Michael Blackson Stand-up Comedy Novels & Stories

Poor people believed him and now they made sure to keep me satisfied all the time. Not that I'm complaining. "Nothing's broken. Don't need to be nervous." My calm voice sounded in the room. "Yes, yes," Embarrassed, the staff member tried to laugh and put the cup of coffee on the table for me. I felt calm when I smelt the rich aroma coming from my black coffee. Michael was scrolling through his phone before he gave a pleasant smile. "We should open the television. Mr Atkinson is doing a press conference." "That quick?" Taking a sip, I asked. I was surprised.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

He went inside. The jokes he and Michael had made earlier about the whorishness of the average Black Rock teenage girl had a germ of truth embedded at its heart. The most average example of that type lay sprawled before him on the living room divan. His older sister, Michelle, snored away. Blobs of puke were smeared down her pinhole-burn-ridden shirt and collected into a grimy pool on the antique oriental carpet. A half-empty Beefeaters bottle lay curled under her arm like an adored child.

" Michael's coffee went out through his nose. Jesse got up and put his hands on his hips. He was looking him dead in the eyes when he growled "And what the hell looks so funny to you?" Michael tried to compose himself, or at least stop laughing that hard- he was acting like a total dick. "Nothing, just..." "What? Ohh, no. Hold on" Jesse declared dramatically, " You think that only because you're super big you'll do this better than me. I haven't..." " I never said that. "

“It's not so much attention as choosing to ignore me. Things in Heaven haven't been... heavenly, as of late, and ancient tensions run deep. I'm a wolf: I leave diplomacy to the dogs. It's only the kills that concern me.” “I'll pretend like that made any sense.” “Shush, maggot. Watch divine politics unfold.” I watched as Michael talked to a stately black angel in hushed tones. The black angel radiated warmth, dressed in golden robes. Battle scars riddled his face, and his eyes were a smiling amber. He seemed at ease, clashing with Michael's intensity. He cracked a joke, sending a blond-locked angel into fits of laughter. Michael approached exasperation. The demons talked amongst t

The lady storms off as attorney Michael Ambruso stands up, speechless and starts to apologize to everyone for disturbing their meal. "Wow! That was intense and painful to look at! Here let me help you clean up, and I guess I should thank you for that comedy relief break. I needed a good laugh from the drama that has been my life lately." remarked Ivanka, walking over to Michael and starting to help dry him off.

“Meet me at The Black Lounge. Now.” There was a pause, then a sigh. “You sound like shit. Fine, I’m on my way.” I ended the call and grabbed my coat, not bothering to clean up the mess I had made in my room. Let the servants deal with it. I just needed out. The Black Lounge was a high-end bar, exclusive and discreet—perfect for someone like me who didn’t want attention. When I arrived, Michael was already there, a glass of whiskey in hand. He raised an eyebrow as I slid into the seat across from him.

“Nobody is trying to pick a fight, everyone just wants to make some profit. There shouldn’t be anything bad in it, should there? I mean, you are even welcome to sell your drugs in this Casino.” “No thanks,” I said with a straight face. “I’m not as covetous as you.” “Always so serious,” Michael taunted. “We are at a party, learn to have fun.” “You can party all you want, I’m not into such,” I said. “The next time I see your drugs in my clubhouses, you will be having more dead bodies sent your way than profits.” Done with the conservation, I turned and walked away. As I walked away, Michael muttered, his charming smile dropping. “Such a bastard.”

A stereo was playing in the background as I took in the surroundings. Lucas entered the room from the hallway and I'm sure he saw the surprise on my face. Lucas was clad only in a pair of gym shorts but the real shock was Lucas was black. He had to be 6'3 as he filled the hall door. "I take it you're Michael," Lucas said as he extended his hand to me. I found it hard to talk as I finally managed to meekly reply, "Yes...and you're Lucas?" "From your expression I suppose Richard didn't tell you I'm black," Lucas said as he walked over to the couch and sat down. "Is that a problem for you?"