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anywhere near the cute, little blonde. She would chew her up and spit her out. Think of the devil...
             The club owner was making a rare appearance at the bar. Faith took stock of the woman as she approached. Long, strong legs wrapped neatly in black denim and thick, square-toed boots. A silky looking cotton turtleneck, maybe Egyptian cotton, she thought, covering well developed but not bulky arms, nice lean abdomen, perfect breasts... Perfect breasts? I'm looking at her breasts? That way? I'm not a lesbian! But this woman, and butterflies in my stomach...am I?
             Cori followed Faith's eyes...raising her own eyebrow at the bold appraisal. She glanced at Reece who had also noticed the green eyes and where they were paused. Her nipples hardened under the scrutiny...she began to blush hotly. Cori's mouth fell open and both eyebrows and the ring were nearly in her hairline at this reaction. Reece? BLUSHING? No fucking way...
             The club owner caught the incredulous gawk aimed in her direction. Fuck... Not ever feeling quite so ill at ease before, she really didn't know how to act. Joking is always good, she thought.
             "So...is Cori playing nice? Or should I fire her?" She followed it with a smile when the green eyes looked at her in disbelief.
             "Oh, no. Actually, she was singing your praises, Ms. Corbett."
             Cori nearly shot soda out of her nose.
             "Reece, please, it's Reece." The tall woman narrowed her eyes into a very menacing glare at the purple haired dancer, who immediately stopped laughing. If there was one thing she could not tolerate it was people laughing at her. She'd blinded people for a mere chuckle.
             Faith felt the danger in that look and subconsciously backed away. "Sorry...Reece," she stammered.
             "Oh great, boss, scare her half to death why don't you." Cori turned to the blonde and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Here, I'll introduce you to the other girls. She's harmless really. A pussycat if you stroke her right." She shot a look at her boss, who was feeling a cross between regret and shock at hearing how Cori described her.
             "A pussycat? I'll show you a pussycat. FREAK!" And she stomped off to her office. You could hear the door slam even over the music. Everybody winced.
            
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             Faith looked back over her shoulder at the tall woman stalking off into the darkness. "Shit, Cori, did I do that?"
             "No, babe, she does it to herself. She's a real piece of work. You'll get used to her moods. But really, I think she likes you." That is the biggest understatement ever, she thought. "That is...if you still want to work here." They settled at the bar.
             "Well, I'm not sure." I can't afford those clothes, she thought. "These women look like a Victoria's Secret catalog. I don't think I'd be comfortable at all..."
             "Bullshit, you are one hot little number, Faith. Trust me, you'll do just fine. I have a few things at home that would suit you perfectly. Show off your best assets." She went out on a limb here. "And once Reece gets one look at you in the outfits I have planned...well, the next time a door is slammed around here, I bet you'll be on the other side with her."
             The blush that covered the cute little blonde's neck was all the answer she needed. Now, how was she going to get to the boss lady without her own neck being snapped? She grinned widely. I just love a challenge.
             Faith knew she would die of embarrassment. Was it that obvious? How did Cori know what she was thinking? God! She saw me looking at her breasts! Just kill me. But I liked looking at her breasts. And then there was that feeling in her stomach again.
             Cori saw the internal struggle and decided to end it. "Hey. You wanna