(This one is for ILuvMyApplehead! And it's mature and straight to the point. HIStory Era.)

You worked at a boring office job just outside of New York City. You dreaded coming to work every day, until Michael Jackson became your new boss. He was the sexiest man you had ever met in your entire life, and you frequently caught him trying to catch a peek up your short buisness skirt while licking his juicy lips. He often flirted with you while still remaining completely proffesional as your boss. This day at work was at first just a regular day, but that all changed when Michael came up to your cubicle.

"Oh, hey Mr. Jackson!" You said, smiling, hoping you were not in trouble.

"Hey, Y/N," he said in a low raspy voice. "I need to talk to you, so come to my office in an hour." His voice was commanding and almost intimidating. "You better not be late."

"Uh, yes sir," you replied, watching him swiftly walk back to his office. You hoped you weren't going to be laid off or fired. You waited anxiously for an hour to pass by; it seemed to be taking forever. But the clock on your computer finally changed and you quickly got up to go to Mr.Jackson's office.

You were extremely nervous as you knocked on the door. You smoothed out your skirt and hair, hoping to look perfect. He slowly opened the door and beckoned you to come in, shutting the door abruptly behind you and locking it. You wondered why he was locking the door, but your attention was averted when he told you to sit down. You cautiously lowered yorself into the chair on the other side of his desk. He sat down and stared at you with his deep brown eyes for a moment, and then cleared his throat. "I've asked you to come here to discuss an important matter," he said, his voice deeper than usual. "See, I've been catching you flirting with some of the boys around here."

You stiffened immedeatly. You had, in fact, been flirting with the cute guys who's cubicles were across from yours. You thought it was innocent, but the realized it was not acceptable for the workplace. You looked down at your shoes. He was going to fire you, you thought, or at least give you a harsh warning. You didn't want to be on his bad side.

He got up from his chair and continued, "This kind of behavior is NOT acceptable, Y/N. Our office is not the place for silly games." Your eyes followed him as he came up close to you and said, "I think you're going to have to be punished." Your eyes widened at the thought of losing your job. This was the only good job you could find. You couldn't pay your rent if you got fired.

He came closer to you, holding your face in his large hands. He slyly smirked and chuckled while saying, "I think I have just the right consequence for your actions." He licked his lips hungrily while staring into your eyes. All of a sudden, he shoved you back in the chair and kissed you roughly on the lips. His tounge found its way into your mouth and he sloppily began to french kiss you.

You didn't know what to think at first, and squirmed to get away, but he pinned you down with his weight on top of you. You eventually stopped squirming, letting him pull your hair as he shoved his tounge deeper in your mouth. You had never been in a situation like this before, and you were beginning to get quite turned on. He handled you roughly, making you let out a small moan.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He asked, breaking away from the kiss. You nodded slightly while you felt his hot breath on the shell of your ear. He abruptly bit down hard on your ear, causing you to whimper. He did the same with your other ear, and then went back to kissing your lips. He had no manners when he kissed you. It was sloppy and violent, but it made you want more.

Then you realized that there were people right outside the thin office walls that would hear you. You nervously pushed him away and managed to say, "Th-there are people around!"

He devilishly smirked and said, " That's what locks are for, Y/N. No one will bother us." He pulled you up off the chair and pushed you up against the wall. "I have you all to myself now. And you better take your punishment without yelling too much, or else it will just get worse." He unbottened your shirt and slipped off your skirt, taking off his shirt and slacks soon after. The whole time he was doing this, your mind was saying, "No no! This is so wrong! Don't do this!" But your body was saying, "Yes yes! Give in!" You eventually decided to give in and go with your body. This was a one time oppurtunity, and you couldn't miss it.

He pinned your arms up against the wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He ravished your neck with licking, sucking, and biting. He unclasped your bra and slipped off your thin lace panties. At this point you didn't even care, you were so turned on. He began to roughly suck on your nipples, your sweet spot. You couldn't help but moan it felt so good. You could feel his huge hardness pressing up against your clit, making your kitty ache for him. You were dripping with wetness by the time he finally took of his underwear. "I hope you're ready," he said. Without giving you time to answer, he thrust his entire length inside you, making you scream in pain.

"You better be quiet," he warned. You nodded, trying to adjust to his big size. It was beggining to feel good, and you rocked your hips with his as he thrust into you. You tilted your head back on the wall while leaving scratches on his back. He began to pick up the pace, moaning as he thrusted harder into you. You almost couldn't take it anymore as he bit your collarbone, leaving sore hickeys. You couldn't hold in it any longer and came hard while he was pounding you. You moaned deeply, tugging at his short black hair. Once you settled down, he still pounded you until he reached his peak. He came inside you and pulled out. He was out of breath and panting. You let out a long sigh.

"You, you worked me...really hard, girl." He said in between breaths. You quickly realized where you were and rushed to get your clothes back on. He got his clothes back on too, but his tie was crooked and his hair was a mess.

(Like that.)

Then he realized the time and said, "I better not catch you doing wrong again, or it'll be worse next time. Now go back to work, I'm sure those papers need to be coppied." He sat down at his desk motioning for you to leave. You did as you were told, and hoped no one noticed how happy you were when you sat down at your cubicle, gathering papers. Maybe this job wasn't so bad after all.

THE END