by Alexis Angel
Just then, he slides one finger inside my slippery sex, and I hear a small gasp fall from his lips.
“You’re fucking soaking,” he says in disbelief, his finger sliding in and out of me with ease, before he slides a second finger inside.
“Oh!” I moan, my body building, the waves in my belly moving throughout me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I’ve had an orgasm, of course, but this is more than that. My body feels electric, and Carter is my conductor, his fingers curling inside me as he taps my frontal vaginal wall deliciously.
“Right there! Yes!” I cry, my climax ready to rock through me.
“Should I torture you like you did me?” he whispers before taking my nipple in his mouth.
“No! Please!” I cry, begging him not to do to me what I’ve just done to him.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m dying to feel you cum,” he whispers in my ear before tugging at my earlobe, his fingers still curling inside of me.
“Oh God,” I moan, my thighs pressing together, trapping his hand.
“I already know what you like, babe,” he growls and the masculinity in his tone just pushes me forward, and I fall over the edge as my orgasm rattles me to the core, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Yes!” I cry, my body arching to push my greedy pussy toward him, desperate for more pressure.
“Damn, you’re squeezing me,” he chuckles, shoving a third finger inside of me.
“Ahh!” I moan, my body welcoming the addition.
“I know you didn’t think that was it,” he teases, his fingers sliding into me as his palm grips my clit with every intrusion. The pattern is incredibly stimulating and another climax is building before I can even deny the possibility. I’ve never experienced back-to-back orgasms in my life. If I’m honest, I thought they were a myth.
“Shit!” I cry, the waves building dangerously fast as I moan loudly.
“You’re making me hard again moaning like that,” Carter warns me in that same deep tone, and it's almost enough to tip the scales again, but I fight the urge, hoping to extend the pleasure just a little longer.
Just then, he leans down, taking my clit into his mouth and sucking gently. I cry out in ecstasy, spiraling into another orgasm, this one even stronger than the first. My body instinctively pulls away from him, my clit too sensitive and my body fearful of how another orgasm may tear me apart.
“I was going to stop anyway,” he smirks as I smile in gratitude, a giggle falling from my pink lips.
“I don’t know if you should be trusted,” I smile, as I catch my breath.
“You’re the tortuous one,” he reminds me and we exchange a smile as I rise to my feet, collecting my lace underwear.
Sliding on my delicate panty and bra set, I take a satin robe hanging from a hook on the wall and drape myself in the soft fabric.
“I hope you enjoyed your dance,” I say over my shoulder as I move to make my way out of the dark room, but he grabs my wrist before I can exit.
“Wait! You didn’t try to have sex with me,” he says with shock written all over his face. He must think I don’t know the ridiculous rules of this game he plays.
“I know. Maybe another time,” I shrug, my mouth curving into a smirk as I try to pull my wrist from his grip, but he hangs onto me for a bit longer.
“You don’t even want to try?” he cocks his head to the side. I guess he’s feeling a bit disappointed, but I desperately need to get away from him. Besides, we’ve already done more than I planned on our first encounter.
“No, I think you’ve had enough,” I wink at him before tugging my hand from his grasp roughly.
His eyes are on me until I’m completely out of the door. The air feels smoother once I exit his space, my mind begins to work properly again, and I feel a rush of relief. I’d grossly underestimated the effect he would have on me, and now I’m sure there will be no one coming close to topping the way he just made me feel.
His dominance, control, and confidence just make me cream as I replay our time together. I really want to just go back into that room and beg him to take me. I want more of him, and actually grow sad the further I get away from him, knowing he might be leaving, and who knows when I’ll see him next.
It pops into my mind that he’ll have to have another girl attempt to seduce him this week since I didn’t even try to have sex with him, and a strange yet overwhelming sense of jealousy rushes over me. How can I actually be jealous of a man I barely know?
I’m not sure, but I know that I am. I want him all to myself after just one meeting. I want all of his pleasure, and I want to give him all of mine as well. There’s no one else in the world I want to touch my body, and I know now that I’m in deep trouble dealing with Carter.
Reminding myself that I’m a professional, I head to the back and redress in my regular clothes, anxious to get out of this strip club and regroup. That was a rollercoaster of emotions, and my body is still feeling aftershocks from those two incredible climaxes. A long bath and rich red wine are definitely in my future. And of course daydreams of Carter, as usual.
Carter
Walking out of the private room, I’m in a total daze. What the fuck was that? I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that in my entire life. My body is still on fire from Destiny’s touch. I want more. So much more.
And I don’t even know what to do with that. Never have I once wanted more from a girl once she got me off. One and done, basically. I don’t even think about them after it’s over. If I think hard enough, I might be able to remember one or two girls over the years that stood out from the hundreds. Maybe. Then again, I don’t think anyone has ever been that memorable. Not compared to what I just experienced with Destiny.
I need to find a way to get more of her.
As I make my way back through the strip club, Chase comes up and slaps me on the back.
“Dude, you didn’t have sex with her.” He sounds shocked. I’m not sure why he would be after five years of this. But I have to say, I’m a bit shocked too. I wanted to. So fucking bad.
“How do you know?” I mean, I know he said it was constant filming from here on out, but I didn’t see a camera anywhere in that room. And I looked. Especially when thoughts of slipping my dick in Destiny’s sweet pussy were teasing at the corners of my brain.
Chase laughs. “We had a webcam in the box of condoms. Don’t get me wrong, all of that was crazy hot. It'll make great TV. I’m just surprised you didn’t give in.” He shrugs. “Oh well.”
Part of me wants to ask why he’s so surprised. He knows how committed I am to making it to the end of the season. To claiming my two billion dollars that I’ve earned. I mean, all this self-denial definitely warrants that kind of bonus. But I don’t ask because all I can focus on is Destiny.
I scan the club, looking for her. I need to talk to her before we leave. I can’t just walk away. What if I never see her again? Unacceptable.
Just then, I see a flash of blonde hair headed toward the exit of the club. Destiny.
I run after her, totally ignoring Chase calling after me. I don’t give a fuck what he’s saying right now. I need to catch Destiny before she leaves.
I reach her just as she starts to walk outside. Stretching out my hand, I clasp my fingers around her wrist.
“Destiny!”
She gasps and whirls around, her blue eyes wide, her hair floating around her face like some kind of halo. Like a fucking angel. A very naughty angel.
“Oh, hi,” she says, her voice coming out in a low whisper. “It’s you.”
She tries to pull her hand away, but I tighten my grip. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I tease.
She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a look that I don’t quite understand.
With the hand not holding on to her, I pull my phone from my pocket and unlock it. “What’s your number, baby? I can’t let you just walk out of here with no way to find you again.”
Destiny glan
ces around the club like she’s looking for something, then tilts her head toward the open doorway. I follow her out, never releasing my grip on her soft wrist.
Once we’re outside, she still doesn’t look any less uncomfortable. She’s looking all around as if she thinks we’re being filmed, which of course, we probably are.
“Look, Destiny,” I say, moving in close to her, feeling an urge to pull her up against me and take that look of discomfort away from her. What the fuck is that about? “Now that your bit in the show is over and your work for ABN is done, I’d really like to get to know you.”
She lifts her head and searches my eyes. “What do you mean?”
I give her a slow smile. I mean all kinds of things. But I start with something simple. “Just that I really enjoyed my time with you tonight and I’d like to know more about you, separate from Head Hunter.”
She looks all around again and licks her lips nervously. I’m not quite sure what she’s thinking, but as long as she’s willing to not walk out of my life forever right now, I’m good with whatever it is.
Looking back at me, I can’t get any kind of read on her. Her face is blank, her eyes are like a mask, and I can’t tell if she’s even slightly interested. When she shrugs casually, I wonder if I totally misread what went on in the private room because I sure as hell got the impression that I wasn’t just some client.
“Fine,” she says quickly, grabbing my phone from me and typing in her number, and then hands it back to me, and starts to turn away.
“Hang on,” I say, holding the phone up to snap a picture of her. “For your contact,” I say when she arches a brow. Or for my spank bank. But she doesn’t need to know that.
She doesn’t say anything again, just gives me a look like she’s wondering if we’re through here yet. What the fuck? It’s like she’s totally not interested. Well, at least I got her number. She may not care right now, but I’m not about to let this be the end of whatever we started back in the private room.
I give her a sexy grin, the one that normally has women dropping their panties in a heartbeat. “Until next time, Destiny.”
She simply gives me one last indecipherable look, then spins on her heels and walks away.
Ashley
“Oh my god, Ashley, look at this one,” my friend Michelle squeals, pulling out a sexy little black dress and holding it out to me. This is the ultimate retail therapy.
Michelle and I go to Bergdorf Goodman for a little shopping on the regular, and today I need this girl time even more than usual. I’m about to go out of my mind waiting for Carter to call.
I take the dress and hold it up to myself, imagining what Carter might think when he sees me in it. Wondering if it’s sexy enough to make him want to see me out of it.
I bite my lip. “I don’t know, Michelle, is it hot and slutty enough?”
Michelle laughs. “Seriously? That dress screams do me now.”
I nod, not entirely convinced. “I just want to make sure it’s perfect. I know he’s going to call and ask me out.”
The way he looked at me last night outside the strip club was fucking intense. I didn’t expect that from him at all. I had no idea how to handle it either. All the reasons I wanted to send Lorraine in for me in the first place were front and center in my head all night. I was hired to do a job, but I’m not feeling the least bit professional about it. Yeah, I want to fuck Carter—and that’s what I’m getting paid to do—but I can’t seem to compartmentalize my job from my feelings this time around. And I have no idea why.
Michelle looks at me, her eyes bulging. “Girl, you are seriously getting into your work this time.”
She knows all about my business—she's my best friend, after all—but I haven’t told her about this particular job. It’s super secret. Well, they all are, typically. But I don’t usually keep secrets from Michelle.
“Who is it this time?” she asks. “Because I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up over a client.”
I bite my lip, wondering if I should tell her. Then it just falls out in a spew of word vomit. “It’s Carter Blaine from TV. You know, Head Hunter? I’m supposed to seduce him.”
Michelle’s mouth falls open. “Are you fucking kidding me? Oh my God, Ash, I’m so jealous. Are you going to be on the show?”
I nod. Michelle doesn’t watch the show, so she didn’t see me on the live stream last night at the strip club, and the edited episode doesn’t air until later this week. She does know all about it, though. I mean, everyone does. It’s fucking Head Hunter, after all.
She squeals again. “This is crazy! I mean, I’m still totally jealous. Because, well, Carter Blaine. But it’s totally awesome. Do you think you’ll be able to do it?” Her eyes narrow skeptically. “That guy is unbelievable. Seriously, five years and he still hasn’t done it? I know you’ve got some skills, girlfriend, but he’s got some serious tenacity.”
“Tell me about it.” I roll my eyes. “Last night was…well, let’s just say it would've made any other guy give in.”
Just then, my phone rings, and my nerves go crazy. Taking a deep breath, I turn away from Michelle and steady myself, then answer my phone.
“Hello?” My voice comes out cool and aloof, surprisingly. At least I’ve still got it, even though Carter pushes me to the limit of staying the course with my assignment.
“Destiny.” Oh God. Just the sound of his low, gravelly voice has my pussy aching with slow pulses.
“That’s me. Who’s this?”
He chuckles, as if he doesn’t doubt for a second that I know who he is. “Only the guy who had his hands all over you last night and made you come so hard you couldn’t see straight. The same guy who plans on doing it all over again with you tonight.”
My mouth drops open. Holy fuck. That is so hot.
“Hmm,” I say, fighting for control. “I think I might have an idea who this is. But could you be a little more specific?”
“How about the guy with the twelve-inch cock? Does that ring a bell? Because I know you don’t see that every day.”
I smile. Sure as hell don’t. “Oh yes, I think I know now. Carson Blake, is it?”
“Carter Blaine, and you know it.” I hear the smile in his voice. “But make sure you get it right, because it’s the name you’re going to be screaming at the top of your lungs tonight when I sink my mouth into that sweet pussy.”
I can’t even. Oh my God. I’m literally about to fall out on the floor in the middle of Bergdorf’s because this guy has me so hot.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Before I blow your mind, though, how about dinner? Le Cirque?” Carter suggests, though it’s obvious it’s not a question.
“Let me check with my assistant, but I think that can be arranged.”
“I’ll have my driver pick you up at eight, Destiny.”
The phone beeps, signaling the call has ended, and my hand falls limply to my side. Oh my God, that alpha thing he just did is so totally hot. I look at Michelle and scream, bouncing up and down on my toes as I tell her what he said.
I have a date with fucking Carter Blaine. And if all goes well, at the end of it I’ll be fucking Carter Blaine. “I have to bring my A-game tonight, Michelle. I can’t mess this up. I have to be the sluttiest of all sluts. That’s the only way, right?”
Michelle doesn’t look convinced. “I don’t know…”
“What do you mean?”
She purses her lips and gives me a scrutinizing look. “I know you, girl. This is not just a regular job for you. You never act like this. You like him.”
I don’t answer her. That’s way too close to the truth. I think back about all the things I read in his file and how he seems like he’d be a really good catch.
“Here’s what you need to do,” Michelle says. “You need to go with your gut. Be yourself. Show him the real you. Not the person you think he wants to see. That’s what they all do. And look how that ends up every week.”
I realize she’s right. I mean, look what happened with Lorraine last week. “But if I just act like myself, then what? I’m trying to seduce a man here, Michelle. Not find my one true love.”
She smiles. “That’s easy. Once he sees the real you, he’ll be begging to stick his cock inside you.”
I roll my eyes. “How romantic.”
Michelle laughs, but I think about what she said. It’s a tactic I haven’t used before, and to be honest, I really don’t feel like putting on an act with Carter. It just might work.
Carter
I’m standing outside Le Cirque waiting for Destiny. Pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, I catch the valet watching me. No doubt he knows who I am. There’s a camera crew parked out on the sidewalk, plus an entourage of paparazzi stationed across the street. At least the camera crew isn’t allowed inside the restaurant. I’m sure they’ll have something set up to catch our date, but it'll feel somewhat normal without cameras shoved in our faces.
I start to wonder why I’m so concerned about the date feeling normal. That goes right along with why I’m even going on this date in the first place. This is the first time I’ve ever seen the same woman more than once in my entire five years of starring in Head Hunter.
But as the chauffeured town car pulls up in front of the restaurant where I’m standing, all those thoughts fly out of my head. I don’t have time for that bullshit. All of my focus is on Destiny as she climbs from the car.
Holy fuck.
She looks incredible. If I thought she was the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen last night at the club, she’s completely blowing that out of the water tonight in the sexy little black dress she’s wearing.
I feel like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes are bulging out of their head as she comes toward me. That dress cradles her perfect D cup tits like it was made for her, and her amazing ass that I got up close and personal with last night looks just as awesome. How am I supposed to make it through a dinner at this posh restaurant without tossing her across the table and having my way with her?
