"Yo woman!" Rozonda said to me "You've applied too much lip stick!"
"Says the woman who has half of her boobies out of the blouse!" I replied.
"You just jealous 'cause I got boobies and you don't!"
"Hell noo! I just think it's not appropriate for the meeting with Michael Jackson!"
"Oh really? And how about wearing a skirt this short?" she pointed at my skirt "If you bend a little he's gonna see your butt!"
"That's not true!" I lied.
"Aham.." she sarcastically said "Don't lie to me girl.. you tryin' to impress the man!"
"Unlike you, I'm not!" OH YES I WAS!!!!
"What? You know what.. whatever, let's just go otherwise we'll be late. A man like him shouldn't be kept waiting..."

Me and Rozonda were playing around. Well, to tell the honest truth, we were competing to see who will look better because we were going to meet with the one and only God - Michael Jackson, to discuss the details about the new song we were going to record together.

Last time we saw him was at the Grammies in 1993. Ever since, I've been having wet dreams at night... He was the sexiest man I've ever seen!

3 hours later

Michael sent a limo to pick us up, such a gentle man...

The driver got out and opened the door for us. We got out and saw in the distance a tall figure approaching. It was him. I made sure my skirt was fine and hair at place, then looked at Rozonda who was doing the same thing.

He was approaching us and with each step he took, I felt more nervous. I was so afraid of embarrassing myself in front of him...

"Hi, girls!" the smile on his face was huge and revealed his white pearls.
"Hi, Michael!" we greeted and shook hands.

"Please, come in!" he motioned with his hand to follow him and after we got inside the ranch, which was so beautiful, we sat on the huge sofa. He had already prepared drinks for us.

"I'm so excited about working together with you, girls!" he said with a huge smile on his face.
"We are too!"
"So do you have any ideas.. you know about the song?"
"Well, we haven't had the time to think about it..." Rozonda said, nervously playing with her hands.
"Yeah that's right. We've been very busy with our album lately.." I couldn't believe Michael Jackson was sitting right in front of me!!!!!
"I see. Well, I've been thinking about the song and I even wrote down few sentences on a piece of paper... do you wanna see it?"
"SURE!" Rozonda said out loud, her voice filled with excitement. Michael giggled and damn he was cute!!
"I'll go get it, it's upstairs in my room. You girls make yourselves at home while you wait for me, okay?"
"Sure, Mike." I said with my sweetest voice. He winked at us, got up from the sofa and went upstairs.

"He's soooo hot..." Rozonda said to me straight after he left.
"Aham..." I licked my lips. "I wonder if he has a girlfriend.."
"I hope he doesn't!"
"If he has, she's one damn lucky ass bitch!"
"Agree... Kendra.."
"Yes?"
"I think I'm wet."
"Me too, honey. Me too." 

We were giggling and whispering dirty things about sexy ass man Michael while going around the living room, looking at the paintings with the glasses of wine in our hands.

"Having fun, girls?" we jumped at the sound of his voice and when Rozonda turned around to see him coming down the stairs, she accidentally, out of nervousness or his sexiness, spilled the wine all over my blouse.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Kendra.."
"It's okay.. "
"You should clean this right now or else it's gonna stain the fabric!"
"Kendra, " Michael jumped in "you can use the bathroom, come with me upstairs!"
"Thanks." I said.
"You're welcome! Rozonda, we'll be right back!" he said to her.
"No problem and I'm sorry again!"

I found myself in a long corridor, decorated with many paintings.

I was so worried about the blouse since I bought it like two days ago especially for tonight but then when I noticed that I was alone with Michael... who was walking right in front of me, leading me to his bedroom... fuck the blouse.

I watched his juicy ass wiggle as his long legs moved.

His hands moved back and forth as he walked and the shiny curls bounced up and down with every step he took.

His back was wide and I could tell it was warm and firm too.

I couldn't stop myself from imagining him performing dirty acts on me and working those hips and legs between mine. I wanted to grab onto his curly hair, bring it to my nose and inhale deeply its aroma. I wanted to do the same with his chest, hands and... other places too, if you know what I mean.

"This is my room... and over there is the bathroom. You can go inside and clean the stain." he gave me a warm smile and then I realized that we got into his room without me noticing it! I was so preoccupied with unholy thoughts about him.
"Thanks! I'll be right back." I said walking into the bathroom.
"Take your time."

I closed the door behind me and now I was alone.

His bathroom was so huge and luxurious!

After I spent 5 minutes admiring it, I finally took off my blouse and begun washing it with his hand soap at the sink. Damn, the stain wasn't going to disappear!

I spent 10 minutes trying to clean it and then decided to give up. I rinsed the soap off the blouse and my hands, then turned around to put the dirty blouse on and leave but I saw something with brown fur hiding behind the vane and screamed in horror as loud as I could.

"WEREWOOOOOLF!"

In less than a second Michael opened the door and stormed inside the bathroom.

"Is everything okay!?"
"NO THERE'S SOMETHING HIDING BEH-" I stopped when I saw little bubbles show himself up.

Embarrassing.

"That's just Bubbles! Bubbles I told you not to scare the guests like this and-" he stopped as he noticed that I wasn't wearing the blouse.

OH MY GOD ONLY MY BRA WAS ON!!!!

"Oh I'm sorry!" I saw Michael's face turn red and he tried to look away but seemed like his eyes didn't quite agree...
"No, it's fine! It was all my fault!" I said, placing my hands in front of my breasts.

I shouldn't have worn this bra because you could see my breasts through it! And my nipples were hard because of the cold blouse against my skin.

Michael wasn't looking away at all and when our eyes met, his looked different.

It wasn't the shy Michael with red cheeks anymore.

His glistened with lust and travelled down to my almost naked breasts as he begun walking towards me.

I don't know what happened with me but I lost all my courage when he stood right in front of me.

His big, warm hands grabbed my wrists to remove my hands from covering the breasts. I was trembling in fear and couldn't do anything else but let him do what he wanted with my hands.

Now I stood under his strict examination like a patient at a hospital and watched him lick his lips. His eyes didn't stop observing my breasts even for a second.

"You're beautiful.." he whispered.
"T-thanks..." I stuttered.

"Can I touch em?"

he looked at me eagerly waiting for my answer.