Around the World in 80 Men Series Boxed Set 1-10

by Brandi Ratliff

  Morgan hung up the phone, “Oh my God!” She couldn't even remember what she had just said, but she already wished she could take it back.

  “Shit, shit, shit! Alright, I got this...I've had sex, lots of sex, this won't be any different than that.” She nodded to herself, then ran to the tiny bathroom to get a shower. She could always think better in the shower.

  As the hot water beat down on her long blonde hair, she wondered what her new life would be like. Would men just buy her things that she wanted? Would it be like a paycheck? Where would she live? That thought stuck around.

  Hotels, that's where I'll live. And I'll be waited on and served like all the other rich people that stay there.

  She smiled as she turned under the shower head, facing the heated waterfall. Her mind floated over every detail in her imaginary room; satin sheets, jet tub, gourmet food delivered to her door, and those little chocolates that they put on the bed each day. Yes, that's the life that she wanted.

  By the time she was finished with her shower, she began to believe that her new life was within reach. She started to wrap her maroon bath towel around her slender body, but stopped in mid-wrap. She dropped the towel, and turned to the full length mirror on the back of her bathroom door.

  Her breasts were first to be acknowledged. Large, but not obnoxious. They were also firm, something that large breasts typically were not. She put her hands under them, and pushed them up to simulate the effects of a very expensive push up bra. Not that she had ever owned one, there was no need. Morgan never wore low cut shirts, and her girls were always safely tucked away in a sensible, and quite cheap, white bra.

  Then she turned to the side, seeing that her ass stuck out just enough to make a pair of jeans look good. That was her favorite feature, but she rarely tried to bring attention to it. Back to the front, she looked at her stomach. It was fairly flat, but lacked the definition that she envied on some of the girls that she would see on the beach.

  “I suppose I'm no better or worse than the other women who do this.” Do this? She spoke the words as if her mind was already made up. But that couldn't be, she thought, because she hadn't even passed the test yet. Her thoughts went to Jack, and her heart started racing all over again.

  She pictured the ass in her mind. Six-feet-two-inches of hunk. He was exactly her type, the dick type. She chased guys like Jack and longed for them when she wasn't chasing one. Jack; a guy that was gorgeous, self centered, borderline rude in public, and great in bed. She'll never understand what she saw in guys like him. Guys that had no regard for her whatsoever. She used to wonder if she just wanted to change them, or if it was just the challenge of a guy like that taking notice of her. But she gave up trying to figure it out, and resigned herself to the fact that she liked asshole men.

  With her history, she really didn't know if she could get his attention, then walk away from him. If she was good enough, and he wanted more, could she say no? She had no idea, but she would soon find out.

  As she got dressed, choosing a pair of straight leg distressed jeans and an Ohio State sweatshirt, she began to realize that it would take more than just having sex. Much more. She would need to play the part, and make him believe that she wanted him. That's what they would be paying her for. Both her acting and sexual abilities.

  When she was dressed, she brushed out her long hair as she stared into the mirror. “I should have joined the drama club in school.” Acting, that's what she would have to do. Obviously, her normal self didn't bring millionaires to her front door. She couldn't even give it away at that point.

  Morgan spent the rest of the afternoon trying her best not to think of the future. She decided that she would either have the ability to do it, or she wouldn't. She watched four movies, back to back, of bone-crushing horror flicks. They always took the edge off when she needed a distraction. For the most part, it had worked, but it was nearing nightfall and Mr. Experiment would possibly arrive shortly.

  She had put the final touches on her appearance by eight o'clock. She wore a short black cocktail dress, normally reserved for her second date, that was held at the shoulders by narrow black strings that were attached with dark pink roses at the chest. She wore her hair down, as Jack had mentioned once that he liked it that way, and she had put a few large spiral curls throughout. Her light green eyes were brought to the forefront by a touch of sable eye color, and a thin line of brown eyeliner. Her lips were lined with a deep mauve, and the fullness of her lips filled with a color one step lighter. She applied only a hint of blush on her high cheek bones, and topped it all off with a shiny gloss that was guaranteed to last through the night.

  “Not this night, I hope.” She put the gloss down, and walked with confidence to her kitchen. Once there, another bottle of Moscato had just met its maker.

  Two servings in, Morgan nearly dropped her glass when she heard the beginning to her new life. The doorbell.

  Chapter Three

  “Oh god, he came! He actually came!” Morgan continued expressing her surprise as she frantically scanned her little apartment for anything out of place. She had never really expected him to show up. Sure, it had been a subconscious hopeful thought, but consciously, she was hoping he wouldn't show, or perhaps get hit by a car along the way. Not seriously injured, of course, just enough to postpone the rendezvous.

  She wrapped her fingers around the silver knob on the door, just as the doorbell sounded again, causing her to jump back and nearly fall as her four inch heel twisted against the carpet.

  Once again, she grabbed the knob, this time accomplishing a full turn, and slowly opened the door. She couldn't help the butterflies that instantly swarmed in her stomach, and certainly couldn't avoid the smile that spread across her face.

  There he was, standing in her hallway. On one hand, she wanted to ravish him right then and there, on the other, she wanted to punch him right in that prominent jaw...caress her fingers across that neatly shaven goatee, kiss those luscious lips, don't even get her started on those icy blue...shit.

  Morgan halted her daydreaming in time for him to barge through her arm that had been propped against the doorway. Morgan kept her huff to herself and watched him, well, his ass, walk into her kitchen and find its place at her little two-person table.

  He grabbed an apple from the blue bowl in the center of the white table and lifted his hips to reach a pocket knife from his back pocket. “So, what's this about?” he asked, beginning to whittle away at the apple's skin, flaking little red strips across the table and floor.

  Are you kidding me right now? You fuckin' prick. Breathe, Morgan, breathe.

  “Something about you making it up to me for leavin' me high and dry last night? That was bullshit, by the way,” he continued. He was just as good of an actor as she was trying to be.

  Morgan watched a few more pieces fall to the table. She clenched her jaw before letting words fly out of her mouth that she'd likely regret. She inhaled deeply, and conjured the most seductive smile she could and walked toward him. This is just a test, c'mon, I can do this, she told herself.

  He stopped picking away at the apple and finally looked up when she was right in front of him. Morgan grabbed the naked fruit from his hand, then the knife, and set them on the table in front of him before she grabbed his broad shoulders for support and made her next move.

  One leg at a time, she straddled his lap, and her hands found their place on his neck and the back of his head. She curled her fingers though his dark hair, cocking her head to the side, she softly spoke, “yes, I am going to make it up to you, Jack. I'm sorry I didn't show, I should have told you I wasn't going to be there. I can't imagine how you felt sitting there, all alone. I hope you didn't wait long.” She smiled sweetly at him, thoroughly impressed with her own lying skills.

  “Nah, I didn't wait too long, it's...” he began, but lost his thought when Morgan pushed her hips forward, purposely grinding against the bulge in his jeans. Jack made a little sound, cleari
ng his throat and tried to continue. “Yeah, uh, it's cool though. Don't wor...” This time, he finished his sentence with a deep sigh as Morgan leaned forward and gave him a gentle nibble on his earlobe, then pulled it between her lips, giving a tease with her tongue before releasing it. She followed it up with a few kisses down his jawline until she nearly reached his lips and she sat up, again, repositioning herself on his lap.

  She felt him begin to harden between her legs and her confidence soared. There's nothing to it, she thought. Morgan inched herself back a bit, making room to reach his lap. Her eyes caught the growing mound in his jeans and she bit her lip, trying to control her urge to pop his dick out and go to town. Control yourself, you have the upper hand.

  Jack grabbed Morgan's hand that had been wrapped around his head and placed it right on the perfectly defined shape of his cock outlined against his jeans. Morgan bit her own lip even harder before wrapping her hand in a half circle around it. Her fingers ran up his shaft, then back down, driving Jack mad with her slow, deliberate movements. She had done perfectly fine avoiding eye contact up until that point, but he placed his finger under her chin and guided her lips to his.

  Their lips met, and she felt his hands tightly wrap around her ass as he pulled her closer. Morgan felt his desire jerk between her legs again and a quiet moan escaped her lips.

  Morgan broke the kiss, knowing she couldn't just sit and grind on his lap the whole time. It's just sex. What do men like? Blowjobs. They like that. She climbed off his lap and dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers quickly getting to work on his belt. To speed things up, Jack lifted his hips to give Morgan room to pull his jeans apart, just enough to release his cock from its restraint. She nearly gasped when his large dick popped out, giving her a standing ovation for her freeing it. Holy shit.

  He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head, letting Morgan know what he expected next. His cocky attitude changed her mind and she smiled, knowing she wasn't going to give him what he wanted after all. She leaned over his lap, the tips of her hair brushing against his dick, making it jerk again. Morgan wrapped her fingers around his most prized possession and ran her hand from the head to the base, just to get his attention. When he looked at her, she shook her finger back and forth silently, letting him know he could ease the 'I'm getting head' position. Instead, she undid the straps to her dress and let it fall to the floor, then did the same with her bra and panties.

  The deep moan that came from him told her he liked what he saw, so she slowed her movements even more, I'm going to torture you, Jack. She got back to her knees and pulled his jeans to his feet, then he stepped out of them. She took her time with his shirt as well, making each of the buttons on his white button-up shirt take painstakingly long.

  “Get up,” Jack stood from the wooden chair, then put a hand out for Morgan. She thought about how easy it would be to leave him hanging, an order of blue balls, coming right up, but that would defeat the purpose of everything. She had to find out, she had to know whether she could do it or not. Morgan took his hand and got to her feet. As she wondered what her next move was going to be, he made it for her.

  Jack took a step forward and wrapped one of his large hands around the back or Morgan's head, his fingers entangling themselves in the locks she'd spend over an hour perfecting. His lips came down on hers again and he walked her backward until her back was up against the wall. At that moment, as his lips made their way to her neck and he issued a series of soft kisses from her earlobe to her breast, she got the first glimmer of hope. If I can deal with your lips on me and play along with a smile, I think I just might be able to do this.

  His warm tongue found one of her nipples and Morgan's hands found the back of his head. She put her head back against the wall and pushed his head forward, letting him know she wanted more. The tip of his tongue flicked back and forth across her sensitive bud and Morgan closed her eyes as she pushed the image of Jack from her mind and enjoyed his touch for what it was. “More,” she told him, but just as she'd done to him, he looked up to her with a smile that wrapped around her nipple and shook his head back and forth. Morgan let out a sigh as the cold air replaced the warmth of his mouth and she tried to push his head back to her sweet spot, but again, he shook his head. Jack's hands wrapped around her ass and he gripped each side tightly, his fingertips digging into her soft skin. After he enjoyed the feel of her ass in his palms for a moment, his hands fell to the back of her thighs and he lifted her up. Morgan's legs wrapped instinctively around his hips and he repositioned himself right at her warm opening.

  She sucked in a sharp breath of air as his thick cock entered her body. “Oh fuck.” Morgan's head fell back again as he pulled out, then impaled her for the second time.

  “You like that?” Jack buried his head into her neck and whispered in her ear. Morgan gave him a whimpered yes as he thrust hard inside of her.

  You like it hard and fast? Gotcha. Morgan's hands moved to his shoulders and she began to match his movements. She pushed her hips forward each time he entered her, allowing him to fill her entirely. His breathing began to quicken and she knew he was close, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily.

  Jack grabbed her around her ass again and carried her a couple feet, then dropped her onto the fold out couch so he could enter her from behind. Jack paused for a moment, looking at the small room around him. “How do you actually live in this little shithole place?”

  No fucking way! He's going to stop right in the middle like that to insult me? Morgan took a deep breath, still bent over the side of the couch, trying to determine if she had what it would take to go through with it. Not just with Assface, but the whole thing.

  He put his hands around her waist from behind, and lifted her to bring her ass at the right height. “Seriously Mandy, next time, we're going to my place.”

  What the fuck did he just call me? Mandy? The ass doesn't even know my name and I've been throwing myself at him for a month!

  That moment, that one moment when reality crashed down around Morgan, was the moment that set her future in stone. For the last four weeks, Morgan had pined for a man that didn't even know her name. A man that would stand her up, and let her take the blame. A man that would be willing to have sex with her at the drop of a hat, or panties, anytime she wanted to. The truth, that was blinking like neon in her mind, Jack wasn't the problem, she was.

  Morgan had always been attracted to the 'Jack' type of men, and she had expected the same result each time. She was never going to get anything from them aside from heartache. That type of man was exactly what she would be dealing with in the future, and at that moment, she knew that she could deal with it. They're all the same, and for once, I'll get what I want out of them.

  Morgan crawled forward, and turned around to face him. “Jack, I have an idea.” She smiled sweetly at him, but he was already beginning to get angry at the fact that she had moved away from him. He ran his hands through his hair, and exhaled loudly as he waited for her to speak.

  Morgan scooted to the side of the couch, and stood. “If you can remember my name, then we'll continue. But, you only have thirty seconds to get it right, then you have to leave.” She cocked her head to the side, and folded her arms across her bare chest.

  Jack was pissed, beyond pissed. Why would the whore care if he knew her name or not, she had to finish what she started. His answer was written all over his face, and his stance showed that he wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.

  “I have an idea. Get on your knees and finish, and then I'll leave and pretend this never happened.”

  “Ah, ah, ah. My name first.” Morgan raised her left arm, and tapped her bare wrist with her right index finger. “Times ticking away, Jack.”

  “I'm not kidding, you can't leave me like this and just send me away like some schoolboy. You're going to finish.” He reached for her shoulders, intending a gentle push to the floor in front of him, but she moved too quickly, and
was outside of reach within seconds.

  “Sorry, buddy, but time's up. See ya!” Her long legs carried her quickly to the front door, and she opened it.

  Jack followed her to the apartment's opening, and started to push the door shut. “Mrs. Wilcox!” Morgan stretched her head outside the door, and to the left, knowing that her nosy neighbor was only a breath away.

  “Morgan? Is something wrong?” A woman's voice called back, a deep voice that held the type of busy body authority that Jack hated.

  Morgan leaned into the naked man and warned, “all I have to do is say the word, even if this door here is shut, and she'll have the entire police force here in seconds.”

  Jack looked back at his clothes, then at Morgan.

  “Morgan? Answer me child!” The faceless voice demanded an answer.

  Jack didn't need anymore encouragement, he bent and gathered his clothes, pulling his jeans on at record speed. As he passed her, he said, “you're nothing but a cock teasing whore, Morgan.”

  “Oh, glad my neighbor could help with my name, Jack. And you're right about part of that, because starting tomorrow, I'll be a cock pleasing whore, and I have you to thank.” She laughed as the words fell from her lips, knowing that the man would think she was just crazy.

  “Fuck you.” He barged past her, and out the door. She watched him stomp all the way down the stairs outside of her small apartment, smiling at the hope that a date never ended that way again.

  Before she shut the door, she put her head back outside and answered Mrs. Wilcox, “I'm fine, I just thought I saw a stray dog out here, but it's gone now. Good night!”

  “Good night, Morgan!”

  The giddy girl closed the door, and didn't even bother to get dressed before picking up her phone. She grabbed Julianne's card from the the counter,and dialed the number as she sat on the old couch. Voice Mail. “Julianne, this is Morgan. I'm in.” When she was done, she dropped the phone to the couch, and stood up. Morgan felt born again, alive, and she knew that she was on the precipice of a life beyond her wildest dreams.