Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Derrick shrugs, and takes my hand in his and kisses it on camera. “I married the woman I’ve always loved,” he says. There are a chorus of “aww” that goes through the audience as he continues, “We do what we love – helping others. And we have wonderful family.”

  “Right, that reminds me, the King, your father is in the audience today, no?” Taylor asks.

  “And his fiancée,” Derrick replies. “Who just happens to be Alicia’s mother.”

  There’s clapping and cheering in the studio audience as the camera zooms in on King Leopold and Mom.

  I smile at the two of them. They seem really happy. Derrick and I getting married must have been the impetus to take the plunge for them as well.

  My mind goes back to our wedding, nearly nine months ago. It was held in St. Livy and then there was a reception in both St. Livy as well as New York City when we got back. The wedding itself was magical. We had a guest list of nearly 2,000 people. Derrick had Silas D’Avington – the Prince of St. Penares come over as his best man. Jenna was my Maid of Honor. It was the social event of the year. Even President Austin Bain attended as a groomsman. Derrick credits him to being the one that handed him my article that made him jump off the plane.

  “Well, it seems that everything is going fantastic for you two,” Robin Lefler comments. “And Alicia, we all remember your days as the most entertaining gossip columnist that the city has ever seen. Care to give us any new scoops?”

  I smile sweetly at the camera. It’s show time.

  Looking at Derrick for a moment, I turn to the hosts and say, “Derrick and I have been the two happiest people in the world for so long.” Everyone is smiling as I continue. “But soon, we’re going to be the three happiest people in the world.”

  There are gasps as Derrick caresses my tummy. I just found out maybe a month ago, but I’m not showing yet.

  “Congratulations,” Robin says, completely surprised about the scoop that her show is getting. Derrick didn’t want to announce on television, but I convinced him after all the fines and heartache he had put CBC through, it was the least we could do.

  The audience is clapping as I smile and say, “You heard it here first, America.”

  This brings out a round of laughter and I sit back, content. I’m happy to let Derrick answer the remaining questions. There’s nothing more I need to do to.

  I told you my time would come, didn’t I?

  The End.

  Head Hunter

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angels Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Carter

  Fuck yeah.

  I lean my head back on the leather seat in my hotel penthouse and grin like the cocky bastard I am. I don’t even know this girl’s name—I just met her tonight, but she’s going down on me like this is her last chance to ever suck a cock. Resting my hand on the back of her head, I push her down even further, making her take my huge cock all the way down her throat.

  When she gags a little, I ease up and let myself enjoy the wet slurping sounds she makes while she drags her tongue up and down my shaft, and then circles it around my thick head.

  It’s a decent blowjob. I’ve had better. I’ve had worse. In fact, I’ve had fucking thousands of blowjobs. Bitches line up to blow me. Makes my job as easy as it gets because I get paid to get head.

  Well, kind of.

  Allow me to explain. I’m Carter Blaine, star of the hit show Head Hunter. That should say it all, but just in case you haven’t heard of me, let me give you the details.

  I’m twenty-six years old and the world’s oldest alpha male virgin. That’s right. This twelve-inch cock that’s currently being sucked and licked has never been inside a woman. Not in the way that counts. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I get off on the regular. Like daily. Like I said, the ladies line up to get this cock in their mouths. Or in their asses.

  But technically, I’m still a virgin. Oral and anal sex don’t count. What counts is that my cock has never been inside a woman’s pussy.

  Why the fuck would I do that? A good question, especially considering the media has crowned me as one of the sexiest billionaires in the world. I can have any woman I want. I do get any woman I want. But let me tell you something. People love the idea that I’m waiting until I meet the woman I’m going to marry to have sex. They love it so much that I’m one of the richest young billionaires in the country. I have my own reality show empire.

  Head Hunter is one of the most watched shows for the fifth year running. For the past five years I’ve made a fortune marketing myself as a virgin … and not just any virgin. Remember, I’m one of the hottest alpha billionaires on the planet. Getting some pussy isn’t a problem. But here’s the thing. If I stay a virgin, I make serious bank. To the tune of ten million dollars per episode that I don’t give it up. But it’s become a bit of a joke.

  Like I said, women line up to get a piece of me because each one is determined to be the one to make me give in. Each one thinks she has a magic pussy or some bullshit like that. But the joke’s on them because I have an iron will. And each and every one of them can’t resist me. By the end of every show, I’m getting head, and getting ass. Basically getting off.

  Every. Fucking. Time.

  Why the fuck would I actually fuck someone when I can get head and make a cool ten mil? Yeah. I wouldn’t.

  “Uh…mmm…oh,” the chick moans as she bobs her head up and down on my cock. She’s doing a pretty good job, so I return the favor and reach under her skirt and slide my fingers inside her soaking pussy. She clenches around me and comes immediately.

  See? That’s how fucking horny I make these women. One touch from me and they explode.

  She sucks me even faster, pumping her hand up and down my shaft in time with her head, and I feel my balls tighten. Yanking her up off my cock, I shoot jet after hot jet of cum all over her face, and she looks like she loves every fucking second of it.

  I smirk. This won’t make it onto the actual show due to censorship, but you better believe there'll be some leaks on the web. It’s all part of the marketing. We make sure people can’t get enough of this. And that keeps them tuning in week after week.

  Pushing the girl aside and leaving her to clean herself up, I tuck my cock away and stand up, walking across my hotel room to pour myself a drink. I don’t even bother to look back at her. She’ll be out of here in the next few minutes, having failed at what she came here for and making me ten million richer in the process. The sooner the better. We’re moving out of here tonight.

  The next season of the show is filming in New York City.

  Glancing back at the girl, I see that she’s headed to the restroom, so I decide to make a break for it. I’m not in the mood for having to deal with the brush off. They don’t always get clingy, but occasionally they do. I’m always like, what the fuck? They know what they signed up for. I shake my head. There are always the few that seem to think they’re different or special or some shit.

  Come on, really? They come on a show where the whole idea is for me to convince them to blow me but they think they might be The One?

  I head out of the penthouse, rolling my eyes at the idea, then knock on the door across the hall where the control room is and walk in without waiting for an answer.

  “Hey, man,” Chase calls out. He’s the head of filming. “Nice job with the cum shot.”

  I should feel weird that all these cameras were on me while I was getting my dick sucked, but I’m used to it.

  Instead, I just smirk and jerk my head once. “I’m headed out but I just w
anted to make sure you knew I didn’t have sex with her at any point tonight. Check the camera crew that followed me if you need to verify.” I turn, ready to leave, and then add, “I expect the next ten million in my account tomorrow morning.”

  “You know it, man,” Chase says, shaking his head in awe like he always does. “I don’t know how you do this week after week.”

  I laugh. “What, get head?”

  He nods. “That too, but I mean how you still convince them that’s what they want to do after all this time.”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I wink. “It's what they want to do. What can I say?”

  “One of these days you’re going to find someone you want for more than just some head.”

  I look at him like he’s crazy. This shit is way too lucrative to even think about having sex with someone. I’m the fucking Head Hunter. “Yeah right, dude. I’ve got it made. What else could I possibly want?”

  Chase laughs, but he still looks skeptical. Whatever.

  Time to head out. “Let’s go, man. Time to hit up the Big Apple.”

  Ashley

  “Oh, baby,” the guy groans, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

  I bend at the waist and make sure he has a perfect view of my ass in my black lace lingerie, rolling my eyes as I do so. This guy may think I’m hot, but he's so fucking not.

  He smacks my ass, making me jump, and I decide right then and there that there’s no way I’m sleeping with him. Not that I mind having my ass slapped. But this guy is so not doing it for me.

  I turn around and straddle him, schooling my expression into one of desperate lust as I rub my pussy against the cock tenting his over-priced designer suit pants.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so good. Better than you’ve ever been fucked before,” he says, panting as he swipes a hand across his sweaty brow.

  Um. No.

  It takes everything I have not to wrinkle my nose in disgust. I highly doubt he could even get me off, much less give me the best fuck of my life. I mean, the guy’s packing a decent size cock from what I can tell, but he’s sweating like a damn pig, his bald head shining in the light I have on above us in the hotel room.

  Instead, I bite my lip and lean in, shoving my tits in his face as I grip the sides of his head and force him to look up at me. “Tell me how,” I say in a low, breathy voice that makes his cock twitch.

  “How?” he asks, confused.

  Jesus Christ. “Yes,” I breathe. “Talk dirty to me.”

  Maybe I can get him so worked up that I can make him cum without having to actually do much. We don’t need much out of this one.

  I grip the little bit of hair at the back of his head and bring my mouth inches from his, steeling myself for what I have to do.

  It’s all part of the job, Ashley, I remind myself. The clients aren’t usually this repulsive, though.

  Grinding my hips on his cock, I lean in and bite his lip, tugging gently, angling my head to make sure everything we’re doing is visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass that lines the wall of the hotel room, looking out on Manhattan. If I’m going to get out of here without actually fucking the guy, I need to make sure to set up some good shots.

  “Touch me,” I whisper, hoping he can’t tell how totally not turned on I actually am.

  His meaty hands come up to cup my tits, squeezing clumsily, and I tilt my head back and let out a very fake but well-practiced moan.

  He pants even harder, his breath coming so fast that I start worrying he might go into cardiac arrest. A strangled grunt comes out of his mouth, and I know he’s close.

  God, it’s almost too easy.

  I’m pretty sure it won’t take much more. Reaching down, I slide my hand into my panties and start rubbing my clit, closing my eyes and imagining I’m here with someone else. I resort to my favorite fantasy. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to get the job done. And I’m a professional. The best in the business, in fact.

  Which is why in spite of this completely unsexy man with his face in between my tits, I’m still able to get wet.

  Pulling my fingers out, coated with my juices, I lift them to his mouth and tease his lips. He opens up and I slide my finger inside, letting him taste me.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “You taste so damn good.”

  “I want your mouth on my pussy,” I purr. I so fucking don’t. But the senator who I’m currently seducing has no clue.

  With a growl, he yanks down my bra and clamps his mouth around my nipple. That’s my cue. I angle my body to make sure we’re nice and visible, then take his hand and make him cup my pussy, letting out a cry that sounds needy and desperate.

  Yeah, I desperately need to get this guy off so I can get out.

  And that’s all it takes. He convulses and cries out, and I smile in satisfaction. I just made this guy jizz in his pants. His hand on my pussy, his mouth on my tit—the perfect money shot.

  They don’t pay me the big bucks for nothing.

  I fake a little orgasm of my own so that he feels like he did his job. The last thing I want is for him to try to keep going and return the favor.

  Then I climb off his lap and give him a wink as I bite my lip. He barely even notices. I needn’t have worried about him wanting to make sure I’m taken care of. He got what he came for.

  But so did I.

  Grabbing my clothes, I make a quick trip to the bathroom and dress quickly, glad this job is done.

  Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I do this for. But then I remember the fat stacks of cash I rake in from the richest companies and executives in the world.

  No, I’m not a hooker. I’m not a stripper. I’m a professional seductress. I’m paid by some of the top dogs of the top industries to bend politicians and executives to my will. To make them do the dirty things that'll turn wife and country against them.

  All so they can be blackmailed.

  Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some evil black-widow type man-hater. But there are some evil dudes in this world. Many of them in politics and business. They’ve got some rotten agendas. Basically I’m just doing my part to make the world a better place by taking out the douchebags of the world.

  Like this senator.

  The asshole was almost too easy to manipulate. I know we got some good pictures on this one. Good thing, too. Now the people who hired me can be sure to get their legislation passed. See, this southern senator is one of the key votes that could affect a new bill coming up. He wants to ban teddy bears made in China from being sold in America. The company that makes the bears hired me, and now they have the pictures they need to blackmail this guy into voting their way.

  What? You thought the American political system was on the up and up? Nope. These guys can be swayed to do what the big companies want them to do. And I use my body to make it happen.

  I only take jobs I believe in, though. It’s my way of helping out the country. You’re welcome.

  I’ve actually built it into a thriving business. It started out just me, but I now have a team of women working for me to bring down the assholes of the world.

  Fluffing my hair up, I give myself one last glance in the mirror and leave the hotel room without a second glance at the good senator.

  Just as I make my way onto the sidewalk outside the hotel, my phone rings. I stop and dig through my purse to find it, my eye on a limo that comes to a stop in front of me.

  My assistant’s face is smiling at me from the screen, and I swipe the glass to answer. Does she have another job lined up for me already? “Hey, what’s up?”

  “I have an important client that wants to talk to you.” Her normally chipper voice sounds a little subdued, like she’s in shock or something. Hmm, must be an interesting job.

  “Okay, when?”

  “I was just told to pass along a message. Get into the limo.”

  Carter

  “Seriously, Carter. How long are you going to keep doing this?” the woman on the video call says, her eyes skeptical.


  I actually roll my eyes this time. “Come on, Lola. You’re joking, right? I’m making you so much money right now that we’d all be insane to end it.”

  What the fuck? First Chase, and now Lola—both telling me I can’t keep this up forever. I don’t get it. Head Hunter is the most watched show on any network and online. We’re all making bank.

  I look over at Chase, who’s sitting next to me on the private jet we’re taking to New York City, and give him a scrutinizing look, my eyes narrowed.

  Lola Anders is the network executive. She should absolutely be on board with keeping this up. Am I missing something? Glancing back at the screen on the wall in front of us, I give her a charming grin.

  “What’s the matter? Have you decided you’re tired of watching these other women crawl all over me and want a piece for yourself?”

  It’s Lola’s turn to roll her eyes. I can totally bullshit with her like this. I’m her money machine. I can say whatever the fuck I want. Plus, I’ve seen the way she looks at me. She does want me. I mean, hell, they all do. And she’s been watching me get my cock sucked for almost five years. I can’t say I blame her.

  “Look, Carter,” she says, trying to be all business. “You’re twenty-six now. It’s just not right for someone as hot as you to remain a virgin.”

  I laugh out loud. I knew it. She does want me.

  “Let me guess. You want to be the lucky lady to end it all?” I lean forward and wink, my voice dropping into a gravelly growl that I know makes all the women wet. “Lola, baby, if you want some of this, all you’ve got to do is ask.”

  Her eyes narrow, and I can tell I’m pushing her close to her limit, but I don’t fucking care. What's she going to do? Fire me. I don’t think so.

  My grin widens. “But I have to tell you, Lola. After all these years I’ve been waiting, you might not be able to handle me.”

  I glance over at Chase and see him hiding a smile. I’d give him a high five if it wouldn’t make me look like a total asshole in front of Lola. I mean, she does still sign the checks, even if I do get away with fucking with her more than I should.