DARK (5 page)

16

Smooth pickup line, or did this guy really get his heart broken tonight? Either way, Jordan was interested.

He did not have bulging muscles, or the tall-dark-handsome-look. Jordan saw him as an attractive man that stood out from the mixture of drunk rednecks and flashy silk shirt men with bad dance moves.

“What’s your name?” Jordan asked, but the techno music drowned her voice. She tapped him on the shoulder and shouted in his ear, “What is your name!”

His eyes seemed distant as he gazed across the bar. “Mitch…” he said from the corner of his mouth.

Jordan grabbed his arm. “Hey!” She then shook him in attempt to gain his attention. “Focus on me for a minute.”

It seemed as if it took all his willpower to turn his head. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

She moved closer to him and said in his ear. “My name is Jordan.”

He stepped back, glancing across the bar. “I’m not looking to pick anyone up.” Once again, his gaze fixated on his wife.

Jordan inched forward. “Which one is she?”

“The brunette...over there.”

Jordan saw her right away. The brunette woman stood out in her bare shouldered icy blue dress that barely covered her ass, with a black zipper down the front. She had round silver earrings and a silver beaded bracelet on her right wrist. The woman had a decent looking body, however, her face had a pointed nose and she over did it with the black eyeliner and eye shadow.

The guy she danced with had dark complexion and a groomed goatee. His ice blue shirt matched hers and he wore an open white jacket and black slacks.

Jordan looked at Mitch. His eyes seemed ready to burst with tears at any moment, which would be a total embarrassment in this high testosterone place. Jordan leaned close to him. “What will happen once your wife sees you?”

Mitch turned and looked at Jordan. “She already knows I’m here.” His eyes swept around the crowded room. He bravely took her hand and guided her to a corner area away from the pounding music. His eyes fell on Jordan. “I wanted to give my marriage some extra spice, which it desperately needed, so I suggested to my wife that we role play.”

Jordan shook her head. “I don’t get it?”

“I told her that we could come to a bar separately and pretend to meet for the first time. I could ask her to dance, we could get drunk, and have sex in the parking lot.”

Jordan smiled. “So it’s like a one night stand with your wife, but you are pretending she’s just some slut you picked up at the bar.”

“Yeah.” Mitch looked at the dance floor. His wife and the other man grinded together as if they were going to fuck right there in front of everyone.

Jordan wrapped her arm around Mitch to get his attention. “So you both came in separately?”

“Yeah. My wife was supposed to come here about fifteen minutes ahead of me. I couldn’t find a parking spot, so I drove to the 4th & Commerce parking garage down the street.”

Jordan had an image of Zizi getting fucked on the limo. “Yes, I know that garage well.”

Mitch sighed. “By the time I parked, walked back to the bar, waited in line, then came in, she had been here an hour. That’s when I saw her with that other guy.”

Jordan glanced at the dance floor, seeing Mitch’s wife kissing the stranger as they pressed their bodies together. “But she had to know you were coming here?”

“I know…that’s what I don’t get.” Mitch gazed at his wife. “Like I said, I’m an idiot. She probably thought I changed my mind. I’m sure that guy bought her a few drinks and picked her up.”

Mitch froze.

Jordan kept her arm around him and looked at the dance floor. His wife was leading the guy to the exit. Jordan could not believe it. “Doesn’t she realize you are watching her?”

“I don’t know.” Mitch’s voice was cracked with sorrow. “I cannot believe this is happening to me.”

Jordan had to ask him something. “Is she really your wife, or is this some elaborate plan to get me to fuck you in the parking lot?”

Mitch kissed her on the forehead. “I need to go home and figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life.” He began making his way through the crowd. Jordan had to make a decision. Did she believe this guy or not? If she did, was she going to let him just walk away?

Jordan decided to chase after him.

17

The crisp night air seemed to brush away the scent of smoke and alcohol from Jordan’s black dress. She found Mitch standing in the parking lot. He stood motionless as she hurried toward him.

“Are you okay?” Jordan asked.

A drizzle of tears gleamed on his face. “I can’t believe this. My wife is actually fucking that guy in her car.”

“Where?”

Mitch pointed. “The blue mini-coup with the double-white stripes.”

Jordan stared at the mini-coup and noticed it shifting back and forth as Mitch’s wife rode the guy in the passengers seat. “What are you going to do?”

Mitch shook his head. “What is there to do? I guess I’ll go home and deal with the fact my marriage is over.”

“Why don’t you pound on the window and beat the shit out of her and that guy?”

Mitch wiped the tears from his face. “Yeah right. I’m crying in the parking lot while watching my wife getting laid. If I had the courage, I would have done it already.”

“How about you bend me over the hood of your wife’s mini-coupe and fuck me from behind while they watch? You can at least get some revenge?”

Mitch turned at gave Jordan a weak smile. “I don’t think my wife would give a shit. In fact, she would probably be happy for me, which hurts even more.” Mitch started walking. “I’m going home. It was nice to meet you.”

Jordan was utterly confused. Why did she want to be involved in this crap? What did she care?

Despite those sensible questions, she jogged forward, clicking her heals across the parking lot. She thought about Zizi being fucked on the hood.

Jordan wanted the exact same thing to be done to her.

When Mitch unlocked the door to his red Saturn, Jordan placed her cell phone on the roof and sat on the hood of the car. “Get over here and fuck me, or else you’ll be miserable the rest of you life.”

Mitch still had the keys in his hand, staring at Jordan. “How would fucking you make me feel any better? I love my wife.”

“It’s obvious that you love her, but it is even more obvious that she doesn’t love you and she is willing to crush you in the process.”

Mitch looked around. “What if someone sees us?”

“Get over here,” Jordan said. Had she become one of those garbage sluts from the bar? Or was she trying to sooth an inner passion that had consumed her since entering Dark?

At the moment, Jordan could not tell the difference between a slut and sexual eagerness.

Mitch tossed his keys next to her cell phone, took one more look around, then unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers just low enough for his cock to spring out. He was not fully hard yet, but was able to ease it inside of Jordan.

She could feel the swell of his cock becoming larger, gradually filling her pussy. Then as if reading her mind, he lifted her leg, rested the boot on his shoulder, and fucked her with vigorous thrusts.

A car pulled in, searching for an open parking spot. Jordan looked over, seeing the car full of women, applauding, yelling, and laughing. They beeped and continued forward.

Jordan suddenly felt Mitch cum inside of her. There was so much warm liquid that she had an orgasm that lasted for several seconds.

Mitch did not stop. He continued fucking her with his limp, yet thick cock. It slid on the edge of her clit, bringing her to another orgasm.

He continued as more cars pulled in, beeping their horns, and idiot rednecks yelling things like, “Yead dude! Fuck that bitch!”

Mitch continued until his cock inflated to its rock hard size. He ignored the cars, the rednecks, and the screaming. Instead, he stared into Jordan’s eyes, fucking with all the strength he had remaining, clutching her boot and pushing her leg in the air.

“Mitch?” a woman asked.

He turned, while keeping his cock inside of her. Jordan leaned to her right, seeing the icy blue dress.

“I was just following your lead,” Mitch said to his wife. “Where is the guy that you were fucking?”

“He took off.”

Mitch turned and smiled at Jordan. “Well, I’m busy at the moment. I’ll see you at home.”

Mitch slid his cock out of Jordan, pulled her off the hood, bent her over, then fucked her from behind.

He continued fucking her for another twenty minutes.

18

During the next five days, Jordan was in a funk that she could not shake out of. She spent her time watching television, but not really paying attention. Her mind drifted to the man she supposedly fell in love with at Dark. She did not feel the same as when she first left Dark.

In fact, she had lost the urge to have sex. Jordan had become depressed, but could not figure out what brought her down. She couldn’t eat. Sleep. Or even have the strength to swim a few laps in the pool.

When early Monday afternoon arrived, Jordan had debated whether she wanted to meet Zizi and be taken to Dark. The thought of being inside a room with a bunch of horny people did not appeal to Jordan as it had last week.

Jordan dressed in jeans and white sweater with Nashville written in baby blue letters on the upper left. She gazed at her collection of shoes, deciding on the boots.

When Jordan arrived at the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage, she used the elevator instead of walking up to the fourth level. Zizi stood by the limo wearing her tight white blouse, short black skirt, thigh high black stockings, and black tennis shoes. She opened the back door as Jordan approached. Jordan slid in and sprawled out on the leather seat.

Zizi fired up the engine and maneuvered the limo down the four levels and away from the parking garage. She glanced in the review mirror. “Are you okay?”

Jordan sighed. “I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I really don’t know.”

“Are you sick? If so, you shouldn’t go to Dark today.”

“I’m not sick. I’m feeling…uggg...”

“Drink some Dark Ice. That will bring your spirit back from the dead.”

Jordan eyed the tumbler glass with black liquid. She scooped up the glass and slugged it down. She laid back on the leather seat, waiting for the Dark Ice to take hold of her.

About ten minutes later, Jordan felt a moistness develop in-between her legs. She closed her eyes, drifting to a place that seemed far from her normal world.

“You have time,” Zizi said. “I’ll let you know when we are about five minutes away.”

Jordan unzipped her pants then reached her hand inside her underwear. She rubbed her moist clit, letting the wetness lubricate her fingers.

Another wave of the Dark Ice took hold, followed by another. Jordan dipped her middle finger inside her pussy, teasing it in and out. She craved to have someone lick her. “Zizi…” Jordan moaned. “Do you want to come back here?”

“That’s okay,” Zizi said. “We’ll be at Dark soon enough.”

“I need you.”

Zizi chuckled. “I’m sure you do. But I’m not supposed to be with clients in the backseat of my limo.”

“Then pull over,” Jordan begged, still fingering herself with her eyes closed. “We’ll do it on the hood of the limo.” Jordan had just realized what she said. She popped her eyes open and slid her fingers out of her underwear, then zipped her jeans and buttoned them.

“Why the hood?” Zizi asked.

Jordan sat up. “It was just a thought.”

“Oh.” Zizi’s eyes appeared in the review mirror. “It’s time to put your mask on.”

Jordan opened the fridge and retrieved the black silk mask. She slid it on, feeling the coolness on her warm face. “I didn’t mean to hit on you,” Jordan said. “It’s just…”

“Don’t worry about it.” The next sound was a garage door opening, then closing. “Okay, you can take your mask off.”

Jordan slid off the mask as Zizi opened the back door. Jordan climbed out and then gave Zizi a hug. “I’m sorry about asking you to join me in the backseat.”

Zizi smiled. “If I wasn’t working, I would have been happy to join you.” She pointed to the door. “Have fun.”

19

The room seemed extra warm. Jordan noticed two shots of Dark Ice on the round iron table. She grabbed one of the shot glasses and tossed the liquid into her mouth, letting it slither down her throat with the feeling that it injected somehow into her veins.

She stripped off her clothes and sat in the leather chair, gazing at the room. The trunk was open with a towel hanging over the lid. To the right was the bathroom. In the upper corner was the nineteen-inch flat screen, which popped on.

“Hello everyone,” Becket said. “Welcome back. I want to remind everyone that you are not permitted to enter each other’s room. Also, we do not suggest telling any of the other guests your identity number.” He paused, eyes steady on the camera. “One of the guests has dropped out, so there are only eighteen of you now.” Becket seemed to force a grin. “The lights will dim and the door will open to Dark in just a few minutes.”

The screen went black.

Jordan reached over and drank down the second shot of Dark Ice. The lights dimmed, then eventually the room turned black. Jordan found the floor and crawled toward the sound of the opening wall. She heard Becket’s voice, “Enjoy your Dark experience.”

After entering, Jordan immediately felt a mist from the ceiling, which felt amazing on her skin. The floor was wet, but not slippery. She sensed the Dark Ice take hold of her body.

She looked around, only seeing blackness, with the exception of the lit numbers above each room.

Number six had not been lit.

Jordan continued forward, hearing moaning on both sides of her. It seemed as if the voices were all women. Jordan hesitated for a moment, then continued in a circle, crawling in the darkness, skin soaked from the mist.

Her hand touched a thigh. She felt a slight hint of hair and thick muscle. Whoever the man she had found, wasn’t alone. There was another guy that had been waiting with him, or they were fooling around with each other; Jordan wasn’t sure.

One of the men had laid down and gently pulled Jordan on top of him. She could tell right away that it wasn’t the man she had fallen for last week. This man had confidence as he slid his cock inside of her. The cock was bigger than any other she had before. It was painful at first, but the man was patient. He held her hips as she leaned forward and kissed his neck, then moaned in his ear.

The second man positioned himself behind her. His cocked pressed against her ass. The three of them were soaked from the mist, which caused their bodies to slither together. The man eased his cock inside her ass. Once again, she felt a twinge of pain, but thankfully the Dark Ice had another wave of sexual desire pump through her body.

Jordan pressed her hands against the matted wet floor and rose on her knees, letting both men pump their cocks in her ass and pussy. She came with such a powerful orgasm that her scream echoed several times around the large room.

Another man joined them, then another.

And another.

These men must have followed the sound of her screaming and wanted to contribute. Jordan grabbed a cock in each hand, then allowed the fifth man to place his cock in her mouth. She was being fucked in every possible place, while jerking off the other two men.

Jordan came over and over. She wanted to be fucked harder. In fact, she would have taken on another guy if she could find a place to put him.

Ten hands touched her body. They rubbed her breasts, arms, ass, and hair. She felt an explosion of warm cum in her ass, causing her to have yet another orgasm. The man pulled out. Then, the cock in her left hand came between her fingers, followed by the cock in her mouth. She swallowed the cum, but choked a little of it back up, as it drizzled down her chin. Then, the cock in her right hand shot a stream of warm cum that hit her neck.

The man below her continued driving his massive cock inside of her with the energy of a stallion.

“Cum,” Jordan moaned to him.

That was all he needed to hear. A burst of cum shot deep into her, followed by two more waves. When finished, he kissed her forehead. Jordan slid off and rolled on her back, attempting to catch her breath.