A Groupie's Diary

Encounter #8

Yolanda had just gotten out of the shower when her phone rang.

“Hello,” she greeted.

“Hey, are you the girl that was in the VIP with Quick’s entourage a couple of week’s ago?” the voice asked.

“…Yes, why?” she asked with uncertainty.

He gave her an address and told her to meet him there in half an hour. He promised to pay her well. She blinked, recognizing the voice. It couldn’t be! She quickly rushed to her closet and put on a short tube-top dress before driving to the said address.

It was a studio! As she walked across the tile floors for the lush inside, her heels clicked against them. Some guy in baggy name-brand clothing guided her up an elevator to a lush brown-carpeted studio where a lone figure was sitting in a swivel chair. Her eyes lit up.

“DJ Quick?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he said, “I heard you gave my entourage a little run for they money. I wanted to see if the rumors were true.”

Yolanda realized that she finally got to meet the celebrity she wanted and nodded. Quick got up and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. His kisses descended onto her neck and she could feel him slinking his hand up her dress. She moaned and grabbed his shoulders as he began to probe her. She moaned loudly and stopped and looked down. He had guided her hands down and put them in his place. She blushed a little. Quick merely smirked and sat back on his chair, unzipping his pants. Yolanda got between his legs and began to blow him. She bobbed up and down on him, chewing on his shaft and licking his tip, sucking his balls and then deep-throating him again. He came in no time flat and she licked up the mess.

Quick picked her up and sat her in his chair, pulling down her top to fondle her breasts. He took one in his mouth and licked around the piercing on each breast and gently nibbled on them . Wh. When he had had his fill, he pulled her over to the control board and bent her over. He reached up her dress and pulled down her panties. He dropped his pants quickly and began to bang her from behind. She tried to reach for something to grab onto.

“Don’t touch the controls,” he grunted before banging into her again.

She settled for grabbing the edge of the controls and moaning loudly as he banged her from behind. They both soon came, but Quick wasn’t done yet. He pulled her dress completely off of her and propped her up against the wall so that he could take her from the front. She dug her nails into his skin and screamed his name all the while he fucked her. They eventually came and he left her with his number and $800 before telling her that she had to leave so that he could compose some more music.