Chapter One

Caleb

I admit it – I'm not very good at my job. I let myself get easily distracted. But then, most guys in my place would be easily distracted too. Having a woman face down in your lap, blowing you in the front seat of your car can be more than a little distracting.

In my defense though, when you're sitting on a long, boring-ass stakeout for hours on end, you need to find ways to distract yourself. At least, I do. Maybe I've got that ADHD or some shit like that.

Fortunately for me, I've gotten smarter about how I do things. That's my deal – working smarter so I can enjoy a few of the perks that go along with the job. Perks like Sarah here, who is working my shaft like an absolute pro. Although she pretended to be this shy, demure, inexperienced little thing when we met, I can tell by the way she's sucking my cock that this is most definitely not her first rodeo.

I have my hands in her hair, pulling on it gently as she slides her tongue up and down my shaft. She has a firm grip on my cock and is stroking me at the same time. I let out a small gasp as she takes all of me into her mouth, tightening her lips around me and starts bobbing her head up and down fast and hard, using her hand to cup and squeeze my balls.

I throw my head back against the headrest of the driver's seat and moan. It feels damn good.

“Jesus, Sarah,” I groan.

She immediately stops and looks up at me, a flash of anger in her eyes. “It's Sabrina,” she scowls.

I give her a dry chuckle and a lopsided smile. “Right. Sorry,” I say. “You're so good that you're obviously scrambling my brain a bit.”

She gives me a small smile, accepting what I said as truth. Probably only because she wants it to be true – doesn't want to think she's that disposable or faceless to me. But the truth of the matter, she is. I've got no plans to see her again after we finish up here. What is the point? I'm not looking for a relationship and even if I was, I don't really think I exactly qualify as “boyfriend material.”

All I want is a little fun to pass some time while I wait for my target to make his move. Well – that and to get laid, I suppose.

Apparently, she's satisfied so Sarah or Sabrina – or whatever the hell her name is – goes back to work, sucking and stroking me like she's auditioning for a porn. She's a nice enough girl, I suppose – early twenties, body that won't quit, sexy as hell. She's toned, tight, and best of all, eager to screw. As far as qualifications go, she's checked off every box on my list.

We met at the bar across the street from my target's office. I figured I'd have a drink while I kept an eye on things. I honestly hadn't intended to hook up with Sarah – I actually only wanted a beer while I waited. But she struck up a conversation, one thing led to another, and the next thing I know, we're out in my car and I've got my cock in her mouth.

Yeah, it's times like these when I enjoy being a PI the most.

I let myself get so caught up in Sarah's blow job though, that I didn't realize my target was on the move. Not until I hear the soft beep coming from my laptop, anyway.

“Shit,” I murmur.

Sarah looks up at me with a curious and concerned expression on her face. “You okay? Did I –”

“No, you're fine,” I say. “Sorry, it's work.”

I can tell by her expression that she's disappointed, thinking that we aren't going to be able to finish our little tryst. But I know the device I'd planted on my target's car has a GPS device, so I'd be able to pick him up again later – like I said, I'm working smarter.

But it's a small transmitter with a limited range, so I need to finish up with Sarah pretty quick if I'm going to finish this job up tonight. And I really want to finish this job up tonight. Sarah though, is looking at me like I'd just kicked her puppy and stole her candy. I give her a soft smile.

I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but I'm not that big of an asshole. I'll make sure she has a good time. Besides, I really need to get off now too.

“Let me guess,” she pouts, “you have to go.”

I shrug. “I do, but I still have a few minutes.”

I jump out of the car and hurry around to the passenger side – glad I'd had the foresight to park in a dark, secluded corner of the parking lot. Pulling open the door, I get her to her feet and give her a long, passionate kiss. The girl melts in my arms and kisses me back, taking my cock in her hand and give it a good, hard squeeze.

She gives me a sultry little smile and I know she's still up for it. Turning her around, I bend over the passenger seat and lift her skirt up, pushing it up around her waist. I take a look around to make sure nobody's watching us – more for her sake than mine, I really don't give a shit if they do – and when I see we're alone, I drive my cock deep into her.

Sarah gasps and I feel her body tense up as I enter her. But as I grab on to her hips and slowly start to move my cock in and out of her, I feel her relax and loosen up a bit. As I start to pump my hips, slamming myself into her harder and faster in a steady rhythm, she begins to moan. Sarah pushes back against me, taking me deeper into her as she moans even louder.

She so tight and feels so good, I know I'm not going to last very long. Sarah is moaning louder and her breathing is becoming a little ragged as I pump my cock into her hard and fast. I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, giving it a solid pull as I drive myself even deeper inside of her.

“Oh, yes,” she groans, “Yes, baby, yes.”

I grunt and grit my teeth, determined to make sure she gets off. Like I said, I'm not a totally selfish asshole. I move my hips, pumping into her even harder and I can feel that pressure building up inside of me. I hope she's close because I know I don't have much longer.

The girl's body tenses up beneath me and her breath catches in her throat. She lets out a low moan that sounds more like a growl than anything. And then all at once, it feels like her entire body locks up for a moment before she begins to shake almost uncontrollably.

Her voice breathy and ragged, she calls out my name as her orgasm tears through her. She's loud, so I quickly survey the parking lot, glad to see it's still deserted. I may not care if somebody sees us, but the last thing I need is for the cops to roll in – they might care a little bit.

Sarah looks back at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip, and gives me a lascivious little smile. I take that as my cue and drive myself into her even harder. She gasps, but moans as I bury my cock into her as deep as I can go. I thrust myself deeper and harder, the pressure inside of me building to a crescendo.

And then the dam burst.

With one final, deep thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her and let out a groan. Throwing my head back, I let the sensations ripple through me as I unload my seed in a big, wet burst. My body trembles as I come and my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.

A moment later, my cock growing limp, I pull out of her and quickly pull up my pants. Sarah stands up and turns around, smoothing her dress down and looks at me with a sweet smile on her face. I hear my laptop beep again and look to it, growing a little anxious to be on my way.

“That was incredible,” she says.

I nod distractedly as I zip up my pants and buckle my belt. “Yeah, that was fun.”

Sarah traces her fingertip down my chest. “We should do that again sometime,” she says. “Soon.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “That'd be great. Listen I gotta run. Duty calls and all.”

I walk around and get in behind the wheel of my car. Sarah leans in through the open window and hands me a piece of paper. I look at it questioningly.

“It's my number,” she says. “Call me.”

I give her my best thousand-watt smile. “Yeah, absolutely,” I say. “I had fun tonight. Thanks, Sarah.”

Her smile fades immediately, and an annoyed look crosses her face. “It's Sabrina.”

“Right, Sabrina,” I reply. “Sorry. I'm terrible with names.”

I start the car up and back out of my space, giving her a wave as I accelerate out of the parking lot. Even as I turn out onto the street, I imagine that I can still see the look of anger and disapproval on her face. Sabrina. Not Sarah.

Oh well, it wasn't like I was going to see her again.

“Yeah, that could've gone smoother,” I say to myself.

Stopped at a red light, I lean down and grab my laptop, setting it on the seat next to me and open it up. The tracking program is already up and running and I can see the little red dot that marks my target's car. It's stopped a little way up the road from where I am.

I breathe a little sigh of relief that he hadn't gotten out of the transmitter's range. I'd be there in a few minutes, get what I need to wrap this job up, and move on to something else. Hopefully, something a little more interesting.