Around the World in 80 Men

by Brandi Ratliff

  Morgan looked down at her feet, she wasn't sure if she should thank her, or just accept it. She settled on a nod.

  “Although, I think Dennis was a little disappointed you didn't choose him first. It's okay, I can see why you chose Cade, he's a spitfire, that's for sure,” Julianne continued without waiting for a response.

  Dennis was pretty cute, but he wasn't the kind of guy Morgan went for. Julianne had to have known she would have chosen Cade, he was the obvious choice. Something about a cocky attitude just had the ability to make the panties drop. In fact, she wouldn't have minded a little more practice. Morgan blushed and dipped her head lower so Julianne would not notice.

  “So the reason I came up here, I wanted to show you something, a little surprise, if you'll call it,” Julianne turned the chair around, and sat down, not noticing the broken limb. Morgan bit her lip, and walked up slowly behind her, placing her hands on the back of the chair. She didn't know why she was acting like a baby about it, it was just a stupid chair. Maybe she was afraid of the judgment, or maybe she was afraid of Julianne seeing a flaw in her new employee. Either way, she couldn't take it anymore.

  “I broke your chair!” Morgan blurted out, taking a step back from said broken chair, and bent over to retrieve the evidence. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll pay for it,” she continued.

  “Child, child, what are you going on about? Oh, this thing? Please, the hotel may be nice, but these things are pure shit,” Julianne spoke, slapping the good arm of the chair. “No need to get yourself worked up about it. One time I had a client who got so drunk, he tried flushing his jeans down the toilet, long story short, he turned the room into a swimming pool. Talk about an expensive bill! You have a lot of things to worry about, my dear, this is not one of them. Did you think I would be mad about a chair?”

  Morgan cracked a faint smile, the weight was lifted from her shoulders. “I just felt bad, I was going to look at Finlay again, and I didn't know if I was even allowed, but then I broke your chair, and I...”she continued rambling.

  “Finlay! That's where I was, come child, I have something to show you.” Julianne cut her off again.

  The smile grew on Morgan's face. She already had a deep admiration for Ms. Marks and a shit-load of respect. The smile remained glued to her lips as Julianne turned to face the computer once again and Morgan found her place behind her, waiting for the news on Finlay.

  “While I was out today, I got a notification that a one, Finlay Campbell, had sent a message. Unfortunately, I couldn't read the message from my phone, so we'll look at it together.” Julianne opened her database, and scrolled to her messages.

  Morgan, who was still hovering behind her and had her head at Julianne's shoulder, scanned the words as quickly as she could.

  Morgan, I can't wait to meet you, lass. Your new friend, Finlay.

  Chapter 7

  “Oh my God, he called me lass! Lass! Can you believe that? Like in the old days and everything!” Morgan squealed with delight, and stood only to pace with excitement.

  Julianne turned to watch her, and smiled at how young and carefree her new girl turned out to be. “You'll have the time of your life, Morgan.” As she watched her skip and pace back and forth in the main room, rambling about kilts and sword fights, there was a soft knock at the door.

  Still smiling, Julianne got up and opened it. Morgan looked over as well, and there in the doorway stood boy-next-door. “Dennis, what brings you this way?” Julianne motioned for him to enter.

  Dennis, once inside, told Julianne that he needed to speak with her in private. Morgan, noticing the silence that followed, announced that it was getting late and she bid them both a good night. She went into the guest room of the suite, and closed the door behind her.

  She flopped on top of the bed, still picturing Highland Warriors and the battles that they fought for a damsel in distress. Damsels that were locked away in Scottish castles by arrogant, and handsome, Scottish men. She giggled at her own imagination, and turned over to her stomach to stretch before getting ready for sleep.

  She stretched her arms straight in front of her, and pointed her toes as far as she could. In mid-plank, her door opened slightly and Julianne peeked her head in. “Morgan, could I speak to you for a moment?” As Morgan flipped back over, she told her to come in.

  “Dear, it would seem as if Dennis has been disappointed all day that he wasn't chosen for the practice session. He came to offer payment for your services for the night. Normally, I let my girls pick the men, but since you've already met him, I'm willing to make an exception. That is, if you're interested.” Julianne's business like approach meant that she needed an answer right away.

  Do I want to? He's cute..and he's obviously a sweet guy who probably wants to cuddle more than anything. “Sure, I'd love to. Just give me a minute, and send him in.” She smiled wildly, loving the fact that sweet Dennis couldn't resist her.

  Morgan walked to the pile of new clothes on top of the dresser, making a face at herself for not putting them away yet, and found an adorable matching pair of bra and panties. They were dark purple, with black lace, perfectly suitable for the casually-laying-around in bed look.

  She stripped down naked, and had just started to pull her panties up from her knees when the door opened. Morgan looked up to see Dennis walk in, and close the door behind him.

  “Dennis! Oh, sorry. If you'll give me just a minute more, I'll be ready.” She continued to pull up her panties when he walked to stand behind her.

  “No, leave them off.” From behind, he bent down and pushed her hands back down to remove the material completely. “Get in bed, sugar.” He put his hands at her waist, and turned her around toward the bed.

  It wasn't supposed to happen like this, she was supposed to arouse him, or excite him, or something. “Dennis, how about you get on the bed, and I'll let you know what to do.” She turned to him as she spoke, smiling sweetly, but with fake confidence.

  He turned her back around, and held her still while he whispered in her ear, “this isn't playtime, sugar. There's no game tonight, just us enjoying each other. Now, get in bed for me.” He stood back to his full height, and gently nudged her in the back.

  Confused, Morgan crawled onto the bed, and turned to lay on her back. She stared up at the tall man as he quickly removed his own clothes, and then moved over top of her to straddle her waist. “Don't look so worried, I promise you'll enjoy yourself.” He reached beside the bed, and took something from his discarded pants on the floor, and sat back up.

  “Put your hands together.” She just stared at him as he gently took her wrists, and tied them together. Morgan thought of screaming, Julianne was only outside the room. She tried to remain calm, and hold out as long as she could.

  Then Dennis raised her slender arms, and tied them to the metal headboard. She felt exposed, helpless, and strangely aroused. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He bent down, and placed his lips against her neck. His lips were warm, and felt wonderful against her sensitive skin. Then he lowered his kiss, down to her upper chest, and ran his tongue all the way down to her hardening nipple. He sucked one into his mouth, and rolled it around with his tongue, making Morgan moan weakly and squirm under his touch.

  The feeling was intense, and Morgan wanted more. It was frustrating to not touch him, but exciting as well. She pushed her chest harder against his mouth, and he covered more of her breast with his full lips. When she pushed again, not wanting him to stop, he removed his mouth from her, and looked over her squirming body. “I knew you would like that. Now spread your legs, Morgan.” He lowered his head, and waited her her to comply.

  She didn't know if she spread them because he told her to, or because his mouth was so close to her hard clit, but she spread them wide, and watched his head lower then take the swollen pink bud into his mouth. Again, he moved his tongue back and forth and the sensation forced her to arch against his mouth, and it nearly rendered her breathless. The tempo of his movement increased,
and the quick playful flicker of his tongue against her brought excruciating pleasure that brought her to the brink of climax. Her breathing changed, and her thrusts against him had a familiar rhythm that made him stop before it was too late.

  Morgan moaned at the loss of her building pleasure, and nearly begged him to continue with the look that she gave him. “Not yet, sugar.” He came back up to her face, and asked, “do you like to taste yourself on a man?” His eyes were intense, and filled with lust for her that made it all that more exciting.

  “Yes.” She spoke, and nodded at the same time. She knew that she wasn't like most women, because she really did like the taste of herself on a man's mouth and tongue. It was one thing that she had over most women in the sex department. She looked forward to his kiss, and to run her tongue over his lips.

  But he didn't kiss her, he grabbed his own throbbing manhood, and put it inside of her slowly, never stopping until he was sheathed entirely. His large dick filled her, and she again arched her back at the sweet unexpected intrusion, wanting to continue.

  Then he pulled out, all the way. She whimpered again, and raised herself toward him. He smiled and shook his head as he brought himself up to sit over her chest. His large wet cock throbbed in front of her face. “Lick yourself off of me, sugar.”

  That was new to her, normally she only tasted herself on a man's mouth. But his large member was only an inch from her mouth, and she licked her lips as she leaned slightly forward to take what he was offering.

  She slid her tongue from the bottom to the top, slowly tasting herself on every inch of the underside of him. She liked it, the smooth feel of his skin was like satin against her tongue. Morgan felt him jerk in response when she covered the head with her lips, and took half of him into her mouth. She licked, and sucked her way back to the top, feeling his desire jerk inside of her mouth. It was intoxicating to have that much power over a man when her hands were tied above her head.

  She picked up the pace, and his loud breathing mixed with hoarse moans, made her suck him faster and harder. “Stop!” He pulled from her mouth, and positioned himself back on top of her.

  With one quick move, he was back inside of her, thrusting all the way in, and pulling almost all the way out. He reached up, and untied her hands without ever slowing. Morgan instantly buried her fingers in his blonde hair, and squeezed her legs around his ass, pushing him harder inside of her. His movements were steady, and he hit the exact spot that she needed to escalate her passion to the point of white hot explosion.

  Morgan turned her head, and moaned loudly, “keep going, don't stop!” She was so close, and with two more deep thrusts, she came loudly, and her juices flowed over his buried shaft. Feeling her body spasm around him, he burrowed his head in the pillow beside hers, and pushed deep inside of her as he released. The heat from his eruption added to the lingering, yet still powerful, climax, and she moaned again until he was finished.

  They stayed in that position for several moments, not wanting to release each other. Finally, Dennis rolled over and looked at Morgan.

  “Sugar, you're amazing.” He kissed the tip of her nose, and got up from the bed. She lazily watched him dress, and asked if he were leaving so soon.

  He laughed, “yeah, I have to go. But if you're ever in town, look me up. Julianne has my information.”

  Morgan finally sat up in bed, “Dennis, I was wrong about you. You made me feel incredible, and I just wanted to say, thank you.”

  He stopped in his tracks, right before he opened the door, and responded, “Sugar, don't judge a man so quickly, he may just surprise you.” He winked at her, then walked out of the room.

  Chapter 8

  “No, Morgan, don't you touch that, young lady! You see that brawny man over there?” Julianne threatened as she pointed to a man with an all-too-tight tee shirt headed their way. “He'll get it for you,” she finished.

  Morgan withdrew her hand from the inside handle of the door like it suddenly had the plague. She quickly pulled her hand to her lap nervously and covered it with the other to wait patiently for Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome to approach her side of the car.

  She looked down at her hands and a big smirk spread across her lips. She couldn't remember a time in her life where a man had opened a door for her. Some of the guy's she had gone out with would text her as they arrived to her apartment stating they were outside, another man just honked his horn. And what had Morgan done? She would run outside and carry on with the date, not knowing the severity of everything that was just wrong with the whole thing.

  She had grown to just accept them as assholes, and never expected anything different. Sitting in the limo, waiting for someone to open her door made her feel a little silly. Morgan looked at the entrance of the white pillar building and rolled her eyes at the thought she could have already been inside if she had done it herself. She brushed it off and the smile returned.

  No, she would act like a lady and start demanding respect. Damn right, she deserved to have a man treat her right, and if it started with simply waiting for a man to open the car door for her, then she would wait.

  Caught in her own thoughts, she was startled when she heard the soft pop of the door becoming ajar. The door opened wide and the muscular man stepped aside and extended his hand down, offering it to Morgan for assistance. She took him up on his offer, grabbing his hand gently as she swung her legs to the side and slowly stood from the limo.

  Julianne was already standing at the front of the building, talking to another woman, who appeared to be much older, but still very well kept. The woman was short, at least a head shorter than Morgan, and a long gray skirt with a black, button-up, blouse and sensible heels.

  Morgan looked down at her own blouse, cleavage falling out everywhere, Julianne's orders. She flattened out her much shorter black skirt, then looked down to her four-inch pumps and wondered if she was overdressed for the occasion. Then again, Julianne hadn't even told her what they would be doing all day.

  “Get ready, my dear, we have a lot of work to do” had been Morgan's only clue for the day. That, along with three outfit changes until Julianne was pleased with the amount of ass and titties that were showing.

  The young girl thanked the man for opening her door, releasing his hand at the same time. Even the way he looked at her was far different than she was used to. Does he know? Does everyone know? Morgan told herself that it wasn't possible. Julianne conducted herself professionally, she wouldn't broadcast her business affairs like that.

  The older woman reached her hand out for Morgan's when the young girl was still a good fifteen feet away. Morgan smiled up at her and awkwardly quickened her pace to not keep the woman waiting and reached the top of the stairs to the large white building.

  “Hi, Morgan, so pleased to meet you!” the woman spoke as Morgan finally reached the top of the stairs and took the woman's hand in hers. “My name is Pauline Sanders, I will be your trainer today.”

  Trainer? Oh, no, please don't tell me this old woman isn't going to give me sex tips. Please, God, no.

  “Hi Pauline, pleasure meeting you as well,” Morgan quickly blurted. She released the old woman's hand and dropped her hands to her side, her mind still reeling of what kind of training she was going to receive from Ms...no, make that Mrs., Sanders.

  First, you carefully remove your dentures, like this my dear, and you can just go ahead and set those beside you. There you go, good job. Now you will take a firm hold of his...

  “Morgan?” Julianne placed her hand on Morgan's shoulder, and turned her toward the entrance of the building. “Off we go now, there's much work to do before tonight.”

  Morgan was relieved at that thought. At least she knew that the training couldn't go on all day. She watched as two men parted the large black doors like the Red Sea as the two older women, and Morgan followed suit, entering behind them. Once inside, Morgan realized it was not going to be a sex ed. Course after all.

  A sigh of relief expelled from the
young girl as she took in her surroundings in awe. Her heels echoed loudly as she walked across a beautiful ballroom floor. Her eyes widened at all of the detail, and she resisted the urge to bend down and touch the intricate design that was trapped beneath the wax surface. It was carefully detailed in gold leaf and vine design, and in the center was a delicate cherub.

  Wide trim outlined a large glass ceiling which was also detailed in the same gold design. She was greeted in the middle of the floor by an expertly carved nude woman, spewing water from a gold vase into a fountain. Coins of all sizes reflected back at her as she stared into the bright blue water.

  Morgan looked around the massive room and saw in front of her was a large courtyard outside. She walked over to the glass wall separating herself from the beautiful landscape. Thousands of flowers bloomed in every corner, as well as another fountain in the center. She saw a pavilion in the distance that resembled a gazebo on steroids, and a pond even further behind that. She wondered how she couldn't have seen any of this from the road.

  “Come, dear, let's sit,” she heard Pauline's voice sound behind her. With another glance outside, she made her way back to the two women.

  *****

  The remainder of the morning and afternoon had been spent discussing all the do's and don'ts. Not about sex, but about etiquette. Turned out, Pauline was one of the best of the best and had taught over four-thousand girls and women how to hold a fork. Okay, it was more than that, to Morgan, it seemed like a million new things she had to remember.

  She never minded an elbow on the table now and then, let alone how you're supposed to cross your legs in a skirt. Cross at the ankles, not at the knees, turning them slightly off to the side. Morgan was lucky to pick up carry-out Chinese once a month, let alone dine at a place that already had dinnerware lined up for you, and not just one fork, but three!

  Pauline was good, and Julianne had been there the whole time for reinforcement. “That's right, it doesn't matter if you have to wait in front of that restaurant for three damn hours, you must wait until a man passes that will open that door for you.”