Allie's Point Of View ~ 

Cameras here, film crew there. I wonder around the set, completely aimlessly. My eyes looking at anything and everything around me. I am just just so amazed by all as I am brand new. The outcome of this set is mind blowing. The design of this entire set is well, 

. . it is Michael's vision. 

He wanted it to look as though it was a run down, sketchy part of New York City. The graffiti on the brick of the walls, all over every wall. Dormant cars of many kinds sitting in the gutters as well as old, abandoned furniture all around. The makeshift street looking gritty but natural as it has a kind of mist about it . . just how Michael wanted it. 

My hair is done as is my makeup. I'm wearing a tight black dress and high heels. It feels like millions of brackets upon my wrists. The sound of my heels as I walk is all that is heard, releasing an echo with every step. I stop. Standing still suddenly. I smile as all of this is in front of me. It's like I'm inside Michael's mind . . his creativity, his genius is undeniable. 

He is such a brilliant man, my Michael. 

I feel someone standing behind me, hands gently placed over my eyes. Their aroma is exhilarating. I know who that smell belongs to . . without even looking, there isn't a need. 

"Guess who, my sexy girl . . " 

Voice soft yet so husky. Ugh, so sexy. 

"Michael . . " I say, giggling. 

He giggles too, removing his hands from my eyes to wrap his arms around my waist from behind. His chin resting on my shoulder. It's silent for a few seconds as I look around the set once again. I feel Michael patiently just waiting for me, not saying anything yet. 

"It's amazing, Michael. All of it . . " 

" . . it looks incredible . . " I tell him. 

He just chuckles at my response. I can tell it's because to Michael . . it's not new to him. He has seen the set life his whole life. I haven't. Not at all. I just can't help but to get caught up in it all. It's so amazing to see, unbelievable to even experience. I feel Michael's lips on my shoulder. 

"You look good baby, so sexy . . " 

He begins kissing towards my neck now, my eyes close as I feel his lips get closer and closer. His large hands on my hips. My heart beating . . feels like butterflies in my stomach. My breath caught in my throat as I feel his on my skin, sending chills up my spine. He brushes my hair aside to have more access at my neck. I can't help but to let out a soft moan. Michael was nervous about this type of outfit. He didn't want me to uncomfortable and if I had a problem with it . . tell him. But I feel fine in it. 

"Thank you, Michael . . " I say, giggling. 

"Are you sure about doing this, Allie? . . " He suddenly says. 

" . . if you do, I don't care. I can find someone else . . " His voice soft and serious. 

"All I care about is you, Allie. I want to make sure you're comfortable with this . . " 

I can't help but to chuckle. He is protective over me because he knows this world. I don't. He knows the world is full of paparazzi, false tabloids as they twist words. Making stories up because they feel like it. So, I understand his concerns. 

"Michael I'm fine with this. I'm excited, very excited . . " 

"I don't want you in this short film but in reality . . " 

" . . that's another story . . " 

I turn around facing him now. Giving him a wink and a cheeky smile, giggling softly. I have my hands on his shirt . . gripping onto it. My head raised slightly as my lips graze over his neck. Michael is dressed simply in black pants, a white t-shirt and a long sleeved royal blue shirt with a white sash around his waist, tied in a bow at the front. It's an effortless look but he looks incredibly sexy. He takes my face gently but yet it's so powerful, kissing me passionately. I kiss him back completely taken by him. 

"I just want you in private, my sexy girl . . " 

He growls in my ear. I feel like I'm about to collapse. Knees weak, heart pounding as I hear him say this. I get flashes of him and I . . together . . all alone. Ugh, why does he do this to me? 

"I can't wait to have you alone, my beautiful girl . . " 

He whispers. I'm in a complete trance. How is he so intoxicating? 

"Mike . . Mike! . . " 

We both hear a voice coming from behind us. I feel Michael's lips, his touch disconnect from me as he turns his attention to Joe - the director. Michael's lets out a frustrated groan. I do too but it's only soft. Joe approaches us both. 

"We are all ready to go, Mike . . " He tells us. 

I feel Michael look at me. I look at him, trying my best to reassure him that I want to do this. Why wouldn't I? I walk to the other end of the set, away from everyone as I wait for my queue. I feel a rush of energy fill me as I watch everything play out. Michael walks away from the gang after he is told to leave but now he's speaking with the elder man on the step. 

"Be myself . . " I hear Michael say so softly. 

There's my queue. I start walking . . 

Walking and walking down the street of this incredibly real set. 

Suddenly Michael appears in front of me. He looks irresistible. But I can't stop, I have to walk past him. Just like we rehearsed it. I need to be uninterested in Michael. I walk straight past him. But after that, Michael yells out . . 

"Hey! . . " 

I stop and turn to look back at him. Everything has stopped, everyone has stopped. My heart is pounding as Michael stares at me. The snaps of his fingers and the shuffle sound of his black loafers hitting the pavement is all that is heard. He circles me slowly, extremely seductively. Biting his lip as he does so. Ugh. Oh my god! I look at him, needing to seem unimpressed. 

"You knock me off my feet, now baby . . " Michael loudly says. 

There starts the playback. Everyone still in character, including Michael and myself. I walk away from him yet again but Michael follows me. All through the short film, I am not interested. This is so difficult. In reality I can't keep my hands off him . . I can't help myself. But while filming, I must keep my hands to myself. Michael sings to me, he's standing on top of a car then we both are in a car . . going in by the passengers door and coming out by the drivers door. I laugh, continuing as I wish to lose Michael but he follows. It is lines like . . 

"I swear I'm keeping you satisfied . . " 

That makes me blush. But lines like . . 

"I've never felt so in love before . . " 

That gives me butterflies. 

I run away but Michael doesn't follow me this time. I hear clicking all around me. Michael appears along with four other males beside me. It's only his silhouette that I see. Backlit with a soft blue light. He looks so gorgeous, ugh. I just want him now. He starts to dance. I run to get to Michael . . but he isn't here. I look around me . . water spraying out from a broken fire hydrant behind me. 

There he is. He stands in front of me, hugging me. I hug him back. 

"Cut! . . That's a wrap! . . " Joe yells out. 

Michael takes my hand, leading me away from everyone and anyone. We are in an alley. Michael growls as he speaks . . 

"I can't wait, my sexy girl . . " 

He unties the white sash before he unzips his pants, letting them fall to the ground along with his underwear. He steps out of them completely. I take my underwear off completely also. I want Michael so bad right now. I don't want to wait . . I can't. It's impossible. He looks so sexy . . I can't help myself. Michael comes closer to me once again. He lifts me up, my back against the wall and my legs around his waist. He doesn't waste anymore time. He plunges inside of me. Both of us are just arching for each other. It's intense. His dancing, his voice, his sexy looks to me all throughout . . ugh, I just need him. The things that can happen behind the scenes. 

He pumps very quickly. I'm bouncing so fast as Michael holds me up

"Ugh, Michael . . aw baby . . " 

My dress is lifted up to my stomach. My mouth open, eyes closed. He is making me feel so fucking amazing. Giving me what I desperately wanted. His eyes looking right through me, it feels. They are dark, desperate even. He growls. 

"Mi . . ugh, Michael . . oh babeeeee . . " I pant, holding onto Michael. 

He keeps his fast pace still, not slowing down. He is taking my breath away. 

I finish, my eyes rolling back. Michael does too. 

Our breathing hard and fast as we come down. 

"Michael . . " 

He looks straight at him. I brush his curls away from his eyes as I look at him. 

"Can we go back to the hotel now? . . " I ask, a breathless whisper. 

to be continued.