The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 22: Lost

Lisa's POV:

I waited for Michael for hours in front
of that place. And it seemed that he
was very busy because so far he hadn't shown up. "Imperium", which was the name of that club, was frequented by Indiana's elite, imported cars, high society people entered and exited frequently.
"He must be hooking up with some
whore in there." I seethed furiously.
I was attentive to everyone who left
through that door. I was already tired
of waiting, but I wouldn't give up until
I found out the reason why Michael was there. He wasn't the kind of man
who went out at night looking for fun.
When I thought of Michael, the first
thing that came to mind was work.
I stretched on the car seat, feeling a
slight back pain for being seated for
so long spying that place. I grabbed
my bag and took out a small mirror
to check my appearance which by the
way was pretty awful. Until I noticed in the background the man leaving. I
closed the small mirror and fixated my eyes on Michael.

He looked around until continuing in
the direction of his car. He hadn't left
accompanied, on the contrary, he was
alone just like when he entered. He
stood a few minutes inside his car, to
then leave that place. And in a swift
move I started my car to follow him, I
couldn't lose him from my sight. Or I
could, I would have other opportunities to find out where Michael lived. The goal right now was to know the reason why he had entered that place.
I turned off my car, grabbing my
purse beside me. I walked towards
the club and paid an entry. The tall
and handsome dark man put a small
bracelet around my wrist and allowed
me to enter.
The place was huge and purely
luxurious. It was crowded, and the
strong beat of the music echoed through all the corners of that building. I walked observing every detail of that place.
Men and women were sitting, getting
private shows from the beautiful
dancers in front of them, who wore tiny clothes that soon were taken off their bodies.

"Oh my God, Michael Jackson in a
striptease club."
I concluded when I saw that. I was
completely surprised, I knew of the
eventful past that my ex had had, but
for years that man didn't take a time
for himself, and now he frequented
striptease clubs?

"Very well..." I thought while walking
to the bar.

"Give me a drink, please."
The brunette with a sculpted body
smiled, and started preparing my drink. Two women argued near the counter, making me want to sit elsewhere.

"Have you seen him?"

"Who?"

"Heavens, who do you think? Michael Jackson!" I stood up from the counter and got closer to the woman who had
pronounced Michael's name. I needed to hear what she was saying, but the loud music prevented me from doing so.

"I saw him leaving."

"Where did he go, Marina? He was
with me and evaporated!"
The woman said angrily. For a split
second I hated the whore, so it was with her that Michael was involved? What a bad taste.

"I don't know, Kellen! You lose the
man and you come to discount your
anger on me?"

"Where is Karla? Did you see her here?" I forced my hearing to listen to as much information as possible.

"Today is not her day."

"Are you sure?"
Jesus... Who was Karla? The woman
had left alone.

"Here's your drink, ma'am."
I handed some dollars to the brunette
who nodded. I would talk with this
Kellen person, and I would find out
what was happening with Michael.

"Excuse me, do you know Michael?"

"Who are you?" The woman asked
staring at me.

"That doesn't matter right now, do you know Michael Jackson?"