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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