Around the World in 80 Men

Around the World in 80 Men

Book One

By

Brandi Ratliff

&

Rebecca Ratliff

Around the World in 80 Men

Copyright 2012 by Brandi Ratliff

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Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are
either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a
fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
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Chapter One

“If I do this...,” Morgan's whisper danced
slowly across her glossed lips, “my life will never be the
same.”

She gently took her bottom lip between her
teeth, and nervously rolled the slippery distraction back and forth
while she debated the biggest decision of her life. At least, thus
far.

Morgan Holland had been offered a chance to
see the world, something that she had only dared to dream of until
she met Julianne. It was a chance meeting actually, but one that
she would never forget, no matter what she decided to do.

Morgan had spent the first part of the
previous evening waiting for her date; a date that didn't bother to
show up. As she sipped her third glass of Moscato, waiting for Jack
Dalon, she noticed a very well dressed woman at the bar. A woman,
who had been staring directly at her.

Morgan readjusted herself in the soft high
back chair, hoping to send a subtle message for the older woman to
stare at someone else. But the move didn't work, because the woman
boldly stood, and walked directly to Morgan's table. Before Morgan
could speak, mystery lady introduced herself.

“Good evening. My name is Julianne Marks,
and I'd like to make a proposition.” The woman held her hand out
with a confidence typically displayed by men, and Morgan's hand was
drawn to Julianne like a moth to a flame.

“Uh, I'm Morgan.” The confused girl withdrew
her hand quickly, “can I help you?” Morgan didn't want to hear a
stranger's proposition, but it was obvious that Julianne wasn't
going to leave until she said whatever it was that brought her to
Morgan's table.

“May I sit?” Julianne pulled out the chair
across from Morgan, and seated herself.

Sure bitch, help yourself.

Morgan continued to look at Julianne,
forcing the intruder to explain, then leave.

Julianne's smile was genuine, and her beauty
was clearly still intact. She appeared to Morgan to be in her late
forties or early fifties, but maintained a stunning youthful look.
Her black hair was thick, and seemed quite long, even though it was
pulled up to the back of her head leaving intentional curly 'show
off' pieces falling out in organized chaos all over. Her eyes were
like melted chocolate, and her full lips that held a constant
smile, were the perfect setting to her amazingly straight and
bright teeth.

“I won't keep you, I know that waiting for a
date alone somehow feels less hurtful than having to do it with
someone watching you.” Julianne motioned for the waiter to bring
her drink to the table.

Morgan rolled her eyes, knowing that bold
and beautiful had just set up camp at her table.

Won't keep me? God, are you going to eat my
bread too?

After getting her drink, and thanking the
waiter, she continued, “Morgan, I'm a businesswoman, a recruiter,
if you will.” Julianne brought her glass to her lips, and sipped
slowly. She enjoyed whatever was in the glass, because the slight
moan that came from her mouth, as her tongue swept over her lips,
proved it.

“Ah, life can be so sweet, Morgan. With your
youth and beauty, you could have the sweetest life imaginable.”

Julianne finally sat back, and the next move
belonged to Morgan.

“Okay...it seems as if you have mistaken me
for someone else. I don't know if you're here to meet someone and
you believe I'm that person, but I'm not. Now please, leave me
alone, my date will be here soon.” Morgan looked away, trying once
again to use any and all more polite tactics to make her leave.

Julianne leaned in, and lowered her voice,
her smile never wavering, “Morgan, I'm here to recruit. And I want
you.” She leaned back in her chair, and picked up her glass again,
“there's no mistake, I know the goods when I see it, and you dear
heart, are certainly good.”

Julianne had lost two of her best employees
recently, and had been on the lookout for at least one replacement.
Not any girl would do, and not every girl would be willing, but
Morgan's beauty drew Julianne right to her. Also, the lack of ring,
along with the, I'm-being-stood-up look on her face, showed that
she was absolutely free of all ties to men at the moment.

Morgan was no longer confused, the woman's
meaning came through loud and clear, “Oh! Oh my God! You're like a
pimp or something!” Several people turned in their direction,
causing Julianne to laugh.

“Well, it might be best if we didn't shout
it to the restaurant, but yes, something like that.”

Morgan was disgusted, and she knew that the
older woman had no intentions of leaving her table. Just as well,
it was also pretty clear that Jack had stood her up.

Before Morgan could gather her bag, Julianne
reached for her arm, “Morgan, please, hear me out. Intelligence
tells us that listening, even if we don't agree, is the best form
of understanding anything in life.”

Morgan nearly dropped her bag that had only
made it as far as her lap. Those were the words that her
Grandmother would use on occasion. Not exactly, but the meaning was
the same. It made her relax for the moment, but she still held her
bag in her lap, ready to leave at a moment's notice.

“Thank you. Now, let me ask you something.
The man that you're waiting for, and clearly isn't going to show,
what were you planning to do with him tonight?” At Morgan's
diversion to eye contact, Julianne got her answer. “Exactly. You
were willing to give yourself to a man that sees you as nothing
short of disposable. Is that the life that you want? A trail of men
to use you, and your heart being broken over and over?”

Morgan knew that her words were a bit
dramatic, but the truth in them was undeniable.

It was true, Morgan had waited for a date
with Jack for nearly a month, and she more than likely would have
been willing to sleep with him to keep his attention. Stupid move,
but she had done it before. Julianne knew more than Morgan had
given her credit for.

“I say, be honest about it. Tell a man what
you'll do with him, sex or not, and he can pay you for your
company. It's the way things have been done since the beginning of
time. Oh, some women call it marriage, some call it dating, well I
call it business.”

When Morgan spoke, her voice was low.
Julianne leaned in to hear her. “I actually thought about it, a few
years ago. I wanted to go to college and I met a woman that, you
know, did that. I thought it would be good money, and I could pay
for school. But then I saw the guys that she did it with, and I
couldn't do it. Not for money, not for anything.” Morgan looked
down, trying to forget what she had seen.

Julianne's laughter brought Morgan's
attention from the table napkin that she had been staring at.

“Oh child, the men that you would date are
not the guys in the back alley looking for a quick blowjob. We're
talking about the cream of the crop here! Men that could have any
woman they want, but choose to pay for the best. They don't want
marriage, or commitments, they just want a nice time with a
beautiful woman.”

“Well,” Morgan started, her mind began
racing with a million questions, “look at tonight, I couldn't even
get this guy to show up.” She gestured toward the seat Julianne was
now occupying and let out a sigh of disappointment. “How do you
expect me to find the 'cream of the crop'?” she asked, making
invisible quotations in the air with her index and middle
fingers.

The smile never faded from Julianne's face.
She clasped her ring laden fingers together in front of her, and
leaned in closer to Morgan. With not much more than a whisper, she
spoke, “that's where I come in, my dear.”

Morgan stared at the rings. Diamonds? She
was sure they were real. And the rubies, they had to be real, too.
The gems reflected from the glasses and flickered flashes of white
and red across the table with every move of Julianne's long,
perfectly manicured, fingers. One of the glimmers darted away as
the older woman reached for her wine and Morgan was broken from her
trance. She slowly nodded her head in acknowledgment and faked a
small, curved smile.

Julianne continued, explaining to Morgan how
it were to work if she agreed. With over twenty years of
experience, she knew how to run the business. She told the young
girl that with over five-hundred proven, trustworthy, clients, from
all corners of the globe, Morgan's options, and income potential
were nearly limitless.

Morgan would sprinkle a question into the
conversation every so often, but otherwise, she just gave a solemn
nod between Julianne's long-winded sentences. There was one thing
that stood out to Morgan, one thing she never had much of
throughout her life, and that idea was quite appealing.

Her eyes made their way back to the diamond
rings, the Louis Vuitton handbag sitting on the table, Prada
sunglasses nestled atop her expensive haircut and earlier, when the
woman had been sitting at the bar, Morgan had recognized her
Versace heels, red as the lipstick she wore. She only knew the
heels because she had seen them in a magazine less than a week
prior. Morgan sighed again.

Money. That's what kept her
mind tangled around even the
possibility
of considering such a
notion.

“I'll think about it,” Morgan finally spoke.
She couldn't give a final choice, not then, not there. To avoid an
awkward silence, she grabbed her wine and deliberately drank the
last half as slowly as possibly. She propped her elbows on the
table and rested the glass between her palms, keeping the rim of
the glass between her lips, taking microscopic sips from
within.

Morgan thought the look of it might have
been more awkward than the conversation she was avoiding, but she
didn't feel like speaking about it any longer.

Still playing avoid-eye-contact, she caught
the waiter out of the corner of her eye and lifted her free hand
into the air, trying to capture his attention to get the check. Her
move was broken when Julianne reached across the table and gently
pushed Morgan's arm back down on the table.

“I've already taken care of it, dear,”
Julianne kept her hand over Morgan's as she spoke. “I know, I know.
This isn't at all what you expected tonight, but please, do think
about it. You have the potential, I knew it the second I saw you.”
With that, she reached within her purse and pulled out a hot pink
business card.

Of course. Any good pimp
wouldn't be caught dead unprepared for a recruiting
opportunity.
Thoughts of what the card said
crossed Morgan's mind as Julianne slid the card across the table
and she smiled as she thought of what an infomercial would sound
like.

Sluts-4-U. 9 out of 10 clients prefer our
bitches over the competition. Disease and crab free, FDA approved.
But wait, there's more, folks! Act now, and you'll also receive
exclusive back door play and titty fucking for free!

When Morgan flipped the card over, she was
actually disappointed to find out it only read Julianne's first and
last name and phone number in beautiful gold cursive lettering.

“You know what to do. Just call the number
if you decide this is something for you. I hope you consider the
opportunity, Morgan. You won't regret it, I promise.” Morgan
watched Julianne carefully apply a new coat of lipstick in a small
compact mirror, also made of solid gold.

“Okay,” Morgan wasn't sure what else to say.
They said their goodbye's and her eyes followed Julianne out of the
restaurant.

Chapter Two