Around the World in 80 Men (4 page)

At the sound of the click, Morgan put her
phone against her chin, and blankly stared at her beige wall in
front of her. “I won't be coming back home.” She then looked to her
right, and her eyes followed the small cracked counter in her
kitchen, then to the two person table that she had found at a
garage sale a year prior. “I won't be coming back.” A smile took
shape slowly on her sleep reddened face, then grew larger as she
pulled the tiger blanket from her body.

“I won't be coming back!” She ran to the
bathroom, and started her shower.

At the Windsor Inn, Julianne was waiting for
the two men that she had called to help her with Morgan's
adjustments. A favor, one that they were more than happy to help
the woman with. They would help guide Morgan in the ways of
seduction, and prepare her for the future job skills that she
required. Julianne hoped that Morgan wouldn't need much help, but
the men that she had enlisted for 'class' would teach her
everything she needed to know.

Then, she would take the young girl for a
day of pampering and beautifying, along with a few hours of clothes
shopping, and her young prodigy should be ready for her first
client.

Chapter Four

Morgan arrived at the Windsor with ten
minutes to spare. She had showered, and thrown all the clothes that
she could fit into her one pink suitcase. Then, in the bathroom,
her sink was relieved of the few beauty products that she owned,
and dropped inside of her near empty flowered cloth bag. After a
quick run through of the small apartment, she found her one small
photo album that she had saved from childhood, and her tiger
blanket; all of which were thrown into the back of her decrepit
green Vega.

The entire process had taken less than
thirty minutes, allowing her the early arrival to the hotel. As
Morgan stood outside of Julianne's room, she knew that there was no
turning back. The young woman had already turned in her keys, and
told Mrs. Wilcox that she had to leave town to tend to her mother.
The lie was uncomfortable since Morgan hadn't seen her mother in
nearly four years, but it was the only thing that would convince
her landlady to break the lease. Standing outside of the decorative
white door, Morgan shook the thoughts of her childhood from her
mind, and knocked weakly.

The door opened to reveal a very pretty, and
very energetic Julianne. “Good morning, Morgan. Please, come in.”
The older woman smiled, and moved to the side to allow Morgan to
enter.

Once in the main room, a man stood from the
couch and walked immediately to Morgan's side, taking her bags from
her hands. He carried them to another room, and returned, standing
beside Julianne. Morgan handed Julianne her medical report, then
clasped her hands together nervously. She appreciated the fact that
Julianne expected her to be healthy, and critter free in the parts
that count.

“Morgan, this is Dennis. He'll be helping us
this morning with a few lessons.” Julianne motioned to the handsome
man at her side.

Morgan looked him over, thoughts of lessons
filled her mind with questions about what his role would be. She
didn't have to over think it, it was clear what she would have to
do with him. Her heart began to race, and her mouth went dry with
nerves. She wanted to run away. Maybe Mrs. Wilcox will understand,
and she could get her apartment back. Maybe she should stay and see
if she could go through with it. Maybe.

Dennis stepped forward, and took Morgan's
hand gently into his. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Morgan.” He
raised her small hand to his mouth, and brushed his full lips
against her skin.

That was...nice.
Morgan smiled, and returned the greeting. Then she
looked to Julianne for their next move.

Before anyone else could speak, another man
entered the room. He had clearly just taken a shower, as water was
still dripping from his short black hair. He didn't wait for an
introduction. “Morgan, I'm Cade.” Mr. Dripping Hair reached for her
hand, and took it boldly into his. He held it for a few seconds
longer than needed, and said, “It's going to be very nice to fuck
you.”

He smiled at her reaction, then turned
around and took a seat on the white sofa in front of large bay
windows.

Morgan found her words, almost. “I, uh, I
don't think, I mean..”

“Oh Morgan, he's just
testing you dear. The truth is, you'll meet all sorts of men with
different feelings toward sex.” Julianne motioned to the blonde man
beside her, “for example, Dennis here has a more gentle approach.
I'm sure he wants you, and would be thrilled with a long night of
passion and tenderness.” Then she turned around, and pointed
briefly at Cade, “then we have men like Cade, who are full of
themselves, and believe that
you
would be the benefactor of an afternoon
delight.”

Julianne walked into the kitchenette, and
offered everyone coffee. As she poured their caffeine laden drinks,
she continued, “have a seat, Morgan. We have so much information to
cover, and the quicker we get started, the quicker you can, well,
get started.”

Morgan kept her head down, avoiding eye
contact with either men, and sat on a plush white chair beside the
sofa. She put her hands in her lap, and waited.

“How is it Morgan, that you excite a man?
What do you do when you begin to make love?” Julianne handed the
young woman her coffee, then seated herself beside Dennis.

Morgan was taken aback by the question, and
doubt again was creeping through her mind. She took a shaky breath,
and tried to find the words to answer Julianne.

“Uh, I, would get undressed and I would, I
don't know....I would..,” Morgan thought of the night before, and
replayed the scene in her mind. Jack had certainly been aroused,
and he had no doubt about what she had wanted.

“I would climb onto his lap, and kiss his
neck or his chest.” That sounded good enough, any man would react
to that move.

Julianne smiled, and looked down at her cup.
When she looked back up, Morgan's face had turned red with
Julianne's reaction.

“Oh Morgan, don't be embarrassed. We're here
to teach you, and it's important to know what you need to learn.”
The older woman leaned back onto the sofa, and took a drink before
she continued.

“Morgan, what you're talking about is
physical stimulation. That's not hard to do, considering a hot
blooded male could be stimulated by an allergy commercial if the
woman on TV were wearing short enough shorts. I'm talking about
excitement, arousal. Do you know the difference?” Julianne's
serious look made Morgan feel a little better. She would prefer a
direct conversation over subtle smiles and awkward silence.

“Well, I guess I don't. I'm sorry.” Morgan
looked at her feet, and refused to look up in fear of the
condescending smile again.

For the following two hours, Julianne taught
Morgan the very essence of seduction. The Holy Grail of arousal,
and the difference between stimulation, and excitement. Morgan
listened to every word, and often cringed at her past behavior, and
how very wrong she had approached the opposite sex.

Morgan's way to seduction had always been
the same; flirt, smile, let a man know that she was interested.
That would often times lead to interest, which led to a date, then
led to sex on occasion. What Morgan learned was that available and
attractive men have that opportunity quite often, so Morgan had
never shined in any specific way. In fact, she let herself be
forgettable. It was a shame, Julianne had told her, because
Morgan's beauty had been wasted thus far due to a simple flaw in
her delivery.

“You could have gotten a man's attention in
that way. It's always possible for feelings to grow from sex. But
it's rare, and you were destined to remain single for quite some
time if you thought sex would land a long term mate.”

That hit home the hardest for Morgan,
because until that moment, she didn't realize that she had done
just that. It also explained her disappointment when it never
happened for her.

The subtleties made all the difference in
true arousal. Making a man want her, without throwing herself at
him with childish smiles and flirtation. The game had to be
different, and Morgan had learned a lifetime of knowledge in one
afternoon.

The way a woman walks, the clothes she
wears, her scent, and the way she gazes into a man's eyes for a
brief moment, were all the necessary factors in the game. The best
hand to play, was to make any man feel lucky to have her after he'd
been tortured with desire. The torture could last for minutes, or
days, it didn't matter. But she had to make him feel as if he were
getting a rare and valuable prize.

“Now Morgan, it's up to you
to choose which man you'll practice on. Will you play it safe, and
pick Dennis? Or do you think you're ready for someone who
knows
that you already
want him?' Julianne's face held a seriousness that intimidated
Morgan, and the young girl didn't want to make the wrong
choice.

Morgan stood up, feeling empowered with her
new information, and walked to Julianne's side in the middle of the
room. She looked at Dennis, his blonde hair and blue eyes screaming
'boy next door.' Then over to Cade, with his short dark hair,
whiskey colored eyes, and the cockiness that she had always been
attracted to.

She started to walk forward, and Julianne
clenched her hands at her sides, waiting for the choice to be made.
She released her fingers when Morgan stood in front of Cade.

She looked into Cade's eyes, seeing desire
already present as he looked at her, “you said that you couldn't
wait to fuck me. Well, now's your chance to prove it.” Morgan
turned her back, and walked slowly into the bedroom, swaying her
hips a little more than usual.

Cade didn't speak, he stood and followed
her, closing the door behind him. Julianne smiled at Dennis, and
motioned for him to leave with her. They would go to the lounge
downstairs, and wait for the verdict on her young hopeful.

Cade stood, leaning against the bedroom
door, as he stared at Morgan. She had already sat on the end of the
bed, and looked back at him with a casual expression on her
face.

“Well, what is it you think you can do that
hasn't been done already? How will you please me?” Cade started
walking slowly over to her, unbuttoning his shirt on the way.

“It's not what I'll do for you, Cade.” She
turned her head sideways, “it's what you're going to do for me.”
The man stopped in his tracks, and smiled at the beauty.

“And what will I do for you?” His smile
nearly melted her resolve, but she continued.

“First, you'll leave your clothes on until I
want them off. For now, come here and undress me...slowly.” She
leaned back, allowing him to start removing her clothes.

He took the final steps to the bed, then put
his knee beside her, then the other, until he had straddled her
hips. She could see right in front of her that he was hard, the
outline of a very large prize was trying to entice her touch. She
resisted, it wasn't her old life any longer, and she would enjoy
being pleased by the gorgeous man.

He reached between his own legs to grab the
bottom of her tee shirt, and slowly pulled it over her head. He
tossed it on the floor beside the bed, and looked down at her large
breasts. “Very nice, Morgan.” He started to touch her, but she
shook her head and smiled.

“No, take off my bra first.” She tilted her
head to the side, and watched him as he unhooked the front clasp,
and she sat up a bit to allow him to take it off completely. When
he looked down at her again, his hands moved slowly to her hard
pink nipples.

“Cade, not with your hands. Touch them with
your mouth.” Morgan leaned back entirely, and rested her head on an
oversized pillow.

He moved his body down, and straddled her
knees. Cade slowly lowered his upper body, and took an erect nipple
into his mouth. His hot tongue sent waves of pleasure through
Morgan's body, down to her heating core. “Gently, Cade, use your
teeth.” A soft moan came from his full mouth, and the sound added
to Morgan's pleasure.

He held her hard pink nipple between his
teeth, and gently moved his mouth back and forth, bringing white
hot pulses of pleasure from his mouth. She wanted more, needed
more. “That feels so good...use your tongue.” Morgan's head pushed
deeper into the pillow as he nipped and sucked her needy bud. “The
other one.” As his mouth moved from one breast to the other, she
moaned in displeasure at the loss, then a quick intake of breath as
his mouth took hold again.

As his mouth worked miracles, she reached
down and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. Morgan moved his
hand to her waist, forcing him to remove her pants while his mouth
stayed busy. He did. Cade tossed her jeans and panties in the same
place as her shirt, and moaned loudly when Morgan wrapped her bare
legs around his waist. She pulled him down with her legs, expecting
to feel his mouth on her moistened center.

She wanted him inside of her, pleasure had
mounted to the point of explosion, but she put her hands on the top
of his head, and pushed gently to help him get to her pulsing clit
faster. She tried to keep focus on the goal, to extend the torment
for both of them.

As his mouth closed in around their target,
she squirmed upward and he followed her body with every movement.
The feeling was over powering, and his tongue danced back and forth
over the swollen part that nearly made her climax within seconds.
“Put your finger inside of me.” As he slid his middle finger into
her hot wet opening, she pushed her body down on his hand, and
forced a more penetrating entrance. Morgan's body took over, and
she arched her back to allow him to go even deeper. Cade pulled his
finger back, then inserted two on his next thrust. He picked up the
pace, and the feel of his mouth and fingers had Morgan squeezing
her eyes shut hard with pleasure that kept her on the fine line
between climax and euphoria. “Slow down, god Cade, slow down.” Her
breathy plea brought a smile to his face that she could feel
against her body.