Bass Slut

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

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Ibiza, Spain

Wind blew, rustling a row of palm trees outside next to the building. The sound of booming bass thumps were audible, even for one standing around waiting to to enter the club. Outside, a large pink colored neon lit sign in cursive writing read 'Gran Sonido' in a cursive font. An entry fee was required before stepping through metal detectors and past the two security guards standing outside the black doors for entry. On an average of Saturday nights, a line would follow outside the club and down the street block. Gran Sonido was only the most recent name in a long string of changes that had come for this specific club. Every few years, a new manager stepped in to purchase the building and push through with a renovation project to put their ownership onto it. Either way, one thing had remained the same regardless the club's owner. This was party city and that reputation had not faded.

Darkness greeted every person who stepped beyond the large metal doors. The walls were painted black, down below a checkered floor tile of white and black was visible. People shuffled beyond one another, making it towards the bar that was located on the left side of the building. A staircase with a sleek silver metal railing took one upstairs to get a better view of the dance floor. Most of the action was on the right side of the club with a massive round shaped dance floor and laser lights beaming from across the building. Beyond the dance floor was an elevated stage where the resident DJ made their earnings from working turntables and keyboards. The laser lights flashed an array of colors from green to yellow, blinding anyone that was gazing directly above the stage. For every step one took in the club, their ears were bombarded with the sound of hardcore bass beats.

Hardcore was the flavor of dance music that Gran Sonido was known for in it's short life as a club. It wasn't any different from the other clubs across Ibiza that also played heavy tempo fueled dance music. On most nights, the resident DJ was a twenty something year old man using the stage name of Captain Big Beat. The man had went from club to club over the past three years, trying his best to make a living with working the turntables and work station on stage. Tonight was a different night however, as the man was out for the weekend. Instead, a female DJ was in the house for an exclusive set for tonight only. Demi Rose Mawby stood in front of the turntables and work station. She adjusted the black noiseless earphone set over her ears while her eyes gazed down at pink colored vinyl on the turntable slowly spinning. A bright yellow cord was attached to her headphones, the coiled line going back to the workstation so she could hear properly among the ambience of the club.

Her long jet black hair had been fixed up into a pony tail extending down her back prior to when she took the stage. Demi curved her pink lips into a smile while moving her hands away from the headphones. She tapped her right hand fingers across an array of buttons to begin playing a low tempo of bass beats to go along with the instrumental track from the turntable. Her curvaceous body was only slightly hidden between a robe-like gold dress that hugged over her neck. A large V-neck split revealed her heavy cleavage, as she didn't wear a bra to go with this outfit. Gold high heels down below matched the robe, as anyone standing behind her would've took notice of her giant rump and thick hips visible from the outfit. DJing was a secondary hobby for the up and coming British glamour model. Times had changed with a collapsed industry, but Demi knew that Ibiza was an island with ties back to glamour modelling. Gone were the days of Lucy Pinder and Holly Peers shaking up rumors on the island, but the party scene remained alive and well.

Standing behind the model was a dark skinned man of Jamaican descent known by the name as Elgin. He stood tall in a black pinstriped suit, unbuttoned to reveal a white collared shirt underneath. The first few buttons were undone, revealing gold Cuban linked chains, matching the gold Rolex watch. In the day time, he covered his eyes with a pair of sunglasses, but tonight one could see the brown hue in his eyes. With a clean shaved face, his hair had recently been fixed up into short a Hi-top fade. At thirty years of age, he had given up his quest becoming a hip hop artist back home in Britain. Elgin had better success at production, working alongside up and coming hip hop artists for a few years before finding another avenue with DJ sets. He met Demi Rose when she was dating a rapper by the name of Tyga. Having a one night stand with the model years ago led to an affair and now a relationship between them.

He stood behind her, watching as her right hand fingers glided across the controls of the work station. She paid special attention to the spinning vinyl across the turntable. Demi had her own talents, but Elgin offered a guiding hand when she spoke of wanting to have DJ sets. The girl had spent the past few weeks practicing for this night between doing photoshoots that would be posted on social media. Demi had a way of getting all the gossip tabloid rags of England talking about her. Elgin had told her before, that if the glamour industry had not collapsed, she would've been the next Lucy Pinder. Taking in much pride with such bold claims, Demi knew that her body was desired. Her likes and reposts on the various social media accounts were enough to tell her that. Elgin took a better sense in pride, just knowing that he was sharing a bed with the woman who was currently the most famous model out of Britain. It made him feel better about his lack of stardom compared to rappers he had competed with in the past.

Backstage, another man was making his way up. Wearing a pair of khaki shorts that showed off his skinny pale white legs, Paul began to bob his head at the rhythm of the song currently playing. Wearing a black T-shirt with Metallica's classic 'Master of Puppets' album cover over the front, the skinny American man stomped his red Nike tennis shoes over the floor while brushing past a few security guards. His short brown hair was visible thanks to the lighting down the hallway, also illuminating the view of his arms covered in dark tattoos. A short black beard was visible from his chin, as the only bit of facial hair the man preferred. Paul was known as the American friend to Demi and Elgin. He had known Elgin for a few years prior, going back to the days that they worked in a studio together. An efficient sound engineer, Paul had traveled from Miami to London chasing a career in the music industry. Little could have guessed that by the age of twenty-seven he would find himself venturing through nightclubs helping with DJ sets.

Elgin had specifically brought Paul along to help Demi with the equipment on stage. Taking in the guess that there could be audio problems of sorts. In the past, they had all partied in Miami in the months prior. Getting to know Demi better, Paul offered to manage one of her social media accounts online. That began something of a working friendship, though he knew that his chance of slipping in bed with her was slim to none. A man like Elgin would surely leave him battered, bloody and blue if he would catch them flirting. It was difficult for Paul not to have such fantasies regarding Demi, not helped when he had access to her Instagram account. Sometimes, he just wanted to sit in bed and jack himself off when gazing at pictures of her titanic sized booty. There was so much to love about Demi's thick, voluptuous body. From that ass to her massive tits and cute face. While there were other models he could easily look at, there was something better about knowing her in the real world.

Demi had caught Paul in the past unable to look her in the eyes when she wore outfits that exposed her heavy cleavage. Over time, she began to tease him about it as a way of torturing the man. Maybe she simply enjoyed watching his face blush in a red hue, or perhaps Demi had a more dirty side within her. Either way, Paul didn't push the temptations as he knew that Elgin would beat him to a pulp if they were caught. As time progressed, he continued to fantasize about Demi. Upon arriving in Ibiza, Paul put those filthy thoughts to the back of his mind knowing he had a job at hand. Elgin was the one who did the negotiations to get Demi the DJ gig and now, Paul was returning from a quick bathroom break to step back onto the stage. When he opened the door, the music had become louder. Demi had switched songs briefly in preparation for a special banger that was to come.

The door shut behind Paul as Elgin offered him a nod. The two friends moved closer, butting their knuckles together before glancing at the woman standing in front of him. Both men glanced down at Demi's huge ass. The gold dress was shiny throughout the dark club while the lights above contracted into an array of differing colors. Pink and blue shined brightly across many faces from the dance floor. The vinyl had stopped spinning on the turn table, giving Paul the second-guess that she was about to put on a different song. What Demi had planned was a special song that she didn't have a vinyl for. The track was pre-loaded into the workstation of the club. All she had to do was take one look at the title of the track across the small laptop screen and that told her all she needed to know about this song. A soft grin curved across her angelic face. Gliding her hand across the various buttons, Demi pushed play.

Once again, the lights shifted colors. Pink became an array of red while the blue had faded into a purple. Dun-dun-dun-dun, the sound of bass booms began to pound through the stereo speaker system in the club. A few movers and shakers down on the dance floor came to a stop. This tempo was fast paced, unlike any other song that had been played tonight in Demi's setlist. She licked her lips, still smirking while moving her hands to adjust the headphones once more. Neither Elgin or Paul were familiar with this tune, but Demi knew it all too well. This wasn't the first time she had listened to the works of S3RL. Soft moans from a female voice were heard beyond the booming bass rhythm. Looking out into the crowd, she noticed a man in the sea of people throw his hands in the air and begin clapping them in pace with the beat of the song. Yes, this was that song, Demi thought to herself.

"Bass slut!"

A female voice called out the opening lyrics of the song. As the crowd began to move around following the beat of the song, the lights shifted once again. Blinking in a fast tempo in an array of changing colors, orange to yellow. Elgin quirked his eyebrows as the song continued.

"Big fat hard kicks!"

The tempo increased slightly with more instruments entering the mix of the song. Paul and Elgin glanced at each other for a moment, as this specific song had taken them by surprise. Demi knew what she was doing, as her hands moved to the controls of her DJ work station. It was time to turn the bass up even louder as the song's main lyric verse began to play.

"I'm a hard bass slut, I want the sound that gets me hot!

Play the noise again, again, I want the bass that makes me wet!

Dirty low frequencies, I wanna feel inside of me.

Big fat hard kicks! Oh my god, I want that shit!"

Raising his eyebrows, Elgin slowly grinned when he heard the full lyric verse. The song continued as he and Paul were left standing behind Demi with the funny expressions across their face. She had successfully taken the men by surprise with her choice of a banger song. After playing slow jams to start the evening, this song was her choice for kicking up the speed and getting the dance floor shaking and moving all around. Her hands moved across the controls once more as she started to tap a few buttons.

"Big fat hard kicks! Big fat hard kicks! Oh my god, I want that shit!"

Once again, Demi smiled now as she elevated her arms and began to throw them up, shaking left and right. After thirty-five minutes of playing through music, she was finally feeling the rhythm of the night. The coursing bass beats had only made her want to begin stomping her heels into the floor and twerking her phat buttocks. This song had quite the effect on Demi as it was putting her in quite the lewd mood.

"I'm a hard bass slut, bass slut, bass, slut! Bass-bass-bass-bass, BASSSSS SSLLLUUTT!!"

The break in the song began, echoing those same moans from the female singer. Demi took her head phones off and began to bob her head, whipping her long pony tail around from behind. Elgin stepped to her right side while Paul approached her from the left. She had forgotten all about her boyfriend standing on the stage behind her, now joined by their friend. For a brief moment, Demi thought of untying the ponytail holding her hair together and letting loose. The music continued with the thunderous beats even having an effect on the men she was between. Paul began to move his legs, banging his head as he lost himself in the groove. Demi moved her back towards Elgin and then began to rub her body up against his. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her thick body closer.

"I'm a hard bass slut, I want the sound that gets me hot!"

As the lyrics began to repeat, Demi bit down on her lower lip. She had the urge within her to start bumping and grinding her powerful ass up against Elgin.

"Dirty low frequencies, I wanna feel inside me. Big fat hard kicks! Big fat hard kicks!"

Hearing those last four words repeat in the verse, Demi couldn't hold back anymore. She felt Elgin's hands around her waist, rustling her gold dress. She shoved her phat ass up against his crotch and then began to rub it up and down. Not moving in tempo with the beat still playing, Demi just wanted to tease him. Her actions accomplished capturing Elgin's attention. He moved his lips in, breathing down the left side of her neck as his hands moved up the gold dress. He slipped his fingers in, caressing her skin while Demi gazed forward and continued to grind her booty up against him. She felt his fingertips brushing past her thighs, almost finding her vulva lips. Demi didn't wear a thong with this outfit, as she bravely went to the club knowing that paparazzi photographers would likely be there to snap photos and print in their tabloid rags.

When Paul finally stomped dancing and shaking his head all around, the man had turned from the side. He gazed forward to see Elgin kissing Demi's neck and her big brown eyes gazing forward at him. The V neck of her dress had pulled far enough that her massive tits looked as if they were about to pop out of the dress. Demi smirked at Paul, always noticing his eyes on her second most valuable bodily assets. Tonight was his lucky evening, as she felt more daring than before. Her tits were able to flop out of the dress, as a bra didn't contain them from bouncing around. Elgin's hands had loosened her dress slightly as he made a desperate attempt at rubbing his fingers at her thighs before. Biting down on her lower lip again, Demi quirked her eyebrows before winking at Paul. She moved her hands to the folds of her dress, pulling them back to give the man a quick flash before she stopped grinding onto Elgin.

Raising his left hand to his mouth, Paul made the attempt at yelling something at both of them. Elgin glanced back at his friend, but neither he or Demi could hear a word of what came out of his mouth. The music was so loud, it drowned out past any sound of voice. Paul tried to yell again, lowering his hand and then Elgin uttered something back. Only Demi could understand the voice of her boyfriend as a result of him being so close to her ear. He had removed his hands from her curvy body, allowing her to step forward. Shaking her head back at Paul, Demi knew it was useless to try talking over the loudness of the blaring music. She pointed with her right hand index finger to the backstage door. Paul got the hint and stepped his way there, pulling the door open as all three of them hurried out and shut the door. The music continued to blast, but Demi was distracted from her DJ duties right now.

"You're a bad girl!"

Elgin spoke up as Demi giggled at him. She threw her arms around his neck and pushed her lips to his. As they kissed, Paul was left there watching. Elgin had caught him from the corner of his eye, breaking the kiss as both he and Demi turned to look at Paul and that goofy grin across his face.

"You just gonna stand there and watch us?"

The smile on his face disappeared as Paul suddenly blushed. Elgin knew how to strike fear into the heart of his friend with his body language and demeanors. Demi pulled Elgin a bit closer, whispering something in his ear while her big brown eyes gazed back at Paul. She offered him a wink despite the fact he wouldn't know what they were discussing.

"I think it's time. Even though he isn't the ideal guy I had in mind, I don't think he'll leave me disappointed. Hmmmm, what do you think, honey?"

Elgin laughed. In the past few weeks, he had been discussing with Demi the possibility of inviting a third person to share time with them in the bedroom. He would've preferred a hand picked friend of his back home in England, but the man knew that only time could get in the way of such events. Demi was in a daring, dirty mood after swinging her curvy hips to that special hardcore song. The beat was still coursing through her, as she wanted to get back to the hotel and take her dress off. Tonight might just be Paul's lucky night as he stood there, looking back at her and Elgin.

"Maybe I should just ask him."

Once more, Demi giggled as Elgin nodded his head to make sure he had Paul's attention.

"Hey, you wanna fuck my girl Demi, don't you?"

"Wait, what?"

"You fucking heard me, don't play dumb!"

It was obvious from how Paul stood that he had been intimidated by his friend. Demi felt it was necessary for her to relieve the tensions now. She stepped past Elgin and approached Paul, speaking clearly in her heavy English accent.

"What Elgin is trying to tell you dear, is that I'm in the mood to try something different tonight. Would you like to join us and fuck me in a threesome?"

She offered that cute smile with her angelic eyes, still giving the man some look of innocence despite a question of absolute filth. Paul felt that his brain was about to explode. This question wasn't anything he anticipated from Demi's soft voice whatsoever. From the way she subtly flashed him her boobs to now this? Paul didn't know how to respond as he gazed back at her with a flabbergasted expression across his mug.

"You heard her right, man. You can fuck my girl, but you better not be kissing her."

Elgin's voice was enough to snap Paul back into reality.

"I wasn't expecting either of you to ask me about this."

"Oh, come on! You think I haven't noticed how often you stare at me throughout the day? I can take an easy guess what you do with my pictures in private."

Demi's words were enough to make Paul blush, his cheeks flushing red with such ease.

"I figured I wasn't your type of man."

She shook her head.

"You're not, but I get the impression that you would step your game up a notch in the bedroom. Besides, I've never had a threesome before. You should be honored that I'm choosing you. So is it a yes or a no?"

"It's a fucking yes, absolutely."

Now in agreement, Demi was ready to leave. She stepped in front of both men, feeling like a boss leading this show. In the past, she had explained to Elgin how she wanted to try a threesome. It was something she had never indulged in before, eager to satisfy her urges of fantasy deep down. Demi had to feel lucky that she was dating a man who not only was fine with it, but wanted to pick the right man. Elgin would've preferred another man with the same skin color as himself, but perhaps their friend Paul was a better match. Such a situation like this came down to someone you had to trust. She didn't care at all that she was leaving the club still with a DJ gig on going with an empty stage beyond the door. No care in the world for finishing the set. The music continued to play without anyone operating the work station back on the stage. As the men followed behind Demi, gazing down at her huge rump, she smirked to herself. Heels clacking loudly across the floor below, it was time for her to tease them with her voice.