Some bitchin' music

You are already on the second floor so you just follow Iris to the DJ - stage. You cringe as you remember ogling at her earlier - that seems so long ago for some reason. The stage is nothing big, just three smart folding half-foot high high platforms giving the illusion. Iris has a table with a black tablecloth over it and her setup neatly ready to be used. There's the crazy-looking DJ -controlpad with so many buttons and switches that you can't believe she would need all that to blast music. She has a laptop and a bunch of wires going around the floor.

"Hey, I need help over here." Iris addresses you and you snap out of it. She's trying to pull a wire off of an older looking speaker, but it seems to be stuck. "Just hold the thing in place as I pull, ok?" She asks and you are happy to help. You hold it tightly and use your superior weight as an anchor to make it easier for Iris to try to pull the wire.

It seems to really be stuck there and she is wincing as she pulls hard. She moans frustrated and gets back to it as you feel like something must be wrong, you look down at the connection and see a connection lock. "Hey! I think it's locked in." You say and reach down as Iris grunts and says frustrated: "What lock? It's just stuck's aaaa!" She flies back and stumbles and hits the stage pretty hard. You just pressed the black button with the obvious 'eject' -button and it came right off.

"Fuck... Fuck me..." She curses and holds the back of her head. You hate to see people like this and rush in to check on her, but she gets up quickly and wobbles a bit before looking at you with a pout: "That fucking hurt, y-you dumbass... Uh, whatever..." She goes to the wire and connects it to a larger speaker and checks the connection and it works just like you did it. "Sorry... I thought you would stop pulling..." You say and feel stupid like you often do.

She looks at you and then back at the wire and then at the old speaker. "Help me carry this out." She has you carry it while she stabilizes it from the top. You are no supergirl so it really gets on your arms and as you finally get it in the tv-room you sit down and pant.

She puts her hands in her jacket's pockets and looks around like there would be someone looking. She clears her throat and steps to the side so she's completely in front of you: "Sorry March, I tend to get a bit serious as I work. If you want to hug or whatever you do, then do it now. It's just that I don't want people watching as we do it, ok?" You feel suddenly quite warm inside - her reaction did sound a bit distant at first, but now you totally get it.

You get up and like so many times before, hug someone who got a little hurt. You do not actually get nervous from hugging as it's always none-sexual to you and that's why you like it. She on the other hand starts getting shaky after a few seconds and whines something. You know when to let go and she just takes her fan and goes to town on her face. "Hey, why do you have that anyways? It's not like I could see you blushing or anything." you comment which makes her eyes go wide and her hand stop.

"What? D-don't think I'm doing this because I'm getting a blush, c-cause I am not. I'm just drying the paint, ok?" You are pretty sure that paint doesn't work like that, but let it go. You go back in the main party room and she sets up the actual music and it really does look like all those buttons are needed. She takes her big headphones and tests some songs out. She smiles and rocks her head a little as she makes little rhythmic stomps with her foot.

You realize that you are totally staring again and look away. She does that and looks weirdly happy by just listening to her music and you can't help but peek at her from time to time. She makes you feel very weirdly happy - although she looks malnourished and the skull paint job is kind of really creepy compared to others here, you still love to see her excited.

After a minute she puts the headphones down and looks at you with her melancholic face and makes a word with her lips you recognize as "let's go". You smile back at and she switches her gaze in quite the adorable fashion and takes her fan out again. She presses a few buttons and a very bass-heavy beat starts to rise making you get goosebumps. There's some people already in the dance room, but more start to pile in as the music starts to get really freaking good.

You are no big listener of music but you recognize good music when you hear some. She seems to have fun just doing DJ -stuff behind the stage. Far more than last time, and you realize that you can't stay off of her anymore, not for the whole next event. The music is so fucking sick that people are already dancing hard, you get a very good vibe from everything and sneak to Iris, who doesn't seem to even notice you. White and red and blue party lights make the room quite colorful and there's even a smoke machine on for special effect.

You feel bad for wanting to chat with her as she's enjoying it so much. You just stay back and stand just next to one of the huge speakers, which vibrates with all the bass it's putting out. You feel light-headed and look at the skeleton girl to totally go to town with the music and she even dances a little herself. Your eyes trail down her leather jacket and land on her small, but perky butt. It's even less generally ideal than your own, but you can't help but get hard as it jumps along with her on the stage.

You lean on the speaker and start feeling dirty. She has so much fun and the music never stops - people are drinking and having the fun of their lives, all thanks to the skeleton girl. You feel like you are in love, she motions to the people dancing and gets screams and happy noises which makes her jump even more. You turn around so your rock hard cock is directly touching the vibrating speaker and it feels so good.

Iris moans and takes her hands off the control and pushes them down - is she... no way... The music continues as sick as ever and you pant as the speaker is going to make you cum any minute now. She is standing up, but she still sticks her hand inside her pants and waves the other hand around. You are so ready to cum for her thin legs and small butt.

She suddenly holds her middle section and goes a lot harder. You are so close to cumming too. Her little legs buckle and you cum lots in your panties and hug the speaker as you drop down and lay there on the stage stupidly and so stimulated. She takes her hand out of her pants and continues the race. You love her, there's no denying that. The way she moves, the way she speaks, the way she tries her best to make herself and people around her happy. You smile and slowly crawl away before she has a chance to see you.

Dedicatated to lovely Conan The Librarian