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Love.

Damn that is a tricky word. Did she have genuine affection for him? Did she care for him? Adore him? Was she just fond of him? Keen on him? Or did she worship the ground he walks on?

Jordan had no idea. Bryn seemed nice, but so did Clayton and so did Jeremy. People change. Or perhaps, Jordan changed others.

On the other hand, Bryn shared the same Dark experience.

Jordan went to put the key in the door and turn the knob at the same time, but the door was not locked. She gazed at it for a moment, then opened it all the way. She knew who was inside waiting for her. It was the same man that stole her condo key why she was inside Dark. The same man that took her iPhone from the pocket and most certainly went through all the contacts and messages.

The masked intruder.

Jordan stepped inside. The sun was about to set, which created a shadow in her living room. This would be the perfect moment to escape and call 911. But instead, she flicked on the light and shut the door.

And locked it.

What the intruder did not know was that Jordan purchased several stun guns and kept them in each room. She had one tucked under the couch, one in the kitchen drawer, under the bathroom sink, one in the laundry room, and one next to her flesh dildo in the nightstand.

Jordan took off her coat, dropped it on the floor, then hurried to the couch, reached down and grabbed the Tasor. It was pink with a wrist strap, LED flashlight, and 800,000 volts that would knock the shit out of anyone.

Jordan flicked off the safety and took cautious steps to the hallway. She looked to the left, seeing the edge of the laundry room and the open door to the bathroom. Jordan then looked to the right, seeing that her bedroom door had been closed.

Once she committed in a certain direction, she had to be correct. If not, the masked intruder would catch her from behind.

Was he in the bedroom? Jordan pretended to be fooled and took a step towards the door, gripping the Tasor. She knew that he hid in either the bathroom, or the laundry room.

As she took another step towards the bedroom door, she sensed him right behind her. She pressed the Tasor and turned, zapping him with 800,000 volts. He fell heavy to the floor, but did not make a sound.

Jordan gazed at his eerie white mask, adorned with salt and pepper hair. His hands twitched under the latex gloves. The body under his pinstriped suit had not moved since he fell. The eyes behind the white mask remained closed.

Jordan made sure the strap on the Tasor stayed tight around her wrist. She kneeled down while staring at the mask. She reached into his pocket and found a single key.

Then, his eyes popped opened.

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The Tasor was snug against his chest, but not turned on. “Are we going to have a problem?” Jordan asked.

He shook his head to the left and right.

“Good. I want you to stand up and walk into the bedroom.”

He blinked several times behind the mask, then used the wall to assist in standing. He stumbled at first, but regained his strength, opened the door, and walked inside the bedroom. Jordan followed close behind, keeping the Tasor in front of her.

Once inside the bedroom, she closed the door.

“I’m not expecting anyone else, but I want to feel like we are the only two people in the world right now.”

He stood by the bed, turned, and gazed at her.

Jordan then looked at the wall opposite the bottom of the bed. He must have been here a while, because he mounted an eight-inch flesh dildo to the lower part of the wall. It looked like something between Adam & Eve and Home Depot.

“Is that for me?” she asked.

He raised his head up, then down.

Jordan showed him the key. “Did you steal this from my coat pocket at Dark?”

He turned his head left and right.

“Then who did?”

He did not respond.

“If I zap you again, will tell me why someone at Dark keeps making a copy of my key so you can come inside my condo?”

He did not respond.

“How did you get the entry code to the door downstairs?”

No response.

“Take your pants off,” she ordered.

He glanced down, then looked at her, blinking several times.

“You have three choices. Take your pants off. Take your mask off. Or I zap you and we start over again.”

His chest began to rise and fall with heavy breathing. He unzipped his pants, lowered them to the ground, then stepped out of them. He was not wearing underwear. His cock was limp, yet extremely thick.

Jordan walked to the nightstand, placed down the key and took a swig of Dark Ice. She then grabbed the black plastic bottle of oil and carried it along with the Tasor to the wall with the mounted dildo. “Get over here,” Jordan ordered.

He stepped toward her. His cock began to rise with anticipation.

Jordan undid the strap of the Tasor and placed it next to her on the floor. She then used the oil to lube the mounted dildo.

“I think we’re ready,” Jordan said, unzipping her pants. “All you have to do is stand there with that big cock in my face. If I need you for something else, I’ll let you know.”

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Jordan only took off her jeans and underwear. She left on her socks, bra, and sweater.

Now on her hands and knees, she eased her pussy into the mounted flesh dildo, pushing all the way back until it was completely inside of her and the solid balls rubbed against her clit.

With a firm hand she reached for his cock, squeezed, then began sucking. She thrust her hips back and forth, gliding the dildo inside her pussy.

He snapped off the latex gloves and dropped them to the floor. Jordan continued sucking and lunging back into the dildo while he grabbed a handful of her hair. She let him do that, because he wasn’t tugging, but rather holding the hair in a fist.

As Jordan felt an orgasm approaching, she jerked him off with more aggressive strokes. The head on his cock swelled in her mouth as she reached with her free hand and massaged his balls. A flood of wetness formed in her pussy and her thighs quivered for a moment. She continued sucking his cock, squeezing his balls, and ramming the dildo into her pussy.

When she felt the pulsation in his balls, she let go, but squeezed the rim around his cock as tight as she could. He grunted, then pulled on her hair, but she would not release. Then, he spoke for the first time…

“Ah shit…let go.” His voice was deep and painful.

Jordan released the cock and was immediately smacked in the face with a surge warm cum. She grabbed his cock again and began stroking. More cum hit her neck, followed by a third shot to the chin.

He continued holding her hair in his fist and gazed down at her. Jordan looked up, meeting with his determined eyes behind the white mask.

He let go of her hair, reached down and grabbed the latex gloves, stomped over to get his pants, then left the room.

A grin formed on Jordan’s wet face.

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Early the next morning, the sun had battled with iron gray clouds, creating a lustrous sky that glossed the buildings in Downtown Nashville. Jordan walked in the back door at Jeremy’s restaurant and had to adjust her eyes to the darkness. Chairs were stacked up on the tables and the bar area was completely empty.

“You keep coming back,” a voice said from the darkness.

Jordan stepped forward. Jeremy sat on the floor in the corner of the restaurant with a bottle of spiced rum in his hand. “It’s a little early to be drinking,” Jordan said, walking closer. “Are you celebrating the sale of your restaurant?”

“Maybe,” Jeremy said, taking a swig. “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?”

“You’re such a moron. I didn’t get married to Vanessa. We were just having a girl’s night out.” She stepped forward again. “Is that why you are drinking?”

“No. It’s because I loved someone and they don’t love me.”

“Bullshit. You loved fucking me. That’s it.”

He gripped the bottle and glared up at her. “I’m not talking about you!” His voice echoed throughout the empty restaurant. “I’m talking about Kady!”

Jordan stepped forward again. “Really? You actually loved her?”

“Yes. And you set her up with a fucking country singer.”

“Well, you should have treated her better. After all, you were fucking her while paying her minimum wage to work her ass off here.”

Jeremy chugged down the rest of the bottle. He then looked up at her. “I need you.”

“Yeah right. Why don’t you call one of your waitresses?”

“None of them will see me. I think Kady warned all of them about me.”

“If you would treat women better, they would not think you’re an asshole.” Jordan unzipped her jeans, pried them open, then moved her panties to the side. “I’ll give you a mercy fuck, because I feel sorry for you. Get over here.”

Jeremy crawled forward, stumbled, and grabbed Jordan by the thighs. He licked the outside of her pussy, then drove his tongue inside. Jordan continued holding her panties while watching him on his knees, licking with sloppy strokes. She could smell the rum from his mouth.

Jordan slightly squatted, opening her pussy so that Jeremy could lick deeper inside of her. He kept one hand on her thigh while rubbing the top of her clit with his fingers.

Jordan leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and felt the pleasant orgasm.

Jeremy stumbled to his feet, yanked down his pants and underwear, then spun her around. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he slurred.

Jordan reached back and grabbed his cock, then turned around while keeping a firm hold on it. She leaned down and grabbed her jeans with the other hand and pulled them up.

Jeremy recoiled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Still with a firm grip, Jordan squeezed the head of the cock and glared at him. “This is your chance.”

“My chance for what?”

“Redemption for all the shit you put me through by fucking around on me. And redemption for all the waitresses that you treated like shit just so you could fuck them in your office.” She compressed her fingers around his cock. “How about it? Are you going to make a sacrifice today?”

Jeremy’s eyes were glazed with a mixture of drunkenness and confusion. “What do you want me to do?”

Jordan slightly twisted his cock. “How much money did you profit from the sale of the restaurant after you paid off the business debts and expenses?”

Jeremy squinted in obvious pain. “Just over a million.”

“Send ten thousand to every waitress you fucked over.” Jordan squeezed and twisted his cock some more. “That includes Kady.”

“Fine!” he grunted. “Just let go!”

Jordan released his cock, zipped up her jeans, then walked away.

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Flavour was packed this morning. Vanessa had been assisting two women near the dressing room. One of her employees was at the register with a line of seven people.

Jordan looked around and discovered the reason the place was so crowded. Ryan Gil stood in the men’s section, signing autographs.

“Jordan!” Vanessa said from the dressing room. “Come here a second.”

Jordan made her way through the crowd of women that were either looking at the clothes merchandise, or the Ryan Gil merchandise.

Jordan gave Vanessa a quick hug. “I’ve never seen it this crowded.”

“I know. Ryan suggested that he come in and give the business a boost. He posted on Facebook and Twitter that he’d be coming to the store this morning. I didn’t realize that we would get smothered a few minutes later.”

“That’s a good thing.” Jordan looked at the clock on her cell phone. “I need to be somewhere.”

“That’s fine.” Vanessa watched as three women approached her with clothes to try on. She opened one dressing room and let them in, then smiled at Jordan. “I wonder if they are going to actually try on clothes, or are they going to be doing something else?”

Jordan smiled. “Maybe we should join them.”

“Too busy,” Vanessa said, looking over the store. “Did you need anything else?”

“Something sexy to wear.”

Vanessa tugged Jordan toward the bustiers and corsets. “This white one just came in.”

Jordan examined the gorgeous white Venice trim corset with a waist cinching lace-up back, white lace panties, and white garters. “Looks perfect.”

Vanessa formed a grin. “Are you planning something for later?”

“It’s not for me.” Jordan gave Vanessa another quick hug. “Go back to work.”

Vanessa hurried off while Jordan paid for the corset, thong, and garters.

With the Flavour bag in hand, she hurried down the street and headed to the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage.

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The back door of the limo opened as Jordan approached. She crawled inside and closed the door behind her, then sat across from Zizi and her husband.

Zizi wore her normal chauffer outfit. “This is my husband, Chris.” He was dressed in a button down black shirt, violet tie, and black slacks.

Jordan gave him a nervous wave, then handed Zizi the Falvour bag. “I hope you like it.”

Zizi looked inside, smiled, then handed it to Chris. He lifted up the corset, examined it, placed it back in the bag, then looked at the thong and garters. “This is great,” he said, setting the bag down next to him. “You have good taste.”

“Thanks,” Jordan said with a slight blush.

Zizi reached under the seat and pulled out a black bottle and a tumbler. “This is where I keep the Dark Ice.” She opened the bottle and filled the tumbler. “I bet you didn’t know that.”

“No,” Jordan said. “Is that for me?”

“Yes.” Zizi handed her the tumbler. “Drink up.”

Jordan sucked it down and placed the tumbler on top of the small refrigerator. “I love that stuff.”

“I’ve never tried it,” Zizi said with a prideful smirk. She turned, wrapped her arms around Chris, and they started kissing.

Jordan drummed her fingers on the seat, wondering what she should do.

Zizi unzipped Chris’s slacks, pulled his cock out, and began stroking and sucking on it.

Jordan felt a small wave of Dark Ice. She still had plenty of it in her system, so the effects should completely take over soon.

She gazed at Zizi giving Chris a prize winning blowjob. Jordan leaned forward and placed her hand on Chris’s thigh. He surprised Jordan by pushing it away.

Jordan took in a deep breath. Her eyes watered and moistness formed between her legs. She touched Zizi’s calf and slowly raised her hand up Zizi’s inner thigh.

Zizi abruptly stopped blowing her husband and pushed Jordan’s hand away. “No touching. Just sit there.”

Disappointed, Jordan leaned back in the seat and watched Zizi lift her skirt while facing Chris, sat on top of him, and he thrust his cock up into her.

Jordan touched herself through her jeans, then unzipped. Zizi turned her head around and said, “Zip your jeans back up. We want you to just sit there and watch. No masturbating. No joining in. That is your punishment for following me.”

Jordan yanked her zipper back up and heaved a sigh. Zizi turned around, faced Jordan, and squatted down on Chris’s cock. She then rubbed his balls with both hands as Chris pumped his cock into Zizi’s pussy. He slid his hands underneath her shirt and squeezed her breasts through the bra.

Zizi closed her eyes, bouncing up and down on Chris’s cock, grunting each time the cock drove into her. Chris grabbed Zizi by the hips and lifted her skirt up higher. He clutched her ass with both hands while Zizi gripped his balls.

She turned slightly and moaned, “Let me know when you are going to cum.”

Zizi leaned forward, placing her hands on both sides of Jordan and gazed into Jordan’s eyes as Chris pumped her from behind.

Jordan squeezed her thighs together, attempting to relieve some of the sexual pleasure, but Zizi pulled Jordan’s thighs apart.

“I’m going cum,” Chris groaned.

Zizi lifted herself off, turned around, and kneeled. Jordan got a nice view from behind of Zizi’s open and wet pussy, which drove Jordan crazy. Zizi jerked his cock and wrapped her mouth around the head. Chris grunted and most likely filled Zizi’s mouth with his cum.

“Can I go now?” Jordan asked.

Zizi wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled. “Sure, honey. You can go. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Chris shoved his cock back into his pants and said, “It was nice meeting you.”

“Whatever,” Jordan said, climbing out of the limo. She hurried down the four levels of the parking garage and made a phone call. When the person answered, Jordan said, “I’m horny. Can we meet?”