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The Princess and the Peasant
(Author Unknown)

Chapter One

     

     Everyone told me not to date law students or medical students. They're completely unsuitable as boyfriends. And they'd been completely wrong with Jordan. At least, while he was at law school. He'd found time for me, somehow. And we'd melded so well together that in his final year he'd rented a nice little two-bedroom apartment just off campus, with me sharing the rent, and I'd moved in.

     I had not, of course, told my parents! I said I'd moved in with someone from class, whose name was, uhm, Jordan. Yes, I know that's dishonest. But I hadn't exactly lied! Not exactly. Maybe I'd done my best to hint, or suggest, or even lead them to the idea that Jordan was a girl, but I hadn't outright said it!

     And it was good to be out of the dorm! The apartment he'd found was old, but large, with a huge master bedroom a second one we turned into an exercise room, then a smaller room that he decided should be a study for us both. Although that had morphed into a den for him. And he'd gotten more possessive of it since graduating. Like he didn't even want me in it.

     Jordan was a handsome man with short blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes. He was cultured, sophisticated, and sensitive, and he treated me like a lady! He didn't even get handsy at first! He waited for me to signal I wanted to have him touch me! What a gentleman!

     The first time we made love he stopped frequently to ask me if I liked what he was doing. He said every girl was different and (not that he'd been with a ton of girls!) it was best to let them tell you right at the start what they did and didn't like. He was so intelligent and caring!

     He was also a very thoughtful man. He brought me flowers just for no reason! And he was always telling me how beautiful I was, which, let's face it, I know, but I like to hear anyway.

     Before he graduated, we'd gone shopping together, looking for suits, shirts, and other clothes for him, and dresses, skirts, and tops for me. We'd pose for each other and decide what we liked together.

     But he'd graduated in the spring and was a junior lawyer in a big, important law firm, and they worked him like a dog! He hardly had time to come home and sleep, shower, grab a bite to eat, and then take off again! I felt a little like those men at racetracks who rushed to refuel cars and in seconds they were screeching out onto the track again.

     I was, to be honest, feeling neglected. I understood why he was working so hard to make a good impression on his bosses and didn't blame him one bit. And he'd explained that this would happen before I'd even moved in with him. But emotionally, I was feeling resentful and wondering what I had a boyfriend for since we couldn't go out anywhere anymore and he wasn't even interested in sex!

     Not that I was a sex maniac or anything. I mean, it was okay and all. I really liked the feel of his naked body against mine, his skin pressed against mine, and I loved how excited he got just by seeing me naked and touching me! Not to mention all the kisses and caresses! He loved to touch my skin! He said it was so soft and warm that it was actually an erotic experience!

     Is that flattering or what!?

     I'm used to being flattered, to be absolutely honest. I was a very cute little girl, a lovely adolescent and now I'm a sexy teenager. Well, for another three months, anyway. And I can certainly see why people flatter me. I think I'm just being realistic in saying I'm beautiful. I've never gone for false modesty, and I have eyes ??" bright, beautiful blue ones according to him ??" and I can see what I look like in a mirror or a selfie.

     I work hard at it, too. I brush my long hair out thoroughly after washing and use only the best shampoo and conditioners. Since I'm a natural blonde I've never needed any of those harsh dyes, and my shampoo and conditioners use all natural ingredients. The result is touching my hair is also, according to Jordan, an erotic experience! Is that a boost to the ego or what!?

     I have an oval face with blue eyes, a narrow nose, and full lips. My parents made sure I went regularly to the dentist for cleanings and checkups, got me braces when I was eleven (gone now!), and made sure I brushed, used mouthwash, and flossed. My teeth are perfect!

     It's so good to be me! I can't imagine what life would be like for poor, fat, ugly girls. 

     I sighed as I looked out the window, trying not to pout. I wandered across the room and into the master bedroom, then over to the mirror over the dresser. My hair was long and parted in the middle of my forehead, but now I gathered it up in two pigtails to assess the results. 

     I made a face and freed my hair, then gathered it all up at the top of my head and wrapped a clip around it to have a thick, bushy tail fall down behind me. Nope. I freed it again, then brushed it out so the part was on the left instead to see how that looked.

     I tried a combination, like, a couple of small, narrow pigtails with the rest cutting across my forehead in front and down behind me in a ponytail. That wasn't bad, but too busy, I thought. I freed it again and yawned, then slid my nightie off. I'd hardly had more than a hug the other night before he fell asleep, and he was gone before I woke up.

     Poo.

     I posed for myself naked, sliding my fingers through my hair and kind of rolling my hips provocatively. I loved how I looked naked. More importantly, I loved how guys loved how I looked naked. That look in their eyes when they finally see me fully naked is always such an ego rush.

     And I work at it! I have a very careful exercise routine to keep my butt taut, my belly super flat, and my breasts high and firm. And that second part is particularly important because my boobs are just a bit too big for my shape to be perfectly symmetrical. It's the one drawback in my body that I am unhappy about.

     I'd prefer smaller ones that are pert, cute, and easy to manage. Guys still love them, and they let you wear almost any kind of clothes off the rack and have them fit perfectly. They also don't attract the wrong kind of attention like bigger boobs do.

     Jordan loves them, of course. Every guy who's ever seen them or has gotten his hands on them loves them. But it makes getting the right sizes for tops and dresses a lot more difficult because my body is quite slender, and I'm not very tall. But I have to get things to accommodate a larger chest than should go with it.

     I do appreciate that I look great naked with them and that I look fantastic in bikinis and lingerie. But how much time do I spend with anyone seeing me naked or in lingerie or bikinis? Not very much. So, I'd just as soon they be a cup or so smaller.

     I turned and wiggled my bottom at the mirror, feeling a sense of approval. It had been what had originally caught Jordan's attention.

     I sighed and put on a thong and then a pair of yoga pants. An athletic bra followed. I didn't need a top to start in on my exercises. I turned on the TV to YouTube and brought up my favorite exercise videos, and then threw the yoga mat down to start.

     If you think this isn't real exercise, you've never tried it. I don't need to lift weights when I do planks and down dogs. Not to mention the Crow pose. If you really put effort into it all, and I do, it's exhausting!

     Afterward, I had a shower, which included washing my hair. I didn't bother to dress afterward. Not right away, anyway. I had to spend time in the bathroom attending to my hair, and of course, various skin creams on my face, then just a little bit of makeup. 

     Being naked excited me a little. It was a constant reminder of how sexy and hot my body was, and that reminded me how much everyone would want me and admire me when they saw me. Not that many did, of course. That was unfortunate, but it wouldn't do to get a reputation.

     When I was finished, I took some pictures of myself in various sexy poses. Then I looked at them to see how sexy I looked and how great my body was. I was easily better than most of those girls everyone looks at on the internet!

     I knew that because guys on the internet told me! There was a web site where mostly guys posted naked pictures they'd found elsewhere or taken themselves. I had recently started posting myself in a variety of poses ??" never with my face showing and always against a blank wall or something. I'd started out being kind of coy, showing my breasts with my hands covering them, or just my butt, but the excited responses had really delighted me.

     Guys voted on pictures like mine, and I always got in the high 8s, and often the 9s! Well, since I started posing more revealing ones. And I guess some had been kind of, well, crude. But hey, no one knew who it was! And I loved the way guys told me what they'd love to do to me! Sure, it was dirty, but it was also just easy fun. And I suppose kind of a cock tease.

     How else am I going to get people telling me how hot my naked body is? It's not like I'm going to flaunt myself naked on campus somewhere or start sleeping around. I have too much pride and dignity for that. Plus, Noah would find out!

     I tried a few other poses, then decided the one the guys would like the most was of me on my knees with my arms on the sofa propping me up. That, of course, left my breasts hanging free, and I knew they liked that kind of thing. Especially breasts like mine which were so nicely shaped.

     Naturally, the picture ended at the shoulders, so no one would know who I was.

     I threw myself on the bed, transferred the image, and posted it, giggling a little as I did.

     And no, Jordan didn't know a thing about it. It was my little secret.

     I checked the time. It was Five. My last class had been over at Noon. I was taking Art History. I was hoping to work in a museum or art gallery one day. It was Friday, and Jordan had said he'd be home almost on time tonight, which these days meant around Six or Seven. Then we were going out, first to dinner then to a movie.

     And afterward, maybe we'd have a little? cuddling!

     I was just deciding what to wear when the phone rang. It was Jordan, and my heart immediately sank. Why was he calling now!? He had no need to call me to say he was on his way or anything. And he certainly wasn't leaving early!

     "Hey, handsome!" I said, trying to be perky.

     "Hi, gorgeous," he replied. "Listen, there's kind of an emergency. Mr. Benning is flying to Los Angeles tonight, and the guy who was supposed to go with him as his kind of assistant got Covid and can't go. So, Mr. Henderson suggested me!"

     I was silent, open-mouthed.

     "I know you're disappointed. I won't be gone more than a few days."

     "Days!?"

     "It's an incredible opportunity to show one of the senior partners how good I am! Don't worry, beautiful, we'll have a ton of fun when I come back Sunday night!"

     "Well? okay," I said slowly. "Congratulations, I guess."

     "Thanks! I'll be home in an hour, but just to grab my suitcase. Could you pack what I need? Don't forget my Michaelson suit! And the mauve and pink shirts. They both go so well with it."

     "Okay, honey," I said.

     "You're a perfect girl! I have to go!"

     He hung up and left me staring out the window.

     Well poo.

     I sighed and went into the closet to get out his suitcase. It was the midsize one. I knew that. I carefully packed his suit and shirts, then a few spares as well as a spare pair of pants, shorts, socks, toiletries, and the sweatpants and T-shirt he usually used when jogging when it was nice out. It should be very nice in LA.

     Unlike here, where it was gray and overcast and chilly. Which kind of resembled my mood.

     With that done I checked the time, then called Haley to complain. I had to bitch and moan at someone and better her than him.

     "Ya?" she asked.

     "Guess who's going to Los Angeles this weekend?" I asked.

     "Not you from your voice."

     "Jordan. A last-minute thing with his boss."

     "I thought you guys were going out tonight."

     "Not anymore."

     "Well, that sucks ass."

     "It majorly sucks! And he'll be gone all weekend!"

     "Oh, well."

     "Oh, well!? I hate being alone!"

     "Poor princess," she teased.

     "I'm not a princess! I wish I was a princess, then I could? order him to stay here."

     "Unless he was a prince."

     He would be a prince, I thought unhappily.

     "Well, you could abuse the peasants while he was away. That would take your mind off him being gone."

     "Why would I enjoy that?"

     "Well, I would. Tell you what, why don't we go dancing tonight? You can cock-tease the guys. You always love it when guys are panting after you."

     "Only if they're the right kind of guys," I said sulkily.

     "So, we'll go to Laverne's. That's got a pretty young and athletic crowd. Their music is fast."

     I made a face. "A lot of? brown people go there."

     "Well, it does do a lot of Latin music."

     "Yeah, but Brown guys are such a nuisance."

     "You love guys panting after you."

     "Yeah, but they tend to get handsy, and they don't take no for an answer very happily."

     "They're just more aggressive, especially with blondes. Black and brown guys have this thing about blondes."

     "Everyone has a thing for blondes," I said with a smirk.

     "Yeah, but you know they do more."

     "I know."

     I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

     "I suppose. It's better than sitting around at home."

     "That's the spirit."

***

     I did not tell Jordan I was going to go out dancing tonight. I was feeling sulky and resentful. I knew he wouldn't like me going out dancing with strange men. Even if I had no intention of doing anything with any of them. He liked guys appreciating how sexy and beautiful I was, but only when I was on his arm.

     I was not used to being alone. I have always had a boyfriend. They're not hard to get when you look like me. What was I supposed to do by myself on the weekend anyway? Go shopping alone? Go to a movie alone? Go out to a caf? or restaurant by myself? Yes, I could go with a girlfriend but it wasn't the same. 

     Oh, go ahead and call me spoiled. I don't care. I am spoiled. My parents fussed over me all my life, and so did everyone who saw me. 

     I liked that attention and approval. And Jordan has been a constant source of it. My girlfriends weren't going to provide it, except now and then in passing. That's why I agreed, when Haley asked me to go dancing with her, even though I know she's kind of a slut and likely to abandon me as soon as she found a hot guy.

     I spent some time trying to decide how to dress. Going clubbing was normally one of the few chances I had to show off my body without looking like I was showing off my body. If you know what I mean. It was gauche to wear tight tops or show cleavage almost anywhere else.

     But I wouldn't have Jordan with me tonight. I didn't want guys going crazy over me. Generally, they restrain themselves from ogling me too openly when he's with me. But tonight there'd be nothing to stop them. And like I told Haley; a lot of brown guys go there. And brown guys make me uncomfortable. They're just too aggressive. 

     I like confidence, sure, but some of them are just so arrogant they can hardly believe it when I turn them down. Especially the Latinos. Or worse, the Arabs. God, the Arabs are the worst! They seem to think every blonde is like a prostitute who doesn't charge, someone with zero standards who'll have sex with any guy they see. So, getting turned down by one outrages them sometimes and they get nasty.

     Fortunately, Laverne's has some good security people. And they circulate. Any guy who gets too aggressive gets bounced out the door. Sometimes literally. Girls don't have to pay to get in, unlike guys and couples. They like having lots of girls there because that brings lots of boys.

     I tried on all my clubbing dresses, then some more modest ones, getting more and more unhappy. Why shouldn't I show off anyway? Security would make sure no one was too out of line. And maybe I wanted to have guys salivating over me tonight!

     The black dress, then.

     It was a thin, shimmery thing, with a thin spaghetti strap holding up the two sides of the front. They were at the level of the top of my breasts, but then the front dropped down in the middle to below my breasts. From straight on it wasn't bad. But from any angle at all you could see my breasts inside the cups. I mean, not fully, but you'd get a nice side view!

     It was backless, and the sides were open so that it showed just a hint of side-boob. It was tight around my waist, then hung loose to my upper thighs with a slit up the right hip that was high enough I had to wear the black thong that had strings that went up very sharply across my abdomen and crossed high across my hips. 

     Oh yeah! I looked very sexy and hot! And I had no doubt the guys would want me!

     "I can't compete with your boobs," Haley said when she saw it.

     "You don't have to!"

     She wore a black dress, as well. It covered her chest fully, right up to the shoulders, but it was tight. The shoulders were bare. It was very short, and there were cutouts right at the top of her hips that curved in several inches on either side before curving back out again lower down.

     She'd done her red hair with heavy bangs that went down so deep they cut across her left eye.

     "Are you gonna be able to see with those bangs?"

     "I see fine."

     "Where'd you get this?"

     "At Tammy Jones."

     "It's weird but the bare hips are unusual enough to catch the eye."

     "And I have nice curves."

     Not as nice as mine, I thought.

     "Yeah. You look hot in that!"

     She did. Haley is a very sexy and beautiful girl. Just not as sexy and beautiful as me. There aren't many girls who are. And to be honest, I wouldn't want to go out dancing or anything with one. I don't like to be second best. 

     We took an Uber to Laverne's. The driver was a brown guy and flirted really obviously. He knew Haley's name because she was the one who called, and tried to tell us how great a dancer he was and that we should come dancing with him the next day. Honestly, the guy was over thirty and should have known girls as hot as us would have higher standards than an Uber driver!

     Guys really need to know what league they should be playing in and not bother people in others because it just embarrasses or angers them in the end.

     We were waved into Laverne's by a big bouncer who gave us an appreciative look and a grin, then headed into the thundering, noisy, dimly lit club. Of course, every guy who saw us watched us hungrily, both coming and going, and we'd no sooner gotten to the bar when they began to come after us.

     "What do you want?" Haley shouted as the bartender headed our way.

     I was alone tonight. No way I was gonna risk getting drunk. So, I hadn't even bothered putting on heavier makeup and using my fake ID. 

     "Virgin Pina Colada," I yelled back.

     There were no quiet places in here.

     She got a Roy Rogers and we sipped at them while the guys circled us like sharks, eyeing each other challengingly. I'd barely had a sip of my non-alcoholic drink when the first one stepped forward.

     He was a Latino guy, thin and athletic-looking.

     "Hello, beautiful lady," he said. "I'd like to show you what it's like to dance with the best dancer in the city."

     "You, I suppose?" I asked, slightly amused.

     "I'm the best," he said with no modesty.

     He didn't look too threatening, so I grinned and went with him, leaving Haley to watch my drink. Laverne's actually had a spot on the left side of the bar where girls could put their drinks. The security guy tended to be leaning against the wall right next to it, the bartender could see it clearly, and there was a camera overhead.

     Here's the neat thing. There's a small TV monitor on the wall there and when you get back to the bar you can press a button and rewind what the video saw so you can watch to see if anyone touched your drink!

     "My name is Edwardo," he said.

     "I'm Sloan," I said with a smile.

     And then we danced. He was good, I'll give him that, and really determined to show it. Boy, talk about an ego!

     Oh, shut up! So, I'm a little vain. So, what!?

     Of course, by the time I got back, Haley was out dancing. My drink was at the end of the bar with a little lid on top with my name written on it by the marker that hung from a chain on the wall. Hers was right next to it.

     I pressed the rewind button to watch until I saw her putting them in place, then picked up my drink, took off the lid, and took a drink. A girl can't be too careful, you know! 

     Edwardo was a good dancer. But it was hot, breathless work keeping up with him!

     I had basked in his desire the whole time, of course. As I did with the next several guys. Turning them down politely for a second dance was something I'd long ago mastered. I figured if I didn't get too friendly with any of them, I wasn't really being naughty.