Annabelle is a gorgeous, sexy but dangerously inexperienced eighteen year old member of the British royal family. She has led a sheltered life in an exclusive girls boarding school. An invitation for a few days on an older woman's mega yacht changes everything.
There are references to smoking, drugs and BDSM ... so please don't read this story if this isn't for you!
All persons are fictitious ...
In the three months since her eighteenth birthday her life had changed. With an almost childish innocence she had let herself be led into an exciting but dangerous new world. Now she was trapped in a lifestyle she could not afford to leave.
Alone in a luxurious rooftop penthouse apartment in the five star prestigious Barcelona Omega Hotel she opened her Hermes bag and took out a small silver box, her cigarettes and lighter.
It was a warm August day in Barcelona. Annabelle opened the apartment doors onto the terrace. Down below she could see the marina overflowing with extravagantly luxurious private yachts. At the far end, in deeper water were the super yachts, the playthings of the oligarchs and mega rich. One of these, at a hundred and five meters long, was the MV Omega ...
Annabelle knew it well.
She sat down in a comfortable chair. Her tight, body hugging black dress, rode up exposing her firm young thighs; her perfectly shaped smooth legs enhanced by outrageously expensive 10 denier designer tights.
Firm, usually erect nipples, completed her beautifully shaped teen breasts. They filled a black 32d Victoria's Secrets bra, that only just fitted inside her low cut tight dress. Skilfully styled dark hair cascaded down her back. She looked good, very good.
But she was worried.
As she repeatedly filled her lungs with the calming smoke, she started to relax. The nicotine was doing its work. Her mind was starting to clear.
But this wasn't enough. Annabelle had a problem. She picked up her cellphone ...
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Annabelle didn't ask to be born into a branch of the British royal family. Her father, Prince Michael of Henley, was a slightly controversial senior member of the Royal Family, a successful businessman and occasional philanthropist.
It was rumoured, but never proven, that he had an unhealthy interest in teen girls.
Her mother was also a product of a noble family. A cold woman, she showed more interest in her horses than her children.
Typical of their class, her parents spent little time with their two sons and daughter, leaving their upbringing to a nanny and the staff at their very expensive boarding schools.
Annabelle spent most of her school life at a very exclusive girls' school on the south coast of England. Her friends varied from well bred daughters of the aristocracy to those of senior military families.
As she approached eighteen, as a result of her very sheltered and unloved life, she was shy, inexperienced... and vulnerable. Her knowledge of the real world was limited. Her experience with boys was just one brief friendship with an older boy who soon made it clear that he wanted just one thing. Annabelle refused. He lost interest.
True to the traditions of the British Royal family, Annabelle loved sailing. Her elite school had a 40ft high performance racing sailboat. At thirteen she joined the all girl crew. She loved the sailing and loved the company. Sailing was her great release, an escape from all the insecurities and lack of confidence. This was her passion until she left school for the next chapter of her life
How she missed the freedom, friendship and excitement of being part of the close knit team.
Her parents suggested that she took a gap year before entering Oxford University. They said, "Travel will give you life experience."
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Even though her father had very little involvement In Annabelle's upbringing, he was nevertheless proud of her.
A successful businessman who did not hesitate to use his royal status to close a deal, he had almost completed negotiations with Terri Gonzalez, owner of a large international chain of hotels. She was considering investing in a large central London real estate apartment development. Prince Michael was the middleman. He would earn a large commission on the deal. Terri was wavering; she needed a final push to complete the deal.
What better than to invite her to dinner at his typically English stately home? He would put on a full show for her. All his staff would be in uniforms. The table would be set for fine dining with precious solid silver cutlery, bone china crockery and delicate fine crystal glasses. A family dinner with his wife and daughter should help build trust ...
"Annabelle, we have an important guest for dinner tonight. She is a lady I am hoping to do business with? It would be good if you could join us."
"Who is this lady father?"
"She is Terri Gonzalez. Her father died two years ago and she inherited his business empire worth almost a billion dollars, mostly hotels and real estate. She's a single lady, quite a loaner."
"You may find her interesting - you have a shared interest. She has an enormous yacht - a little bigger than the racing boat you've been sailing!" Her father laughed at his own joke. "It's a one hundred and five metre Benetti built in an Italian shipyard. It was a cancelled order from a Russian Oligarch - six decks of outrageous Russian luxury".
"Omg, that's enormous..."
Annabelle was curious about the yacht ... and about Terri? What ever would make a single woman buy a vessel of that size?
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Terri arrived in the back of her black chauffeur driven Mercedes Maybach. She was immediately impressed by this example of an English stately home
"Michael, this is such a beautiful place. How long have you lived here?"
"All my life. My family have lived here for over four hundred years." As they walked through the house along the wide carpeted passageway Michael continued, "My wife Mary, and Annabelle, my daughter are really looking forward to meeting you."
At the classically set dinner table Annabelle sat next to Terri, her parents opposite. At first she was nervous of Terri. She guessed her age at around forty five. She was probably 5'8", curvy but not overweight. Her full breasts and ample thighs were half covered by a body hugging blue dress, expensive looking designer shoes with four inch heels. Her long dark hair and almost hypnotic deep brown eyes completed the effect. There was something about her ...
As the evening progressed, the fine wine from Michael's extensive cellar flowed freely. It was a relaxed dinner. They chatted almost like old friends. Michael was pleased.
During the evening Terri asked Annabelle about her love of sailing. Annabelle was really interested in Terri's yacht ... and asked lots of questions.
Terri was starting to like this innocent, unspoilt young girl's natural enthusiasm. How she would like to spend more time and get to know her.
"Perhaps you would like to spend a few days on my yacht?"
Annabelle glanced at her father. He nodded...
"I'd love to Terri. That would be so cool - thank you!"
Michael smiled. The dinner was going well.
"Its in the Port Vell Marina in Barcelona. We could sail along the coast towards France for a few days ... if you'd like to come".
"Yes please Terri. That would be so good - thank you, thank you!" Annabelle could hardly contain her excitement.
"You're welcome sweetheart," Terri briefly rested her hand on Annabelle's exposed thigh. She felt a jolt of excitement. This girl really was something very special.
"You're very welcome. We'll have some fun ..." Terri would make sure of that.
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The following Monday Terri's private jet collected Annabelle from London Northolt Airport for the flight to Barcelona.
"Good morning Annabelle - welcome on board. My name is Sofia and I'm here to ensure you have an enjoyable experience. The flight will take approximately two hours."
"Thank you Sofia." Slightly overwhelmed, she didn't know what else to say.
"Let me pour you a glass of Terri's favourite Cristal champagne."
"Thank you Sofia." She was enjoying the hospitality ... and attention ...
"Is there anything else I can offer you once we are in international airspace?"
Annabelle was curious. What did she mean?
"We have a full bar, ... and
anything
else you may want ... just ask."
"Thank you Sophia, the champagne is ... cool."
"That's fine. Some guests take advantage of all the other things we can offer."
Annabelle relaxed in the comfortable leather seat. Sophia topped up her champagne.
"Terri tells me you are having a few days on her yacht ..."
"Yes, so good of her to invite me."
"You'll have fun. I think she really likes you! Have you known each other for long?"
"We met last week when my father invited her for dinner. We got on well. She's very nice."
"She is .... I'm also her personal assistant, so anything you want just ask." Sophia sat down in the seat opposite her.
"So, an attractive young lady like you must have lots of boyfriends?"
"Not really. It's difficult when the press are watching you all the time, looking for a story. I had a boyfriend, but he was after just one thing."
"Yes, guys are like that. They just don't understand ..."
Annabelle was starting to feel the effect of the Champagne. She relaxed and momentarily closed her eyes.
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Terri was looking forward to entertaining Annabelle. Those beautiful young breasts ... omg, she looked amazing at the dinner. That dress she was wearing, exposing so much of those tempting teen thighs. And the feeling when she rested her hand on Annabelle's leg ... the electricity.
She searched for her on Instagram. Clicking through the photos she found one of her in a group of similar age girls. She was wearing a tight faded denim mini-skirt and a small white tee shirt clinging to her breasts. She zoomed in - could she see the shape of an erect nipple? This was too much ...
