His Majesty Michael, King of New Dorset, sits at his desk, fidgeting with a small foam basketball, spinning it on his fingers.
Something buzzes on the desk, and he doesn't realize what it is until he hears the voice over the intercom. "The prime minister is here, Your Majesty," it says.
"Send her in, please," says the king.
A few moments pass, and then the intercom buzzes again. "Your Majesty, are you there? The prime minister is here."
Frustrated, the king puts the ball down, stands up ad looks around the very large desk, stacked with papers. Finally, he finds the intercom, and holds down a button. "Send her in, please," he says again.
This time the voice on the intercom says, "Yes, Your Majesty," and a moment later Judy comes in. She's wearing a very fitted knee-length red dress, a short black jacket over it, and black heels over hose. She approaches the king, and curtseys deeply. "Your Majesty," she says.
The king looks at her. "Madam Prime Minister."
They stare at each other for a moment.
"Your Majesty, do I have your leave to speak freely?"
"By all means, Madam Prime Minister. Judy. I think, you and I, we don't need to stand on ceremony."
"Okay, Mike. How are you doing? What's it like being the new king?"
The king shakes his head and sits in his chair, and motions for her to sit, too. "It's a lot harder than I expected. I guess I thought, 'It's a figurehead role, how hard can it be?' But there's all kinds of stuff I have to do -- welcoming ambassadors, traveling all around holding ceremonies, state visits to foreign countries, visiting the military... I mean, I guess I knew about that, but the things they're asking me to learn are crazy."
"You know, when I was first made a minister, I tried to do everything my permanent secretary told me I had to do -- read everything, study everything. And then I realized how much he was asking me to do his job rather than my own. Eventually we came to an understanding, but I had to put my foot down and insist that he take back some of the things he'd asked me to do. I think you may have some of the same issues. Try taking a harder line with the Lord Chamberlain's Office. Let them brief you when you need to know, not before, and don't try to know everything. They work for you, remember."
"Thanks, that's good advice. It's just that, I mean, I'm less than a week in, so it's hard to know where the line is."
"Yeah. I'm sure it'll get easier over time. So, if you don't mind my asking...how is Ella taking all this?"
"Ella... Ella did not expect to be Her Royal Highness Princess Ella Nash, only daughter to the king. At least I had two weeks of notice that I was being considered by the Privy Council. I couldn't tell Ella anything until the night before it was announced -- she had literally fifteen hours' notice before becoming the object of interest of every paparazzo in the country. And twelve is already such a hard age for anyone, and especially her since she's lost her mom.
"You know, I never thanked you properly for coming to the funeral. It meant a lot to me, especially since you were in the middle of the election, that you made time to do it."
"Mike... I felt so sad for you. Joanne gave you the life you said you wanted, and then she was gone so suddenly. I can't imagine what it must have been like for you."
"Well, yeah. It was hard. But it was four years ago, and we've tried to go on. And then this came up. Of course, it was an unbelievable honor, one that I couldn't turn down. And I thought it would be good for Ella too, give her opportunities to travel again, make connections, get a leg up in life. But she doesn't seem to appreciate it. And I didn't realize how it would be for us here. The palace is set up with the family quarters completely separate from the king's quarters. I had to ask one of the mothers to take care of her since I can't stay with her."
"Oh, Mike, I'm so sorry. You know, you're called a figurehead, but in the palace, you really do have a lot of authority. If you need to change things around, you know you can."
"Yes, well I do understand why they did it that way. I just have to figure out how to be able to spend time with Ella and still fulfill my duties. Although right now, she's still pretty mad about it. A week ago, she was finally settling into school with her friends, and now she's in the palace school, all eyes on her, learning to be the princess she never expected to be."
"Well, she's twelve, and it's been a week. Give her time."
"Yes. And I have my new duties to attend to. Speaking of duties, how do these briefings usually go? I have been rereading my constitution books, but they all talk about the king using his long years of experience to help give a broader perspective to the government, which is hard when I've been in office a week."
"Yes. Jeremy and I used to discuss whatever we were doing in the cabinet, new legislation coming up, and so on. He used to ask lots of questions, which were often helpful in working things through. He didn't have that much experience either, of course. For today, though, there's not much to talk about. The abdication and your installation have put everything on hold for the last few weeks. At this point, the most important thing on my agenda is building a relationship with the new king."
"Yes." He pauses. "I hope it won't be a problem for you, my being here."
"A problem? Mike, I did everything I could to make you king."
"You did? Really?"
"Yes. Oh, it wasn't my idea. You were a great candidate — attractive, single, famous at home and in the States, showed your patriotism by coming home after you retired from basketball. But the Privy Council likes to select men they know will be good service recipients, and I was the one who could tell the Selection Committee they should ask you. And although as prime minister I couldn't be seen to support anyone publicly, I talked you up as much as I could behind the scenes."
"I had no idea. You were so angry when we split up, and we've hardly talked since then. I couldn't imagine you wanted anything to do with me."
After a pause, Judy says, "At the time, I really was angry. You always knew I wanted to be in government, and what that meant, and it felt like a betrayal that you would force me to choose, because you wanted something so different. But eventually I realized just how young we were, how little we understood ourselves when we first got together. How you didn't want the life I wanted, and I didn't want the life you wanted.
"But Mike, I never forgot you. I've had other relationships, but every time, I compared them to you, and they fell short. You're my touchstone. So, when your name came up... To be honest, I never thought you'd agree to be considered. I figured you'd want to get married again, live a family life again."
"No. I decided some time ago I didn't want to try to build an imitation of what I had with Joanne, that I wanted to go in a new direction. The life I had was gone. So, I said yes."
"I'm glad you did."
They sit in silence for a moment.
"You look fantastic in that dress, Judy."
"Thank you. I hoped you'd like it. You look like a king, Mike. You've always been a king to me. Now everyone else can see it too."
The king stands, and Judy immediately stands also. He walks over to her and holds her in his arms, looking down at her. He looks into her eyes, then bends down to kiss her. She melts against him. The king ends the kiss, and she says, "I've wanted that so long...".
The king says "Come," and leads her out of his office and down a series of hallways to his private chamber. They go inside.
"That's a great dress, Judy, but I want to see you out of it." Judy smiles and kicks off her shoes. She then unzips the dress and lets it fall to the ground before stepping out of it. She's wearing a matching red lace bra and panty, and stockings. The king says, "You are as beautiful as ever." Judy reaches for his pants, unbuckles his belt and pulls them down. She feels his penis under his underwear.
"Let me serve you, my king," she says, and pulls his underwear down and takes his penis in her mouth, running her lips up and down it. The king unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside.
As Judy fellates him the king becomes fully erect. "Judy, I want to fuck you. Now," he says. Judy removes her mouth from him and pulls her panties down. The king picks her up and puts her on the bed, and then, holding one of her legs in one hand, uses the other to insert himself into her vagina. Once inside, he takes both legs and, lifting her derriere off the bed, pumps into her. Judy rubs a nipple in one hand, under her bra, and her clitoris in the other. "Is this what you wanted, Judy?" asks the king.
"Yes, oh yes. I was wet the whole time the council was voting. All I could think about was you inside me. God I've missed you. Fuck me!"
The king pumps for a while longer before achieving climax. He pulls out and lowers Judy back on the bed. He then gets on his knees, begins moving a finger in and out of her vagina, and teasing her clitoris with his tongue. Soon she climaxes too, moaning.
After she comes down from her orgasm, she says, "Come lie next to me." The king gets on the bed and lies on his back, holding his arm out so she can rest her head on it. She rests there for a minute, then looks around. "Where are we? This isn't the audience chamber."
"You're just noticing now?"
