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A Weekend with Michael	By : GenesisJones Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 1344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Michael Fassbender and/or anyone associated with him. This story is NOT for profit. I am not being paid for this work or do wish to be paid for it.

Chapter List
- 1-Caroline's Surprise
- 2-Going Over the Edge
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It was just another typical day; she put in her two hours working at the local middle school. Caroline Ortega worked as a Fashion instructor in the after school program and it was the end of the semester and Caroline was swamped with getting her students ready for the upcoming fashion show. It was getting late and she was running against the clock. The show was less than a week, and half of the students’ clothes wasn’t complete, and Caroline was feeling the pressure. Luckily, for her, Savannah Clarke, her co-worker had agreed to stay behind and help Caroline.
The women had known each other for some time and had grown to be rather close. Savannah had even surprised Caroline by featuring her on a review of Caroline’s work at a fashion show a few months ago. The women were sitting down gathering the supplies together when Savannah said,
“Caroline, I don’t know. I don’t like Michael for some reason. He just doesn’t do it for me.”
“What? Girl, you’re crazy. He’s is so gorgeous. You have to see him in this movie where he plays a sex addict. It was a real good movie.” Caroline replied as she put the sewing machine in the box.
Savannah shrugged. She wasn’t sold on him. She had eyes for someone else. The man she was crushing on was British and had a smile that made a woman melt. Caroline just shook her head.
“Vanna, you are hilarious.”
“Huh, why do you say that?” Savannah responded while picking up a bag full of thread and putting it over her shoulder.
They both walked out of the room and into the storage closet and put the remaining items on the shelf. The sky had had shades of red, orange and traces of pink, signs that showed that the sun was beginning to set.
“You like that skinny guy. I like Michael because he as some meat on his bones.”
“Hey, Tom is not skinny. He’s just not a big guy. Besides, I think he looks super sexy just the way he is.” Savannah said.
They both laughed as they continued walking towards the boulevard. After reaching their destination, the two women said their goodbyes. But before she left, Savannah said to Caroline,
“Sorry I won’t be able to make the show tomorrow, but I know you are gonna do great, hun.”
“Oh, thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.”
They hugged and departed.
The next day, Caroline arrived at the hotel where the fashion show was taking place. To say she wasn’t nervous was a lie. This wasn’t her first show, but rumors that some top designers were going to be in the audience had rattled her. As she made a way into the dressing room she noticed a man staring at her out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t look. From the bit that she did see, he was standing in the lobby talking to another man. Both men were tall and wore dark suits. Caroline began to feel self-conscience. She looked at her outfit. A saffron-colored one piece with a high color that accentuated her neck. Her brown hair was put in a French bun with tendrils hanging on either side of her head.
Once she made her way into the dressing room, she stood in front of a standing mirror so she could see her whole outfit. Her hair was fine. Her makeup was light with a glint of reddish-orange eyeliner. Her shoes were perfect as well. She finished assessing herself when her models came into the room discussing how much the show was going to be great. Caroline on the other hand wasn’t so sure.
Caroline helped the models get into their clothes. Others went off to get their hair and makeup done while Caroline made alterations. When she was done, someone came around the room and said that the show was going to start in 10 minutes. Caroline couldn’t believe that she was so nervous. Luckily for her, her collection, Summer’s Reign was the last on the program.
After her last model made her walk, the emcee called Caroline on stage. As she made her way on the walk, she saw the man from the lobby. A huge smile fell across her lips. The gentleman who was staring at her was Michael Fassbender.
As she waved back at the crowd, she felt Michael staring at her. Once the show was done and some the crowd had dispersed, Caroline was making her way back to the dressing room area when Michael approached.
“Excuse me, are you Caroline Ortega?” He asked.
She noticed that he had an accent. Then again it was common knowledge that he spoke with an Irish brogue. But when he did interviews in sounded more German. At least to Caroline it sounded German.
“Uh, yes. Yes I am. And you are…”
“Michael.” He responded with a smile.
Caroline was awestruck. She couldn’t believe that her favorite actor was standing inches away from her.
“Michael, I’m a huge fan of yours.” She said as she extended her hand.
He took her hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed it. The feeling sent a surge electricity through Caroline’s body. His lips were soft and gentle. She had imagined many times in her dreams what it would be like to kiss him or to be kissed by him. And here he was kissing her. Well sort of. She pushed the thought aside.
“And I am a huge fan of yours as well. I have been following your work for some time now. So, when I found out that you were going to be showing your designs here, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you.” Michael said as he let go of her hand.
“Oh my goodness! Thank you so much, that really means a lot to me.” Caroline said.
Michael smiled, “Glad to hear it, Caroline. Listen, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“Uh..um.”
“Please say ‘yes.’ I would love to discuss your designs in depth.”
Caroline was dumbfounded. Where in the world does a movie star ask a fan out on a date? She was thinking that this had to be a dream. Nothing like this ever happens. She had to make her decision quickly. After all, when was she ever have an opportunity like this again?
“Uh, yes. Yes, I will have dinner with you.”
“How does seven O’clock sound?”
“It sounds great.”
“Then it’s a date.”
“I…I guess it is. Here is my address before I forget” Caroline responded.
Michael pulled out his phone and typed in the information. They exchanged numbers as well. The both of them stood there for a moment before one of Caroline’s models ran passed them screaming,
“Come on, Caroline! It’s time for the group picture. Hurry!”
“I have to go, sorry.”
“No worries. I will see you tomorrow then.” Michael said as he grabbed her hand and kissed it again. He let go of her hand, turned and walked away.
Caroline found herself smiling from ear to ear as she walked over to the area with all the photographers. The group photo was going to be featured in the next issues of the hottest fashion magazines. Caroline felt like she was on cloud nine. The fashion show was a huge success and now she had a date with one of the sexiest men alive.
It couldn’t get any better than this, she thought.

The next evening, Caroline found herself standing in front of her bedroom mirror trying to decide on what she should wear. Her choices were a black strapless lacy one piece that accentuated her thighs and her breasts. Portions of the dress was completely see through. Caroline’s next choice was a purple sequined cocktail dress. This one had one strap and it would show off her favorite body part…her legs.
                It was almost time and she hadn’t made her final decision. Soon, she decided to go with the purple cocktail dress. She had a matching shawl to go with it. She was putting in her earrings which bared the amethyst gemstone, when her phone vibrated. She picked it up. It was Michael.
                Hey, beautiful. I’m parked outside. Be right up.
                Okay, just finishing up now.
                She was anxious. This was the first time in a long time that she had invited a guy back to her house. Then again she didn’t date much because of her busy schedule. But this weekend was different. Several times after the show, she had contemplated texting Savannah about her date with Michael Fassbender. But she knew that Savannah would never believe her.
                Michael rang the doorbell. Caroline was definitely nervous now. She finished putting on her shoes and grabbed her purse from off the table. She opened the door. Michael stood there with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. A smile formed his lips as he stared at Caroline from head to toe.
                He loved the way she looked. This wasn’t his first time standing before a beautiful woman, but Caroline definitely took his breath away. He handed her the roses. She thanked him and placed them on the entry table beside her.
                “Caroline, you simply amazing. Purple suits you. Suits you very well.” He said.
                “Oh, thank you.”
                He cleared his throat. He didn’t want to seem like he was being perverse by staring at her so intently. He extended his arm and she wrapped hers with his.
                “Shall we go?”
                “Yes.” Caroline said.
                She locked the door and they walked down towards the elevator. They didn’t say anything to each other. All they did was steal glances at each other until the elevator made to the garage. The elevator doors opened and they walked hand in hand towards the car. As they approached the car, Caroline realized that it was the latest model of the Jaguar Coupe F-Type R. Caroline made an ‘ooh’ sound as she stood in front of the vehicle. Michael chuckled as he watched her reaction.
                “Nice, car.” Caroline finally said as she rubbed her hands over the hood.
                “Yes, I think so too.”
                He pulled out his car keys and pressed the button, unlocking the car doors. He opened the passenger door and guided Caroline in making sure that she was seated comfortably. The interior had red leather and still had that fresh new car smell. Michael opened his door and sat down. The smell of his aftershave filled the car. Caroline liked it. She touched the dashboard with her fingertips. She loved the feeling the Jaguar was radiating. The power, the masculinity, the sexiness. All of these feelings overwhelmed her and they hadn’t even left the garage yet.
                “Having fun, Caroline?” He asked as he watched her hands moving across the dash.
                “Oh yes. I’ve never been in a car like this. It’s all new to me.”
                “Oh don’t worry. There is plenty of new things to discover.” He replied with a smile.
                Michael turned on the switch to the ignition. The car let out a loud roar followed by a low growl. Caroline put on her seatbelt and made sure it was secure. While, Michael pulled out of the space and made his way to the exit. He paid the parking attendant and waited for the partition to rise.
                “Michael?”
                “Hmm?”
                “I was wondering. This is a tough neighborhood. How did you manage to get the car here without someone trying to steal it?”
                “Well, the car does have some state-of-the-art technology in case someone tries to steal the car. Kind of like a low jack on steroids. Besides, if anything happens to the car, the owner would handle it.” He said as he pulled out into the street.
                Looking rather confused Caroline responded,
                “Wait, so this isn’t your car?”
                “No, it isn’t. I stole it from a friend.” He said with his eyes focused on the road.
                “Would they be mad?”
                Laughing, Michael replied. “I will imagine so.”
                Caroline fell silent. Michael turned on the radio and a familiar song began to play. Caroline didn’t recognize the song but, Michael started humming the instrumental parts. The song had a heavy guitar and drum solo. He was bobbing his head to the beat while Caroline just watched and giggled. Soon after the singer started singing about ending all hope.
                Just then it donned on Caroline that he never told her where they were going.
                “Michael, where are we going?”
                He stopped humming and turned down the radio. “Oh, my dear. It’s a surprise.”
                “You know I must tell you that I really enjoy surprises.”
                “Is it that so?”
                Caroline was about to reply when Michael’s cellphone rang. He removed it from his jacket and pressed the answer button.
                “Hello, man.”
                “Dude, where the hell are you?!” The voice on the other end asked.
                The gentleman from what Caroline could tell had a British accent. His voice was very distinct. Polite but aggressive all in one. The man waited for a response. Michael didn’t say anything until the man spoke again.
                “Where are you, Fassy?”
                “I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”
                “A secret? I don’t have time for this, man. I have something important to do tonight.” The man responded, this time his voice sounding in a panic.
                “You sound worried, Hiddles. I’ve never heard you like this before.”
                “Look, man. I don’t know what you are doing, but you need to bring back my car.” His voice was stern this time.
                Caroline began to chuckle. The British guy became more annoyed once he heard her laughing.
                “Fassy, you have someone in my car?! If you get one scratch on—”
                “Oh sorry, Hiddles. I can’t talk now. I’m driving at the moment. Ta-ta!”
                Michael disconnected the call and turned his phone on silent. He placed it back in his pocket and said,
                “Sorry about that, Caroline. That was the owner of the car.”
                “He sounds pretty pissed. How did you steal it without him noticing?”
                “Oh, I would love to tell you, but I’ll say that story for another time.”
                She nodded and turned to stare out of the window. It was a half-hour later that she realized that they were no longer in New York. They drove passed an abundance of trees and wild life. The occasional aroma of dead skunks filled the car. It wasn’t until she saw the sign welcoming them to Connecticut that Caroline realized that they must be going to his home. She knew he spent his time between Los Angeles and London. But he was known to call London home.
                Michael turned off at the exit. Traffic was light in this particular part of the town. Caroline turned towards him, while adjusting herself in the seat.
                “It is so beautiful here, Michael.”
                “Tell me about it. That’s why I chose this area. It’s quiet. No one bothers you. No paparazzi to be camping outside of your house watching you every move.”
                “But I thought you live in Los Angeles?”
                “I do. Everyone knows about that home in Brentwood, but I actually live in London. This place is my secret getaway.”
                “Hmm.” Caroline said.
                They drove down a dirt road until they arrived at an entrance that bore maple trees on either side. He made the left turn and drove deeper as the wilderness shrouded the car. It was dark out so the only lights that could be seen was the headlights illuminating the bushes. Caroline’s eyes opened wide as she saw the beautiful house before them. Michael parked the car at the main entrance. He shut off the ignition and got out of the car and walked over to open the passenger side door.
                Caroline unbuckled her seat belt and placed one foot on the asphalt. Meanwhile, Michael being the perfect gentleman held out a hand to help her get out of the car. As she stood her perfume filled his nostrils. She smelled so good. He continued to stare at her. His eyes canvassing her breasts down to her thighs. Michael bent his bottom lip as he focused on her thighs. She let go of his grasp and began walking ahead. He felt himself becoming aroused as he watched her hips sway back and forth. He noticed that she exuded confidence. He admired that in a woman. It was hard to find a woman who didn’t have insecurities, especially when dating someone who is in the public eye.
                The house stood at 4 stories tall. Caroline noticed that the house was painted in a champagne-like color adorned with Victorian-style windows. On the side of the house was a rose garden. That’s when she turned towards Michael and asked,
                “Did you pick the roses from your garden?”
                “Handpicked. Just for you, my dear.”
                Michael walked towards her. The wind began to pick up and he wanted to go inside. Caroline slipped her hand in his. Once inside the house, Michael went into the living room and turned on the stereo. He gestured for her to make herself comfortable while he went to prepare dinner. Caroline took off her shawl and put down her purse on the couch. She wasn’t sure if she should take off her shoes, so she kept them on.
                She couldn’t keep still. She gazed at the walls covered with pictures of Michael and some famous celebrities. There was even a picture with him and the owner of the Jag, smiling on the red carpet. She then heard pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. Caroline decided to walk in and see what Michael was doing.
                “Hey, what are you doing? Sounds like an accident happened.” She said as she sat at down in front of the counter. The white marble countertop looked so exquisite. She tried to picture him making dinner here when he wasn’t filming.
                “Eh, no accident. I always like to make a loud of noise.”
                “Hmm, I bet.” Caroline realized what she had said. Feeling embarrassed she tried to change the subject.
                He laughed. “I see someone has a dirty mind.”
                “No, not at all. I just let that one slip.”
                “I think that’s cute. You should let things slip more often.” He said as he mixed some ingredients into a bowl.
                A devilish smile formed on her lips. Caroline was beginning to loosen up a bit and Michael liked that. As he continued making dinner, he asked her if she would like some wine. Caroline respectfully declined. She wanted to keep her mind as clear as humanly possible. The last thing, she wanted to send a message that she was a lush. Being in the fashion industry was a stressful job as it is, and she didn’t want to develop a bad reputation.
                “So, Caroline…I was curious. What made you decide that fashion was something you wanted to do?”
                “Well, growing up you had two choices: you either sold drugs, which mostly likely got you killed. Or you end up in prison. I chose not to go down that path. I wanted to do right by my family by graduating and becoming successful enough so I could take care of my parents.” Caroline responded as she stared at him.
                His jaw tightened. Michael stopped mixing and looked at her. He admired the fact that she wanted to give back to her parents. He was becoming smitten. They’re eyes transfixed on one another. Dinner would have to wait. Without hesitation he grabbed ahold of her hand and walked her back to the living room. Caroline treaded lightly on the carpet; her heels digging into the plush fabric.
                “If you are wondering about your shoes…you can leave them on.” He smirked.
                Caroline was liking where this was going. Michael had put in a cd and pressed play. He asked if she would like to dance. She said yes as the music began to play. Michael pulled her close to him. Caroline could smell his cologne. He smells so good, she thought. Caroline could feel the heat radiating from his body. Michael wanted her and he wanted her bad.
                He placed his hands on her hips and Caroline tensed. He realized this and took her hands into his.
                “I will go as slow as you want to go, Caroline.” He whispered in her ear.
                The sound of his voice was sending waves of pleasure to her core. The accent was driving her crazy. Fuck, I’m so horny right now, she said to herself. She nodded in response and just put her head on his chest as they danced. They continued swaying to the music, until the phone rang. Michael broke their embrace and walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the phone. When he checked the caller id, it was the angry British guy.
                “Fassy, I hear you breathing on the other end, man. Answer me.”
                “Hiddles, how did you know I was even here?”
                “The car’s GPS. Come on, man I told you that I had an engagement to get to.” Hiddles responded.
                “Man, call a cab. I’m busy. Don’t worry. I’ll have the car back by tomorrow.” Michael said in an annoyed voice.
                Before he could say anything else, Michael hung up on the caller and took the phone off the hook. While he was there he grabbed two glasses from the cabinet above the sink and a two bottles of water from the refrigerator. He walked back to Caroline who had taken her shoes off and was sitting on the couch swaying to the music.
                “Sorry about that. He can be such a pain sometimes.” He said as he chuckled.
                “Well, you did steal his car, you know.” Caroline replied as she took a glass and a bottle of water from him and placed them on the coffee table in front of her.
                “Yes, I suppose you are correct.”
                He sat down next to her. Caroline crossed her legs, smoothing out her dress. Michael now had a perfect view of her legs. Her legs were beautiful and thick. Caroline adjusted herself so she would be facing him. He put the contents on the table.
                “Caroline, I apologize if this sounds forward, but can I kiss you?”
                She said nothing. She nodded her head and smiled. Michael then leaned in closer. Caroline tilted her head and closed her eyes. His lips touched hers. It was a soft gentle kiss. The sensation sent shockwaves between her legs. His hands took to fixing themselves on her shoulders. Michael’s hands were warm and so soft. Strong and firm.
                Caroline opened her mouth and his tongue entered. His tongue danced with hers as they rolled around one another, tasting every juicy bit of each other. She moaned as she felt his hands grab ahold of her and pulled Caroline into him.
                He was every bit of the kisser she had imagined and much more. His tongue continued to invade her mouth and Michael was thinking if she tasted as good elsewhere. The idea made him even more erect. Suddenly Caroline pulled away gasping for breath. She stared at him hungrily.
                “I think we should take this upstairs” she said in between breaths.
                “Are you sure about this, Caroline? It that what you really want?”
                “Oh shut up and take me upstairs.” Caroline replied.
                They held hands as they climbed the stairs. His bedroom was the first room on the right. Once inside, she closed the door behind her. Caroline barely had time to close the door before, Michael had her pinned against the door. His heavy frame overpowering her. And oh did she like that. He wanted to take charge, but she knew she couldn’t let him have all the fun.
                This time she kissed him. Her tongue was dancing with his, while her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. Caroline was finding it hard to focus so she ripped his shirt open, revealing his chest with a tuft of hair. She pulled the shirt down as far as it could while his roaming hands were finding their way up her thighs. She shuddered as he found her panties. Michael moaned as his fingers danced over the edges of her underwear.
                Michael said in a devilish voice,
                “You’re wearing silk panties?”
                “Well, your hands should know.” Caroline responded in a sexy voice.
                He smirked and hoisted Caroline in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her towards the bed. He laid her down slowly on the bed. Michael kissed her again on the lips and proceeded to plant kisses on the side of her neck. She moaned against him which sent his arousal into overdrive. He moved down towards her breasts, squeezing them gently and tracing his tongue between them. Caroline let the strap fall off her shoulder.
                Michael pulled the dress down, revealing a black bra. Unhooking the bra took no effort as he soon traced his tongue around the areola. Caroline ran her hands through his dark hair as he placed his mouth over a nipple. He nibbled on it and then he turned his attention to the other breast. Caroline cooed as every touch was driving her insane.
                He then paused and looked up at her.
                “Let’s say we get you out of this dress.” He said as his accent was more pronounced.
                Without hesitation, Caroline shimmied out of the dress. She laid there in only her panties and her shoes. He grabbed her feet and slowly took off her shoes. She giggled as he kissed her on her legs.
                “You are so beautiful, Caroline.” He said as he began to unbuckle his belt.
                “Wait, allow me.” She said as she crawled towards him.
                Caroline grabbed ahold of the belt and removed it from the loops. She put the belt aside. There were no words between them. The only sounds that filled the room was the unzipping of Michael’s pants followed by hissing noises as Caroline began stroking his erection. He threw his head back and thrust forward moving in sync with Caroline. Finally, she removed his pants, stripping him completely naked.
                Caroline licked her lips with anticipation. He looked down at her and asked,
                “You are becoming a very naughty girl, Caroline. I may have to discipline you.”
                Biting her bottom lip as her gaze met his, she answered,
                “Michael, you are more than welcome to try.”
                Caroline lightly kissed the shaft of his penis on one side and circled around the other side with her tongue, leaving a moist trail from the base to the head. Michael groaned. She opened her mouth and took him in. He could feel the warmth of her breath on him. It felt so good. He continued to look at her as he grabbed Caroline by the back of her head and guided her to a steady rhythm, back and forth, each time the wet sounds filled the room.
                Michael could see that Caroline was enjoying it. She too, groaned in pleasure. Her mouth continued its work. She tightened her mouth around his cock, making him almost reach climax. The feeling was becoming too much. He found himself pulling away. If he let this continue, he might not last any longer.
                Through clinched teeth Michael said,
                “My dear, it’s not that I am not enjoying this…but remember I can’t let you have all the fun.”
                Michael grabbed Caroline and laid her on the bed. He began to massage her legs with his hands. His hands felt so good on her skin. Caroline closed her eyes, letting her other senses take over. Michael snaked his way towards her panties. His fingers once again treading along the fabric and her stomach. Caroline jerked slightly. Michael found a sensitive spot. He pulled at the fabric, until he ripped the panties completely off of her.
                A shocked look appeared on Caroline’s face. She was going to say something, but Michael began to plant kisses on her inner thigh. He gave a smug smile as he looked up at her. She ran a hand in his dark hair. This gave him confirmation to go further.
                His tongue trailing along her core. Caroline tightened her grip on his hair. She moaned as she felt his tongue enter her slowly and deep. She gripped the comforter with her other hand as he replaced his tongue with a finger. Then another. Slow and deep as he filled her. Back and forth as his fingers became coated with her juices. He pulled out his fingers and licked them.
                “Hmm, you taste so good. Would you like a taste, sweetie?”
                She sat up while he extended his hand. She grabbed his hand and sucked both of his fingers. He hissed as the wetness of her mouth was intoxicating him. Finally, when she lapped all of it he motioned for her to lay back down. He still wanted to be in control. She lied back down. Michael began to lick her clit. He first started with a slow and gentle motion and then he quickened the pace. Caroline yelped.
                She was panting now and feeling like she was on the verge of her orgasm. He felt her clinch and ready to release, but he stopped.
                “Not yet, Caroline. Not with me, love.” He replied with smile.
                Caroline couldn’t think. Her body was burning with desire. She wanted him inside her and she wanted him now. As if he could read her mind, Michael said.
                “Don’t worry. I will give you what you want and more.”
                She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her. But the question was how far was she willing to go over the edge?
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