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“I was asking, Your Highness,” she repeats again, “Since we saw you last, what have you been up to?”
Oh. I can answer this one. Larry fucking prepared me for this answer.
“Actually, Robin, I’ve been very busy,” I answer. “I’ve started trying to give back to the community in a variety of ways. I don’t know exactly which way I’ll pursue, but I’m trying out several different activities to see which one I would like to dive into.”
“Oh really?” Robin asks. “And what brought about this change, Prince Derrick?” Robin asks. There’s a teasing lilt in her voice. I can see Daphne frown out of the corner of my eyes.
“Really simple,” I answer. I look to the camera that broadcasting me out to hundreds of millions of people. “A woman.”
“Aren’t you pretty familiar with women?” Taylor asks. Daphne’s face is lit up. But Robin’s trying to suppress a frown. Perfect.
“A very special woman,” I say. “Her name is Daphne Apple and she’s fucking amazing.”
A chorus of “aww” goes through the audience and there’s some cheering. Both Robin and Taylor look like they’ve just gotten very queasy – Taylor because I swore on the air, and Robin because I’m apparently not going to fuck her.
“Well, I think she’s got to be amazing for you to mention her by name,” Taylor quips, trying to bring normalcy. “Is she here?”
I point to her and the camera pans to where Daphne is standing, with a wide smile on her face.
“Just be sure to keep your antics with her off camera, Prince Derrick,” Taylor replies, trying to be funny.
I shrug. “Let me know if the network changes its mind,” I say to them. “I’m always up for making you guys into a non-profit.”
The audience loves this and they laugh as I poke fun at the network. The hosts crack smiles too. Apparently the network executives aren’t that well liked.
“So, we have a guest after you that’s still a vocal critic, Your Highness,” Robin begins, her face still miffed at my mention of Daphne. “Samantha Scar, the District Attorney wants to press charges. If indicted, you might face the loss of your visa and deportation. How do you react to that?”
Fucking hell. This Robin Lefler woman is actually angry that my cock isn’t taking any new guests – like her.
I look over towards Daphne.
I almost fall out of my chair. She's talking to Samantha Scar.
Samantha fucking Scar - the fucking fallen noble. Kicked out of St. Penares. Fired as Chief of Staff to the President of the United States. Why is she talking to Daphne?
I gotta remember to ask her that.
But as always, I’m looking at Daphne and the roundness of her ass. That tight fucking ass. Those delicious tits. That slender stomach. That cute face with the perfect nose and innocent, wide set eyes.
I’m fucking hard.
I realize both the hosts are looking at me.
“If Samantha Scar wants to kick me out of the country,” I tell the hosts, “I will fight with my last breath. This city is my home. It’s the greatest fucking city on the face of the earth and I would never want to leave it voluntarily. I will do anything to stay here.”
Now the audience just gets up and cheers. It’s a hometown crowd and nothing gets them happier than someone like me saying good things.
The interviewer is over and I stand up and shake hands with Robin and Taylor.
Completely forgetting the massive fucking erection that’s tenting my trousers.
At first I don’t notice but Robin gasps as she looks down at my crotch. The audience members closest to me and those watching on the big screen give a collective intake of breath, excited.
Fuck me.
“Well, two ‘fucks’ and a boner,” Taylor says with a wry grin. “I think the network just about broke even with the historic audience tune in.”
The three of us laugh and I walk off stage. Samantha doesn’t even acknowledge me as I walk by her.
