Michael Blackson Stand-up Comedy Novels & Stories

You will record the whole thing and send it to me, doesn't need to show your face. Michael was shocked at the demand as he typed back. Michael: I can't cum while at work! Please, can I do it when I get home? Blackmailer: No. You're cumming on your lunch, and I want a video! Fuck sake. As much as Michael didn't want to wank while at work, it seemed an easy task compared to some others.

The music stops, because who would want to move or breathe when Michael fucking Stone is in the room? He's standing by the back door, Bones behind him. All I see in Michael's eyes is red, and I wonder for a moment there if he's angry about me hosting the party or something else? Suddenly, he starts barreling toward me. I find myself backpedaling with every step he takes toward me. “Omigod…” I mutter under my breath at the storm on his face. “Hey, look who's here…the party pooper.” I sputter with effort, trying to crack a joke but I end up being the only one laughing.

"How are you?" Michael Wesley was an old classmate of mine, and from time to time, for business reasons, we would get together. Today was one of those days, and his smile widened. I see that not as well as you, he said looking at my tremendous office. "Things have been going well in business lately," I told him. "Tell me about that tonight, okay?" he said with a mischievous smile. Michael, besides being a businessman, loved parties. "A couple of girls, a private room at the Blues, two old friends having a good time, you know."

After finishing breakfast, Michael and the other person at the table got up to leave. Michael shot me a warning glance as he stood, but I ignored him, discreetly flipping him off under the table. He could be such a control freak sometimes! When I first sat down at the table, my attention was drawn to the man sitting next to Sasha before I even noticed her. He was dressed entirely in black—from his hat to his shirt, pants, and shoes. He even wore a black headset and mask, making him stand out in the brightly lit dining room. The plate in front of him was empty, and he didn’t seem to be there for the food. Instead, he looked more like some kind of enigmatic performance artist.

Leave it to Lin to try and lighten the mood of a serious situation with an inappropriately timed joke. “I just don’t understand why he hasn’t sent over a security team or something! He is like a bazillionaire, isn’t he? He needs to step it up and take responsibility.” “He has just as much to lose as I do,” I said, sinking onto our worn-out sofa. I was still trying to catch my breath from being followed by some man all the way from my gym. If I were to guess, it was probably the same man who was trying to blackmail Michael through me.

he asked and Liam stared at him weirdly. “And you are?” Liam asked and the guy in black removed his sun shade. “Micheal Adams” TBC

he replied, making me laugh. “Somehow, I doubt that. You look like one of those annoyingly good at everything people.” “You’re right. I’m pretty much perfect.” I shook my head and started preparing my plate. “You are terrible at being humble.” “I hate it when people pretend to be modest.” I usually preferred to eat in silence, but with Michael, I just wanted to keep on hearing his voice and know more about him. “What else do you hate?” He took some time to answer as he finished his bite of food. “Long donuts, public gyms, and liars.”

My hand pressed against him. He groaned softly, his grip on my ass firm. “Be careful what you wish for.” My breath caught. His lips brushed mine, but then he pulled away. “I play ladies like I play PS. And I always win.” He walked back inside, leaving me raw and wanting. *** Mr. Blackwood’s voice boomed, glass raised. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight.” The crowd cheered. He joked about business tycoons, made them laugh, then continued.

I asked innocently. "That I'm not a serial killer," he said as he popped a piece of steak into his beautiful mouth and started chewing. "Thank the gods! The idea of eating a plate of beef with a serial killer would have totally killed this date for me." He swallowed his meat and grinned at me. "Very funny, Miss Bennett. You are a wit." "Why, thank you, Mr. Blackstone, I try very hard to be." He disarmed me with his charm so effortlessly that I really had to work to keep him on task. Ethan could turn a conversation to his advantage in an instant. "What do you do at your company?"

Loudly. That deep, condescending kind of laugh that sounded like he was trying to cough out his own ego. Lucas blinked at him. “Something funny, Mr. Blackwood?” Damian leaned back, folding his arms with that smug, barely-there smirk I’d always hated, and once, stupidly, loved. “I just find it interesting, Lucas, that you think someone could ‘take it to the next level,’ when I’m literally the largest donor the Foundation has.” Oh, for God’s sake.