Who's Really Bad?

Michael had just finished a show in New York. He was so tired and sweaty, but he had to go do a meet and greet with the fans.

“Michael, you ready?” His bodyguard asked.

“Yeah, I have no choice,” he laughed and wiped his face with his cold wash cloth. When he sat down, he took a deep breath and smiled at the fan. “What’s your name?” He asked the child.

“Michelle,” she smiled a front toothless grin and watched him sign her picture.

“That’s a pretty name, Michelle. Be good,” he smiled and waited for the next fan.

A young woman approached the table and pushed her shirt and picture to him. He looked up to see the most beautiful girl. Her hand was on the back of her neck, her beautiful curly brown hair shaped her face structure, and her eyes a piercing blue.

Michael swallowed hard and smiled, “what’s your name?”

“Jessica, but my friends call me Jesy.”

“Jesy. I like that,” he said her name aloud. “You’re beautiful,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” she blushed and waited as he signed her shirt.

“Can I see you again?” He looked up and handed her the shirt and picture.

“Uh, how will that happen?” She laughed.

“Give me a call and we’ll figure something out,” he said and smiled.

She looked down at the picture with his name and number on it, “I will,” she smiled and walked off. Michael watched after her until she was out of sight.

“Uh, Michael, you have more fans,” his bodyguard told him.

“Oh,” he shook his head and smiled at the next fan.

Later that night, Michael had gone back to his hotel and lay on his bed, clearly exhausted.

“Finally,” he sighed happily and just lay there with his eyes closed. Soon, he heard the phone ring. Instantly, he became upset. It would ring as soon as I lay down. He thought to himself and sat up and looked at the phone as it rang twice. He sighed and picked it up, “hello?” He answered.

“Hey,” a female voice said, clearly nervous.

“May I ask who’s calling?” Michael asked with a confused look on his face.

“Jessica. Remember, Jesy,” she asked.

“Ooh,” he smiled and lay back down. “For a moment there I thought you were a woman with the wrong number,” he laughed.

“Oh, no. I’m pretty sure I have the right number that was written on my picture,” she laughed.

“Cool, so, how are you?”

“I’m great. Kinda nervous cause I’m talking to Michael Jackson.”

“Don’t be.”

“I’m trying,” she laughed.

“Well, what did you think of the concert?”

“I thought it was great.”

“What’s your favorite song?”

“Right now, ‘I Just Can’t Stop Lovin’ You.’ I think you should’ve kept the spoken intro in there.”

“Really? Why do you think that?”

“It really swept me off my feet.”

“Well, I’m glad I did that,” he laughed.

They talked until one am laughing and flirting with one another.

“So, can I see you again sometime?” Michael asked.

“How can that happen with your busy schedule?”

“I can squeeze it in somehow. Trust me. I have my ways,” he flirted.

“Well, since you say that. Yeah. I would love to see you again without your fans watching us.”

Michael laughed at that, “alright. I’ll see you tomorrow then at around eleven am. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great,” she said and gave him her address.

“Alright. I’ll pick you up myself. No bodyguards or anything. Well, I have to have one. Is that okay with you?” He laughed.

“It’s perfectly fine with me. I’m getting tired. I’ll see you at eleven,” she smiled.

“At eleven. Alright. I’ll see you then,” he heard the smile in her voice and smiled too.

“Goodnight, Michael.”

“Goodnight, Jesy,” he smiled and put the phone on the receiver.

The next day, Jesy was nervous at the fact that Michael Jackson was taking her out. She didn’t know what they were going to do for the day, so she just put on a red sun dress and wore her hair down as usual. She never wore her hair in ponytails.

Well, that should do it, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror and put a red sparkly clip in her hair and slipped on some red flip flops.

When she looked in the mirror, her smile faded as she thought of her past. She wished she never did such a thing, but was overjoyed that she could hide her past with the good girl image she fake everyday.

As she walked into the living room, a knock came to the door. She walked up and looked through the peephole to see Michael in a blue outfit. His hair looking nice with curls framing his face. She smiled and opened the door.

He turned around and bit his lip as he smile, “hey, Jesy.”

“Hey,” she blushed and looked down.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said and locked her door then followed him to his limo.

“Turns out I had to bring two bodyguards,” he sighed and opened the door for her. She slide in and waited for him to get in. When he got in she smoothed out her dress and played with her fingers nervously. She hadn’t been this nervous since the night she… “I have a big day planned for us,” Michael smiled at her.

“Really? What is it?” She asked, hoping to think about something else other than that.

“You’ll see. It’ll be fun. We’ll have fun tonight too. If you have time.”

“I’m always free, so I’ll be able to.”

“Great,” he sighed happily and slowly put his hand in hers. She looked up at him and noticed his smile. All she could think about was her past and how her good girl image hid it so well that Michael Jackson asked her out. “You look nervous,” he rubbed her hand with his thumb.

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Well, don’t be,” he pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed it.

“We’re here, MJ,” his driver turned around and told him.

Michael looked out the window, “you’re dressed great for the occasion,” he told her and opened the door.

She climbed out and looked at her surroundings. She was at a beautiful restaurant that her past self wouldn’t never been taken to.

Michael shut the door and held her hand as they walked in. She was shocked at what kind of restaurant she was taken to.

“This place is beautiful,” she whispered.

“It is, isn’t it?” He heard her and answered. She blushed that he heard her and looked around.

“Mr. Jackson?” The waiter asked him. “Follow me, if you may. It’s a party of two, correct?” He asked.

“Correct,” Michael answered.

They were sat by a beautiful water wall in a private room. Jess looked at the wall with wonder and touched it.

“Your waitress will be here in a couple of minutes. Enjoy your meal,” the waiter smiled and shut the doors.

“This wall is beautiful,” Jesy said.

“You’ve never seen a water wall?”

“No,” she said ashamed that she hadn’t seen one before.

“Don’t feel bad. I haven’t been this close to one before,” he said and touched it too.

“Hello my name is Ashley. I’ll be your waitress today. What would the two of you like to drink?” Ashley smiled at the two of them as she took her notepad out.

“I’ll have a water,” Michael told her and looked at Jesy in wonder, She’s awfully quiet and nervous.

“I’ll have a water as well,” Jesy told her and looked at Michael to find him looking back then looked elsewhere.

“Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks.”

“You’re awfully quiet,” Michael pointed out and reached over to touch Jesy’s hand.

“I’m just nervous. That’s all,” she said.

“You seem upset about something. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just nervous, Michael,” she smiled.

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be nervous about,” he smiled back.

Throughout the morning, they ate wonderfully. After they ate, they walked the city and shopped a bit. They enjoyed themselves a lot. Jesy felt so free with Michael. More free than she had ever been.

When night came, they were at his hotel.

“I had a wonderful time today, Michael,” she smiled as he unlocked the door and went in.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. So did I,” he smiled back at her. They sat on his couch and looked at one another. “Your hair is pretty,” he pointed out and reached out to touch her hair, but she back away thinking he would do something to expose her. “What’s wrong?” He laughed and scooted closer to her.

“Nothing,” she said and put her hand on the back of her neck.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he told her and took her hand from behind her neck and placed it on his chest. She felt like a totally different woman when he did that. She felt herself get wet and her body ached for sex. She had never felt this way in a while after she had sworn off both sex and her past.

He had laid back and pulled her on top of him. She lay between his open legs and felt his dick hard on her womanhood. She looked into his beautiful brown eyes and felt so different. Almost like she was going to do something worse than her past. But all that subsided when he placed his lips on hers and kissed her like never before. She closed her eyes and kissed him back passionately. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she kissed him and massaged his tongue with hers.

He slid her straps off and felt up and down her back. Chills ran up her spine at his every touch and she could barely contain himself.

“Michael,” she moaned as he lay her down and slit the dress off of her. He bit his lip as he saw that her panties were soaked and her nipples were hard. She exhaled and pulled him back down to kiss her. All her thoughts were pushed out of her mind as she kissed this wonderful man. He put his hands in her panties and rubbed her wetness. “Mmm,” she moaned as he pushed two fingers in. He backed away to look at her expression and went down to eat her out. “No, Michael. Please don’t,” she begged as he spread her legs and sucked her clit. “Oh, god,” she ran her hands through his hair.

“You like that, huh?” He asked and put his tongue in her.

“Mmhm,” she arched her back as she felt herself about to cum in his mouth.

“Oh, gosh, Michael,” she moaned and pushed his head in further. He wasn’t gonna stop until she finally came. When she came, he smiled and sat up to take off his clothes. She helped him until they were both fully naked. He sat down and put his hand behind her neck to lift her up. She had forgotten everything until he had taken his hand away from her neck.

“What’s that, Jesy?” He asked curiously.

“What’s what?”

“The scar on the back of your neck. I felt a scar.”

She looked down, how could I have let him touch my neck? She asked herself.

How could she tell him? Could she even tell him? What would he say? What does Jesy tell him?

Should I tell him? Jesy thought to herself and rubbed her neck. “It’s nothing,” she murmured.

“Jesy, you can tell me anything,” he told her.

“Michael, I have to go now,” she got up and gathered her things.

“Why so soon?” He got up and slipped on his boxers.

“I just have to go,” she told him and put her dress back on.

“Jesy,” he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.

“Michael, I—” Michael shut her up with a passionate kiss. She couldn’t get away from that. So, she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. All her thoughts were wiped away as she kissed this beautiful man. He backed away and touched her face. Jesy bit on her bottom lip.

“Sit down,” he led her back over to the couch and sat down. She sat down and rubbed her neck again. “Where did the scar come from?” He asked again.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply and thought about how she would tell him about her past, “it’s not that important,” she tried.

“Jesy, come on now.”

“It isn’t. Trust me.”

“Is it really that bad of a story? It can’t be that bad. Trust me! I’ve heard some things,” he told her as he picked her up and put her on his lap. “You can tell me anything. I’ll listen.”

“Don’t label me crazy.”

“I’m not one to judge.”

“Okay,” she rubbed her neck again and closed her eyes thinking of the painful memories that caused it. “My ex-boyfriend and I were…pyromaniacs,” she looked at him for his expression. He didn’t have much of an expression. His face just showed that he would listen and obviously cared. “Well, uh, if you’ve heard about the random forest fires, you know who was responsible. One night… my ex-boyfriend got really into it…and while we were in the forest watching the trees burn, he cut me on my neck and said he no longer wanted to be with me for whatever reason. Annnnd from the cut. Yes, I know it was minor, but it hurt bad and I’m sensitive so I blacked out and fell to the ground and lay there until someone came to help,” tears rolled down her cheeks as she told the painful story.

Michaels’ jaws clenched in anger, who would do such a thing to such a beautiful woman? And how could you be so interested in fire? He questioned himself. “I’m sorry,” he said and wiped her tear stained face.

“Don’t be. It’s my own fault for being interested in him and all that stuff.”

“Did the police catch him?”

“Yeah, I told them about him, his buddies and myself. I went to jail, but they went to prison. I’m not a good girl, Michael. But I faked the good girl image to hide the pain from my past. I hate it so much. You will never know,” she cried and lay her head on his shoulder as she hugged him.

“What caused you to be so interested in that stuff?” Michael asked.

“I wasn’t before I met him. But when we began to date, he introduced me to it and I began to like it as much as he did and became part of his ‘Fire Crew.’ Until that night before he cut me. He wanted to have sex, but I didn’t want to because… I’m a virgin…and I intended to keep myself. He brushed it off obviously faking that he understood, then the next night that happened.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean, I’m glad it’s all over with and I’m glad I met you.”

She smiled and got off of his lap, “I’m glad I met you too.”

He put his hand on her thigh, “thanks for listening and not labeling me.”

“Like, I said, I’m not one to judge.”

“Good. Michael?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you be the one to have me?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Make love to me…” she placed her hand on his and looked up at him. “I need a good man’s touch,” she said and held his hand.

Michael smiled at her and pulled her chin close to him then kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately. Their tongues danced in each others mouths. Michael picked her up and carried her to the bedroom then slipped her dress straps off again. Jesy ran her hands on his body. Feeling his biceps and his abs.

When they were both fully naked again, she was more nervous than ever.

“Don’t be nervous, Jesy,” he whispered.

“I’m trying,” she whispered back and tried to stop her hands from shaking.

He kissed her breasts down to her flat stomach and finally reached her womanhood.

“Michael, please, don’t,” she begged.

“It’s okay, Jesy. It’s gonna feel good. I promise you,” he smiled.

“Are you sure?”

“I promise, love,” he said and pushed two fingers in.

“Oh!” She gasped and arched her back. He looked up at her with his beautiful almond eyes and smiled as he went down to actually work his magic. “Mmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed.

“You like that, Jesy?”

“I love it,” she said as he came back up to her and kissed her again. “Will it hurt?” She asked nervously.

“Just a pinch,” he told her and kissed her neck as he aimed himself to go in. “I’ll make the pain go away, baby,” he promised her. “You ready?”

Jesy took a deep breath, “yes,” she said as she closed her eyes tightly.

“Relax, babygirl,” he laughed and kissed her neck and lips again. “It won’t hurt that bad, I promise.”

“Michael, I trust you.”

“I’m glad you do,” he replied and began to push himself in. Jesy gasped and arched her back. “I’ll make the pain go away. Just relax.” Jesy listened to him and relaxed until he finally got in. “It’ll go away,” he promised as he let himself sit inside her for a while so she would get used to his large size. Damn, she’s tight, he thought to himself as he began to work her slowly.

“Michael, it still hurts.”

“I said I’ll make it go away, baby,” he said again.

“Okay, Michael, okay.”

“Just relax. Don’t talk so much, love,” he laughed.

“Okay, I’ll try. I’m still nervous.”

“I don’t see why. The hard parts already over.”

Jesy thought about it, “oh, you’re right,” she sighed and slapped her forehead.

Michael began to kiss her neck and suck other breasts as he slowly thrusted himself inside her. The pain slowly subsided by instant pleasure.

“Oh my gosh, Michael,” she moaned. “It finally feels good.”

“I’m glad,” he said and went a little faster so she would cum all over his dick. Michael’s heart sped up as he felt himself about to cum. Jesy was on the verge of cumming too. “Damn, girl,” he groaned as he lifted one of her legs.

“Am I doing something wrong?” She asked.

“No,” he laughed and went faster.

“Oh, Michael!” She screamed as she came all on his dick. He came in her at the same time, shooting his warm load into her. He put her leg down and kissed her stomach, chest, and finally got to her lips. They kissed passionately as Jesy held onto his biceps. “Michael, that was the best,” she smiled at him and played with his bottom lip.

“I agree. That was the best I’ve ever had,” he smiled back and ran his hand though her hair not caring about her scar.

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