DARK

by Rowe, Jordan

  Jordan decided to tap on his name with her finger, which doubled as a link. A bio popped up. Jordan scanned down the page.

  2005-Present: Assistant Professor, Department of Chemistry, University of Memphis.

  2004-2005: Assistant Research Scientist, Texas A&M University.

  Jordan continued scanning down the page. Allen had graduated from Texas Christian University with a bachelor in chemistry and biochemistry. He also had a Ph.D in physical inorganic. His research included computational inorganic, bioinorganic, structure and bonding chemistry, and heterogeneous catalysis.

  Jordan really did not know what all that meant, but Allen seemed knowledgeable enough to test Dark Ice and break down the components, along with the effects the drug had on people. He also had a list of forty-seven publications on various subjects pertaining to his field of expertise.

  When Jordan clicked on a presentations link, she discovered that Allen Webster was sent to St. Petersburg, Russia for a presentation this week. Then next week, he will be traveling to Moscow.

  The presentations discussed addiction chemicals and herbs found in stimulant drugs, along with the side effects.

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  “Oh what the hell,” Jordan said to herself, still on the park bench. She dialed Allen Webster’s phone number. Unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail. Jordan hung up, thinking about what to do next.

  Her phone rang, startling her. “Hello?”

  “This is Allen Webster returning your call. How may I help you?”

  His voice sounded like he was in a bad mood. “My name is…” Jordan suddenly realized that the man at Dark did not know her real name.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. What’s your name?”

  Jordan cringed. “My name is Zizi Fain. I was wondering if you have a brother?”

  “Um…what is this regarding?”

  Jordan regretted making this phone call. “Actually, let me tell you why I’m calling.”

  “That would be great, considering I’m giving you ten more seconds before I hang up.”

  “Okay…I met your brother and fell in love with him.” Jordan shook her head. She was derailing.

  “And what do you want from me?”

  Jordan rubbed her eyes with one hand, while squeezing the cell phone with her other hand. “Um…does your brother live in Nashville?”

  “If you met him and fell in love with him, then you should know the answer to that question.”

  “Yes…but…we kind of met at a place where…” Jordan’s inner-voice was yelling, ‘Eject! Eject! Hang up the fucking phone!’

  “Listen, Zizi. I’m really busy right now. Why don’t you contact my brother and work this out with him.”

  “That would be great, but I don’t know his phone number, where he lives, or what he looks like. I only know his voice and what he warned me about.”

  There was dead silence for a moment. “Are you the woman that he met at Dark?”

  Jordan’s heart raced with anticipation. “Yes! Did he tell you about me?”

  “How about I have him call you?”

  “That would be terrific. Do you have my number on your caller ID?”

  “I do, Zizi. Is there anything else?”

  “Um…yes. My name isn’t Zizi Fain…It’s Jordan Rowe.”

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  The cell phone rang a few minutes later. Jordan felt as if she had been frozen to the park bench. “Hello?”

  “Jordan, this is Bryn.”

  “Who?”

  The voice laughed. “Number nineteen at Dark.”

  “Oh…I take it your brother called you.” Jordan thought that was a stupid thing to say. Of course his brother called him!

  “Yes, well…should we meet?”

  “That would be great.”

  “Do you know the Silly Goose on Eastland?”

  Jordan had eaten there plenty of times with Vanessa. It was a quaint little restaurant with good food and terrific service. “I can be there in twenty minutes, depending if I can hale down a cab.”

  “Okay. I’ll be wearing a black sweater and jeans.”

  “I’m in a blue coat with a blue nit cap.” Jordan reached up and tore off the cap, shoved it in her coat pocket and fluffed her hair. “Actually, forget about the cap. I’ll just be wearing the coat.”

  Bryn laughed. “Very well. See ya in a few.”

  Jordan forced herself to stand, then faced the street and waved at the first cab that passed by. It slammed on the breaks and put the flashers on. Jordan jogged to the cab and got inside. “Silly Goose, 1888 Eastland Avenue,” she said to the driver.

  As the cab sped off, Jordan’s heart raced with nervousness. Was she really about to meet this guy? Was this a moment that could change her life?

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  The Silly Goose was packed with a late lunch crowd. Jordan noticed a man standing next to a table, waving at her. Bryn had on his black sweater and jeans. He was tall, with a thin strong build, short hair with a hint of silver, and eyes hidden by a shadow in the room.

  Jordan approached and shook his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.” Her voice squeaked a bit as she slid off her coat, placed it on the chair, and sat down.

  Bryn sat and leaned forward. “I’m a bit nervous as well.”

  “I’m not…” Jordan was about say she wasn’t nervous, which was absolutely false, but a waitress standing over them saved Jordan from lying. Jordan did not even glance at the menu. “I’ll take Diet Coke, Bird, and a Reverse Cowgirl for dessert.” Jordan cheeks flushed when the words, ‘Reverse Cowgirl’ spewed from her mouth. She and Vanessa ordered the same thing every time they came here, then split the dessert. However, it might not have been smart to order that with Bryn.

  He smiled and looked up at the waitress. “Actually, this is my first time here. What’s in the Bird?”

  The waitress forced a grin. “Grilled chicken breast, sun-dried tomato, avocado, bacon, peppered goat cheese, on wholegrain bread.”

  “Sounds great. I’ll have that and a regular Coke.” He looked at Jordan. “Should I order a dessert, or are we going to share the Reverse Cowgirl?”

  Jordan turned beat red and looked up at the waitress. “We’ll share the dessert. Thank you.”

  “So,” Bryn said as the waitress scurried away. “What’s in a Reverse Cowgirl? Sounds…sexy.”

  “Dark chocolate torte, white chocolate espresso sauce, blackberry coulis, and hazelnuts.” Jordan took in a deep breath. “It’s about the sexiest thing you can eat.” She suddenly thought about the pancakes at Logan and Lori’s house, but quickly wiped that from her mind.

  After the waitress brought them their drinks, Bryn leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “How did my brother sound to you?”

  “A little frustrated since I could not put together a coherent sentence.”

  Bryn shook his head and smiled. “Don’t worry about that. It’s hard talking to a genius.” Bryn sipped his Coke, keeping his eyes on Jordan. “Did you go back to Dark today?”

  Jordan gazed at him for a long moment. “Yes…I couldn’t help myself.”

  Bryan raised his hand. “I’m not here to judge you.”

  “But you did warn me.”

  “Yes, and you’re an adult. I can’t make decisions for you.”

  The waitress brought them their sandwiches. Jordan dug in, trying to think of something to say. “You must have more willpower than I do.”

  Bryn took a bite of his sandwich. “Don’t pat me on the back just yet. I went through a Dark Ice withdrawal today and broke into the place to get some more.”

  Jordan’s eyes became wide. “You know where Dark is? How?”

  Bryn held his sandwich and continued speaking in a low voice. “I waited in my car where the limo usually picks me up. The driver waited for twenty minutes, th
en left. I followed, and sure enough, the limo drove to Dark. I broke in, stole a couple jugs of Dark Ice, then escaped.”

  “Wow.” Jordan thought she had been desperate after going through a withdrawal, but Bryn actually did something totally crazy. “I thought you were kicked out of Dark for talking to me when we were inside.”

  “Nah. They can’t hear us…at least, I don’t think they can.”

  Jordan was about to take another bite of her sandwich, but held off. “I told a customer representative about our conversation.”

  Bryn shook his head. “Why?”

  “I was desperate to get some Dark Ice.”

  He finished his sandwich. “I guess we both went a little nuts.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He sipped his Coke. “Dark Ice makes us do outrageous things. No need to apologize.”

  The waitress placed down the Reverse Cowgirl and two spoons. “Is there anything else?”

  Bryn handed her a fifty dollar bill. “Nothing else. Keep the change.”

  Her eyes widened, followed by a smile. “Thank you so much!”

  After she walked away, Jordan said, “Are you trying to impress me by leaving a big tip?”

  “Nah…I just like being nice.” He picked up a spoon and took a bite. “You already know I’m rich, just like I know you are rich.”

  Jordan grabbed a spoon and dug in. “How so?”

  “We both paid a hundred thousand to join Dark.”

  “Touché,” Jordan said, taking another scoop of the dessert. “So what happens next?”

  “I’m not sure.” Bryn gazed directly into her eyes. “I’m just glad to finally meet you in the daylight. But I’m guessing that you joined Dark for the same reason that I did.”

  “And what reason is that?” Jordan asked, placing down her spoon and wiping her face with the napkin.

  “Well, we both are annoyed by serious relationships and wanted something more exciting in life. Dark provided what we needed.”

  Jordan cocked her head. “Are you thinking about going back next week?”

  “I’m going to try,” Bryn said without hesitation. “They obviously did not figure out who broke in the building, or I would have been arrested by now.”

  “So you’ll probably be back next week?” Jordan asked again. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Bryn, or Dark. In fact, she did not know how she felt about anything at the moment.

  Bryn folded his hands on the table. “I’m a Dark junkie.” He raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

  Jordan gazed at him for a long moment, then said, “Yes.”

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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 y
ou 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.