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Chapter 5

Princess Desires

People often are found saying "Money can't buy happiness." This is false. For a select group of people having money and spending it was the purest form of joy. Patrons of the Francesco Resort off the coast of Brazil were those kinds of people. Isolated from the poor and world weary they could take in the sun, lounge at the poolside, and drink until their hearts were content. And it just so happened that one was a curvaceous 25 year old from the city of Townsville.

In a golden bikini Princess Morbuck's skin was tanned to perfection. Any red blooded male would be a fool not to gawk at the luscious curves of the heiress in gold. The swimsuit left little to the imagination. Her red hair was straightened and cut short. It was this body that had her listed as Townsville's sexiest woman; a fact Princess wasn't modest about. The opportunity to showcase her body was never to be missed.

Modeling had started out as a result of her own competitive drive. Years ago when Buttercup of the Powerpuff Girls had begun appearing as a pin-up in magazines Princes had driven herself to top the punkish Green Brute. Unlike her attempt to recreate the girl's powers in her youth this was something Princess could win. Princess didn't stop until she'd appeared photographed in every magazine that mattered. While Buttercup and all the Powertwits faded into obscurity Princess remained at the top! It was, after all, the way things had been met to be.

Outside of modeling she was a known for having a voracious appetite for excessive living. Still daddy's little girl she had never worked a day in her life and used his money freely. The world was her oyster and everyone around her was a plaything. Her body was sculpted to perfection through a well-regulated diet, a personal trainer, and the hand of cosmetic surgeons. If there was a party worth attending she'd be there, and any man worth lusting after she had. That was the life of Princess Morbuck, the Golden Girl of Townsville.

The only problem with leading such an excess of life was that she easily lost the thrill. After three days of sitting around this ocean paradise had already begun to bore Princess. This place was home to the filthy rich, but there were no parties to crash, or celebrities to tag. It was just a bunch of people sitting at the beach.

Raising her sunglasses Princess looked around at all the old farts hanging around poolside. Maybe they found sitting around a man made lake waiting to die entertaining, but not her. She needed adveture. Sitting up in her chair she snapped her fingers and three men in suits joined her.

"I want a drink."

Flanked by the trio of bodyguards Princess entered the hotel's poolside bar. The bartender was a South American woman with an odd accent that seemed somewhat British to Princess's ear.

"What would you like, Miss Morbuck?"

"Paradise Margarita and make it snappy!" Princess barked to the bartender.

"Two for the beautiful young lady," an accented voice added in.

Turning to face the voice Princess couldn't prevent her jaw from dropping. Standing behind her was dark skinned tower of muscle with gelled black hair. He wore only a pair of blue swimming trunks. A pure stud, if Princess had ever seen one! Perhaps she'd been too quick to write this place off.

"Why, thank you sir," Princess feigned modesty all while leaning back in such a way that it allowed the man to get a good look at her assets. He was happy to accept her invitation. Princess smiled as she saw his eyes working their way up and down her body. "It's good to see someone here knows how to treat a lady."

"It isn't often than one so young and beautiful walks into this resort." He smiled, showcasing rows of pearl white. "Usually the people who come here are old and fat like my father."

"Who said old fogies should get all the fun?" Princess picked the margarita up from the counter. "What's your name, handsome?"

"My name is Amador. Amador Romero."

"I'm Princess. Princess Morbucks!"

"Ay dios mio! Not the Princess who has graced countless magazine covers?"

"You're looking at her." Princess loved it when people recognized her. When they looked upon her as if she were a goddess descended from Olympus.

"You are as beautiful in the flesh as you are on the page." Amador gently lifted Princess's right hand and kissed it.

Oh my God! Princess could hardly help but swoon. A true foreign gentleman with good taste and a sexy bod. She needed him. When Princess wanted something no one could say no.

"What brings you to these parts, Amador?" Damn, she even liked the way that name rolled off her tongue!

"My father and his associates were having a meeting here. He wants me to take over the family business one day so he makes me attend the meetings with him...I don't even have any friends up here."

Yuck! Princess was happy her daddy never made her deal with that shit. She'd never even stepped foot in his office! Amador looked off into the horizon as if suddenly struck by a deep thought. Princess, as if by reflex put her hand on his shoulder, instantly bringing his attention back to her.

"You know, if your father isn't up for any fun maybe you could join me this evening." Princess wasn't afraid to be aggressive. This nervous shill clearly wasn't going to make the first move. "My yacht is down at the docks," Princess began. "How about we take her out for a spin?"

"Which one is it?"

"The one with the gold railing." Princess pointed off to a large yacht situated almost in the middle of the docks.

"Big boat." Amador smiled. "A ride on that sounds lovely."

I'll give you something to ride. Princess took a long sip from the margarita. She wondered if the twenty-something understood that he'd just hit the jackpot. He must have been brought up under quaint circumstances, living in a distant villa or some shit. Princess could tell he wasn't the life of the party, but if things went well for her tonight he'd leave everything to her.

"How about we meet at the docks at...6:00 this evening?" He said

"How long from now is that?"

"Three hours."

Princess's lips scrunched up. Three hours of waiting! She couldn't stand being made to wait...but for Amador she was willing to make an exception; just this once.

"It isn't polite to keep a lady waiting." Princess pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. There was some sourness to her tone, but it was mostly in jest.

"I'd never keep a lady waiting too long."