When you love music and like talking about it, radio is the way to go. But as a bill-paying career, it leaves a lot to be desired.
I'm not complaining...well, maybe a little. I'm a single mother driving a 17-year-old car and one income from my noon to 3pm gig at a local rock station wasn't cutting it. The drive-time guys make the big money, especially if their ratings are solid, and I would go play with them on the air sometimes just to feed off their fame and get a couple of weekend remotes to pull in a few extra bucks. I could have probably pulled a morning shift with one of the jocks but then I would have had to settle for a co-starring spot in what I detestably call the "Bozos and Bimbos" format, where I'd mostly be used to provide a laugh track for the morning guy's jokes. No thanks. Neither my pocketbook nor my ego could have handled that for long.
When the station started its own mobile music party DJ service, I made sure I was in the rotation. It was fairly easy money β you'd set up the equipment at a mobile location, play a couple hours of dance music, tease and cajole some healthy tips, tear down and go home. I used to tell people I got paid for the set-up and tear-down and the rest of the time I was having fun.
I'd been doing the party thing for about six months, when I got assigned to a private gig in a suite at a hotel out by the airport. As it turned out, the gig was a bachelor party and while the dudes wouldn't be dancing with each other, I was expected to provide the tunes for a group of strippers that had been hired to placate the seven or eight randy young guys who had obviously been drinking since long before I got there.
I probably should have been more nervous. The guys were all about my age β mid 20s β and I was the first woman to arrive. While it's true, I was hired for my voice, the rest of me isn't too bad, if I do say do myself. I'm not very tall, about 5'4" but I've got a great ass and a firm pair of 34Cs that I really like to have guys looking at. I'm a tease, I guess. I went to the party wearing the tightest t-shirt I could find with the station's logo on it. I also wore my tightest jeans and heels. Yeah, I was slutting it up. I had a tip jar to fill, after all.
Well, the guys were a little grabby after drinking all day. What am I saying, they were all over me, pressing up against me, feeling my ass. One guy tried to grab my tits but I caught his hand.
"I'm just the DJ, not the entertainment," I must have said a hundred times.
I could have been offended but the guys were really cute and seemed harmless enough. I got my system set up with a little bit of help from the best man β a broad-chested, blue-eyed gorgeous hunk of man named Tyler β and started playing some tunes for the guys while we waited for the dancers to arrive.
As the evening dragged on, the guys started getting impatient. The girls were late and they were drunk and horny and wanted to see some tits β STAT. I have a bad habit of moving to the music I'm playing and I realized that I was being noticed. I didn't care. I kind of liked it. And some of the cash the guys had ready for the strippers was starting to find its way into my tip jar.
By 10pm, it was becoming obvious that the strippers weren't coming. The guests were just about to mutiny. Tyler was flustered. He borrowed my mic and tried to calm the guys down, then turned and apologized to me.
"Maybe they got a better gig," I offered.
"You'd think a thousand bucks would be enough to get them here on time," he said.
I choked on my drink. "A thousand bucks?" He nodded. "I'm getting $75 for three hours," I told him.
Tyler laughed. "Maybe you're in the wrong business."
The drunks started getting ugly. Nothing I played could placate them. Tyler threw back a shot of tequila. "I'm running out of options," he said. "Want to make a thousand bucks?"
He took ten $100 bills from his pocket and placed them in the palm of my hand.
My jaw dropped but I closed my hand around the cash.
I cued up John Cougar's Hurts So Good and started dancing to the hard rocking beat. The guys hooted and catcalled as I shook my butt and simulated sex by thrusting my hips. I grabbed one guy and pushed him to his knees in front of me and thrust my pelvis at his face. He reached out and grabbed my ass and buried his face in my jeans.
I was getting so fucking turned on. A roomful of guys, all watching and lusting after me. It was a powerful aphrodisiac.
I reached the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it slowly over my head. The guys went nuts. I unsnapped my bra with a quick flip and tossed it into the crowd. My nipples were hard and aching.
I grabbed a tall dark-haired guy with a full beard and pulled his mouth to my breast. He sucked my nipple like a hungry child. I moaned and tossed my head back and felt like a wanton bitch in heat.