Page 5 of The Prince and His Bodyguards
“Here you go, ladies,” he says in a drawl while pushing the glasses over at us. “Two virgin aperol spritzes.”
“Thank you,” I say in what I hope is a dignified manner. “I’m Ali, by the way, and this is my friend Mira. I mean, Amanda. Mira is short for Amanda,” I stammer, my cheeks flushing.
Mira takes control then, leaning over the bar to offer her hand to the bartender.
“Nice to meet you,” she says with a dazzling smile. “We’re new here. This is our first time at Club Z.”
The bartender nods while shaking her hand, obviously barely holding back laughter. He’s quite handsome, now that I think of it, although definitely older with craggy features and rounding shoulders.
“I couldn’t tell,” he says in a deadpan voice. “I’m Mike.”
I shoot him a look.
“Just Mike? Not something like Cranston, Tolliver or Jay Gatsby?”
The man smirks.
“I’m afraid you’ve been reading too many books. It’s just Mike,” he says with a wink before turning away. “Now if you’ll excuse me ladies, I need to see to my other guests.”
Then, Mira and I are left alone.
“Oh my god, we totally gave ourselves away, didn’t we?” my friend moans, looking Heaven-wards. “Everyone can tell we’re nineteen.”
“Stop that,” I say while shooting her an exasperated look. “We don’t lookthatyoung. Now come on. We still have our dark prince to find.”
With that, I take my friend’s hand and begin leading her around the big room. It’s quite an interesting sight, actually. People haven’t started fornicating yet, so it’s still pretty tame, but I can see women casting suggestive glances while tall, handsome men openly nod hello. We pass one particularly voluptuous redhead who at that very moment, decides to unzip her red gown, and it falls with a smooth slither to her feet as if she were in a movie.
“Wow, how does she do that?” Mira whispers, her blue eyes wide. “I swear, whenever I get in and out of my clothes I have to practically do jumping jacks to get stuff over my hips. It’s never like that.”
I giggle while pulling her along. The redhead’s been approached by a blonde man who resembles a Viking, and she shoots him a dazzling smile while doing the subtlest of hip-wiggles.
“I know, right?” I whisper back. “But it’s because we’re curvy girls, Mir. I swear, these women are all size twos whereas I’m a twelve.”
“Twelve!” Mira exclaims in a hushed voice. “Girl, I’m a sixteen these days. I was a twelve back when I was in high school. My sophomore year, not my senior.”
We laugh together then because we’re curvy girls who are proud of our voluptuous figures. Most young women are indoctrinated by the media to aim for a skinny frame. It’s the heroin-chic look, worshipping Kate Moss with her sunken eyes and protruding clavicles. But Mira and I never fell into that trap. Instead, the women we want to emulate are Marilyn Monroe, Ashley Graham, and the newest plus-size model, Chriselle Lace. She’s gorgeous, and has gotten brand-sponsorships from the pickiest of designers despite being a size twenty.
But that’s not what we’re here for. Tonight, we’re going to locate this enigmatic European prince, and we’re going to figure out what his thing is. After all, I’ve always loved a good mystery, even if it’s gotten me into hot water before. Let’s just say Ali Collins is a gumshoe at heart, and it’s only going to be a matter of time before my royal princeling is exposed.
However, he doesn’t turn up right away. We circle the big room several times, watching as the party becomes more and more heated. Couples are disrobing now, and when we pass by a veiled platform, we glimpse an orgy. A literal orgy. There’s a woman riding a man’s face while cupping her breasts, and then another man comes over and gently taps her cheek with his member. Of course, the woman immediately parts her lips, and he slips his cock in as she gyrates with ecstasy on her lover’s mouth. But that’s not it. There’s another man behind the second man, and he kneels on the floor before parting his partner’s buttocks and rimming the muscular Adonis.
“Oh my god, do you see that?” Mira squeals, her eyes wide. “There’s guy on guy action here!”
I shrug.
“Well, that’s how they did it in the Roman days, right? Or was it Ancient Greece? There were definitely homosexual relationships back then, even if most movies gloss over it now.”
Mira nods.
“I’ve heard, but it’s different to see it in real life.”
I pause to look at the developing orgy. Another woman has joined the foursome now, and she giggles before straddling the first man, sighing with pleasure as she slowly lowers herself onto his shaft.
I choke a bit as my eyes go wide because if I’m not mistaken, she’s just taken him in her butt. Sure enough, she moves up, showing off her wet pussy hole and the huge hammer stuck in her back end, before descending once more while pulling at her nipples.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur. “That was unexpected.”
“It was,” Mira agrees in a soft voice. “Goodness, did she even use any lube? Because there definitely wasn’t any foreplay. She took him in her bottom just like that!”