DARK (3 page)

9

When Jordan arrived back at her condominium she walked in as if the floor had landmines. She flicked on the lights, eyes sweeping to the living room and kitchen area. She moved forward with the beach towel wrapped in her wet hair and made her way to the bathroom, flicked on the light, and looked inside.

She then walked to the bedroom and turned on the light. She looked under the bed and in the closet.

The cell phone rang from the living room, which iced her skin. She hurried to it, flicked on a lamp and answered. “Hello?”

“This is a representative from Dark,” the female voice said. “Please give me your identity number.”

Jordan took in a deep breath. “Nine.”

“Thank you. I am confirming your date for Monday, October eighth.”

“Yes, I’ll be there.” For the amount of money Jordan paid, she wouldn’t dare miss a day.

“Very well. Do you have any questions?”

“Yes…actually…no.” She could not get her mind to work.

“Did you enjoy your last visit?”

“Yes.” Jordan had just thought of a question. “Are we supposed to tell others our identity number?”

“It’s frowned upon.”

“Is that a yes, or no?”

“Did you tell someone your number?”

“No.”

“Did someone else tell you their number?”

“Never mind.” Jordan did not want to get that number six woman in trouble. “I’ll be there next Monday.”

“Excellent. Have a pleasant evening.” The phone disconnected.

Jordan sighed, then looked around her condo. It felt cold and empty. Her thoughts drifted to the man she met at Dark. There was something about him that she could not shake. She helped him become aroused, which seemed to have an impact on his emotions.

It affected her as well.

Jordan instantly loved something about him. She had no idea what he looked like, but she knew how his skin and muscles felt, along with the pleasant sound of his voice. Was that enough for her to fall in love? Apparently it was.

Her ex-husbands were both rich when she met them. They were pleasant to be around and went out of their way to make her happy.

That is, until they married her.

Then their true colors began to show. Clayton was a closet pervert and Jeremy loved fucking his waitresses at the restaurant.

The man at Dark was different. Jordan wasn’t sure how she knew that, but in her heart she craved for the week to go by fast so that she could be with him.

Jordan forced herself to stand. She made her way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped.

She was horny.

That would seem impossible, considering the day she had. First, she spent a couple of hours being fucked at Dark. Then, she was attacked in this very spot of the bathroom by a perverted masked intruder. How could she be horny?

Jordan stepped into the shower, already knowing the answer to that question. Her experience at Dark made a lasting impressing on her feelings. It wasn’t just the man she met, but everything she had done with that woman and the other two guys.

The hot water soaked her skin. She brushed her long hair back, letting the water sooth her aching skull. It had been difficult to close her eyes, fearing that someone was in the condo, but she let her mind become free of distractions.

No intruder having his way with her.

No ex-husband bitching at her.

Jordan pressed her fingers between her legs, rubbing the outside of her clit. She used her other hand to rub her chest. The water steamed the bathroom and became hot on her skin. She fingered herself and rubbed her nipples with aggressive movements, but could not seem to relax enough to be satisfied.

She felt angry. Frustrated.

She turned the water off and stomped to her bedroom soaking wet. She knelt on the floor as the air cooled her skin. She opened her dresser drawer and grabbed the flesh-skin dildo, which has been her lover since her second divorce. (Actually, this dildo had been useful while she had been married as well.)

Jordan sat naked on the floor, leaned up against the bed and lifted her knees, then spread her legs apart. Water dripped from her hair and drizzled down her skin. She eased the seven-inch dildo into her pussy and rubbed the balls of the dildo between her ass and clit. She instantly became wet, allowing the dildo to glide back and forth.

With more forceful strokes, she drove the dildo in and out. Her eyes closed and voice whimpered soft moans of pleasure. She thought of the man at Dark who she aroused.

“Fuck me,” she said to no one. Using both hands, she rammed the dildo in and out, smacking the balls hard against her. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Sweat replaced her wet skin. She yearned to have an orgasm to relieve her violent mood. She continued stuffing the dildo inside of her, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, nipples raised with desire.

Jordan pushed her back on the bed so hard the mattress fell off the frame. She cried out as a fierce orgasm seized her body, followed by a second and third orgasm.

She removed the dildo, attempting to catch her breath.

“Thank you,” she said to herself, then collapsed all the way on the floor.

10

The next morning, Jordan took a cab to Baggart Southern Restaurant, owned by her second ex-husband, Jeremy. The restaurant did not open until one o’clock, but Jeremy had always come in early so he could work in the office. He left the back door open for when his staff comes trickling in.

Only a few of the restaurant lights had been turned on. Jordan made her way through the award winning kitchen, then to Jeremy’s office. She tapped on the open door and walked inside.

Jeremy had been typing on his laptop. His eyes snapped up and gazed at her as if he were looking at a vision. “Jordan?”

“Are you busy?”

“Always. But sit.”

Jordan eased into a leather chair across from his desk. She looked at Jeremy with pity. He had once been a good looking man that could pose on the cover of a Men’s Health magazine. Now, his hair had receded, muscles faded, and his blue eyes lost its edge.

“How are things going with you?” Jordan asked.

Jeremy closed the laptop, then leaned back in the chair, folding his arms on his stomach. “I’m selling the restaurant.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t enjoy it anymore. In fact, this damn place has sucked the life from me.”

Jordan had originally come here to discuss the intruder that attacked her yesterday, but she actually felt more pity on Jeremy than herself. He had indeed given his life to this restaurant, which is one of the reasons they got divorced. (And Jeremy liked to fuck his waitresses.)

“I can’t believe you are going to sell the business after all the work you put into it.”

“You interested in buying it?”

Jordan laughed, but then realized Jeremy was serious. “How much you selling it for?”

“$750,000. It brought in just over two million last year.”

“But what about Dolly Parton?”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“She’s building an amusement park just two blocks away. Won’t that make your restaurant worth more?”

Jeremy looked absolutely floored. “I heard rumors about the park, but nothing has been confirmed.”

Jordan debated telling him. “I spoke to Clayton. He told me that Dolly Parton is looking for investors. It’s going to open in the next two years.”

“Well then,” Jeremy smacked his hand on the desk. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

“You may want to reconsider.”

“I’ll definitely give it some more thought.” He gazed at her. “Why did you come here in the first place?”

Suddenly, Jordan did not want to talk about what happened to her last night. “I’m going to do some shopping downtown and thought I’d stop by to see how you were doing.”

“Oh.” Jeremy stood and walked around his desk. “We had some good times in this office.”

She looked up at him. “Yeah, and you had some good times with your waitresses as well.”

Jeremy kneeled. “Have you found someone else yet?”

“No. And I’m not looking.”

He brushed his fingers along her thighs, pushing his hands under her skirt. “I miss being with you.” He leaned forward, kissing her inner thigh while pulling down her panties to her knees. He then lunged forward and drove his tongue into her pussy.

Jordan did not resist. Jeremy was an asshole when they were married, but he was great at eating her out.

He licked her pussy, flicked his tongue along the skin, and sucked in the juices. He then fucked her with his tongue, driving it in and out with quick motions. Jordan held onto the chair, feeling the orgasm approaching. Jeremy could always sense when that was about to happen and would swirl his tongue around the click until she came.

Jordan’s entire body shuddered and eyes rolled in the back of her head. Jeremy continued licking her for a few more seconds. He then stood and unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. His hard cock flipped out, thick with anticipation. “How about you bend over my desk and we can really have some fun this morning.”

Jordan slid her panties back up and stood, adjusting her skirt. “Nah. I’m good.”

She then strolled out of the office with a smile on her face.

11

The wetness between Jordan’s legs cooled as she made her way along the busy sidewalks of downtown Nashville. She walked into Flavour, a high end clothing store owned by her best friend, Vanessa. On the walls were black and white photos of hot looking men and women dressed only in a pair of tight jeans. Behind the desk area were several photos of Vanessa posing with country stars that frequently visited, including Taylor Swift, Eric Church, Blake Shelton, and Kenny Chesney.

“Jordan!” Vanessa appeared from the dressing room area wearing a loose baby blue dress with a tan belt and no shoes. She had dark complexion, long wavy brown hair, and a smile that lit the room. Her parents moved from Hawaii to Nashville shortly after she was born, because her mother had dreams of becoming a country singer, which never came to fruition.

Vanessa grew up looking like a cute Hawaiian with a Nashville accent. She saved every penny, even in high school, then at age twenty-seven, opened Flavour. The store was an instant success.

Jordan gave Vanessa a hug. “Were you trying on your own clothes?”

“Of course. The only clothes I order for the store are the ones I want to wear.”

“Makes sense.”

Two women walked inside the store with handfuls of shopping bags. Vanessa gave Jordan another quick hug and whispered, “I have to get back to work. Try on anything you like. It’s on me today.”

Before Jordan could tell Vanessa that wasn’t necessary, she hurried off and greeted the two women.

Jordan took a quick scan of the store, finding only a black dress that piqued her interest. She grabbed her size and went to the dressing room, found an open door and went inside.

As she slipped off her skirt and blouse, the wetness between her legs returned. Jordan had never been so horny in her life. It seemed her fiery urge would not subside.

Jordan held the black dress, gazing in the full length mirror at her body. Her white bra fit perfectly to give her breasts an extra lift. She then noticed a moist spot on her panties. Not once since leaving Jeremy had she thought about fucking him. The stunt in his office was a total surprise. Jeremy probably jerked himself off seconds after she left him, which gave her a sense of satisfaction for all the crap he pulled while they were married.

Someone tapped on the door. “Jordan, you in there?” Vanessa asked.

“Yeah, I’m just trying on a dress.”

“Okay. I suddenly have a full store. I’ll call you later tonight.”

The next sound was Vanessa stomping away.

Jordan slipped on the black dress. It fit snug against her body. Where would she wear this? A club? Restaurant? She hadn’t been on a date since her last divorce, which was one of the reasons she joined Dark.

The price tag on the dress said $82.00. There was no way she would let Vanessa just give her the dress for free, especially since Jordan had plenty of her ex-husband’s money to spend.

There was another knock on the door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there?”

“Yes,” Jordan said, not recognizing the voice.

“I’ve been waiting,” the woman said with a sharp tone. “Are you almost finished?”

“I’ll be out in a moment.” Jordan slid off the dress, wishing that Vanessa wasn’t so busy. They had fooled around in this very room several times, but never when customers were in the store.

Once again, Jordan gazed in the mirror. Maybe she should ask the person on the other side of the door to come inside?

Jordan smiled, attempting to use common sense. This wasn’t a Cinemax soft porn movie. Women do not stroll into Nashville stores, enter the dressing rooms, and ease their sexual tension.

She quickly dressed and opened the door.

Standing there with impatient looks were two women with shopping bags. They brushed past Jordan and went inside the room together. One of them said, “About time.”

Jordan ignored them and made her way towards the cash register. The store was indeed filled with at least twenty people. Vanessa was at the register, handing a woman her receipt. The customer had short blonde hair waved to the side and pale skin. She wore a tight fitted white blouse, black skirt, stockings, and black sneakers.

It was Zizi, the limo driver.

Jordan had not moved as Vanessa called to her. “Hey Jordan. You want that dress?”

She watched Zizi walk out of the store. Then Jordan hurried to the cash register and handed Vanessa the dress. “Hold this for me. I’ll be back later.” She jogged by the crowd of women through the store and made her way outside to the crisp air. Jordan’s eyes swept up and down the street.

She then spotted Zizi going into the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage, which was the same place that Zizi picked up Jordan yesterday and then took her to Dark.

“What am I doing?” Jordan asked herself. Why was it so important to follow Zizi? Nothing good could come from it.

Still, Jordan could not help herself. She jogged to the parking garage and looked for the either Zizi, or the limo.