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.”