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82

As instructed, Jordan took a cab to the Eleven North Apartments. She had been here before, just after divorcing Jeremy and looked at apartments that were $2,800 a month. It was a building full of single people, which wasn’t bad for someone just getting divorced. However, Jordan wasn’t looking for anyone and would rather have a place that was more quiet and relaxed.

Bryn opened the door. “Welcome,” he said with a smile.

Jordan gave him a pat on the ass and walked in. The apartment was spacious, with blue track lighting in the kitchen and dining area, faint white track lighting in the living area, and the furniture was all black with wood trim.

Through the glass sliding door, Jordan could see the balcony that she remembered wrapped along the outside of the building without separation, which Jordan did not like, because tenants could walk to any apartment on that floor.

It was good for swingers, but not practical for someone that wants to be left alone.

Jordan pointed to the balcony. “How many women have stopped by?”

Bryn shook his head. “I keep that balcony door locked and draw the blinds after dinner.” He gazed at her. “I was told you were having a horny problem.”

“Yes. Can you help?”

“How about I make you wait until Monday when we are at Dark?”

“That’s an option,” Jordan said, taking off her coat. “But I’m going to find someone to fuck me. If you pass, I’ll call a couple that I know. (Logan and Lori.) They’ll fuck me in a second.” Jordan was somewhat teasing, but her sexual desire was on overdrive. Zizi and Chris, along with the glass of Dark Ice, got Jordan so fired up she would fuck just about anyone right now.

“Actually,” Bryn said, “I think it’s better if we stick to fucking at Dark. I don’t want to confuse things.”

Jordan stared at him for a moment. “Are you serious?”

“I’m afraid so.” He grabbed her coat and handed it to her. “When we enter the room and Dark, turn to your right and keep going. I’ll turn left and meet you. We can fuck then.”

Jordan’s veins pumped with fury. “Why did you ask me over?”

“I didn’t want to be impolite, but I just realized this is a mistake. I’m not looking for a relationship, or a fuck buddy.”

Jordan spun on her heals, flung open the door, and marched out.

83

After leaving the building, she called Lori. “Hey, this is Lori, please leave a message.”

“Shit!” Jordan called Logan’s cell phone number, but also got a voicemail. She then called, Kady.

She answered on the first ring. “Hey.”

“Kady, it’s Jordan.”

“Um, yes. I know. What’s going on?”

“I need you.”

“Really? Awe…that’s cute.”

“Where can we meet?”

“Well, it will be difficult.”

“Why?”

“I’m on a private jet with Ryan, heading to Atlanta for a concert.”

“I thought he was at Flavour?”

“He was. Now he is on a plane.”

“Oh. Well, have fun.” Jordan hung up and dialed Vanessa.

“Hey Jordan. I’m busy, what’s up?”

“I need sex.”

“That is certainly getting to the point,” Vanessa laughed. “Unfortunately, the store is still packed.”

“I can’t believe this,” Jordan huffed. “Okay, I’ll let you go.”

Jordan stood on the sidewalk, thinking about her options. She could go to a bar and pick up some guy, but that did not sound all that appealing. She then thought of another option. Jordan dialed the phone.

“What do you want?” Jeremy asked.

“I need to fuck.”

“I’m not falling for that again.”

“Seriously. I need it. Are you at the restaurant?”

“Yes, but don’t come here. I don’t want to see you ever again. I sent twelve checks out to waitresses that I treated like shit. Now, I’m moving on with my life. No more restaurant…no more teasing ex-wife.”

Jordan was desperate. “That’s not fair. I let you fuck me when you were with Kady.”

“Yeah, but then you stole Kady away from me and gave her to Ryan Gil.”

Jordan wiped a bead of sweat that drizzled down her face. “You’re not going to get a better chance to fuck me.”

“I don’t want to fuck you. Leave me alone.”

Jeremy hung up.

84

The cab dropped Jordan off at the condo. She paid the driver and climbed out, seeing that young female German woman walking inside the door. Jordan practically sprinted to the door, pressed in the access code, then went inside. The girl stood at the elevator.

“Hey,” Jordan said, almost out of breath. “Do you speak English?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?”

Jordan raised her hand and smiled. “I didn’t mean to be offensive. It’s just that I heard you and your friends speaking German at the pool.”

“We speak several languages. What do you want?”

“Do you remember me?”

“Of course.”

The elevator door opened. They entered and the young woman pressed the number eight.

“Would you mind if I come over?” Jordan asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

The woman took a step back. “It’s kind of creepy how you approached me.”

Jordan’s heart pumped as if she was about to explode. “But I’m guessing it was okay what we did at the pool.”

“Actually, you invited yourself over to us. If we wanted you to join us, one of us would have asked. But we’re nice people and we felt sorry for you.”

“You felt sorry for me?”

“We didn’t want to be rude, but you’re too old for us.”

“Too old? I’m only forty-two!”

“Yeah, and we are twenty-two. It’s disturbing how you hounded us like that.”

The door opened and the young woman hurried into the corridor.

As the door closed, a tear spilt from Jordan’s eye.

85

When the bedroom door closed, the walls actually shook. Jordan snatched the Dark Ice bottle off the nightstand and chugged down several gulps. She wiped her mouth and slammed the bottle down.

After debating what to do, Jordan practically tore off her clothes. She opened the nightstand drawer, snatched up the flesh dildo and grabbed the oil. She lubed both the handheld dildo and the dildo mounted on the wall.

Jordan chugged down more Dark Ice then sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to feel her warm buzz return.

A minute passed, then fifteen minutes. Jordan had not moved. She had become dazed from the amount of Dark Ice she had sucked down.

She forced herself to stand, then lubed up both dildos again, making sure they were plenty slick. She poured oil on her hands and rubbed it between her fingers. She knelt down, pressed her fingers inside her ass to loosen it, and then inside her pussy.

The Dark Ice finally took control.

On her hands and knees, Jordan pushed her ass to the wall mounted dildo, easing it inside. She then grabbed the other dildo and moved it inside her pussy.

Jordan felt the world slip away, as her skin turned moist with sweat and her veins became hot with passion.

She rammed the dildo in her pussy while thrusting back into the wall dildo. The wetness inside her increased and the orgasms became more powerful. Her legs quivered as she continued stuffing both dildos inside of her.

Jordan closed her eyes and began moaning. Her muscles became weak, but her orgasms remained strong. “Fuck me,” she groaned to herself. “Drive those cocks in me…”

The wall dildo went deep into her ass, while the other dildo plunged up with all the force she could muster.

It was at that moment that Jordan had such a potent orgasm, a gush of wetness flowed from her pussy and to her hand that held the dildo. She fell forward, landing face-first on the floor. She could not move for several moments.

Then, she willed herself back to her hands and knees, snatched the dildo from the floor, then backed up to the wall.

Jordan formed a grin and started over.

86

The cell phone rang next to her on the nightstand. Jordan peeled her eyes open, realizing that she had been sleeping. She glanced at the clock seeing it was seven PM, then answered the ringing phone. “Hello?”

“This is a representative from Dark,” the female said. “Can I have your identity number please?”

Jordan closed her eyes. “My identity number is nine.”

“Excellent. I was just calling to see if-”

“Yes, I’ll be there on Monday.” Jordan pressed END on the cell phone and dropped it down on the nightstand.

As she drifted back to sleep, an idea popped in her head. Actually, it was more like a vision.

Jordan flung off the blankets, sat on the side of the bed, snatched her cell phone up, and called Bryn. “I need a favor.”

“I’m not going to fuck you until we meet at Dark.”

“That’s not the favor. I just want you to tell me where the building is.”

“Why?”

“Just tell me.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble and kicked out.”

“Let me worry about that.” Jordan stood up. “Tell me, or I’ll let them know who broke in and stole the Dark Ice.”

Bryn sighed. “Okay. I’ll see you in a half hour.”

87

Bryn picked her up in a black BMW 3 Series Sudan and drove to Lebanon, which was just outside of Nashville. By the time they arrived, it was ten o’clock. The small town seemed to have turned in for the night with a desolate atmosphere.

Bryn maneuvered through the streets. “It’s just up ahead. The Dark building is huge. I would guess about five hundred thousand square feet.”

“Any security?” Jordan asked.

“Some. Two rent-a-cops that are probably smoking weed in the parking lot.”

“How would you know that?”

Bryn smiled. “Because, that’s what they were doing when I broke in the place.”

“There might be more security now.”

Bryn shut off the lights as they approached the building. “Are you here to steal some Dark Ice?”

“No.” Jordan looked around. “Turn your lights back on and pull into the parking lot.”

“Someone might see us.”

“I want them to see us,” Jordan said.

Bryn flicked the lights back on and continued forward. “I don’t get why we are here? If they see us, we’re finished at Dark.”

A set of blue flashing lights appeared, illuminating the parking lot.

Jordan snapped off her seatbelt. “Stop. I’m getting out.” She opened the door as Bryn slammed on the breaks. “You can go home. Thanks for the ride.” Jordan slammed the door shut.

Bryn rolled the window down. “Jordan, get back in here! You’re going to ruin everything.”

“Go home,” Jordan said as the security vehicle pulled up.

Bryn did a u-turn and sped away.

The security officer climbed out, flicked on a flashlight, and approached Jordan. “This is a restricted area,” he said, shining the light in her face. “Call whoever that was that just dropped you off and tell them to come back.”

Jordan pulled in a deep breath. “I want to speak with Ellison Greer, the owner of Dark.”

“Ellison does not meet with anyone in the parking lot at night.”

“Call him right now. Tell him it’s Jordan Rowe.”

The security guard lowered his flashlight and debated what to do next. “How important is this? I don’t want to disturb Mr. Greer over something trivial.”

Jordan stepped forward. “I promise you that this will be the most important phone call Mr. Greer has ever received.”

88

Ellison Greer had an amusing demeanor even though it was now after midnight. He even dressed up in a sports coat, light blue shirt, and dark blue tie. He had a tuft of gray hair remaining and thin glasses. After he and Jordan spoke for just over an hour, he formed a pleasant grin.

Becket walked in the office looking frazzled. His hair stuck up on the side and his eyes were red with exhaustion. He wore a wrinkled t-shirt and gym shorts. “What hell is this?” he asked, glaring at Jordan. “She can’t be here.”

Ellison pointed to a chair. “Sit down. We need to discuss something.”

Becket’s eyes bounced from his father, to Jordan, back to his father. “What’s going on?”

“Sit,” Ellison said with a stern tone.

Becket plopped down on a chair. “Is she suing us?”

Jordan cocked her head. “You’re father told me everything.”

Becket looked at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because,” Ellison said with a gratifying smile. “Jordan just paid five million for Dark, along with everything that Dark owns. That includes the Dark Ice and the restaurant we just purchased.”

“But…” Becket looked like he had been slapped in the face. “I was supposed to inherit all that from you.”

Ellison shook his head. “After this deal, I’ll have over ten million in the bank. Isn’t that enough?”

Becket narrowed his eyes. “I wanted Dark.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen.” Ellison stood and shook hands with Jordan. “It was a pleasure doing business with you. I’ll have my lawyers draw up the paperwork. Good luck with everything.” Ellison left the office without even glancing at his son.

Jordan locked her eyes on Becket. “I want everyone here tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.” She leaned forward. “That means everyone.” Jordan stood and grabbed her coat. “Will you have a problem working for me?”

Becket remained in the chair, gazing at the floor. “No, ma’am.”

“Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.”

89

The entire staff gathered in a meeting room. Jordan stood in front of them, shaking her head. “All of you did a good job for me as a client of Dark. I’m very impressed.”

Jordan looked at Zizi. “I know that twice you stole the key from my pocket while I was in Dark. You made a copy and gave it to your husband.” Jordan looked at Chris. “And you became my masked intruder, which brought the Dark experience outside of these walls.”

Chris rolled his eyes up. “Sorry for torturing you...” He flushed. “Especially for the fingers-in-the-ass thing.”

Jordan smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry for zapping you with a Tasor and squeezing your dick while you were trying to cum.” Jordan looked at Zizi and winked. “Your husband is very good at his job.”

“I know,” Zizi said without expression.

Jordan gazed at the crowd of staff members. The reality was, there was only one client each day, six days a week. That meant during each session, there was a client and eighteen other staff members pretending to be clients. It was their job to make Dark the perfect sexual experience. Ellison could not leave that up to chance by having nineteen actual clients in the room.

Instead, he needed actors.

Jordan ignored the other ninety staff members that worked Tuesday through Saturday. Instead, she walked by the eighteen that worked on Monday who were inside Dark with her. She made them each wear their identity number on a cheap nametag.

Jordan gazed at number one…which was Lori.

“You tracked me down at the Tennessee Social Club,” Jordan said. “You made sure my sexual experiences would last, making me think that Dark had changed my life.”

Lori looked up. “I wouldn’t trade a second of our time together. We became great friends.”

Jordan glanced at Logan sitting next to her. His identity number in Dark was five. Jordan leaned forward and kissed Logan on the forehead. She then gave Lori a long kiss on the lips. “I want us to remain great friends.”

“We will,” Lori said. “And by the way, Logan is my real husband.”

“I know,” Jordan said with a smile.

She strolled to the next person, which was a woman that did a belly shot off Vanessa when they were at the Cadillac Ranch.

Jordan continued forward, seeing the young German woman that she had sex with at the condo pool and fought with at the elevator. The woman blushed and forced a grin. “I was just acting. Sorry if I was rude.”

“Not a problem,” Jordan said. “You did your job to perfection.”

Jordan saw the other two young German men as well.

She swept her eyes over the room. It was incredible to think that Jordan had sex with most of them in Dark and some of them outside of Dark, but she had never made the connection.

She looked at Mitch, who met Jordan at Fuel and fucked her in the parking lot after a role playing scheme supposedly went wrong with his wife. Mitch’s so-called wife was sitting in the chair next to him. On the chair next to her, was the guy she fucked in her car that night. All three of them probably fucked Jordan at some point in Dark.

Jordan noticed three more women that did belly shots off Vanessa at the Cadillac Ranch. Sitting next to them was the female customer representative that called Jordan and the same woman that was number six in Dark.

Jordan’s eyes then fell on Bryn.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Don’t ever break into this building again. If you are going through a Dark Ice withdrawal, ask me for some more.”

Bryn kissed her on the cheek. “I will.”

Jordan stood tall, keeping her eyes on Bryn. “That was quite a story you told me about the dangers of Dark Ice. You even had your brother go along.”

Bryn shrugged his shoulders. “It was Ellison’s idea to warn you of the dangers.”

“Yeah, but after I was hooked.”

Bryn opened his mouth to say something, but then stayed quiet.

Jordan walked to the center of the room, facing her new staff of just over a hundred employees, her eyes sweeping over the group. Her eyes then locked on Lori. “By the way, you will not be a pretend-client anymore.” She then looked at Logan. “Neither will you.”

Lori said in a low voice, “We understand.”

Jordan smiled. “I want you both in charge of the new Dark restaurant.”

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