Nikki Darling (18+)

Royal Encounters

"Take me baby, kiss me all over, play with my love."
Do Me, Baby by Prince

Prince's Point Of View

"Hey, Nikki," Timothy speaks into his phone. His expression contorts into a sly one while his hand runs down his slicked hair. "Oh, yes, I'd love to." He looks around at us all. "Uh, when's this shift over?" He questions the three of us, sprawled across the lounge.

"10 pm" I respond as I stand up from my seat. I extend my hand towards his phone. His face searches mine for reasoning. With a roll of my eyes and a come hither motion of my fingers, he gets the message.

"Prince" he pleads in a whisper, with his right hand covering the speaker.

"Now" I reiterate loud enough for the caller to hear.

In a tantrum, he turns away from me and continues on with his conversation, unbothered by my request. "Oh, really?" His voice pitch goes notes higher, signifying that he is intrigued by Nikki's words.

He places his hand on his neck as he continues listening to Nikki speak, I come as close as possible to him, in hopes of hearing her myself, but to no avail. I glare at his back, my expression only softens when his hand is no longer wrapped around the back of his neck.

With a jump, I slap the back of his neck with vengeance. As a reflex, he turns to me with an ached expression and a hand atop of the slapped skin.

His grip around the cellphone loosens by the shock, and I can finally hear Nikki's voice. "Would you like that?" Her voice oozes seduction. My eyes widen and I swiftly grab onto the phone. I run as far as possible, until the cord stretches completely. Timothy is flush against my back as I raise the phone to my ear.

"Yes, I would love that," I try hard to contain my laughter as Timothy desperately reaches for the phone in my grasp. I continue to elbow him, while I await for the silence on the other line to cease.

"Who is this?" Her tone is stern, and I can hear vulnerability in her voice, which I make a mental note of questioning later.

"Your every fantasy." Timothy's eyes widen and he begins to slap my back. I hunch over in laughter as the large man struggles to get the phone out of my grasp.

"Prince! Give me the damn phone back, I swear to god!" I dodge his every attempt to grab the phone from my hands.

"Prince?" She reiterates.

"That's my name," I kick backwards and I finally hit the jackpot. Timothy groans in discomfort and backs away from me, soon finding comfort on the carpeted flooring. "So, what are you doing calling my security, hm?" I smirk as I stare at Timothy withering on the ground, with his hands gripping onto his junk, to aid the throbbing.

"I-I.." She stutters. "Timothy works for you?"

"Mhm, answer my question darling." She doesn't speak, and the silence begins to irritate me. "Don't be shy, you were going to fuck him, right?" She gasps quietly at my bold statement.

"How-" her tone is frantic before she exhales through her nose. "That was the plan."

"There's the girl I saw at the Café," I take a seat on the bar stool and watch Timothy struggle to stand. "A little birdy has told me you're pretty freaky. How true is that statement?"