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You honestly don’t know how it happened.
You were on every website and social network known to man at that time. It was 2007, and technology was changing with the times.
You’d post on Facebook and MySpace, often documenting your outfits, taking cute selfies, or, if you were bored, you’d scroll through fashion blogs and forums, saving pictures of expensive items like Chanel bags and Louie V heels—the pink ones, of course.
It was definitely an escape from your reality.
Online, you could customize your page to what you loved and scroll through pages of people you never met. While in person, you were a waitress. Dealing with sticky tables from maple syrup, pouring hot coffee, and counting out the small amount of tips you made at the end of your shift.
But out of everything that kept you staring at that blue screen for hours, there was one thing you couldn’t seem to stop going on.
Michael Jackson forums.
You loved to read up on the King of Pop, thread after thread, and you found communities much like you. So one day, late at night, you’d set up that pink laptop—wiping the webcam as you clicked on a live chatroom with people who were fans of Michael.
It was innocent. People were kind, often showing off their merch and talking about their favorite moments, songs, and performances.
Until one night, you clicked on a different forum, mistaking it for a typical fashion blog.
Inside the chat room were talks of paying a large amount of money if a woman were to show off her feet. Trying to persuade the act by insinuating it’d be enough to buy a Dior bag.
It was a large amount that you had never seen at your own job.
You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you remembered wanting a channel bag but having to focus on paying an important bill due that week, putting luxuries aside.
So you set up the webcam quickly and responded. Showing off your manicured feet in return. And thankfully—thankfully, you didn’t embarrass yourself on the internet for nothing and were given your money up front.
You vowed to never do something like that again.
And in the later months since then, you never did it again.
Until you got an itch…
However, you never expected the person on the other side of the screen to be Michael Jackson himself.
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You dolled yourself up in the mirror, adjusting the strapless dress that pushed your boobs up perfectly.
You wanted an 18k gold Cartier bracelet.
You told yourself you just had to have it, and if your job wasn't supplying you extra money for it…then well, you'd find a way.
It just so happened that, unfortunately, your way was the ‘get rich quick’ method.
“…I won't do this again…for real this time.” You spoke to yourself in the mirror as you applied lip gloss.
You turned on your laptop, wiped the webcam, and returned to your forums. Trying to find a similar page you happened to wander on the first time.
“C'mon... someone's gotta be horny..”
You tutted your tongue, trying to find pages but failing.
A few minutes in, you had already started losing patience and went on the Michael Jackson forum—the one you usually loved. You started smiling while reading stories and seeing photos of him.
Then you got an annoying pop-up.
But before you could exit it, your eyes went to flashing words displayed.
Live Girls Online! Chat Now!!!
You then thought back to the Cartier bracelet you so desperately wanted.
You hesitated before you clicked.
A sea of naked women flooded your screen, causing you to go wide-eyed. Quickly shutting your laptop.
But the gold Cartier bracelet kept calling your name.
You sighed. Slowly opening your laptop back up, the naked women awaited your new user sign-in.
You clicked on the box which mentioned being a cam-girl.
You set up your profile, using only a picture of you from the mouth down to your chest, giving yourself the user:
mjsbunny1958
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You lay down on your bed with your laptop, as you put the finishing touches to your profile. Stating, “$90 to see me live, $50 to chat,” purposely not mentioning up front that the price would go up the longer they had you on this site.
You waited, rethinking whether you had made the price so high that no one wanted to click on you. Or that you may have come off too mysterious, since you didn't use your full face for your profile.
You messed with your almond French nails as you thought.
Suddenly, a ‘chime’.
You quickly turned your attention to the chat bubble moving up top.
Dr. Black is typing…
The avatar was blank; it was the usual default profile picture sites first gave you. You were skeptical; this could very likely be a scam.
Dr. Black: Hello beautiful
You hesitated before responding, maybe—just maybe, it wasn't a scam. You'd entertain it for now.
mjsbunny1958: hi, have you read my rules?
Dr. Black: Yes beautiful, I comply fully
This user has sent you $50
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You grinned at the notification, giggling and hoping you'd be getting that notification often.
mjsbunny1958: what would you like to talk about? it can be anything, i’m here to please :)
Dr. Black: I love your username
Dr. Black: Do you like that Jackson guy?
You were glad the conversation steered toward something you loved; you couldn't lie; you were expecting the person to start with something erotic.
mjsbunny1958 is typing…
mjsbunny1958: oh of course! he has such a lovely voice and heart, i listen to invincible a lot…i also heard he may be coming out with a thriller deluxe soon
Dr. Black: Really? So many leaks out there
mjsbunny1958: i keep up online
Dr. Black: I can tell. I’d buy you all the albums beautiful
Oddly, this experience made you feel giddy. You kinda hoped they'd chat a little longer, then you wouldn't have to worry about being on the site for so long for other people, trying to make bank.
Dr. Black: May I see your face?
mjsbunny1958: hmm, i’m not sure about that…
This user has sent you $70
Dr. Black: Please? May I see this beautiful bunny?
Your eyes widened at the sudden double amount of money he gave you; you almost felt bad if you didn't give him what he paid for. He was begging too.
But you thought, if you were gonna show your face you had to get your money's worth if they tried to ruin your life with this.
mjsbunny1958: you have to request a private live chat :) then you may see
Dr. Black is typing…
He was typing for a long time. You thought you might've ruined your chances of getting more money by asking him to go live with you.
You stared at your laptop, hoping there was still a chance he might send more money over. You sighed as you waited, about to close your laptop before notifications chimed.
This user has sent you $90
This user has requested a private live chat!
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You cleaned your webcam. Admiring your dolled-up appearance in the camera.
Still lying on your bed, you accepted their request.
Their camera was dark. It was silent.
You furrowed your eyebrows for a second in confusion. Either their camera was broken or they did not want to be seen.
“Hello?” you spoke, giving a hesitant wave.
Silent.
You weren't sure if you should just leave, the silence was deafening.
Then, a choppy, garbled hello was uttered.
“Is your connection okay?” you laughed, unable to keep it together at the thought that they spent so much on you to not have good wifi.
“…M’sorry… I'm not too good at technology..”
Their voice was deep, yet soft. Maybe they were an older man, you thought.
“It's okay…times are changing, y'know.” You giggled.
“…I’m already horrible with this new iPhone crap.” He let out in annoyance, though you found it funny.
“Your laugh is as beautiful as you.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He never failed to keep calling you beautiful, you noticed.
“Your lips are lovely, that's what drew me into you.”
“Oh, really? I only chose that photo for privacy reasons.”
“I understand. I have to be private too.”
He wasn't kidding; you answered his live private chat request to absolutely no one but darkness.
He looked at your bedroom layout, noticing pink bedsheets, purses, and the striking Thriller-era poster of Michael Jackson.
“Have you ever seen him in concert?”
“Who? Michael?” You asked.
He loved the way you said his name, and this new angle you were in—you were on your stomach, lying prone as you kicked your feet in the air.
“Yes.” He gulped.
“Unfortunately, I haven't...maybe he’ll tour again soon and I'll be able to go.”
“..Maybe he will, you never know.”
“Do you love michael? You seem to bring him up a lot, and I know because of my username but still,” you grinned.
“I don't mind him.” He uttered, wanting to brush past your statement.
“Okay, Dr. Black. If that's your real name, doctor.” You teased.
He chuckled lowly. Feeling a bit shy that he chose that user.
He started staring at you again, undressing you with his eyes.
“…Can I see your dress please? Fully? I-I’ll pay another ninety…”
“I guess I can't argue with that…” you chuckled. He didn't waste any time stating he’ll pay you so you wouldn't turn him down.
This user has sent you $90
You adjusted your pink laptop on your bed before you stood up, adjusting the strapless dress on you.
“..mmm, look so beautiful mama..”
Before you could return to lying back down, he stopped you.
“Wait. Stay there, wanna keep looking at you more.”
You paused your steps, looking back into the screen's black, mysterious void that spoke to you.
“Can you touch yourself..”
You weren't sure if he was demanding it or asking you, but it was certainly turning you on.
You let a manicured hand roam up top your dress, kneading your left breast. The dress was struggling to stay in place with your movements.
“Shit… just like that mama, touch both of them.”
You let both your hands roam, circling your nipples, biting your lips.
You could hear heavy breathing from the other side of your screen.
“Turn around for me, beautiful… wanna see all of you..” He spoke shakily, almost as if he was holding himself back.
You turned around, setting your arms by your sides now.
“Lift your dress up.”
You grabbed the dress by the ends, lifting it slowly, revealing a lacey pink string thong.
You bent down in front of the camera, the webcam catching your slick, glistening in the dim lights of your room.
You could hear wet noises and heavy sighing.
He got a perfect view of your ass. Heart-shaped and all. You weren't helping him at all when you started moving it seductively.
Repeated ‘schlick’ noises followed.
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At this point, you took the dress off fully. Then your thong.
You wet your fingers with your mouth, before sliding them in your cunt.
“Wish it was your fingers, hm?” you moaned out, bucking your hips on your bed as you attacked your wet pussy.
“Fuck—yes, I'd go straight to fucking y—ah—you!”
He groaned out; his precum was drooling out.
Feeling brave, he pushed his webcam toward his dick, giving you a clear picture of just how much he was loving this.
You gasped at the sight, he was so big… so we're his hands. You even caught the beautiful splotches of white on his dick.
“Tell me, bunny,” he let go of his grip on himself, his hand cramping up, forcing him to edge.
You stopped now, too, not because you wanted to. But because you wanted to cum with him.
“Do you like it rough or soft?” He breathed out, catching his breath.
Your legs were shaking as you swallowed before you spoke.
“I-it depends…”
“Well, just so you know… I’d be gentle if you'd like. But if you weren't feeling it, I wouldn't mind pounding you day or night…maybe spank your ass a little…not too hard though.”
You giggled at his remarks, “You're quite the gentleman.”
“I'd give you some money too, if you'd like that.”
You smirked at your camera, “I think I'd be more than satisfied…though I wouldn't mind some gifts.”
He chuckled, “Yeah?”
“Wanna be my bunny? I'd take care of you so well, make sure you're fucked good and treated like a queen. Would you like that, beautiful?”
You smiled, hardly believing you were really falling in love with a faceless man you barely knew who said all the right words.
Before you could speak, he adjusted his webcam.
Black hair and eyeglasses showed faintly.
“Dr. Black?”
“Yes, beautiful?” He responded with concern.
“You mentioned being private earlier…But I don't think it's fair that only I get to show my face and don't get to see the handsome man behind the screen?”
He gulped, nervous now. You could feel it.
“…If I tell you who I am, you wouldn't believe me. If I show you who I am, you'd probably never speak to me again. Let alone be with me.”
“Then let me see you.” You whispered. His hesitancy made you unhappy. You were sure whatever it was he was hiding about himself couldn't possibly change what you experienced tonight with him.
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He adjusted his camera slowly, the light cascading on his face.
Your jaw went slack in shock.
Michael Jackson.
A sudden realization that you spoke, touched yourself to, and turned him on came to you.
He bowed his head down a few times, ashamed, like he had done everything wrong.
You were glad he gave you a few moments of silence to take it all in. You processed it. Then breathed, calmly speaking now.
“…if I asked you to tell me. I wouldn't have believed you.”
“But, am I so glad you showed me you. You trusted me.” You smiled now. “I'll take this to my grave…even if you didn't mean what you told me earlier.”
He looked back up into the camera, shocked at your calm reaction. But also at your words. He meant what he said, but the fact that you wouldn't try to ruin him even if he didn't mean it—should've given him relief, but instead it made him disheartened. Because if you didn't try to make a story out of him, then what else was there left to hide?
“T-that's it?” he managed to speak.
You nodded, making peace with the situation. Realizing he was just a man at the end of the day, having needs too.
“Knowing what I know now doesn't just magically erase what happened before I knew.”
It felt odd, for him at least. Not expecting you to behave like this at all.
“…I don't remember the last time someone made me feel so…ordinary.”
If he wasn't already head over heels for you, your words simply made him fall even harder.
“I think…” he chuckled, fixing his glasses,
“I'm in much deeper than I planned.”
And from that point on, he meant what he said to you.
From getting your contact to treating you like a queen, wrapped up in his arms.
He fucked you deliciously, and you couldn't seem to wrap your mind around how a guy his age had so much stamina.
He gave you expensive gifts, ‘the best of the best for my bunny’ he'd always say.
You never had to worry about the Cartier bracelet when you now owned 20, courtesy of Michael, of course.
And when he was away, surprisingly, it was the best rather than sad, because the long distance meant you got to experience the first time you both fell in love with each other again, setting up your laptop as you teased and fucked yourself on camera for him, getting to enjoy front row seats of your fiancé‘s sloppy fisting to his dick!
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