We arrived at the restaurant at nine, half an hour before she was secluded to arrive. Who is she you ask? Well, I can't give away any specific details, but we were going to be dining with royalty, a princess to be precise.
My business isn't quite as successful as I might like, but apparently the princess was a bit of a fan of my designs, and her people had called me to make arrangements for a meeting. Supposedly she would be able to recognise my wife and I in person, but as the whole deal was set up in advance I'd have no chance to test this. Not that I would argue against this trivia; I'm kind of quiet and don't shake a lot of hands, but my wife is always a hit and has many close friends in high places.
The restaurant is right in the center of the cultural heart of the city, (which city is another detail I will keep to myself) and despite its location is not well known to those of lesser privilege, so thankfully there were no photographers or insane fans. Our table was located near the back of the building, not anywhere near the kitchen or bathrooms mind you, and we took our seats and enjoyed some light conversation.
My wife is a very attractive woman (I felt I chose well), she is a few inches shorter than myself, her legs are long and toned and her breasts are small but firm, that night she was wearing a long black dress with a plunging neckline, and her shoulder length cherry red hair was carefully arranged to complement her angelic features.
"I've never told you this, but I'm a huge fan," she said to me.
"Really?"
"Oh yes, I've always imagined what it would be like to be royalty, and whenever I see her on the television my knees go weak. I just hope I don't do anything to embarrass myself."
"I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't overindulge on wine tonight."
Just as we were just approaching a lull in our conversation the limousine arrived in front, and the unnamed princess was carefully escorted into the building. "Unnamed princess" is a bit of a mouthful, so lets call her Princess Amy. She was expertly maneuvered to our table without getting close to the other patrons.
I love my wife very much and I am very attracted to her, but I had to admit to myself that this woman completely demolished my concept of beauty. The princess is a good foot taller than Susan, taller than I would usually find attractive, she is a natural blond for sure and her that night her long hair was practically sparking under the dim lights. She was wearing a similar dress to that of my wife, though certainly a good deal more expensive I'd guess, and her breasts were just as exposed; truly a sight to behold.
Princess Amy took a seat opposite myself then sent away her bodyguard to some out of sight corner. Once it was just the three of us she seemed to relax, and so we ordered our meals.
"Princess Amy," my wife said, "It is such an honor to meet you, I'm your biggest fan!"
"If you say so dear," the princess replied with a slight smile, "And please, just call me Amy."
"Excuse my wife," I said, gently patting Susan's knee, "She tends to wear her emotions on her sleeve."
"No need to apologise," Amy said while looking at my wife, "I'm always pleased to meet a fan, perhaps you will be able to show me just how you feel as the evening progresses."
The food was excellent of course, but as I wasn't paying my wife ignored my advice and drank a great deal more than she normally would. By the time the majority of the meal was over with she was definitely a tad tipsy, but I had been enjoying myself immensely so I decided not to comment.
As we were enjoying our dessert the conversation returned to Susan's admiration of Amy.
"So," the princess began, "You say you are my biggest fan?"
"Certainly," Susan answered, "I follow your every move, I own everything with your face on it, I think I'd do just about anything for you-"
