The Ambassador Ch 7
Transcript of The Daily Show. Hosted by Tatum Noam.
Noam: So, Lady America and Prince Benedict just went back to Italy, and they kind of left the palace in a tizzy.
Audience: *laughs*
Noam: The royal couple – is it safe to call them that now? The royal couple? She's basically royal. Either way, the couple left, but with someone else we didn't expect. Let's pull up the picture.
A picture appears on the screen of America on the stairs of an airplane, reaching back for Marlee Tames.
Noam: In case you forgot, the blonde there, as well as the man behind her were whipped during the Selection. That is Marlee Tames, whose last name is now Woodwork. Her husband, Carter, and her were found at the Halloween celebration in a scandalous situation. Prince Maxon had them both whipped, since Marlee was technically the prince's property. They were then made Eights.
Rumor has it, Lady America spent her tour of Illea actually trying to find her friend. This theory does have some evidence to it. America first landed in Marlee's home province, where she had dinner with a homeless man. In fact, many of the people she had dinner with said Laddy America asked where she would find Eights in the province.
No matter what happened to reunite the two friends, it's clear that Lady America is sending the palace a message. Noam raises a blurred middle finger. When she got off the plane in Italy, she gave this inspiring speech to an adoring crowd. Let's listen.
The camera cuts to a clip of Lady America in front of a podium.
America: Today, we celebrate an accomplishment that shouldn't have to be celebrated in our time: a celebration of freedom. In a time when society should be free and love should be priceless, we see people who live in a world where love can cost everything. But it's a celebration none the less. Today is a celebration of friendship, of new countries, a free love, and new beginning, but mostly, today is a celebration of saying enough, of demanding the rights that you should never be denied.
Noam comes back on screen.
Noam: Wow. A clear message to the palace of her disgust for how her friend was treated. We at The Dailly Show applaud her.
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Transcript of Last Week Tonight. Hosted by Selton Sage
Sage: New photos have come to light of Lady America and Prince Benedict's visit to the palace. Everyone have seen these pictures, but let's pull some up.
The screen shows a picture of Prince Maxon pacing with his hands in the air on one side and a picture of Lady America poking his chest on the other.
Sage: These pictures show an obviously irate Prince Maxon being put into his place by Lady America. These pictures were taken by a photographer who was crouching in the bushes. He has since been fired, but before he left, he told the world that Lady America had told Prince Maxon to "Shape up" and "Step up to the plate".
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"You are not helping me," I gasped into Ben's mouth.
"I don't care," he lifted me onto his desk, dragging my skirt up my legs.
I looked at the TV, "I should know what they say about it. It could…" his hands made it between my legs, "It could…"
"It could what, bambino?"
I shook my head, trying to clear it, "It could affect diplo…oh."
"That good, Ami?"
"Yes!"
"What were you saying, bambino?"
"F-fuck. Who cares!"
I worked on his belt and he chuckled into my neck, "I figured that's what you would say."
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"Please be appropriate," Nicoletta pointed her pen at both of us as we sat in the chairs in her office.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Nic."
Her glare was scathing, "Your both lucky part of the family found you two instead of the politicians. It's an image I won't be able to get out of my head, but we were lucky."
"You loved it," Ben teased.
"You're annoying," she turned to me, "He's annoying! Why do you date him?"
"You were the one that caught us in the closet, NIc," Ben leaned forward on his knees, "You know exactly why she's with me."
Nicoletta's face turned bright red, "Behave at the dinner party or she won't have that reason to stay."
Ben paled, "Yes ma'am."
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Ben and I laid on our bed with not a stitch of clothing on. The floor was dominated by boxes of books and clothes. A TV precariously perched on a small table blared commercials at us, but neither of us were really watching it.
I grasped the new sheets, leaning my head back onto the unfamiliar head board.
Ben's tongue twirled around my entrance and I keened.
"You taste so goo," Ben said, his hands wrapping around my legs.
I laughed before he did something with his tongue that made it impossible to think.
"What did you eat today?"
"What?" I gasped out.
"You taste so good. I could stay here all night."
"You could do that anyway," his fingers replaced his tongue as he smiled at me.
"I suppose you're right."
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"It's one trip, baby. I'll be back before you know it."
"Are you sure you need to go? Just send a couple letters."
"Ben. I'm leaving you for five days. We've done a month apart."
He groaned.
"I'll make it up to you," I whispered, "All tonight. You won't know which way is up. I'll give you five days' worth."
His eyes darkened.
"You like that idea?"
He nodded, "I love it when you're like this. I love it when you're horny."
From that moment until I had to go to the airport, we did not get out of bed.
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Transcript of HELLEN. Hosted by Hellen.
Hellen: I'm very pleased to welcome back to the stage a social media sensation as well as our ambassador to Italy.
Audience: *cheers before Hellen can finish the introduction*
Hellen: She has a large fanbase from all over the world and not to mention an adorable love life. Please welcome Ambassador America Singer.
America comes out on stage in a flowy green gown and flats. She embraces Hellen before sitting down.
Hellen: Hi! How are you?
America: America: It is, but I keep telling myself it should be over with. I've been back in Illea for three days. I'm going back to Italy in two days
so good!
Hellen: So, you've been back in Illea for three days now. Does it feel different to you now that you've lived overseas?
America: It does feel a little weird. Mostly because I haven't eaten spaghetti since I've been here.
Audience: *laughs*
Hellen: Do you get tired of Italian food?
America: No! Never. Because you always go to different restaurants and they all kind of do it differently, and it's always some great-grandma's secret recipe or something like that. So, it keeps things interesting.
Hellen: I bet. And you've been living in Italy for how long?
America: It's going to be two and a half years now.
Hellen: Wow. And you've been doing a lot of diplomatic relationship between Illea and Italy for us, but there's one question everyone is asking. Italy insists, even in the treaty, that they only speak to Prince Maxon. Why is that?
America: The main reason is that Maxon represents the future of Illea. Eventually, the torch will be passed from his father to him, so Italy wanted to make sure that we were equipped for the future.
Hellen: That makes sense. And I'm assuming that you know Maxon better than his father so you would work better with him?
America: I'm sure it might have been a part of it, but Italy knows that eventually I would step down from the position, and someone with no experience dating Maxon was going to step up.
Hellen: That makes sense. So, speaking of visits and diplomatic relations, I've heard that this will be you last visit to Illea for a while. Can you tell us why?
America: *smiles* Well, Hellen. That comes with a story.
Hellen: *sits up in her chair* I'm so ready for this story.
America: Ok. Well, Ben and I, for the past year or so, have not really dealt with birth control. We weren't married, but we both agreed that we were going to stop taking it and just see what happened. We weren't really trying for a kid, but we decided that if a kid happened, then a kid happened. So, I found out I was pregnant-.
Audience: *goes wild. Applauding and cheering. Camera scans the crowd as they stand and jump.
America: *puts her hands on her chest* Oh my God, thank you so much.
Hellen: Congratulations!
Audience: *Calms down*
Hellen: So, were you excited.
America: I was super scared. Ben and I had talked kids, and, yes, we had decided to stop taking birth control, but a doctor handing me the test results wasn't just talk. So, I was really scared that maybe we weren't ready, or maybe we were too young, and I started overthinking it. I decided that it was better to just tell Ben as soon as possible, so that night we went out to dinner. We were both really nervous for some reason, but I just thought, you know, that me being nervous made him nervous, right?
Hellen: That makes sense.
America: Yeah. So, we're at dinner, and it's really quiet. It's dead quiet because we're both just swimming basically in our nervousness. And at the same time we both say, "I have something to say." And then we're both like, "Oh, sorry. You go." "No, you go."
Audience: *laughs*
America: when I'm telling you that this was the most awkward two minutes of my life, I'm not kidding. So, we finally decide that Ben's going to go first. And apparently he had this whole speech planned out and everything. He knew exactly what he was going to do, but he forgot it, he was so nervous. So, he sits there in his seat for a moment with his mouth open, tryig to get this speech out, and he suddenly just gets on his knees and asks, "Will you marry me?
Audience: *erupts into cheers and applause again*
Hellen: So what happened? What did you say?
America: Well, when he did that I was so relieved and the restaurant was utterly quiet and he was so, so nervous and I thought, "Oh, I think he's going to be okay with what I say!" So, naturally, I just blurted it out. I just said, "I'm pregnant."
Hellen: How did he respond?
America: He got So. Excited. He was still on his knees and holding the ring with both hands and waving them back and forward. He had his mouth open like he was trying to talk, but no words were coming out.
Audience: *laughs*
America: And then I realized that I haven't answered him and the restaurant is still quiet, so I just say, "Oh, yeah. And I'll marry you." And then he fainted.
Hellen: Wait, he what?!
America: Straight out fainted. One second he was kneeling in front of me and the net, his head is on my lap.
Audience: *laughs*
Hellen: That's crazy! So, when's thewedding? When's the baby?
America: The wedding is in a couple of months because we didn't want to wait until the baby was born, but my mother refuses to let me be fat on my wedding day. It's not me being fat, but I don't argue with my mom. Then, the baby will be here in about eight months.
Hellen: Wow! So, what happens job-wise?
America: Well, me marrying Prince Benedict will make me a Princess. That's kind of frowned upon if you're representing another country and still hold citizenship in another country.
Hellen: Makes sense.
America: So, I will be stepping down from my post as Ambassador.
Audience: *aws*
America: You all are seriously the kindest people ever. I will miss you all too, but it is a conflict of interests. I will be taking on a different role in the Italian government.
Hellen: So, we won't see you as much.
America: Probalby not as much, but I will always still be around. And I'll always have an opinion when it comes to politics, so…
Hellen: We all know the palace will love that.
America: *smiles* they always do!
Hellen: Well, thank you for coming on the show and congratulations on everything!
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I was breathless, "God, what did you do to me?"
Ben laid down beside me, "Well, you're welcome."
"I'm serious. What did you do to me?"
His arm went to the other side of my head and he nuzzled his face into my neck, "I fucked you. Truly fucked you with everything I had."
"Oh God, don't start again," I groaned, turning onto my side. He pressed himself against my back, wrapping an arm around me.
"I can barely keep up with you these days. I love it."
I snorted.
"Seriously. I should knock you up more often if this is how much sex we're going to have."
"Enjoy it while you can. Soon, I'll be so big you won't be able to reach me."
"Hmmm. Not in missionary, no, but in others."
I stared at him over my shoulder. He met my eyes and I was turning towards him within seconds, my lips crashing into his.
"We have wedding planning tomorrow," he said, not stopping the kissing and grabbing a hold of my neck.
"You knocked me up and sent my hormones into a rage. You'll take the consequences."
I threw my leg over him and started to grind myself on him.
"Ben," I gasped, grabbing hold of his hand. He was already positioning himself. He slipped inside me eagerly.
"That's it, baby. Oh God, right there." I was out of control. I had no choice in how I moved or what I spoke. All I knew was the almost blinding pleasure and the man below me. My body wasn't entirely my own now and the hormones that came with that fact sent more pleasure through me than I regularly had. We had already had sex four times today: the first time waking up, the second time when I gave him his lunch in his office, the third time after he came home, and the fourth after his shower. I wanted him. All the time.
"God, baby. You look so beautiful. God, you're glowing and those sounds." Ben swallowed, "I thought I had heard all of your sounds, baby."
I made another for him.
"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Fuck. Yes, faster, baby. Oh God. Think about it, Ami. When you're like this everything is so intense. I can't wait for that baby to come out so I can put another in you."
I keened into his mouth.
"You would like that, wouldn't you? Not even big and round yet and you're already thinking of me trying to put another baby in you. Fucking you into the mattress, raising your hips so nothing falls out when we've finished."
I moaned. We both knew I was close and I started shaking with what was sure to be an intense orgasm.
"Think about it, Ami." Ben grabbed my face and made me look at him, then his hands drifted to my overly sensitive boobs, "Me fucking you and begging you to give me another baby."
I was finished there and then, my whole body clenching around him, utterly soundless in one of the most mind-blowing releases of my life.
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Trascript of The Late Show. Hosted by Galan Skyward.
Skyward: My next guest is a common name in every household. He is the Prince of Italy. He married Lady America Singer, now Princess America Glowdonio, and is expecting his first baby in little more than a month. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome: Prince Benedict of Italy!
Benedict walks out onto the stage, shakes hands with Skyward and sits down.
Skyward: Wow. You know, I wasn't sure that we would be seeing you this close to your baby's due date.
Benedict: To be honest, I didn't think I would see you either, but America really wanted me to go. I'm here on a diplomatic visit, and I really wanted to cancel it, but America told me that it would make my job harder later on and that I should go now when we don't yet have the kid.
Skyward: That makes sense, but aren't you scared that you'll miss the birth.
Benedict: I'm pretty sure that the kid will still know I'm his father. As far as the birth, America is in really good hands. She's got Marlee, she's got Celeste who came over a couple of weeks ago. Her whole family moved over to Italy right before the wedding. She's got a hand every way she turns.
Skyward: That's fantastic that she has so many people helping her. Especially because pregnancy can be really hard on some women. How is she doing?
Benedict: She's done really well, I think. She would probably say differently, but I personally think she's the best pregnant woman out there.
Skyward: I'm sure you do. She's giving you a child and that's really exciting.
Benedict: I'm so excited. She keeps saying stuff like, "My back hurts." And I'm like, "I know! It's so exciting!" and she's like, "I look like a beached" uh, uh, uh…I don't know that word it's a really large fish.
Skyward: A whale?
Benedict: Yes! She says she's like a beached whale and I'm like, "Yes! You are! I know!"
Skyward: You've probably gotten into some trouble with those comments, haven't you?
Benedict: I've spent a couple nights on the couch, yes.
Audience: *laughs*
Skyward: Well, I wish you all the best of luck with the new baby. Congratulations!