XTREME DESIRE

Xtreme Desire

(part of the XXX Chronicles)

PART ONE

Author's Note: Time for another story involving the XXX Club. This one will be self-contained, but it starts after events of XXX unfolded.  If you are curious or have missed that story you find it listed in the XXX Chronicles Tab above. 

This is pure fiction. Some events, such as the BAD Tour, are obviously real, others, have been altered, moved (like John Branca's wedding which was moved from January 88 to July 1988), or are product of my overactive mind. Thanks for reading and enjoy. Oh- if the menage a trois featured in XXX is not your thing...give this installment one a try anyway...despite the intro. Don't judge a book by it's cover... :)  Have fun! <3 Erika

 July 1988- Somewhere in Europe 

Those eyes: crazy making, insanity sparking, sucking me in, holding me in place.  A drugging, honey trap with searing, hidden spikes.  You’d think her mask would conceal the sparkling sapphires, but they were like stars keeping me fixated in their spell.  The sole sentinels on my sexual horizon.  She wore her mask and not much else – unless one counted the pair of black thigh-high stockings and crazy black high heels with the golden buckles as clothing. To me, they weren't considered clothing; they were decoration- and stimulation.

Of course, I really didn’t need any extra stimulation in the situation I currently was embroiled in.  The lobster in the pot doesn’t asked for the flame to burn higher. Not while on my knees, my cock buried in her hot, wet, scorching pussy. Lisa… Her name almost made me come, and I realized the breathed syllable had escaped my head and tumbled over my lips into the room like a sexy billow of smoke.  She smiled an almost misplaced, shy smile, before licking those pouting lips.

Oh, that slick little pink tongue…I knew the trip it was about take and sparks skipped all over my nervous system.  Her friend Mona, on hands and knees, was the intended lucky recipient.  That gorgeous ass pointed at me, her snatch visible to my view, she was hovering above Lisa who was moaning from being screwed hard and fast by my tortured cock. It was cool that ever since I had found out Lisa’s real name, I simply had moved the name I had been wrongly given to her friend. And as long as her name wasn’t George, it was all good.

“Eat her out, girl, make her cum.  I wanna see you both screaming at the same time…”

I shivered from scorching heat, feeling as if I breathed out pure ice.  Obviously, sexual desire spun me in a whirlwind that would allow such mixed sensations. Nothing made sense in that universe. But everything was sensual. Pure and undiluted experience.  Dirty and hot…unimaginable and without regret.

Reaching forward, I caressed the silken dark caramel globes offered to me, and I spread them wide, marveling in her juices coating her thighs now.  Fascinated, I honed in on Lisa’s hands, reaching up to grab those plumb tits.  God, how I loved to see her tiny hands on Mona’s boobs, playing with the nipples, pulling and tweaking them. Mona moaned and looked back at me, her green eyes glossy and playful, high from sex. 

Applying slight pressure I pushed Mona toward Lisa’s greedy mouth and felt my rod inside the heat twitch and expand at the sight.  Lisa wasted no time.  My little starving cat started eating from the dripping milk with passion now, just as I pulled her legs up higher, making sure I hit end, hammering all her spots, making her whimper and cry out while she licked and suckled her friend into heaven.  This was delicious, depraved torture, and I could not figure out if I wanted to prolong the heat squeezing my dick or launch her off into those thrilling convulsions I craved.  Several hard strokes and circular movement of my pelvis brought on the earthquake.  Both girls came at about the same time, and while I let Lisa ride out her climax, I slowed my movements, still caressing Mona’s ass, playing with that cool, firm flesh now adorned with goosebumps. Lisa licked her languidly now, her eyes feasting on me, waiting for my next move.

I withdrew slowly, causing Lisa to cry out and convulse around me again. Her heat was tight and swollen, making it hard despite her dripping juices to escape the grip.  Man, this girl was something.  Hot and responsive didn't begin to describe her.  Looking down, I admired how her juices decorated my cock like dew on a spring morning.  The girls kissed, Mona licking her cum off Lisa’s lips.  Dang! This was so friggin hot! Their little tongues sent sharp jolts through me. 

My hand reached down and I stroked myself deliberately. Really, it wasn't as if I was gonna go soft as long as this show continued.  Without efforts, I stayed hard and ready.  The night was not over.  Not by a longshot.

With a silly smirk, I cleared my throat.  Didn't want them to accidentally forget I was still here. And horny as all get out.

 “Feeling left out?” That dark voice, so mismatched to her sweet little body, made me grow harder still. 

Laughing, Lisa leaned over and kissed me.  I could still taste the tangy spice of Mona’s honey.  Mona, in the meantime, busied herself cleaning Lisa’s juices off my hyper sensitive, pulsing cock. I shivered.  Dang, dang, dang... This was too good... Sighing into Lisa’s mouth, I felt her starting to grin beneath my kiss.

“You like that, don’t you.  You wanna fuck her now? I know you’ve been thinking ‘bout it.  Come on…show her what you got. I’m not gonna be jealous…too much."  Her tone was dark and had that sweet, slow slur pulling me deeper into the tar pit.

Do Mona? Fucking hell! Hell yeah! Shit no! My head spun.  Then the wheel stopped and the ball bounced into the winning slot. Why not?   No... I mean...I really shouldn’t- but I simply could not resist.  Plus, well, what could one time hurt? I was surely going to hell for all this anyway.  Not like this thing between Lisa and me was exclusive, and it wasn't fair to leave poor Mona out like that. Downright rude. There was enough love to go around... And it grew even more after that offer. So, while I did not agree…hey, I also didn’t turn down the option.

I reclined and the girls started to lick me clean, taking turns sucking me into their mouths, licking the tortured head of my dick, fondling my balls.  Shit!

Too much. I started to get dizzy again. There hadn’t been enough blood up in my head for a while now.  Shit, who cared! As long as my cock was standing hard and high.  It was pulsing and ready again- and the girls didn’t ease up one bit. I had to close my eyes to keep from erupting. 

Before I knew what was happening, Lisa held my cock in her hand, stroking it up and down, kissing Mona, who, straddled me, facing away, her knees at my side, her ass sinking down, taking me with her tight, hot cunt.  Fucking hell!  She was all heat and pressure. Not quite as tight as Lisa, but nice and slick, squeezing me with her walls already.

“Holy shit…that feels so…oh shit…big boy…crap…” Mona took me in and her body froze.  Lisa kissed me and I played with her breasts while Mona picked up a nice rhythm, coming back to life. Good, I had hoped my size was not too shocking for her. But hey, she seemed content.

Every now and then I peeked down, and watched my straining, wet cock appear as she raised herself in an expertly controlled manner, all the way to the tip of my cock, then slamming herself down.  Her hair cascaded down her back, tickling my thighs… Her waist was so tiny, and I rested one hand there, enjoying the play of her obliques under my fingers. Still, I was missing something…

Ah, flash of genius!

“Lisa..let me eat you, baby….I wanna see you cum again…”

For some odd reason it was important to me to make sure she was taken care of.  Why in the world did her feelings matter?

“You better- you wanna make sure I don’t go all green, watching you giving it to my friend here…God, how sexy is it to see you fuck her like that…look how wet your cock is…how it stretches her hole...shit..." Lisa traced a line from my navel to my crotch;  to the place Mona was connected to me.

Mona turned around and winked at me, her face flushed and her eyes sparkly.  “Fuck, Lisa… No wonder you have been guarding this not so little secret…he feels so good…holy fuck…”

“Don’t get too used to him…” Lisa smirked and straddled my chest, bringing her little pussy up to my face, driving me crazy with her gyrating movements, drugging me with her amazing flavor.

Within minutes I felt her tightening around my fingers and my tongue… Her arousal and her movements, coupled with the silken torture of Mona riding me, drove me all the way to the brink. I felt as if I was standing at the edge of a sun baked cliff, hearing the water roar below, feeling the cooling, tantalizing spray hit my face... How to hold back? How to not jump into the beckoning cool depths? Impossible!

“Oh fuck…shit…I can’t stand this…Imma cum, girl…”

Just when the familiar tightening of my balls took my breath away I noticed the ringing of something.  Fuck, not now… I surged up into Mona while I felt Lisa tightening around my tongue.  My fingers were busy with her clit and she started to cum, screaming my name.

“Michael…”

“Oh yeah baby….oh shit…..Lisa…” I started contracting as the fire exploded and I felt the hot ejaculation rack me, my cum being forced from me in spurts, the sensation driving me almost insane.

“Michael…..” Oh, yeah, Mona was getting hers as well, and started screaming my name.  That’s it girl…see what you been missing….

“Michael!”

I sat up with a start and almost hit my head on the unfamiliar shelf thing above my head. What the fuck? That was not a girl’s voice. It was a guy.  A familiar one...

Bush? What the heck?

“Michael! Are you deaf?  Are you ok? You better be dead-- no other excuse will do right now."

My breath came in hot gasps.  If I had been dead, I sure as hell didn't want to come back to life right now.  Talk about being denied the light! Except, seemed like I hadn't been denied at all.

I looked down on myself and noticed I had just ejaculated all over myself.  Wonderful. Crap!

Slowly, I attempted to orient myself.  Ok, it was all coming back to me.  I was not at the XXX at all- and I was sure as hell not with Mona or Lisa.  I was on tour in a strange hotel- with a weird shelf-like head board that had just about busted my head open. 

“Michael! If you don’t answer, I am getting security to break down the damn door!”

Where in the heck was the fire? Breaking the door down seemed a bit excessive.

Fuck! My eyes flew to the clock.  I guess I had finally, somehow fallen asleep.  I noticed the tabloid article with Lisa Marie’s eyes staring at me by my side.  Dammit! No wonder I had dreamt about her.  And here I thought I had been all healed of any desire for threesomes.  Guess the mind was a crazy place. Or a very dirty one in my case.  And I didn’t intend on cleaning it now!

“Ok, Mike- we are breaking the door down.”

Christ! Why was everyone over-reacting like this?  Not like they knew what sexual depravity was running amok in my brain and wanted to rescue me from insanity. Too late for that, anyway.  I was hooked…

“Wardrobe, chill! Stop it! I’m here- I’m awake.  Jeeze! I just feel asleep- gimme a break.  I’ll be right there!” 

Reaching for the comforter, I cleaned myself off. 

I was a mess! Literally and figuratively. 

And I was late for rehearsal.

The show must go on.  Whether I was hounded by blue eyes and a sexy pout or not. 

XXXXXXX

“So, you will be able to make it right?”

“John, of course! I promised!  Don’t you trust me?”

Was that a snort?

"It's not about trust, Mike. It's about this ever growing wedding. This thing is out of control, man! Do you know how many designs of ice-statues there are? Or how many shades of pink? A color's a color- why do ladies have to complicate things like that?"

I had to laugh at his tone.  How funny to hear this calm and collected man turn absolutely stir crazy about the prospect of being married. And here they said brides needed straightjackets.    John moved the date of his wedding like three times already, who knew if it was really gonna happen.  Well, I suspected his wife- to-be had moved it, as us poor saps usually just went along with the plan.  And as luck would have it, this had moved the grand event slam into the middle of my tour.  Fortunately, I could actually fly back and make it to the next venue without problems. 

If you don’t get side-tracked.

I made a face. Why the hell would I get side-tracked?  Not like I had anything to return to in the States.  Or anyone… Nope, I was unattached and free.   I had Brooke kind of on stand-by for public appearances, but we were the best of friends with an understanding. Sure, I had at one point had a little puppydog crush on her, but she had made it clear she was not interested in me that way.  Come to think of it, it was probably for the best.  As I had found out, my taste ran way darker.   Sweet, innocent girls like Brooke didn't seem to do it these days. 

Unless she is lying, too…

No, I had to get my cynicisms in check. Just because one seemingly sweet girl had transformed into a …

Stopping the thoughts, I was not able to pinpoint a fitting word.  What had Lisa transformed into? She was not a hooker, she was not a whore… As a matter of fact, she wasn’t anything I did not see in the mirror when I staring at my own reflection during those horrific sleepless nights.

“Mike, are you still there?”

“Oh. Yes, John, sure.  So…anyone else I know gonna be there?”

Why was I such an idiot?  Why not simply ask? 

Will Lisa Marie Presley be there…

And then what?  What if he answered?  I guess that would mean decision time.  Of course, how in the world could I make such a decision when I was not even able to define which answer I needed to make sure to take my assigned spot as best man next to John?

“Lots of folks you know will be there.  Your friend David.  Oh, I think Diana Ross RSVP-ed…”

In my head, the needle on the record screeched to a halt.

Now, that I had not expected! Why in the world would Diana be there?  Crap- had I promised to call her before I left?  I had no clear idea what had happened since the day I had discovered Lisa Marie Presley and I shared so much more than our little innocent history of a  backstage meeting when she was six. 

Like her cuming all around me first via a tv screen, then with her lovely friend right there, and then, with me buried inside her dripping, hot, snug…

“Michael, really- if you can’t make it, I totally understand. I know how taxing those tours are for you. But please let me know, so I can have someone else fill in. And then suits have to be refitted and...so yeah...let me know." John's panic was too funny and I tried not to giggle.

But no. Oh hell to the no! Nobody was going to fill in for me. And really, maybe it was time to find out how the little Miss Presley had processed the information I had imparted on her.  And how would she act now that she knew? 

God, I had been wrecking my brain trying to figure out why the little heiress had been skulking around in a high class sex club.  The papers kept talking about her little dalliance with that young dude with the funny, poufy dark hair.  Some sort of 'musician.' Was she serious about him? If so- what was up with her little shows?  Sure, I had read she was wild.  But man, I wondered how many people knew how really wild she truly was.

And what would she do with the fact that she had fucked me of all people?  Would she spill the beans?  Well, probably not- how could she do that without giving herself away.  Despite everything, she seemed real sweet, so I doubted she would make a big deal publicly. However, how would she react if we came face to face again? And what about the club? I mean, not that I had plans to go back again.

Oh, no, of course, you didn't. Which is why you had a suite reserved for the time you'll be back. That was just to keep your membership active. Wouldn't want Madame X to get mad and reveal certain leverage...

“Michael- did we lose connection?”

I swallowed and set my chin.  No, everything was coming through loud and clear. 

“John- I’m here. And I’ll be there for the wedding. You can count on me. I ain’t gonna let you march into the glorious gates of marriage without me by your side.  It’ll be a blast. Only- can you do me a favor? Could you not fill anyone in on who your best man is ahead of time? I think it will be so lovely to have that be a surprise.”

“Are you saying you don’t want my wedding to be a warzone of helicopters and paparazzi repelling onto the grounds just because word got out? You are a true friend, Mike.”

Well, there was that, too.  But even better: I adored a good old sneak attack!

XXXXXXX

Los Angeles, California, 1988

“So, you’re sure you will go through with this, hm?  No last minute escapes or anything?”  I teased John as I messed up his tie for the fifth time.

“Michael! Do you really know what you’re doing? You don’t seem to be no expert…”

I giggled at his double negative. He should have thrown a third “no” in- cause I had no clue how to tie this thing.

“I’m not! I have people dressing me, you know. And it don’t take no rocket scientist to pull on the shirts I wear in my time off.”

“So why did you offer to help with the tie?” His voice was all panicked now.

I laughed, “Because I thought it would be fun to freak you out more. Man, chill, will y’a?  This is only the rehearsal dinner. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” John rolled his eyes, then stepped away from me, taking over the highly delicate business of tying his silk tie. 

I laughed again and shot him a dirty grin. “Patience, man. I’m sure tomorrow night will make up for it.  The magic of the wedding night…as you carry her over the threshold of your castle.  Her face hidden, blushing as she shivers against you…”

John froze and stared at me. “Don’t tell me you’re high, please.  I will never live this down if you show up totally fucked up. My wedding is not the venue to break out of your shell, Mike.”

I laughed again, and slapped him on his back.  No, really…I had serious expectations for my wedding night. No matter how perverted my mind got, when that day finally arrived, I would indulge in every sweet and amazing stereotype. I wanted that once in a life time thing.  And I’d do it right.  How often had I imagined that sweet moment when I would bring my bride to my bed… Funny enough, my phantasies always faded at the part where she looked up at me.  Until recently, when for some reason, blue eyes and a sensual mouth appeared totally against my will.

The door opened and Linda, the glowing bride, with a tense look on her face, admonished John for being late.

“Why are you messing with a tie? You are wearing a bow tie tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, he is matching Bubbles’.”  I had not made up my mind on whether to bring him or not, but I liked to see Linda get flustered every time I brought it up.

“Oh Michael. You know, you are the only person on Earth I would allow to bring a monkey to my wedding, right?”

“I wouldn’t bring a monkey, Linda. He is a chimp. And he’s family. Actually, he’s way better behaved than most of my family,”  I mused.

“Plus, he found no one better looking wanted to go out with him. It’s a problem for our Michael. Women run away when he is spotted.”  John pretended to whisper to Linda, earning him a swat from me. See if I’d help him with his tie tomorrow!

Linda chuckled and kissed John on the cheek, then grabbed my hand, pulling me and her husband to be forward in an effort to somehow stick to her schedule. I had to laugh, she was too cute- what in the world did it matter when the dinner started? As long as the wedding tomorrow went at the right time? Linda really had to loosen up.

“So- did you get that casting problem straightened out?” John whispered to his fiancée.

Casting problem? What was this? Oh, yeah…a show.

“Yes, I did.  The daughter of one of your clients was available and I am so thrilled….”

John turned to me to fill me in. “She had to fill a last minute vacancy in her wedding party. The Maid of Honor got the measles and we didn’t want to ruffle any feathers promoting bridesmaids up the chain. You have no idea what drama that would cause.”

I nodded seriously. No wonder nations had gone to war over smaller catastrophes. Linda’s face attested to her solving the next Bay of Pigs.

“So, yes, it all worked out. I was going to tell you anyway, Michael, as you will sit next to her. You’ll like her. She’s…oh..good, - here we are: showtime. Behave, you two!”

Great. Not only had I orders to behave, I also got to sit next to probably some boring, buck toothed debutante who would no doubt be unable to hold a rational conversation due to her brain being short circuited by the Michael Jackson sitting at her side. Annoyingly, it became more and more rare that people saw beyond my persona and down to the person I really was. It had become a rare treasure to be appreciated for a being a real human being; a nerdy guy with a twist.  Yes, Michael Jackson the personality had the hat and the glove and the moves. But Mike, the goofy guy, also had stuff to offer- if people only would take the time to look.  I was right there…hiding in plain view.

Linda pushed the door to the reception hall open.  Wow..talk about noise and brightness after the dim, quiet room I had hung out with John!  My eyes closed for a second, trying to withstand the assaulted of sounds, whispers, and voices.  Not the best way to get over my jet lag, but, well trained puppet I was, I plastered that million dollar smile onto my face anyway.  This was about John, not me. So it would be ok. Maybe I could dip out real early, citing my headache and travel fatigue.  The little buck-toothed debutante would have to make do with an autograph or something to be pacified.  And I’d see her tomorrow.  Great.  I sighed.  This was so not my thing.

The sea of people turned toward us.  People starting applauding the couple, which was my cue to dodge to the side to find something to drink.  And soda would not do right now.  Hopefully, no one would watch me too hard when I indulged in some liquid nerve balm.  After I grabbed a glass of white wine, I went on a mission.  My main intent was to scope out who was in attendance in peace and quiet to avoid being surprised by people I didn’t want to talk to.  They didn’t call me reclusive for nothing: I had mad skills in the art of evasion at social events. 

XXXXXXX

“Fancy meeting you here, my friend!”

I almost spilled my drink, but recovered quickly from David’s sneak attack. I hate when he turned my tactics on me!

“Yeah, didn’t expect to see you in respectable company.  Did y’a get lost?” I slapped my long-time friend on the back playfully.

David laughed heartily at my half- joke, and we spent the next several minutes catching up on events both regarding the tour and stuff I had missed here in the capital of sin. I listened with only half an ear to the latest gossip when a woman caught my eyes.  At first, my gaze glided over her and was just about to move on, when something in the way she moved stopped me. Had I met her before?  I scanned through the registers of my mind as I admired her dark, perfect skin, and luscious long, black tresses. She sipped a glass of wine and when she turned the green of her eyes convinced me that this was indeed someone I had seen before.  But where?  It was so difficult remembering all those folks I met when I saw them in a different context.  Damn!  I needed a secretary to list people I knew and where I knew them from. Anyway…she was quite the beauty. Maybe David knew who she was. My eyes ran over her body and I stopped.  She almost looked like…no, no way. I really had to get a grip.

“Mike! Can you at least pretend to be listening to me? Life on the road really turned you rude.”

“Uhum…hey, David..turn around without being your usual obvious self. Do I know this pretty lady behind you? She looks familiar…”

“Ok, I was right, dude. You are rude… Just not in the way I had meant…. C’mon man- you trying to tell me you’re not getting your rocks off enough on the road, being the big great pop mega star you are? You need to come here and troll at your friend’s wedding?”

“David, I really don’t know why I hang out with you, man! You know that’s not how I roll. But can you be a gem and have a look at least?”

This was really bugging me.

“Man, Mike! If you’re that hard up, maybe we should go and visit…you know where. I hear some VIP rented a whole fancy set of suites this week. I bet you got no idea who that could be?” 

Man! Again, I had significantly underestimated David and his sources. 

Still laughing he turned just as two women entered the room.  And just like that, all my thoughts were wiped from my mind and my body seemed as if it idled on some weird buzzing network all without the ability to process data. Holy shit…

“Dang….Mike. You know who that is who just entered?”

I shot David a suspicious look.  Did I know? I sure as heck did.  What I still did not know was how much he was in the know.  It had always seemed to me that he was very much aware as to the identity of my little obsession. Even when I was totally oblivious.

You gotta calm down, man. Not everything is some grand conspiracy, and some things happen by chance.

Either way, things were in motion now. There was no way to get out as the door was barred by the two new comers: both of whom were familiar to me.

Standing there, smiling in some very bizarre, disconcerting way, was the Queen Bee Priscilla Presley. The one and only wife of the King of Rock n’ Roll. Well, ex-wife. But close enough. And next to her, her eyes downcast with a frown on her face, was none other than my dirty little Princess.  In jeans and a ruffle shirt, doing her best Prince imitation. I guess that answered my question as to her attendance.  And obviously her fashion sense for anything but lingerie was questionable. So why did she still take my breath away?

Breaking free from some secret stun mod and finally able to move again, I retreated behind a huge column. Good thing I had stuck to a mostly liquid diet today, and so I might be able to hide a bit longer for a while.  My heart was racing and I fisted my sweaty hands.  Leaning back, I once again realized how dizzy I was. Shit..that wine had gone straight to my brain. Or was it her, after all? 

What’s your problem? You’ve been hoping for days to run into her. Now, what’s your deal?  Go talk to her: ‘So Lisa Marie, gone to any sex-clubs lately?  Done anything weirder than our threesome while I been gone?  Been following my tour? Got wet dreams that match mine?’

No, I really needed to have the perfect plan of action to launch my sneak attack. This was all so out there, I was sure there was no way to prepare myself properly with a “Casual threesome partners for Dummies” book.

XXXXXXX

Lisa could hardly believe she had been talked into attending this stupid wedding rehearsal dinner.  Much less agreeing to be the Maid of Honor.  While she knew John, she only had met Linda a time or two. And certainly did not know her well enough to be standing up for her. Plus- brides maid dresses were not known for their cool  styles. Most likely, she would be forced into some no doubt atrocious creation a wedding cake would be ashamed to wear. But, damn, as always, she had been a spineless little twit, not able to convincingly turn down her mother. 

Which is not the only reason you didn’t want to come, little coward. Not like you didn’t hear rumors that he might be here.

Fuck that shit! No, she was not walking around on eggshells because she was afraid. Certainly not afraid of his little ass.

That amazing firm ass. And that other part…nothing little about that… Oh shit, girl, get your mind out of the gutter.

She tried to shake her head, dislodge the images and thoughts.  Take a calming breath or two.  It was all good. She was safe. 

As long as he was across the world on some stage. 

Dammit. She really wished she could forget all about him.

Michael Frigging Jackson. Surely he didn’t mind his new middle name…

Safer for her to think of him that way than just…

Michael.

His name alone stirred up a hornet’s nest of emotions. 

Stop it! It’s only ‘cause you were careless and your two lives intersected.

No, this was not on her at all. How was she supposed to possibly have known?  She still could barely comprehend that the man who had occupied so much of her fantasies and wet dreams was none other than the frigging King of Pop. And, of course, he had to share her mother’s lawyer. 

How had he figured it out?  Had he known all along?  Had David broken his word?  No, he had sworn up and down that this had not been some sick set-up or one of his crazy jokes he liked to play.  Unless… How well did she know that man, after all?  And had she ever been able to trust anyone with a penis?

She had met David through a friend.  One crazy night at the club, he had saved her ass when she had been too drunk to watch her back. Some scumbag member of the club, who since had been kicked out, had tried to slip her something and take what she had not been ready to give.  David had seen the move and had followed them to the suite.  She had been sick as a dog, and David helped clean her up, after he had alerted security, and the shitbag about to rape her had been kicked off the property. After he had been ‘invited’ to a chat with Madame making sure he’d keep his trap shut.  Of course, since David had removed her mask, he knew who she was. She could only hide so much.

Lisa knew David had brought the mysterious man she fell for on some dark, crazy level, to the club. Heck, she had even asked if he could hint at who he was, but David never gave her an inkling.  Really, he could have put on a little moonwalk or grabbed his crotch just to tip her off. But no- his lips had been sealed.  She saw that as a good sign- figuring he’d shut up about her as well.  So, how did Jackson figure it out?  And when?  Was it when he watched her perform for him time after time?  When he directed her to fuck that riding crop after promising to spank her in person?  When he watched her get down and dirty with Monica?  Or when he fucked her, touching her in ways surpassing anything she had ever experienced.

Sex was about power.  It was about getting what she wanted by giving something she did not see her as all that valuable. Herself. Well, her body, anyway.  Men had always wanted her.  Shit- her mother’s fucking boyfriends wanted her, touched her, forced her to touch them.  Some men had hurt her body and her young heart, so she learned to let one have its release while the other was shut away.  What a rude awakening from the romance novels she read!  What a joke. 

Sex was not about love- that was for damn sure.  It was not supposed to be about some strange feeling of actually being cared for.  It also was not supposed to include being held close, wishing with all her crying heart he didn’t have to leave.  What a shock those thoughts had been after her crazy orgasm had allowed some rational thoughts. When he was still inside.  Holding her close…kissing her gently...  Scaring the holy shit out of her.  Making her want to pull him close- and to run away so fast and so far she could outrun her memory and her soul that kept replaying the look in his eyes.  Hot, demanding, open, taking and giving…promising something she did not dare to understand.

Anyway…Dude had said he was going to leave.  Good riddens! Uncried hidden tears would wash him from her body and scrub him from her soul.  So what if his eyes were nailed to the inside of her eyelids? And velcroed to her soul. Dammit! And here she thought the polished surface would prevent any attachment.

And then, the day in John’s office. At first she thought it was great to finally run into Michael Jackson again. Of course she had followed him- mesmerized by his rocket like ascent.  She had asked her mother if she could ask John to contact Michael- she wanted to talk to him. He was the only person she felt could explain her father to her.  Well, her mother had shot that down. Actually, she informed Lisa she had asked John and was informed that Michael had zero interest in meeting Lisa again.  Her balloon full of hope crashed as the air was let out.  Or was it more like it was shot down by his missile?  Lisa couldn’t even be mad at him. Of course…why would he want anything to do with someone like her?  He hung out with Diana Ross, Brooke Shields, Jane Fonda, Sophia Loren.  Who was she, but an awkward ugly duckling with a big name?

A girl so lost she had long forgotten what she was searching for.  Her guiding star was ripped from her life, her destiny locked in some perpetual magnetic loop.  Music helped…of course, music came with musicians.  Dudes like Danny.  Dudes from good church families her mother wanted her to merge with.  Great breeding stock.  Presley and Alien genes.

“Lisa Marie, you have made one mistake after another. But, if you now show me some good faith and some sign that you are settling down with Danny, I will consider giving you more access to your funds.”

Yeah, her funds. Not her mother’s.  It was Daddy’s money- meant for her. Lisa had asked her mother if this comment meant she was about to be blackmailed into marriage. Of course, Priscilla had acted all shocked. And then she had added that it would be wonderful to see Lisa settling down. Settling down? She was twenty! Why the fuck should she settle on anything? 

Danny was fun to jam with. Less fun to fuck. And no fun to imagine waking up to all her life.  Yes, despite all her craziness and all her so called sexual experience, marriage was to be forever.  She had screwed up so much and had been screwed over so many times- but she wanted to preserve that ideal.

Her friend Monica had introduced her to the idea of the XXX.  Monica was a lawyer- someone mature and smart- and she still liked to hang out with Lisa anyway. Go figure.  After one night of clubbing, they ended up kissing and playing around.  It felt very safe- and Lisa was actually able to relax and feel some measure of sexual comfort with the woman.  There were no hidden motives. Monica wanted nothing but to please her.  No demands and no dirty tricks. 

One evening, smoking weed, Monica had told her about this exclusive venue…a safe haven for fantasies.  Playground to those who could not afford to play in the light of day.  At first, Lisa had thought it was all a big joke. A sex club?  For real?  But hey, if distinguished and demure Monica could do it, so could she.

And sure enough- being in the totally sterile, anonymous vacuum of the club had somehow soothed her wired, exposed nerves. So, she started to play around.  Mainly indulging in the power of teasing motherfuckers who had used her and who would not be able to touch her. Unless she chose them.  And so far she had not seen anyone she actually wanted to be touched by. 

Men: They were disgusting in their superiority. Men had always lied to her…explored her desire to be loved.  Soothed her with one hand, while reaching under her skirt, poking at her pussy.  Well, it was fun to imagine them drooling when she took her clothes off in total safety- and on her terms. Taking her own pleasure- by her own hand.  The bonus: being able to retreat into her mind, hoping they would feel like real idiots jacking off to a girl in a mask.

And then she had run into him. Quite literally. He was different. He was stunning. His electricity tazed her and altered her programming.  He was unique.  Dangerous.  His eyes seemed to scan all the way through her. That’s the first thing she noticed- his burning, intense, and yet somewhat innocent gaze.  Mask and all.

His body was nice, too…lean and strong looking. Not as tall as she normally liked her men, but taller than her for sure.  Well, that wasn’t hard, after all.  He was a solid package.  But her attraction transcended the physical. There was something in his voice, a gentleness, a sense of humor…she could not place what it was, but she became totally mesmerized.  Playing it cool, she had put her connections to work to find out when he returned.  She was on a mission. She was addicted.  It had become a dangerous game. He invaded not only her dreams, but also her waking thoughts.  It had to end. Too close. Too hot. The blaze had to be contained with only one method: fire.   Her heart broke when he told her he would be gone. Which told her it was time to turn back to sex- the exit sign was clearly lit.  There was her chance. A chance to pull him closer and to push him away at the same time.  Monica was her safety net. 

“Why don’t you just find out who he is and meet him one on one? I mean, shit, if you want him that badly.”

“No, hell. I don’t. I just like to…you know…play with him.”

Her protest convinced no one.  Monica just looked at her in a very serious way. She shook her head, then finally agreed.

“Hey, it’s fine. You know I like it when we get down- and I gotta say I’m surprised you wanna go there again, but if you want him to yourself, just do that.”

No!  Way too risky!

“No, I don’t. I wanna give him a nice memory – a parting gift. Then, that’s it. I’m moving on. I won’t even remember him…just like he won’t think of me.”  The words almost made her cry. The truth hurt.Or half-truth.  She knew her punishment for all that craziness was to never forget him.

“Okay, Lisa…lay it on me, then. What you got in mind?”

Well, it certainly had not been being mindfucked by Michael Jackson.  What the hell had he thought he was doing? Running after her at John’s? Giving her those damn matches?  What the fuck!

“Lisa…are you with us?  Linda just said she hoped you will like the dress. Why don’t you be a sweetheart and go with her so she can make sure the alterations will be made for tomorrow.”

Lisa startled at her mother’s voice.  The lights of the room intruded into her thoughts, almost causing a headache.  That’s right. She really had to get a grip. She had to function. Was there a bar somewhere?

“Earth to Lisa? Why don’t you go with Linda? Don’t worry, if Danny gets here, I will let him know you are doing your duty.”  Priscilla laughed in that fake tone making Lisa want to barf.  Her duty?  And why was Danny going to be here?  Did he even know John and Linda?  Mommy Dearest no doubt wanted to make sure someone was having an eye on the wild-child before she broke the china. And Mommy Dearest didn’t want to have to be the one having her evening spoiled by actually spending time with her daughter.  So predictable.

“Sure, mother. Whatever you say” Lisa gave her mother the cold shoulder and turned to Linda, her demeanor immediately changing. “Just show me where you need me, Linda. And thank you again for having me. I’m honored to help you guys out.” 

Might as well make the most of it. Not Linda’s fault her mother was an overbearing bitch.  And John was a real nice guy. Even though he had fucked up clients.

As Lisa followed Linda to the dressing room, she thought she detected a movement behind one of the columns they passed.  She also felt strangely…watched.  As if someone was staring at her.  She turned quickly…and nothing.  Yes, time for a drink indeed.  Paranoia was not a good sign.

When she finally sat down at the table, she hoped she would be able to finally drown herself in a glass of the lovely red wine sitting right there before her.  The waiter approached and she grabbed a glass of vodka just in case the wine wasn’t sedating enough. The groomsman to her left introduced himself and started to immediately bore her by recounting how he met John in law school, all the while dipping into the V of her blouse with his eyes.  Seriously?  Lisa threw back the vodka and tried to get the waiter’s attention.  Suddenly someone touched her shoulder and she about jumped out of her skin.

 “Monica! Oh my God! I am so glad to finally see you, girl!” Lisa jumped up and hugged her friend, being relieved she was not lost in the twilight zone any longer. 

“I told you I’d be around! I saw you coming in with your Mom and then you were swooped away before I could catch up. But Lisa, you won’t believe who’s here.  I mean, you know I don’t get all that starstruck, but… So listen… Oh crap…Oh…my…Here comes John with him now. He is his best man?”

Lisa stared at Monica, who suddenly became fixated on something or someone who must have been standing behind her.

“Lisa! I am so happy to finally get to talk to you. I know Linda had you monopolized. But I just wanted you to say hi to your counterpart: My best man. You guys met before, right?”

If she lived a thousand years, she would never be able to piece together the sequence of crazy events unfolding. Monica’s stare, John’s voice. Her turning…His eyes.  His smile… Him…

Michael.
 

XXXXXXX (start of update for part two)

Well, at least she looked appropriately shocked.  But, consummate little actress that she obviously was, she somehow managed to recover fairly quickly.  I was a master at reading people’s emotions, though. And the shock and awe in her crazy blue eyes did not go unregistered. There was also something else.  Ice cold fear.  Only for a second did I catch the arctic comet slicing through her before some sort of shutters came down.

“Yes, indeed we did. So nice to see you again, Lisa Marie.”  Despite trying to play it all cool, I was amazed how my outstretched hand did not tremble from the earthquake ripping at my tectonic plates.

“Hello…” She finally was able to stammer, and the darkness of her voice immediately wrapped me into a velvet cloak, making me too warm, invoking the desire to dive into her blue glaciers to cool off.  My eyes dipped to her lips and my body said, hello, too.  God…Don’t do it, Mike. Don’t think of those silken treasures kissing you, taking your cock into her mouth…crying out with her eyes squeezed shut. Crap! So much for staying in control.

Hesitantly, she shook my hand and the mere touch of her cold hand sent thousands of volts through my body. Only too quickly, she pulled her hand back, and I immediately regretted the loss of contact.

Dude! Chill! After everything you done to her, you about cum in your pants shaking her hand?  You’re special. Down, boy!

We stared at each other, and then Lisa finally broke the spell, turning, reaching for another glass off a passing waiter’s tray. I knew from watching her she had already downed two in rapid succession. Dang! Girlfriend seemed to need a lot of liquid courage. And that was before she found out her former fuck buddy was about to sit next to her at dinner.  Well, to be fair, when I found out, I also had to get a sip.  Well, at least she wasn’t bucktoothed. Or a debutante.

“Lisa- are you gonna introduce me?” 

Shit… I had not even noticed the woman I had stared at earlier. Here she was, standing with Lisa.  Her green eyes looked at me and suddenly it hit me.

Holy shit! This could not be happening. Mona! Or ‘Lisa’… Fucking hell! No wonder she had looked familiar.  Had she been naked, I would have known who she was right away:  the third leg of our little trip into sex heaven.

Lisa’s eyes crashed with mine and she blushed, red stains marking her already pale face like poppy blossoms.  That’s right, baby girl. I just figured it out.  Mona, however, was either a great actress or she was really clueless.

John, oblivious to any of the undercurrents making it difficult for me to speak jumped in. “Oh, Michael. This is Monica LeClair. She is one of the most dangerous ladies you will ever meet. Attorney to the rich and famous. Well- almost as good as me. Her and Lisa are quite chummy- but don’t let that ladylike appearance fool you. She’s a shark.”

I ‘bout bust out laughing. Oh yeah. Dangerous indeed. A shark whose teeth I had felt on me. And yes, the girls were chummy, no question.  I tried my best to fight back the rising images in my mind. Didn’t want to think John I was turned on by lawyers.  What a night!

The beautiful lady seemed utterly smitten to meet me.  For what she thought was the first time, of course.  I was beginning to think of this whole scenario as utterly hilarious. A side glance at Lisa assured me she was not sharing my point of view. Maybe she should trip up another waiter and just ask for a bottle.

“Michael.  Wow. It is such an honor to meet you! I knew John worked with you, but I never managed to come to be at the right place at the right time.”

It was hard as shit to not burst out laughing or pee myself.  Au contraire… Oh yeah, lady, you came just about at the right time. And I know we have your little buddy here to thank for that.  Well, I knew.  She obviously missed this great play on words.  What a waste!

Oh wait, Lisa Marie here could share the joke.  Only she didn’t seem to be in the mood at all.  My eyes found her again- just in time to witness her swaying slightly, looking even paler than before.  Was she about to faint?

 “Very nice to meet you, too, Miss LeClair.  I sure hope to get to enjoy your talents.. I mean, legal talents one day. …Lisa Marie, here, let me get that chair for you.  Are you okay? You look a bit unwell…”  I was not entirely sure why I cared, but I certainly didn’t want her to pass out. Even though it was most likely from too much Vodka and not my little surprise.

Mona, or Monica, turned toward Lisa, as did John.  In a colorless voice, Miss Presley assured everyone she was fine, even as she sat down, and for once actually reached for her water glass.  There.  Good to see she had some sense, after all.

I managed to make some more small talk with the clueless, gorgeous lady and John, before her pager went off, and John had to join his lovely bride at the head of the table. 

Per the schedule we all had received, Linda’s parents gave a little speech and everyone pretended to be all ears. Honestly, I could not follow a single word. I was blown away, sitting next to the girl who had been hounding my imagination and my memory.  Her sweet scent was drifting toward me, activating all kinds of scenes on the screen in my mind.  Sitting became very uncomfortable.   I looked over at her…willing her to look at me.  Trying to read something…anything.  She owed me that much. Some kind of reaction. Some kind of explanation.  Some acknowledgment of…what?

Of having had my dick buried in her and not being able to get over it. Get a grip, man. She probably does this all the time. 

The thought hurt. As the truth often tends to do.  So what?  Why did it matter?  I was such a mess.  I had no clue what I wanted, but it sure as heck was not her staring at the speakers as if she was mesmerized. I saw her hands twisting the shit out of her napkin.  Her jawline was tight.  Every now and then, she bit her lip. There was my reaction.

Finally, the speeches were over, and we were being served our appetizer.  Lisa picked around, intently watching her fork.  Maybe one had walked off on her before, or something. Finally, she took a bit and my eyes clung to her lips. I swallowed hard.

“It’s real good, don’t you think?”

She nodded.

Another bite.

“John and Linda really deserve this, don’t they? They are amazing…”

Another nod. Only shorter.

Maybe I should ask her if her little friend had swallowed her tongue on their last dirty little threesome.  That might get a rise out of her.

“Lisa Marie, look. I didn’t know you’d be here. I know this is…odd.”

Not even a nod this time. Was my honest effort to be civil being ignored? Well, fuck this shit!

“So, you think you’re gonna find your tongue and talk to me?  I mean…shoot. Not like I planned any of this.”  I was beginning to get a bit annoyed with her attitude. Shit, it’s not like I arranged all this on purpose. Not like I had approached her at the club, invited her, instigated a meeting  Oh no- the little salt column next to me was responsible for all she reaped.  And it was certainly not my problem she was Elvis’ daughter and I was …well, me.  Whatever that meant. 

She cleared her throat.

“Well, did you like the speeches?” 

Did I what? Was she for real?  I mean, I did want to make sure she didn’t ingest her tongue, but…was she just gonna ignore our little history?

“Marvelous.  They were fine examples of rhetorical mastership.  How long are you gonna pretend you don’t know me?”

She pushed her food around on her plate, making an interesting pattern.

“We don’t know each other … I mean…other than meeting all that time ago. And then for like five seconds at John’s...” Her voice drifted off.  Her eyes darted over to me and singed me with the quick fly by.

We don’t know each other?  Well, last I checked, when I had my fingers in a girl’s pussy, closely followed by my dick, that qualified as kinda knowing her.  Hell, I knew what she sounded like when she came.  My body still recalled the heat of her cunt around my cock.  The stroke of her velvet tongue against my throbbing staff.  But we don’t fucking know each other?

“Could you cut the bullshit for a second?” How in the hell did she stay so cold?

This time I had her attention as she stared at me. There was that little vulnerable glint again.

“Cut it out…” she whispered.

“Lisa Marie, look…” I reached out and touched her hand, making her jump and come out of her chair so violently, she almost pushed it over.

“Don’t’ you fucking touch me!  Don’t!” She hissed, pointed at me, then turned and fled the table. 

Glancing around, I was happy to see no one seemed to have noticed the little interaction.  Did she point her finger at me? What the hell was that? Not even my mother dared to treat me like that.  And sister here was no mother of mine.   I took a sip of my wine and waited a moment to calm down. Should I follow her?  Give her a piece of my mind?

No, shit. Ignore her.  She just wants the attention. Like an overgrown two year old. Play her game.  Give her the cold shoulder.

For like ten seconds, I tried to force down the energy racing through me.

Don’t touch me?  That certainly was a new tone.  What the fuck was that about?  I was good enough to nail her in secret, but I touched her in a very appropriate way in public and she took off?  Was she like her racist mother after all?  I mean, surely when we got it on she was clued in I was not white. For a second I seriously hated myself for allowing her to see weakness…what I considered my markings… My fading skin. Maybe it wasn’t that she was prejudiced and hated having fucked a black guy. Maybe it was more that I had disgusted her…that she saw me as a freak now that she had seen all of me.  My food threatened to come back up. No, I could not have been this wrong about her.  Unless she played me real good.

My blood started to boil. All anger, of course.  How dared the little bitch dismiss me like this?

Quietly, I put down my napkin.  Decision time.  My hands gripped the table.

XXXXXXX

Lisa made it to the safety of the bathrooms and locked the inside door. She leaned against the door, panting. Her heart beat so fast she thought she would pass out any minute.  This was all such a horrible nightmare.  Why, oh why was he here?  He was supposed to be on tour!

Who did that? Who flew back real quickly to be the best man for his lawyer?

Someone who cared about his friends, obviously. Someone who seemed to care for others.

No! He was a user like everyone else.  He just played a better game. Had a superior mask.  And now…now he was sitting next to her, trying to make small talk. Did he not know the fucking rules of the Triple X?  You did not talk about it. You did not acknowledge members if you ran into them. And, whatever you did, you shut the fuck up about what you knew.

Yes, Lisa, that is why you are upset. Cause he is breaking the damn rules.

She trembled so hard she had to hold on to the marble sink in an attempt to calm herself.

What did he want from her?  What did he expect her to say?  Why did his eyes burn into her like the core of nuclear reactors?  Like he wanted something…her soul…

Lisa started to shiver as red hot firestorms raged through her.  Maybe she was sick. She should go home. Not like she owed it to anyone to be here. Linda would no doubt find another person to fill in. 

“Lisa! Open up- I saw you running over here as if you were chased by a troop of bees.”

The voice made her jump. Shit! Monica! If only she could tell her.  But no, it was against the rules. And despite everything going on, Lisa did not want to risk her membership. Bad enough she was up to deliver her leverage to Madame X soon. 

Maybe this was all a huge, flashing sign from the universe. Time to quit this shit. Time to walk the line. Time to marry Danny and become boring.

No more strip shows. No more forbidden fantasies. No more masked strangers who turned out to be the world’s most famous man.  Well, that last thing really only had happened once. Thankfully.

“Lisa!!! If you don’t open up I will call security. Or your mother.”

Shit, no! Monica knew her too well.

Lisa reached over and unlatched the door.

Monica entered and eyed her with concern. She grabbed her chin and tipped her face up, those green eyes scanning her thoroughly.

“Lise…you look like shit. What is going on?  You acted real weird earlier, but I thought you just had another fight with your Mom. But now you look downright freaked out. This so isn’t like you.”

Freaked out?  Oh, hell yeah! Crap, and Monica would be, too…if Lisa told her their secret was out. Michael might have played the perfect gentleman when Monica had been introduced to him, but Lisa was well aware he had figured out who her friend was. The question was, what did he plan to do with his power? As Lisa was well aware of: information like this was power.  It drove her nuts, too. She hated being at his mercy.  And she hated that her friend was tied up in all this mess.  All because she had to have it her way and couldn’t simply let him go.  And most of all, she hated that she’d have to talk to him at some point to figure out his game.

“I saw someone I didn’t expect to run into…Someone…I didn’t want to see.”

Well, that was a lie. In a way. As a great, big part of her had dreamed of nothing else but to see him again. Only, it had not been at a gathering like this. And it did not involve other people. Or clothes.  Shit, shit, shit… Why was she still thinking about him like this?

“Wow…and this someone’s got you freaking out like this? Who was it? Someone I know?  I’m so used to you being cool as a cucumber- I don’t think I ever saw you freaking like this.”

Lisa wished with all her heart she could share what she knew. But would be accomplished by it?  Monica would also go into paranoia overdrive and then she’d still have to face him.  Plus, he’d be angry no doubt- knowing she had exposed him. 

“I’m alright. I was just surprised. Really, that’s all. And I was careless and downed too much vodka before I had a chance to eat. And yeah, my Mom has been in my ear about Danny all day. Who, by the way, will be here shortly.”  The very thought rendered her dizzy.  Danny…here…and Michael…sitting next to her, staring hat her, making her wish he would simply hold her, allow her to inhale his scent once more…kissing her.

No, Lisa, stop it. It can’t ever be.  The things you want from him- those are things you oughta want from Danny. Not a stranger in a sex club.

Lisa felt like crying.

Monica stared at her- The look in her eyes cued Lisa in that her friend did not buy her story one hundred percent.

“Okay…if that’s all…but I really smell a rat. And you know, I’m never wrong.”

If only the rat didn’t smell like cinnamon and vanilla and …pure heaven.

Lisa swallowed. “Look, someone from the club is here. That’s the real truth. And I’m freaking out.” Well, part of the real truth anyway.

Monica’s eyes widened. “Someone you know from the Triple X? Are you sure? Shit! Who? Someone you been stripping for? Someone who might know me? ” Lisa instantly saw Monica’s panic rise.  Yes, she had been right. She could not tell her the truth.

Oh, girl friend! If only that was all… If only you had any idea how much more I …and you…had done with this guy.

“Look. You know I can’t tell y’a. But I gotta figure this out, ok.. On my own. I can do this.”

Monica stepped up and gave her a hug, kissing her cheek. It seemed she was relieved not to be drawn into that cesspool.

“Okay. I know you’re a big girl. But you let me know if you need me, ‘kay?  I don’t like it when you freak out like that.” Good, Monica was backing off. Yeah, it was better this way. This was her burden to carry.

“It’s fine. Really. I got this! Thanks for coming to check on me, but I’m good. I promise.”

Surprisingly, she did feel a bit better.  Phew, talk about overreaction! Really, she was being silly. Michael was just showing his ass.  It was totally up to her if she wanted to talk or not. And she was totally immune to his charm.  Nothing he could possibly throw at her would unnerve her again. Time to show him she didn’t run scared like that.

Monica gave her one more hug and then left.  Lisa turned to the faucet to wash her face.  She ran the cold water, making sure she got it nice and chilly.  Bending forward, she splashed herself with the heavenly cool droplets, closing her eyes, taking several deep breaths.

She heard the door open and initially paid it no mind. Since she was better, she had not bothered locking the latch after Monica left, so, no doubt, one of the other guests had to use the loo.

Then, the sound. The latching of the lock.  What the…?  Lisa’s eyes flew open. Oh, no, she must be seeing things!  Blinking, she sent a quick prayer into the universe.  Please no. This was not true. This was simply her overactive imagination.

“So, I saw your little friend just left. What you do? Couldn’t hold back and had to get it on with her in a restroom?”

Fuck! Her imagination either sounded just like him, or he was really here. In the lady’s room. How much more bizarre could this night get?

Now, Lisa…you know better than to throw out those challenges.

Michael leaned against the back of the door as if he belonged there. His arms were crossed and he looked totally relaxed and at ease.  Of course, as she stared at him though the barrier of the mirror, she was aware that his eyes were lit with a dark fire that could mean anything at this point.  

Lisa steeled herself and straightened. She slowly dabbed her face dry, then turned to face him head on. Oh no, he was not going to scare her away. If he thought she’d cut and run like a sniffling little baby, he’d have another thing coming.

“Are you sad you missed the show? Or did you get lost on your way to the real men’s room?”

Michael’s lips parted and he gave her the most sardonic smile she had ever seen. His eyes though…she could not tell it was fire or ice darkening them, even as she seemed to detect some hidden sparks.

“Touché! And here I thought your spunk was only activated by that mask you wear.”

“You wanna talk about wearing masks, Mister Jackson? I think you could teach me a trick or two.”

“I don’t know, Miss Presley. You seem very accomplished for someone your tender age. Guess, you’ve been …around.”

Lisa balled up her paper towel and tossed it into the waste basket beside him, and for once, made the shot. Alright! But then, she knew her aim was vastly improved when she was mad as hell.  As several people with knots on their heads could attest to.

She started for him- well, for the door, glaring at him with her best Ice Princess gaze.

“If you’re done insulting me, I leave you to do your business here in the little girls’ room.  Make sure not to dribble on the seat.  -Guess you can’t act like a real man and just let things be.”

Standing so close they almost touched, she bravely raised her hand to reach behind him to unlatch the lock.

Michael grabbed her wrist, making her wince.  Damn, he was fast! “You didn’t complain before that I wasn’t real man enough, did y’a? Or was I imagining you having to being barely able to take what this man had to give to you?”

Lisa’s insides twisted and heated under the blowtorch of his voice. His words, stirring her anger, also ignited something else.  One breath of the dragon’s breath and the smoldering embers burst into full flame.

His hand held her in a firm grip, but his eyes were the weapons doing real damage.

Lisa attempted to pull her hand back, and he pulled her against him, making her stumble into his body.  They glared at each other.

“Let me the fuck go.” Lisa hissed at him, close enough for her breath to stir the tendrils falling into his heavenly, yet very angry face.  Little beads of sweat had started to develop on his forehead and bridge of his nose.  She was able to see every pore of his face. God…

“Not till you talk to me. And stop acting like a little brat. What’cha gotta go all bitchy for? I just wanna talk to you, Lisa.”

The way he said her name felt like a soft breeze over a summer field. Shit, everything he did seemed to affect her in some odd way. She had to get away from his ass!

“If you just wanted to talk to me, you shouldn’t have tried to ambush me again. There are those wonderful things called phones. That’s how people talk. They don’t drop match boxes and they don’t set up traps at dinners. And they sure as fuck do not follow ladies into bathrooms.”

“Well, thank goodness you’re not a lady then.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He stared at her, then blinked.

His grip softened and he chewed on the inside of his cheek now.

“Look…I’m sorry. That was out of line.  Hey- I didn’t know what to do. I sure as shit didn’t read the playbook for this one. I guess you and your little buddy are used to all this, but it’s…it’s not something I normally do.”

Well, duh! The most daring thing she thought Michael Jackson to do was be on his damn cherry picker. And yes, she had not been able to avoid those stunning images from his shows she had spotted in magazines and on entertainment shows. Time for him to grow up if he wanted to play this game.

“Well, let me fill you in. You don’t talk about shit going on in the club outside. You know, there is a reason people wear masks. Anonymity is the game. How would you like if people came after you for shit you thought you did in private?”

“I didn’t come after you. I just…”

“Well, whatever. You somehow got wise as to who I was. Why did you care? How did you figure it out? Did David say anything?”

Michael looked at her in surprise and dropped her wrist. Well, great. That meant David had not blabbed- but she had just outed him.

“David? Son of a….Oh shit…he knew, didn’t he? Fuck!”

Lisa stared at him…his outburst amusing her.  He was so unlike anything the press made him out to be. She had heard him curse before…usually right before he shot his load. The thought made her insides tingle.

“David knows me.  He..he helped me once. That’s all…I just thought…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get him into hot water.” She ran her hand through her hair in frustration. “See what all your confronting this crap does? Why don’t you just forget?”

Michael’s eyes had been downcast, but now they once again held her prisoner as they narrowed.

“Forget? Are you shitting me? Is that what you do? You just go and show your stuff and share yourself …your body… You fuck strangers, and then just forget it? You are some piece of work…your father would be so proud, no doubt.”

Had he hit her with his fist it would have hurt less. The disgust in his eyes was burying her alive.

“From what I hear I’m sure your Mom also would not brag about her son rolling around with two strangers. And let me tell you one thing- and I’ll tell you only this once: You ever bring my Dad up to me like that again, and you wish you never heard my name.”

Michael stared at her, then burst out laughing. What the fuck?  What was wrong with him?

“What the hell is so funny here?” She finally hissed at him when he simply would not calm down?

“You know what, Lisa Marie?”

Lisa turned away from him. She was so done with this. With him.  And yet…had he opened the door that very moment, she could not have guaranteed her exit.

“Fuck you…”

Michael grabbed her arm and the momentum brought her back close to him. Close enough to smell him, close enough to feel the static electricity of his proximity raise all the little hairs on her body…close enough to see his every ragged breath.

“Is that what you want, lady? You want another taste?  You been lying awake hungering for that touch?  You been tasting that dream? You and me…we’re not all that different, you know…”

His face was so close…his breath caressed her skin.  His heat scalded her soul.

Lisa wished she could unhook her eyes from his obsidian gaze that pulled her through a wormhole into another world where nothing and no one would ever exist. 

“Let me go…” she whispered with her last shred of sanity. She knew she had to run, flee, escape. He was no good…and she wanted him to corrupt her and be her salvation at the same time.

“I can’t…you got me trapped…You’re my personal tar pit…I can’t get you out of my mind…my dreams…my nightmares…”

His lips whispered the exact words she had been trying to hide.  His mouth was wright there…his breath was promising eternal life. Lisa’s lips parted and she leaned in.  His hand rose and he caressed the side of her face with a barely present touch.

Her mouth went dry and she knew his kiss could restore her to lush life. So close…Just this once…

“Michael…”

The soft, amazingly lush pillow of his lip was touching her mouth with the light kiss of a butterfly. Not a real contact at all…just him being close enough to taste.  She was starving…

“That’s right..you remember that name. And next time…”

Her eyes shut…it was too much…she needed to close herself off to rescue her slipping soul.

He gave her the sweetest peck…

“Next time I fuck you, you gonna scream that name…I promise that…I ain’t playin’, girl.”

He kissed her nose and she heard the lock sliding open.  Lisa almost lost her balance when he stepped away from her. Her eyes ripped open in horror.

What the fuck!  Oh God! How had he just done that?  She was so fucking weak!  And he knew it and played on that.  She’d show him weak!

Anger raced through her. Oh no- he was not leaving this easily.  It took her a minute to steady herself before her legs once again obeyed her command.

Storming out of the bathroom, she ran into someone, and was ready to shove the person to the side in her mad-dash to rip Michael a new asshole.

“Lisa Marie! What in the world! Watch where you’re going! I’m so glad I found you- your Mom said she thought she saw you go to the bathroom a while ago. Hey- sorry it took me so long to get here.  Lisa? Are you okay?”

Lisa blinked and suddenly felt weak indeed. “Danny…I don’t feel so good…take me home, okay? I’ll tell my Mom later to talk to Linda…but I gotta get out of here. I feel…not like myself…please…”

Danny eyed her with real concern.  “Okay, Lisa. Whatever you say. Let’s go. Let’s get you out of here.”

Yes, she needed to be away. Away from him.  Michael.  Before he left more tire marks on the roadkill of her soul.

XXXXXXX

Hours later, way later, I had no earthly clue how I ended up at the club.  I remembered being livid when I saw her leave with the little dark haired dweeb. After she just about came standing there in the bathroom, basically begging for me to kiss her.  She could try and play it cool all she wanted, but I could see it, feel it, smell it: she wanted me.  She wanted me something awful- and the reason I knew was because my desire for her was the mirror image of that flame in her eyes. Well, maybe I lusted after her just a little bit more.  My dick was in danger of suffocation the whole time we traded insults. And then her body against me…her surrender…shit…

Obviously, she could dish it out but not take it. Cut and run.  Here I thought she was tougher.  She made some bullshit excuse and the rehearsal went on without her.  Her mother actually filled in for her, and I wondered how this absolutely ice cold woman had given birth to Lisa Marie. Well, to tell the truth, the little princess also had given me the cold shoulder, but by now I knew better.  I had stood next to that hidden cauldron, her heat singing my skin.  And that was not all, there was some inner fire I sensed.  Something he had seen glimmers of in John’s office- and something that shone like a ghost trough the triple layers of ice.  There also was an odd shadow in her eyes- as if she had been hurt and was on guard.  A sweetness she doused in vinegar to throw people off her scent. 

Or, maybe you just gotta fool yourself to not feel like such a crazy idiot for lusting after someone cold and calculating again.

All this still did not explain me downing vodkas served by my old buddy Jim. After the “nice to see you again, Sir,” Jim had started to look at me with …well, something that almost looked like pity.  What the heck was that about? I wasn’t to be pitied! I was the one of the richest and most influential people in the world. I could do anything I wanted.  And right now I chose to sit in an empty lounge, listening to jazz, and drinking in the dark. I’m such a winner!  I had an answer for frigging everything.

Except explain why in the world you are here. Or why you wish with every fiber in your body and soul that she would appear.  Or that Jim would hand you one of her notes. 

“I thought I’d find you here. You were gone like a ghost after the rehearsal dinner.”

Now, him I had not wished for. My magical fairy godmother must be hard of hearing my unspoken prayers. Or her eyes were giving out and she could not read my thoughts correctly.

David.  Now, here was someone who was definitely on my shitlist and probably should worry about being close to me now.  I was not as restrained- the vodka had started to knock the shackles off the angry giant.

“And it was your mission to follow me?”

David sat down totally uninvited. I shot him a look. He remained undeterred.

“Not my mission. I thought we needed to talk, man.”

I gave him an empty laugh and signaled for another drink. For myself. He could get his own. If he could afford it.

“Now you wanna talk?  What you wanna talk about, friend?”

David just looked at me with his weird bug-eyes. No, he was not gonna make me feel guilty. I was the injured party here. I briefly wondered how he had recognized me…  I almost laughed.  I was so not incognito and even if I had been, he knew me, of  course. My rational mind was obviously going on vacation or something.  All I came up with was that, oh..yeah…I had taken my mask off once I figured I’d be alone in here. Everyone else had no doubt more interesting things to do. Who comes to a sex club to hang out and listen to music? Oh yeah…me. The unmasked loser.

“Mike. I guess you figured out I knew…you know…about her…”

I smirked up at him and raised my glass. He was such a brilliant dude.

“What? Who? Oh… HER…  Miss Presley.  Oh…you mean I got clued in that you had a nice little laugh behind my back? That you knew I was lusting after Elvis’ kid like a dumb ass?  Did you plan this?  To make me feel like an idiot?  I know you said it was appropriate I liked her…  Remember that? When I first spotted her.  Was it funny to you, man?  Did you like to see me twisting in the wind like a stupid moron?”

My voice was still pretty even and quiet- but there was no mistaking my anger now.

“Dude, chill. It wasn’t even like that. There was no plan involving you and her. How was I to know you’d spot her and fall for her?  Not like her and I are friends like you and me, bro. She had gotten in some trouble before and I helped her out.  That’s how I knew who she was.  There was no plan. I didn’t know she was there when I brought you- and I didn’t really know what she was into before you told me about it. The stripping and shit.  I couldn’t tell you…you know that.”

I watched the ice cubes float around and forced them against each other, enjoying the little sound. I was getting real sick about this stupid club and it’s stupid rules. I mean, I was all for confidentiality…when it benefitted me. But this time it came to bite me in the ass. Or that’s how it felt, anyway.

Something he said piqued my interest. This was the second time tonight I heard about David somehow helping Lisa. Like how? Did he help her pick out the right lingerie? Got hair gel advice? Compared the silkiest stockings?

“You couldn’t tell me.  Honor and all that, right? Club rules. Well, you know what? Fuck that! What about friendship?  Loyalty?”

“I really don’t get why you’re so worked up.  Would it have mattered had you known?  You were hard up for her from the moment you met her. And she was …interested.  I didn’t tell you, and I didn’t tell her. That’s the rule, man. You don’t talk – or your ass is out. I’m not like you, or her, man. I’m a nothing in here. I survive on knowing the game and making no waves.  I like it here. And I didn’t wanna be on the out. So, I kept her secret. But, I kept yours as well. Not sure how she found out…”

I lowered my gaze.  One more sip. Fire chasing the burning in my soul.  Yeah, that had been my stupid self.  I could not let it go. Let her go. It all was on green when she walked out that office…and yet, I chose to run and almost kill myself pushing the red light into effect. She had to know. I wanted her to know. I wanted her to be tied to the same torture rack. 

“So…fine. Whatever. But you owe me.” My eyes flew up and met his right on.  He sat up straight and stared at me.  Maybe I should feel a tiny bit sorry for David here. From our early days as friends, he had always been the little nerdy Jewish kid wanting desperately to be hanging with the cool boys.  He had wanted to be our friend so badly.  And right now, I saw that same lost and begging expression.  Only, I no longer was the nice, empathetic kid I had been once. It was not about me sharing my candy. It was about me getting what I needed: information.

You Mom would be so proud, Mike.  What the hell have you become? Well…I paid the price of fame. And it had started the metamorphosis. Bet not to think where it would lead me…

“What you need, Mike. Just ask… You know I got your back, man. I totally do.”

Yeah, sure… I knew. Until a someone with a more profitable back to watch stepped onto the scene. 

God! How I hated my thoughts these days!

“What does she do here?  What’s her deal?”

I had to know. It’s been going round and round in my mind. Not sure why it was so damn important. But it’s been keeping me going in circles.

David stared at me and I noticed beads of sweat developing on his forehead.

“Mike…c’mon on! That’s private.  I don’t know that stuff…”

“Stop that crap! You seem to have this odd talent for making such tidbits your business to know. So tell me…I gotta know…Does she …you know…fuck strangers on a regular basis?”

No, she comes to pray the rosary.  Get a grip man. You wanted an anonymous pussy donor…what is your problem?

I was not sure what I hated more. The fact that she might be some little rich slut, or the fact that I hoped with every fiber in my body that there was some other explanation for all this…depravity.

“No, Mike…you got it all wrong.  She’s not like that.  She just plays around. She strips for dudes…or for whoever watches. I don’t think I ever knew her to even get in the room with dudes…”

“Girls…maybe?”

“What?” David stared at me.  “Damn…does she?  Wow….well, that would explain it…”

Okay, so her preferences were not known.  Didn’t mean squat. Didn’t mean she didn’t get it on and was very discreet about it.  Playing little Miss Innocent while still being a calculating little cunt. Just like the bitch who thought she could play with me forever. And that lady had learned her lesson finally. 

Just keep repeating it, man. You’re free. And hope that she never figures out how to turn that key back to “unlock.” Cause really, it required only the slightest flick of her wrist.

I didn’t answer and instead bit my lip…leaning back, staring into the velvet covering above me…trying to ignore the blue eyes shining through the darkness of my mind.

“Mike, what you know, dude. Is that it? You tried to do her and she told you she liked chicks?”

I looked over at David, and he burst out laughing.

“Shit, Mike. You dog! You did her! You totally did her, didn’t you? Damn! And now you’re stuck on her honey. That’s what all this is really about. Man! You gotta stop confusing sex with love.”

Hell…he sure as shit read me correctly this time.

“Shut up, David. You don’t know nothin’.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Jim, can I have a Crown Royal? My friend here will treat me.”

“I’ll treat you to a kick in the teeth and you can drink your jell-o through a straw if you don’t pipe down, man.” 

“Kay, bro, chill.  Can I still get that drink?”

His expression finally made me see some humor in this crazy situation.  Okay, fine. I gestured over to Jim who appeared with a glass for David.

“Dave,my man…you said you helped her. And she mentioned that, too. That’s how I know you been holding out. I get why you can’t tell me what she’s into, but can you tell me what she got herself into that you had to help her out of?”

David took a long sip and leaned back, contemplating his answer.

“Kay…I guess, I can tell you that much.  She was drinking and I saw her down here, listening to music, dancing to herself.  You know, all sexy and shit, gyrating on the floor, just about giving everyone a show. Well, some dudes started chatting her up.  While she was going to the bathroom, this one guy slips her something and before I can say anything to her, she downs it.  So, I thought, shit…I better watch out. I get a message to management and I followed them. Took me a minute, too, because I lost them as I didn’t make the elevator in time. Anyway…I was told what suite they went to, and when I got there, she was just about out cold. She was on her belly and this guy just had her skirt up and his dick ready to go to town. Guess she had said no and he had slapped her around a bit, too. So, between that and the drug he slipped her she was about out, just laying there, whimpering. So, my bursting in stopped him- and he was about to have a go at me. Well, you know me, that wouldn’t have taken long. But security came in at that moment and took care of him.   I helped her…she was a mess. Got real sick, too. So, I helped clean her up, and once I saw her face, of course I knew who she was.”

I sat there, staring at David, anger gripping me in a way I had rarely ever experienced.  Oh shit! She almost had been raped.  I was furious…at the men, the guy almost taking advantage like that. And, stunningly at her as well. Why the fuck did she put herself in this situation in the first place? What the hell was wrong with her?  She was the daughter and heiress of a legend. She was stunning. She had a boyfriend. Goofy dude, but he seemed to care for her. Why the hell was she coming to a place like this?  What did she expect?  Men were dogs! Maybe that explained the thing with Mona…or Monica..or whatever.

As soon as the thoughts took form, I felt like a scumbag.  Who was I to judge her?  But I needed to understand. I needed to know what was missing…how deep her wounds ran…

So, what, Mike? So you can save her?  Who the hell will rescue her from you?  Not like you rode into the castle of darkness on a white horse, trying to free the fairies. No, you, man, were gonna join the ogres.  No questions asked.

No, it was not that easy.  I had looked for a measure of freedom from anonymity.

Well, duh…maybe that’s your answer.  How you think it feels to be the little girl of Elvis…with his eyes and his lips forever signing her name.

Well, all this was getting me nowhere. Oh, Lisa…where are you girl?  I need to talk to you.  I need to learn about you. 

What you wanna learn? How she feels without a third wheel?

Surprisingly, the answer was yes and no… The knowledge scared the shit out of me. Because it meant this was not all about fucking her for me.  She intrigued me on a totally crazy level.  She was mysterious. A challenge. She hid so much and I wanted to discover her secrets.

You don’t have that time. You don’t have the energy for this, Mike. Don’t do it. Don’t wager your heart in a bet you can never win.

“Excuse me, Sir?”  Startled out of my thoughts, I noticed one of Madame X’s body guards. The one reminding me of some Samoan god.  I looked him up and down, noticing his amazing leather boots. Dang- every time I saw her staff, I was reminded to have my people find whoever was in charge of the dress code.  Bush could really add some of those sexy touches to my outfits.

I was informed that Madame wanted a word with me. Great. Just what I needed. I rolled my eyes and saw the Samoan’s jaw tighten. Guess refusal was not an option. 

I raised an eyebrow at David.  He shook his head. “No, man, I’m clueless…really.” 

Well, I sure hoped so.  He was on a narrow ledge with me as it was- and I think he knew it.  Hey, maybe it was a good idea to talk to Madame. Otherwise, I might just be tempted to go looking for the girl I could not get out of my head.  And if I’d find her with someone else, I sure as all get-out could not guarantee my reaction.

XXXXXXX

“So, I’m sure you are too busy for small talk and are wondering why I want to speak to you in private…so soon again.” Madame smiled at me in that secretive, seductive way that always sent shivers through me. In many,many ways.

As always, she was impeccably dressed.  Her exquisite body sheathed in an outfit I at first thought was silk, but on second glance realized was the softest, most amazing Italian leather clinging to her every curve.  The corset was daring and yet classic, her beautiful globes lifted in the most tempting, mouthwatering way.  And not for one second did she look slutty- only glamorous and dazzling.  Her hair was tied back in a severe chignon, exposing her high, delicious cheek bones, her black eyes, and her ruby lips.  Gold earrings and a golden choker completed the look.

“Well, I know it can’t be time for yet another required performance again.”

If so, this time, I might just opt out.  This was starting to ring of Mafia methods to me. Well, other than the boss being anything but a twin to Edward G Robinson.

Madame laughed in her dark, soothing way, the sound waves reaching out touching me with a silk glove touch.

“Oh no. Not at all. I am still recovering from glancing at your last unique delivery.  Very discreetly, of course, so do not fear. However, you are in the right ballpark. – Would you care for a drink?  Grey Goose?”

I nodded.  As always she was well informed of my poison de jour.  The bar tenders probably sent copies of every drink order to her secret vault.

Motioning to a corner, one of her minions separated from the background, once again surprising me! Dang! This trick of her stashing people in such unseen ways never got old. 

I took a sip after the drink was handed to me, resolving to take it easy, as I was starting to buzz for real now.

What did she mean by right ballpark?  Why was everything so mysterious here? Well, because, simply put, normal and easy would not keep my interest.

“So, I became apprised you made a certain friend here.  A young lady…I hear you have been quite taken with.  Now- you know I do not involve myself too much in who does what with whom, but at the same time I am sure you understand that I have to make it my business to be informed.”

My eye brow rose, and I smiled at her in a slightly sarcastic way.  Of course I knew she had her spies everywhere.  More and more it dawned on me that the freedom of this club was simply another prison- the bars fashioned by the unique desires of each inmate.

In this case: Lisa Marie…what did Madame want from her… My stomach clenched.

“Anyway.  The young lady has been worrying me of late. She is a high profile member of a certain church, and the members are forced to undergo debriefings…to save their soul, or something ridiculous like that. Whatever nonsense that is.  She has sworn up and down she will not jeopardize her membership with us- and so far, I have no reason to doubt her word.  She has been pleasant and nothing but a model member.  However…”

I put the glass down. I could not comprehend why it was so utterly important to me to be at highest alert level.  I did not like where this was going.

Dude! Why do you even care?  Don’t get pulled in like that! Tell her you don’t have the time to worry about some spoiled little girl and leave. 

Obviously, I was not drunk enough yet to believe my own lies.  Oh, I did care… In a very scary way…

“However…” I encouraged Madame to continue.

“Well…it’s time for her to provide us with the leverage you are familiar with.  And, in her case, we had her provide a dossier on arrangements she would be open to.  Given she has so far been…quite conservative.  Not counting one little encounter that involved you, my dear.”

I put my glass down in what I knew was a protesting, noisy way.

“And how, may I ask do you know about what I was involved in or not? I thought the only things recorded are the required performances?” My blood pressure was starting to rise… If that high class bitch had double crossed me I would make it my business to shut down her little venture here… She had no idea who she messed with here.

“Oh, no…please, don’t’ misunderstand me. I only know that she had invited you to join her and a friend.  I have no idea what happened once the video feed went off. I mean..” her eyes shone at me in a dark and dangerous way, “I do have imagination, my dear. But maybe the three of you simply enjoyed a game of…chess.”

Twister was more like it. But I felt too tired to joke around too much.

“So…what’s your point? How does any of this involve me?”

“Well, see, I know you figured out the identity of said young lady- and she yours.  Which normally is not a problem, as long as we have two parties in agreement. Of course, both of you are so very high profile, I think it is a good idea to involve you two in her leverage performance- ensuring both your privacy.  I would not want you to fear she might divulge any of what she is privy to to her church.”

How sweet and thoughtful of her. Not.

More like Madame had gotten scent of a lovely two for one leverage opportunity and, like the giant, gorgeous feral cat she reminded me of, wanted to play with the two little lambs for a bit. Well, maybe it would serve me well, to keep the inner panther hidden for a while to see where this was going.

Madame snapped her fingers and one of her men brought over leather bound folder. 

“Of course, dear Michael, this whole thing is strictly voluntarily on your part.  But here, why don’t you look this over. And then let me know if you would like to take part in Miss Presley’s required performance.  Of course, you have the freedom to turn this down, and we would find another willing participant.” She smiled at me from below lowered lashes.

Damn, she was good!

I opened the folder and started to leaf through the pages. Holy shit! My throat became parched and I felt dizzy. My heart beat in my throat reading the scenarios, and my dick strained against my pants once again, as images of Lisa – and myself- filled my mind.

No…I could not do this.  I should not have any part in this.  I had given my required pound of flesh.

So, you’d want some other guy to do…these…things…to her…with her…shit…

My eyes once again read over some of the pages and my cock called me an idiot for not jumping up and down, asking when I could start.

This was so wrong! She would not…surely… How would she react?  No doubt she’d see it as another set- up. Fuck! Tomorrow, I had to stand next to her at that wedding.  How in the world would I pretend I did not read this little dossier?  How did I delete the crazy movie from the screen behind my eyes?

“Well, Michael?  What do you think?  Will you be part of what will no doubt be another masterpiece, or do I have to look for someone less ….ah…equipped…to play the part?”

The trapped snapped shut.  But I was not entirely ensnared. Yet.  Was there a choice, though?  Did I want to imagine Lisa with someone else like…like that?  Heck, why not?  This was her mess. I had nothing to do with this. With her.  Obviously, she had agreed to this.  Not my problem.   It would be foolish to once again get tangled up with Madame’s games just because I could not get one girl out of my mind.  So, there.  The answer was no.  There was no way! No way I wanted any part in any of this. No way in hell! 

Let her continue play her game and do all the things she listed.  I didn’t care. Not one bit.

I closed the dossier with great noise.  Madame raised an eyebrow.

“Well, Michael? What did you decide?”

XXXXXXX

UPDATE PART THREE STARTS HERE

The effort to stand still, giving the impression of the relaxation and attentive focus befitting a best man had me shaking like a kettle under extreme pressure. For the millionth time I called up all my skills to appear cool as a cucumber, and berated my stupid ass for being riled up at all.  Over something...someone..so...

Gorgeous? Annoying?

Someone so totally not my type.

Someone I was wrapped up in tighter than Houdini in his ropes.

No, wrapped up was not a good term. It brought to mind certain items...positions… A girl with her hands bounds, securely raised above her, her body turned away from me…my hands exploring a round, delicious ass with soft, reddened skin…

Dammit!!

Was she feeling any of my turmoil? No, surely not. Miss Presley looked like a fresh, innocent young lady who would die if she could read my thoughts.

Yeah, right! I almost laughed and cleared my throat instead, causing John to look over at me with worry in his eyes. I’m sure he had seen me more calm and collect in negotiations involving millions.  And Lisa...did I imagine it or did she shoot me a quick glance and blush sweetly?

God, I knew how she blushed.  All over...when...she came, her darker nipples tight and proudly tipping the pink, swollen mounds of her perfect little boobs.

A shiver ran through me and my dick protested being held down by my underwear. Good thing I didn’t go commando.

Oh God! How long were those damn vows? At the same time I had the thought, I sent a requests for forgiveness up into the blue sky. Yeah...like that's going to matter. More than likely, my thoughts and the images in my head would guarantee eternal damnation anyway.

Biting my lip, I willed my body to cooperate. Especially the painful, rebellious part. I needed a pee break. Or a cold shower break. Or a break to drag the little doll off into a corner and release myself into her body. Since she was to blame for all my current misery.

How did Lisa do it? 

How in the world did she stand there, holding Linda’s bouquet, looking like a Disney princess?  I knew she was only twenty, and – damn- this afternoon she looked even younger.  The bridesmaid dresses, against my worst fears, were actually quite lovely.  The three sweet young ladies were dressed in light blue hues, whereas the creation Lisa wore was a deeper azure.  I knew she was a stand-in, but damn, that dress seemed made to reflect the color of her eyes.  Not to mention how it hugged her body perfectly.

The angle of the sun seemed to illuminate her, putting her into a heavenly spotlight. Her eyes were a startling, translucent blue, reminding me of swimming in Hawaiian waters.  Her face was radiant.  Obviously, whoever had applied her make-up did not share Karen’s heavy hand- and the eye shadow brought out the unique, mysterious shade of her eyes, while the color used on her lips accentuated her pout without making her seem slutty.  Her hair was swept up, with some sections left long, cascading down her exposed shoulders and back.  My fingers itched with the desire to mess up the silky perfection, taking it down pin by pin.

She wore a simple necklace with a solitaire sapphire and matching dangling sapphire earrings.  For some reason, I thought she should have picked pearls.  A long rope…40 inches or more.  That thought seamlessly lent itself to images of Lisa wearing lingerie of the same color as her dress, and a perfect, sexy strand of the finest pearls…and nothing else. Well, maybe sandals with 5 inch heels.  My own inches elongated in response.  Shit.  If I was going to break through my pants, I know I’d blind someone at this point. John didn’t even know the danger he was in.

That would make such a great headline, too: Jackson clobbers lawyer with exposed hard-on. I swallowed my giggles and took a deep breath.

Okay, slightly better. The raging cobra relaxed a tad bit.  Still, this was anything but comfortable.  I tried not to shift around, calling attention to myself. It might be slightly embarrassing to explain that bulge.  I was in some kind of trouble. I was tired and strung out.  Every time I had finally closed my eyes the previous night, images from Lisa’s little dossier came to mind. Followed at lightning speed by memories of me fucking giving it to her good… Compared to what was in her little folder, what we had done was downright tame.

Damn! I mean, I had certainly read about all those things, and seen some fine pictures, but to think of Lisa like that.  With her hands bounds…on her knees…servicing me. A blindfold over those jeweled eyes, her pouting, wet lips opening to take my cock, her velvet tongue rasping against my hardened flesh. 

Shit..Michael….puppy dogs! Cold showers! Look at all the lovely children and their flower baskets. Or look at Lisa’s mother and her frozen expression.  There…phew…some relief…

Once again, I tried to concentrate on the wedding, but it was no use. When John and Linda exchanged rings and the minister talked about eternal bonds, that word sparked some other thoughts. Bondage… Did she really agree to hand herself over to someone in this way?  Why?  And why during that stupid leverage session?  Was that concept not demeaning enough? He had to do it before- he knew how helpless he had felt.

Well, that and turned on like no tomorrow.

And part of that had been that I had hoped it would be Lisa walking through that door.  Until Diana’s appearance had wiped out all hopes and dreams… She was good at that, after all. Thinking of that lady sent my gaze over the assembled crowd. John had indicated she would be in attendance. But so far, my Diana radar had not gone off. True, at the present moment I was pretty honed in to the little devil across from me, but usually my senses alerted me right away when La Ross was around.  So far, nothing.

I thought you are free?  Maybe freedom cost me this special ability. Oh well….big deal.

Either way, having to deliver that filmed screw fest as leverage had made me feel totally controlled. And I had not agreed to be physically restrained in any way.  No, it had only been my heart on a string, as usual. Funny, how Madame had arranged for that pairing.  But Lisa…much like me, she would not know who was involved. Unless there was some double cross involved I had not figured out yet. If there was, I would think of it, though. I could out- strategize the most paranoid of plans. 

What in the hell was Lisa’s deal? How could she stand there like a little virginal angel, and then be willing to hand herself over and be controlled. For what? To be able to be in a secret club?  Nothing added up.

Well, maybe I should simply ask her.

I was staring again, I knew. She bit her lip- then suddenly looked up at me.  For a moment, her eyes were clear and spoke of something I could not grasp.  The minister pronounced John and Linda husband and wife and Lisa continued to hold my gaze.  The sensation went right through me. This was so intense…almost more intense than us touching…kissing…making… No…fucking.  What the hell was wrong with me? Was I romanticizing already again? 

Then it happened. A small, almost shy smile appeared and I held my breath.

It was gone so quickly, I thought maybe I had imagined it.  Finally, John kissed his new wife and everyone applauded.  Maybe thinking how I would like to fuck her in every conceivable way I could think of had induced hallucinations after all. No, my heart had already stored that smile and played it over and over.

Gosh, you are such a damn fool, man! This girl is no innocent angel. She had you fuck her from behind while she ate her friend’s pussy. And she agreed to be tied up and spanked by any Tom Dick or Harry Madame would pick for her. 

New anger gripped me even as I imagined my hands on her- and my cock pounding into her to get some much needed relief. Maybe that meant my mind was made up.  What did I care?  I just needed to get my rocks off- and soon.

Yeah, maybe I could try to convince myself that that was all I wanted from her.

XXXXXXX

What in the world was his problem? One moment he stared at her as if she was some mystery he tried to solve, and the next he shot lightning bolts out of those dark storm clouds that were his eyes. What had she done now?

And why did she care?  It had been bad enough when he had shown her what he wanted last night in that bathroom- right before he dipped out. To fuck her…and leave.  Again.  She would not even be a distant blurb on his radar as he continued to soar.  Still, in that moment they shared, the desire in his eyes had almost torched her very being.  But so what? She was a piece of meat. He simply had gotten a taste and wanted more. Well, tough luck!  Shouldn’t be too difficult for him to get his dick wet. What did she care?

Yeah, Lisa, you talk a good game. But you were awake all night…

Shit, she had been so awake she had actually headed back out…and had somehow ended up at the club.  Despite all her resolve she was nothing but metal shavings sucked to their powerful magnet.  How had she even known he’d be there?  Had she really looked for him at all?  Well, on purpose or not, it had taken her no time to find him…he was in the piano lounge, drinking.  He was not alone, either- David was there as well, and they were in some intense convo.  Lisa stepped back and pressed herself against a wall before they could spot her.  What in the name of all that was holy was she even doing there?  Lisa tried to make up her mind on whether to leave or to go to a room and…wait for inspiration to strike.  Before she could figure any of that out, Michael was escorted off by one of Madame’s gofers. A very large gofer.

She bit her lips, suddenly noticing worry settling in the pit of her stomach. What did Madame want from him? Was he in any kind of trouble?  Or was he the lucky recipient of some extra attention? It was well known that Madame hand-picked some special members every now and then to have a private supper with. Which, no doubt, would include that marvelous cock.

Lisa swallowed, still feeling the texture, tasting his essence. Noticing where her mind had wandered, she admonished herself for caring. Let him do what he wanted. She was out of that loop.  And that iron ball in her gut did not have jealousy written on it.

Why didn’t she just leave?  Good question, she admitted with a fair amount of the usual self-loathing. She was such a little pathetic loser!

Peeking around the corner, Lisa waited for the gilded elevator door to close behind Michael, then she sauntered in, and stood next to David as of that was her assigned spot.

“Was he mad at you?” Her voice was dark and quiet.

David jumped lightly, then smiled when he recognized her.  He rose and pulled a chair out for her.  “He was steamed. And curious. Very curious.”

Sitting down, Lisa removed her mask.  It was dark enough in here and she was facing away from the door. Usually, people didn’t look at her face.  Jim asked if she wanted her usual vodka, but she decided to go with club soda instead.  Gazing at David, she thought that last comment over for a bit.  Michael was curious?  About her? Was that a good sign? Or would he just sniff around more, trying to get into her business?  Like she needed another intrusive pain in the ass in her life.

“About?”

“You, my love. He wants to know what makes you tick.”

Her little laughter lacked humor. “I wonder that myself, dude.” She paused, “Why does he give a damn?” David looked at her for a long while. “Seems he is intrigued. He gets like that. He hangs his heart on people… And he’s been hurt. So, don’t play with him, ‘kay?”

Lisa burst out laughing. “Play with him? Let’s not forget he was the one playing at this. Making sure she knew his identity, then disappearing. And now he was back. Acting like I owe him some sort of explanation. Well, he won’t get one. I owe no one.”  She set her chin in a stubborn way.

And of course, as most things in her life, it was all some tough front she had learned to put up a long time ago.  And it was total bullshit. She owed so many people so many things.  Her father, his memory, her mother, the business, and on and on and on. With all the parts of her heart expected as payment, how was she supposed to survive?

And now this…the club.  Her line of credit had expired. And this was not about money at all.  Money would have been easy. She had known the rules for a while: every member had to provide a taped performance of his or her choosing that Madame kept as leverage against leaks and snitches. Somehow Lisa had sailed by so far. No one gave a hoot about her. Until she stuck the twig into the hornets’ nest and got the hots for none other than Michael Jackson.  How much higher profile could she get?  And with her name- that was a very bad mixture. Dam her bad luck!

Realistically, she had options. She could simply leave. Maybe that would be for the best. Just cut and run- like she normally did. Give into pressure, go the road of least resistance.  The kicks weren’t permanent and she would heal- unless the footprints were cast in cement. So no- instead of telling Madame to go to hell, she had put up a tough front and played along. Even supplied a rather racy dossier of things she would be willing to engage in. Hey- if she raised the ante- maybe she’d feel again.

Feel again like I did with him. Surely he wasn’t that unique. It had simply been an extraordinary situation.

Right?

And now she was trapped.  It was too funny. She had found the club to function as an escape from being coerced into a marriage she didn’t want. And now-…well…she still had a choice as the walls closed in around her and the locks snapped into place.

Watching Michael throughout the ceremony had been very revealing and torturous. First of all, he looked otherworldly gorgeous in that dark tux. He was not dressed in any flashy way, and yet his style and carriage still stood out. His hair was tied back and he wore little make-up- and he was stunningly beautiful. Her body reacted to his mere appearance as if he was touching every nerve.  And his eyes… The heat, some deep passion that recalled moments of gazing into his masked eyes when he was almost at the height of his endurance- right before he erupted in her mouth.  God… Lisa had shifted around, being glad no one would know about her wet panties.

Unless he had some sort of x-ray vision. His gaze made her wonder at times.  He made her feel naked- embarrassed.  Why did he have to stare like that? Oh, he tried to hide it- or thought she did not notice. But hell no! She was well aware he was watching her- and she was well aware that he wanted her on some odd level. Which was odd… he already had gotten into her bloomers. What else was he curious about?

And why the hell did knowing about his curiosity affect her as it did?  What was it about him that didn’t let her go? He was just a man- a very good looking, very sexy, very passionate man- but a man who wanted to use her body nonetheless. And more than likely, someone who would check off having scored some pussy from Elvis’ little girl and then move on. Obviously, his childlike image and pure persona were nothing but bullshit. 

Unless there is more to the puzzle.  Maybe, just maybe, she was not the only complicated person left in this one dimensional universe.

Well, this certainly was not the venue to be able to ponder any of those questions. The wedding party moved inside the banquet hall, and toasts were spoken. When it was Michael’s turn, Lisa was too mesmerized by his lips to think about the words he spoke. God…and to think…these were the lips that had kissed her lips, her skin, her body. 

Heat infused her every cell and she felt her breasts swell. This was ridiculous!  She needed a dip in the pool or something.  Time to try out that new dildo she had bought. Who needed a man? Even if he came with hands, and lips, and eyes,…and a dick made straight in some sexy dude for order universe.

Music started to play and John and Linda opened the dance floor. They looked so cute, so amazing. How nice to see a couple so happy. Maybe some relationships did work out. Just sucked that this happiness was not something she ever saw herself being able to hold on, too. You needed a solid vessel…she was full of holes.

“Lisa Marie…I guess it’s traditional that we dance together. I mean, if you rather not…I can understand…” He had come up behind her, his words supplying the air caressing her skin, making goosebumps race the length of her body. Silver mercury spread from her stomach through all her blood vessels. This was ridiculous. She was acting as if she was on Ecstasy. The biological kind. 

Despite some sudden, crazy, self-preservation form of fear, Lisa nodded.  Speaking required air and a lubricated throat- both of which she lacked. Michael gave her a little smile and took her hand, making her feel as if she was hooked up to a million volts once more.  Carefully he stepped in closer and put his arm around her.  God… Too close. Her chest constricted. She could barely breathe. Who had thought it was funny to pump all the oxygen from the tent?

When he started to move he felt solid and fluid at the same time. His was his own chemical element. Created no doubt in the Big Bang.  He steadied her when she felt like falling. An earthquake in her soul.  Too late to take cover.  She stared at his shoulder…willing her body to calm down, yelling at herself to not look at his neck…his face…to not feel the warm hold he had on her…to not remember those magnificent hands on her skin.

The next turn brought her closer into him, and she felt that he was also not unaffected by their contact.

Her eyes flew up to meet his- and she was almost surprised to see him smile at her with that boyish grin.

“Sorry…I’m not all the way in charge of certain…reactions.”

Damn! Could he not simply let her ignore this?  And did her pussy really have to get all swollen and moist? Fuck this shit!

No, really Lisa…all you wanna do is fuck this man. And nothing good could come from it.

But who needed long term goals when a quick trip into the sun looked oh so promising?

Okay, maybe she could use reason before her brain short circuited all the way.  They had a history after all- one that started before that crazy night in the club she ran into him and could not unhook herself from his column of light.

“Michael…look…can we talk? I’m getting a bit tired of this little dance. I mean, not this dance…but you know what I mean, right?  I know this is all so frigging odd. But- look, I know you probably never thought about me at all after we met as kids, but I’ve been trying to get in touch with you. I thought…you know…you being who you are, you would understand. ‘Bout my Dad and all. I mean…what I’m trying to say is that I asked my Mom to get in touch with you. And I totally get why you didn’t want to meet me again, no hard feelings there. - I mean, you’re busy and you’re always around those glitzy people. So..I know it must have been a shock when you found out…I mean…that you…that we…”

“Had sex? Shared an amazing, mind-blowing experience?” His eyes bore into her and set off little firebombs. He was a minefield she never could hope to navigate intact.

“Whatever… But I get it…”

“I’m glad one of us does. Lisa Marie…what the heck are you talking about? I contacted your mother- a while back. Like years. I also wanted to catch up. I wondered what had become of you. I mean, I admire your father so much. And I knew you’d understand what I’m going through right now. But your Mom made it known in no uncertain terms that it was totally out of line to hope to meet you again. She acted like I was gonna eat you alive, or abduct you or something.”  He blushed. “And you were just a kid. I just saw that picture of you and you looked so…sad…so, I..I just thought we could be friends.”

Her thoughts became streaks of color, swirling around in her mind until nothing was left but a brown mess. What picture? That picture? The really horrible one in her bikini at sixteen? Crap! He had seen that?  And mother? Her mother had done what? What the fuck! Not again! Shit- this whole mess could have been avoided had she known him better. Damn her mother and her constant interferences in her life.

Yes, Lisa, it’s your mother’s fault you roll around the sheets of a high class sex club frequented by the most famous grown child in the world.

Still…if they had been in touch. She would have known it was him. She would have known his voice. Would have recognized his eyes…his hands, his mouth. And she never would have had all those parts of him caressing her… Fuck! There was no way she could ever regret that part.

“Michael…I really don’t know what to say…I asked her to find out about you- and…you know what? Never mind. I really doesn’t matter. But you know…I just thought you should know- I really had wanted us to be friends…” Regret’s fingers tightened her throat.

He looked at her and something in his face softened. Even as his cock stayed noticeably hard.

“Past tense? And now you don’t?”

“I don’t see how we can be… I mean…we…you…and me…”

“Had sex. So?” His face was guarded and he didn’t give away anything. For a moment it hit home how guarded he had to live his life. She thought she was being watched? Damn- compared to him, she didn’t know shit about that. Was that it? Did he go to the XXX so he could have free reign? Had hiding behind a mask been ultimately easier than hiding behind his face?

Still…the extreme differential between his tornadic passion and his remoteness got to her.

So? That’s all he had to say?

“Well, I don’t know.  It made it all so fucking weird.”

“ ‘Cause it’s me, right? Cause I’m weird.” This time there was pain and she stopped moving to the music, staring at him.

“Dude! Are you listening to me? How is that in any way about you- and how weird you are or aren’t? The whole fucking situation is weird. That’s all.”

“ What’s weird?  Oh,  I get it:  You normally don’t dance at weddings with the men you fuck at the club? I’m shocked.”

There was that smile again. And her body was melting into her dissolving bones. He pulled her back into the dance effortlessly.

“No, oddly enough, that’s not the norm.” And she was not going to disclose that there had been no other men she fucked at the club. None of his business.

He turned serious again.  “I want you Lisa…I can’t stop thinking of you.  I gotta see you again…” His voice was against her ear, his breath stirring the little lock of hair hanging down to her shoulder.

“At the Club? Is that what you mean? You gotta see me again there?” Why was she asking?  Fear of him saying no stepped on the hope he had something else in mind and twisted it out like a cigarette stomp.  Her pain smeared the pavement: ashes on concrete.

A light went out in his eyes and she stared into black mirrors.  “I told you. You let me know when you’re ready for another round. Cause I’m game. But I aint’ sharing this time.”

The music stopped and Lisa froze in her tracks. She had been right- this was all about sex for him. The question was, why? He could screw anyone. Why her?

Because you are who you are, dummy.  You are a prize.  And no, not because of who you are, really. Because of what is written on your birth certificate and on your face.

For some reason, tears took her vision.

“Lisa…” For once he only used part of her name, and it sounded like a bird far above a mountain ridge, crying its anguish.

“Lisa…there you are. Sorry, I’m late. Hey- you are Michael Jackson, right? Too cool! Hey, I am Danny Keough, Lisa Marie’s fiancé. It’s so very cool to meet you here. And thanks for keeping her busy.”

Lisa startled as if a bucket of ice had been dumped on her. Danny. Fucking hell! Talk about bad timing. Clenching his jaw, Michael’s face turned to that bland, polite mask she had seen in photos of him a million times.  But his eyes…they drilled into her soul and drained her.

“Fiancé, hm. Wow- I had no idea.   And sure- I’ll keep Lisa Marie busy any time you can’t be ‘round, man.”  The meaning was not lost on her and her stomach flipped.

Michael raised and kissed her hand, the impact stunning her.  Holy shit! If she read him correctly, he was angry as hell. The question was, why did hearing she was engaged get him riled up like that?

And as if things could not possibly get worse, her mother approached at that very time.

“Oh, wonderful. I see you finally had a chance to meet Lisa Marie, Michael. And this is the fine young man she decided to settle down with. Aren’t they so cute?”  Her mother’s arm came to rest over her shoulders and she froze as if eternal winter had settled.

“Yes, very …sweet. Wonderful to see you again, Mrs. Presley. And I am indeed grateful to have been able to catch up with Lisa Marie.”

“Lisa…” Lisa interjected, wishing the ground could simple swallow her whole. But at least Michael would know how she liked to be called.  Before he hated her forever.  Danny reached for her hand and she pulled it away again , crossing her arms in front of her.  Her mother caught the movement and shot her a funny look. Or a questioning one…it was getting hard to tell with Mother’s Botox habit.

“Well, I know you run in very different circles than our Lisa Marie here. Oh, by the way: did you bring a date tonight? I thought you would bring your lovely monkey.  Bobbie, right?”

Oh, God, this was such a fucking nightmare. What was she gonna ask next? If he stashed his oxygen chamber in the bathroom?

“Bubbles” Michael and Lisa announced in unison.

“Oh yes. So, where is Bubbles?”  Priscilla’s tone made sure it was crystal clear she was making fun of Michael- and Lisa felt like punching her. Danny snickered and she elbowed him, her eyes cast solidly to the ground.

“Well, I was going to bring him, but I felt the environment would be a bit too…polluted… for him. I’m sorry. I have to save my voice- I have a concert coming up. And I gotta talk to John. Lisa- I hope we can discuss that proposition further. Danny… Mrs Presley…” He flashed a brilliant smile and nodded toward her, his eyes leaving a scorching blister on her heart. That was a look of …bubbling anger. Shit…why was he mad at her? This was so not her fault!

Something about his haughty exit made her smile and she bit her lip.

“Lisa – You know Michael Jackson? You never said. That’s so frigging dope. You think he will sing at our wedding? What business proposition was he talking about? How crazy exciting!”

“Danny- cool down, I…”

“Lisa Marie, I hope you remember you have absolutely no legal authority to enter into any business arrangements. Plus. I think you should keep this acquaintance …ah..light. I mean, you two have nothing in common. He’s way older and well…slightly odd…and…”

“Black?” Lisa volunteered, getting more and more pissed off as her mother rattled on.

Who the fuck did she think she was? Telling her how light or heavy to keep her relationships. Shit. For a second she wished she could tell Mommy just how heavy her and Michael had been interacting. But crap- Danny was standing here. And while she was not in love with him, she didn’t want to hurt him needlessly.

“Lisa Marie- That most certainly has nothing to do with anything. You are way out of line here. He is much older, and he wants to be in the realm of your Dad a little bit too much. Don’t you think it’s suspicious he sought you out?  I mean…a bit too convenient?”

Lisa was just about to thank her mother for her high opinion when Danny grabbed her hand all excited, staring at the entrance to the hall behind her.

“Well, look at this! And here I thought this was just going to be a normal, boring shindig. But look- isn’t that Diana Ross who just floated into the room?  Man…! She is one sexy vision of perfection!”

Lisa had to smile at Danny’s enthusiasm, and turned- just in time to see Diana walk up to Michael and plant a full on kiss on him. Right there in the middle of the room. And what almost took her breath was Michael blushing and melting into his mentor…returning first the kiss, then a loving hug that went on a little bit longer than Lisa liked.

What the fuck was that about?

 

XXXXXXX

Why did I not just leave? This whole night was turning into more of a nightmare than I ever imagined. It had been bad enough standing up for John, thinking of nothing but nailing Lisa.  And then, just as things finally took some sort of encouraging turn during our dance I found out she was engaged.

One would think that might be something a woman mentioned after a little anonymous threesome. Not that I imagined there was really an appropriate way to do this.

Thanks for the fun, gotta run home to my soon to be husband- might raise eyebrows. Actually, she didn’t owe anyone any explanation.  Not then…but maybe since then. At some point.  But shit- she had talked about being friends, while her body snuggled against me dancing. Women were so fucking confusing!

And then her idiotic mother- …Yeah, knowing what I did now, I could see how she had kept her precious golden child away from me on purpose. If nothing else, it was pretty hilarious that her plans had gone so utterly wrong. Yeah…Lisa and I not only ran in the same circles, but we did all kinds of other things Miss High and Mighty would not approve of. As tempting as it was to rub all that in her face, I had seen Lisa’s face when her mother launched her thinly concealed attack.  There was anger…and embarrassment. Expressions I know had colored my face a million times when Joe had put me on the spot or said something totally messed up. Even though his style was less refined than Priscilla’s, it was no less lethal.

And then, Diana’s appearance had taken the cherry on the cake. As always, she had manifested like a dream…or a nightmare…suspended in a cloud of soft clothing, hair, and perfume.  A slight tingling in the back of my neck had alerted me a megasecond before her scent took all air out of the room.

I had reminded myself of my recent Declaration of Freedom- too bad Diana seemed to have forgotten. She honed in on me, calling me her baby, and wrapped me in a tight embrace.  And shit- all my good intentions were no match for my muscle memory. And the heart, after all, was a muscle. As was another part much lower.

When the soft, luscious lips met mine, my arms were already wrapping around her and I returned her kiss for a second. Well, till she tried to slip me some tongue…which brought me to my senses.  We were in the middle of a room at a wedding after all…and when I looked up I spotted Lisa’s shocked, pale face. What was that? Was little Lisa not feeling all that well?  And with her cute little fiancé next to her?  Well, that certainly was important information.

And so a battle of sorts started. A sick competition. And of course, as always, I had to be the winner. Lisa danced with her boy a couple of times, her hands on him in ways making me want to go ahead and take her up on her bondage ideas right this minute. He kissed her a time or two- and every time I felt like someone had punched me directly in my gut.  I studied every little facet of her interactions: did her eyes close as they had when she kissed me after her and Monica sucked me dry? Did she smile with that dirty grin, her eyes hooded and tempting? 

Of course, to pay her back in kind, I was flirting with Diana a bit more than was safe- or healthy.  Diana reached for me more than once- and I let her cop a feel or two, my eyes meeting Lisa across the room, watching her eyes flash at me before she turned back to poofy hair guy…Keough.

Diana sat next to me, holding a perfect conversation with some guy while her hand ascended my thigh. Aiming for my what I had sworn she would never play with again. My hand closed over hers and I stopped her advance, getting her attention.

“Michael- love- what’s the matter?” She cooed at me when she turned to me again, her eyes having that expression telling me she thought she had won already again. Her fingers squeezed my leg.

“I done told you- We don’t roll like that anymore…So stop it…”  I had leaned forward to whisper in her ear, and she threw back her head, acting as if I had just showered her with the most amazing words of love. Or a great joke. They were kind of the same thing to her, I knew.

“Michael…Come on. Let it go. You know you didn’t mean what you said that night.  Something is different about you though…but I kinda like that new…you.”

Well, yeah- something was indeed different. My attentions were not a result of her greater game plan, but for once, were motivated by my very own strategy. And she, for once, was a supportive player.

Automatically, my eyes scanned the room. I found Lisa, a glass of clear liquid in her hand, laughing in a way that was too giddy at something Danny said, lounging against the wall in a corner toward the back, him leaning against her.  I felt a muscle in my jaw tightening and starting to twitch.

“Michael….have you been listening?” 

Shit no. I guess there was some sound curtain drifting toward me from Diana’s mouth, but my thoughts were all wrapped up in the little player across the room.  How had she looked at me with such bright, big eyes earlier and now was just about feeling up that boy right here in front of me? If she wanted him so badly and wanted me as a friend, why did she not simply go home with him. Or take his ass to the XXX. She could always pay his entrance fee.

“I’m sorry…I got something to take care off.”  The bees buzzing through my veins would not let me sit still any longer.  I was out of there. But first I’d have a final word with Miss Presley.

I approached the sweet little couple and was well aware of Lisa’s eyes widening.  Her body stiffened- and yet she had to plant a little kiss on Danny’s check. Fuck her!

And I would. One more time. And then be done with her ass- forever. Move on- not give her another thought.

“I’m gonna head out. But Lisa- I gotta talk to you for a second. If it’s alright with your fiancé, of course.” 

“Oh, Dude- sure…I gotta go to the bathroom anyway.  Have at her.”

Oh, and I would. And she wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple of days. Or give it out to her little honey here. She’d remember me.

He left and Lisa stood there, staring at me, her lip being tortured by her teeth, making me imagine what it will feel like to kiss her, bite the luscious skin, suck it into my mouth. My dick instantly assured me those were very good plans.

“What you want? Not busy enough with the old lady about laying you out over there?”

I smirked. Good. The little show had gotten to her.  Success!

“Who? Diana? We are old friends…” I emphasized the last word and left the meaning hanging in the room.

“Yeah, I know. How long she’s been doing you?  Anyone ever turn her ass in for child abuse?”

“I’m not a kid, you know…You should know that…”  My eyes ran from her eyes to her chest, watching her blush. Feeling the heat suddenly rising.

“Uhum…whatever. Do what you want.”

“I wanna do you, Lisa.” I leaned in and my voice was deep and raspy. I delighted inhaling her scent and wanted nothing more than to kiss that soft neck…to watch the pulse race in that sexy little hollow…

“I’m engaged.” Her voice was dark and dangerous…I knew that tone… Dark like warm honey…

“Yeah…and unless it just happened, you were engaged when I almost made you cry. Shall we ask Monica to get an accurate timeline?”

“Leave her out of this.”

“I plan to… Lisa... You and me this time…”

“Keep dreamin…” Her eyes were sparkling with hot liquid silver. I was willing to bet her pussy was also flooded.

My dream was right here. I had to have her… One more time.  But I didn’t want to make her feel ambushed again. She had to know about Madame’s plan. I don’t know why, but something told me I owed her that much. Or maybe that was my penance to absolve me from making her think I was using her.

“Look- meet me in the back ballroom in like five minutes. Please. I wanna tell you something- something about the club you oughta know.”

“Shush about that…I aint’ gonna talk about that here.I told you.”

Why the hell did she have to be so stubborn?

“Lisa- look, it’s important. Five minutes, okay?”

She chewed on her cheek… then started to bite her nails. Gosh- this girl was a mess.

“I don’t know…”

I leaned in and kissed her cheek…my lips lingering against the peachfuzz of her jaw. God…my mouth watered and my lips recalled the softness and vanilla scent of her. 

“Please… Or I might have to kiss you here for real. Give your Mom a heart attack…”

Surprising me, she giggled. Her head turned and she looked up at me, her lips so temptingly close to mine now. 

“You’re nuts, Jackson. Fine. I meet you. This better be good.”

She smiled and suddenly I remembered earlier- when I had snuck out to catch a break and caught a glimpse of Lisa in the lady’s lounge, fixing hair and make-up of three little girls who were flower girls.  Man…she looked so happy. So carefree. So sweet. Which one was the real Lisa Marie?

XXXXXXX

Lisa knew it probably was a real stupid idea to agree to see him… Alone. In a back room. Away from the commotion. And yet, everything inside her screamed she had to do it. Shit- he was obviously a dog- just like she had thought. He had been hanging over the literally overexposed diva all night and Lisa was seriously getting sick imagining how long that relationship must have been going on. It was obvious they had at some point been lovers. Or still were.

Fiends, my ass!

She had caught Diana’s hands on his leg – almost his crotch- more than once.  Did the older woman have no shame?  They had been promoted like she was his other Mom. Yeah.. It was sick!

And that’s all your outrage is about. That she’s older. Not that she’s grabbing what you been dreaming about and fantasizing about for weeks- and certainly all day.

Well, she simply chose to not think about that now. She just would tell him they could not meet again. Not like that…not as…lovers…or whatever.

Her body just about went into convulsions at the thought of not being able to get another dose of him. But no, she could do this. As long as he didn’t get close again…didn’t lean in…didn’t stroke her with that deep voice she never even knew he had. The voice belonging to the seductive stranger issuing commands… No, she had to keep him away!

Which is why you meet him in a remote, empty room. To not have him come close.

Moments later she entered the room and instantly froze. There was Michael alright. Pressed against a wall…with Diana Ross plastered all over him… Her big ass hair just about hid his small frame- but there was no mistaking her leg pressed against his crotch. Both his hands were around the woman’s tiny waist.  What the hell?

Was that why he wanted her to come in here? To get an eyeful of what or whom he really was after? To let her see with her own eyes that she was nothing to him, and he’d rather roll around with the woman who was known as the Mattress of Motown?

Lisa’s blood was boiling.

She slammed the door shut and enjoyed the sight of the couple in heat jumping apart, Michael pushing the woman off him.

Diana reached up to her mouth, wiping away some lipstick smear.  Her dark eyes were sparkling and her lips in a pretend embarrassed smile that never entered the dork orbs “Oh, I’m sorry. Miss Presley, right? Is there anything you want? You lost something, dear? Well, just run along- you won’t find it here.”

Holy shit! The old bat was about to lose some of the hair that looked as if she pugged herself into a socket before attending the wedding.  Who did she think she was dealing with? A five year old? Lisa simply stared at Michael, who was flushed and looked horrified. What the fuck? Why did he look so bent out of shape?  This was all his set-up, after all. He should be satisfied.

“You’re right- I won’t…” she finally was able to say in a very flat manner and turned.

“”Lisa- wait! We’re…it’s not what you…wait…Diana was about to go…”

Go where? Down on him? Go to take her clothes off? What the fuck?

“Michael!” Diana laughed…then sobered quickly, her eyes narrowing, looking from Michael to Lisa. “Oh…I see. Well…I gotta give you credit, Michael.You aim high. Is that the game you were up to all night?  You are something…”She broke out into some artificial, sick laughter.  “But I guess I should be proud. You’re learning, sweetie.”

“Just leave…” He whispered, his eyes still glued to Lisa.

“No, it’s fine. I’m outa here. You two…enjoy. Have a safe trip back to Europe Michael. And have a nice life.” Lisa turned, but Miss Ross, grasped her arm, which she shook off immediately as if a branch full of poison ivy had brushed against her.  The bitch better watch out. The mood she was in, it was not beyond reason she’d sock her.  She was done being a toy to the rich and famous tonight.

Lisa’s eyes flew to the skinny hand on her. “Take your fucking hand off me…Now.”

“Temper, my dear.  But I see why he likes you. You got spunk. Just don’t expect him to stay too focused on you. He’s got places to be…he’s gotta be on top. Unless he decides you should be…Oh..sorry, bad pun.- I’m just playing, really. But anyway- don’t take yourself too serious. You look like a nice girl- and Michael here and I- we got history.”

“Go!” He yelled again, this time pointing toward the door. Lisa had never heard him really raise his voice like that.

Diana blew him a kiss and soared from the room.

The air was crackling with static.  They stared at each other and Lisa feared the sparks would incinerate everything. But you needed oxygen for a fire. And her lungs were compressed.

Finally he spoke, his voice sounding strained.

“Lisa…it wasn’t what it looked like. Really. I came in here to wait for you- and she, she surprised me. We…it’s complicated…” The dark gaze dropped, leaving her cold.

“Whatever. You don’t owe me shit. You can do it with whoever and wherever you like. Just make sure to not include me in any of your stupid plans.”

Michael stepped up and closed the distance between them so quickly, it took her breath away. He grabbed her arm this time. What the fuck was it with people tugging around on her tonight?

“What’s wrong? My plans? Who started all of this, Lisa Marie? Who was playing little sex video games then added a twist? Mad she left? Maybe I misread you- and you hoped she’d stay. Knowing what I know…And she could probably teach you a thing or two ‘bout…”

Lisa simply reacted. The slap was loud enough to startle her.  It took a moment to catch on- and the burning in her palm preceded him grabbing her free arm only by seconds.

The color drained from her face. Shit! She had hit him.  Without even knowing she did it.  Not that he didn’t deserve it. But crap!

They stared at each other, both panting.

“Let me go!” Lisa barely had enough breath to expel the whisper.

His response was to turn and kick the door shut.

What the fuck?

“What? So you can assault me again?” Was this funny to him? There was an amused tone now she could not fully comprehend. The last thing she wanted to be was his little amusement.

“You had no right to say that to me. To act like I’m some slut who just wants to get it on with you and your …sick little mother figure there.”

Michael’s eyes darkened. “Oh, it’s okay for you to just about jump your little fiancé with me watching, but you can’t stand when the shoe’s on the other foot?”

She hated when he was right.  Lisa lowered her gaze. “You do what you want. And same here. I don’t owe you an explanation. We fucked…that’s all we did. We were strangers. We are strangers… nothing to each other…”

Her heart thumped with pain. But this was reality. And she had to say it out loud to help her face it.

His lips tightened- as did the grip on her wrists, cutting off circulation.

She winced. “Are you gonna let me go?”

As an answer he pulled her into him by her arms, and she crashed against his rock hard body. Shit… His dick was a granite ridge against her leg.  There was no mistaking his arousal. For the first time, Lisa also became aware of her reaction. Her stomach was in knots, the familiar spiral tightening. Her pussy buzzing, filling, getting wetter than she had been in days…which was saying quite a lot.

“Are you gonna let me go, Lisa?  You got a strong hold on me- stranger and all… But here…let me remind you were not all that unfamiliar…”

He twisted his body and pushed her against the wall, stunning her with the impact. Before she could do anything, he lowered her arms down, still holding her wrists, this time to her side against the door. She turned her head away from him and he stepped closer, holding her still with his body until she could not possibly move.  His mouth found her and she put up a small fight, knowing it was a losing battle. Understanding that she needed to kiss him more than she needed to take another breath.

His lips captured her and he didn’t grant her an out.  The kiss was not tender, and the impact was so frantic she felt his teeth on her.  Michael groaned into her mouth when she countered the attack, her tongue meeting his, their dance frenzied, stirring the flames till they licked every strand in her frail net of nerves.

Lisa barely noticed he relinquished the hold on one hand, using it to fist in her hair, totally destroying her updo, pulling on her, making her crave the painful sensation as all her systems came online. Her nipples rubbed the inside of her bra- making her squirm, intensifying the sensation as his body was still pressed against hers.  Lisa whimpered and he released her other hand, which now snaked around to her ass, grabbing her hard.  God, he was so crazy sprung. She thought she could feel his cock twitching through his pants.  Her pussy reacted by contracting. One of her hands, sensations still half cut off from his grip gripped his hair, while the other ran down the side of his slender waist, to his hips, and around to snake between them.

Everything was spinning and she had no idea what she was doing or why. All she knew was that she fed off his breath, his blood being the impetus for hers flowing, his frame keeping her upright.

His mouth left hers and her head weakly rolled to the side, granting him access to her neck.  His tongue traced a teasing line to her earlobe, before he sucked and nibbled there, throwing more sparks of pure gold into the treasure chest of her passion.

“Lisa… Lisa Marie…You drive me absolutely crazy…girl… you got no idea what you do to me…”

Well, whatever it was, it had the effect of making him feel huge and long in her hand. Her other hand descended and she messed with the buttons and zipper, wanting, no, needing to feel him.  At the same time, his hand found the zipper on the back of her dress and he pulled it down, his hands first gripping her breasts through the material, massaging each, before he greedily pushed the material and the strapless gown down, staring at her exposed, turgid tips.

He licked his lips and it felt as if he had stroked the tip along her clit. Damn… At the same time, Lisa managed to pry open his zipper, her hands freeing him, pulling his hot and heavy erection to freedom. He was so huge. She inhaled, staring down at him. Shit…how had she forgotten?  Her hand closed around him, and she barely managed to hold him.  Her other hand found his tight balls and he moaned, before he bent down. His tongue licked her nipples- first one, then the other.  She made a little sound, and noticed how his dick grew even more in her hands. 

“You like that baby girl, don’t ch’a…You taste like heaven… I love your breasts…I remember how you held them up to me…telling me how much you wanted me to fuck you.. You still want that, girl?”

The tongue circled each nipple, teasing it again.  Shit- she needed more… And she didn’t care if he’d fuck her right here against this door. Nothing mattered but the heat surrounding her and the light blinding her to anything remotely outside this pleasure driven universe.

“Shit yeah…I want you so much...Michael.” It was the first time she said his name in the height of passion, and he stilled and smiled, his eyes burning into her before his head once again lowered and he now sucked each peak into his mouth, tugging, biting, soothing. Lisa moaned and her hand closed over his cock, precum lubricating her movements. In the meantime, Michael’s hand had found the slit of her dress, and after running his tantalizing fingers along her leg, he went searching for her underwear finding her panties, pushing the soaked material to the side.

“Michael...oh shit…”

“That’s right baby girl. Gosh, you’re so wet. So swollen…you want me as much as I want you…let me help you out…you’re dripping out, baby..” His fingers used her escaping juices to glide up and down her slit. Michael kissed up her neck, sucking the little hollow, while Lisa concentrated on his cock, gripping him tighter, her fingers caressing over the slick tip, delighting in making him jump.

This was crazy… What if someone came in?  Michael’s fingers gliding against her, now spreading her, finding her clenching opening distracted her. No, there were no others around. No one was in this world.

“Girl…I gotta make you feel good…and shit…if you keep up that grip…be careful there…”

She had no idea what being careful entailed any longer. Her senses raced on a highway of pure light, where caution was a foreign concept. As he rubbed her more, entering her with first one, then two fingers, spreading her, before finally rubbing against her overly sensitive clit, she screamed out, and his mouth came down to silence her.

The beating of her heart was felt in her throat and in her pussy…and she knew she was so close…too close to care what she was doing…and too close to back away from the open flame. At the same time, the feeling of power as she held him was intoxicating:, pumping him, delighting in the feel of his hot steel, twitching in her hand, enjoying a little twist and tug every now and then that had him jump and moan.

“Fuck, girl…shit…you’re too much…”

His high pitch moans edged her on further, and when he rubbed her clit hard with the pad of his thumb while pumping her with his fingers, she flew apart. Again, he was there for her, his mouth silencing her cries, his body steadying her.  Her climax obviously had its effect on him and she felt him jerk against her, before he broke the kiss, buried his head in her neck and moaned her name, sending her headfirst into another climax.

Lisa felt his juices coat her hand and the extra lubrication helped to finish him off. Her mouth watered and she almost wished she had gotten to enjoy him in her mouth.

Her breathing was erratic, as was his.

His body leaned against her heavily, and she shivered when he placed little kisses on her collar bone and her neck.

“Girl…you just don’t know. What the fuck was that about?”

“I think we just made out…” Lisa giggled against him, hiding her face against his shoulder, feeling shy suddenly.

“Are we not strangers now?” He looked down at her and the almost tender expression in his eyes made her tear up.

“Guess not…”

He bent down to kiss her sweetly one more time. “Okay, I wanna stand here forever…but shit…we gotta clean up. Here…let me help you..” When he stepped away from her the sudden loss of warmth caused her to shudder.

Michael found some tissues and spotted a sink at the back of the room. What in the world had she done?  Pushing reality away another moment, she only concentrated on his gentle efforts to put them both back to something resembling normal attired. Christ- Lisa caught her refection in the mirror over the little bar. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and her eyes looked…well, high. 

“You know what? We can’t go back out like this. Imma gonna try and call us two cars from the phone over there. And you just have to explain to your family that you were unwell or something.”

Shit- her mother…Danny.  What the fuck was her problem?  Lisa sank into a chair.

“Lisa…? Are you okay? I’m sorry- but with all this craziness all day…I’m not sure what got into me. But I still gotta talk to you.”

No, she had enough. Her system was starting to shut down.  She started to shake as if she was cold.  She wanted nothing more than to be go home. Or stay here, and be held by him for a little while longer. And these kinds of thoughts, will get you in trouble, Lisa, she admonished herself.

“Lisa. Look- there’s something about the club you gotta know.”

The club?  What was his problem?  Did he still not see? This was not about the club!

The thought caught her off guard. Fuck! Yes it was. This wasn’t about anything else. He was Michael Jackson- and he had a life. He was not some  guy she could have a relationship with. He was a man who liked a thrill. And she supplied it. What a stupid little cunt she was!

“I don’t wanna talk about any of that right now. Or ever, maybe.”

Michael crouched down before her, eying her. “Are you okay?  Look, I know it’s a lot, but I gotta tell you…”

Lisa got up. “No, cut it out. Stop pretending you give a shit. You wanna hook up again in the club whenever you’re in town?  Fine. We figure something out. But that’s it. We each have a life. No questions asked. If we do become friends, no more touching outside the club. We keep a strict line between that life and the one there. If you can’t handle those rules, forget it.”

He stared at her, rising himself. “Are you fucking serious? Can’t you just listen for a minute?”

“No- no explanations, no questions, no commitment. I admit I like messing ‘round with you. But that don’t mean I don’t like to do my thing in the club as I please.”

His eyes once again swam with molten lava.  “You sure that’s how you wanna play it?”

She held his gaze, keeping her jaw tight to keep her teeth from clattering. “Yeah.”

He rose and threw his hands up into the air. “You now what? Fine! You do your thing. I do mine. Whatever. See if I care. Can I call you a car now or is that also crossing the line?”

Why the fuck did his agreement hurt so much? She was such a twit.

“No, go ahead.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

He did as he offered, and when she was safely tucked into the car after he helped her escaped out the back, she wondered why the fuck he just stood there, gazing after her…as if he gave a shit. 

To be continued in PART TWO:
 http://emb4mj.blogspot.com/2012/10/x-treme-desire-part-two.html

 

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