The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 15: Unexpected arrival

Natalie's POV:

Gary Indiana, 01:58AM

I walked into my dressing room not believing what had just happened. I was ecstatic with everything, Michael Jackson had just made me his and I was more than fine with that, surely everything just became more complicated. If leaving Michael was a
hard task for me before, now it was practically impossible.

"What have you done, Natalie?!" I thought to myself.

I shook my head whiIe I dressed my clothes. When I looked in the mirror I could see some marks on my body, Michael had left reddish marks around my neck and near my breasts, asshole.

When I finished dressing the last piece of clothing, I looked around the club and there was no sign of him anymore.

Michael knew that I didn't want him with another, and he would obey that firmly.

I left through the back door to not be noticed by anyone. The night was cold, gusts of wind made my body shiver. I quickly walked to the nearest avenue when I saw Michael leave in his car. He didn't even notice anyone around him, he had obeyed my orders to not stay in "Imperium" without my presence. That really pleased me.

My desire was to approach him and spend the rest of the night in his arms but for today I had already crossed the line, so I shouldn't continue.

In exactly 15 minutes I was already entering my apartment, imagining that Rydel and Laura were sleeping. The house was in pure silence, I walked in slow steps to not make any noise, arnd when I finally opened the door of my room, she was already waiting for me.

"Chancho, why did you arrive at this hour?" Laura asked suspiciously, the woman walked around me as if she was analyzing me.

"The show ended later today." I tried to speak in the less excited way possible, pretending or lying to Laura Jane was practically impossible, that woman knew me better than anyone.

"Don't lie to me, Nat, today's performance was in group. I imagine that your delay has a name and a surname."

I looked at her, suppressing a smile on my face, nothing goes unnoticed by her.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Jane, my
delay is called Michael Jackson."

"I knew it! What were you up to with
the boss?"

Laura asked fearful and at the same time excited. She sat on the bed and called me to sit beside her. Her look was curious and with a hint of anxiety. The woman brought her glass of water to her lips, drinking it, while she waited for me to say something.

"I had sex with him."

When she heard me, she spit all the liquid she was drinking, causing me to laugh out loud.

"You what?" She asked with wide eyes.

I closed my eyes, lying next to Laura.

"That's exactly what you heard, Michael and I had sex. And wow, Cheechee, he is amazing!"

"Oh my God, are you out of your mind?
You are drunk, right?"

I let out an amused laugh while she tried to smell my breath, probably looking for alcohol.

"No, I'm very much sober. I know this is dangerous, but Laura, I couldn't refuse."

"Of course you could've, Nat, he didn't
abuse you I hope."

"I wanted it, and so did he."

"Do you realize the step you have just given? Michael is determined in having you, but I ask you one thing, and when he wants to see your face? Because I guarantee you that he won't be able to resist forever the urge of seeing your face."