The lights were bright. The music was loud. The crowd was jumping. This was his house. He ruled the airwaves every Saturday night. This was his night, his time and his music.
He belonged here, and the crowd knew it. What he played, he played for them, but mostly for himself.
He was Rico, the hottest disc jockey the club had ever hired. And they were glad they did. He rode the wave of excitement he generated as he played his selections.
The crowd always lined up early at Suburbanās. They wanted the chance to see him in action, to listen to his original mixes and his sultry voice, and to dance until their legs turned to jelly.
This dark haired, blue eyed stood no more than six feet tall and was of a small build. He had a well-defined body, with average chest and arms. He moved fluidly as he spun the tunes for the throng of people requesting their favorites.
He loved his job, and he loved playing his music. He received the adoration and respect from the patrons, but most certainly, he loved the women who wanted to take him home with them.
He would gracefully turned them down, not wishing to mix business and pleasure, although his business was his pleasure. And he brought that to the job every night he was there. This night was going to be entirely differentā¦
The crowd was wound up pretty high and the night was about at an end. He played a couple more brain numbing songs before announcing the last one. The crowd booed him as he anticipated. The couples grouped together, each of them pressed tightly against each other. The remaining people dispersed among friends. Several ladies approached Rico, wishing one more chance at a dance with him, but again he refused the advances.
The night was over, and his head reeled from the excitement wearing off. He loaded up his car with his equipment, smoking slowly on a Craven menthol when he was approached again by another of one of his many groupies.
āHow was your night gorgeous?ā she asked.
She was a beautiful woman, blonde and legs that disaeppered under the tiniest skirt he had ever seen. Her hazel eyes met his and he gently coughed.
āIt was as exciting as always. How about you?ā he asked casually, turning to face her.
She sauntered over to him, her breasts swaying under her silk top. She moved close to him, leaning her arm on the trunk of his car.
āIt was great. You sure know how to play your music. Any chance of maybe getting some coffee?ā
āSorry sweety, Iāve got to get this stuff home, and I got myself a busy day tomorrow. Next week maybeā¦ā he brushed her off.
She looked at him, glancing at him up and down. She smiled, kissed him gently on the cheek and walked away. He watched as she moved further and further away until she disappeared around the corner.
He shook his head, knowing full well that he was stupid for turning such a gorgeous woman away, but he couldnāt afford to ruin the game he played at the club. He had to remain single, the only way he could keep the women coming to the club. This was his hook, and the owners knew it too.
He climbed into the car and turned the engine over. It roared to life and he made his way out of the parking lot. He took the main street, but soon deviated onto the back roads, avoiding the drunks and the roadblocks. He drove this route often, so he knew where to avoid.
Maybe it was his inattention, maybe it was the darkness, but he somehow misses his turn and found himself down a street that looked totally unfamiliar to him. There were no lights along the street, and no vehicles seemed to travel along here either.