Penelope Narrates:

I waltz right up to Prince, "Sugar, I'm headed to the studio so I can clean it" I say, "Can you do a private little strip show tonight so I have something to look forward to?"

He laughs and smiles, "Happy wife, happy life." We hug and kiss.

My prop storage has gotten out of hand. It's depressing to look at. Prince told me to rent a storage unit , but I'm not ready to do that. All this stuff that was used for photos-or was supposed to be. Partially burned candles that were lit for photos, plates that have been in all the food photos I took for Jasper's cookbooks, a lot of plaid fabric that was intended as a tablecloth for a food photoshoot but was rejected for something different. That's just the start.

Roll up my sleeves and get in there. I box up the half-burned candles to burn at home. The fabric will go to wardrobe. Maybe it can be used for something. A cousin of mine is moving into his first apartment so he's getting the plates and some other things. Hand me downs are common in the Smith family. Sabrina keeps teasing me about saving her old maternity clothes for me. Sammy is going to be her only child, she's decided.
The whole morning is spent cleaning. Funny thing is it didn't take quite as long to get this stuff sorted out as I thought. My van gets loaded up with boxes to be taken to be donated, taken to my cousin and to Paisley Park with me . "Honey! I'm home for lunch!" I announce, as I walk into the studio.

"Came back to take a break?" Prince asks.

"Surprisingly it's done. Thought about your striptease tonight?" Prince winks at me.

"Can we do it in a guest room? " I ask

"Why not? Change of scenery"

I drop off the fabric in wardrobe and park the box in a hall closet. Damn, I accidently brought home a party light that was supposed to stay at work! It's something I've used in shots.

Well...I'm having a strip show, I'm going to use it! The light gets plugged in Prince doesn't know that I stopped by the bank on my way home and got a couple stacks of one dollar bills that I hide in the night stand. 

I am always wondering if I'm "exciting" enough in the bedroom for Prince. Heaven knows I try. What is it like for a man to sleep with the type of women Prince has been with? Most likely an adventure! They were all probably really imaginative. Prince must wish I was that wild. And they are all so gorgeous! Why the Hell is he marrying ME?

 Okay, deep breath...Prince is getting older. When he was younger he was most likely about a good time with the sexiest women rather than settling down. He's ready to marry now and start a family and I'm the one he's in love with. Also I'm not chasing stardom and going on tours of my own, which would make having a family harder. I'm the type Prince needs now and forever. And no one, not even Prince was born a great lover.

"Penny! Come here I'm going to fix lunch!" Prince calls out. He begins to make one of my favorite healthy lunches. "Glad you weren't spending all day cleaning. I'd miss you. What do you think about the French Riviera for our honeymoon?"

"Extravagant, isn't it?" I ponder

"Look at it this way: we aren't going crazy on the wedding or reception and we have frequent flyer miles to use"

"But it's not normal to go there for a honeymoon. My folks went to Niagara Falls!"

"Are saying that's where you want to go?"

"Not sure. Did you have your heart set on the French Riviera?"

"I think we'd really enjoy it."

"French Riviera it is" I kiss Prince.

Prince heads to wardrobe for a fitting. He gets all caught up in recording and skips dinner. It happens.

For tonight I choose a leopard dress which Prince bought me and makes me feel like I'm trying too hard. My six inch heels complete the look, as I'm not walking anywhere. Just sitting on the bed watching. 

 Prince struts into the room like the stud he is as the party light spins. And he's wearing...a suit made out of the discarded plaid fabric! He poses to let me take in the entire look. And to think it was going to be a tablecloth!

"Told ya that dress was perfect" he smirks at me. Prince turns on the tape deck to some unreleased music from his vault. Any woman knows Prince has basically stripped on stage, so I can't wait for my private show!

 Believe it or not, I never had the nerve to ask him to dance for me before. He puts his hand under my chin and stares into my eyes. Yet to remove a stitch, but he's made me melt. The jacket comes off, is skillfully twirled above his head then rejected with a drop.

 Prince sensually touches his chest, raking through the chest hair. He untucks his shirt without breaking intense eye contact with me. Once his slacks hit the floor and Prince is before me in sexy underwear and his fully unbuttoned shirt, I'm really, really enjoying myself. I grab a stack of the one dollar bills and fan myself with it. Prince looks kind of surprised and chuckles a little.

Slightly concerned about insulting Prince, I wave the money and say, "Work for it." Did I just say that to the hardest working man in the world? Oh dear.

Playfully, he smiles at me and laughs, "I'll earn every penny." With that, he pulls his shirt down over his shoulder. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" He dances around, puts a foot on the bed and thrusts his pelvis at me while I start throwing cash at him.

"SUGAR!" I scream

Prince shakes his ass at me. The facial expressions Prince is giving me show me he's really enjoying himself. His underwear is the last thing to be removed. I throw the last of my money at him.

He crawls on the bed we start kissing hard. "Let me get back here" Prince murmurs as he gets behind me. Starting at my cheek, he sends kisses down to my shoulder blades. "Gotta have you out of this" Prince unzips my dress with his teeth!

Prince narrates:

Waking up later, I look around the room. The party light is still going, clothes and hundreds of one dollar bills are scattered about.

 All I can do is smile: this was Penelope's idea. She's come so far sexually, financially, just everything. The best part is she's mine! Last night was awesome! 

We don't really have to get up and do things until later, so we can wait to get out of bed. I laugh at Penelope's Cheshire cat grin, turn off the light and snuggle up to her.