Chapter 23: Fucking The Disc Jockey

Zie

I slowly climbed on the stage, the people around who were also busy with what they were doing did not care about what I'm doing. Confusion registers on the disc jockey’s face when he saw me walking towards him, I stare at him in the eyes, hypnotizing him. He swallowed hard as his hands continued to roll around on the large CDs in front of him.

"What do you need? Guest isn't allowed here on stage." The disc jockey's said almost whispering.

Instead of responding I just touched my polo shirt, I bit my lip as I slowly unbuttoned my polo shirt.

His eyebrows rose but he still couldn't take his eyes off what I was doing, the music was a bit different because the focus was no longer on what he was doing, his attention was all over me and to what I'm doing.

I smiled, "fucker, this idiot can easily be seduced," I thought to myself.

When I finally took off my polo, I throw my polo on the table and walked even closer to the disc jockey. His eyes wander around my sweaty body, it was getting hot