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.