"Look man, I don't need you to tell me to go out. I'm not going anywhere."

Not this lecture again. I was tired of every Friday night turning into some argument between myself and my security guards about how I refused to go out.

"Mike, we're just concerned for you. You haven't left Neverland in weeks, months even. You need to taste the real world, have fun with real people, not just sit holed up in here with nothing but a copy of Peter Pan to entertain you"

Ouch.

"Excuse me? Are you my doctor? My mother? No, you are my security and that's it. You should be happy, if I'm not out, you don't have to risk anything, it's an easy day's pay. And if you want to keep my money in your pocket, I'd remain quiet. I don't need your advice. If you want to go out, don't let me stop you. But I am staying right here, is that clear?"

I heard their exasperated sighs.

"Mr Jackson, if you don't mind me sayin-"

"I do mind you saying anything more on this subject. It's done, over. Enjoy your night"

"Well Mr Jackson, I'm gonna say my piece anyways. I don't care what it is that is preventing you from walking out of that door. What I do mind is the fact that if you're not going to go anywhere, then what exactly am I doing here? You don't need me do you? I could resign right now."

My heart sped as I began to panic at the thought of me being here unprotected.

"What are you saying? Are you threatening me? I can easily replace your arrogant ass"

I heard a laugh from one of them "Ah Michael, we got you scared, you only use those cuss words when you're about to poop your pants"

I scowled at him, making him shut up. Good. I paid them to take a bullet for me, not to start shooting me down with their shade. They knew me too well. I rubbed my face in my hands. Perhaps just one night out couldn't do much harm.

"Well? I guess you'll have to wait while I get ready. You could have got to the club sooner if you'd let me stay home, but it's your loss."

I watched as they exchanged glances, smug. I'd show them I could have a good time, then they might keep off my back for a month or two.

*

I looked in my closet at my vast array of different suits. Most of my wardrobe was just red and black, just how I liked it.

I decided to go for a classy red silk shirt and my best black pants, with buckles down the sides. I noticed that my clothes were hugging my frame rather more than I remembered. Or maybe it was because it had been a while since I last wore this outfit. I slid on some black silk gloves and grabbed a cane, I figured it should make quite the appearance. It was a rare occasion after all, even if I didn't particularly want to go at all.

I jogged lightly down the stairs and was greeted with my grinning security

"Woof you sir. You'll be getting quite the attention tonight"

I rolled my eyes. "I get attention wherever I go, whatever I wear. Can we go? I want to get this night over with"

*

The ride was nice, my sleek black limo with tinted windows did the trick to make sure I arrived in safety... and style.

We were driving to a well known club in the city, Foxx. The name was simple, quite the contrast to its decor and frequent VIPs.

I sat back and let my thoughts take over, knowing my peace would be disturbed by the bustle of the evening.

I thought back to the last club night and remembered taking Brooke Shields out on the town. She was definitely gorgeous, with a fine body and all, but I couldn't think of her in a sexual way at all, at least, not outside of my fantasies.

We ended simply, and it was the fact that I felt no regret for it or any urge to miss her, that I knew I wasn't ever in love with her, so why bother carrying on?

The only woman I had ever loved was... Diana. Miss Ross... I still thought about her every day. How I missed our closeness. She brought me up in a way, and I grew so attached to her it hurt so bad when she was gone. We had shared some wonderful moments, too painful to remember right now.

I was tired of being lovesick, I wanted out. The only way I could do that was to find myself another woman.

But it was hard. I wasn't free to choose like my security, I had to be careful who I spent my time with. If things ended badly, my name and hers would be dragged through the dirt. And although so many magazines told everyone I was a huge catch, I couldn't see why anyone would want to be with me other than for money or sex and to be in the spotlight.

They don't seem to realise how demanding being a part of my life is. The press chase you everywhere you go, one slip and they talk about it for days. Your whole life turns into a show and every night I end up sleeping alone because nobody wants to be a part of it.

*

The car slowed, and I could tell we had arrived by the hum of noise outside.

I heard a tap on the window and with my eyes shut I counted to three before the doors opened and I was thrown into the chaos of the club queue. Lights flashed, girls screamed and I zoned out until I was ushered safely into the building.

"Good evening Mr Jackson sir, it's been too long my friend" I was greeted by the club manager, Mr Foxx, who's name was of course the inspiration for the club's title.

I shook his hand and smiled.

"And you sir. My kind security thought a night out would loosen me up a little"

He chuckled and stubbed his cigar in a passing ash tray.

"Well we certainly know how to loosen up the young gentleman here at Foxx. Melissa!"

A perky blonde strutted over to us, giving me the eye.

"Mr Jackson, Melissa will take you to your secluded booth in the VIP lounge. It's number 7, your personal favourite I recall?"

I nodded and looked at the girl in her very short black shimmer dress and smirked.

"That sounds perfect. Thank you sir."

Melissa winked at me. "Right this way Mr Jackson, I hope you find everything just the way you like it"

She turned on her stilettos and lead the way to the VIP section, and I took in her profile. She had a great ass that's for sure.

Hell, I thought, how long had it been since I last saw an ass this fine? The whole place is packed with PYT's, imma have to catch some sweet fish tonight.

We pushed through into the lounge and the thumping of the club was greatly reduced. The place was well furnished, with lavish modern booths and sky lights to see the stars. There was a large bar at one end of the room and pool tables at the other. It was a real gentleman's style club, just to my taste.

I sat myself down at my allocated booth and Melissa leant across the table, giving me a clear view of her rack. I bit the inside of my cheek and forced myself to look at her eyes rather than her junk.

"I hope you enjoy your evening with us Mr Jackson"

"Thank you Melissa, I'm sure I shall"

She leant even closer to me, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke.

"And if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know. I'll be happy to oblige to any of your needs"

I cleared my throat, trying to rid myself of any penetrative thoughts about me wanting to drag my tongue all over her breasts.

"Again, thank you Melissa, your service has been wonderful. My needs have been appropriately fulfilled for now"

She straightened up and licked her lips. "Well if you happen to change your mind, let me know"

I let out a deep breath as I watched her saunter away. Damn, I'm gonna have to keep myself disciplined. I can't just jump on any woman who thrusts their titties in my face.

Tonight was going to be a long one.

*