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I am the director of marketing at a large Fortune 500 corporation with headquarters on the east coast. I have been steadily working my way up the corporate ladder for years and have made all the right connections along the way. Over time, I have proven myself to be reliable, effective, and committed. Upon reaching this level, I now enjoy some of the perks of the job, and I don?t just mean the keys to the executive restroom.Our business interests span the continental United States. I am frequently required to fly to our operations center on the west coast. We have the luxury of a corporate jet. It is used only by the higher level executives within our company. The company holds quarterly meetings in addition to fiscal-year-end meetings. I am also required to meet with other fellow officers at our west coast offices during any large acquisitions or mergers.The company jet is capable of holding about fourteen people including the flight crew, but it has a limited fuel range which requires making at least one stop during a cross-country flight.One of the refueling stops seems a little bit out of the way, but we almost always have a layover there. The jet refuels and it always seems to have some necessary service work also scheduled to be done. This airfield seems a bit small for full-sized commercial flights. Every time I have been there only corporate jets or smaller private planes are on the runways or in the hangar areas. I have come to expect a stay from just a few hours to usually an overnighter if we arrive later in the afternoon.Just a short drive from this airport is an exclusive hunting ranch available to only a few select officers within our company. I can?t give its exact location, but I can tell you this area is only a couple of hours' drive from the southern United States-Mexican border. Limos from the airfield come and go to this ranch at all hours of the day and night.The ranch is a sprawling complex of buildings. It seems to have been here for a long time and to the casual observer, it looks to be just a private hunting club. The only access to the ranch is from a securely guarded private road. Each https://escortium.org time I have stayed there the limo will pass multiple security personnel in shaded spots parked alongside the road. Many of them seem to be rather intimidating people. I guess if you were not expected, or supposed to be on this road they would react quickly and stop you immediately.I have never inquired as to exactly who owns this place, and I suppose I would rather not know. I have a suspicion that the actual owners might be associated with some kind of cartel, but again, you learn not to ask too many questions.There is always a lot of activity going on at the ranch. In the early morning, off-road vehicles can be seen heading out into the countryside carrying three or four men each. Racks on most of them coming back later contain the trophies of their successful hunt.This is a very ?macho? environment and it is the ultimate ?man-cave? on steroids. Whistles and high-fives are constantly exchanged as guys vie for bragging rights. I know that anyone staying there is somehow a high-level person of some major company. I do recognize some familiar faces occasionally, but almost everyone here just goes by a first name only.I?ve never had anyone tell me this outright, but it is just kind of understood that it would be rude to ask anyone else too many personal questions. The taking of pictures is strictly a no-no, even to the returning hunting parties taking any trophy pictures near the lodge itself. I?ve seen a couple of guys try, but someone will immediately come up and ask you to delete those pictures.The ranch consists of a main lodge and many outbuildings surrounding it. The staff and security people must live in the other buildings. I?ve noticed rows of cabins out maybe a mile or so, but I have never been up close to them and again no one volunteers much information about anything going on there.The amenities at the ranch all seem gratis. No money is ever exchanged for anything. There doesn?t seem to even be tipping of any kind allowed either. Everything you want or need is simply made available to you. Nothing seems to get written down. Surprisingly, you don?t even sign in at a registry desk or reserve a room. The staff just seems to be aware of your arrival and has a room waiting for you.The evenings are the best part of a stay at the ranch because of the women. I sort of suspect that the cabins out on the ranch are where they must come from, but no one has ever said. Around dinner, they begin showing up. They just arrive by the van load and start milling around. Male guests will start pairing off with them, sometimes maybe even two or three at a time.The dining hall is near the center of the main lodge. A male guest and his buddies will just claim a table and immediately a staff person will come and take your food or drink order. The women follow the guys to the table and the party begins. Wine and hard liquor flow abundantly during the meal and afterward. Most groups move off to several large rooms just behind the main hall after dinner.There are four large rooms back there. All are complete with fireplaces and large leather couches and chairs scattered about the rooms. There seems to be a drink staff assigned to each room to bring the guests anything they want.These rooms are where the action really gets going. The women are unusually attractive. Very few of them speak fluent English. Then again, it is not necessary. The women are usually a little tipsy from the dinner drinks.Men begin pawing and kissing them and clothing is quickly shed. It?s not unusual to see a single guy with a pair of women vigorously sucking his cock right out in the open.This being an exclusive place for ?alpha-dog? personalities, the instinct to show off just seems to go with the territory. I know these other men like flaunting their prowess with the ladies. I?ve seen guys banging as many as three and four all at the same time. Few if anyone, ever go back to their private room. This is all about showing off and the male ego. The women are most eager to please and they almost seem to fight for the attention of the men.I have never done it myself yet, but I have seen some of these women accompany the men when they leave the ranch. I tend to think most are illegals, looking for movement from here to other cities across the United States. I assume some might become mistresses or girlfriends of the men and maybe others get taken to ?promised? jobs within the companies the men run. There must be a big turnover. I assume as soon as a few leave, more will come up from the south to replace them.So, I guess this is how this migration works. It is not just Mexicans either. Many Asians are among them, along with dark-toned women from Jamaica, Venezuela, and other Caribbean countries.All seem to have been chosen for their attractiveness. I can?t imagine the life of the uglier ones that don?t rate this route. Even these women have had to fuck their way this far, but certainly with a wealthier class of men.Anyway, the last time I was there I was sitting in the lounge area sipping on a scotch and soda when a pair of the cutest little honeys came up from behind me. I hadn?t chosen them, they chose me. Now typically I?m not really an orgy-type guy. A single attractive female will satisfy me all day long, but these two little vixens were like a pair of matched bookends.I wasn?t sure if they were twins or just very close cousins because I couldn?t tell them apart. The one just kind of slid into my lap and the other perched on the armrest of the chair that I was sitting in.I hadn?t a clue how I was going to handle these two, but their eagerness was something that I would have had to be nuts to have turned down.The one on my lap was wearing some perfume which I guessed was some sort of native floral scent. Her cocoa-colored skin tone suggested maybe Columbian or Ecuadorian. Her hair was coal black and she had the most beautiful wide smile. I was trying to make some small talk with them when the one on my lap just boldly took my drink from my hand and finished it off herself. I watched intently as she extended her tongue into the empty glass trying to capture an ice cube. She was looking me dead in the eye, and I couldn?t help but watch her every move.Her tongue was like that of a serpent as it seductively explored the remaining contents of the glass. I wasn?t sure at first if it was the glass distorting things or if her tongue was actually that long,