I started DJing in high school and did it through Uni (as a way to make extra money under the table) and after coming back to the States I mostly bartended and DJ’d to make money until I could find a more stable 9-5. That never really happened for more than a short stretch, so I’ve worked as a tour and nightclub DJ now for a while (well, not for the last five months) and I’ve been fortunate enough to travel all over for the job. For a while, I worked with a rapper for a while who was moderately popular for some time (if you were in college in 2015, you definitely got drunk to his music). About five years ago, we toured the US and at one point played two shows in three nights in Arizona, with a night off in between where I secured a gig playing a bottle service club. When I showed up on Saturday (early as always), I introduced myself to the managers, security, bartenders, barbacks, and bottle girls just to be friendly, exchanging IG and Snap info with some of them, standard stuff to do so you can tag them in your posts. They had flier’d for the night touting me as the rapper’s DJ, so they had an opening DJ as well, who was cool. I got to talking to a few of the bottle service girls before we opened and snapped some pics for social media. One of them in particular, Amanda, was interested in the rapper and wanted to know all about him. She asked if I could put her and some friends on my guest list for the show the next night, and I told her sure. She was not really my type but was definitely attractive — platinum bleach blonde, ditzy, fake tits, nails, and lips, about 5’1″, and tons of makeup. She has something like 72k followers on IG for a reason, and it’s not because she gives great life advice (admittedly, I still follow her there).
Things didn’t get busy until 10p or so — my set was from 11p-130a, with the opener closing the night out — sometimes I close it out myself if the party was still good, so I told him to stick around just in case. Around 1030p, the tables in the club started to fill up, which meant sparklers, glow-in-the-dark bottles of champagne, airhorns, costumes, and all that shit. When I got on at 11, Amanda started bringing song requests on napkins up to me from one of her tables — which is extremely annoying as a DJ (just let me do my job!), but I make exceptions for tables spending a ton of money. So, fine. First one comes up, and it’s for a top 5 Billboard song, and it’s 11:15p, so I crumple it and tell her I’ll play it around 1. Then she came up another 15 minutes later with ANOTHER request for a top 5 Billboard song… and I crumpled it up again and told her to rely the same message. About another 5 minutes later, she came up again and at this point, I was annoyed — get the fucking message already, but I took the napkin and it read: “I want to suck you’re dick” (yes, ‘you’re’).
I looked at her and gestured to the table like, “what the fuck?” She nodded no and pointed at herself, I laughed and gave her a wink but thought she was joking. She kind of smiled and shrugged and went back to her tables. I had followed her on IG earlier when we met and went through her photos as I DJ’d, and noticed in one she was wearing a shirt that literally read “Cum Dumpster” across the chest (I just went through her photos again and I guess she’s since deleted it [but it looked like this](https://www.etsy.com/dk-en/listing/593475240/cum-dumpster-shirt-womens-tee-shirt), and many pictures or stories she would stick her tongue out — and it was very long (like touch your own nose long). She ended up being my waitress all night, bringing me drinks from the bar when she wasn’t hoisting sparklers and overpriced bottles for people dumb enough to pay for bottle service, and was nothing but friendly or cool all night, even taking a minute or two to chat when we could. She was a bit less ditzy than I originally thought and was pretty funny.
Rest of the night was normal, and around 1:30 it started to slow a little, and the bottle service girls were all congregating by their station together, so I went up and asked Amanda if I could have one more Jameson & rocks — she said sure and told me she’d bring to the DJ booth for me. A few minutes later, she handed me the glass and told me to read the napkin underneath. All it said was “sooooo?” with a smiley face. Maybe it was the Jameson, or that she was not the kind of woman I’d normally hook up with, or that tour life kinda sucks and is pretty lonely, so I said fuck it. I smiled and nodded and told the opening DJ to finish out the night for me — he happily jumped back on, and Amanda pulled me into the changing room for the bottle girls and locked the door (no security cameras, of course, since it was the private room for the bottle service girls to change in). She told me we had about 10 minutes before the lights came on and so we had to make this quick and I said no problem.
I sat in one of the chairs in their room and she immediately dropped to her knees while I undid my belt and pants — and thanks to her being so forward, I was already halfway hard. She took my dick in her mouth and started sucking very hard, working my dick with her hands, tongue, and fake lips, her dark lipstick lightly smearing my dick. She was very, very good at this, and I got fully hard within 30 seconds. I grabbed her hair to try and get her to go faster, but she stopped and told me not to touch her hair and that she couldn’t fix it if I did…. so hands off and I leaned back. She really was a master, chugging my dick as hard and as fast as she could, her tongue doing things I’ve never felt before or since. The way she could rolled her tongue around the head of my dick was absolutely incredible. She had drooled all over the ground in front of her and on her hands, and I could feel myself getting closer but not there yet — even though I had had a bunch of drinks, this situation was just too hot and the Jameson wasn’t going to stop anything. There wasn’t a ton of eye contact, but when she did she’d wink or look deeply into my eyes for a moment before returning to focusing on the task at… hand. I asked her if she was a cumslut or a cum dumpster and that only made her work my dick even harder — and I asked her where she wanted my load. She stopped for a second and told me “in my fuckin’ mouth, I don’t want a mess” and went back to it. Sure enough, about six minutes since she started, I told her I was going to come and she ramped up the intensity to an even higher level until I blew my load right down her throat, her lips sucking hard as she could and swallowed all of it. She took about 30 seconds more to keep sucking and licking after, which felt amazing, and she slurped up every bit she could, then licked her fingers and kissed my dick goodnight.
I was a bit dazed by what had just happened, but she got up, grabbed a tissue to clean her face up a bit and reapplied her lipstick. Then she kissed me on the cheek, whispered a “you’re welcome” in my ear, and led me back out into the club after I put myself together. The other bottle girls saw us come out together and were giggling and Amanda raised her hands in triumph, and they clapped and laughed. I was a bit confused but gave a sort of “thank you, thank you” wave and went back to the booth to hang out with the other DJ (and drink that Jamo). Sure enough, a few minutes later the lights came on. I went and found the manager to get my check for the night, he thanked me for a job well done and that if I was ever back in town I could play there again. On my way out, I found Amanda and asked her what the fuck just happened — she told me she just loved to suck cock and that I was cute, that’s all, then asked if she could still meet that rapper the next night, and I told her sure. I let him know the story when I saw him the next day before I introduced the two, but I never confirmed whether or not we’re blowjob brothers.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i4jdcc/i_got_a_blowjob_from_a_bottle_service_girl_in_the
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