Monday, March 01, 2004
i get to work yesterday, a coworker seems to be in a good mood, i ask him out to smoke a joint. i don't normally smoke before work but it has happened before. my theory is why waste a buzz on work. anywho, have i mentioned this coworker is straight? it seems integral to the plot. he's also quite the party boy. more then once i've covered his ass when he's just stumbled into work still high from being up all night and going into the day with his debauchery.
we step out back and he recounts some of the previous nights events to me. e, g and (he says) only a little booger sugar. the joint is just what he needs for work. as we head back in i tell him i've got some new porn, and like a kid to candy he follows me into the dj booth. he's fast forwarding through the porn, which is a pet peeve of mine, at work anyway, the sooner that tape finishes the sooner i have to put another one in. he haps upon a scene, presses play and announces 'this will do'. do for what? he shuts the door and starts unbuckling his belt and says he feels like a blow job. bam. i'm on my knees and kissing his cock in record time.
i'd already had my first dancer of the day on. thank god i'm so anal, i had the set all set up well in advance. as a general rule i have to have it set up. so many different things can happen at work but the music always comes first to me. i mixed two different tracks from my knees. which is why, when asked what i do for a living i can honestly answer 'i'm a proffesional dj'! he answered the phone twice well i was going down on him and i could tell that it excited him just as much as me because he got harder while talking on the phone. if only i could have known it was going to happen in advance, i'd eaten a large meal right before going into work and i find i'm not as good deep throating with food in my belly. still, i made a valiant attempt. we stopped during the third song, after he'd done up his pants there was a knock at the door. had they been there 30 seconds before it could have been inconvinient.
later the dancer who had been on the stage while this was happening came into the booth and commented that i must be on something. 'duncan's in a good mood, he must be on something'. he even went so far as to suggest the coworker got me high, he saw the door closed. coworker tells him 'you don't know, maybe the door was shut because i wanted a blow job'. dancer immediately laughs that off. LOL!
the rest of the shift was a breeze. i was still high on it after work. went out to some bars, looking for a friend. don't find him so i decide to pop into an oscar party that i had been invited to. it's after 11, i figure there nearing the end. i checked out the balcony and saw 2 of the guests, who also saw me and yelled down 'hurry up'. being the good boy that i am, i moved tout suite. when the host answers my call to buzz me in he seems reluctant. i thought to myself i had made a mistake in coming. little did i know. i get in the door, the host tries to pull a chair out of the closet for me, to which i say i'm fine, i'll stand. "hrmph" he says, then looks at my and asks 'why are you here?'. i was stunned, i could only reply 'why am i here?'. he goes to sit down and i do the only thing one can do in that situation. i left. now honestly, i didn't slam the door, it slammed it self shut. bah.
i ended up back at the bar. drinking well more then i should have, announcing to anyone who would listen 'i may be drunk but i'm well behaved'! ha! tipped a couple of dancers on stage but made them work for it. great fun!
9:20 AM
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