The award show buzzed with celebrities, old and new. Michael was anxious and tired from having rehearsed for his tour all day long. He was looking forward to having some wine and meeting a girl to work his frustrations out on after the party.

-

Elizabeth arrived late to her small show at a dive bar in the Bronx. She scrambled to figure out how to set up amps and lights before the stage manager helped her out awkwardly. As she settled down, she tuned her guitar and set her place for her first song, Yayo.

-

Michael won three awards, making up random speeches each time he went up. He was feeling really burnt out tonight. As the awards show ended, he and his team swiftly made their exits, and he was on his way to a small party with his close friends who knew how to keep it as low key and as dirty as he liked it.

-

Elizabeth finished her short set and zoomed off stage to change. She pulled her dress over her head and sat in the vanity chair.

"You did so great, Dolly! Want some?" Her friend Laura offered, waving a small white baggie in front of Elizabeth's face.

She contemplated, and decided to take a few bumps of the numbing white powder. She knew she would need it by the time she got home to Jimmy.

"Let's go out tonight." Elizabeth said, hoping to delay the consequences of her absence at home.

"I know just where we should go, Liz. There's this small kickback a few blocks over. I was invited to... y'know, work." Laura smirked.

"Fuck it, let's do it, baby!" Elizabeth said, snorting another line of cocaine.

Elizabeth put on her tight, black minidress and made her way out of the bar and they hailed a cab.

-

Michael arrived at the party; it was hosted at someone's average home. Two-story. He was told there would be party favors. The most exquisite party favors. However, he only had one thing on his mind: finding a lady of the night.

"Yo, Michael! Hurry up!" Michael's good friend, Andrew called from the porch of the house.

Michael made his way into the house. Low key, average parties were his favorite. He had been to so many in the area, people were rarely starstruck. Although he usually enjoyed wine, he kicked back on a lounge seat with a beer and pulled out a cigar. He changed clothes in the car so he was wearing a black v-neck with a gold chain around his neck.

There were several girls around, some making eyes at Michael, others on the laps of other rich, famous men who needed the same escape as Michael. None of the girls seemed attractive to him tonight.

-

"This place is so tiny. I bet we're too late to snag the good looking guys!" Elizabeth whined.

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty... of money. Either way, you're not shopping to keep." Laura said, stuffing a handful of cash into the taxi driver's hand.

They got out and made their way to the party. Laura went off on her own and Elizabeth mingled around the drink table. She let her eyes roam the room until she locked eyes with... no, it couldn't be... was it really him?

"Michael Jackson?" She whispered to herself.

He was sitting alone, looking around the room and seemed bored out of his mind. She took note of what he was drinking and brought him another.

"Would you like another beer?" She asked, taking a seat next to him, purposefully making her bare knee touch his.

"Thank you so much." He said, setting the empty one down and taking the one from her.

"No problem. I'm Lola. It's nice to meet you." She said, using her fake name.

"It's nice to meet you too, Lola. What're you doing here?"

"I just came to have fun." She bit her lip.

"I did too, but no ones been interesting enough until now." He said, leaning closer to her.

"Well, I find that hard to believe, given you're the fucking man."

Michael chuckled, "I wanna hear you say that again, girl. But not here."

"Well then why are we still here?" She giggled, taking his arm.

They got into Michael's car and left.

-

"Fuck, harder! Ahh, don't stop." Elizabeth moaned, her hands bracing herself on the bed as Michael pounded into her from behind.

They'd had plenty of Michael's cocaine stash. He was completely energized and was going to town on her tight cunt.

"Fuck, Lola," He said, pulling out, laying on his back, and pulling her on top of him. "Ride daddy, baby."

She felt herself sink down onto his cock and tilted her head back, moaning out loud. She bounced and bounced while he held onto her hips, slamming her down onto him.

He turned her around and she rode him reverse cowgirl as he rubbed her clit, sending her over the edge.

"That's right, baby. Give it to me. Give it to daddy, girl." Michael moaned in her ear, fucking and rubbing her harder.

Elizabeth cried out as she came all over him, her orgasm was mind blowing and intense, the effects of the cocaine intensifying it.

Michael quickly pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back, pulling her legs over his shoulders. He slammed back into her and she cried out, her walls still contracting around him. She dug her nails into the bed and arched her back as he lost himself inside of her, holding her close to him while he came.