by T J Vertigo
"Thank you for the pictures, John." Faith called after him as he closed the door.
"Why did you do that? He'll never let me live it down."
"Threaten him with the Fatboy."
* * *
Faith spent the rest of the day on the phone, while Reece grew increasingly agitated.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I know we had other plans but I have to take care of this now."
Faith tried to calm her lover but she knew it was of no use. Reece was feeling left out and Faith wasn't helping any by telling her that there was nothing she could do.
"I can go find the guy, Faith. I can break his legs." Reece clenched her fists.
"Honey, as sweet as that is, I have to do this my way. Ok? I really am sorry about this."
"But today was supposed to be our day, can't this wait? The pictures are still going to be all over the place regardless of what you do now." The tense club owner began pacing again.
"Reece, baby, I'm not in the mood for that anymore. Can we just wait til later?"
"Not in the mood? Fine. I have to go to work anyway." Reece threw her hands in the air and sneered.
Faith blew out an exasperated breath. Well that was an unfortunate choice of words wasn't it?
"Honey, I didn't mean that how it sounded.. I want you all the time. It's just not what we should be doing right this second. I still have to call Charles and I have no idea what he's going to do."
Reece paced the house for a while longer before finally changing her clothes and storming out the door in a fit of irrational jealousy.
That went well.
Faith decided the best thing to do was to let her lover blow off some steam and went back to her phone calls.
I'll make it up to her tomorrow.
* * *
Reece stomped through her club with a sneer and loudly slammed the door to her office. Sam sat on a barstool and shrugged at Christina's look of confusion.
"Jeez, Sarge, what the hell was that all about?"
"Beats me. You get used to it though." She accepted the soda and winked. "Used to be when she was like that, some poor girl was going to get the stuffing fucked outta her, but now, I have no idea."
"Yeah? I mean, how awful." The bartender feigned a sad look and Sam shook her head.
"Don't go getting any ideas." she warned. "Reece will chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat."
Yeah, now that Blondie is around. Chris grimaced.
"Oh Sarge, I had no such thought. In fact, now that you mention it, maybe she could use a drink.. loosen her up a bit. She looked rather tense."
"You just never mind Reece. Leave her be if you know what's good for you." Sam finished her drink and dropped two bucks on the bar. "Thanks. Now you listen to me, Christina, no funny stuff. I love that woman and I'll protect her fiercely."
"I know you would. Don't worry, Sarge."
The minute the bouncer disappeared from view, Chris grabbed the other bartender and held her stomach.
"Oh I got terrible cramps.. cover for me while I lay down in the dressing room?"
"You want some meds? I got prescriptions that will fix you right up."
"Nah, they don't work." Christina held up a hand andshook her head. "I'll go lay down till it passes. Thanks."
The bartender made a good show of it as she headed for the dressing room, then veered towards the boss' office. She listened at the door but heard nothing. So she knocked.
"Go away!" Reece yelled.
"I really need to talk to you."
"Who the hell is that?" The club owner opened the door to find the last person she wanted to see.
"What, Chris."
"I saw you go by before and you looked so angry. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, go away."
"Aw Reece, you don't mean that. I'm sure I can help you to relax?" she said this as she brushed passed the tall woman and sat on the desk.
"What do you think you're doing?" Reece looked at her with confusion.
"Come on, get over here." she patted the space on the desk between her legs. "Let me rub your shoulders."
"You'll do no such thing." The club owner sat in her chair and used her feet to push the bartender off her desk.
"Well if that's what you want, I'll come there."
Reece watched with shock as the woman walked behind her. She jumped when Chris picked her hair up off of her neck, and yet she didn't stop her.
"There, easy access." The bartender began kneading Reece's shoulders. She closed her eyes as she felt along the tops of the muscular arms.
God she's hot!
Despite her best efforts to hate the sensation, Reece grunted.
"Put your head down and your arms out in front of you, boss, you'll love this." Chris drooled.
For some twisted reason Reece could not come up with, she obeyed and let the woman rub her back, purring with pleasure.
"Yeah, that's better, huh?" Chris was melting into Reece's back. This was closer than she ever thought she'd get to the woman.
Reece groaned in pure delight. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the feeling.
Chris worked her way lower and when she pressed into the tall woman's spine, the brunette moaned loudly.
Oh Lord...those sounds! Just a little higher.. The bartender was sweating with anticpation of touching Reece in an intimate way.
Reece opened her eyes when she heard herself make such a sound. What the hell am I doing? She started to sit up.
"Shh, now, boss, you're not doing anything wrong." The bartender was breathing heavier and she slid her hands under Reece's shirt and felt the muscles of the tall woman's abdomen twitch against her thumbs.
Reece heard herself make another sound, just as loud as the last one, when Chris's fingers dug into her tight lower back muscles.
"Oh, Reece.. what could possibly make you so uptight?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." She mumbled into her desk.
"Aw, don't wanna talk about it? That's ok, just let Christina rub it for you."
Reece grunted her approval as the stress melted away.
"You are so perfect, Reece. You know, if I was your girlfriend, I'd take care of you like this every day."
"I bet you would."
"And I'd never do anything to make you feel like you did when you walked in here."
"Not her fault." Reece slurred sleepily.
"Oh that feels good, huh?" Chris was so close to her goal.
"Uh huh."
The bartender had her hands under Reece's shirt and down her sleeves, kneading and rubbing her biceps. When the tall woman groaned, she slid them up and underneath, massaging her ribs.
Reece moaned again.
Christina slid her hand up to Reece's breast and shrieked with pain as her hand was suddenly in a vice grip.
The tall woman stood up and twisted the bartender's hand behind her back, pushing her face against the wall.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?" Reece whispered dangerously low into Chris's ear.
"Yeah, you mind telling me why I saw you trying to seduce the boss?"
"Cori. I've never been happier to see you." Reece nodded and smiled.
"Thanks, boss. So, Christina, what would you like me to tell Faith?"
The bartender yelped in pain as her face was pushed harder into the wall.
"Reece, she can't talk if she's unconscious. Let up a bit."
"You saw what she did." Reece fumed at her own weakness as much as Christina's audacity..
"It's not like you don't have a reputation, Reece. Let up, she was just trying, she didn't succeed."
"I would have if she wasn't with that tramp."
Christina felt the blow to the head and decided it was a lot less painful than she would have thought. Then she passed out.
"Ow! I think I broke my hand!"
"Well why'd you go and hit her for?" Reece chuckled.
"That's my best friend she slandered."
Reece continued to chuckle as she li
fted the unconscious bartender over her shoulder.
"Oh, you know, my back feels great. She's not half bad." She squatted a few times to prove her point.
"Yeah well, it looked like you were having a hell of a time." Cori smirked.
"Hey, I knew what she was up to from the get-go" The club owner said defensively.
"Sure you did."
"But let's not mention this to Faith anyway. You know how she is." Reece added nervously.
The dancer rolled her eyes and followed the boss to the dressing room where they left Chris.
* * *
Back in the office, Cori told Reece how bad Faith felt about what had happened that day.
"Does she tell you everything?" Reece sounded annoyed.
"Nah, just the juicy stuff." She joked.
"I'm not mad at her."
"She knows that, Reece. In fact, she says she wants you to call her right now."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Cori wiggled her eyebrows. "She said something about a surprise?"
"Out. Now."
"Yes, boss." she smirked and closed the door behind her.
Reece dialed the phone in record time.
"What about the one from the video cabinet?" Faith's voice drifted over the phone.
"Which one was that?" Reece closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch.
"The one I'm rubbing on myself right now."
"Lucky. His name is Lucky." Reece felt her pulse jump.
"Hmm, it'll do. When are you coming home?"
"In three minutes?"
Faith laughed.
"Two?"
"I have a meeting with the producer. He's probably going to fire me repeatedly."
"Can he do that? What about your contract?"
"He just likes to say it. Makes him hard I think."
"I'll break his legs too."
"Funny you should mention that. The girls and I think he took the pictures. We also think he's the one who saw me leaving the club."
"I'll break his nuts then."
"No need. We're going to sic Jayme on him. He won't have a chance."
"When will I see you?" Reece sounded sad.
"Oh honey, I'll be home when you get here. You be sure to be ready for me. I want to pick up where we left off."
"Oh yeah, I'll be there. Leave Lucky out."
"No. I want you to make me come with your hands. You and nothing else."
Reece groaned loudly into the phone. Faith shivered.
"I better go before I christen Lucky. I love you."
"Me too."
* * *
"Oh...oh.." Faith moaned.
Every time Reece dragged her tongue upward, the actress moaned. The tall woman was kneeling at her feet holding one stocking-clad leg over her shoulder, tasting.
Sure, Reece had other plans in mind, but one look at her lover standing there by the bathroom door, and the club owner's mind went blank. There was little that she could do except fall to her knees in worship.
Faith found it amusing when her lover dropped there speechless, but kept the chuckle to herself. Having Reece on her knees may have been the topic of the day with her friends, but the tall woman didn't need to know that bit of information. When she came out of the bathroom in her little outfit, she had no idea that the club owner was waiting for her. Faith had a whole seduction planned, but that scenario flew out the window when her lover knelt before her.
"You like?" Faith asked her admirer, lifting her hands up over her head.
Reece nodded and nuzzled the blonde curls, inhaling the clean scent of her lover.
"I figured you would, now stand up and let me get a look at you."
The tall woman shook her head and continued to rub her face between the actress's legs.
Which led to this moment--Reece taking leisurely licks up the length of Faith's sex, one hand underneath, fingers spreading her lips open, the other hand gripping her hip tightly, holding her against the wall. She kept a slow torturous pace, beginning at the crease of Faith's ass to the tip of her clit, then closing her mouth to savor the taste as it got stronger each trip. The metal in her tongue sliding smoothly over the needy nerve endings, but not hard enough to satisfy.
The club owner knew what she was doing, Faith was sure of that.
Reece hadn't made a sound, but if she concentrated and held her breath, Faith could hear when Reece opened her mouth to start the teasing journey again. But just barely.
Reece kept her tongue flat, limp almost, with hardly any pressure at all, and the feel of the hard steel standing out in contrast to the velvet of the tongue surrounding it was driving Faith mad. She whimpered and grabbed Reece's ears.
"Please."
"Please what?" Reece stopped licking altogether and directed her hooded eyes upwards.
Staring down at her lover made Faith gasp. Reece had never looked more sexy, more beautiful. She was wearing a vest, a tight leather vest with nothing else under it. Her legs were wrapped in the same leather pants she was wearing the first time they made love. The soft black leather pants that drove her insane with the way they hugged Reece's muscular legs and ass. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her sky blue eyes shining, and her lips wet and parted, open enough to give Faith a glimpse of her tongue and the steel ball that was torturing her moments ago.
The club owner saw the glassy green eyes stop their journey and zero in on her mouth. With a smirk she captured the piercing between her teeth, rolling it back and forth between her lips.
Faith breathed in deeply. Seeing her lover fiddling with the piercing excited her and Reece knew it. The actress reached down and rested her fingers on the smirking lips. She shivered as the steel ball slid back and forth across her fingers. Glancing back at the playful blue eyes, she pouted.
Reece chuckled behind the smaller hand and snaked her tongue out, wrapped the muscle around one finger and sucked it into her mouth.
"Ohhh." Faith groaned.
"Mm hmm." Reece agreed.
Faith liked this new facet of their lovemaking very much. They really never actually had foreplay before, usually intense sex, which made her like this little display even more. Reece never ceased to amaze her with her sexual prowess. Faith felt very lucky at the moment to be on the receiving end of such knowledge.
The club owner sucked the tip of Faith's finger much like she did another area of her body. The actress moaned as she felt it where it was intended.
Knowing her tall lover liked to feel some control, she gave it to her willingly. Faith knew what she was doing, but Reece didn't have to. The actress liked her in control and sometimes she set her up, like now. Faith slid her finger out and drew a line on her body from the bottom of the silky material up to rest on the lace between her breasts, knowing how it would cause her lover to react.
Reece's mouth watered. Seeing those green eyes staring at her lips with such hunger forced a growl from her throat.
"Touch them."
"I'd rather you touch them. They want you so much." Faith slid the bustier down to expose her breasts, knowing exactly what would come next.
The tall woman guided Faith's hand to her left breast.
"Touch it for me." Reece started to feel that rush of pleasure that she got when she dictated their lovemaking.
Faith grinned inwardly and squeezed her breast for Reece. She watched as the kneeling woman's nostrils flared in excitement. She knew how wet she must have just gotten in those pants as her command was obeyed.
Faith let her nipples peek out from between her fingers as she kneaded. The tall woman licked her lips and stood up on her knees, her mouth hovering over Faith's right nipple. The redhead could smell her own scent on Reece's breath.
"Your breath is so hot, baby." Faith moaned, squeezing her fingers tighter around her nipples, giving her lover an unconscious invitation.
Reece's tongue toyed with the silver hoop peeking from between her lover's fingers. Faith let go of that breast to grab the back of her head, pushing he
r hard against the nipple.
Reece suckled hungrily, batting her tongue across the nipple as her lover's hips squirmed against the wall. She pushed her body into Faith's and the smaller woman jerked against her.
For Faith, it wasn't nearly enough contact and she took Reece's hand from her hip and pushed it towards her sex. She was surprised that her lover allowed the movement, and leaned into the touch.
Reece's thumb rested on her clit, her fingers rested on her lips, but she didn't move. Instead the tall woman looked up into Faith's face, released the nipple she was sucking and held the ring in her teeth.
"Move for me. Fuck my hand."
Faith needed no further instruction and began to move against the large hand. She moved slowly at first, afraid she might come too quickly, leaving both Reece and herself unsatisfied.
Glancing down, watching Faith move on her hand, Reece felt herself getting wetter by the second. She leaned her hips forward trying to get some relief from her tight leathers.
"It's turning you on, isn't it, baby?" The actresses voice was husky. "Want me to take care of that? You'll have to come closer."
The sound of Faith's voice combined with the feeling on her hand and the vision of her lover sent Reece reeling. She pulled Faith down until she was sitting on the floor with her legs splayed, the large hand still situated between them. Hungry blue eyes drank in the sight from toe to head. Silky black stockings, shiny blue garters, lacy blue and black material bunched up under perfect breasts.
"Take it baby, it's all yours." The redhead urged.
Looking at Faith's flushed face as she spoke those words was Reece's undoing. She leaned forward and thrust two fingers inside her lover.
"Yesssss" The actress cried out, grabbing Reece's neck and pulling her into a heated kiss.
"Fuck it." The club owner bit Faith's lip. "Fuck my hand."
Although it was garbled, spoken around her own lip, the redhead understood the command and obeyed, making both of them groan. Faith let go of Reece's neck and pulled her even closer by the front of her vest, popping open the snaps as she did. Their breasts came together and the taller woman growled again, mashing herself harder against her lover.
Reece leaned her forearm against the wall behind Faith's head for balance, afraid that her shaking legs would betray her control. A stockinged leg moved between two leather-covered ones and the tall woman practically fell onto it. Reece pulled the leg into her crotch and grunted inside Faith's mouth, her tongue moving in time with her hips. The actress groaned, feeling the tingling sensation ignite in her sex.
