Black Rose || The Outtakes

Black Rose || Outtake 87

Indiii_bindiii and keiathegypsy. As a warning, these next few updates will change everything!

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1985 – Los Angeles, California

MICHAEL

No tour. No more brothers. I finally decided to have a good time among peers and dodge the house. It had been quite a while since I stepped out in the first place. Bass thundered when I reached the upper level of this nightclub. Two bodyguards stood on either side of the red velvet rope behind them and pulled down sunglasses to address me with nodding heads and sly grins.

Without hesitation, one of the Black men stepped to his side and unclicked the rope as expected. I'd nodded right behind my sunglasses and pursed both lips before entering. Within seconds, the entire mood of this VIP section changed. Simple joy that echoed from this club turned into downright partying madness.

Every other star rose to address with me pleased faces or noisy voices. I faked one grin after another before sitting down in the one solo corner. Just before I planned to recline, a waiter sifted through the buzzed or just enthusiastic crowd. With one hand, I lowered my sunglasses and locked eyes with him and the empty tray he balanced in one palm.

"What can I get for you, Michael?" he winked. Thankfully, noticing seemed to indicate his possible homosexuality. Not that I had a problem with gay fans, but I never actually dated in that manner. Most of the time, I just knew better than my peers when it came to behavior around ladies. It seemed that no one understood the point of faithfulness or even chivalry anymore.

"Crown Royale, please. It's been a long day." I nodded my head to music surrounding everyone and stood to tip this employee generously. The biggest smile reached his face when he looked to find a Benjamin dollar bill centering the tray. One of the only times I'd splurge in a place like this.

"Crown Royale, coming up! Thank you, Michael." His face turned red among the dark lights here and I winked. Reclining again, I set both hands behind my head when nodding to the rhythms once more.

My lips sometimes parted to sing along, but peers shouted lyrics while lifting beer bottles or wine glasses to the ceiling. I laughed to myself during these fun moments, relieved to have escaped Joseph and his cold stares. Even Mother would understand.

Within these next few minutes, the waiter returned with my drink and I stood once more to retrieve it myself. We soon bid farewell, but when I planned on taking that first sip, everything paused in me. A slightly familiar face had marched onto this upper level now. Her magazine spreads had pulled me in over and over. At the same time, she looked so much better in person.

Damn. I thought to myself.

Angel King.

Her subtle grin appeared while she moved around to greet everyone else nearby. When she finally reached my chair, I sat up against the trendy cushion and pushed up these sunglasses. Inside, my heart pounded with nothing short of lust. As I've said, I usually dodged this emotional state during a first meeting, but there was no doubt in my mind that girlfriend looked fine as hell.

I looked up to see walking toward me with the biggest smile of all. She waved almost shyly, but I immediately noticed the way her body curved just right in a white outfit. The shoulders prized with gold. Red painted her luscious lips and I stood once more to close space between myself and this seemingly innocent woman. At times, the ladies just knew how make me feel sprung.

"Like what you see?" Angel held back a grin and bumped her juicy leg onto my own. Could that dress thread any shorter? I didn't know what to think, but pulled her into me.

"Of course," I whispered by her ear and sneakily draped my arm around her waist. I didn't even care about the possibly nosy eyes around us. Within seconds, Angel yelped at the touch of my palm resting on her backside. Once again, she bit back another smile.

"You're so naughty." she teased.

I flirted back and squeezed the ample skin that buried underneath her tightfitting dress. "Don't blame for being single. Do you like this? We can always go further?"

"Yes. We can go right now if you want." Without shame, Angel wrapped both arms around my neck. I nearly collapsed from the aroma of her sweet but intoxicating perfume.

Never thinking twice, we held hands to leave and I ignored the full glass of Crown Royale that perched by seat. All I focused on consisted of the vixen who strolled behind me. I pushed up my sunglasses with one hand a final time and quietly bid farewell to those nearby.

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These selfishly hands of mine caressed those bare legs while Angel perched right on the sofa. I'd already undressed her from the waist down. My clothed front gently pressed right into her bare and throbbing core, but I'd leaned up to kiss the crook of her neck, which marked with a black design. Possibly one snake tattoo.

Her short haircut frizzed while my kisses moved on and on. With every moment, I pulled away to glare into these desperate but lovely eyes. In response, she offered an exhausted grin. Her lovely drenched from sweat thanks to my forward motions, but we'd only started.

Angel begged for me once more and my lips pulled away from her sweet neck. Her eager hands cupped my face and I found myself scooting closer. My body had quickly pressed onto her moist chest. Without hesitation, my tongue escaped to lick away the trickled moisture found all over and she buried my face into her neck once more, whimpering by now. I couldn't handle this physical suffering anymore.

"Can I have you? Please?" I shivered through breaths on her skin. "This don't usually happen, but I want you so bad, girl. Please?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes..." Angel quivered back. For the first time, we separated from each other and I rapidly unzipped my pants. Even the noise of my stupid belt buckle left us annoyed.

As soon as my pants fell, we couldn't handle these cravings anymore.

I needed her so terribly.

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