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Around the World in 80 Babes

by: TRL

Chapter 23: Finally!

M/F,Voyeur

Halle Berry

Warning: Don’t Read this story unless you’ve been
reading all the other ATWI80B stories and are looking
for more excellent plot, sexy celebs, action, romance,
and humor you’ve come to expect from the earlier
chapters. Don’t read this story unless you’re fond of
TRL’s work, and look forward to more from this award
winning author of less-than-appropriate fiction. Don’t
read this story unless you want to get turned on by
the sexy Halle Berry. And most of all, don’t read this
story if you aren’t old enough to know what
CSSA is
all about. If none of those reasons are enough to get
you to stop reading this story now, then by all means,
go ahead and read away. But don’t say we never warned
you…

May 20th, 2005

The Fortuna Tuna, Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

Night time comes fast in Florida – sunset lasts mere minutes, and darkness falls with a vengeance across the ocean. But in Miami, man has learned to turn back the darkness with neon and flashbulbs. Night time merely means it’s time to leave the beach and head for the clubs – sleep is for the weak or the il-connected.

Richard Stall was far from weak, and he certainly thought himself well connected – at least on this night, anyway.

“Richard,” Halle Berry said as Stall approached the actress. Clad in a silver dress that clung to her body, Halle was a vision to behold. She smiled warmly as Stall came up next to her in the modest crowd filling the Fortuna Tuna restaurant and night club.

“Halle,” Richard said. “You look beautiful.”

“And you seem to be lacking a gift,” Halle said, looking at him pointedly.

“Am I?” Stall said.

“I told you not to be late and to bring a gift. If you’re still trying to woo me, you’re doing a rather poor job of it.”

“Ah, but there you’re wrong. You said to meet you here at nine, it’s eight fifty-eight. I’m two minutes early. As for my gift, well, that will arrive on time.”

“You didn’t bring your gift yourself?” Halle asked.

“You gave me a mere four hours to find your gift, I had to have it picked up and brought to me here.”

“How do you know it will arrive in time?”

“I have only the best people working for me. It’ll be here in time.”

* * *

May 20th, 2005

Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

“We’re going to be late, Jackass.”

Michael Burke rolled his eyes. “You want to get out and tell that to the three hundred cars in front of us?”

“You’re the limo driver, Asshole,” Marissa Call muttered. “You’re supposed to know your way around this type of thing.”

“We’re on a man-made island that’s barely three miles square, it’s not like I have many alternate routes to take,” Burke muttered.

“Then I seriously doubt there are three hundred cars in front of us,” Call muttered. “Dumbfuck,” she added.

“Would you knock it off?” Burke asked. “I know you’re pissed at me, but you don’t have to call me every name in the book.”

“You cheated, Asswhipe,” Marissa said.

“I didn’t cheat! I swear on my mother’s grave I never touched the damn watch!”

“Like hell you didn’t, Shitdick,” Marissa said. “There’s no way you could have gotten Jennie Finch to suck your cock in thirty minutes without using Lambert’s chemical!” She paused for a moment. “Asshole,” she added.

“You used that one already,” Burke muttered.

“Shut up, Numbnuts!”

“Well, at least that’s a little less vulgar,” Burke said as he turned back towards driving. “I think I see the restaurant up ahead. If you get out and run, you’ll probably make it in time.”

“Why don’t you get out and run – you’re the servant around here, Pillow Biter.”

“Hey!” Burke said, shooting a look back at Call for a moment. When she shot a defiant look back at him, her backed down. “I’m driving here,” he muttered.

“Fine, I’ll go,” Marissa muttered, grabbing the small box that sat on the seat next to her and opening up her door.

“You’ve got two minutes!” Burke said out his window as she got out.

“And you’re still a jackass!” Marissa said as she passed him on her way to the restaurant.

“You used that one earlier, too,” Burke muttered as she ran off.

May 20th, 2005

The Fortuna Tuna, Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

“You’re two minutes are almost up, Mr. Stall,” Halle said as she and Stall stood around in the front of the restaurant, waiting for Stall’s gift to show up.

“It’ll be here,” Stall said. “So, why, exactly, do they call this place the ‘Fortuna Tuna’?” he asked. “It sounds a bit like some kind of silly cartoon name.”

“Let’s just say the owner of the place has a sense of humor,” Halle replied. “After all, what else would you call the largest restaurant and night club on Isla Fortuna?”

“The Fortune Club?” Stall asked, eyebrows raised.

“Mr. Stall, your wit is running as thin as your time.”

“So it’s back to Mr. Stall now?” Stall said, sighing. “I think I preferred it when you called me Richard.”

“If your gift arrives in the… thirteen seconds you have left,” Halle said, “I’ll be more than happy to call you Richard again.”

“Then I believe you and I are about to be back on a first name basis, my dear, because here comes my gift now.”

Pushing her way through the crowd came a less-than-amused Marissa Call, carrying a small box.

“Stall, there you are,” Marissa muttered, coming up next to him. “Next time you can bring your own damn jewelry to a date.”

Stall saw Halle’s eyes go wide as Marissa spoke, but before he could ask Call what was going on, the young woman was storming off. “Now I gotta find my way back to that no-good, cheating limo driver of yours and kick his ass for being a no-good cheater.”

“Charming staff you have,” Halle said as Stall turned back towards her.

“I think she’s had a bad day,” Stall said, not knowing what else to say.

“Something to do with your no-good, cheating limo driver?” Halle asked.

“Quite possibly,” Stall said, still puzzled.

“Well, Richard, it looks like you managed to meet your deadline. Now, what’s my gift?”

“Right, right,” Stall said, lifting up the small box and handing it to Halle. “Now, keep in mind that I only had four hours to find this, so it’s nothing to horribly personal.”

“Who said I wanted you to get horribly personal?” Halle said. “Expensive will do just fine.”

“Then this will do nicely,” Stall said, opening up the small jewelry box, exposing a pure silver bracelet, inlaid with a handful of green emeralds.

“My goodness!” Halle said, extending her arm so that Stall could put it on her. “You have exquisite taste.”

“That would actually be the angry young woman who just went to kick the ass of my no-good, cheating limo driver,” Stall said casually.

“Tell her I’ll happily go shopping with her any day – and your bank account, Richard.”

Stall smiled. “Shall we have dinner?” he asked.

“Oh, we shall,” Halle said.

* * *

May 20th, 2005

Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

Marissa Call sat back down in the limo and scowled at Burke.

“So, where to?” Burke asked.

“Where else, airhead?” Marissa said. “Home.”

“Home? You mean the place Stall rented or London?” Burke muttered.

“I suppose it has to be the place he rented here,” Marissa muttered. “Motherfucker,” she added.

Burke sighed, and suddenly pulled the limo over.

“All right, that’s it!” he said. “I’ve had enough! You want to be angry with me, fine! But do it silently, because I’m getting sick and tired of hearing it!”

“Fuck you, Burke!” Marissa shot back. “You damn well cheated to win that bet, and you’re going to hear about it whether you like it or not!”

“How many times do I have to say it?” Burke asked. “I. Did. Not. Cheat!”

“Then how the hell did you get into her pants that fast?” Marissa demanded. “She jumped all over you and went to town like you were her chocolate fantasy or something!”

“That’s uncalled for!” Burke said, slamming a hand down on the steering wheel.

“The hell it isn’t! You wanted a fucking blowjob from me, and you were going to get it one way or another!”

“Listen, I’ll happily admit to wanting a blowjob,” Burke said, trying to calm both himself and Marissa down. “Hell, I’d like a lot more than that. But I’m not cheat, and I sure as hell didn’t cheat in our little bet.”

“The rules said no chemical, Burke,” Marissa said, getting her face right up into hers. “You had that good little Christian girl all up on you like the nunnery had burned and the pope had stated interracial sex was the only way to get into heaven.”

“Listen, I don’t know what was going on with Jennie – hell, I really didn’t even talk much more than a little baseball with her,” Burke admitted. “Then we were fucking. But I never, ever touched my watch.”

Marissa looked him right in the eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

* * *

May 20th, 2005

The Fortuna Tuna, Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

“I don’t believe you!” Halle Berry said, shaking her head and laughing as Stall told another of his famous bawdy stories.

“No, it’s true. I had just finished going down on this beautiful woman, and my face showed it-”

“By showed it, you mean…” Halle trailed off.

“I mean my face was coated with her… woman juices.”

“Oh my god,” Halle giggled as Stall leaned in closer to her.

“Anyway, there we are, and suddenly her mother walks right in on us. Now my companion for the night has only her very short skirt on to cover her naked ass and a fur coat to cover the rest of her. Her mother comes in and sees my face. Now the mother, she’s a real prim and proper English woman – all sorts of starch in her knickers, if you catch my meaning. Anyway, she looks at me, sees her daughter standing up in her fur coat and her skirt, and as calm as the day is long, she reaches into her purse and hands my a wet cloth.”

“And then?” Halle asked.

“Then she tells me ‘Really, Mr. Stall, you should clean up after you’ve eaten such a messy meal.’ With that, she turns around, and starts to walk out. But before she goes, she turns to me once more and adds ‘Oh, and be a dear and take my daughter’s coat – it’s only polite.’ With that, she’s gone, and it’s just me and the horny daughter.”

“Unbelievable,” Halle said, shaking her head. “So what did you do then?”

Stall smiled. “I took the daughter’s coat.”

Halle laughed out loud. “Richard, you are a character.”

“A charming character, I hope,” Stall said as he sipped his after-dinner wine.

“More than a little charming,” Halle said. “In fact, I think perhaps it’s time for us to go home.”

“Go home?” Stall asked, trying not to let hope slip into his voice.

“Together,” Halle said, wiping her face with her napkin.

“Let’s go home then,” Stall said.

* * *

May 20th, 2005

Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

“We’re home,” Burke said as he shut down the limo’s engine.

“I can see that,” Marissa muttered as she opened the door.

“Oh, so now you’re talking to me again?” Burke asked.

“Shut up,” Marissa said as the two headed into the house Stall had rented on Isla Fortuna earlier that day.

Burke sighed. “What the hell do I have to do to get you to believe me when I say I didn’t cheat?”
“I’m not going to believe you, because you did cheat, Michael! And you had no reason to!”

“You’re right, I had no reason to cheat, and I didn’t!” He threw up his hands in frustration. “Here, here. You don’t believe me, check my watch – it’s fully loaded.” With that, he took off his watch and tossed it to Marissa.

“How do I know you didn’t reload this while I wasn’t looking?”

Burke threw up his hands. “When the hell would I have had time for that? Damn, girl, can you be any more suspicious?”

“Fine, fine,” Marissa said, grabbing the watch and pressing the release button. The first charge of Lambert’s chemical hit the air in front of her with a slight hiss.

“Now, if you hit it again, you should see that the second charge is still in there,” Burke said. “Proving that I didn’t cheat.”

Marissa gave him a hard look, and pressed the button-

-And a considerably smaller his came out.

“That’s odd,” Burke said.

Marissa looked closer at the water. “Give me a better light,” she said. Burke hit another light switch, making the room brighter.

“You’ve got a crack in the bottom of your watch,” Marissa said. “It’s leaking the chemical.”

“Son of a bitch,” Burke said. “No wonder Jennie went after me so fast. She DID get a taste of the chemical.”

“You really didn’t know about this?” Marissa asked.

“Cross my heart,” Burke said, taking the watch back.

Marissa looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I thought you cheated.”

“Well, you should know I wouldn’t do that.”

“Not even to get a blowjob from me?” Marissa asked quietly.

“Not even to get out of giving you an hour long massage,” Burke said, smiling.

Marissa felt her nipples go hard. “I’m really sorry Michael.”
“I know,” He said, taking her in his arms and squeezing her gently.

“Burke,” Marissa said.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“What now?” he asked.

“I think I got some of the chemical on me when I took your leaky watch.”

“And?” He asked, looking down at her as he held her to him.

“And this,” she said, standing up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. Hard. They kissed for a long moment, and when they finally broke for air, it was Marissa who spoke next.

“I think you’re going to have to fuck me,” she said.

* * *

May 20th, 2005

Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

“I think,” Halle Berry said as Stall kissed her neck, “that you’re going to have to fuck me.”

“Oh, I HAVE to?” Stall said, smiling as he pulled down one of the straps on Halle’s silver dress. To be on the safe side, he’d coated his hand with Lambert’s chemical – better to be safe than sorry, after all. Now, with Halle more than a little horny, it looked like Stall was finally going to get to have sex with a celeb he’d been after for almost a month now.

“Oh, you have to, Mr. Stall,” Halle said playfully. She pulled the other strap off her other shoulder and let the dress fall to the ground, exposing her generous breasts to her new lover. “Because if you don’t, I’ll never call you Richard again.”

“I don’t think I could live with that,” Stall said, undoing his tie. “I’m afraid I’m just going to have to fuck you.” With that, his head dipped down and he started sucking on Halle’s nipple.

“Mmmm,” Halle moaned.

Within moments, both Stall and Halle were naked and on her bed. She was sopping wet as Stall entered her, and her moans filled Stall’s ears. Halle’s body was perfectly sculpted, and everywhere his hands touched felt like they belonged their. If a woman could be considered a piece of art, Halle Berry belonged in a museum.

Her pussy was as smooth as velvet, wrapping around Stall’s cock exactly how he liked it. Tight enough to provide resistance, and wet enough to slide through. She clung to him inside, milking his manhood for all it was worth.

They said nothing as they had sex – their mouths were either too busy kissing the other’s body or moaning in pleasure. Stall found Halle a more than eager acrobat, and Halle found Stall to be the perfect rock for her longing needs.

“Roll over, Richard,” Halle commanded at one point. Stall rolled over onto his back, and she quickly mounted him, stuffing his cock back into her.

“My turn to be on top,” Halle smiled, gliding up and down on Stall’s stiff rod.

* * *

May 20th, 2005

Isla Fortuna,

Off the Coast of Miami, Florida, USA

“My turn to be on top,” Burke said, rolling Marissa over on her back before sinking his cock deep into her.

“Oh, god, Michael, we should’ve done this before,” Marissa moaned as Burke’s strong hands converged on her tits. Compared to her small frame, he was a giant, but the gentleness in which he made love to her wasn’t a surprise at all. “I’m going to cum again!”

“Me, too,” Burke said, smiling as his hands pinched her nipples. They’d been at it for a couple of hours now, and as midnight approached, their each achieved their third orgasm of the night.

As Burke shot his load into Marissa, he rolled off her and lay next to her on the bed, catching his breath.

“I have a confession,” Marissa said a moment or two later.

“Oh?” Burke asked as he reached over and gently fondled one of her breasts.

“I don’t think I got any of them chemical on me,” Marissa replied, reaching down and stroking his cock a little.

“I won’t tell if you don’t tell,” he said, smiling secretively.

“So, what does this make us?” Marissa asked, still gently stroking his cock.

“Lovers?” He asked.

“Yes, but was this a one time thing?”

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s entirely up to you,” he said, getting serious for a moment. “If you want to make this a regular event, I’m fine with that. If you want to wake up tomorrow and forget the entire thing happened, that’s fine, too. If you want to try and make this more than just sex…” He trailed off as he looked at her.

“That’s the option I want,” she whispered.

“Then all you have to do is kiss me again,” he said.

And that’s just what she did.

* * *

May 21st, 2005

Blackbird Safehouse 476

New York, NY, USA

“I’ve got a lead on your wayward target.”

Raven shook her head as the androgynous voice of the computer hacker Slide came over her phone.

“So nice to hear from you, too, Slide. How was your day?” Raven muttered.

“Productive, how about yours?” Slide shot back.

“You found Stall?”

“I’ve got a lead on him, anyway,” Slide’s mechanical voice came back. “Someone used one of his business credit cards in a jewelry store in Miami yesterday evening.

“Could be any number of his employees,” Raven commented.

“True, but you’ll go check this out anyway, won’t you?”

“Remind me again why Blackbird has you working with us?”

“Because you’re too incompetent to kill this one man without help,” Slide said casually. “And he’s got me doing some side work, too. That’s actually much more interesting.”

“I’m sure,” Raven said, feeling a slight headache coming on. “Can I assume you’ve got us on a flight to Miami ASAP?”
“You can assume that, but the best I could get you is eleven tomorrow morning. You’ve got a layover in Philadelphia, and it’s not first class.”

“Tomorrow? Well, I guess that’ll give Crow time to have some fun. Stall better be there, Slide.”

“By tomorrow he could be anywhere in the world,” Slide said. “But I’ll keep sending you after him. That’s what your boss is paying me for.”

The phone line went dead. Raven sighed, stood up, and went to go tell Crow that if he was going to do any ‘extra-curricular’ activities here in New York, he’d better do them tonight. Tomorrow they had a flight to catch.

And a man to kill…

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