by Rowe, Jordan
The woman moaned in Jordan’s ear, then nibbled on the lobe. “Finger me,” she requested. The woman rolled to the side, now kissing Jordan’s neck. Jordan slid two fingers into the woman’s pussy, followed by a third finger in the woman’s ass. The woman whimpered with pleasure and suddenly screamed. She then reached over and gave Jordan the same treatment.
Together they finger-fucked each other’s pussies. Jordan wanted to cum, but for some reason, could not. Her skin became warm with a mixture of frustration and passion. Jordan removed her fingers from the woman. “I need to cum,” Jordan begged. “Help me.” Jordan thought her voice sounded foreign. This wasn’t her. She’d never spoken that way.
The woman made sure Jordan was once again flat on her back. The woman then smacked Jordan’s pussy and began licking the pain away. Jordan arched her back, feeling the tongue protrude deep inside of her. The woman then shoved two fingers inside Jordan’s pussy and continued licking at the same time.
Still, Jordan could not cum.
She reached down and grabbed the woman by the hair. “Please…make me cum,” she moaned.
The woman fingered Jordan with quick thrusts and flicked her tongue on her clit. This lasted for another few minutes.
Finally, relief overwhelmed Jordan with a pulsating orgasm that gripped her body, followed by an explosion of wetness that the woman gladly licked away.
The woman collapsed to the floor. Jordan crawled on top of the woman and positioned herself in a sixty-nine. Together, they pleased each other for another hour. Afterwards, Jordan barely had enough strength to crawl back to her room and take a hot shower.
She stumbled to the limo and fell asleep while Zizi drove her back to the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage.
23
Groggy, Jordan went inside her condominium. She stripped off her clothes and plopped face-first on the bed.
The sound of her bedroom door shutting caused Jordan to spin around. The intruder wore the same black pinstriped suit, shiny dress shoes, and latex gloves.
But the mask was different. It was a smeared doll face, head cracked like an eggshell, rosy cheeks, maroon lips, and black circles around the eyes.
Jordan’s heart thundered against her chest. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound could be mustered; not even a squeak.
Doll Face walked to the side of the bed, eyeing Jordan’s naked body. She quivered, but remained in the same place. Doll Face opened the top drawer of the night stand and pulled out the seven inch flesh dildo. He then placed it on her thigh and closed the drawer.
Jordan glanced at the dildo, then watched as Doll Face unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick around the head as he squeezed the base with a seep of pre-cum dripping into his latex glove.
Jordan realized she had two choices. Let Doll Face rape her until he cum’s, or use the dildo on herself until he cum’s.
Doll Face began stroking his cock, already getting ready for whichever choice she would make. Jordan snatched the dildo from her leg with a fixed gaze on the eyes of Doll Face. She took in a few deep breaths, feeling the remains of Dark Ice flowing through her body.
Doll Face pointed to the dildo, while continuing to stroke his cock. Jordan rested her back on the headboard, lifted her knees, and spread her legs. She eased the dildo into her pussy, amazed by the wetness that had formed in the last few minutes. She gripped the balls of the dildo with the tips of her fingers and began plunging it deep inside of her.
Meanwhile, she kept her eyes on Doll Face, never wanting to let him out of her sight. The mask was sickening, but she focused on his intense gaze. He stroked himself hard as Jordan rammed the dildo in and out of her pussy. She became aroused by the mix of sexual danger. A spray of cum released from Doll Face, but he continued stroking as the latex glove moistened like a lubricant.
Jordan felt a small orgasm, which provided more wetness. She used her free hand to squeeze the nipples on her right breast while sinking the dildo into her pussy. She wanted to close her eyes when the second orgasm arrived, which was much stronger than the first. Instead, she kept her eyes on the intruder, seeing his forceful gaze through the mask.
A splash of white cum ejected from his cock, reaching Jordan’s ankle. He came again, but this time, it only reached the edge of her bed.
Jordan slid the dildo from her pussy and set it next to her. Doll Face snapped off his wet latex gloves and placed them on the bed. He then pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket.
Once again, Jordan’s heart smacked against her chest. She stared at the glittering handcuffs, then looked at Doll Face. Her voice had been stricken with fear. “What are you going to do?”
24
Handcuffed naked to the drain inside the tub, Jordan waited.
Doll Face walked by the bathroom to the laundry room, carrying her blankets and bed sheets. The next sound was the washer going. Doll Face then entered the bathroom while snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves. Jordan curled her knees up and huddled near the drain.
Doll Face turned on the water to warm, then used a mint green loofah sponge and soap to clean her entire body. He started at her toes, giving each one its due attention. He rubbed the loofah up her legs, thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. He then placed the loofah under the warm water, then rubbed it on her clit.
Jordan should have reached for the mask and tore it off. Instead, she closed her eyes, spread her legs, and let him clean her. She slipped to another world as the minutes past by.
When finished, Doll Face returned to the laundry room and put the blankets and bed sheets into the dryer. Jordan had thought that at this point he would leave, but instead, Doll Face returned to the bathroom, closed the toilet lid, and sat down.
He pulled a tiny key from his pocket and placed it on the tub.
Jordan’s eyes bounced from the key to the mask of Doll Face. Was he letting her go? Was this a trick? A test?
Despite her shivering in the bathtub and sitting in an awkward position, Jordan felt at peace with herself. The Dark Ice remained in her system, taking away her anxiety, along with any stiffness she may have had in her arm from being handcuffed for so long.
Thirty minutes went by, then another thirty. Doll Face had not moved.
Neither did Jordan. She did not want to give him the satisfaction. She had given him enough already.
Finally, Doll Face scooped the key up with his latex fingers, reached forward, and unlocked the handcuffs. He placed the key and handcuffs into his pocket and left the bathroom.
Jordan still did not move. Doll Face had been in the laundry room. He walked by without giving her the slightest glance, then went into the bedroom.
Jordan remained still.
A few minutes later, she heard the front door open and close.
Jordan eased out of the tub and looked into the short hallway, then headed for her bedroom. She flicked on the light and noticed that Doll Face had actually made the bed. She opened the nightstand and saw a tube of lubricant that she had stored in there. However, her flesh dildo was missing.
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.