Merry Christmas, Reece Page 4

  "Maybe, but if I have to suffer, you do to."

  "Oh I get it, you want me to get so worked up over wearing it that I fuck your brains out when I come home." The club owner chuckled.

  "Maybe." Faith answered with a sexy grin. "Just do this for me baby."

  "Alright, but if I come home horny as hell, you're not getting any. In fact, I'll take care of it myself.... sitting right smack in the middle of your chest." She teased.

  Faith gulped hard. That's something she didn't need to picture while her wife was standing in front of her wearing a tux shirt and a dildo. "Put your pants on." she squeaked out and left the room.

  When the actress returned to the kitchen, she saw her mother and friends attempting to clean up.

  "That was quick" Cori said taking in Faith's flushed face.

  Faith smacked the dancer on her ass and looked around the room, all eyes on her. "Geez, nothing happened that quickly! She huffed.

  "So dear, Cori tells me you're going to surprise Reece at the club tonight." Marsha said while rinsing off a dish.

  Faith blushed immediately, not sure how much the dancer told her mother. "Yeah... hey, we have a dishwasher." she told the older woman.

  "So, what kind of surprise do you have in store for her?"

  "Where's daddy?" The actress asked innocently.

  "Faith, why are you dodging.. OH!" The older woman chuckled. "THAT kind of surprise." she smirked knowingly.

  "I told her I didn't want her at that place, no matter what the surprise. It's too risky with all the publicity she's been getting, but does she listen to me... nooooo." Violet ranted.

  "Oh please, Sarge is taking care of everything." Cori rolled her eyes.

  "What are you talking about?" Marsha asked in concern.

  "Ever since Faith has become such an attention getter, tabloids and the like have been hounding Reece as well, showing up at the club, snapping pictures of her and some dancer or another..."

  "Some dancer or another?" Marsha asked, appalled.

  "No ma, not like that. Reece has a job to do and it puts her in close contact with scantily clad women. The tabloids like to make a bigger deal of it than there really is."

  "Poor Theresa. She must not be taking this too well." Marsha said with genuine sympathy for her daughter in-law.

  "No, she's not. I try to give her all the attention I can when we're in private. It's getting to her, she hates to share me and she simply loathes the spotlight." Faith said sadly.

  "Well dear," Marsha said, hugging her daughter. 'You just make this a really special night for her then."

  "Oh, I will." Faith chuckled, pulling Cori into the hug.

  "Group hug!" Violet yelled, jumping in also.

  Suddenly Faith felt something oddly familiar behind her at the same time Violet snickered. She blushed as the long body pressed into her back, Reece's attachment making itself very clear to her. She turned around and gave her wife her own personal hug, pushing into her a little more than was necessary.

  Reece smirked playfully at Faith's slightly aroused expression. "It was your idea babe." She whispered, swaying her hips almost imperceptible to the rest of the room, but Faith certainly felt the intent.

  "Mmm... I know. Hold that thought hon, and hold it all night." She winked up at her gorgeous lover and disentangled herself from the embrace.

  "Hey freak, you better start getting ready, you're on second tonight."

  The dancer had made it clear to all the girls that the first dancer of the night would be a surprise, but she had to play up to Reece. "Second!" Cori yelled. "Who's on first?"

  "That's right." Reece teased.

  Cori looked puzzled at first but when she got it, she gave her boss a playful smack. "Oh you're hysterical. No really, why aren't I first?"

  "Beats me, the girls said they have something special set up... for Christmas." Reece shrugged. "I gotta go, I love you baby." she said giving her wife a long sexy kiss.

  "Oh brother." Violet teased.

  "Eat me." Reece said then realized Marsha was in the room. "Uh, sorry Mrs. A." she said with embarrassment.

  "I should be embarrassed of that? After listening to you two make love?"

  "Mother!"

  Reece snickered and left.

  Part 2

  "Just who is going on first, young lady?" Marsha asked with a raised eyebrow.

  "Well...?" Faith said with a red face.

  "I see." the older woman sighed.

  "How did you know?" Violet asked.

  "I just figured, with Faith going to the club to surprise Theresa..." Marsha looked thoughtful. "I suppose if I had your body I may want to show it off as well." She winked.

  "Mom, please, your spandex shows off all we need to see."

  "Don't knock it, your father seems to ... enjoy... that outfit." she said with a smirk.

  "Ewww, mom."

  "Honestly, Faith, is it so horrible to you that I am a sexual woman?" Marsha asked, batting her eyelashes.

  "YES!" The actress replied loudly. "And where is daddy?"

  "Well if I have to be subjected to hearing what I'm sure to be hearing coming from your mouth later tonight, then you can hear that your mother still has sex." The older woman huffed.

  "You know, she has a point." Cori butt in.

  "Shut up you, and don't you worry mother, there will be none of that tonight, or as long as you're here for that matter." Faith said somewhat sadly.

  "Get outta town..." Cori laughed.

  "You have got to be kidding me." Violet snorted.

  "Faith Ashford, are you in the dog house?" Marsha asked with an amused twinkle in her eyes.

  "I most certainly am not! Reece would never withhold from me.... well, not unless I said so." Faith pursed her lips, realizing that Reece most definitely would keep her begging until her parents leave. "How long are you staying for again?" She asked, still distracted by that thought.

  "Just two nights, you won't die from lack of sex or anything." Marsha teased her daughter.

  "Damned right!" Cori raised her fist in a cheer.

  Faith shot the dancer a look, it was enough her mother knew she was dancing tonight, but she didn't have to know the rest of the plan. Green eyes darted around. "Ok, where the hell is my father?"

  "He's in the bathroom." Marsha replied, wondering why it was so important.

  "Did he take the paper?" The actress asked.

  "He took two." Violet answered.

  "Good. I'm going to go up and change, I have to get going." Faith said with an excited giggle before leaving the kitchen.

  Cori watched the older woman's eyes follow her daughter out of the room and then Marsha sighed. "She didn't want Mr. A seeing her in her outfit is all."

  "What is she planning on wearing?" Marsha asked a little nervously.

  "Not much at all." Violet snickered.

  "Oh my!" Mrs. Ashford blushed.

  Reece surveyed the club with a narrowed eye. Something wasn't right, she could feel it, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Sighing, she went into her office and closed the door. She stood in front of the mirror and studied herself, turning sideways and then forward again. Nope, can't really see it in these pants... Faith was right to choose them. The club owner went to her desk and sat down in the big leather chair. Wonder why she wants me to wear it anyhow? It'll drive me crazy if I let it. Just knowing it's there and what I want to do with it... Reece frowned, she was getting turned on and was sure this was the reason Faith wanted her to wear it... to torture herself, so she stood up and made a decision. I'm going to forget it's there, poof... it's gone. she said to herself, and left her office with determination written all over her face.

  Cori arrived soon after the club owner sat at the bar and came rushing over to her in a flurry of perfume, lace and bright red hair.

  "What do you want?" Reece said with boredom. "Didn't I see enough of you today?"

  "I love you too baby." Cori said then planted a wet kiss on her boss's cheek.

&nbs
p; "Freak." Reece grimaced and wiped the scads of lipstick she was sure the dancer left behind. "What's wrong here tonight?" She asked.

  "Whaddya mean?" Cori wondered.

  "It seems empty for Christmas... I don't know."

  "Hey," Amber the bartender interrupted. "Sarge is playing Gestapo tonight. I hear she turned away two guys for wearing loafers."

  Cori snickered, Reece frowned.

  "Why'd she go and do that for?" The club owner asked in frustration.

  "Beats me." Amber shrugged.

  Reece stood up and moved her backside in a suspicious manner before walking quickly towards the front door.

  "What the hell did you tell her that for? Sarge is being extra careful because she doesn't want any press in here you moron!" Cori yelled at the bartender.

  "She never wants press in here, but she never acted like this before." Amber argued.

  "Yeah, but no famous movie stars ever stripped here before either." Cori glared at the bartender.

  "What the hell are you talking about... oh.. shit! Faith is gonna...?"

  "DING DING DING we have a winner!"

  "I'm guessing Reece doesn't know about it?"

  "Good guess, Sherlock." The dancer rolled her eyes.

  "I just got Sam in trouble didn't I?"

  "I hope not. You better hope that Faith doesn't show up now either."

  "Hey, Sarge, what's the problem tonight?"

  "There's no problem, why do you ask?" the big woman leaned her butt on her stool.

  "You seem to be overly critical tonight, just wanted to know if you are aware of something I'm not."

  "Nope. It's Christmas Boss, people have been celebrating a little too much if ya know what I mean. Just keeping a clean house." Sarge said matter of factly.

  Reece looked skeptical. "You sure that's it? You're not trying to hide something from me?"

  Sarge tried not to look into the blue eyes pinning her to the spot. "What would I hide from you?"

  "I have no fucking idea, that's why I asked you. Maybe photographers?" Reece glared at the bouncer.

  Sarge pretended to be caught. "Ya got me boss. I heard through the grapevine that there was going to be some shutter bugs snooping around, I just wanted to be careful."

  "Well then, I owe you an apology." Reece said with a smile and an extended hand.

  Sarge felt like shit, but shook Reece's hand just the same. It was a good lie, and when Reece got her surprise, she would understand.

  The tall woman walked away with a feeling of satisfaction and headed for the bar to sit on her familiar stool. She shot right back up after sitting and shook out her leg before sitting down again. How am I going to forget it's there if it keeps goosing me? She furrowed her brows.

  Cori caught the gesture, she caught the one earlier too when Reece was going to talk to Sarge and she could barely contain her smirk. So Faith did make her wear it. She mused, checking her watch.

  "You got a hot date or something?" Reece asked the dancer.

  "Huh?"

  "You keep looking at the time, don't worry, you're not up first so relax." The club owner said then leaned her elbows on the bar and lowered her head to sip from the tiny little straw in her drink.

  "I'm just excited to see the Christmas thing, that's all. Aren't you excited to see what the girls put together?" Cori asked curiously.

  "Nah, you seen one gyrating, naked woman in a Santa hat, you seen them all." Reece shrugged.

  "I think you may like this number though."

  "Oh? What makes you so sure." Reece dared the dancer.

  "Don't you trust my judgment?" Cori feigned hurt and pouted.

  "Coming from the freak with the Kool Aid hair."

  "Kiss my ass Reece."

  "Give it to me."

  Cori saw Sam gesturing discretely from the front. "Later legs, I'm holding you to that."

  "Hold this." Reece grabbed her crotch and then groaned, rolling her eyes. Fucking dick.

  Cori made sure the coast was clear and ushered Faith backstage. The two women jumped up and down with excitement at a plan well done and hugged tightly.

  "How is she?" Faith asked.

  "Playing with her dick all night already."

  "She's not suspicious?" Faith couldn't believe it.

  "Well, a little but, not any more. I was wondering when you would get here, I got here like an hour ago! What took you so long? I've been hovering around her the whole time making sure she doesn't come to the door."

  "I was right behind you when I thought of a better outfit and decided to change." Faith rooted around in the big bag she brought with her. "Here's the music, that's what took me so long." She snickered.

  "So now I'm going to be surprised? COOL!"

  "No ones going to be surprised if Reece finds me... go keep her company, I'll get to Susan by myself."

  "Good luck sweetie!" Cori kissed her excited friend and scurried off to annoy her boss.

  Reece had to think quickly as Cori suddenly flung herself across her lap, bending over backwards. The tall woman grabbed for the dancer so she wouldn't slide right off head first. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

  Cori lifted her head up and put on a look of shock. She wiggled her torso on Reece's lap and then narrowed her eyes. "Well, well stud, what do we have here?" She said standing completely up on her feet and eyeing the club owners crotch with a smirk.

  "Its my dick, wanna see it?" Reece said sarcastically.

  "Oh baby!" Cori exclaimed. jumping on and straddling Reece's lap.

  Reece's both eyebrows shot up in shock. "Get off!" She growled.

  "What ever you say." The dancer started to gyrate on the tall woman’s lap, groaning loudly.

  "Cori! People are staring!" Reece said through her gritted teeth although she had to admit, it was pretty stimulating each time the dancer pressed down.

  Amber and a few patrons gaped at the impromptu lap dance, someone even gave Cori a tip. The dancer only put on more of a show.

  "That's enough Freak!" Reece whispered harshly.

  "Can't handle it?" Cori chuckled, climbing off of the tall woman's lap. "Just prepping you." she added.

  "Prepping me for what?' Reece asked distractedly, trying to pull the dildo out from between her legs without looking conspicuous.

  "You'll see."

  The DJ's announcement cut off Reece's reply making the tall woman frown. "Reece please come to stage one, Reece to stage one."

  "What the fuck..." Reece got a sudden jolt of excitement thinking for a minute that it may be some asshole she would get to throw out, or a photographer, and she could break his camera. She grinned wickedly as she headed quickly to stage one. Once she worked her way through the somewhat tight crowd, the lights went out and the music started playing.

  "Fuckin' ay!" she groused, checking all around for a sign of trouble but finding none. The stage captured her attention as she noticed two dancers holding up some sort of sheet. Oh, the Christmas thing, she remembered and crossed her arms over her chest, daring them to entertain her. A spot light went on behind the sheet and there was the silhouette of a woman showing through. I wonder what she's wearing, and why it was such a secret.

  The two dancers moved the sheet to the side and a stockinged leg appeared, a sexy soft looking leather boot on the foot. Reece grinned to herself. Ok, so I'm intrigued. Cori suddenly showed up next to her, smiling from ear to ear. Hmm. Reece wondered what Cori was smiling about but soon that thought derailed as the sheet moved again, revealing a woman whose back was facing the stage, wearing a hat and a white, men’s type shirt much too big for her. Ooo, lines up the back of the stocking... cool. Reece unfolded her arms and leaned them on the stage, eager to see where this was going.

  Faith's heart was beating in her throat. She thought she had the nerve but now she wasn't so sure. All she had to do was turn around, but she couldn't. She could feel those blue eyes burning a hole through her, she wondered if Reece knew it was her already. Susan winked at her and gave her a reas
suring smile and Faith took a deep breath, waiting for the music to change, so that she'd have no choice but to turn around and start dancing.

  I wish she'd either pick up that shirt tail or turn around. The club owner thought restlessly. Cori was still smiling like an idiot, and it was beginning to piss the tall woman off.

  The second the music stopped, Faith spun around to the shock of many people, none more so than the tall club owner, then tossed her hat to the side.

  Reece's mouth gaped open and her brain froze for a moment. Cori elbowed her lightly, but the tall woman nearly toppled over anyway.

  The crunch of the opening chords to "Fetish" blared through the speakers and Faith grabbed the tails of the shirt.

  Ooooo... look good in latex....

  Faith tore the shirt up the middle, buttons flying everywhere to reveal a latex bra that was the very definition of "wonder bra' with a matching G-string, then dropped down to her knees and clasped her hands together over her head, simulating bondage.

  Get off... having rough sex...

  The actress, turned dancer, tossed her head back and forth, thrusting her crotch out to the heavy music.

  The crowd went apeshit, screaming and whistling... hooting and chanting.

  The club owner lost all feeling in her extremities, every drop of blood from her long limbs made a bee-line to her crotch. She was yet to close her mouth.

  Faith fell down to all fours and crawled over to Reece, astounded at the look on her face. She's surprised alright, she may have stopped breathing.

  Reece finally remembered to blink once she was within smelling range of her wife. The actress's familiar perfume wafted into the tall woman's senses and snapped her out of her daze. She closed her mouth and tried to form saliva on her bone dry tongue. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, she couldn't have guessed this in a million years.

  Surprise... round and round my bed...

  Faith got up on her knees once she was as close to Reece as she could get without climbing on top of her.. she threw her body around and wide blue eyes followed every move. While still shaking her hips, she opened Reece's tux jacket and pulled it down over her arms, laid down on her back and threw her stockinged legs around the club owner's neck.