LOVE IN THE CLUB

“I LOVE MY JOB!” YOU WORK 3 NIGHTS A WEEK, THE PAY IS GREAT, AND THE PERKS ARE UNLIMITED! CLUB TABOO IS APTLY NAMED BECAUSE WHAT HAPPENS BEHIND THESE DOORS STAYS BEHIND THESE DOORS AND YOU HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF WORKING ON THE BEST NIGHTS OF THE WEEK.

-poetry night, where the inspired verbalists share their innermost thoughts and passions in front of perfect strangers. Friday night is Old School night, for the Grown and Sexy crowd, 25yrs and up, the upscale ballers, and Saturday night is Ladies Night! By far it’s your favorite night of the week for more reasons than one.

The lights and sounds of the club on a Saturday night always have been like a beckoning symbol to me. The allure of “ladies in free before 11pm and drink free all night” draws you in like a moth to a flame. As a woman who loves women, your job as a DJ here only gets better on nights like this because by midnight, you have not only had my fill of drinks, but you’ve also had your choice of women to “keep you company” in the booth while you keep the crowd hype. They flock to you like sheep led to slaughter and there’s always a variety…tall, darkskinned, big breasted, or curvy, long- haired Italian, to the favorite, the short, petite, thick in the ass, brown-skinned with locs diva. By the end of the night you’ve been engulfed in scantily clad honeys and chosen your victim for the after hours studio session at your place.

Tonight was no different but very different in many ways. You spent the usual time letting the short skirts and low cut dresses of the beauties serve as an appetizer to your feast of flesh scheduled to begin when the club closes. The parade of pretty little things continued throughout the night but tonight there wasn’t really a standout treat that made you wet enough to pursue yet and as the night waned you had almost resolved to end the night alone. You were focused on your soundboard when she glided by the booth and were only alerted to her presence by the distinct scent of her perfume, Rapture, one of your favorites. The thick cloud of white from the smoke machines made her presence even more intriguing as you had to wait for it to clear to see her. You were pleased by what you saw! It was like she was channeling Apollonia from Purple Rain! She was light skinned with long, wavy hair, plump round perky breasts only covered by a low cut hot pink halter wraparound dress. It clung to her upper body as if painted on for effect but flowed loose around her thighs as if making sure every turn offered a false chance to peep at the round ass that was sure to be underneath. But most captivating of all was her face; perfect porcelain skin, well-glossed full lips, deep dimples, pearly white teeth, and most of all big brown eyes that slanted when she smiled to acknowledge that she knew you were watching her. As if being summoned by your smile of approval, she made her way back to the booth and stepped up to your perch. Unlike the usual women who made it to your side, she didn’t swoon at your booth setup, nor did she tell you how much she “loved to come hear you spin.” She simply said, “my name is Diana, I want you to remind me why I love hip hop. Play something for me.” Then she stepped down, headed to the dance floor in front of you and danced to the music that streamed out of the speakers overhead as if dancing to tantalize you. You played a mega mix that had everything from Rakim, Biz Markie, and Curtis Blow to Jay Z, Kanye, and Eminem and she danced so seductively that you gained insight to what Michael Jackson was talking about when he wrote “Dirty Diana!” When you were through she walked away as quickly as she came leaving you craving her. Just as you thought she was gone she glanced back and nodded challenging you to follow her as she headed towards the VIP rooms upstairs. What the hell! You were due for a break…You needed to “check the sound quality upstairs” anyway. You put on a track that would cover you for 30 minutes and slipped upstairs to find her. There were 5 VIP rooms upstairs and all were very classy. Each with plush semicircle couches, clothed tables, candle votives, and champagne buckets separated by simple sheers to divide them; All overlooking the dance floor while still allowing for conversations to ensue without being drowned out by the music. It was in the 3rd room that you found her, sitting on the edge of the couch with her long slender legs slightly gapped as if an invitation. You glanced at the rooms on either side of hers to check for occupants as you began to salivate at the thought of tasting her and to your relief they were uninhabited.

You slid the table away from the couch to give yourself enough room to play and moved towards her with full intent in your eyes. She answered your approach by sliding back on the couch and extending one leg towards you, which you grabbed and placed on your shoulder as you knelt in front of your meal. You licked up her inner thigh and slid up to her neck, bypassing your expected route.

You couldn’t skip the bliss of sliding your hands inside the halter of her dress exposing those ripe, round breasts and burying your face in them, licking and sucking her pert, eraser sized, nipples. In response, she threw her other leg on your shoulder to prepare for your impending descent between her legs to which you replied with grasping her thighs and spreading them to welcome you. Her neatly trimmed pussy was calling you, and the glint of moisture on her “other set of lips” begged to be tended.

It was just as you expected, she tasted as sweet as honeysuckle on your lips and as you slid your tongue in deeper, your tongue ring danced with her clit to the beat of the track that was covering for your absence. Diana dug her nails into your shoulders and threw her head back with moans of pleasure as you let your fingers do the walking in her honey pot while your tongue continued to manipulate her clit. She began to gyrate her hips as if dancing as the finger walking evolved to fast paced relay race. She bucked and moaned as your fingers changed angles and moved in and out, faster and harder. You glanced up briefly while she pinched at her firm nipples and then continued to indulge as you lapped at her now well lubricated cavern. You continued to work her out until the sound of your fingers splashing in her well gave way to the sound of her stifled climax and the quivering of her body as the waves of electricity ran through her limbs. As she slid back on the couch you said, “I gotta get back to work.” She chuckled and said, “What happens in Club Taboo, stays in Club Taboo.” You smiled, licked your fingers, and kissed her as you jetted back downstairs to your post while she composed herself for her descent onto the main dance floor.

There was only an hour left before the club closed and you waited to see Diana come downstairs again. You figured she was just like all of your other encounters and would soon join you back in the booth for the last hour before leaving with you for the night to finish what we started. Just a typical Saturday night, but tonight was no different but very different. You never saw her come down the stairs, and as the last drunken patron stumbled towards the door, she wasn’t waiting by the bar for you to pack up. You were really disappointed when you loaded up your truck and she wasn’t lingering in the parking lot. “Damn! She left!? 30 minutes is all I got of that? I’ve never ended a night like this… unfulfilled! She got hers and dipped! I didn’t even get her number.” Weeks and then months went by, night after night you found yourself looking for her until the memory of the night began to fade. You were back to your routine and life was normal. Typical Saturday night, Ladies night, ladies get in free until 11p and drink free all night. But every once in a while, you’ll catch the faint scent of Rapture, see a thick cloud of white smoke, and let your mind wander back to that night. Replaying memories of a simple request in the DJ booth and an encounter that begged to be finished. “I want you to remind me why I love hip hop.” A familiar voice snapped you out of your reminiscence and brought an instant sense of arousal. She whispered, “Play something for me,” her slender, curvaceous frame beckoning you to come closer as she slid you her address and phone number. darluzthedj