Love and Weakness (Third Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 6: The Masseur

Neverland Ranch

Zoe's POV

"Mmmmm... yes..." I moaned as his hands rubbed up and down my legs.

"Is this good?" He asked, his deep voice echoing through the room.

"Perfect..." I responded, unable to manage more than two syllables at a time from the magic he was working on my body."So glad... I called... You..."

He chuckled softly. "Well, this is what I'm here for. Can you turn on your side for me please?"

I obeyed and pressed my shoulder to the table, laying on my side. I can't lay on my stomach obviously, considering there's a 5 pound human in the way.He stepped away for a second and came back with a variety of oils. "Oooohhhh.... Those smell good."

"Which one would you like to use?" He asked.

"I don't know... Which is your favorite?"

He smiled. "I'm glad you asked... This one here is my all time favorite." He held the bottle to my face so I could smell it. I moaned softly. Intoxicating. "It's called Jasmine Vanilla."

"Let's go with that one then."

"Great." He slathered the oil on his hands and walked around to the other side of the table, so that my back was facing him.

I rolled up my shirt. "Start with the lower back, please. It's been killing me lately."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, placing his warm oily hands on my back. He dug his fingers into my skin gently, and I could feel my muscles relaxing. I sighed in pleasure. This man's hands are heaven on earth.

"That's great..." I encouraged him.

"Just let me know if you want me to go higher or lower."

"Stay there for now... That's amazing..." I closed my eyes and enjoyed this heavenly moment.

All of a sudden, I heard the door squeak quietly. I opened my eyes to see a very surprised Michael standing in the doorway, his jaw literally on the floor. I groaned and closed my eyes again. Here we go...

"What the hell is this?" Michael asked.

"This is a massage, Michael." I said sarcastically, my eyes still closed.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He snorted. "Who is this guy?"

"Michael meet Fabio, Fabio meet Michael..." I said, finally opening my eyes.

Fabio removed his hands from my back. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson sir. I'm a huge fan. I would shake your hand but..." He held up his hands and pointed out all of the oil on them.

"Nice to meet you too, Fabio. Now, can you stop touching my wife?"

I scoffed. "Don't listen to him. Continue please..."

"No, don't continue." Michael challenged.

"What the hell is your problem, Michael?"

"My problem is you have a man in my house rubbing his hands all over you." He argued.

I rolled my eyes. "Grow up... It's just a massage."

"I don't care. It's disrespectful."

I squinted my eyes. "You have some nerve talking about disrespect. Last time I checked you had a woman rubbing her hands all over you not too long ago. At least I'm not hiding it from you..."

He shook his head. "That's different."

I slapped my hand to my head. "You are the definition of a hypocrite... I mean you are literally a walking contradiction."