Michael Jackson Imagines

In The Closet Part 2

At the motel I was doing the laundry and cleaning up a little bite, the motel isn't the best place to be. After that I went to buy some groceries and other things I needed. After the day was over I had to get ready for work soon. " Hi Mr. Jason." I clocked in and started to look to see who needs to be seated. "Hello I'll take you all to your seats." I put down the menus on the table. "Any thing you guys would like to drink guys?" I kept my flirty act like my boss told me. "Ok it'll be here in a few minutes." I came back with the tray of drinks and put it at the guys table. "Enjoy." I walked away swaying my hips and giving the next guests there table. I saw Michael again the same jerk from last night who groped my ass. "Hi." I lead him to another table, he told me the drinks he wanted and I gave it to him. "Angel." I waited for him to say something. "Can I make a deal with you?" He smirks. "Uh I can't right now I'm busy, sorry!" I say walking away seating more guests. "Angel." I heard him say again. "What god damn it?!" Folding my arms. "I still want to make a deal with you." I sighed. "Ok make it fast I'm busy and I have guests to serve." He smirks. "If you want to have a good life and good fortune you should live with me." I gestured him to go on. "Ok we'll see I'm sorry I'll talk to you later." I seat the other guys and they watched the strippers again. "Ok well sure." Michael watches the strippers and throws money at there feet and having his drink in his hand. One of them wraps both arms around Michael and then sits him down in the lap dance chair grinding on him. I rolled my eyes at them in disgust. "Another drink!" Michael demands, he's going to be so damn drunk if I keep giving him drinks. "Here you go, this should be your last drink you can't have ten or more, ok?" Michael grabs my hair. "If I ask for another drink! I'll get another drink got it?!" I wince in pain at his strength. "Yes Michael." A tear flows down my face, one of the strippers stopped dancing asking if I was ok. "Thank you, yes I'm fine." I go to Mr. Jason for a mental break, and the stripper girl follows me. "This isn't the first time it happened to any woman employee in the bar when people are drunk they can act crazy around you sometimes." She wiped away one of my tears. "I'm just embarrassed he did it in front of the whole entire store." I sob even hard into my hands. "You are stronger than that you have every right to ask for help if a customer gets out of hand. My name is Barbie." I smile. "Hi Barbie nice to meet you. My name is Angel." We both get up. "Well I hope you feel better maybe we should hang out soon." We exchange numbers." I nod. "Ok well this guy made a deal with me saying I'll be rich and happy if I live with him." She looks at me weird. "But what if he wants you to do sexual favors for him?" I sighed. "Well if it's going to make me rich then I'll do it." I chimed. "Well be careful because sometimes you can never get out of deals." Barbie warns. "Ok well I have to get back to work." I see Michael having his head on the floor passed out. Poor Michael he's going to have a bad hangover tomorrow, I guess I'll take him home and then he can leave in the morning. "You're coming home with me." I say before closing the store down. I put Michael in the back seat of the car. I pulled into the motel parking lot and used my energy to cope with Michael's weight. I lie him down on the couch and give him a blanket and a cool cloth to calm him down. "It'll be ok Michael, just rest." I put the trash can next to him just in case he pukes. I changed out of my clothing and gets into bed. I wrote a note to Michael.

Dear Michael, if you wake up wondering where you are. You are in Angel's house you might not even remember what happened last night but you were drunk so I had to take you home with me. Also about the deal I'll consider taking the deal, I can move out tomorrow and live with you if that's what you want me to do. Also I forgive you pulling my hair last night. From, Angel.

A tear fell down my face and I cried until I fell asleep. The next morning Michael woke up and found a note he read it and smiled. "I don't remember pulling any hair? Bitch please." He gets up and takes the cold cloth off his head. He notices Angel sleeping on the bed and smiles down at her. He smirks and new exactly how to handle Angel. Michael called a taxi service and left. I woke up and noticed that Michael was gone. I shrugged my shoulders and slept in for a while to rest up before work.