In New York City Prince is on the set of the big Nikon photo shoot with me. He is looking over the rack of clothes "No, no, no...oh hell no! These won't work!" He exclaims. 

"Hopefully, they'll look better on." I calmly reply. I'm embarrassed. This is a very important moment professionally and Prince is being critical in front of the stylist! 

 "They could hardly look worse" 

 "Most things look better on" the stylist says. 

 Clothes are pulled for me and I'm sent to hair and makeup . Prince follows. The hairdresser does my hair and leaves. "I think we can fix this" Prince says, grabbing a comb. Sometimes with hair one must quit while they are ahead.My hair falls out of place as soon as he touches it. Vidal Sassoon he is not. 

 "Please go get the stylist. You don't have to tell her you messed it up." I request. 

 "Fine." 

 He leaves and the makeup artist comes in. She does my face and finishes as Prince comes in "Penelope never wears lipstick that bright. She should look like she does normally. " he insists 

 Truth be told I'm not fully on board with the lipstick. I'm more comfortable with my neutral shades. But I was too chicken to say anything. 

 "Do you like it?" the makeup artist asks me. 

 "Maybe something more subtle would be better." I say, trying to be diplomatic. 

 Finally, I go out onto the set. My hair now looks great (no thanks to Prince), the makeup is nice and my outfit is going to photograph well. This shirt needs one thing:I unfasten the cuffs and roll the sleeves up to my elbows. My forearms are really nice, if I do say so myself. I might as well show them off. Joe, the photographer smiles at me and tells me how to pose with the camera.

"Let's have the lighting darker and moodier!" Insists Prince.

 Joe laughs," This is a product shoot. The camera needs to be clearly visible in the ad" 

As Joe snaps away Prince make comments about how I should pose. Not wanting to ruffle any feathers, I just smile and shake my head. The whole shoot goes this way-Prince sharing too many opinions and me politely shrugging it off with a smile. 

 This feels like I'm living the life I watched Sabrina live. Hair, makeup, professional photo shoots. In her teens and her college years she did beauty pageants and won many of them. Of course her life made me feel ugly and jealous. I never told Prince because I feared he'd think I was petty. What a change though, I'm the one living a jet set life! Who'd have thought? It feels like a dream I'm about to wake up from.

 Prince Narrates:

 After the shoot, I take Penelope to Brentwood Galleries, the gallery owned by Margaret's finance, Oscar Brentwood. I haven't met the guy yet, but he makes Margaret happy. Admittedly if I wasn't with someone I love so much, I'd be jealous of the relationship . Most relationships still had me dreaming Margaret and I would somehow get back together-not this one. Oscar and Margaret greet us. Oscar looks like one of those heartthrobs in a Spanish soap opera.

 "If it isn't the future Mrs. Brentwood!"I exclaim when I see Margaret. 

 "Ha! I've been Margaret Charles for over twenty years and am not going to stop now!" she replies with a laugh, "How are you?"

"We just got back from Penelope's Nikon photo shoot. She's their new spokeswoman." I say. I love bragging about her. 

 "He had so many opinions he didn't know what to do with himself." Penelope laughs. 

 "Prince! Were you running your mouth and being an ass?", asks Margaret. 

 I just ignore this. Penelope needs to be able to handle my input whether or not she wants it if we're going last as a couple. I think she did well today. The longer we're together, the greater the chance we might work on a project. Maybe some of my promo photos someday. 

"I want to show you two the beautiful portrait an artist friend of mine painted-it's in my office until I take it home," Oscar comments. Margaret sighs and rolls her eyes. Guess she's not into it. 

We go into the office the painting is of Margaret during her Playboy Bunny days.
"That's a nice painting, were you actually a Bunny?" Penelope asks. I'm sure she's going to be insecure with herself and annoyed at me for simply saying Margaret was a waitress. 

 "Normally, I don't talk about it. There's an incorrect stereotype about them being dumb. As a writer you don't want people thinking that." Margaret answers. 

"I understand. But I don't think they're dumb at all. If I'd had the looks and opportunity, maybe I'd have tried it." Penelope says softly before turning to look at some art. 

 Great. Now I'm imagining Penelope in the costume. It certainly would show off the sexy outer thigh muscles she's developed. I'm glad I'm wearing a long jacket today. 

"Prince, I know you're imagining her as your Bunny." Margaret giggles,"You're still a naughty adolescent" 

 While Margaret teases me, Oscar is telling Penelope all about the paintings he hasn't displayed yet before we leave the office and get the grand tour. Penelope seems to enjoy everything.

That night I lay on the hotel bed, in my pajama pants while Penelope showers. What would be the perfect Birthday gift for her? What do you get the woman who has everything and a Warhol of herself? Jewelry? No. All men do that. A book? That's predictable, but Penelope loves them. Clothes? No, she basically has a "uniform" she lives in for work and wears that. It looks good though. I need to come up with something... 

Because I'm on my back staring up at the ceiling, I don't know what is delicately touching my stomach. Looking down, I see Penelope leaning over and kissing it. Fully nude, smelling of floral soap and ever so slightly damp she looks up at me and smiles. I stroke her soft dark hair and smile back at her. 

"Why you got your pants on?"Penelope complains with a laugh. "I can't please you like that," she insists as she stands up and places her hands on her hips, making no effort to hide that appendectomy scar. 

"If you can't get me hot and bothered without my pants off then you're an ametuer."I tease. She ought to know by now you don't just go for the dick first thing. Really though I like that she's had to learn from me. "Did you bring your vibrator?" I ask. Penelope was very apprehensive when I bought it for her,t we only have used it as a body massager and she loves that. Grace bought her a dildo once, she told me and she was so afraid of it that it never got used. I've showed her toys can be fun. 

 Penelope excitedly hands me her vibrator. "Not just yet,"I smirk as I set it aside.  Penelope takes her time crawling towards me on the bed. Her eyes never leave mine.  "Mmmm...come to Daddy."I say forgetting that Penelope doesn't like that. 

She stops crawling, crosses her arms and says,"You're not my dad." 

 "Aww...come on you know I was just playing." 

 "Why would I have sex with someone who forgets what I like?" Penelope smirks . She gets off the bed and walks over to the closet. Her back is facing me. Damn, her body is something else! Muscle and curves in all the right places. 

"Sweetie, I'm sorry. Don't get dressed. Please." I get out of bed and drop down to the floor. Softly I kiss her leg, starting at her ankle, up the calf and the outer thigh, finishing at her hipbone. 

 She takes my face in her hands nibbles my ear. I groan. My groaning gets louder as she massages my nipples varying the pressure by her whim. Her hands go down the side of my torso and along my Adonis belt. Penelope drags her fingernails ever so gently back up to my chest and up my throat and traces her fingers along my jawline. My face is pulled closer towards hers. "I want to fuck you." she whispers. Penelope kisses the side of my face letting the tip of her tongue touch my mole.Kisses are placed the length of my face and then she starts deeply kissing my mouth giving my tongue lots of action. 

 "Show me what you've got" Penelope giggles as she gets on the bed with a pillow under ass.

 Taking her literally, I remove my pajama pants. Penelope whistles loudly because I'm not wearing anything under them. I grab the virbartor and turn it on. Slowly, I start below her ass. Ladylike little moans come out of her mouth. The medium speed is used halfway down her thighs and to her knees. Now for something she really likes-I take the vibrator down her neck and along her cleavage, making her slippery wet.

 That's my cue. While I kiss her, I insert myself carefully-inch by inch and proceed to show her a wonderful night.  

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