The Jungle Bar in the Menzies Hotel was already nearly full when I arrived just after 7.00 pm. The Jungle Bar was renowned as a bar for sailors on leave as there was always an abundance of beautiful young ladies and the sailors were always cashed up. However, occasionally there were no boats in harbour - this was one of those weekends. There were 10 ladies to every male in the bar, and they were looking hot, very hot. It was going to be a great night! I went straight to bar, ordered Jack Daniels, plenty of ice with a dash of coke - my drink of choice.
With drink in hand, I took out the keys, found the door and made my way into the booth. I left the light off, but switched on everything else, checked and double checked everything to ensure that I was ready. I was as ready as I would ever be. I was nervous, it was my first time solo, my stomach churned, my pulse raced, the sweat was pouring off me. I tried to convince myself that it was just the heat of the night, but I was scared! It was late January, 1984. The temperature was still in the low 40s and was not expected to get below 20 overnight as it had been for most nights over the past week.
As the clock got closer to 7.30 my nerves increased, I didn't think I could do it, the first JD was gone and I was well into my second - I never drank while I worked, by the time I started the first record at 7.30, I thought that I was going to throw up but as the sounds rang out through the bar and people started to drift onto the dance floor, I began to calm down - I could do this, it would be easy. As I turned on the light to illuminate the booth, heads turned to check out the new DJ. At the end of the first song, I introduced myself and went straight into the second song.
That's when I saw them for the first time. They had just arrived and taken seats just to the left of the booth. They were, quite simply, stunning. The first girl wore a red tank top with a black mini skirt. She had large round breasts that strained against the top, desperately trying to free themselves. Her mini skirt appeared to be sprayed on - it hugged her hips as if it was a size and half a too small.
She looked good... and she knew it. Her friend had on a pink camisole with a black mini, slightly different from her friend but equally as well fitted. She was more petite and as she walked, I was certain that I could see glimpses of pink knickers. Yes, it was going to be a great night.
I couldn't take my eyes off these two ladies as they danced. They had started to dance with a couple of guys shortly after they arrived.
It was shortly after 9.00pm when they came to the door of the DJ booth.
"Hi, what's your name? You're new aren't you? Where's Steve the usual DJ? I'm Anita and this is Katie."
"I'm Max," I answered. "Steve's working on the Oriana for the next two weeks, so I guess you're stuck with me!" "Could be worse!" Anita replied with cheeky grin.
We swapped more small talk and they gave me a few tips as to the types of songs to play and made a couple of requests. Their first request was for Nutbush City Limits, the second was for the Time Warp. I put on Nutbush several songs later and was mesmerised watching both Katie and Anita move on the dance floor.
Katie's nipples got harder and more erect the more she danced and Anita's body oozed pure sex appeal, by the time I got to put on Time Warp several songs later, I was in lust! When the song got to the chorus, both girls were facing me and thrusting their pussies in my direction. Katie's knickers were pink and Anita's were white, both looked wet, and I was drooling!!
They came up to the booth straight after the dance; Anita looked straight at my cock, clearly visible in my jeans. "You must have really enjoyed that dance," she giggled, turned to walk away. "Could you go to the bar for me?" I asked. "I'll buy a drink for you and Katie if you get one for me." "OK," she replied. I told her what I wanted and she returned shortly with the drinks.
As the evening progressed, both Katie and Anita came to the booth both to talk and request songs, we been had really hitting it off well. They had been dancing with many different guys as the night went on and if any started to get heavy, they gave them the flick. At 11.30pm when I played my last song, they were still on the dance floor but by the time I had packed up my gear they were nowhere to be seen. I was disappointed but I'd had a great night and nothing was going to spoil it.
As I walked out of the bar, Anita was outside having an argument with one of the guys she'd been dancing with earlier. Katie was standing near her, saw me coming and mouth "HELP" as I approached. "There you are," I said, grabbing Anita by the arm as I got close enough. "I'm going! I didn't know where you'd got to and here you are chatting up some guy - You give me the shits!" I turned to Katie and asked if she was coming or staying. She grabbed Anita and dragged her after me.
They both thanked me we got out to the back of the Hotel, all pissing ourselves laughing. We chatted for about 15mins and I asked if they needed a lift home. The heat of the night hit us all as we left the Hotel and they told me that they were living at Bondi and that they would find their own way home. "What sort of 'boyfriend' would I be if I made you find their own way home?" I smirked and after a little persuasion, they agreed to the lift.