Fuck yeah.

I lean my head back on the leather seat in my hotel penthouse and grin like the cocky bastard I am. I don’t even know this girl’s name—I just met her tonight, but she’s going down on me like this is her last chance to ever suck a cock. Resting my hand on the back of her head, I push her down even further, making her take my huge cock all the way down her throat.

When she gags a little, I ease up and let myself enjoy the wet slurping sounds she makes while she drags her tongue up and down my shaft, and then circles it around my thick head.

It’s a decent blowjob. I’ve had better. I’ve had worse. In fact, I’ve had fucking thousands of blowjobs. Bitches line up to blow me. Makes my job as easy as it gets because I get paid to get head.

Well, kind of.

Allow me to explain. I’m Carter Blaine, star of the hit show Head Hunter. That should say it all, but just in case you haven’t heard of me, let me give you the details.

I’m twenty-six years old and the world’s oldest alpha male virgin. That’s right. This twelve-inch cock that’s currently being sucked and licked has never been inside a woman. Not in the way that counts. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I get off on the regular. Like daily. Like I said, the ladies line up to get this cock in their mouths. Or in their asses.

But technically, I’m still a virgin. Oral and anal sex don’t count. What counts is that my cock has never been inside a woman’s pussy.

Why the fuck would I do that? A good question, especially considering the media has crowned me as one of the sexiest billionaires in the world. I can have any woman I want. I do get any woman I want. But let me tell you something. People love the idea that I’m waiting until I meet the woman I’m going to marry to have sex. They love it so much that I’m one of the richest young billionaires in the country. I have my own reality show empire.

Head Hunter is one of the most watched shows for the fifth year running. For the past five years I’ve made a fortune marketing myself as a virgin … and not just any virgin. Remember, I’m one of the hottest alpha billionaires on the planet. Getting some pussy isn’t a problem. But here’s the thing. If I stay a virgin, I make serious bank. To the tune of ten million dollars per episode that I don’t give it up. But it’s become a bit of a joke.

Like I said, women line up to get a piece of me because each one is determined to be the one to make me give in. Each one thinks she has a magic pussy or some bullshit like that. But the joke’s on them because I have an iron will. And each and every one of them can’t resist me. By the end of every show, I’m getting head, and getting ass. Basically getting off.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Why the fuck would I actually fuck someone when I can get head and make a cool ten mil? Yeah. I wouldn’t.

“Uh…mmm…oh,” the chick moans as she bobs her head up and down on my cock. She’s doing a pretty good job, so I return the favor and reach under her skirt and slide my fingers inside her soaking pussy. She clenches around me and comes immediately.

See? That’s how fucking horny I make these women. One touch from me and they explode.

She sucks me even faster, pumping her hand up and down my shaft in time with her head, and I feel my balls tighten. Yanking her up off my cock, I shoot jet after hot jet of cum all over her face, and she looks like she loves every fucking second of it.

I smirk. This won’t make it onto the actual show due to censorship, but you better believe there'll be some leaks on the web. It’s all part of the marketing. We make sure people can’t get enough of this. And that keeps them tuning in week after week.

Pushing the girl aside and leaving her to clean herself up, I tuck my cock away and stand up, walking across my hotel room to pour myself a drink. I don’t even bother to look back at her. She’ll be out of here in the next few minutes, having failed at what she came here for and making me ten million richer in the process. The sooner the better. We’re moving out of here tonight.

The next season of the show is filming in New York City.

Glancing back at the girl, I see that she’s headed to the restroom, so I decide to make a break for it. I’m not in the mood for having to deal with the brush off. They don’t always get clingy, but occasionally they do. I’m always like, what the fuck? They know what they signed up for. I shake my head. There are always the few that seem to think they’re different or special or some shit.

Come on, really? They come on a show where the whole idea is for me to convince them to blow me but they think they might be The One?

I head out of the penthouse, rolling my eyes at the idea, then knock on the door across the hall where the control room is and walk in without waiting for an answer.

“Hey, man,” Chase calls out. He’s the head of filming. “Nice job with the cum shot.”

I should feel weird that all these cameras were on me while I was getting my dick sucked, but I’m used to it.

Instead, I just smirk and jerk my head once. “I’m headed out but I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn’t have sex with her at any point tonight. Check the camera crew that followed me if you need to verify.” I turn, ready to leave, and then add, “I expect the next ten million in my account tomorrow morning.”

“You know it, man,” Chase says, shaking his head in awe like he always does. “I don’t know how you do this week after week.”

I laugh. “What, get head?”

He nods. “That too, but I mean how you still convince them that’s what they want to do after all this time.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I wink. “It's what they want to do. What can I say?”

“One of these days you’re going to find someone you want for more than just some head.”

I look at him like he’s crazy. This shit is way too lucrative to even think about having sex with someone. I’m the fucking Head Hunter. “Yeah right, dude. I’ve got it made. What else could I possibly want?”

Chase laughs, but he still looks skeptical. Whatever.

Time to head out. “Let’s go, man. Time to hit up the Big Apple.”