{Bad era – 1987}.

Beads of sweat were rolling down my flushed face as I gave the crowd one final wave and "I love you". Swiftly, I left the stage, only to be greeted by a young woman by the backstage door. This woman had thick black hair, deep, dark eyes, heavily made-up features and a grey glitter dress that only just hid her backside.

"Excuse me," I demanded politely, slipping past her, heading towards my dressing room.

"Mr Jackson," she called back, earning my attention as I turned around, "I-I just wanted to say hi ... "

"Oh." I nodded in understanding, "I see. Well, hello there. I really must go to my dressing room now—"

"Can I stay in there a little while?" the woman asked me sweetly, subtly edging closer to me – but not subtly enough for it to go unnoticed.

"Well, actually, I have to get changed. And besides, fans aren't typically allowed in the dressing room." My list of excuses was piling up little by little, until she cut me off by placing her fingers over my lips.

"Hey, shush, okay?" She let out a small, casual laugh, keeping her mouth closed whilst she did so, "I wouldn't say I'm a fan. Far from it."

"Then what?" My impatience was growing with every word that added to our conversation, "What are you?"

Avoiding my question, she changed the subject speedily, "Listen, Mr Jackson ... " Her fingers ran slowly up my chest, until they reached my neck, "I've been waiting a long time for you to find me." Her arms slowly coiled around my neck, causing me to widen my eyes in surprise, "Now ... I'll be your everything, if you make me a star."

My brows furrowed deeply at the offer, "No, no; that won't be necessary. And anyway, I have a girlfriend, um, h-her name is Ashleigh ... back home. I-It was a lovely offer, but I'm afraid I have to go—" She brought her head closer to mine, causing me to stumble on my words a little, "To my ... dressing room."

She chuckled to herself, pushing me gently backwards towards the wall. I swallowed, unsure on how to feel about what was going on; she was a gorgeous woman, but I had Ashleigh back home, who would be waiting on me.

"Um ... sorry, but I didn't even get your name."

My desperate attempts at taking her mind away from what she was doing didn't seem to work, as she answered, "Diana. Some like to call me Dirty Diana. But anyway, that's not important right now." After speaking those words, she finally managed to bring me to the wall, giving her total freedom to do what she wanted to me.

Her lips found their way to my neck, then she began kissing sensually at my skin. A soft gasp tumbled from my mouth; the feeling was pleasurable, to say the least. If it wasn't before, it certainly was when she pressed one hand against my stomach to hold me in place – my stomach was my turn-on spot, so even the lightest of touches effected me.

Despite my fighting against it, a small moan escaped from my lips. It was difficult to stop it from happening; once she heard my reaction, she started to believe I was putty in her hands.

"Make me a star, Michael, and I'm all yours," she promised, separating her lips from my neck, instead letting them hover close to my own lips, "All yours."

My eyes closed to clear my mind of thoughts, but instead, it only made my mind busier. Diana leant her forehead against mine, allowing our noses to touch by the tip.

"Where's your place?" I found myself asking, my voice low-pitched, after much silence.

"I knew you'd see it my way." She smirked at me, reaching her hand into the bust of her dress, before bringing out a key card, "It's not far from here." With that, she dragged me away from the stage, taking me to her place, in spite of the fact I needed to change.

Who cared? I don't think she minded what I was wearing, anyway.

It only took a few minutes for us to arrive at her place. When we entered the house, I couldn't help but look around in awe at her beautiful home; everything about it was perfect, from the curtains to the furniture, from the decor to the ceiling ... all of it.

"I'm real tired, but I hate sleeping alone. Why don't you come with me?" she offered, running a hand down my chest seductively.

"Listen, Diana ... " Suddenly, I remembered how wrong this all was, "I-I don't think this is a great idea. My baby's at home; she's probably worried tonight."

"And why's that?" Diana kept her distance from me for a moment, then decided to draw the curtains to give us some privacy.

"I didn't call on the phone to say that I'm alright," I answered, an expression of concern starting to take over my face.

With one smile from her, I forgot all about Ashleigh. She walked up to me, and said, "I'm all yours tonight, Michael."

At that, I ran to the phone, dialling Ashleigh's number. It rang only three times before I heard her answer, "Hello?"

"Ashleigh, it's Michael. I just finished the concert," I told her, "Baby, I'm alright. But unlock the door, 'cause I forgot the key."

Diana then snatched the phone from my hands, placing it to her ear instead, "He's not coming back, because he's sleeping with me."

After hearing Diana say those words, my eyes widened in shock. That, however, was nothing on Ashleigh's reaction. It was easy to hear her yell, "What! Who is this?"

"Dirty Diana, if you like." As she replied, she glanced over at me, winking at me. Scowling at her, I tried to prise the phone off her, but she was too strong for me. She continued to talk to Ashleigh, "Oh, really? Okay. I'll tell him that. Bye babes."

She hung up the phone, setting it back on its receiver. Her first sight was me, which caused her to raise her eyebrows seductively. I, on the other hand, was not amused.

"Why did you do that?" I demanded angrily, "You know we aren't sleeping together!"

She gave a slightly maniacal laugh, "Michael baby, whatever happened to our little promise?"

"There never was a promise," I hissed, walking towards the door of the house quickly, "So now, I'm going to go back home to Ashleigh, and tell her you're just some crazy fan."

"Ah." Diana sucked air between her teeth, "Actually, you won't be able to do that. She said you're over, and that she isn't unlocking the door for you to get in. Should've brought your key, heh?"

Fury built up within me at that moment. "You evil bitch," I growled, storming out of the room.

"Oh, Michael?" Diana called from the doorway, briefly earning my attention.

"What?" My head turned to see her running towards me, then before I could react, she grabbed a hold of my face, before kissing me violently. She was stronger than I thought, so it was tough to separate from her. When I did, however, I made it clear I would never come back, "Never come to my concerts again. Never talk to me, never look at me, never think of me. You're a mistake to humanity."

With that, I left silently, to go home and attempt to make amends for the problems that Diana caused ...

~~

This was kinda pointless really, but I wanted to recreate Dirty Diana from the way I view it. :') Sorry if it sucked. xD