Michael Blackson Stand-up Comedy Novels & Stories

“He’s to British to throw a blowout party. My guess would be Kylie Jenner. She seems the party type.” “What about Michael B. Jordan?” I asked. “He probably would host a fun party.” “Too serious and focused on his work,” Kamron was grinning now. “I’ve got it! Jack Black!” I giggled as Jeremy sat in his chair. “What are we talking about?” “My blowout party!” Nate exclaimed. I looked at him. “You’re throwing a party, too?” “Yeah, Nate,” Kamron said. “Why didn’t you say so?”

Sasha had happily agreed to send the kids to her because she wouldn’t want Sapphire ruining her perfect night by demanding too much from her father, making him to divide his attention. “Wow that I happen to see an angel even while still alive,” he breathed huskily. Sasha giggled, “you don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Brown,” she complimented. “Hmm, I look like the shadow of you, also including the fact that I’m dressed in black.” “You look good in black,” she said. Michael winced with a smile, “well, not just you but white is my favorite color too.” “Can I make a confession?” She asked, biting her lip.

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.

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.

Finally someone with a real sense of humour. Michael: I could come get you on Sunday if you want. Rescue mission. No cape, just my car and possibly fries. Me: God, yes. Please do. If I hear one more tech joke I'm actually going to kill myself Michael: Done. I’ll bring music and judgmental glares. Me: You're my favorite person right now. Michael: I know. Just don’t tell my mom. She still thinks I peaked in high school. Me: cross my heart My chest eased. Just a little.

"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.

At his position, I stood up, kneeing him on his groin and throwing him on the chair. "Have your seat first." I said, straightened his collar then turned to the others. He groaned in pain, his hands protectively covering the area. Sorry, hon, damage's already done. "The phone!" I demanded. The three stood up laughing. I really didn't find the situation funny. "You are outnumbered doll. Look around. What are you going to do?" Dark skin said. He was such a loud mouth. "I'm going to kick your arses." I said.