The Prince of Pleasure by YoBro

privacy. Since last week's incident with the women in the elevator, the paparazzi were everywhere. He'd had to give up the rented Land Rover for a chauffeured Mercedes.
    Driving around by himself was a thing of the past.
    One lunatic woman had sprung at him seemingly from out of nowhere, yanked up her shirt and begged him to autograph her naked breasts. He'd kept moving, never stopped, never made eye contact, but it didn't matter.
    Some enterprising soul had snapped a shot of the encounter. 
    Khan groaned at the memory.
    The next day, the picture was everywhere. It was one hell of a photo. His stunned face. Her wild eyes.
    Her breasts.
    Some fool got through the hotel telephone system and left messages on his voice mail.
    You want big tits, your highness? Mine are bigger than any you've ever seen. Call me. I'll come right over. You can do whatever turns you on… followed by a graphic description of what she thought that might be.
    He shuddered.
    He'd raised hell with the manager over that but he knew it wasn't the man's fault. It was life in the 21 st century. If you were a public figure, you were up for grabs.
    Of course, once the photo hit the internet, the crazies got worse. Now, even when he finally made it into the lobby, he wasn't home free. Hotel security did what they could but their resources had been overwhelmed.
    Inevitably, he'd had to admit defeat. He'd contacted his head of security back home. Jamal, his childhood friend, was not given to subtlety but he was also a stickler for tradition, which was surely the only reason he hadn't looked Khan in the eye when he arrived and said, I told you so .
    He'd brought with him what looked like a small army, fully prepared to guard their prince—their king, as Jamal pointed out—24/7.
    Khan had refused. 
    "I will not have my life turned into a three ring circus! Place your men where you must, but not where I can see them."
    Jamal had argued his case forcefully but politely, even while the expression on his face said he thought Khan was a fool.
    They'd finally agreed on two-man teams in strategic locations around the hotel: in the lobby, at service entrances, on the roof.
    "That is more than enough," Khan had said.
    Of course, it wasn't.
    Frowning, he rose to his feet again.
    Last night, somebody had knocked on his door. It had been late, after ten; he'd only returned from dinner a short while before. He knew it could have only been Jamal.
     Straight out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips and a scowl, he'd marched to the door and flung it open.
    "Now what?" he'd barked.
    But it hadn't been Jamal.
    It had been a woman.
    The one who'd offered him her breasts for autographing.
    This time, she'd offered him a larger canvas.
    "You knew I would come," she'd said happily, and she'd flung open the raincoat she was wearing to reveal her breasts and, bloody hell, everything else.
    Khan had started to push the door closed. She'd shoved a fleshy thigh between it and the jamb.
    "If you don't let me in," she'd said with what he supposed she thought was a coy smile,  "I'll call  Entertainment Tonight and tell them you invited me here and exactly what you did to me once we were alone."
    "Do that," he'd said coldly, "and be prepared to live out the rest of your life in the dungeons of Altara."
    It was an excellent line.
    A lie, certainly, but it had given him what he'd needed: a gasp, a look of shock and, best of all, the withdrawal of that huge thigh from the doorway. He'd slammed the door, locked it, and phoned Jamal, who'd shown up in less than thirty seconds.
    This time, Jamal had not kept to tradition.
    "Dammit," he'd snarled, "I told you so." A two second pause, and then he'd added, "Your highness."
    They'd glared at each other. Then Khan had grinned. So had Jamal. It had been just what Khan needed, a release of tension—
    And heightened security coverage. 
    Two men now stood guard outside the suite.
    Another pair was stationed at the door that