“Hey Mr. DJ Move Me Like You Do”
Friday is finally here and I am so excited I can’t stand it. I have been giving Tom the stink eye all week and he is very lucky that looks can’t kill! He has been kissing up to me apologizing about John and says that is just the way he is. I ask him to explain this. Tom looks at me and laughs. “You have no idea do you? John is very jealous and apparently he thought the waiter was looking a little too closely at you when you were at dinner the other night.”
I give him this confused look. “What are you talking about? The waiter was not sizing me up like a piece of steak. He was just being nice.” Tom shakes his head. “Annie you have no idea when someone is flirting with you do you?” I sit there and think for a minute about that night. The waiter was cute and he was pretty friendly with me. He kept coming by the table smiling at me and my water glass was never empty. Oh holy hell really? “So you are telling me that because the waiter was flirting with me that gave John the right to punch him in the face?!”
I don’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted. I sigh and look at Tom. “You are officially not allowed to set me up EVER again.” He looks relieved at this. “Deal!” He gives me a hug and quickly escapes to Sara’s room to avoid any further evil looks from me. I am at a loss for words. John was jealous of the waiter. I think I need to stay away from dating for a while it may be dangerous to my health or those who give me a lingering smile.
I am packed and ready to go when Sara gets home. She of course has to say goodbye to her boyfriend. After what I am sure is the quickest quickie on record for Sara and Tom we are off to South Florida. The condo is on the beach and we sit on the balcony and watch as the sun sinks behind some clouds and the sky turn a thousand shades of pink and orange. We find VIP passes waiting for us from her aunt. This is going to be a good night. Sara holds up the passes and says, “VIP passes and free drinks all night! Good thing we can walk to the club from here. Annie, are you ready to dance your ass off?!” I answer by turning up the radio and busting out some silly dance moves. I can feel the music already pulsing through my body and I need to be in the club now. We mix up some drinks and eat some pizza while we are getting ready.
The taxi drops us off outside the club and I can hear the music from the sidewalk. We approach the velvet rope and show the bouncer our VIP passes and he lets us through. I look back and see that the line is around the corner of the club. Sara looks at me and smiles. She is the type of girl you really want to hate because she is so beautiful but you just can’t since she has the most amazing personality to go with her appearance.
She is 5’7” in flats so she towers over me in heels. Her strawberry blonde hair is bone straight and super shiny and she has blue-green eyes and a super watt smile to complete the picture. Tonight she has her hair pulled back in a high pony tail and is wearing dark jeans and a white sleeveless top that shows off her tanned skin. Her look is complete with bright pink cowboy boots. This is why I love her she can make a paper bag look good and is sweet as pie. I am also wearing jeans and a light pink top cut high in the front and low in the back and black stiletto heels. Sara has talked me into wearing my curly hair down because according to her men think that is sexy.
As soon as we step into the dark club I feel at home. The music is pushing through the speakers and into my skin. It is moving me, pulling me toward the dance floor. I look around the bar and take in the scene. It has a beach vibe to it decorated with nets, sharks, and divers hanging from the ceiling and brightly painted walls. The male bartenders are dressed only in board shorts and all have twelve packs. The female bartenders not to be outdone are dressed in boy shorts and bikini tops that leave little to the imagination but they look good doing it. The point is to get people in here with the music and hot wait staff and I must say they have done well.
The club is packed already and it is only 11 pm. The dance floor is overflowing with people moving to the music the DJ is putting out there. He changes the beat pushing the crowd to move faster and scream with pleasure. I find that I am strangely attracted to this display. He has the power and the people have no idea. He is like a puppet master with his tunes bringing them up to the top and driving them to want to sing, shout and dance while he pulls the strings so that they perform for him.
I want to be a part of that. I want to be controlled by the music. I grab Sara and we move out onto the floor just as the DJ switches the beat again. It is a popular club song with another track pushing through the back beat. We are dancing and laughing and I feel so free right now. I close my eyes and move to the music. No one else matters right this second, the music has carried me to a new level, its fingers move across my spine and over my shoulders and down my legs. I am possessed by the music. I raise my arms and jump along with everyone else to the pulsating sound that has taken over the whole crowd.
I open my eyes and see one of the bouncers flashing Sara and I with a spot light. He motions for us to come to the stage. I grab her by the hand and we move toward the DJ booth. He leans down and grabs my hand and pulls me up on the stage and then pulls Sara up as well. He leans close to my ear and whispers/shouts, “DJ Ray Rock wants you two up here dancing. The stage is yours tonight ladies show the club how to do it.”
I turn and look at DJ Ray Rock. He is smiling and moving to the beat. He has oversized headphones on so he can get his next track ready. His dark blue shirt is stuck to his body and I can see that he is well built. His dark hair is cut short on the sides and is spiky and longer on the top. I can feel his power from where I stand. He knows he holds the key to how the people will feel. He can make them happy, sad, sexy, hot, and begging for more. He looks up and sees me looking at him. He gives me a cryptic smile and goes back to his music. Suddenly I am feeling the music in other areas of my body. What is this and why do I like it so much?
The night goes by with lots of dancing and Sara and I never leave the stage. From our viewpoint I can see how his music has worked the crowd into a frenzy including me. He has brought us all up and down almost like foreplay he teases with his beats prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible going hard and soft so as not to wear us out. The last song is on and Sara and I decide we need to get some food. We wave to the DJ and walk toward the exit. We are hot and sweaty and slightly drunk but feeling so good. The bouncer from earlier comes up to us when we are almost to the exit. “Ladies, there is a great diner just down the street from here that Ray suggests you try.”
I look back at the DJ booth and Ray is looking at me and has that same cryptic smile. “Is he going to be there?” I ask hoping that he will. The bouncer looks at me. “What do you think?” Outside the cool wind hits us and we can see the diner is across the street so we walk over. We are seated in a booth drinking some coffee when Sara gets a big grin on her face. I turn to see what she is looking at and there he is. She waves to him and I don’t know if I should be excited or pissed that she did. Of course I am excited she knows me too well.
Ray stands at our booth and motions for me to move over. I slide over as he slides in. The electricity is immediate. “So how did you girls like the show tonight?” His voice has a slight rasp to it which is sexy as hell. “I have not moved like that is a very long time. My body was very receptive to you. I mean your music. You are damn good at what you do Ray.” That cryptic smile again. “All I know is that I’m passionate about what I do and what makes me great at it is that I love the sound of music more than the sound of my mixes. I know that’s pretty deep at 5 am.” He laughs and even that is sexy. I think his music has hypnotized me.
Sara decides to excuse herself so she can call Tom. Ray and I make small talk while she is gone. I find out that he is Taiwanese and Sicilian not Hawaiian like I thought though I got the Italian part right. He is 45 and has been spinning for the last 30 years. I find that the electricity is growing between us. “Annie, have you ever seen the sun come up in South Florida?” I shake my head because for some reason I have lost the ability to speak. He grabs my hand and we walk outside where I see Sara has already called a taxi.
“Ray why don’t you come back to our place? We have a great view of the beach and you and Annie can continue your conversation without having someone wanting a tip.” Inside I am doing cartwheels. “What do you say Ray? You in?” He opens the door and we pile into the back of the taxi and drive off toward the condo as the first signs of sun light start to streak across the sky.
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