face until it covered her mouth. Wide eyed she flopped back down on the couch. "Oh my god... this is bad."
Cori closed her locker and started to leave when she noticed several messages on her cell phone, all from Faith. She immediately called back, knowing exactly what it was about.
"Cor?"
Faith sounded very tense with just one word. "Scene 93, huh?"
Faith blew out a loud breath. "Oh shit Cori! What am I going to do?"
"Well, according to the script, a whole lotta lovin'."
"Gee, thanks friend." The actress rolled her eyes. "How much of it did you read?"
"Honestly, I just skimmed it really, but I saw enough to know you'll be knockin' boots."
"God! Cori! You should see what I have to do! First of all, I'm topless... second of all, they want all sorts of artsy camera angles and weird shots of me having an orgasm! CORI! That's like 5 takes of me faking an orgasm topless! Can you believe the direction actually says "perky nipples?" That means there will be ice involved. I've heard the stories... FUCK!"
Cori winced with every word. "Oh honey..." She really didn't know what to say, this was an independent lesbian film. There was bound to be action in it. "Do you know who plays the other chick?"
"CORI!"
"Sorry, just thought I'd lighten the mood."
Faith was panicked. "What am I going to tell Reece?"
"What can you tell her? Tell her exactly what she needs to know."
"Needs to know? Damn! She's not going to like this one bit. She's gonna freak!"
"Maybe, but she'll have to come to her senses. It's just acting." Cori didn't even believe the crap she was saying. Who was she kidding? Reece will have a fit to end all fits, probably destroy everything in sight, have a stroke, then kill everything with tits on the movie set.
"Cori, this is Reece we're talking about, not Ghandi. She will not be sensible and peaceful. She's gonna lose it and you know it."
"Faith, look..."
"No, you look! I'm scared!"
Cori's eyes widened. "Of Reece? Faith, she'd never hurt you."
"No, not that... I don't think I can do this."
"It's just acting, Faith. You're not actually having sex with the woman, and besides, I'm sure you can talk to the director about the content."
"Yeah, I suppose I can."
"Sure," Cori continued, "they wrote the part for you, you have to have some say."
"But Cor, what if they won't change it? Maybe I should just forget it. Maybe I should just forget acting altogether. Reece is going to have a major coronary. It may not be worth it."
"Faith Ashford! You did not give up the life of fucking Riley to live in a rat infested, piss smelling tenement to follow a dream, only to throw it away because you think Reece will be unreasonable! Now you stop that shit and stop it now!"
Reece popped her head into the dressing room. "Freak, I'm locking up, light a fire under it will ya?"
Cori glared at Reece.
"Fine, have it your way." Reece shrugged and walked away.
"Faith, listen, Reece is leaving now. Promise me you'll talk to her when she gets home."
"Okay. I will."
"Good, now I love you, but your lovely, understanding wife is going to lock me in to starve all night if I don't go now."
Reece threw a leg over her Harley and started it up. With a mischievous smile, she revved it several times, delighting in the multitude of car alarms the sound set off. Pepe, the garage attendant shook his head after the initial fright, and began the task of gathering keys from the hooks. Every so often, the tall, sexy, club owner would be in a mood and there was nothing he could do about it. Not only was she a great customer and a fabulous tipper, he was a bit afraid of her.
Reece waved and laughed at Pepe as he scrambled all around the garage pressing keychains, shutting off some and setting off new alarms. She was in a playful mood for a change, and even if it lasted one split second, she took advantage of it the best she could at 4 A.M. She leaned back and wished she felt Faith behind her. She had an urge to just take off, to the country,
Cori closed her locker and started to leave when she noticed several messages on her cell phone, all from Faith. She immediately called back, knowing exactly what it was about.
"Cor?"
Faith sounded very tense with just one word. "Scene 93, huh?"
Faith blew out a loud breath. "Oh shit Cori! What am I going to do?"
"Well, according to the script, a whole lotta lovin'."
"Gee, thanks friend." The actress rolled her eyes. "How much of it did you read?"
"Honestly, I just skimmed it really, but I saw enough to know you'll be knockin' boots."
"God! Cori! You should see what I have to do! First of all, I'm topless... second of all, they want all sorts of artsy camera angles and weird shots of me having an orgasm! CORI! That's like 5 takes of me faking an orgasm topless! Can you believe the direction actually says "perky nipples?" That means there will be ice involved. I've heard the stories... FUCK!"
Cori winced with every word. "Oh honey..." She really didn't know what to say, this was an independent lesbian film. There was bound to be action in it. "Do you know who plays the other chick?"
"CORI!"
"Sorry, just thought I'd lighten the mood."
Faith was panicked. "What am I going to tell Reece?"
"What can you tell her? Tell her exactly what she needs to know."
"Needs to know? Damn! She's not going to like this one bit. She's gonna freak!"
"Maybe, but she'll have to come to her senses. It's just acting." Cori didn't even believe the crap she was saying. Who was she kidding? Reece will have a fit to end all fits, probably destroy everything in sight, have a stroke, then kill everything with tits on the movie set.
"Cori, this is Reece we're talking about, not Ghandi. She will not be sensible and peaceful. She's gonna lose it and you know it."
"Faith, look..."
"No, you look! I'm scared!"
Cori's eyes widened. "Of Reece? Faith, she'd never hurt you."
"No, not that... I don't think I can do this."
"It's just acting, Faith. You're not actually having sex with the woman, and besides, I'm sure you can talk to the director about the content."
"Yeah, I suppose I can."
"Sure," Cori continued, "they wrote the part for you, you have to have some say."
"But Cor, what if they won't change it? Maybe I should just forget it. Maybe I should just forget acting altogether. Reece is going to have a major coronary. It may not be worth it."
"Faith Ashford! You did not give up the life of fucking Riley to live in a rat infested, piss smelling tenement to follow a dream, only to throw it away because you think Reece will be unreasonable! Now you stop that shit and stop it now!"
Reece popped her head into the dressing room. "Freak, I'm locking up, light a fire under it will ya?"
Cori glared at Reece.
"Fine, have it your way." Reece shrugged and walked away.
"Faith, listen, Reece is leaving now. Promise me you'll talk to her when she gets home."
"Okay. I will."
"Good, now I love you, but your lovely, understanding wife is going to lock me in to starve all night if I don't go now."
Reece threw a leg over her Harley and started it up. With a mischievous smile, she revved it several times, delighting in the multitude of car alarms the sound set off. Pepe, the garage attendant shook his head after the initial fright, and began the task of gathering keys from the hooks. Every so often, the tall, sexy, club owner would be in a mood and there was nothing he could do about it. Not only was she a great customer and a fabulous tipper, he was a bit afraid of her.
Reece waved and laughed at Pepe as he scrambled all around the garage pressing keychains, shutting off some and setting off new alarms. She was in a playful mood for a change, and even if it lasted one split second, she took advantage of it the best she could at 4 A.M. She leaned back and wished she felt Faith behind her. She had an urge to just take off, to the country,
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