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

by Brandi Ratliff

  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 wo
man 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.

  Morgan's eyes grew wide at the men in front of her. Most were young, some were breathtaking. She couldn't understand why any of them would need to pay for companionship of any kind, especially sex. As if reading her mind, Julianne put her out of her misery with an explanation.

  “Dear, these men aren't looking for a wife. They're not even interested in a girlfriend. They just want to spend a week or two with a beautiful woman who knows how to please them, it's quite simple really.” When Morgan didn't answer, Julianne continued, “what would happen, Morgan, if any of these men invited a woman that they had just met on a dinner cruise aboard their yacht?”

  “Well, I imagine that any woman would feel lucky, and probably enjoy a nice evening on a yacht.” Morgan smiled, but never took her eyes from the screen.

  “What if the next day, that same man invited the same woman to fly to Sicily with him for an authentic Italian meal?” Julianne's brows raised, waiting for Morgan to respond.

  “The next day? Hmmm, I would say that the woman would be picking out her wedding dress because men just don't do that unless they're in love or something.”

  “Exactly!” Julianne's exclamation brought Morgan's attention around. “Morgan, that is how they live each and every day. It isn't something special or out of the ordinary, it's their lives. And when they want the company of a woman for a nice meal, or a trip, the woman always thinks that he pulled out all the stops just for her. It gets complicated very quickly, and most wealthy men have simply tired from the uncomfortable scene of telling a woman that he only wanted to spend some time with her.”

  Morgan nodded, it made perfect sense. “So, gorgeous wealthy men would rather pay for their companion, so that there are no misunderstandings or hurt feelings.” She nodded again, mainly to herself. Then she looked back at the screen.

  “One more question, Julianne. Don't these guys ever want love? I mean, a real relationship?” Morgan ran her finger down along the screen, touching each of their faces.

  “Oh, they all do eventually. I lose clients all the time to the inevitable love bug, but I gain more all the time too.”

  “I wonder how many of them are married?” Morgan asked the question out loud, not knowing that Julianne already had the answer.

  “None. I won't allow infidelity by my doing, it's just a rule of mine that I won't break. I watched my own mother live through that nightmare with my father's secretary, and I'll have no part in facilitating an affair of any kind.” Julianne had clearly closed that subject as well.

  Morgan was still staring at the screen when Julianne quietly walked away to give the young girl some time to choose her first client. She held her hand over the mouse, and clicked through the men as if she were buying a new outfit. Too short. Too chubby. Too old. When she came across anyone that showed promise, she quickly read his bio and and scratched a note on the paper beside her.

  Twenty minutes into her search, she came across Finlay Campbell. She clicked his photo to enlarge it. “Holy shit!” He was gorgeous. Very tall, but hard to tell exactly how tall in the photo. He had dark brown hair that just reached the top of his shoulders, and a chest that screamed for Morgan to reach out and touch, and grope, and lick. Repeatedly. His bio explained that Finlay owned a large hotel chain, and loved to travel. He typically requires the companionship of a woman for one week, but would extend that time if they were both agreeable. “I'm agreeable.”

  When Julianne heard Morgan's voice, she walked back into the main room.

  “Have you decided on a client? Or are you just talking to the screen of beautiful men for your own entertainment?” Julianne laughed, and sat down next to her prodigy.

  “Oh, I see you've found Finlay. He's quite a looker, not to mention he's always a perfect gentleman. Is he the one you want?” She leaned forward, looking at the man with Morgan.

  “Oh, yes, he's the one I want.” Morgan ran her finger across his face, and playfully sighed at his image.

  “Well then! I'll make the arrangements, and you need to get some rest. Because Sunday morning, my dear, you're going to Scotland.”

  Chapter Six

  Sunday morning? Just like that. Three days and she was on her own. Morgan remembered the girl she had told Julianne about, the girl who had sold her 'companionship'. She wondered how that girl would react if she could walk down the road and just click on whichever guy she wanted. Morgan closed the door to her hotel room and walked over to her bed, letting herself fall backwards onto the down comforter and overkill of pillows.

  She felt like a giddy schoolgirl, or perhaps a woman who had just won the lottery. Yes, that was it. Not only did she feel like a million dollars, she knew that this feeling had to be nothing compared to what was to come. Yachts, fancy hotels, fluffy robes, toes in the sand. She grabbed one of the pillows, hugging it tightly, then smiled against its cool surface and thanked the universe for the gift she had received. Not knowing why she received it, but she didn't even care.

  Morgan sat up on the bed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and briefly wondered if she would be good enough. She was gaining confidence by the second, but these guys must have had girls bowing to their greatness, how was she to compete? “Just be better than the rest, I suppose,” she whispered into the empty room.

  She grabbed the ends of her hair and held it up in front of her, examining the strands carefully. The dirty blonde shade didn't seem to match well with her new tan, and through her close scrutinizing, she noticed her split ends desperately nee
ded addressed.

  Julianne had already set her up with a bank account. The woman was good, Morgan had to give her that. She had explained to Morgan that there was already $5,000 in the account and it was hers to use as she desired. Julianne referred to the cash as an 'enlistment bonus', which had made Morgan laugh as she pictured an army of whores marching down the street with leather whips. Julianne had also explained that each day spent accompanying a client, Morgan was to receive $2,500 directly deposited into the account. The rest was Julianne's. Pimp fees, of course.

  Morgan decided she would spend the rest of the afternoon pampering herself, making sure she was in tip-top shape for her first job.

  Not wanting to bother Julianne again,and not knowing where her Madam had disappeared to, she took the elevator downstairs to the spa room and asked one of the masseuses if they knew of any good hair salons in the area. Their reply was better than she had expected when they told her that if she were to walk outside and make a left, there was a salon attached to the building, in which they also added, only hired the best stylists.

  “Well, that's convenient! Great, thanks!” Morgan continued her giddy spell and she nearly skip-walked down the hallway toward the front exit. Containing her excitement was going to be one of the hardest parts, she thought.

  Nearly three hours later, Morgan had undergone a complete makeover. Her hair was lightened to an ultra light blonde, but still looked completely natural. They had also added some subtle lowlights throughout, as well a manicure, pedicure, eyebrow waxing and with some careful consideration, she even opted for a Brazilian wax to make sure she had one less thing to worry about throughout her companionship journey.

  Once back in her room again, Morgan examined her new self in the full-length mirror on the closet door. “Wow,” she whispered. She looked like a new woman, a blonde bombshell. Her tan was just a few shades darker than her normal tone, and her hair was a only few shades lighter, but it made all the difference.