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Authors: T.J. Vertigo

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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.

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