Kelly Visits The DJ

Dan sipped his drink while double checking the playlist and adjusting a few knobs on the sound board making sure everything kept rolling smoothly. Watching the dance floor, it was apparent that everyone was enjoying the current song.

Dan smirked to himself, he must have been doing well as there had yet to be a single request. As he glanced about the flashing lights of the room he couldn't help but notice the photographer still at work, it was odd to see the wedding photographer meandering this part of the reception like some sort of night club photographer.

Watching the photographer for a moment he couldn't help but notice something drawing her attention.

Looking along the line of her interest he wondered just what caught her… Dan no longer wondered as he saw the red dress, even in the flashing colours of the darkened room the body it clung to oozed perfection and sexuality. Its style and cut stood apart from the rest of the weddings attire, alongside her hair and makeup, not that Dan minded as she stepped up to his table. Dan wondered just how her breasts were staying barely covered, alongside her ass as he recovered from gawking to notice a sultry and confidently knowing stare.

“I'd like to make a request.” Kelly toyingly uttered with a seductive smile, knowing full well she hadn't uttered her words loud enough to be clearly heard over the music.

“ WHAT?!” Dan replied leaning towards the black and white short mohawked woman fighting the urge to stare down between her perfect cleavage, or adjust the awkwardly bent hard on in his pants.

Dan just barely made out the word request over the music, quickly sliding a song request skip with a pen to his visitor. Turning to his sound panel he adjusted the balance of the neatest speaker down.

Turning back he quickly grabbed the filled out slip and habitually turned to his computer to queue it up. As he looked at the sheet Dan found himself torn and professionally flustered. Turning to look at the arousing woman he watched as she stepped around his bench and lay a hand on the sound board gazing across Dan's setup before uttering the one word she had written.

“You.” Dan felt his mind practically climax as the word carried clear as day over all the music to land delicately upon his ears. “Well, if you can prove you're a half decent DJ that is.” Kelly added with a confident smirk.

Dan shook his head, wondering how sincere this flirting was. “DJ'ing isn't as easy as you might think. Its not just compiling playlists of requests. You have to balance the high energy with slower dancing songs, even the flow of the sounds between songs, and most importantly keep your eyes on the dance floor, keep it energized and moving. A good DJ can read the body language and invigorate a crowd with energy or emotion. “ Dan was trying to remember the last time he elevated his DJ work like this. It wasn’t all lies, but it more applied to dance clubs than wedding receptions.

As Dan looked out on the dance floor as Kelly pressed herself against his back, her arms reach past him onto his computer. “Well mister DJ. Why don't you show me how you can invigorate the dance floor. Make them feel sexy.” Kelly whispered into Dan's ear, one of her hands dropping from the keyboard to feel along the inside of Dan's leg.

Dan considered the challenge, he wanted to impress this alluring woman but was at a loss as to what song to play next to fulfill the challenge.