by C. T. Sloan
I scrub my body at full speed. Prince Julian must be wonder what has gotten into me. I quickly hop out of the shower and dry myself off. Then I swing the door open in a clear panic. I look at the clock. It’s almost three. Fuck! I’m going to be late.
Prince Julian sits up in bed, staring at me. “What is going on with you, Amy?”
“I have to be at work in seven minutes, Your Highness.”
“Of course,” the Prince says with a chuckle. Then Prince Julian does something completely odd and unexpected. He jumps out of bed and helps gather my shoes and my socks. The Prince gets on his knees and begins to apply my sock. The sight of the Prince of Mondorra dressing me makes me freeze.
Prince Julian calmly puts the shoes on my feet and ties them. Then. Then he stands up and straightens out my hair with his hands. “I believe you are ready with two minutes to spare,” the Prince says.
“Thank you Prince Julian!” I exclaim as I jump up from the bed and run to the door.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the Prince says. I quickly turn around and look at him.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“What about a goodbye kiss.”
I laugh and run up to the Prince. We kiss and grab each other’s asses. Then I run off and take the elevator downstairs.
As I stand in the elevator, I realize that this is going to look awkward. My hair is wet. I am coming down from the Prince’s suite. Then two huge realizations hit me. My car never left the employee parking lot. And there are cameras in the elevator. It would not take a lot of detective work for the hotel manager to put two and two together. Fuck!
I run over to the concierge desk. Mira is standing there waiting for me. She looks at me strangely.
“Did you just run here from the shower?” Mira asks me.
“Yeah, I took a shower at the gym and came straight over,” I lie.
“I had a boring shift. The Prince didn’t call me at all. It wouldn’t surprise me if he is still asleep.”
“Those Royal folks like to party late into the night,” I say.
“Oh well. I hope it’s as uneventful for you as it was for me,” Mira says as she takes off.
I stand at my station. Just as Mira leaves, I see the hotel manager. He eyeballs me and takes a look at my wet hair. I look down at the desk and pretend to write something down just so I can avoid eye contact.
I look up. The manager is gone. I exhale deeply just relax for a moment. Fifteen seconds later, the hotel manager returns with something in his hands.
“So you think you can get away with this,” the manager says to me in a stern but soft voice.
“I don’t understand what you mean, sir,” I say nervously as I look at the piece of paper in my manager’s hand. Dammit. He knows. He knows about me and the Prince.
“What is our policy about employees parking at the hotel’s garage after hours?” the manager asks as he turns the piece of paper around. On the paper is a camera screen capture of my car in the parking lot at 4:00 a.m.
“We have to inform the valet beforehand.”
“And what is the penalty for failing to inform the valet?”
My mind draws a blank. “I forgot, sir.”
“We dock you a vacation day. Not that you will be around long enough to use any vacation days in the future,” the manager growls as he walks off.
Great. In the span of fifteen minutes, I go from being in the arms of a Prince to being in the crosshairs of a big, fat, balding douchebag boss. Ain’t life unexpected?
I stand in front of the phone while I ponder my job search. Just as my mind begins to wander the phone rings. I smile and pick up the phone. “How may I help Your Highness?”
“You could get your cute little rump back up here.”
“As you wish, Prince Julian,” I say and happily hang up the phone. This is perfect. Maybe I can stay up in the hotel room during my entire shift. As I skip up to the elevators, the manager stares at me.
“Where are you going?” my boss barks.
“Prince Julian has requested that I see him.”
“Make sure you do exactly what he tells you to do.”
“I will make sure the Prince is completely satisfied,” I beam. Ha. If my boss only knew.
I get off at the Penthouse floor and make my way to Prince Julian’s suite. I knock on the door. The door opens. The Prince is standing there in his robe. He pulls me into the suite and pushes me up against the wall. I feel Prince Julian’s hands all over my body. He goes right for my tits. Oh yeah.
The Prince removes my blouse and unhooks my bra. Then he falls to his knees and gets rid of that bothersome skirt. My panties drop in record time. Prince Julian turns around. I pull apart his robe and lick his chest and suck on his nipples. Now, this is the best way to start my work shift!
The Prince picks me up and carries me out onto the balcony. I look down below and see the Bentleys, Ferraris, Rolls-Royces and Lamborghinis pulling up to the hotel. All anyone has to do is look up to see the debauchery currently in progress.
“Put your hands on the rail and stick your backside out for me!” the Prince orders.
“As you wish, Your Highness.”
I feel the strong hand of Prince Julian smack across my ass. He spanks me harder and faster. I can feel my face turning red. The Prince gets on his knees and begins to kiss my butt. He sinks his teeth into my backside and begins to run his tongue along my rump.
The Prince lifts me up and makes me sit on the railing. I nervously balance myself as he begins to lick my breasts. The cool LA air rushes across my body. At this point, my naked body is on display for just about anyone to see. I don’t care however, my body is just ready to explode.
Prince Julian holds me as he runs his tongue down my belly. I spread my legs wide. He begins to lick me right there on the balcony. I hold onto the railing for dear life. Oh fuck! I feel like I could cum at any minute.
I feel my hands ready to slide off of the railing. I moan and scream. My hands slip. Just as I am about to fall backwards, the Prince grabs me and pulls me down onto the balcony floor. The adrenaline rush is giving me an extreme high. We attack each other’s bodies. I go down on him and give the Prince a royal blowjob that makes him pull on my hair and beg for more.
The Prince gets on top of me. He pins my legs behind my ears and starts to fuck my me nice and hard. I grab onto his back and enjoy the ride. I can feel the balcony floor scraping against my back. It’s painful. But a nice kind of pain.
We fuck. We scream. Our bodies feel like one. When the Prince is done railing me on the ground, he takes me to the jacuzzi for some more Royal pleasure! The Prince turns on the water. However, we can’t wait for the tub to fill fast enough. We climb inside and continue to fuck like rabbits.
I climb onto the Prince and wrap my legs around his hips. He pumps me as the water starts to splash around our legs.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah!” I moan as I reach orgasm. The Prince and I collapse into the water. We relax into each other’s arm as the afternoon wears on.
“Thank you for rescuing me from the concierge desk, Prince Julian,” I say as I kiss the Royal on the neck.
“Thank you for getting up here so fast,” the Prince says to me.
We hang out in the Presidential Suite for the rest of the evening. When 11:00 p.m. rolls around, I go downstairs to meet Rob as he takes over for the night shift. Then I take my car and park it at a garage just outside of Beverly Hills. I hail a cab and head right back to the hotel. This time, I sneak around the back and head on up to meet with Prince Julian.
“Did you successfully execute your little charade?” the Prince asks me as he opens the door to his suite.
“It appears so, Prince Julian.”
“Excellent. Now you can relax without fear of detection.”
With that, I jump into the arms of my Prince. We settle down into the bed and proceed to strip each other’s clothing off. We don’t fuck right away. Instead, we begin to kiss and massage each other�
�s favorite places.
Prince Julian has a beautiful smile. Of course, his hands are between my legs so that helps. I return the favorite by stroking off that Royal cock of his. We start to rub and play with each other faster and faster until we nearly come to a simultaneous orgasm. But at the very last moment, the Prince stops both of us.
The Royal hunk flips me onto my stomach. He gets on top of me and slowly enters me. I feel his hard cock fill me up. I grab the end of the bed and hold on as the Prince begins to fuck me like a stud.
The harder the Prince fucks me, the more my head gets driven right into the mattress. My ass begins to rise up into the air. Prince Julian fucks me so hard, I begin to fall right over the head of the bed.
I hold my hands out to break my fall. Before it know it, I am doing a handstand while the Prince is continuing to rail me without mercy. This is certainly a new position for me. I begin to moan. The Prince begins to moan louder. It doesn’t take long for both of us to reach the point of no return.
I collapse onto the ground. The Prince lies on the bed. We have fucked each other into submission. It takes me more than a minute to climb back into the bed and into the arms of the Prince.
“It is going to be a fun night,” he tells me.
“I couldn’t agree more, Prince Julian.”
It doesn’t take long for us to take the action over to the jacuzzi. As the water is filling up, the Prince grabs my legs and forces one of the water jets right between my legs. Oh yeah, I’ve done this before. However, this is the first time that I have the assistance of European Royalty!
I feel the pulsating jet of hot water pound against my favorite place. The Prince looks down at me, clearly enjoying the show. I grab my breasts and play with my nipples as my body tingles from the sensation.
Before the water fills up the jacuzzi, I cum again. The Prince seems more than satisfied with playing a supporting role this time around. As we relax in the jacuzzi, the Prince remarks, “I have been in LA for several days and have not seen much of the city. Not that I am complaining.”
“I can arrange a tour without the prying eyes of the media, Your Highness.”
“That would be most excellent. Of course, I could not bear to stand the day without you beside me.”
I look at the Prince in shock. Are we actually talking about a date? I mean, we’ve fucked several times already. Actually going out in public is a big step, especially for the Prince. This is a huge dilemma for me. There is no way I could be seen with the Prince and maintain my job.
“Prince Julian. How can I go out with you and maintain my job here at the hotel?”
The Prince smiles at me. “We can be a bit creative. It’ll be fun. After all, this is the home of Hollywood movies, costumes and fun.”
***
A flicker of sunlight hits me on the face. I wake up in the arms of the Prince. I feel like the luckiest girl in LA. Prince Julian wakes up soon after me. We hop into the shower and have a sweet and intense make-out session while we rub each other’s bodies with soap.
After the shower, there is a knock on the door. I quickly jump into one of the closests as room service brings in breakfast. The two of us dine out on the balcony while the Prince contemplates his day out and about town.
“You have to show me all the fun places in LA. It seems that I always come out here for some boring meeting or stuffy party,” the Prince announces between bites of his cream cheese and jelly bagel.
“Your Highness. How will I be able to accompany you without detection?”
“Oh, we’ll just tell the hotel that you will be acting as my concierge on the road. Then we can find our secret times to be intimate with each other.”
The idea is crazy. My heart races at the thought of this “date” with the Prince.
At 2:00, I sneak downstairs and make my way to the hotel manager’s office. He seems surprised to see me an hour early.
“Sir, Prince Julian asked that I accompany him during his day around L.A.”
The manager looks me up and down. “The Prince should have someone more experienced accompanying him. You could only screw this up.”
“But sir?”
“Don’t interrupt me. I’ll go see the Prince personally.”
Uh Oh. What the fuck am I going to do now? The manager and myself go up to the Penthouse floor. The manager knocks on the door of the Prince’s suite.
The Prince opens the door, slightly shocked to see me standing with the hotel manager.
“Your Highness. I hope your stay at the Beverly Wilshire has been exemplary and that we have met all of your needs.”
The Prince, in his effortlessly charming way, smiles and looks at me. “I have enjoyed unsurpassed serviced thanks to your excellent concierge staff. Especially Amy.”
Oh that is so sweet! I want to blow the Prince a kiss right there. My manager, on the other hand has other plans.
“Your Highness. I would like to personally offer you a tour of our city. I have many connections around town and can give you a truly memorable experience to the city,” the manager says to the Prince. Alright, this is certainly unexpected.
Prince Julian puts his hands around the manager. “That sounds like an excellent idea and perhaps we can go to a Lakers game in the future. However, I prefer to have Amy as my guide.”
Now the manager is stumbling to find the right response. “Of course, Your Highness. I will give Amy the proper instruction to make sure your tour goes off without a hitch.”
“I’m sure she’ll do fine,” the Prince says.
Before I know it, the hotel manager is yanking me towards the elevator. I wave and smile at the Prince. The elevator doors close. Now I am trapped, alone, with the hotel manager. This is going to be a long ride down.
My boss turns to me and says, “Now you listen to me. You will do everything the Prince says. Do not embarrass the hotel while you are out. If the media comes near him, you will take every step necessary to prevent the Prince from having his privacy violated. If you fail to carry out any of my instructions, you will have hell to pay.”
The elevator doors open on the lobby. My boss leaves. I just stand there wondering how I am going to make it throughout the day and still have a job. Oh fuck it. I’m going to be out and about with the Prince. I need to see the bright side of things.
I have the motorcade pull around the front of the hotel and call the Prince.
“Your Highness. The motorcade is ready.”
“I want this to be a more subtle day out. Just have a single Bentley Continental waiting for us. I will have the security detail keep a mindful distance.”
Well, this is certainly a change of plan. I inform the motorcade and pull a lone white Bentley Coupe around to the front of the hotel. While the $200,000 luxury vehicle would stand out everywhere else in the world, the coupe is downright pedestrian in Beverly Hills.
The Prince comes down to the lobby looking very normal. And by normal. I mean Prince Julian is decked out in blue jeans and a black shirt. He is hot and laidback. Incredibly, this makes him look even sexier.
As we meet in the lobby, I am almost tempted to give the Prince a kiss. Then I have to remind myself that I am still inside my workplace. “Be discreet,” I whisper to myself.
I open the door for the Prince. He waves me off and walks around to the passenger’s side door and opens the door for me! I nervously take my seat hoping that no one else saw this display of affection. The Prince quickly makes his way to the driver’s side.
As we pull out of the hotel, the Prince and I steal a quick kiss. We speed out onto Wilshire and head west towards the ocean. “I haven’t done this in LA for a while,” the Prince says as he drives around the hectic LA traffic.
“Do you usually drive, our Highness?”
“Only Formula One race cars. I do that as a hobby,” the Prince mentions as he speeds down the road. The royal stud checks his speed and mentions, “I have to remind myself to observe the local traffic laws. Getting pulled over would b
e an awkward start to our date.”
My heart skips a beat. “Our date!” He mentions that this is officially a date. All of a sudden, I get really, really nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous considering how many times we’ve fucked in the past 48 hours. But there is an adrenaline running through me that I can not quite describe.
The Prince speeds the Bentley onto the Pacific Coast Highway. I look out at the ocean as we head towards Malibu.
“I forgot how much fun it is to drive in California.”
“Especially when there is no where to go. Just driving and having fun.”
We head into Malibu. The Prince looks out over surfrider beach. He pulls over to the side of the highway, next to various RVs, Jeep Wranglers and other vehicles.
