didn't make me do anything."

Faith came into the kitchen wearing a very tiny pink camisole and even tinier matching pink panties, rubbing her head and dragging her feet.

"Come on, Reece, you said! And I did make you, indirectly, 'cuz I told her what to do!" Cori teased wiggling her butt for all it was worth.

Faith poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned her head against the fridge. "What's the problem?"

"I have a pounding headache and the world's worst cramps. I'm waiting for the ibuprofen to work, so either kiss her ass or shut the hell up."

Reece shot Cori a glare and the dancer danced her ass around in circles. "I will not," Reece stage whispered.

"You lie. I'm not your friend any more." Cori stuck her tongue out at Reece and the club owner grabbed it. "Ahhh... et doe eece!

Faith didn't raise her voice; she didn't have to, her tone spoke volumes. Reece let go of Cori's tongue and slid her chair over to her suffering lover with a pout on her lips. "Come here, sweetheart."

"Yes. You sucked it out of me, now make it go away," she sat down on Reece's lap and nestled her face in the tall woman's neck. The club owner rubbed the back of Faith's head. "Mmmm, I love the way your neck smells."

"You always make me feel better just by holding me," the actress breathed into her lover's neck.

Cori raised her eyebrow at Faith. "Oh sure, I'm the one who gave you drugs and this is the thanks I get?" she pouted.

Faith got up and sat on Cori's lap, nestling her face in her neck. "Better?" she giggled.

Reece's eyes went wide. "Hey, is it alright that I'm turned on by that?" Faith shot her a look. "I was just asking," she mumbled.

Cori gulped, "Uumm... Faith, you better get up. Reece has that look in her eye."

Reece did indeed have a wolfish look about her. Faith climbed off of her friend. "Didn't you get enough?"

"I can never get enough of you." Reece opened her arms. Cori made gagging gestures.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you cause of... you know," she gestured towards Faith's back and Cori gasped.

"Honey, I told you it's okay; don't feel guilty." Faith shot Cori a warning look.

Faith's nipples hardened to Reece's delight, and Cori's shock, then she groaned and clutched her belly.

Faith blushed beet red. "So, I get turned on by the mere mention of them. It felt really good. I admit it. Okay?" she huffed and threw herself in a chair.

Reece knelt down in front of Faith and looked up forgivingly through her lashes "I'm sorry, babe. We won't talk about them any more."

The doorbell rang and everyone sat around looking at each other until Reece finally stood up. "Who could that be?" she muttered as she left the room. When the club owner opened the door, she grimaced hard.

"Surprise!" Marsha whispered and put a finger on her lips. Quinn just shrugged. "Where's Faith?" the older woman mouthed.

Faith was about to see who was at the door when Reece spoke loudly from the front door.

Faith froze, rooted to the spot. She had nowhere to hide and nothing to cover herself within reach. As her parents stepped into the kitchen, she waved and smiled weakly from behind Cori's chair.

Marsha closed in on her daughter with her open arms and Faith grimaced even before their bodies met.

Reece smiled painfully from the doorway as she watched Marsha enclose her arms around her lover's stinging back and rub.

Cori looked back and forth between the occupants of the kitchen in anticipation of something big.

Marsha let go of her daughter and gave her scrunched up face a puzzled expression. "What's wrong, dear? Are you in some sort of pain? Why are you making that face?"

"Cramps," Faith covered and bent over just a bit. This stopped her father from approaching and he just waved and smiled instead.

"Heat, sweetheart, you must put heat on them. Is it your back? I know how bad you used to suffer with a backache. Let me rub..."

"That's been happening lately, Mrs. A. Some sort of PMS," Cori offered with a genuine smile.

"Well, hello Cori! How are you? Dear, look, it's Cori," she narrowed her eyes at her husband.

"Oh, yeah, daddy. I wasn't expecting anyone." Faith walked sideways towards the door until she collided with her mother. Turning around to catch her mom before she fell, she inadvertently exposed her back to her father.

Reece attempted to sneak out of the room until Faith's dagger-filled glare pinned her to the spot.

"It was her," she pointed to Reece whose eyes threatened to bug right out of her head.

"Uh, yeah?" Reece answered quietly, still keeping her eye on the fuming man in her kitchen.

Marsha tsked and shook her finger at her daughter and Reece, "Maybe we should put ice..."

Faith crossed her arms over her hardening nipples, already dying of embarrassment.

"You did that to her? Under what circumstances would someone who claims to love her, make marks like that?" Quinn asked loudly causing Reece to stand taller.

"She scratched you and you... you wanted... and she..." He looked back and forth between the two women until he understood. "Ohhhh... I see. Oh, Christ, Faith," he blushed brightly.

Everyone stood in awkward silence until Cori stepped forward wagging her finger.

"And that, ladies and gentleman, is why your mother told you that you should never tease the Animal."

"You know, dear, if you put a little aloe and Vitamin E on those, they'll heal faster," Marsha stated.

"I don't even want to know how you know that," Faith covered her face and shook her head in her hands.

Quinn glanced at his reddish daughter and then at her puffed-up girlfriend. He looked Reece up and down a few times before making eye contact and then he smirked.

"Hey, she did stuff to me, too!" she once again said defensively and pulled down the neck of her shirt until half her breast was showing. "See?"

"See? I told you. Faith is a wild animal, sir." Reece fixed her shirt and stomped across the kitchen to throw herself in a chair.

Marsha and Quinn stared at Cori who smiled brightly back at them. "Wanna see my marks?" she asked happily.

When Faith finished showering and dressing, she came down the stairs into the Twilight Zone. The first thing she saw was two asses greeting her from the dining room. "Mother? Cori?"

Faith turned to shoot Reece a look. Little man... but Reece wasn't there. Entering the living room, the actress had to catch her breath from shock. There was her lover and her father sitting on the couch, wearing identical outfits. "MOTHER!"

Marsha came running. "What? What is it?" she panicked. Cori skidded right behind her.

Faith pointed open mouthed to the couch. Her Father and Reece were shoulder to shoulder, wearing motorcycle jackets and boots, leafing through a biker magazine together.

"Why, look at that," Marsha snorted. "He looks every inch the rebel with whom I first fell in love with."

They watched as Quinn and Reece clomped their way across the hallway. Reece opened the closet and tossed the older man a helmet, which he put on backwards.

"I can't believe they're suddenly best friends," Marsha shook her head in wonder.

"I can't believe they have the same size foot," Cori patted Faith on the shoulder.

They heard the rumble of Reece's Harley and all three women ran to the window to witness this event. Faith snickered first, Marsha snorted next and Cori all out laughed as they pulled away.

"Dad's fat ass hanging off the sides of Reece's bike or his knees squeezing the shit out of her?"

"Well, I don't know what happened, but I sure am delighted that they get along now, Faith."

"I know what you mean, Mom, but I really don't know if I want the two of them hanging around together.

The group made their way into the kitchen and sat around the table. Faith fiddled with her coffee cup and Cori picked up the puppy.

"OH, I forgot! We saw the accountant this morning and since we were in the neighborhood..."

"Now, dear, if you and your woman could be more discreet with your sexual escapades and not walk around half naked..."

"God!" Cori blushed and Faith laughed. "That's so not true. I'm gonna kill Reece"

Idling at a red light, Mr. Ashford loosened his death grip on Reece. "You want to tell me again why I'm doing this?"

"I told you, we have to get along or at least make it look like it." Reece revved up the motor to end the conversation.

Quinn took hold of Reece's body again as the light changed and said a few Hail Mary's for good measure. Finally opening his eyes, he noticed they were not in the neighborhood any more. Keeping his eyes open, he found that he rather liked being on the back of the machine and relaxed some.

Reece felt the man ease up on the squeezing and smiled to herself. No one can resist a ride. For you, Faith, I'll do anything.

Quinn whooped at the next light. "This is great!" he shouted enthusiastically. "Hey, where are we going?"

"Yeah, I surprise myself," she chuckled as she started away from the green light.

Quinn felt exhilarated, the sound of the bike and the feel of the wind made him giddy. He also bought flowers for his wife. When the florist asked Reece who her friend was and she replied, 'The old man,' Quinn felt himself puff up a bit. "Hey, thanks, you didn't have to say anything, you know."

"And that's all I need to survive. Let's get going. They're probably worried about us."

It was a good thing that Reece called home to see if the girls wanted anything before she and Quinn headed back. Learning of the shopping trip, she had to go back into the florist and reschedule delivery for the evening. Guess that ibuprofen finally kicked in, she thought with a smile. Too bad I gave Barry the day off, they have to cab it now, she thought with a small scowl. Looking over to her girlfriend's father sitting patiently on the motorcycle, she closed her eyes and sighed. What am I going to do with him all day? I suppose I could take him instead of Faith... She appeared deep in thought for a short while. Nah, I don't think I can handle that. It's too 'Father-In-Law' for me. "So, where to, Pops?" she slapped Quinn on the back and he fell forward on the bike seat.

"Pops? No, I don't like it. Think of something else," he shook his helmeted head back and forth.

"What did you have planned for today before we showed up? Sorry about that, anyway -- it wasn't my idea."

"No worries and you don't want to know what I had planned for today. Trust me," she threw a shit-eating grin over her shoulder causing Quinn to clear his throat.

"Marsha was thrilled that Faith had the day off," he shrugged. "I told her she didn't want to come barging in on Faith's first day off, I figured you'd have... plans," he blushed a little as he said it.

"Yeah, well..." Reece nodded and turned on the bike. "Any place special, Pops?" she shouted over the engine.

Reece bowed her head slightly and chuckled. I deserved that. "Okay, hang on, old man, we're going for a ride," she yelled and peeled away from the curb.

Quinn grabbed fistfuls of leather jacket and held on tightly. Old man...I think I prefer 'Pops'...

It wasn't even noon before Marsha, Cori and Faith arrived at the shopping Mecca of New York City. They left the cab in a flurry of excitement and started to scatter in three directions.

"Humor me, Faith. You don't realize how high profile you became with that little stunt at the studio. Reece would absolutely slaughter me if anything happened to you."

"Faith, the gay chicks want you and the homophobes despise you. Either way, that spells trouble. Please?" she pouted.

Faith turned to her mother for support, but Marsha was pouting just the same. "Oh, all right!" she threw up her hand. "Fine, we'll go together."

"Goodie!" Marsha clapped her hands like an excited child. "Can we go to Niketown?"

Faith stopped walking and eyed her mom. "I was expecting Bergdorf's, but, sure, I can do Niketown."

"Fine, your father needs new sneakers and I really want to try one of those sports bras..." she thought for a moment, "oh, and those shorts that Theresa wears; they look so slimming."

"Lycra, Mrs. A? I don't know about that," Cori said skeptically. "It'll look like you have a watermelon in the back of your drawers." Cori raised an eyebrow at Faith, who looked ill, apparently picturing her mother in said garment.

"You're pretty ample there, Mrs. A. I'm thinking it will look like you have one giant boob in the middle of your chest."

Faith's face was severely pinched as they left Niketown and headed to the 'safety zone'. You can't go wrong at The Gap. She practically flew passed Victoria's Secret, much to the dismay of her friend.

"Are you willing to take Mother in there?" she pointed at the large lingerie store.

Quinn was content to sit on the back of the bike and let Reece lead them. He had no idea where they were going, only that they headed out of the city and into Brooklyn. After the harrowing experience of being on a motorcycle crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, the man was finally at ease and enjoying the ride.

Reece picked her brain at what to do with Quinn. At first, she thought about taking him to the pool hall, but then decided against it. It was too risky. Someone was bound to make some comment about her that would raise Quinn's eyebrows. Then she thought of just riding out to nowhere and that was nixed. Quinn was sure to be sore and need to use a bathroom soon. Fine. We'll go. I can do it. "You alright back there?" Reece asked at the first light since leaving the highway.

"Since we're both not thrilled with the idea of you hugging me, put your hands in my jacket pockets; it'll take the load off your fingers."

"Thanks," he slipped his hands into the pockets and found them very warm and comfortable. Ahhh, that's much better. "You haven't answered my question."

Quinn sighed. He hated not knowing where they we're going, but was excited at the same time. He had never done anything like this before and he was wondering what had taken him so long. Perhaps this is a mid-life crisis? he wondered. He sighed again.

"I was going to surprise Faith with it today, but since I wound up with you, you'll be my date," she joked.

Suddenly Quinn remembered. "The new stadium in Coney Island? Isn't that a minor league team?"

"I had no idea if I really wanted to do such a thing. I don't know that I like you that much yet," she said honestly.

"Don't sweat it, Pops, I like you a little... enough to take you to a ball game."

"Oh, wow. Thank you, Reece. I never would have expected it." She's really something.

Quinn smiled broadly behind Reece. This, he never imagined. He never took Faith to a ball game and here he was, going with Reece. She was going to take Faith to her first ball game. Suddenly Quinn felt sad. He waited until the next light to express himself. "Reece, I'm sorry we ruined your day. I'm sure Faith would have been mighty excited to see her first baseball game with you today."

"Her first? She's never been?" Reece felt disappointed to be spending the day with Quinn now.

"Faith adored you. Did you know that?" She turned halfway around in her seat to see the sad face of her girlfriend's father.

"Yes, I know. I don't know what happened between us, she was my little girl. Now I feel like shit."

And he looks like it, too. Reece sighed, "Look, what's past is past, we can't change that. Trust me on that one."

"Forget it, it doesn't work. You're stuck with the mistakes for the rest of your life." Quinn looked miserable and Reece pulled the bike over to the curb. "I tell you what, we don't have to go to the game today... I'll give you the season tickets and you can tell Faith that they're yours.

"I believe you." He studied Reece with new eyes. She was still very imposing... and she still scared him, but he respected her and he trusted her... with Faith's life.

Reece began to sweat under the scrutiny and she fingered her jacket uncomfortably. "What are you looking at?"

Quinn chuckled, "You know, I am afraid of you, you don't have to give me that look."

The club owner winced, thinking about spending the entire afternoon with Quinn. "Whatever. Let's go." Reece was highly uncomfortable with the new relationship. She knew it was the right thing to do, but it was new and very unusual for her. Acting civil wasn't going to be hard, but it was going to be new. Reece hated new.

The girls were settling into a booth for a late lunch when Faith's phone rang. After climbing over the many bags beside her, the actress finally found the phone and smiled broadly upon hearing the voice.

Faith didn't know what was more shocking, Reece calling her father 'Pops' or where they were. "A what?" She covered the mouthpiece and told Cori and her mom. Marsha almost choked on her tea and Cori's eyebrow piercing threatened to tangle in her hair.

Reece looked over at Quinn who was having the time of his life. "A baseball game. Your dad is having too much fun. Maybe I should scare him or something."

"Stop that," she paused, letting it all soak in. "You're really with my father? Together? At a baseball game?"

"Yeah. Here..." There was a rustling noise and Quinn's voice came over the phone loud and clear. "Hi, honey! Are you having a good day?"

"Yes, Daddy, a great day a little shocking, but great. Are you having a good time? Is Reece behaving herself? Where'd you get tickets to a baseball game?"

Quinn laughed at his daughter's many questions, "Yes, I'm having a fantastic time. Reece has been, well, Reece and the tickets..." There was more rustling and Reece came back on the line. "The tickets are the old man's. He was going to surprise you with them today, but, well, shit happens." She glared at Quinn who closed his mouth. "We gotta go now, see ya at home later."

Faith stared at the phone for a moment before putting it away. Catching the expectant stares from her tablemates, she shook her head and relayed the odd phone call.

"That's what she said. I'm telling you, this is creepy. I don't know what's going on with them."

"Hey, don't knock it, Faith. Your dad is getting along with Reece. It's a miracle."

"Well, we didn't give anyone a chance to talk this morning. It's possible that it's true," Faith thought out loud.

After a mighty fine day of shopping, the three women piled into a cab with their purchases. With all the bags, one person had to sit in the front and Faith volunteered. The actress winced when she looked at the driver. The hack was ugly -- he had a huge scar across his cheek, his eye socket looked like it had been crushed, his nose was most definitely broken and his cheekbone was deformed, like someone had smashed into it with a bat. I bet he got robbed or something, she thought. However, after being on the receiving end of some pretty rude stares from the cabbie, she figured, whatever happened to him, he must have deserved it. Finally, the actress had enough of his sideways glances and turned to glare at him. He gave her a somewhat disgusted look.

Cori tensed up, not liking the tone of his voice. "Hey, you got a problem, buddy?"

Marsha leaned forward to hear what was going on and the dancer fought with her for space in the little opening of the bulletproof partition.

The driver looked in his rear view and grimaced, "Great, dykes and freaks. What's your gig, old lady?"

"Funny though, you don't look like a lesbo," he once again looked Faith up and down making the actress very nervous. "You look normal to me."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What's a lesbian supposed to look like," Faith countered, more angry than scared, "and what constitutes normal?"

Cori's fit faded into the background. Faith's head was pounding. She'd never been confronted with something like this before and she didn't know how to react. Sure, she was angry. Who was he to tell her what she should look like? And who was he to tell her she wasn't a real lesbian? She was certainly was a lesbian; Reece was definitely a woman and she loved Reece fiercely. Wait just a minute... Just because he thinks I don't look like a lesbian, does that mean other people think the same thing? Are they trying to invalidate Reece's and my relationship based on what they think she or I should look like? Faith mulled over that while her mother's voice pierced through her thoughts.

"...and who are you to judge what people should look like? How do you know I'm not a lesbian? Just because I don't wear a shirt that says 'I'm a big, old lesbian' doesn't mean I'm not..."

The actress stewed some more until she was enraged with the idea of this man making her feel like she was. Fuck him. Fuck him and anyone that thinks like him. Reece and me are real. I don't need to prove that to the likes of him. Asshole.

"Let me just tell you one thing, you narrow-minded shit-for-brains, you are so incredibly lucky that my girlfriend, who also looks nothing like your version of a lesbo isn't anywhere near the vicinity of this conversation. I can guarantee you this, you pig, she, who is every single inch a breathtakingly beautiful woman, would hand feed you your nuts in an heartbeat if she even thought you may have insinuated that we are not a valid couple, based on your twisted idea of what we should look like."

Marsha and Cori got out of the cab and Cori was holding Faith's door open, trying to coax the highly irate actress out of the car.

"Don't even think about getting paid, I have your name, you moron, and that's all she needs to know in order to hunt you down and kill you. They call her The Animal..." Faith noted the change in the hack's expression when she said that, "...and do you know why they call her that? She enjoys tearing the throat out of her prey before she rips it apart and eats it." The actress stormed out of the cab.

Cori had peered in the door and watched the man pale. She glanced at the driver's identification and laughed loudly. This guy knew The Animal, all right. She'd kicked his ass... hard. "And don't ever call me a freak again," she slammed the door so violently, the man's teeth rattled.

Faith stopped in her tracks. She was so mad; she was positively fuming. "Who was it?" she bit out through her teeth.

"Joey. He used to have a club in Times Square, but Frankie found out through the grapevine that he was pimping teenagers."

Faith swallowed. "Frankie sent Reece after him, didn't he?" She looked sick. "Reece did that to him..." her sentence trailed off as she leaned heavily against a wall.

"Yeah, she fucked him up real bad. She brought the kids to the church that she was at when she was a kid. After spending some time with them, she became enraged at what they went through and went back and beat him again while he was in the hospital."

"God, Cori. I can't say he didn't deserve what he got, but shit," Faith buried her face in her hands and gathered her thoughts.

"It alarms me, Faith. Is Theresa capable of that kind of brutality now?" Marsha asked with genuine fear.

"The answer would be yes, mother. Reece is still Reece. She was trained and conditioned to fight and sometimes kill. She's capable, but I can guarantee she will never, ever, harm a hair on my head."

The three women stood, lost in their own thoughts for a long while, each coming to terms with what they had seen and heard.

Faith was still reeling from the encounter and the face of the man, knowing Reece was the cause of his disfigurement. The sheer naked violence that her lover was capable of still scared her immensely. She couldn't justify what she'd seen and heard with the intensity of emotion they shared, the safety and warmth she felt when wrapped in Reece's arms, the depth of love she saw in her clear blue eyes and the gentleness of her touch when she wanted to be tender. Those are the same arms and fingers that tore that man apart. It never failed to amaze Faith how these two people were one and the same. Oh, it scared her, all right, but this was Reece and she could not condemn Reece for her past, just as much as she could not stop loving her because of it. Suddenly, she really craved her lover's arms holding her tightly, soothing her, loving her. It was okay now. That had been a long time ago.

Faith looked around them and spotted a TGI Fridays. "Nope, I could sure use a drink right about now," she winked at Cori who nodded rapidly in agreement.

There was a fashion show in full swing when Reece and Quinn came in the door. Faith was modeling a new short's set and Reece whistled her appreciation.

"Hell, yeah," Reece bent her head to kiss Faith and raised her eyebrow. "You've been drinking?" she asked as she shrugged off her coat.

"It looks wonderful, honey," Quinn agreed as he handed Reece the leather jacket he had been borrowing.

"Just a little," Faith giggled and scrunched her nose up in that way that warmed Reece's heart. "Can I have my kiss now?" she asked as she draped her arms around her tall lover's waist.

"But of course." Reece touched her lips to Faith's and the actress's tongue exploded into her mouth. She had to reach out to the wall to catch her balance. Mmm, gotta love her, just add alcohol... she thought as she held on and returned the kiss with gusto.

The two parted and Reece stepped sideways into the smirking face of Quinn. "That was some hello," he mentioned casually, although the embarrassment showed clearly in his face.

"Here she comes, Miss America," Marsha's voice preceded her body and she waltzed into the room clad in a sports bra and Lycra bike shorts.

Faith shot her a withering glare and Reece rubbed her eyes. Quinn was slack jawed, frozen where he stood and didn't say a word.

Reece leaned her head close to Quinn and spoke out of the side of her mouth. "I don't know about you, Pops, but my eyes are burning."

Reece chuckled and whispered again, "Oh, that sucked, buddy, you're in for it now."

"Well, not really unusual..." Since Reece apparently knew what to say, he looked to her for help. Seeing nothing but a humorous glint in her eyes, he winged it, "I meant different. It's lovely, really."

"Why, of course I do. You look..." he attempted to look at Reece again but she was rubbing her eyes, "...younger."

"Hey, Mrs. A, show us what else you bought, I don't know if I can behave myself when you walk around like that."

"Oh, Theresa! You're such a card!" Marsha giggled and ran out of the room with a spring in her step.

"That's the way to do it, Mr. A." Reece laughed and sat on the couch to wait for Faith's next outfit.

"I don't know that I like your charm all that much, Reece. You have a way with the ladies," Quinn narrowed his eyes.

Seeing his point, Reece grinned. "Don't you worry, Mr. A, it's all about Faith. I'd never disrespect her."

Understanding his protectiveness, Reece smiled reassuringly. "Never," she stated seriously, then nearly fell off the couch as Faith sashayed into the room in a teeny-tiny, little sundress. "Oh, yeah, you go, girl!" she encouraged as her lover twirled.

"C'mere you," Reece reached out and snatched Faith into her lap. "Definitely," she purred into the actress's ear.

"Aren't you in a mood?" Faith shivered and took a deep breath. "If I didn't have my period..." she whispered.

Faith leaned into Reece's ear and whispered, "I'd drag you up to the bedroom and have you make me scream... again and again."

Quinn cleared his throat. Cori just rolled her eyes. "Get used to it, Mr. Ashford, they're weasels."

Reece pulled back and locked eyes with Faith, "You know I don't give a flying fuck about your period."

Faith felt her pulse pick up and she took a deep breath, "Mom and dad are here?"

Reece narrowed her eyes at the pounding vein in her lover's neck. "Just you wait," she promised.

Suddenly, Faith was tugged from Reece's lap, Cori being the culprit. "It's one thing in front of me, but come on," she gestured at Quinn who was picking his nails uncomfortably.

Faith ran to her father and hugged him. "Thank you, Daddy, that was a wonderful thing to say."

To Reece, it felt like forever until Quinn and Marsha finally bid their good-byes. Faith was still buzzing from her many margaritas and was humming to herself as she put away her new clothes. Reece pulled her boots off, stretched out on the bed and smiled as she watched her lover. Right then, the tall woman was contented in way that she had never experienced before in her life. It was a state of relaxation, a comfortable feeling, that forced a big old smile to her face and a lightness in her chest. Just watching Faith put away clothing, no talking, no sound other than the sporadic off-key humming that filled Reece with a good feeling. The club owner would have been uneasy about feeling so content just a few short months ago, but now, she felt safe, almost as if she could close her eyes and drift off without any worries. Funny that all it took was one small actress from Long Island to change her whole life, give her a new purpose. Reece sighed loudly and stretched her toes.

"So, watching me hang clothing puts that kind of smile on your face?" Faith giggled.

The tall woman reached up and traced Faith's ear. "Babe, you don't have to do anything. You are so beautiful; I can't help but smile."

"I just love you Reece!" Faith jumped onto the bed and smothered her lover in a hug. "God, the things you say!" she mumbled into Reece's neck.

Geez, Cori, you weren't kidding about this talking stuff... the club owner chuckled to herself. "I just say what I feel," she shrugged.

Faith sat up and looked into Reece's twinkling blue eyes. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course. I think you are the most beautiful woman on the planet, maybe in the whole universe. And I'm not just talking about your gorgeous green eyes or your way too-sexy lips. I'm talking about your insides, too. You're just one great, big, beautiful package."

"Jesus, babe! Why are you crying? What did I say?" Reece turned nervous and started to regret speaking her mind.

"I just... sometimes I don't feel pretty and I know you sit in that club surrounded, night after night, by the most unbelievable..."

"Oh, no you don't," Reece reprimanded. "You listen to me." She turned Faith to face her and narrowed her eyes. "You are all I think about when I sit on my miserable stool, hour after hour. I wonder what you're doing, who you're talking to, if you're laughing, crying, smiling... I think about you and no one else. I'm not the old Reece any more. She's gone. And even the old Reece wouldn't be that stupid to let what I've got go. You mean the world to me." Reece was wide eyed at her own speech. The words just came out of her and she had no control over them. One look at Faith in distress and she was on autopilot. It scared her.

Faith leaned down and kissed her lover reassuringly. She was at a loss for words. Reece just said everything she ever wanted to hear. "Nothing. You never have to say anything ever again. Thank you so much, Reece. I love you," Faith sobbed.

"Because I'm so incredibly lucky to have found you, that's all." Faith kissed Reece again, this time she held her face with both hands. "I'm afraid, sometimes, that I may not be to you, what you are to me. I just need reassuring sometimes."

"What would make you feel that way?" the club owner took Faith's hands off her cheeks and held them, sitting up on the bed. She pulled her over onto her lap. "Did something happen today?"

"No, nothing like that. I had a pretty weird day," Faith paused and looked in Reece's eyes, they were full of concern. "Am I holding you back?" Reece's eyebrow went up. "I mean, am I keeping you from... okay, do you feel like I'm stopping you from being you?"

"Well, The Animal... you have this violent side, a part of you that maybe I'm keeping at bay. Are you silencing that part of you because you're with me?"

Faith smoothed out her lover's creased brow. "I saw this man today, a cab driver named Joey, who used to run a teen prostitution thing," she paused to let that sink into Reece's head.

After a short while, the club owner's face showed recognition. "Oh, yeah," she squirmed uncomfortably. "Him," Reece looked away from Faith, feeling totally guilty for her past actions. "I suppose Cori told you what happened," she stated flatly.

"Don't look away, Reece. I know what you did and why you did it. What concerns me is that you did that all by yourself. I've seen you get angry, enraged even, but I can't for the life of me understand how these hands," she brought Reece's hand up and kissed it, "can be the same hands that beat that man so violently."

Reece felt like she had to get up and move around, she couldn't look Faith on the eye. "What are you getting at?"

"Are you still holding that kind of rage inside of you? Do I prevent you from venting some of that anger? I know you used to use sex as an outlet, I'm also aware that I don't know the half of what you're capable of doing. Am I going to be the reason that one day you go berserk? I don't want to be guilty of that, Reece."

Reece took a deep breath. Faith deserved the truth; a simple 'no' would not do here. No matter how difficult it was to spill her guts, Reece would do it to make Faith feel better. "No. There is no more rage," the club owner said truthfully. She traced a finger over Faith's facial features as she continued, not wanting to lose contact with her lover. "The only thing you're guilty of is making me feel comfortable in my own skin for once in my life," she paused to kiss Faith gently. "I was just laying here thinking about how much I've changed... and how completely at ease I am with you. I could lay here for hours and do nothing. I never did that before. There was always something calling me, I needed to be doing, going, looking. I was always searching to fill that space. I'm not like that any more. I don't need any outlets any more Faith. Why? Because I finally found the one thing that was missing... You." Reece looked expectantly at her lover who appeared to be tearing up again. "Say something..."

Reece only nodded her agreement as Faith pushed her down and deepened the kiss by epic proportions. Faith's insistent tongue was inside every crevice of her mouth, dueling with her own tongue, until Reece finally caught it in her teeth. The club owner had to slow this down, Faith made it pretty clear she didn't want any sex earlier and with the way this was going, sex would most definitely be the next thing on Reece's agenda. She released Faith's tongue and pulled back from the heated lip lock, putting her hand over her lover's mouth. "Hey, I thought you said 'no' this afternoon. You know, your period." The club owner was slightly breathless.

Faith was staring at Reece's lips and the second her mouth was uncovered, she dove back to capture them.

Reece didn't protest and welcomed the kiss by rolling them over until she was on top. Tearing herself away, she managed to catch her breath long enough to speak. "Changed your mind, I see?"

"Nope. Who said anything about you touching me?" Faith smiled so sexily that Reece felt her heart skip a beat.

"Oh, you can't just start something like this and expect me to keep my hands to myself," Reece raised one eyebrow as Faith's fingers started to drift across her chest. She lifted herself up on her arms and hovered over the actress.

"Yes I can... and you will... or else I won't let you touch me after my period, either." Faith circled Reece's right nipple and snickered as it stood up to meet her.

"How selfish of me. You mean, I lay here, you touch me and I don't touch you back? Aren't you a little left out of the picture?" The club owner closed her eyes as a fingernail lightly scratched her nipple through her shirt. Her arms started to tremble.

"No one said I'd be left out. I'm sure I can think of a few ways to get off using this glorious body of yours," Faith purred.

Reece groaned. Faith had a good point there. "Oh boy, so you're going to... uh!" Faith pinched her nipple and Reece almost fell on top of her. "You're going to use me. I can deal with that." Reece dropped to her elbows as Faith's other hand started scratching her back, under her shirt. "Shouldn't I get naked first?"

"Nope. I want to unwrap you all by myself," Faith pulled her lover down on top of her and licked her neck.

"I'm liking this idea, baby..." Reece growled as Faith teeth bit into the skin behind her ear.

Reece pulled herself up and looked at Faith with a horrified expression. "Four days? No way! You can't do this for four whole days and I can't touch you. I'll go crazy! I'll explode! I'll..."

"You'll come back here if you know what's good for you." Faith's hands covered her own breasts and Reece groaned painfully.

"You gotta be kidding me! You expect me to survive four days of you touching me and yourself?"

The actress caressed her own nipples and Reece whimpered, "I don't know about that, Faith."

The smaller woman gave Reece a half-lidded stare and licked her lips. "Oh yes, just think of all this..." she ran her hands Reece's torso, "...as my personal playground for the next four days.

The doorbell rang twice before the club owner decided to move. The dog was yapping wildly, alerting his human of the visitor. She climbed out of bed and threw on the tank top that was hanging from the lamp. "Easy, Little Man, it's just the door." How dressed do I have to be? She opened the window and saw Violet waving up at her from the stoop. Cool, she thought. She was too lethargic to start putting on clothes and she didn't have to, if it was only Violet. Searching around the room, she found her underpants and winced as she lifted her leg to slip them on. I will get her for this, she promised herself.

The doorbell rang again and Reece descended the stairs slowly, adjusting the little wiggling pup in her hand. She realized she was limping slightly and tried to cover it up as best she could. As she thought about why she was walking so awkwardly, she narrowed her eyes and frowned. Three more days of this and she's all mine. Her frown turned into an evil leer and she chuckled as she opened the door.

"Hi, come on in. I just rolled out of bed, gimme a minute." She handed Violet the dog and she kissed his head.

"I can tell. You don't have to cover up, it's just me." The piercer watched with a smile as tall bare legs quivered slightly when Reece stepped onto the first stair.

"Well, thank god, I don't want to walk up those steps again," Reece turned around and headed for the living room with a wave for Violet to follow.

The piercer's amused gaze followed her every move. She cocked her head in wonder at Reece's unusually uncoordinated movements. She put the dog down and he scampered off into the kitchen to eat.

After plopping herself on the couch, Reece sighed loudly and asked, "What's up, Vi?"

"Are you gonna explain why you're so incredibly graceful today? And why are you still in bed? Are you sick?"

"Nope. I'm wiped. And nope again," the club owner shook her head with a self-satisfied grin.

"You do realize, now, that my imagination is running wild with speculation," Violet teased.

"I'd bet you a hundred dollars that all your speculations are fact," Reece laughed.

"Yeah, her," Reece pursed her lips and drifted off in thought. While lost in memories of what Faith had done to her, her expression turned hungry.

"Ooo, I like that look on you, Reece. I bet that look is what got you in trouble in the first place."

"Uh, no. It was Faith's period that got me in trouble... and I don't think I'd call it 'trouble' exactly," the tall woman winked. "Torture, maybe..."

"Oh god! I know what you're talking about. Cori doesn't let me touch her, but she gets incredibly horny when she's gets her period. It's most definitely torture. I feel for you, Reece, I really do."

"That's okay, Vi, I intend to make it up to her. Over and over again," Reece grinned seductively. "If I have to stand behind her every second of the day, I will find out the moment that she stops bleeding and then she's mine," her eyes narrowed at her own threat.

"I can't say I feel bad for her. Jealous, maybe... but not the least bit of sympathy," Violet laughed heartily. "I wouldn't complain."

Reece walked over to the recliner and leaned her hands on the chair's back, forcing it to recline so she was hovering over the piercer. "You couldn't handle me, Violet," the club owner purred in her most dangerous voice.

Violet gulped nervously, suddenly assaulted with the heavy scent of sex clinging to the club owner. "Whew! Ain't that the truth," she fanned herself. "God bless Faith for taming you."

"She hasn't tamed me at all. As a matter of fact, you're playing with fire, right now," Reece growled.

Violet pushed the chair into its original position. "Oh, come off it, Reece. You would never be unfaithful to her and you know it."

The piercer breathed a sigh of relief, "Maybe a little." Reece raised an eyebrow. "OKAY, you scared me to death."

"Good, I still got it." Reece walked into the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge.

"Well, I'm just saying..." Reece had no answer. She handed Violet the beer and sat back on the couch.

"I thought so," the piercer chuckled and took a drink. "Wanna see me pierce things today?"

"Oh, lips, eyebrows, noses, navels, an occasional nipple... maybe even the errant clit."

Reece grimaced. "Who wants to do something like that?" Just the thought made the club owner cross her legs.

Violet laughed at the gesture. "Some chicks have an orgasm while I do it. I have mine pierced," she added with a shrug.

Violet took another drink while Reece squirmed uncomfortably. Her clit was already sore and thinking about it was painful.

"That's enough of that, Vi." Even though she was totally icked out, she was still a little curious to see it.

"I never would have thought you to be so squeamish, Reece?" she laughed loudly at the tall woman's body language.

"In your opinion." Violet noticed that Reece was glancing between her legs now and again. "You'd be surprised by what I put holes in."

"I don't want to know. I think Faith's nipple ring is so sexy, but I don't think I could ever do it myself."

"No, I don't think so. I think I'd be fascinated with it, like I was with her nipple ring." Reece suddenly sat forward on the couch. "Why?" she asked nervously, "Is she thinking..."

"No, calm down. She never even mentioned it, although she was totally intrigued with mine."

"She saw it?" Violet nodded. "I gotta tell you, ever since you mentioned it, I've been a bit distracted too."

Reece thought about it for a second. "I don't know. I want to see it, but I don't want to ask you to drop your panties and spread 'em, if you know what I mean." Reece's eyebrows flew up. "Did I just say that? I never thought I'd say something like that in my life!"

Vi laughed, "Yeah, and it shows how whipped you are." Reece frowned and Violet smiled. She got up from the chair and stood in front of Reece. "Faith had no trouble demanding that I spread 'em." She pulled down her underwear and handed them to Reece who dropped them on the couch. She watched as Reece stood up and made some distance between them, blushing a little, and Violet smiled at how cute that was. "Are you actually embarrassed?"

The piercer chuckled at her discomfort. "I think it's cute, really. You're going to have a hell of a time explaining this to Faith, aren't you? You feel like you're doing something wrong, don't you?"

The tall woman nodded. Yeah, it's not like I'm being unfaithful, I just want to see her piercing. I shouldn't be this fidgety. "Well then, are you going to lift up your skirt or do I crawl under it?"

"Ha ha... " The piercer lifted her skirt and, to Reece's surprise, she spread her lips.

"Just don't play with it, Reece. It may only be the hood, but it's still my clit."

Reece nodded at the instructions. She could only imagine how it would feel. "Wow, I bet you come so quickly with this." The club owner tilted her head to get a better look. "I can't believe you shave the entire thing Vi. If Faith did that, I'd feel like a child molester."

"That's what Cori said. I just like it better like this. And I do come pretty quickly if you play with it."

Reece felt like this was a dream or something. She was actually on her knees, in front of her friend, who was holding her sex open for her to examine. She stood up quickly and shook her head. "How weird was that just now?"

Violet laughed as she pulled on her panties. "I'm so used to whipping it out at work for the potential clit piercings that I'm immune to embarrassment. I have to admit, having you on your knees like that was a great experience. I'll treasure that visual for a long time," she wiggled her eyebrows.

Violet knew Reece felt awkward so she changed the subject. "So, you wanna come with me today? My partner is out today and it will only be me in the shop for a couple hours. I really don't want to be alone."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place? Let me shower and we'll head out, okay?"

Faith had a shit-eating smile on her face all day long. John couldn't get her to fess up to the source of her glee, but he was absolutely positive that it had something to do with Spike. He kept bringing up her name just to see Faith's reaction and it confirmed his assumptions. She would arch her back on occasion, like she was afraid of leaning on the chair, she was constantly avoiding any physical contact and he was dying to know why. He figured Reece must have done something memorable to her and she kept reliving it when he brought up her name. As she walked into her trailer, the make-up artist thought of ways to make her talk. "Did you get a tattoo?"

"What?" Faith sat on the bed and gave him a strange look. She had no idea why John would ask that question.

"Well, you are protecting a certain part of your body and I was just wondering."

He frowned, not getting the answer he wanted. "Well, are you going to tell me why you're acting so weird?

John was like a best girlfriend and she felt comfortable talking to him. "I have a few scratches on my back that I'm trying to forget, but with you bringing up Reece all day long, I can't do that," she explained.

"Spike scratched you? Isn't it the femme who scratches?" he asked with confusion.

"No, it's okay. I just get tired of that. I look the way I look, so I can't be gay. Reece looks the way she does, so she must always be on top. I just get so frustrated sometimes," the actress threw up her hands in defeat.

John pushed her hair off her forehead. "I'm sure you did. Now that I know you're on top, I have no doubts to your abilities," he grinned. "I'm in awe, even."

Faith snickered. "I'd be lying if I said that's true. Reece allows me certain liberties, but..." Faith smiled indulgently. "Actually, Reece was plenty in control when she scratched me up like this."

Faith turned around and lifted her shirt. John gasped, "Spike has some set of claws!" He made cat noises.

"Honestly, her nails aren't that sharp, but she's strong, and anyone can do damage if they keep going over the same path," she shivered at the memory and she heard John snicker. "Oh, you laugh, Mary. If it were you, you would have fainted after the second run. I barely contained myself."

"I'm very impressed," he said truthfully as she put her shirt down. "I would faint from the mere idea of her putting her nails on me. You have my respect. Especially since I see that the marks didn't end at your waist line."

"I have been perpetually horny, lately. I think there's something wrong with me," she said with a giggle.

"Nah, it's normal. Plus, I know you're at that time. You always have a few extra hickeys when that happens," he said with a confident nod.

"I do?" Faith wondered if this was true. "You know? I think you're right. I do get a little... demanding around this time."

"Honey, most of my friends are women. You're not alone. Besides, not many women let their partners near them, let alone Hoover all over them like you let Spike."

"Well, it certainly is a fight, she can be pretty insistent, but this time I'm not letting her near me either. I just don't feel comfortable."

"Hey, no problema. I feel bad for you when you're done. She's gonna show no mercy, you can count on that."

Faith shuddered at the thought... in a good way. She knew she was torturing her lover, but she couldn't help it. Just remembering Reece begging for mercy this morning was enough to start her heart pounding all over again. Picturing the club owner's naked, sweaty breasts heaving as she gasped for breath was making her stomach clench. She stifled a groan as she recalled Reece's fingers clenching her head painfully tight in an attempt to pry Faith's face from between her legs. "I deserve whatever she's going to give me, John."

"Whatever I want." The actress thought about how Reece was allowing her to run rampant and how she took complete and total advantage of it. Then she thought of how she left Reece this morning, dead to the world and snoring her head off. The club owner wouldn't let her get away with this unless she had some ulterior motive. "Oh god, I am so in for it," she chuckled.

The phone was ringing as soon as Violet unlocked the door to the studio. Reece finished turning on the lights, so the piercer could answer it. She only heard the one side of the conversation and snickered, knowing immediately who was on the other end.

"Yes baby, I swear. She's right here. I'm not alone," Violet rolled her eyes. "Fine, here," she held out the phone to the club owner.

"I am so glad you're there. Did she tell you about the crazy guys who came in last week and almost trashed the place?"

Reece's eyes narrowed and she shot a look at Violet, "No, she didn't tell me that."

"Well, I told her if she couldn't get you to come there, I would stand there with a bat and just bop the guys that looked like trouble."

"That's good for business, Cori," Reece laughed, knowing full well Cori would do it. "I'm here and I'll stay until the guy comes later, okay?"

The piercer took the phone and Reece went snooping around the shop. It looked like a dentist's office, with all the mechanical chairs, and it kinda freaked her out. Everything was wrapped in those sterile bags and she winced at all the packages of needles everywhere. When Violet hung up the phone, she stood behind Reece as the tall woman examined a clamp.

"You don't want to know. Besides, you'll see more than you bargained for, soon enough."

"Oh," Reece nodded, not sure if Cori and her bat would have been such a bad idea after all. She wandered into the tattoo section of the shop and was soon engrossed in the more elaborate designs.

"I see a lot that I like, but I don't know that I'd want it permanently inked on my skin. Some of this is amazing artwork."

"It is. I don't know, when I first met you, I assumed you'd have at least one naked lady adorning your body, not to mention a few piercings."

"I always wanted one, but could never decide on what I want," Reece shrugged. "I hear, though, once you get one, you can't stop."

"That's not entirely true, but I understand that you would have to really be into something to want it on you forever."

"I once took out my tongue piercing and I missed it so much I had it re-done." Reece didn't know why she offered that information, she just felt comfortable talking about it in this atmosphere.

"I did the same with my lip. It annoyed me and I took it out, but after a while, I missed having it there."

The tall woman migrated to the tribal pictures and Reece took an interest in quite a few of them. Violet noted that she kept going back to one in particular and looking at it again. She made a mental note of which one it was and went about preparing her area for her first appointment.

"Hey, how much does one like this cost?" Reece asked, pointing at the design she'd been favoring.

"That one is about a hundred or so, but I wouldn't charge you, Reece," Violet smiled.

The club owner contemplated the tattoo a while longer before walking over to another set of designs. Violet had a feeling that her tall friend was going to leave here with a new addition.

The Lounge was even busier than usual and the club owner should have been ecstatic, but she was too distracted to enjoy it. Reece had been sitting at the bar, staring blankly at the TV and nursing the same drink for hours. Amber, the bartender, had tried making conversation when she'd had a free moment and though the blue eyes looked at her, even she knew that the owner wasn't paying much attention. Reece was too busy thinking of the many ways in which to pay back her torturous little lover. She was the reason Reece was in this state and she was going to have to be punished. The club owner's eyes narrowed as she smirked at the thought of getting back at Faith. With an evil little snicker, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, envisioning her lover in various stages of bliss.

Cori found the sight amusing and hopped up on the bar in front of Reece. "Hey, boss lady, thinking about Faith?"

Reece lifted her head to reply and leaned forward only to find her face in Cori's naked cleavage. She jumped back so quickly that she fell off of her stool and lay sprawled on the floor in a very un-Reece-like manner.

Cori didn't know what to do. Everyone seemed to be staring at the spectacle and Reece did not look pleased... at all. The dancer wanted to jump down and help her friend off up from the floor, but her legs wouldn't listen to her.

Amber leaned over the bar and started to laugh. This started a chain reaction and peals of nervous laughter filled the area. Reece still hadn't moved and considering the way her eyes were glowing, it wouldn't have surprised anyone if Cori had burst into flames on the spot.

Finally finding her legs, Cori hopped down and squatted by her fallen friend. "Uh... sorry?" she stammered, offering her hand.

Reece was beyond embarrassed. She knew that, if she made a scene, it would only make it worse, so she pushed Cori's hand away and stood up on her own. Glaring dangerously at the onlookers, she casually dusted off her backside and straightened out her jacket. Cori backed away as Reece stood up, fearing the worst. She flinched as the tall woman's arm lifted but breathed in relief as she was only smoothing her hair.

"You okay, Reece?" she dared to ask. "Oh, just great," the tall woman replied, red faced, as she turned on her heel and strode calmly to her office.

Confused, Cori shrugged her shoulders and had started towards the stage when a strong hand wrapped around her neck and dragged her backwards. She knew it was too good to be true and just prayed that Reece would get it over with quickly.

The club owner practically threw Cori into her office and slammed the door. She stood there fuming for a few seconds before she opened her mouth to speak. Cori watched quietly as Reece's mouth shut and she buried her face in her hands.

Suddenly, the tall woman's shoulders began shaking with laughter. "In all my life, I've never..." she laughed, "never been thrown on my ass by a pair of tits," Reece continued to laugh hard enough to evoke a snort.

Infinitely relieved and glad to be in one piece, the dancer started laughing too. "So, you're not going to kill me?" she asked between chuckles.

"I was, but I haven't got the strength," Reece said, still laughing and snorting.

Reece snorted again before she controlled herself enough to speak, "I should start billing you as 'The Most Dangerous Tits in New York'." Cori looked down at her chest. "I had no idea that was going to happen. Honestly," she started to giggle again.

"S'okay. You got me fair and square. I wasn't paying attention," Reece said as she crossed the room and sat in her chair.

"How unlike you. What's going on with you? Are you having trouble with Faith?" the dancer asked as she sat on the desk, far away from Reece.

"I wouldn't call it trouble. No, not at all," Reece paused and laced her fingers behind her neck. "She's teaching me a lesson in self-control."

The dancer held her grin to herself. She was very pleased to be hearing this. Straight from the horse's mouth, too. Reece certainly has changed, she thought with a wide smile.

"I'm not going to say it. There's no need," she winked at her friend. "So, how long has it been?"

"Two long, hard, exhausting days," the club owner crossed her ankles on the desk.

"You look no worse for the wear a little pleased with yourself, actually," Cori observed.

Cori laughed out loud. "So this is what it's all about?" Good one, Faith! "Three or four days. It depends." Reece nodded. "Is that what's got you so distracted? Thinking up ways to get her back?"

"OKAY! Okay... I get the picture," Cori sniggered at the expression of lust on Reece's face. "Hey, want me to play double agent and find out exactly when she's finished?" Cori asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Oh please, Reece, like she doesn't know what she's in for and, no, I wouldn't do that to you," Cori huffed indignantly.

Faith was waiting up when Reece came home. The club owner silently chuckled as she saw the light on upstairs. She's really gonna be the death of me, she thought with a shake of her head.

Reece felt her heart pick up speed at the sound of Faith's teasing voice. She hung up her jacket and called upstairs, "Should I be naked for this surprise?"

Oooo... yay! Reece grabbed a liter of water out of the fridge. Fluid, plenty of fluid, she chuckled to herself. Bending down to pay attention to the spinning pup, she let her mind conjure up all sorts of scenarios that may be waiting for her upstairs. She's like an animal lately. Heh. An animal. The Animal Junior... Mini-me. Reece started to laugh uncontrollably, causing the dog to get even more excited and jump up and nip at her face. "Hey, not the lips! Auntie Reece needs them! Not to mention Mommy." Mini-me! HA! I kill me! She laughed loud enough for Faith to hear.

"What the hell are you doing down there that's so funny?" the voice called from upstairs.

"Just thought of something, baby." Reece willed herself to stop laughing. This could be very bad if she had a laughing fit when she went upstairs.

Reece turned over in her bed and looked at the clock. It was late in the afternoon. "Well, I suppose I don't really need the gym today," she snickered to herself. The slight whimpering besides the bed prompted her to reach down, scoop up the little dog and plunk him down on her chest. She immediately hissed through her teeth. "Ooo, gotta cut them nails, Little Man." As she stretched, she replayed the events of the night before in her head, absently stroking the puppy who had curled up contentedly in the crook of her shoulder.

Faith biting her inner thigh... a white-knuckled grip on the wrought iron headboard... Faith dribbling cold water onto overheated skin. The club owner's mind was all over the place; little fragments of last night cutting into each other, making her grin like mad. She couldn't believe how much her body could take, thinking she'd be tired or sore before this was over. She squeezed her legs together as a test. Nope, she chuckled to herself. Faith was, if anything, a quick learner and knew just how to touch her. Lick me... stroke me... Reece stopped petting Smudge and covered her face with her forearm. Oh god, I can't possibly be getting horny again! she groaned at her libido and sat up, narrowing her eyes at the area between her legs. "Don't even go there, you hear me?" she warned her own crotch. "Haven't you had enough?"

Smudge sat up, too, and looked at his Auntie Reece with a cocked head. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but there was no one else in the room, so she must be yelling at him. He whined and walked hesitantly across her lap and stared at her forgivingly, his little tail hitting her thigh rhythmically.

"Oh, come here little guy, I wasn't mad at you," she picked him up and kissed his nose and the happy pup wiggled like crazy as he tried to retaliate. "All right, that's... pthht... stop that... that's enough!" she chuckled as he licked her face like crazy. "Okay, okay... calm down," she soothed as he started to nip at her nose. She loved this pup and, although she grumbled to Faith about having to walk him, she secretly enjoyed their playtime together. Of course, she'd never admit this to anyone.

"Ow! Hey!" Smudge nipped her bottom lip a little too hard. After checking for blood, she put him on the bed and he crouched down, his little butt in the air, tail wagging like crazy. "Ap! Ap!" he dared her to come get him, his paws thumping on the bed. The tall club owner kicked the sheet off of her naked body, crouched down to his level, ass in the air, and barked right back. Of course, she'd never admit this to anyone either. If anyone even dared to think of her in this position, they'd have to die.

The pup went for her face; she went for his. Smudge feigned right; Reece swatted him back into the middle with her hand. He nipped her finger; she bit his paw. He nipped her nose; she lipped his ear. "Play time" at the Corbett-Ashford residence was a whole lot different than it used to be.

John packed up his make-up as Faith dressed in her street clothes. She was so happy that there was a shower facility on the set. There wasn't one at the TV show and she hated going home wearing all that makeup and hairspray. It had been a hard day on the set today; a lot of problems with equipment and they'd have to do many of today's scenes over again tomorrow, which probably meant they'd be working late to catch up. This did not please the actress. She'd had big plans for tomorrow... huge plans. Enormous plans. She was just about finished with her period and was more than ready for Reece's revenge.

"Ah, it's nothing," Faith lied and bent down to tie her sneaker. John's face appeared underneath hers and she had to laugh. "Okay, you're nuts, do you know that?"

"Well, we're going to run late tomorrow, I'm sure of it." John nodded with a sympathetic face. "It's just that I had plans for tomorrow night, ya know what I mean?" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh, I gotcha" He frowned too. "So, she's been keeping her word?" he asked with an amused smirk.

"Surprisingly enough, yes, and, with the things I've been doing to her..." she closed her eyes as a wave of sexual energy flowed over her, "she's going to get me back and I can't wait," she purred.

Faith stopped in surprise half way through the doorway to the bedroom. Reece was lying there on her side, naked, waiting for her, with an evil little grin.

"Hiya. You hungry?" she asked, producing a tub of Cool Whip from behind her back.

"Starved, baby," Faith cooed and slinked over to the bed. She tried to stick her finger into the creamy contents of the container, but it wouldn't go anywhere. "It's still frozen?"

"Oh? Got any ideas on how to fill the time?" Faith asked as she leaned over to kiss her lover.

Faith groaned at the thought. Last night she'd directed all her attention to Reece and didn't touch herself in any way. Not that she wasn't satisfied, but now that Reece mentioned it, her eyes narrowed with lust. "Any particular place you want me to come, Reece?" she purred, already slipping off her sneakers.

"Nope," the club owner stretched herself out on the bed and gestured to her naked body, "it's your personal playground, you choose." She folded her arms behind her head and grinned at the sight of Faith's leer.

The actress got up and flicked on the radio. She bent over and began to take off her socks when a rather catchy beat caused her to sway with it. A wide grin crossed her face. Suddenly, she stood up and held out her arms for Reece, "Come here, sit at the end of the bed."

"God, if you can only be this compliant all the time," Faith teased. "Just sit there," she shook a finger at her lover, "and don't move anything, not even your eyebrows." Reece furrowed said items and Faith snickered. "Patience, my dear."

Reece had a hard time controlling her eyebrows, and everything else, when Faith began to sway to the music. She had a very good idea where this was going and was certain that she couldn't obey her wish to sit still.

Faith started to dance seductively to the music, lifting her arms over her head and turning around. She bent over at the waist and gave Reece a close-up of her denim-clad ass, while she peeled off her other sock. She heard Reece shift on the bed, but let her get away with it. Standing back up and turning around, she began playing with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it slightly and then pulling it back down. She watched Reece's expression change to that of excited anticipation and grinned inwardly; this was sure to add tons of fuel to the fire, but she was sure she could handle it.

Reece gulped loudly as Faith's shirt was lifted high enough for her to see her bra. If there was one thing the club owner was a sucker for, it was a striptease. 'Tease' being the operative word here and her lover dropped her shirt back down. Blue eyes narrowed as the actress moved seductively around the floor.

Faith stopped between Reece's legs and presented her with her neck. Reece didn't disappoint and inhaled deeply, exhaling with a groan. Faith knew Reece loved to smell her skin and she used it to her advantage. Backing up a step, she reached under her shirt and opened her bra, watching her lover's blue eyes narrow slightly. Sliding her hands up her own arms, Faith slipped the straps down her shoulders and pulled the open bra out from her sleeve. Reece's gaze burned into her breasts, she felt her nipples harden from the intense stare.

Reece squirmed and focused all her energy towards keeping her arms at her sides. This was too good.

Faith ran her hands up her torso and stopped when they covered her breasts. "Do you want to see them? They're so hard for you." she asked coyly.

Reece nodded and licked her lips. Of course, she wanted to see them. What kind of question was that? She leaned forward and Faith put a hand out, stopping her progress.

"No, you have to stay there." Reece backed up again, so Faith began lifting her shirt slowly, still dancing to the music. As she neared exposing her breasts, she turned around. Pulling her shirt over her head, she gyrated her hips and heard her lover groan again. She covered her exposed breasts with her hands and turned around slowly, squeezing them together.

Reece's mouth watered. Faith's actions produced a deep cleft between her breasts and it was calling to her tongue. The club owner breathed a little heavier when the actress let a nipple peek out from between her fingers. She wanted to feel it between her teeth.

Faith slid her hands off her breasts and down her rib cage, stopping at the waist of her pants. She danced her way between Reece's legs and wiggled in front of her while she opened the button. "Pull the zipper down," she instructed. Reece's hands flew to her zipper. "With your teeth."

"Yeah..." Reece slipped off of the bed, onto her knees, resting her hands on Faith's swaying hips. She kissed across her lover's stomach until a hand on her forehead pushed her back.

The club owner grabbed the little tab between her teeth and pulled it down. Her nose brushed against the silky material of Faith's panties and she inhaled the delicious aroma of her lover's arousal. Relocating her hands to the shapely rear, she squeezed it as she burrowed her nose between Faith's legs. "Mmm, I wanna taste you."

The actress ignored Reece's request and backed up, dancing to the beat as she slowly slid her pants down to her knees. The tall woman, still on her knees groaned at the loss of contact and at the vision of Faith's ass when she turned around. Lifting herself onto the bed again, Reece leaned back on her hands and opened her legs, letting the air touch her wet sex. Watching Faith dance for her was driving her crazy.

When the actress turned back around, she grinned at the way her lover was gripping the bed. "Poor baby... are you getting all hot and bothered by me?"

"Patience," Faith snickered. She continued to dance to the music, seductively and teasingly until she thought Reece would tackle her and ravish her. She peeled her pants off of her legs and stepped out of them. She dropped to all fours and crawled to her lover, enjoying the look of lust in those baby blues.

Reece couldn't control it and she reflexively jerked her hips at Faith's nearness.

The actress leaned in as close as she could without touching the wet hairs in front of her. "I can feel the heat... you're so hot, baby," Faith purred, making sure she expelled as much air as possible when she spoke.

The tall woman groaned and opened her legs wider. "Wasn't this supposed to be about you?" she asked, twitching her hips at the feel of Faith's breath.

"Oh, yeah..." Faith lifted herself up into a kneeling position. She reached between her own legs and rubbed the crotch of her panties. Reece's eyes narrowed.

Faith grinned at her lover's expression. "That's right, you wanted to see, didn't you." Still kne