DARK (15 page)

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This chapter is dedicated to an unsurpassed oral sexual position…sixty-nine.

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The Dark Ice consumed Jordan’s mind and body. Her veins felt warm, skin moist, eyes watered as if she were stoned.

The numbered lights around the room became blurry. Jordan continued crawling forward, noticing a tiny light floating in the middle of the room. She crawled closer, wondering if her mind had been playing tricks with her vision.

Someone brushed by someone on the right. Another person bumped into her on the left. The tiny light must have been real, drawing in the seventeen guests to the center.

Perhaps, it was time that everyone meets at once.

Suddenly, the tiny light disappeared. However, it must have done its job, because Jordan could sense warm bodies all around her. The seventeen guests joined together in a massive orgy.

Jordan felt a woman with curvy breasts. Another woman joined them. Her breasts were a bit smaller, but still ample in size. Jordan felt hands all over her body. Lips kissing her in random spots. Pussies and cocks rubbing against her.

She reached out, touching a different person in each direction. Soft moans, grunts, and whimpers floated in the darkness. A large cock eased inside of her while her arms were spread and she stroked a cock and fingered a pussy. Meanwhile, a man and woman took turns kissing her neck, lips, and sliding their tongues in her mouth.

The cock inside of her seemed to increase in size. He lifted her leg and pressed fingers in her ass while he continued to drive his cock in and out of her.

A woman must have stumbled into the group, falling on Jordan’s stomach. It was more shocking than painful. The woman kissed Jordan’s ribs, bellybutton, and worked her way down to where the cock was sliding into her. The woman licked the top of Jordan’s clit. Then, the woman began to move back and forth while her tongue slid sideways along Jordan’s pussy.

Someone must have been fucking her from behind.

A spurt of cum oozed between Jordan’s fingers. She had actually forgotten that she was jerking someone off.

The man and woman by Jordan’s head were either laying beside her, or replaced by another two people. Jordan could not tell. She was lost in a world of fascination and pleasure. She had lost count on how many orgasms she actually had, but it was one after another.

The large cock finally spewed cum inside of her as he released his fingers from her ass. It was replaced by a longer cock, but much thinner. The woman licking Jordan’s pussy had not stopped. Two more cocks pressed against Jordan; one by her mouth and one on her right breast. With her left hand, Jordan grabbed the cock by her mouth and began sucking. At the same time, she grabbed the other cock with her right hand and jerked it off while pressing the head of his cock against her nipple.

Another mouth joined the woman below. The tongue was thick and strong. Jordan realized it was a man.

The long, thin cock inside of her came with a tiny spurt of fluids. Meanwhile, the man and woman below must have decided to fuck each other.

The cock in her mouth exploded with warm cum, followed by the cock in her right hand, which came on her tit.

Jordan barely taken a breath when two more women arrived, followed by another man.

Hours passed by like minutes. Jordan’s body shook as the orgasms increased in strength. The sex was endless.

She ended up in a sixty-nine with a woman while someone fucked Jordan and someone else fucked the woman.

Later, Jordan rode a cock that never came, but remained hard.

Then, Jordan and another woman sucked on a guy’s cock, then found a woman to please. While doing that, a cock entered Jordan from behind. She was pretty sure that someone was fucking the woman next to her as well.

Her skin became sticky with a mixture of sweat and cum, but she could not stop. The Dark Ice kept her in its world and would not release her.

She collapsed on the floor, only to be fucked and eaten out at the same time, while two women chose a breast and began sucking. Jordan actually fell unconscious for a few seconds, or a few minutes; she really did not know.

But the people fucking and sucking her did not realize that she had passed out. They continued with unyielding pleasure.

The moaning and bursts of screams around her were hypnotic. The orgasms were each unique, yet satisfying. Jordan gazed into the darkness, feeling a warm mouth reach her pussy. She sensed it was a woman by the size of her tongue. Another woman touched Jordan’s breasts, then aggressively began sucking on the nipples. The woman let out a soft groan as her body shifted, being fucked from behind.

How much more could Jordan take of this?

A cock brushed up against her chin. Jordan turned her head and began sucking, while the woman below lifted Jordan’s legs and pushed her knees back toward Jordan’s head. The woman drove her tongue deep into Jordan’s pussy while someone else began licking Jordan’s ass. Meanwhile, the woman sucking on Jordan’s nipples had moved away, only to be replaced by another woman that kissed Jordan’s neck and ran her tongue along Jordan’s cheek, finding the shaft of the cock Jordan had been sucking on. Immediately, the man came, but with a small amount of cum.

Another hour passed. Jordan fell unconscious again, only to be awakened by a cock gently sliding in and out of her, followed by a woman cuddling next to Jordan and pressing their bodies together.

Jordan’s eyes opened and closed, as she felt the world slip away…

71

“How are you doing sweetie?” a female voice said.

Jordan rolled her head back and forth, then slowly forced her eyes open. She realized that she was on the floor with a towel over her. “What happened?” she asked. Her voice was cracked with exhaustion.

Zizi was kneeling close to her. “You passed out. But that tends to happen when you are getting fucked for eight hours.”

Jordan still could not move, attempting to get her mind to work. “Eight hours?”

“Actually, eight hours and twenty-seven minutes.” Zizi reached behind Jordan’s head and lifted her up. She then handed Jordan a large glass with a pink colored liquid. “Drink this. It will make you feel better.”

Jordan took a small sip. The liquid slid into her mouth and down her throat, bringing her senses back to life. She chugged down the rest and handed the glass to Zizi. “Is there more?”

“Yeah, I can get you more. But let’s see if you can stand.” Zizi helped Jordan to her feet as the towel slipped off her body and remained on the floor. “Do you need help getting into the shower?”

Jordan did not feel like taking a shower. “Can I just get dressed?”

“No.” Zizi smiled. “You smell like sex. I think you’ll feel better if you showered.”

“Okay. But get me more of that pink stuff.”

“Will do.”

Jordan took each step with great care and entered the small shower. The hot water hit her skin and she instantly began to regain her strength.

Afterwards, Jordan dried off and chugged down another glass of the pink stuff. Zizi waited by the limo as Jordan dressed and put on her coat and boots. She looked around the room as if something was wrong, or misplaced. Jordan then placed her hands in her coat pockets. She found her iPhone and key to her apartment in the left pocket.

The strange thing was, she always put them in her right pocket.

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Zizi parked on the fourth level of the garage, shut off the engine, and climbed out. Jordan got out before Zizi could open the door.

“So,” Zizi said. “I’ll see you here tomorrow. Don’t forget to bring something from Flavour.”

“I will,” Jordan said. “Did my condo key and iPhone spill out of my coat pocket at Dark?”

“I don’t know,” Zizi said with a hard tone. “Why, is something missing?”

“No. It’s just…” Jordan kissed Zizi on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jordan hurried down the four levels of the parking garage, feeling much better than she did at Dark. When she arrived outside, the brisk air revived her sanity.

She began to think about the man who was number nineteen. He mentioned having a brother named Allen who was a chemistry professor at the University of Memphis. Jordan used her iPhone to Google what information she had. Under the heading of Department of Chemistry at University of Memphis, Jordan found twenty-one factually members, including an Allen Webster with the title, Associate Professor.

In the headshot photo, Allen had reddish-brown hair, light beard, and wore a blue dress shirt with a mossy-green tie. Under his name and title were an office phone number with an extension and an email address.

Jordan found a park bench and sat down while studying the photo. Should she call him? Email him?

Jordan decided to tap on his name with her finger, which doubled as a link. A bio popped up. Jordan scanned down the page.

2005-Present: Assistant Professor, Department of Chemistry, University of Memphis.

2004-2005: Assistant Research Scientist, Texas A&M University.

Jordan continued scanning down the page. Allen had graduated from Texas Christian University with a bachelor in chemistry and biochemistry. He also had a Ph.D in physical inorganic. His research included computational inorganic, bioinorganic, structure and bonding chemistry, and heterogeneous catalysis.

Jordan really did not know what all that meant, but Allen seemed knowledgeable enough to test Dark Ice and break down the components, along with the effects the drug had on people. He also had a list of forty-seven publications on various subjects pertaining to his field of expertise.

When Jordan clicked on a presentations link, she discovered that Allen Webster was sent to St. Petersburg, Russia for a presentation this week. Then next week, he will be traveling to Moscow.

The presentations discussed addiction chemicals and herbs found in stimulant drugs, along with the side effects.

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“Oh what the hell,” Jordan said to herself, still on the park bench. She dialed Allen Webster’s phone number. Unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail. Jordan hung up, thinking about what to do next.

Her phone rang, startling her. “Hello?”

“This is Allen Webster returning your call. How may I help you?”

His voice sounded like he was in a bad mood. “My name is…” Jordan suddenly realized that the man at Dark did not know her real name.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. What’s your name?”

Jordan cringed. “My name is Zizi Fain. I was wondering if you have a brother?”

“Um…what is this regarding?”

Jordan regretted making this phone call. “Actually, let me tell you why I’m calling.”

“That would be great, considering I’m giving you ten more seconds before I hang up.”

“Okay…I met your brother and fell in love with him.” Jordan shook her head. She was derailing.

“And what do you want from me?”

Jordan rubbed her eyes with one hand, while squeezing the cell phone with her other hand. “Um…does your brother live in Nashville?”

“If you met him and fell in love with him, then you should know the answer to that question.”

“Yes…but…we kind of met at a place where…” Jordan’s inner-voice was yelling, ‘Eject! Eject! Hang up the fucking phone!’

“Listen, Zizi. I’m really busy right now. Why don’t you contact my brother and work this out with him.”

“That would be great, but I don’t know his phone number, where he lives, or what he looks like. I only know his voice and what he warned me about.”

There was dead silence for a moment. “Are you the woman that he met at Dark?”

Jordan’s heart raced with anticipation. “Yes! Did he tell you about me?”

“How about I have him call you?”

“That would be terrific. Do you have my number on your caller ID?”

“I do, Zizi. Is there anything else?”

“Um…yes. My name isn’t Zizi Fain…It’s Jordan Rowe.”

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The cell phone rang a few minutes later. Jordan felt as if she had been frozen to the park bench. “Hello?”

“Jordan, this is Bryn.”

“Who?”

The voice laughed. “Number nineteen at Dark.”

“Oh…I take it your brother called you.” Jordan thought that was a stupid thing to say. Of course his brother called him!

“Yes, well…should we meet?”

“That would be great.”

“Do you know the Silly Goose on Eastland?”

Jordan had eaten there plenty of times with Vanessa. It was a quaint little restaurant with good food and terrific service. “I can be there in twenty minutes, depending if I can hale down a cab.”

“Okay. I’ll be wearing a black sweater and jeans.”

“I’m in a blue coat with a blue nit cap.” Jordan reached up and tore off the cap, shoved it in her coat pocket and fluffed her hair. “Actually, forget about the cap. I’ll just be wearing the coat.”

Bryn laughed. “Very well. See ya in a few.”

Jordan forced herself to stand, then faced the street and waved at the first cab that passed by. It slammed on the breaks and put the flashers on. Jordan jogged to the cab and got inside. “Silly Goose, 1888 Eastland Avenue,” she said to the driver.

As the cab sped off, Jordan’s heart raced with nervousness. Was she really about to meet this guy? Was this a moment that could change her life?

75

The Silly Goose was packed with a late lunch crowd. Jordan noticed a man standing next to a table, waving at her. Bryn had on his black sweater and jeans. He was tall, with a thin strong build, short hair with a hint of silver, and eyes hidden by a shadow in the room.

Jordan approached and shook his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.” Her voice squeaked a bit as she slid off her coat, placed it on the chair, and sat down.

Bryn sat and leaned forward. “I’m a bit nervous as well.”

“I’m not…” Jordan was about say she wasn’t nervous, which was absolutely false, but a waitress standing over them saved Jordan from lying. Jordan did not even glance at the menu. “I’ll take Diet Coke, Bird, and a Reverse Cowgirl for dessert.” Jordan cheeks flushed when the words, ‘Reverse Cowgirl’ spewed from her mouth. She and Vanessa ordered the same thing every time they came here, then split the dessert. However, it might not have been smart to order that with Bryn.

He smiled and looked up at the waitress. “Actually, this is my first time here. What’s in the Bird?”

The waitress forced a grin. “Grilled chicken breast, sun-dried tomato, avocado, bacon, peppered goat cheese, on wholegrain bread.”

“Sounds great. I’ll have that and a regular Coke.” He looked at Jordan. “Should I order a dessert, or are we going to share the Reverse Cowgirl?”

Jordan turned beat red and looked up at the waitress. “We’ll share the dessert. Thank you.”

“So,” Bryn said as the waitress scurried away. “What’s in a Reverse Cowgirl? Sounds…sexy.”

“Dark chocolate torte, white chocolate espresso sauce, blackberry coulis, and hazelnuts.” Jordan took in a deep breath. “It’s about the sexiest thing you can eat.” She suddenly thought about the pancakes at Logan and Lori’s house, but quickly wiped that from her mind.

After the waitress brought them their drinks, Bryn leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “How did my brother sound to you?”

“A little frustrated since I could not put together a coherent sentence.”

Bryn shook his head and smiled. “Don’t worry about that. It’s hard talking to a genius.” Bryn sipped his Coke, keeping his eyes on Jordan. “Did you go back to Dark today?”

Jordan gazed at him for a long moment. “Yes…I couldn’t help myself.”

Bryan raised his hand. “I’m not here to judge you.”

“But you did warn me.”

“Yes, and you’re an adult. I can’t make decisions for you.”

The waitress brought them their sandwiches. Jordan dug in, trying to think of something to say. “You must have more willpower than I do.”

Bryn took a bite of his sandwich. “Don’t pat me on the back just yet. I went through a Dark Ice withdrawal today and broke into the place to get some more.”

Jordan’s eyes became wide. “You know where Dark is? How?”

Bryn held his sandwich and continued speaking in a low voice. “I waited in my car where the limo usually picks me up. The driver waited for twenty minutes, then left. I followed, and sure enough, the limo drove to Dark. I broke in, stole a couple jugs of Dark Ice, then escaped.”

“Wow.” Jordan thought she had been desperate after going through a withdrawal, but Bryn actually did something totally crazy. “I thought you were kicked out of Dark for talking to me when we were inside.”

“Nah. They can’t hear us…at least, I don’t think they can.”

Jordan was about to take another bite of her sandwich, but held off. “I told a customer representative about our conversation.”

Bryn shook his head. “Why?”

“I was desperate to get some Dark Ice.”

He finished his sandwich. “I guess we both went a little nuts.”

“I’m sorry.”

He sipped his Coke. “Dark Ice makes us do outrageous things. No need to apologize.”

The waitress placed down the Reverse Cowgirl and two spoons. “Is there anything else?”

Bryn handed her a fifty dollar bill. “Nothing else. Keep the change.”

Her eyes widened, followed by a smile. “Thank you so much!”

After she walked away, Jordan said, “Are you trying to impress me by leaving a big tip?”

“Nah…I just like being nice.” He picked up a spoon and took a bite. “You already know I’m rich, just like I know you are rich.”

Jordan grabbed a spoon and dug in. “How so?”

“We both paid a hundred thousand to join Dark.”

“Touché,” Jordan said, taking another scoop of the dessert. “So what happens next?”

“I’m not sure.” Bryn gazed directly into her eyes. “I’m just glad to finally meet you in the daylight. But I’m guessing that you joined Dark for the same reason that I did.”

“And what reason is that?” Jordan asked, placing down her spoon and wiping her face with the napkin.

“Well, we both are annoyed by serious relationships and wanted something more exciting in life. Dark provided what we needed.”

Jordan cocked her head. “Are you thinking about going back next week?”

“I’m going to try,” Bryn said without hesitation. “They obviously did not figure out who broke in the building, or I would have been arrested by now.”

“So you’ll probably be back next week?” Jordan asked again. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Bryn, or Dark. In fact, she did not know how she felt about anything at the moment.

Bryn folded his hands on the table. “I’m a Dark junkie.” He raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

Jordan gazed at him for a long moment, then said, “Yes.”