1.
“A woman of your stature should not be seen outside in… something like this!” Balal’s mustache bristled as he held up the photo of Nala that was currently making the rounds on the gossip sites.
“It’s called a thong Balal, and more people wear them out than they do those boring old regular swimsuits.” Nala sighed as she stood in front of the full length mirror.
She turned and looked at the older man, who was clad in an exquisitely crafted suit with a gold pin on his breast signifying his status within the royal family.
Though his title was “Chief advisor,” technically Balal wore several hats in court, including publicist, PR, spokesperson, and for this occasion, babysitter.
Or jailor… Nala sighed.
“It’s a good picture,” She shrugged. “Where was it taken?”
“Spain, last week.” He grumbled.
“We were in Spain last week?” She furrowed her brow.
The photo in question showed her with the waves crashing around her thighs, wearing a skintight, gold, one-piece thong swimsuit.
She always had wide, curvy hips which in turn helped form her solid, firm buttocks.
Her voluminous head of dark hair fell in a tumble past her shoulders as she was turning towards the camera.
Being of middle eastern descent, her skin always had a darker hue, but she had to admit that it popped even more in the Spanish sun.
Even though her back was to the camera, the swimsuit she wore that day was low cut, revealing plenty of her large bosoms as well.
Having grown up in the spotlight, Nala was used to being around cameras, and even though this was a candid photo, her large, brown eyes stared directly into the lens while her full, red lips pouted like she was a professional model posing for a shoot.
The headline under the photo read “Muzzarian Princess Gets Cheeky in Ibiza.”
“Need I remind you that this reflects on the entire royal family, not just you.” Balal grumbled.
“Please, that’s not the worst swimsuit they caught me in.” She turned back to the mirror to admire herself again.
The current, leopard print swimsuit she was trying on was even more revealing.
The bottom was high cut, revealing the deep “V cut” running along her wide hips, and the thong back showing off her round buttocks, and the top seemed several sizes too small, barely containing her large, heaving breasts.
She turned back to Balal, noticing that the older man seemed to be using all of his willpower not to stare at her cleavage.
“What do you think about this one?” She batted her eyes at him and ran her hands along the side of her breasts.
“Just… where do you think you’re going in that?” He stammered.
She laughed and turned around, bending slightly to stick out her thonged behind. In the mirror, she caught Balal averting his gaze.
“I thought I might go to the beach.” She tussled her thick, dark locks.
“Absolutely not!” He blurted.
“We’re in Miami, what else am I supposed to do?” She pouted.
Balal threw a set of papers down on a table next to her, then stormed over to a large closet and threw it open, revealing a full array of outfits.
“You have a charity lunch at 12, followed by a meeting with several senators at 1, and then dinner at the governor’s mansion at 4, and a ball…”
As he prattled, Nala yawned, stepped over to the large window overlooking the street below, and sat on the sill, arching her back so that her bare buttocks pressed against the glass.
Balal’s eyes almost popped out of his head, and then he stormed over, pulled her out of the window, looked down at the street below to see if there were any photographers, and then closed the curtains.
Immediately, Nala stepped over and opened back up the curtains.
There were indeed some photographers staked out across the street, but judging from their relaxed demeanor, none had seen her cheeky display in the window.
“Get dressed.” Balal commanded.
“I am dressed.” She crossed her arms.
“I mean in clothes.” He elaborated.
“You don’t like this?” She ran her hands along her hips and batted her eyes at him.
Balal swallowed, hard.
“Princess Nala, your father has made me responsible for you for the duration of this trip…” Nala strutted towards Balal as he spoke.
He began to back up, like an animal being stalked by a predator. She laughed, and then bent over the large, four poster bed, arching out her ass as she met his gaze.
“Come on, just a little beach time, I can’t spend this entire trip doing boring diplomatic stuff.” She pouted.
“You may, perhaps tomorrow… if you wear something more modest!” Balal straightened.
“I can maybe try on a few swimsuits for you if you like, you can be the judge.” She reached behind her back and began undoing her bikini top.
Balal rushed forward and grabbed her by the shoulders.
“No! Your majesty!” He hissed.
She laughed and stepped away. Making Balal squirm was one of her favorite games to play.
“Young lady, may I remind you of your royal duties.” His tone was stern.
“Ugh, that’s all there is, my “royal duties!”” She pouted and threw herself on the bed.
“Of which, you have performed very little of during this trip.” Balal threw a stack of photos on the bed next to her.
Nala rolled over and thumbed through them. They were all paparazzi photos of her either at the beach, partying, or both, and in every one of the photos she was typically wearing a skimpy bikini of some sort.
“This trip was meant for you to strengthen Muzzaria’s diplomatic connections and our image in the international community, not make an ass out of yourself… literally!” He smacked her butt cheek to make a point.
Nala gasped and sat up, motioning to the pictures.
“I’m showing that I’m a princess of the people!” She blurted.
Muzzaria was a small country in the middle east and their reputation was…
not great. Over the years, their culture had been called “misogynist” and “backwards” by many.
Nala’s mother was Pakistani, but rarely talked about her past.
For all intents and purposes, to most of the world, her father had simply shown up one day with a brand new wife.
Rumors had spread for years that Nala’s mother was a mail order bride, or worse, that her father had bought her.
In the old days, it was common for Muzzarian nobles to purchase their wives, either from slavers or others families.
Worse though, many Muzzarian men would often have their wives wear very little clothing, and often appear bound and gagged in public at their side.
Those ways had died long ago, but rumors still spread of Muzzarian men choosing their wives in a similar fashion, or of noble houses still keeping the women in bondage.
Nala’s father, the King, was endeavoring to bring their small country into the modern world and leave the old ways behind.
Muzzaria had always been an isolationist country, wary of outsiders, but this policy had begun to negatively impact the country’s economy.
The King had decided to not only open Muzzaria’s borders, but to encourage trade with other countries and boost tourism to their country.
One of his ideas of how to show that Muzzaria was evolving was by sending his beautiful daughter on a good will mission across the globe.
Ever since she was young, Nala had attracted media attention wherever she went, and as she got older, and her beauty grew, she began to amass a large social media following as well.
The King hoped that Nala would be the start of a new beginning for his country.
Nala though, had other plans.
Every time she left the country, it had been with her father or other envoys.
Every movement of hers had been watched, and dictated, and planned.
This was her first trip alone, and she wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
After all, she was 28, and no doubt soon would be expected to marry.
She didn’t know much time to herself she had left.
Balal had been sent with her on the trip, but she slipped loose of him at every opportunity. Lectures like the one she was getting this morning had become commonplace.
“You showing off your… buttocks in revealing outfits does nothing for the royal family or yourself.” Balal chided.
“Please,” Nala sat up and looked down at her chiseled, hard abs. “I have more to offer besides my amazing ass.”
Balal frowned.
“Get dressed.” He stormed towards the door.
“What about the hotel pool?” She rolled onto her stomach.
“If you wear something more modest.” He stopped and turned.
Nala sighed and threw herself back on the bed.
“Ugh, this is a prison.”
“Many people would kill for a prison like this.” He gestured to the expansive, luxurious hotel room.
Nala was unimpressed though. She had stayed in so many like it that they all ran together.
Fit for a king my ass. She thought.
“Fine, leave, I’ll get changed.” She stood.
But Balal stayed by the door. The man had attended to her since she was a young girl, she knew he had something on his mind.
“So you do want to see me change?” She crossed her arms and flashed him a cheeky smile.
“Do you really take me for a fool?” He asked.
“Not at all.” She shrugged, playing innocent.
“You made the same promise to me last week, only to escape from the hotel room and run to the beach, where that photo was taken.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.” She shrugged.
“Indeed…” Balal sighed.
Nala stopped, there was something different about him.
“What is it?” She sighed.
“Your father and I have spoken about your behavior, and he shares my concerns.” Balal started.
“What did you do?” She narrowed her gaze at him.
“We thought it best that you have… supervision…” He fiddled with his hands, a sign that he was nervous.
Nala glared at him, she knew this wasn’t going to be good.
“What… did...you… do?” She hissed between clenched teeth.
“We thought you might need your own… attendant…” He looked down, still twiddling his fingers.
“Attendant? You mean babysitter!” She cried, seething now.
Balal stepped to the side and opened the door, letting in one of the most striking, and beautiful, women Nala had ever seen.
“Nala, this is Adriana, and she is not to let you out of her sight for the remainder of the trip.”
Adriana had deep brown skin, darker than Nala’s.