It's Saturday night and I am getting ready to DJ another one of those 30 something birthday parties. Don't get me wrong I thoroughly enjoy spinning music and interacting with people. I just am getting tired of the yuppie crowd who seem to want to hire me lately.
I show up a half hour before the party starts like I always do and start dragging in the speakers, CD suitcase, amplifier, music, and the various lights I brought along for the evenings festivities. Between the warm spring air temperature and the flight of stairs I have to carry everything up I start to get a slight glow of sweat on my face. As I am running the wires underneath the table to the speakers I see a pair of black heels standing by my table. I cannot help myself and I gaze from the heels up the legs of this person standing before me. As I do I accidentally begin to look up the skirt of this voluptuous red head standing before me. Her gaze catches mine and I blush with guilty embarrassment. I stand up and introduce myself to her. She tells me her name is Ann and she is the woman that hired me for her sister's birthday party. She looks around at the equipment and says she likes what she sees. She asks if the speakers can handle a lot of bass and how deep can the bass get. I reassure her that the speakers can handle anything she wants. In fact I guarantee the bass will be driving hard and deep. I also tell her I am glad she likes what she sees. She smiles in approval and I thought I saw something lustful in her smile. Her green eyes begin to sparkle. Oh what a beautiful sight.
Everyone begins showing up just as I am testing the sound system. Everything sounds great as always. The crowd is pretty much what I expected to see. Mostly 30 something professional types, dressed in their khaki's and sweaters. Gonna be a long night of 80's rock, 70's disco, and a little Ton Loc I am sure. I must say I don't know if it's the fact that I haven't been intimate with a woman for a few months or what but some of these ladies are looking smokin' hot.
I put on addicted to love by Robert Palmer and introduce myself and tell everyone that if there is anything they want to hear or anything I can do for them feel free to come up and talk to me. The first hour goes by pretty uneventful except for a few requests for Bee Gee's style disco and a little classic rock, not to mention me watching these lovely ladies dancing and grinding on their boyfriends and husbands. I can't stop from thinking that I could give any of these ladies a ride they wouldn't soon forget. For some reason I find I cannot take my eyes off that of that set of legs I was caught looking up at earlier. Ann is just moving so sexily and I am getting so turned on. Usually I walk around and mingle with the crowd but I fear that may be a bit embarrassing for me right now in my condition. So I continue to watch and admire.