by Rowe, Jordan
Then, she willed herself back to her hands and knees, snatched the dildo from the floor, then backed up to the wall.
Jordan formed a grin and started over.
86
The cell phone rang next to her on the nightstand. Jordan peeled her eyes open, realizing that she had been sleeping. She glanced at the clock seeing it was seven PM, then answered the ringing phone. “Hello?”
“This is a representative from Dark,” the female said. “Can I have your identity number please?”
Jordan closed her eyes. “My identity number is nine.”
“Excellent. I was just calling to see if-”
“Yes, I’ll be there on Monday.” Jordan pressed END on the cell phone and dropped it down on the nightstand.
As she drifted back to sleep, an idea popped in her head. Actually, it was more like a vision.
Jordan flung off the blankets, sat on the side of the bed, snatched her cell phone up, and called Bryn. “I need a favor.”
“I’m not going to fuck you until we meet at Dark.”
“That’s not the favor. I just want you to tell me where the building is.”
“Why?”
“Just tell me.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble and kicked out.”
“Let me worry about that.” Jordan stood up. “Tell me, or I’ll let them know who broke in and stole the Dark Ice.”
Bryn sighed. “Okay. I’ll see you in a half hour.”
87
Bryn picked her up in a black BMW 3 Series Sudan and drove to Lebanon, which was just outside of Nashville. By the time they arrived, it was ten o’clock. The small town seemed to have turned in for the night with a desolate atmosphere.
Bryn maneuvered through the streets. “It’s just up ahead. The Dark building is huge. I would guess about five hundred thousand square feet.”
“Any security?” Jordan asked.
“Some. Two rent-a-cops that are probably smoking weed in the parking lot.”
“How would you know that?”
Bryn smiled. “Because, that’s what they were doing when I broke in the place.”
“There might be more security now.”
Bryn shut off the lights as they approached the building. “Are you here to steal some Dark Ice?”
“No.” Jordan looked around. “Turn your lights back on and pull into the parking lot.”
“Someone might see us.”
“I want them to see us,” Jordan said.
Bryn flicked the lights back on and continued forward. “I don’t get why we are here? If they see us, we’re finished at Dark.”
A set of blue flashing lights appeared, illuminating the parking lot.
Jordan snapped off her seatbelt. “Stop. I’m getting out.” She opened the door as Bryn slammed on the breaks. “You can go home. Thanks for the ride.” Jordan slammed the door shut.
Bryn rolled the window down. “Jordan, get back in here! You’re going to ruin everything.”
“Go home,” Jordan said as the security vehicle pulled up.
Bryn did a u-turn and sped away.
The security officer climbed out, flicked on a flashlight, and approached Jordan. “This is a restricted area,” he said, shining the light in her face. “Call whoever that was that just dropped you off and tell them to come back.”
Jordan pulled in a deep breath. “I want to speak with Ellison Greer, the owner of Dark.”
“Ellison does not meet with anyone in the parking lot at night.”
“Call him right now. Tell him it’s Jordan Rowe.”
The security guard lowered his flashlight and debated what to do next. “How important is this? I don’t want to disturb Mr. Greer over something trivial.”
Jordan stepped forward. “I promise you that this will be the most important phone call Mr. Greer has ever received.”
88
Ellison Greer had an amusing demeanor even though it was now after midnight. He even dressed up in a sports coat, light blue shirt, and dark blue tie. He had a tuft of gray hair remaining and thin glasses. After he and Jordan spoke for just over an hour, he formed a pleasant grin.
Becket walked in the office looking frazzled. His hair stuck up on the side and his eyes were red with exhaustion. He wore a wrinkled t-shirt and gym shorts. “What hell is this?” he asked, glaring at Jordan. “She can’t be here.”
Ellison pointed to a chair. “Sit down. We need to discuss something.”
Becket’s eyes bounced from his father, to Jordan, back to his father. “What’s going on?”
“Sit,” Ellison said with a stern tone.
Becket plopped down on a chair. “Is she suing us?”
Jordan cocked her head. “You’re father told me everything.”
Becket looked at him. “Why would you do that?”
“Because,” Ellison said with a gratifying smile. “Jordan just paid five million for Dark, along with everything that Dark owns. That includes the Dark Ice and the restaurant we just purchased.”
“But…” Becket looked like he had been slapped in the face. “I was supposed to inherit all that from you.”
Ellison shook his head. “After this deal, I’ll have over ten million in the bank. Isn’t that enough?”
Becket narrowed his eyes. “I wanted Dark.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen.” Ellison stood and shook hands with Jordan. “It was a pleasure doing business with you. I’ll have my lawyers draw up the paperwork. Good luck with everything.” Ellison left the office without even glancing at his son.
Jordan locked her eyes on Becket. “I want everyone here tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.” She leaned forward. “That means everyone.” Jordan stood and grabbed her coat. “Will you have a problem working for me?”
Becket remained in the chair, gazing at the floor. “No, ma’am.”
“Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.”
89
The entire staff gathered in a meeting room. Jordan stood in front of them, shaking her head. “All of you did a good job for me as a client of Dark. I’m very impressed.”
Jordan looked at Zizi. “I know that twice you stole the key from my pocket while I was in Dark. You made a copy and gave it to your husband.” Jordan looked at Chris. “And you became my masked intruder, which brought the Dark experience outside of these walls.”
Chris rolled his eyes up. “Sorry for torturing you...” He flushed. “Especially for the fingers-in-the-ass thing.”
Jordan smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry for zapping you with a Tasor and squeezing your dick while you were trying to cum.” Jordan looked at Zizi and winked. “Your husband is very good at his job.”
“I know,” Zizi said without expression.
Jordan gazed at the crowd of staff members. The reality was, there was only one client each day, six days a week. That meant during each session, there was a client and eighteen other staff members pretending to be clients. It was their job to make Dark the perfect sexual experience. Ellison could not leave that up to chance by having nineteen actual clients in the room.
Instead, he needed actors.
Jordan ignored the other ninety staff members that worked Tuesday through Saturday. Instead, she walked by the eighteen that worked on Monday who were inside Dark with her. She made them each wear their identity number on a cheap nametag.
Jordan gazed at number one…which was Lori.
“You tracked me down at the Tennessee Social Club,” Jordan said. “You made sure my sexual experiences would last, making me think that Dark had changed my life.”
Lori looked up. “I wouldn’t trade a second of our time together. We became great friends.”
“We will,” Lori said. “And by the way, Logan is my real husband.”
“I know,” Jordan said with a smile.
She strolled to the next person, which was a woman that did a belly shot off Vanessa when they were at the Cadillac Ranch.
Jordan continued forward, seeing the young German woman that she had sex with at the condo pool and fought with at the elevator. The woman blushed and forced a grin. “I was just acting. Sorry if I was rude.”
“Not a problem,” Jordan said. “You did your job to perfection.”
Jordan saw the other two young German men as well.
She swept her eyes over the room. It was incredible to think that Jordan had sex with most of them in Dark and some of them outside of Dark, but she had never made the connection.
She looked at Mitch, who met Jordan at Fuel and fucked her in the parking lot after a role playing scheme supposedly went wrong with his wife. Mitch’s so-called wife was sitting in the chair next to him. On the chair next to her, was the guy she fucked in her car that night. All three of them probably fucked Jordan at some point in Dark.
Jordan noticed three more women that did belly shots off Vanessa at the Cadillac Ranch. Sitting next to them was the female customer representative that called Jordan and the same woman that was number six in Dark.
Jordan’s eyes then fell on Bryn.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Don’t ever break into this building again. If you are going through a Dark Ice withdrawal, ask me for some more.”
Bryn kissed her on the cheek. “I will.”
Jordan stood tall, keeping her eyes on Bryn. “That was quite a story you told me about the dangers of Dark Ice. You even had your brother go along.”
Bryn shrugged his shoulders. “It was Ellison’s idea to warn you of the dangers.”
“Yeah, but after I was hooked.”
Bryn opened his mouth to say something, but then stayed quiet.
Jordan walked to the center of the room, facing her new staff of just over a hundred employees, her eyes sweeping over the group. Her eyes then locked on Lori. “By the way, you will not be a pretend-client anymore.” She then looked at Logan. “Neither will you.”
Lori said in a low voice, “We understand.”
Jordan smiled. “I want you both in charge of the new Dark restaurant.”
90
On October 31st, Jordan felt like she finally started her life. Later tonight, she would celebrate her birthday at the Dark Restaurant with her friends Vanessa, Kady, Ryan, Lori, Logan, Zizi, and Chris.
Jordan no longer wanted to see Bryn and no longer felt she loved him. It was the charm of Dark that controlled her emotions.
In the small room at Dark, Jordan looked at everything different with new eyes. The brown leather chair, dark brown walls, open trunk with a towel hanging on the lid, iron round table with a shot of Dark Ice, and a glass door with a view of the shower.
This room changed her life. Now, she was starting over.
Jordan brought with her the file of the new client that would be entering Dark. Jordan had an idea not to charge this next client. Instead, she chose a single mother of two who was struggling to make ends meet. Jordan even paid the woman five thousand dollars to test the Dark Experience.
Jordan plopped the folder down next to the Dark Ice. She thought about how she replaced Lori and Logan as pretend clients with another husband and wife. Also, Jordan decided to stay on herself as a pretend client.
The small flat screen popped on.
“Hello everyone, welcome to Dark. My name is Becket. No one can see you, not even me. There are nineteen in your group, all chosen to fit your profile.
“Each of you has been given an identification number. When you enter Dark, you will be able to see your number on the wall, which will lead you back to your room. Under no circumstances are you permitted to enter another room. If you are feeling uncomfortable in any way, you can leave.
“It is very important that you crawl and move slowly. The most common injuries are when two people bang their heads together. The second most common injury is when someone is trampled. So I urge you to crawl…and move slow.”
Jordan thought about the new client in another room and how this would be the first time she heard this speech. For Jordan, it would be the second time. And for some of the others, it could be the fourth, or fifth time.
Becket continued. “You are not permitted under any circumstances to ask another person in your group their name. In fact, we encourage you not to speak to anyone in your group while inside Dark. We go through great lengths to protect your identity and are very serious about earning your trust.
“Well, that’s just about it. Since this is the first time for all of you, I suggest you drink down a shot of Dark Ice and take a moment to relax. Your limo driver should have given you a sample of Dark Ice, so you already know how potent it is. You should now undress and be ready. Please do not bring any clothing or jewelry inside of Dark. You are to be completely naked. You may stay inside Dark for as long as you wish. When you are finished, return to your room.”
The screen went blank.
Jordan drank down the shot of Dark Ice, then stripped off her clothes and sat on the couch. She remembered how nervous she was the first time she went inside. Now, she was excited to have sex with the others, along with the new client who deserved to have the time of her life.
Jordan rubbed the edge of her clit, which was already moist with anticipation. The lights began to dim.
She became excited when the flat screen popped back on. “Okay,” Becket said. “We will be turning the lights all the way off. The wall in front of you will then open.”
Jordan smiled, then lowered off the couch to her hands and knees. She began crawling forward as the room went black and the sound of the wall opened.
Becket’s voice appeared. “Enjoy your Dark experience…”
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