Natalie Vs. Prince

The most that I can think of doing is to push my ass back against that big, glorious cock. Let him feel my ass cheeks.

"But now is when the fun starts, love," he whispers in my ear.

And then he licks my neck.

A long, deep, lick where I can feel almost every inch of his tongue.

It massages my neck muscles, relaxing them and my eyes roll back into my head for real this time.

Connor's tongue is gone just as quickly as it came and I can't help it, but I need to act normal. I stumble and tremble as I walk back to my cubicle and sit down at my desk, my heart beating a mile a minute.

***

Dinner is a similar affair. It's mainly George doing his closing sales pitch with Connor as press officer.

I think her name is Nadia Scow and she's certainly giving George a run for his money. The two of them are going over variable compensation claims and trying to hash out the contract right at the table.

Usually I'm fascinated by this minutiae, but right now, all I can do is wonder if I'm going to get zapped anytime soon.

Connor looks at me with those soulful eyes and gives me a smirk. I can tell that he's enjoying this immensely.

Just wait until I get him back.

And, don't worry, hun.

There will be turnabout for this. I promise you.

Thankfully, George and Nadia almost seem to pay us no attention at all as they go through the contract and terms of service.

After dinner we walk to the Lincoln Center, which is only a few blocks away and get our seats for Phantom of the Opera.

"Why don't you two kids sit in the first balcony box?" George says to Connor and I. "I'll sit with Nadia on the second one and we can go over services."

The way the opera seats are set up is that Connor and I are sitting in a balcony box overlooking the stage. We're not sharing it with anyone else and unless the audience makes a conscious effort to, they won't see us.

I can tell, it's coming now.

Connor's eyes are twinkling.

I brace myself. I know it's coming...

12

Connor

I grab the remote in my pocket, waiting for the perfect moment.

Of course, if I could take her right here and right now, that’s what I would do. But we’re in a fucking opera house, sitting in a booth close to the one Natalie’s boss and the Royal Secretary have chosen - not exactly the most appropriate place, you know? But there’s something that I can do... We’re going to have some fun, don’t doubt it.

The opera house is completely packed, but thankfully the show is about to start. When the media found out that I was going to attend the opera, there was already a crowd at the door, much to the chagrin of the New Yorkers whose main interest was the opera and not the antics of European royalty.. Women called my name, waving at me and whistling. One woman even lifted her shirt over her head, baring her breasts at me, my name written in red ink all over her tits. It was flattering, but in that moment I couldn’t care less for it, no matter how voluptuous those tits might be.

Thankfully, that circus is over now. We’re sitting in a private booth, the lights have gone out and someone’s pulling the stage drapes to the side.

“It’s going to start,” Natalie whispers, and I smile at her. Oh, yeah, it’s going to start alright.

A lone woman wearing a corset, her face powdered in white, steps into the stage as the spotlight falls on her. She opens her mouth, the first musical notes exploding into the air as the orchestra starts to play... and that’s when I press the button on the remote. Natalie presses her legs together in a rush, her face showing complete surprise. She looks at me with a what the hell are you doing? expression. I shrug, telling her without words that I’m just making you have some fun. Good Lord, are we going to be one of these couples that never speak and only communicate telepathically?

She looks exasperated and so I do the next logical thing: I press the remote once more, making her twitch and widen her eyes at me with a threat implied there. I simply grin and squeeze her hand in mine. “This place is crowded. Act naturally,” I whisper, making her bite her lower lip in that endearing expression of hers.