by Alexis Angel
I want to bite out some snide remark, but I’m so over Lola right now.
“Yeah, he did.”
“Good. With the season coming to a close, more people are watching the live stream. They want to see everything that happens.”
They. I know she doesn’t mean the viewers, even though that’s what she wants me to think.
“Fine. So when is the first one lined up?” I realize she isn’t going to tell me much because she’s hoping to catch me off guard. The filming schedule doesn’t usually work like this with me not knowing when and where I’m meeting the girls. But she has to give me something.
“Today. Get ready, Carter, you’re—”
Suddenly, someone walks right in front of me on the sidewalk and the phone is plucked right out of my hand. I turn, angry, my eyebrows drawing together. “What the fuck?”
Then I stop. A sexy brunette is standing there, a hand on her hip, my phone dangling from her manicured fingers as she gives me a sultry smile. Her eyes glitter and she looks like she knows exactly what she’s about.
A smile spreads across my face. Guess Lola was right. I'll know when I see them. Because this girl has “take Carter’s virginity” written all over her sassy little face. But that’s fine. I’m the pro here. She can try whatever game she thinks she has. I still won’t give in. And by the end of the night I can guarantee this girl’s mouth will be wrapped around my cock and she’ll be begging me to cum down her throat.
“Carter Blaine,” she says, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Get ready. Your life is about to change. Right. Now.”
Well, okay then. This one looks determined. Most of them are usually falling all over themselves to get my attention. She seems to know what she’s about. This might just be interesting.
But I still won’t fuck her. No chance in hell am I giving up two billion dollars.
Ashley
I tuck my bare feet under me and sit back in my luxurious leather chair in my home office, reading over the dossier Lola Anders provided on Carter Blaine. It has everything I might ever want to know about him. I have to admit, I’m secretly impressed at what I’ve discovered.
He’s not like the usual slime balls I’m hired to seduce and take down. He actually seems like a decent guy. He shouldn’t. I mean, he’s a total man-whore. He has a new woman sucking his cock on national television every single week. A guy like that should be an utter douche, right? But from what I can tell, he doesn’t seem all that bad. He’s definitely sexy as hell. Quite the catch.
I pull out a few of the large photos Lola included in the file. That sculpted jaw with just the right amount of dark stubble. Yum. I run my fingers over the photo, wondering how it would feel to actually touch that gorgeous face myself. His cocky smile and piercing eyes seem as if they’re looking right at me.
My stomach does a little roll, and I wonder if I made the right decision by sending in Lorraine to do the job instead of myself. God knows I’d love to be the first one to have Carter Blaine’s cock inside me. I’ve seen it. I may have watched the adult-only live stream on the Internet a time or two. Maybe three or four. But who’s counting?
Yeah, I’m seriously doubting myself right now. Tonight is the filming of the first episode Lola hired me for. I could be with him right now. And after reading more and learning that there’s a bit more to him than the public persona most of the world sees, I really want to meet him.
But after the meeting with Lola, I decided I should send in some of my girls first. My reaction was way too intense. Just like it is now. The idea of fucking Carter has me so horny. And I haven’t even met the dude! I can only imagine what it would be like to be with him in person. No wonder he gets every single girl to suck his cock week after week. I have to admit, I’d probably do it if I weren’t hired to get this job done.
That’s why Lorraine has to be the one to go first. She’s the best seducer I have. She can do this. I need the two hundred million more than I need to fuck Carter. That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.
My computer dings with a notification, and I lean forward to read it. Lorraine met Carter out on the street two days ago, just as we arranged. It was perfect. He was totally intrigued, according to Lorraine. And now they’re headed to Carter’s place.
Game on.
I sign in to the live stream, ready to see how this will go down. I’m pretty confident this might be the end of the infamous Carter Blaine’s reputation as the oldest alpha male virgin in the world. Trying to ignore the twinge of jealousy that takes me by surprise when I watch them enter his apartment, I focus on what’s important here. Getting my agency’s job done.
As soon as they’re inside the apartment, Carter pushes her against the door and kisses her. Damn, he’s totally taking charge. Come on, Lorraine. You’ve got this. Hopefully she gets my silent encouragement because at the moment she looks dangerously similar to all the other women I’ve seen with Carter: ready to give him anything he wants.
“Dammit,” I mutter. “Don’t do this, Lorraine.”
She seems to get herself slightly under control. No easy feat, I’m sure. Not with the way he’s looking at her with those blue eyes. And especially not with the way his hands are all over her body.
I lean closer to the screen as Lorraine says, “I’m so wet for you right now, Carter. I need you inside of me. I’m going to die if you don’t fill me up with that gorgeous thick cock.”
I snort in laughter. That’s a classic Lorraine line. And according to her, the guys always go for it. She’s certainly going to be pulling out all the stops tonight, using every weapon in her seduction arsenal to get this guy to give in.
Carter steps back from her, his eyes taking her in, blazing with straight up cocky lust that I can see even through the screen. His stare is so potent, so seductive, that even I feel it. My panties are soaked just from watching. No wonder this is the highest rated show on TV.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, then moves his hands to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. Fuck yes. I feel a little thrill race through me, and I’m honestly not sure if it’s because I’m about to see Carter’s cock or because he’s obviously ensnared by Lorraine and wants to fuck her.
He drops his pants to the floor and tosses his shirt aside so that he’s standing there in front of a fully clothed Lorraine in nothing but his boxer briefs. The cameras catch her eyes trailing down over his abs, and I can literally see them bulge as she sees how chiseled they are. I groan.
Come on, girl. You were prepared for this. Don’t let me down.
This is so not good. He’s mostly naked and she’s totally dressed. She should be the one stripping down, giving him such a show that he can’t help but fuck her. But no. I can already tell how this is going to end. I can see it in her face as she licks her lips when her eyes finally fall on the huge outline of his straining cock beneath his boxer briefs.
Then in a totally unexpected move—for me, at least, because the look on Carter’s face says that he isn’t surprised in the slightest—Lorraine falls to her knees on the floor in front of him.
“Oh my God, nooooo,” I scream at the screen, banging my fist on my desk. What in the actual fuck? I sent my best seducer in there, and now she’s on her knees ready to give the Head Hunter himself exactly what he wants.
Wait, no—scratch that. She’s not about to. She’s totally doing it. Lorraine has popped his cock out of his boxers and is going to town polishing his knob.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It doesn’t take long—she’s good—before Carter is coming down her throat, and she looks like she’s loving every single second of it. I want to be upset, and I’m sure I'll be later, but I’m also super turned on by the look on Carter’s face and the sound he makes as he keeps coming, shooting what I’m sure is jet after jet of hot cum into my best girl’s mouth. What the hell is that about?
When she pops off his cock with a smacking sound that’s in full stereo, a dreamy smile on her face, she starts to pull her skirt up,
looking at him in anticipation like she thinks he’s going to fuck her now. God. Does Carter make every woman lose all higher reasoning abilities?
Carter shakes his head. “Nope. I’m saving myself.”
Saving himself for what? I wonder for the hundredth time. I know people buy into that Carter’s waiting for love thing, but I never believed it.
“I’ll still get you off if you want, though.”
That’s when Lorraine seems to register what she’s just done. Stupid girl.
She sighs and stands up, obviously defeated. “No, it’s okay.” She knows she’s in trouble. She knows I’m watching.
I sit back in my chair and groan again. Lorraine was the best. No one else could've done a better job. Yet she still failed. There’s only one other option. I’m going to have to go in. I guess it’s true what they say. If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself.
Carter
It’s late at night, but the streets of New York are just as crowded as ever. I’ve been in this city for two weeks now. Only nine weeks to go. Nine weeks until I’m two billion dollars richer. I’ve got this.
That chick from last week was almost too easy. She was practically begging to blow me the minute we went to my apartment. I scoff. So much for her claim that she was going to change my life. Lola’s too. They have no idea.
It’s just too easy to resist these women that throw themselves at me week after week.
“So what’s next?” I ask Chase as we make our way down the sidewalk. We’ve just left a bar. It’s about time for the next woman to throw herself my way in an attempt to make me cave.
Chase laughs. “Well, this week the network is trying something new. They want you to go to a strip club.”
“Seriously?” They really think that going to a strip club is going to make me give it up? They really are clueless. “Why?”
He shrugs. “I guess they think it'll make good television. But they want you to spend some time there. Make sure they get some good footage. Up the sexy factor for the viewers.”
“I can do that. When?”
“Tonight.”
I glance at Chase. “Like right now?”
He nods. “That’s where we’re headed.”
Now it makes sense why drink after drink was shoved my way at the bar. They wanted to get me good and drunk so I’d let down my defense. It almost makes me laugh. Do they really have no idea who they’re dealing with at this point? I mean, it's been five years. A few drinks certainly aren’t going to make me crack.
“Okay, bro,” I say, “let’s do this then.” I think it could actually be fun. I might have a good time, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of strippers there ready to have a shot at getting me off. Who I am I to stop them? I grin and turn to Chase. “Just so you know, though, I’m not spending any of my money.”
Why should I have to pay for strippers, lap dances, or anything else they might offer me? I can get all that shit for free just because of who I am.
Chase shakes his head. “No worries, man. I’ve got you covered. I’ll spend it for you. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
I arch an eyebrow at him skeptically. “You’re paying?”
He grins sheepishly. “Well, I’ll spend it for you, but it’s courtesy of ABN.”
Of course it is. I shake my head again, amused that they think this will be what makes me crack. Lola is something else. Apparently she’s willing to pull out all the stops to keep from paying out that two billion.
“Whatever, dude,” I say to Chase as we enter the strip club that we just walked up to. It’s pretty posh. Not some sleazy strip club. But I wouldn’t expect anything less than the best. The viewers eat up my billionaire playboy lifestyle. I have to hand it to the marketing team—and Lola—this'll be good for the show.
We stand just inside the entrance, and Chase is going on about some bullshit the network probably told him to say about what we should do now that we’re here, but I’m not listening at all because despite my skepticism about this whole thing, I suddenly can’t drag my eyes away from a girl who's headed my way. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And that’s saying something because the network doesn’t let just anybody on the show to tempt me. But this girl. She tops them all. And she’s walking straight toward me.
“Dude,” I say to Chase, elbowing him in the ribs. “Check this one out.”
I hear his low chuckle and know he has to have that devious grin on that he usually gets when I find a girl that I want. But I don’t bother looking at him. My eyes are locked on her like she’s got some kind of gravitational pull on me. I can't look away, even if I wanted to.
Then she’s there in front of me, her blonde hair falling in sexy waves around her shoulders and cascading down over her tits, which are fucking perfect. Gorgeous and huge and round, I can see her nipples pointing my way through her outfit, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them. Her bright blue eyes are gleaming, watching me closely, filled with the same lust that’s taking over my body right this minute. My dick is instantly hard when she licks her full lips. Fuck, I want those lips wrapped around my cock. Right the fuck now.
“Carter.” Chase’s voice filters in through my hazy brain, forcing me to snap myself out of the momentary stupor. What the hell? I always have the upper hand with women. They don’t send me into a lust-filled haze where I can’t even think straight. I’m the one who does that to them.
Keep it together, Blaine.
I tune back in to what Chase is saying.
“Carter,” he repeats, “this is Destiny. Destiny, meet Carter Blaine.”
She smiles up at me. She obviously knows exactly who I am. But the way she’s looking at me isn’t quite the same as what I’m used to. Yeah, there’s a bit of a predatory gleam in her eye, but there’s something else. Something I didn’t expect. Something that looks a lot like genuine interest.
But I push that thought aside. I can’t be bothered with thinking about anything other than how it’s going to feel when I get this girl to give me head.
Chase shoves a fat stack of hundred-dollar bills in my hand, clapping me on the back as he tells Destiny, “Take my man here to the most luxurious private room you have and give him anything he asks for.”
Destiny gives me another smile, looking like she’s up for anything and everything.
Fuck yeah. Let’s do this.
Ashley
“Please follow me,” my voice cracks, my armor a bit faulty as I take in the man I’ve imagined way too many times, right before I cream all over myself. Hell, I’ve even imagined him while fucking other men at times.
But television and my daydreams don’t begin to do him justice. He’s hotter than I could've ever envisioned, especially since his nonchalant attitude can never be depicted on the show. He’s following me, but his eyes are scoping the club, but not like most men do. You see, most men see women and lose themselves as well as any intuition they may embody. I’ve seen men shrink to boys right before my eyes, their cocks making them my slave just from a soft bite to my bottom lip.
Carter isn’t like that, and I know I need a different approach, because although I’ve caught him looking down at my ass, I know he isn’t going to be an easy target. He’s one of those types who knows he’s sexy, so his effect on me isn’t lost. He’s probably picking up on my erratic breathing, the clenching of my ass cheeks as I walk, and he may have already noticed my razor-sharp nipples.
Making my way through the large club, I notice all the women staring at us as I lead Carter to the VIP rooms in the back of the club. I have to focus to remember the layout I’ve recently learned, everything is so different in the dim lights, with red accents everywhere, making the place seem like an erotic dream. The sofas are Victorian style, with gold accents and plush red velvet upholstery. Men lean back in their tailored suits, ties loosened, and crotches bulging, as women stand before them twisting and turning half naked.
These ar
e the small time suckers, and amateur girls. Any man worth his weight in millions wouldn’t dare be caught out in the open area of a club with a tight grip on his cock. And any girl with experience wouldn’t want anything to do with a man like that.
No, the real money is made in the back rooms, and the real ballers hide behind the curtains protected by bulky bodyguards who make sure women like me can’t get pictures of these expensive targets once I’ve made them bend to my seduction.
“Destiny, you can come here,” the voice says to my right, and I process it, but completely forget that I am Destiny, so I continue walking, ignoring the order.
“Hey, over here,” the voice is dark and throaty, as his fingers grasp my hip, pulling me close to him as he casually whispers in my ear.
The music fades into oblivion as I take in his rosewood aroma; it’s heavy and thick, much like the bulge in his pants poking me from behind. I feel myself warm up, my pussy muscles clenching feverishly as his hand squeezes on my exposed skin, waiting for a response.
“Okay,” is all I can manage, the breath caught in my throat, and lust coursing through my veins.
Even his voice is sexier than I expected. Heading toward the voice that pointed out a private room, I walk into the fanciest private area I’ve ever seen in a club. Like the public areas, there is a dim and red lighting effect, and there are plush red sofas with gold accents. But the amount of gold décor and marble flooring elevates this place above every other area of the night club.
“Have a seat,” I say in my seductive tone, my mind and body getting into full character as I prepare to begin my work. Yes, he’s sexy, but I’m a professional and this is what I do.
“Cool,” he sighs, flopping down on the sofa as I set the large stack of money Chase handed me upon their arrival.
Carter is sitting with his legs spread, his bulging member on full display as he leans back, his left arm fully extended on the headrest of the sofa.
