DARK (14 page)

63

Inside the limo were Kady and Lori, both dressed the exact same as Jordan and Vanessa, wearing black outfits and brown leather boots.

“What the hell is going on?” Jordan asked.

Kady laughed. “You didn’t tell her yet?”

“No,” Vanessa said with a grin.

Lori grabbed a pink box and pulled out a long wedding veil. “I bought this on the way over here. How does it look?”

“Amazing,” Vanessa said. “Good choice.”

Jordan was confused. “Wait, who is getting married?” She looked at Kady. “Did Ryan ask you?”

“I wish,” Kady said. “But no.”

Jordan looked at Lori. “Are you and Logan having a second wedding?”

“We just got married three years ago,” Lori said.

Jordan suddenly burned with jealously as her eyes locked on Vanessa. “Who the fuck asked you to marry them? Were you even dating anyone? Was it some rich country star, or some guy from London that just swept you away?”

Vanessa giggled. “Wow…I never realized how protective you are over me. But relax, none of us are getting married.”

“Well,” Kady said. “That’s not entirely true.”

“Good point,” Lori said. “We’re all getting married tonight.”

Jordan narrowed her eyes. “I’m confused.”

Vanessa leaned close to Jordan and gave her a long kiss. She then whispered in her ear, “You’ll see.”

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Lori put the veil on first. “This brings back memories.”

They went into the Wildhorse Saloon, marched directly to the bar and did shots of Tequila, celebrating Lori’s last night of freedom. (At least, that is what everyone in the bar thought.) The four of them danced, did more shots, then paid some cute guy in a cowboy hat, tight jeans, and boots to carry Lori around the bar on his shoulders. After every lap the entire bar did a shot.

Jordan, Vanessa, and Kady yelled things like, “Ride that fucking cowboy!” And, “Smack his ass to speed him up!”

Next, they strolled down the street yelling and waving at passing cars, and eventually arrived at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. It was Kady’s turn to wear the veil and celebrate her last night out as a free woman. She got on stage with a local country band and sang, This is My Kind of Place, by Ryan Gil.

They stumbled to the next bar called the Cadillac Ranch. Vanessa took a turn wearing the veil. Vanessa laid on the bar, pulled her dress up above her panties and just below her chest. The bartender poured vodka in Vanessa’s bellybutton. Jordan leaned down and sucked on the bellybutton until all the vodka was gone. She then patted Vanessa on her pussy before leaving.

The other two bride’s maids took turns doing belly shots off Vanessa’s stomach, along with four other women from the bar and one barmaid. They danced, drank, and leaned backwards on the bar as the bartender poured vodka down their throats. People in the bar continued to buy them more shots and drinks.

By this time, Jordan, Vanessa, Kady, and Lori were plastered. The limo driver took them to Mai Nightclub where Vanessa had a table reserved. The club was packed. Blue and pink lights glimmered, the music pumped, and everyone drank and danced.

Jordan had felt uncomfortable at first wearing the veil, since she really did not have any luck with the whole marriage thing. But her friends were having way too much fun and it was infectious. Jordan and the group did some kind of shots that tasted like candy canes, then hurried to the dance floor.

Whenever some guy would hit on Kady, she would yell back in this obnoxious voice, “One time in band camp, I…” (She would say something different each time.)

A hot waitress wearing a half t-shirt and tiny jean shorts stood on the bar with a can of whipped cream. Lori was the first to line up and open her mouth, then receive the tasty treat. Jordan and Vanessa took their turns. But when Kady opened her mouth, she started having laughing fit. The whip cream went in her hair. Kady fell on the floor, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.

Jordan and Lori took Kady to the restroom, shoved her head under the sink, and cleaned off her hair as best they could. Now, Kady’s hair was sticking up in every direction, but she could not stop laughing, so it was actually cute.

After the four of them did another shot of something, Jordan started a giggling fit, followed by Lori, Vanessa, and of course, Kady, who never stopped. Jordan stumbled backwards and was caught by some guy. She smiled and said in her best medieval princess voice, “Thank you kind sir.” She then busted out laughing again, stumbled forward and fell again. Thankfully, she was caught by the same guy.

Vanessa wrapped her arm around Jordan and said to the guy, “Sorry, she’s kind of dunk…wait, she’s dunk.” Vanessa began laughing so hard she snorted. “I can’t say dunk!”

Lori and Kady interlocked their arms and joined Vanessa and Jordan. They stumbled through the crowd, then walked right into a wall mirror, thinking that it was a continuation of the bar. The four of them dropped to the floor in a massive laughing fit.

The bouncers gently picked them up and started guiding them to the exit. Lori yelled, “My friend is looking for a straight white man that’s gay! Does anyone know him?”

Vanessa continued laughing and said, “I’m really dunk! I can’t say dunk! I’m dunk!”

Jordan wobbled toward a guy that had his arm around a woman. Jordan slurred, “If you men would learn to shut up, you would get more blow jobs.”

The bouncers continued their attempt to hold the four women up and escort them to the door.

Kady said to a really short guy, “I’m sorry honey. But there is a height requirement to get on this ride.”

“I’m dunk!” Vanessa giggled. “Did I just say it right?”

Jordan stumbled into the bouncer. She looked up at him and slurred, “They should move the room around more; I would be able to walk better.”

Lori said to her bouncer, “If you people wanted us to be sober, then this place really needs to have less booze and more orgies.”

Kady broke away from her bouncer just before they arrived at the exit. She said to a guy that had his arm around a woman, “Attach a vibrator to your tongue. That’s the way to a woman’s heart.” She snorted and began laughing.

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” the bouncer said, taking her arm.

Outside, the four of them crawled into the limo. Lori opened the roof, stood up, and yelled at the crowd waiting outside the club, “Hey everyone! I’m going to have sex with my three girlfriends!” She giggled and fell back down into the limo.

Jordan leaned toward Lori and slurred, “I am…fucking wasted.” She kissed Lori on her sweaty neck and asked, “So, you’re having sex with your three girlfriends?”

Lori pointed to Vanessa and Kady who had already stripped off their clothes and were kissing. “Um…yes I am.”

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Kady was on the bottom of the sixty-nine, Vanessa on top. Both licked and sucked with pure drunken hunger. They fingered each other, licked up the wetness, then fingered some more.

Jordan had become infatuated with Lori’s plump breasts. They both had stripped completely naked. Lori sat on the leather seat and Jordan climbed on top of her so that their pussies rubbed together. Jordan lifted Lori’s right breast and they both licked the nipple with the tips of their tongues. Jordan then grabbed both of Lori’s tits, smashed them together and sucked as much as she could take in her mouth.

Jordan turned around, grabbed Lori by the thighs, and rubbed her ass along Lori’s chest, down her stomach, and aggressively rubbed their pussies together. Lori dipped her finger inside Jordan’s ass and fucked the hole. Jordan squeezed Lori’s thighs while having a fierce orgasm.

Lori removed her finger, shoved Jordan forward so that she was on her knees and facedown on the other seat. Lori then placed her mouth on Jordan’s pussy and tongue-fucked her from behind.

Vanessa and Kady crawled behind Lori. Vanessa put three fingers into Lori’s pussy, while Kady put a finger into Lori’s ass. Lori continued tongue-fucking Jordan. Both of them had one orgasm after another.

Kady and Lori then sprawled out on the leather seats, facing each other. Jordan and Vanessa did the same on the other seat. Vanessa whispered, “So, did you have fun tonight?”

Jordan melded her body close to her best friend. “I had a fucking blast,” she said, kissing Vanessa.

66

On Monday, Jordan decided to leave the condo early and walk to the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage. Her cell phone rang with the caller ID saying, IDIOT II. “Did you sell your restaurant yet?” Jordan asked, crossing the street. The air turned a bitter cold. She had on a long blue wool coat, boots, and blue wool cap, but she was still shivering.

“The paperwork will go through at the end of the month,” Jeremy said. “Actually, it will be on your birthday.”

“Your restaurant has nothing to do with me, or my birthday.”

“Whatever. I did not call you to discuss my business.”

Jordan walked by Flavour and saw Vanessa through the window, but she looked busy. Jordan continued forward, knowing that she had to meet Zizi anyway. “Then why did you call?”

“I know that you are getting married.”

Jordan stopped in her tracks. A man had been walking behind her and slammed into her back. He gave her a dirty look then scurried away.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jordan asked.

“One of my buddies saw you in the Mai club. He took some nice pictures of you wearing a veil and then pictures of your drunk ass friends making fools out of themselves.”

Jordan smiled and continued walking. “Well, I thought maybe I’d give marriage another try.”

“Who is he?”

“What do you mean?”

“The guy you are marrying?”

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t know…yes…it matters!”

“Well, I learned a lot from my last two marriages.”

“Don’t be a bitch. Just tell me his name and what he does for a living.”

“It’s not a man.”

“What?”

“I’m marrying Vanessa.” Jordan held the phone away from her mouth so she could laugh.

“Are you fucking shitting me?”

“No. We are in love. I should have married her in the first place.”

Jordan arrived at 4th & Commerce Parking Garage, attempting to contain her giggling. She could hear Jeremy’s breathing through the phone. He finally said, “Well, same-sex marriage is banned in Tennessee.”

“That’s okay,” Jordan said in a pleasant voice. “Vanessa and I don’t really care about the marriage. We just like the same-sex.”

Jordan hung up with a smile on her face.

67

Zizi was dressed in her usual tight white blouse, snug black skirt, black stockings, and black tennis shoes. For the first time, Jordan wondered what Zizi would look like in other clothes.

Zizi opened the limousine door as Jordan approached. “Welcome back.”

“Aren’t you cold?” Jordan asked.

“I like the cold. It makes my nipples hard.” Zizi smiled and pointed inside the limo. “Get in.”

Jordan laughed and crawled inside. Two tumblers of Dark Ice were on the tiny fridge. She sucked one of them down before Zizi had pulled the limo out of the garage. Jordan licked her lips and leaned back in the leather seat, thinking about her last few limo experiences and all the sex she had in the past week.

Jordan noticed Zizi’s sharp eyes in the review mirror. “Can you please raise the partition? I want a little privacy.”

“No problem.”

After the partition was all the way up, Jordan opened her coat, unzipped her jeans, and lowered them to her thighs. She leaned forward and took a sip from the other tumbler of Dark Ice.

She pulled her panties to the side and began rubbing the edge of her clit. The Dark Ice surged through her body, taking away every care in the world.

Jordan continued rubbing the top of her clit, feeling the wetness increase. She could not wait to arrive at Dark. She kept her fingers firm on her pussy while using her other hand to scoop up the tumbler and drink down the rest of the Dark Ice. She placed the tumbler back on the fridge and continued rubbing the top of her clit.

She had a trivial orgasm that was like a tease to her sexual emotions. She continued rubbing the edge of her clit while using her other hand to rub the rest of her pussy. She dipped one finger in, then a second, followed by a third. A surge of wetness provided a mind blowing orgasm. She shoved a fourth finger inside and continued rubbing with her other hand.

Jordan grunted much louder than intended, feeling a sense of relief.

It took a few moments before she was able to pull up her jeans and zip them. She then opened the fridge and put on the black silk mask.

Jordan was plenty warmed up for her Dark experience.

68

Inside the small room at Dark, Jordan took off her coat and placed it on the back of the leather chair. She noticed two more shot glasses of Dark Ice on the small iron table.

The television screen popped on. “Hello everyone, this is Becket. First, I would like to welcome all of you back to your third session of Dark.”

Jordan took off her sweater, shirt, and bra, then did a shot of Dark Ice while listening to Becket.

“In a few minutes, we will lower the lights and you can go inside. Last week, two people knocked their heads together. They are okay, but once again, we encourage you to move slowly throughout the room. I know it can be difficult at times, but a cracked skull won’t do much for your sexual pleasures.” He let out a cheesy laugh.

Jordan rolled her eyes, kicked off her boots, slid off each sock, then lowered her jeans and underwear.

“Another person had dropped out this week, so we are down to seventeen people. We ask that you do not discuss anything personal with the other clients while inside Dark.”

Jordan looked up at the screen. She already knew which person supposedly dropped out. It was the same person that warned her not to drink the Dark Ice and never return to this place.

The lights began to dim.

“Well,” Becket said, “Enjoy your Dark experience.” The screen went black.

Jordan eyed her clothes and considered redressing. She then gazed at the second shot of Dark Ice.

She scooped up the shot, drank it down, placed the shot glass on the table, then lowered to her knees. The room turned pitch black, followed by the sound of the wall opening. Jordan crawled forward and entered the massive room, looking around at the lit numbers located high above. Number six was not lit.

Neither was number nineteen.