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The stadium was just getting started with the warm-up games before the actual match when I saw him towering from across the court. He was a trendy basketball player, a celebrity in his own right. His broad shoulders and muscular create told me that he worked hard to keep his fit and chiseled physique. The way his shorts hugged his well-endowed glutes made me swoon, and I felt my knees buckle in admiration.

I tried to put him out of my mind and focus on the game, but it was difficult, as I could not take my eyes off him. I decided to complete the work I had come to do in the stadium and head back to my hotel room. But just as I was about to leave, he spotted me.

The trendy basketball player walked towards me with a confident stride that made my heart skip a beat. The closer he got, the more flustered I became. I was not prepared for the encounter, and I could not imagine taking my eyes off him. My eyes stayed fixed on him, and I was caught in a trance.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said with a deep, melodic voice, interrupting my thoughts. “I couldn’t help but notice you in the crowd. What are you doing here?”

Without speaking, I handed him my pass and gestured at the courtside seat. He smiled and gestured for me to follow him.

As we walked, the trendy basketball player introduced himself as Michael. Michael Jordan. My heart almost stopped as I realized who he was. The greatest basketball player of all time, and he was flirting with me. I smiled, trying to conceal my amazement, and followed him to the sidelines.

As we settled into our seats, Michael started to chat with me, asking about my job and where I was from. Before I knew it, we were laughing about our shared love for cheeseburgers and Michael’s penchant for gambling. His laugh was infectious, and I couldn’t help but grin at all his jokes.

During the game, Michael brought me a cold beer. I took a sip, and my insides trembled. The heat emanating from my core indicated that my attraction to Michael was palpable.

The game was heating up, and Michael was taking control. I found myself cheering for him, hoping that he would win. Suddenly, Michael turned to me and asked me to come to his hotel room later that night.

My eyes widen in shock, and I returned with a smile, “yes.”

After the game was over, Michael took me to his hotel suite. It was a lavish penthouse, and the view from the balcony was stunning. It was apparent that Michael spared no expense on his accommodations.

Once we had a drink in hand, Michael began to seduce me. He started to touch me, first brushing my cheek with his thumb. Then he slowly moved his hand to my neck, his fingertips sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. It was perfect and tender.

Michael then took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As we moved through the suite, I could feel the heat of our passion intensifying. When we got to the bedroom, Michael began to caress my body while his lips were still pressed against mine.

Mike started to remove my shirt while I unbuttoned his shorts. Their fabric quickly fell to the floor, and my fingers found their way to his member. He groaned in response, and I knew that I had the ultimate basketball player to myself. I could not contain my excitement as we moved to the edge of the bed, my hips raising to meet his.

As we slipped under the sheets together, I couldn’t help but marvel at the spectacle of it all. This trendy basketball player was in my bed, and I had his attention entirely. With every kiss, every touch, every thrust, I felt my head spinning with pleasure.

When we finished, Michael curled up next to me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. It was hard to believe that the night could be this good. As my eyes started to droop, he whispered that he couldn’t have done it without me. It was impossible to forget the night he spent pleasing and taking me to new heights.

In the morning, I woke to discover Michael stand ably and fully shirtless at the balcony, his impressive form evident in the morning light. He caught my eye and smiled, then gestured for me to come to him, and I obeyed, walking shirtless and braless in the exquisite hotel suite. Michael was standing at the balcony window, giving me a view of his perfectly sculpted back as I was walking up behind him.

“Thanks for being part of my Slam Dunk Seduction, baby,” Michael said, his voice dropping low.

This would be the best night of my life. I joined the greatest basketball player of all time in this stunning hotel suite playing the role of his incredible partner. Little did I know that our night together would be just the beginning of a long, thrilling romance with Michael Jordan. This would be an epic Slam Dunk Seduction that I would never forget.
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