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This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would like to provide constructive feedback, please send an e-mail to my profile.
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Club Fucker 2 - Josephine Skriver
Codes : Cons, MF, Oral, Drugs
Thunder rumbled around Milan as the Lombardi city was struck by another storm. Milan Fashion Week had been a wash out and the shows that Josephine had been booked in had been cancelled. She knew it was a risk doing only outdoor shows but they had sold her with their spectacular plans. Spending one of the biggest weeks on fashion calendar on the side-lines was going to hit her income hard, luckily she had a Victoria Secrets show the next day to give her some exposure.
Although the rain was pelting down, Josephine needed a night out to drown her sorrows. The disastrous week had been paired with her break up the month before; she had been dating a French rugby player but had caught him cheating. She had been too busy to have a man since and knew that tonight she would find one.
The taxi pulled up outside of 'Il Pappagallo Grigio', one of the newest clubs to open in the Northern city. She had heard a few of the local girls rave about it and, although she was on her own, she intended on checking it out and having fun. The driver held an umbrella above her head and walked her to the entrance to ensure she didn't get soaked. As they reached the entrance, Josephine leant over and kissed the older man on the cheek, she knew he would remember it and be to her advantage if she needed a taxi later on.
Entering the club, Josephine looked around at the mass of people. It may have been new but word must have got around as it was already at capacity. The time was only 11.30 so it would be open for a few more hours and the people queuing outside would have a wait. She was greeted by two bouncers who escorted her through the club to the VIP area.
"Miss Skriver, benvenuto! Welcome to our little club. Will you be joining your fellow models?"
The VIP host pointed over to where some of the models were sat. She noticed Kendal, Gigi and Joan were sat down with a bunch of other people; most likely friends, staff and hangers on. Outwardly she smiled and nodded her head but inside she sighed. Josephine found most of the other models to be rather vacuous and egomaniacal; not the type of people she'd spend her time with.
Three hours had passed and Josephine had not seen anyone who interested her. She preferred the rough grungy type but the club was full of over-muscled posers, she'd rejected a couple of men to the surprise of Gigi and Joan. Instead she spent her time drinking prosecco and snorting the freely available cocaine. Josephine was leaning down and snorting along the next line when the music changed. Unsure if it was the powders effects or hearing the familiar scratch, Josephine popped upright and looked around the club disorientated. She put down the rolled up note and looked to the person next to her.
"Who is this?" Josephine asked pointing upward.
"Who is what?"
"The music! Who is the deejay?"
The person looked down to a sheet of paper in front of them. Their finger followed the words along to the time schedule.
"DJ Crisco."
A smile came across Josephine's face. Jacques, DJ Crisco to everyone else, was a friend of her ex-boyfriend but had always been kind to her. During bad times in the relationship, Josephine had always thought about getting her revenge by sleeping with him but she had always backed down. She had fantasised about it but just couldn't bring herself to be that person. However nothing was stopping her now.
Josephine stood up and walked to the edge of the VIP area, tapping on the shoulder of the bouncer. He slowly turned around and looked up at the tall brunette.
"Yes ma'am?"
"How do I get to the deejay booth? He's a friend."
"I can walk you there." the bouncer replied.
He nodded his head to call his colleague over to take his place and undid the velvet rope that cut off the area. Josephine followed him as he drove through the crowd towards DJ Crisco. Josephine walked around the back of the booth and entered the concealed area.
"I'll wait for you here." he shouted to her as he turned to look out to the crowd.
The latest song had just started to die down and she watched him prepare for the next song. Thinking on her feet, Josephine reached up under her dress and grabbed the sides of her panties, a lace pair of half cut French knickers. She pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them without taking her eyes off Crisco. He still hadn't turned around to see her, which was understandable due to the headphones he wore.
As the next song started, he moved to the other turntable to prepare the next song and Josephine spotted her chance. As his hands went to the vinyl disc, she launched her panties over and they landed directly in the middle of the disc. DJ Crisco span around on heels and a look of joy came over his face as he saw Josephine standing on the spot.
"Jojo, it's so good to see you!"
Crisco walked over and walked her into a big hug. He wasn't the biggest guy in the world but was of equal height to her. He also didn't have the most muscular of figures, which DJ did?, but he was rumoured to have one very big part and Josephine wanted to find out if it was true.
"It's good to see you too Jacques. As soon as I heard the scratching I knew it was you. You know its fashion week right?"
"Of course I do!" DJ Crisco replied. "Wherever beautiful ladies go, I go! And I appear to have hit the jackpot with you here."
"You are always so nice! Let me help!"
Josephine ran forward to the turntable and stood in between it and DJ Crisco. She grabbed the vinyl disc and moved it to the packaging. Looking around for the next one, she took a disc out of DJ Crisco's hands and put it on. She knew what to do next but wanted Crisco to stand closer to her.
"You're the Deejay Ja... Crisco. You have to help me!"
Josephine grabbed his hands and pulled him towards her; she felt his crotch bump into her arse and already felt excited. As his face appeared next to her, his hands started to set up the disc and she allowed her hands to drift over them. She smiled about standing this close to him and started to grind her arse into him.
Initially he didn't respond to her advances, probably conflicted about his friend, so Josephine increased the pace of the grinding.
"Come on Crisco, dance with me."
"I'm not sure Josephine, you're my frie..."
Josephine turned around and put her finger to his mouth.
"No, he is Jacques' friend and he treated me like shit! You are DJ Crisco, acclaimed deejay and playboy, and these are yours to take home. "
Josephine grabbed the panties and forced them into the pocket of his jeans. Her hand idly brushed his penis and she could feel it was starting to get hard. She could hear the song was about to end so turned around again and started the next one to play.
"Josephine.."
She turned around hearing Crisco say her name and was shocked to see him standing there topless.
"That disc is a medley; 15 minutes long. Are you sure you want this?" he asked her.
