by Rowe, Jordan
“You keep coming back,” a voice said from the darkness.
Jordan stepped forward. Jeremy sat on the floor in the corner of the restaurant with a bottle of spiced rum in his hand. “It’s a little early to be drinking,” Jordan said, walking closer. “Are you celebrating the sale of your restaurant?”
“Maybe,” Jeremy said, taking a swig. “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?”
“You’re such a moron. I didn’t get married to Vanessa. We were just having a girl’s night out.” She stepped forward again. “Is that why you are drinking?”
“No. It’s because I loved someone and they don’t love me.”
“Bullshit. You loved fucking me. That’s it.”
He gripped the bottle and glared up at her. “I’m not talking about you!” His voice echoed throughout the empty restaurant. “I’m talking about Kady!”
Jordan stepped forward again. “Really? You actually loved her?”
“Yes. And you set her up with a fucking country singer.”
“Well, you should have treated her better. After all, you were fucking her while paying her minimum wage to work her ass off here.”
Jeremy chugged down the rest of the bottle. He then looked up at her. “I need you.”
“Yeah right. Why don’t you call one of your waitresses?”
“None of them will see me. I think Kady warned all of them about me.”
“If you would treat women better, they would not think you’re an asshole.” Jordan unzipped her jeans, pried them open, then moved her panties to the side. “I’ll give you a mercy fuck, because I feel sorry for you. Get over here.”
Jeremy crawled forward, stumbled, and grabbed Jordan by the thighs. He licked the outside of her pussy, then drove his tongue inside. Jordan continued holding her panties while watching him on his knees, licking with sloppy strokes. She could smell the rum from his mouth.
Jordan slightly squatted, opening her pussy so that Jeremy could lick deeper inside of her. He kept one hand on her thigh while rubbing the top of her clit with his fingers.
Jordan leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and felt the pleasant orgasm.
Jeremy stumbled to his feet, yanked down his pants and underwear, then spun her around. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he slurred.
Jordan reached back and grabbed his cock, then turned around while keeping a firm hold on it. She leaned down and grabbed her jeans with the other hand and pulled them up.
Jeremy recoiled. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Still with a firm grip, Jordan squeezed the head of the cock and glared at him. “This is your chance.”
“My chance for what?”
“Redemption for all the shit you put me through by fucking around on me. And redemption for all the waitresses that you treated like shit just so you could fuck them in your office.” She compressed her fingers around his cock. “How about it? Are you going to make a sacrifice today?”
Jeremy’s eyes were glazed with a mixture of drunkenness and confusion. “What do you want me to do?”
Jordan slightly twisted his cock. “How much money did you profit from the sale of the restaurant after you paid off the business debts and expenses?”
Jeremy squinted in obvious pain. “Just over a million.”
“Send ten thousand to every waitress you fucked over.” Jordan squeezed and twisted his cock some more. “That includes Kady.”
“Fine!” he grunted. “Just let go!”
Jordan released his cock, zipped up her jeans, then walked away.
80
Flavour was packed this morning. Vanessa had been assisting two women near the dressing room. One of her employees was at the register with a line of seven people.
Jordan looked around and discovered the reason the place was so crowded. Ryan Gil stood in the men’s section, signing autographs.
“Jordan!” Vanessa said from the dressing room. “Come here a second.”
Jordan made her way through the crowd of women that were either looking at the clothes merchandise, or the Ryan Gil merchandise.
Jordan gave Vanessa a quick hug. “I’ve never seen it this crowded.”
“I know. Ryan suggested that he come in and give the business a boost. He posted on Facebook and Twitter that he’d be coming to the store this morning. I didn’t realize that we would get smothered a few minutes later.”
“That’s a good thing.” Jordan looked at the clock on her cell phone. “I need to be somewhere.”
“That’s fine.” Vanessa watched as three women approached her with clothes to try on. She opened one dressing room and let them in, then smiled at Jordan. “I wonder if they are going to actually try on clothes, or are they going to be doing something else?”
Jordan smiled. “Maybe we should join them.”
“Too busy,” Vanessa said, looking over the store. “Did you need anything else?”
“Something sexy to wear.”
Vanessa tugged Jordan toward the bustiers and corsets. “This white one just came in.”
Jordan examined the gorgeous white Venice trim corset with a waist cinching lace-up back, white lace panties, and white garters. “Looks perfect.”
Vanessa formed a grin. “Are you planning something for later?”
“It’s not for me.” Jordan gave Vanessa another quick hug. “Go back to work.”
Vanessa hurried off while Jordan paid for the corset, thong, and garters.
With the Flavour bag in hand, she hurried down the street and headed to the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage.
81
The back door of the limo opened as Jordan approached. She crawled inside and closed the door behind her, then sat across from Zizi and her husband.
Zizi wore her normal chauffer outfit. “This is my husband, Chris.” He was dressed in a button down black shirt, violet tie, and black slacks.
Jordan gave him a nervous wave, then handed Zizi the Falvour bag. “I hope you like it.”
Zizi looked inside, smiled, then handed it to Chris. He lifted up the corset, examined it, placed it back in the bag, then looked at the thong and garters. “This is great,” he said, setting the bag down next to him. “You have good taste.”
“Thanks,” Jordan said with a slight blush.
Zizi reached under the seat and pulled out a black bottle and a tumbler. “This is where I keep the Dark Ice.” She opened the bottle and filled the tumbler. “I bet you didn’t know that.”
“No,” Jordan said. “Is that for me?”
“Yes.” Zizi handed her the tumbler. “Drink up.”
Jordan sucked it down and placed the tumbler on top of the small refrigerator. “I love that stuff.”
“I’ve never tried it,” Zizi said with a prideful smirk. She turned, wrapped her arms around Chris, and they started kissing.
Jordan drummed her fingers on the seat, wondering what she should do.
Zizi unzipped Chris’s slacks, pulled his cock out, and began stroking and sucking on it.
Jordan felt a small wave of Dark Ice. She still had plenty of it in her system, so the effects should completely take over soon.
She gazed at Zizi giving Chris a prize winning blowjob. Jordan leaned forward and placed her hand on Chris’s thigh. He surprised Jordan by pushing it away.
Jordan took in a deep breath. Her eyes watered and moistness formed between her legs. She touched Zizi’s calf and slowly raised her hand up Zizi’s inner thigh.
Zizi abruptly stopped blowing her husband and pushed Jordan’s hand away. “No touching. Just sit there.”
Disappointed, Jordan leaned back in the seat and watched Zizi lift her skirt while facing Chris, sat on top of him, and he thrust his cock up into her.
Jordan touched herself through her jeans, then unzipped. Zizi turned her head around and
said, “Zip your jeans back up. We want you to just sit there and watch. No masturbating. No joining in. That is your punishment for following me.”
Jordan yanked her zipper back up and heaved a sigh. Zizi turned around, faced Jordan, and squatted down on Chris’s cock. She then rubbed his balls with both hands as Chris pumped his cock into Zizi’s pussy. He slid his hands underneath her shirt and squeezed her breasts through the bra.
Zizi closed her eyes, bouncing up and down on Chris’s cock, grunting each time the cock drove into her. Chris grabbed Zizi by the hips and lifted her skirt up higher. He clutched her ass with both hands while Zizi gripped his balls.
She turned slightly and moaned, “Let me know when you are going to cum.”
Zizi leaned forward, placing her hands on both sides of Jordan and gazed into Jordan’s eyes as Chris pumped her from behind.
Jordan squeezed her thighs together, attempting to relieve some of the sexual pleasure, but Zizi pulled Jordan’s thighs apart.
“I’m going cum,” Chris groaned.
Zizi lifted herself off, turned around, and kneeled. Jordan got a nice view from behind of Zizi’s open and wet pussy, which drove Jordan crazy. Zizi jerked his cock and wrapped her mouth around the head. Chris grunted and most likely filled Zizi’s mouth with his cum.
“Can I go now?” Jordan asked.
Zizi wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled. “Sure, honey. You can go. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Chris shoved his cock back into his pants and said, “It was nice meeting you.”
“Whatever,” Jordan said, climbing out of the limo. She hurried down the four levels of the parking garage and made a phone call. When the person answered, Jordan said, “I’m horny. Can we meet?”
82
As instructed, Jordan took a cab to the Eleven North Apartments. She had been here before, just after divorcing Jeremy and looked at apartments that were $2,800 a month. It was a building full of single people, which wasn’t bad for someone just getting divorced. However, Jordan wasn’t looking for anyone and would rather have a place that was more quiet and relaxed.
Bryn opened the door. “Welcome,” he said with a smile.
Jordan gave him a pat on the ass and walked in. The apartment was spacious, with blue track lighting in the kitchen and dining area, faint white track lighting in the living area, and the furniture was all black with wood trim.
Through the glass sliding door, Jordan could see the balcony that she remembered wrapped along the outside of the building without separation, which Jordan did not like, because tenants could walk to any apartment on that floor.
It was good for swingers, but not practical for someone that wants to be left alone.
Jordan pointed to the balcony. “How many women have stopped by?”
Bryn shook his head. “I keep that balcony door locked and draw the blinds after dinner.” He gazed at her. “I was told you were having a horny problem.”
“Yes. Can you help?”
“How about I make you wait until Monday when we are at Dark?”
“That’s an option,” Jordan said, taking off her coat. “But I’m going to find someone to fuck me. If you pass, I’ll call a couple that I know. (Logan and Lori.) They’ll fuck me in a second.” Jordan was somewhat teasing, but her sexual desire was on overdrive. Zizi and Chris, along with the glass of Dark Ice, got Jordan so fired up she would fuck just about anyone right now.
“Actually,” Bryn said, “I think it’s better if we stick to fucking at Dark. I don’t want to confuse things.”
Jordan stared at him for a moment. “Are you serious?”
“I’m afraid so.” He grabbed her coat and handed it to her. “When we enter the room and Dark, turn to your right and keep going. I’ll turn left and meet you. We can fuck then.”
Jordan’s veins pumped with fury. “Why did you ask me over?”
“I didn’t want to be impolite, but I just realized this is a mistake. I’m not looking for a relationship, or a fuck buddy.”
Jordan spun on her heals, flung open the door, and marched out.
83
After leaving the building, she called Lori. “Hey, this is Lori, please leave a message.”
“Shit!” Jordan called Logan’s cell phone number, but also got a voicemail. She then called, Kady.
She answered on the first ring. “Hey.”
“Kady, it’s Jordan.”
“Um, yes. I know. What’s going on?”
“I need you.”
“Really? Awe…that’s cute.”
“Where can we meet?”
“Well, it will be difficult.”
“Why?”
“I’m on a private jet with Ryan, heading to Atlanta for a concert.”
“I thought he was at Flavour?”
“He was. Now he is on a plane.”
“Oh. Well, have fun.” Jordan hung up and dialed Vanessa.
“Hey Jordan. I’m busy, what’s up?”
“I need sex.”
“That is certainly getting to the point,” Vanessa laughed. “Unfortunately, the store is still packed.”
“I can’t believe this,” Jordan huffed. “Okay, I’ll let you go.”
Jordan stood on the sidewalk, thinking about her options. She could go to a bar and pick up some guy, but that did not sound all that appealing. She then thought of another option. Jordan dialed the phone.
“What do you want?” Jeremy asked.
“I need to fuck.”
“I’m not falling for that again.”
“Seriously. I need it. Are you at the restaurant?”
“Yes, but don’t come here. I don’t want to see you ever again. I sent twelve checks out to waitresses that I treated like shit. Now, I’m moving on with my life. No more restaurant…no more teasing ex-wife.”
Jordan was desperate. “That’s not fair. I let you fuck me when you were with Kady.”
“Yeah, but then you stole Kady away from me and gave her to Ryan Gil.”
Jordan wiped a bead of sweat that drizzled down her face. “You’re not going to get a better chance to fuck me.”
“I don’t want to fuck you. Leave me alone.”
Jeremy hung up.
84
The cab dropped Jordan off at the condo. She paid the driver and climbed out, seeing that young female German woman walking inside the door. Jordan practically sprinted to the door, pressed in the access code, then went inside. The girl stood at the elevator.
“Hey,” Jordan said, almost out of breath. “Do you speak English?”
“What kind of stupid question is that?”
Jordan raised her hand and smiled. “I didn’t mean to be offensive. It’s just that I heard you and your friends speaking German at the pool.”
“We speak several languages. What do you want?”
“Do you remember me?”
“Of course.”
The elevator door opened. They entered and the young woman pressed the number eight.
“Would you mind if I come over?” Jordan asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
The woman took a step back. “It’s kind of creepy how you approached me.”
Jordan’s heart pumped as if she was about to explode. “But I’m guessing it was okay what we did at the pool.”
“Actually, you invited yourself over to us. If we wanted you to join us, one of us would have asked. But we’re nice people and we felt sorry for you.”
“You felt sorry for me?”
“We didn’t want to be rude, but you’re too old for us.”
“Too old? I’m only forty-two!”
“Yeah, and we are twenty-two. It’s disturbing how you hounded us like that.”
The door opened an
d the young woman hurried into the corridor.
As the door closed, a tear spilt from Jordan’s eye.
85
When the bedroom door closed, the walls actually shook. Jordan snatched the Dark Ice bottle off the nightstand and chugged down several gulps. She wiped her mouth and slammed the bottle down.
After debating what to do, Jordan practically tore off her clothes. She opened the nightstand drawer, snatched up the flesh dildo and grabbed the oil. She lubed both the handheld dildo and the dildo mounted on the wall.
Jordan chugged down more Dark Ice then sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to feel her warm buzz return.
A minute passed, then fifteen minutes. Jordan had not moved. She had become dazed from the amount of Dark Ice she had sucked down.
She forced herself to stand, then lubed up both dildos again, making sure they were plenty slick. She poured oil on her hands and rubbed it between her fingers. She knelt down, pressed her fingers inside her ass to loosen it, and then inside her pussy.
The Dark Ice finally took control.
On her hands and knees, Jordan pushed her ass to the wall mounted dildo, easing it inside. She then grabbed the other dildo and moved it inside her pussy.
Jordan felt the world slip away, as her skin turned moist with sweat and her veins became hot with passion.
She rammed the dildo in her pussy while thrusting back into the wall dildo. The wetness inside her increased and the orgasms became more powerful. Her legs quivered as she continued stuffing both dildos inside of her.
Jordan closed her eyes and began moaning. Her muscles became weak, but her orgasms remained strong. “Fuck me,” she groaned to herself. “Drive those cocks in me…”
The wall dildo went deep into her ass, while the other dildo plunged up with all the force she could muster.
It was at that moment that Jordan had such a potent orgasm, a gush of wetness flowed from her pussy and to her hand that held the dildo. She fell forward, landing face-first on the floor. She could not move for several moments.