[MF] Another DJ Story

My comp crashed killing my old reddit account so here’s another story from my wild DJ days

I’d been spinning for about a year in my club and really had my groove down. It was an eclectic mixture of country, top 40, techno, and oldies, but I made it work and we had become the go to club for all the popular kids at the local college. In fact I had gotten pretty close to the football team and they always partied there on the weekends.
Now it wasn’t unusual for a girl or two to be in the booth with me but between running two turntables, two cd players, and a mixing board, plus the booth monitor blasting at full volume not a lot of flirting was going on and a girl would generally have to pretty much scream ‘hey take me home and fuck me when you get off’ for me to get a clue. But I did like having girls up there especially since they made dame good drink mules when I wanted one. I didn’t pay for my drinks so I pretty much assumed they hung out up there for free booze most of the time. I didn’t care. Keeping my club rocking was my love and my focus.
One fine Saturday night a girl comes up in my booth and requests a certain song. It fit in my format so I tossed it in real quick and she went and danced with the friends she had come with. Cool. But what surprised me is she came back to the booth. I mentally rolled my eyes because it wasn’t uncommon if I played a request quick someone instantly thought I was a jukebox and not a dj. Oh fucking well. But she just said ‘thanks, do you mind if I hang out up here for a while? I hate crowds’. ‘No problem I do too. You want to go get us a drink first though?’ ‘Sure’. So I told her what I wanted and to get her one and a round for her friends.
To be honest I figured that would be it for the night. She might bring me my drink but get bored and go party with her friends.
Now let’s describe this girl. About 5’ 6” roughly 120 lbs. Long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was dressed down in faded jeans and kind of beat up sneakers. High cheekbones and very very little makeup. I realized after why she was dressed down for a night at the club but let’s keep you dear readers in a bit of suspense.
I watched her out of the corner of my eye most of the night. She’d lean over the edge of the booth to shoot the shit with her friends and wound up getting most of my requests for me through the night which I was grateful for because arguing with a drunk who wants you to play a certain song next so he can get laid if I play it (buy the cd at Walmart and get laid for a month asswipe) generally was NOT going to happen. She did a fine job with a smile and a ‘okay I’ll see what he can do for you’ and I didn’t have to argue with drunks. Add in she had an incredible ass and seeing her bent over the side of the booth was amazing.
I had a fine night. The crowd was rocking and the club was packed. The bars were busy and everybody was happy. I don’t remember but I don’t even think there was a fight that night.
1:45 am rolled around and I announced last call. Now I kind of cheated at last call and usually put either a premix or a very long slow song on so I could pack my shit and get the fuck out of there as fast as possible and she was still there in the booth with me.
As soon as I slapped on ‘purple rain’ which runs about 9 minutes she came over to me and said ‘hey I’m hungry. Want to get breakfast?’. I shrugged and thought ‘what the hell I’m hungry too and she’s pretty cute’.
So we go to the all night diner down the road and eat. Now I don’t know how many of you are entertainers but you either come off of your show ‘high’, ‘okay’, or ‘low’. I had a great night where I was hitting all of my mixes, the crowd was banging, and by the end of the night I was covered in sweat. Satisfied and happy with myself so I’m riding this adrenaline rush and eating breakfast with a really cute girl who, the more I looked at her, was pretty fucking hot. I realized that I hadn’t picked up clue #1, 2, 3, or 4, from her and mentally slapped myself.
But my personality so far seemed to be working for me so I kept it at ‘flirty’ but not over aggressive. Breakfast done we walked out to my truck and I asked where she lived so I could take her home. She stopped in her tracks, turned and looked at me, and said ‘why don’t we just go to your place’. Well okay then. ‘Sure’ I said and escorted her to the truck. Being the gentleman I am I did open the door for her and let herself get situated before closing it.
I got in the truck and headed over to the highway back to my apartment. Now my truck, at the time, had a bench seat so she scootched over next to me and started playing with my thigh. ‘Okay’ I think ‘this is going to be a great night’. And a great night it turned out to be.
She slid her hips down towards the passenger door, unzipped my Wranglers, and fished my cock out and immediately devoured it. I mean she sucked my dick like she owed me money and it was all I could do to concentrate on keeping the truck on the road.
After about 10 minutes of her attention I felt the warm sensation gathering in my nuts and told her ‘if you don’t chill I’m going to cum’. She stopped for a second while continuing to jack me with her fist, smiled up at me, and said ‘it’s just a little desert’ with a wry grin and went back down on me.
Sure enough I blew what felt like a gallon down her throat and, to her credit, she didn’t miss a drop.
15 minutes later I pull into the parking space in front of my apartment and in we go. She asked if she could freshen up so I pointed her towards the bathroom while I went to the fridge for a beer. Then I heard her say ‘hey.. can you come here?’ Wondering if she needed a towel or something she smiled and kissed me on the lips and said ‘we both smell like cigarettes. I was thinking a shower would be a good idea’. Hmm smoking chick that just sucked my dick wants to shower? Hey I’m down for that. So I turned it on to warm up the water, got some towels out, stripped down and stepped in. She took her jeans etc off and stepped in and Jesus Christ her body was glorious. Great little c’s with dime sized nipples, flat tummy. Fantastic hips. She was a walking talking fantasy girl.
We showered and did all the standard fondling but, never being a fan of shower sex myself, got done, dried off and I offered her a drink. She theatrically yawned and said ‘I’m kind of tired lets just go to bed’. ‘Well okay’ I thought. Let’s see where this goes.
So we get in bed and she curls up against me and I’m pretty happy now when she goes ‘you’re married aren’t you’. ‘What?’ I say. ‘No guys apartment is this neat and organized.. you have to be married’. ‘Well first of all no I am not, second of all how many guys apartments do you frequent?’. ‘Not many but the ones I’ve been to generally look like frat houses.. you’re just so neat and organized’. I like neat, clean, and organized. Sue me.
I’m laying there naked with a hottie and we’re having THIS conversation my dick said to me because he was raging again.
‘Shut up’ I said and kissed her lightly on the lips. The second kiss was a bit of a tongue tango and the third was full on makeout mode as she ran her fingers up and down my back. She had orally pleased me so I thought it only polite to return the favor so I kissed down her neck to her breasts pausing to suck and tease her nipples as I fingered her outside gently between her legs.
I teased my way up and down her thighs until I plunged face first into her and gave her my best with first on then two fingers inside. Her moans were music to me and it wasn’t too long before I heard the best sounds in the world ‘uh, oh, uh, oh god, don’t stop, AAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH’. And felt her thighs clench around my ears. I stayed down there for a bit gently fingering and licking through some aftershocks then wiped my face on the blanket and headed back up. We started making out again and her hand worked it’s way back down to my cock. She broke the kiss and smiled saying ‘well well look who’s ready for another round’. She pushed me onto my back and mounted. My god she was incredible and we got her through another orgasm or two. Finally mine was building and I warned her. She said ‘I don’t care. Let me feel you in me’ and I exploded another load right up her guts.
We both collapsed and, to be honest, drifted off to sleep me still inside her.
The next morning I woke up and she was still passed out so I went about my morning routine. She woke up a few hours later and came out to find me working at my home setup just testing mixes. She looked great still with mussed up hair and sleepy eyes and I started considering the possibilites. But looking at the clock she said ‘holy shit I’ve got to get going’.
We hustled into clothes and I followed her directions to her home. We pull up and holy shit her dad had to be LOADED. Gated drive and a big assed house. She leaned over, kissed me, said ‘thanks I had a really great time’ and jetted into the house.
I drove home with a big assed goofy grin on my face to practice my mixes some more.
The next weekend I show up for work and one of the bouncers pulled me aside asking ‘dude what happened with that chick the other night?’. Now not being one to talk I said ‘that’s none of your concern thanks’. Then he laid the brick on me ‘That’s (name redacted) who is (position redacted)’. ‘HOLY SHIT’ I thought internally but keeping my cool persona I reacted with ‘well that’s nice. We had a good time’. I did, however, look up her press (keep in mind this was the 80’s before you could google someone) and I’ll be damned it was her.
Sadly I never saw her again because we had some really good sexual chemistry but it’s a story I’ll always cherish.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/onyol1/mf_another_dj_story