To Have and To Hold- Chapter 17

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(Authors note: Thanks to P.F. for supplying the background info for part of this chapter.  - Sorry for the LONG wait, I will try to update more frequently after this- Enjoy!) 

London, Carlton Tower Hotel: July 16, 1997

“You look tired…”

Lisa was on her belly, her chin resting in her hand, looking down on Michael.  He looked so still, and for a moment she thought he was asleep.  But no, he had just thrown himself onto the bed seconds earlier after getting back to the suite following their ‘little outing.’ 

God, if only I could lie here like this forever, staring at him, wondering how in the hell I got so lucky to be the one right here with him?

The remnant screams blasting from the mouth of the crowd encroaching on them, swallowing them, sweeping them up, still rang in her ears like cannon fire.  How in the world could he live like this?  How did a family trip to a toy store became a mob scene?  How had she exposed her children to this?  Did he see how crazy this was?  After all, he had been dealing with this for most his life now.  No wonder some of his behavior were so unlike anything else she had ever been around. He lived unlike any other person.  Unlike any living person, anyway. His frame of reference was off because his normal consisted of ducking in and out of hotel rooms, swimming in a mass of adoring people, while having to look happy and thrilled.  And never scared to death.  As she had been.  Especially, when feeling so totally out of control about the safety and security of her children: Ben being rushed through by security and Riley being protected by Michael.  What if they had stumbled?  Oh God, they could have been crushed.  Didn’t a fan get run over by one of the cars?  She shuddered…

Of course, she should be genetically conditioned to deal with waves of adoring fans. Some sort of mutant anti-squished gene.   Only, her Dad had pretty much shielded her from that side of his life.  Times had been different, too.  Celebrities had not become game to be hunted and hounded yet.  Back then, her Dad had been able to take her for drives around Memphis in his golf cart, and people had mostly been very respectful.  It seemed insane to even imagine Michael driving around anywhere without the shield of his army keeping him alive.  And Lisa was well aware of the arsenal his team kept around for cases of emergencies. His fans loved him…but all that love could suffocate. 

Wasn’t it funny how their love never seemed too restrictive for him, though? 

While my love was so oppressive. Then, anyway…What about now? 

Well, that was easy…they were on borrowed time. Surely, in the back of his mind he knew this would end. And he’d have his much desired freedom.  And what would she have?  Memories?  Hope again?  A silver lining that would slowly turn into nothing but coal dust?

No, Lisa forced herself to swallow the bitter thoughts. She would not have come all this way had she thought this was a one-time thing.

Ok, genius, what is it then?

It was…something. Some new start she could not name but could feel.  He had all but promised.  He was wearing their ring again. That had to mean something.

Yes, it means, he is a married man wearing the meaningless bauble of his old marriage.  You should be so proud Lisa. You could not hold him in the marriage, but look, he put the old wedding ring back on…

Her heartbeat was rising along the tidal wave of vicious gall. No, not down this road again.  Old insecurities and fears had once before moved the sandcastle into the waves before the tide was even approaching.  That was the old thinking.  Had she not thrown all that out?  And in with the new, right? The new Michael.  The man wanting her around.  The man she fell in love with.  So different than the cold stranger she had been married to.  Circumspect, caring… Heck, he barely gave her enough time to go to the bathroom by herself.

Still, she had to be cautious. Use the lessons of the past wisely. Give him space.  Let him breathe. 

Don’t’ whine.  Don’t complain. Or you will lose him all over again.

How was she supposed to gage the current risk of overwhelming him? Michael, the man who could deal with hundreds of people wanting to touch him, gaze at him him, feel his aura around them like a cloak.  And yet he had not been able to deal with her supposed smothering him.  Was she entering the danger zone once again? It had been days after all, and there had not been much time they had not been together. Shit, much of the time had been spent with him on her and in her. 

Lisa smiled at the thought.  There, one thought of their crazy sex marathon chased all clouds away.  It was hysterical how dependent she was once again. Hooked back into the golden elixir…her eyes glossed over in ecstasy, the needle securely in her arm.  Lethal injection of the most delirious kind.  

“What’s funny?”

Surprised by his voice, she focused back on the gorgeous man beside her.  Who somehow was observing her with his eyes closed. 

Automatically, her hand reached out, and her fingers caressed his face.  She loved how his afternoon stubble had already broken through.  She loved being this close, seeing every line, every pore, every sign that he was not just this perfect image in a million pictures, not some contrived mirage, but a living, breathing man.  Her living, breathing man.

“Maybe I’m frowning.” 

His head moved slightly and he kissed her finger as it made contact with his lips. Lazily, his eyes opened.

“Nope, when you frown I feel it differently. I know you smiled.”

“You can feel me smiling?”

“Girl, I can feel you smiling, frowning, glowing, laughing, crying…even when I’m miles away. But you know what?”

Now he reached out and his hand cradled her face- his palm big enough to encompass almost her whole head.  God, she loved it when he did that. That soft, protective touch…she never felt as sheltered as when he was like this with her.

“What?”

“My favorite feeling is…” A second hand came into play, framing her face completely. Just as he framed her heart and held it in an eternal, secure grasp.

In one swift motion, he rolled over, bringing her under him, still holding her face, his torso resting over her now, their hearts beating together, one leg thrown over hers.

“When I feel you squeezing me…holding me inside you... When I close my eyes and I can hear and feel our pulse running together. It’s like our hearts are holding hands, and we dash toward that finish line together…right before you scream my name…”

“Man, and we did a lot of dashing…and crossed lots of finish lines… and how do I have a voice left?”

Michael’s smile widened before he kissed her, his mouth slanted first one way, then another, as he continued to hold her head still.

“Yeah, baby…and I ain’t done yet…”

Lisa reached up and her arms locked behind his neck, pulling him closer, not minding the weight across her one little bit.

“Good for you….Cause I hadn’t planned on letting you be done. Even though you look exhausted.”

“Wonder why, woman…you keep me busy…and I gotta get busy some more…”  Michael mumbled before he kissed her in a deep, breathtaking kiss.

“Michael…don’t start again…I gotta go get the kids ready for bed in a minute.”

“How ‘bout a quickie then?”  His impish grin made her burst out laughing. 

“We had a quickie before we went to the store.”

Michael made a face and wrinkled his nose in that way driving her crazy.  God, how was she going to leave him?  When he was like this…

But he’s not always like this, Lisa, is he?  You’ve seen the stoic, cold side. You really think that’s gone?

No, but hey, he had a wife now he could dump that side on. So maybe this whole new arrangement wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Yes, it’s fucking wonderful to be his mistress.  Just what you always wanted. To be the piece of ass on the side.

No, no, no. She had to focus on the here and now.  The place where the man she loved more than life was almost ontop of her, starting to mess with her top, while licking and kissing her neck. 

“That was too quick.  And I only made my girl cum once, so that doesn’t count.”  His deep voice caused her to be totally covered in goosebumps.  Her favorite outfit lately…

 Another kiss was served with that comment, taking all her crazy, hateful, nasty self-defeating thoughts and tossing them into the fires of hell where they belonged.

“But baby…you made me see stars anyway… You always do.”

His head popped up. “I do? Cool…how b’out some stars now, Miss Presley.  Or confetti, or sparks, or fireworks... I’m a man of many talents.”  Somehow he had worked his warm hands under her tight, black tank top, sneaking them up her back, angling for the clasp of her bra.  At the same time he scooted over a bit, while gyrating his hips, letting her feel his hardened cock.  God- was this man ever soft anymore?  Feeling him like this against her center caused her senses to go into over drive and her resolve to weaken.

“Mike! You look worn out and tired- people are going to wonder what the hell I did with you to make you this sleepy.”

“No they’re not. They know I don’t sleep on tours.  And the only reason I am sleeping now at all is you…”

Yeah, she almost forgot.

“And when I’m not here? Is that why that doctor came in last night? Thinking you needed some help sleeping…doing what exactly?”

She felt him collapse onto her, his head buried in her hair. 

Yes, she was well aware he didn’t want to discuss that topic.  He had successfully sidetracked her last night from asking questions, and she had simply been too hot and horny to care at first- and then way too exhausted and worn out to be able to form rational thoughts.

This morning, she really had every intention of asking all the questions writing volumes upon volumes in her mind.  Like, why was a doctor letting himself into Michael’s suite?  And besides that, what were Michael’s plans for them?  What were his plans for Debbie?  How long would he stay in that sham marriage? 

All those questions had so far successfully been sidestepped. Yes, he was a man of many talents, indeed- These days he kept her sidetracked while drugged in her sexual haze, while he tap-danced around all the other issues like Fred Astaire on speed.

“Lisa….baby…c’mon…I explained that to you…”he whined.  His hands soothed he skin, rubbing her back while his hips once again were moving ever so slowly and seductively against her. Lisa felt the room temperature rising, as all her systems came to life, cursing her for doing anything but taking her clothes off and spreading her legs for him.  Shit…did he have to feel so good against her? 

“Well…how ‘bout you explain it again?”

With the last ounce of willpower, she pressed against him, pushing him off her.

Michael fell back onto his back again, sighing loudly and dramatically.  His arm came up over his eyes.

Ok, Lisa, concentrate. Don’t look at that magnificent hard-on making the most amazing tent.

“The doctor came in because he wanted to check that I had everything I needed. I just forgot to let him know I didn’t have use for him that night.” Did he even realize how rehearsed and clinical that statement sounded?

Lisa sat up, running her hand through her hair. Why did he need a doctor in the first place? God, were they back to that again?  Did she have to worry about him overusing meds on top of everything else? Last time, they had been down that road in 95 when he had dealt with his anxiety, his problems sleeping, and continued pain from his burns.  There were times, she had picked him up from his appointments and he had been more than out of it.  Of course, he had always justified everything noting that doctors administered the meds and they knew what they were doing. Well, sure, in some perfect world they did. Only Lisa had learned the hard way that perfect world was nothing but bullshit and doctors were often drug dealers and enablers with licenses and pretty diplomas.  Their egos needed to be fed- and too many stars threw money and sanity down their hungry gaping throats and got sucked dry in the process.

And Michael had a history…a history she had endured front row seats in.  God, he had been such a mess back then.  She fully knew and understood he had fallen into the hell of prescription medication addiction due to the perfect storm of his lingering pain, the allegations, and the stress of the tour.  The amazing strength he had displayed had to snap at some point. And when he cracked, the earth shattered from the impact of the fallen giant.

So, he knew.  He had to be aware of the looming danger.  He knew not to go there again, didn’t he?  Sure, he was on tour again…but…

But what?  He married Deb…he thought we were over, then thought I might die.  Now this…this relationship…. Juggling me,juggling his other family, the tour... That can’t be good for him.  You were once his medication Lisa, are you now his poison?  Are you making things worse for him?

Lisa didn’t realize she had simply stared at him, while the thoughts chased each other like the dragon about to catch his own tail and devour his flesh.  Maybe he had been right, maybe he could read her feelings and thoughts. He had removed his arm and seemed to be studying her.  Ever so slowly, he started to shake his head.

“No, no, no. Don’t even go there. It’s not that.  I know what I’m doing. It’s under control. I’m not… I just…He just…”

“He just what, Michael? And how do you know what I was thinking?  If it’s not something you’re thinking, too.  That you’re taking help you don’t need. Who is this doctor?  What is he giving you?”

Michael laughed that artificial laughter he used when he aimed to invalidate her argument and sat up, his back to her now.  He was shutting down.  Yes, there definitely was something fishy here.

“He’s just checking on me at night. You know- that I stay hydrated and stuff. And when I can’t sleep and it gets too bad, he gives me something.  But it’s fine, Lisa.  Please don’t start with that crap again. I know you’re sensitive because of your father…”

Lisa scooted closer to him and touched his shoulder. “Michael- I’m sensitive, because of what we’ve been through.  I don’t want you to get hurt again.  I love you… and I know you get desperate.”

Michael reached for her hand and pulled her closer to him, kissing her hand. Lisa rested her head against his back. God, the mere thought that he’d fall prey to those vampires again, that they try to take advantage of him again… That is how things went south in the first place. Klein had gotten his hooks into him…and Deb had been waiting in the wings.  Lisa knew the supply of leeches was never ending. And Michael was too big of a target to simply ignore.  And sadly, he too often had a hand in loading the bullet that would later rip through his flesh. 

“I aint gotta be desperate when I have you, Lisa. See? I slept just fine with you here…”

“Well, I can’t be there with you all the time. And I don’t know how I feel about this screwing for sleep routine. Especially, when I can’t administer the dosage.” 

Michael pulled her arm forward and brought her around, making her land in his lap as he held her close.

“Ok, it’s settled then: you’re hired. Be my nurse, Miss Lisa. I’ll be such a good patient.  I’ll open wide for you…oh wait, that’s wrong…. We gotta turn that: I’ll make you open wide for me. Your mouth…your legs…your heart.”

Lisa had to laugh. “You’re such a sweet talker. A nasty, perverted sweet talker…”

“Come on baby…you know you wanna open them pretty legs for me.” His hand on her knee started to make its way up her thigh… Could he not stay focused on serious stuff for more than two minutes?

Or does he know how to keep you side-tracked enough he gets to have his way and still goes about his business as he pleases…

“Michael…” Lisa’s tone was warning him. Or was she ringing the alarm bells for herself? 

“You want me to open those pants, slide my hand inside, find that wet, hot pussy…” His hand arrived at her core and he cupped her rubbing against her through her pants.

Shit… This was simply too good.  Or bad. Her body was seriously in his camp these days. Or always. 

“Michael…don’t…”

His other hand came down and found the buttons to her slacks, opening them, pulling down the zipper…

“That’s not what you said earlier. It was more like... Yes, Michael, yes, give it to me good, fuck me hard…oh yes, baby…”

She giggled at his pretty accurate impression of her moans and screams.

He was so close now…. His hand had entered her pants and he was going straight for the prize. Now or never.

Lisa kissed him hard while stopping his hand with her own.

“Lise! Let me make you feel good…”

“Later!- I gotta get the kids ready for bed.”

“You never have time for me…I feel neglected. Like a piece of furniture.”

 Lisa laughed, knowing full well he was playing- and poking fun at her just a little bit. That was fine- she’d show him later just how neglected he was.

“Well, aint it just perfect than that you nipped my evil plan to neglect you in the bud and you planned an evening out?”  Kissing him one more time, Lisa left his warm and inviting lap, straightened and closed her pants back up. 

Michael threw himself back onto the bed. “Girl, I don’t know why you gotta be like that. You might as well leave them pants open, you know I just will take them off…and that’s before the main course… My own personal appetizer.”

“Who says I’m gonna wear pants?”

Michael rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow. “Oh, yeah, baby…give me something to feed my imagination. What’cha gonna wear for me?”

“How ‘bout nothing?”  Lisa pursed her lips and shot him a seductive look. 

“How ‘bout we forget about them plans, and you can wear that right here with me. And I dress to match.”

“Fat chance, Jackson. After all that mayhem of today, you promised me some time away- in peace and quiet.”

“What mayhem?” His face was so serious and innocent. And so full of shit!

“That circus parade to the toystore.”

“Oh shush. You loved it. And I showed the world I love you.”  Michael looked very proud of himself, indeed.

Well, she wasn’t going to argue that point. She was still amazed about how front and center Michael wanted her on their outing. No hiding, no skulking around, no pretending they weren’t together.  His hand never let go of hers except when he held on for dear life to Riley, or stood behind her in the store, helping Ben pick out toys. He never left her side- and he wasn’t shy about touching her nonstop- if not her hand, then her arm or her shoulder.  He was literally attached to her.  Just like the old days. When they were a couple.  When she was his wife.

She wondered briefly how his new wife would appreciate the pictures of them all over the place. Surely, they were about to hit any day now.  Served that deluded bitch right.  It hadn’t been so long ago Debbie had rubbed the salt of her supposed victory deeply into Lisa’s festering wound.  Maybe she should feel badly. Maybe it meant she was a bad person after all, but fuck it! It was not like she was messing up some picture-book family.  She was simply taking back the man Debbie had stolen with her lies, machinations, and intrigues.  And not for one moment did Lisa believe that Deb had been the sole monster in all of this. Oh no, there were other beasts calling that swamp a home.  And they were still around.

“You hid behind your mask, my dear.”

“Just so I preserve your good name and don’t get tempted to kiss you over and over and over…By the way, get your sweet ass right over here, woman. Kiss my good-bye till I see you again. You got me all sprung and stuff and now you’re taking off.”

Lisa cocked her head and eyed him suspiciously.

“Mike…I just got my pants back on right. No funny business, or we’re never gonna make it out of here.”

Another surprise: he had promised her an evening away from the hotel, his parents, her kids… Just the two of them. Which in real world terms meant just the two of them and an army of security guys. And possibly some very persistent fans still hanging out down below.

“Cross my heart. One little innocent kiss. Come on girl…give Daddy some sugar. I ain’t gon’ hurt you.”

“Said the big bad wolf before he devoured Little Red Riding Hood,” Lisa laughed as she sauntered closer nonetheless.

30 minutes later, with her hair a horrible mess, her lips tingling, and her panties wet, she finally left his suite.  It had been a struggle, too. Somehow he had pulled her down again, tickling her at first, then kissing her into submission, stealing her breath as well as any sane thought. Typical Michael, he had ended things on his terms.  Having once again skillfully undone her pants, his finger on a stealth mission to drive her crazy, rubbing her, torturing her, finally entering her and pumping her sore core, his thumb playing with her clit, he made her forget all thoughts of turning down that quickie he had offered earlier.

“Michael…” She sighed against him as he fingered her, rubbing her internal spot, bringing her dangerously close to the edge.

“What baby?  You like this? You like when I fingerfuck you like this… You’re so wet baby…so swollen…getting your panties all sticky and wet.”

“Yes…Oh God….don’t stop…”

“Hm, you like this… I know, baby girl. But you know what?”

His caresses stopped while he kept placing soft kisses on her mouth and her cheeks.

“You gonna like it even better when I bury something else in you later. Something hard, and long, and thick…”

Lisa’s eyes opened and it took her a second to adjust her vision. She should have known. Her own fault for getting stuck on that trap again. His favorite game…and he was so frigging good at dragging the anticipation out.

“No, come on…I’m so close…Michael…,” she protested with a pout.

He removed his fingers, bringing them up to his lips, licking her juices off. “And you now what?” His eyes bore into her. “Imma gonna like it even better thinking about your sweetness all evening long, before I eat that pussy proper later.”

“Fine.” Lisa took a deep breath and sat up straightening out her clothes. “I didn’t wanna cum anyway”  she lied with almost a straight face.

Michael laughed. “Of course you didn’t. Girl, you’re a mess.”

“You better watch out, Mister. You gonna beg for it later.”

He jumped up and embraced her once again, kissing her thoroughly.

Lisa finally pulled away and made it to the door somehow. 

“Lise!” he called after her.

“Michael! How can I hurry back when you’re not letting me go?”

“Hey- you never said what you’re gonna wear.”

“Clothes.”

“Underwear?”

Lisa laughed out loud that time. “Why don’t I surprise you?”

Blowing him another kiss, she closed the door, laughing at his, “Hm, hm, hm”’ comment that was loud enough to make the guard at the door smirk.  Lisa laughed again and winked at the man, before hurrying off to her suite.

It took a while longer to get the kids settled than she had anticipated.  Both were more than wired after the trip to Hamleys.  Lisa also checked in with Danny who was moping about the fact she had not given him a concrete return date.  She suspected he was also pissed about the kids going on and on about the trip to the toy store today.

“But you’re gonna come home after London, right? No more trips, I hope.  I saw some pics of you and the kids in a sea of crazies. Could you just maybe open your eyes and stop putting them in danger?”

Lisa took in deep breath.  Yes, she had earlier had similar thoughts, but who the hell was Danny to question her decisions? She was a frigging good mother and he should damn well know better than to accuse her of endangering the kids.

“They weren’t in danger. Michael has more security than the Pope.”

“The pope got shot.”

“Fuck off, Dan.  They’re having a blast as they just told you. They’re fine.”

“And you- are you gonna be fine?”

“You sound like my mother. Don’t.”

“Hey- Luke also asked when you’re coming back. What’s up with that? How do you sleep at night, Lisa, knowing how you play with people like that?”

She was tempted to tell him she didn’t sleep much at all, but she bit her tongue instead. She wasn’t playing with people- she was simply for once going after what she needed.

“Lisa- did you hear me? That’s not you. You’re a straightshooter. He turns you into this scheming person without integrity, without ethics.”

“Oh please Dan. Are you reading from a Church pamphlet?  As far as Luke and I- we are friends. Isn’t that what you prefer? What- now suddenly you wanna match-make?”

After she hung up, she stared at herself in the mirror. Was there a chance he was right? Did Michael transform her into someone she did not want to be?  No, she could not lay her decisions at Michael’s door. She was responsible.  Sure, her love for Michael had made her commit a horrible injustice to Danny and to her family. But hell, what had she been expected to do?  To give up on the brightest light ever surrounding her since her father’s glow had been extinguished? Was she supposed to ignore the incredible wind funneling her flight to exhilarating stratospheres she had only dreamt of before? 

Sure, she had dared too much. Had gambled too high.  Her soaring journey must have been seen as a blasphemous endeavor and the big, cruel hand of fate had crashed her like a baby bird and hurled her to the ground.  But hadn’t she repented- had she not done penance? 

How, Lisa- how did you repent? By destroying another family?

Lisa squared her shoulders. No, Michael and Debbie were not a family. They were a business arrangement- actors in a show.  At least that was how Michael viewed it.  And Deb?  Well, Lisa was not responsible for her delusions. That woman had inserted herself into Lisa’s marriage and had plotted and schemed.  Let her choke on the poisonous harvest!

Danny saw pictures, so they must have hit mainstream press- or tabloids at least.  Good. Let Deb get a glimpse of Michael, Lisa, and the kids.  How happy he looked.  Compared to his fake family pictures with the troll.   And their baby… Today, Michael had finally approached the topic of Prince again, had asked if Lisa would want to meet him soon.  To her own surprise, and despite some of the usual anxiety when it came to the baby, Lisa had agreed. Yes, he was Michael’s child and she could love him.  He was the one innocent in all of this.  The bonus was that Debbie would really go off if Lisa, as Michael seemed to plan, would get closer to the only reason she had him in the first place.  Oh yes, the last couple of days had started to make it pretty clear whom Michael loved.  Somehow this whole ordeal seemed to have reminded him that he needed more than a child to be happy. He needed the person he loved. And when he looked at Lisa, she could very clearly tell where he stood. At least where his feelings were concerned.

Lisa checked herself out in the mirror.  She wore a black dress with a flowing, short skirt and black strappy sandals.  Initially, she had planned to forgo stockings, but then had come across a pair of silky thigh highs she had bought, remembering Michael’s love affair with garters and stockings.  Oh yeah...he’d be pleased alright. 

The phone rang and she almost didn’t pick up, thinking Danny might have called back…or worse, yet, her mother, whom she had successfully been avoiding for the past days. Thank God for different time zones!

“Hey- hurry. I miss you.”

Lisa smiled to herself. She sure was glad she had picked up. 

“Almost done. All ready for our night out…”

“Oh yeah… You better be. Hey, give me about ten minutes, ‘kay? I gotta make a call before we go.”

Lisa hesitated slightly. “Sure…I’ll kiss the kids one more time and make sure to remind them to go to bed.”

“They still up? It’s past 11- tell them I said they need their sleep, so Mommy can go play.”

“Yeah…I’ll phrase it a bit differently than that. And they’re wired as shit- Thanks to you.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Bought them too much junk and way too much candy?”

“Did they barf?”

“No, they didn’t barf.”

“Then they didn’t have too much candy. – See you in ten- Love you!”

“We shall talk when you stuff your son with candy, Mister. Love you, too.”

She heard his giggle then he was gone.  Lisa looked at the receiver in her hand pensively. Well, that was a bit odd. Why did he call her asking her to hurry, only to inform her he had to make a call. Almost…

Almost as if he didn’t want you interrupting his call…

No, that was silly. He had all the time in the world to make any calls he needed, knowing she was getting the kids ready.  She was simply being paranoid. Still… Maybe she should just show up a bit early.

What could it hurt? If he wasn’t hiding anything…

Lisa kissed the kids and grabbed her purse.  Walking over the Michael’s suite, she almost changed her mind and turned back.  Gosh, why did everything have to have some nefarious meaning? He was probably on some business calls and didn’t want to bore her. Still- she had in the past sat around bored stiff listening to him strategize for hours. Why they concern now? 

Shouldn’t you know better than to ignore your gut feelings?  Like when you got that gnawing suspicion that he was up to something with Debbie back then? 

It always came back to that for her, didn’t it? Well, it was not back then.  Still, since she was ready anyway, why not hurry things along.

Lisa approached is door. Was it her imagination or was the guard at the door looking at his watch when he saw her?

“Let me tell the boss you’re here, Miss Presley.”

What was that?  She needed announcing now?

“No, it’s ok, I got the key.  I wanna surprise him. Hope he doesn’t faint to see I’m actually ready on time.”

“It’s ok, really. No bother, Ma’am. I let you in and let him know…”

Lisa stepped in front of the wall of a man and inserted her keycard before he could stop her again.

“Got it- thank you!” She shot him a nice smile and he simply nodded and stepped back with surrender written on his face. Lisa sure hoped she didn’t cost someone his job right there.

Lisa closed the door quietly. Michael was nowhere to be seen and she walked across the sitting room of the suite to the bedroom door which stood slightly ajar, careful to stay on the carpeted areas to avoid her shoes announcing her entry. 

Michael’s back was to the door and she saw he was standing by his desk.  Lisa noticed the tension in his back and the irritated tapping of his foot.

“No, it’s not like that. I told you a million times.  – No, it didn’t look like that at all. And if you listen they say we are friends.”

Lisa pulled back slightly and stood next to the door, out of his field of vision should he turn.  God, this was so childish! Why was she here eavesdropping? Obviously, this was Debbie who had probably seen the first images of last night or earlier today.

“Look, I’m not gonna stay on if you can’t calm down. You know it’s not good to get excited like that.”

More silence.  Lisa peeked in again and saw Michael rake his hand through his hair.   

“No, of course I am…thrilled. That’s amazing. Wow. … No, I do sound excited. I’m just tired.”

From what she could see he didn’t look all that thrilled. Maybe he was finally done buying what Deb was selling.

“No, it’s not me making you mad. You’re doing that all to yourself.  Why are you bringing it up again? Also, what’s the big deal?  It’s not like…well…I mean, we are friends…. And so chill.  Sometimes I think you forget what all this is about.”

Lisa could hear the edge in his voice and knew how tightly he controlled his tone right now. It was that icy layer that would drive you mad when you were screaming and yelling, while he stayed oh so composed.  Oh how she knew that tone.  And how odd to hear it directed at someone else now.

“I’m not humiliating you- I am simply being social.  Don’t make this into something it’s not.”

That painful stab inside made her flinch. Oh, that was interesting.  What was Debbie making this into?  Whatever she said, the truth was that she was more than likely head on.  Why did he not just tell her?  What would she care if all they share is this supposed business arrangement? The baby was here- any other leverage would surely be outplayed by Michael’s superior legal team and availability of funds.

“Ok, you know what? I have a meeting to get to.  You scared me half to death having that kind of message delivered. I thought something was wrong with the baby…or…”

Obviously he was being interrupted again.

“I will talk to you when you calm yourself down.  Take your vitamins, okay.  Yes, I remember they make you sick ,but...”

At that very moment Lisa’s cellphone went off and Michael whirled around.  Shit! She was so caught!

Stepping around the corner and out of sight, Lisa reached into her purse to silence the ringer.  It would be asinine to run and pretend she wasn’t there, so she simply stepped over to sit on the couch, waiting for him to emerge.  Her heart beat in her throat.  Suddenly there was a sick feeling spreading inside.  Old doubts rising, taking her hostage, swirling her into the air as if she was being carried by steam.   Nausea set in, rendering her dizzy.  Why did he remind Deb to take vitamins?  Was she sick?  Normally people take vitamins when…  Lisa swallowed hard and pushed the rising thought aside. No, not again. This nightmare was not happening again.

“Look, I gotta go. Take your, ah, meds, ok.  And I’ll talk to you later.  Have the nurse make sure your blood pressure is ok. No, not now,- I gotta go.  I already talked to the nanny about my son- so I know all that. Have a pleasant night, Deb.”

Lisa heard the phone being slammed down, and was pretty sure she heard Michael hiss “bitch.” Or maybe it was “witch.”  Either one was fitting.

Okay, time to face the music. She held her phone, pretending to be busy listening to a message when he appeared at the door.  He gazed at her as he stopped, leaning against the door frame.  Did he seem flustered? 

“Hey- I didn’t hear you come in. I had told my guys to let me know when you’re ready.”

“Yeah, sorry, I was actually early, so I listened to my messages.  I didn’t want to disturb you. You sounded busy.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed, then his gaze dropped to his feet. “Yeah… sorry. I thought I’d be done with business before you get here.”

Lisa put her phone back into her purse and got up, slowly approaching him.

“Business, hm? Sounded more like your wife to me.”

Michael looked up, but avoided linking his eyes to hers.  Shit, what was he hiding now?

 “Same thing.  How long you been here?”

Did that matter? What was he afraid she heard?  His comment didn’t do anything to lift that sinking feeling… Oh gosh, she knew it…something was going on.  Something he didn’t want her to find out.

“Not long… Guess the pictures are out?”

Michael laughed without any warmth. “Oh yeah. Not that I care. – How did you guess?”

“Danny gave me a hard time as well.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Fuck him… And her. They need to mind their own damn business.”

Which was really an absurd comment, as on some level Lisa understood that legally, Debbie had every right to mind her husband openly flaunting another woman.

“Michael…?” Lisa reached up to him and touched his chest.  Finally he looked at her.

“What?”

“Why should Deb take vitamins?”

Michael blinked and blushed.  Not good. Not good at all. 

Lisa felt tendrils of panic rise and squeeze her heart.  Still, she refused to name or acknowledge her suspicion.  Or was it more a kind of fear?  A nebulous monster outside she refused to grant power by accepting its presence.  It was simply too unreal.   It could not be. He wouldn’t do that. Not now.  Not again.  He would tell her. 

He was different.  Things were different.  Her new mantra.  And she was almost believing it these days.

Yeah, a lot different. He doesn’t need your permission now to procreate with his legally wed spouse. 

No, she was just being paranoid, that was all.  She shouldn’t jump to conclusions.  It could be anything.

Michael reached out and his fingers brushed a strand of her hair from her face. “Lisa…you look so pretty…gorgeous. Can we not spoil our evening by talking about her?  I promise we’ll talk about all that stuff later.”

‘Later’ had the odd quality of moving further and further into the land next to ‘when hell freezes over.’

“Well, we keep saying that, but time ticks by and all we do is screw around.”

Michael smirked, and finally there was laughter back in his eyes again. “Yeah….so?  We do that so well, though.”

How to resist those eyes and that smile? Lisa laughed and caught his hand still playing with her hair.

“You would tell me if something serious, I mean something important was going on, right? You wouldn’t blindside me? String me along…right?”

His eyes shone back with her with sincerity and something she could not name. Sorrow? Regret? No, he was tired. He had too much going on. 

“Lisa, I love you so much. I’d never string you along.  If there’s something you want to know, just ask.”

Oh, this was so ‘Michael’- he put the burden of proof solidly in her hands.  So, all she had to do was ask, then? Was it that simple?  How bad could it be if he offered it up like that?

Yeah Lisa, you coward.  So much for you being such a straight shooter. Danny is right. You are a sniffling coward when it comes to Michael. If there’s nothing to fear, nothing you think he’s hiding, just ask.

Lisa took a deep breath. 

“Okay…fine.  Michael, is Debbie…”  She stopped.  Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it.

Michael chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Okay, the first dive to the bottom had not been successful. Time to resurface and take another gulp.

“Is she…anemic, or sick or something?”

Surprise registered on Michael’s face and his eyes widened at the out he was just handed. “Is Deb anemic?” he repeated slowly.

You stupid little coward. Really?  That was your question? 

Well, that could be it. She just had a baby.  And iron makes people sick. And he had said she had been sick before.  So…

“So, is that it?”

“Yeah…something like that.  Lisa…I…she… I mean, we…you know…how I…” Michael took a deep breath this time. Looked like it was his turn to jump in head first.

At that point the door opened and Carlos peeked in. They were both saved by the bodyguard. Or, damned to keep guessing, in her case.

“Are you ready, boss?  Looks like things have calmed down out back, so I think we can make an unnoticed break if we move now.”

Michael looked at Lisa and seemed hesitant.  She could feel it. If she asked, he would not lie.  He seemed ready.  The problem was, she was very unsure if she was.  Was this the right time for that talk they had been postponing?  This perfect night he promised her?  No, it was ok.  She didn’t want to know right now whatever else was going on. If there even was anything else to know.  He was right. They could talk later.  Right now, she wanted to enjoy their planned evening out. And she wanted to take any thoughts of Debbie, of Danny, her mother, and whatever was ailing Deb and lock them up in some deep, dark, prison.  Like a dying person she reached for the last rays of the divine, blinding, determined to enjoy their glorious rays glory before eternal night would strike once again. Then again- who knew: every sunset is followed by a sunrise.  Especially, if the ominous looking clouds were nothing but insignificant afternoon storms.

“You heard the man, Mike, let’s move.” Lisa stepped back and picked up her purse.

Something similar to relief registered on Michael’s face, and he reached for his jacket and his fedora. Then he turned and also grabbed a bag she had not noticed on the other side of the sofa. What was he up to now?

They walked out behind Carlos.

“Hey, Lisa. Just to let you know: This plan of ‘peace and quiet’ involves us going out back, ok?” Michael reached for her hand and gave her cold fingers a squeeze she returned.  There- that’s all that was important. The here and now.  His concern.  It was so sweet how sensitive he was to her previous complaint about being hidden away.

“Do I have to be stuffed into a crate, or covered up with an old, dusty rug?” Lisa winked up at Michael as Carlos laughed.

“Not, if you behave.”

“Promise. – And fine, I guess we can make an alley escape if it gives us some privacy. – This time.” She shot Michael a playful sulking look.

“You will get so much privacy you’ll get sick of it tonight, Princess.”

There, they were back to joking. Some invisible titanium gate held those threatening skies at bay. The flood could drown them later. Right now she planned on evading whatever lurked behind curtain one.

They made it out of the hotel through the kitchen and hurried to the SUV. No one was out back or followed the car- it was a small miracle. 

“Hey cool- we did it.” Michael sank into the seat, after having been glued to the rear window.

“Did you think it wouldn’t? Or are you disappointed it did?” Lisa loved to call Michael on his conflicted relationship with having his fans around. On one hand, he proclaimed he needed more privacy- on the other hand, he thrived on the love surrounding him and very much encouraged being followed all over. 

“You, Miss Presley- just cannot appreciate when a perfectly executed plan comes together.”

Lisa laughed. “Sue me.”

“Oh no…” Michael leaned over and moved closer to her, kissing first her cheek, the moving in a hot trail to her ear. “I have so many other ways to punish you, girl,” he whispered lowly, causing shiverbumps to race up and down her spine.  When Michael’s lips finally descended on her lips, she kissed him back with abandon, banning any and all thoughts.  All that counted was the crazy feeling of his mouth on her, his lips caressing her, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. 

“Oh crap…” Carlos’ voice caused Michael to break away, as Lisa fell against him weakly, hiding her face in his jacket. 

“What?- Car trouble?” They had stopped at a red traffic light.

“No- we just were spotted by some fans. So much for a clean getaway.” 

Michael looked over and laughed, recognizing the small group, waving to them.  “Oh, they’re fine. They won’t give our secret away.”

Was it her imagination or did he seem almost happy to have been spotted. Oh well- Lisa really did not care, as long as they weren’t mobbed like earlier.  Laughing, Lisa also waved until the light turned green and they drove off.

“So- where are we going?”

“We’re not. We’re driving. Hey- you never said if you’re…” Michael moved in closer again and whispered into her ear, “…are wearing anything under that lovely dress.”

His hand came to rest on her knee and his warm fingers drew small circles on her knee cap. 

“Wouldn’t you love to know…” Lisa smiled at him wickedly.

“How ‘bout I explore a bit and find out?” His hand ascended on her silk clad leg.

“What ever happened to keeping things mysterious?” Lisa’s hand came to rest on top of his.  “You know- to keep things interesting.”

Michael smirked, “Don’t worry girl, I’ll keep things interesting enough for you. Now…” He leaned in and kissed her again, “…be a good girl and open your legs so I can see how decent you are tonight.”

Butterflies raced around Lisa’s stomach and their wings stirred all the right chords, causing little sparks of electric current to shit straight to her core.  With a little sigh, her hand fell away and she opened her thighs a bit. Fine.  Let him assuage his curiosity.

Both his hands were travelling up her legs at a very slow, teasing, tantalizing pace. The silk of her stocking magnified the sensation and Lisa felt hot liquid pooling between her legs.

“Michael…the driver….” She managed to squeak out.

Quickly, Michael reached over and closed the privacy curtain. Yeah. That was totally inconspicuous.  Now they would never know what the boss and Miss Presley were up to back there.  Sadly, all common sense was blown out of the water by the hot caress he inflicted.

Michael had reached the top of her silken stockings, and when she noticed he arched his eyebrows in appreciation at the lacey tops and flashed her that hot half smile, she almost came right then and there.

“Oh baby. I can’t wait to see you only in those…and your heels…bent over…showing me that swollen pussy… Letting me work you over just right…”

Her throat being dry, she was amazed she managed a little chuckle. “I thought we are going to dinner. And here you’re proposing all kinds of indecent depravities, Mister Jackson.” Lisa added a little southern drawl and Michael laughed. However, the fire in his dark eyes proved how serious he was. He had so much more on his mind than grabbing a bite to eat, obviously.

“Oh, we’re gonna eat, alright.  All kinds of delicious things. I still taste your sweet juices form earlier, baby. When I had my fingers buried inside of your tight little cunt, when you squeezed me with that hungry pussy of yours.”

God, his dirty talk was driving her crazy. She was total putty in his hands.  Hands, by the way, which had continued their little journey up her dress.  Well, while she had certainly been tempted to go without panties, she suspected he anticipated that move. So, she had decided to play a bit, and was wearing a black thong. It certainly wasn’t much more than nothing, but it was something. Michael’s face again registered surprise when he encountered the barrier.

“Well, look at that. You actually managed to dress all the way tonight.” His fingers traced the outline and she scooted a bit lower in an attempt to cause his fingers to touch her heated flesh.  Wouldn’t be the first time he had made a car ride oh so rewarding. “Even if it’s not much more…”

“Satisfied?” Lisa smiled at him sweetly, trying her best to hide her intense arousal.

“No, but I plan to be.” Michael leaned over and kissed her hard. “ Later.” With that, he removed his hands, straightening out her dress.

Lisa hit his shoulders.  Oh no he didn’t! This was the second time in hours he had teased her mercilessly.  He was so going to pay for that! She pouted for a minute and tried to ignore his satisfied grin.

“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Hard Rock…” Michael fidgeted in his seat, shifting around, and Lisa’s gaze fell to his pants. Well, good…in playing with her he had also stimulated himself into a nice situation.  Her hand reached over and she grabbed him hard, causing him to inhale sharply. Oh yeah, two could play that game.  She loved to feel his hard rod jumping in her hand.

“Appropriate…”

It was her turn to lean over and kiss him, and Michael engaged her tongue immediately, lifting his pelvis up to her grasp, as she played with him a bit, enjoying his little moans.

When they broke apart he stilled her hand with his. “You are one evil little woman, Lisa….”

“And you have a nice sized hard on going there, Michael. Guess you got all kinds of sprung during your little under wear check?”

“You just don’t have any clue what you do to me, do you?”

Whatever it was, his dark, deep voice caused that familiar trembling in her belly only he could evoke.

Before he could kiss her again, they noticed the car has stopped and there was a knock on the privacy window.
“Guess we gotta pick this back up later.”

Well, sure. Great.  She rolled her eyes, then a thought lifted her little frown.  As turned on as she was, she knew he was also pretty affected. Lisa had to giggle, thinking how walking was going to be so much more difficult for him than her. At times, it was great being a woman.  Perfect, divine, payback.

Michael gave her another quick peck and started to open the door to get out. Then he told his team to wait a minute and closed the door again, grinning over at Lisa with a look she knew meant trouble.

“What?”

“Take off your panties, Lisa.”

“What?” His deep voice went straight to her clit. God. If she took her panties off, she’d probably be dripping down her legs. What was he doing to her?

His hand reached out and made a gesture, indicating he was dead serious.

“Are you serious?” – Hey, it couldn’t hurt to double check.

His eyebrow rose and he looked awfully proud of himself. “Yep. Gimme your panties, Lisa. You won’t be needing them tonight.”

Lisa felt herself blushing. “Michael… in public?” Of course, she knew full well this was not the first time he asked her to go bare.  For some reason it always turned both of them on like crazy to know she was vulnerable to him- as well as accessible. Usually, this meant he planned to inflict all kinds of sweet torture on her body.  And she had so far never been sorry…

“That’s the point. I want to have that sweet pussy at my disposal…What’s wrong? Are you chicken?” His little mocking grin made up her mind for her. Chicken indeed.  She scooted and pulled the slightly moist thong off, handing it over to him with a challenging gaze.  He took the garment, and held it up to his face, smelling it with an evil glint in his eyes, before putting it in his pocket.

“God, you’re a pervert.”

“Hey- you handed them to me yesterday in the car…what’s the difference?”

Well, the difference was she had been ordered now to go half naked. And it turned her on like no tomorrow.

“Ready?” Michael turned and opened the door. God, she sure hoped she was.

As they walked in, Lisa noticed his team stopped at the front door.

“Michael,” she whispered to him. “Why are they stopping?”

“Cause I don’t want them to enjoy the view of the…gardens,” he whispered back.

“The what?” Lisa looked up at him in confusion while he grabbed her hand as the slightly flustered hostess led them to their table.

Michael looked down at her and winked, blushing, and she caught on to what he was talking about. Oh gosh. He was such a piece of work.  Really, she appreciated that he planned on keeping their playing at least semi-private.

Looking around, Lisa noticed the place was empty.

“It’s not that late yet is it? Are you already emptying out?”

“No, Madam, we are closed tonight for a special event. Per Mister Jackson’s request.”

The answer was directed at her no doubt, but the blond British cutie kept her eyes solidly on Michael the whole time.  And not always on his eyes, either.  Gosh, she could at least pretend she wasn’t thinking about ripping his clothes off.  Lisa rolled her eyes and made a little gesture behind the girl’s back, causing Michael to giggle and clear his throat. And to squeeze her hand. 
“Behave.”

Lisa looked up to him with huge innocent eyes. “What did you say, Mister Jackson.” She imitated the girl’s way of saying it, causing him to almost burst out laughing while elbowing her.

They walked to a side room not visible from the street.  Sure enough- there was not another soul in the restaurant.  Michael had not been kidding when he had said he wanted them to have an evening to themselves.  Well, good. Now, she didn’t feel quite so badly about the slight draft between her legs every time she took a step.  It felt so naughty and sexy to be this vulnerable. And accessible to him.

The little hostess stepped up to pull out a chair for Lisa- or at least Lisa assumed it was for her. No telling, given the way the chick had a hard time to not drool while fawning over Michael. Maybe Lisa should ask if they had those bibs with a catch all thingy the girl could wear.  Michael stepped over, and sweetly as always assured the girl that he had it, taking the chair, making sure he was the one seating Lisa. The perfect gentleman, as always. With her panties in his pocket. 

Once seated, Michael started a conversation about the decors, then the wine list, acting as if this was a run of the mill evening.  Lisa eyes him suspiciously, but played along. What in the world was he up to?  First he wanted her just about naked and now he acted as if they were in the middle of a state dinner?

The waitress, appeared and while slightly less flustered, also looked as if she wanted to take a piece of her famous guest home with her.

Sorry, babe. Every single part of that fine man is claimed already. You’re way too late.

Lisa hid behind her menu to keep from rolling her eyes at Michael, who was, as always, Mister Sweet and Innocent, happily signing an item from the giftstore for the woman, who, at second glance, was probably old enough to be his mother. Lisa was fairly certain that the server was a seasoned professional and normally did not gush over guests, but hey, Michael brought a little bit of the crazy out in everyone.

After they ordered their wine and appetizers, their water glasses were filled by a serious looking, tall server.

Lisa smiled sweetly up at the nice man and he politely smiled back.  Still his little side glance into her cleavage did not go unobserved.  Finally, someone noticed she was in this room as well.  Lisa waited until he had left, then scooted closer to Michael.

“Hey, look- they do have blokes here as well.”

“Blokes?” Michael burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I am picking up the language. I was beginning to wonder if you ordered an all-female staff.”

“ Of course. I wanted to see if it would turn you on to sit here surrounded by cute girls, half naked and all.” He whispered the last part while reaching over and softly running his index finger over her arm.

“I am not half naked, I have you know.” Lisa stuck her tongue out at him.  He was such a mess.  A sexy as fuck mess.

“Well, I bet if I reached under that dress I’d find evidence of something different.”

“And I bet if I reached over into that chair I would see something growing just at the thought of me getting to air my goodies out.”

“Well, you never know- you are too far away…”

Lisa picked up her chair and moved it closer to him again around the round table, coming to sit almost next to him while still being able to observe his face. 

“You’re never far from my reach, Michael…” Lisa extended her foot and ran it up and down his leg under the table in a teasing motion.

His eyes darkened and he reached for her hand, bringing it up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand softly, before nibbling on her finger. When his tongue surrounded her sensitive finger tips, she felt the touch throw that hot spiral starting to dance inside her belly into motion. 

Michael leaned forward. “Lisa… Your skin tastes so sweet… only one thing tastes sweeter.”

Lisa’s free hand dropped down and found his long leg under the table. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

Michael still kissed and nibbled on her fingers, now sucking one into his mouth suggestively, his hot tongue gliding against it.

“Isn’t someone playful tonight?” Lisa smiled over at him, her hand squeezing higher up on his thigh.

Lisa could tell Michael looked past her to the entrance to the room, making sure no one was disturbing them.

“Lisa, be a good girl and touch yourself. I wanna get a little appetizer.” His voice was soft dark velvet, hitting all kinds of chords inside, stirring her senses.

Holding his fiery gaze, Lisa leisurely moved her hand from his leg down to her own, making sure she pushed back from the table a bit so he could get a better view of the action. Not for a moment did she doubt they had the privacy allowing such dangerous play: she trusted Michael implicitly knowing if he, by his words and actions, gave the green light for some risqué play, it was perfectly safe to do so.

Moving her hand higher brought the light fabric of the dress up on her leg, and she adored the little spark in his dark eyes.

“You there?”

In reply, Lisa bit the outside of her lip, tracing her lips, feeling the developing dew.

Michael smiled, reading her answer correctly. “Ok, I want you to slide them along that tight little snatch, make sure you’re getting it prepared…”

“Prepared for?” Lisa was surprised at her own voice.  It sounded clouded by lust already. Just like her pussy was getting affected by his orders and the glow of his eyes on her.

“Well…for whatever. It’s always good to be ready for whatever surprises may come your way.” Michael licked his lips, and caused a conditioned response, as her pussy seemed to jump.

“Ok, Lisa, put it in… Is it wet? Are you hot for me, girl?”

Lisa tried her best to keep a calm pokerfaced even as the fire had been lit solidly under the cauldron. The master warlock had spoken the magic words – the dance around the volcano had once again begun.

“Hmmm…” Was Lisa’s response as she watched him from beneath hooded eyes.

Michael took a sip of his wine.

“That’s enough…let me have a taste.”

Half drugged, Lisa removed her hand, and he grasped it lightly, bringing it to his mouth, starting to at first kiss, then lick it. “Hm…oh baby…I can taste how you are getting turned on… I can always tell when that honey starts flowing.”

The sight of him lapping her juices as his tongue caressed her finger didn’t do anything to cool her down.  Was this dinner over yet? Why in the world had she agreed to go out? Staying in suddenly seemed to be the much more desirable option. They’d be in bed now, for sure. Or at least naked. Not that this was not an interesting evening.

Michael glanced over her shoulder again, kissed her hand one more time, and then let it go seconds before their server brought out their appetizer. Lisa picked her napkin up and put it on the table. Rising, the asked the waitress for direction to the restroom.  Thanks to Michael the pervert, she had to wash her hands again.

“I can show you. I gotta go anyway.” Michael volunteered.

Lisa gave him a funny look and he giggled, “To the men’s room, silly. They are side by side.”

“How do you know?”
“I was here before.”

“Oh yeah?”

Michael grabbed her hand and pulled her along.  “Yeah, last time, I took a half naked woman here and…”

Lisa stopped and glared at him. “Not funny, Michael.”

Michael laughed and pulled her close in the dark hall, kissing her.

“Seriously, girl? You got nothing to be jealous about. I’m just playing with y’a.”

“Well, I prefer the playing you did earlier.”

Michael kissed her again, pulling her close. “Yeah, I did, too.”

Lisa opened the door to the ladies’ room and blew him a kiss.  No sooner had the door closed behind her, did it burst open again and Michael scooted in, locking the door behind him.

“Michael! What in the world? Are you lost?” Lisa protested, not really as upset as her voice pretended to be.

He laughed. “No, silly. But hey, no one here but us, so who cares?”

“Oh, and what? British waitressing staff at the Hard Rock Café won’t sell lurid stories of Michael Jackson skulking into the women’s bathroom?”

“That’s why I let you go in first and then made sure it’s safe.  Yee of little faith. Plus, I didn’t’ skulk. I entered in a covert manner.”

He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Lisa sank against him, laughing.

“Michael- I swear, I don’t know what I will do with you.”

“Kiss me, baby girl… Further instructions will follow…”

“Michael….” Lisa broke away to catch her breath, then engaged in kissing his amazing neck.

“Hm?...” His hands roamed her back, then returned to her hips, grabbing her ass, pulling her into him.

“Have you ever gotten a blow job in a bathroom?”

“Well….there was this woman I was married to once, and she had this crazy habit of surprising me.”

Lisa continued to lick his skin, tracing that little hollow in his throat, before starting to kiss his neck some more, biting and nibbling as he encouraged her with little moans. “Do go on…” she whispered between caresses.

“Well, she did this thing where she snuck into that bathroom in a restaurant in Paris…” One hand caressed her ass while the other came around and casually started to play with her cleavage, tracing the edge of the low cut material, then the lace of her bra, then dipping further, squeezing the fullness in the palm of his hand, while his thumb played with the quickly hardening nipple. In retaliation, Lisa reached between them and started to undo his belt and his zipper.

“That was a daring thing to do. Why in the world would she follow you?” Lisa managed to form the words between little moans. God, the juices were definitely watering the garden Michael talked about earlier, and she fidgeted, trying to keep them from seeping out and running down her legs. Of course, the memory Michael invoked played a significant part in her arousal.  Lisa had managed to unbutton his pants and pull his fly open, as she reached inside, finding him hard and full.

“Well, she had this thing for role playing and she thought it would be great to give her husband, the King of Pop, a taste of being devoured by a famished fan girl.”

“Oh really? And how come that sexy husband of hers didn’t’ know how that would be already- if he was such a star?”

Michael shifted and turned his attention to her other breast now. His hand on her ass started to lift the little dress and she felt cool air greeting her naked behind.

“Because he kept himself pure for that one, amazing, all-consuming love of his life.”

Lisa looked up at him, for a moment touched by his words.

See? He loves me. He always has.  Why could I never believe that?

Lisa swallowed, then reached into his pants and freed his hard, pulsing length, causing him to sigh in that sexy little way that always flooded her completely.

“And then she corrupted him?” Lisa slowly sank to her knees, pulling his and boxers down slightly. Michael’s hands came to rest on her shoulders as he urged her down, their eyes soldered together by the white hot flame of their lust.

“Totally…” His voice was laden with passion and Lisa took great pleasure drinking in the heady dark potion of his gaze as she licked his length from his tight balls to the tip glistening with precum, holding him in her hand with the pressure he loved.

“Wicked woman…” Her tongue surrounded the mushroom head and she danced around it, making sure to take time to lick the sensitive ridge before finally dipping into the salty opening with the tip, enjoying both the taste of his male essence and his sigh, carrying her name.

Teasing him a little longer, Lisa finally took as much of him as she could into her mouth, allowing him to hit her throat, while sucking hard, feeling him shiver.

“Baby girl…when you suck me, there’s …shit….there’s nothing like it. Oh Gosh…”

Lisa played a little while longer, bringing him close, feeling him jerk against her, enjoying the distending of his veins against her tongue.

“Lise…baby….stop…. I don’t wanna do it in here….oh crap….”

Lisa smiled against him, going up and down a couple of times more, but slowing the movement and easing up on her grip.  Finally, she returned to licking him gently, before he urged her to rise, pulling her against him, kissing her hungrily first, then slowing the kiss, just holding her against him.

“Girl, you blow my mind. You can’t possibly know how much I love you.”

“Well, if you love me half as much as I love you, it’s pretty damn much.” Lisa pulled his pants up and started to help him button it all back up. Michael stopped her announcing, she might as well leave it open as he still had to go to the bathroom.

“If I manage to get it soft enough…” he giggled while blushing.  “One more little kiss…come here, girl.”

Laughing, Lisa did just that and enjoyed his lips and tongue on her, floating in the cotton candy security of his taste and his embrace.  Finally, she had to announce she came here for a reason, and they both took care of business. A moment later, washing their hands, standing side by side, Lisa felt Michael’s eyes on her in the mirror with that glance that foretold he was up to something.

She looked up at him in the looking glass. “What now?”

“Hey, so…I got some…toys myself the other day.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Toys? At the store?”

“Yeah, but not the one we went to with the kids.” His eyes danced and laughed in the golden light reflected back at her.

“Michael…” her tone was a mixture of warning and challenge.

“Lisa….” He imitated her and continued to hold eye-contact.

“What are you up to?”

“Me?” He laughed again, pretending to be all innocent, while she could tell from the glint in his eyes that he had some amazing plan he wanted to follow.

“Fess up.”

“You trust me?”

Was that a trick question?  And how was she supposed to answer that one? With what? Her body? Yes, absolutely.  Her heart…that one was more difficult.

Michael dried his hands and picked her up in a quick, surprising move, placing her on the wide, cold counter. Lisa yelped in surprise and he hushed her with a quick kiss.

Stepping in between her legs, his hands came to rest on her knees, then traced a seductive path up her thighs just as he had done earlier in the car.

“Michael, our food is getting cold.”

“Well, then hurry up and let me do this.”

“Do what?”

Surely he didn’t want a quick fuck in the restroom. That was usually not his style at all.

“Close your eyes…”

“Fat chance.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, rendering her dizzy. “C’mon on, girl. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Lisa held steady for several moments while he continued to steal her breath and her mind with his kisses and touches oh so close to her weeping center. When she finally surrendered, he murmured a “good girl,” before touching the outside of her already blossoming sex.

God, was this it? Was his grandiose plan to make her cum in a bathroom?  And after she had taken it easy on him? She thought she notice him pause,  then felt a cold sensation at her pouting lips. And not the ones in her face.

“Michael….” She sighed against him, not wanting to make a noise.

“Shht…” He kissed her neck, then licked a hot path to her ear.

“Relax, princess… I’ll let you play with a toy for a while. So, you don’t get bored during dinner…”

The cold, smooth object started to glide up and down her slippery folds, and Lisa moaned against the touch. It felt to be about two inches long, and smooth.  When Michael arrived at her opening, he whispered to relax against her, before making sure her own fluids lubricated the object.  Her breath quickened and her heart rate started to race as she felt like she inhaled boiling gulps of pure lust. Michael’s fingers found her and she made a small sound when he started to rub her gently, lubricating her more.

“That’s my girl. So responsive already…  That pussy all wet and tight.”

“Michael…what…” Lisa managed to moan, her eyes still closed, lost in the jungle of sensations.

When he finally moved his fingers, he replaced them with the unyielding object, and, from previous experience, Lisa was pretty sure he inserted a bullet vibrator into her body.  So, he had not been kidding about toys. Only- there were two kinds. Those with cables attacked and a small operating unit at the other hand, and those inserted and activated with a remote.  Depending on his game plan, she was about to find out.

“Does that feel good, baby? You like feeling a bit fuller?  I want you to keep that right there in your pussy. Hold it tight for me, okay?” His fingers played with her a bit longer, sliding back and forth across her slit, passing her clit several times, making her jump and cry out.

Finally, he removed his fingers, making her moan in protest.

Her eyes flew open. “So, now what?”

“Now we’re going back inside. Our food is getting cold, you know.”

“Are you gonna go in with that hard on like that?” Lisa motioned down with a grin. Sure, she was still trembling from his administrations, but he sure as hell was turned on equally.  Well, maybe not totally equally. After all he didn’t have a toy shove up his cunt. 

Lisa reached down and put her hand on him feeling his heat radiate through the fabric. “Gosh, Daddy, you’re so hard. Sure you don’t want me to take care of that right now…” She leaned in and kissed him once more, savoring the gliding of their tongues against each other.

“You know what? You go ahead and I wait a couple of minutes. Pretend someone non-sexy deserving of utmost respect is  joining us for dinner? Like… the Dalei Lama or Mother Theresa…”

“Or someone as unsexy as a cold shower to you…like Debbie, or my mother…” Lisa suggested helpfully. 

Michael laughed. “There you go. And who knows, if nothing helps, you could always drop some eating utensil and start an exploration under the table.  I hear they have snakes here tonight.”

Lisa laughed, and he lifted her off the counter. It felt slightly funny to stand upright with the bullet inside her body, shifting inside her, rubbing against her walls as she squeezed her muscles, holding it in.

“Can you walk ok?” Michael leaned against the sink and watched her with passion fired eyes. 

“Can I walk ok…I could dance and jump and still hold that puppy in.” Lisa tossed her hair and sauntered to the door, making sure to give him a nice view of her ass swaying in that sexy little dress, causing the flouncy skirt to bounce around her curves.  Gosh, walking sure was stimulating as the little intruder rubbed her in all the right ways.  She felt her pussy becoming even wetter. 

Just as she reached for the doorknob a jolt went through her as the little toy inside started to vibrate, causing her to freeze. “Fucking hell….” The sensation went from her core to the belly and back to her clit.

“Say what?”

Lisa opened the door and turned her head, feeling her cheeks heated and her insides turning to jello.  No doubt, Michael had just activated a remote control.  He held a small, black device and had a dirty grin on his face. “Guess it works.”

Lisa swallowed hard and opened the door.  This was going to be one interesting evening.  Michael laughed and then the buzzing stopped. At least he allowed her to make it to the table. She only hoped she would do so without leaving some kind of trail. 

Somehow she made it back and took a huge gulp of her wine, feeling the toy warm rest against her inside, pressing against her opening as she set down.  Lisa felt on fire, her pussy was pulsing, her nipples were at attention as she tried her best to calm herself.

Minutes later, Michael emerged from the corridor, looking cool as a cucumber.  However, the fire blazing at her from those dark eyes was not lost on her.

The waitress came and checked if everything was ok. Michael assured her they were fine and asked for a refill on their wine glasses.  Then, as he inquired how long it would be until the main course.  Totally inconspicuously,  his hand went down to his pocket again. Lisa followed his every move, holding her breath, preparing herself for the next onslaught of pleasure. Would he really do this with another person in the room?  God, she hoped the buzzing was hidden by her body.  Watching him like a hawk, she barely dared to breathe.  Then…nothing happened. 

As her breath started to come in little gasps, Michael waited till the waitress left and, per his instructions, shut the door behind her.  Lisa had a suspicion she knew exactly why he had asked about the time till the next course- and had made sure he pointed out that they would need no further attention until then. 

Michael stared at Lisa across the table, taking another sip of his wine.  Lisa stared at him, her lips slightly open. 

“All alone, babygirl… Why don’t you try the food…”

“Cause I know you will turn it on just as I reach for something and you’ll piss yourself thinking it’s funny that I drop it…”

“Turn what on?”

“Michael….You are such an ass. ” She glowered at him.

He laughed again, obviously having a grand ole time.

Lisa rolled her eyes and took a hold of her glass, enjoying the taste and smell of her red wine.

“Lisa…look at me.”

Their eyes met across the table. 

“There you go…I wanna watch you while I make you cum… Put your hands on the table baby- and enjoy the ride.”

With that, the buzzing started and Lisa tried to hold perfectly still- willing her body to relax.  Michael’s eyes were locked to hers and threatened to swallow her whole as the turned the little vibrator on a higher setting, making her moan as her legs fell open. The cool air meeting her calescent pussy drove her crazy.

Within minutes, Lisa’s body became flooded with sensations reverberating through her.  Gripping on to the table, the greatest turn on however, was the man across from her, never leaving her eyes.

When she gripped the edge of the table, racing headfirst into the blinding light, she knew it was only the beginning of a night she was not likely to forget in a very long time.  Before all logical thoughts were totally blocked out from her universe, she reminded herself to take it all in- to take him all in, as she very well knew all that bliss of the current moment could all be ripped away by the tsunami of undiscovered truths lurking in the shadows.

(to be continued)

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