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out. He was not fully hard yet, but was able to ease it inside of Jordan.
    She could feel the swell of his cock becoming larger, gradually filling her pussy. Then as if reading her mind, he lifted her leg, rested the boot on his shoulder, and fucked her with vigorous thrusts.
    A car pulled in, searching for an open parking spot. Jordan looked over, seeing the car full of women, applauding, yelling, and laughing. They beeped and continued forward.
    Jordan suddenly felt Mitch cum inside of her. There was so much warm liquid that she had an orgasm that lasted for several seconds.
    Mitch did not stop. He continued fucking her with his limp, yet thick cock. It slid on the edge of her clit, bringing her to another orgasm.
    He continued as more cars pulled in, beeping their horns, and idiot rednecks yelling things like, “Yead dude! Fuck that bitch!”
    Mitch continued until his cock inflated to its rock hard size. He ignored the cars, the rednecks, and the screaming. Instead, he stared into Jordan’s eyes, fucking with all the strength he had remaining, clutching her boot and pushing her leg in the air.
    “Mitch?” a woman asked.
    He turned, while keeping his cock inside of her. Jordan leaned to her right, seeing the icy blue dress.
    “I was just following your lead,” Mitch said to his wife. “Where is the guy that you were fucking?”
    “He took off.”
    Mitch turned and smiled at Jordan. “Well, I’m busy at the moment. I’ll see you at home.”
    Mitch slid his cock out of Jordan, pulled her off the hood, bent her over, then fucked her from behind.
    He continued fucking her for another twenty minutes.

18
    During the next five days, Jordan was in a funk that she could not shake out of. She spent her time watching television, but not really paying attention. Her mind drifted to the man she supposedly fell in love with at Dark. She did not feel the same as when she first left Dark.
    In fact, she had lost the urge to have sex. Jordan had become depressed, but could not figure out what brought her down. She couldn’t eat. Sleep. Or even have the strength to swim a few laps in the pool.
    When early Monday afternoon arrived, Jordan had debated whether she wanted to meet Zizi and be taken to Dark. The thought of being inside a room with a bunch of horny people did not appeal to Jordan as it had last week.
    Jordan dressed in jeans and white sweater with Nashville written in baby blue letters on the upper left. She gazed at her collection of shoes, deciding on the boots.
    When Jordan arrived at the 4th & Commerce Parking Garage, she used the elevator instead of walking up to the fourth level. Zizi stood by the limo wearing her tight white blouse, short black skirt, thigh high black stockings, and black tennis shoes. She opened the back door as Jordan approached. Jordan slid in and sprawled out on the leather seat.
    Zizi fired up the engine and maneuvered the limo down the four levels and away from the parking garage. She glanced in the review mirror. “Are you okay?”
    Jordan sighed. “I don’t know.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I really don’t know.”
    “Are you sick? If so, you shouldn’t go to Dark today.”
    “I’m not sick. I’m feeling…uggg...”
    “Drink some Dark Ice. That will bring your spirit back from the dead.”
    Jordan eyed the tumbler glass with black liquid. She scooped up the glass and slugged it down. She laid back on the leather seat, waiting for the Dark Ice to take hold of her.
    About ten minutes later, Jordan felt a moistness develop in-between her legs. She closed her eyes, drifting to a place that seemed far from her normal world.
    “You have time,” Zizi said. “I’ll let you know when we are about five minutes away.”
    Jordan unzipped her pants then reached her hand inside her underwear. She rubbed her moist clit, letting the wetness lubricate her fingers.
    Another wave of the Dark Ice took hold, followed by another. Jordan dipped her middle finger inside her pussy, teasing it in