In Love With A Striper (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

(Michael's p.o.v.)

"Dad, I'm outy," Prince said. I nodded and gave him the sign to get the hell out. I went upstsirs to see that my bed was made neatly. "India!!" I called out. India was our new maid. "Yes, Mr. Jackson?" "You did this?" I asked pointing to the bed. She looked down and nodded. "Damn. Nice job, girl." I smacked her on the butt before going back downstairs to call Chris.

He picked up after two rings. "Aye man," Chris said, "you remember that girl I had picked up the other night at the club? She callin' me sayin' she pregnant." I gasped. "Mine too." He sighed. "Aye you got some Kool-Aid ova there?" He asked. "I don't know, Chris." "If you don't, make some 'cause I want some. Be ova there in a minute."

I laughed. "Alright." I hung up and went to the kitchen to see if there was some Kool-Aid made and there was. I took the purple Kool-Aid out of the refriderator and placed it on the counter. I waited for Chris as I followed India around the house watching her clean. She giggled. "Mr. Jackson, why are you following me?" "I'm just admiring that ass." She scoffed and walked off. The doorbell then rang, and I jogged up to meet Chris. He gave me dap and walked in the kitchen like it was his own house. He spotted the Kool-Aid. "Ayye man what the hell is this?!" I walked up to him and poured a cup for myself.

"Kool-Aid." "Naw, naw, naw, naww, I like the red stuff." I rolled my eyes. "Man drink the damned Kool-Aid." He smacked his lips and leaned back, scratching behind his ear. "Naw I ain't thirsty." I sighed as India came in and started cleaning. Chris eyeballed me. "Yo who is that," he whispered. "My new maid." "Dayyum she can clean my house anyday. Ooh thank the Lord for dirty houses." I laughed at him. India look at me and smiled. Chris made a whooping sound. "Ayye man you hit that yet?" I looked back at her and shook my head. She did a flirty wave and went in the living room. Chris smirked.

"Yea you g'on get some."