I Really Want It, I Can't Deny It

You want to know why Naomi Campbell was picked to be the girl in Michael Jacksons’ “In The Closet” music video?

Well, it’s a little something that happened.

Michael and I had something going on behind the scenes which caused me to get fired, and she was cast as the girl in the video. Beautiful, right?

Welp, here you go…

At the casting call, I did great. I did all the moves they were looking for. I even included Michael in them. I straddled him, pushed him against a wall, and pretended I was going to go down on him. He loved it and so did the director.

I knew I already got the part. I was the first girl. I wasn’t about to let some bitch take my spot. I mean come on! This would be Michael’s sexiest music video and I was going to star in it. No one else, but me.

After the casting call, Michael called me to his dressing room.

“Yes, Michael?” I asked as I walked in. I was dressed in the dance uniform I wore for the audition. A black bra with rhinestones, my belly ring, some black bikini bottoms, and fishnets with heels. His eyes stayed on my body. “Michael?”

“Oh, yes. Uh, sit down, please,” he told me. I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs. The room was extremely cold, which made my nipples hard. “How long have you been dancing?”

“Not that long. Just a couple of months.”

“Are there some things I should know? Like were you a stripper in the past or something?” He laughed nervously.”

“Oh, no. I’m not like that. I’ve been dancing like that in front of the mirror.” He laughed at me. “Hey! It’s not funny,” I found myself laughing as well.

“You’re funny, Rayna.”

“Thanks.”

He looked me up and down and licked his lips.

“What?” I laughed, feeling uncomfortable at the intense moisture between my legs and crossed them.

“Nothing. You have pretty legs,” he got up and sat on the couch with me.

“Thank you. I like to keep them toned,” I smiled as he rubbed his fingers along my legs. It left me speechless, making me uncross my legs. He laughed and stood up. “What?” I asked.

“You got a little something…” he giggled.

I looked down at my panties and noticed a dark spot, “damn!” I shouted. It seeped through my panties and he’s laughing about it.

“You should go change.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” I flirted as I tried to ignore it. I mean, come on! Michael Jackson noticed how wet he just got me. How embarrassed could one get?

“What do you mean, ‘maybe. Maybe not?’ What is that?” He asked as he looked at me in disgust.

Did he just ask me what it was? How the fuck am I supposed to explain that I got wet because of him?

“Wait a minute… Are you wet?” He smirked at me.

“Maybe. I mean, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Who made you wet?”

“Oh, someone…”

“Who?” He asked, expecting to get the answer quickly.

“You.”

Michael smiled, “ahhh.”

“I really want it, I can’t deny that,” I shrugged.

“You’re a little nasty girl,” he smiled and walked out.

“No, I’m not,” I followed behind him.

“You are,” he giggled. “Come on, little nasty. Let’s go practice.”

“Wait, so I got the part?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“How? The director didn’t say so.”

“Do you have the slightest idea of who you’re working with? I’m Michael Jackson, baby,” he pulled me close to him and peeked down at my cleavage. “You’re hired, girl. Cause I say so.”

I smiled and got out of his grip to go to the studio.

“Rayna, you were really great at the audition,” the director told me.”

“Thank you!”

“Unfortunately, I can’t have you in the video.”

“Why?”

“Your style is-”

“It’s perfect, Rayna. She’s in,” Michael interrupted.

“But, Michael, her style is just-”

“She’s in.”

“Whatever you say, Michael. Rayna, don’t do anything to get yourself fired,” the director warned.

Did he not like me? For what reason?

“Forget about him, Rayna. Come on. Let’s practice,” Michael told me and pulled me to him.

He was behind me and his hands were around my waist. It felt so right as he moved his pelvis against my derriere.

I nervously cracked a smile and saw him smile back in the mirror. Soon, we were both laughing and got out of the moment.

“Damnit, Rayna,” he laughed as he got some water from the back.

“I’m sorry. I mean your face is soooo serious,” I laughed.

He shook his head, “let’s try again.” He pulled me back into him. His arms were wrapped around my waist as we tried again.

This time, I was just as serious as he. It felt so good. We continued that for awhile until he moved his hands up to my breasts and put his hands on my breasts.

I turned to look up at him only to find him looking down at me, “uh, Mich-” He pressed his lips against mine and reached into my bra to play with my nipples.

I moaned into his mouth and turned around to face him. Soon, his hands were on my ass. It felt so fucking good. I got wetter than I was before when he lifted me up to carry me.

“Mmm, Michael, I want you to tear me up,” I moaned. He put me down. I’m confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s go back to practicing,” he suggested and turned on the music.

“Michael, you’re confusing me. Do you want me or not?” I demanded.

“That’s just it, Rayna. I want you so bad. So damn bad that I have to stop myself. I don’t want to get you fired. I want to keep you here with me. So, let’s not jeopardize it okay?” He asked.

“Oh. Okay. I understand,” I nodded.

“Just do whatever.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do whatever you want. Do whatever you want to me. Do whatever, Rayna. Do what you want to do,” he told me.

I didn’t know where to start, so I backed up against a wall and ran my hands up and down my body. He bit his lip as I did so. Soon, he walked over to me and moved his body in a wave over me.

I was getting more excited by the second. I just couldn’t take it anymore. But… I had to contain myself and keep dancing.

Soon, I had him standing in the middle of the floor as I walked around him.

“Rayna, what are you doing?” He asked.

Immediately, I came to a stop in front of him and ran my hands along his body. He watched me intensely.

When I got to his dick, I noticed he was hard. Brick. He looked down at me and noticed as I was licking my lips, because I was just hoping and wishing I could suck his dick.

“Rayna?” He called.

“Huh?”

“What do you honestly want to do?”

“Suck your dick.”

“That’s what you honestly want to do?” He asked me.

“Yup,” I said as I rubbed his bulge.

“Then go ahead,” he said as he went to unzip his pants. I smiled and bit my lip as I ran my hand along it. It was so big. Like ten fuckin’ inches or somethin’. “Go ahead. Don’t keep me waiting’,” he grabbed a fistful of my hair. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his dick when I put my mouth on it. “Mmm, that’s what I’m talking about, Rayna.” I could hear the smile in his voice as my head bobbed on his dick. I deepthroated that thing and dared him to cum in my mouth. I would swallow all of that and be satisfied. “Go faster.” To hear him moan made me go faster and faster. It was big. So, I nearly choked when I got it all the way in.

Soon, he came all in my mouth. Like promised, I swallowed all of it and wiped the excess from my lips.

“Damn, Rayna,” he smiled and kissed me once I stood up. He put his hands down my panties and rubbed my clit. His fingers were drenched in my wetness.

“Mmm,” I moaned in his mouth as he pushed a finger in. “And I’m the nasty one,” I laughed as he fingered me. I put my leg around his waist and immediately couldn’t stand it. It felt too damn good. I have to lay down. “Michael, stop.”

“What, Rayna? Am I hurting you?” He asked.

“No,” I smile. “I want to lie down. It feels too good for me to stand up.”

“I bet,” he smiled and went into a closet to get a yoga mat so we could lie down. “Is this better?”

“A whole lot better,” I told him as he got down and fingered me again. I twist and turn, but he held me down and placed his mouth on my clit. Oh shit. He whipped his tongue all up and down my pussy, making me moan and groan like never before.

Who knew Michael Jackson was so good with his tongue?!

Soon, I came in his mouth. He came up to kiss me. His dick aimed straight at my pussy. I can feel it about to enter. Chills ran up and down my spine as it stayed millimeters away from my slit.

He looked down at his deck and slowly pushed it through my lower lips.

“Oh, Michael,” I moaned as he began fucking me. I was being fucked by Michael Jackson out of all people! This is something no one has probably experienced but me. Because this is amazing!

He worked me. So well. Sucking my nipples whilst playing in my hair. It felts so good. I didn’t know what I was going to do next. Soon, he took himself out and made me bend over. With his strong hands, he slapped my ass and forced his dick in.

“Ugh!” I groaned as he fucked me from behind.

“Rayna, I’m going to cum in this tight pussy of yours,” he said as he slapped my ass again.

“Ooo, cum in me,” I said through clenched teeth.

Damn! Michael called me nasty, but look at him just fuckin’ the shit outta me!

“Oh, fuck,” he came in me so hard he had to pull me into him. He slapped my ass again.

“Slap it again, baby,” I told him. He did and stood up to get dressed. I put my outfit back on and fixed my hair. “That was a good fuck. Best I’ve ever had,” I smiled and kissed him. He slapped my ass as he kissed me again.

The director came in, “uh, Michael?” He asked.

Michael stopped and turned me around to face the director, “yes?”

The director looked on the floor and saw the mat was moist from seat and saw cum… Damn.

“What the fuck happened in my studio?!” The director shouted.

“Uh, it’s a misunderstanding…” Michael began.

“Misunderstanding my ass! This is cum on my damn mat! How the hell did that get there?!”

“Well-”

“No. I want Rayna to explain,” the director looked at me. I’m trapped. I don’t know how to answer. I don’t know what Michael wants me to say. I’m going to get fired.

“What do you mean what happened?” I challenged. My heart raced. I’m so nervous. Why the fuck did I just say that? I just secured and jeopardized my job.

“Did you just challenge me, Rayna?”

“I did,” I swallowed hard and looked at him coldly trying to look like I wasn’t scared, but I was terrified.

“Rayna, didn’t I say, ‘don’t do anything to get yourself fired?’” He reminded me.

“Now, that’s not necessary,” Michael tried.

“Everything is necessary, Michael. Again. Rayna, did I or did I not say don’t do anything to get yourself fired?”

“You did,” I admitted.

“Then what the hell is this? You fucking Michael Jackson and challenging me?” I didn’t know what to say. Do I apologize? Do I stick up for myself? Should I go off on him? I know I’m the type of girl who doesn’t take shit from anybody. Shit. I didn’t even take shit from Michael Jackson. But now I’m weak. I don’t have anything.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” I promised.

“You’re right. There won’t be a next time. You’re fired, Rayna.”

“You can’t fire her. She’s the best and only person we go. You know that,” Michael stood up fro me.

“She was the only person we auditioned, Michael. I’ve had Naomi Campbell waiting. She’s going to fill in for Rayna. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. That’s the bottom line, Michael.”

“Don’t do this. Naomi isn’t even half as good as Rayna.”

“You mean the way she fucks or the way she dances?” He snapped. Michael looked at him coldly. “Bottom line, Jackson. Take it or this short film is done,” he walked out.

I’m done now. I screwed up. All because of what I honestly wanted to do.

“I’m sorry, Rayna,” Michael hugged me.

“It’s fine, Michael. I’ve been fired before,” I smiled as a tear ran down my cheek. I was quick to wipe it before Michael saw.

“Don’t cry.” Damn. He saw. “This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’m so glad I met you. I really am.”

“I’m glad I met you too, Michael,” I smiled and walked to the back to collect my things.

“Will you give me a call sometime?” He asked as he ran to me and slipped a piece of paper in my hand.

I smiled and kissed his cheek, “sure, why not?” I said and finally went about my way.

Now you know why Naomi Campbell was starred as the girl in the “In the Closet” music video.

I called Michael during his breaks. He complained about Ms. Campbell all the time and all I could dow as laugh. Even the director was pissed off at her and wanted me back.

Well, he was a dumbass to let me go in the first place. Michael told me how much he and the director wanted me back. I declined each and every time though.

Michael and I still have our behind the scenes moments. So we were never apart until he married Lisa Marie Presley. That bitch… But hey, that’s life. I had my chance with Michael and no one can take that away from me.