DARK (7 page)

25

When Detective Tracy Daane arrived, Jordan had coffee ready. They each took a seat at the dining room table. Daane started the conversation. “You wanted to see me and discuss your case?”

“Yes.” Jordan picked up her mug of coffee, but placed it back down on the table. “He came back.”

Daane cocked her head. “Excuse me?”

“The intruder. He was here again tonight wearing a different mask.”

“Why didn’t you call 911?”

Jordan took a long moment to answer. “He made me…masturbate.”

Daane pushed her coffee mug to the side. “So he watched your masturbate?”

“Yes.”

“Did he masturbate as well?”

“Yes.”

“How did he make you do that? Did he threaten you with a gun? A knife?”

“No.” Jordan let out a deep sigh. “That’s why I called you. It was like I actually enjoyed doing that for him.”

“I’m not following.”

Jordan avoided the hard gaze from Daane. “I had an orgasm as if being in that dangerous position aroused me.”

“Did he cum?”

“Yes.”

“Where did this happen? We can get his DNA.”

“He…” Jordan cleared her throat. “He handcuffed me in the tub, then washed the sheets on my bed and cleaned me. Afterwards, he even made the bed.”

“That’s convenient,” Daane said. “So there is no evidence of an intruder.”

“I wouldn’t think so.”

“Why did you call me?”

Jordan forced herself to look at Daane. “I want you to drop this case.”

“The man attacked you. His emotions could escalate to something more dangerous. Aren’t you the least bit concerned?”

“I know it’s wrong, but-”

“Do you fantasize about being sexually attacked?”

Jordan shifted in the chair. “No.”

“There is a big difference between fantasy and reality. You are skirting the line between both of them.”

Jordan actually became annoyed. “You do not know one thing about me!”

“I know your type. You have sexual urges and some of those urges are dangerous. But if your fantasy actually came true, you would realize that it is much more horrible than you could have ever imagined.”

“I want you to leave,” Jordan said, sprouting from her chair. “If I need a lecture, I’ll call you back.”

Daane stood. “Thanks for the coffee and the stimulating conversation.” She marched out, slamming the door from behind.

Jordan tore off her clothes and went to bed.

26

The morning sun had barely tipped over the Downtown Nashville buildings when Jordan arrived at Baggart Southern Restaurant. Her thoughts bounced from Detective Daane, to Doll Face, and to the fact that she desperately needed sex…again.

Jordan went in the back door and hurried through the dimly lit restaurant, making her way through the kitchen and to her ex-husband’s office.

To Jordan’s shock, a woman was laying naked on the desk as Jeremy-also naked-was fucking her.

He turned his head, seeing Jordan; his skin glowing bright pink. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Jordan had a flashback to the last time she caught Jeremy fucking someone in the office. She remembered gazing at his wedding ring that he still had on.

“Jordan?” he said. “What do you want?”

Jordan shoved him to the side, stripped down naked, pushed the woman flat on the desk, then buried her face inside the woman’s pussy. The woman flinched, but then began enjoying the surprise guest.

Jeremy did not hesitate. He shoved his cock inside of Jordan while she was bent over, as she continued eating out the woman. Jordan tried not to think about who was fucking her, but rather why she needed to be fucked. The last remains of Dark Ice flowed in her system. She craved the sex and did not know where to get her quick fix. She was actually thankful that Jeremy had someone here, so Jordan would not have to fuck him alone.

The woman began rubbing her own pussy, moaning, as Jordan’s face became wet with the woman’s pleasure. Jordan drove her tongue deep inside the woman. She had a clean taste, which actually turned Jordan on even more.

Jeremy grunted, followed by a spurt of warm cum. He released his soft cock from Jordan and stepped back. Jordan stood straight, grabbed a couple of tissues from Jeremy’s desk and wiped herself.

The woman leaned up on her elbows and gave Jordan a grin. “I can clean you up.”

“Sure,” Jordan said. She turned and glared at Jeremy who had already gotten dressed. “Can you excuse us for a few minutes?”

“This is my office! I’m not going anywhere!”

Jordan smiled at the woman. “How about I take you shopping and we look at some sexy new clothes? I know just the place.”

The woman slid off the desk and gave Jordan a long kiss. “Sounds good.” She looked at Jeremy. “I won’t be at work today. You’ll have to find someone else.”

Jordan and the woman dressed and left together.

27

“What’s your name?” Jordan asked as they strolled along the sidewalk of Downtown Nashville. The morning rush of people were scurrying their way to work. Jordan breathed in the brisk air, still feeling a bit of the Dark Ice in her body. She wished it would never wear off, but sooner or later, it will.

“I’m Kady.” She held Jordan’s hand. “You’re Jordan, right?”

“How did you know?”

“He still keeps your wedding picture in his top drawer. He showed me once and spoke highly of you. He actually had tears in his eyes.”

“Was that before you were fucking him?”

“Yeah…why?”

“Did you start having sex with him because you felt sorry for him? Because if you did, then he got what he wanted.”

Kady shook her head. “What a bastard.”

“Exactly,” Jordan said, squeezing Kady’s hand. “But at least you did not marry him. I was more gullible than you were. And I just let him fuck me again, so don’t feel bad.”

“I guess.” Kady heaved a sigh. “I just needed someone. He probably sensed that.”

“Are you married?”

“No, I’ve never been married. But I’ve had plenty of bad breakups.”

Jordan glanced at Kady. She had sandy-blonde hair and skin that showed a sign of aging. Jordan guessed she was in her late forties. She wore a cheap pair of jeans, gray t-shirt, and brown leather jacket that looked second-hand.

“Here’s the place,” Jordan said, still holding Kady’s hand and guiding her into Flavour. “My friend owns the store. I want you to pick out something. It’s on me today.”

Kady’s pulled her hand away. “I’m not a charity case. I can buy my own clothes.”

Jordan could sense that wasn’t entirely true. Jordan also understood that Jeremy underpaid his waitresses, claiming that they would receive big tips because of the high-end customers. The opposite was true. The staff would earn better tips working at Denny’s, where the customers are more down to earth.

“Welcome to Flavour!” Vanessa said, giving Jordan a hug. “I see you brought a friend.”

“Vanessa, this is Kady. She works at the restaurant with Jeremy.”

Vanessa gave Kady a hug. “Oh you poor thing. Jeremy is a piece of shit.”

“I’m beginning to figure that out,” Kady said.

Vanessa stepped back, eyeing both women. “Pick out something. It’s on me today.”

Jordan smiled. “No, I’m buying the outfits. You are running a business.”

Vanessa raised her hands and twirled around. “Do you see any customers? It’s not like people are knocking down the door to get inside.”

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning. Everyone is at work. By six o’clock, this place will be packed.”

Vanessa formed a sly grin. “Well, how open is your friend to visiting the dressing room?”

Jordan rubbed Kady’s shoulder. “I think she’ll be just fine.”

28

Vanessa locked the front door and put up a sign that said, ‘I’ll be back in thirty minutes.’ She then grabbed a button down black sweater, a maroon short skirt, and a pair of three-inch black heels for Kady, and led her and Jordan to the dressing room.

The three of them entered the room and Vanessa closed the door, although it did not matter, because no one could enter the store. “Try the outfit on,” she said to Kady.

“Are we here for me to try on clothes, or have some girl power fun?”

Jordan kicked off her shoes. “Why not both?”

In seconds, the three of the stripped off their clothes. Vanessa sat on the bench, while Jordan kneeled and flicked her tongue on Vanessa’s clit. Kady hesitated for a moment, then stood next to Vanessa and shoved her pussy in Vanessa’s face.

Vanessa licked Kady’s pussy with long, slow strokes. Jordan reached up and grabbed Kady’s ass while continuing to lick Vanessa at the same time. Kady moaned, rubbing Vanessa’s long, silky hair while reaching back and guiding one of Jordan’s fingers into Kady’s ass.

Kady became so wet it streamed through Jordan’s fingers and down Kady’s thigh.

Jordan laid on her back while Kady positioned herself in a sixty-nine. As they licked each other’s pussies, Vanessa took turns licking Kady from behind, then scooting over and licking Jordan.

Kady then sat on Jordan’s face while Vanessa scissored her legs between Jordan’s and rubbed their pussies together. Jordan drove her tongue into Kady and both of them had an intense orgasm at the same time, as a gush of wetness transferred from Vanessa’s pussy to Jordan’s pussy.

The three of them spent the next twenty minutes kissing and lightly grazing their fingers across each other’s moist skin. When they finished, Kady tried on the outfit. She looked stunning. The black button down sweater enhanced her breasts. The maroon skirt was snug, yet becoming on her hips, ass, and thighs. And the black heels brought the whole outfit together.

Vanessa re-opened the store. Jordan and Kady exchanged cell numbers. After Kady left, Jordan stuck around and helped Vanessa clean up a section of lace bras she had been working on. A group of women strolled in the store. Vanessa hurried over to greet them, while Jordan continued placing the bras on hangers and arranging them by size. She noticed one of the women looked familiar.

It was Detective Tracy Daane dressed in blue slacks and white blouse, with a black coat hanging over her arm.

If that wasn’t bad enough, someone else walked into the store wearing her signature tight-fitted white blouse, short black skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and black sneakers.

It was Zizi.

29

Jordan could not escape.

To the left were Detective Daane and her friend looking at skirts. To the right was Zizi, looking over the lace thongs.

“What is wrong with you?” Vanessa asked.

Jordan had not seen her approach. “Nothing…it’s…I have to get out of here.”

“Then go.”

Jordan looked at her. “Can you let me out the back door?”

“Okay…” Vanessa grabbed Jordan by the arm and led her to the dressing room area. “You haven’t been yourself lately. What’s up?”

“It’s nothing.” Jordan gave Vanessa a quick peck on the lips. “Can you let me out?”

“Sure.” Vanessa opened her office door, located at the rear of the dressing rooms. She grabbed a set of keys, unlocked the back door, and opened it. “Call me later. I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“I will,” Jordan lied. She kissed Vanessa on the cheek then hurried to the side alley which led to the front of the store.

When she arrived at the sidewalk, she turned right and stood by the window, attempting to see inside.

Zizi was purchasing a white lace thong and white stockings. Daane was still browsing the skirts with her friend.

Jordan had a multitude of feelings.

Paranoia.

Sexual frustration.

A craving for more Dark Ice.

It was only Tuesday. Her next appointment at Dark seemed months away.

Zizi headed for the front door. Jordan ducked into the alley and waited as Zizi walked by carrying a small shopping bag from Flavour. Jordan then followed Zizi to the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage, up to the fourth level. Once again, the same man approached Zizi at her limo. This time, he guided her behind two parked cars. Jordan hid behind a pole at the level four entrance, frustrated that Zizi and her friend were obscured in the shadows.

Jordan moved closer, dipping behind a red Mustang with white racing stripes. Zizi’s leg was being held up in the air, foot resting on the man’s shoulder, while the other leg kept balance. The man unzipped his pants and fucked her while standing tall.

A soft moan echoed throughout the level. They fucked that way for about three minutes. When finished, Zizi adjusted her skirt and handed him the Flavour shopping bag.

“Can I help you with something?” a voice said from behind.

Jordan stood and turned around. There was a young man dressed in a Tennessee Titans jersey, blue shorts, and a set of keys in his hand.

“I lost my…” Jordan’s mind went blank. What did you she lose? Her keys? Cell phone? Her mind?

“Jordan?” a female voice said.

Jordan did not have to turn around. She already knew that Zizi was standing behind her.

30

As the Tennessee-Titan-Red-Mustang guy sped off, Jordan was forced to deal with Zizi.

“What are you doing here?” Zizi asked.

“I…was getting my car.”

Zizi raised one of her blonde eyebrows. “Do you even own a car?”

Jordan had done enough lying today. Plus, she felt the last of the Dark Ice fade from her system, leaving her with defeated emotions. “I followed you from Flavour.”

“Why?”

Jordan thought about that for a second. Actually, she didn’t know why. “I’m not sure. Curious I guess.”

Zizi looked back, then shifted her feet. “Could you see what we were doing?”

“No…well…yeah.”

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Actually…yes.”

Zizi chuckled. “It’s how my husband and I keep things fresh. He meets me here every Tuesday before lunch.”

“Your husband?”

“Yes, my husband.” Zizi cocked her head. “Did you think I met some stranger and fucked him the parking garage?”

“No…I thought…” Jordan could not believe that a husband and wife would do something like that. If Zizi had told her that she was having an affair, it would have seemed more realistic.

“You thought what?” Zizi asked.

“That he was some married guy meeting you for a quickie. And that…um…you were buying presents for him to take home to his wife.”

Zizi let out a pleasant laugh. “You have quite an imagination.” She paused, staring at Jordan. “How many times have you followed me?”

Jordan felt her skin heat with embarrassment. “Twice.”

“Oh really.” Zizi laughed again. “So you saw him fucking me on the limo last week.”

“Yep.”

“Well, we’ve been caught a few times. My husband pays the security guard fifty bucks to stay off this level on Tuesday’s before noon.”

It was Jordan’s turn to laugh. “It sounds like your husband is a great guy.”

“He’s the best.”

“And I’m assuming the gifts from Flavour are for you.”

“Yes they are,” Zizi said with a grin. “I give them to my husband so he can think about what I’ll be wearing tonight.”

Jordan actually became jealous. “I’m sorry for spying on you.”

“You owe me,” Zizi said with a hard gaze. “Next week, I am going to fuck my husband in the back of the limousine.”

“Let me guess,” Jordan said. “You want me to show up.”

Zizi patted Jordan on the arm. “Don’t be late.”