Disrespectful Diva (DJ #2)

by Helen J. Barnes

  “Look, I’ve got to go, we are wrapping up for the day. Can I come over so we can talk?”

  “I’m at Dom’s place. We’re just about to eat. How about you come over tonight?”

  “Forget it.” The line goes dead and I’m looking at my handset in astonishment when Dominic comes in and sees the shock on my face. His smile fade and is replaced with concern. He puts the plates on the table. “What’s wrong?”

  “I think Shazza wants to file for divorce,” I mumble. She has never been such a bitch. The fact that she seems to know something I don’t is nagging me, too.

  “Does that mean I can propose now?” Dom smirks and I blink before realising he was joking. He pulls me into his strong arms that surprisingly reassure me more than he realises. “Don’t let her get to you, Tara. She needs to stop being so damn clingy. Besides, I’m not good at sharing, my parents spoilt me as an only child. I want you all to myself.” He grins, moving in for a kiss which soon turns heated and leaves us both gasping for breath as I grip the back of his head and hold him to me.

  I’m soon wrapped up in him and our savage snogging. I’m lost so completely all plaguing thoughts of guilt and betrayal, not to mention our sweet and sour chicken, are lost to my desire. My mind and body are consumed by the irrevocably hot swine tearing my top off of me.

  Chapter 10

  The next two days are a flurry of activity and the whole Xtreem team are busier than ever. Finally, Saturday afternoon, we are ready for the big birthday bash. Wonderlust looks amazing and everyone from the photographers and camera crew to merchandise sellers and UV face painters are here and ready to start work. Everyone is provided with the orange Tyvek bands printed with the Xtreem logo and ‘Access all areas’. Security are already holding back a line of clubbers and the VIP area is slowly filling with the DJ’s playing tonight.

  “We finally pulled it together. Can you believe this is Xtreem’s 21st Birthday?” Pops asks, looking around the club with a nostalgic glaze in his eyes. Val and I trade a smile.

  “I’ll give you this, Pops, you sure know how to birth an illimitable label.” I come to stand beside him and he looks down and gives me a wise old smile, one that crinkles his eyes further and suddenly turns saddened. I know he’s thinking of Shaz and the fact that she hasn’t called all day, or arrived yet. “She’ll turn up,” I whisper reassuringly.

  “I know. I just hope it’s not with antics and fireworks.”

  I try to give him a reassuring hug but I don’t know how much I can reassure him. Shaz is booked to sing with Grotzy in the early evening, Adam two hours later and the final set with me. I just hope she doesn’t make waves or cause drama. The technicians start their final sound and lighting checks. Colin has the posters all over the building for the custom drinks menu and the up and coming DJ’s are all here to start arena two.

  “Shall I call security to open the doors. VIP’s first?” Dom asks and Pops gives him the nod. You can feel the excited apprehension and tension in the air. Once the clubbers start to file in and the show gets started, anything could happen and it’s up to us as a team to make sure this runs smoothly. Bring it on. It’s gonna be a slammin’ night in epic proportions.

  A couple of hours later the place is almost full to capacity and the queue outside still wraps around the building. The club is jumping with the tunes being blasted out so loud and hard you can feel it reverberate in your bones. The atmosphere is one of celebration, a coming together of people who are out to enjoy a night of their favourite genre of music, by their favourite DJ’s with clubbing friends they consider family. Valerie has already made her way home, more suited to an office than a club, but Pops hangs around in the VIP area catching up with club friends old and new.

  There have been no problems for security to address except for the odd confiscation of drugs on the door, which is kind of par for the course and is standard at any event or club nowadays. Everyone seems to be having an amazing night, including the Xtreem staff, albeit a busy night.

  I’m just making my way back from the ladies’ when I’m quickly pulled into a darkened, quiet alcove around the corner from the VIP lounge. I’m pushed harshly up against the wall and call out when my hands are thrown above my head and pinned to the wall by my wrists. I open my eyes to see Dominic with a filthy look in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his face. “I’ve hardly seen you all night.” He playfully scolds whilst grinding his hips against me. “Now I have you all to myself I don’t think I’m going to let you go.”

  “I think you’ll have the search party out after us,” I tease whilst pressing my breasts to his chest, the fire that seems to simmer for him constantly ignites into a blaze and suddenly I don’t care where I am, I want him.

  “I think you’ll find I. Don’t. Care.” He bites out before claiming my mouth and demanding entry with his tongue. I’m more than happy to accommodate him and we start an oral mating dance which soon borders on carnal. I nip and suck. He nibbles and licks. We are totally lost in each other when someone coughing an ‘excuse me’ ends our frantic kissing. I turn my chin to my shoulder, arms still pinned above me to see Baz walking away. I can’t help but smile, he is too good at his job sometimes, my constant shadow.

  Dom laughs before resuming his assault on my mouth and I groan, pushing my sex against him, wanting more of his mouth, his body and him. I wrap my leg around his waist and I try to lower my hands so I can run my fingers through his glossy dark hair, but his grip is tight. I whimper my protest at not being able to touch him and our kiss breaks with his smile. He is loving this. His kisses move down to my jaw and he releases my wrists so he can hold me to him, his mouth moving south to my throat. I grip his hair at the root, guiding him to the mounds of my breasts just visible above my low scooped silver top.

  “Fuck me running, every time I see the pair of you you’re getting down and dirty. Is this all you dirty bastards do?” Shaz questions and I feel Dom’s head come to a rest in the crook of my neck and he groans. I don’t know if it’s a groan of unsatisfied desire or whether Shaz just provokes the reaction in him.

  “No, you just always manage to disturb a private moment.” I defend.

  “Yeah, okay, real private.” Shazza rolls her eyes and then is accompanied by none other than Lucy Hart.

  I feel my heart sink, why the fuck did she bring her? I look Lucy over and have to supress a laugh when I see she is trying to take a leaf out of Shazza’s book and has gone for a slight gothic look to her outfit tonight. She’s wearing a knee length pink and black leopard print tube dress with a split up the thigh, accompanied by knee high boots wedged boots. Her make up lacks the usual glitter and has ben darkened up a tad. Nice try, Lucy.

  Dominic must feel me tense because he turns and his eyes widen when he sees Lucy stood beside a very pissed off looking Shazza.

  “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Dom aims at Shaz before turning to Lucy and I can’t deny, his eyes soften. “Lucy.” He addresses her and Lucy smiles her full, bleach white, Cheshire grin.

  “Hi, Dominic. It’s great to see you again. I heard you were back on the circuit. London beats Birmingham hands down, doesn’t it?”

  I frown, so she knows he’s from Birmingham. How well do they know each other? I flick a glance to Shaz who now looks smug but when our eyes meet she looks suitably ashamed. Bringing Serious Soundz DJ’s into camp is like inviting the wolf to dinner. These are the fireworks Pops was hoping she wouldn’t bring.

  “I guess,” Dom states.

  “Well don’t be a stranger, Dominic. I’d love to see you at a Serious Soundz event soon.”

  “You’ll probably see me there soon enough, when Tara plays.”

  I feel uncomfortable having this conversation with Dom still pressing me against a wall, as if shielding me from two hunters. I lightly press his chest before taking his hand and checking the time on his watch. “Shaz, you’re due on stage in ten minutes.” I tell her and Shaz nods.

  “I know this.”

 
; “Well, I’ll see you out there. You might want to check in with Pops, it is his labels birthday, after all,” I jibe, just making sure I emphasise the point it’s Pops she is hurting with these antics, not just me. It works because her smirk falters and she turns for the ladies’ as we walk back into the VIP lounge. Baz gives me a curious look and I know he’s clocked Shazza and Lucy but Pops is nowhere to be seen so he probably hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting the surprise guest, yet.

  Dom and I get a round of DisDiva shots ordered to the VIP lounge, they’re basically vodka shots laced with Cherry fruit flavouring, but they go down well. We pretend to ignore Shaz and Lucy when they pass and make their way to the stage. Five minutes later Pops comes in and takes a seat opposite us.

  “So, I’m guessing that’s her way of proving her feet are well and truly under the table at Serious Soundz and Xtreem can go fuck themselves?” His voice is laced with venom but his eyes portray the real emotion, he’s hurt. It just sends a fresh blast of anger towards Shazza through me and I can feel my knuckles curl around the leather of the seat I’m in.

  “Maybe she should go fuck herself?” I spit, but just like Pops, as much as I’m angry at her, I still couldn’t do anything to hurt her. To Pops and I, she is still family at heart. I decide tonight I will have that chat with her and I want all the cards on the table, no more childish games.

  “I’m getting too old for this shit, Tara. I just want to go home to Val and relax, but I can’t leave this all to you, it’s not fair,” he laments and I give in to the urge to hug him. Without warning I plonk myself in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

  “I’m sure this is nothing to do with you, Pops. She has done this to hurt me, but don’t worry, I’ll speak to her and we’ll get this sorted. You go home to that beautiful fiancé of yours. Between Me, Dom, Grotz and everyone else there’s nothing we can’t handle. I promise everything will be fine.” I squeeze him tighter before sitting back to assess his reaction.

  “You promise to call me if anything kicks off? Anything?”

  I nod and rise to my feet, Dom coming to stand beside me and taking my hand. Pops gets out of his chair and stands before us, his eyes assessing and satisfied.

  “As much as Shazza might not like it, I think you two make a pretty tenacious team. I’ve never seen you look so.., content. Look after her, Dom, or I’ll have your bollocks mounted above the studio door. Every time someone uses it I’ll get satisfaction of seeing your balls abused.” Pops winks and Dom looks taken aback, probably because he knows Pops would follow through on it.

  Dom clears his throat when Baz smirks and makes a snipping motion with his fingers behind Pops’ back. “She is in safe hands, Donald, I swear it.”

  I giggle and squeeze his hand. Poor guy, they’re really going all out with the intimidation tactics tonight. “Don’t worry, Pops, we’ll be fine. Now get your wrinkled ole arse home to your pipe and slippers,” I tease and Pops visibly brightens before dropping a kiss on my cheek.

  “You’re a cheeky little sod, Dis Diva. It’s why I love you. Now, be good and if you can’t be good, then don’t get caught.” Pops playfully thumps Dom on the shoulder before leaving the lounge.

  “I really hope everything runs smoothly tonight, Dom,” I say quietly and his eyes shine with understanding.

  “I think if we avoid Shaz and Lucy there will be no drama. Now, let’s just enjoy ourselves. You can start by showing me some more of those hot moves I caught the night of the radio show.” His eyes dance with teasing and humour.

  “Goliath, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” I giggle, pulling him out of the lounge and onto the bustling dance floor.

  Baz seems to keep his distance tonight, knowing I’m with Dom and less likely to get pawed at with him by my side. It doesn’t stop the odd clubber coming and asking for a picture and the first few times I’m happy to oblige but after a while it gets annoying. Dom lifts me onto a circular elevated podium with silver poles all around the outer edge so you have to slide between to get inside. I curl my finger to indicate I want him to join me and when he squeezes through the gap I pull him to me with his shirt.

  “Come on, hot stuff, show me your moves.” I grin before turning my back to his chest and grinding my bottom into his groin.

  “Holy. Fuck. I think you’re hot enough for the both of us, midget,” he growls in my ear and I can’t resist running my hands up behind my head and finding his silky waves of hair. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing down the side of my throat and his palms slide down the backs of my bare thighs before circling to the front and sliding back up to the hem of my denim shorts.

  I close my eyes to the lights and get lost in Dominic’s heated touch and the hard bass of the music. I give myself up to my senses and am totally swept up in the atmosphere.

  When the track changes I open my eyes and pull out of Dom’s embrace and as I turn to face him he pulls me quickly to him, flattening my body to his. I laugh, throwing my arms around him.

  “Please, don’t move,” Dom says into my ear.

  “Why?”

  “Because I have a pretty substantial boner at the minute and from up here the whole club would get a good flash of it through my jeans.” I burst into laughter.

  “I hate to be the voice of reason, Goliath, but there are hundreds of clubbers in here. Your member isn’t that big!”

  Dom’s eyes widen before narrowing playfully and he slaps my bottom. “Oh, you’ll pay for that comment, my midget. You’ll be screaming for me to stop when I get you home.”

  “Is that a promise?” I smirk whilst grinding my hips and sliding my body sexily down his. When I lower my bottom almost to the floor I am eye level with his bulging jeans and I glide my hands seductively down his body and over his waistband, purposely not touching his hard on I rake my nails down his denim clad thighs and peek a look up at him.

  His eyes are hooded and smoking hot.

  Oh, fuck, too much of this and he might just have me screaming tonight!

  Baz and a member of security approach the podium and I soon sober up of my filthy thoughts, instantly feeling my tummy tighten in trepidation. I climb out of the podium and Baz helps me down, Dom soon follows and takes my hand as I ask if everything is okay.

  Baz leans forward to Dominic and says quietly into his ear. “Jason Cooper just arrived to play his set. I believe you need a word.”

  My stomach rolls and I look to Baz with alarm in my eyes. Dominic’s whole posture seems to change and I feel him harden beside me. “Too fucking right I do.”

  With that he sets off for the second arena downstairs and I follow, grabbing Baz by the wrist. “Don’t let him do anything stupid, Baz. I don’t want him getting into any trouble.”

  “He won’t. We know where the cameras are in here. I’ll make sure Jason leaves of his own accord and the all the security staff know why he’s being evicted tonight.”

  I hurry to keep up with the guys who are pushing their way through the crowd to find Jason. “Why is he being evicted exactly?” I ask Baz, who winks.

  “Because he is doing coke in the toilets. The police have already been called and are on their way. I think they’ll find the coke we confiscated tonight matches that they found in the Xtreem raid. If Jason gets roughed up a little tonight it’s because he gave the security a hard time throwing him out.”

  I see Dominic has already had this all set up with Baz and security in advance. Baz stops me in the middle of the dancefloor. “This is as far as you go, little lady. We’ll handle it from here.”

  I stop and watch them make their way to the men’s room. I’m pulled back to the present when someone asks for me to sign a flyer. I do so on autopilot before moving to the bar. I order a drink and take a stool, watching the traffic to and from the rest rooms like a hawk. When I see a member of security dragging a guy out with blood all over his face I gasp. People move aside and stare open mouthed as a second member of the security team helps carry Jason out. I’m still staring a
fter them when I see Lauren talking to Baz on the other side of the room. Dominic startles me when he takes my drink from my hand, downing it in one and putting the glass back on the bar.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper and Dominic grins. He isn’t even out of breath and seems totally relaxed. I lift his hand and see no marks on his knuckles.

  “I’m fine, Tara. Relax.”

  “What if he tells them you hit him?” I fret and Dominic chuckles.

  “I didn’t.”

  “So, who did? Because his nose didn’t spontaneously explode?”

  “I didn’t hit him, okay?” He looks away but lowers his mouth to my ear. “A wall did.”

  I gasp and turn to him but I have no time to speak because Baz and Lauren are making their way over. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I plaster on a sympathetic smile.

  “Can you believe that stupid bastard was doing coke in the rest rooms and swung for Baz when they demanded he leave? I’m so sorry, DisDiva, I really hate that we’ve let you down. Jay knew how important tonight is to Hot Ice. I’ll kill him myself, I swear.” Lauren rants and I lay a calming hand on her shoulder.

  “Listen, this won’t have an impact on you, I promise you that. Can you still play?”

  “I can. I won’t let you down,” she promises but then stalls. “Shit, he took our headphones.”

  “Don’t panic, you can use mine. Baz,” I call him from behind me and he appears, tall and looming over us ladies. “Can you make sure Lauren gets my headphones, please?”

  “Sure thing, Tara.” He disappears through the throng.

  “Oh, my god! I can use your headphones?” Lauren looks fit to burst and I shrug. Jeez, they’re just headphones, no biggie.