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The air inside the enormous abandoned hangar, repurposed as a rehearsal studio, hung thick and heavy. The scent of sweat, rubber from the slick floor, woody cologne, and raw arousal blended into a potent haze in the closed space. Hot beams from the spotlights beat down on the floor, turning the room into a furnace and casting long, dancing reflections that moved with the bodies. The mirrors covering the entire back wall multiplied every motion, every drop of sweat, every heated glance. The Dangerous World Tour was approaching, and Michael Jackson demanded absolute perfection from everyone—especially himself.
The girl was one of the new dancers, hired just three weeks earlier. Her body was toned from the brutal training sessions: long, sculpted legs, hips that moved with natural precision and sensuality, skin gleaming under the lights. But it wasn’t just her technique that drew the eye. It was the way she danced for him. Throughout the entire choreography for “She Drives Me Wild,” the newcomer added little provocative touches: a slower, more pronounced roll of her hips on the chorus, a direct, challenging stare when he spun, a subtle bite of her lower lip whenever he came close. Every time the heavy beat pulsed, she spread her legs wider in the step and arched her ass in a way that was almost imperceptible—yet more than enough for him to notice.
Michael stood at the center of the group, his black leather jacket open over a white shirt plastered to his sweat-soaked chest. The tight pants hugged every muscle in his thighs and, unavoidably, the growing bulge between his legs that he tried—and failed—to ignore. His sunglasses hid his eyes for most of the session, but during the final run-through, he slowly removed them. His dark brown eyes locked onto hers in the mirror and didn’t let go.
— Again! — he shouted, his voice hoarse from giving orders. — Everyone out. Except you.
The other dancers and crew filed out without question, the heavy doors closing with a metallic echo. Silence lasted only a few seconds before the track for “She Drives Me Wild” started playing again on its own, the pulsing bass vibrating through the floor and up the soles of their feet.
Michael stalked toward her slowly, like a predator. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His erection was now unmistakable, the thick, heavy length straining against the fabric of his dance pants.
— You think I’m blind? — he murmured, stopping just inches away. The heat radiating from his body was intense. — Every time I sing ‘she drives me wild,’ you roll that ass for me. Every time I spin, you spread those legs like you’re begging me to fuck you right here.
The dancer held his gaze, heart racing, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation.
— Maybe I am inviting you, Michael. Maybe I want to drive you completely wild.
He didn’t answer with words. His large hands grabbed her slim waist and yanked her hard against him. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading immediately, sucking and biting her lower lip with raw possessiveness. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his thick, hard cock press against her stomach. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks through the thin lycra shorts, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
— Take everything off. — he ordered against her lips, his voice deep and commanding. — I want you naked. Now.
She obeyed without hesitation. She peeled off her sports top, freeing her firm breasts, nipples already hard and sensitive. Michael growled in approval and lowered his head, capturing one nipple between his hot lips. He sucked hard, tongue swirling fast, while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. Her soft moans echoed through the empty studio, mixing with the pounding beat of the music.
He spun her around to face one of the mirrors, pressing her body against his. Their eyes met in the reflection.
— Look at yourself. — he whispered in her ear, gently biting the lobe. One hand slid inside her shorts, long, skilled fingers finding her soaked pussy. Two fingers pushed in deep at once, curling perfectly against her G-spot. — Look how fucking wet you already are for me… dripping like a dirty little slut.
She arched her back, moaning loudly as he pumped his fingers fast. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room. His thumb pressed firm, precise circles against her swollen clit. Her legs trembled. Michael held her steady with his other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her upright while he fingered her mercilessly, faster and deeper.
— Come on my fingers, — he commanded, voice rough. — I want to feel this pussy squeezing me tight.
The orgasm hit her like a wave. She cried out his name, body convulsing, inner walls clamping violently around his fingers. Her juices ran down his hand and her thigh. Michael slowly withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while watching her in the mirror with a dangerous smile.
— Delicious… but we’re not done yet.
He yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion, leaving her completely naked. Then he shrugged off his leather jacket and white shirt, revealing his sculpted torso, brown skin glistening with sweat. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock—thick, long, veined, the swollen head glistening with precum. She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching with need.
Michael bent her forward, hands braced on the cold mirror. He positioned the thick head at her dripping entrance and rubbed it slowly, teasing, spreading her wetness everywhere.
— Beg, — he growled.
— Fuck me, Michael… please. Fuck me hard.
He thrust in with one powerful stroke. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure mixed with the slight burn of being stretched so full. He was big, pushing her walls to their limit. Michael groaned deeply, forehead resting against her sweaty back for a second.
— Fuck… so tight… so hot and wet… this pussy was made for me.
He started thrusting—hard, deep, rhythmic. Each stroke made her breasts bounce and the sound of skin slapping skin echo loudly with the music. The mirror fogged with their heavy breathing. Michael gripped her wide hips tightly, fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her back onto him with every thrust.
— Look in the mirror, — he ordered, yanking her hair back with one hand. — Watch me fuck you. Watch my cock slide in and out of that greedy little pussy.
The sight was pure filth: her naked body being fucked by Michael Jackson, sweat pouring off both of them, his thick, glistening cock disappearing completely inside her and slamming back out. He picked up speed, shorter and more brutal strokes, the head of his cock hammering her G-spot over and over.
She came a second time, legs buckling, pussy gripping him like a hot fist. Michael grunted, slowing just enough to savor every spasm around his cock.
He pulled out, turned her to face him, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Her long legs wrapped around his waist. He impaled her on his cock again and carried her to the soundboard table in the corner. He set her on the edge, spread her legs wide, and drove back in hard. The table slammed against the wall in time with his thrusts. Michael devoured her breasts, biting her neck and leaving dark hickeys while his cock buried itself to the hilt, balls slapping against her firm ass.
— Come again,--- he demanded, his thumb returning to her clit. — I want to feel you squirt on my cock.
The third orgasm was even stronger. Her body shook violently, juices spraying a little as she screamed his name. Michael kept fucking her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she went limp and oversensitive.
He lifted her off the table, guided her to her knees, and held her head with both hands. His cock, shiny with her juices, hovered in front of her flushed face.
— Suck. Clean up the mess you made.
She obeyed eagerly. She licked from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of him mixed with her own. She opened wide and took as much as she could, tongue swirling around the head. Michael fucked her mouth slowly at first, then deeper, controlling the pace, groaning low as saliva dripped down her chin and onto her breasts.
— Good girl… take it deeper… yeah… you suck so fucking well.
After several delicious minutes, he pulled her up, put her on all fours on the cool floor, and thrust back into her from behind. One hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, he fucked her with raw power. The angle was perfect, hitting deep and rubbing every sensitive spot. He delivered firm spanks to her ass, turning the skin red.
— This pussy is mine now, — he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. — Every night after rehearsal, after the show… you’re giving me this pussy. Understand?
— Yes… yes, Michael… I’m yours… fuck me… use me…
She came for the fourth time, body nearly collapsing. Michael held her firmly so she wouldn’t fall, still pounding until his own orgasm built. His strokes grew deeper, harder.
“Where do you want it?” he asked hoarsely, voice breaking with pleasure.
— Inside… come inside me… fill me up…
With a long, guttural moan, Michael came hard. His cock pulsed violently inside her, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy until it overflowed. He kept thrusting slowly through his climax, emptying himself, marking her deep.
Even after he finished, he stayed inside her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her sweaty back while they caught their breath. His semi-hard cock still twitched lightly inside her cum-filled pussy.
— That was just the beginning, — he whispered against her skin. — The night is long… and I’m still hard for you.
He turned her over, laid her gently on the floor, and spread her legs again. His mouth traveled down slowly—neck, breasts sucking on her sensitive nipples, stomach—until he reached her swollen, cum-dripping pussy. He ate her with hunger, tongue licking up his own cum mixed with hers, sucking her swollen clit, thrusting his tongue deep.
Two fingers worked inside her while he sucked hard. She came once more on his tongue, fingers tangled in his curls, moaning uncontrollably.
Michael crawled up her sweat-slick body, kissing every inch, and slid back inside her. This time slower, deeper, staring into her eyes as he thrust. Long, rhythmic strokes—his cock sinking to the hilt and pulling almost all the way out, the constant wet sounds filling the studio.
They fucked for hours right there in the studio. He took her against the wall with her legs around his waist, holding her in the air. He made her ride him on the floor, hands squeezing her firm breasts as she bounced. He fucked her sideways, one leg lifted, slow and deep while biting her shoulder.
When they finally stopped, exhausted and drenched in sweat, the studio floor was marked with sweat, juices, and cum. Michael pulled her against his chest, lazily stroking her back, his cock still half-buried inside her.
— Tomorrow at rehearsal… you’re going to dance knowing my cum is still dripping down your legs, — he murmured, kissing her sweaty forehead. — And every night is going to be like this. Because you drive me wild… completely wild.
She smiled, exhausted and satisfied, clenching around him one last time.
— Then let me drive you wild too, Michael… every single day.
The music still played softly on loop as they lay there, bodies entwined, breathing together in the empty studio.