Want results... Improving.

Damn. This arrangement with S city will bring 50 good-paying manufacturing jobs back to A city .

They'll just care about my cock and where I put it.

I see my motorcade move through W City.

I'm here to win a battle tonight.

Charles Davis exclaims, "You look so fucking sexy, baby." His wide eyes take in every curve of my body. His paunch stretches his white shirt as he sits on the bed.

"Am I hot?" I ask sheepishly and smile deviously. I bridge the gap between us and sit on Charles' lap, arm around his neck.

Then... You do," he murmurs, putting one hand on my nude knee and touching my Saint Laurent dress hem. I could have tempted Charles with a cheap, trashy outfit, but I don't like to underestimate men. I

I bend over and kiss his ear, saying, "I like how you say it." Charles' cock is as little as he is old, and I gulp back a laugh when I realize it. He's old enough to be my father-no, granddad.

Charles is the CEO of a pharmaceutical firm. He's 65 and one of the city 's most successful businesspeople. Charles is successful, greedy, and immoral. He made his money by hiking medicine costs and has never apologized. Where's A city Dream? Sociopaths dominate the world today.

"Know what's hot?" I move around on his lap and straddle him. Without looking away, I lift my skirt hem to show him my black La Perla thong. A strong guy is sexy. "I can't help it," I mumble, ruffling his hair.

"Lucky night!" His hands slide down my side and he softly squeezes my cheeks. He licks his lips and stares at me expectantly.

"Why?" Purring, I bite my bottom lip and inquire.

"Because I'm here... and I'm all yours, sweetheart," he says. He spent all night gnawing on the hook, then swallowed it.

I wasn't surprised. Men are predictable. You only have to play the right notes, and they'll dance. Charles made it easy.

I knew he was at the SC and that Charles likes booze. To get his attention, I needed to be alone at the bar after dinner. Between arriving and attempting to talk to me, 15 minutes elapsed. Charles is a self-confident guy who can't resist a lady like me, despite his age and features.

Men always find me attractive. I'm not boasting. Add a polished fashion sense, and I can cut a man's soul like butter. Which is fine given my job.

Charles asked me to his room after two drinks, despite being married for 30 years. Married guys are surprisingly easy to seduce. A married guy is the easiest to entice.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," I moan, pushing my crotch into his. I loosen his tie and yank it over his head, then unbutton his shirt to display his hairy chest.

"Now you're talking," he murmurs, squeezing my breasts.

"That's nice," I murmur, moving my hips and stroking my pussy on his jeans. Well, despite his little cock, he can get it up.

"Undress. I-I want you to undress for me," he sighs, his eyes narrowing as he attempts to take charge of our relationship.

"Anything for you," I mutter as my fingers slip down his tummy. Before rising up, I touch his cock with my hand on his crotch.

He stays silent while I turn my back on him and hook my fingers on my dress straps. I pull them down and let my dress fall to my waist, covering my breasts. Swinging my hips, I let the garment fall down my legs before meeting Charles' eyes.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers, staring at me with wide eyes. His stare practically scorches my black lace underwear as it travels up and down my body.

More? I tease him by unbuckling my bra.

"Yeah," he says in a heavy tone. I lick my lips.

Charles, show me your cock... I want you to be tough on me," I say, approaching him. At my instructions, he quickly unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly, and pulls his underwear and trousers to his knees.

"Is this hard enough?" he says, stroking his cock with two fingers.

I take another step toward him and bend closer, putting my lips to his ear. "And I think that's hard enough for the camera," I say, pointing to the closet. A spy cam is hidden in the space between the door and the wall.

"What's up?" As his gaze follows my fingers, he realizes he's messed up badly. Too late. "You fuckin' bitch!" he yells, standing. Instead of displaying fear as he lifts his hand to hit me, I smile.

"Hit me," I dare. "Charles, you're knee-deep in crap." Hit me, and that s*** will climb to your neck. My operatives are documenting everything... If you mess with me, my coworkers will broadcast it online. In seconds."

Still with his hand up, he hisses. I wouldn't be astonished if his brain burst if he didn't drop his trembling hand.

"I got fucked!" Trying to cover his shriveled cock, he pulls his trousers up uncomfortably.

"I did," I shrug as I put on my outfit.

"Who put you up to this?" he demands between angry teeth. He probably believes a competing firm recruited me or this is an inside coup - someone wants to be CEO. Answer is simple.

I said, "Your wife." She needed evidence of your cheating to dump you. I turn away from him and get my camera from the closet. I grab my handbag from a chair and put the camera inside.

Charles begs, "Don't do this!" When he realizes he has my attention, he kneels and prays. "Don't do it. You'll destroy my life."

"You should've considered it before cheating on your wife. Maybe she'll find a good guy now. I throw my bag over my shoulder, fix the front of my dress, and leave without looking at Charles. The room emits a sound like a guy weeping.

Alright.

I don't like wrecking men's life. Luring guys into traps is my job, but I don't do it randomly. Before accepting a position, I make sure the candidate merits it. He deserves it.

Unfaithful, greedy businessman deserved it. Unsurprised. I've met businesspeople, politicians, etc. 1% of A city doesn't impress me. In my view, they're all well paid scam artists willing to sell their souls. I'm the Universe's answer to all that decadence-I'm karma made flesh.

I'm headed towards the hotel's main exit when I see a gathering. I'd assume something significant is occurring based on all the cameras and news vehicles. I heard S city 's ambassador was staying here, so maybe it's her.

I take a big breath and leave by one of the side doors, trying to be as discreet as possible.

One female reporter says, "Yeah, he's a letdown." "I assumed mayor Benson would be different, but..." When I leave the throng, I can't hear her, but I don't need to. mayor Benson is a disappointing new commander-in-chief.

You'll be disappointed if you believe anybody in W City.

mayor Martin Benson seems to be catching up. Did you notice how I double-entendre'd another sex scandal?

Critics of the mayor were quick to argue that he was cheapening the position, and Speaker of the House Vincent Walker was the loudest.

The Speaker told me, "Themayor has a job the A city 's people chose him for, and I urge he spend more time doing it and less time studying the ins and outs of all the gorgeous W City women."

My heart feels tense, and I stuff a balled fist into my suit trousers pocket.

Where is A city 's interest in the everyday?

I see Doris. Do not be fooled by her little stature. Her tenacity is bulldog-like.

Shaking my head, I respond, "My personal life isn't relevant." I've gone to tremendous lengths to keep my personal life quiet .

Doris nods, "Yes, but there were rumors."

Doris says, "You've guarded your personal life so fiercely that it's made others inquisitive." The public is fascinated about you since you're young, gorgeous, affluent, unmarried, and the youngest mayor of A city .

"Well, I view it," Doris adds, "as the press digging till they obtain something,So, I believe we should give them something."

"Like?" I try not to seem doubtful.

"A wife," says Doris. Well, a fiancee.

"We could have a news conference," I say, rising and pacing.

"Yes," says Doris. "Perfect, then you can say you're engaged."

This approach seems ridiculous, but it may work.

"Okay, now that we have everything sorted out, who will play the phony fiancée? ."

"I'll manage it. I know precisely the gal."

I worry what I've gotten myself into as she grins and leaves.

Arcadia's pov

I've been trying to figure out why the mayor's chief of staff invited me to a meeting. At first, I thought about turning her down right away, but I can't turn down Doris Simpson without seeing what she wants.

Oh, Doris Simpson. I was her classmate. We've lost contact, so I'm wondering why she's come to me now.

I only look up when my coffee bar dor iis knocked.

"Yeah?" I yell.

"Thank you for taking the time," Doris says as she looks around and nods approval.

I ask Doris as I settle down

Doris and I had shared pals from our school days. But we never spoke.

I warn myself as I attempt to interpret Doris' face.

Before Doris can respond, I remark, "If the mayor wants to blackmail his opponents, I'm out."

"Oh? I see," she says, a grin on her lips. "But you're lucky. My proposal isn't blackmail. We want you to be Benson's fiancee. A false fiancée, fine, but it needs to be credible.

" If you accept this position, you'll be his fiancée so he can rebuild his image."

Brain controls me here. The reptilian part of me that just thinks about sex is screaming yes. It wants to smother Martin Benson in my body. His cock in my face. His cheeks and squeeze.

The silent part of me wants to condition becoming his phony fiancée on his taking my virginity. Then feces on me. I swallow it.

"We'll pay you generously." Maybe she thinks she can reach me via my money account if she can't emotionally.

"No," I sigh. As you can see, I'm doing well,.

"50 million," she says, and I'm stunned.

"I told you, I'm doing well," I say, attempting to seem nonchalant while my heart races.With that much money, I could quit wooing elderly guys for a career. As great as it is, I don't want to do it my whole life.

"1 billion," I say,

Doris pause,s and I can see she wasn't ready to settle for that much. Alas.

"Okay,"

As she stares at me, she shakes it. When I look at her, all I see are piles of cheques.

Arcadia

The mayor's house

"Tynet Dawson, the vice mayor.

"Yes," I nod and grin at the apprehensive faces surrounding me. The vice mayor, chief of staff, and other members of the mayor's inner circle are briefing me on the narrative I'm meant to sell to the press.

"I met Martin at a charity event t. We were mutual friends. Martin's large heart pushed our relationship into something more. I didn't want to be in the limelight, so he protected me. Martin and I had been dating on and off for a long, but only after the last controversy did we realize we needed one other. "

Doris assures me, while checking her watch. Martin was meant to be here, but he was too important to meet his fake fiancee on time. Doris adds, as if she could read my thinking, "He'll be here shortly."

Maybe he's banging an intern, I joke. I'm not being cruel; Martin may be banging an intern. He wouldn't be first.

"Banging an intern," Tynet Dawns snorts and laughs after me. When she realizes everyone is staring at her, she puts a hand over her lips and clears her throat, pretending she didn't say anything.

I'm ready to tell a joke when mayor Benson walks in. He moves to the head of the table, fixing his cufflinks.

"Glad to see you're on board," he says, sitting back in his chair and smirking. Not even an apology for being late, what a pompous guy. I think he's accustomed to doing what he wants. This is the kind of guy I usually lure into my traps, but this time I'm on the asshole's side. I think 1 billion concealed my moral issues.

"Doris was quite convincing," I say coolly.

"Good. "It seems like she made the proper decision with you,"

My eyes were pulled to him as he arrived. It's not often that I see a city mayor up close. Sure, I'll play a significant part and have to spend time with him, but first impressions are always important. And he looks better in person than on TV.

"So, you know what to do, right?

feel heated as I keep his stare and nod with my tongue between my lips.

"Good," he grins, crossing his legs. We'll continue for a year. You may cancel our false engagement by saying I'm too responsible.

" A year? "I was thinking short-term."

"And if there's any indication of a scandal with another lady, I'll cancel the contract. And I'll still be paid."

Martin breathes, pursing his lips and exhaling quickly. I think you're correct. The danger isn't worth it," he says after a period of quiet. We're good.

"Good. Where's my ring? "I smile at him and wave my fingers. A bride needs a ring. A costly one"

Laughing, he runs his fingers down his tie. Pushing back his chair, he stands and strides around the table, narrowing the gap between us. His hand comes out of his jacket with a little square box. He opens the package and says, "That's it."

My eyes land on the largest diamond necklace I've ever seen.

I smile and give him my hand, "Yes" I hold my breath as his flesh touches mine. I imagine what else he has that's huge and slick because of his smooth hand.

"OK," he chuckles. Instead of caring about the ring, he adds, "You'll want a keepsake."

"Welcome to your new life, Arcadia," Martin says, and I grin back before I can stop myself.

Martin's pov

In the Press Briefing room. Half a dozen rows of reporters are looking at me, waiting for the press conference to begin.

. I can't believe I'm worried right now.

No weird stuff happened.

I'm at the podium and glance at Doris in the room. I start when she nods. After taking a deep breath, I fix my tie and smooth my suit jacket lapels.

"Thanks for coming today." "I believe we can all agree that the media is misrepresenting me."

. I hear reporters murmuring.

"Today, I'll discuss a news."

"What's your connection to S city 's envoy, Fei Park?" a chubby reporter interrupts me.

"Yes," I say. I'd like to announce a new trade deal between A and S.

"I'm working closely with the S city 's ambassador to finalize this deal, but we need to work together to reach our objectives. "

"But Mr. Benson, what are you hiding? Why do you keep your personal life a secret?" asks another reporter.

I've city d it before, but my private life is none of the public's business. My concentration is on the nation, not politics.

Many reporters rush out of their chairs at this city ment, yelling out my name and raising their cameras and microphones.

Then I raise my hand.

, "Since you've made this personal, I'd want to make a personal announcement."

A stillness unlike anything I've seen settles over the room like a silk blanket over everyone's head.

"This is my fiancee Arcadia Moore," I say.

Cameras are clicking and reporters are falling out of their seats. No one expected me to make such a declaration. To them

But they love it. They're smiling now.

I watch as Arcadia joins me onstage. She's wearing a white dress with sleek lines and figure-hugging contours. She is city ly and heavenly.

She is an expert at this. Unless I knew better, I'd think she was my fiancee.

The press claps. One reporter shouts "Congratulations, mayor!"

I'm not sure I need a false fiancée, but I want to f*ck her. I imagine her round tits in my mouth and my hands. My eyes drift to her swaying ass as she seduces. I imagine bending her over my desk, lifting up her white dress, and -

A reporter interrupts me with, "When's the wedding?"

"We'll make that announcement shortly," I continue. "But for now, I want to declare that I would never endanger my relationship or the city 's image. My priorities are this wonderful nation and the future Mrs. Benson."

Arcadia joins me at the podium and pecks me on the cheek.

Arcadia, how did you meet Mr. Benson?