Imagine that you were at Neverland Ranch by yourself while Michael was at the studio. Michael was on edge to get a new album released.

You were bored out of your mind so you wandered into the private dance studio. You were wearing a black tank top with grey joggers with black Converse high tops. You grabbed a water bottle and plugged your phone into a speaker. The song started to play and you began to feel the music.

Meanwhile, Michael had just returned from the studio and he was in the main house looking for you.

Since you weren't around, he decided to go into the dance studio. As he was approaching the room, he heard a fast paced song that he recognized and peeped a look inside.

There you were killing the dancefloor (in a good way) while dancing to the music. Michaels eyes widened a bit. He was suprised.

He knew you could dance but not like that. You looked like a pro! He leaned against the wall and the song came to a close.

Michael was impressed. He may have to learn a move or two from you. The way your body moved with the music was in sync and you even mixed a few moves of his own into your freestyling.

He smirked. She learned from the best. He thought to himself. You still didn't have the power to stop and now you had been dancing for 15 minutes.

Each routine you did came from your originality and you gave yourself all that you got.

For fun, you slipped on one of his black fedoras and began a completely new type of dancing to the mix. You had to admit, you didn't know where all this dancing and energy came from.

Michael was still watching you, even you knew it. You could feel it. So you decided to tease him a bit.

You moved your hips slowly to the melody and Michaels breathing became a bit rigid. He caught onto your tactic and took deep breaths to calm down a bit.

One of your favorite things to do to Michael was to tease him. Playfully and sexually that is. You knew he couldn't take it so you decided to play around.

You trailed one of your hands down to your joggers and grabbed the gap that it was forming.

You popped a hip thrust and seen how he was reacting. Big bulge was all that was visible.

You stopped and turned towards the door. He stood with lust and suprise in his eyes. "Hey baby girl," Michael said and he kissed your cheek.

"Hey Michael. How's the album turning out?" You said while you wiped your sweaty forehead. "Its coming along great. But can I ask you something?"

You nodded your head yes. "How come you never told me that you could dance like that?" He said while copying some of your moves. You giggled.

"I don't know... I guess it never crossed my mind," you said and he smiled at you.

"What if I told you that I need an assistant choreographer for my next tour?" Michael said and your eyes widened. "Really Michael?!" You said and he nodded his head yes.

"I'd love to help!" You said as he hugged you and kissed your lips.

"But um.... Can you help me downstairs?" Michael said and you wrinkled your eyebrows. He glanced down and you seen the bulge threatening to be released.

"Ohh!! You mean I did that?" you said and pointed to his crotch. "Mhmmn," Michael said and you smirked.

"I'll help you with that Mr. Jackson," you said and he raised a sexy eyebrow.

"Time to get nasty Ms. Jackson....." Michael said seductively and smacked your ass.

Im sorry that this was short. Im tired as hell and this medicine is kicking in right now so Im drowsy as fuck. The song in the media is actually for my 80's and 90's themed dance team since we have a performance tomorrow night. So wish me luck! Stay reading loves! I also take requests so dont be shy to ask!

-Amaya ✨💎