Around the World in 80 Men (5 page)

She put her hand on his head, and told him
to sit up. When he was above her, she told him to remove his
clothes where he was. It took some maneuvering, but she was quickly
rewarded with what she had wanted to see since they started.

His beautiful cock was right in front of
her, throbbing with desire. She wanted to wrap her fingers around
it, to taste the gorgeous man that had her near panting with crazed
desire.

“Touch yourself, stroke your cock for me.”
She licked her lips, and never removed her eyes from his silky
manhood. He brought his hand to his mid section, and hesitated. “Do
it, give yourself pleasure for me.” She never looked up, she just
waited for the show.

He continued the move, and wrapped his
fingers around himself. “You have a beautiful cock, Cade. Stroke it
slowly, I want to hear the pleasure that you give yourself.” Cade
moaned at her words, and wanted only to drive himself into her
sweet body. It was torture for him, to be so close to her wet body,
and not yet be allowed to feel her surround him. She tasted so
good, and he wanted to have her all over him.

His hand felt warm around himself, and he
squeezed the head before stroking his entire length. He could come,
he knew that it would take only a few fast strokes, and he would
spill his seed all over the front of the beautiful girl that he had
writhing in pleasure only seconds before. He dropped his head back,
and slowly moved his hand up and down in front of her. When the
first drops of clear liquid began to show from the head, she leaned
forward, unable to resist a taste. Morgan's tongue slid over the
top of his dick, and he moaned louder, his sounds begging her to
continue. His hand slowed, and other hand wrapped around the back
of her head. She shook her head back and forth, and put her hand on
his to continue.

Her lips closed around his tip, and her
tongue danced around the opening, forcing more of the salty treat
to her mouth. He continued to stroke his length while she kept her
mouth fixed only to the large throbbing head of his cock.

When the pleasure was too much for Cade, he
nudged her gently from him, “if you keep doing that, I'll come.”
When she met his gaze, his eyes burned an intense desire that she
had never seen in another man before. That look, it was the most
exciting thing that she had ever seen.

“Fuck me, Cade.” Her voice was deeper than
her normal sound.

The man wasted no time, he was between her
legs before she could move up on the bed. “Don't go slow, I want
fucked like you mean it.”

His mouth came down hard on her own, and he
parted her lips quickly with his tongue. She could taste herself on
him, and she licked the inside of his mouth, enjoying the sensation
of his moans at what she was doing.

He grabbed the base of his dick, and rubbed
it along her swollen wet lips until he found her entrance. When he
did, he plunged inside of her and each thrust of his thick cock
filled her completely to the point of almost painful. She could
only manage to move slightly under his great size, but the lack of
her own movement brought her more pleasure, and Morgan pushed him
in deeper with her legs. Cade could no longer hold back when
Morgan's grip around his body tightened even more, and orgasmic
spasms squeezed her walls around him in a death grip that drove him
over the edge.

It was only a few intense moments, and Cade
brought his head up again. With a loud moan, then holding his
breath, she felt his manhood jerk inside of her, and the sweet hot
liquid shoot beyond her clenching walls.

*****

“Well Dennis, it's been an hour, do you
think it went well?” Julianne didn't get her answer from
Dennis.

Her lunch date looked beyond her shoulder
and nodded in the direction of the lounge entrance. “I believe
you're about to get your answer.”

Cade and Morgan made their way through the
lounge, and the dark haired man pulled a chair out for Morgan. He
stood behind the pretty young girl, and said, “Julianne, she's
perfect.”

Chapter Five

“
This one is beautiful!”
Morgan clasped her hands around the waist of the full-busted
mannequin and looked into its lifeless eyes before dropping her
gaze back to the dress. She tried to imagine herself in the red
gown, then wondered where she would even wear such a beautiful
piece. Her fingers ran down the side until her hand reached the
little white tag, $699.99.
For a dress?
Jesus Christ.

Morgan sighed, dropped the tag and took a
few paces back to continue admiring the dress. She hadn't noticed
Julianne at her side, sipping golden champagne from a tall glass,
until she spoke, “Gorgeous gown, isn't it?”

“Oh!” Morgan gasped, startled at Julianne's
presence, “I didn't know you were there. Yes, it is lovely.” She
followed it up with a nervous laugh and her cheeks flooded in
embarrassment.

Morgan had been partially raised by a single
mother, one that simply flitted through life and was always on the
lookout for number one. Prom? That was laughable. Morgan had saved
just enough money from her part-time serving job to buy a
secondhand dress at a local thrift store, only to have one of the
straps break during her first slow dance. Lucky enough, she had
covered her boob before the whole junior class got a peek. She
hadn't even bothered showing up for her senior prom.

Before Morgan could speak again, Julianne
snapped her fingers, getting the attention of one of the store
clerks. “This one,” she told the pretty brunette woman. She
explained to the girl, Beth as her name tag stated, the size needed
and also ordered a pair of matching high heels.

“No, no, I couldn't possibly...” Morgan
protested. Just the shoes and dress had to be over $1,000, Morgan
thought to herself, and Julianne had already purchased a dozen
other dresses, as well as skirts, tops, shorts, jeans, tank tops
and matching accessories for each outfit.

“No, I insist, you will look absolutely
amazing in this one, as well as the others,” Julianne cut her
off.

The two of them had said their farewells to
Cade and Dennis, and Morgan had spent the better half of the day,
in and out of dressing rooms, modeling for Julianne. The first
couple of times, Julianne would quickly approach the young girl,
reaching her long fingers into Morgan's bra and would lift her
breasts until maximum cleavage was achieved. Morgan caught on
quickly and did it herself before leaving the dressing room so
Julianne wouldn't need to fondle her again.

“Okay, I'll pay for this, you finish your
champagne, and now that we have some clothing for you, we need to
work on that complexion. Oh, and this, too,” Julianne added,
plucking a push-up bra from a nearby display. “We'll get you more
of these later, but for now, this will do.”

Morgan's cheeks turned red
once more and she resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her
hands in an instinct to hide them from Julianne. She then
smiled,
it's like the kind
real
women wear,
and actually looked forward to trying it
on.

Julianne did as she said, paid for the
garments, and the two of them retreated back to the white
limousine, in which the driver quickly jumped out and opened the
side doors for the ladies. Morgan slid inside, gently pushing the
bags that were scattered about the floor of the vehicle out of her
leg space and Julianne followed.

“Okay, now, while we're waiting for your
spray-tan appointment, let's talk about what you've learned so
far,” Julianne crossed her right leg over her left and poured
Morgan a glass of wine from the cooler.

“Well, I've definitely learned a lot about
what I've been doing wrong. I think it went really well with Cade,”
the blonde spoke, taking the glass from Julianne's hand. Morgan
finally felt confident, confident enough to believe she could
really do it. She smiled as she thought back on Cade, it had gone
very well; he had been completely at her mercy. It felt good,
empowering.

“The whole deal with making them want you,
but not letting them know that you're the one who has control,
that's good stuff. Freakin' brilliant, actually.” Morgan laughed at
her discovery of the male psyche she had only learned a few hours
prior.

Julianne smiled at her
apprentice, nodding before taking a sip of wine. “That's the big
secret, Morgan. That's all there is to it. Any guy can find a
street hooker, they're a dime a dozen, you know this. But women
like us,” she pointed her index finger back and forth between the
two of them, “no, no, we're not a dime a dozen, child. Like goddamn
diamonds, we are. You're not just for an evening round or two at a
podunk hotel room. We don't have
Deliverance
clients, either. These
men are top of the line. They want the best, they pay for the best.
You, my dear, are the best.” She gave Morgan a subtle wink and held
her glass out in the middle of the limo cabin, suggesting a toast.
Morgan clinked her glass against the older woman's, toasting their
chance meeting and more importantly, the start of Morgan's new
life.

*****

“Shit, shit, shit....it's so cold!” Morgan
stood butt naked, spread eagle behind the little partition at the
tanning salon.

“Don't move, Morgan, you'll mess it all up!”
Julianne warned her. “You don't want to look like an oompa-loompa,
now do you?”

“Oh...my...God! I think my nipples could cut
glass right now, how much longer?”

“Fifteen...eleven...six....two,” Julianne counted down the
remaining seconds displayed on the spray tan machine.
Beeeeeep.
“There, all
done. Now you just have to wait for it to dry... no, don't you put
that shirt on!” Morgan was caught in mid-bend, reaching for her tee
when Julianne poked her head around the flimsy wall.

Morgan was reminded of how a
puppy must have felt when reprimanded for peeing on the carpet and
giggled to herself,
bad Morgan!

“Okay, okay,” the naked girl agreed,
wrapping her hands around her chest. She wasn't used to everyone
and their mom seeing her naked, but it was another thing she was
going to have to get used to. She sighed and removed her arms from
her chest and strut like a peacock with confidence to the little
blue stool in the corner, crossing her legs as she sat. “How
long?”

“Fifteen minutes, at least. We don't want
streaks, and get up from there or your bottom will smudge.”

Morgan sighed again and did as she was told.
After all, nobody liked a smudged bottom. “So, question...” she
began, walking over to Julianne who was now completely behind the
partition. With a voice not much higher than a whisper, Morgan
asked her question, “so, are these guys, you know, clean? Are they
checked or anything?”

Julianne laughed loudly, causing Morgan to
recoil. She raised her hands in front of her and lowered them,
trying to shush the laughing hyena. Morgan peeked outside of the
little room, making sure no unwanted guests were eavesdropping.

The curly-haired woman finally calmed down,
“Sorry, sorry, it's only so funny how shy you are about all of
this. Let loose, it's nothing to be ashamed of, Morgan. We're just
businesswomen who happen to conduct business a little differently
than most. But, to your question, I'm glad you asked. I'll have you
know, that yes, all of our clients are checked at least three times
a year for any potential problems. If any red flags appear, they're
immediately dropped from the database.”

Morgan let out a sigh of relief, it was a
question that had been lingering in her mind all day, but now a new
curiosity arose, “database?”

Twenty minutes later, the women were seated
inside the limousine, heading back to the hotel for the
afternoon.

Morgan took another smooth
sip of wine, and asked again about Julianne's
database
.

“Well, it's my client collection, of course.
I have them all over the world, and when we get back to my room,
I'll show you everything.” Julianne clearly dropped the subject,
and the women enjoyed their ride back to the Windsor.

As they walked through the lobby of the
hotel, Julianne motioned for a man standing next to the customer
counter. When he approached, “Charles, send up a few of the chef's
specials, along with salad and a nice selection of desserts.”

Charles nodded, “right away,” then walked
off in the direction of the kitchen.

Morgan envied her, the way Julianne
commanded a room, not to mention the lavish lifestyle that she had
provided for herself. “Julianne, do they know what you do?” Morgan
covertly moved her eyes around the room to indicate the staff of
the Windsor.

“I imagine some do, why? Money spends the
same, no matter how it's earned.” Her smile was infectious, and
they both carried one all the way to the fifth floor.

Once inside the suite, Julianne walked
straight to her computer and motioned for Morgan to pull up a
chair. When the young girl did, Julianne opened her database. “This
page shows me all of my contacts. And this page,” she clicked the
green 'available' button, “shows me who is in need of companionship
at any given time.” She pointed to the men on the screen, and then
showed Morgan where to look for their bio pages.

As Julianne scrolled to the proper area of
the screen, she asked, “Oh, I forgot, you do have a passport,
right?' Something that important didn't often get by Julianne, but
the older women instantly thought that her new girl could stay
local until she got one, if need be.

“Yep. Not that I've ever used it, but I have
it.” She kept her face glued to the screen.