❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk.
I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind.
❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies o...
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𝐔𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧
As Quinn was having her fun, she began to realize that the club Nicole had brought her to was a bit more put together than just a spot to be at on a Friday night.
She didn't know how she didn't realize it before, but the amount of people here from the music industry made lightbulbs go off in her head.
Turning to the burgundy-haired woman next to her, she began to ask who she was and if she knew the host of the event.
"Oh, I'm no one special, I'm just one of the DJ's for tonight-"
"You DJ? No way! Me too!"
"Really?! How long have you been on the tables for?" The young woman became intrigued, turning her body more so that she could face Quinn.
"Eight years actually, but I stopped a minute ago after I graduated college."
The two began to delve into the world of BPMs and the best mixes of every genre, completely tuning out the world around them.
Anyone who was to see Quinn's eyes in this very moment would've known that this was her passion. She was so well versed in producing and engineering as well, that the girl began to look at her as if she was an undercover label recruiter.
"How do you know so much and you're not some big shot? You could easily have a lot of these men in the dirt with just your knowledge alone," the girl looked at her with playful suspicion, sipping on her fruity drink.
"I just realized that it's not for me." Quinn shrugged.
"The industry or the profession? Because you can't tell me that music isn't for you." She raised an eyebrow, causing Quinn to playfully roll her eyes.
"Definitely the industry," Quinn nodded, the girl also understanding, "I'm still so young and I've seen enough to deter me, y'know?"
"If you don't mind me asking," the girl started, placing her drink down, letting her icy-blue eyes roam Quinn's face, "Who taught you?"
"My brother." Quinn smiled, thinking back to all the times she would beg Armani to let her touch the tiny buttons and knobs on his set, remembering almost blowing out everyone's eardrums.
"Ah, I see, touchy subject?"
"Very." Quinn nodded, loving that the young woman was so perceptive.
As their conversation began to die down, Quinn couldn't help but feel someone's eyes on her for the last five minutes.
Looking to her right, Nicole was immersed in a conversation with a man she could've sworn was on the cover of a Calvin Klein magazine before, smiling at how quickly Nicole was able to get along with others.
"Nic," Quinn tapped her, giving an apologetic smile to the man that was accompanying her, "bathroom?"
With a quick nod, Nicole and Quinn excused themselves from their two new acquaintances, making their way through the club to the back, making a trail to the neon sign that indicated where the restrooms were.
