Around the World in 80 Men (3 page)

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, clearing 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.

“Well, I guess some beauty
rest is in order, I wouldn't want to disappoint my clients.” Morgan
laughed at herself again, as she opened her small closet beside the
kitchen, and grabbed the first tee and shorts that her hands came
across. She grabbed her fluffy blanket with a large tiger on the
front that she kept tucked behind her couch, and doubled up her two
small throw pillows under her head. She leaned back on the
cushions, and turned on the television. That was the last night
that Morgan Holland slept in her
shithole
apartment.

Her mind drifted as she
waited for sleep to take over.
The next
time I have sex, and every time after that, it'll be great! No more
groping and pounding, I'll be treated like a lady.
She laughed quietly at the irony. It takes
becoming a high dollar call girl to be treated like a
lady.

*****

Morgan swayed to the rhythmic beat of the
older jazz tune in the bar. She thought it was from a live band,
but then realized that it must be the jukebox. No, it's fading in
out, she had to be mistaken. A radio? As the music faded and
returned again, the bar began to dissipate before her, and she
blinked hard to make sense of what had happened.

Morgan's phone, that's what happened, it was
the following morning and her jazz inspired ring tone was
desperately calling to her from between the cushions under her
body. In her still-half-asleep state, she dug underneath herself,
and groped for the phone. She found it, and brought it quickly to
her ear as she hit the bright green button.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Morgan, this
is Julianne. Meet me in an hour at the Windsor Inn, room
five-seventeen, on 42
^nd
street. Oh, and bring your luggage, because you
won't be going back home. Oh, and my contacts tell me that you went
to the local clinic for a physical and your yearly birth control
shot. Please bring the paperwork with you.”