Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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Yn and Michael, both clad in sleek black attire, approached the grand entrance of the casino with a shared look of determination. The casino's neon lights bathed their faces in a sinister glow, casting long, sharp shadows on the polished marble floor. Michael's sharp eyes met Yn's, and she gave a barely perceptible nod in response.
"Ready?" Yn whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she scanned the area for any signs of trouble.
Michael nodded, his expression resolute. "Let's move."
With synchronized precision, they slipped past the bouncers stationed at the entrance, their movements melding into the shadows. They glided through the casino floor, a sea of flashing lights and the constant hum of chatter and clinking glasses. Every so often, Michael would lead Yn around a cluster of patrons or under the watchful gaze of a patrolling guard.
Their footsteps were nearly silent as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors. The dim, flickering lights overhead provided little illumination, making their task both easier and more dangerous. The occasional muffled conversation from nearby rooms and the distant clatter of coins were the only sounds that broke the oppressive silence.
As they neared Lisa's office, the tension in the air grew thicker. Michael's hand found Yn's, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he reached for the door.
The door to Lisa's office creaked ominously as they eased it open. Inside, the room was a chaotic mess-papers and folders strewn haphazardly across every surface, casting shadows that seemed to dance in the dim light. Michael's gaze swept over the cluttered desk before he turned to Yn.
"I'll check the desk drawers," he said, his voice low but urgent. "You take a look in the cabinet."
Yn nodded, her eyes scanning the room one last time before she moved toward the tall filing cabinet in the corner. As she pulled open the first drawer, she was greeted by a jumble of documents, files, and old tax returns.
"These files are all over the place," she muttered under her breath. "I don't know how Lisa finds anything in here."
Michael, meanwhile, was crouched by the desk, his fingers moving deftly through each drawer. His face was set in concentration, his breath steady as he worked. "Found it," he said triumphantly, holding up a stack of money orders and papers. "These should be what we need."
Yn hurried over from the cabinet, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "Great. Let's see what we've got."
They quickly spread the documents out on the desk, their eyes scanning the numbers and names. The papers were filled with amounts and signatures, and Yn felt a surge of triumph as she realized they were holding crucial evidence.
