I woke up the next morning bathed in sweat and trying to catch my breath. I didn’t exactly have a nightmare--no, I had a very pleasant dream about Michael. He had come in through the glass doors of my bedroom and made love to me. It started out nice and tender, but after a while a fire was lit in his eyes and he had his way with me. Oh boy, did he have his way with me! I could hardly keep up. Too bad it was only a dream…. I needed a cold shower right about now.
Later I was standing in front of the full length mirror looking down at myself in my new uniform. It actually fit perfectly and I didn’t look as “old maid” as I thought I would. The apron gave my body a sexy shape. I looked up and eyed myself. Like most women, I wasn’t satisfied with the face looking back at me. I had brown hair, which was ok, but I would have liked it thicker. I looked into my green eyes, pulled my lips back, and took a look at my teeth. I guess they could be whiter. I hated the fact that I had a small chip on my front tooth, but the dentist said there was no point in fixing it. I guess I had to live with it; at least my lips were full. I guess my body was ok. I was not a stick figure, even though I longed to be, but more on the curvy side. Some guys may find that attractive, but I sure didn’t! I loathed being normal. The only thing I was totally satisfied with on my body was my ears, which were small and cute. I decided to keep the uniform on to get used to the feel of it.
After finishing my breakfast I put on my headphones, pressed play on my walkman, and began doing the dishes. I started literally killing “Material Girl” using the dishwashing brush as a microphone. I was lost in my little private karaoke session when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and quickly turned around, causing the soapy water on the brush to go everywhere, meaning right into Michael’s left eye!
“Aw, it stings!”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, but you scared me…Again! Here’s some tissue”.
I leaned down towards Michael who was hunched over I pain, covering his eye. Before I could react, he quickly stood up and my front teeth collided with his scalp.
“Ouch!!” We both yelled out at the same time. My hands were covering my mouth and Michael made a face of pain, now covering his eye AND the place of impact on his head. We looked kind of foolish and after a few seconds we both started to laugh.
“You are a danger to be around, you know that? Yesterday I almost died and today you hurt my teeth” I said, still laughing. “This time your sneak tactics backfired. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I still have one good eye left” he said with a smirk “And besides, I wasn’t sneaking. I tried knocking, but no one answered. I could hear someone was home. It sounded like someone was killing cat, so I entered on my own behalf. Turns out you were just killing Madonna.”
“Oh shut up” I said, jabbing him on his arm. "Better har music than your, right?"
I looked up at him and smiled and I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment from knowing he had heard my poor attempt at singing. As I always did when embarrassed, I bit down on my bottom lip. Michael leaned in towards me and looked searchingly at my mouth and I suddenly stiffened thinking back at my dream.
“Oh no, my head chipped your tooth! I’m so sorry!"
I calmed him down and told him it was an old injury caused by a heavy make-out session with a boy with braces. Michael laughed while wiping his eye with the tissue.
“I can see! It’s a miracle!” he said in a very dramatic tone, thinking he was very funny.
After we had both gotten a hold of ourselves and had recovered from our injuries, Michael told me why he was here.
“Uhm well…. I was wondering you know if….If you would like to watch a movie with me? I’ve never used my theatre, you know ‘cause I really haven’t been home, and I figured now would be a good time. It would be nice to share the first time with someone nice…I mean, using the theatre for the first time…with someone. Uhm, with you, ‘cause you know, you’re nice and all. If… you wanna?”
“I would like that very much. The first time should always be with someone nice,” I said teasingly.
His face turned red when he caught on and he dropped the tissue he still had in his hand. He bent down and picked it up and started fidgeting with it.
“Oh…I…Uhm…what do…I mean yeah” he said giggling and continued “so you wanna go now or do you have more songs to slaughter?” he said and winked at me with both eyes.
“Stop it now, or you’ll be flying solo mister! Give me a minute to change and I’m all yours, ‘kay?”
“You don’t have to change. You look kinda cute in that uniform” he said, giving me the once over.
“Oh Please!”
I turned around and headed for my bedroom but I was cheering inside. He thought I looked cute. Yay! I had a bubbly feeling in my chest, like a highschoolgirl that had just received a compliment from the hottest guy at school. I quickly untied my apron and slipped out of the uniform. I picked a plain white summer dress that matched Michael’s white shirt; it fell nicely around my curves down to my knees and I felt comfortable in it. I slipped on my white sailor shoes and headed towards Michael. He wasn’t in the living room but I noticed the front door was open so I walked outside.
Michael sat waiting in a golf cart with a huge grin on his face. “You ready?”
I climbed on board and he hammered the gas pedal, which instantly made me cling to my seat. As we drove around the corner of my place a gust of wind hit us. My dress flew up and covered my face. I let out a scream while franticly trying to straighten out my dress while Michael almost hit a tree; he couldn’t stop laughing. The cart swerved left and right forcing me to grab a hold of my seat again in order to prevent myself from falling out, which only caused me to loose the grip of my dress and it flew right back up.
Oh, this was going great!
Michael was now laughing so hysterically he had to stop the vehicle.
He stumbled out of the car holding his stomach with one hand and pointing at me with the other. “Oh boy, you’re killing me” he managed to get out in between laughs.
I was absolutely horrified and hid my face.
“I can’t believe Michael Jackson saw my underwear! I could just die!”
“Aaw, don’t worry girl, I didn’t look, I swear!”
The expression on his face told the opposite as I peeked out through my fingers.
“You looked and you know it!”
“Well only a little…It was kinda hard not to. And don’t worry, they looked….Uhm….pretty.”
“Still doesn’t change the fact that my boss saw my underwear! Oh god!” I looked up and saw Michael maneuvering to get back in the drivers seat. He sat down and looked at me with a friendly smile.
“Hey don’t worry your pretty little head about that, ‘kay? Are you mad I laughed?”
“No not really… Guess it did look kinda funny, huh?”
“Girl you have NO idea! But you better tuck that dress in somehow. Can’t have you flashing me all the time, now can I? I might actually have an accident if you do.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and Michael hit the gas once again, but this time I was prepared.
****
We made it to the theatre without any further incidents. I figured I had maxed out my “embarrassment quota” for the entire week!
The theatre was beautiful and I had never seen anything like that in a private home before. First, we stocked up on popcorn, milk duds and soft drinks which were all for free and lying in glass displays, just like in a real movie theatre. We then ventured inside and chose two seats in the front.
“So what are we watching?” I asked.
“Well, it’s a brand new movie and it hasn’t been released yet. So you’ll actually be the first to see it… And I know the guy who plays the lead” he said with a proud smile on his face.
“Oooh, that sounds interesting! Who’s the actor? Anyone I know?”
“Uhm, yeah…. It’s me!”
“YOU! You’re an actor too? Talk about multi-talented.”
“I starred in a movie called The Wiz in the 70’s, but this time I wrote, produced and directed. It was really exciting and something I’d always wanted to do.”
“I can’t wait to see it! I bet it’s good.”
“Ok, but remember I’m really nervous about letting people watch it. I’m afraid they wont like it, so please be kind!”
“I will and don’t be nervous. No matter what people say, making a movie is pretty impressive. Not a lot of people can brag about having made one.”
“Thanks,” he said and smiled at me, “Let’s start it up then.” He put his hand up in the air and gave a thumbs up to the guy operating the projector. A few seconds later the movie started.
I could tell Michael was nervous, ‘cause he kept biting his lip looking over at me for a reaction to what was playing on the screen. I would be too if I had to put my work out there for millions to judge and pick apart. I reached over for his hand and caught his eye, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and then went back to concentrate on the movie. His hand felt so warm and soft that I decided to keep it in mine during the entire movie.
****
The movie was actually not that bad. It was probably not Oscar material, but it was fun. Michael looked so incredibly sexy in it, especially in the “Come Together” video. All I could think about was that ass in those pants, and that chest as he ripped his shirt open. How I would love to touch both! I think I might have squeezed his hand extra hard during that performance. I really wanted to feel him, and that was as bold as I dared to be.
“So what did you think? Did you like it? You hated it right? Was I bad? I know acting isn’t my real profession, but I though I did okay. Did I do okay? Did I? Why are you laughing?”
“You’re just too cute! It was good Michael and you did a great job, so don’t worry. I sure couldn’t pull that off…And the music was great!.”
He looked relieved. “What was your favourite part?”
“Well, it was really funny in the end of Badder when the two boys tried to grab each other’s hands but they just kept twirling around…. And the end was really…sexy.”
His face turned red and he looked down let out a nervous giggle. “Really? You though I was sexy?”
“Oh come on Michael! You seem to know what’s gonna make women drool! And to answer your question, and I think I speak for all women or at least the ones with eyes, yes, you looked, and look, very sexy.”
“You’re funny. I’m not sexy! I’m just me… But you look…uhm” he cut himself of… “Wanna go for a walk?”
I took his arm and we walked outside. Was he about to say that I was sexy? Nah…
We walked around his property and I determined right then and there, that I had never seen anything so beautiful before. Everything looked perfect and fairytale-like. I really enjoyed his company and even though he seemed very shy, he was still easy to talk to. He seemed to enjoy my company too. He kept sending me side glances, but when I tried to catch his gaze, he quickly turned away. That shy reaction made me think of myself as a teen when I had a crush on a boy. Did he like me? I was afraid to ask, so I just held on to him and kept walking.
Michael seemed proud of his Neverland property. His face was beaming as he showed me around and explained with enthusiasm what he had planned with some of the empty patches of land. Listening to him speak was so soothing and I could do it forever. He held my arm tighter and tighter as we walked, but at one point he let go and checked his watch.
“I have to be getting back. My manager is coming over in about half an hour to discuss the tour. I’ll walk you back to your place”. I anticipated for him to hold out his arm for me to take, but to my pleasant surprise, he took my hand instead.
****
“Well, here we are! Thank you for showing me your movie and for showing me around. This place is heaven on earth. I feel so lucky to be able to work here… Even though I haven’t actually worked yet!”
“No, thank you!. It was a pleasure to spend time with you and hopefully I’ll get to do it again?” he said with a questioning expression.
“I would love that very much. You know where I live, so just come by whenever.”
“I will take you up on that. ‘Bye…”
****
I spend the rest of the day colour coordinating my wardrobe and watching TV. The image of Michael ripping his shirt and showing off that milk chocolate coloured skin kept looping in my mind. While walking around with him, I really had to restrain myself from reaching over and checking out that colour with my own eyes. How could he not know how sexy he was? There sure was a difference between the groin-grabbing Michael Jackson I was used to seeing on TV and the one I had spent the last couple of days with. Maybe he only thought he was sexy while on stage? In my opinion, both Michaels were equally sexy. I settled into bed and caught myself missing him. I hoped with all my heart that he would come by tomorrow and wondered what we would be doing if he did. We probably wouldn’t be doing what I had in mind!
I started drifting away…
Suddenly I heard a noise coming from the glass doors and I sat up without turning on the lights. Coyote? No, it couldn’t be coyotes because now I heard a quiet tapping. I got out of bed but realised I was only wearing panties, so I quickly reached for my robe and put it on. I lifted the curtain just a little and peaked out, but it was pitch black.
“Is anyone there?” I said with a shivering voice.
“Uhm…it’s me… Michael.”
Oh shit, I thought to myself and hoped desperately he had come to ravish me like he did in my dream last night.
“What are you doing here? It’s 1 am!”
“I just needed to tell you something and I couldn’t wait”
I opened the door and Michael appeared. He looked straight into my eyes and took my hands in his.
“Look, I’m not very good at this so please don’t interrupt me, ‘kay?” I nodded and he continued. “I have to admit that there were two reasons why I hired you. The first was because of your qualifications and your personality. But the other reason, and please don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m creepy, was because I thought you were really….you know, pretty and also….sexy...and I wanted to get to know the girl I saw in front of the camera. That’s why I came by yesterday and also today… And so far I’ve only been pleasantly surprised.”
He took a deep breath and sighed and mumbled to himself. “I’m such a dork!”
“No, you….”
“No please wait, I’m not finished yet. I have to get this out. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is….I kinda like you”. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “Oh, I’m done now. Sorry.”
Now it was my turn. “Wow! I’m a little blown away. I don’t know if I should be offended, but….I’m really not. I guess I’m flattered in a way…and I kinda like you too.”
I could feel my face blushing like crazy, but it was too dark for him to notice.
“I’m so glad you’re not mad, girl. Could I maybe invite you to dinner tomorrow? You know, like a date?”
“Yes you may.”
“Great, so I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 8?”
“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled so hard I was afraid my face was going to crack open. I had to compose myself in order to not jump up and down screaming like a little girl. He asked me out! ME! Miss Normal!
“Ok then…I’m gonna head back so you can get some sleep and be well-rested for our date. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight”.
He turned around and walked away. Before I closed the door I heard him let out a victorious, but whispery “Yes!” I giggled inside as I closed the doors and went back over to my bed.
Before I had a chance to take my robe off, I heard the same tapping as before. I got up and opened the door. Before I could say anything, Michael leaned in and kissed me! My knees went weak as his soft lips pressed lightly against mine. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He stepped back, looked at me and licked his lips looking very satisfied. He then blinked at me and walked into the night.
OMG! I had a date with the milk-chocolate coloured man with the tight ass! What the HELL was I gonna wear???
