by Rowe, Jordan
Kady leaned close to Ryan. “You really do look familiar,” she slurred. “What do you…do.”
“I’m a singer,” Ryan said.
Kady’s eyes lit up. “Wait a second. Are you Ryan Gil?”
“In the flesh.”
Jordan had heard of Ryan Gil, but had no idea what he looked like. However, she knew that his songs were played all the time on the radio. “I like your latest song, My Kind of Place.” Jordan felt like a groupie, but she was serious. She really did like that song.
“Thanks,” Ryan said. “My Kind of Place has skyrocketed all the way to number fifty-seven on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Songs.” His voice was thick with sarcasm, but it was cute. “It’s also currently eighty-eight on Canadians Hot 100 Songs.”
Kady laughed again, then wrapped her arms around Ryan. “You’re such a great…” Kady never finished her sentence, eyes becoming lost in thought.
Jordan whispered in Ryan’s ear. “I don’t think she gets out much.”
Ryan chuckled as the server returned with the Long Island’s. They toasted to Ryan’s semi-hit song and took large gulps.
Kady placed her drink down on the table, almost knocking it over as she returned her attention to Ryan. “Tell me your bestest…um…words from the song.”
Ryan glanced at Jordan, smiled, then looked at Kady. He sang in a soft, country tone voice, “Girl if you are going to sink, twenty dollars into that flavored drink, then give me your keys and you’ll have time to think, about what we will being doing later tonight.” His voice rose to a country twang. “I know don’t know what else to say, you’re my saving grace, and this is My Kind of Place.”
Kady released her grip on Ryan and began clapping, missing her hands several times. “That was amaz…ing.” She leaned forward. “Do you want to have sex…or dance?”
Ryan chuckled. “Let’s get you sweatin some of that alcohol out.”
Kady looked confused. “Does that mean we…are...sex…or…dance?”
He gave Kady a kiss on the forehead. “Dance.” He turned and looked at Jordan. “Will you be joining us?”
Jordan grabbed his hand. “Sure…this is my kind of place.”
35
Kady was plastered and stumbled to the dance floor, but seemed to find a zone where she actually had some incredible moves. She rubbed her ass up and down Ryan as Jordan danced behind him.
They danced most of the night and switched to drinking water. At one o’clock in the morning, Ryan and the bodyguards escorted Kady and Jordan to the limousine that had been waiting in the front of the club. They crawled into the backseat as the bodyguards went into the front. Ryan closed the partition to give them some privacy.
Jordan moved to the seat across from Ryan. “Just so you know, I’m not some skanky slut you can pick up at a nightclub.”
Kady leaned back, reached inside her skirt, and tore off her panties. “Neither am I,” she giggled. Kady then sprung forward, unzipped Ryan’s jeans and pulled them down, followed by his boxers. She then wrapped her hand and mouth around his cock.
Ryan kept his eyes on Jordan. “I don’t usually do things like this,” he said with a soft grunt. “Actually, this is my first time picking up girls at a club.”
Kady’s head bobbed up and down while licking Ryan’s hard cock.
“I’m sure women throw themselves at you all the time,” Jordan said, wondering how he was able to have a conversation with Kady doing a porn star blow job.
Ryan closed his eyes for a moment, then looked Jordan. “I just got lonely I guess.”
Jordan smiled. “That should be the name of your next song.”
Kady looked up. “Are we fucking or not?” She did not wait for an answer. She slid off her skirt, leaving on the heels and her button down sweater. Kady then yanked off Ryan’s jacket, shirt, boots, socks, and pulled his jeans and boxers all the way off. She pushed Ryan to the floor, then lowered herself on top of him, rocking her hips to the motion of the limo, while resting her hand on Jordan’s thigh.
Jordan slid off her panties and tossed them next to her. Kady glided her fingers along Jordan’s thigh and teased the edge of Jordan’s clit. Ryan reached up and began undoing Kady’s sweater. When he reached the last button, she slid it off and pulled down her bra so her tits would flop out. Jordan positioned herself over Ryan’s mouth with her boots still on, kneeled, while facing Kady. She pulled off her dress, feeling Ryan’s mouth suck on her pussy. Kady reached forward and slid down the straps of Jordan’s bra, then pulled out her breasts, sucking on them while rocking back and forth on Ryan’s cock.
Jordan and Kady began kissing, then flicked their tongues and squeezed each other’s nipples. Ryan continued licking Jordan’s pussy, followed by a deep grunt.
Kady smiled at Jordan. “He just came.” Kady lifted off him and slid to the seat. Jordan did the same.
Ryan remained on the floor with a grin on his face. “Well...”
Jordan reached down and grabbed him by the arm. “Oh, we are not finished.” She leaned back as Ryan kneeled in front of her. “Do you have enough in you for a second round?”
Ryan’s wet cock became instantly hard. “I could muster up the strength.” He slid his cock inside of Jordan as sweat gleamed his skin.
Kady crawled next to them on the seat and took turns kissing them, while both Ryan and Jordan stuck a finger inside of Kady.
They fucked so long that the bodyguards had to stop for gas. Eventually, Ryan dropped Kady off at her house, then Jordan at her condo.
Ryan handed Jordan a piece of paper. “Here’s my number.”
Jordan used her cell phone to dial the number. “I just want to check something.”
Ryan lifted his buzzing phone. He showed Jordan the caller ID. “Is that you?”
Jordan smiled and gave Ryan a long kiss. “That was an interesting night.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Thanks for the thrill ride.” Jordan then walked away from the limo.
36
All Jordan wanted to do was take a quick shower and fall asleep. But first, she looked at her bedroom nightstand to make sure there wasn’t a fresh glass of Dark Ice.
Unfortunately, the same tumbler she drank from early remained empty.
Jordan slid off her boots, tossed them in the closet, then pulled off her dress, bra, and panties, shoving them in the hamper. Her eyes became heavy as she turned on the shower, putting her hand in and waiting until it was hot.
“You fucking slut!” a voice roared from behind.
Jordan was able to turn for just a moment, seeing man wearing a purple alien mask with black olive shaped eyes, blue suit, and orange latex gloves.
Alien spun her around and bent her over the tub. The shower water poured down the back of her head, making it difficult to breathe.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking your whore ass for a long time.” He pushed both hands down on her back, making it just about impossible for her to move.
Jordan recognized the voice. It was her first ex-husband, Clayton.
She squirmed, feeling the pressure of his cock on her ass. There was no way she was going to let him do this.
With a sudden burst of strength, she swung back and blindly hit Clayton in the mask, feeling it crack between her fingers. She turned her body, punching with wild blows, knocking the mask off and connecting several times in his mouth, nose, and eyes.
Clayton’s face puffed like a balloon as blood trickled from the cuts. Jordan stood, then hurried out of the room, found her cell phone, and dialed 911. The operator told her to stay on the line, but Jordan needed a few moments alone with her ex.
She slid on a robe and went back to the bathroom, seeing that Clayton remained on the floor, holding his face with both hands. Jordan leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I would ram my fingers in your ass so you know how it feels, but I think
you would like it.” She stood, then positioned her heel over one of his hands, then stomped down. The bone in his wrist snapped like an eggshell.
Clayton rolled over and actually started crying.
Jordan heard a pounding on the door. She jogged out of the bathroom, through the living room, and unlocked the door just before the police were going to kick it down. “He’s in the bathroom,” Jordan said to the officers.
She watched as they pulled Clayton’s hands behind him and squeezed the handcuffs around his wrists. Clayton screamed in agony, “My wrist is broken!” Tears streamed down his swollen face, but the officers ignored him.
A few minutes later, Detective Daane showed up. “Was that him?” she asked. “The same guy that attacked you the other two times?”
Jordan knew that Clayton was probably pissed that someone else was getting a chance to attack her while wearing a mask. Over the last week, he most certainly thought about doing it himself.
Jordan looked at the detective. “You told me that Clayton had an alibi for last week when I was first attacked?”
“He did. But you know rich executives. He probably paid off several people to secure his whereabouts.”
“Well, I’m glad you caught him,” Jordan said. “I can rest easy knowing that this won’t happen again.”
In reality, Jordan was looking forward to next Monday. She would spend her afternoon at Dark, then arrive back at the condo where the real masked intruder would have something sexual planned for her.
37
Every once in awhile, Jordan would wake up feeling as if she had her period. She would have cramps and utter exhaustion. However, Clayton paid for her to have a surgical procedure called endometrial ablation. The surgery took about ninety seconds as the doctor burned cells in the lining of her uterus. The bleeding stopped each month, but not the symptoms.
Clayton, would say, “It’s all in your head.”
In fact, Jeremy said the same thing, but with a twist, “First you complain about having periods, so Clayton arranges for that to stop. Now you complain to me that you are still having the symptoms. Is there no end to your bitching and moaning? It’s all in your fucking head.”
Jordan crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. It sucked having her ex-husbands enter her thoughts first thing in the morning, especially when she was feeling like shit.
And speaking of ex-husbands, her cell phone rang with the caller ID that said: IDIOT II. Jordan rubbed the back of her neck, then answered. “What?”
“So, you finally got rid of Clayton,” Jeremy said.
“How do you know what happened?”
“It’s on the front page of the newspaper.”
Jordan had suddenly become wide awake. “Did they mention my name?”
“Yep.”
“Can they do that? No one interviewed me, or even called.”
“Well, they did.”
“Awesome,” Jordan said with heavy sarcasm. “Do you have anymore good news for me?”
“Actually, I do.” Jeremy paused. “I sold the restaurant.”
“Really? For how much?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh come on. Tell me.” Jordan was sincere with her curiosity.
“Just over two million.”
“Wow. That’s way over what you were hoping to get.”
“The new amusement park that will be built two blocks away was an incentive to raise the price and land me a buyer. I appreciate you giving me that information.”
“No problem. Who’s the buyer?”
“His name is Ellison Greer. He came in with his son, Becket.”
The name Becket sounded familiar. “What line of business are they in?”
“Ellison owns some private club for the rich, which he plans on handing over to his son Becket someday. The restaurant will eventually be handed over as well. Must be nice.”
Jordan continued thinking about the name, Becket. “What kind of private club?”
“Neither of them would go into details.”
Jordan about dropped the phone. The man at Dark that had given instructions while she was in the small room was named Becket.
Jeremy continued speaking. “The idea’s Ellison and Becket have for the new restaurant sound amazing. The entire restaurant will be lit with black lights. The servers will wear black pants with white shirts and glowing serving gloves so they seem to float around the room. The three course meal will feature food that glows, or has a glowing element mixed with it. After the guests eat, they will be taken to a second room to visit with other guests under the black lights where they will be served drinks and mingle on large glowing leather couches.”
Jordan cleared her throat. “What is he going to call the new restaurant?”
Jeremy said the one word that she already knew was coming. “Dark.”
38
A flurry of calls happened shortly after that. Jordan let them all go to voicemail.
Message One: “Honey, it’s mom. I knew that Clayton was bad news from the time you introduced him to your father and I. Can you sue him? Call me back.”
Message Two: “Hey Jordan, it’s Kady. I can’t believe what happened to you! Are you okay? Call me.”
Message Three: “It’s Jeremy again. You seemed a little freaked. Why don’t you stop by the restaurant so we can talk. Maybe we can have fun one more time before the restaurant is officially sold.”
Message Four: “Hey Jordan, it’s me. (Vanessa.) Are you okay, honey? Come by the store today. I’m going to have someone cover me so we can go to lunch.”
As Jordan cleared the messages, another call came in. She decided to answer. “Hello?”
“This is a representative from Dark,” a female said. “May I have your identity number please?”
Jordan let out a deep sigh. “Nine.”
“Excellent. Will you be attending Dark on Monday, October fifteenth?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Do you have any questions at this time?”
“No…wait…yes. Is Becket and his father opening a new restaurant in Downtown Nashville?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”
“Can I speak with Becket?”
“No.”
“What if I have a problem with Dark? Who would I talk too?”
“Me.”
“You?”
“Yes. Do you have a problem that you need to discuss?”
Jordan thought about the Dark Ice that had been placed in her bedroom. “Does anyone at Dark follow me?”
“Follow you? Why on earth would anyone from Dark want to follow you?”
“Because…I don’t know.”
“What specifically would you like to discuss at this time?”
“Um…nothing. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“No you won’t.”
“Excuse me?”
The woman chuckled. “You won’t be seeing anyone at Dark.”
Jordan hung up the phone. “Fucking hilarious.”
39
When her phone rang again, Jordan answered with a loud, “What!”
“Are you having a tough day?” the male voice said.
“Who is this?”
“I’ll give you a hint. This is my kind of place.”
Jordan actually smiled. “Say something interesting and maybe I won’t hang up on you.”
“I’m downstairs.”
“Really? That’s interesting. I figured you would be sleeping off your hangover.”
“I don’t get hangovers. But I’m guessing that Kady’s head is about to explode.”
Jordan laughed. “So, do you want to come up?”
“Only if you think it would be interesting.”
“Dial one, six, seven
, two on the phone down there and I’ll buzz you.”
Jordan hung up, waited for Ryan’s call, then buzzed him. She still felt like shit, but a nice morning distraction may be exactly what she needed.
Jordan stripped off her cotton pajamas, waited for the knock, then opened the door. She grabbed Ryan by the arm, kissed him, then shut the door.
Ryan formed a grin. “I thought we were just going to talk?”
“Yeah right.” Jordan pointed at him. “Get your clothes off and meet me in the bedroom.”
As Jordan began to walk away, Ryan snagged her hand. “The bedroom is boring. How about the couch?”
“Nah. It’s not interesting enough.” Jordan looked around. “How about the balcony?”
Ryan took in a deep breath. “Well, if someone gets a photo of me, it could hurt my career.”
“Or, it could help your career,” Jordan said as she undid his belt. “Are we doing this or not?”
Ryan tore off his shirt and stripped down until he was completely naked. Jordan opened the sliding door, walked out to the balcony, and grabbed the concrete edge. Ryan licked her pussy from behind. He began with slow, deliberate strokes, then flicked his tongue in and out of her and licked up the wetness.
A plane roared by as Ryan entered her from behind. She had an instant orgasm, which took away all her worries. Ryan pulled his cock out, teased her with it, then shoved it deep inside. He continued doing this for several minutes as the morning sun shined on their naked bodies and the cool air caused her nipples to harden with desire.
Jordan turned and sat on the cold concrete. Ryan grabbed both of her legs and raised them in the air while thrusting his cock inside of her. She let out a tired scream as Ryan leaned forward and playfully bit down on her nipples, giving each one their due attention.
Jordan pulled him close, wanting his cock to remain deep inside of her. She kissed his chest and neck, whispering his ear, “Ram that cock into me.”