Mom and I are talking on the phone. "You know that automobile show and auction you're photographing at soon?" She says

Mom is talking about this fancy, big deal auction and car show. It's about three hours away from home. "What about about it?" I ask.

"I think you should bring Prince and your Dad."

"Are you kidding? They'd be alone while I was working! You know when Prince and I come over and I help you in the kitchen, they don't know what to say to each other! The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop! Last time Dad tried to start a conversation with Prince he started by asking how 'the cat' is."

"I know that, Dear. But your Dad likes cars, Prince likes cars. They would probably both enjoy it."

"But three hours each way with those two?"

"It'll be fine. See if Prince will go and I'll see if your Dad will go."

You could've knocked me over with a feather when Prince said he'd go without thinking about it much. Later I find out Mom convinced Dad to go. Not looking forward to this.

On the day of our departure, I'm going over my lists for the trip: list of camera stuff, general packing list, list of things that need doing. "Prince, we've got to stop at Jasper's first, I forgot some camera equipment there."

Prince, myself and the bodyguards climb into my rental van and stop at Jasper's. He comes out of his swimming pool in a very small bathing suit, showing off his perfect body. I think Prince covered more of his lower body on the Dirty Mind cover.

"Jasper, please put a towel on." I say.

"Why? I'm practically a nudist anyway. My body doesn't embarrass me. Afterall, I used to be a stripper." Jasper laughs.

Prince's eyes grow big. That's information he didn't need to hear.

Jasper and I gather my equipment and he helps me load it.

"Penelope Claire Smith, did I really used to have a male stripper as a personal trainer?" Prince sighs with exasperation.

"Yeah. But it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Hey, he knows what it takes to make a body look good on stage." I laugh.

Prince is quiet all the way to my parents' house. We go in and chat a bit. Mom hands Prince a container and says,"I baked those cookies you like."

"Thank you Mrs. Smith. Why don't you come with us?" suggests Prince

"Oh, no. I'm not interested in car shows." She says.She hugs Prince, Dad and me goodbye. 

The three of us hit the road. I start driving. Prince is sitting in the passenger's seat and Dad is in the back. Neither of them says much to the other.

"Dad, what have you been up to lately?" I ask.

Ever the outdoorsman, Dad answers"Got my rifle fixed a couple days ago"

"I got Grace modeling job at the car show. She went by herself because she wants to visit some people she knows on the way back."

"She's such a good girl." Dad smiles

Good girl? Grace is a wonderful friend and a nice person but she's the reason I know too much about BDSM. My parents have no clue what Grace does behind closed doors.

Prince looks a little confused. He knows Grace is no angel.

"If it wasn't for Grace, Penny would still be living my wife and me." Dad says to him. This could go off the rails real quick.

Dad continues,"When Penny was 19. Grace suggested to us that the two of them become roommates. My wife and I love Grace as though she was our daughter so we said yes. She has been ideal for Penny. Took great care of her."

Is he implying Prince doesn't take care of me? And why the fuck do I need to be taken care of? I'm an adult!

"She is a good friend" Prince comments. That's the right thing to say, as far as I'm concerned.

Prince and I sit in the back together when Dad decides to drive. Prince puts his hand on my thigh. Dad notices this in the rearview mirror and clears his throat-loudly. I'm wearing pants so it's not like Prince is really trying anything. Now I feel like a schoolgirl with a strict father. Naptime for me now. I fall asleep on Prince's shoulder.

The van stops at a gas station. "Anyone else have to go?" Dad asks.

I get out "Dad, what did you two talk about while I was asleep?" I inquire

"Not much. Shortly after you nodded off Prince put on his headphones. But that bodyguard of yours is a hoot. Fun guy."

"Hector's personality was the part of the reason Prince hired him for me. " I told my folks Hector was to ease Prince's mind when I travel for work. This is a half truth but I can't tell my folks about Gloria.

Back at the van, Prince decides he's going to drive the last part of the trip. He turns the radio on.

Finally after we stop for dinner, he pulls up to the hotel we're spending a couple nights in. It's not as glamorous as the ones he takes me to. We are given our room assignments: The bodyguards and Dad have their own rooms and of course Prince and I are sharing one. Dad's room is next door to ours. Wonder how thick the walls are? We walk into our room. It's ordinary, not a suite. Once you open the door, you see everything-including the bed. I apologize for the room. Prince assures me he's been in worse.

Since it's evening, we should settle down. Prince gets ready for bed-he'll probably stay up awhile though. Hope he doesn't keep me awake. There's cars that need to be photographed tomorrow. While I'm in the bathroom, I hear someone knocking on our room door. I'm putting on a red satin slip that stops mid thigh and a matching robe. Prince looks through the peephole and says,"It's your Dad." Before opening the door, Prince fixes my robe so it covers a bit more of my decolletage. This is "modest" lingerie to me so I hadn't even thought to cover myself.

Dad is let in and he looks a little confused when he sees Prince is wearing a headscarf. "I stopped by to say 'Goodnight'. Dad says. His expression turns solemn when he notices my nightwear. Naturally, he's never seen me in anything like this. That and Prince walking around shirtless probably makes Dad think he's interrupting something. I give Dad a big hug,"Goodnight Dad. I love you." I tell him.

"Goodnight Mr. Smith." Says Prince. "We'll have fun tomorrow while Penelope is working"

"Yeah, sure. Goodnight Prince." Dad replies then leaves. That was a very insincere goodnight.

"He didn't seem happy. Did you see how he looked at me?" I ask

"You're his little girl showing off her sexy toned legs in a hotel room with some man. How do you think he's going to look at you?" Prince responds.

"Well, what does he think we do in our bedroom at home? Play checkers?"

We laugh, get into bed and turn out the lights. "How long have your parents been married?" Prince asks.

"Thirty three years."I tell him

"Whoa. Can you imagine being with the same person that long?"

"You'd know them really well. Mom knows everything Dad's going to do before he does it." I giggle,"Sugar, I want you to remember that Dad doesn't hate you, he just thinks you're eccentric."

"He likes me better than Gloria's Daddy did."

There's a hand under my slip "Prince we're not doing it with my Dad on the other side of that wall!"

Prince get out of bed and puts his ear to the wall "I can't hear anything"

"Sugar, I know you always want to fuck me, but I have to start work in the morning."

Prince sighs in defeat. "Can I at least tell you a fantasy I used to have?"

"You can always share your fantasies with me."

"While you were a janitor, I used imagine sitting in an office when your fine self came in to vacuum. You'd smile at me and apologize for barging in. I try not be obvious as my eyes follow you around the room. When you bend down to unplug the vacuum, I lean over you, preventing you from getting up..."

"Are you telling me a nasty bedtime story?" I ask as I look at him over my shoulder.

"Yes" he whispers He continues"You look up at me and tell me if you don't clean the other offices, your boss will fire you. 'No, he won't. I'm his boss.' I say. I put my arms around you and whisper 'Not every day do I have a beautiful woman cleaning my office.' Doubt fills your eyes as you insist on getting back to work. 'I wish you'd stay.' I say before kissing you. You look startled-but you like it and put your hands on my shoulders and kiss my lips. 'Would you like to get to know me better?" I ask. You smirk and undo my necktie with your teeth and spit it onto the floor. 'Does that answer your question? ' you ask. I lock the door and throw my jacket into a chair. We strip down to nothing. You remove your hair tie. I lift you onto the desk, my every intention to have you so wet before I enter. You spread your legs open, so anxious for my love. I take my hands from your knees up your inner thighs."

Prince does just that with his hand as he speaks even though I'm still wearing my slip. This gets a groan out of me. "Sugar are you going to act this story out?" I ask.

"Of course I am." He lowers my strap, exposing the top of my breast. Then he straddles me. Naked.

"What the...?"

"I'm helping you visualize the story." He lowers my other strap. "... Delicately I nibble your neck." Naturally after saying this he does it. Oohh, Prince's probably going to get some from me. My breasts are fully exposed when he pulls my slip around my waist. The story he was telling ends abruptly as he attention is focused on my breasts. Prince's hands stroke me into submission. He flicks his tongue against my nipples.

I'm so horny and wet. "There's a river inside me, Sugar!" I exclaim as I finish getting out of my slip.

"Why are you telling me that?" he smirks

"BECAUSE I DESIRE YOU!"

"But your father is on the other side of that wall." he teases.

"I... don't...care." I moan.

Prince begins to have his way with me. His cock slaps my walls, strikes my g-spot and makes me satisfied. We fall asleep a content couple.

The next morning we dress and meet up with Dad in the hallway.  Dad is wearing khakis and a polo shirt. He looks Prince up and down. Probably doesn't know what to make of his outfit.

I pray today will not be a total disaster. At least I'll get to see Grace. "Let's get going!" I say joyfully.

What did you think of Prince and Mr. Smith's interaction?   Did you like how Prince talked Penelope into sleeping with him?