by Rowe, Jordan
“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.
20
What the fuck was that? Jordan thought, being cooled by the spray of mist. The thought of being gangbanged by five men had never crossed her mind. Her body felt spent, but still tingled from the orgasmic sensation.
For some reason, Jordan was positive that none of those five men had been the one she had fallen in love with last week. She decided to give him a name, instead of thinking of him as ‘some guy.’
Bobby. No, that sounded like a Nashville hillbilly. Adam. No wait, Allen.
Someone bumped into her. “Sorry,” the female voice said. “Did I hurt you?”
Jordan remained on her back. “Of course not.”
“Are you just resting?”
“Kind of.” Jordan did not know what to say. “Do you want to lie next to me?”
“I…how about I lay on you?”
Jordan grinned. “That works.”
The woman fumbled her hands along Jordan’s legs, then bent Jordan’s knees back to her head. Suddenly, Jordan felt the warm tongue buried in her pussy.
Jordan did not know how long she had been lying there as the warm mist sprayed her body and the warm tongue licked her with an endless amount of energy. Surprisingly, no one else joined them, or bumped into them. In fact, Jordan could not hear any of the other guests in the room.
The woman finished and crawled on top of Jordan. “How was that?” she asked.
“Amazing,” Jordan whispered. “Do you want the same treatment?”
The woman had a strong, thin body, with average size breasts that smashed together with Jordan’s own breasts. “Do you have anymore of that Dark Ice in your room?”
“No. I drank it all.” Jordan suddenly felt uncomfortable.
“I wasn’t going to go in your room. I just thought if you had any left, you could get it and we could split it.”
“I understand.” Jordan wondered how they would find each other in the pitch black darkness, but refrained from asking. It was a mute point anyway, because she sucked down the two shots of Dark Ice in her room.
The woman kissed Jordan on the nose. “Ooops. Sorry. I was trying to kiss your cheek.”
Jordan wrapped her arms around the woman and spun both their bodies around so that Jordan was on top and the woman was on the bottom. Their skin was soaked from the constant mist. Jordan slid down, gliding her tongue and fingers along the woman’s breasts, stomach, then found her pussy. The woman reached out and placed her hand on the back of Jordan’s head. She pushed Jordan’s face down to the pussy.
Normally, Jordan would not enjoy being forced to do something like this, but the aggressiveness made Jordan that much more excited. She licked and rammed her finger inside the woman at the same time.
The woman grabbed Jordan’s hair and heaved a deep moan.
Jordan swallowed a surge of wetness and continued fingering and licking. She could barely breathe, but continued with all the strength she had left.
The woman screamed while clutching Jordan’s hair. Jordan removed her finger and licked up the wetness.
The woman let go. Her heavy breathing could easily be heard. “You’re good at doing that,” she said.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Jordan said. She began crawling back to her room.
Just before she arrived, a voice whispered, “Is that you?”
21
A sudden rush of excitement tingled Jordan’s skin. She recognized the voice. “I made up a name for you,” Jordan said.
The man found her hand in the darkness. “Really? What is it?”
“Allen.”
“Interesting.”
“How so?”
“I have a brother named Allen.”
Jordan pulled him close and they both laid on their sides, face-to-face. She could feel his warm breath as the mist in the room continued to moisten their skin. “How did you find me?” she asked, keeping her voice low.
“I’ve been waiting and hoping that you would crawl right by me.” He paused. “I also figured out that your room is number nine.”
Jordan felt a pang of guilt. She was off fucking five men at the same time, then getting together with a woman. Meanwhile, the man she had supposedly fallen for last week patiently searched for her.
“How did you know which room was mine?” Jordan asked, inching her body closer to him.
“I figured out last week when we bumped into each other that this was your room.” He lowered his voice, barely making a sound. “I’m number nineteen.”
Jordan pressed her lips against his, then whispered, “Hello number nineteen.” She reached between his legs, grabbing hold of his semi-hard cock.
Surprisingly, he pushed her hand away. “I have to tell you something.”
“I already know what it is. You have trouble getting hard. But I solved that problem last week.”
“It’s not that.” He pressed his body close to hers, then whispered in her ear, “The Dark Ice they are giving the guests has ingredients to make you feel aroused. The effects last about thirty hours. Once it wears off, you will crave for more and then become depressed.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I snuck a small vile out and gave it to my brother Allen to test. He’s a chemistry professor at the University of Memphis.”
Jordan rubbed her hand on his shoulder, keeping her voice low. “What ingredients are in Dark Ice?”
“High amounts of Ranfofia, which is psychoactive drug that crosses the blood-brain barrier and acts primarily on the central nervous system, disrupting how your brain functions. It stimulates your mood, increases your blood flow, and even changes your behavior.”
“Do you mean it can make a person do things that they would not normally do?”
“Exactly. And it can even alter your senses, or break down warning signals of what you previously thought was wrong. For example, you certainly believe that driving through a school zone at one hundred miles per hour is wrong, but on Ranfofia, you would not consider the dangers.”
This was a lot for Jordan to take in, but it certainly explained her recent change of behavior. “What are the side effects?”
“Hallucinations. Depression. It also blocks your mind from feeling pain, but your pleasure senses are heightened. You can put your hand over a fire right now and it would probably excite you.”
For some reason, Jordan had a sudden realization of when she was with those five men. Being fucked in the ass did not hurt like she expected. “Are there any other side effects?”
“I suppose the most dangerous thing is addiction. Eventually, your body will not be able to function without the Dark Ice. If you go too long without it, then your mind and body will completely shut down. You will feel intense pain, become sleep deprived, not eat, and then you will become susceptible to seizers and death.”
“Dark Ice can do all that?” Jordan could not believe this was happening.
“Yes, which is why you need to stop drinking it.”
“But…” Jordan did not know what to say. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get a sample to the police, or maybe the FBI. Someone has to stop these people.” He moved away from her, then whispered. “Just stop drinking it and do not come back here.”
Before Jordan could respond, he crawled away.
22
The lights in the small room came to life. Jordan showered, then dressed, gazing at the two empty shot glasses. She still felt like she could crawl back into the large room and have sex with a few more people. Her body did not understand the dangers of Dark Ice. She could not imagine staying away from this place. Dark had a hold of her and she did not want to fight the relentless craving.
Jordan was already addicted.
She stripped off her clothes, crawled toward the wall, then banged on it. Suddenly, the lights turned off, followed by the sound of the wall opening. She crawled forward and entered the large area of Dark. The warm mist had stopped. She wondered if everyone had gone.
This depressed Jordan. She craved sex more than ever, despite the warnings she had been given just a few moments ago.
Jordan laid down on the soft, wet surface. She listened, hoping to hear a moan in the distance from someone having sex. She would then crawl to the sound and join them.
Between her legs, the agony to have sex had grown in even stronger. Even the wetness on the floor seemed to pleasure her skin.
A splashing sound appeared from her right. Jordan turned her head, gazing into the darkness. Someone was crawling near her. “Hello?” she said, hoping her voice reached the person.
“Hello?” The voice was female. “Where are you?”
Jordan remained on her back. She slapped the wet surface and said, “I’m over here. Follow the sound.”
The woman did not respond.
Jordan continued slapping the wet floor while anticipating the arrival of the woman, ecstatic that someone else remained in the room.
Suddenly, a soft hand touched her arm, followed by a warm body. The woman lowered herself on top of Jordan. Her plump breasts rested on Jordan’s chest, pressing the nipples together. Jordan reached up with both hands, pulling the woman as close as possible. The woman had a bit of weight, but still sexy to the touch. Jordan raised her hips so that their pussies melded together.