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Just One Night *Part One*
Hello! This is Tiara again and I just wanted to write a short fantasy before a big project comin' up, so I want yall to enjoy this very sexy, short fantasy! Enjoy!! --------------------------------------------------------------- *Club Zen, 12:36 AM, Los Angeles, California, January 14, 1993* One evening, my sister, Safaaria and I stepped inside this famous club, known for punk rock bands, drugs and alcohol, but we didn't come for the alcohol or the drugs. Just the music. You see, my sister, Safaaria, was a major fan of this specific rock band, named Guns N' Roses, and had a thing for a man in the band, named Slash, or whatever his name is. I didn't know anything about this band, just that my sister was obsessed with them. She was planning to get to meet with him and have him sign her autograph. Actually, we weren't supposed to be at the club, because we were underaged girls. She was 17 and I was 16, and in order to be allowed at the club, you had to be 21..but Safaaria's charms and curves got us in. All she had to do was flirt and talk dirty to the bodygaurds. They fell into her trap and let us in. (lol) And we also weren't supposed to be at the club, because we snuck out of the house, while our parents were sleeping. We really accomplished and succeeded, because our parents were very strict and we couldn't get away with anything. We are Asians, and in Asian culture, parents are very disciplinary with their children (My family is from the Phillipines). Bodyguard: Welcome to Club Zen, ladies. (smiles at us) Enjoy... Safaaria: (smirks) Thank you, baby. (strokes his cheek with her finger) I laughed at her as we walked in. Club Zen was a whole new world! It was so fascinating to us, because we were away from our stressful realities and into our fantasies. This is usually what we saw on television, not in our real world. We looked all around the club in pure awe. It was amazing! There were cigarette smoke everywhere, surrounded us were all of these rockers, in their big, messy, animated hairstyles, with girls on their laps. They called these girls, "floozies." I know it sounds stupid, but the whole idea was exciting for us. We were so tantalized at the whole punk scene, because we finally escaped from our rigid, strict, organized world, led by our square, stern parents, and we were in to the free world, full of no worries, no stress, and just freedom. The whole atmosphere was care-free and all over. We saw people having sex and doing drugs with each other, but it was tantalizing for us. You could hear nothing but the loud, sharp sound of electric guitars and the deep booms of the drums hit our ears. It was like heaven for the both of us. It was great! People who walked all around us didn't suspect us of being underaged...well, that was because we dressed for the scene. Safaaria was dressed in a cheetah-print halter top and a really short, black mini-skirt, that went down to basically her thighs and wore long, black boots, up to her knee. She wore cherry red lipstick and smoky eyeliner. She looked like a 21 year old! Her hair wasn't long at all. It was cut into a bouncy bob, but with beautiful, bouncy, shimmering, black bangs that hung down to her eyes. I wore a black rocker dress that went down to my thighs. It looks exactly like this: http://fashionfeen.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/bebe-rocker-dress1.jpg (Imagine that on an Asian girl. lol) My hair was very long, unlike Safaaria's. It went to my lower back and it always swished whenever I walked. I had on black stilleto heels and I wore lip gloss with a smoky eyeliner. We didn't look like high school girls; we looked sexy, hot, sleazy, and actually sophisticated and just plain grown. That was a good thing. I looked over at Safaaria and she looked as if she saw the face of God. Me: Safaaria? Safaaria: (eyes blossoms) I. See. Slash...(freaks out) Oh my God!! (screams) I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I tried so hard to calm Safaaria down, before she would pee on herself. Me: Safaaria, calm down! Safaaria: Malaysia, I'm sorry, but...(turns to me) This is SLASH, for God's sake! He's like the God of rock n' roll! Then all of a sudden, she took my hand and guided me somewhere. Me: Where are we going? Safaaria: We're going in the crowd, so we can see if we can catch Slash's eye... After ten minutes of pushing and squeezing through, we finally got close to the stage. At this point, they were starting to perform a new song. It wasn't fast this time...it was kind of a slow song, but still packed with lots of energy and rock, but first, Slash introduced the crowd to someone. Slash: Dudes and Dudettes, I would like to present the fucking king of pop, rock, and soul, Mr. Michael fuckin' awesome Jackson!! The crowd went out of control with screaming and whooping as someone ran out to the stage. It was a man and to my suprise, he was a very handsome man. He had a long, wavy river of hair, black as the night, he had a very slender body, long, skinny, splendid legs and a very bright smile, filled with just perfection. I saw as his brown eyes looked on at the crowd, but looked at me, personally. He had fairly white skin and a little cleft on his chin. He was dressed in black, and he had a white armband on his right arm and this stylish cast on his hand, along with tape on his fingers. My eyes were completely fascinated and attracted to this man. They followed his every move. I have never seen any man that looked so amazing and so sexy as him. But I didn't remember his name, so I just referred to him as amazing man. Amazing Man: Are you guys ready? Crowd: (shouting) YEAH!! The amazing man giggled to himself. His voice was also intoxicating. It was so soft, sweet and gentle. Amazing Man: (giggles) Okay, guys. This song we're about to perform is called "Give In To Me," which is on my latest album, "Dangerous". I hope you enjoy it. Just then the music started. When he held out the first note, I immediately became hooked on this man. Every dance move he made had my eyes follow. I looked in admiration as I saw him perform his heart out. He looked like this: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KavOcK_vrXY/S9OBmsK0HLI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/RQxN_VI743w/s1600/gitm.jpg All through the performance, he kept moving and dancing, like there was no tomorrow. My eyes were stuck on the amazing man and Safaaria's eyes were stuck on Slash. After the performance ceased, the crowd went crazy. After their small concert, me and Safaaria went to the corner to talk and just listen to the punk rock music on the stereo. We were having the time of our lives! *Michael's Point of View* With endless beads of sweat around our faces and underneath our clothes, Slash and I ran down the stage, with adrenaline pumping throughout our bodies and us wiping our moist, sweaty faces with towels, when Slash noticed something. Me: Great performance, Slash! That was wonderful! Slash: (not paying attention to what I said) Hey, Mike... (nudges me) Look at those two babes over there, dude...(points at two girls) Let's tap at 'em tonight. Whadoya say? Me: Uh...nah, man..(shakes my head) I-I don't do that.. Slash: Aw, come on, man. They're Asian girls! I heard Asian girls are FREAKY, dude! Come on! Me: Um...Slash, I'm not interested... Slash: Man, Mike, you just need to live a little...can you at least try it? Me: (takes a deep breath) Okay...Fine, but I'll later regret it... With a chest full of courage, I walked over to those two ladies, along with Slash. These girls were so gorgeous, but the one with the black dress caught my attention. She had beautiful brown eyes, a long river or black hair and a wonderful smile. I became very nervous, because I have never seen such a girl as beautiful as her. Slash: Hey, babes. Wanna hang with us tonight? Then all of a sudden, the girl with the short hair screamed until her throat was sore. It kinda scared me, and the other girl tried to calm her down. The beautiful girl talked to us. Beautiful Girl: Um...sorry. She is just a big fan. She's not like this all the time. Slash: That's alright, babe. I'll take care of her...(rubs the screaming woman's shoulder) The girl started to hyper-ventilate, while smiling at him. After a while she calmed down. Slash walked away with her, holding her by her waist, and into the VIP room. I was left with the beautiful girl, and I was very nervous and shy. I stepped up to the plate and decided to introduce myself. Me: Um...hello...(gives a shy smile) Beautiful Girl: (smiles) Hi...what's your name? Me: Michael...Michael Jackson. What's yours? (smiles) Beautiful Girl: Malaysia Santos...Um...Mr. Jackson...I really enjoyed your performance. Me: (giggles) I'm very glad you liked it, and please call me Michael. Malaysia: (giggles) Okay, Michael. Um...so what do you think Slash and my sister are doing right now? Oh, I knew. I could just imagine. Me: Um...I have no idea. *In My Point of View* Mmm...he looked so sexy. I looked at him up and down and I felt a desirous passion swirl all over me. I was sexually interested in him and I wanted him. Don't let my strict parents fool you. I have had sex before..a lot with a couple guys, but I know I'm not a ho. I just like sex. I felt horny and I felt free, caused by the environment I was in. Me: Um...Michael? Michael: Yes? Me: Uh...(bites my lip) Do you care to hang with me tonight? Michael: (smiles innocently) Sure...how about we drive around the town in my car and get to know each other? It'll be so much fun! Me: Mmm...sure... We walked out of the club, by the backway and we drove in his silver convertible. (make believe car) We drove around the whole city of Los Angeles, and I had an amazing time with him. He told me all about his life, his experiences, and his dreams. It fascinated me. I told him about my life, including my strict parents, and he completely understood what I was feeling, since his father had the same standards as my parents. He started to look at me the way I looked at him, and I knew that he wanted to do it. At a red light, I whispered in his ear: Me: Stop at the nearest hotel... What will happen? To Be Continued...
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