This series takes place about five years before
The Master
, focusing mainly on the journalist Rose Wagner, if you have read the previous series you will know where the story is heading, but I hope you find it interesting to see how it gets to that point.
The Prince and the Female Journalist 1 - The Reportage
(Caleb's point of view)
I am a man who at twenty-two years old has practically everything, I have three university degrees, (Law, Business Management and Journalism and Telecommunications), thanks to my six feet three inches tall and a body tanned by hours of exercise and training, I have no problem finding female company, the girls are the ones who pounce on me, and that without knowing who I am and the tastes I have.
I am Prince Caleb ib Ghazi al Kanaan, Emir of the small Emirate of Kanaan since my father passed away four years ago, I have been trying with all my might to continue the effort that began twenty-five years ago to bring Kanaan out of the Middle Ages and into the modern age.
To do this, in these years, I have increased tenfold the investments that my father had been making, taking advantage of the money obtained from the oil that we extract on our coasts and in the desert, and especially from the calthenium mine.
The problem for these changes is that despite being the legitimate heir to a dynastic line that stretches back a thousand years, having been educated for much of my life in the United States makes me an outsider among my own people.
At the age of twelve I was sent with my sister Janna, a year younger than me, to live and study in United States, during that time, and until a little over a year ago when I turned twenty-one, ascended the throne and returned to Kanaan, my sister Anna (as she likes to be called) and I have led a double life, attending the best colleges and universities, getting the best grades in our studies, preparing for our future life, but then appearing at all the high society parties and magazine covers, behaving like spoiled rich kids, with no other interest than squandering our fortune.
This double life makes that now that I am in charge of the Emirate, many governments and businessmen with whom I am in contact, do not take me seriously.
To reverse this situation I have been meeting for days with my closest circle, composed of my sister Anna, my mother Stephanie and a couple of trusted advisors also educated in the United States. In the end we came to the conclusion that we need that above all the countries of the European Union and the United States, know all the reforms that have been made during these years and all that a country rich in oil, fisheries and minerals can offer.
The problem is who to choose, we have spent days selecting journalists and discarding them at the moment for clashing with some of the numerous laws that are still in force in the Emirate.
The only possible solution is to invite a woman, her condition will allow her to have access to all the corners of the palace and talk without problems with most of the people of the Emirate. The problem is that the list of women who meet the conditions of fame and popularity is very limited, and I am sure that most of them will not even consider traveling to a country in the middle of the desert where female slavery is still legal.
I'm about to give up the idea and give up, when suddenly, among all the photos on the table catches my attention one in which a young blonde in a colorful bikini poses leaning against a palm tree on a beach, the caption of the photo is as follows,
'From the jungle of Costa Rica to the Beaches of Miami, the vacation of a daring journalist.'
I start reading the article, and although at the beginning it seems more like a heart report describing the young journalist, with daring and very sexy photos, it soon begins to talk about her reports in Costa Rica, Senegal or Thailand, reports that have helped to dismantle several drug and human trafficking networks. The report ends by saying that despite her twenty-three years, Rose Wagner is one of the most important journalists of the moment and her reports, even if they are about the Paris fashion catwalk, are followed by millions of people in the traditional press and on the Internet.
When I finish reading the report it was passed first to my mother and then to Anna, my mother reads it silently and simply shakes her head in the affirmative, Anna on the other hand does not stop smiling while reading the report.
"If you don't like the report, you can incorporate her into the harem of the palace;" Anna tells me with a chuckle, "Even if blondes are not your type, you can't deny that you would enjoy fucking her."
I don't answer Anna, I get up from the table taking the magazine with me, thinking that my sister is right and that it's going to be a problem not fucking Miss Wagner.
I get everything ready to send the invitation to Miss Wagner, and I retire to my rooms, ordering the only blonde slave girl I have in the harem to be brought there to attend me for the night.
While my slave girl Enke, a twenty year old Norwegian girl I bought a few months ago, keeps moaning as she rides my cock, I close my eyes imagining that it is the beautiful journalist who is enjoying my cock, cumming in just a few minutes. I dismiss the slave girl and set about preparing everything I want Miss Wagner to see if she accepts my offer, making an intense effort to stop thinking of her as a woman, and focus without straying from my goal.
To my surprise, only a couple of days after sending the message to Miss Wagner, I receive an affirmative response from her, although she asks me to meet her in person to finalize the details of the visit.
I meet Miss Wagner in three days at a hotel in New York, and I quickly set about preparing everything for the trip. The first thing I do is to call Teresa, a young brunette born in Malaga (Spain) to talk to her.
Teresa is twenty-four years old and has been a slave girl of the Palace for the last twelve months, she still has another two years of slavery, after being arrested drunk and half naked in one of the forbidden areas for women.
She is a brunette beauty with olive skin, not unusual for young women from that area given the years the Muslims spent in the Iberian Peninsula, she is the first slave girl I bought after my father's death to start forming my own harem, and contrasts greatly with the rest of the slave girls bought by my father that I still keep at the Palace, mostly blonde and voluptuous.
Although she was surprisingly a virgin when I bought her, Teresa has learned a great deal in this year about how to please a man, becoming my favorite, even traveling with me on occasion outside the Emirate.
When she appears before me, Teresa kneels at my feet, not moving until I commanded her.
"You are going to travel to the United States with me;" I tell her smiling seeing her surprised face. "During the trip I will explain the details of what I want you to do, but mainly I am going to assign you as a slave girl to a journalist who will be visiting the Emirate for the next few weeks, tomorrow you will go to Lady Stephanie to take you shopping, she knows what you need to spend a few days in New York without looking out of place, plus she will take you to have your nipples and clitoris ringed, we have put it off too long;" I tell her before releasing my cock from my pants.
While the slave girl begins to suck my cock, I can't stop thinking about all the details of the trip, I have not only chosen her because she is my favorite and I will enjoy fucking her while we are in New York, Teresa graduated with seventeen years at the University of Barcelona in Criminology and Psychology, entering to work for the Spanish police profiling.
