Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach Dj Music Man Novels & Stories

I said, “did a piece of glass hit my brain, or did you just take an order from the man who kidnapped me?” Diego didn’t get the chance to answer. One of the men in black appeared from behind the DJ booth, raising his weapon. Papa’s man behind Diego fired first. The man dropped into the mixing table. The speaker let out a sharp, ugly screech, the electricity flickered, and red-blue lights spun wildly over our heads. The club turned into an aquarium full of blood and neon. Zach moved again. Fast.

After they hurt people, there was no way to escape, so they all hid in the crowd and pretended to watch the fun. "You really are quite brave, daring to cause trouble in Manfred’s territory." Manfred walked to Samuel’s side with a lingering fear. If Samuel’s eyes had not been sharp enough to allow this person to succeed, the disturbance created tonight would not have been settled so easily. "What kind of man are you to launch a sneak attack behind my back? If you have the ability, come and have a fair fight with me," the man said unwillingly. By this time, the DJ had already turned off the music. After all, Manfred had personally stepped in. He was definitely going to solve the problem in fro

Everyone started to scream and run toward the dance stage. Freckles grabbed my hand again. “Come on! Let’s go shake something!” I followed her. The crowd moved in waves. The DJ screamed into the mic, “Let me see y’all dance tonight!” People jumped, grinded against each other and spun in circles. I let the music take over my body. I moved my hips. I threw my arms in the air and lost myself in the song. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing in the first place. Freckles danced in front of me, hair bouncing and laughing.

The biggest pornstar was about to make an entry, and it won't be less than a banger! Crazy people break their beer jars on the table tops while the others rumble their fists over whatever surface was available. Whistles of all high and low intensity began clouding the air. The tension of the room suddenly shifts when the DJ changes tunes... a chord played for hyped sexy music. (SONG: PONY by GINUWINE) Loud music starts when the silence of the floor deafens everyone. In the middle of the pole accentuated dance floor, a singular woman in black sexiness emerges.

Opposite was a long bar that curved around the room in an L-shape and reminded me of Coyote Willy. My breath quickened. This was just like Saturday Night Fever, only better, because this time I wasn’t the one drooling at a movie poster of John Travolta. Such a thing was impossible when I had Griff. “A Fifth of Beethoven” faded, and the DJ played Leo Sayer’s “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing,” which made us both groan. Griff steered me toward the bar. “Drink?” “I’m going to need it to get through that falsetto.”

I brushed the stranger's hand off me and kept walking. I arrived at the DJ stand after staggering twice on those awful stairs leading up here. "Bloody hell," the music was so loud in this area it felt like drowning in euphoria. The DJ spotted me, and waved the security off as he left his stand to hold my hand. “Heeey baby,” he smiled down at me, and as I stared up at him, I was again reminded why I had made a great effort to change my appearance.

She showed me the picture with the address and I saw red everywhere until I reached that club. Loud music irritates my ears.I looked around for Olivia while the youth danced, until I noticed her standing near to the DJ. He put his arm around her shoulders as she danced and giggled, and he spoke right in front of her. He was staring at my wife as if he were going to kiss her, and I didn't appreciate it. I started to head for the DJ, but a person interrupted me, ranting that I was not permitted to approach that desk. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his forehead, the man gulped and stepped away.I was terrified when the DJ leaned closer to her face, he was about to kiss her that's why I s

The full staff and security are all getting ready, and we have a DJ arriving at seven with some strippers for the main stage to keep the party entertaining. I wander over and sit at the end of the closest part of the couch and cross my legs, swinging one high stiletto in mid-air. I catch Alexi's usual sweep of my legs, something he does so frequently I no longer notice it as much and Gino eyes up his brother instead. An eyebrow rises as he does so. I innocently take a long sip of my drink and pretend not to see the questioning glances. I’m guessing Gino is amused that his brother can openly eye rape me yet refuses to sleep with me.

My barmen are very good at recognising everyone who's had a drink and stamps the back of their hand after one drink, so the security at the main doors can keep an eye on people who are under the influence. I make my rounds as other employees set up the stage for the show and sort the couches and tables for the members tonight. I'm tempted to bolt them to the floor as they always get moved out of place during the show when doms are getting blowjobs or even fucking their subs on the couches. I go up to the DJ stand and talk with Xavier, the DJ. "Are you ready for tonight?" I ask him and he rolls his eyes. He's the only sub I've ever let roll his eyes at me because I know I need him to play mus

"I didn't talk to you.” Bruce watched my back, where Tyler should be, but now he was marching to the DJ's table. As soon as he reached the place and turned off the music, pulling wires and producing a high-pitched hum in everyone's ear, the lights turned on and the doors were opened for good. My security guards came in, grumaging to expel customers. At first, some thought it was a joke. On the days when the nightclub worked as a nightclub for ordinary people, the drink was released, so many were drunk. Those who were laughing were personally escorted out. The others tripped, thinking it was a fire.