Private Dancer

Reece Corbett and Faith Ashford life experiences couldn't be any more different than night and day. Reece Corbett grew up on the mean streets of New York City; abused, used, and in trouble with the law. A mysterious man named Frank stepped in, pulled Reece from despair and saved her life. The obstinate, angry street thug eventually earned respect and makes a name for herself, not to mention a "reputation" despite the demons that still haunt her. When Frank dies suddenly, he leaves her his business, a Gentleman's Club called "The Lounge," which may be the only thing she takes pride in. That, and protecting her "girls," especially one freaky little dancer with a heart of gold named Cori the unspoken friend, ally and confidante of one Reece Corbett. Faith Ashford grew up wealthy with all the creature comforts that wealth provides. Country Clubs, a house in the Hampton's, and debutante balls with white gloves, taffeta and gardenias. There was one difference though, Faith wasn't like the other spoiled rich girls, she had no desire to follow those rather shallow footsteps, instead, she wished to follow her own dreams wherever they may lead her and those dreams lead the aspiring actress into a tenement in New York's Alphabet City, working the night shift in a rather seedy Lower East Side bar whose denizens, a sea of oddities, freaks, and frat boys that call themselves customers. Then one night an exotic dancer with electric blue hair wonders into Faith's bar. Cori of the myriad piercings and tattoos has no idea, but she would become the blonde's ultimate salvation in her moment of desperation, just as Frank was for Reece. Faith needed a break, she needed a change, and bartending at The Lounge would at least afford her something new, more new than she could possibly imagine in fact, a tall drink of water by the name of Reece Corbett who in turn had been looking for "this woman" all her life.

PART 1

REECE EMERGED FROM THE LARGE SHOWER and securely wrapped herself in the fluffy robe. Turning to grab another towel for her hair, she caught a sight of herself in the mirror over the sink. The harsh look reflected back was doubled by the insistent glare from the illuminated lighting. Once vibrant blue her eyes were now tired and dulled. Long, wet, black hair plastered erratically against her slumped shoulders and weary face. She sighed out loud, unhappy with her reflection. Trying on a few of her best smiles and striking her most confident poses, she frowned at the woman in the mirror, unconvinced. Approaching footfalls broke her out of the daze. She plopped heavily onto the chaise lounge. Disgusted with herself, she continued to dry her hair.

There was a slight tapping followed by a quiet, "Hey, you almost done?"

Reece bent her head between her knees to dry the underside of her thick hair, trying hard to recall the woman's name. Well at least I remember she's blonde, she chuckled dryly. "There's a full bath downstairs if you want." She was startled by the feel of hands on her shoulders.

"Mmm, I'd much rather share this one with you, baby."

The tall woman stood quickly, nearly throwing the blonde into the toilet. "I gotta get going. I have a busy day today. You have about a half hour 'til I leave. If you want a ride, hurry up."

With that, the dark haired woman strode out of the room leaving the smaller woman to wonder what on earth she did wrong. What she didn't know was that Reece Corbett hated the morning after. Hated herself, hated her needs, hated small talk, and hated the women who thought so little of themselves to sleep with a stranger. But only the next morning.

It had taken years for the striking woman to realize the affect she had on people. And she used it to her advantage.

Faith Ashford turned and fluffed her pillow violently for the fifth time this morning. It had been three months and still, her internal clock refused to reset. When she took the job at the bar, it was temporary. “Just until I can land a juicy role" were her exact words. Three months on the overnight shift, and she was completely miserable. Not only did she hate her job, but now it effectively sabotaged any chance she had at that juicy role. Looking like death warmed over from lack of sleep is definitely not the way... "Aarghh!" The blonde threw herself on her side and squeezed her tired green eyes shut, willing sleep to take her.

She allowed images of her family's beach house in the Hamptons to float behind her eyelids. She could almost smell the sea, laying on the deck and watching the waves roll in. It was so peaceful... So quiet... Slowly she drifted off with the sounds of ocean and seagulls.

Waiting for the turning signal, the tall brunette's hair was whipped around her face by the crisp October wind. It's almost time to put this baby in storage, she thought sadly, revving the Harley between her legs. She turned onto Greenwich Street on her way to the gym. If there's one thing in life Reece would admit to loving, it was her Fat Boy. It was the first thing she looked forward to when she woke up. She would dote on that machine as if it were her child. Come September, she was on her way down south, riding with the warm wind and nothing and nobody to stop her. She was already taking chances, as it was. NYC is not the best place for a motorcycle, regardless of the weather. And now with the club, she was forced to lock it away as the seasons changed. She was already looking forward to the warm weather.

Circling the block for the zillionth time, Reece wasn't the least bit surprised that there wasn't a sliver of space to park her baby. Without a second thought, she pulled it to a stop on the sidewalk. After chaining it to her satisfaction, she bounced up the steps to begin her second favorite part of her day.

Cori noticed the familiar rumble outside of the gym. While not a fanatic about working out she did get the urge to shape up every so often. Especially when the hottest bods in the Village were the scenery. Reece let her use her guest passes as often as needed, after all she did have a vested interest in Cori's body…however many tattoos and rings adorned it. Feeling the tall shadow approaching, the pink haired girl fibbed out loud..."47...48...49...50!" Grunting at the end for effect.

"Hey, Boss, fancy meeting you here," she panted.

Reece continued stretching and smirked. "50 leg curls? I'm impressed. And not even a drop of sweat. I wanna be just like you when I grow up."

"Fuck you asshole." Cori stuck her twice-pierced tongue out.

"Eat me, freak." Reece wiggled her once pierced tongue at her employee and got comfortable on the arm blaster.

Cori was shocked and amused. "Sooo, Butthead, how long have you had that? Don't tell me you had it when you chastised me for getting one. That would make you a hypocrite."

"Settle down, Beavis, I had this when you were plugging your first period," she strained out between lifts.

"Ew. That was just lovely. Hypocrite"

"Thanks, freak. I have to think of the clients. I run an..."

"...upscale establishment for the more respectable clientele. Yeah, yeah..." Cori butted in.

"But it's true, they don't like surprises. Spot me over here, will ya!"

"Um... Boss lady, I think they know what they're getting when they look at me." She twirled around for Reece's benefit.

"Freak."

"Dyke"

"Oh, yeah... that's mature. And now who's a hypocrite?"

"Fine. Just let's go, Body by Jake. I'm not here to spot your tight ass all morning."

"You want me." Reece chuckled.

"I had you and moved on," Cori countered.

"I ruined you for everyone else."

"Only for a week or two. But I got over it you, cocky fuck." She snorted.

Reece only shook her head. She couldn't for the life of her remember why she bedded the freak in the first place. Well she did have blonde hair, she thought. I'm a sucker for blonde hair and green eyes. Too bad it had been fake, on both accounts. She'd be quite the handful.

It was 5 pm when Faith crawled out of bed to a blast of freezing air. Living in a building such as this, she had long ago taken to sleeping with her sneakers on, and piles of blankets. Not only to avoid the cold, but to never have the experience of an unwelcome visitor touch any part of exposed skin again. She was dreading summer. It was a shock to the spoiled rich girl when she realized she was completely on her own. But the feisty blonde had perseverance, what with getting used to the odd looking pierced people, the pathetic looking junkies, and beggars. She learned the subway, and took self-defense classes at the Y after being followed one night. Unfortunately, this is where she lived, the best she could do on her salary and tips. The locals called it Alphabet City. No matter to her. Before she moved here, she had never even known that anything below 34th street existed, besides Wall Street, much less step foot in a neighborhood like this. After all, this was only temporary.

With a sigh, Faith started to strip off the layers. Turning on the illegal hot plates, she began the ritual of heating the pots of water, at the same time she filled the bath halfway with tepid tap water. It was bad enough to have a bathtub in the kitchen, she could at least have hot water. Instead, the girl who was used to opulent designer bathrooms had learned to take lukewarm baths in the middle of the kitchen. Showers were few and far between. In buildings as old as this, the shower stall was out in the hall and the rest of the 5th floor shared it. Only when she was absolutely sure that there was no one else around, would she take a quick one, armed with a crow bar just in case.

While quickly rinsing the last of the shampoo from her honey blonde hair over the sink, she was already anticipating her wake up coffee and pastry. The neighborhood might be bad, but within blocks were some of the best bakeries and restaurants she could ask for; cheap and delicious. Her favorite, Veniero's being only four blocks out of her way.

Grateful that she had gotten used to the chill, Faith locked all four locks behind her and gingerly made her way down the narrow stairs, stepping over the occasional junkie and drunk huddled here for warmth.

By the time Reece had set her baby in the garage and had the usual repetitive small talk with Pepe, the attendant, the money machine known as The Lounge was filling up. She sincerely doubted that his name was Pepe. If that were true, the fact that the last two were also named Pepe would be too weird. She nodded towards the bouncer, Sam, one time officer in the Army, now dishonorably discharged. (They asked, she told.) "Nice crowd, boss," Sam mentioned by way of hello.

Reece smiled and took the stairs two at a time. The sound of tacky dance music with way too much bass assaulted her ears. Hurrying through her club, nodding politely as she went, she fished out the keys to her sanctuary, solitude only reached when the door to her office was closed. Soundproof. It came with the club and she couldn't have been more thankful.

The tall brunette loaded the coffee machine and hovered over her big walnut desk. She wanted to sigh, but it would only send the already threatening mountain of paperwork to the floor. "I need an accountant," she stated to no one. “A sexy accountant." She grinned at the thought before bringing her attention back to her desk. It had only been a year since she became owner of the club and Reece was not at all prepared for the job. While she had a head for business, and a strong will to succeed in life, she had no patience for the paperwork. Frank had thought otherwise. Or he wouldn't have given it to her. He'd had undying faith in Reece. Something she couldn't seem to find in herself.

"Faith," she snorted, making smaller hills of paper. "Yeah, thanks, Uncle Frankie. I owe you one." She wasn't ungrateful about being left the club, just angry at Frankie for dying. She was bitter at the circumstances of her good fortune and not quite confident that she could pull this off on her own. There were people depending on her, and it was a whole new concept. There was never anybody but herself to worry about, or provide for. Now responsibility had a different meaning, and she wasn't sure she could handle it. She'd much rather be out on the open road, or watching the women who depended on her perform. The moment her ass hit the chair, there was a knock at the door.

The now blue haired Cori peeked her head in the door. "Knock knock? Ooo, I smell hazelnut?" She was already pouring herself a cup.

Reece glared at the woman. For some odd reason, she allowed this obnoxious person into her world. There was no explanation. Cori just wouldn't go away. A big money maker for the business, she was a persistent little fuck who didn't take no for an answer. In some ways, Reece respected her strength of character. Besides, if you're gonna look like that, you have to be strong. The tall woman chuckled.

"What? Don't like the blue? I can just throw the rest of the pink in and make it a tasty lavender..."

"No, not the blue. It's the entire image. You look like a clown. And by all means, make yourself comfortable," she added without raising her eyes from her work.

Cori sang circus music, while balancing on one foot with her cup on her nose.

Reece clapped her hands. "Oh, I'm impressed. You know they have a freak show at the Limelight."

"Aren't you hysterical. Wait, I can't breathe!" Cori fanned herself dramatically.

"And a pathetic little drama club up the street. Shouldn't you be out there showcasing these magnificent talents?"

"You'd cry if I left you. You need me."

Reece stopped adding for a moment and stared at the dancer. She was right. She might have acknowledged that fact, but she wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"So..." Cori took a gulp of caffeine. "It's Honey's birthday today and we're going out to celebrate. You wanna come?"

"Of course I wanna come, but not in a bar full of drunks." She smirked

"I'm sure the great pussy-meister had plenty of bar room quickies." Cori emptied her cup and stood.

The club owner gave a wicked smirk, but refused to say anything.

"It'll be good for you to hang out without the Reece Corbett fan club drooling on your boots for a change."

"You finished your coffee." Reese lifted her eyes but not her head.

"Observant. C'mon, it'll be fun." Noting that her boss had yet to blink, she added, "Ok, but we're meeting at The Tavern after hours. It's across from..."

"Thank you, Cori, I know where it is. I have work to do so, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." Cori, who had to have the last word, waited 'til the door was closed before yelling "TIGHT ASS!"

Halfway down the hall she heard a muffled "FREAK!" and chuckled.

It was exactly 3 in the morning by the time The Lounge was officially closed. Sam was sitting at the bar chatting with Honey about the mind's ability to play tricks on the body. While illegal in NY to serve alcohol in a club where a woman performs nude, it was perfectly okay to serve nonalcoholic beverages without bringing attention to that fact. When the customer asks for beer, he assumes he's getting beer. Sam had to periodically eject the "drunken" businessman, whose brain had convinced his body he was drunk. When that happens, the brain is tired and the man begins to think with his dick.

The girls were all prepared to leave when Reece strolled through the brightly lit club and fell into inspection mode. After sufficient scrutiny, she nodded at the crowd and proceeded towards the exit. "Happy Birthday, Honey. Lock up, Sam." And she was gone.

"You know, Cori," Sam spoke up. “I think she's opening up."

The girls laughed as they migrated to the door. Suddenly defensive, Cori backhanded Sam in the stomach.

"Shut up, Sarge. She's got... issues."

The dancer didn't know why, but she suddenly felt bad for her boss. There was a certain pattern to Reece's actions. She'd figure it out. No one deserves to be that sad. Climbing into the crowded cab, Cori thought about this. If she knew her boss, which she did, the brunette would be riding up to Henrietta's right now, taking over the pool table effortlessly. When bored with winning and without saying a word, she'd hand her helmet to one of the many women who'd been up her ass all night, take her home, and fuck her brains out. The dancer knows that scenario all too well. The next morning, Reece would be in a cranky mood. Cori figured her boss was looking to fill a void. Trying to compensate with sex. Shaking her blue head, she decided to forget about it for now. "Hey girls! Ready to Party?"

The blonde bartender wiped up what must have been two kegs of beer that night. Her feet were soaked, and the section between her upper thighs and her ribs felt waterlogged with liquor. Looking around at the sea of oddity that called themselves customers: bikers, punks, Goths, and the majority teenage frat boys she couldn't understand for the life of her why college kids had this need to inebriate themselves so thoroughly night after night. Dragging her hand through her hair for the hundredth time that night, she threw the rag on the bar and tried to will Mr. Politics to shut up already with her mind. She had been nodding and smiling for about two hours already and if the large tips he left meant anything, she was very convincing. But if she had to hear the name Monica Lewinsky one more time....

"Hey! Watch it, asshole!"

Well, that got her attention. She found the woman attached to the voice and quite openly stared. Mr. Politics, no longer having his audience, moved on to a table, and the oddest-looking woman sat in his place. She was about 5'6" with electric blue hair. A colorful tattoo snaked its way around the back of her neck, disappearing behind her shoulder. There was a ring with a bead through her left eyebrow, another through her right nostril, and a third through the right side of her bottom lip. Faith, in a moment of insanity, thought about what it would be like to thread a string through the hoops and control the woman's face like a marionette.

Temporarily amused she allowed her first real smile to cross her face. "What can I get you?"

"Cori... my name is Cori." She pointed out each woman at the table. "That's Debbie, Brandy, and that's Monica." Cori thought she heard the cute little bartender growl. "Can you send a couple of pitchers of Bass over to our table? I got the tab." Wow! She is something else. The dancer instantly saw the bartender in various stages of ecstasy. Faith glanced at the table of assorted women. "Sure, Cori. Glasses or mugs?" she smiled.

"Whatever..." Blue hair disappeared into the crowd.

The bartender whistled to the waitress, who from the looks of things was going to get laid any second. Temporary... this is just temporary, she chanted as she weaved through the crowd with two pitchers and six mugs extended well over her head.

"Thanks. This new addition is the birthday girl, Honey, and we intend on celebrating tonight." Cori gestured to the pretty bleached blonde.

Honey? Brandy? What are they... hookers? "I'll keep an eye out for empties then, ladies. Happy birthday." She smiled and returned to the bar. What an odd bunch, she mused. That Cori is a piece of work. She shook her head and smiled again. Gotta get her story.

Reece casually dropped the 8-ball for the third time that night, to the hoots and sneers of the crowd. Pool was the only legal sport she excelled at. Living on the streets since the age of thirteen, she made quite a bundle street fighting in her youth and eventually matured into the best debt collector in town. Until she was busted. Enough of this, I need to get laid. She scanned the crowd of women surrounding her and swore she could smell the arousal.

As much as she hated it, she used women to play out her frustrations. With her wild libido, sex became the perfect way to release the tension. Not to mention the surge of adrenaline and extra strokes to her ego that came with it. There was always a willing participant. All the talk of the dark haired woman's sexual abilities made sure of that. Reece lived up to her reputation. She never disappointed and was fierce in bed. She had her limitations… she never went down on anyone. I don't eat what I don't know. It ain't worth dying for. It was her law. There were a few who tried to sway her, but otherwise, no one complained and she was never at a loss for partners. Besides, by the time she was done with them, they never missed it.

She placed the cue across the table and walked intentionally towards the bar. Needing to release the energy tonight, she waited to see who would follow her. She felt the hand on her lower back. Ah. Bingo! She turned casually and swallowed the woman with her gaze. Looking up into eyes of ice, the woman blinked twice and told Reece her name. Blue eyes narrowed as the hand on her back worked around to her stomach and fingernails traced her abs. Growling, she leaned into the hand and wrapped her fingers around the back of the woman's neck. Pulling her nearly to her toes, she then bent down and took control of the offered mouth.

"How'd you like to get fucked?" she asked into an open mouth. A shudder was her only reply. The welcome feeling of power and adrenalin caused the taller woman to flare her nostrils. Yessss. Reece handed the stunned woman her helmet and guided her towards the door. Envious stares and dejected faces followed the pair on their path.

After the party had broken up, Cori had situated herself at the bar and was determined to get to know the adorable bartender. It was hard, but after a while the place emptied out and she was able to talk without shouting. Faith was born and raised in a very rich part of Long Island. She assumed the blonde was not on the best of terms with her family, or she wouldn't be working here. Why this place? She also learned that she was waiting for the role of her life to fall onto the big oak bar. Okay, so she was a bit naive. Smirking to herself, Cori figured she could teach her a few things. The more she looked at her, the more she realized that Faith was the exact woman Reece preferred. Blonde, green eyes, compact, fit. Okay, feisty wasn't on the boss' list of requirements but, hey, Cori liked feisty.

"So, Faith, what brings you to our fine city in the first place?"

The bartender looked up from washing glasses with a forced smile. "I needed to shake myself out of complacency."

"Uh huh. I knew it couldn't be the lure of piss-smelling subways and vomit in the park." Cori wasn't buying it. "Why..." She gestured to the door. "Why take a job in this neighborhood? Pardon me for assuming, but I think you're a mite too pure for Hell just yet."

Offended and caught, Faith shot back. "For your information, I took this job because it was close to home. And what makes you so sure I'm pure? You don't know me, and I really hope you're not basing your judgment on looks..."

"Home? You live here?" A hoop lifted with an eyebrow. No way!

"Yes. I live within walking distance. Now if you'll excuse me," Faith turned to finish cleaning but was stopped short by a belt loop caught on something. Reaching behind her she found a hand attached to fingers...looped through…. "Um, you can let go of me."

"Listen, Faith, I'm sorry. Sometimes my mouth gets ahead of me. I seem to get involved in peoples' lives without their consent."

"Ya think?"

"No, actually I don't, that's my problem. Let's start over. I like this bar and come here a lot. I've never seen you before and you just look a little out of place. I didn't mean any harm." Cori looked sincerely at softening green eyes.

Faith stuck out her hand. Truce. I'm a little on the defensive myself," she admitted. "I'm tired, I'm hungry, and my pants are fermenting."

Shaking the offered hand, the dancer stood up to pull the backpack off her shoulder. Producing a pair of rumpled jeans, and a very tiny thong, she pushed it into the blonde's chest. "Here, I always have clothes with me. Go change into this."

"Thank you! Oh God, you don't know how happy this makes me! I'll give them back, I promise. You know I've been here for months and I haven't met one single decent person yet."

Cori grinned at Faith's excitement. "Well, you're batting a thousand. Would you settle for slightly disturbed?"

"I'm pretty sure you're safe," a voice called from the kitchen. "They're a bit big, but they'll do. How the hell do you wear this thing all day?" The blonde came through the door with one hand tugging behind her in obvious discomfort.

Cori laughed. "You just pretend it's not there. Eventually you forget about it. Besides, there's no panty lines."

"It doesn't feel like its not there. Ugh," she groaned. "My stomach is protesting. I gotta get food."

The dancer liked the blonde. It was a warm kinda feeling. A friend. She could easily care for her. "Wanna go for breakfast or something? My treat?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

They grabbed the bartender's coat and headed out the door. You wanna go to Christine's?" Faith offered.

"You bet. I'm starved about now. I'm glad I got money."

They both laughed this time. The sun was just rising as the strangest of friends made their way through the quiet streets.

Reece opened her eyes at exactly 9:58. It never failed. No matter what time the alarm was set for, she preceded it by mere minutes. She stretched her long body, anticipating the kinks and cramps from last night's bout with Mary Lou Retton. Damn that girl could bend! Taking a mental inventory of her body, she felt pretty good. Nodding to herself, she left the comfort of the huge, cast iron, canopy bed and headed to the kitchen. As if detached from her body, her hands readied the coffee pot while she fought to keep her eyes open. Leaving the coffee to brew, Reece started towards the downstairs bathroom only banging her shin once on the dreadful table in the living room.

"Fuck!"

It was almost expected. Walk by the couch; knock your shin. For the life of her, she couldn't imagine a use for a table so close to the ground. This is how the house came to her and she kept it that way. "One day, though, I'll get around to that fuckin' table." Standing in the shower, the tall club owner made a mental note to herself to start buying furniture for humans. Just throw a few acrobats on that canopy bed and I can charge admission. She brought the washcloth between her legs and was not surprised that it felt good. No matter how many times she came with these women, it was never satisfying enough. It's like a Tylenol for a toothache; it just takes the edge off. It never really goes away. She knew that one day it would be there; the all-encompassing feeling of a mind-blowing orgasm. She knew it was possible, but she was pretty sure that love had something to do with it. Actually, it was sort of the reason why she kept trying. Reece never needed love to accomplish anything, and this would be no different…she'd be the proof of that.

The aroma of coffee wafted under the door. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she wrapped her hair in a towel and walked naked towards the scent. This time she avoided the table. If she could, Reece would erect a shrine to Juan Valdez and worship the coffee bean.

Cori fell out of bed to the sounds of chaos filtering through her bedroom door. "Shit," she groaned. "Not again." Her roommates were having yet another loud argument. They were best of friends, had a brief romance, and now it was impossible to live with them. Monica left Debbie for a man and Debbie was pitiful for weeks. This is why friends should stay friends. She threatened to throw them out, but always relented when they promised to behave, but that never lasted. Cori played referee, devil's advocate, and Dr. Ruth until she gave up, announcing that they can kill each other for all she cares, as long as they do it quietly. And of course, not get blood on her couch. Throwing open the door and hoping to deter stained furniture, she stalked into the living room right into the path of a flying vase full of roses. The yelp of pain effectively silenced the two women.

"You know..." She picked the thorns out of her skin.

"Cor..."

"...No." She held up a hand. "Its all fun and games until someone loses an eye." The dancer got to her feet and promptly fell back down with dizziness.

"Cori, I swear, it was an accident. It just slipped. Are you okay?" Monica, the thrower, was kneeling at her side.

"God, Monica, she's bleeding! You are such an asshole! What if you killed her!" Debbie yelled.

"I didn't mean it...the vase was too heavy…. "

Cori, who was not feeling all too well, thought she might mention that she was about to pass out.

"Um, ladies, I think I might hurl...." and she did.

"Ewww!" Both Debbie and Monica voiced their disgust.

Reece had been called off the leg press machine by the receptionist.

"Are you sure it's for me? Who would call me at the gym?" she wondered.

"Hysterical woman says she's Monica and she thinks she killed Cori."

"What? Those fucking idiots! I told her to throw their asses out." Reece was at the phone in a flash.

"No... listen… Mon... but... MONICA! SHUT UP! What hospital? I'll be right over. Calm down, and stay away from Debbie ‘til I get there."

Aware that her mouth had gone dry and her heart was pounding more than it should, she realized with disdain that she was feeling fear. She actually cared about the dancer. "Christ!" she muttered, "I knew it. I let her get to me, and now I'm fucked." She flung open her locker. "Goody, I have a friend." She threw on her jacket and left.

Ugh. Reece was very uncomfortable and had a ways to go before she reached the hospital. Rumbling towards the Battery tunnel, she was feeling the cold bite through her soaking wet sweats. She hadn't bothered changing and was just now realizing the practicality of her chaps and boots in winter, not to mention a dry shirt. "This better be the last time I have to do this," she said out loud. "Those two are out of there tonight." Out of the tunnel and freezing, she fished money out of her jacket.

"Where the hell is Methodist Hospital?" she yelled a little louder than she should have at the guy in the tollbooth.

He shrugged in response. Welcome to fucking Brooklyn, she thought sarcastically.

Finally, after much cursing and the occasional finger, Reece found the hospital and a parking spot. Hmm, she thought, it doesn't smell like a hospital...or look like one. Practically running through the corridor, she found the three disheveled women walking towards her. Cori looked up at the sound of squeaky sneakers.

"You called her?" She was shocked. More so that Reese actually came all the way here.

"What the fuck happened?"

Monica hid behind Debbie, who hid behind the injured party.

"Well? Talk to me!" Blue eyes were fuming.

"The FTD guy took a wrong turn and flew into me."

The tall woman crossed her arms on her chest and tapped her foot. If looks could kill, they would be administering last rites in the hallway.

Monica started to cry. "It was an accident! It slipped..."

"Well, Monica, I don't think we have to worry about that happening again." Uncrossing her arms and putting each one around the cowering women's shoulders, she led them away from the dancer. "Go sit there for a sec...."

"Boss lady, really, it's okay. We already talked about it..."

"...and they're moving tomorrow. Right? I don't need to worry about..."

"You were worried?" Cori was standing in front of the club owner. The other women took their chance and high tailed it out of there.

Reece walked over to the bench and put her helmet down. "Yeah, I was. You happy? Don't ask me why. I don't know yet myself..." She was cut off as arms grabbed her around the waist and a bloodstained bandage was under her chin.

"Why boss lady...if I didn't know better, I'd be inclined to think you cared about me," the dancer teased.

Reece threw her hands up in the air in protest.

Sensing the argument, her blue head looked up into a concerned face and said, "C'mon take me home. I'm okay. I just can't sleep tonight and I'm sure you can keep me awake." She wiggled her eyebrows, which made her head throb. She heard her new friend swallow nervously.

"Cori... I..." Reece backed away a step

"Stop, I'm just kidding. A night with you would kill me in my state." She tried to ease her friends discomfort, leaving herself wide open for the reply.

"It would kill you in Jersey, too." Reece took the bait.

"Ha ha," the dancer stated dryly. "Seriously though, I was wondering how long it would take for you to realize that you can care about someone and not have to fuck 'em. Really, Legs, I'm honored."

"I don't care about the people I fuck," she defended.

"You do now." Cori felt the body tense and silently gloated. "We can talk about my adventures in the bar last night. I met a sweet blonde you'd die for."

A dark eyebrow went up. "Yeah? Do tell." She grinned.

"Later. Let's just go, Arnold. You're killing me with your pits."

"You'll have to sit in front. I need to keep my eye on you. "

"Oh, and your arms too. Didn't you ever hear of deodorant?"

"Shut up, Freak."

"Fuck you, asshole." Yes, this is going to be fun.

"Puke on my bike and I'll kill you."

"Can you feel the warmth? Thanks for your concern."

"Anytime."

Faith was wandering through the West Village. This is more like it, she thought. The streets were much cleaner and tons quieter, the homes much nicer, the people friendlier. I could live here. No, I want to live here, she sighed. She wondered how this could be Manhattan. It looked as if it were a small town tucked into the city. Historic looking brownstones and red bricks lined the narrow, tree lined streets.

She wandered into the quaint little shops and bars, occasionally drawn to a Help Wanted sign. Unfortunately, with her clothes from the second hand stores, and her resume only being a bar in Alphabet City, Faith would not find employment here. She started to feel helpless and out of place, then angry at herself for it. God, get a grip girl! You wanted this! It was nearing time to get home and start the whole getting ready for work ritual. Work, she snorted. This isn't exactly how I pictured it.

Walking back towards the direction of the subway, the usually perky blonde was dragging her feet. She suddenly found herself feeling very homesick and horribly lonely. Acutely aware of where she was, and why. Tears started to fall and, try as she might; they wouldn't go away. Growing up, she was not allowed to show this kind of emotion. It wasn't proper or ladylike. Besides, it would embarrass her mother. Couldn't have that. So for the first time that she could remember Faith Ashford cried her eyes out, on the stoop of 12 Bank street, in someone else's jeans, and very alone.

The ride home was pretty much uneventful for the two women. Reece had insisted they go to her house. She had a guest room and privacy. The injured dancer feigned protest, but she really wanted to be there. It was all she thought about on the ride through the tunnel. The place was gorgeous. Some things were a bit tacky, but what do you expect from a titty club owner. It was two floors of decadence. There were two huge bathrooms, three bedrooms, a den, the kind of kitchen you see in magazines, and a living room to die for. You could rent out the hall closet as a room. It was bigger than her whole apartment.

Cori lived in Brooklyn all her life, knowing she'd never be able to live in Manhattan. Especially this area. Shit, she had to have roommates where she was now! As soon as she was able, she moved to Park Slope, using the excuse that it was closer to Manhattan, and really, it was the next best thing to being there. Truth be known, the neighborhood was nick named "Dyke Slope" and Cori just had to live there.

Turning off the West Side Highway, she got a childlike thrill of anticipation. Her nosy disposition was killing her. She heard the rumors that Reece had inherited the place from Frank as well, but the club owner made it clear that she didn't want to talk about Uncle Frankie. So Cori never got the whole story. Now she figured, with this little love fest she was feeling from the boss, it wouldn't be as hard to get her to open up as it had been. So many things the dancer wanted to know. So many blanks to fill in. She smiled, always loving a challenge.

Her smile faded as they rounded the corner on Bank street and Cori thought she saw the pretty bartender from last night Is that her? Is she crying? The bike circled the block again for a spot and Cori yelled to the driver, "Just drop me in front of the house. I'll wait on the stoop for you." Knowing there was a glare aimed at her behind the sunglasses, she continued. "I promise, Boss. I'll just sit there. You go get a spot. I don't feel much like walking." The bike came to a stop in front of #12.

That is her! What the...? She waited for Reece to pull away. "Faith? Is everything okay?"

No response.

"Hey." She smoothed the blonde's hair. "What's wrong? Don't cry."

The blonde looked up at the only person in the world that cared. Cori opened her arms and Faith fell into them with a loud sob.

"Oh Cori... I'm so sorry..." she hiccupped. "I don't know why this happened...I just can't stop crying."

The dancer pulled back and looked into the swollen green eyes, which widened when Faith noticed the bandage and rapidly bruising eye.

"Oh God, Cori... what happened?"

"It's nothing. I'm okay. It's you who I'm worried about."

"No dodging, you're hurt! What's up?"

"When dye jobs attack... it was a horrible thing." She mock shuddered. "Please, tell me why your sitting here crying." She lifted the blonde's chin.

Knowing when to back off, Faith answered, "I guess it's all hitting me at once. You know, what we talked about this morning. I just..."

Reece drove by again and paused. Upon seeing Cori's thumbs up and smile, she drove away on her quest for space.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Faith asked, "Who was that?" Cori hesitated.

Reading the pause all wrong she stood quickly. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interfere, I'll get going...I'm such an idiot."

"No wait! Faith, don't make me yell...please." It hurts. Cori grabbed for the blonde.

"No, I feel like such a moron. I should have realized..." She saw the tall figure approaching from the corner. "I'm okay. Really. I gotta go."

"I'm coming to see you at the bar... Faith!"

Shit! Cori must think I'm mental. I am so embarrassed. And her boyfriend...just imagine what she's going to tell him! She groaned. Oh, that's just some loony tune bartender I met yesterday... Please Cori, don't show up at the bar tonight. The bartender saw the time just then. She'd only have enough time to take a shower now.

The club owner raised an eyebrow in the direction of the blonde, who was walking away at a rapid pace.

"That was the bartender I met yesterday." Cori followed Reece into the house and locked the door.

"Oh? She looked kind of upset. I figured that's why you wanted off the bike. Break her heart?" She smirked. "Coffee?"

"Absofuckinlutely. And down girl, she's just a friend. Straight as a pin. Aahh." she sunk deeply into the couch. "This is heaven. Marry me?"

"HA! In your dreams. Isn't this the one you said would be right up my alley? A hysterical straight girl?" The tall woman disappeared into her bedroom.

"I could divorce you and get half. Yeah. I know it looks bad, but...she's adorable, has a hard little body, and incredible green eyes..."

"Is she a freak, too?" Reese popped her head out of the doorway to meet the pillow head on. "I'm taking a shower. If you want, you can have a bath in the guest room."

"No, she's quite the loaf of Wonder." Cori stood up and got a little dizzy. She fell down into the couch.

"Whoa there. You all right?"

"Just a bit woozy. I think I'll have that coffee before I move again." She opened her eyes to a naked goddess hovering over her.

"Sweet Jesus!" Holy shit! She's beautiful!

"Jesus? Cor? You goin' God on me?" she joked.

"No, but I just had an epiphany." She couldn't take her eyes off the boss' nakedness.

"I think I could sue you for some kind of sexual harassment." Reece grinned, and walked slowly back to her shower.

"Like you'd turn it down. Hey, why you walkin' like you're sexy?" Thinking a cool bath was a good idea after all, the dancer stood cautiously and headed towards the guest room. "Fuck!" Rubbing her shin. "Who buys a table like that?" she shouted, then heard a chuckle from the other room.

Later that afternoon, the two sat swallowed up in the couch and talked. Well, one talked the other nodded on occasion and kept an eye on the TV.

"...and then Mothra descended on the bar and casually ordered a Shirley Temple."

"Mmm hmmm."

"By that time, the cute blonde bartender was gyrating naked on the soda tap..."

"Mmm...WHAT?"

"You know, you could at least make it appear you are listening to me."

"Who was naked?"

"No one, pig. I was trying to get your attention. Now that I have it, you wanna know what I think?"

"No. This is the best part...they're going to cross the Bog of Stench." Reece broke into guffaws as rude flatulent sounds came out of the TV. In stereo.

Cori, not getting the humor, shook her head in wonder. "So if I sat here and farted, you'd listen to me?" she pouted.

"Aw c'mon... that's funny!" she snorted on the inhale.

"Ooo, that's attractive. Do your ho's get to hear that? Or do you save it for your close warm personals?"

"Apparently I'm not going to watch this movie without you yapping." She flicked off the TV and turned around to stare at Cori in mock awe.

"Stop that. I can't concentrate when you do that. It's like looking into a hot flame."

"Well, I'm listening. So talk."

Averting her eyes from the blue gaze, she started to tell her about the bartender. "...and I think it might be a good idea to ask her maybe to work at the club." She looked up, hopeful.

"How do you do that without breathing?'

"Really, what do you think?"

"Well, you said she's a mean bartender, and feisty. We need feisty." She thought about it.

Cori started a nice shoulder massage on the tall woman. "She's real cute too. I bet she'd turn out a lot of repeat customers."

The boss' head fell forward and she groaned. "Mmm, we do need another girl behind the bar on weekends." She had already made up her mind, but hell if she was giving up this massage.

"Coax me more."

"You fuck head. You taking advantage of a sick woman?"

"Okay, bring her in tomorrow. Since there's no work for you ‘til Friday, it'll give you the opportunity to get Little Miss Hardbody with the green eyes into your bed."

"I..." She slapped Reece in the back of the head, "...am not a pig like you. Besides, I have the wrong parts. But I'm sure you can work around it," she teased.

"Well, just bring her in. I have no more room for toasters."

Cori was having a magnificent dream. It was this afternoon again, but this time the scene played out differently. The tall, muscular, naked body was moving on top of hers...she could hear the sounds of sex loud and clear. She bolted upright at the sound of the crash.

"Fuckin' ay!" Reflex caused her to curse her roommates. Her pounding head caused her to flop back into the pillow. "Oh man" she whined. After realizing she was in the guest room at the boss' place, she froze at the moan that accompanied a loud thud. "Shit Reece!" Still disoriented, and a bit pissed that she was roused out of a much-deserved sleep, not to mention the dream, she stumbled to the door. The sight that confronted her took a while to filter through her sleep fogged brain. What the fuck is that? Ok, that's definitely Reece, but... OH! She blushed furiously.

The boss had grown an appendage in the shape of a woman—a half naked, gyrating woman—whose legs were wrapped tightly around the taller woman's waist. By the looks of things, she was about to be mauled right there against the wall. Oh god... I shouldn't be watching this...  she thought, still wound up from the images in her dream. But when it came time for her feet to move...they wouldn't.

Reece had started towards the stairs, then turned and aimed for the couch. No, go upstairs, inwardly groaned the dancer. The tall woman growled and assisted the body around hers in its movement. I'm supposed to sleep NOW? she thought. She watched as Reece sat with the appendage still firmly attached, and buried her face in breasts. Heavy breathing filled the room, Cori's included. Then the woman threw her head back and groaned loudly, obviously on the receiving end of a talented tongue. Reece dug her nails harder into the humping ass and grunted. The tall woman then swept a booted foot across the table, clearing it of its contents. She leaned forward, depositing the flavor of the evening on her back, apparently not the least bit worried about waking her houseguest.

Gee thanks, boss lady. You're a gem.

At this time, the club owner was aware of the voyeur and, for her benefit, started going on in detail about what she was going to do to the woman. The appendage shuddered and groaned in anticipation. Cori did too, in sympathy. The tall woman shot a very lecherous glare at the dancer.

"Gonna stand there all night?"

Mortified, Cori slapped her in the back of the head. "Geez, didn't anybody ever tell you its rude to talk with a nipple in your teeth?" and she stalked off to the guest room. She heard her boss chuckle. It would seem the appendage was oblivious.

Morning saw the two women sitting across from one another. One fidgeting and staring into her coffee, the other highly amused at her friend's discomfort.

"Get any sleep last night, Cor?"

"Fuck you, animal."

Reece chuckled. "No, I fucked her like an animal. I knew I'd find a use for that table."

"Yeah, so I heard." Cori got up to leave the room. "I'll never be able to look at that table the same way."

"You jealous?" She clicked her tongue piercing against her teeth. "I heard you too, you know."

"What?" The dancer quickly turned back around.

"When we came in. I heard you, moaning and such. You were having some dream, huh?" She wasn't going to tell her she heard her saying her name. Cori would never look at her in the eye again.

"No, actually I felt sick to my stomach. And I don't know how you could have heard anything other than that tramp you were carrying around." The blush was betraying her, so she hurried to the guest room. "I'm jumping in the shower so I can get home. I'm gonna stop by the bar tonight and talk to Faith about the job. Oh, thanks by the way."

"What, for last night? My pleasure."

"You're so fuckin' full of yourself, you know that?" she yelled from the bathroom.

A bit later, while standing under the hot spray, a teasing voice wafted through the room. "The shower massage detaches, horn dog."

Blushing again, Cori thought about it. She never did finish that dream, and after listening to those two... "What the hell." She took full advantage of the situation.

Reece was well into finishing her allotted work for the evening, when there was a knock on her office door. "Go away," she bellowed. She had every intention of celebrating her accounting skills by going home, ordering Chinese, and sitting like a lump in front of the television. No one will ruin my party, she thought. The door opened and a purple head appeared.

"Woman, you're gonna be bald come Thursday. What do you want?"

"I, um, I brought a friend...okay?"

"Ooo, for me?" she wiggled her eyebrows. "You gonna watch this time, too?"

Cori shot her a glare that said "BE NICE!"

         "You know it took me a lot of convincing today to get her to come here. I actually had to tell her you were nice."

         Reece rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air. "Yeah, yeah...come in." She stood up to walk around her desk. "Does she do bookkeeping? I could use a bookkeeper..." She was struck speechless by the woman standing in front of her. Shit! It's her! Shitfuckpiss!

         Faith looked up at the sound of the sexy voice. Then kept looking up and up, until she reached a sea of blue. God damn! She is gorgeous!

         Cori, extremely amused by the two women staring slack jawed at each other, took their hands and clasped them together in a handshake. They both jumped at the contact. Faith blushed furiously at her very unusual reaction. Reece cleared her throat and shook her head as if to shake the feeling loose. It didn't work. She had been looking for this woman for as long as she could remember. And it took Cori, her freak, to find her.

         Finally Cori spoke. "Um, Reece Corbett, Faith Ashford. This is the woman I met at the bar."

         Silence.

         "Boss? You were going to talk to her about employment opportunities?” She stressed the last two words to get the tall woman's attention back to earth.

         "Yeah, the bartender." She blinked a few times. "Sure, um, so..." What happened to my tongue?

         Faith just stood there silently. There was a strange feeling in her stomach and she had no idea what it was. She was also a little embarrassed. This striking woman was obviously in some sort of trouble and she was beginning to think it was her.

         "Why don't I go show her around the place first. You can meet us by the bar, boss lady." Cori could not, for the life of her, remember seeing Reece so uncomfortable before. If she didn't know better, she'd swear the boss was smitten.

         Reece sat down on the edge of her desk. "What the hell was that?" she wondered. "A woman steps out of my dreams and into my office and I become an asshole?" She pounded her leg with a fist. "Get a grip!" she scolded herself.

         The great Casanova was about to fall.

         *  

         Walking through the club, Faith was more than a bit surprised. So this is what a strip joint looks like, she thought. It was nothing like she assumed. It was far from sleazy or dirty. The customers were wearing ties, and the girls looked healthy enough. She began recognizing faces. Ah... She now put two and two together from the first night at the bar.

         "So, is Cori your real name?"

         "Yeah. But I'm the only dancer who uses my real name here." She smiled at the blonde. "Let me take your coat and I'll introduce you to a few people."

         Cori saw her boss when one of the moving lights caught the crystal blue gaze. Following its path, she smirked when she saw Faith meet the stare and shiver. Oh boy...this is gonna be good!

         What the heck? Faith felt all the hairs stand up on her body and instinctively turned towards the source. God...why is this happening to me? She was getting worried. Maybe she was getting sick. No, she felt wonderful. Maybe she needed sleep. Yeah...that's it. Sleep. Like that was going to happen anytime soon. The pipes in her building were banging so loud now, it wasn't even funny, and the new neighbors played speed metal all day.

         "...hon? Are you listening to me?"

         "Oh, Cori, I'm sorry. I am so tired, I must have zoned out for a moment." There it was again! Blue eyes averted their gaze and the tall woman disappeared in the darkness. "So... She owns this place? Unusual for a woman, isn't it?"

         "Sure, but we don't consider her a woman."

         "Oh? So tell me about her. What's it like working for her? Is she nice? Does she treat you well?"

         After answering all the questions, and being bombarded by more, all about Reece, Cori could have laughed out loud. Well, I'll be damned...she has it bad. Poor thing. If only it wasn't Reece. She couldn't let her get anywhere near the cute, little blonde. She would chew her up and spit her out. Think of the devil...

         The club owner was making a rare appearance at the bar. Faith took stock of the woman as she approached. Long, strong legs wrapped neatly in black denim and thick, square-toed boots. A silky looking cotton turtleneck, maybe Egyptian cotton, she thought, covering well developed but not bulky arms, nice lean abdomen, perfect breasts... Perfect breasts? I'm looking at her breasts? That way? I'm not a lesbian! But this woman, and butterflies in my stomach...am I?

         Cori followed Faith's eyes...raising her own eyebrow at the bold appraisal. She glanced at Reece who had also noticed the green eyes and where they were paused. Her nipples hardened under the scrutiny...she began to blush hotly. Cori's mouth fell open and both eyebrows and the ring were nearly in her hairline at this reaction. Reece? BLUSHING? No fucking way...

         The club owner caught the incredulous gawk aimed in her direction. Fuck... Not ever feeling quite so ill at ease before, she really didn't know how to act. Joking is always good, she thought.

         "So...is Cori playing nice? Or should I fire her?" She followed it with a smile when the green eyes looked at her in disbelief.

         "Oh, no. Actually, she was singing your praises, Ms. Corbett."

         Cori nearly shot soda out of her nose.

         "Reece, please, it's Reece." The tall woman narrowed her eyes into a very menacing glare at the purple haired dancer, who immediately stopped laughing. If there was one thing she could not tolerate it was people laughing at her. She'd blinded people for a mere chuckle.

         Faith felt the danger in that look and subconsciously backed away. "Sorry...Reece," she stammered.

         "Oh great, boss, scare her half to death why don't you." Cori turned to the blonde and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Here, I'll introduce you to the other girls. She's harmless really. A pussycat if you stroke her right." She shot a look at her boss, who was feeling a cross between regret and shock at hearing how Cori described her.

         "A pussycat? I'll show you a pussycat. FREAK!" And she stomped off to her office. You could hear the door slam even over the music. Everybody winced.

         *  

         Faith looked back over her shoulder at the tall woman stalking off into the darkness. "Shit, Cori, did I do that?"

         "No, babe, she does it to herself. She's a real piece of work. You'll get used to her moods. But really, I think she likes you." That is the biggest understatement ever, she thought. "That is...if you still want to work here." They settled at the bar.

         "Well, I'm not sure." I can't afford those clothes, she thought. "These women look like a Victoria's Secret catalog. I don't think I'd be comfortable at all..."

         "Bullshit, you are one hot little number, Faith. Trust me, you'll do just fine. I have a few things at home that would suit you perfectly. Show off your best assets." She went out on a limb here. "And once Reece gets one look at you in the outfits I have planned...well, the next time a door is slammed around here, I bet you'll be on the other side with her."

         The blush that covered the cute little blonde's neck was all the answer she needed. Now, how was she going to get to the boss lady without her own neck being snapped? She grinned widely. I just love a challenge.

         Faith knew she would die of embarrassment. Was it that obvious? How did Cori know what she was thinking? God! She saw me looking at her breasts! Just kill me. But I liked looking at her breasts. And then there was that feeling in her stomach again.

         Cori saw the internal struggle and decided to end it. "Hey. You wanna meet my ex roomies?"

         "What? Ex? What happened?" Faith asked, thankful for the change of subject.

         "Reece threw them out. It was for my own good. Now I gotta find new roommates."

         "She threw out your roommates? Cori, I don't get it. I don't get her." Or why she makes me feel like this, she said to herself.

         "Oh, stick with me and I'll make sure you get it." Faith was about to cut in. "Come on, I'm not blind. It looks to me as if you have a tiny little crush on Tall, Dark, and Sexy. I can help you out if you let me."

         "Cori, I don't know what is going on." She lowered her eyes. "I'm not a lesbian, at least I don't think so. I never thought about another woman...well, like that, and I am not exactly comfortable with all of this either." She gestured around the club. "I mean I'm okay with you guys, and with the club and all...I am not homophobic or anything...." She looked into Cori's sympathetic eyes. "I don't know what I mean. I just don't feel comfortable is all. Thanks for trying to help me. I better get home." She got up from the chair and headed towards the door. Please let me make it out before I cry.

         "Please, Faith. Let’s talk about it. I'll get you a cab and we'll go get something to eat?" She tried to convince the blonde with food. Noticing her face sink lower, it hit her. Everything made sense. The job, where she lived, the fact that she was still wearing the pants she lent her... She has no money! "My treat. I owe you for dragging you here anyway."

         "No thanks, Cori. Its very nice of you, but..." Her stomach rumbled louder than the bus that went by. "Um, I'll catch the subway and eat at home."

         "You are not taking the subway at this hour. I refuse to let you. Come on." She grabbed her by the bicep and pulled her into the waiting cab. "No refusals. We have to talk."

         *  

         After properly chastising herself and her behavior, the club owner was sitting on the office couch with her head in her hands. She started to question her feelings. Sure the blonde was a knockout, but so were a lot of the women she bedded. Why did this one feel different? I don't even know her. Damn, she was practically undressing me with her eyes. But that happens all the time too. Why did it feel like her eyes were actually touching my body? Why did I react that way? Why the hell did my mouth go dry at the idea of Faith really touching me? "I need to get laid. That's all. I need to get out and get laid." She grabbed her helmet and her jacket and headed out with determination. She stopped short in the doorway after seeing Cori and the blonde on the sidewalk. "Sam, what's up?"

         "Well, Faith wants to take the subway and Cori don't like it."

         "Ah, good for Cori." She hadn't taken her eyes off of the bartender. She looked so sad. I wonder why? "No one should ever make her frown."

         "Yeah, it doesn't become her at all."

         Reece was not aware she had spoken that last thought out loud.

         "Well no, it doesn't," she covered. Seeing them get into a cab, she made a mental note to talk to Cori about a potential new roommate with blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Which just locked into hers, for a brief moment. A strange feeling tickled down her spine and landed in her knees. Laid. I need to get laid. "Later, Sam."

         "Safe home, boss."

         *  

         "Earth to Faith...do you read me?"

         "Sorry. It’s just...she looks so..."

         "Hot? Sexy?"

         "No, determined. Like she's on a mission."

         "You got that right. She's going to make an appearance at the Reece Corbett Fan Club." She received a puzzled look. "I'll explain the enigma that is Reece over some good food. Okay?"

         "Why do I have this feeling that I don't want to know?"

         "Oh, I think you want to know everything about her."

         Faith rolled her eyes. But inside, she really did want to know everything. Where she lived, what she liked, what she slept in, how she smelled, what her skin felt like. A very large shudder passed through her. She glanced at Cori, who was giving her the raised ring and a smirk. Well, she thought, you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em. "You know, you should have pierced the other eyebrow. You don't look cocky, just silly with it bouncing around on your head."

         "Yeah. How did you know I was shooting for cocky?"

         "Shut up. Let’s go eat. You have some things you wanted to tell me." Faith decided to venture into Reece's world.

         The two women found themselves in the Village. By the time they had their menus, they noticed a familiar figure idling at the light on the corner. Another figure that apparently couldn't keep her hands to herself was draped around her from behind. Legs and all. "Wow!" Cori said. "She was fast tonight! Must be horny as all hell."

         "Okay, Cori, spit it out. What is that all about?"

         *  

         Reece couldn't help but see the purple hair in the window. Or the other woman gaping at her. She suddenly felt like she was doing something wrong. As if she were hurting the little blonde. She felt teeth at her neck and the insistent pressing against her lower back. Laid. I need to get laid.

         *  

         "Oh!" The redhead underneath her cried out. Reece was fucking her with all she had, her fingers plunging deep within the woman. All she needed was to get laid. She snagged a nipple with her teeth. The woman gasped.

         Reece pushed back harder against the raised leg, in attempt to come again. The first one did absolutely nothing to squash the flame in her groin. Looking down at the stranger in her bed suddenly disgusted her. She sneered and closed her eyes. The woman groaned loudly. She didn't want to hear her. "Shut up," she said, and bit harder at the tender flesh. The woman whimpered. "I said shut up." The elusive orgasm was killing her.

         "Sorry...Reece."

         Oh, the image of Faith saying those exact words flashed before her eyelids. She rubbed herself harder against the already soaked thigh. She could feel the woman closing tightly around her fingers. She saw Faith in her bed...green eyes staring back at her with need... The woman started to shudder...then she yelled. Reece opened her eyes and watched as the stranger, not Faith, succumbed to her. She didn't want her there any more. She rolled off of her and lay there hating herself. Fingers made their way between her legs. "No, don't touch me. Just go."

         The woman looked hurt. Oh fuck. "Look, I'm not feeling so good. I'll see you again sometime. Okay?"

         Well, at least she smiled. Reece watched as the woman got dressed and smiled again as she let herself out. She rolled over onto her stomach and groaned. The throbbing in her crotch had not eased at all. The cause of the ache started to come back to mind. She turned back over as the image in her head rolled on top of her, touching her. Her hands followed the path that her green-eyed lover took. It felt like nothing ever had. In no time, her fantasy had taken her to places she only dreamed of. This was just what she needed. "Oh, Faith!" she cried as the powerful climax shook her very being. "Jesus!" she breathed at the feelings that overwhelmed her entire body. When she finally came back to reality, she rolled over on her stomach and clutched her pillow tightly. Tears were in her eyes and she had no idea why. Blinking them away, she realized Faith was the one. That frightened her like nothing before.

         *  

         The bartender was lying in her bed as the sun peeked into her room. God. The things Cori had told her. Faith was wide awake, her mind buzzing with all this information: the club, Frankie, Monica, and mostly Reece. So I'm not the only one, huh? Everybody slept with her. Cori even slept with her! And did she have to be so graphic? She had an idea Cori knew exactly what she was doing to her. So, it’s okay that I want her to touch me, and after hearing those stories, all I'd have to do is ask. "Hey, Reece, touch me." Yeah right. Hmmm, the thought of Reece touching her was not at all as unpleasant as the thought of asking her.

         She started thinking up a scenario, what would happen if Reece did touch her. She'd love to run her fingers through that silky looking black hair, smell her perfume, and feel her arms around her. That wasn't unpleasant either; in fact it was very nice. She wanted to be the one that the tall gorgeous woman took home tonight. She imagined that she was on the back of the bike, wrapped around the muscular body. The feeling moved from her stomach to between her legs. It was a long time since she was this aroused. Her thoughts started becoming much more detailed. Damn Cori to hell. Reece was touching her all right, touching and biting and licking. Faith couldn't move fast enough for her fantasy. She was panting and sweating before her blue-eyed lover had even touched her where she needed it most. When she finally did, Faith gasped at how wet she was. Unable to control the fantasy, she let it take her to new places. Touching herself never felt so good in her whole life. It was like Reece was really there, doing incredible things to her body. She began trembling almost violently and grabbed a pillow to smother the name she screamed as she came. "Holy shit!" she gasped. "What the hell was that?" Wow, she thought, imagine what the real thing would do. She was totally drained and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

         *  

         Faith woke feeling better than she had in ages. She grabbed her crow bar and bounced into the hallway, celebrating her mood with a much-deserved shower. She grabbed all her dirty under clothes to wash with her. Last night still fresh in her mind, she let out a long breath and shook her head at how intense her body had reacted to a mere fantasy. So...I guess this means I'm attracted to women, a woman, that woman. Mmm, the tingling was back in her stomach, but she welcomed it now. She could have Reece in the flesh if she wanted. Cori made sure to make a point of telling her how easy it was to have her. Funny, she didn't feel so uncomfortable about it now.

         She turned off the water and toweled off her hair. Actually, she felt excited at the prospect of bedding her, feeling her move with her, against her. Oh, better not go there now, kiddo, you got things to do. Wrapping her robe tightly around her, she made her way back to the apartment to start her day. She agreed to the job, and today she would be shopping for some tight, revealing clothes. Working at The Lounge would triple her pay and, if she looked good enough, add hundreds in tips. She would give her notice at The Tavern tonight. This, too, made her tingly, but in a different, new adventure kind of way.

         *  

         After the gym, Reece found herself in Brooklyn, knocking on her dancer friend's door. When no one answered for a while, she began to become unreasonably jealous, thinking that maybe Cori had spent the night with Faith. And why not? Because I don't want her to! she fumed. When the door finally opened, the dancer looked like she hadn't slept a wink and this fuelled Reece's anger. "You're a fucking ho you know that?"

         "Gee, good morning to you too. What crawled up your ass this morning? And why did it do so at this hour?"

         "Is she here?" The tall woman was furious.

         "Who?" Reece pushed her aside and marched into the house. "Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

         Finding the house empty, completely empty, she was ashamed enough to offer an apology. She turned to face the narrowed eyes pointing at her, "No one, sorry 'bout that. You look like shit. Rough night?" She walked into the kitchen.

         Cori watched as her boss plopped her body down in the chair, and her helmet and booted feet on the table, clearly expecting coffee. "Reece, what do you want?"

         "Nothing. I just thought without Tyson and Holyfield, you'd be lonely. You got coffee?"

         "It’s 10 am, I didn't get but two hours sleep." She yawned for effectiveness.

         "Then you could use some coffee, too. So who or what did you do last night?"

         "Put your eyebrow away, I didn't sleep with her. As if it was any of your business. We talked...about you...all night long." Cori attempted to make coffee, but the yawning was making her eyes tear up too much. "Do this. I'm blind."

         "About me?" She scooped the grinds into the machine. "All night?"

         "It seems Miss Thing is intrigued by the great Reece Corbett."

         "Yeah?" she smirked. "Why do you think that is?" She was actually nervous.

         "She wants you boss, real bad." She noticed the relief cross the other woman’s face. "You gonna fuck her?"

         "No! I mean, I don't know. I don't want to hurt her." She might be able to get out of this... "I mean, what if she falls in love with me? They do, you know. Then what?" She turned to fill two mugs with the brew. "Can’t have her working for me all broken hearted, can I?"

         "Hurt her, huh?" the dancer smirked. "You are so full of shit. You are afraid of her, aren't you?" She saw the woman's back stiffen. Yep, nail on head. "You're afraid that she'll break your heart. Am I right?" The shoulders fell.

         "No, I don't have a heart remember? I think you said that to me after you slapped my face." She turned around and Cori saw the depth of her hurt.

         "Come on, Reece. Look at me. I’ve known you how long now? It’s okay to feel something besides anger and release once in a while. I know you have it in you somewhere. Love is a beautiful thing. If it’s gonna take a little blonde haired bartender to pull it out of you, why argue? If you want to know what I think..."

         "Not really."

         "...I think she's just what you need."

         Images of the night before came back to her, and she started to blush. Oh, she was what I needed all right! she thought. Exactly what I needed. Chancing a look at Cori, she winced at the look of amusement.

         "Boss, why does she make you blush? Honestly."

         "Honestly?" Oh, this will be good for shock value. "You might not have fucked her last night, but I did."

         "You what? Ohhh, you didn't?" She saw the smirk and the wink. "You pig. Did the woman know?"

         "She had already gone." She wiggled her eyebrows and leered.

         "I have news for you...the way I left our little friend...I bet she let you." That ought to do it. One candle burning at both ends...coming right up.

         Reece just swallowed really hard. The thought of Faith pleasuring herself, calling her name... Oh god, repeat performance, my bed, tonight

         *  

         It was getting windier and colder every day. Reece finally admitted to herself that it was time to put the motorcycle away for the winter. Never really being without the bike for more than a few days, she felt like she was saying goodbye to a part of herself. I suppose I have to buy a warmer coat too, she thought with a frown. It had been so long since she spent a winter up north, she forgot how cold it could get. Shopping was not her favorite pastime, and was usually avoided. A fifteen minute trip to The Levi's Store was considered a spree. Tying the last of the heavy tarp over the machine, she sighed loudly, catching Pepe's attention.

         "Don't worry, I'll keep it safe," he said reassuringly.

         "No doubts, amigo." She shivered a little. Well, lets go get that coat.

         She wandered towards the closest area to shop, Times Square. It was a tourists' haven, and she deliberately avoided any slow moving groups of people with cameras. Anything you can possibly purchase can be found on 42nd street. The tall woman was amazed how people could be fascinated by neon and some billboards.

         After a long while, many elbows and a few growls later, the scowling woman settled on a jacket, hailed a cab, and plopped her aggravated self in the back seat. The vat of vile car freshener and near deafening foreign music added to her mood. Closing her eyes and laying her head back, she tried to relax and think calming thoughts before she had an aneurysm. Deep breaths would only kill her at this point. In moments, an image of the gorgeous blonde named Faith, lounging in a bubble filled tub danced across her eyelids. While not exactly calming, it was a welcome thought, and she smiled despite the blaring horns and lurching cab ride.

         Reece melted willingly into the green eyes in her mind; she was horny in an instant, only to be jolted into reality by a recording of Jackie Mason reminding her to take her belongings. How does he listen to that crap all day? she wondered and shoved the money into the little drawer in the partition. Taking the steps two at a time, she headed straight for the Jacuzzi, leaving a trail of clothing in her wake. There was some unfinished business to tend to with a certain green-eyed lady, and she was eager to get to it.

         *  

         Cori managed to fall back to sleep after the boss had left. It wasn't long before the phone rang and she answered it with a growl. It was a very perky Faith asking her to come shopping with her. "Oh hey! Sorry, sure," the sleepy dancer agreed. "If I may, why the hell are you so damned cheerful?"

         "Oh, no biggie." My fantasy Reece had me screaming like a banshee....

         "Anything to do with our talk last night?" Cori was crossing her fingers.

         Yup, thanks to your details. "You can say that." The grin was almost audible. "C'mon, you said something about dressing me up?"

         "You bet!" She remembered Faith's monetary situation and though of the best place to barter. "Hey, let's go to 14th street, they have tons of street vendors and it's a bargain hunter's dream."

         "Cor, I heard everything there fell off the back of a truck. I'm not so sure I want "hot" stuff on my body." Too late. It was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

         "I beg to differ. And I'm sure Reece has been called worse."

         "CORI!"

         "Stop blushing like that, my phone is melting." She heard a groan.

         They met at the coffee shop from last night. Faith got there first, grabbed a window booth, and ordered a giant coffee for her friend. Her thoughts drifted immediately to Reece. Walking up the stairs from the subway, Cori saw her friend's dream like stare and the coffee waiting for her and smiled.

         "Large, black, three sugars." The blonde pushed the cup towards the dancer.

         "Oh, bless you, child." She took a large swallow of the brew. The blissful expression on her face was like looking at dope addict getting a fix. Her friend matched her expression. "What's up, Mary Sunshine?"

         "Nothing, can't I enjoy the day?" Her friend gave the eyebrow. "I'm excited about getting a new job and shopping okay?"

         "Uh huh. That's the ‘I can't wait to go shopping' glow if I ever saw it. Oh wait, maybe it's the ‘new job' blush."

         "All right already! I did some thinking about what you said last night." She didn't know where to start.

         "And...."

         "Um, well, I guess I admit to being attracted to Reece. " She blushed again. "While that's all well and good, I don't think I know how to do anything about it, I mean, um, what do I do now?"

         Cori was very amused at her friend's admission. "So in other words, you want to know how get Reece into your bed. Right?"

         "Uhm...well, no. Before that...I want more than sex," she struggled to explain herself.

         "Oh, I see. You want to be her friend. Reece doesn't have friends."

         "You're her friend, aren't you?"

         Cori frowned. "I like to consider myself her friend, but I don't think you'll get that much out of her."

         "I'm not going to be one of her whores. I want her to know me. After all you told me about her, I feel like I know her already. It would be different if I didn't. I'm not a toy."

         "You're serious? I'm sorry, honey, but Reece doesn't have relationships; she fucks and moves on."

         "I think I could be different." Faith looked confident

         "Listen, please don't romanticize about her. She'll break your heart. While I know for a fact she wants you, and you might actually have a chance at getting closer than many, Aphrodite isn't about to descend on her. And if she saw it coming, she'd be sure to push it away. My advice is to get what you can."

         "I intend to get what I want, not what I can." Faith stood up and put on her coat. "C'mon, I have some convincing clothing to buy, and you have to help me."

         "Faith, you don't want to start this. Not with her, please, none of us can take the backlash," Cori pleaded

         "Don't worry, trust me, everything will be fine. Now, no more talk about it. Let's shop!"

         The dancer frowned. As much as she wanted to see these two together, she couldn't help feeling like someone was going to get hurt big time. She'd have to have a talk with Reece, and she wasn't sure this was a good thing.

         *  

         The Lounge was pretty crowded when Reece arrived. She was feeling rather cocky tonight and decided to wander around the club, taking in the scenery for a while before locking herself away in the office. Monica noticed her first and she elbowed Debbie, who elbowed Honey, who in turn skittered off to the dressing room to tell the others. It was very rare that the boss prowled around the club like this. It reminded Monica of when Reece was a fixture at the bar, running collection errands for Frankie, or bouncing some asshole out on his ear.

         The dancers loved her and she took full advantage of that, never at a loss for pussy. Monica swore that Frankie encouraged her to sleep with them, always disappearing into a secluded corner with a dancer, and sometimes not so subtly right there in your face. The tall, dark woman had a certain air around her. It was almost like you could see the electricity crackling off of her body. But it was her eyes that captured the attention. Some of the girls swore it was like being hypnotized; they never had a chance. She laughed a lot more then too. God she was gorgeous when she smiled. Monica grinned at her memories.

         Since Frankie died, the spark was gone and the fiery blue faded to dull and sad. She had always kept to herself and, in those days, you could probably find her staring into space lips pursed in thought. But she was never sad. Since she became owner of the place, she was hardly ever out of her office, if she came in at all, and she never fucked the girls any more, either. Monica was silently hoping that this was her big chance to have the boss, never having the opportunity of being "picked" in the past.

         *  

         "Shit, Faith! We are so late! Reece is going to kill me!"

         "She wont actually kill you, Cor. Calm down, we're almost there. Besides, how do you know she'll even be there yet? She's probably stuck in traffic anyway."

         The dancer didn't look any less upset. "I'm going to call. One of the girls will have to cover for me. Oh, and she locked up the bike for the winter, so traffic isn't the answer." She dug into her backpack for a quarter.

         "Oh, she did? Yeah, I guess you'd have to. I mean you can't ride in the snow." Crap! Faith really wanted to be on the back of that baby so she could wrap herself around that woman. After the dream she had this morning, she wanted so bad to work out the details of foreplay on a moving bike.

         "What? Oh, man. Thanks." She hung up the phone and leaned her head on it.Is she nuts? Can't she wait ‘til Faith gets there?

         "Ew, Cori. You don't know what touched that receiver last. What happened?" The bartender ran to catch up with her.

         "Boss lady is making rounds tonight."

         "But you said she doesn't do that any more." Faith looked crestfallen "No, I don't think it's about that. The girls think she's prowling too, but I think there's something else on her mind, especially since she knows you're starting tonight." They turned the corner to the club. "Open that coat and let me look at you, girl!"

         Faith made a show of flashing Cori, and inadvertently Sam, who blushed. "Oh yeah, you're going to knock ‘em dead."

         Sam let out a wolf whistle, startling them both into laughter. "You ain't kidding!"

         "Oh! Hi, Sam. Ya think so? ‘Cuz I have my sights set on an apartment with its own toilet."

         Cori grabbed her around the waist, "C'mon, let's sneak into the dressing room before anyone else sees us."

         *  

         Monica had all but thrown herself at the club owner. She gyrated, humped, and bumped all over the place trying to catch her attention. Reece noticed the extra effort, but wasn't interested. Sure Monica was hot; long legs, dark hair...gorgeous...but not her type. The other girls vied for her attention, too, leaving Reece very amused. She knew her own reputation well and did nothing to change it. She liked what they were up to and it made her even cockier. She flirted with the girls, toyed with a few waitresses, even tipped one of the dancers, but it didn't feel the same. She wasn't the least bit interested in any one of them. Here she was, women falling all over her, but she couldn't find what she was looking for.

         She noted that Cori wasn't around, and this disturbed her. What if Faith changed her mind? She got a knot in her stomach thinking about it. She also just noticed the waitress straddling her legs, just short of a lap dance. She put her hands on the girl's waist, lifted her up, and placed her aside as she stood up to leave. Suddenly feeling extremely frustrated, she immediately grew tense. "Shouldn't you be paying attention to the men?" she asked sharply, before stalking off to find out where Cori was with the woman who invaded her dreams.

         Cori and Faith were just exiting the dressing room when they caught sight of a very agitated Reece storming towards her office. They were about to duck back inside when the ice blue lasers pinned them to the spot. "Uh oh," Cori whispered. Faith just swallowed hard. The boss stopped short when she saw the fear in the green eyes. She opened her fists and tried to stop her jaw muscles from clenching.

         "Uh, hey. Great, you're here". She stretched her fingers unconsciously, but Faith saw an invitation and took it. Reece swallowed and tried to block the tingling feeling out.

         "So, you're going to work the bar for the waitresses for now. Just until you get the feel of it, okay?" She didn't want to release the smaller hand and, if she could, she'd hold it all night.

         The bartender wasn't complaining and she didn't want to let go either. Nodding in agreement, she never lost eye contact. "I'm a little nervous and a bit uncomfortable in this outfit, but I think I'll be okay."

         The taller woman broke the gaze to take in the smaller woman. Wow! Her mouth fell open at the sight before her. God, now I really know what she looks like half naked.

         The blonde blushed scarlet with the attention, but she welcomed every ogle the beautiful woman gave her. Besides, it made her stomach do that thing.

         Cori, silently taking it all in, was shocked yet thrilled to see the boss react in such a way. "Fierce, huh? I thought she'd look good in fishnets. How about the dress?"

         The dress? Reece was still lingering at the garter. Looking up slowly, her mouth went dry as her eyes traced every curve the little Lycra dress clung to. She wanted to be that dress.

         "Boss?"

         "Umm, yeah. Unbelievable. It looks...you look great. Good luck tonight." She tore herself away and tried to act as casual as she could walking to her office. Which wasn't easy, considering she might have just experienced the first simultaneous heart attack/orgasm in the world.

         *  

         Cori and Faith stood there looking at each other, and then in the direction of the anticipated slam. After which, Cori ushered the new bartender to her place and ran down the list of faux mixed drinks as quickly as possible.

         "When in doubt, improvise. But never make it a bright color." She puffed out her chest and deepened her voice in imitation. "Real men don't drink pink."

         "Thanks, Cor. Where you going?"

         "I got something to do real quick. I'll be back to check on you before my first set." She kissed her cheek and took off.

         Knowing the boss, she had to hurry or Reece would be running out of the door in search of a quick fuck. She stood outside the office door and composed herself, thinking of the best way to approach this fascinating new development. The dancer never would have thought she'd bear witness to a crack in the facade. Snickering, she stood poised to knock when the door flew open, presenting a very high-strung woman, and she nearly fell on her face.

         "You gonna stand out there all night?" It was more of a statement, with her eyebrow asking the question.

         "God! I hate when you do that! Can I talk to you about something?"

         "Make it quick, I gotta go."

         Cori stood in the office while Reece leaned on her desk. The dancer took stock of the woman...her leg bouncing rapidly, twisting a pen like a baton. The boss was wound up tight, and this might not be a good idea. Her palms started to sweat and she was about to get up and leave when a hand on her thigh startled her.

         "What? You can't talk all of a sudden?" Reese got up and began to pace.

         "Um, yeah. No! I just was wondering...." she floundered.

         Reece was getting agitated and stood in front of her with her arms folded across her chest. "You were just wondering. So what else is new?"

         "Um, could you do me a favor?" Cori had given up on her original idea of teasing the boss about her weakness. Now she just wanted to get out of there and pick this up after Reece was less "edgy".

         "Depends." The tall woman had her jacket and gloves on already and was walking towards the door. "What kind of favor?"

         Cori had an idea, "Can I stay at your place today? I mean, I'm not too comfortable in that house by myself."

         "That's what got you so nervous? She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

         "Well, I want to bring company...." She cringed waiting for the explosion, but all the tall woman did was tap her foot and open the door.

         "What, did you tell some chick that you lived in my place?" she snickered. "Need to impress someone?"

         "No! I had plans with someone and, well, I can't break them now, and like I said, my place is...yeah, well I guess I don't really want to entertain in my shit hole, so, yeah, you're right."

         "Not only don't I believe you, but that was so awful, I have to see what this friend is like. She must be something else if she's able to make you make an ass of yourself. C'mon, I got business to attend to."

         The boss was sweating now.

         "Thanks, Reece. You won't regret it."

         She opened the desk drawer and tossed the dancer her spare house keys. "I think I already do. Go on, you're up in five minutes."

         "Oh, and don't tire yourself out."

         "Oh? What's it to you?"

         "Nothing, go get laid before you explode."

         "Thanks, I needed your permission."

         *  

         Faith was doing great at the bar, but she wished she could wait on the customers. As much as she hated the stupid chatter at The Tavern, she missed the interaction. It made the night go faster, and she was much more busy. Oh, the waitresses were sweethearts and shared the tips with her, but she was rather lonely. When she wasn't daydreaming about Reece, which she did often, her curious nature had her making up life stories and scenarios about the customers that came and went, and that helped her pass the time.

         The music stopped and the announcer warbled something to the crowd, which started a ruckus. She looked towards the stage to see the big fuss and a little spotlight was fixed on Cori. She fought the urge to turn away, even though it felt like she was looking at her own sister moving about suggestively in her underwear. Watching her best friend parade around shaking her parts almost made her angry, until she saw the amount of money she accumulated. Just then, Cori started to disrobe and Faith couldn't help turning away.

         Oh man, I could never do that. I give her credit. The crowd was cheering wildly and she peeked again. To her amazement, there was a small pile of bills on the stage and Cori was swinging around naked on the pole, her garter was completely full of money. Holy shit...there must be a hundred dollars there! she thought in awe.

         *  

         Meanwhile, Reece was on her way to her favorite place wondering what Cori meant by that last comment. "Why wouldn't she want me to tire myself out? What does she care? Unless...nah, she wouldn't want, but maybe her date..." She mentally slapped herself. "Cut it out, you need to get rid of this tension, she's right. You're going to explode, you predictable slut."

         She started to think about what she was doing and this was bad. She'd hastily find a woman, be unreasonably hostile with the poor girl, and wind up having either a terrible time, or really rough sex. The latter not usually bothering her much, but with the images that kept popping into her head lately, this would never do. The last thing she wanted to do was manhandle her little fantasy woman, and it was bound to ruin her evening.

         Shit! Now what? This was bad, very bad. Not only had the blonde been slipping into her dreams, now she was letting her disrupt her real life. She thought about Faith, about approaching her, maybe seducing her. With an evil grin she thought, Yeah, just do it. Just go up to her, tell her like it is, and take her to your office.

         The tall, extremely frustrated woman started walking back towards the club. No, I can't do that. Cori said she was better than that. Fuck, I'm not better than that, what the hell do I care? She does have the hots for me anyway. She stopped walking, and felt something odd inside, a sick feeling when she thought of using Faith for her own benefit. Man! I am losing my mind! Okay, let's stay predictable and go get laid. She started towards the subway, changed her mind again and just started home, deciding a really long walk would do her good. She kept herself focused on a cold shower and a hot coffee, which was very hard to do since she had always thought with her crotch at times like this.

         *  

         Back in the dressing room at The Lounge, Cori was changing for her next set, when Faith came in for her break.

         "C'mere, Blondie." She patted the overstuffed chair, "Sorry I didn't get to check up on you...how'd it go?"

         "That's okay. It went great, smooth. I got it covered. How'd you do?"

         "Oh, not so good, I got $93 and a food stamp. Assholes."

         Faith's eyes bugged out. "That's not good? $93? Shit, girl, that's a weeks worth of tips at my old job, and you still got another set!"

         "What...you want to dance now, too?"

         "I couldn't, but the money...nah, I can't." She was fidgeting just thinking about it.

         "Okay, chica, but if you change your mind, just tell me. I'll show you how it's done." With that, she bumped and ground her way around the chair, making them both giggle. "Hey, you want to get some coffee? I could use a cup."

         "Yeah, but I don't want Reece to get mad if I leave."

         "Are you kidding? She won't be back tonight. She went out..." The dancer narrowed her eyes and looked evil, "...on a mission. She took one look at you and needed to get laid."

         "Oh, come on. You don't expect me to believe that." She got a serious look in response. "Yeah?" she smirked. "Wow, I guess it's working then, huh?"

         "Uh huh. But I don't want you getting in too deep with her just yet. Yeah, she wants you, but let's get her to want to know you first. I have another plan that just might work." She dangled the keys.

         "What's that?"

         "Boss' keys, now you get to see how the other half lives."

         "Oh, I know how they live. I was the other half remember?"

         "Oh yeah, sorry. Hey, speaking of living, why don't you come stay with me? I'm not going to be able to foot the rent myself and you want to move so bad, you can taste it."

         "You mean that? I'd love it! How much do I need to give you for security? I need to know how much I have to save."

         "Nah, no bother, just move in now, and you'll pay me half the rent next month. Get yourself settled in, you know?"

         The bartender was trying not to cry. She wrapped her arms around the dancer and hugged her. "You are a godsend do you know that? I'm so lucky to have met you. Thank you."

         "No, Blondie, thank you. I'm the lucky one. Hey, let's go get that java, I want to tell you what I have in mind for tonight."

         "If it involves a certain tall boss, do tell." They started to walk.

         "You're too much. Yes it does. We'll go over there...after she's gotten her fix, if you know what I mean. She's easier to talk to that way, and all I can get her to talk about is sex really. So we have a plus, we talk about sex, she joins in, and we can play a sort of twisted version of truth or dare. I don't know if she'll go that far, but it's worth a try. Did I tell you we're spending the night there?"

         The bartender ordered her coffee and thought about the implications of sleeping at the boss'.

         "She has the most awesome bath tub...in the bathroom...with a shower...."

         "Okay, okay. I just don't know if I'm ready for this. What if she gets the wrong idea and thinks I'm like the rest of her conquests?"

         "I took care of that already. I hope." They entered The Lounge and Faith settled back behind the bar. "Good luck on the next set, Cor."

         "Thanks, roomie."

         *  

         It was getting windier and colder every day. Reece finally admitted to herself that it was time to put the motorcycle away for the winter. Never really being without the bike for more than a few days, she felt like she was saying goodbye to a part of herself. I suppose I have to buy a warmer coat too, she thought with a frown. It had been so long since she spent a winter up north, she forgot how cold it could get. Shopping was not her favorite pastime, and was usually avoided. A fifteen minute trip to The Levi's Store was considered a spree. Tying the last of the heavy tarp over the machine, she sighed loudly, catching Pepe's attention.

         "Don't worry, I'll keep it safe," he said reassuringly.

         "No doubts, amigo." She shivered a little. Well, lets go get that coat.

         She wandered towards the closest area to shop, Times Square. It was a tourists' haven, and she deliberately avoided any slow moving groups of people with cameras. Anything you can possibly purchase can be found on 42nd street. The tall woman was amazed how people could be fascinated by neon and some billboards.

         After a long while, many elbows and a few growls later, the scowling woman settled on a jacket, hailed a cab, and plopped her aggravated self in the back seat. The vat of vile car freshener and near deafening foreign music added to her mood. Closing her eyes and laying her head back, she tried to relax and think calming thoughts before she had an aneurysm. Deep breaths would only kill her at this point. In moments, an image of the gorgeous blonde named Faith, lounging in a bubble filled tub danced across her eyelids. While not exactly calming, it was a welcome thought, and she smiled despite the blaring horns and lurching cab ride.

         Reece melted willingly into the green eyes in her mind; she was horny in an instant, only to be jolted into reality by a recording of Jackie Mason reminding her to take her belongings. How does he listen to that crap all day? she wondered and shoved the money into the little drawer in the partition. Taking the steps two at a time, she headed straight for the Jacuzzi, leaving a trail of clothing in her wake. There was some unfinished business to tend to with a certain green-eyed lady, and she was eager to get to it.

         *  

         Cori managed to fall back to sleep after the boss had left. It wasn't long before the phone rang and she answered it with a growl. It was a very perky Faith asking her to come shopping with her. "Oh hey! Sorry, sure," the sleepy dancer agreed. "If I may, why the hell are you so damned cheerful?"

         "Oh, no biggie." My fantasy Reece had me screaming like a banshee....

         "Anything to do with our talk last night?" Cori was crossing her fingers.

         Yup, thanks to your details. "You can say that." The grin was almost audible. "C'mon, you said something about dressing me up?"

         "You bet!" She remembered Faith's monetary situation and though of the best place to barter. "Hey, let's go to 14th street, they have tons of street vendors and it's a bargain hunter's dream."

         "Cor, I heard everything there fell off the back of a truck. I'm not so sure I want "hot" stuff on my body." Too late. It was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

         "I beg to differ. And I'm sure Reece has been called worse."

         "CORI!"

         "Stop blushing like that, my phone is melting." She heard a groan.

         They met at the coffee shop from last night. Faith got there first, grabbed a window booth, and ordered a giant coffee for her friend. Her thoughts drifted immediately to Reece. Walking up the stairs from the subway, Cori saw her friend's dream like stare and the coffee waiting for her and smiled.

         "Large, black, three sugars." The blonde pushed the cup towards the dancer.

         "Oh, bless you, child." She took a large swallow of the brew. The blissful expression on her face was like looking at dope addict getting a fix. Her friend matched her expression. "What's up, Mary Sunshine?"

         "Nothing, can't I enjoy the day?" Her friend gave the eyebrow. "I'm excited about getting a new job and shopping okay?"

         "Uh huh. That's the ‘I can't wait to go shopping' glow if I ever saw it. Oh wait, maybe it's the ‘new job' blush."

         "All right already! I did some thinking about what you said last night." She didn't know where to start.

         "And...."

         "Um, well, I guess I admit to being attracted to Reece. " She blushed again. "While that's all well and good, I don't think I know how to do anything about it, I mean, um, what do I do now?"

         Cori was very amused at her friend's admission. "So in other words, you want to know how get Reece into your bed. Right?"

         "Uhm...well, no. Before that...I want more than sex," she struggled to explain herself.

         "Oh, I see. You want to be her friend. Reece doesn't have friends."

         "You're her friend, aren't you?"

         Cori frowned. "I like to consider myself her friend, but I don't think you'll get that much out of her."

         "I'm not going to be one of her whores. I want her to know me. After all you told me about her, I feel like I know her already. It would be different if I didn't. I'm not a toy."

         "You're serious? I'm sorry, honey, but Reece doesn't have relationships; she fucks and moves on."

         "I think I could be different." Faith looked confident

         "Listen, please don't romanticize about her. She'll break your heart. While I know for a fact she wants you, and you might actually have a chance at getting closer than many, Aphrodite isn't about to descend on her. And if she saw it coming, she'd be sure to push it away. My advice is to get what you can."

         "I intend to get what I want, not what I can." Faith stood up and put on her coat. "C'mon, I have some convincing clothing to buy, and you have to help me."

         "Faith, you don't want to start this. Not with her, please, none of us can take the backlash," Cori pleaded

         "Don't worry, trust me, everything will be fine. Now, no more talk about it. Let's shop!"

         The dancer frowned. As much as she wanted to see these two together, she couldn't help feeling like someone was going to get hurt big time. She'd have to have a talk with Reece, and she wasn't sure this was a good thing.

         *  

         The Lounge was pretty crowded when Reece arrived. She was feeling rather cocky tonight and decided to wander around the club, taking in the scenery for a while before locking herself away in the office. Monica noticed her first and she elbowed Debbie, who elbowed Honey, who in turn skittered off to the dressing room to tell the others. It was very rare that the boss prowled around the club like this. It reminded Monica of when Reece was a fixture at the bar, running collection errands for Frankie, or bouncing some asshole out on his ear.

         The dancers loved her and she took full advantage of that, never at a loss for pussy. Monica swore that Frankie encouraged her to sleep with them, always disappearing into a secluded corner with a dancer, and sometimes not so subtly right there in your face. The tall, dark woman had a certain air around her. It was almost like you could see the electricity crackling off of her body. But it was her eyes that captured the attention. Some of the girls swore it was like being hypnotized; they never had a chance. She laughed a lot more then too. God she was gorgeous when she smiled. Monica grinned at her memories.

         Since Frankie died, the spark was gone and the fiery blue faded to dull and sad. She had always kept to herself and, in those days, you could probably find her staring into space lips pursed in thought. But she was never sad. Since she became owner of the place, she was hardly ever out of her office, if she came in at all, and she never fucked the girls any more, either. Monica was silently hoping that this was her big chance to have the boss, never having the opportunity of being "picked" in the past.

         *  

         "Shit, Faith! We are so late! Reece is going to kill me!"

         "She wont actually kill you, Cor. Calm down, we're almost there. Besides, how do you know she'll even be there yet? She's probably stuck in traffic anyway."

         The dancer didn't look any less upset. "I'm going to call. One of the girls will have to cover for me. Oh, and she locked up the bike for the winter, so traffic isn't the answer." She dug into her backpack for a quarter.

         "Oh, she did? Yeah, I guess you'd have to. I mean you can't ride in the snow." Crap! Faith really wanted to be on the back of that baby so she could wrap herself around that woman. After the dream she had this morning, she wanted so bad to work out the details of foreplay on a moving bike.

         "What? Oh, man. Thanks." She hung up the phone and leaned her head on it.Is she nuts? Can't she wait ‘til Faith gets there?

         "Ew, Cori. You don't know what touched that receiver last. What happened?" The bartender ran to catch up with her.

         "Boss lady is making rounds tonight."

         "But you said she doesn't do that any more." Faith looked crestfallen "No, I don't think it's about that. The girls think she's prowling too, but I think there's something else on her mind, especially since she knows you're starting tonight." They turned the corner to the club. "Open that coat and let me look at you, girl!"

         Faith made a show of flashing Cori, and inadvertently Sam, who blushed. "Oh yeah, you're going to knock ‘em dead."

         Sam let out a wolf whistle, startling them both into laughter. "You ain't kidding!"

         "Oh! Hi, Sam. Ya think so? ‘Cuz I have my sights set on an apartment with its own toilet."

         Cori grabbed her around the waist, "C'mon, let's sneak into the dressing room before anyone else sees us."

         *  

         Monica had all but thrown herself at the club owner. She gyrated, humped, and bumped all over the place trying to catch her attention. Reece noticed the extra effort, but wasn't interested. Sure Monica was hot; long legs, dark hair...gorgeous...but not her type. The other girls vied for her attention, too, leaving Reece very amused. She knew her own reputation well and did nothing to change it. She liked what they were up to and it made her even cockier. She flirted with the girls, toyed with a few waitresses, even tipped one of the dancers, but it didn't feel the same. She wasn't the least bit interested in any one of them. Here she was, women falling all over her, but she couldn't find what she was looking for.

         She noted that Cori wasn't around, and this disturbed her. What if Faith changed her mind? She got a knot in her stomach thinking about it. She also just noticed the waitress straddling her legs, just short of a lap dance. She put her hands on the girl's waist, lifted her up, and placed her aside as she stood up to leave. Suddenly feeling extremely frustrated, she immediately grew tense. "Shouldn't you be paying attention to the men?" she asked sharply, before stalking off to find out where Cori was with the woman who invaded her dreams.

         Cori and Faith were just exiting the dressing room when they caught sight of a very agitated Reece storming towards her office. They were about to duck back inside when the ice blue lasers pinned them to the spot. "Uh oh," Cori whispered. Faith just swallowed hard. The boss stopped short when she saw the fear in the green eyes. She opened her fists and tried to stop her jaw muscles from clenching.

         "Uh, hey. Great, you're here". She stretched her fingers unconsciously, but Faith saw an invitation and took it. Reece swallowed and tried to block the tingling feeling out.

         "So, you're going to work the bar for the waitresses for now. Just until you get the feel of it, okay?" She didn't want to release the smaller hand and, if she could, she'd hold it all night.

         The bartender wasn't complaining and she didn't want to let go either. Nodding in agreement, she never lost eye contact. "I'm a little nervous and a bit uncomfortable in this outfit, but I think I'll be okay."

         The taller woman broke the gaze to take in the smaller woman. Wow! Her mouth fell open at the sight before her. God, now I really know what she looks like half naked.

         The blonde blushed scarlet with the attention, but she welcomed every ogle the beautiful woman gave her. Besides, it made her stomach do that thing.

         Cori, silently taking it all in, was shocked yet thrilled to see the boss react in such a way. "Fierce, huh? I thought she'd look good in fishnets. How about the dress?"

         The dress? Reece was still lingering at the garter. Looking up slowly, her mouth went dry as her eyes traced every curve the little Lycra dress clung to. She wanted to be that dress.

         "Boss?"

         "Umm, yeah. Unbelievable. It looks...you look great. Good luck tonight." She tore herself away and tried to act as casual as she could walking to her office. Which wasn't easy, considering she might have just experienced the first simultaneous heart attack/orgasm in the world.

         *  

         Cori and Faith stood there looking at each other, and then in the direction of the anticipated slam. After which, Cori ushered the new bartender to her place and ran down the list of faux mixed drinks as quickly as possible.

         "When in doubt, improvise. But never make it a bright color." She puffed out her chest and deepened her voice in imitation. "Real men don't drink pink."

         "Thanks, Cor. Where you going?"

         "I got something to do real quick. I'll be back to check on you before my first set." She kissed her cheek and took off.

         Knowing the boss, she had to hurry or Reece would be running out of the door in search of a quick fuck. She stood outside the office door and composed herself, thinking of the best way to approach this fascinating new development. The dancer never would have thought she'd bear witness to a crack in the facade. Snickering, she stood poised to knock when the door flew open, presenting a very high-strung woman, and she nearly fell on her face.

         "You gonna stand out there all night?" It was more of a statement, with her eyebrow asking the question.

         "God! I hate when you do that! Can I talk to you about something?"

         "Make it quick, I gotta go."

         Cori stood in the office while Reece leaned on her desk. The dancer took stock of the woman...her leg bouncing rapidly, twisting a pen like a baton. The boss was wound up tight, and this might not be a good idea. Her palms started to sweat and she was about to get up and leave when a hand on her thigh startled her.

         "What? You can't talk all of a sudden?" Reese got up and began to pace.

         "Um, yeah. No! I just was wondering...." she floundered.

         Reece was getting agitated and stood in front of her with her arms folded across her chest. "You were just wondering. So what else is new?"

         "Um, could you do me a favor?" Cori had given up on her original idea of teasing the boss about her weakness. Now she just wanted to get out of there and pick this up after Reece was less "edgy".

         "Depends." The tall woman had her jacket and gloves on already and was walking towards the door. "What kind of favor?"

         Cori had an idea, "Can I stay at your place today? I mean, I'm not too comfortable in that house by myself."

         "That's what got you so nervous? She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

         "Well, I want to bring company...." She cringed waiting for the explosion, but all the tall woman did was tap her foot and open the door.

         "What, did you tell some chick that you lived in my place?" she snickered. "Need to impress someone?"

         "No! I had plans with someone and, well, I can't break them now, and like I said, my place is...yeah, well I guess I don't really want to entertain in my shit hole, so, yeah, you're right."

         "Not only don't I believe you, but that was so awful, I have to see what this friend is like. She must be something else if she's able to make you make an ass of yourself. C'mon, I got business to attend to."

         The boss was sweating now.

         "Thanks, Reece. You won't regret it."

         She opened the desk drawer and tossed the dancer her spare house keys. "I think I already do. Go on, you're up in five minutes."

         "Oh, and don't tire yourself out."

         "Oh? What's it to you?"

         "Nothing, go get laid before you explode."

         "Thanks, I needed your permission."

         *  

         Faith was doing great at the bar, but she wished she could wait on the customers. As much as she hated the stupid chatter at The Tavern, she missed the interaction. It made the night go faster, and she was much more busy. Oh, the waitresses were sweethearts and shared the tips with her, but she was rather lonely. When she wasn't daydreaming about Reece, which she did often, her curious nature had her making up life stories and scenarios about the customers that came and went, and that helped her pass the time.

         The music stopped and the announcer warbled something to the crowd, which started a ruckus. She looked towards the stage to see the big fuss and a little spotlight was fixed on Cori. She fought the urge to turn away, even though it felt like she was looking at her own sister moving about suggestively in her underwear. Watching her best friend parade around shaking her parts almost made her angry, until she saw the amount of money she accumulated. Just then, Cori started to disrobe and Faith couldn't help turning away.

         Oh man, I could never do that. I give her credit. The crowd was cheering wildly and she peeked again. To her amazement, there was a small pile of bills on the stage and Cori was swinging around naked on the pole, her garter was completely full of money. Holy shit...there must be a hundred dollars there! she thought in awe.

         *  

         Meanwhile, Reece was on her way to her favorite place wondering what Cori meant by that last comment. "Why wouldn't she want me to tire myself out? What does she care? Unless...nah, she wouldn't want, but maybe her date..." She mentally slapped herself. "Cut it out, you need to get rid of this tension, she's right. You're going to explode, you predictable slut."

         She started to think about what she was doing and this was bad. She'd hastily find a woman, be unreasonably hostile with the poor girl, and wind up having either a terrible time, or really rough sex. The latter not usually bothering her much, but with the images that kept popping into her head lately, this would never do. The last thing she wanted to do was manhandle her little fantasy woman, and it was bound to ruin her evening.

         Shit! Now what? This was bad, very bad. Not only had the blonde been slipping into her dreams, now she was letting her disrupt her real life. She thought about Faith, about approaching her, maybe seducing her. With an evil grin she thought, Yeah, just do it. Just go up to her, tell her like it is, and take her to your office.

         The tall, extremely frustrated woman started walking back towards the club. No, I can't do that. Cori said she was better than that. Fuck, I'm not better than that, what the hell do I care? She does have the hots for me anyway. She stopped walking, and felt something odd inside, a sick feeling when she thought of using Faith for her own benefit. Man! I am losing my mind! Okay, let's stay predictable and go get laid. She started towards the subway, changed her mind again and just started home, deciding a really long walk would do her good. She kept herself focused on a cold shower and a hot coffee, which was very hard to do since she had always thought with her crotch at times like this.

         *  

         Back in the dressing room at The Lounge, Cori was changing for her next set, when Faith came in for her break.

         "C'mere, Blondie." She patted the overstuffed chair, "Sorry I didn't get to check up on you...how'd it go?"

         "That's okay. It went great, smooth. I got it covered. How'd you do?"

         "Oh, not so good, I got $93 and a food stamp. Assholes."

         Faith's eyes bugged out. "That's not good? $93? Shit, girl, that's a weeks worth of tips at my old job, and you still got another set!"

         "What...you want to dance now, too?"

         "I couldn't, but the money...nah, I can't." She was fidgeting just thinking about it.

         "Okay, chica, but if you change your mind, just tell me. I'll show you how it's done." With that, she bumped and ground her way around the chair, making them both giggle. "Hey, you want to get some coffee? I could use a cup."

         "Yeah, but I don't want Reece to get mad if I leave."

         "Are you kidding? She won't be back tonight. She went out..." The dancer narrowed her eyes and looked evil, "...on a mission. She took one look at you and needed to get laid."

         "Oh, come on. You don't expect me to believe that." She got a serious look in response. "Yeah?" she smirked. "Wow, I guess it's working then, huh?"

         "Uh huh. But I don't want you getting in too deep with her just yet. Yeah, she wants you, but let's get her to want to know you first. I have another plan that just might work." She dangled the keys.

         "What's that?"

         "Boss' keys, now you get to see how the other half lives."

         "Oh, I know how they live. I was the other half remember?"

         "Oh yeah, sorry. Hey, speaking of living, why don't you come stay with me? I'm not going to be able to foot the rent myself and you want to move so bad, you can taste it."

         "You mean that? I'd love it! How much do I need to give you for security? I need to know how much I have to save."

         "Nah, no bother, just move in now, and you'll pay me half the rent next month. Get yourself settled in, you know?"

         The bartender was trying not to cry. She wrapped her arms around the dancer and hugged her. "You are a godsend do you know that? I'm so lucky to have met you. Thank you."

         "No, Blondie, thank you. I'm the lucky one. Hey, let's go get that java, I want to tell you what I have in mind for tonight."

         "If it involves a certain tall boss, do tell." They started to walk.

         "You're too much. Yes it does. We'll go over there...after she's gotten her fix, if you know what I mean. She's easier to talk to that way, and all I can get her to talk about is sex really. So we have a plus, we talk about sex, she joins in, and we can play a sort of twisted version of truth or dare. I don't know if she'll go that far, but it's worth a try. Did I tell you we're spending the night there?"

         The bartender ordered her coffee and thought about the implications of sleeping at the boss'.

         "She has the most awesome bath tub...in the bathroom...with a shower...."

         "Okay, okay. I just don't know if I'm ready for this. What if she gets the wrong idea and thinks I'm like the rest of her conquests?"

         "I took care of that already. I hope." They entered The Lounge and Faith settled back behind the bar. "Good luck on the next set, Cor."

         "Thanks, roomie."

         *  

         After her cold shower, hot coffee, and flipping through the channels on the TV several times, the club owner wasn't feeling any better than before; still horny, still aggravated at herself, and still wanting the blonde bartender from out of her dreams. She flopped on her bed and finally settled on video games, firing up the Playstation for some serious butt kicking. She felt somewhat better while blowing the faces off of the zombies, and turned up the volume to hear them scream. It was then when her houseguests entered and, due to the stereo speakers, she never heard them arrive.

         Cori heard the noise from upstairs and grinned. The element of surprise on her side, she took her time showing the slack-jawed bartender around the house.

         "I can't believe this is in Manhattan! It's unbelievable. That table there," she pointed at the table that made Cori blush, "that's a one of a kind. And that painting, my God, I think it's an actual Monet! Where did she get this stuff?"

         "Jeez, Faith, calm down. This is all as was when Frankie left her the place. The only thing she added to this place, is herself."

         "Wow. Frankie, huh? What's the deal with that?"

         "I'm working on it. All I know is that since he died, she," the dancer gestured upstairs, "hasn't been the same."

         "But look at this place! Are you sure she only worked for him?"

         "Faith, trust me on this one."

         "I'm just amazed is all. What's upstairs? I mean, besides Reece."

         "Her boudoir, with connecting frickin' Roman bathhouse."

         The bartender felt warm suddenly, thinking about a certain someone in a bath. "Is she coming down? I'm not so sure I want to surprise her. It can be dangerous."

         "Nah, don't worry, I told you she knows we're coming. Anyway, I want to surprise her somewhat, she has no way out of it then."

         Faith nervously took off her jacket and sat on the couch, while Cori grabbed some wine from the kitchen. They could hear Reece laughing wickedly while explosions filled the air. They giggled, knowing that if the boss saw them she'd flip out, which made them giggle even more. Finally they composed themselves enough to sit down and wait for the right moment to alert Reece of their presence.

         "So, Faith, what makes you think you can't dance?"

         "It's not that, it's just no one has ever seen me naked before, and I'm not entirely comfortable with a crowd of strangers gawping at me that way."

         "No one?! Not even..."

         "No, no one. The only time I had sex it was in the dark and we had most of our clothes on anyway." She took another mouthful of wine, enjoying the way it made her insides all warm.

         "You mean to tell me, you only had sex once? How do you survive?" She made a look of horror.

         "Just fine, thank you. It wasn't all that wonderful anyway. Nothing like when I...." she blushed and drank some more.

         "Yeah...like when you what?" Cori refilled their glasses. "Come on, Blondie, spit it out."

         "Well, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this...it's gotta be the wine, but…." she stalled.

         "What! I gotta know now..."

         "Remember when we went shopping and… Well, the night before we talked and…" She emptied her glass for confidence. "Well, I fantasizedaboutReece…whenImasturbated." She blushed furiously.

         Cori sat there for a second to decipher what the blonde said. "Ohhhh, so it was good?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

         "Fantastic. It's never been like that before, and believe me, I get lots of practice."

         "Yeah, I know what you mean. So if you'd let her see you naked, why don't you pretend that the audience is full of Reeces and..."

         "Nonono, no way. I don't even think I'd be comfortable naked in front of you."

         "Take your top off."

         The bartender stared blankly at her, both of them feeling the wine kicking in.

         "Really, start by just sitting here casual with your top off."

         Nothing.

         "Okay, I'll take mine off, too." She did. "How's that?"

         "I don't know, Cor."

         Neither of them noticed that the noise from upstairs had stopped.

         "C'mon, just do it. You wont even notice it after a few minutes. Just get used to the feeling of being topless."

         Faith reluctantly took off her top and her bra. She struggled not to cross her arms and tried to act casual. This made them giggle again, and this time they couldn't stop and it became full out, tears in your eyes, hysterics.

         That would be when Reece came down the stairs. Speechless and stunned, she sat on the bottom step and stared at the spectacle before her.

         "Okay, okay." Faith sniffed between fits. "So now what? We're drunk and topless in our boss' house."

         "We drink more wine and make like we're just two friends who aren't drunk, topless, and in their boss' house."

         "I wish she was here with us, pretending not to be topless."

         "You pig. You two will get along just fine. I created a monster."

         "You slept with her, what's she like? Is she soft, hard, strong, feminine..."

         "All of the above. She's got it all, Faith, all."

         Reece mentally strutted around.

         "What was she like? I mean in bed."

         If a grimace was audible, the boss would have given herself away. She remembered the way they first came together. It was all aggression and power. She dominated Cori and made her beg. It was much different after that, Reece deciding that she only kept up with her as long as she did out of remorse for the first night and, in retrospect, because of her feelings for the dancer.

         "Um, it was fine, Faith. She'll make your wildest dreams come true." Well, it's not really a lie, the dancer thought. "Your darkest fantasy."

         "Dreams, mmm, fantasy, yeah. I wanna smell her hair, touch her skin, taste her sweat. I never felt like this before. I want to touch and taste every inch of her. God." The little tipsy blonde was getting turned on.

         Cute, even her tits blush. "Hey, you don't seem to be bothered by the naked thing anymore."

         "I'm naked?" She picked up both her breasts and feigned a swoon. "Oh, lordy be!"

         "You, my dear, are drunk." The dancer laughed, and drank from the bottle. "This one's empty, want more?"

         "No, I'm toasted already. Hey, Cor? What's it like? Dancing for all those strangers. I can't do it, you have balls."

         Cori stuck her hand down her pants and fished around for a moment causing Faith to crack up again. "Nope, no balls there, babe. But damn that felt good. I need to get laid."

         "You too, huh? I can't stop dreaming about her. I mean it…sex."

         "Her? Boy, you got Reece on the brain, girl."

         "And on the shoulder, on the leg, on the mouth."

         The woman on the stairs shuddered at the image.

         "Come on now, Faith. I told you, not yet. She'll go way too fast for you. You gotta show her that you are worth more than a quick fuck. She doesn't have the same romantic ideals as you."

         "It has to be soon, Cor. I swear, it was like she was really honestly touching me...it was electric. It was...mmm, it was perfect. I don't want to imagine, I'm dying to know what the real thing would be like." She unconsciously ran her nails up and down her arms making every hair stand on end, among other things. The woman on the stairs stifled a groan at that and her parts stood on end too.

         "Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. I am officially a member of the fan club."

         It was then that Reece made herself known. "Ahem. I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

         Both women looked down at their chest, then at each other.

         "Ah, no, Reece, we were just, um, talking..." Faith turned around to cover herself up, acutely aware of her nipples.

         "Hey, don't worry about me. Make believe I'm not here."

         The bartender's eyes widened. Yeah right! Pretend that your every desire isn't standing there staring at your nipples. She went to spin around and lost her balance. Suddenly feeling warm hands on her naked waist, turning her around, she stared right into the blue eyes of her fantasy.

         "Hey, Faith, you all right? You wanna lay down? Go on to the guest room. Cori will show you."

         Faith wasn't that drunk; she was lightheaded from being topless in front of Reece. Burning the feeling of those hands on her skin into her memory forever, she gulped audibly "No, I'm fine, really. I just wish I had my top."

         The tall brunette smiled. "Nah, leave it off, I think you both look wonderful." She stepped away feeling a sense of loss when she let go.

         Both women said thank you, and didn't know what to do. They certainly didn't plan this… playing twenty sex questions, topless, drunk, and with the object of her desire didn't sit well with Faith. She eyeballed Cori, who shrugged. Reece took it all in silently, enjoying this lovely turn of events.

         "So," Cori broke the tension. "What are you doing home, boss? I wouldn't have expected you ‘til morning."

         "I had a change of plans. I came straight home."

         The two guests looked at each other with confused expressions. "Which reminds me, Cori, that car lot by you selling anything worth my while? I need wheels. I refuse to walk in this cold." She helped herself to a new bottle of wine.

         "Uh, I'll check it out. We'll check it out. Faith is my new roomie. We were just celebrating." She turned the empty bottle upside down for show. I said don't tire yourself out. Not stay strung like a tightrope. Shit, talking sex with Reese now was not a good idea.

         "Congratulations, I was going to mention that to you, but I see it's taken care of. I wasn't too happy about you living alone. How'd dumb and dumber make out?" She dangled the newly opened bottle at the dancer.

         Cori snatched it up and handed it to Faith with a wink. "If you mean Monica and Debbie, they got a place on Houston, and they're living in sin."

         Reece cringed. "Those two are going to kill each other. If Debbie comes to work with one bruise, I want to know about it. You got that?"

         "What are you gonna do? Beat Monica up? That'll teach her."

         "No, knock both of their empty heads together and toss them out on the street. I don't need that shit in my club."

         "Yeah, yeah…gimme that bottle." Cori grabbed it from the bartender, who was getting warmed up to the idea of Reece staring at her chest like she was.

         "If you don't mind me asking, and not that it bothers me in the least, but why are you two topless?"

         Faith blushed again. Cori tried to explain. "Well, I was just getting her adjusted to all the nakedness she'll be around at the club. I figured this was a good way. Right?"

         "Oh, that's right." Faith nodded her head vigorously.

         "Oh, okay, carry on then," the boss smirked.

         They all stood and stared at each other. The dancer observed the boss' demeanor and deduced that she must have taken care of business somehow, being as relaxed as she was. The bartender tried not to notice Reece's clean smell, damp hair, and hard nipples. This time there was nothing left to the imagination since all she had on top was a well-worn white t-shirt. For her part, Reece never stopped grinning having plenty to look at. "What were you all planning to do tonight?"

         "We were going to play truth or dare when you walked in." Cori offered.

         "Yeah? Can I play, or should I get some popcorn and watch?" She leered and took a swig, offering it to Cori who slapped her on the back of the head.

         "Watch this, asshole."

         "Such a mouth! So, Faith, can I play with you?" She lifted an eyebrow suggestively. Faith nearly choked on her wine, making Reece smirk and Cori narrow her eyes at her.

         "Please? I'll be good, I'm always good." the tall woman licked her lips. She heard all she needed to on the stairs to torture these two for a lifetime.

         Noting the hitch in the blonde's breath, the dancer answered for her. "If you play, you have to play fair."

         "Okay." She crossed her heart. "I will. You guys start and I'll get some chips or something. Maybe soak up some of that wine you two guzzled."

         Faith thought it was a great idea, being that she was the most gone. They had an agenda and she wanted to stick to it, stomach knots and all.

         *  

         Reece was in the kitchen getting the snacks and thinking about what those two planned for tonight. She heard enough on the steps to guess that this was some sort of test to see if she could control herself with the blonde beauty, and she knew enough that she was most definitely the object of Faith's desire. They obviously had an agenda for tonight, involving her and Faith.

         So, here's the thing: Faith wants me, I want Faith, but Cori is afraid I'll use her, hurt her. There must be more to the story because I don't see how it would hurt anybody if two people who wanted each other fucked. What else can they want from me? And is shaking their tits around part of the plan? And why the hell did I agree to play truth or dare? Well then, I'll have to come up with some interesting dares. This was turning into a very strange night. When she returned to the living room, Cori was nose to nipple with Faith. Reece dropped the chips.

         "Right there." She pointed to a spot on the blonde's breast. "I swear it looks like a smiley."

         Faith picked up her breast for closer scrutiny "Where? I don't see any smileys. I think you're nuts."

         "Boss lady? C'mere, tell me that freckle doesn't look like a smiley."

         "Uhm, okay." She dropped to her knees in front of the blonde, who was nearly cross-eyed from looking intently at herself. Strange, but good, she thought.

         Faith noticed the boss kneeling in front of her and quickly covered her breasts with her hands. "No, that's okay. I believe you. No need to call in the dogs."

         "Aw, you guys are no fun. I wasn't gonna touch, just look."

         When she spoke, her breath fell across the bartender's skin and she shivered. Oh god. Faith stood up abruptly and sat away from them on the couch. Reece liked the reaction and filed it away for later.

         "Come on ladies, here's the chips, let's play your little game. Cori, go first." The tall woman made herself comfy on the couch as close to Faith as she could get, watching her squirm.

         "Okay, Faith, truth or dare?"

         "Truth."

         "Do you have a favorite fantasy?"

         "Yes. Cori, truth or dare?"

         "Dare."

         "I dare you to dance for Reece."

         "Wait a minute," the boss protested

         "No, that was my dare and I'll take it."

         She danced provocatively standing between Reece's legs while Faith provided the music.

         "Okay, enough." Reece was getting a little edgy. "I don't like this game."

         "Yeah, yeah. Faith, truth or dare?"

         "Truth."

         "Does your fantasy include someone we know?"

         The blonde hesitated a bit. "Um…yeah."

         Reece perked up. "Oh yeah? Who?" As if I didn't know.

         "No way, you can't ask a question until your turn, boss." Cori shook her finger at Reece who gestured to bite it.

         "All I wanted to know is..."

         Faith, in a daring move, slapped her hand over the boss' mouth. "Nope. You have to wait your turn." Reece poked her tongue out and tickled her palm. "Hey!" she jumped. "You don't play fair. Just for that...Cori, truth or dare?"

         "Dare."

         "I dare you to fake an orgasm."

         "Oh yeah, I like this game." Reece elongated herself and made a stretching noise.

         "Pig." The response was in stereo.

         Cori went on with the dare, body writhing, breast grabbing, and all. Faith almost shot wine out of her nose.

         "Serves you right, you and your dares."

         "Shut up, Reece." Faith was getting drunk.

         "I'm just saying..."

         Cori spoke up. "Reece, truth or dare?"

         "I don't know if I want to play anymore." Two pouts fired in her direction made her give in. "Okay, um, dare."

         "Ooh, dare, huh? Bold move, boss lady. I dare you to take your top off in a show of solidarity."

         Reece thought about it for a second, then decided against it. "No, I change my mind, truth."

         "No! You can't just change your mind…take off your top! We're topless, what's the big deal? We can see everything anyway."

         "Why do I feel like this is gang up on Reece night? If you can see everything, why do I need to take it off?"

         "Because I dared you and that's how you play the game. Besides, we have ours off."

         "Oh, I see that," she leered. "Okay, but you have to take it off for me." Smirking, she figured she'd make them work for it.. "Both of you."

         Faith and Cori looked at each other with raised eyebrows, then went for it. Faith lifted Reece's arms up while Cori lifted the shirt. As each new spot of skin was exposed, Faith's mouth watered, and the now expected thing in her stomach became near violent. God! Did you ever see anything so…. Oh, to feel those abs, oh Lord, look at those! They're even more perfect naked...

         "You can put my arms down now, Faith." The boss grinned at her.

         "Oh yeah, sorry, went away for a second." She blushed.

         "Oh yeah?" Reece saw the opportunity. "So, Faith, truth or dare?"

         "Truth."

         "Where'd you go?"

         "Huh?"

         "Just then, when you went away, where'd you go?" Reece tilted her head and crossed her arms under her breasts, watching the blonde's eyes travel across her body.

         Cori knew her friend was in trouble and was curious to see what she'd do. She shoulder-butted her to get her attention. "Go ahead," she mouthed.

         "I, um, I was thinking about something, doing something." She looked to Cori who was encouraging her with her eyes.

         "Apparently." Reece snorted. "What though?"

         "I was wondering what it would be like to, um, you know, it's just that, you know, just touching you, I mean them, oh! You know what I mean!" She stammered and dropped her head totally embarrassed. This was not what they planned at all. They were supposed to gang up on her. She swiped the bottle of wine.

         Reece lifted an eyebrow, "Oh, I think I do know what you mean." She let it go. "Okay, your turn."

         "Reece, truth or dare?"

         "Yeah, I knew I shouldn't have agreed to play this game. Truth." She had a feeling this would throw them.

         Cori and Faith looked to each other. Reece wasn't supposed to pick truth, only dares, now what. Cori shrugged and drank some more, leaving Faith on her own.

         "Okay, did you ever do it on your bike?" The wine making her much more bold

         "Yes, plenty of times. You interested or something?" Cori shot her a look and she grinned wickedly knowing a little bit more than before about the blonde. She filed that away, too, should the chance arise. "You, truth or dare?"

         "Hey! What about me?" Cori whined, quite drunk now. "I wanna play, too," she pouted

         "Truth. No, dare. No wait, truth. Okay, dare."

         Reece sat there for a moment in case she changed her mind again.

         "I said dare."

         "You sure?" Faith nodded "All right, do it."

         "What?"

         "What you want to do. Do it, I dared you."

         Recognition crossed the blonde's face and she nearly fainted.

         "Oh no you don't, you gotta play fair." Reece unfolded her arms and reached for Faith's hand. Faith was nearly hyperventilating when her fingers touched Reece's skin. The boss left the bartender's shaky hand on her stomach and lifted her chin to make eye contact. "It's okay, I dared you."

         "I, um, God I want to so bad." She flattened her hand on the muscular abs and slid it up and around over her ribs. Reece turned all goosepimply and leaned back in the couch and closed her eyes. The hand was joined by another, and the exploration moved upwards to her collarbone and shoulders.

         Cori, feeling very left out and very drunk, announced her intent and tottered towards the bathroom to pee. Reece used all her strength not to lift the woman up and ravish her. This was part of the game and, she was sure, the plan. She was to prove she could control herself. There was a trail of tingling where the exploring fingers roamed. When they reached the outer sides of her breasts, she pulled them away and sat up. Faith was breathing heavily and Reece could see the need in her beautiful green eyes.

         "Was that to your liking?" she whispered.

         "Oh yes, very much. And you?"

         Reece nodded. "Was that the first time you touched a woman?" She found herself stroking the inside of the smaller hands with her thumbs.

         "It was the first time I touched anybody." The boss went to say something... "Yes, I did have sex, but only once, and we were half clothed. It wasn't a night to remember."

         "Sorry." She looked into sad green eyes.

         "Don't apologize. You weren't there." I could stare into those eyes forever.

         "I wish I was. Then you would never want to forget it." She was sincere.

         Unsure of what to say, Faith dropped her gaze. It landed on two perfect, naked breasts. She jerked her head back up and saw Reece's amusement and rolled her eyes.

         "You liked touching me?" Faith nodded. "Has anybody ever touched you?" The bartender shook her head. "I can't believe no one ever did. You're very beautiful." Faith blushed at the compliment. "You're welcome. Can I, would you let me touch you?" The blonde didn't look up but nodded. "Look at me, you don't have to say yes if it's uncomfortable." Faith breathed out a "yes." Reece took her hands and slowly drew them up Faith's arms and down her sides. Her nipples immediately hardened making two hearts beat faster.

         Faith resisted the urge to close her eyes. This was real and she needed to see it. Biting back a whimper she watched the path that the larger, stronger hands took across her shoulders, down between her breasts to her stomach, around her navel, her waist, up her back and around her neck. A moan slipped out when Reece reached a sensitive spot on her neck and Reece filed that away too. Faith was suddenly grasping her biceps, her nails digging into the skin.

         Reece didn't have much control left. She reached up and traced full lips and received another deeper moan. All the boss wanted to do right now was take her, push her down on the couch and kiss the shit out of her, taste her body, fuck her ‘til she screamed her name. She started to tremble; it was a fight for self-control that she didn't think she'd win.

         "Your hands are shaking."

         Reece felt the words on her fingers and the battle was as good as lost. "Truth or dare, Faith..." she whispered in her ear.

         "Huh?" The blonde's senses were reeling. Soft black hair tickling her shoulders, moist breath in her ear.

         Reece half kissed, half sucked along her jaw line until she reached her chin. Pressing their foreheads together she spoke… "Answer me, Faith. Truth or dare?"

         "Oh God..." The feel of Reece's lips brush against hers was too much.

         "Truth."

         "Do you want me to kiss you now?" She nipped at the quivering lip, feeling the nails dig harder into her arms.

         "Oh please, yes."

         Reece grabbed the back of the blonde's head and not too gently brought their lips together. The sound that came from Faith pushed Reece faster downhill. She wrapped her arm around the smaller body and lifted her onto her lap. Nipple brushed nipple and Faith felt faint. She whimpered into the ravishing mouth and got her tongue sucked in response. She felt a warm hand close around a breast and accidentally bit down on Reece's bottom lip. The boss growled and rubbed her thumb roughly over the nipple, making herself as hot as Faith, who was making such delicious sounds. Oh my god! I'm sitting on her lap, topless, making out with her, and.... Faith stopped the hand that was making its way into her jeans. "Wait..."

         Reece grunted and worked across her throat.

         "Oh God.... No, Reece, stop."

         She lifted her head and Faith nearly drowned in the depths of her eyes. Damn this was going to be hard. "Listen, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves." She ran her fingers through the dark hair and took a deep breath. Okay, can't do that again.

         "But I thought you wanted this. No. I know you want this. What's the problem?" Reece was very worked up and not in the mood for morals at the moment.

         "Oh, I do, I do, but not so fast." Idiot, just do it! Who cares about tomorrow. She fought that inner voice down. Ugh, shut up!

         "Fast?" Reece was wound up. "This is not fast, this is painfully slow. C'mon, we both want this." What the fuck? I'm begging now? "You won't get a second chance." There, that's more like it.

         Her inner voice warned her, now she had no choice. Being drunk didn't help, otherwise a threat like that wouldn't take so long to penetrate. She found her hands pulling the tall woman closer to her.

         "That's a good girl." Reece praised her choice. Their mouths resumed their fun and this time Faith had her hands wrapped around Reece's breasts as well. She felt like this was so perfect, it felt so right. When she tweaked both nipples the boss groaned, so she did it again. This was answered by a warm mouth covering her own nipple. "Reece! God that feels so good." And it did, she was drowning in new feeling.

         In the bathroom, Cori was trying to figure out how long she had fallen asleep on the toilet. She wasn't even sure if she was awake right now. Aha, Reece's house, truth or dare, Faith.… OMIGOD! Faith! She ran out into the living room and stood rooted to the spot. Déjà vu. Faith had her head thrown back, her legs wrapped around Reece's middle, and her hands tangled up in long black hair pressing the head closer to her chest. Sooo, I do what? Tell them to stop? Let them go on? Risk Reece's temper? Shit.

         Reece never felt so perfectly aroused before. This was all new to her. She swore Faith's skin burned her mouth. She tasted so good. She felt like this was what she needed to be doing right now and forever. She needed to satisfy this woman and not just herself. Faith grabbed her shoulder and dug in, Reece needed more and lowered Faith on her back and started licking and kissing every inch of her throat. The smaller woman's hips started to move against her, digging her heels into her lower back. Reece moaned and bit a hipbone. Faith clutched at the strong shoulders desperately, never having felt anything like this in her life, afraid if she let go it would all go away.

         Knowing where this was going, and what Faith really wanted, was tearing Cori apart. She wanted nothing more than those two to live happily ever after together, but she also knew that it was the farthest thing from Reece's mind. She knew Faith wanted a "relationship" and not a one-night stand or a few nights as a fuck toy. But look at them! I've never seen Reece so attentive, almost gentle, and Faith… God she's hot. She needs this, I can't just stop them.

         "Oh God, Reece, I want..."

         Reece slid up the writhing body underneath her and gently pushed their hips together. "What do you want, Faith? Do you want me to fuck you? Huh? Is that what you want?" Reece was ready to blow.

         "No, I don't." The smaller body tensed.

         "Mmm, right, then what do you want me to do...to you?" She was hopelessly lost in the smell of the blonde's skin.

         "I want you to get up." Faith was suddenly dead sober, realizing that when Reece said fuck, she meant fuck. Faith wanted more. She slid out from underneath.

         "What? You're serious? But I thought..." Reece sat up, confused and with fire in her eyes.

         "Yeah, me too, but not like this." Faith blew out a frustrated breath. "Reece, God knows I want you, but I don't want to get fucked, and that's where it was going. I can get that anywhere. And so can you." She sat up, too, and took Reece's hand.

         Reece jerked her hand away. What the fuck? Damned if I'm begging for it! Her pussy ain't gold! She looked to Cori for an answer, who just shrugged.

         Breathing heavily and very, very agitated, Reece stood up. "Well, thank you for a pleasurable evening, ladies. I hope you're both satisfied with yourselves. I am not to be played with again!" and she stormed off up the stairs.

         *  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         "I went along with your stupid game, and her fucking game...." She grabbed a towel and emptied the ice tray into it. "For what? Don't bother answering, I'll tell you... for dick!"

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

         The tall woman just stared at her and breathed heavily.

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

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

         "Boss, you don't underst..."

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

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

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

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

         "Get off me, Reece."

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

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

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

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

         "Fuck you, Cori. That isn't the problem and you know it. I can get laid anytime I want. Someone says no...I move on, no harm done."

         "And your point is?"

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

         "So this is all my fault how?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

         Amazingly enough, Cori found Faith at home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

         Cori tried to come up with an explanation for Reece.

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

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

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

         "What? What did she say?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         "I gotcha. Let's get some dinner."

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

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

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

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

         *  

         The club was jumping tonight; it was very crowded and the atmosphere was great. Faith was working behind the bar and Cori was sitting on a stool, swiveling herself around in circles. It had been a week since ‘the incident'. Faith learned a lot about Reece and was starting to understand her better. Cori learned a lot about Faith and they were closer than two friends can get. Unfortunately, Reece learned a lot about herself and she wasn't getting along as well as those two. She was cranky, fidgety, irritable and unhappy. She learned that no matter how many women she touches, not a one of them compares with Faith. Her lips were the softest, her mouth the hottest, and her skin the most delicious.

         She knew it would never go away. Every time she opened her eyes, it wasn't who she wanted it to be It was becoming less and less satisfying to get off. Even if she did it herself, she couldn't bring about the same power she felt the first time. Now that she tasted the real thing, she needed it like a drug. nd with sex being her only means of tension release, she was going mad. he also learned she cannot be around the bartender without either feeling hurt, speechless, or weak. And when the men flirted with Faith...she was enraged with jealousy. To top things off, Cori was talking about getting her up on stage. Reece didn't think it was a good idea and said as much. Cori told her she was being ridiculous not to give her a chance.

         The dancer stopped swirling around and focused on bright green eyes. "Hey, babe, just thinking...wanna try a set tonight? It's crowded and I think you'd do great."

         "Yeah? I don't know. Are you positive that she said it was okay?"

         "I said she didn't say not to. Come on...please?" She pouted.

         "Oh, stop that." The bartender threw a rag at her. "I can't...not yet. I still don't have the nerve."

         "You have enough nerve when we practice at home. So, why don't we do a two girl show?"

         "Cori! That would mean we have to make like we're having sex. I certainly can't do that."

         "Do I smell or something?" Cori waved the air from her crotch up to her nose.

         "Moron. No, I just don't think I can do that. You're my best friend, and we do have to touch each other..."

         "I bet if you make believe it's her, you'll do just fine."

         Faith smiled. "Stop that, I know what she feels like, smells like, it's etched in my brain. Speaking of, have you seen her today?"

         "Nope. Still Hurricane Reece. Blows through, makes someone cry, and she's gone. She'll come around." I hope so, she thought. She can't let this go, she just can't. The dancer crossed her fingers.

         "I don't think so, Cori. From what I hear, she's been practically fucking them on the pool table. I think she's over it. She can't even stand to look at me anymore."

         "I still think you're wrong. She'll come around. She can only stay away for so long." Cori perked up a bit more as she added, "She has to pay us tonight anyway."

         The bar became crowded again and Cori let the bartender work in peace. What if Faith is right? Maybe I'm misreading all of this? C'mon, Reece, don't let me down. Don't let her down.

         The tall brunette paced back and forth outside the club gathering up enough bravado to saunter in like nothing was wrong. Meanwhile, she hadn't felt so bad in years. Her stomach was in a knot, she was strung as tight as can be, and she was practically living on Jack Daniels and coffee. This is my club, she thought. I have to be sick about going to my own club? This is crazy. She plastered on a stoic expression, and casually walked up the stairs into her club.

         Wow, she thought. It's not bad tonight. She actually felt better about coming here. Making her way towards her office, she looked the other way when crossing by the bar. Pussy, she chided herself. After she made it safely to her office, she put on a pot of java and opened her desk drawer to finish doing the payroll. Halfway through, she got to the penciled in name of Faith Ashford and picked up the line to the dressing room.

         "Hello? Boss, that you?"

         "Yeah, Cor, bring me a Jack, will ya." Click.

         "I'm fine and you?" Cori slammed the phone down, muttered something about being her slave, and left.

         "Hey, Faith, she's here, and she's thirsty."

         "What does she want?"

         "Gimme the bottle of Jack. I have a plan."

         "Luucy...I dun like this...."

         "Really, hon, trust me, I'll get to the bottom of this."

         Faith had no room to argue as Cori was gone in a flash. Trust her? Ah shit.

         "Hey, gorgeous, you should be dancin' up there with those girls, not cramped up behind here."

         Great, him again. "I told you last time, I like it back here."

         "Yeah, that's right, you're shy." He winked at her. "You should come over to the Playhouse. It's not nude, only topless, and honey, I like your top." He leered.

         "Heh, thank you. Now, are you ready for a refill, handsome?" This wasn't the first man to approach her about dancing topless, and she'd heard about the Playhouse. The only problem is, they serve alcohol, and she's more likely to get pawed or groped by a drunken idiot than if she danced here. But naked? She couldn't do it. She'll stay happily behind the bar, making great money and awesome tips. Now if only Reece would come out of her funk and be civil again.

         "Come in."

         "You look like shit." Cori slammed the bottle on the desk, making the woman behind it jump.

         "What's your fucking problem?"

         "You first." The dancer made herself a cup of coffee. "Expecting company?"

         "No, I forgot I made it."

         "What? Oh no, you really are fucked."

         "Ha." Reece took a drink straight from the bottle and winced. "You can go now."

         "I can...."

         "So go."

         "No. Not until you tell me why you look like the walking dead."

         "As if it were your goddamned business."

         "It is my goddamned business. You and Faith are my business, it happens when you care. Now spill it. She's miserable, you're miserable...God, just go out there and talk to her."

         "About what?"

         Cori was losing patience. "About that night, about the weather, about your fucking shoes, just break the ice!"

         "She has shoes, too, you know."

         "Don't tell me you're afraid of her." Cory smirked slyly.

         "Don't be an asshole. Here's your check, give this to her."

         Cori moved her hand and Faith's check fell on the floor. "Do it yourself, chicken."

         "Cori!"

         "Yeesss?" Cori stuck her head back in the door.

         "Look, I'm not myself...give this to her.

         "Bottom line, Reece, she's lookin' to dance. She goes up on that stage, other people, men, are going to see her; you're as good as gone. Now, you have a choice, claim your woman or lose her."

         Reece stared at the door for a moment before letting it sink in. She picked herself up, swigged a good one, and marched towards the bar. Faith felt her before she saw her. Looking up into dangerous blue eyes, she stifled the urge to back up. "Yes, Reece?"

         "I forbid you from dancing in this club." Cori's heart might have stopped.

         "Excuse me?" The bartender looked confused.

         "I said you are not dancing in this club."

         "See, I thought I heard you forbidding me from dancing in this club. That would mean that you have a say in my life, which you don't. Now, do you care to repeat that?" Now Faith's jaw was set and she was leaning over the bar.

         Reece was shocked and slightly embarrassed.

         "You can dance for me anytime, sweetheart." It was that guy again.

         Reece turned to take care of the loudmouth, but Cori had probably saved his life by getting him out of there. She looked back at the bartender. "I think you heard me properly."

         "Really. Okay then, I quit."

         Cori was upset. "No! Faith, don't...wait up!" She turned to her boss angrily. "You are the biggest asshole I ever met."

         Reece was left standing there with a hundred eyes staring at her. In a display of sheer frustration, she picked up a stool and wiped it across the top of the bar, then threw it on stage. The crashing barely satisfied her anger. "What are you looking at?" she yelled out, then stamped her way back to her office to finish up the Jack and the checks.

         "Faith! Stop!" The dancer chased after her into the dressing room. aith was crying as she threw herself into a chair.

         "Cori, who does she think she is? Forbidding me?" She snorted and rolled her eyes." My father forbid me from doing something at least once a week. Well, he said that phrase on time too many." She went to her locker and started to shove her belongings into a duffel bag.

         "And that's when you left, huh?" Well, no wonder she reacted like that. She went over and started to rub Faith's shoulders. "Hey, Reece isn't exactly your father..."

         "She actually said it, though! And if she says it now, imagine what a future with her will hold!"

         "Hon, look, she was drinking tonight. She really hasn't been herself and you know it. I think she has too much going on inside her to know what she was doing. I bet she regrets that right now."

         "I bet she's on top of some whore right now."

         "Faith, she needs someone." Faith scowled at her. "Geez, that's not what I mean...she needs you."

         "Yeah right, see you at home." The bartender fixed her face in the mirror and stuck out her chin pugnaciously to walk through the club for the last time.

         Frustrated, Cori just watched her, and waved at her retreating form. "Fuck. Now what do I do." She blew out a breath and went out into the club to help close up.

         The club owner was pretty wasted right now. She finished payroll and was lying on her couch muttering about not needing anyone, turning the half empty bottle around on her stomach. If she were half aware of her surroundings, she would have realized she left her office door open. But she was too interested in the amber liquid rolling around in the bottle.

         That was what Cori saw when she peeked her head into the office. She had seen the light coming out from the room and was concerned that Reece left her office open and unattended. She was startled when she saw her normally stoic friend pouting and muttering.I really have to do something. But what?

         "I know you're there, freak. Enter at your own risk." Then Reece giggled.

         Did she just giggle? "Um, boss, Faith is really upset..."

         "Too fucking bad on her." Reece's eyes were full of anger.

         Here we go. Cori braced herself. She knew she'd have to get Reece's emotions out on the table and it wouldn't be easy. "Reece, first of all, you do not own her...she is not yours to order around. Second of all, if she is going to dance, she's going to do so with or without your permission. Third of all..."

         "Third of all, go away."

         "Third of all," Cori snatched the bottle away and held it in Reece's face. "This is not making your judgment any better. Faith is a grown woman and she is capable of making her own decisions."

         "I don't think so, Cori. She's naive. Especially when it comes to this stuff."

         "No, that's where you're wrong." She lifted the long legs, sat down, and put them on her lap, receiving an eyebrow at the actions. She knows what she's doing. She's not stupid - stubborn maybe - but definitely not stupid."

         "Gimme the Jack. I'm thirsty."

         "No, have coffee. Drinking isn't going to make anything go away."

         "Yeah, Cori, it will. I don't feel anything."

         "But boss lady, feeling is good. It means you're alive."

         "I'd rather be dead."

         "You lie! Listen to me without talking for a minute?"

         The tall woman shrugged. "Whatever."

         "I know it's not easy...feeling I mean. I want nothing than to feel good things and happy things the rest of my life. That's not going to happen. I get sad, I cry, I curse the world and everyone in it, and then it passes. What am I going to do? Kill myself because people are assholes? Why? To prove what? So I kick something, yell at it, and move on. Tomorrow is another day. 'll tell you a little secret; I was infatuated with you. I wanted you in the worst way...I would have done anything you asked. But you're not a god, you're human and I found that out. If I would have let my hurt feelings fester and grow, I would never have known that you can care, that I can care about you. I worry about you now, drinking and not sleeping. Faith is a real person, too. I know how you feel about her, cuz that's how she feels about you. The way she hurt you that night, that's how you hurt her today. If you and her just talk like people, you'll both find out how humans make mistakes. And feel bad about them afterwards."

         "Can I talk now?"

         "I'm done. Yeah."

         "You don't know what I feel. I don't know what I feel. I do know that I don't want her taking her clothes off and waving her fucking pussy around in some dickhead's face for a fucking dollar. She's better than that."

         "And I'm what? I wave my pussy around and dance for a fucking dollar! Sometimes I come home with goddamned food stamps. Am I less of a person? Why is she so different? Tell me!"

         "Because... " Reece stood up abruptly, her mind reeling with the three words she would never speak aloud. Like at Frankie's funeral, if she says it out loud, it would be true. Because she's..."

         Cori stood up and blocked her from leaving. Say it, Reece...you love her. "Well? Am I so disgusting for doing it? You like me, you don't think I'm trashy do you? How come if she does it, it would be any different?"

         "Fuck you, Cori, you don't know anything!"

         "I do know this, she was offered a job dancing at The Playhouse, and if she's as fucking spiteful as you are, she'll be waving her tits around for not only dickheads, but drunken ones. And you won't be there to protect her. "

         Reece sobered up pretty quickly hearing that. "She wouldn't."

         "Why, because you forbid her?"

         "Well, yeah."

         "You know you are impossible. I don't know why I bother trying to help you. You're pigheaded and stupid."

         "I don't need your help, Cori. And I'm not stupid."

         "Well, I think so. ou are so worried about your own feelings that you don't care how badly you're hurting someone that you..." Cori sighed heavily. "Never mind."

         "What, Dr. Ruth...tell me about my feelings, would you?"

         "You love her and you're too stupid to admit it. Even to yourself," Cori blurted, before slamming the door behind her as she stormed out.

         "I don't know how," Reece murmured softly. She sat down and buried her head in her hands. "I am so fucked."

         *  

         Reece sat there on the couch for a while, trying to put her jumbled emotions into some semblance of order. The Playhouse, huh? Shit, she blushes just trying to say the word tit. She rubbed her eyes several times hoping it would help her see more clearly when she opened them. It didn't, she was still confused. What the fuck am I supposed to do? This is what it feels like? I don't need it, thank you. I did just fine before she walked into my office, I can do fine now. She stood up and went for the bottle. Damn, the witch took it with her. Old burnt coffee? No, not tonight…alcohol. She turned off the machine. Lots of alcohol…I want to be oblivious to this nightmare. Tomorrow, I'll deal with it all. Dancing, stripping, Faith, like, love, caring, and goddamned feelings.

         She shook her head to get it all out of her brain. I don't need anyone. Stepping out of the room and locking the door behind her, she was the second person to walk through the club that night with her mind reeling. Walking into the night air sobered her up the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath of cold air, she headed towards the only place where emotions and feelings weren't ever an issue. She went to get drunk and laid.

         Entering her second-favorite haunt, she made a beeline to the bar.

         "What ya having tonight, Reece?" the girl shouted.

         "Kamikaze. Big ones."

         "Rough day in titty land?" the bartender questioned as she placed two drinks in front of the dark haired woman.

         "You could say that. How much I owe you?"

         "On the house. If it weren't for you, this place would've been closed hours ago." She nodded towards the back room where a small crowd of women were waiting not so inconspicuously by the pool table.

         The tall woman snickered. "Thanks, keep ‘em coming." She downed one and took the other with her, leaving a twenty on the bar. The bartender just smiled and shook her head.

         "Hey, sexy, wanna play some pool?" A cute little blonde fondled a pool cue suggestively.

         Reece shrugged indifference and was already thinking pool was not what she wanted to play right now. The blonde was sexy, wearing faded jeans, a very small shirt. She had a great stomach, tight ass...she looked a lot like Faith.

         Throughout the whole game, the blonde found every excuse to rub against the blue-eyed woman, driving her insane with need. Reece, who was feeling every ounce of the five drinks she had consumed, captured the girl's attention and crooked her finger at her. She obeyed and quickly moved to stand in front of the seated woman. Reece walked her fingers up the woman's leg until she reached her belt. She pulled the woman down on her lap by the buckle and kissed her, letting her hand spread out across the exposed skin on her stomach.

         "What's your name?" she whispered

         "JoAnn."

         "No, your name is Faith tonight. Do you understand?" She kissed her again, long and hot for emphasis.

         "Faith, it's a pretty name. I'll be anyone you want me to be."

         "Good," she purred. Being as drunk as she was, Reece thought this might work. "And I'm your boss."

         "And am I a good girl or a bad girl, boss?" She wiggled on her lap.

         Reece took hold of both her arms and stretched them over her head. She bent down and tasted the woman's stomach and sighed. "We'll see what kind of girl you are," she leered and lifted her off her lap, and out they went.

         The blonde was on her knees, holding on to the twisted iron headboard with both hands. Reece had her hands on top of them and was draped over her, fucking her from behind. JoAnn wondered just who she was pretending to be. They had been fucking for hours…all ways, all kinds. She was enjoying it, but felt bad at the same time for the tall drunk woman.

         "You gonna share this with everyone?" Reece pinched a nipple hard, and thrust the dildo even harder.

         JoAnn didn't know the right answer.

         "Answer me, Faith." Another, harder pinch.

         "Ow! I don't know what you want me to say!"

         "Shut up then. Don't talk, just fuck." Which was fine, she wasn't really in the mood to talk anyway. With her eyes closed, this was Faith. She laid her cheek against the sweaty back and pushed. In her head she kept repeating "Faith, Faith, Faith" like a mantra. She opened her mouth to grunt and tasted the sweat from the woman's back. She grimaced; it wasn't Faith. She got up on all fours and held on to the woman's hips and fucked, skin slapping sounds filling the room. She was close to coming so she squeeze her eyes shut tight and imagined seeing Faith under her, writhing with her. "Oh god, boss...I'm coming again!"

         "Yeah, baby, again" She grunted and sweated her way through her third orgasm of the night. Totally exhausted and half dehydrated, she rolled off, the dildo making a popping sound as it twisted on the way out of "Faith".

         JoAnn rolled onto her back and looked at Reece. The sweaty woman was already asleep. She stared a little at the odd image of a beautiful naked woman with an eternal erection standing proudly in the moonlight. She shook her head, unstrapped the leather, and hoped that whatever demons this sexy woman had, they wouldn't haunt her this night.

         Faith was sitting on her bed nursing a second beer and watching 1960's sitcoms. After she left The Lounge, still angry and feeling very hurt, she went to The Playhouse. The manager was a middle-aged guy whose ears turned red at the very mention of her previous place of employment. Mentioning Reece by name turned the rest of him crimson. Faith felt herself smirk when he called the tall woman a bitch, and he hired her on the spot. She never told him she hadn't been a dancer; she was feeling too righteous at the moment.

         So now she was patiently waiting for her roomie to come home and help her. She didn't foresee this type of future when she was living in Long Island and golfing at the country club, and now she had to laugh at the irony of it all. She was living the life of the people she herself had shaken her head at. It wasn't so far off from acting was it? She was performing, in a sense, on a stage. f she thought of it as acting, maybe she could do it without all the thinking. She stared at the TV as Endora waved her arms and Darren turned into a chimp. If only she could twitch her nose.... Nah, this was life, she had to live it.

         Cori came into the room and flopped down next to her. They watched TV silently for some time before Faith spoke up and filled her in.

         "No shit? You're gonna do it?"

         "Yeah, but you have to help me."

         "I already did, didn't I? We had a whole routine and everything."

         "Yeah, but you should see this stage! It's all over the place. Not exactly the one pole, one spotlight deal."

         "I can't believe you're doing this! This is so awesome. Why don't I tell the girls to come down and see you? It'll be fun!"

         "No! I don't want them to know anything. Especially Reece. t would appear he's not too happy with her and I don't want any trouble." Faith's forehead crinkled in a slight scowl. "What's with that anyway?"

         "He used to run a back room, illegal shit, and our place was starting to hurt. We even lost a few dancers to him. Frankie sent Reece in to 'fix things up' so he said, and ever since then... " Cori shrugged. "Whatever she did, it worked. He even paid Frankie back for the 'loss of business'. I wouldn't even think of inviting her to that club. She'd fire us all if we even mentioned going there."

         "So, I'm working for the enemy? Great, that oughta go over big."

         "Enemy or not, honey, this is not going to go over at all. And it sucks, too."

         "Why? I thought you were excited about it?"

         "It sucks because Reece won't get to see you. She'd drop like a stone. I'm sure of it."

         "Oh, how romantic. C'mon, I can't sleep, show me what to do."

         "Here goes nothing."

         The two women practiced until sun up and celebrated with the Sunday paper and breakfast in the diner.

         Reece wasn't celebrating this morning. She woke up covered with the blanket and Tylenol on her nightstand, next to a note that said "thank you". She turned over and covered her head, even more sick at herself this morning than all the other times.

         Feeling like a shit and very hung over, Reece dragged her ass into the gym and right to the juice bar. While replenishing her losses, she thought she heard a familiar voice, a laugh actually, and she shook her head. Now she was hearing the girl, too. Faith, Faith, Faith...get a grip woman! She slid off the chair and down to the locker room. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her self and frowned. She looked terrible, her eyes all bloodshot and swollen, framed by lovely dark circles. She opened her eyes wide and stared for a moment. "I look sad," she muttered to herself. Sighing, she went out to the leg machines and began her workout.

         A few yards away, a certain bartender-soon to be dancer was taking advantage of Cori's guest pass. "Go on," Cori had told her. "She's gonna be in no shape to work out today." The man at the desk was very nice to her and even assigned er a personal trainer, Julie. Julie was nice enough, funny, but a little too muscular for Faith's liking. The blonde woman was working on her pecs and stopped dead at the sight of her ex-boss shuffling out of the locker room. ulie following her gaze said, "Hey, that's Reece, you know her?"

         "You could say that," she sneered half-heartedly.

         "Damn! Look at those thighs work! She is fine." Julie was practically drooling.

         "Yeah, wonderful." Faith dragged her eyes away from the dark-haired woman and tried to concentrate on her own work out.

         "You said you're a dancer, you work for her?"

         "No. Can we get back to the work out?" The woman's questions were starting to piss her off.

         "Sheesh, okay, I just thought..."

         "Please, don't think. I've found it to be too much trouble."

         "Ooo, I like your attitude. Where do you work? Maybe I can come by and see you sometime." Julie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the blonde.

         Faith laughed politely and didn't answer the question.

         Reece sat up like a cat looking for a fly. There it is again! She wondered if she was losing her mind. Then, she saw her, laughing with… Julie? If there was one woman in the entire world that Reece hated, it was her. From the moment they met, Julie had followed her around like a puppy, then turned into her clone. It was like Single White Female. Fucking Faith! Now she'd have to hurt Julie. What to say? Stay away from her? Yeah, that's as good as forbidding, NG. By the time her mind came up with something, they were gone. Frustrated beyond belief, eece went to the heavy bag…that poor bag.

         Cori had two phone calls in a matter of minutes. First was her roomie, cursing her out for talking her into going. She finally talked her into shopping, promising it would make her feel better. The second call was her boss, cursing her out for giving Faith the pass. She slapped herself in the forehead. This was going to be one hell of a day. She put on the coffee and waited for the little blonde to get home and hand her her head. She was not looking forward to work tonight. She dyed her hair out of guilt.

         When the doorbell rang, she expected to see Faith loaded with packages but instead looked up into a very unhappy pair of baby blues. Oh god. Why me?

         "What's the matter? You don't look happy to see me." Reece smirked.

         "I wasn't expecting you, is all. What do you want? I'm in the middle of dying my hair."

         "And I became blind when?"

         "Come in asshole, there's coffee in the pot."

         Reece poured herself a very large mug and waited for Cori to wash out the putrid green dye.

         "I'll be there in like ten minutes. I might as well grab a shower."

         Reece took off her coat and wandered around. She stopped outside Faith's room and just looked inside the doorway. I wonder why I thought she'd be neater, she mused as she looked at the mess. Venturing further, she walked into the room and stood by Faith's bed. Feeling a little thrill, she picked up her pillow and smelled it. Oh yeah, that's her all right. She sat down on the bed and was unconsciously hugging the pillow, when Cori passed by and then walked backwards to see that again. Very caught, Reece threw the pillow back on the bed and bolted away from it.

         "Why are you in here?" Cori let the pillow incident slide.

         "I was just… I don't know, Cori, but I have to get out." She looked at her hands.

         "C'mon into the kitchen. I'll make some food or something." Cori didn't know what to say. The boss never acted this way, and it scared her.

         "Cor, can I ask you something?"

         "Yeah," Cori agreed cautiously.

         "Is Faith really going to dance at The Playhouse?" Reece seemed oddly uncertain, long fingers tangling together as she tried to keep her nervousness from showing.

         "Why don't you ask her, she'll be home soon," Cori suggested.

         "Why don't you tell me?" Reece tried out her best 'if you don't, I'll make you' look.

         "I've resigned getting involved. I give up." The dancer wasn't falling for it. These two women were about to kill her with their stubbornness, and she'd about had it with them.

         "Now? This is not a good time? I want to know." A hint of desperation tinged the deep voice.

         "Maybe, Reece. She's a big girl, you know. She can do whatever she wants. Again, ask her."

         There was a key in the door and just as it opened, Reece looked panicked. "Boss, it's just Faith," Cori sighed dramatically.

         "Just Faith? She will never be 'just Faith'."

         "Cori? Help! I'm gonna drop this..."

         "Be right back, Reece."

         When she came out from Faith's bedroom, Reece was gone.

         "Hey, Faith, I made breakfast. Come eat." She figured someone should eat it.

         "I knew I loved you for something."

         They ate and talked about the little shopping spree. Cori was not as into it as usual.

         "What's up, Cor? You all right?"

         "Well, sort of. Reece was here this morning. She's pretty broken up over everything. Maybe you should..."

         "No, I will not give in to her. She was wrong, and she acts like an asshole."

         "Granted, but she really feels awful about this."

         "Then she should be apologizing to me herself. She's not a child, she's an adult, and she should have more respect."

         "Hon, you have to get respect to give it. I don't think she knows the meaning of the word. You know, she hasn't had a wonderful life."

         "She could learn. And I am not pitying her."

         "God no! Don't do that, she wouldn't know how to accept it. She doesn't know from it, to her it would be a sign that she's weak."

         "Well, she is only human."

         "As she's just finding out."

         "What's that supposed to mean?"

         "That she is learning how to feel, Faith. You did that. The least you could do is help her."

         "I don't have the strength for that kind of work. She's impossible. What makes you think she'll take my help?"

         "Trust me, she would."

         Faith thought about that for a while, while Cori did the dishes. What could Reece possibly want from her? hy doesn't she just ask her herself? She obviously told Cori. What is she so afraid of me for? Oh damn, maybe she really does have more than lust for me.

         "Cori? What would I say to her?

         "That's entirely up to you, babe."

         Great. Now what? she thought. I'm going to just forget it for the rest of the week. I have three days until I get out on that stage and I'm going to do it. Reece forbidding or not. And suddenly she felt very guilty.

         *  

         It was well into the evening and Reece still hadn't changed out of her sweats. She was sitting in the dark living room watching TV. Flipping through the channels, she came across that Demi Moore movie, "Striptease". She groaned. "Sure, just torture me," she spoke to the screen. She watched the actress dance for a while, but Faith's face kept popping up on her body. Not only was it a disturbing disproportionate sight, but it was driving her crazy. She flipped the channel to MTV. Ah, another best of the 90's special. Picking at the left over take home Chinese, she sang along with most of the videos…until Tina Turner started singing.

         Well, she thought. Isn't that special. I could certainly use one of those. She closed her eyes and imagined Faith, her own personal Private Dancer. Enjoying her imagination a little more than she liked, she opened her eyes and changed the channel, the Weather channel being a pretty safe bet. Why does she do this to me? How come I can't stop feeling like this? Why hasn't Cori called yet? I bolted on her…shit…and Faith too. She must think I'm the biggest asshole on earth. The tall woman stretched herself out on the couch and arched her back, lifting her arms high over her head. God I stink! It took a little convincing her depressed body to move, but she did wind up in the shower eventually.

         Standing in the kitchen in her big fluffy robe and socks, Reece watched and smelled the coffee brewing. She thought about having a drink, but really didn't feel like reducing herself and whatever slut to playing pretend games again. That was just too far. And the thing that bothered her the most is that she would do it again eventually. There was never any hope for her and the real Faith anymore, so pretending was the only way to have her. I wonder what she's doing now? She poured herself a cup, and sat up on the counter. Maybe if I called... She thought better of it. I'm not a teenager for shit's sake!

         She hopped down, grabbed her coffee, and went upstairs to get dressed for work. She really had no reason to be there, but staying home wasn't cutting it. She needed a distraction and refused to go out and get laid until this whole obsession thing was over, so work it is.

         Cori saw Sam sitting in the "bouncer chair" and stopped to playfully tease her. She sat on her lap and flirted, knowing that this was one of the better perks of the bouncer's job. She got a lot of attention from the girls, mostly out of fun, but still, a pretty girl on your lap was a pretty girl on your lap.

         "So any broken bones lately?" Cori slithered around seductively.

         "Nope, just typical toss outs. No one gives me any trouble any more." She frowned.

         "I'll tell you what, the way Reece has been acting lately, you'll get your chance at some blood and guts soon enough."

         "That bad, huh? It's the blonde girl, ain't it?"

         "Yeah, she's totally freaked, and she's gonna blow." Cori leaned down to whisper in Sam's ear. "Would you believe, she's afraid of her?"

         "I'd be afraid too, Cori, she can be pretty scary."

         "I'm talking about Reece!"

         Sam stood up in disbelief and Cori nearly fell on her butt. "Reece is afraid of her?"

         "'Fraid so. I think she's in love. You should see how they are together. It's like electricity is flaying off of them. I half expect to see her hair standing straight up on end when they touch."

         That image just floored Sam, and Cori caught on quickly. Both of them were rolling on the floor in no time.

         "Hey. What's up?" The boss walked up to the two crying women, who took a look at her and started laughing all over again.

         "I truly hope you're not laughing at me."

         "No, boss, believe me, we'd never do that," Sam managed to get out before turning her back to compose herself.

         Reece narrowed her eyes at them, not quite believing them. She tried to give Cori the Look, but all Cori could see was Reece's hair standing straight up in the air, and turned her back too, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably with giggles. Feeling very upset, the tall woman growled and stalked off to her office.

         "God, Cori, why'd you have to give me that picture for?"

         "Sorry, but it's true. So, what are we gonna do with her when Faith starts dancing at The Playhouse?"

         "Oh shit, I don't know. Does she know about it? I spoke to the bouncer there and he told me they're using this to their advantage. You know, stealing away from us."

         "Oh, I can only imagine how that's going to go over. I'm so over her attitude. I swear I'm going to tie up Faith and lock them both in a room together until they fuck."

         "Well leave me out, hon, I don't want any part of that."

         "No problem. I swore I wouldn't get involved, but this is getting on my nerves."

         "What are you gonna do?"

         "Oh trust me, I got a plan."

         Sitting behind her big desk, the club owner was getting antsy. She needed to do something to burn the energy. Usually getting laid was the answer, but she had sworn to herself, and she intended to follow through. She shuffled and paced around the room, and finally decided to do push ups…lots of them. She was going to get through this. Fifteen minutes later, she was already stalking around the club looking for Cori. Sam called the dressing room to warn her and damned if the dancer wasn't excited about it. The bouncer shook her head. Women, who can figure them out.

         Cori stepped out of the room and Reece was already standing there looking guilty.

         "What's up, boss?"

         "Nothing. I was just going to ask you how things were working out."

         "Huh? With what?" She raised her eyebrow in confusion.

         "You know…new room mate...."

         "Oh, fine. Is that all?" She smirked.

         The woman shrugged.

         "Boss, call her up. Ask her."

         "What? Do you think she's all I think about?" She was angry and not a little bit defensive.

         "Frankly, yes, and it's becoming annoying."

         "Well, you're wrong, asshole." Reece turned and started walking away.

         "Then you won't be concerned with the fact that she's claiming the stage on Saturday, huh?" The boss' back stiffened. "No, I thought not."

         Just then Sam came up. "Sorry to interrupt, Faith is outside and wants to talk to you..." Reece spun around expectedly. "...Cori."

         "So, what's wrong? Why didn't she come in with you?" The dancer looked puzzled.

         "Um, she's not allowed in." Sam looked down at her feet.

         "Reece, I don't believe you!" She glared at the tall woman who glared right back. "Grow the fuck up, boss." Cori ran to the front door.

         Faith was literally shaking in the cold. "Cori, I don't think I can do it. I was just there and everything was fine, until this one guy got drunk, and grabbed one girl's breast so hard, she cried. I just left."

         Cori put her arms around her friend and walked her into the club, daring anyone to stop them. "Okay, babe, I'll talk to Sam and we'll make sure you don't have that problem, if you want to go back. I still love ya either way." She smiled.

         Faith laughed. "Yeah, I guess I just overreacted. I mean, I've seen Sam throw guys out, too. I'm just really nervous. Do you know how much they're paying me?" The two girls talked to Sam, who immediately called Tony, and Faith went back to work at The Playhouse a lot more confident.

         "Hey, Cori?" Sam spoke softly.

         "Hmm?"

         "Are you serious about her dancing?"

         "As a heart attack."

         "Reece isn't going to let her, you know."

         "I know. And I think it may actually be a good thing. She's not a dancer, she's an actor She won't make it. I'm only hoping that Reece uses her head and doesn't scare her off the stage, that's all."

         "Good luck." Sam went back to keeping watch over her girls.

         *  

         Earlier…

         The Playhouse was a huge affair, all gaudy red leather and flashing lights. The stage was more like a cat walk twining around everywhere, inches away from the customers' stools, whose faces would be knee level to the dancers. Oh, I think this spontaneity thing needs some work. This was the stupidest thing I have ever done, she grimaced.

         When the nervous blonde first stepped foot in there to apply for work, she was so fired up she didn't take notice. Tonight however, it was highly intimidating to her. She really felt as if she might be sick. It was so much so soon lately that she was just waiting to crash. In the beginning, arriving alone in NYC was the scariest thing in her life. Now she had things she would never have dreamt of securely under her belt. Living in the worst part of the city, sleeping with rats, working with freaks, serving drinks in a titty club, Cori, the Reece enigma, and soon, she would be dancing topless in this hideous stereotypical club.

         God, she thought taking it all in. The stage was weird enough, but it seemed as if each dancer had a theme of some sort. Cowgirls, cops, geishas.... Lord! I don't have a theme! she thought in a panic. Working her way towards one of the bars, she asked the topless waitress where the dressing room was and went directly there, afraid to look at this awful place anymore. Was she in for a rude awakening. The dressing room was lit with red lights, making her eyes hurt. There were girls in various stages of undress laughing and talking, a few even doing drugs right out in the open. Something she herself had never done, or witnessed, before.

         "Hey, blondie, you okay?" the tallest one asked. "You're not gonna puke are you, cuz if you do, I will. It freaks me out."

         "Um no, just a little nervous." She tried not to make eye contact with anyone and looked for her locker.

         "Whattya need, sweetheart?" a woman with humongous breasts asked.

         Holy Mother of God! The little blonde's eyes nearly fell out of her head.

         The terribly top heavy woman beamed with pride. "You like 'em? They're double H's...Roy loves 'em. Brings in a lot of tit lovers."

         "Oh, they're lovely." If you're a cow.

         "You sure you're not gonna barf? You look sick," the tall one asked again.

         "Do you know where I would find my locker?"

         "What name did they give ya? A very bleached blonde plunked her needle-scarred arm on Faith's shoulder. Faith looked at the limb like it smelled.

         "Um…name? I don't know. I thought..."

         "Ah! I think this is yours." Another woman with disgustingly huge breasts guided her to a locker which had the name "Peaches" scrawled on a piece of masking tape. "You gotta get your own lock, sugar, and make it a good one. We gotta lotta thieves and junkies floating around back here at any given time."

         Faith opened it up, the smell nearly physically slapping her face. "Woo!" breast woman #2 waved the air, "This is a good place for a stick up." They laughed and Faith mustered up a sickly little smile.

         Breast woman #1 sat down on the bench next to her while three girls worked out a dance number in the mirrors that would have Hugh Hefner blushing. "So, Peaches, when do you grace the catwalks with your loveliness? I'm Betty. Betty Boob."

         "Saturday." I want my mommy, she whimpered to herself.

         "Oooo, what are you gonna do? Got any pole routines? Those thighs look like they can crack a coconut."

         "No, I uh..."

         "Betty, leave her alone. She's scared." incushion came over to talk. "Habit, bills, fetish?"

         "Excuse me?" The blonde was confused.

         "Why are you dancing? You don't seem the type who enjoys it, and I'm guessing by your olive drab hue this isn't a conscious career move."

         Faith thought about the reason. "Revenge?" It even surprised her. "And money."

         High fives erupted around the room. It seems it wasn't as strange as she thought. "Hey, are you the one from The Lounge?"

         Faith nodded guiltily.

         "Oh boy! How'd tall, dark, and rigid take to this? I mean, look at you! She probably had a fucking cow!" Laughter overcame the room. "I could just see her now..." She did an imitation of Reece's Look. More laughter.

         Faith couldn't help the tears, and ran out of the dressing room in time to witness Sugar Baby's whipped cream act. Oh, they don't expect me to do anything with peaches do they? Soon afterwards, another dancer, Medusa, did things with snakes that would surely give the blonde girl nightmares. Definitely have to talk to Roy about the peaches. Then mayhem as one of the waitresses screamed, Tony trying to wrench the girl's breast out of a customer's grip as best he could. Faith shook her head and bolted, winding up at The Lounge only to find she'd been 86'ed.

         *  

         Cori was furious at the boss. "How dare you?"

         "I really have to remember to lock my door," Reece calmly told her coffee cup.

         "Why did you do that?" She knew Reece had been angry, but to ban Faith from the club was a bit much.

         "I don't want to see her here." A full red lip jutted out sullenly.

         "You are such an asshole sometimes…I could just scream!"

         "And that would be different from what you're doing now?"

         "As a matter of fact, yes." Cori screamed, startling Reece enough to drop her coffee on her desk, infuriating her. The tall woman hurled the mug at the wall in anger, her control already hanging by a thread.

         "Out!" she fumed

         "Now that I have your attention..."

         "Out!" Reece advanced on the woman.

         "No. I want to help you." Cori backed up some.

         "I didn't ask you for help," she sneered.

         "No, you didn't, but you need it, Reece. You need somebody and I want to help." Cori backed up some more, never taking her eyes off the tall woman.

         "I never needed anyone, I don't need you!" Reece was practically toe to toe with the frightened but determined woman.

         "Now, Reece, I think you're wrong. You can't possibly think that this is easy for me. I'm going to have an aneurysm in a second here." She backed up until she fell into the couch. The boss stood over her breathing heavily, a large dark wet spot covering her thighs. Cori was trapped, and she cringed. Great, of all times to finally be on this couch.

         "So, are you just stupid? Or do you not value your life much?"

         "Perhaps both, but I want to help. I care about Faith, and, God help me, I care about you. This has been hell for all of us and I need to make it right. I can't deal with this, and I know you can't either. Please accept my help." Cori knew she was right on the edge…she only wished she knew which way she was going to fall.

         "And what're the conditions?" Reece asked reluctantly.

         "Huh? Reece, when you care about someone, there's no strings. I don't expect anything in return. Well, maybe a hug."

         The angry woman thought about it for a moment and her features softened a little. "I guess I can do hugs."

         "Um, maybe you want to change out of those pants first?" She chuckled nervously. What, do I have a death wish? Shut up already.

         Reece looked at her crotch, gave the dancer an evil little smirk, leaned her arms on either side of the dancer's head, and bent down into her face. Cori closed her eyes and prayed. Moments passed and she wasn't attacked. She peeked out of one eye and saw a half a smile on the boss' face and shot her eyebrow into her hair.

         "Share with the class?"

         "I look like I peed myself."

         Cori started to giggle. Reece shot her a glare an she silenced immediately.

         "Good girl, Cor, you should always fear me."

         "Funny thing, boss, after all this time, I don't really think you'd physically harm me."

         "I hurt people. It's my nature. Don't think that you're special in any way."

         "Oh yeah, but somehow I think if you hurt me, you'd regret it. But not as much as you do hurting Faith." She looked directly into the sad blue eyes. "You did hurt her, you know."

         "Yeah well, who does she think she is..."

         "Um...pot and kettle, Reece. You think your shit don't stink?"

         "Fuckin' A, Cori! You know what she did."

         "Yeah, she introduced you to your heart."

         The tall woman narrowed her eyes.

         "Sorry, boss, it won't work on me. I think I know you better than you do. You want to know what I think?"

         "No."

         "I think she broke your heart."

         Reece looked down and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the feeling inside that she'd been feeling ever since the blonde walked out of her life. Then the feelings she had right before she fled Cori's house; pain, emptiness, fear. The kind of things you can't fill with alcohol, sex, or rage. Nothing was making it better. Yes, her heart hurts. It hurts something terrible. This is love? It can't be, she thought. It can't be this fucked up. I never wanted to touch someone as much as I do her. I want to make her blush, laugh, scream out my name. Why can't I give in? She felt like hitting something… No, I can't do this. She opened her eyes and Cori was still there. She hadn't run away. She's right, you idiot, you hurt Faith. God, does she feel like this too? Because of me ?

         "Cori?" It was nearly a plea.

         "Boss?"

         "Help me?"

         Blue eyes got stormy and before either one knew what to do, the tall woman was sobbing. Oh my God! Reece Corbett is weeping in my arms! Cori tried her best to console her friend, but this had to be the most awkward she'd felt in her life. She adjusted the tall woman's placement on her and cradled her head, rocking back and forth and making soothing sounds. But the boss tried to fight it off.

         "Fuck, what am I a child?" Reece sniffed.

         "God, Reece, it's okay. You're allowed to cry for shit's sake." She kissed the top of Reece's head. "Tell me why you're crying."

         "It hurts and I can't make it go away."

         Cori's own tears fell with that admission. She turned Reece to look at her. "Well, boss, I can't either. But I can tell you who can."

         *  

         Wowee. Cori was stunned into silence. Reece was holding on to her for dear life as sobs wracked through the older woman's frame. The dancer was crying too, at the depth of emotion and trust her friend was sharing with her. She knew this was a turning point in the tall woman's life and wouldn't let go for the world. There was one thing, though; she was sweating up a storm with the combined body heat of two crying women. Feeling confident enough, she stroked the damp black hair and bent her head so their foreheads touched. Reece refused eye contact, but didn't let go. That's a good sign, the dancer thought.

         "God, Cor, this is so humiliating." Reece scrubbed her face roughly with one hand.

         "Boss, I'd never tell," Cori stated confidently.

         Red rimmed blue eyes caught her own with a very weary look.

         "Don't you trust me?" Cori spoke softly through her own tears.

         Reece gave her a look that needed no words. Apparently she did trust Cori more than she thought. Or she wouldn't be lying on the woman soaking her shirt with tears. "Hey? Why are you crying?" She frowned.

         "Because you hurt and I can't help you."

         "You know? Just now, when you said that, I think you did." Reece forced a smile. "Just stop crying. I hurt enough people already."

         "Yeah. Okay." Cori sat up and the boss stood and went to her closet. "Where are you going?"

         "I'm going to change my clothes. I need to shower right this very minute." She opened her office door and found it to be quiet.

         "Hey, boss, looks like it's just me and you."

         "You might want to call what's her name and tell her you're still alive. She must be worried about you."

         "Tell you what, I'll make that call, and we'll go back to your place, okay?"

         "Hmmm, my place? What's the agenda this time? You gonna fake orgasm and give me a lap dance?"

         "Stop." Cori slapped at the tall woman's arm. "I just think we'd be more comfy talking in your house. That is, if you still want to," she added carefully.

         "Yeah, I think so. I'll leave, you use my phone." Reece walked slowly towards the exit contemplating this new turn of events. She hadn't cried since she was a child. Why now?

         It was the idea that she might have caused Faith to feel the pain she was in. That's why. Her eyes welled up again. "Shit! Get a grip!" she told herself. "You're a grown woman for Christ's sake. Act like one," she scolded herself. Yeah, a grown woman who just now for the first time learned what a friend is. How to care. Finds her heart. Falls in love... She shook the last thought from her mind as she exited the club. Taking a breath of the cold air exhilarated her. Maybe there's more to this talking thing than I thought, she pondered.

         *  

         Faith was watching her new favorite channel again, pigging out on chips and Pepsi. It didn't take long for her to abandon the idea of sleeping at night. She settled into the up all night, sleep all day routine. After all, the only people she knew had that same schedule, why fight it. As for acting, she regretfully put that idea aside for another time. One day, her dream would come true. Just not right this moment. She was patient; she would wait. Mary was giving Lou a piece of her mind when the phone rang.

         "Yeah," she chewed into the receiver.

         "That's how you answer the phone?" Cori laughed.

         "Why not? Who else would be calling here at 5 in the morning?" She stifled a soda burp.

         "I guess. I'm not coming home 'til later, okay?" The dancer tried to hide her nervousness.

         "Got a live one, Tiger?" Faith sat up with a giggle.

         "You can say that. You gonna be alright?"

         "Yeah, I'm okay. I want details when you get home, woman!"

         "Oh, you'll get 'em alright. Later." Cori hung up the phone, feeling guilty that she was not telling Faith the whole deal. She didn't want Faith to think she was meddling again, she promised. But this was a whole new thing here. She had the boss opened up and she was going to get to the bottom of the Reece Corbett mystery. It's not going to be easy, she was sure of that. That woman was gonna need some coaxing. Cori was sure she was up for the task. She got this far surprisingly enough, now she wants to know about Frank. How did they meet? Why did he take her in? Were they really sleeping together like rumor had it?

         Ick. Not Reece and Frankie. She shuddered and it wasn't from the night air.

         Cori looked up to see Reece leaning on a very small sports car. "What's that?"

         "My car."

         "A Datsun 280z? You can't possibly fit in there!" She laughed.

         "Watch me." And the boss folded herself right in, opening the passenger's side for the shocked dancer.

         "Ohh, I see it's been tweaked a bit." The driver's side had been customized.

         "Seat belt on, Freak. Yup, I got it for next to nothing. It wouldn't sell like this. Tall people don't give this car a second glance. So, you like it?"

         "It smells funny," Cori muttered, crinkling her nose.

         "That would be me." Reece grinned

         "Ew. How do you open these windows anyway?"

         "You don't, I do. The childproof thing is stuck. I can torture you, you know." She wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.

         "You won't mind if I heave, will you?" Cori shot back.

         "Okay, here." Reece gave in good-naturedly, opening Cori's window. "You big baby."

         "Reece, you've been living on alcohol and take out. Do you have any idea what you smell like right now?"

         "Onions? Curry? Hot and sour sauce?"

         "Drive, please."

         "Whiskey? Special sauce? Cat food?"

         Cori looked revolted.

         "Well you tell me, what is it exactly in a dumpling?"

         Cori was very pleased with the easy bantering between them. Even if the subject matter was questionable. The car screeched around a corner.

         "Reece, you drive like an animal."

         The boss wiggled her eyebrows. "I do everything like an animal. But you know that already." She flashed an evil smirk.

         You know? thought Cori as her stomach fluttered. If she can have that type of reaction on me, poor poor Faith.

         *  

         Faith was busy rooting nosily through Cori's room. She was bored and wide-awake, chastising herself for that last cup of coffee. She found all sorts of interesting things, but this wooden box with a lock on it really got her attention. This was bad. Never leave a curious person alone when she's bored. Especially Faith. She even left the room and went back to look at it again. Afraid to shake it, not knowing if it would damage the contents, she set her sights on finding the key, or at least something to substitute for one. "Okay, Cori, where would you hide a key?"

         Soon after, the blonde woman safety pinned the box open. She found nothing too interesting except family photos, a few love letters from various admirers, and a small yellow clasp envelope. Thinking it was more family photos, she opened it and pulled out its contents. It was pictures all right, but not the family type. There were a few of Cori in sexy positions, clothed, half-clothed, unclothed. "Who took these?" she wondered. Pictures of her friend doing things to herself that you usually don't photograph. She blushed big time. "God, Cori, look at you. The photographer must have had a grand old time." The next picture showed some of the other party in the mirror, but was obscured by the flash. Faith's stomach twisted. "Oh no...."

         She quickly shuffled through the stack until she found it. There she was sprawled out on the bed, en flagrante, a sheen of sweat covered her body, some of her hair stuck to her face, an arm reaching to cover her face, blue eyes like ice at having been photographed. "Hallelujah, she's magnificent." The next few pics were of the tall club owner sleeping, talking, walking; all looked as if they were surprise shots. "Oh Jesus..." Faith's pulse was pounding in her head when she saw Cori tied up on a huge unfamiliar bed, blindfolded. I never knew she liked that. Is that Reece's bed? She got tingles all over seeing that bed, knowing that's where she sleeps, and suddenly, she saw herself tied to it, Reece taking pictures of her naked body. She had to put them away before she left an incriminating wet spot on her friend's bed.

         *  

         Reece was in boxers and a tank top, Cori in a South Park tee shirt that went down to her thighs. She got comfortable in the big chair and pushed the little button to make it recline. Reece glanced over and smirked

         "If you're gonna do that, you should put underwear on. That is, unless...."

         "Hey!" She crossed her knees. "Oh, real hot, Reece, a dead kid in a parka is sooo sexy. What are you looking there for anyway?"

         "Habit. And that's Kenny." She nodded towards Cori's chest.

         "Kenny?"

         "Yeah, he gets killed every episode! It's hilarious!"

         Cori didn't see the humor in that. "Oh yeah, hysterical."

         "I guess you have to be there." Reece slouched back on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping the channels rapidly until the remote was snatched out of her hands. "What?"

         "I was getting nauseous." The dancer stopped on MTV. "Here, it's the countdown special."

         "Change it now." Reece looked aggravated.

         "Why? I thought you liked the 90's."

         "Not any more. Too many songs..."

         "Remind you of her?" Cori hoped she was right.

         "Something like that," the tall woman whispered.

         "Hey, Reece?" Cori crossed her fingers.

         "Hmm?"

         "Tell me about Frank?"

         "What about him?" Yep, now she was definitely aggravated.

         "Anything." Please.

         "He's dead."

         "He won't mind then." She looked at Reece apologetically. "You know, I liked him. I miss him too, but I didn't know him as well as you. There's rumors... I'd like to hear the truth from you."

         "We weren't fucking if that's what you mean." She threw her long body across the couch.

         "Hey, don't get angry, that's not what I mean. I mean, they say he saved your life."

         She sat up and made a face. "Yeah, Cori, he did. He believed in me when I didn't."

         "And...?"

         "He's dead."

         Cori moved to the couch, and held the boss' hands. "Tell me how you met."

         Reece really wanted to talk about it, but wasn't sure how. She was as unfamiliar sharing her feelings as she was with this love stuff. "I want to Cori, I just..."

         "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. I bet you'll feel better if you talk about it. "

         Reece took a deep breath. She had to look away for some reason. "I used to fight for money, you know, like Ultimate Fighting. Well we got busted a lot, and this one time, I was in the cell, waiting it out, and this woman, totally strung out, was on my shit like crazy. I honestly thought she was a hooker. She made typical conversation, what are you in for and shit. She almost came when I told her why I was there. She was pretty turned on by my cuts and bruises too. She even took care of a few. Hey, to each his own." The club owner shrugged and threw a glance at the dancer. Cori merely nodded, not wanting to breathe, fearing it would make Reece stop.

         "So, this guy comes in and bails her out. She makes a stink that she wants him to get me out too. He comes over to the bars, stares into my eyes, and left. I was pissed off, started cursing about who he is to judge me and shit. The cop came fifteen minutes later and told me I've been let out. I really didn't put two and two together until I saw him at the next fight. He put 3G on me. I didn't think about it then, I was undefeated anyway."

         "And? Did you win?" Cori asked anxiously.

         "I need a drink." Reece got up and Cori feared the evening's revelations were over.

         The dancer's eyes were closed and she was nearly asleep when she heard Reece's bare feet slapping on the wooden floors. Happy that the tall woman didn't run away from her questions, she flashed her a huge smile.

         "What took you so long?"

         "I made coffee. Here," she said, handing the dancer a huge mug which she accepted greedily.

         They sat in awkward silence and drank their hot caffeine. Eventually Reece spoke first. "Yes."

         "Boss?"

         "I won. The fight." She leaned back into the sofa, her face tense.

         "And..." Cori put a hand on the tight woman's back and rubbed it in circles reassuringly. It seemed to work.

         Reece closed her eyes and sighed. This touching without sex was very nice, she thought. She peeked up at her friend and got a pang of guilt in her gut for the things she did to her in the past.

         "Cor, before I go on, I want to um, well the way we...when we...when I...crap! Look..." She sat up straight and looked at the floor. "When we were a...thing, I don't think I treated you too well." She leaned forward and her black hair covered her face. Feeling safer under wraps she continued, "I used you."

         Cori was absolutely stunned at this confession. Is this an apology? An audible I'm sorry? She's gonna choke on it. I'll lose her altogether. "Reece, you fucked me and I let you. I liked it."

         "Yeah, but I did things that...." Blue eyes peered through her hair with an unusual look.

         Cori read that look and smiled. "You did things that I wouldn't have let you if I didn't want it. Believe me, I was more than willing to be your plaything, I have no regrets, Reece. It was great while it lasted. I even learned a few things." She grinned.

         "Oh yeah?" Reece smirked back and Cori let out a breath of relief. "Do tell, Cor. What did I teach you?"

         Cori leaned into her friend's shoulder and started ticking things off on her fingers. "Oh, Creative Positions 101, The art of knots, 1001 uses for a banana, interesting photography, sex toys for idiots... I could go on." She gave her boss an arch look.

         Reece laughed. "I get the idea. So, it's okay? I mean the other stuff?"

         "Oh that. That wasn't really bad, Reece, you didn't hurt me. If I didn't enjoy it, would I have came?

         Reece looked skeptical. "You could have faked it," she challenged.

         "Oh, I don't think so. You saw me fake it the other day. "

         "Yeah, that was pretty convincing, but I think I'd know. Thanks, Cori."

         "Anytime, boss. But there is one thing I want to know about that time. How come I never noticed your tongue piercing?" She pulled open Reece's mouth and looked at the barbell in question.

         Reece slapped her hand away with a mock glare. "Geez, you take liberties don't you? I took it out for a time." Cori opened her mouth but a large hand covered it. "And, before you ask, I had to get X-rayed and forgot to put it back in. I had to get it re-pierced."

         Satisfied with the answer Cori directed the conversation back to Frankie. "So, what happened that day, you know, after you won that fight," she prompted.

         Much more relaxed, Reece spoke more freely. "Well, afterwards he came to me and offered me half his winnings. I threw it in his face and laughed. He didn't even flinch. I was impressed to say the least..."

         "I don't want your fucking money!" a young arrogant Reece spat. "You won it fair and square."

         "Just thought you could use it," the man in the suit replied. "If you won't take the money, can I offer you a job?"

         "Yeah, right. I'm not a fucking whore, asshole. You have no use for me."

         "Name's Frankie, not Asshole. I own a club, in midtown...I could use a bouncer." He handed her his card.

         She glanced at it and sneered. "Your money is gonna blow away." She saw her 'owner' approach; she had to get out of there. She stuffed the man's card in her pocket.

         "It's legal. Better than this."

         "You exploit people just the same." Her eyes darted around the room.

         "No, I own no one. It's a business, like any other."

         "You have nothing to gain with me. I'm a trained killer. You have everything to lose with a worthless scum like me...Frankie," she growled. Her 'owner' grabbed her by the arms and, like a trained dog, she allowed herself to be led away.

         Then he said something that she will never forget. "Reece, you're a human being, not an animal."

         Cori saw the boss staring into her mug. She could never imagine a life like that. God, what she went through. She twined her fingers through her friend's and squeezed. "Thanks, Reece. You don't have to go on. I'm feeling mighty special about now," she smiled.

         Blue eyes focused on her friend. "You know? I feel like a weight lifted off me. I should be thanking you." She got another smile in return. "Um, is this where the hug comes in?"

         "See? You catch on fast." Cori fell into the strong, open arms and fell quickly to sleep. Reece was still remembering. It had been pushed so far down for so long, she couldn't stop it now if she tried.

         Frankie showed up to a few fights after that, but never approached her again. Reece was undefeated. She never threw out Frankie's card. His words haunting her at times... "Human being, not an animal." A year had passed when she accidentally killed another opponent. Her owner, having enough legal trouble, sold her to a sadistic man, who she had eventually blinded before running away from. She lived on the streets for about six months and one day was caught stealing a lousy can of tuna fish. Back in jail for the umpteenth time, she took out the crumpled up business card. The cop holding her making rude comments the whole time. A woman's voice, hollering over loud music, answered the phone.

         "Lounge, how can I help you?"

         "Um, Frankie."

         "Who's calling?"

         "The Animal," she growled at the cop.

         "Hold please."

         "Reece?"

         "Yeah."

         "You okay?"

         "I'm in jail..."

         "Hang out." Click.

         She stared at the receiver until the obnoxious cop snatched it from her. "Hey, Animal," he chuckled," stand in the back, you're stinking up my jail." He laughed at her. She'd have to kill him later. Defiantly, she stood up against the bars and glared at him. Which is how Frankie found her.

         "Reece? What the fuck happened to you?" He was shocked at her appearance.

         "She's a fucking thief." The cop smirked.

         "Hey, asshole, I'm bailing her out now, and you have to leave this place sometime."

         Reece sneered and made biting gestures.

         The cab ride home was silent and Frankie never mentioned the state of her clothing, or anything else for that matter. She sat still and wondered what kind of mistake she just made. When she stepped inside the house she was awestruck. The sheer size of it all was astounding. This was no trailer or subway car, this was the fucking Taj Mahal! Holy shit!

         "Hey, Animal." She caught the bundle of clean clothes thrown her way. "I don't have ladies underwear, but I think you'll do just fine with boxer briefs. Somehow I don't see you in panties anyway. There's towels and a toothbrush in your room." He pointed to the far side of the living room. "Go get cleaned up."

         She stood stock still, staring at him in disbelief.

         "Are you deaf?" he chuckled. "Go clean up, I'll be here when you finish. I'm ordering Italian."

         She moved towards the door he pointed too, and slammed her shin on a very short and pointy table.

         "Motherfucking shit!"

         "Heh, you'll get used to it," he laughed.

         "Holy shit!" she muttered when she opened the door. Where the fuck am I? I know we didn't leave Manhattan... She looked out the big window at the narrow, tree-lined street. The street lamp shone on the sign, Bank Street. The West Village? This guy is gay? All thought processes stopped when she saw the size of the bathroom attached to the room.

         The underwear fit fine as well as the jeans and sweatshirt. Clean for the first time in a long time, she felt good. Frankie wasn't kidding about ordering Italian. There was enough food for an army in there. She stood in the living room waiting to be noticed. He turned around and saw how beautiful she was—thin, but beautiful. "Well, look at you. You sure do clean up nice." She fidgeted under his appraising stare. "Come eat. I got you spaghetti...you can never go wrong with pasta."

         "Why are you doing this?" she accused.

         "What? Don't like pasta?" He shrugged, completely unconcerned.

         "Why are you doing this for me? What do you want? Sex? Can't have it. I fuck women." Her stomach was screaming for the food.

         "You'll come to the club tomorrow. I have a job for you. Eat. I'm going to bring this food to the girls."

         She stuffed her face full of pasta. "You feed them?" she mumbled.

         "Sometimes, when business is slow I help them out where I can." Frankie thought she looked like a kid eating ice cream. But he knew inside, there was never any child. The shit she must have been through. "And no, I don't want sex."

         "So, you gay too or somethin'?" She stopped chewing and waited for a response.

         "I'd probably have better luck, but no."

         Blowing out the breath she was holding, she leaned over the table and looked him in the eyes. They looked like honest eyes, she thought. But trust was unheard of in her world. What's the catch?"

         "You remind me of my sister. She was something. She died on the streets. We all die young in this family. You can't fight the genes, though." He shook his head and seemed to come back to himself. "Reece, I see something in you...a potential to be somebody, not be somebody else's. Just accept it." He touched her hand and felt her flinch.

         "What's the job entail?" She was more interested, but still cautious.

         "Tossing out assholes, watching the girls... Oh, they're gonna love you!"

         "Yeah? A bouncer, huh?" She grinned at the thought of beautiful, half naked women around her all night. Oh, it's been too long. She fidgeted again, this time against the heat in her crotch.

         "Maybe you can help me with the finances." He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

         "Collections? As in, break some legs collections?" Her eyes went wide.

         "Yes," he nodded.

         "Cool!" She smiled and it wasn't nice. ""It'll keep the juices flowing."

         Frankie just laughed.

         Cori found herself in the guest room. She smiled, knowing Reece took care in bringing her in and not waking her. Speaking of, where is she? There was a note on the full coffee pot. She's at the gym at 3 in the afternoon? Don't tell me she just woke up too! She laughed, but then sobered up again quickly. Boy, what am I going to tell Faith? She wants details. Since Faith wasn't getting any, she lived vicariously through Cori's exploits.

         The phone rang and she picked it up before she realized she wasn't home. Someone was chuckling at her silence. "Boss?"

         "Yeah. Bagels?"

         "Sure," she smiled.

         "Okay." The woman hung up.

         Cori laughed at her friend's one-word answers. She must have filled her weekly word quota last night. Chuckling, she went to take a shower.

         *  

         Reece found Cori sprawled out on her bed playing video games. The tall woman threw the comforter over the smaller woman's head. "Breakfast," she announced with a chuckle.

         "Damn, woman, you ever change these sheets? This blanket has sex all over it!"

         "Maybe you shouldn't be in my bed anyway. And I changed them two days ago."

         Knowing there'd been nobody in the bed but Reece since, the dancer blushed and threw a pillow at her. "Oh. Anyone I know?"

         "How do you know it wasn't you?" she smirked.

         "Hardly the fantasy type. I'm highly attainable. " She followed the boss downstairs to the kitchen.

         "Here, food." Reece waved the bag of fresh hot bagels under Cori's nose.

         "Mmm. That's heaven."

         Grateful for the distraction from her sheets, Reece ate quietly, while the dancer watched discreetly. She couldn't imagine this woman being owned. It must have been awful. What happened to her self-esteem to allow her to be treated like an animal? And how come she didn't maul Frankie for calling her Animal? She never let anyone else go without at least a broken nose. The more she thought, the more questions arose.

         "What?" Reece's eyebrows arched.

         "Huh?"

         "You're staring at me. Is there something in my nose?"

         "Oh, no. I was just thinking." Cori looked a her with a question.

         "No."

         "No what?"

         "No, I don't want to know what you're thinking." She got up and refilled her mug.

         "I was just wondering..."

         "Fine. Ask me." Reece made a show of throwing herself in the chair and gesturing defeat with her arms.

         "Please, Reece," Cori sighed. "And you said I was dramatic."

         "You're losing me..." Reece warned, starting to slide down in her chair.

         "Okay! Well, why were you on the streets in the first place?"

         Reece rolled her eyes. "I got too old for the nuns to fuss over."

         "You were orphaned?"

         "Thrown away with the trash. Some street walker found me in a dumpster, brought me to a church."

         Cori was shocked at the nonchalance.

         "So you grew up in a church?" The dancer was amazed.

         "Well, many churches and many foster homes."

         "And you wound up on the streets when?"

         "My last foster father was a whacked out 'Nam Vet, he tortured me with drills before dawn, beat me if I spoke out of line, and pretty much made life a living hell."

         "No shit! God, Reece, I'm so sorry."

         "You didn't do it." The woman shrugged with an air of indifference. It had happened…she'd survived.

         "Yeah, but..."

         "You wanna hear or not?" Cori nodded her head wildly. "Well, he wound up smacking me around one time too many, and I went postal on his ass. He just laughed like a mad man and hugged me saying, "that's my little soldier." Next thing I knew, I was boxing for profit, wrestling, then things changed and it was soon after when Frankie found me."

         "Your owner was your father?"

         "No, I never had a father. He was just that, my owner." Reece was starting to get uncomfortable. She'd told the dancer way too much as it was.

         "Man, this is deep shit, Reece. You know something?"

         "Hmm?"

         "You clean up real good." Cori touched Reece's hand with affection.

         The tall woman was at a loss. "Thanks?"

         "One more question...please?"

         "Oh, now you're pushing it..." The tall woman shrunk under the table again

         "This is the first winter since I've known you, that you haven't gone off on your bike."

         "Yeah, so where's the question?"

         "Where'd ya used to go?"

         "In September, tons of bikers head towards Sturgis. I usually hooked up with them for a while, and then pulled off wherever I felt like staying."

         "By yourself?"

         "Yeah. But sometimes I went with them too."

         "You miss it?"

         Reece sighed. "Terribly. It was the one thing I looked forward to all year. Solitude, nothing but you and the wind and the roar of the bike..." She looked disappointed.

         "Sorry that you can't have your down time. I know it means a lot to you."

         "Do you?"

         "Yeah. I can tell. You seemed much more relaxed and peaceful when you came back. I could never do it."

         "I like being alone. I really like it," she added meaningfully.

         "You want me to leave?" Cori grinned.

         "Eventually," she smiled.

         "Thanks, boss." Cori smiled back. She liked Reece's smile.

         *  

         Cori was tackled the moment she stepped in the door.

         "Hey! What the…?

         "So...?" The blonde lifted her eyebrow.

         "So what?"

         "Who was she? Was it at least worth breakfast?"

         "Stop," Cori chuckled. "It's not like that. I spent the night by Reece."

         Faith looked at her like she had two heads.

         "Don't look at me like that! We talked!" she defended herself.

         "All night?" Faith asked angrily.

         "Yes! What did you think? She tied me up and had her way with me?" Cori gestured to herself.

         Faith looked like she swallowed a bug. "Uh, no, but if she wanted to, would you let her?" Those pictures were too fresh in her mind.

         "Faith! What has gotten into you?" the dancer yelled.

         "Nothing." The blonde was dangerously close to a sullen pout.

         Cori stared at her friend. What is her problem? "Faith, I swear, I don't want her like that."

         "You did." The blonde looked at her feet.

         "Yeah, and I wanted you too."

         "You did?" Faith looked shocked.

         "Yeah, but our friendship is so much more important than what we would have had," Cori told her emphatically.

         "I'm sorry, Cori." she hugged her friend I'm so high strung lately. Maybe I should go for a run."

         "No way. I'm giving you the world's best massage."

         "Oh, twist my arm." She giggled in relief. What has gotten into me? I'm jealous of something that happened before I knew either of them.

         A while later the blonde was sitting on her bed, images of a naked and sweaty Reece dancing in her head. She was totally lost in her mind or she would have seen Cori standing there with her eyebrow all over the place.

         "Hon?" It must be Reece. She tilted her head in amusement.

         "Oh! Cori, I'm sorry…distracted again." She turned away to hide the blush.

         " Uh huh." Cori smirked. "It's Saturday, I don't blame you. Tonight's the big night, huh?"

         "Yeah, I guess it is." Now the soon-to-be-dancer got nervous.

         "You want me to be there? I will if you want."

         "Cori, how are you going to leave the club without her knowing where you're going? It's impossible."

         "You want me there? I'll do it." She gave her friend a bracing hug.

         "Why are you being so good to me?" Faith mumbled into her friend's shirt.

         "Because I care about you. Geez, I never met two such clueless people before..."

         "Thanks, Cor. I'd like it if you were there."

         "No problem, sweets." Oh God, how the hell am I going to do this.

         "You're the best friend I ever had." The blonde's eyes started to well up with tears. "I am so scared of that place, those people..."

         "C'mere, massage time, babe. Lay down."

         Within minutes, Faith was asleep. Cori smiled at her friend. She hated talking her into dancing at this club. She felt she was deceiving her. She knew the trash that worked The Playhouse, but it was the only way to get the two women she cared about most together. She was sure of this. Reece will not let the woman she loves toss her titties around. Hopefully she'll tell her as much. Now the only thing she was relying on not to backfire was the tall woman's temper. If Reece makes a scene, she would embarrass Faith. That would be the end of everything. She really prayed that this would work.

         *  

         Reece paced her whole apartment. It was Saturday. Tonight Faith would be dancing in that shit-awful place, and she wouldn't be there to protect her. It was churning her stomach. She looked at her watch again. Still eight hours until show time. This was going to be the longest day in her life. She started to pace again. How was she going to stop her? "I can't stop her," she said out loud. "What am I going to do? Forbid her again? People don't own people. Period. Stop acting like you own her, idiot."

         It was so hard. She was conditioned in only one way for so long, it was the only way she knew how to act. Even if she herself knew it was wrong, things just flew out of her mouth and she couldn't stop them. She tried to learn respect, having tasted it so briefly with Frankie. She can't demand and expect; she has to explain and accept. That's what she has to keep remembering. She gathered her things, and had an incredible idea when she opened her coat closet. "Hmmm, I wonder if it will work?" She shook the idea away. Spying will never work. It's not like she would blend so easily. "Fuck." She set off to go to her club. Maybe she'd get so caught up in work, she'd forget all about it. "Ha!" It was a thought anyway.

         *  

         By 7 PM, Cori was getting anxiety attacks watching her friend walk back and forth in the living room. She had given up trying to comfort her nerves a long time ago.

         "You wanna go over the rules again?"

         "Sure, Cor, anything."

         "Okay, Rule #1: Find a target. The shy ones are the safest bet."

         "Because they won't maul me."

         "Yeah, something like that. Faith, if you think of it that way..."

         "Sorry, I'm nervous."

         "#2: Cleavage. Make sure you tease them with as much covered tit as possible. Anticipation is key. They'll be throwing the money at you just to take it off."

         "You'll be there right?" she pleaded.

         "Of course. Rule #3: Let them do all the work. Let the customers take off your clothes. They'll feel obligated to tip you."

         "Okay, I know rule #4: Look like you just had sex. Give them eye contact, pretend you want them."

         "Yep! And rule #5: Be blank. Never get flustered over a customer. And never let them know if you do."

         "Thanks, Cor. I know I'm being silly about this whole thing. It's just a titty club."

         "Aw, you're not being silly. I threw up for an hour before my first show."

         "Yeah well, if I did that, there would be some freak chain reaction in the locker room." She shuddered at the thought.

         "That wouldn't be good. So, what do you want to do ‘til work?"

         "I feel like I could run a marathon," Faith muttered, pacing around the room.

         "Too cold…next."

         "I actually think I'm hungry?"

         "Ooo, big surprise. I bet you'll be eating while giving birth."

         "Great image, Cor." She backhanded her friend in the stomach.

         "Let's go eat. Grab your clothes; we'll separate from there. I promise I'll be there when you perform."

         After eating and dropping Faith off at The Playhouse, Cori went to The Lounge, stopping to chat with Sam.

         "Problem, Sarge."

         "What kind? Need my help?"

         "In a way. I have to get to The Playhouse at exactly 12:30. Help!"

         "Oh! She's going through with it?"

         "Yeah, I promised to be there. I have to be there. What am I going to do?"

         "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'll distract Reece. I'll think of something."

         She threw her arms around Sam's neck and kissed her right on the mouth. "Thank you! I love you, Sarge. I owe you big time."

         "Heh heh...how can I refuse?"

         *  

         Reece was almost effective at distracting herself. Every so often she would be reminded of the hour as her watch pinged. 11:00. Now what? She contemplated what to eat for dinner, thinking Faith would be a delicious meal. Lost in that thought for a while, the next time she checked her watch, a half hour had passed. She stood and shook her head at herself. Figuring it would be a good idea to get out for a bit and get something, she grabbed her coat and split. Cori saw Reece and Sarge exchange words from her side stage waiting point. Sarge found Cori and made eating gestures at her after Reece had gone. "Yes!" This was perfect! She hoped the boss would be gone at least an hour.

         After finishing her act, Cori ran like a woman on fire to the dressing room, threw her clothes on, and bolted out the door, saluting Sam on the way out. She found Faith nervously waiting to go on. There were already a couple girls on various parts of the catwalk.

         "Hey, honey! Look, with the others up there, it won't be as bad, huh?" she mentioned encouragingly.

         "I guess. Thanks for being here. How'd you get out?"

         "Reece went out to eat! Believe it?"

         "Lucky you," Faith chuckled nervously.

         "AND NOW…STRAIGHT FROM THE LOUNGE…THE LOVELY...THE JUICY...PEACHES!"

         Faith turned green.

         "Oh God, Cori..."

         Cori pushed her friend out on the catwalk and prayed for the best. She hooted and hollered for all she was worth. Faith was very awkward at first, but being as attractive as she was, the men didn't seem to mind. She loosened up a bit with Cori's encouragement and did very well. She made a pretty penny, too.

         "You go, girl!" Cori helped Faith off the stage and covered her with her coat. No sense in letting them see it for free.

         "Woo! I did it Cori!" she laughed.

         "Come on, woman, let's count your blessings. Then I have to jet." They laughed all the way to the dressing room.

         *  

         After eating a dinner of two devil dogs and coffee, Reece was turning the corner to her club when an annoying flyer person thrust a piece of paper at her. She was going to wad it up and stuff it in his mouth when she noticed what it said. It was a picture of Faith, under the words..."Come to The Playhouse 12:30, and 2:00 and see how ripe my peaches are."

         Reece nearly had a stroke right there. Unfortunately the innocent man suffered her wrath and was digging paper out of very odd places for days after. She stormed into her club, directly to the dressing room. Flinging open the door she shouted, "Cori!" Sam fell in behind her, wondering what happened, and just a little worried for Cori. "Boss, she went to get something to eat. What's up?"

         "This!" She threw a wadded up piece of paper at the bouncer. Sam opened it up and winced. When she looked up, Reece was gone, and the slam was inevitable.

         Cori ran into the club a few moments later and saw the exchange. Oh shit!

         "Sarge? What happened?"

         "Seems the boss doesn't appreciate this."

         Cori's face turned sour. "Oh, Faith doesn't even know about this. How'd they get her picture?"

         "They have a camera in the locker room. Keeps the girls on their toes. Musta took a still shot."

         "Oh Jesus, Sarge! Reece is going to go in there and destroy the place!"

         "You gonna stand in front of her?"

         "No fucking way!"

         "Then, let her do what she wants, Cori. It's not like they don't have it coming."

         "This isn't good. I have to stop her." Cori chewed on her lower lip, her mind spinning with plans.

         "Cori, you are a very lovely woman," Sam told her gravely. "I'd hate to have to weep by your grave."

         "Yeah, right…" She went towards Reece's office and the door opened.

         "Hey, boss! Wait up. Listen, don't do anything that you'll regret!"

         The woman merely snarled.

         "Please! Think of the implications."

         Reece just kept walking.

         "Think about this! For Faith's sake!"

         Reece turned around and started toward Cori, who had possibly lost control of her mouth.

         "Look, calm down." The dancer held her hands up defensively. "Do you really want to go back to jail?"

         "What does it matter to you?" Reece growled.

         "It matters a lot, Reece! Listen to me, you're not thinking clearly. I swear! This is the right thing!"

         The club owner closed her eyes and took a few heaving breaths. "What do you suppose I do then?" she sneered.

         "You want to go there? You'll ruin Faith's big night. If you embarrass her, Reece...." She tentatively touched the high-strung woman. Very angry blue eyes popped open.

         "But Cori, I want to kill that jerk off! Not hurt Faith. I promise." She bit out the last words grudgingly.

         "Okay. I do too, but it's not going to help any. Look, you're so angry you're shaking. Let's just go into the office and calm down. Okay?"

         "She can't do this. She just can't. They can't do this to her..."

         "She can do what she wants. Unless she is convinced that she shouldn't, she will. Talk to her like a person, tell her how you feel."

         "I think I love her, Cori." There. It fell out uncontrollably.

         You could have knocked Cori down with a feather. Did she just admit that freely? Okay, so it was to the wrong person, but still an admission. "I know you do, hon. And her, you. Let's go inside and think of something."

         "She does?" Reece stopped all movement.

         "I'm quite sure of it. So, you want to go there and talk to her? Or just check her out." The dancer wiggled her eyebrows. "You'll make quite a stir."

         Reece's heart pounded furiously. Do I dare go there? Yes. I can't go the night without at least seeing that she's okay. She went back to her first idea.

         "So, Cor, what if she doesn't know it's me?"

         "Hello? You're not exactly the average Jane."

         "Yeah, but with a little help..." she smirked.

         "Boss? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" The dancer smirked right back.

         "Cori, step into my office. I think I need your help."

         "See now, isn't it better when we think before we act?"

         "Don't push your luck, freak."

         "Come on, boss. We only have so much time."

         In the office, Cori was trying to find a way to effectively tuck the long black hair into the tall woman's shirt.

         "You need a hat, Reece. This looks like you have a hump."

         "I have a helmet."

         "Oh, that'll blend. Remember to keep your jacket zipped." Cori was looking around the room for something. She settled on one of those stress squeeze things. "Here, put this in your pants."

         Reece just stared at her blankly.

         "Boss, your pants are so tight, it's apparent you have nothing there."

         She looked towards her crotch and back at Cori.

         "Look, the girls are trained to look at..." she pointed at the boss's crotch, "...it for a reaction."

         Reece lifted an eyebrow.

         Exasperated, Cori threw the squeezy thing at her. "You are pretending to be a man for christ's sake!"

         Reece caught the stress toy and squeezed it. "Hoo no! My dick would never feel squishy like this! No way!"

         "Well, what do you suggest? Nothing else will fit in those pants," she said sarcastically.

         "Plenty have fit in these pants." The club owner wiggled her eyebrows. "They're leather, Cor, they adjust."

         "Well, unless you have a dildo laying around here..."

         An evil leer cut her right off.

         "You do? Why did I even doubt that," the dancer muttered, shaking her head.

         "Yeah. Bottom drawer on the left."

         "Perpetual hard-on's are good. The girls will be falling all over you, Reece."

         "Well, that's not the idea. I could go without it, but you seem to think it's a good idea."

         "It is, trust me, I'm a dancer."

         "If you insist." The tall woman stood and spent quite some time arranging herself.

         From behind, it was very amusing and Cori had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. When Reece turned around, the dancer's eyes bugged out. "How did you do that?"

         Reece looked down and back up at Cori with a shrug. "Do what?"

         "It looks so real!"

         "Isn't that what you want?"

         "Yeah, just ...never mind. Zip up, let's take a look." Reece put on her sunglasses and stood tall.

         "Good, boss. Now we just need a hat. A ball cap, so it can cover your face a bit."

         "Sam has one."

         "Good. I think you're all set, then."

         The club owner took a deep breath, and looked at her watch. "1:40! Shit, Cor!" She ran out of the office, and through the club, snatching the hat off of Sam's head on the way out, confusing the poor bouncer.

         *  

         Reece was barely recognizable in her get-up and sauntered towards the bar to better scan the place. She was relieved to see they hadn't gotten rid of the 10-foot mirror behind the bar as she sat on an empty stool. Taking off her sunglasses, she ordered her drink and glanced into the mirror to survey the club. She was glad this was a topless only joint as she tossed back a shot of Jack, her eyes watering as it burned the back of her throat. Shit! My eyes! She quickly put the glasses back on realizing that her eyes were her one dead give away. There were a handful of dancers on the stage, which was a maze of catwalks and poles winding around most of the floor with stools lining the whole length. It was pretty crowded and she mentally went over the benefits of such a set up for her own club. She was lost in thought and didn't notice when the music changed signifying a new girl coming out to perform. It wasn't until the guy next to her gave her an elbow to the kidney and mentioned what he'd like to "do" to this "broad" that Reece squinted at the stage to see what this guy's problem was.

         It was the strangest thing. All at once her mouth went dry, her knees felt weak, her heart was pounding in her ears—which would explain why the blood stopped flowing to her fingers—and like a moth to a flame, she couldn't stop walking towards the stage. She shoved herself into a stool and, despite the sunglasses, kept her head down.

         Willing herself to peek upwards, she took in the sight before her. It was her, Faith, wearing the most incredibly sexy outfit and wiggling seductively around the stage to her intro. Reece shoved her cold hands in her pockets to stop the shaking. The music changed again, and it was time for Faith to start taking off her clothes.

         The dancer was a lot more confident, this being her second time out. The first set had started as a nightmare for the blonde: she initially felt uncoordinated, clumsy, ugly, and way too short. But thanks to Cori, once she got warmed up it was much easier to let go. Letting her hips sway to the beat, she looked around to find a man to "assist" her in her task of disrobing. In the beginning it was a little embarrassing to have all these men waving money at her, but counting the profits afterwards changed that. Working her way around the twisting stage, she spotted her victim.

         Oh, look at that guy. He can't even look at me.

         Reece started to sweat. Faith was dancing right towards her and if she came any closer, she was sure she'd die. Suddenly feeling fingers under her chin, the customer obeyed and lifted her head.

         Calves, knees, thighs, cleavage. Reece was riveted.

         Faith was bending at the waist, her tits level with the customer's head: Rule #2. Reece swallowed hard. Surely she can see my heart beating in my throat! The dancer dropped into a squat and dropped her hands behind her and thrust her crotch up into the horrified face in front of her.

         Reece, knowing where this was going, pulled her hands out of her pockets and quickly shoved a bill in front of her. Maybe she'd take it and go away.

         The dancer was having way too much fun though. God, this guy is so shy! Gotta loosen him up! She got to her knees took his hands and wrapped them around her back, pushing his face into her cleavage and wiggling.

         The customer groaned into her flesh and Faith felt the familiar tingle in her stomach. What the…? She was taken aback and let the man go. He immediately stood up and Faith's eyes widened when she noticed the reason for his discomfort. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back down on the stool, whispering seductively, "Did I do that?"

         Reece could hear the hoots and whistles of the others and wanted to get as far away from the stage as possible. If she left completely, it would surely make Faith feel terrible. Then again, if she thought real hard maybe she could disappear.

         The dancer went and collected her tips but found herself inexplicably drawn to this man. On her hands and knees, she crawled back to him and took the money from his hand, touching his lips, which elicited another massive stomach tingle and a visible shudder from the customer, and then placing the money between his teeth. Noticing it was a twenty, she had an excuse to give him a good show. She stood up and danced for him exclusively, noting how hard he was breathing excited her in a strange way. She turned around and squatted again, letting him know he was to take off her bra.

         Reece hesitated, but the proximity of Faith's flesh was doing her in. She had never been more excited in her life! She was trembling when she opened the clasp, and in a split second her face was surrounded by soft warm skin, enveloped in breast.

         The dancer squeezed her breasts together, plucking the money from the paralyzed customer's teeth.

         Ohgodohgodohgod! Reece wanted to run, but couldn't move. Faith had her hand on the back of her neck and was mashing her face into warm, sweet smelling flesh. She was sure she was drooling down the blonde's cleavage.

         The dancer couldn't believe how turned on she was by this man! This was breaking rule #5. She begged silently for him to run his tongue over her skin. He was shaking and sweating and she was sure he would have a nice wet spot in his leathers to match the one she currently had in her thong, which was surprising her to begin with.

         Reece could smell Faith all around her. She was getting lightheaded, and struggled to get free before she did something she would regret. She closed her eyes in relief when she was released.

         The dancer let go of the man and again squatted down in front of him, reaching out and removing his sunglasses. Piercing blue eyes popped open, disoriented. Faith gasped. This was not what she expected, but a sense of relief washed over her, along with a little pride in the reaction she provoked in the woman. Seeing the expression in Faith's green eyes, Reece was shocked into stillness, her chest the only thing moving in time with her near panting. Without even thinking, the dancer moved in and brushed her lips across Reece's, replaced her sunglasses, and casually strode away.

         The boss was grateful that her cover wasn't blown, but the rest of her feelings at this moment were indescribable. She waited until the blood flow returned to her limbs and stood as best she could on her rubbery legs. She saw Faith turn, run her gaze up and down her tall frame, and shoot her a very wide smile. Why is she smiling? She can't possibly find this funny. She looked down at her own crotch and couldn't help the grin that appeared on her own face. She noticed all eyes on her, and so she did the only thing any man would in this predicament. She adjusted her penis and winked at the blonde.

         Faith laughed out loud at Reece, and watched as she left, receiving a few encouraging slaps on the back and comments on the way out.

         *  

         The cold night air did nothing to suppress her body heat. She removed her cap opened her coat, and made her escape back to The Lounge. Reece was wound tighter than ever.

         *  

         "Holy shit!"

         Reece was not at all comfortable.

         "Holy shit!" She wished she could rip off her clothes and lay down on the sidewalk.

         "What the fuck was that all about?" She picked her hair up off of her neck and let the cold air hit her. "She knew it was me! Did she know it the whole time?" She opened up the buttons to her shirt exposing her white tee shirt to the chill.

         "Holy shit!" The tall woman didn't even notice the people staring at her as she walked by talking to herself and undressing.

         "That was so stupid...shit!" She hit herself in the forehead. "And the way I acted....but that look she just gave me...oh, she's gonna be the death of me."

         She did look odd, what with her noticeable breasts and rather large penis. She was waiting for the Walk light when a hooker approached her.

         "Hey, sexy...I'm into it," she leered. "Fifty bucks and you can do it all."

         Reece stared at the woman like she was insane.

         "Although I'd let you do anything anyway." She licked her lips suggestively.

         Reece was dangerously close to freaking out on the bitch when the light changed. She started to cross the street and the woman grabbed her arm. She spun around and was ready to slam her into the light post when the hooker leaned into her crotch and whispered, "Anything."

         The furious woman looked down between them and noticed just what had the ho' so intrigued. Instead of throwing the hooker off of her, she laughed. The prostitute was confused, but still interested, yet this strange woman just laughed louder at her advances until she was sufficiently embarrassed and fled.

         Reece continued to laugh all the way to The Lounge.

         *  

         Faith stood there on the stage after Reece made her big exit. She couldn't keep the huge smile off her face since the moment she revealed those frightened baby blues. She had been more than alarmed to find herself reacting the way she had, and to find out it was the sexy club owner all along relieved her to no end. She was startled as a new girl came out on stage, and she quickly gathered her things and ran into the locker room to find Cori waiting by her locker.

         "Whoohoo!" They hugged and twirled in circles.

         "Cori, did you see that?"

         "Did I ever! That was the most intense thing I ever saw!"

         "It was her! She came and watched me. Oh my God!"

         "Unbelievable!" Cori smirked.

         "She was disguised! All sweating and her hands were cold and clammy...."

         "Wow!"

         "She gave me a twenty! Did you see what she had in her pants? For christ's sake it was large. Why'd she dress like that? Not that I care…but she really fooled me."

         Cori chuckled at her friend's rambling.

         "And when she touched me I felt like...what are you grinning at? You knew this the whole time, didn't you!"

         "Forgive me, Peaches, for I have sinned..."

         "Oh you...!"

         "Hey, Peaches! Fabulous, girl!"

         "Thanks, Betty. You too." Faith narrowed her eyes at Cori, as the other women gathered around her.

         "Way to go, shorty." The tall woman smacked her back.

         "Ow, thanks." She glared at Cori and whispered to her. "Whatever you do, don't puke."

         Cori looked at her like she had two heads.

         "Hey, you really had that guy in the palm of our hand. Whoa, you're good! I'd be careful though, it's always the quiet ones..."

         "Oh, no worry, ladies, I think my friend here has it all under control. Don't you, Peaches?" Cori smiled sweetly.

         "Yes, es I do. If you'll excuse me, ladies...and Cori." She grabbed her bag and walked confidently out of the room. Cori giggled and followed.

         "I can't believe you knew she was coming and didn't tell me. Why did you do that?"

         "Oh come on, it worked out wonderfully, if you ask me. You were on her like flies to shit."

         "Ew, Cor, That's not the analogy I'd use, but yeah I was drawn to her. It was weird." The night air hit her like a slap. "Shit, it's cold out here!"

         "Maybe you should put some clothes on." The dancer shivered.

         "Shut up and get a cab."

         "Yes, ma'am. Where are we headed?"

         "The club. I think I have to apologize to someone."

         "You do?"

         "Yeah. Remember when you said she doesn't say the words but you can always tell when she's sorry?"

         "Yeah..."

         "She's sorry."

         "Oh."

         Faith went over those few minutes with Reece during the cab ride. How she smelled, how she felt on her skin, how she shook. She smiled. "I did that."

         "Did you now? You did what?" Cori asked as innocently as she could.

         "Oh, I said that out loud?"

         "Yes, now you have to tell me what the hell you're talking about."

         "I made her tremble. We definitely have to talk about that," Faith mused.

         "Yeah, that you did, my friend. Do you think you can handle her?"

         "I'll think of something. But I think it's only fair I try after the step she took tonight. It couldn't have been easy for her."

         "You got that right. Just be patient with her."

         "All I want to do is talk to her, Cori."

         "You think she'll be in any shape to talk? Maybe we should wait about an hour or two for her to...um, calm down."

         "Oh no, I blew that royally before. I'll do any calming down she might need."

         Cori looked at her very strangely.

         "What? Don't look at me like that. I know what I'm doing."

         "Faith, if she isn't fucking someone right this minute, she will be. Wait a while, will you?"

         "I think I can trust her not to fuck me, Cori."

         Cori tried to have the same trust. "Okay, if you say so. Do you want me to go with you?"

         "No, big girl here, hon. I can handle her."

         "Faith, can I tell you something?"

         "Of course. What?"

         "She loves you and she's petrified."

         The blonde's eyes widened. Then she smiled. "That makes two of us then. Can I ask you something?"

         "Sure."

         "What the hell did she have in her pants?"

         *  

         Reece walked into the club and deposited Sam's hat back on her head. The bouncer took in the state of her boss' clothes, and scanned the length of her body for blood or bruises. She raised her eyebrows in confusion.

         "Any trouble, Sarge?"

         "No. You?" she asked with concern.

         "Trouble? She's definitely that," Reece chuckled. "But the good kind." And then she smiled.

         Sam glanced back at the boss' crotch without really wanting to.

         "Heh. You too?"

         The bouncer looked embarrassed.

         "It seems be everybody's focal point tonight." The club owner laughed. "Later." She sauntered off towards her office.

         Sam watched after her as she disappeared into the crowd. I guess it went well? Just then Cori and Faith bounced in. "You ladies keep getting lovelier."

         "Yeah, and you lie like a rug." Cori stuck her tongue out.

         "Can I come in, Sarge?" Faith pouted.

         "Why not? She's in a good mood."

         "Reece is here? In a good mood?" Cori was shocked.

         "Yeah, sauntered on by a minute ago. Laughing."

         "I don't believe you."

         "I swear! She was!" Sam crossed her heart.

         "She must have walked here. What did she look like? What was she wearing?"

         "Cor, I swear. Look, I have my cap, see? She was a little disheveled, but she had this um..." She gestured to her crotch.

         The two dancers broke up laughing.

         "Why is that so funny to everyone?"

         "Never mind. Thanks, Sarge." They both kissed her on the cheek and took off to the dressing room.

         Sam just shook her head. "Women."

         Cori left Faith to play catch up with the other girls in the dressing room. She had other plans. She peeked her head in the office and saw an incredible thing. Reece had her feet up on the desk and her clothes were still in the same condition. She hadn't even removed her jacket. The boss was swiveling slightly back and forth in her chair, lost in thought, absently twirling a pen. She ducked back out and stood there for a minute, her face a cross between shock and disbelief. What is going on here? She's relaxed? Calm? She peeked back in and saw a smirk, blue eyes twinkling. She walked towards the dressing room, slightly dazed. Sarge said she got here seconds before us, there was no time for her to...but she's...well now, this is new.

         Faith practically poked her in the eye trying to get her attention. "Cori!"

         "Oh wow, sorry, babe. Deep in thought."

         "Apparently. Where'd you go?"

         "To check up on Reece."

         "And...?" The blonde coaxed.

         "I don't know."

         "What do you mean you don't know. She's here, isn't she?" Cori nodded. "She's not, you know, she doesn't have somebody…."

         "No! No, not that at all, it's just...." At a loss for words, she shrugged. "Go ahead, go talk to her."

         Faith looked skeptically at her friend, who looked a little unsure herself. "Okay, I'll go talk to her." But she made no attempt to go.

         "Really, Faith, go on, now's your best bet."

         "The girls want to go to The Tavern, to celebrate me. Funny, huh? You gonna go? I don't know if I want to go back there, even as a customer."

         "Maybe, I'll let you know either way."

         "K. Well, later then." Faith was acting like she was walking to the firing squad. She really didn't know what to say or how to act. She was just worried that she'd lose her ability to think rationally as she always does when confronted with those eyes. She stopped outside the open office door. Maybe if she keeps her shades on? Yeah, that's a good one. Wait a minute...Cori said Reece loves me? Oh my God. She loves me. I love her too. This shouldn't be this hard, should it? She can't be as scared as I am. Can she? he swallowed hard and peeked into the office. Reece's eyes were closed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she examined her in the light. She was leaning back in her chair, a very pleasant look on her face, with her legs stretched way out on the desk.

         She is beautiful. And she loves me. Her arms were behind her head, stretching the very limits of that tee shirt, showcasing its contents very clearly. Faith was beginning to have a great fondness for white tee shirts. Her strong legs were wrapped in what looked to be the softest leather and Faith had a sudden urge to rub her face on them. That is, until she noticed she still had a package between her legs. She stifled the giggle at Cori's description of how the tall woman looked getting it in there. But she was intrigued all the same. She never saw one and wanted to see what it looked like. Oh, she saw them in the store and stuff, but never on a person. Would she feel it if I touched it? What does it feel like? She thought about what Reece's would look like, what color she'd choose. Black, I'm sure, she smirked. She felt the stomach thing and slowly looked up into very amused blue eyes. Oh lord... kill me now.

         Reece was replaying the dancer's little act. Well, I asked for it. My own Private Dancer and I got it. Boy did I get it. She went over everything down to the last look she received. She wants me. Bad. But still, Cori still thinks I'll hurt her. How can I do that? How can I not. I have to be more...no, less aggressive. First things first, I didn't run out and get laid and I didn't explode. Good. Now what? I have to talk to Faith. I have to tell her how I feel. What if she doesn't feel the same? Fuck yeah, she feels the same. After tonight, I'm sure of it. She felt someone and opened her eyes to a very nice surprise. Faith was standing there quite lost in thought, staring at her dildo. Reece had completely forgotten about it. She quickly closed her eyes and peeked out of them, and opened her legs a little wider. She could only imagine what the beautiful woman was thinking. She wondered if she should let on that she's aware of her, but decided to just watch the play of expressions on the blonde's face instead. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was thinking after that last face. Reece got even warmer in the area of scrutiny. Oh, she looked even more adorable caught.

         "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" She tried to sound calm even though her heart was racing.

         Unfortunately for Faith, it only managed to come out sexy.

         "No, I was just about to..." What? What was I just about to do? "...um, can I come in?" Moron! All the saliva left her mouth.

         "Sure." The dark haired woman gestured at the couch. Reece chuckled and managed to cross her legs, even with the latex wedged into her pants. She felt strangely sedate and not the least bit like she did when she last saw Faith. Well, except for the fact that she could probably still slide out of her leathers, everything was different. She noticed that Faith closed the door. he felt... What...what the hell am I feeling? How weird. She still had the need to have her way with Faith, but there was this overwhelming desire to please her. To make her happy. To see her laugh. Confused, she lifted her eyebrows, and since she didn't have a clue about this stuff, decided to let Faith take the conversation.

         Faith was stuck between jumping on Reece's lap and sucking her gorgeous lips off, and running out of the room. I was so damn sure of myself a second ago. What now? Feeling like she had 'Asshole' in neon on her forehead, she cleared her throat so she wouldn't squeak and make a total fool of herself. "I didn't expect you to be there."

         "I'm full of surprises, Faith." Again, she had sex dripping off of every word. Hey! Stop that! You're supposed to be nice!

         "Are you now?" What in God's name...? Am I flirting with her?

         Oh, but how can I resist? "You shouldn't get too comfortable where I'm concerned. You think you know me, and then..." BAM! She slammed her boots on the floor causing Faith to grab her chest in fright. "I do something you'd never expect." Like this, for instance.

         Good God. She's going to play with me. "Why did you show up? Was it to spy on me? Or were you playing bodyguard?"

         Reece turned her chair to face the gorgeous woman on her couch. A couch that no one sat on without being mauled, until now. Well, the night ain't over yet, she smiled to herself.

         "Well, if you recall, I was a little preoccupied to be guarding anyone's body." She smiled with teeth, leaning over onto her knees. "I was too busy buried in pieces of yours. Soft warm pieces." God I love you.

         Faith was looking straight into Reece's eyes and as she feared, her IQ was steadily dropping. "Heh heh, I didn't know it was you..."

         "Oh, so you'd do that to any stranger?" Reece never lost eye contact.

         "You didn't let me finish. I didn't know it was you until I felt you touch me. It was like deja vu, the feeling in my stomach. I had to have more. Can you please stop doing that?"

         "What? Looking at you? Never. I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance to do this again." What the hell was that? "I'm making up for lost time." Would you shut up?

         Faith blushed and looked down. "That's sweet, Reece." How can I not love you?

         "Did you say sweet? Me? I am not sweet." She made a sour face. Gotta stop that.

         Faith looked up again and laughed at her expression. "What, no one's called you sweet before?"

         "God, no! You don't really want to know what I've been called."

         "Try me." She leaned her head in closer.

         "Is that an invitation?" Reece leered. Maybe it's the couch?

         Faith didn't like where this was going. She became awkwardly quiet. This wasn't the type of talk she expected. Maybe she should come back after Reece got laid or something.

         "Maybe I should go..."

         No! Reece jumped up and grabbed her by the back pocket and kissed her soundly. Faith was too stunned to react and stood there stiffly. Feeling no response, the tall woman broke the kiss and closed her eyes. She didn't know what Faith expected of her, and she was just about to get angry at herself for making a mistake.

         "Um, Reece?"

         Reece, furious at her lack of knowledge in relationships and the inability to control herself, became very tense and started to pull back.

         "No, don't go. I wasn't expecting that. I'm sorry." Faith covered the warm hands on her waist and smiled, trying to calm Reece down.

         "Sooo, I can do it again then?" Reece asked hopefully.

         "I'd kill you if you didn't."

         Reece, restraining her urge to devour the woman, kissed her again, slowly and softly. Faith looked disappointed.

         "Hey, what's the matter? You don't like the way I kiss?"

         "Reece, I know the way you kiss. I've been dreaming about your kiss. That was not it."

         "Oh? How is it supposed to be?"

         The blonde pushed her down on the couch and grabbed her ears, giving her the type of kiss that would shoot your socks clear across the room. Both of them had the same thought, this is where I belong, as they melted into each other's mouth. Eventually, Reece was lying on her back and Faith's hands wound up wrapped in long black hair. "Yeah, that's more like it." Faith whispered breathlessly. She just noticed her knees straddling Reece's hips. Reece did too.

         "More." Reece reached around and pulled her down by the back of the neck. Fuck control.

         "Umph...mm" Faith managed to break away from the death grip. "Woo, yeah, but not here, Reece."

         The dark woman frowned. Not this again. "I just don't know what you want from me."

         Faith kissed her on the nose and laid her head on the available chest. "Just relax. You'll see. I'm not going anywhere."

         "Yeah well, I'm new at this," she admitted, very frustrated.

         Warmed by the confession, Faith smiled. "Kissing? Really, Reece, I'd hardly call you new."

         She chuckled. "Hey, I was just checking to see if you were paying attention the first time."

         "I wasn't that drunk, boss."

         "Could you do me a favor? Don't call me boss anymore." She couldn't imagine the shame she'd feel if she called her 'boss' in bed after JoAnn.

         "Um, okay. You're not anymore anyway." She ran her fingers up the side of the soft, leather covered thigh and shivered.

         "About that..."

         "I'm quitting."

         Reece didn't know what to say so she put her arms around the warm body on top of her. She was holding back her urge to pounce with nearly everything she had. Faith's fingers were making her crazy. She took a deep breath.

         The blonde dancer smiled and moved her hand up to play with an errant strand of hair.

         Reece wasn't too relieved. She was very aware of the weight pushing the dildo into her with every breath. What she really wanted was to move Faith's head an inch or so to the left so she'd be breathing on her nipple instead of her arm. But she was new to this courtship thing and was sure you didn't place people on your nipple on the first date. Is this a first date? Is this a date? She moved the comfortable body over and sat up.

         "Hey, Faith?"

         "Yeah." Faith frowned. She wasn't done enjoying the sound of Reece's heartbeat.

         "Wanna go out to dinner or something?"

         She sounds nervous. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

         "Yeah. So, you wanna?"

         "Reece Corbett, we've already tasted each other's sweat. Don't you think you can bypass the nervous jitters and go straight for the heavy petting stage?"

         Reece let out the breath she was holding and smiled. "Fine with me. So what's this heavy petting stage?"

         "Well, it's after necking, but before, well, before where we were at last time."

         "There's a middle?"

         "Yes, there's a part between kissing and fucking."

         "Ai! Such an ugly mouth on that face."

         "Come on, woman, let's get some food, I'm starved." Faith got up and straightened her clothes.

         At first Reece couldn't understand where Faith was going. Isn't this where they take their clothes off? She really had a lot to learn about controlling herself.

         "Is this a date?"

         "If you want, but I'm all for skipping that part remember?"

         "Oh yeah. How fast can you eat?"

         Faith slapped her on the arm. "Listen, let's just forget about The Playhouse. Okay?"

         "Forget about it? Are you nuts? Shit, Faith, what you did up there on that stage to me..."

         "I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. Thank you for not, um, reacting, well, true to form. I appreciate it."

         "I won't lie. I came close, Faith, very close. I thought about it all the way back here. ut then I saw your face and well... Anyway, I'm a changed woman."

         Faith gestured at the tall woman's crotch. "Yes, yes you are. Take that out before you get into trouble."

         "Oh, I don't know. I kinda thought I'd leave it there. For later." She wiggled her eyebrows and started buttoning her shirt.

         "There's a later?" Faith's heart skipped a beat.

         "I'm changed, babe, not dead. Be lucky I waited this long." She meant it.

         "Am I involved in this 'later'?" She rubbed herself suggestively on Reece's bulge, and ran her hands up the back of her legs.

         "Keep it up and you won't get any food. I'm just about thinking with that thing as it is." She looked hungrily down into deep green eyes.

         "Better take it out then. I don't know if I can behave through breakfast. I'd hate for us to finish our first date in the back of a squad car."

         "Been there, done that." She reached into her pants and tossed the object at Faith.

         "Hey!" She caught it; it didn't feel too weird. But it was very warm. She shuddered knowing where it was and what ad made it warm. She resisted the urge to smell it. Then she'd really never get out of there.

         "I knew it would be black," she laughed.

         "Just put it in your bag. I have plans for it."

         Faith shuddered again and followed the tall woman out into the club. Of course, while banging right into Cori was to be expected, holding a dildo probably wasn't. Cori's eyes bugged out. "And you're holding that because..."

         "She has plans." The blonde smiled evilly at her distraught friend, shoved it in her bag, and ran to catch up to Reece.

         "Details, Faith! I want them!" she hollered after her. "What the hell happened in there?" She looked around in the office and it looked fine. Faith looked okay, except her lips were a little red... Oh! She smiled, closed Reece's door, and walked to the dressing room feeling mighty good.

         *  

         Somewhere between leaving the office and getting in the car, Faith absolutely needed another taste of those beautiful lips. She felt as if she would starve without them. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe it was watching the leather covered ass moving in front of her. Or, maybe it was knowing the owner of said flesh loved her. Either way, she really needed it. Knowing that if she so much as touched the frustrated woman she ran the risk of being ravaged right there in the middle of the club didn't even phase her. She needed to feel her right this minute.

         Cori saw the couple ahead of her and couldn't resist the temptation to following them.

         The blonde dancer could have burnt holes into the leather-clad butt in front of her. She trusted the tall woman to contain herself, but she only wanted a kiss. They WERE in the middle of the club. Surely she could have one measly kiss? Glancing around quickly, she decided to wait until they were in a darker area.

         Reece was about to turn the corner when she suddenly felt small hands start at her butt and work around to her stomach stopping her from moving any further. She looked over her shoulder and the expression she saw left no room for words. She abruptly turned around backing Faith against the wall, her hands already tangled in blonde hair. Whoa girl, take it easy.

         The smaller woman stood on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, tipped her head back and waited. Reece looked around the bend and noticed quite a few people left in the club. She took a deep breath and gave Faith an out.

         "Hey babe, everyone will see you." Her hair is so soft.

         "So." She licked her lips in anticipation.

         "So, think about what people will think about you, kissing the great pussy meister."

         "I don't really give a shit." She opened her eyes and narrowed them at Reece. "Just one kiss."

         Cori was shocked. Faith? You little tramp She smirked.

         "We're gonna make a spectacle" She gave her one last chance to say no or they wouldn't make it to breakfast. Just one kiss indeed…

         Faith ran her hands up under Reece's jacket and scratched her way down from strong shoulders to the small of her back, resting them on her new favorite place. Reece gasped and closed her eyes. 10, 9, 8, 7,...

         You are playing with fire young lady. Cori was a little worried about her friend now.

         "Now Reece" she breathed.

         654321. The club owner nearly pulled her off the ground by her hair it was so fast.

         Faith groaned into the kiss. Her hands squeezed the ass she was holding. It was so perfect she could scream. Wrapping a leg around Reece's and pulling her closer, she felt the growl in her mouth when their bodies met. Strong hands migrated to her own ass and the smell and feel of Reece overwhelmed her. She wasn't so sure about her own self-control now. Nibbling on a convenient lip she was lifted off the floor. She wrapped her legs around the strong body and whimpered. Pressed hard between leather and concrete, she could hardly breathe. Or was it the kiss? The tongue wresting with hers felt like velvet as she sucked on it hard.

         My lord! She's out of control! Cori couldn't believe how Faith was acting. Her mouth hung open as she watched the dynamics at play before her.

         Reece's knees buckled as she pulled away from the kiss before she brought the dancer to the ground with her. If she so much as looks at me right now, she's toast. Breathing heavily, she let go of Faith and turned away to lean her back against the wall. Oh god, I'm not gonna make it…

         The woman in the shadows was stunned, and proud. Oh Reece… bravo! She gave her a mental standing O. Now count to 10 my friend. The tall woman was really trying and that meant a lot to Cori. This was a stunning display on Reece's part but she would have to warn Faith of this power she was so close to abusing.

         Faith saw the fight for control all over Reece's body. The muscles in her jaw were flexing as were her fists. One more minute and she would be taken right here. Somehow the consequences didn't matter at all to her at this minute. She almost felt bad for all she had been putting the shaking woman through yet she still needed to feel her. But she also was aware of her surroundings enough to know this was not the place. Tentatively she touched Reece's cheek making her flinch before she pulled her hand away.

         "Don't touch me right now." Reece barked.

         "I can't seem to control it" Fascinated by the raw sexual energy radiating from the club owner, she watched the blue eyes change color.

         "Don't tell me about control woman." She bit out.

         Ok, easy now Legs, keep breathing. Cori was rooting for the underdog.

         "I'm sorry. Honestly. Go warm up the car. I need a minute to calm down."

         "Faith, we're not going to breakfast." She bent her head and stared into green eyes with undisguised lust.

         The blonde swallowed the urge to fall to her knees. "No, we're not." She couldn't resist and touched her neck.

         Uh oh. Thought the voyeur. NG. She wondered if she should interrupt.

         Reece grabbed the wandering hand by the wrist and pulled it up over her head. Faith was back against the wall with nearly 6 feet of pure frustration pressed against her faster than she could blink. The power frightened and thrilled her at the same time.

         "If this is another test Faith, I'm about to fail." She descended towards her mouth but a hand on her forehead stopped her.

         "WHAT!!??"

         "I'm sorry." She wiggled away. "Go, go start the car, I'll be right there."

         "Tell Cori you'll talk to her later." Reece stalked off into the club.

         *  

         Faith squinted in the darkness and saw her friend with a guilty smile and a little wave.

         "You were there the whole time?"

         "Guilty" Cori smirked.

         "Do you enjoy watching?" Faith teased.

         "You know, it seems to be my calling." The dancer shook her head.

         "It could be worse." Faith smiled back.

         "You missy are in for a hell of a night." She nudged her with her shoulder.

         "Obviously. She has this unbelievable effect on me. I can't seem to control my actions."

         "I know." She chuckled. "I saw."

         "Pig."

         The blonde thought about all the things that her friend had told her in the beginning about the dark club owner, especially the details and she blushed. Then she thought about the pictures she found in Cori's room. She suddenly felt scared.

         Cori was watching her friend think. She really couldn't be having second thoughts now. Could she? "Well? Why aren't you running out there?"

         "What if I don't know what to do? What if I don't know how to do it? What if..."

         "Geez Faith, trust me, you'll do fine."

         "Cori? I want her so bad. I never felt like this in my life. Its scary."

         "I know hon." She hugged her friend.

         "I don't care if she fucks me anymore."

         "I don't think you have to worry about that. Well unless you ask her to." She smiled an evil little smile.

         "Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?"

         "Reece Corbett's heart."

         "How can you be so sure?"

         "Well for starters, you still have all your clothes on. Second, she walked away. You are running the show here Faith. God knows how. Just a warning... don't push it. She can be... well, hard to handle."

         "More so?" She asked amazed.

         "Much more. I don't know what you're into, but… never mind. You'll be fine. Love you. Get going"

         I'm trusting you Reece. She's trusting you.

         "Love you too." Faith ran. She already felt lonely with out her.

         *  

         Reece backed the car out of the garage and pulled in front of the club. She was all energy and anticipation. "Come ON Faith!" She had never waited this long for anything she wanted, especially getting laid. This made her pound on the steering wheel with impatience. Why am I doing this again? She blew out a long breath.

         Some time, last week maybe, Reece couldn't think right now, in the middle of one of their talks, Cori told her Faith loved her. The Dancer also laid out a list of do's and don'ts when it came to affairs of the heart. Reece tried hard to remember them. She cannot act on impulse like she always had. Her impulse being aggressive, demanding, and taking what she wants. I am expected to be gentler, less domineering, aware of Faith's needs - not just my own. She sighed, her leg bouncing a little less rapidly. It was just as well. Her habit of using women wasn't appealing any more. The morning after had nothing on the way she'd been feeling during the act nowadays. No amount of time spent with any one of them took the place of those 5 minutes on the couch with Faith.

         Why am I doing this again? Because I love her. And if I don't, she'll go away. We all know how well I handled THAT.

         Reece laid on the horn, causing Sam to get up and check it out. The bouncer saw her boss with her head on the steering wheel and her hands gripping the dashboard with white knuckles. She tapped on the driver's side window. Reece opened her eyes and looked sideways at Sarge before sitting up in her seat and opening the window.

         "What's up?"

         "I just came to ask you that question. You ok?"

         "Yeah, did you see Faith?"

         "She's talking to Cori. Should I get her?"

         "No."

         Sam chuckled.

         "And just what is so humorous?"

         "You." Reece sat straight up and glared at her. "Now wait a minute... really. Look at you." Sarge pointed at her.

         "I can kill you with one blow."

         "And I can break that arm before it touches me. A Few Good Men. Remember?"

         "Well, so, elaborate on your mirth" She cocked her head up at the bouncer.

         "You're so frustrated its funny."

         "I don't see the funny part Sarge."

         "Well, this little spit of a woman has you sniffing around her ass like a dog. I find it very refreshing."

         "Refreshing. You're not gonna pull out a douche now are you?" She deadpanned.

         "Damn Reece, you watch too much TV. Here comes trouble." She walked away still smiling.

         *  

         The blonde dancer fell into the car and closed the door. Reece was staring at her.

         "What?" She was starting to get that stomach thing threefold.

         "You certainly took long enough. Put your seat belt on."

         "I hate these things. They're claustrophobic. And speaking of, what's the deal with this car?"

         "Put it on or we don't move. What's wrong with the car? It'll get you where you want."

         "Ok" She reluctantly put on the seat belt and made sure to make a face about it. Reece just sighed and peeled away from the curb practically taking the corner on two wheels.

         "Oh, I see your point." The dancer looked sick.

         "Sorry 'bout that. I'm in a bit of a rush." She smirked and put her hand on Faith's leg.

         "As much as I like it there, please keep it on the wheel."

         "Are we going to your place or mine?"

         Faith thought about it for a minute. She thought of her bedroom. She might be more comfortable knowing Cori is in the next room, but she had this small little part of her that wanted Reece to have the upper hand. Home turf gave you that advantage. Besides, she was really curious about that bed… and more. She became terribly turned on about the more part and blushed.

         "Your house, your bed, your..." She patted her bag.

         Reece growled and her head swam with the possibilities. She was amazed at how this little woman was making her feel. She heard Faith's stomach growl and made a snap decision. She pulled over by the all night bagel store. She got out and bent her head back in to speak.

         "What do you want?"

         "Well, you said you're full of surprises so..." She leaned over towards the drivers door, giving Reece an eyeful of half-naked cleavage, "... surprise me." She winked.

         "You have no idea what just happened in my pants..." The door slammed.

         Faith laughed out loud at Reece's discomfort. She knew she really should stop it, but it was so much fun. She liked teasing the tall woman mercilessly. She loved watching her squirm under her control. Maybe even got off on it. "Oh my..." She wondered, "this is certainly new." She smiled. Who cares? She saw said woman approaching. Look at her! And she's all mine to play with.

         *  

         Sam ran into Cori and the girls on their way out.

         "Cori wait a minute."

         "I'll be right there ladies. Yeah Sarge?"

         "What's with those two?"

         "Who two."

         "Reece, Faith, you know."

         "I have a feeling we'll hear all about it tomorrow. I'm privy to some information that would curl your toes. Come to my house. We're having a party for Faith and we're using her picture as a stand in."

         "Any excuse to party huh?" She laughed and locked up the gates, joining them.

         *  

         Faith ate her bagel and drank her Yoo Hoo before they even got to the West Village. She was staring at the dark haired driver in such a way that it became very hard for the driver to concentrate on the road.

         "Look here blondie, I'll pull this thing over and…"

         "What? I'm just looking."

         "Looking like you want it."

         "I do." She couldn't believe she said that.

         "Oh? Tell me what IT would be."

         Faith blushed. What exactly IS it that I want? She looked down at her hands.

         "Come on lady, out with it. Make the drive interesting."

         "You want me to tell you what I want?"

         "Yeah." She smirked. "Maybe I need instructions or something."

         "Oh really, I don't think you need instructions at all. You're just a pig who wants me to talk dirty."

         "I am. So, talk. Come on now, we're almost there."

         "Can't you wait till we get there to tell you that I want to feel your naked skin all over mine?"

         "Um, no." She liked that one. "What else?"

         "I want to taste the back of your neck." The words were doing to her what they were doing to Reece.

         "Yeah? And…" She needed a shower this very second.

         "I want anything you want Reece." She was starting to sweat now.

         "Oh baby!" She stopped short almost missing the red light.

         "On second thought," Faith tickled Reece's neck. "Maybe you should just" she tickled her lips, "surprise me." She pulled her fingers away before she got bitten.

         The tall woman groaned out loud and peeled down the street, double-parking in front of her house. She went around to the other side and swept Faith up, carrying her to the door. The blonde was already burrowing her way through soft black hair to the nape of Reece's neck. "Hurry" She whispered before she found skin and tasted it.

         The club owner took two steps at a time even with her care package. Faith wrapped her legs around the tall woman and held on. No longer tasting now, she was sucking and it made the body she was wrapped around tremble again. She liked this reaction and sucked harder, leaving a mark.

         "Goddammit Faith." She grunted. "I can't get the door open like that." She tore the mouth away from her neck and saw the most beautiful lips half open and wet. Green eyes were full of want. Her tongue was inside Faith's mouth without her knowing it.

         They fell against the door hard. The way Reece's stomach was flexing against her, Faith was near exploding. "Mmmm" She groaned in her throat. Reece growled and pulled her away, shivering with arousal. She managed to open the door propelling them both into the hallway. Faith kicked it closed on the way in and found herself going up the stairs towards the room she most wanted to see. Reece was still holding her off by the throat. She gave her a look that meant business along with a lip lick for emphasis. The taller woman dropped her on the bed.

         Faith propped herself up on her elbows and was looking up at a sight she will never forget. Reece wanted to be naked NOW. She stood there for a second until she remembered she had to actually take off her clothes for that to happen... First the jacket fell off, then her shirt. She was about to peel of the damp T- shirt and was stopped.

         "No, leave that for now." Faith's voice was deeper and dripping with need. Reece shivered. Her needs, not yours girl.

         "You don't know what you do to me do you?" The taller woman leaned down towards the smaller one until she was on all fours over her.

         Eager to feel her weight Faith grabbed two fists full of T-shirt and pulled. Reece remained where she was until a ripping sound was heard. She lifted an eyebrow and sat up leaning on her knees. Trying to gather her control.

         "Please baby, I need to feel you on me." The woman on the bottom whined.

         Mercy...I give.

         "Reece, what's wrong?"

         "Take off your clothes for me Faith." She breathed.

         Never really having made love before, Faith did as she was told and started to take off her boots.

         "No, take them OFF for ME Faith." She gestured to the floor and the blonde stood up shakily.

         "That's what I was doing" She was confused.

         "No you weren't baby."

         Recognition dawned on her. "Oh" She smirked and started moving her body in ways that made the woman on the bed sweat. "Like this?"

         "Now." Reece sat on the bed, took off her boots and leaned back. "Please."

         The dancer stared at the woman on the bed. Blue eyes blazed, sweat on her neck, the wonderful T shirt and its contents poking through invitingly. She bent down seductively and whispered. "A Private Dance will cost you hon." Her eyes sparkling.

         "Oh, I'm good for it." She leered.

         "I bet you are baby." She stood up slowly and so close to the sweating woman that her chest touched her chin on the way up. Reece growled.

         Faith turned away from her and bent over to unlace her boots. Reece sat on her hands. The dancer tossed the boots aside and started to peel away her jeans. Reece bit her lip and groaned. Faith turned back around. Cleavage assaulted Reece as the dancer bent over to pull them off leaving a tiny black thong. Reece's heart started pounding. Damn she's hot. Faith squatted down and ran her hands up herself to her breasts and squeezed them together with a leer and a moan. She crawled between very tense leather covered legs. The tall woman thought she might keel over. She leaned back on her elbows again needing distance. Small fingers worked open the buttons of her shirt and left it hanging there giving Reece the most sexy view of a black lace push up bra against soft pale skin. She squirmed uncomfortably, her pants suddenly tight. The blonde turned away again and wiggled her sexy ass seductively against an overeager crotch. She slapped away the hands that grabbed her hips and danced her way around the room while teasingly removing her shirt. Reece took deep breaths. Working her way back to her prize, Faith stood as close as she could without touching and pulled the straps down to her bra. That was it. Assaulted by tantalizing flesh, Reece grabbed her by the ass and pulled her to her lap devouring her cleavage.

         Faith was reeling with the feel of hot lips on her sensitive skin. This was only the second time in her life she felt this way. She moaned encouragement and pulled black hair closer to her. Feeling the growl against her chest was too much. She pushed Reece down on the bed and fell on top of her. Catching her breath she stared down into the extremely aroused eyes of her dream and she started to shake. She didn't know what to do.

         "You ok?" the tall woman whispered.

         "Shit I want you so bad."

         "So, come get it."

         She bent down and fell into Reece's mouth kissing her wildly. She could hardly breathe from the way her heart was beating. The taste of Reece's mouth was delicious, hot and soft at the same time. She felt her bra come off and she whimpered into her lovers throat. She felt strong hands come between them lifting the T-shirt up enough so their breasts touched. She arranged herself until she could feel the soft leather on her legs and hot skin on her chest. Reece opened her legs wide and gave Faith room to move, who immediately pushed downward. She pressed her hips up into the squirming body on top of her and nearly came. Faith jerked away from the kiss when their crotches met with a whimper.

         "Mmm, like that huh?' Reece gasped liking it a little too much herself.

         "You have no idea what just happened in my thong."

         "I know. I can smell you." She narrowed her eyes and lifted up again. The blonde sucked in a breath and groaned grinding herself down. "MMmm, smells so good." It was so long since she had tasted a woman, and this woman was making her drool. The club owner took smaller hands and brought them to her waist.

         "Take off my pants."

         "What?" Oh god, I can't stop now!? "Reece, please, not yet…" She pleaded.

         Reece stilled the moving body. "I want to feel your skin."

         "I don't think I can stand " She moaned.

         "So kneel." She sat up and the blonde slithered down her legs to the floor. She saw the wet spots left on her pants and smiled evilly. Oh Faith, what you do to me.

         Faith was so close, and was desperately trying to open the buttons on the leather pants. Who ever heard of button fly leathers anyway she thought, frustrated. Once opened, she could see what she'd only dreamed of. Pulling them down to the bent knees she let her hands wander the exposed heated flesh. Up the inside of Reece's thighs and back around the outside. The sitting woman's hips rose when she got too close to her crotch. Reece trembled and made fists so not to pull Faith up by her hair onto her face. Faith let her fingers brush across the dark spot. She was startled at how wet the material of her underwear was. Even more at how the dark woman whimpered when she did. So she did it again.

         Reece was beyond frustrated. NOW? Now she's going to explore? JESUS H CHRIST! Oh shit... touch me there again Faith and I swear I'll... Oh god... why me... I can feel her breath... fuck... THAT'S IT!

         Faith was abruptly pulled up by her armpits and lying on the bed. Reece kicked her pants off and flung off her underwear. She straddled her dancer, grabbing her both hands in one. Faith felt her breathing on her face. With the free hand, Reece touched Faith's lips. Faith licked them and closed her eyes. Reece growled and tore off the remaining thong making Faith yelp in fear.

         "I won't hurt you. I promise." She traced full lips with her tongue. She knew she had to go slow, but judging by the flushed face beneath her, not too slow. Her hand started touching every part of the blonde's body it could. She started at her neck, touching around to the stretched throat, watching her swallow. She looked up at Faith's face. She was watching her with controlled lust, breathing through her mouth. Wetting her lips every so often. Reece smirked and let her hand wander towards the breasts she thought to be the most beautiful. She touched them lightly around in circles, then palmed one. Faith arched into it, hard nipple pressed into her hand. She squeezed the sweaty flesh feeling her heart beating wildly. She looked up again, and Faith almost seemed to be in pain. She was biting her lip and her eyes were squeezed shut. She rubbed her palm on the hard flesh.

         "Look at me baby."

         Cloudy green eyes focused on blue.

         "I'm gonna let you go, but don't touch me yet."

         Faith nodded. Never before had she felt anything like this. "Anything" She breathed.

         Reece let go of her hands and sat up, taking off her tee shirt. Faith groaned when she stretched her arms up.

         "What is it baby?" She could almost feel the weight of the green eyes on her chest. She touched her own stiff nipples.

         Faith grabbed the pillow behind her head.

         "You like these a lot huh?" She leaned over Faith, dangling her breasts in her face.

         "Oh god yes." She was feeling faint again. She turned her head so she wouldn't bite one.

         "I remember." She smirked.

         Reece captured Faith's lips in a searing kiss, rubbing their nipples together. She wasn't sure she could stop now if she wanted to. She shoved her leg between Faith's and was burned with the heat.

         "Is that what happened in your thong?" She moved her thigh slowly smearing wetness all over it.

         "Oh yes! Don't stop!" She had never felt flesh on flesh before and this was unbelievable. This was Reece! She had only dreamed of this moment. She focused on the face above her and strained her hips up harder. Reece lowered herself on Faiths leg, making her gasp.

         "It happened to me too."

         Faith dug her nails into Reece's back, thrusting herself hard against her. Not caring that she wasn't supposed to touch her. She groaned into a sweaty neck and started sucking. Her nails left marks all the way on their path down her back and then between them where they ran over painfully erect nipples. Reece arched, and whispered through her teeth.

         "Faith."

         "Mmmm." She was lost in the taste of Reece's neck and the feel of her flesh. Oblivious to what she was doing to her.

         "Faith" She needed to taste her now.

         "Mmm what." She rolled both nipples between her fingers.

         It was either one or the other, but not both. Reece pulled the hungry mouth away by her hair.

         "Oh!" She was almost frightened by the look in those blue eyes.

         "I need to taste you." She knelt between Faiths legs. "Please" It felt to her like all her blood was pounding between her legs. She watched her bend over and lift her legs over her shoulders. Reece closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of her dancer. "Oh Faith, I waited so long for this."

         "Me too."

         Reece remembered this was her first time and felt oddly proud. She wasted no time in letting her tongue poke out and taste the sweetness she had been dreaming about. It was even better than any dream. Faith sat up at this new feeling and watched the pink tongue wander slowly around her sex. She couldn't control the sounds that were coming from her mouth. Reece's tongue was creating havoc with her senses. Blue eyes opened and caught her own in a look she had never seen before. Wetness poured out of her and Reece lapped it up, her eyes closing with a moan. Faith's arms were shaking and her hips were moving on their own and she had to lie down. The noises coming from between her legs added to the unbelievable sensations that were flying through her body. She felt the soft but strong tongue push inside of her then out again. Faster and faster she went. Faith started groaning continuously and she felt the orgasm start.

         "Oh my god Reece!" She warned.

         The tall woman replaced tongue with two fingers and sucked the hard clit into her mouth. Faith lifted up off the bed and dug her heels into Reece's back.

         "Holy shit" The blonde nearly screamed.

         Reece sucked hard and batted her tongue back and forth, driving her fingers harder. She felt Faith's orgasm start before she did and mentally screamed with happiness. Her dancer's thighs closed around her head trapping her in the spasms of her release. Reece groaned along with her, never missing a drop of her essence. When the smaller body relaxed, Reece kissed the inside of her thigh, feeling it tremble. Faith ran her fingers through the wet black hair lying on her stomach, trying to pull her up.

         "Not done yet." Was the muffled response.

         *  

         "More."

         MORE? The blonde dancer felt the breath tingle across her skin. What more can she possibly want? Can I give her more? Isn't she… ready? Oh dear lord! The fingers inside her started to move shooting sensations all over her body. She jumped away with a whimper.

         "Trust me baby. I know what I'm doing." Reece held up her wet sticky hand and showed it to Faith before thoroughly cleaning her fingers with her tongue. Faith groaned and blushed simultaneously.

         Reece made yummy noises and offered a finger to Faith who blushed harder and turned it down.

         "You don't know what you're missing."

         This was completely new to the blonde who found herself being incredibly turned on again by these actions. She grabbed Reece's wrist and rubbed her wet fingers on her own lips, licking them, then made a trail to her left nipple, guiding the moist fingers over it. She let her own taste linger in her mouth before swallowing and found she didn't mind it at all. It made her crave to taste the woman hovering over her. She groaned and moved the hand to her right breast. Reece was practically incoherent as she watched her own hand and the face below her study the movements of her body. She was drenched and ready, but she could wait. This was her dancer's show. The usual urge to ravage was gone for the moment and she watched mesmerized as Faith guided her own hand to her own body. She started at Reece's lips and worked her way down her chin towards her throat. The tall woman shuddered at the raw smell of sex as it passed under her nose. She guided the hand down past her breasts over her stomach and into her own wetness. Despite the fact that it was her own hand, Reece stifled a groan.

         "I'd like to hear you."

         Reece just swallowed. Never having given this much control to someone before made her scared. This didn't make sense. By now, she would have gotten off at least twice. But this woman had her in the palm of her hand. She swallowed nervously again. She wasn't sure she could let Faith go any further. She'll have to stop this now. Then her fingers hit her clit. She gasped out loud.

         "Yeah. It means I'm doing something right." Faith looked up at her face and smiled playfully.

         She trailed the fingers down to the soaking opening and back. She made a beeline for Reece's nipples, smiling at the moans she caused. Then she painted her swollen lips, wanting so bad to devour them.

         "Truth or dare Reece."

         Reece took a deep breath and fell right into hungry green eyes. Here goes. "Truth."

         "Do you want me to go on?"

         Nothing made sense. Faith leaned up and against her skin. Oh yes yes yes.

         She leaned in close and kissed her, sucking the first taste of Reece from her own lips. Faith groaned all over her mouth.

         "Tell me."

         GOD YES! It wasn't coming out of her mouth.

         "Reece? Do you want me to stop" Faith looked afraid.

         "NO" She managed to grunt. "Please, no." She slipped her hand free from Faith's grasp and guided the smaller one between her legs. She groaned again and laid back pulling her dancer on top of her. "Go on, touch me."

         The blonde's mouth attached itself to a nipple at the same time she realized where her hand was. She groaned when she felt the wetness coating her fingers. The same wetness she tasted on the nipple she was suckling. Damn she tastes good. She nibbled the nipple and was rewarded with a long drawn out moan and a hand on the back of her head. Reece's hips were moving and she realized she must be torturing her. But she really didn't know what to do, or what she liked. At a loss, she moved back up to her lips and kissed her breathless. She murmured her embarrassment on Reece's mouth. "I don't know what to do."

         "Just touch me." She sucked a lip into her mouth.

         "How?"

         "Want me to help you?" Reece was so near coming, Faith could blow on her at this point and she'd be done. The blonde nodded. Reece put her hand between Faith's legs and shuddered from the amount of wetness that returned.

         "God Reece...not me…"

         "Yes you. Do to me what I do to you."

         Baffled that Reece could even think she'd be able to concentrate while she's doing that, Faith just closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Reece stopped.

         "Faith, give me your hand." She did and Reece started to move it and herself. The tall woman closed her eyes and mumbled something inaudible.

         "You're so soft… and wet " The blonde dancer felt her mouth water.

         "You did this to me Faith." She let go of the smaller hand and moved her body instead.

         Faith ran her fingers all over the silky wet skin. She watched Reece's face and body react to her touch. It drove her on. Seeing that beautiful mouth fall open and two perfect breasts heaving made her heart pound even faster. The club owner groaned loud and Faith was awe struck with the realization that she was the cause of Reece Corbett writhing beneath her. Faith became inspired.

         Reece wasn't expecting it and jumped when she felt fingers enter her and a hot wet mouth cover her. She looked down wide-eyed at the blonde head between her legs and nearly drowned the poor girl. Reece shuddered when strong arms closed around her thighs holding her in place.

         "Good God Faith..." She wrapped her long legs around her dancers back and gripped her shoulders. Faith could lick her like that forever.

         "So this is good?" She mumbled into her task.

         "So fucking good" Reece growled. She hadn't felt anything like this in her life. This feeling is what she had been waiting for. Complete and total bliss.

         "Oh don't ever stop... shit" Reece was forcing down the building explosion. She wanted this to go on and on.

         Faith was too busy to speak. She just zeroed in on the center of Reece's being and answered with a nip of her teeth.

         "Jesus!" This is it. Reece thought. Total submission. She thrust hard into Faiths face and begged.

         "Please... oh please...." She was pleading with no one. The all-encompassing mind blowing orgasm that she was waiting for was so close she could touch it. She tried biting her lip to hold back the inevitable. It didn't work and she started muttering incoherently.

         Faith wasn't going to stop. In fact she pumped her fingers faster adding a third.

         "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

         She looked up at Reece's face and nearly came herself to find herself being watched. She felt her fingers being squeezed and saw Reece's mouth open but no sound came out. Oh no. She whimpered to herself. But I'm not done yet. She had Reece in her nostrils and was damned happy about it. The legs tightened around her body and it seemed like every single muscle in the tall woman's body tensed. Green eyes watched blue intently until Reece's back arched off the bed and she yelled out. It was more like a growl that started out low and ended with her name. She moaned loud and held on for dear life when she felt Reece tremble and come. And did she come.

         Reece was on the verge of tears with ecstasy. She was holding Faith's head so tightly to her, she was afraid she'd suffocate, but could do nothing about it. It was all reflex taking over and she didn't know what to do. This was not her usual tension release. When it had all subsided, and Faith felt a little give to move her fingers, Reece grabbed her hand and took it out. She was shaking all over and Faith thought she might have done something wrong. She sat up on her knees and cocked her head at Reece, glancing down at her hand.

         "Oh baby. Shit." She took a breath. "Come here."

         Faith's lips never looked so inviting and Reece took the invitation. She wrapped her arms tight around her and kissed her like crazy. Faith was squirming with need and when her soaked sex touched the hard abs she was lost. She rubbed and ground herself into the already slick skin and Reece grabbed hold around her waist to keep her from sliding off.

         "Yeah, that feels good don't it babe?" Reece loved it. This was something she was accustomed to. A hot little woman getting off on her body. Seeing Faith doing it was a whole new concept. This is what she fantasized about at night. She flexed her stomach to help. The dancer dug nails into her biceps and Reece sneered.

         "I know you wanted to do this the first day you saw me."

         "I dreamed about doing this." She panted between grunts.

         "You are so hot Faith. I'm getting wet all over again." Reece let her hands roam to the beautiful breasts swaying over her squeezing them together as possible. She stretched her neck and caught both nipples in her mouth at once. Faith arched and dropped her head back like a stone. The woman on the bottom got even wetter. She sucked and licked them like they were candy, then roamed all over them certain that Faith wouldn't mind all the bruises she was leaving with her teeth.

         "Oh yeah Reece." She had to feel those lips on hers. She fell forward and Reece frowned at the loss of the flesh she was sucking. But then Faith leaned hers lips on hers. Letting her sounds and breath fall on them.

         Reece was so horny watching her gorgeous dancer work herself into such a state, in person, not a dream; she reached down to touch herself. The realness of the fantasy was too much for her.

         Feeling the strong hand on her back, the blonde let go of Reece's arms and leaned one down on her chest instead. She reached the other around to touch the black curls she suddenly missed to find a hand already there. Startled she looked at Reece who had a big grin on her face, then behind her at the long fingers at work. The surge of arousal didn't get lost on Reece as she felt it nearly drip down her sides.

         "So, my baby likes to watch?" She showed her glistening fingers to the groaning woman.

         "Oh god... I didn't know… until now." She tore her eyes away.

         Reece turned her head back around with the sticky fingers. Faith tried to get one in her mouth but failed. Instead she saw those fingers go back to where they were, killing her with each move. She moaned.

         "Reeeece..."

         That plea went straight to the dark haired woman's clit where she began stroking with a purpose. Faith getting off on it was getting her off even faster. It was incredible. She stuck her fingers inside and when she drew them out it made a noisy squish, and both of the groaned. She was really fucking herself now, and started mumbling again. Faith knew by those sounds that she was close, as close to coming as her now. She couldn't take any more torture and started rubbing Reece's clit furiously. Reece started cursing. This was definitely it. She turned around to watch her face again. It was so hot.

         Somewhere in her fog, Reece could feel the blonde's movements were becoming jerky. She grabbed hold of the back of Faith's neck to hold on. She so wanted to watch her face when she was at the point of release. This would make the fantasy complete. She forced her eyes open and stared into Faith's.

         "Shit… Oh god… Reece… come with me..."

         "Fuck yeah…"

         They stared into each other's eyes sharing the ultimate gift. Both of their bodies shuddered, both of their mouths opened yet neither made a sound. Reece was shouting in her head, "I LOVE YOU" but it never came out. They just watched each other as their bodies took control. Faith fell onto Reece and grabbed her by the hair, unable to stop moving, milking this orgasm for all it was worth. Reece lifted her neck and latched onto her lips kissing the last shudder from her dancer. They both rolled over and sighed out loud. Faith giggled still twitching with aftershocks.

         "Good God Reece... no wonder they fall at your feet." She sucked softly at the place where Reece's neck met her shoulder.

         The tall woman involuntarily jerked. "You know, that was the most incredibly intense thing I ever felt."

         "No kidding. I can't move." Faith nestled her head in the space she was kissing and threw her leg over Reece's legs.

         "Hey, Faith?"

         "Mmmwhat."

         "Thank you."

         "For what…"

         "Making my dreams come true."

         "Pleasure's all mine." She grinned evilly.

         "I felt that." Reece poked her in the ribs.

         Soon Faith was sleeping soundly completely wrapped around Reece. Reece smiled and kissed the top of her head. She pulled the comforter up over both of them and sighed. Unbelievable. This is it! This is what it's all about. I made love. She reached over and stroked the soft blonde hair. I am totally lost in you Faith. What do I do now? She looked at the ceiling. "Geez Frankie, you could have warned me." Faith mumbled and snuggled closer. Reece looked out the window at the morning sky then down at the smiling face and touched her cheek. "I love you Faith Ashford and I'm scared shitless." Faith's eyes flew open and she lifted her head to look at Reece.

         "I love you too Reece Corbett. And I'm not so scared any more."

         "You trust me?"

         "With my life." Faith laid her head back down and kissed the spot nearest her lips. With a big smile on her face, she said it out loud again.

         "I love you. Pig."

         "Me too. Blondie."

         Feeling more at ease than ever, both women slept contentedly in each other's arms.

         *  

         Cori surveyed the apartment with a frown. Faith was sure to drop dead if she saw what was happening here. That is, if she could make it past the two women on the floor against the front door. Somewhere around four in the morning the conversation turned to sex as usual, weird experiences, and finally, the ultimate fantasy. They must have made 3 beer runs to the all night bodega by then. Not shocked at all that Reece was the subject of many, she nearly fell over when her blonde friend's name was mentioned.

         "So Cori," Honey smiled "You mean to tell me you haven't done the nasty with little Long Island?"

         "No!" She was blushing. "She's my best friend."

         "Oh yeah…" Debbie snorted, "That's terrible." She snickered.

         "Wouldn't think of doing that." Monica added her two cents.

         "Come on guys…" Cori waved her hand around trying to come up with a proper reply.

         "Hey, so what's up with her and big bad boss?"

         "Oh, that. Why? What do you know?" The hostess asked.

         "Just that rumor has it, Faith has her tied and branded." Pepper the new girl added.

         "No way!" Someone shouted.

         "Yes way! I heard that Reece went to the Playhouse and had a fit."

         "No, I heard that she dragged her off the stage and punched Roy right in the face!"

         "I heard she twisted off his dick."

         "LADIES! Where the hell does this stuff come from? None of that happened…"

         "How would you know Cori? You there or something?"

         "I heard she likes to watch…" Debbie wiggled her eyebrows.

         "God, yes I was there… AND no, Reece didn't go postal. Not at all."

         "Ooo, do tell…"

         "Don't you have anything better to talk about?"

         "NO!" The sound of several women shouting nearly knocked her over.

         "Well I do, so who wants more nachos?"

         "Speaking of… where is our guest of honor?"

         "What am I her keeper?" Cori was unable to disguise her guilty blush.

         "OOOOH YOU MEAN… she's with… they're… OH MY GOD!" Many responses jumbled into one and the hostess's ears rang. She flopped down into the nearest chair and sighed with defeat.

         Monica not liking this one bit leaned over the grimacing dancer. "YOU mean to tell me, you LET her go home with REECE!!?"

         Cori winced.

         "Oh yeah great. And here I thought she was your best friend." Someone from the kitchen added sarcastically.

         "Shit guys. I am not her mother! Faith is a big girl…"

         "Yeah with ridiculous ideals and as naive as they can get."

         "HEY! From what I saw… AND YES I WAS WATCHING thank you very much… Little Miss Long Island is a LOT less naive than you think. And MUCH LESS moralistic. I bet Reece is the one doing all the begging tonight." Oh god, Reece is going to kill me.

         All eyes stared at Cori.

         "So, I was right. Leashed and bound." Pepper snorted, got on all fours and wiggled her ass. "Thank you ma'am may I have another?"

         They all laughed at the image. Cori had to admit it was funny. Putting Reece's face to it made them even more hysterical. This led to the acting out of all sorts of scenarios, which led to Cori standing in the middle of the living room, the only one that wasn't otherwise engaged. She felt very lonely. She looked out the window. Whatever the position, they HAVE to be done by now. She was a little curious as to where Faith was anyway. She thought back on their nights. No one spent the night with Reece Corbett, not even her. But then again, no one was Faith. Hmm, maybe she DOES have her leashed. The picture made her giggle again as she grabbed her coat, stepping over the women on the way out the door.

         Faith mumbled again and snuggled even closer to the warm body behind her. Wide-awake and very confused, Reece stared out the window for an eternity smelling the golden hair beneath her chin. What the hell happened to me? She absently stroked the hip under her hand as she contemplated her situation. This was all too weird. No one shared her bed. And snuggling? She shook her head and sighed. She had to admit it felt nice, but she couldn't relax enough to really enjoy the benefits. Faith however remained unconscious. Reece thought about the blonde's prior living conditions and wondered how bad it had been for Faith to up and go, subjecting herself to what she had been through willingly. The smaller woman sighed and turned around completely with a big smile. Reece studied her face. It was so relaxed, so trusting. She wished she could be like that. She'd be just as asleep as her love was. God I said love? That makes twice. What the hell happened to me? Faith mumbled again and Reece watched in awe as the most inappropriate snore came out of such a small body. She better not! The taller woman thought. She placed her hand over the blonde's mouth but she continued to make the hideous but amusing sound through her nose. Reece then tried pinching her nose. If possible it got louder through her mouth. She let go moved the blanket aside a bit and bent her head to whisper into her ear and the smell of sex filled her lungs. Damn we stink. She smirked. She neared Faith's face and realized her face stunk like sex too. She was reminded of how and why and felt her groin twitch in response. Ooo, lets not go there right now, she's sleeping for shit's sake. Reece reached over and tickled her back, Faith shivered and stopped snoring. But the small woman snuggled closer and was now breathing on two hardening nipples. Reece groaned inwardly. She tried to push her away gently, thinking a shower was a good way to avoid the morning after conversation she was sure would occur. Faith just threw a leg over her and snuggled closer, pinning her in a very awkward place. Jesus Christ! If the wide awake woman moved a little bit closer, a knee would be between her legs. Reece was starting to think mornings after weren't such a bad idea. She moved slowly until the sleeping woman's leg made its contact. She groaned inside. Ok, this is wrong. She thought as she looked down on the sleeping face. But it feels so good. She argued with herself. Faith sighed and got impossibly closer, her lips brushing a very sensitive nipple. That's it. Reece extricated herself and sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. What is wrong with me? I'd never pass up a chance like that! This is all too crazy for me to even… The bed moved and she felt a soft naked body press up against her back. A sleep deepened voice that sounded close enough to erotic spoke onto her neck. "Morning sexy. Sleep well?" She ended with a barrage of tiny kisses to her neck. Reece growled.

         "Mmm, that would be a yes." Faith started nibbling from neck to shoulder, as her hand drifted down towards Reece's ribs.

         Reece looked at the smaller hand and even though her body wouldn't move, she tried willing it with her eyes to reach up and cover her breast. She leaned her body back into the one behind her and turned her head to see the woman who was wreaking havoc with her senses.

         Faith looked up into half closed blue eyes and shivered. She wanted to see that look as often as possible.

         "Oh, I see you must have had the same dreams as me huh baby? Can I see?"

         Her hand left Reece's ribs and started to slide down. With a look of amazement, the tall woman watched her legs open in invitation. She started to breathe heavily. Oh god. I am so not in control here. I am just going to sit here and willingly let her take me? Faiths hand reached its goal, she watched as her own hips betrayed her. I can't believe this is happening.

         "Ooooh, you must have had one hell of a dream Reece." She moved the other hand around and started to fondle one very grateful nipple.

         Reece let her head fall back on Faith's shoulder and closed her eyes. Oh shit, I really need this… but… She was on the edge of panic, trying to let go and allow Faith the freedom of making love to her, but something in her head was screaming that she was weak. Just as Reece was about to bolt, a warm mouth covered her ear.

         "God Reece, you are so beautiful. I need to do this. Please let me. Please."

         The tall woman trembled with all the emotions. The feel of a wet tongue tracing her ear didn't help matters and she heard herself saying, "Yes."

         *  

         Cori listened intently at the door. Not a peep could be heard. She was happy she still had the key. Carefully and quietly, she let herself in and closed the door. Straining to hear anything remotely like voices she came up empty. Good. She thought, Asleep, or out. Still very quiet, she took off her coat and helped herself to some food should Reece and Faith actually happen to be upstairs. She chuckled again as the image of Reece on all fours begging took her by surprise.

         *  

         Now I've lost control of my mouth too? The tall woman found herself being laid on her back, her feet still on the floor. For some odd reason, she felt a little better with them there. Faith looked at Reece's body language and realized she DID have power over this woman, but knew she had limits. She gave Reece the freedom of choice and from her point of view, it looked more like a struggle than a seduction. Trying not to overstep her boundaries, she faced the tense woman with an understanding look.

         "Babe, its an orgasm. It's feeling good, enjoying it, letting go. Just relax. Let me touch you again. I promise you'll like it." She added with a toothy smile.

         Reece gave a half smile. Inside however, she was waging a war. YOU'RE WEAK! I'M HORNY. YOU'RE GIVING IN. I WANT TO… Faith breathed on her neck and watched the goose pimples come out.

         "I know you want it."

         I NEED IT NOW. YOU CAN DO IT YOURSELF. NOT LIKE HER I CAN'T. compromise. The smallest voice won. Reece looked into trusting green eyes and couldn't contain the crooked smile from gracing her lips. She narrowed her eyes as she answered.

         "If you don't touch me, I'll have to do it myself."

         "You wouldn't…" Faith challenged getting to her knees at Reece's side.

         "Oh wouldn't I? It would kill you to watch me do it. I know it would." Her own hand traveled slowly across her stomach.

         "You're absolutely right." Faith reached out to touch her before it went any further.

         Reece held Faith's hand away and teasingly stopped her own short of her sex. "Hmmm, what would you do if I did it?" The tall woman looked at her with an evil twinkle.

         "I don't know." Honestly she didn't. She had never seen another woman's vagina, let alone touched one before last night. The jolt that went through her seeing Reece touch herself was as new as everything else. What would I do? She sat down crossed legged at the tall woman's thigh.

         "Would you touch yourself too?" Reece liked this. She was in control again. The feeling she got when Faith watched her last night was intense. This was going to be good.

         Faith blushed and shrugged.

         "Well let's see shall we?" She grinned ferally and let the idle hand wander between her legs. She lifted one leg up and around the sitting woman trapping her between her bent legs. She opened herself up and just let Faith look at her exposed sex. She felt a drop of wetness seep out under the scrutiny.

         Faith's ass cheeks clenched. She closed her eyes. Reece saw the muscles flex in her legs. After all she had about as clear a view of Faith as she had of her.

         "Well?"

         "Um, yeah… it makes me want to touch myself too."

         Reece leered. "Soooo…" Now her ass clenched with the thought.

         "No way…" She blushed. "I can't even… Oh god no, I can't do that Reece."

         "Too bad. Because if you did, I'd reward you."

         Curious, Faith cocked an eyebrow. "With what?"

         "I told you I had plans. Where's your bag?"

         "Why? It's downstairs. What pla… oooohhh." She blushed again. When she looked up, Reece was dangling a harness from her index finger grinning wildly.

         "Reece! It's broad daylight… I can't!" But she stretched out her legs on top of Reece's.

         "Don't you want it?" She threw the harness at Faiths chest.

         "Yeah." She whispered.

         "Then touch yourself for me." The tall woman's hand stroked the length of herself in encouragement. She filed this away for emergency coaxing.

         Cori was up the stairs and about to enter the room. It was too quiet. She was going to check out the video games. Reece couldn't be home.

         "Please Faith."

         The poor dancer nearly swallowed her tongue.

         "Come on. I promise I'll go slow."

         Holy fucking shit! Reece IS begging! She knew she HAD to get out of there. This would absolutely be her death if the tall woman knew she heard that. And with her uncanny hearing…! She couldn't help but blush imagining the scenario that must be playing out in there. She bent down to the keyhole. If Reece was really in that kind of position, she had to see it. All she could see was the tall woman's back but she could make out Faiths feet resting on her thighs. She guessed they were facing each other.

         "That's a good girl… go inside… Please."

         She could see nothing but she heard enough to know that if she stayed any longer, the tightening in her stomach would lead to other activities that would get her caught. Little did she know, both women had their own hands between their legs and Faith was rapidly losing this battle. She stumbled down the stairs with wide eyes.

         The blonde's legs were starting to twitch. Reece watched her as she intently stared at her hand. The club owner was teasing herself, trying not to work herself up too fast. She wanted to possess Faith. She needed to be over her thrusting into her. Holding her in her arms when she trembled in ecstasy. Maybe then she could let herself go. Give Faith her… well, faith.

         "Oh god… Reece… I can't believe how turned on I am…" Faith panted. "I think I'm going to come already…"

         "Go on, come for me." She spread herself wider and played with her clit for Faith to watch.

         The blonde dancer went flying over when she saw that. Shouting Reece's name she leaned forward and Reece immediately grabbed her face with both hands and swallowed her cries.

         "Cori's here baby." The breath in her ear gave her an aftershock.

         "Uh huh." She wanted a kiss.

         "MMM, just letting you know. Go get your bag." She grinned.

         "No, I want you now. I want to see you come too." She pouted.

         "Oh I will, don't you worry. Go get something on and get it. I need you. Hurry."

         "Hmmm, Cori's here? Do you think she heard me?"

         "Yeah, I'm quite sure. Why?"

         "I just figured I'd… we'd teach her a lesson on peeping."

         Cori stopped all movement when she heard her friend shout. Her sex throbbed in sympathy knowing exactly what Reece could do. She was lost in memories of those nights, and she heard a small sound.

         "Ahem." Her friend was standing butt naked in front of her reaching for her bag.

         Cori took in the sight and couldn't help but comment. "Dear god, have you two been at it all night? Look at your tits??!! You can't show them now! Your neck… turn around… she didn't hurt you did she? Oh honey, look at you…"

         "Oh she's fine. You should see what I look like."

         Cori looked up at the stairs to see Reece, as naked as Faith. Her hair wild, her eyes glowing with something… she gulped audibly when she realized what it was. Reece came down the stairs and Cori saw all the scratches, nail marks, bites and various hickeys. She turned to her friend.

         Faiths smile was brilliant. And a bit cocky if you asked her.

         "If I knew you were here, I'd have left the door open so you can watch." The tall woman snickered.

         "Yeah that is unless you wanted to join…" Faith teased.

         "Faith!" Cori was shocked.

         "Make yourself comfortable Cori. I have no idea when we'll be done." She pointed at Faith. "She's gonna kill me… But I'll die with a smile."

         Cori had the good graces to gape at her blonde friend. Almost wishing she had been there.

         "Yeah, I have a lot to learn. Catching up is so much fun."

         "You guys ever hear of a shower? God you're offensive."

         "And you're just jealous." Reece bent down and gave Cori a smoldering sloppy tongue kiss. Faith giggled as her friend's knees gave out and she crumpled to the chair.

         "Good lord. Now I am." Cori breathed.

         Reece stuck her fingers in the dancer's mouth.

         "MMPH Reeth!"

         "That's Faith" She smirked. Cori's eyes widened. The tall naked woman stuck the other hand in her mouth.

         "That's me. But I'm sure you knew that." Cori looked like she had been spun around in circles for an hour.

         "Now that you've had the full experience… Faith?"

         "Yep, a kiss, and two tastes. That oughtta do it."

         Reece held up the dildo. "Now I'm going upstairs to fuck the shit out of Faith. Would you like to come watch or shall we do it here?"

         Cori was dumbfounded. Of course she chastised herself for actually wishing the invitation was valid.

         Faith slapped Reece in the stomach. "Hey, you don't want to kill her." She jumped up on Reece's back. "Come on woman, you got some work to do."

         "Work, work, work…" She smirked. "Cori… you coming?"

         "No go ahead… don't worry about me… I'll be ok… all alone…"

         Reece ran up the stairs and raced into the bedroom. Both were snickering at Cori's state.

         "…I'll be fine… I have a hand… good old Rosy Palm… just me and the shower massage…"

         Faith slid off and slammed the door blocking out her friends rambling. She leapt on top of Reece and sucked her lips into her mouth. Reece groaned and thrust her hips up into Faith.

         "You know baby, I think we were very cruel to her." Faith nipped at Reece's lips.

         "Yeah, cruel…" She practically swallowed Faiths face.

         "Mmm, someone wants it bad." The blonde rubbed her leg between Reece's.

         The tall woman twisted them around until she was on top and smiled wide. "Now, where were we?"

         Faith reached for the leather straps. "Fucking 101…"

         *  

         Cori was jerked awake by a police siren blazing as it flew down the street. It was pitch dark in the big townhouse making her very disoriented. She felt her way to the lamp to see what time it was. There wasn't any lamp.

         "Fuck shit… goddamned table." She hissed rubbing her shin. Realizing she was in the boss's house she panicked somewhat. Did they go out and leave me here? What the hell time is it? God, what the hell DAY is it? She found the light switch and squinted at the clock. 8 o'clock? Sunday night? Jeez! Cori stood still and listened carefully for any clue someone else might be home. Her eyebrow lifted when she thought she heard a rumbling sort of sound from upstairs. Are they still upstairs!? She looked up the stairs as if Freddie Kruger were waiting for her. They can't be… no way… She sprinted up the stairs and put her ear to he bedroom door.

         "Faith." She whispered. No answer.

         "Faith." She tried again a little louder. She cocked her head when she thought she heard a muffled sound.

         "Faith… Reece?" There it was again. Cautiously she opened the door, and was struck speechless by the view. Looking like some sort of mutated octopus, Reece was laying face down, spread eagle on top of Faith who was on her back, also spread-eagled. Both were naked.

         "Woman what did you do to Reece?" Cori whispered, "You didn't kill her did you?" On cue, the tall woman emitted a snore that could wake the dead… in Japan. Cori didn't even hide her look of shock.

         "Hot damn girl, you did her in!"

         Faith mumbled again and Cori approached the bed cautiously. If the boss woke up now, the fit she'd throw to cover her embarrassment would be horrendous. She carefully lifted the comatose woman's arm from her friend's face.

         "Thanks Cori. Help get her off me."

         "You can't be serious."

         "You know, I haven't wet the bed since I was four and I really don't want to start now. Come on, help!"

         The desperation in her friend's voice was too much and she started to giggle. "I don't know… it would be a good 'morning after story' to tell your kids."

         "Oh, great, I can taste my bladder and Joan Rivers decides to pay a visit."

         "Can we talk? Liz Taylor is sooo fat…"

         "Cori! Please!" She groaned painfully.

         "Ok, ok, I'll move her shoulders, you slide out."

         "Bad idea, we're talking serious pee here. If I so much as bend a knee…"

         "Then I'll move her legs and you…"

         "Unnecessary friction…"

         "Well then, what do you suggest Houdini? I roll her over and she wakes up?"

         "Whimper."

         "Fuck." The standing woman checked out all the angles. "Here…" She slowly rolled the dead weight on to her side and Faith wiggled her way out. Then she lowered Reece back onto her stomach and ran tiptoed out of the room, peeking back in to see if tall, dark and snoring awoke. Another loud snort was the only movement from the sleeping form. Faith was walking in slo-mo and extremely funny towards the bathroom.

         "Don't look at me like that. It's not funny. It hurts to walk and there hasn't been circulation in my limbs for hours." She grimaced and entered the bathroom.

         Cori ran downstairs so not to laugh out loud.

         The blonde dancer stood by the foot of the bed putting on Reece's T-shirt. "You just lost this shirt baby." She studied the long body before her, shaking her head at each and every mark on her beautiful skin. What in the world happened to me? She wondered. Oh, but look at that woman! The dancer shivered and placed a gentle kiss on her lovers lips. Reece made tasting sounds and burrowed into her pillow stretching out her toes. Faith smirked at the grin Reece wore. I did that. She thought proudly. While she was still puffed up, she went downstairs to face Cori and the many questions she was sure to be assaulted with.

         Cori was standing by the stove cooking. Even with her back turned, Faith could tell she was smirking.

         "Ok, come on, let me have it." The satisfied dancer fell into a chair.

         "Gimme a minute, I really don't know where to start." She stifled a chuckle.

         "Oh really Cori, at least TRY to hide it."

         "Hide what?" She turned around giving her friend an innocent look.

         "Puuleeeze. MMm, what ya cooking?"

         "A, a....hmmm. A thingy."

         "Oh, that's what I thought" Faith's sarcasm wasn't lost.

         "I forgot what its called wise ass. It's Spanish. What did her attitude seep into you now?" She grinned.

         "Maybe, among other things." She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I think I may have worn her out."

         "Ya think?"

         "I don't know what came over me? It was like I wanted to know everything all at once…"

         "No kidding…"

         "At first I thought I knew what I was missing. But now? God Cor, the things she does to me… did to me…" She blushed.

         "Oh nooo you don't. Don't you even think you can be embarrassed after this morning. No way, Miss I'm naked and horny and going to get fucked."

         Cori noticed the look on her friend's face and went over to squat by her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

         "I'm not upset, I'm kind of weirded out at myself. I was like another person in bed. And look what I did to her!"

         "Oh Faith, Reece hasn't gotten much sleep lately. She had this coming. And well, you probably did wear her out." She grinned.

         Faith blushed. "She's going to be so upset when she realizes that she fell asleep on me. I think we'll try to keep that a secret." She grinned right back. "So, how'd you sleep?"

         "You can't be serious? With all the noise coming from up there? I had to beat away the neighborhood watch!"

         "You're just jealous again." She teased. "You want details?"

         "Please… keep you're hands where I can see them."

         "Oh, about that, I really didn't know she was going to do that. But it was kinky huh?" Faith chuckled at Cori's lack of grace earlier. "The way you fell into the chair was priceless."

         "Oh thanks friend. Here's some food. Eat. I'm sure you need something."

         "Mmm, thanks, I'm starved!"

         "That's what happens when you try to do the whole Kama Sutra in one day."

         "Kama Sutra?" She mumbled around a mouthful.

         "Oh no… I'm not going there. Poor woman has enough troubles. What the hell did you do to her?"

         "Oh, everything I can think of, but not enough."

         "Oh boy. This is going to be very interesting when she wakes up." Cori smiled.

         "Cori, this is a fritatta." Faith grinned.

         "See? I told you it was Spanish."

         After eating, Faith went to take a shower in the guestroom so as not to disturb Reece. Cori loaded the dishwasher and heard a curious sound from the Master Bedroom. Given the chance to be alone with Reece, Cori went upstairs to gloat and throw at least one "I told you so" at her friend. And of course, tell her how proud of her she was.

         Reece drifted awake to the smell of food. Her stomach screamed in response. Not really wanting to get up out of bed, she rolled over on to her back and stretched long and hard. Noticing Faith wasn't there she sat at the edge of the bed all ready to stand when the next one hit her. Her arms were way up over her head and she let loose a long squeak.

         Cori stopped by the doorway, took one look, and spun around and looked at the wall. "God Reece!"

         The tall woman just laid there totally elongated, legs stretched out on the floor laughing at the sound she made. And the look on Cori's face... "I am way too contented to move."

         "You are so lucky it was me who saw that. If it was Faith, you'd never leave that bed." Cori walked away muttering something about having no shame.

         "Like you've never seen me naked." Reece laughed.

         "Take a cold one Romeo!"

         Reece chuckled and took the advice, opting for a long hot one instead.

         The tall woman felt her body relax under the hot water and sighed. She bent her head down so the spray would beat on the back of her neck. Normally, this would be where she tried to wash the night away, hate herself for using sex, and watch as all the shame swirled down the drain. She was never satisfied with these women and more often than not, she'd utilize the shower massage for just one more climax, hoping that it would end the frustration. Sometimes it worked, but only because she wanted it to. Today was different. She felt satisfied for the first time. Well I'd certainly seek help if I didn't. She chuckled to herself. That woman is going to be the death of me. Smiling on the morning after was also a new accomplishment for Reece.

         Idly washing her long hair, Reece tried to understand the new feelings being discovered. She had actually found what she spent countless nights searching for. Does that mean I'm done looking? She rinsed out the shampoo and soaped up the washcloth. Shit I'm totally sore. She winced as she tried to reach a spot on her back. Oh god woman, you wore me out. She groaned. She mechanically washed her body as her head swam with questions. When did I fall asleep? Did I fall asleep on her? Oh no! Does she hate me now? What if she isn't here? What if she doesn't want me? Why did I just panic? The washcloth was rough between her legs and she jumped at the contact. Reece was tender, done, finished. Faith Ashford, just where the hell did you come from and how did you know I was looking for you?

         The two dancers heard the shower and Cori had to practically hold Faith back.

         "But she's naked, wet, soapy, mmmm." Faith closed her eyes and smiled.

         "You are unbelievable! Just you sit here young lady and don't you move until she is finished." She scolded.

         "But Cori…"

         "NO! Trust me on this one hon. She needs to be alone right now. Ok?"

         "Why? Why does she need to be alone?" Faith looked frightened.

         "Oh don't get nervous. Well not yet anyway. She needs to absorb this whole thing. It's new."

         "What do you mean new? And YET?"

         Cori sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

         "Cori? What is it?" Now Faith was scared.

         "Shit. Listen, um, it's hard to explain this to you. Especially you… Have you ever regretted anything you did in your life?"

         "Are you telling me she…"

         "Nonono… ok, look, Reece did a lot of things in her life that made her the way she is, was, fuck it, I don't know. She regretted a lot of those things too. I think just about everything she did she wished she hadn't, but couldn't control herself from not doing them. Am I making any sense?"

         "All our pasts shape who we are Cor. What could she have possibly done to not be able to, no not WANT to face me? I mean… after all we shared!"

         "Well, that's just it, she shared." Cori explained cautiously.

         "Please, we're not talking about preschoolers sharing paste." She was getting agitated.

         "No, but close. She shares "safe" parts of herself."

         "Go on." Faith narrowed her eyes.

         "Ok, here's what I'm trying to say. She has always acted on impulse, never caring at the time about the outcome. She always thought she was in total control but in reality, she wasn't. If she were, she wouldn't be so sick with herself the next day. Not being able to admit what she was doing, while doing it, was wrong, was not control. But don't tell her that." She grinned.

         "Ok. So, what you're telling me, is she likes to think she is in control? I knew that."

         "Yeah, but not the way she does. Correct me if I'm wrong, but she wasn't in control at all was she? And she allowed you see that didn't she? Usually she'd be in that shower scrubbing away the memory of her impulses. Then she'd go to the gym and work off the guilt and frustration that accompanied the disgust. She doesn't think I know this but like I said, I study her. She let you in a place no one has been before, and its probably scaring the living shit out of her right now. The love she feels for you, is a brand new emotion. All of this is brand new. In as long as I've known Reece, she has never allowed herself to face the consequences for her actions, until now. She willingly gave you a piece of her. In her head, she just gave up some control. Don't be offended if she doesn't know how to act, or how to follow through with these feelings. I know she has lived two life times before she became an adult. But honestly, here, she's like a child."

         "Oh my god! You don't think she's washing ME off do you?" Faith was in tears. "She told me she loves me! Maybe she regrets that now."

         Cori held on to her friend and prayed to any god who would listen that Reece was not doing just that. Telling Faith she loved her, this was a biggie… a confession… an admitted weakness. Please Reece, don't give in.

         Reece's heart was pounding as she walked down the stairs. She could hear the two voices murmuring but the buzzing in her ears drowned out what they were saying. She smoothed her wet hair nervously again. Ok, we practically crawled inside one another. She has more of me in her than I do. I gave in, submitted to her and now I have to face her. She KNOWS. I was weak. How can face her now? Reece could feel the walls resurrecting themselves quickly. The pounding in her ears was letting up and the familiar rush of confidence was starting to gain control. She could feel it washing across her face as an unreadable mask. Then Faith sobbed. Reece was hit in the stomach with a wrecking ball and all the walls crumbled leaving a sickly feeling in the pit of her empty stomach. She was on her knees at the crying woman's side and she didn't know how she got there. She took Faith's face in her hands and fear tickled up her spine. Did I do this? Did I hurt her? Please tell me I didn't hurt her.

         "Did I make you cry?" Reece lifted her face to look into her eyes. "Please stop, I didn't mean to…"

         "Oh no! Thank you! Thank you Reece!" Faith started to cry harder ad wrapped her arms around the kneeling woman's neck.

         Cori stepped back in amazement when Reece flew through the room. What the hell? The tall woman looked almost horrified. When she knelt on the floor and tenderly held her friend's face, Cori's heart swelled. But something was wrong; Reece was a ball of confusion and concern. She looked into the pleading blue eyes and hoped to calm her fears.

         "She thought you might have second thoughts." Cori shrugged.

         "Shit, I have third and fourth thoughts, but Faith, you aren't like everybody else. I'm new at this, Its... you're different." She paused to find an explanation. "I don't know. I can't promise you perfection, and I'm so afraid I'll hurt you... but I really don't think I can just walk away. Not this time." Reece fidgeted. "Believe me?"

         "I want to. I'm so in love with you, how can I not?" Faith touched Reece's cheek. "I wouldn't worry about hurting me so bad either. I'm young, I'll adjust. she grinned.

         Reece's heart fell. "You're probably making the biggest mistake in your life. I am going to be a first class asshole. I just know I'm going to hurt you…"

         "Is that a threat? I can take you." Faith smiled.

         "Really Faith. I don't know what to do. I'm afraid I might fuck it up. No, I'm sure I'll fuck it up."

         "Reece, this is new to me too! Can't we just try to learn together? Nobody has it like the Cleavers. Believe me, I know. I make mistakes too, I'll just have to punish you when you're bad." Green eyes smiled. "Come on Reece, It's just a joke, smile for me." She twined her fingers through damp black hair.

         "Faith, listen, I'm not saying I want to, or even mean to, but I have a terrible temper and I tend to act without thinking... I'm going to hurt you, that's a given. But will you be able to stick around long enough for me to punish myself?" The tall woman stood up quickly and faced Cori.

         "Don't look at me. She's the one who loves you."

         "Reece, get over here and sit down. I don't care about your temper right now. We'll get there when we get there. Just hold me."

         Reece folded herself around Faith and it felt good. It felt really good, so she smiled.

         "Now that's something I thought I'd never see." Cori's smile was huge.

         "Faith?" Reece whispered into her hair.

         "Mmm?"

         "If I don't eat something, I'll never walk again."

         "Oh my! Feed her Cori! I need her body in working condition!" Faith mock panicked. "ALL of it!"

         "Sure. All you want me for is my body."

         "Shut up Reece."

         "Oh I see it started already."

         She received a playful glare.

         "Yes dear." Reece walked with exaggerated weakness towards the kitchen. She got a kiss for her efforts. Yep, this feels very good.

         *  

         Cori was in pain by the time the little Datsun double parked in front of her house. She was forced to sit between Faith's legs in the front seat. Reece said it was better for her, Cori having longer legs than her friend. But she knew it was if they crashed her head would smash the windshield leaving Faith safe and sound. Faith opened the door and the twisted dancer tried to extricate her legs from under the dashboard. Reece looked on with amusement.

         "Well it's better than the subway." The tall woman smirked.

         "Oh... ugh... yeah... mmmmph." Cori actually had her hands on the street and was hoping to drag her tingly legs out after her in some sort of crawling motion.

         Reece couldn't resist the temptation and spanked her. Hard.

         "YEOWCH!" Cori lay successfully sprawled in the street. "You are such a pig Reece Corbett! Faith, can't you do something about that?" She jerked her thumb at the grinning driver.

         "I wouldn't dream of changing her Cor." Faith looked at Reece and grinned too.

         "Oh beautiful. I'm sitting on my ass where dog's pee, and you two hear violins." The dancer gained feeling back in her legs and reached in for her backpack.

         "Well it got you out of the car didn't it?" The dark haired woman handed Cori the bag and winked.

         "Oh yes, thank you sooo much. Where would I be without you Reece?" She narrowed her eyes. "Hey, thanks for the lift anyway. Babe, you hurry up ok?" She closed the door.

         Faith watched as her friend limped to the front steps. "Maybe SHE should be pursuing acting." She giggled. She smiled at the hand sliding around the back of her neck. It pulled tentatively, so gently that Faith didn't notice it until it stopped. She turned and looked at slightly troubled blue eyes.

         "Reece? You're nervous?" She whispered.

         "Um, I've never been here before. And don't say I've been to your house. You know what I mean."

         "I wouldn't tease you about this baby. Come here." She stretched herself towards the kissable lips across from her and waited for contact. And she waited. Confused, she opened her eyes and found that Reece was staring at her with genuine appreciation and disappointment.

         "You are so beautiful Faith. Are you sure it's me? Is this..." She pointed to herself, "...what you want?"

         "Are you kidding me? For gods sake! You don't think that this is all I've thought about? Yes I want you. I might even need you..."

         Reece smiled crookedly and moved in towards the lips that were calling to her.

         "...I don't know what the hell is going on and I don't know if I want to know either. All I know is I can't get enough of you. Can't we just take it as it comes?"

         The next sound out of the small blonde was a moan as Reece's tongue tickled her lips.

         Cori looked out the window again. Oh no! She laughed out loud. There was a parking cop a few cars behind them and apparently they had no idea. She could just see their faces when they assume the knock on the window to be her. Serves them right. She thought. Aw shit... She couldn't let that happen.

         Reece had Faith's head supported by one hand. Her fingers were moving slightly, feeling the softness of her hair. She was breathing heavily through her nose. Oh man. She got me good. She thought as Faith once again groaned into her mouth. She's so ready to trust me. So open to me. She breathed in deeply and renewed her oral attack with meaning. Stop thinking you asshole. Just do it. Her other hand came up and held Faith's chin. She caressed the skin there and felt her stomach drop. NO! I can't do this. Her heart sped up. I can't love her. I can't let her love me. Suddenly her kisses became rougher. The recipient grunted and adjusted. The hand tightened in the blonde hair.

         Faith put both hands on Reece's face and pulled away from the kiss. She was also breathing erratically. This was going somewhere else now. She could feel it. Reece was scared again.

         "If we don't stop..." She closed her eyes and focused. You'll do something you'll regret... again.

         "Yeah, I know." Reece was disappointed but relieved in a strange way. She took a deep breath and bit her lip. Somewhere inside she knew she'd never recover if she used Faith.

         Faith looked out the window and spoke. "Maybe one day you'll share yourself with me. All of you. Right now I'm willing to take what I can get, but I know it's not what you really want to do." She paused and glanced at Reece. Her blue eyes were full of turmoil and guilt. She quickly looked out the window again.

         "I know you need time right now. I understand. I'm just afraid that if I let you go, you'll never come back to me again. It would be too much trouble." Faith admitted. Her eyes teared up. "Why should I be any different?"

         Reece didn't know what to say. In a way, it was the truth... she needed time to think right now. She too was afraid. Every time she had time to think, she over thought and made bad decisions based on nothing more than convenience. This had to be different - Reece felt she'd die if she hurt Faith again. The twisting in her stomach was incredible. This is no good. Faith knows me too well, yet she still wants me. She doesn't deserve me.

         "Faith, I'd be lying if I gave you my word."

         Faith sobbed but nodded her head. "Look, I don't know what's going on either. I've never felt like this before. It makes me sick and at the same time incredibly good. You did something to me that surprised me, something I will never forget." Reece suppressed the urge to grab her and hold on. "Just know this, I can't lose you from my life completely. I don't know if that's a promise of a good thing or a bad thing. I have nothing to base it on. Nobody has ever taken the time with me, given the effort that you did." Trusted me so completely. "But I will try. For your sake. For our sake. OK?"

         Faith took a deep breath and nodded again. She sniffed and smiled hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt. "You know Reece, I wouldn't be lying if I gave you my word. I'll fight for you." She opened the car door and Cori was standing there poised to knock. "I won't let you go quietly." The car door slammed.

         Reece sat there for a few minutes looking out the driver's window. She couldn't let anyone see the tears in her eyes. Fuck me. I don't know what to do. It hurts again inside. Why can't she give up on me so I can blame myself and go on? I know how to do that.

         Cori watched Faith tearfully run into the house. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Reece pound on the steering wheel in frustration. The dancer sighed. She knew Reece was trying her hardest, but it was going to be a long ride before this journey was over. The dancer just hoped SHE'D get through it unscathed. She shook her head as Reece dropped her head to the wheel. Cori could only imagine the punishment she was giving herself. No need for me to say anything. She looked upstairs and shivered in the cold. Faith's light came on. Poor things. Two completely opposite women, drawn together by something so totally foreign, so powerful. Reece suddenly peeled down the street, leaving a very angry cop and a sick feeling in Cori's gut. She looked up and saw Faith watching Reece's car as it revved at the light. Cori reluctantly went upstairs. This was not going to be an easy couple of days. Smile... smile... THINK! Let's get this ball on the road.

         Reece had plenty of time to think on the way back from Brooklyn. There was only one tube to the Battery Tunnel open and you'd think every car in the state decided to use it at the same time. At first she played the typical New Yorker, banging on her horn and trash talking every one around her that honked back. The guy in the tow truck didn't care for her finger and greeted her right back. Lucky for him, she was nearly asphyxiated by the exhaust of hundreds of cars when she opened her window to retaliate. Stuck in bumper to bumper traffic deep beneath the earth with nothing else to do, she thought.

         She really had no idea what to do. I told her I love her, so it's no secret. I want to do this, but how? How do I learn? I can't ask for help!? And with THIS? She leaned her head back on the headrest and blew the horn one more time just because she was frustrated. She sneered out the window at a limo in case there was any body of importance in it. She fidgeted some more before her mind took over again.

         Ok Corbett, she left the ball in your court. You wussed out, not her. She's gonna fight for this... she said so. YOU can't make any promises you chicken shit. Why can't you be like everyone else? Why are you so goddamned thickheaded? Give her what she wants. She wants you, as much of you as she can get. So? What are you waiting for? She understands you. She wants you... boy does she want you. Mmmm, and how I want her. She slapped herself in the head. C'mon girl, get out of the gutter. Its much more than sex, its the whole freaking package. You want all of her and for some godawful reason, she wants all of you. You gotta show her you're worthy. Prove it's not all about sex. You can do it. I have faith in you... heh heh, and on you, under you...

         Reece blew out an exasperated breath. She looked around at the white tiles that made up the inside of the tunnel. They looked like bathroom tiles. She tapped her hands on the steering wheel, eventually working her way up to "Wipeout" by the Surfaris.

         I love Faith. There I said it. So, all I have to do is tell her again, and it will all be all right. We'll be a couple, and she'll be mine to keep. Just her and me. Faith and Reece. No more regret, no more shame, no more whoring around. She loves me. Look at that, sweating already.

         *  

         Two words hadn't passed between the dancers since last night and Cori felt it was time. She put down her coffee and knocked on the bedroom door.

         "Faith? Can you come out here? I want to talk to you."

         "Please, I think you have some guts to spill."

         No response.

         "Its ok, I have a mop." She joked.

         The door opened and Faith went back to her bed. After crawling back under the covers and wrapping her arms around her drawn up knees, she rested her chin on them with a sigh.

         Cori gave her the once over. She didn't look upset. No red eyes, no dark circles. Actually she looked like she must have got a good 6 hours sleep. She cocked an eyebrow.

         "Hey? Are you ok?" She asked quite curiously.

         "Yep. I had enough time to think about it and yeah, I'm fine." The green eyes showed mischief.

         Cori narrowed her eyes at her friend suspiciously. "OK, out with it." She demanded. "What little scheme have you got rolling around in that head?"

         Faith smiled deviously. "What's the one thing Reece can't deny?"

         "Coffee." Cori joked. This earned her a tug on her eyebrow piercing. "OW! What are you nuts?" Her nose ran from the sting.

         "Nope. What's the one thing that Reece needs?" She continued.

         Cori still wiping the tear from her eye caught on. "Oh, sex!"

         "Uh huh." She smiled.

         "Yeah well I hate to break it to you, but she's been shockingly chaste lately. She's been keeping to herself if you know what I mean."

         "Oh I know alright... oh do I ever know... She certainly couldn't go like THAT every night! I mean my lord a person needs to... mmm, imagine her doing..."

         "Alright! I get the picture! What does this have to do with the price of tea in China?"

         Faith had to erase the visual from her mind before she could go on. "Well Reece hasn't had sex with anyone else because she can't. She needs me. I don't know why, but she reacts to... and trusts me. But she's afraid of this, us. So I'm going to force her to face me through sex."

         "Faith, what the hell are you talking about?"

         "She's more afraid of me, than she's not afraid of sex."

         "WHAT?" Cori was getting a headache.

         "I'm playing dirty Cor. If I can get her so turned on, so worked up... she'll have no choice but to come to me... she's mine. She can't deny the feelings she has for me. Just like I can't."

         "You're insane."

         "Cor, you weren't there. I have a certain power over her when it comes to this. I was thinking about it last night. The Reece I heard all the stories about and the Reece that I made love with, well... they don't match up. She seems to crave my touch, not her release."

         "Reece was never in love before."

         "Exactly. Right now, if I play my cards right, she'll crave much more than my touch. She'll crave all of me."

         "How exactly are you going to do this? Sit outside her house and flash her when she comes and goes?" She asked sarcastically.

         "I'm going back to bartending at The Lounge. She'll see me almost everyday. I'm going to be the death of her." She grinned.

         "Oh, very cute. So listen, when she throws you down on the bar and fucks you, shall we all look away?"

         "Smart ass. I know what I'm doing. I won't let her catch me... yet."

         "Faith, as your best friend and the recipient of your half of the rent, I hope you're right."

         "Trust me Cori, I have this one covered." She winked and returned to her bedroom, mug in hand.

         "Oh Jesus. I HAVE created a monster." Cori shook her head and entered her room to get ready for the day.

         *  

         The phone kept ringing. Every 10 minutes. It seemed every time the tall woman fell back into her bath and consequently, her fantasy, the phone would ring. She wouldn't even bother getting it, but hey, it could be Faith, the woman she was thinking about day and night... and now. Last night she let the machine pick up, and it was her. She said she'd like to start working the bar again, and plans to come in Thursday. If there was a problem with it, the club owner was to call her. Problem with it? Oh no, no problem at all. I like having my stomach twisted in a knot all day. But Reece couldn't say no. She did want to see the blonde every chance she could get. What a perfect excuse too, to have her working at her club. She just needed to figure a way to stop getting sick each time she looked of her. And maybe, seeing her everyday will help get over this fear of hurting her. Then again, maybe if Faith sees her everyday, she'll see the real Reece and the club owner won't have so much explaining to do. Needless to say, she hadn't called Faith back. Now in a few hours she'd have to face her, and her feelings. She was really trying to get off now, trying to at least squash these particular feelings anyway. One less thing to deal with tonight, if only she could seem to come. Reece knew she was kidding herself and that this wouldn't even begin to take care of the fire that burned inside of her for Faith. Oh how she wished the dancer was there. Cursing loudly she pulled the plug on the bath water and wrapped herself in a towel. Why did it always seem like there was a test where the little blonde was involved?

         *  

         Faith was welcomed back with gusto. The Lounge was high energy tonight, and it didn't escape the tall owner as she slunk through he club. She wondered if it was Faith that had this effect. Standing in the shadows, she let her blue eyes settle on the shapely bartender. She was laughing with a customer, her green eyes caught the passing light, making Reece's stomach hurt. She is so beautiful. She watched as Faith stopped and looked around as if someone had called her name. Reece looked too to see who caused that effect then noticed the bright emeralds cutting right through her. Faith felt me? She puzzled. They stood there locked on each other until someone yelled for a drink. Faith curled her lips in a lopsided smirk, daring Reece with her eyes to look away. Without realizing it, the taller woman had moved closer to the bar, and out of the shadows. Faith made a show of posing and bending to make this drink. Her tip cup was overflowing. The bartender then slipped out from behind the bar and advanced on the club owner. Reece stood there like a deer in headlights watching the ultra sexy walk Faith was using. Goddamn, she's hot.

         Faith took Reece's hands out of her pockets and wrapped them around her back, leaning in to the rigid body. "Hi sexy, miss me?" Faith rubbed her cheeks on Reece's breasts before she placed a bunch of small kisses on her throat, feeling the convulsive swallowing under her lips. "Yeah, it's hard to answer when your throat's gone dry." She chuckled, swatted Reece on the ass and started back towards the bar. "Its ok, you can answer me later if you want. I got all night." She smiled big and shook her hips all the way back to the bar.

         Reece was a little uncomfortable. She was a tad moist between the legs and her nipples actually hurt. She was a little amazed at how she reacted to this public display when it was Faith. Any other woman would have been naked right now. This is new. She could feel the twinkling eyes sneaking looks at her. This sudden weakness was highly unusual, and yet, her stomach wasn't hurting so much right now. What was that all about? Here I am trying to be the good girl and... well, I swear its another test. She took another look at Faith, who licked her lips and winked. Oh man, she really isn't giving up with out a fight.

         Faith had it all planned out. She was going to drive Reece insane with need, then hit her up with an indecent proposal that the beautiful woman could not turn down. The devious bartender teased her boss all night long, wearing the tightest leather pants, super push up bra, boots, and nothing else. Faith was relentless in her torture, and Reece was suddenly becoming very religious. Faith smirked each time she heard a "holy shit" or "oh god" slip out of those yummy lips. The normally composed woman was practically shaking as Faith treated her to long smoldering looks, copped generous feels, and left caresses full of promises in very strategic locations. And then for a finale, she dropped to her knees lifted Reece's shirt and planted a goodnight kiss directly on her navel. Faith even thought she heard the tall woman whimper once or twice. Judging by the reactions she was getting, the scheming bartender figured two days tops. She'd be lying on that couch come hell or high water by Saturday night. Feeling very cocky, Faith practically pranced out onto the street.

         *  

         Cori was pretty impressed with both of her friends these days. Faith was downright seductive. And maybe a little cruel too. She certainly did her share of observing at The Playhouse because she was just this close to raunchy, yet still in the realm of taste. The dancer kept tabs on the bartender and stifled the need to shove a dollar in her bra for her performance on a few occasions. She couldn't wait to see what she had in store for Reece tomorrow night. God this was good. Now Reece, Reece was more than lenient, taking everything that Faith dished out. Strange as it was, the boss stayed out of her office a majority of the night and directly in the line of fire. She wondered about that early on in the evening, but figured Reece is a smart woman, she had to know what was going on. Maybe she's on to it all and is giving Faith a run for her money? She chuckled at that thought. If it's true, poor, poor Faith. She stopped to watch Reece pull down the heavy gates to the club and jumped slightly when it hit the sidewalk with such force, it bounced halfway back up. Damn she's frustrated. She was slightly worried that the tightly wound woman would seek a strangers attentions to relieve some tension. The dancer also thought it might not be such a bad idea, for everybody's sake.

         "Hey bosslady, wanna catch a drink?"

         "Where at?" She seemed genuinely interested.

         Cori, not expecting that answer was thrown off guard. "Umm, what about that new place over by you?" The dancer started to walk faster to keep up with Reece's long strides.

         "That trendoid yuppie den?" The tall woman grimaced. "I was thinking maybe a seedy dark joint, preferably with a pool table." She winked, throwing Pepe the keys.

         Cori thought a moment while waiting for the car. Her friend couldn't stand still and was practically oozing sex. Even Pepe was nervous.

         "Looking for something Reece?" Cori climbed into the open door and blew a kiss at the chivalrous Pepe.

         "What makes you say that?" She smirked.

         "Pool table, dark, oh, I don't know. It just sounds like your type of pick up joint is all."

         "You don't have to join me Cori. I'm just going to relax a little, let off a bit of steam."

         "Yeah, that's what I thought. Pig."

         "Freak."

         Cori saw that Reece was driving towards her house anyway and wondered if her friend was attempting to avoid temptation or desperate enough to bed a yuppie. The dancer made it her quest to keep Reece out of temptation's way, should it rear its head in this unlikely place. Who am I kidding? She thought. Nothing can stand between Reece and her libido.

         The club owner found that the place really wasn't that bad now that she got settled. She stirred her cranberry juice and scanned the place. Not much to look at except the bartender with reddish blonde hair. She squinted. Nope, brown eyes, but she'll do just the same. Reece was worried about the piano, but seeing it was covered in empty glasses, calmed her down a bit.

         The boss was driving so Cori wasn't worried about her own alcohol consumption. She ordered a second drink and turned to catch a man in a suit scoping Reece. She glanced at her friend and saw her flirting with the bartender who was flirting right back. She looked back at the man and saw that he was aware of the two women's intentions. Oh no. She giggled. A perv! This is rich. She wondered how Reece would handle this. One of two ways... punch him out or laugh in his face. Just then the woman in question elbowed her.

         "Hey Freak, don't look now, but blue hair and nose ring at 10:00. She looks hungry." Reece made sure Blue Hair saw her tell Cori.

         "Thanks but no thanks boss. What is she twelve? I'm not shopping for a puppy."

         Reece waved her over anyway, and without much warning introduced the two and plopped Blue Hair in her stool. She got up and walked away leaving a very happy Freaklet with her very angry Freak.

         Blue eyes worked the sea of faces for a few minutes. Nothing interested her too much. This surprised her, but old habits die hard and she kept looking. She struggled her way through the bodies back to the bar, hesitating only twice when she felt the welcoming warmth of breasts pressing into her back. She hovered uncomfortably close, over a patron until he got up out of the stool. From this vantage point, she was able to make all sorts of faces behind Blue Hair's back. Boy, was Cori gonna let her have it for this. She chuckled, and went back to playing with the bartender.

         She was so close to kissing the red head behind the bar when she saw Cori stand up and make a very exaggerated yawn for the third time. She glared at her friend for the attempt and when she turned back around the bartender was putting a fresh drink in front of her.

         "Thanks." She smiled a winning smile.

         "Oh, it was from him." The woman pointed at said man with a knowing smirk.

         Reece rolled her eyes. She hated these mixed bars for that reason. She didn't have the patience to hear one more man tell her she hasn't slept with the right guy yet. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Just as she was about to make another move on the bartender, the guy walked over, grabbed her hand, and placed a business card on the bar in front of her.

         "Hi gorgeous." Then he mouthed "read the card".

         She looked at him like he was insane and nearly broke his hand.

         The guy winced and whispered "please", practically begging with his eyes. She let go of his throbbing hand and read the card, "Brad Rogers Talent Scout".

         She laughed out loud, drawing the attention of a few people. "Oh, is there where you tell me I should be in pictures? Get lost dickhead, not interested."

         The man looked desperate when another older man sidled up next to him with a suspicious look in his eye.

         She shrugged and flipped the card over. It said, "In the closet, the boss is suspicious, I need a cover, please help."

         She contemplated laughing again, but the guy looked so pathetic. She assumed the lech next to him was the boss. He should be fired for being so annoying she thought. But hmmm... a talent scout, huh? Oh shit. Should I do this? What the fuck. Cori should find this very amusing. She glanced at her Freak, who was trying very hard not to laugh. She glared at her but as usual, it didn't work. Oh well, here goes...

         "So, are you really a talent scout?" She gave him a wide-eyed innocent look.

         "Yes, as a matter of fact I am." He breathed a large sigh of relief.

         "Is this Television or movies... Brad?" She poured it on, licking her lips and rolling her tongue ring around them for bossman's benefit. The dirty old fuck. She could hear him getting hard.

         "TV..." He hesitated.

         "Theresa." She offered her hand and he kissed it with a smirk.

         Cori took this in with her mouth hanging open and an eyebrow in her hair. THERESA??!!?? Oh... this is better than good. The dancer was stunned. So Reece... Theresa... Reece... it makes sense. She did grow up with a bunch of nuns. Cori was biting her hand to stop herself from screaming "Theresa". Reece glared at the gesture and thought she had better take this away from her friend before Cori's eyeballs fell out and the dancer embarrassed herself. Reece got up and stood at least a head taller than Brad. The Bossman wolf whistled in appreciation. Reece had to take a deep breath to avoid strangling him, or castrating him, the jury was still out. It was an awkward moment, she could hear Cori snickering over the din. The tall woman made like she was smoothing her pants and sat back down, wrapping a long leg around Brad. Reece pulled him between hers, running one hand up and down his back. She placed her hidden hand on his crotch, and spoke very close to his face and very quietly.

         "Ok, here's the deal, whatever the sob story, I really don't fucking care. I don't do favors..." He looked like he might cry. "But... I will make you an offer." She glared, he nodded. "Good, I see we understand each other. You get my friend a job and I'll play your game tonight. Deal?" She squeezed a little for emphasis.

         Brad's eyes widened in terror. "Come on, oh god, let it go, I'll do it, anything, just please..." He stuttered.

         "Why me? Do I look all that charitable?" She toyed with his fear.

         "I know you're gay, I saw you... before... that's why I chose you... he's a homophobic asshole... I'm actually afraid I'm going to lose my job if he doesn't see me with a woman. Please Reece. I'm begging." He really was too.

         She eased up on the squeeze, but not the look. "I'm not fucking kidding buddy. I expect a call tomorrow - I have your address. Let me down and I'll find you. I wouldn't toy with me. Promise me." Her eyes showed her intentions.

         He swallowed hard before answering. "I promise. Thank you."

         "And if I so much as sense that dick of yours twitching, I'll tear it off with my hands." Reece let go of the man's crotch he paled but nodded.

         It almost looked as if Cori was brain dead with the blank stare she was giving the boss. She was still trying to process the Theresa thing, let alone the man thing. Reece found it funny and winked at her. Blue Hair was oblivious and prattled on.

         The club owner put on a monumental show, oozing sex and draping all over him. By the time she excused herself and said goodnight, Brad's boss was convinced he was full out hetero. Reece was also pleased to note Brad was most definitely gay. If he didn't rise to this occasion, he'd have to be, either that or dead. Shit, she made herself hot. Reece made a show of writing her number down on a piece of paper. Of course it was followed with a little note that said, "I know where you live Mary."

         She grabbed Cori who just about looked catatonic now, and left throwing one more wink and kiss over her shoulder at Brad.

         Blue Hair was right behind them.

         She explained herself in the car, but not entirely. She didn't mention that she did it for Faith. Cori was a little skeptical, but came out of her coma just the same. Reece doesn't do favors out of kindness. There was definitely more to this story, but she couldn't be bothered by that now. She was intoxicated, and horny. Blue Hair was sitting on her lap, doing wonderful things to her neck. Soon enough, she forgot all about it.

         Reece couldn't hide the grin she had watching Cori swap spit with this freaklet. The girl was obviously infatuated with her friend and it was exactly what she needed. It was about time someone paid attention to Cori and besides, her friend needed to get laid already. She knew Cori would thank her for it later.

         "Cor, your place or mine?"

         Grunt.

         "My place it is." She chuckled.

         With the noises beside her, Reece's mind wandered to Faith. She smiled as she pictured her excitement having gotten an actual acting job. Brad had better not be screwing with her. It'd been too long since she hit someone. And, she didn't get laid either. There was definitely a bit of tension in her body, working it off either way would suffice.

         *  

         Reece was too wound up to sleep. Too many things were flashing through her mind at the moment. She left the confines of her room and trudged downstairs to eat. She stared at the guestroom door in disbelief when she heard the growl. Her blue eyes widened at the series of thuds and bangs that came out of the room. What the...? She had to smirk at Cori's yelp though. Shaking her head, she grabbed some pop tarts and milk. All sounds stopped from the room and the door opened presenting a very disheveled and slightly wavering Cori wrapped in a sheet.

         "Boss, um, you got anything to tie her down?" She rasped.

         Reece chuckled and leaned on the counter. "What's the matter, too much for you?"

         "Shit woman! If I don't tie her down, I'll never get any sleep!" She whined.

         Reece laughed loudly at her friend's discomfort. She went and retrieved handcuffs out of the kitchen cabinet and dangled them from her finger.

         Cori didn't even want to think about why they were there. She stumbled into the kitchen, tried to take the cuffs only to have them raised too high up to reach.

         "Reece! Then gimme the rest of the Jack I saw in there so maybe I'll pass out."

         "Coreeee... I'm not finished with you yet."

         Both of them looked at the guest room door. Reece snickered, Cori groaned.

         "Please give me those."

         Her friend's desperation was amusing to say the least. But she gave in and tossed her the handcuffs. Cori grabbed the bottle anyway.

         "Bless you... Theresa." The tipsy woman bowed and quickly ducked inside the room.

         Blue eyes shot daggers at the closed door. "Fuck you Freak... hope she bites!"

         Reece went back upstairs to eat, if only to avoid the sounds coming out of the guestroom. It just reminded her that she was way past horny. Masturbating wasn't even working anymore. She might very well have to go out and buy batteries if this kept up. Where the hell is that thing anyway?

         *  

         Faith was worried. Cori didn't come home and she didn't call. Faith knew this because she had been up half the night sweating with the heat. The blonde swore never to complain about not having enough heat. This apartment was sweltering, and she went into Cori's room to find some shorts. That's when she saw her friend hadn't come home. Faith figured Cori was with Reece, but that didn't ease her mind any. The amount of trouble those two could get into worried her. The possibilities were endless. She couldn't wait another minute and was dialing Reece's phone number when there was a pounding at the door. It sounded like someone was kicking it with a heavy boot. The only person she knew with boots like that... Her heart sped up with fear that something bad had happened to one or the both of them and she dropped the phone and ran to the door. She flung it open breathlessly and was relieved to find Reece standing there with a guilty smile on her face. They stared at each other for a moment, Reece fixated on the tiny relieved smile and Faith was lost in pale blue depths. Reece's shoulder groaned and Faith noticed Cori draped over it like a sack of potatoes.

         "Oh my god! What happened to her?"

         The tall woman strolled in and casually dropped her bundle onto the couch, then motioned towards the door.

         Faith watched as a cute blue-haired girl waved from the doorway. She was holding Cori's backpack. Faith put two and two together...

         "Oh man. How much did she drink?" She went over to her passed out friend and covered her.

         Reece gestured at Violet with a little bit of anger in her eye. Faith followed her eyes and crossed her arms and waited.

         "Hi, I'm Violet and I don't know. Maybe 5 or 6 gin and tonics. I didn't think she was that drunk, she seemed ok enough." She blushed. "I mean she was alert and responsive sir!" She saluted Reece.

         The tall woman nodded but looked annoyed at Violet.

         "That half bottle of Jack at your house probably didn't help either."

         Blue eyes narrowed at the speaker. "Didn't you have enough of me yet little girl?"

         Faith shot Reece a look, and she returned it in kind. "Hey, I'm not her mother. She can stand to get laid once and a while. Who am I to stop her? I certainly wasn't going to stand and watch the goings on in my guest room Faith."

         "Reece you know what I mean. Look at her... better yet," She gestured to Violet, "look at HER?" Faith pointed at Violet but couldn't take her eyes off the tall brunette. She thought Reece looked simply delicious. She was wearing her short biker jacket, sweat pants, a tank top and her big clunky boots were untied.

         Reece snickered as Faith took inventory. Her face gave it all away. She couldn't stay angry with Reece and the cocky club owner knew it.

         Violet felt uncomfortable. She saw something going on and felt she shouldn't be there to witness it. Besides, she had a taste of Reece's temper this morning and was damned if she was going to experience it again. She went over to Cori and started to pick her up into a sitting position.

         "What are you doing?" Faith looked at Violet with a raised eyebrow.

         "Since its all my fault, I'm going to take her to her bed and make sure she don't puke in her sleep. Could someone point me there?" She stared down Faith. Apparently the blonde didn't like her much either.

         "I got her." Reece swooped down and maneuvered Cori into her arms. "Its just as much my fault as it is hers. I got distracted at the bar and didn't realize how many she had."

         "Distracted? What do you mean distracted Reece?" One to talk, as she zeroed in on the crouching butt.

         Reece ignored the question and stood. "Why don't you two start again. Violet, meet Faith, Cori's best friend and watchdog." She chuckled and walked carefully into Cori's room.

         "Charmed I'm sure. What did she mean by distracted Violet?" God look at those thighs!

         "Beats me. I didn't see her all night." She shrugged.

         "Did she go home alone?" Green eyes were ablaze with jealousy.

         "Well aside from us, yeah. But I don't think she slept any." Taking in the look on Faith's face she asked, "Are you her girlfriend or something?"

         "I don't know, well yes, you can say that. If I have any say in the matter."

         "Good luck. She's a little intimidating." Violet patted Faiths back.

         "To say the very least. Thanks, but I think I got it covered." Faith started to like her. She was friendly enough, and she was concerned about Cori. That was a good start. Not to mention she withstood Reece and judging by their interaction, the tall woman couldn't have been very cordial to her. She imagined it was the car ride from hell.

         Reece undressed her friend and tucked her under the covers, moving the hair out of her face. Cori stirred, opened one bleary eye and mumbled. "Hey pig, who was the suit?"

         "You just never mind him." She bent down and kissed her friend on the forehead.

         Cori smiled at her sudden tenderness. "You're something else you know that bosslady?"

         "Get some sleep Freak. You'll need it."

         When Reece emerged from the bedroom, Faith was looking at Violet's driver's license.

         "So blondie, should I do a background check on her?"

         "Very funny, she's legal. She was showing me her real hair. It's the same as mine, look." She handed her the card. "Did you know she does piercing?"

         Reece glanced at it before handing it back to Violet and narrowing her eyes. Well they certainly hit it off. She didn't know if she should be comfortable with that. Speaking of uncomfortable, Faith looked mighty good in those shorts. Reece felt the twinge return with a vengeance and shifted her stance.

         "I apologized to her, she's going to stay with Cori while I go shopping. Let me go get her one of my T-shirts..."

         "I'll get it, be right back." Reece bolted in front of her to get the shirt. Faith and Violet shared a confused look, and shrugged. Violet snickered.

         "Maybe she wants to rifle around in your unmentionables." She wiggled her eyebrows.

         "I wouldn't be surprised Violet." She laughed.

         Reece quietly sifted around in the disorganized mess that was Faith's dresser. Truth be told, she did want to root around in her drawers, but really needed to get out of eye contact with Faith. She was feeling very warm since she walked in the house, and she felt the sweat start to trickle down her back when she looked at those sexy legs. Underneath all the mess was a large envelope. Temptation won and she peeked inside. They were Faiths headshots. God she's beautiful. She stood up and shoved it inside the back of her jacket and halfway down her pants. Grabbing the first T-shirt she found, she joined the two in the living room, a fresh pot of coffee already in progress.

         "I thought you were going shopping?" Reece really wanted to get out of there. It felt like the walls were closing in.

         Violet and Faith shared a scheming look. Already Reece regretted her choice of Cori's bed partners. Her Faith was bound to get corrupted by all these freaks.

         "Oh I am." She giggled. "But first we're going to chat."

         "Do I want to know?" She cocked her head at Faith.

         "Oh, trust me, you'll be the first to know." She smirked.

         Reece made her way to the door shaking her head and mumbling something about the gym.

         "Oh Reece? Kiss goodbye?" Faith stood up and approached Reece with a certain look in her eye.

         The tall woman shivered and backed up, reaching behind her for the doorknob. If this is anything like the last one, Lord help me.

         Faith trapped her against the door and came at her on tiptoes with an open mouth. The taller woman's head bent reflexively. A startlingly strong grip on the back of her neck forced her to bend her knees as both her lips were sucked into a warm welcome place. She groaned as each lip was treated to a nibble and then parted forcefully with an insistent tongue. Another groan escaped and nails bit into her neck followed by a thigh thrust roughly between her legs. Why didn't I wear underwear? Reece wondered fleetingly. A hand snaked under her tank top and the tall women nearly screamed from the tugging on her nipple. She felt the perspiration rolling between her breasts and started to feel lightheaded. Reece's mouth was being thoroughly devoured, and she'd be damned if Faith's leg wasn't strong enough to lift her off the floor. Said leg began to grind and Reece's groin burst into flames. She was already working on full throttle since Faith's torment yesterday, and this did absolutely nothing but stoke her fire to unbelievable proportions. Reece was soaking her sweats and needing to gain control, started devouring back. She grabbed the blonde hair and pulled the suction off her mouth and began her own on the exposed neck. She trapped the torturous thigh between her own and pushed back, causing a strangled whimper from Faith. The sound made her even hotter so she did it again, with the same result. Her head began swimming and her bent legs were getting weak. She was quickly giving in, or passing out. NO! She screamed in her head. She needed to sit down, or stand up, anything not to feel this helpless. She pressed her shoulders tightly against the door and took the pressure off of her thighs. Her sharp teeth grabbed a piece of Faith's throat and she felt the groan vibrate through her mouth. The tall woman couldn't stop from sliding lower, only succeeding in planting the muscular thigh harder up against her. Somehow Faith was able to notice this and use it to her advantage, causing a very tortured growl to escape the body she was ravishing. Reece was sweating so badly now, her eyes were stinging with it, and most of her jet-black hair looked like shiny rubber. The jacket felt like it weighed a ton and she tried to shrug it off. Faith saw this and yanked down one shoulder, latching herself to the skin with nails and teeth. Tasting the salty tang of sweat, and feeling droplets fall from Reece's face onto the back of her neck caused her to growl. Reece was getting way beyond rational thinking. She was close... too close. She started to panic when her knees began shaking and pulled away with a grunt, the momentum causing the smaller woman to fall on her butt, legs akimbo.

         Reece stood there panting, with her head in her shaking hands while Faith wrapped her arms around her knees and tried to compose herself.

         "Um, I gotta go Faith, see you later?" She rasped in a half whisper.

         "Yeah, I thought so..." She didn't bother opening her eyes.

         "If it's any consolation... I'm going to the gym." Reece wobbled through the doorway.

         At first Faith felt like crying, but then it hit her and she looked at the closed door with a triumphant little smile. Reece was going to work it off with weights, not flesh. That meant something had definitely changed. Reece was already committed to her.

         And she knew it by telling me about the gym.

         Having a proud moment, Faith sat and replayed this impromptu attack in her mind. At first she was highly embarrassed for behaving as she did, but picturing a shaking perspiring Reece reacting to her in that way made her crotch throb. Deciding on some quick relief in a nice cool shower, Faith tried to stand up to let Violet know she'd be a minute, but her leg were too shaky.

         "How the heck does she do this to me? I can't function like this?" She ran her hand between her legs, once, then twice and that's all it took to set her gasping.

         "GODDAMNIT!" Faith had to yell, she couldn't even make it to the shower.

         *  

         Reece sat down with a thud. She pulled the envelope out of her pants and closed the car door. Her hands were still shaking and her legs felt like jelly. "How the hell does she do this to me?" She wondered. God, she nearly took me where I stood! Reece stared unfocused as she replayed it in her mind. She shivered at the two sensations between her legs. The heat pulsing through it and the cold of her soaking sweats against her naked sex. Grabbing a few Kleenex out of the glove compartment, she stuck her hand down her pants to wipe, which lasted a little longer than it should have, and ended with a large shudder and a frustrated groan. "Damn. I can't believe I did that in my car!" She banged her head on the steering wheel until someone pulled along side her wanting her parking spot. Giving him the finger, she took out the photos of her little bartender and her heart ached. God she was cute with long hair. Staring at this particular photo, Reece decided to make a pit stop for batteries... if she made it to the store.

         Faith managed to collect herself. Violet was looking at her with concern when she teetered back into the kitchen. Flushed, sweaty, and shaky.

         "Did you two just... with me right here?" Her eyes were enormous.

         "Almost." She drank her coffee and sighed. Not giving away the truth. "They give way too much heat in this place."

         "Um, wanna tell me about it?" The piercer wet a paper towel and put it on the back of the blonde's neck.

         "Oh yeah... that's nice. Long story. Wanna hang around while I take a shower? I'll tell you after."

         Drying off after the long cool shower, Faith thought about it, and smiled. It was kinda funny Reece running away and all. Hell, at least tonight at the club, she can't run away.

         *  

         Brad didn't disappoint. He had called while Reece was out and left a message for her to call him back. She did and they decided that he was to come to the club tonight and "spot" Faith bartending and the rest will be up to her.

         Brad wasn't so sure he liked Reece, after how she threatened him in the bar. He'd seen her in action a few times in other bars, and pretty much figured her for a cold hard bitch. He only picked her because he was positive she was gay and he was completely cornered that night. He never would have dared if he hadn't run out of options. He thought that playing the "gay card" would be a plus. Apparently she couldn't care, proving his initial accusations of her true. But in contrast, he knew she was going out on a pretty long limb for her "friend". She really pulled it off last night. Somewhere she had a heart and it wasn't such a bad one either. He finally dialed her number and was very relieved to reach her machine. He did wince at the message. It simply said "Speak" leaving him no time to contemplate what to say.

         The talent scout was startled when he heard her voice on the other end of the phone. She was nothing like the other night. Her voice was deeper, sexier, dangerous.

         "Ok Brad, what do you want to do about this." She stated, not questioned.

         "Uh, I thought you were running the show?" He replied.

         Reece chuckled. "I like a man who knows who's in charge. You'll come to my club, Faith bartends there. Ever hear of The Lounge?"

         "No, I'm sorry but..."

         "Quite alright Brad. I'd be disappointed if you did. All you need to know is on my card. Its a Gentleman's club, so dress like one." Reece sounded amused.

         "Oh, I see. Is she the only bartender? How will I know who she is?" He was very nervous.

         "I'll be there at the door, If I'm not just ask for me. Don't make me wait... Mr. Rogers." She chuckled again. "You must have had one hell of a childhood." And she hung up.

         This friend of hers better be something or his ass was grass. He stared at the address to the club and wondered why she called it hers. Maybe she hangs out at this joint so much, she considers it her own. Yeah, she probably bounces there. Perfect job for that one. Gentleman's club huh? Wall to wall men. Oh yay! He thought excitedly. What do I wear to a titty club?

         Reece procrastinated for hours over going to the club tonight. There really wasn't any reason for her to be there, and she certainly wasn't needed hanging around when Brad "discovers" Faith. She knew that was exactly what she would do, hang around her. And if the bartender didn't become suspicious first, Reece will drop dead from the delicious tortures she had to endure. But she really wanted to see Faith's face when Brad offers her an acting job. That night of embarrassing behavior would be all worth it to see her genuinely happy. After all, she can never show her face in that bar again. That oughtta make up for it.

         She remembered how it felt to actually have a real job. The feeling she got that first night Frankie brought her to the club was one she'd never forget. It was a mixture of pride and accomplishment. After basically being a slave, all her life, she was finally free. And she was respected as a human being. People weren't afraid of her anymore. Well, ok, that took some work. She chuckled at how Frankie would repeatedly call her into the office and lay into her for scaring off the clients. But he never gave up, and never stopped believing in her. The memory put a smile on her face and made up her mind. She was going to the club. Faith wasn't exactly a slave, and she didn't seem to mind her job, but boy will she be happy to act. I can be Faith's Frankie. She thought with a wishful look. Boy, what I wouldnt give to hear his voice again. She rooted through her closet until she found the faded pair of jeans he threw at her that day. She really could almost hear his voice when she slipped them on. Hey Animal... She really missed that.

         *  

         Faith was more excited than ever. She and Violet had a very educating afternoon. While yapping about tattoos and such, Faith admitted a strong interest in piercing her nipple. Her only problem was still hearing her father's voice ranting his views on "those retards with the tattoos and rings".

         Violet had to laugh, it wasn't something she hadn't heard before. Some of the answering machine messages at the shop were way worse than that.

         Faith wished she could see one. Violet then produced a breast and showed Faith her own nipple adornment.

         "The best part is, when you get tired of it, you take it out! It's not permanent."

         "Wow, that's pretty hot. Can I touch it?" Faith was very intrigued by the whole thing.

         "Sure. Just don't tug on it. It goes straight to my clit." Violet warned. "And Cori's asleep" She added with a smile.

         Faith blushed and changed her mind. "Oh, that's ok then. I wouldn't want to cause you any um, discomfort." She silently wondered if she would survive any more pleasure. It was exhausting enough the feelings Reece produced with a plain nipple.

         "S'okay." Violet shrugged. "You want me to pierce yours?

         Faith thought about it, looked at the woman's ring and unconsciously held her breast. "I don't know..." She hesitated, "Will it really hurt?"

         "If you're not positive Faith, don't do it."

         "I think maybe my nipples are too small..." She looked down her shirt. Violet joined her.

         "I think they're perfect! Don't judge by mine, Mine is not the size we pierce with, I gradually worked up to this size."

         Faith grimaced. "Uh, what size do you pierce with?"

         "About the size of Cori's lip ring. Come on, I'll show you."

         They went into Cori's room and stood over the snoring woman. Violet took out her breast again and showed Faith the difference. Faith was getting more and more into the idea and took out her own breast She looked from Cori's lip to her nipple and back again.

         "Hey, that's not big at all. I think it would look good on me." Faith stared at her nipple in thought. It would probably be better to judge if it were hard. "You're the professional, what do you think?" She absently rubbed the nipple while she spoke.

         "I think it would look perfect. You have beautiful breasts Faith. Why shouldn't you decorate them?" Violet said sincerely.

         "Oh no, only one." She kept looking back and forth between her nipple, Cori's lip, and Violet. Violet was very patient. She was not going to make up the blonde's mind for her. That decision was all up to her. On second thought...

         "Faith, how is Reece going to take it?" She worried.

         "Oh you never mind her. She hasn't staked her claim on these yet. If she doesn't like it, she can go scratch." Her mind was settled. "Lets do it."

         Cori was slightly bewildered at that statement. She opened her eyes and quickly closed them. She could have sworn she was awake, but judging from what she saw when she opened her eyes, she had to be dreaming. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and her stomach was growling for food. She had to be awake.

         "Please tell me my best friend and a chick I picked up at a bar aren't standing there, each holding a tit talking about doing it."

         The two women laughed. "Hey Cor, what do you think, will it look good on me?" She climbed on Cori and put her nipple by her lip. Cori went cross-eyed trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

         "Faith! What are you doing?" She backed away from the breast in shock.

         "I'm going to pierce it. Will you hold my hand?"

         "Can I piss first?" She was still a little confused.

         "Go on ya big baby. I'll go make you something to eat." They put their breasts away and left Cori to figure out what just happened.

         *  

         After the piercing and a successful shopping trip, Faith and Cori headed home. Cori wasn't sure how Reece was going to take to this new development. She figured Cori to be a freak, and now with Violet... Good night! She's going to think we've corrupted her! The phone rang and she jumped. It was Reece calling to make sure Faith was coming in to work tonight.

         "Uh as far as I know, yeah. Oh and by the way, I'm fine thank you."

         "Good, you were pretty fucked this morning. How's the puppy?" The boss snickered.

         "She's actually really nice Reece. Thank you for introducing us. I owe you."

         "Good. I might need that favor."

         "Reece, you're being awfully weird lately, first the Suit, which you still need to explain, and now you're asking for favors? What gives?"

         "You'll know all about the guy tonight. Just make sure Faith gets here ok?"

         "The Suit has something to do with Faith doesn't he?" She figured.

         "Yeah, now can I hang up?" Reece sounded nervous.

         "Yeah, sure boss. Later." Cori stood there for a minute. For the life of her she couldn't figure this one out. What would Reece hanging all over a guy have to do with Faith coming in to work tonight? Maybe she just ought to wait and see, as much as it killed her to not know something.

         Faith was a bundle of energy and couldn't wait to get dressed and go to work. She was thinking about Reece all day. She couldn't stop reliving the scene by the door this morning. She thought a needle stabbing through her nipple would have quenched that particular problem, but now she was more aware of her nipple than ever. And the pain was borderline pleasurable. Right before she dressed, Violet checked up on her nipple, and was surprised at how well it was taking to the piercing.

         "Really? What would happen if I rejected it?" She asked curiously.

         "You wouldn't believe the things I've seen" The blue-haired woman grimaced.

         "It really doesn't hurt unless I have something tight covering it. It kinda feels good, if you know what I mean." She wiggled an eyebrow.

         "Oh, I know what you mean. Just don't go playing with it yet..." She smirked.

         Reece was beginning to make Sam edgy. She was hanging around the door for an hour. Plus, she wasn't talking about it. Sam got up and offered the boss her seat. Reece shook her head and continued to drum her fingers on the doorframe.

         "Boss, I'm kinda cold. Can we shut the door?"

         "Oh, yeah, didn't realize..."

         "What's up Boss? Who are we looking for?" Sam couldn't help but join the tall woman in looking out the little square of glass in the door.

         Reece realized she was acting like an expectant father and backed off. "No one Sarge. I'll be in my office." She walked away and checked the club one more time in case she missed him. She really hoped he'd get here before Faith did so she could talk to him. Faith seemed to be on her every second and she'd never get the chance like that. She wasn't in her office for long before someone knocked on the door.

         "Come!" Reece yelled.

         "Gee boss, is that a proposal, or an order?"

         "Shut up Freak. Is Faith here?" She stood up expectantly.

         Cori narrowed her eyes in suspicion and closed the door behind her. "Speak. And that's an order."

         Another knock at the door.

         Reece threw her hands up and went to open it. "Grand Central Fucking Station" She muttered. And the yelled "WHAT" as she flung open the door. Sam backed away a little.

         "Um Sorry Boss, there's a gentleman here who says you're expecting him?"

         "Where is he?" Reece was already walking out the door.

         "He's by the bar..." Seeing no sense in finishing the sentence now that she was gone, Sam turned to Cori for an answer.

         "I have no fucking clue Sarge." She was more than curious when Reece reappeared at her office with the Suit.

         "Is this Faith?" He looked at Cori with a very disapproving expression.

         "Cori was just leaving weren't you?" Reece gave her a shove but the dancer was not moving.

         "Excuse me sir, but who the fuck are you?"

         "Cori, go!" She pointed at the door.

         "Not until I know what this guy has to do with Faith."

         Reece sighed and brought the dancer to the hallway. She wasn't going to win. "His name is Brad, he's a talent scout and he's going to get Faith an acting job" She blurted out.

         "So when you said you did him a favor..." She stopped and tried to remember, "...you threw yourself all over his dick in public for Faith?" She gaped.

         "Yeah and..." Reece dared.

         "That is so fucking sweet I could cry. God Reece..." She did get misty.

         "Oh Christ Cori! Just go get to work, and DON'T TELL FAITH!" She warned.

         "You are full of surprises Bosslady." Cori sniffled and followed orders.

         *  

         Faith noticed the good-looking guy staring at her, and Cori staring at her, and Reece staring at her. She was beginning to get a little self conscious about her choice of outfits. She asked a waitress to cover for her so she could go to the dressing room and take another look at herself. Cori followed her to see if she was ok, and of course get her back out there to Brad. What was taking him so freaking long anyway?

         "Cor? Is there something wrong with my clothes? " She twisted and turned in the mirror.

         "No way. That is the hottest thing I ever saw!" Cori gushed.

         "WooHoo! Look at you girl!" Violet appeared in the doorway with a big shopping bag.

         "Yeah but why is everybody looking at me like that?" Faith's face was getting red.

         Cori glared at the bag and Violet hid it behind her back... and came in for a hello kiss.

         "Faith hon, you look great. I'm sure everyone is looking at you with envy." Violet offered.

         "I'd buy that if it were the girls... but..." She looked at herself again. She was wearing a black and dark blue camisole, fishnets and a very snug mini. The new piercing would catch the light every so often and shine through the lacy material. She couldn't find anything wrong with it. She turned to see Cori and Violet whispering animatedly to each other.

         "Somebody tell me what is going on?" She crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

         "Nothing babe. Violet was telling me a bloody piercing story, I didn't think you'd appreciate it." She lied.

         "Hmm, I'll allow that... for now. " She gave the two a weary look and went back to work.

         *  

         Reece hovered impatiently around the bar. Faith was too distracted by her presence to worry about anything else but keeping her hands to herself.

         "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" Brad motioned to Faith.

         Reece practically pushed her towards him and then disappeared from view. She was flanked by Cori and Violet as they watched Faith laugh at the man's business card. Reece couldn't help but smirk. They talked some more and Faith still had a skeptical look about her. Then she looked surprised as he made the cross your heart gesture.

         "I swear Ms. Ashford."

         "So let me get this straight Brad, you saw me here when?"

         "Yesterday." He lied.

         "And you had to come back to see me today?" She was very skeptical.

         "Absolutely! I have a feeling you will be very pleased with my offer. When can you get to my office?"

         "I'm off on Monday. You went through all this trouble for a bartender in a titty club?"

         "No, I went through all this trouble for a very attractive woman who probably doesn't even want to be here. Give it a chance Ms. Asford."

         "Please call me Faith." She looked at the card again. He seemed legit. Where is Reece? She'd know if this guy were fishy.

         "Faith, you have to believe me. I already told the big guy that you would be perfect for this part. At least come and see." He begged.

         "Ok, I believe you." She smiled.

         The three women held their breath and watched the exchange of phone numbers. Only after he shook her hand and left did Faith show the full effect of her happiness.

         Reece thought she looked beautiful with that brilliant smile. Violet ran into the dressing room to ready the balloons she brought. Cori had to be on stage in two minutes and she patted Reece on the back and took off for the stage. That left one very pleased woman watching Faith bask in her happiness.

         Faith wanted to scream. She was so excited at this moment, her ears hurt from smiling. She quickly looked around for Reece, and was slightly disappointed when her search came up empty. Why did she disappear like that anyway? It's so not like her to leave me here with a potential flirt. Especially since she saw him watching me. She was distracted from her thoughts by a man shouting for a beer. She placed it in front of him, smiled her best tip smile and bent down just a little bit. He fell for it and soon she was shoving a 5 in her tip cup.

         Reece also fell for it and couldn't stop herself from approaching the bar.

         "Hey sexy." The bartender greeted her with a smile.

         "Hey yourself. Do I have to break some legs?"

         "What are you talking about?" Faith was bewildered.

         "That guy, the one who gave you his number, do I have to break his legs?" She asked again with a sneer.

         "Oh, him... no. He was just trying to convince me to work for him." She tried to bait the tall woman.

         "You took his card. So, what does he offer that this lovely place can't?" The club owner pretended to be hurt.

         "Oh nothing. Just a role in a TV SHOW! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed the last two words and jumped up and down like a nut.

         Reece laughed at her excitement and ran behind the bar and wrapped her arms around the jumping woman.

         "Congratulations baby! I knew your dream would come true!" Reece kissed her on the top of the head. It felt good to hold Faith like this. She didn't even care who was watching.

         "I'm an actress. I did it Reece! All those cattle calls and sleepless days were not for shit. I really gave up, I never thought... I guess its true what they say, just when you least expect it..." AAAHHH! She was excited all over again.

         The tall woman found it very contagious and couldn't help the beaming smile from crossing her face.

         "God Reece you look gorgeous when you smile like that." Faith was stunned.

         "You make me smile like this Faith." She confessed.

         "Well, you better stop, or you'll give people the impression that you're happy." She teased.

         "Yeah, that or my teeth will get dry." She joked.

         "Hey Blondie! You think you can tear yourself away from her to wait on a few of us thirsty tip givers?"

         Reece stiffened up but Faith reassured her that he was a regular and it was ok.

         The bartender pulled away and Reece went around to the other side of the bar sitting on a stool just as Cori took the stage. She swiveled herself around for a better view. It had been so long since she had actually sat and watched the girls perform. Within moments she gasped as she felt a cold wetness begin on her neck, and work its way to the front and end up in her cleavage. The club owner shivered and cocked her head to meet the eyes of the only person on this earth who could get away with something like that. Her head was positioned back and the cold beer was dragged up her chin to her mouth and a hand tipped her chin back. Reece allowed the liquid to be poured into her mouth and swallowed, feeling the cold work its way down through her hot insides. The strong hand holding her chin shifted and fingers traced her wet lips.

         Faith had watched Reece drink beer from the bottle before. After each guzzle, her tongue would swipe the rest off her lips. She anticipated that motion now and made sure she would feel the wet muscle this time. She was suddenly struck with an intense need to feel the tall woman's tongue, everywhere.

         Reece was unaware of her habit and couldn't for the life of her understand why she had just licked Faith's fingers. Realizing that the hands had left her head, she spun around to see the most wonderful expression on her bartender's face. Faith studied her own hand with a half-lidded hungry look. Ah, the tables are turned now huh my little friend? Payback time. With a sexy smirk she leaned her forearms on the bar and cleared her throat. Faith's head shot up at the sound, and watched as the perfect, wet lips before her opened, requesting more.

         The bartender stepped closer and held Reece's chin while she poured more beer into her mouth. She wanted to be that errant droplet on her bottom lip, and became transfixed on it.

         "What's the matter Faith?" She drawled. Green eyes were mesmerized by her mouth. The bartender felt a hot tingle in her belly and inhaled sharply. She wanted to be that beer and slide over her tongue and down her throat.

         Reece licked her lips again, and smirked at the pained expression. It was the one she wore when she saw Reece's tits for the first time.

         The tall woman leaned impossibly closer and trailed her tongue piercing across her lip. Tonight. No more bullshit.

         "Paybacks are a bitch aren't they babe?" Reece reached out and snatched the bottle away. Sticking her tongue out flat, she let the rest of the beer pour over it into her mouth. Some spilled over and down the sides of her neck. She knew this might just do the bartender in. Adding fuel to the fire, she put the empty bottle down and lifted the hair off of her neck showing Faith the wet trails on her skin.

         "Oh you are so in for it Reece Corbett." She groaned. Her hand reached out to trace the path the liquid took.

         The club owner chuckled and stood up abruptly. "You'll have to do better than that to make me say Uncle."

         "OK, I give. I'm not playing games anymore." The blonde gave up.

         "So you admit you've been toying with me?" Reece crossed her arms under her chest and Faith groaned again.

         "Yes, but no more, I promise." She practically whined.

         The customers at the bar could feel the energy crackling between the two women. Those that were regulars, knew who the tall woman was, and had a pang of sympathy for the smaller woman. Reece was a force to be reckoned with and toying with her was practically unheard of. The fact that the blonde wasn't laid out on the bar already was puzzling.

         "Well I'm kinda liking this game. I still haven't given in." She grinned.

         "Oh god... you're going to torture me now aren't you?"

         "Do you have any idea what I had to restrain from doing to you Faith?"

         "I had an inkling..." Boy did she have an inkling. She wanted Reece to take her with all she had.

         "And you want that?" She asked seriously.

         "Please Reece, I want you so bad right now."

         "And what is it that you want?" She practically whispered.

         "I want you to take me like you don't know my name." She admitted.

         Adrenaline flowed rapidly through the tall woman's body.

         "Make me."

         Faith's expression turned frustrated and she blew out a breath.

         Reece was totally prepared to give in, but seeing the effect she had on the bartender changed her line of thinking to devious. She suddenly had a better idea. It was time to beat Faith at her own game. Have the bartender beg her now. It gave her a rush to picture just such a thing. It was almost difficult to walk away from the bar right then, but she managed. She figured she'd add kerosene to her own fire and watch the girls perform. She chuckled. Poor Faith. She wants this, heh, she won't know what hit her.

         Faith nearly came from the sight of her faded denim covered ass walking towards the stage. God help me! She sighed. Where did those jeans come from? They look so soft... Her thoughts cut off when it registered where Reece was heading. She nearly leapt over the bar to follow her.

         Cori was still up and was gyrating wildly about a half inch away from a poor man's face. He looked ready to faint. Violet eyed the whole thing with a sneer, but didn't let it get to her. This was Cori's gig and she had no right. Just then there was a strong hand on her shoulder and she had every intention of breaking a bone or two when she saw amused blue eyes staring at her. Reece leaned her head in and spoke in her ear over the music. "You ok?" Violet nodded and rolled her eyes. The tall woman nodded in return and casually strolled over to the dancer waving a bill in her fingers. Cori nearly lost her balance and slid headfirst down the pole. REECE IS GIVING ME MONEY?? On her approach towards the boss, she saw Faith maneuvering her way to the stage with a determined look on her face. Oh no! You guys are not involving me in you twisted foreplay. She backed up a tad and Reece gave her the eyebrow. Faith was standing by Reece's side now and eyed Cori. It was a little battle of the wills. Faith had a delicious idea and gave the dancer a look that made her cringe. Without warning, Faith was on the stage with Cori. Reece had to blink a few times to get the message to her brain that this was really happening.

         Cori looked a little panicked but Faith whispered something in her ear and they fell into a very sexy routine. Cori mock licked her way down the blonde's body and ended up on all fours at her feet. Then Faith pretended to pull Cori up by the hair and they did a slow grind into each other that left a few men groaning. The club owner was no better off than they were as she felt her groin tightening at the display. Violet wended her way through the crowd and tugged on Reece's belt wide eyed. The tall woman shrugged in reply, but never took her eyes from the stage.

         Faith twisted herself in Cori's arms and bent down to remove her boots, planting her perfect bottom into the other dancer's crotch. Cori threw her head back and thrust into the woman in exaggerated ecstasy.

         Reece felt her cheeks get hot with both arousal and jealousy. C'mon woman, you know it's just a show. You see this practically everyday. She scolded herself.

         Now Cori had Faith's head in her hands, mashing it into her crotch. The blonde woman crawled between the other dancer's legs and felt her way up the girl's back letting her hands wander to the front of the arched chest. She cupped full breasts and twirled the dancer around 'til they were face to face. Cori mouthed, "Ready?" Faith answered with a swallow. "As ready as I'll ever be."

         And then they were topless.

         Reece's knees gave out and she nearly fell right there. The sight of the two women holding their own breasts and rubbing nipples made her mouth go terribly dry. She glanced quickly at Violet who was about as far-gone as she was. Only Reece had the good sense to close her mouth.

         The delicious friction of her new piercing was causing Faith to groan. She didn't dare let the sound out fearing it would embarrass her friend. Instead she spun around, she and Cori went about a routine they only practiced in the privacy of their living room.

         Reece let her mouth fall open when Faith approached her topless. Only then did she notice the new jewelry and it looked so appetizing, the saliva returned to her mouth threefold. The tall woman had to swallow... she wanted to have that ring in her teeth. She felt the wetness seeping out of her as the blonde stood in front of her and rubbed her thumbs over her erect nipples. Reece saw the expression on her bartender's face and knew Faith was very pleased with the pleasure/pain of the new adornment. More wetness flowed. Faith leaned over and placed her lips on the tall woman's ear. She groaned and breathed into it until Reece gripped the stage.

         "Mmmm, C'mon baby, I know you want to fuck me." She breathed.

         Oh Faith...

         Faith disappeared and collected her tips. Occasionally the two women met and put on additional displays for enthusiastic tippers. Cori silently wondered if Faith would do this again, she must have doubled her usual take tonight. She caught sight of Reece's expression and her eyes went wide. She had seen that expression plenty, and knew the club owner was not going to last much longer. Slithering her way over to Faith, she made a show of squatting behind her, working her hands upwards and ending on her face. She smooshed her head in her boobs before turning the blonde's head towards the boss. "You are in big trouble honey." She whispered. Cori could feel the woman shudder when she made eye contact. She released her and smacked her ass for good measure.

         Reece saw Faith coming towards her and knew what she had to do.

         The blonde dancer made quite a picture as she squatted down with her ass in Reece's face. The club owner narrowed her eyes at the scent that made its way towards her. Faith turned around and lifted her tits up to the aroused woman's face. The rule was no touching, but this was her club. Reece wrapped her arm around Faiths waist and threw her up over her shoulder. The crowd erupted into applause as the tall woman stalked purposefully, yet unsteadily towards her office. Cori bowed and jumped from the stage into the very open arms of a very horny piercer.

         Faith knew she was playing with fire but couldn't help herself. She slid her hands down Reece's back. Closing her eyes, she paused at the feel of the shifting muscles as she walked. But that wasn't where she intended on stopping. She continued down until she felt the softness of old worn Levi's under her palms. She gripped the firm muscles as they bunched under her hands. She felt the tall woman growl and her own ass muscles scrunched in anticipation. A hard slap in said area startled her.

         "OW! Hey!"

         Reece said nothing, but the twitch in her shoulders told Faith just what she was thinking. It made her shudder.

         "I smell you again Faith. You know what that does to me don't you?" She growled.

         This is the Reece she heard stories about. This is the Reece she so desperately tried to coax to the surface. This is the Reece she fantasized about. And this was the Reece she wanted to tell she loved. She needed to have this woman hear those words. This Reece needed to hear those words.

         The blonde jumped as fingers were suddenly touching her wet skin and drawn roughly back and forth over her sex. She heard Reece inhale and groaned at the image she was missing.

         "Oh yeah. I forgot. You like to watch don't you?" The words vibrated through Faith's body.

         Reece dropped the bartender on her couch and watched with a satisfied sneer as she arranged herself. Then she closed and locked the door.

         Faith saw the way Reece was breathing, the expression on her face, the color of her eyes, her feral smile. Her nostrils were flared and she was repeatedly licking her lips. The tall woman kicked off her boots, and tore open the buttons of her fly with one yank. That's when she knew, Reece was going to fuck her. A flood of wetness soaked her underwear. She moaned and lifted her hips off the couch.

         "You see something you like?" Reece taunted her as she stripped off her shirt. The tall woman approached the couch and leaned over Faith She dangled a breast over the blonde's face and then fondled it. Faith tried not to squirm, but it was fruitless.

         "You want me don't you? You want to feel my naked body hunching against yours." She practically snarled.

         Faith swallowed hard and nodded like crazy.

         "Do you know what I want Faith?" The tall woman reached down and yanked off the skirt. She flung it away hooked her fingers inside the fishnet stockings and the tore them right out of the garters that held them.

         Faith sucked her top lip into her mouth and whimpered.

         Reece snapped the elastic of the lacy panties, causing the wearer to flinch hard.

         "Take them off."

         Faith slid them down her legs and went for the garters.

         "Oh no, those stay." She fingered them with both hands. "They make you look dirty." She breathed into her ear. "And you wanted to be taken like a dirty girl."

         Reece took the panties from Faith and closed her eyes when she felt the wetness. Holding them up to her face, she breathed in deeply and groaned. This was definitely not a stranger... a stranger didn't make her heart sit in her throat. "Oh yeah..."

         Reece climbed on the couch and straddled the smaller woman at the stomach. She took both hands in one and lifted them over her head and placed them on the couch.

         "Stay." She commanded the hands.

         Staring down into the most beautiful green eyes, she willed herself to stop panting. Faith bucked her hips. Reece began panting all over again. This wasn't an unusual event. She fucked women all the damn time. Why was she having this teeny bit of guilt? Look at her dammit! She wants you to fuck her. Even so, big bad Reece still needed to warn her of what she was requesting.

         "I want you Faith. I want you in the worst way. Do you know what I'm saying?"

         Faith was wide eyed and breathing quite heavily herself. She gave her best hungry look.

         "Oh, yeah. I know exactly what you're saying baby. Give it to me." She arched her head back.

         The tall woman's body was practically vibrating. She dropped to her elbows and bit the offered neck. "I want to see you writhing under me. I want to hear you begging me to make you come." She sucked hard at the tender skin. Faith groaned helplessly. She felt as if she could come just from the insistent suction on her throat. She lifted her hips again, searching for contact.

         "Oh, you need something Faith?" She smirked.

         "Yes." She breathed.

         "Tell me what you want." Reece climbed higher until her knees were even with the smaller woman's head.

         "Reece, please..." She whined. The power to speak disappeared. Nirvana was mere inches away from her face.

         "Well then, I can choose what to do. Of course that could mean I choose to make you watch me get myself off." She grinned evilly.

         Faith felt the gush spill out of her and she whimpered painfully. Right there?

         "Is that a yes? Hmm?" Reece started to lift her breast to her mouth and rubbed her wetness very slowly on the hard nipple under her. Faith squeezed her eyes shut. Bad enough she's doing that to my breast, seeing her lick her own tit would definitely make me come right now. Reece moaned and Faith bit her lip.

         "Oh no, that will never do. Open your eyes Faith." Her voice was commanding.

         Green eyes opened to focus on the dildo the tall woman was holding. She groaned loud and long.

         Reece got up and slipped out of the line of vision. There was a large exhale from the couch as Faith thought Maybe if I don't see her, I can speak.

         Reece was adjusting the straps on her harness with shaky hands. Never before did she feel this out of control while in control. She turned to face the couch and her stomach flipped when she realized what she was trying to do. There was no way she could simply fuck Faith. No matter whom she tried to convince, she would always be making love.

         "Are you gonna stand there all night? Don't you have some work to do?" Faith sat up and licked her lips. Right now Reece looked like a goddess to her.

         The tall woman shivered at the tone of voice her bartender used. She was more than willing for this. She wants me to fuck her... Reece grinned evilly. Who am I to deny her? She stood in front of the couch, green eyes riveted to the new addition to Reece's body.

         "Tell me what you want me to do Faith."

         Long fingers disappeared into the blonde's center, and smeared themselves in abundant wetness making them both moan. She then wiped it all over the tip of the dildo.

         Reece kneeled between Faith's legs. How far is she willing to go? The bartender would never suck her dick, she wouldn't know what to do. She knew this would be quite a request of Faith, the woman never having actually seen a blow job, but the thought was turning her on more and more. She only had the ho's give her a "blow job" because it would put them on their knees at her feet... complete submission, and it made the club owner feel powerful. For some reason though, Reece noticed she dropped to her knees this time. She shook that thought off. Now was not the time.

         "Lick it for me. Get it nice and wet." She breathed, more aroused at the idea than she had ever been.

         Faith didn't know what to do. She had only seen this done in a porno. But watching the long fingers absently stroke the dildo, was getting to her. Wanting desperately to connect with Reece, she gave it her best shot. She took the larger hand off of the toy and brought it to her lips. She kissed each finger then sucked two into her mouth. The dildo twitched and the blonde knew this was a good thing. She grabbed a hold of the black member and pulled it. Reece was wide-eyed as it pushed back into her mound. This motion was repeated until Faith was satisfied by the glazed look in Reece's eyes. The tall woman's center throbbed as she watched Faith pull the phallus in time with the suction on her fingers. It was almost an overload to her senses - it felt too good. She had to keep reminding herself that this was her bartender, the things she was doing! She groaned.

         Satisfied with the sound, Faith lowered her mouth to the toy. Keeping an eye on the darkening blue ones above her, she poked out her tongue and licked the tip slowly. Reece jerked and grunted as if it were her own dick, never taking her eyes off that tongue. Faith proceeded to lick the dildo, top and bottom, wrapping her lips around it and sucking noisily on occasion. This made Reece pump and gyrate her hips. She loved the reaction she was getting and didn't want to stop.

         The kneeling woman was experiencing feelings that she never had before. There was a pounding in her ears that she normally didn't have, and she was far more turned on than she could ever remember being. She couldn't tear her eyes away from that tongue... it was like she could really feel it. She shuddered and swore to have more sympathy for the customers that asked the girls for blow jobs. She'd still have them unceremoniously tossed out, but she could see their point. The dildo pushed against her hard and she closed her eyes. It was too much sensation, and Reece had overestimated herself. She heard herself whine.

         Struck by that sound, Faith snaked a hand up between the strong flexing thighs. Sliding her fingers through the soaked opening, Reece growled and thrust harder. Faith pulled away afraid of being gagged. "Oh you liked that huh?" She teased the slippery skin with her fingers.

         Coming to her senses, the tall woman grabbed the torturous hand and resisted the urge to shove it into herself. She needed to be inside Faith.

         "Open those legs wide for me."

         Faith did as she was told, and felt her juice slide down between her ass cheeks. She narrowed her eyes and started stroking her own thighs.

         Reece's nostrils flared widely at the action. "You want to touch yourself?"

         "No, I'd much rather you fuck me senseless. But if you want..." She rested her hand over her pulsing sex.

         Reece showed no signs of arguing so she began touching herself.

         In reality, Reece was shocked mute by Faith's behavior. And doubly so while she watched the small hand work its way into the drenched folds. She was suddenly very jealous of that hand and growled.

         Faith was very pleased with that sound and she shimmied down enough to rest her ankles on the kneeling woman's shoulders. She watched as the tall woman rocked her hips in time with her moving fingers, then turned her head and began licking and sucking her ankle.

         "Oh Reece!" She twitched all over from the sensation of that tongue.

         Reece switched ankles and bit at the tender skin. All the while watching Faith for any signs of climax.

         This was a vision she'd never forget. The last and only other time she was going to use this dildo, Faith got nervous and she only let Reece use it in her with her hand, while she licked her. She never did get over this particular urge. Reece's body was screaming to fuck her, and now she was about to do just that. She noticed the blonde's finger was precariously close to entering herself and that will never do.

         With a loud grunt, Reece positioned herself and thrust the entire dildo inside of Faith.

         Faith screamed.

         "Oh yeah... you want me to fuck you..." Reece groaned.

         "Yes, don't stop... harder." The blonde was writhing.

         Reece complied. She watched green eyes threaten to roll back. She closed her eyes and could see her typical fantasy play out on her eyelids like a movie.

         "Oh fuck... yes! Reece!" She yelled.

         Blue eyes snapped open. Jesus! This is Faith. Its really Faith, my Faith, Faith...

         She had no idea that the name was coming out of her mouth with each thrust. Faith's heart was bursting.

         "Yes... deeper..." She urged.

         "Anything you want love." She grabbed hold of the back of Faith's knees, and bent them all the way up to her shoulders. This was the rest of her fantasy, and she was going to live it all out.

         "Oh my god! Reece!" She practically screamed. Her clit on the receiving end of each thrust now.

         The tall woman let go of Faith's ankles, bent down and bathed the sweat off of the straining neck beneath her with her tongue. Her hand found a painfully hard nipple and she pinched it in time to her hips.

         "Oh yesssss..." Faith hissed.

         "Faith... Faith..." Reece continued her unconscious chanting, her voice was raspy.

         "Yes, yes, you're so deep..." She groaned.

         "I am baby... feel me."

         Faith took it as an invitation and slipped her hand down to feel the dildo moving in and out of her. Reece jerked forward for a second as the fingers grazed her swollen flesh. Faith liked that and pinched and rolled the hard clit between her fingers. Reece fell hard onto the small woman's chest and groaned, losing the rhythm completely. This was so much more than her brain could have imagined and she couldn't keep up.

         "Oh baby, please don't stop." Faith ground her heels into Reece's back, and her nails into her ass.

         The fallen woman lifted herself up on her hands and stared into the green eyes below her. At first she worked her hips around slowly, watching Faith's facial expression change as she picked up the pace.

         Then she noticed the silver ring and bent her head down to capture it in her teeth. She didn't pull it, or move it, just breathed on it.

         "Shit yes!" Faith's hips picked up speed and she turned her head to bite the taut forearm beside her.

         Blue eyes looked at the most beautiful face she had ever seen and her heart skipped a beat. She whimpered and nearly fell again. Nails dug into her ass and pulled her deeper.

         "Oh god you fuck me Reece, you just fuck me." She begged.

         The tall woman followed orders and soon felt the trembling in the body below her. She grabbed both sides of Faith's face and kissed her with everything she had. She poured every last bit of emotion into that kiss. Faith became motionless at the beginning of her release; the hands on her face kept her head from thrashing as it wanted to. It was too much. She screamed, from the orgasm and the love she felt radiating from the face above her. Reece kept pumping even after Faith had begged her to stop, and finally thrust herself one last time and stayed that way, grinding herself into Faith's still twitching center as she came with a growl.

         "Faith..." She whispered one last time and collapsed on the trembling body beneath her.

         The small woman's arms wrapped around her head and she hugged it to her chest fiercely. She felt like crying. It was that intense.

         Reece needed to catch her breath, her arms and legs weak from the exertion she forced on them.

         "Reece, look at me."

         Their eyes met and that's when Reece knew it couldn't be any other way.

         "I love you Faith. I love you so fucking much." She almost sobbed.

         "I love you too baby. I'll never stop, ever..."

         Reece kissed her passionately, stopping every so often to mutter "love you..."

         "Then show me Reece. Take me home and let me make love to you all night long."

         *  

         Meanwhile, back in Brooklyn, two very satisfied bodies lay tangled under the covers. Violet had to confess, seeing Cori up there doing such things turned her on like nothing else. Maybe it was that she knew the promise behind her actions, maybe it was because she looked so damned sexy doing it. Whatever the reason, she showed Cori just how appreciative she was, repeatedly. Now the two lovers slept peacefully with smiles on their faces.

         *  

         Reece thought going home to make love was a very good idea. She had to stand up at some point to do just that, but she was so comfortable where she was. Besides, Faith was stroking her back in the most relaxing way. She'd be a fool to move. Faith relished this moment and never wanted it to end either, but there was a grimace on her beautiful face. She felt the contented sigh against her ear.

         "Mmm, you feel so good baby." She spoke into the neck she was buried in. "I don't ever want to move."

         "I'm glad you feel good Reece, but I have one request, and it requires you to move." The blonde whispered.

         Reece lifted her head and kissed her cheek. "Am I too heavy?"

         "No, but I think your dick may be stuck in me."

         The tall woman looked at her with such an expression she had to laugh. This of course caused the intrusion to move about and her laughing was peppered with all sorts of noises.

         Reece laughed as well and decided that the only way to make sure she pulled out comfortably, was to lubricate it. With an evil little smirk, she raised her right hand for Faith to see. Green eyes looked puzzled, but caught on quickly when the fingers of that hand were stuck into her mouth. With narrowed eyes, she licked those fingers thoroughly. Her heart rate doubled as Reece snaked her hand between their bodies and proceeded to moisten said area. The tall woman repeated this process until they both forgot entirely the purpose of this action.

         Breathing heavily, Reece attempted to pull out and stand up, but strong legs wrapped around her waist and arms wound around her neck. When she stood, Faith was wrapped around her like a second skin, and most definitely not complaining any more.

         "Oh Reece..." She moaned. She slid down, locked her ankles and was filled completely. "This is very good."

         "You like?" The tall woman wrapped her arms just under Faith's ass and squeezed.

         "Ooo, very much." She leaned forward, shuddered and leaned back again.

         "Hon, as much as you enjoy, I really can't trust my legs..." Reece over exerted her limbs just minutes previous and didn't think crashing to the ground was very good.

         "Oh god! I don't want to stop... mmm, yeah..."

         In her haze, Faith threw her head back and Reece lost her balance. Recovering briefly, she willed her legs to hold and quickly backed up against the first wall she could find. Faith was so hot, this was so hot. She looked down at their bodies and watched the muscles in Faith's hard stomach twitch and flex with each movement. She stared at the nipple ring with hunger, god she wanted to suck it into her mouth, and she got real wet, real fast. A newfound strength tingled through her body and she started to move her own hips to accommodate. The way Faith was rocking against her was so good.

         "Yes... fuck me..."

         Blue eyes shut tightly, the visual was too much and she had to calm down. If she came this way they'd hit the ground for sure. Suddenly, nails were digging into her shoulders as Faith found a new rhythm. Reece grunted with effort, and inched along the wall until she felt a corner to lean against. Reece wanted to just throw her down on the floor and fuck her, she felt left out. That is until she noticed the mirror. A low groan rumbled inside her chest.

         "I can see us baby. You are so hot." She pulled Faith's neck towards her and sucked.

         "Yeah... god... hot..." Faith was beyond comprehending. All she knew for sure was the friction from inside and outside.

         "I can see your ass moving." She whispered into her ear.

         "MMm..." Was the response.

         Reece leaned her weight against her shoulders on the wall and pushed her lower body out so she could see better.

         "Oh yeah, Faith, I can see it moving... in and out of your lips..."

         Concentrating on the image in the mirror, Reece thrust as best she could in her position. She cupped Faith's ass cheeks and spread them wide so she could see even more. Faith jerked against her with a shout.

         "SHIT! What ever you just did... don't stop!"

         "I have no intention to." She knew Faith was close to coming. In fact... She thought, If I just gyrated my hips like so...

         "OH...!"

         Reece displayed a cocky triumphant smile even as sharp teeth bit into her shoulder. She held onto her care package tightly and slowly slid down the wall, careful to pull out this time. She had absolutely no strength for an encore performance.

Faith finally settled down and kissed the bitten flesh apologetically.

"Beast." Reece teased.

"I'm sorry, it was just so unbelievable... god..." She sighed.

"MMm, and you didn't have my view." She nodded towards the mirror and green eyes followed.

"Oh, that must have been totally hot."

"It was, maybe I'll put one on the ceiling..." She wiggled her eyebrows.

Faith rearranged herself between Reece's outstretched yet shaky legs. "Oh baby... you are sooo wet. Can I be of any assistance?" She went to touch the source of the wetness and was stopped.

"Not here Faith, lets go home. You wanted to..." She mumbled something..."more comfortable."

Faith smiled happily.

"What are you smiling like that about?" One dark eyebrow questioned.

"I love you too."