CLIENT CALLS

"Hello Mistress, sorry I'm late."

"Oh, there you are! I was wondering where you went off to, Heron…"

"Just visited a friend with her client. Did I keep you waiting, my lady?"

And that was close! I really thought for sure Marion had already recognized me. That minimal plastic surgery DID help even if it just 'fixed' my eyes and jaw a little…

"It's alright... I had to rest after dinner, anyway. Have you already eaten, Heron?"

Please don't ask me that Miss… My mind is dirty enough for me to say my secret to you, and that is if I had a choice it would be you who I want to eat.

"Yes, I have Ma'am Dianne. So are we ready for our special massage session now?"

"Heron, I already told you a million times, you can just call me Dianne. As in just plain Dianne…" the woman, who is actually a European princess, sweetly reminds him again. She is wearing an expensive branded silken, gauzy and lilac nightie and robe set that reaches her dainty feminine ankles.

The masseuse/talent rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's not that I forget ma'am but I always remind myself that you deserve respect because you are of royal blood," the resort talent carefully and slowly explains.

"Heron, there is nothing different between you and I. Remember, just because I'm royalty doesn't mean you are of lesser quality in humanity than me." Dianne patiently clarifies with an insistent tone.

Heron gulps hard at what he hears, If you only knew the truth about me Dianne then some of what you've said has indeed fallen close to the truth…

"Haven't you been helping me for almost half a year now, my gifted talent?"

"Yes, Mistress. I can hardly believe it has been that long already…"

"Then I think it's safe to say that we are now familiar enough to call each other friends, don't you think?" the royal lady states with a hint of mischief and a naughty smile.

The muscular physical therapist is too surprised to speak for about a quarter of a minute. Is she, actually flirting with me? Stop it, Heron. You are letting your imagination run away with you again… How the hell can a royal lady be attracted to someone like you?"

A voice in his head replies: Are you really going to ask that again, dude? You know about your secret and even if she doesn't, it's not impossible that a princess like her would fall in love with a man like you considering your real identity!

Shut up, Aaron!

"What did you say, Heron? I thought I heard you mumble something…" his client softly utters.

"What? Who me, NO!" the brawny man suddenly blurts out in surprise. "I mean, no… ok, you win, Dianne..." he finally agrees in surrender with a charming grin. "I hope you're happy now..."

"Absolutely ecstatic..." Dianne giggles as she places a graceful palm to demurely hide her wide, delighted but feminine smile.

Heron answers with a satisfied toothy grin of his own before shifting to his formal physical therapist mode, "Now, we can begin with your warm-ups."

"Oh, I already finished those while waiting for you…"

 "You have? That is quite impressive of you, Dianne..."

"See, there is my little violet Yoga mat on the living room floor," the female proudly beams while pointing to the thick and flat item that she had earlier mentioned.

Damn, she could have hurt herself doing those exercises without proper supervision. I have to take note that I should never be late or she might have an accident.

Dianne is silent for a moment as she gazes intently at her personal masseuse, "You don't need to worry about me, Heron. Because of your massage therapy, I'm a lot stronger now. And I was careful, see? Still alive and kicking! So don't be upset, I just want us to start as early as possible so we can maximize my session with you.'

"That is quite thoughtful of you, my dear client. So, do you mind taking off all your clothes now so we can begin."

"No, I don't mind," Dianne cheerily answers. "Besides I don't wear any underwear when I sleep."

Too much information, princess. My oversexed imagination is kicking into overdrive again. Good thing she's about to go naked. Darn it! What the hell am I saying!? Shut the fuck up, Heron! You too, Aaron!

What the fuck did I say now, bro? complained the exasperated voice in his head.

Nothing! But you were thinking it, man!

"I'm ready now, Heron!" is the royal lady's somewhat shy announcement as she stood fully nude in front of the handsome and muscled therapist.

DAMN, she's just so bloody sexy and amazingly beautiful and she isn't even aware of it! Sure, due to her polio a few years ago, her lower thighs are a little spindlier than the rest of her curvy and delicious body. Thank the gods and divinities above I wore my dependable and personalized double-strength jock strap today so my hardness won't be too obvious to her. But it's going to be one hell of a painful time as my "weapon" strains against the bonds of the straps, Heron sighs in defeat. Oh well, like my sword-fighting mentor always said, "No pain, no gain…"

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Ring… ring… riiing…

Come on, Lena. Pick up the call…

Click!

"Hello, stepbrother? How goes the hunt?"

Marion slightly relaxes on the mattress that the Resort staff had selected for him and set up inside their two-bedroom and automatic camping tent. This temporary oversized outdoor shelter has its own compact living space along with the said private sleeping quarters, not that he and Hiraya will be using those two bedrooms tonight. He almost never sleeps in his own suite at the resort from the start of his stay which was now almost six months long, even if he is currently paying for it.

Not that I mind since Raya and I could fit in her queen-sized canopy bed any day!

At the thought of his lovely talent, he glances hastily at the short-robed female as she continues to feed her new pet with his order of small shrimps by hand. These are in a small plastic bucket half-filled with water, and Raya is contentedly scooping them out one at a time to throw into Calvin's large and wide-mouthed basin.

"Hello, earth to Marion! Remember, you're the one who called me, brother!" sing-songs the monarch's half-sister just to get back his attention.

"Yeah, I'm here Lena. Did I already tell you that I already found her? You know, the special woman that Grandpa – God rest his soul - told Father he needed to find? Well, she's right here. Feeding her pet octopus and we're about…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… hold up! Did I hear you right?" the astonished young woman exclaims. "You did say pet octopus, right?"

"Yes, I did and I'm so proud of her. I taught her fishing but instead of a fish, she caught Calvin!"

"And I thought you were already strange, Marion… And she really had to name him Calvin?" 

The multi-billion investor was quick to correct his sister: "No, I was the one who named him Calvin…"

"As in the killer Martian with tentacles in the film 'Life'? Didn't we two watch that movie before you flew over there?"

"Yes, I'll make her watch the flick though but not tonight. We are camping out right now and the big LED cinema-styled TV is in my presently rented suite, unfortunately."

"Then make her watch it with you on your widescreen mobile, Marion so she'll understand better why you chose that name for her pet. Dang! You REALLY are an oddball!" suggests Elena with an exasperated sigh.

Orion laughs out loud in amusement causing his exclusively-rented woman to suddenly look at him in surprise. Within a short moment, however, Raya returns her attention to her new wet and tentacled friend.

"Speaking of which, can you be the one to tell Father I've finally found her? We still aren't on good speaking terms since the Beaumont business meeting," requests Marion in a slightly pleading and uncharacteristic-sounding whine. "Please, baby sister?"

"Stop it, bro! You know how I feel about you begging, ugh!" shivered the strong-willed female and it was not in a good way, too. "Just stop doing that and I'll do anything you ask."

"Thank you, Sis. I owe you one, big time! Now I've got to go because it's time for dinner and I'm starving!"

"I bet you are, o strange one," Lena jokes with a feminine chuckle. "So, you'll be feeding on her then?"

"Not yet," Marion replied mysteriously. "We always reserve that when we get to bed, stepsister.'

"Have fun then, Marion. I can actually hear your smile in your answer," the outspoken lass countered mischievously.

"Will do, Len."

They both drop the call at the same time.

"Who was that? Was that a woman I heard you talking to? Judging from your laughter you seem to be enjoying her company a lot, Marion…"

"Now, now, is that a touch of envy in your tone my dear Hiraya? Do not worry though, that's just my sister I was talking to."

"Oh, really now? But I heard you call her step-sister, too. Step-siblings have been known to marry where I came from…"

"Raya, stop!" the shocked military-trained monarch pleads as he embraces his gorgeous but naughty talent. "We practically grew up together even before her mother married my father! And not just that, Father and Stepmother would be scandalized at just the thought of it." Orion shudders in horror.

"Just kidding, Your Highness," as the naughty girl continued to tease her 'master'. "It's just nice to pull your leg on occasion and this seemed the perfect time to do so.'"

"Rayaaa!" growls a frustrated Marion as he starts tickling/kissing his impish captive. "I swear I'll get you for that… for BOTH of that!"

"Both, My Lord?"

"Yes, for the teasing and the use of my titles!" he states while trying to curb a small smile from escaping his thin lips and the laugh that was bubbling in his broad chest.

"Ohhh, that?" Hiraya said while trying to talk but without giggling. "Well, your mirth will make you hungrier and it will just be on time for our dinner, Marion. Shall we?"

"I thought you'd never ask, woman…" the grinning royal declares as he leads his playful companion to the foldable table laden with covered dishes along with glasses, plates and silver cutlery. "Truce?"

"Alright then, truce!" the laughing lass counters as she sits on the foldable chair that Marion had gentlemanly pulled out for her.