Page 6 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince

But I know that my family’s teetering in a precarious economic situation. I know that my parents have been struggling to keep up with the Joneses (literally). I know that my mom still frequents the country club to keep up appearances, but recently let go of our cleaning lady in order to economize. I know my dad comes out of his home office with an ashen look on his face, his knuckles white, after reviewing our bills. I also know that we got rid of our Mercedes because “walking does a body good,” but in fact, we couldn’t keep up with the car payment.

Of course, five thousand dollars will hardly change my family’s circumstances. But at the same time, it could help get us through the next couple months, and give my parents a bit of breathing room.

“I’ll do it,” I say suddenly, my mind made up. “And yes, I’m a virgin.”

“Front and back?” Nerilda asks immediately. I squint at her. “Trust me, Haakon always knows,” she adds in a sibilant voice.

“Yes,” I answer in a stiff tone. “Front and back.”

“Good, good,” the madame coos. “Then it’s perfect. Haakon wants another woman delivered to him this evening, which gives us a little time.” The red-haired woman glances at the clock on the wall. “You did say that you’ve never met the Crown Prince, right?”

I grimace a little.

“He doesn’t know who I am,” I reply in a wry tone. “Don’t worry. I’m just another of the serving wenches to him.”

“Good!” Nerilda says brightly, already looking rejuvenated. “It’s perfect then. We’ll get you all cleaned and prettified for your meeting with Haakon tonight, and then tomorrow, you’ll get your payment. A hundred gold coins. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

I manage to shoot her a wan smile because in fact, it feels dirty to be trading my body for money like this. Yet, I have to acknowledge that there’s a thrill of anticipation running down my spine, even as my thighs clench together with moisture. After all, I began this adventure curious about the double-pronged tool between Haakon’s legs, and now, I’m getting an opportunity to investigate up close and personal. I never anticipated it happening like this, but then again, life hardly ever turns out the way you think, right? Biting my lip, I nod and follow Nerilda up the stairs to prepare for my rendezvous with the prince.

4

Haakon

This morning was a total shitshow. I have no idea what Nerilda was thinking, but the madame completely fucked up and she better make it up to me. After all, I’m probably one of her major patrons. Hell, I’m probably thebestpatron she’ll ever have, seeing that I’m always generous with payment and return the girls in good shape, more or less.

After all, I’m a fucking beast. I’ll be the first to admit it, and to be honest, the reputation doesn’t bother me. So what if I’m a total asshole who enjoys whores? I like my women slutty and wet, and I find that professionals fit the bill.

Sure, there are some noblewomen who’ve tried to fulfill my needs, but they always get scared at the last minute. I don’t know if it’s the forked tongue or the double-headed dick that does it, but more than one “fine lady” has left my bedroom in tears, with her dress torn while bleeding between the legs.

That’s why I’m so angry about the clusterfuck that happened this morning. Nerilda knows I only pay for virgins. It’s just my thing. I like my women real young, and these days, girls lose their bloom so fast it’s incredible. Have I dabbled on the wrong side of the law, sparring with jailbait? Yeah, probably. Have I taken a woman without checking her ID before ripping her dress off? Yeah, so sue me. Or de-throne me. Whatever it is, it’s not going to change my ways.

But the woman this morning was a far cry from being a virgin. I knew as soon as I tasted her with my forked tongue. I slid my tongue up her asshole, and sure enough, there was the tang of another man’s sperm. Then, when I fingered her pussy, her hymen was missing.

“What the fuck?” I growled. “What is this?”

The blonde girl looked at me with innocent blue eyes.

“Yes, my prince?” she breathed, cupping her big breasts in offering to me. “What’s wrong?”

I pushed her off the couch immediately, my face dark with anger. She landed with a loud thump, and a startled, “Oof!” But before she could open her mouth, I was already raging.

“What the fuck? I only fuck virgins. Your boss knows that.”

“But Iama virgin!” the blonde girl exclaimed. “The lack of a hymen doesn’t mean anything! I probably lost it when I was horseback-riding.”

I rolled my eyes. For some reason, whores always think that high-born ladies are on horses 24/7. They think that being an equestrienne is the mark of a noblewoman, and that wearing jodhpurs and a black domed helmet is the epitome of taste. Of course, having grown up around horses, I know that the animals are huge, smelly, and that it’s a surefire way to develop bowed legs. It’s bad for your posture, and costs a fortune too.

But the whores don’t know that, and so it wasn’t my first time hearing the “riding took my hymen” excuse. Unreal, right? But there you have it. With a disgusted shake of my head, I kicked the blonde out of my private quarters immediately, throwing her shit out after her. Then I made a call to Nerilda to complain, demanding another “virgin sacrifice” to replace this morning’s defective offering. What the fuck was wrong with this woman? I swear, some madames don’t know their own product.

Nerilda couldn’t apologize fast enough, saying that she’d have another girl here tonight. As a result, I wait, lounging around on my couch. Fuck. It’s been such a long day and I could definitely use an orgasm or two to relieve the stress. If Nerilda fucks this one up as well, I’ll set fire to the woman, and then to her whorehouse as well. What was it called again? Ah yes, the House of Silk.

At that moment, a discreet knock sounds on the door.

“Come,” I bark. There’s no reason to be a gentleman. These are working girls, after all, and they don’t expect much in the way of manners. The door creeps open, and before me stands a gorgeous girl whose beauty is breathtaking. She’s got long brown hair with the curls draped attractively over one shoulder, as well as big brown eyes and a delicate, tip-tilted nose. Her mouth is bee-stung and a fetching petal-pink, while her body makes my mouth go dry.

After all, I like my women voluptuous, and the new girl certainly fits the bill. Huge breasts are encased in a tight lace top, and she’s got a narrow waist that flares out into wide hips. Beneath a swishy mini-skirt, I glimpse thick thighs, and I swallow hard. I’ve always loved a woman with thick thighs, and the thought of having her on her back with those creamy pins clenched around my neck makes my anatomy harden immediately.

“Prince Haakon?” she asks in a dulcet voice once the door shuts. “Hi, I’m Martha. Nerilda sent me over.”

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