I inhale the cigarette and throw it on the ground and step on it. I feel the icy wind going through my coat to my bones. I start to shiver. I go inside the club and sit at the bar. In here, Im what everyone wants. Mostly every woman. But out there, Im what every woman dreads. The bartender walks over drying a shot glass.

"What'll it be?"

"The usual." I say, rubbing the table top.

He nods and goes in the back to get my drink. I see a pretty blonde walk over.

"I know who you are." She smiles.

I raise my eyebrow. "Do you?"

"Yep. And I would be happy to give you a dance.. for free."

She smiles like she had done something good. I get up and look at her.

"If you REALLY knew who I was, you would know that ALL my dances are free."

The bartender gives me my drink and I pick it up.

"But I dont do babies sorry." I wave her off.

She frowns at me and I walk past her to the back. I sit on the vip couch and sip my drink. I call them babies because they are new and young. Im not havin sex with those dirty girls. I see a red head come into the vip lounge and sit next to me on the couch. She keeps looking at me. I stare at her for a moment. Natural ginger, real breasts, nice shape, young, horny, and completely wasted. I bet she is probably so shy without the alcohol. She smiles at me and touches me on my leg.

"Why are you wearing glasses? We're inside AND its winter."

I look her up and down. "Why are you wearing a dress?"

She looks down. "My legs dont get cold."

"Im sure they dont. Excuse me."

I walk out of the lounge to scan for more ladies. I hope I can find some more like her. I open the door real quick to look outside and then I go back in the club and take my coat off and sit on the side of the stage where they have the stripping shows. I could just go in the back, but I dont wanna just be picking apples from a barrel. They can come to me. The show starts and I look at all of the girls giving floor dances. Most of them are babies. I can tell by their dancing. I sit back in my chair. This short haired baby comes by me. I look her up and down behind my aviators. She smiles at me. Well she is cute. She's got more of the cute innocent schoolgirl porn star thing going on instead of the stripper thing. Im not complaining though. She's got a nice body. A little too stickish for me, but I will take it, if needed.

"Hey handsome. Ever been with a white girl?" She has a country accent.

I smirk. "I dont discriminate honey."

"Good. Today is your lucky day then."

I shake my finger at her. "I dont touch babies. Sorry darlin."

She shrugs. "You want a dance?"

"Naw Im good, but tell me: How many of you are in the back?"

"All of us except one."

I nod.

She gasps. "I know you!"

I smirk. "Do you?"

"Are you sure there isnt ANYTHING I can do for you sir?"

I shake my head. "Im not lookin for a dance, Im lookin for a girl."

"Well Im your girl."

"We'll see." I turn my head.

She walks away sadly to the next guy. I close my eyes and when I open them I see a dirty blonde with brown streaks and not too high heels on with black lingerie on staring at me. She looks older then the other girls.

"Hey baby. What'll it be?" She says dryly.

"Nothin." I shrug.

"You dont come to a strip club for nothin. You wanna see a line of girls?"

"Nope."

"Alright." She shrugs and walks away.

Well, I just found the non-baby of this club. I grab her arm before she leaves and she looks at me.

"I see your an army of one." 

"Ive been here too long to mess around. Im tryin to get out and it wont happen overnight."

"Thats too bad. You still look good, even for your age." I smirk.

She raises her eyebrow. "For my age? How old do you think I am?"

"29."

She rolls her eyes. "Freakishly accurate. Well how old are you big shot?"

"Old enough." I get up and brush off my shirt.

She looks me up and down then laughs. "I cant believe I didnt recognize you! Your Michael!"

I shrug. "Guilty as charged."

"This is so insane! I never thought I would ever see you! Let alone have you considering me."

"Who said I was considering you?" I raise my eyebrow.

She smirks.

"Im tired of waiting. I will take you up on your offer for that line up." I fix my collar.

"Right this way sir."

I go in the back and she lines up all of the girls. I examine each one. I stop at the end of the line and think.

"Which one of you ladies are virgins?"

Two girls raise their hands. I wave them over to me. They walk over so excited.

I smile. "Hi."

They both start squealing but dont say hi back. Rude. I forgot they were vrigins that quick.

"Calm down babies. Look, your gonna work for me now okay?" I say in my baby voice.

They get excited and jump up and down. I walk back over to the line. I observe every other girl over. Too skinny, too thick, not enough ass, too much ass, fake breasts, not enough breasts, too dingy, ugly, feet too big..

Im just way too picky. I figure I can take big nose cause she has a hot body and I saw her moves on the floor. I can take ginger as long as she doesnt talk, I can take piercings cause some people think that is sexy and she looks like a good one. The rest can stay. For now. I pull the girls I picked over then I see another girl walk in.

"I thought this was it." I say to Dirty Blone.

The dirty blonde cougar looks over at her.

"Where were you CJ?" She says angrily.

"Sorry! I just got off of work." She looks exhausted.

Dirty blonde scoffs. Hmm. Her name is CJ.

I walk closer to her. "And, what exactly does CJ stand for beautiful?"

She blushes as I kiss her hand.

"Christina. Christina Jackson." She whispers.

I smile. She's coming with me. "How old are you Christina?"

"Im 16."

Damn she is an infant! I can tell she will be my favorite.

"Would you like to come with me Christina?"

She looks puzzled. "Where are we going?"

"We are going to my house."

She looks around scared. "What is this some 6-way fetish?"

The girls laugh and I smirk. "No. I can show you when we get there."

She looks terrified. Its always harder to get the smarter ones to comply.

I pull her over to the side. "I have a job offer for you. It pays much more then this club and its not as bad as dancing for creepy old men."

"What kind of job do you give to strippers that pays more other then prostitution?"

"You wont be a prostitute." I assure her.

"Well what is it?" She inquires.

"Something wonderful." I smile.

She raises her eyebrow. Mm she is fiesty! I like that.

"Look baby I dont got all day. You can try it for a week. If you dont like it then I will bring you right back here. No strings attached. Okay?"

She thinks for a minute then she nods. "Okay. It wouldnt hurt to try."

I smile. "Great. Let's go. Thanks Dirty Blonde. I will have to keep you in mind."

I walk out then I see the drunken ginger again.

I grab her. "Hey baby. let's go to my house so you can shake this alcohol off okay?"

She smiles and walks with me to the car. I look out the window then look at all of the girls in the car. Then at Christina. She is looking out the window. Probably saving up to take care of her drunken mother's kids since her dad is locked up for a while. Maybe goes to school, maybe she doesnt have time. She is a straight A student. Always follows the rules and would die if anyone found out about her stripping. With no formal role models, she is easily moldable. We stop at my house and the girls get out. They run to the front door. All except Christina who is walking slowly and cautiously behind me. I unlock the door and open it and the girls run inside.

"Its like the playboy mansion!" One yella.

I smile and Christina is standing by the door scanning the place. I go stand next to her.

"So are we supposed to have sex with you?" She says nervously.

I chuckle. "Not unless I want to."

She looks down. "So we are gonna be prostitutes right?"

I shake my head. "I told you that you werent gonna be one."

"Then what are we gonna do here?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with babe."

"As in?" She folds her arms.

"You must not like just seeing things as they go huh?"

"I would like to know what Im getting myself into." 

"Have you ever heard of the term "escort"?"

She shakes her head no.

"Everyone classifies them as prostitutes, but they arent. They do whatever they are comfortable doing. The customers can suggest whatever they want, but the escorts do only what they want to do. There is no binding contract and they arent forced to do anything."

She nods. "So we dont have to have sex if we dont want to?"

I shake my head no. "Are you a good dancer?"

"Yes."

"Then dance. The only difference is its in a better environment and you get paid more."

She smiles at the thought of more money.

"So we are independent. For the most part? I mean we pick our own customers and plan our own events?"

"Exactly. Most married men want a date with no sex anyways." I explain.

She nods. "Well, it couldnt hurt to try it."

I smirk. "Thats right. So get comfortable."

She hangs her coat up and sit on the couch as the other girls are running around getting wasted. I sit next to her on the couch.

"Can I go home?"

"Sure. I will have my chauffeur take you home anytime you need to go. I know you have to get back to your younger siblings."

She looks at me crazy. "How did you know I had younger siblings?"

"I can read people. How is your mom? An alcoholic?"

She nods. "How do you read this in people?"

I shrug. "Its one of my gifts. You probably used to go to church alot, your mother has been drinking her whole life, but not until now has she really picked it up and your father probably did something unviolent to get put in jail so your stuck watching the kids and thats why your 16 and have two jobs."

Her mouth is on the ground. "Thats insane."

"Not too many 16 year olds dream of being a stripper. Its either pleasureable or forced. there is no gray area. What do you wanna do?"

"I just wanna finish high school. I want to send my siblings to California." She says sadly.

"A relative lives there."

"Yea. So they can be taken care of and I can go to college."

I nod. "Well Christina, I am the man for you then."

She looks at me hesitantly.

"Dont be scared of me. I will be your little brother and sister's ticket to Cali and your ticket to college. Just trust me." I whisper.

She looks at me then looks down and nods. I smirk. Excellent.

"You can have whichever room you choose."

I get up and my phone rings. Its Rashida.

"Shit!"

I ignore the call and grab my coat and go out the door. This better be good! Im not in the mood.

To be continued...

****DISCLAIMER: THE MICHAEL JACKSON IN THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND ONLY PARTLY LIKE HOW HE IS IN REAL LIFE. DONT COMMENT ABOUT HOW HE WOULD NEVER CURSE OR DO THE THINGS HE DOES IN THIS STORY. I KNOW. ITS FICTIONAL. JUST ENJOY IT :D****

- Gigi <3