Keeping Faith (22 page)

“Aw, the poor baby.” Faith made a face. “I hope she hurts herself worrying.”

‘Meow!” John made scratching gestures. “Anywho, just listen to me, alls you have to do, is close your eyes, and pretend it’s your Amazon of a wife.”

“John, it’s not that easy, I don’t like Alicia, she’s a cow, she said my tits are like melons.”

The make-up artist studied Faith’s breasts. “What kind of melons.”

“John! Did you hear what scene?” Faith asked nervously, while John pulled out a make-up brush.

“Didn’t you take a look around? There’s a police car in the back. They made it look like night.”

Faith paled. “That scene?”

“Mm, hmm.” John hummed. “Girl, where the hell did you get these dark circles?”

“Never mind my bags, that scene is probably the hottest one!”

“Oooo, yay! That means I get to see your titties!”

“See them? Alicia’s going to taste them.” Faith covered her chest with her hands.

John snickered. “This is going to be so good. Where’s Butch anyway? Why isn’t she here hovering over you like a shadow?”

“I have no idea. I’m expecting her to show up any minute and drag me out like a cave man by my hair. She’s not to keen on this whole thing.”

“To be honest, I’d be a basket case if it were my hubby.”

Faith grimaced. “Yeah, I know, I’m the worst wife in the world. Tell me and get it over with.”

“You’re not the worst wife. I’m just not into sharing and I have a distinct feeling that Reece feels the same way.”

Suddenly Alicia popped up. “Your big bad butch girlfriend having problems with this?”

Faith sneered. “She’s my
wife
.”

“Whatever. So is she going to show up and try and scare me? I’m not afraid of her.”

John laughed loudly. “Oh, Alicia, sweetheart, one mere look from Reece and you’d shit your little flowered panties.”

“You think so?” Alicia asked with a grin.

John nodded. “I know so.”

“I wear thongs.” She looked Faith up and down. “ I hope you smell better than you look right now, cuz I gotta be all up in your tits.”

Faith growled. “Fuck off, Alicia.”

Alicia chuckled and walked away.

John sucked his teeth. “She’s just a bitch. You should bite her nipple really hard.”

Faith laughed. “I think I just might.”

Reece arrived at the set only to find a slew of security guards, and they weren’t your garden variety rent-a-cops. They weren’t wearing uniforms, in fact, if one didn’t know better, they’d never realize who these guys were. She circled the non-descript building a few times on her bike, eyeing all the entrances, and when the big guys left an opening for her to sneak into. Not seeing what she’d like to see, she had an idea. Parking directly in front of the studio entrance, she got off her bike, tied down her helmet and pushed up her jacket sleeves, exposing her thick forearms. “Yo, Joe!” she yelled out, just knowing in all this burly manflesh, there had to be a Joe.

“What do you need Joe for?” The man at the entrance asked.

“I’m with the agency, something’s up, they need to talk to him right away. They sent me to cover.”

The man looked Reece up and down, and found no reason not to believe she was legit. “Shit, I knew he’d fuck up.” He nodded in Joe’s direction.

Reece chuckled as she walked right into the unmanned door, shaking her head at the men’s stupidity. She walked the halls confidently as if she belonged there, looking into every room, searching for Faith. Reece’s heart beat rapidly, hoping to find her, but afraid of what she’d find. Finally stumbling upon the make-up room, she stepped in and looked around. Inside the make-up room, was the wardrobe room and there she found Faith’s clothes. She picked up Faith’s shirt and smelled it, inhaling deeply. Her heart beat picked up speed, she inhaled again, and got a pang deep in her chest.

“Oh my god! Spike!”

Reece jerked the shirt from her face and glared angrily at the intruder.

John took one look into Reece’s flashing eyes and crossed his legs.

“Where’s Faith?”

“Outside, in the lot, in the back.” John stuttered.

Reece dropped the shirt and growled. “Take me.”

John squeezed his insides so not to pee in his pants. Reece was scaring him, he never saw that look in her eyes before. “I don’t know… they’re getting ready to shoot.”

Reece seemed to expand to twice her size. “Do you really think I’ll take no for an answer?”

The make-up artist blinked a few times. He was going to get in so much trouble, but he’d be damned if he told this woman no. He nodded, swallowed hard, grabbed the stuff he came for and walked out with Reece right behind him.

As John approached the film set, he turned one more time to look at Reece. She was certainly on a mission and he didn’t know if anyone could stop her. He loved Faith, and he had no idea what Reece was capable of doing, so he said a small prayer and gave it his best.

“Listen, right outside this door, is a live set. Faith is in this scene in a big way. Please, don’t do anything stupid.”

Reece sneered.

John tried again. “Please. For Faith.”

Reece narrowed her eyes and gave a slight nod. He was right, she can’t fuck this up for Faith. “I’m not here, do you understand?”

John nodded and opened the door, and suddenly it was night time, except for a small spot shining into a cop car. Reece squinted slightly looking for her wife.

“Alright! I need Meredith and Jesse here.”

Reece followed the man’s voice and saw Faith, dressed in a uniform walking hesitantly towards the car. At first, seeing Faith dressed as a cop gave her a shiver, she hated cops. But when Faith turned around and her shirt was all opened up and a sexy bra peeking out, she hummed to herself. Until she saw Alicia. Then her hackles rose and her eyes narrowed.

John glanced at Reece, then back at the scene. Alicia strode over confidently, a swagger to her step that made John grimace. She was such a bitch.

“Alright, you ready for a real woman?” Alicia asked cockily.

Faith rolled her eyes. “Just get in position.”

Alicia leaned her back on the car, and Faith took her position in front of her.

“Okay people, let’s go.”

Reece watched with her eyes wide as the man yelled action, and Faith threw herself onto Alicia. The two women began tearing at each other’s clothes, mouths open, lips millimeters apart, breathing hard, and loud. Reece’s stomach jolted and she thought she may throw up.

“I need you so much baby.”

“And I want you right now.”

Alicia closed the gap between their mouths and they began kissing, passionately, hard. Alicia’s tongue visibly invaded Faith’s mouth, her hands grabbing at Faith’s breasts.

John’s heart pounded, almost as loud as Reece’s. The tall club owner’s fists clenched, her short nails dug into her palms. The loud groans and gasps echoed loudly in Reece’s ears. Her eyes flashed dangerously as the two women tumbled into the back seat of the car, Faith on the bottom.

“Cut!”

Faith scrambled out from under Alicia, and grabbed her shirt closed. “John!”

John ran towards Faith, leaving Reece all alone.

F
AITH WAS FUMING when John got to her, and he tried to calm her down. “What the hell happened? It looked fine from where we were!”

“That obnoxious bitch must have ate a pound of freaking garlic! That little shit!” Faith spit on the floor. “Breathing all in my face, shoving her tongue in my mouth! God! UGH!! Tell me you have a mint!”

John glanced over at Reece, who glared at him. “I’ll get you one, just let me fix the lipstick.”

“Ooo, that… that… bitch! Look at her over there laughing at me!”

Alicia smiled and winked, then laughed.

“I want to puke.”

“Let’s not and say we did. I’ll give you a mint, and before you know it, this will be over.”

“What’s going on with you? Why aren’t you commiserating with me, and why are your hands shaking?”

John cleared his throat. “You hot lezzie mamas make me nervous.” He joked.

Faith narrowed her eyes and studied her friend. “Well, okay, I’ll buy that for now. Just hurry, my mouth tastes horrible!”

John dug around in his small bag and shoved two mints in Faith’s mouth. She chewed them both and swished it all around in her mouth.

Reece wished she could hear what they were saying. She watched intently, rooted to the spot. She knew if she moved even an inch, she’d bolt over to Faith and claim her as her own in front of all these people.

“Alright, everyone back to their places, we’ll take it from the back seat.”

Reece’s nostrils flared as John messed up Faith’s hair and pulled open her shirt just so. She watched, her eyes flashing a dangerous icy blue as Alicia climbed on top of her wife and whispered something that made Faith sneer. The set went silent, the director yelled action, and Alicia tore open Faith’s bra. Reece growled, deep inside her chest. She had enough, she needed to leave.

Now.

Faith was exhausted and couldn’t think of anything except taking a hot shower and washing Alicia off of her body. The ride home was quiet, Ted tried several times to strike up conversation to no avail. Faith was drained. She successfully shot almost all the love scenes needed, there was a few more, but those would come later. She was glad they were out of the way, but disgusted at the same time. Alicia did everything in her power to drive Faith insane. It took every ounce of strength for Faith to go beyond the here and now and put herself into character. Alicia was no help, whispering horribly annoying things, the garlic breath, the overuse of teeth when teeth weren’t necessary. But still, Faith had to hand it to the woman, she really pulled it off, no matter how ugly she though being intimate with a woman was, she really made it believable. Faith wondered just what kind of skeletons Alicia Alvarez had in her closet. After all, you know what they say, she who doth protest too much.

Faith was proud of her own performance too. As much as she detested Alicia, she was able to block it all out and go on with it. There were times when she did pretend she was with Reece, the times when she wasn’t looking at Alicia. Those times were pleasurable enough, even though Alicia didn’t smell, feel or taste like Reece, if Faith pretended hard enough, it worked. The actress sighed, she missed Reece terribly. After all the pretending, she needed to make love with Reece to ground herself. She hoped her wife was home, she needed to talk to her, to soothe her and calm her down.

Faith stepped through the door with a relieved sigh. It was good to be home. Something was wrong though, Smudge didn’t come to greet her. She turned on the lights to find Smudge in his pen. Curious, she dropped her bags down and called out for Reece. When there was no answer, she turned towards the kitchen for a drink. Suddenly the lights went out and someone grabbed her from behind. She screamed in fear, but stopped as soon as she felt her lover’s arms. Her mouth was covered roughly by Reece’s, the kiss was almost brutal and Faith could hardly breathe. The momentum of Reece’s body weight shoved Faith into the wall and she hit it quite hard. “Mmm!” she grunted, trying to push Reece off. “Mmm!”