In Love With A Striper (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

"What the hell is wrong with you Prince?!" "I was trying to show her that I was a gentleman." "Prince, getting a girl pregnant doesn't mean that you're a gentleman. It just means you need something. What is it do you want, huh?" He shook his head.

"No really. What do you need?"

"........"

"What do you need? You need some booty in your life or something? Is that it? Cause I don't get it." He started mumbling something. "What? Speak up, I can't here you." "No, I just get sexually active."

"Se-! Boy! You're 14 years old in the eigth grade!! Tell the truth, is she the only one you slept with?" He shook his head embarresed. "Okay, go get in the car and I'm gonna have a loooonnng talk with you about being a gentleman."

He stomped out of the school. "I am so sorry Mrs. Terry. This won't happen again." "It's okay Mr. Jackson. We deal with these situations every year." I arched my eyebrows. "Maybe you should introduce them to condoms, and birth control."

She laughed and went back in her office. While walking back to the car, I bumped into Prince's homeroom teacher. Mrs. Brown. "Mr. Jackson. Long time, no see." She said. I smirked at the fact that we dated a long time ago. "You still got my number right?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded.

"Call me." I whispered before walking back to the car. Prince was in the front seat listening to his Ipod. "Get 'em off." I commanded while getting in the car. He rolled his eyes and took off his ear buds and handed them to me.

"I can't believe this. I thought I tought you how to be a gentleman." "Well you thought wrong." He mumbled. "Prince, I'm about tired of your fly ass mouth! Don't talk back to me!" "Well, I thought that was how comunications are supposed to work."

"I don't know where this is coming from." I said starting the car and driving back to Neverland. When we got home Prince stomped all the way to his room. I called mother. She'll make it better.

After 3 rings, she picked up. "Hello?" "Hi mother, I have a problem." "Spill it." "Prince is going to be a daddy and he keeps talking back. Any advice?" "He what?! I thought I tought him better." "I know." "OK, umm...the best thing to do is to see a phyciatrist."

"Mother, Prince barely opens up to me. You think he's going to open up to a stranger?" "That's why they have a degree. Listen to your mother chil'." I sighed. "Yes mother." "So are you thinking of having more kids?"

"I don't know mother, I think it's a little too late. Prince is going to High School next year and is also the only child." "Nothing is never too late, Michael." "Well I have to find that someone. It might take awhile." "Aww, but I want more grandbabies. They're all grown up. Now I can't spoil them."

I chuckled. "Patience is key mother." I hung up before she could reply. I went to Prince's door and heard loud rap music.

I knocked on the door. "What?" He said opening the door. "Lights off." "When are you going to stop treating me like a kid?"

"When you stop acting like one." I said walking away. He followed behind me. "Oh dad. Deshawn is having a party tommorrow. Can I go?" "No." "What? Why not?" "Because I said so." "That's not fair!" "Life ain't fair."

"You always do this. You can't keep me sheltered forever, daddy." "Prince, not another word." "OK. Then how about 3? I HATE YOU!!" He ran back to his room. A tear shed from my eye. He's never said he hated me.

I grabbed my jacket and went outside. I took a walk around Neverland. It was already getting dark. I don't know how they do it. I'm 34 years old raising a teen all by myself. Damn, I need some booty myself. Maybe I'll go to the strip club when Prince goes to bed.

What is wrong with him? He hasn't been acting like that every since I put him in that school. Is that it? I went back in the house and schedualed an appointment for the phyciatrist tommorrow. I went to Prince's room to see he was fast asleep.

"Just like old times." I whispered.

I walked over to him and sat on his bed. He started snoring. I chuckled and examined him. His physical features were just like mine. I could even see the vitiligo. Is that why he hates me so much? The vitiligo?

I kissed his forehead before saying, "I love you." I knew deep, deep down he loves me too. He just acted like a badass on the outside. I grabbed my car keys and went to the nearest stip club.

I'm usually not up for this but I need this. Badly.

*At the strip club*

I walked in with my fedora on. Luckily, no one noticed me except for this one man. Chris Tucker. I started to leave because everytime I'm with Chris, we get into trouble...but being the dummy that I am, I stayed.

"Here, man." He said handing me a cup of Tequila. "Why are you here?" "I'm always here on Friday nights. Why are you here?" "Man, don't even worry about that." I said taking a sip of my wine. "Well get yo money out 'cuz it's time to meet Big Booty Judy!"

I laughed and took out $5,000. He took me over to a pole. She had a nice body. Skinny but curvy. She had a 4 pack but not too muscular. She had a tattoo of the sun above her pelvis. She was gorgeous. "Just right." I said making a curve with my hands. I chugged my second cup of Tequila.

She came and sat on my lap and started to unbutton my shirt. Chris and I looked at eachother and laughed because he also had a girl on him. She lifted up my fedora and smirked. I smirked to and leaned back in my seat, letting her do whatever she wanted to do.

I looked at her butt as she started grinding on me and feeling my cock. I was on hard. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her into a kiss. I definately felt something. She pulled away and looked at me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the V.I.P.

I looked back at Chris, who was already being pleasured. I shook my head. She sat me on the couch. "Why did you do that?" She said pulling down my pants. I remained silent. The voice sounded familiar. I was sober so I didn't really know who it was.

She giggled as she started playing with my bulge through my boxers. By now, I was fully naked excepf my boxers and fedora. She made me keep the fedora on. She said I looked sexy. She pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles and started giving me a full blow job.

I fingered her as she did it. I went faster making her bite down on it. "Ouch! Girl if you gonna suck it, suck it but don't bite." She nodded and started going faster. I moaned in deep pleasure. She stopped unexpectedly and placed herself on me.

She was so tight. She placed my hands on her hips and started swirling. I reached for her breasts. She leaned in, giving it to me. She started boincing on me. She went faster as I came. The sticky substance all on the couch.

I flipped her on the bottom and started banging her. She started whispering my name. I shook my head. She dug her nails in my back and pulled my hair. I went faster and deeper, making her talk nasty. "Ooh, I'm gonna cum!" I said.

"Me too!" I groaned as we both came into eachother. I pulled out of her and put my clothes on. I handed her the whole $5,000. "No keep it. If anything, I should be paying you." "Why?" "I just got fucked by Michael Jackson!"

I chuckled. "Well I really needed that session so please, take it." "No keep it." "Well how about $2,500?" She sighed. "Alright." I handed her the money. "I'll be back next week." I said. I walked out and said my goodbyes to Chris and went back to the car. I sat there for a minute just thinking what happened.

Who is she?