Pretty When I Cry

The Stranger: Roxy POV

Ugh.

I could feel my tense muscles throbbing before my eyes were even open. Waking up the morning after a performance is always rough, after dancing for hours my body just doesn't want to move. Talk about intense cardio!

My eyes flutter open, immediately assaulted by the beam of light leaking through the blackout curtains. I groan, rubbing my knuckles deep into my eyes which provides some relief. I lay in bed slowly sitting up and chugging down a glass of water from the night side table. I was so tired coming home at 4am last night I ripped off my skimpy clothes and fell into the bed naked. Last night's body glitter still cakes my body and under my nails, blonde wavy hair an absolute mess.

One by one the memories of last night start to come back, memories of him. Something about him, his energy. Never had I felt such an immediate attraction, almost primal with curiosity. I liked seeing his eyes on me, following my body drinking in every move I made. But to my frustration, had disappeared by the end of my set. I went to the after party (something I rarely do) just in hopes of orchestrating an accidental meeting. Even though I had become the face to the local party scene, I actually rarely would participate myself. I hate drinking and don't do drugs.. anymore. So it's usually in my best interest to be home safe and sober tucked into bed. Men get very lusty like horn dogs after a show. They like to think that somehow I get dressed up and dance around all just for them, just creaming myself at the thought of them gracing me with their presence. Hard no, I find it so pathetic. Drooling after me while their girlfriends scowl at them. As if they could ever handle someone like me, week little boys. I prefer men, men like the stranger from last night.

Mysterious and exciting, one way to rope me in for sure is with a good chase. My competitive nature has been awakened and I decided that I am going to find him, and I will f**k his brains out. A heat slowly starts to rise below my belly as I remember him. Strong big built arms, covered in tattoos. Just thinking about it turns me on so much... I want to feel those hands on my body. No, I need to. Pressure builds as I reach down and feel how slippery excited he makes me. My fingers find my c**t, pinching it slightly I let out a small gasp. I will find him.

My phone buzzes on my dresser and I spring out of bed, a sudden flux of energy from the hunger and thrill of the game.

Shit!

I forgot I was supposed to meet my best friend Daisy for coffee, and it's almost noon. I quickly jump in the shower to scrub of all of last night's glitter and sweat. My stomach growls but I ignore it, I'll eat something at the cafe. I throw on some semi clean leggings off the ground and my favorite hoodie. Despite the glamour on stage I usually prefer to dress comfortably and don't wear makeup. I hop in my little white pickup truck and race down the street to meet my friend.

"Girl you are a mess!" Daisy laughs at me as I slam down into the chair across from her. Daisy has a broken foot and is on crutches, so she doesn't attend shows and go out like she used to. She looks amazing, very well rested and relaxed. perfect makeup and a cozy soft scarf.

"Don't remind me, in my heart I'm still at home in bed" we both giggle and give eachother a quick side hug. She pushes my chai latte she already ordered towards me.

"So tell me, how was last night?? I saw the pictures the media promoters took you looked so banging!"

I roll my eyes, "Thank you, it was a lot of fun! The DJ was having a great night and the crowd was amazing. Really addictive I felt so in my element."

"I heard you even went out after!" She slaps my arm. "look at you, being all social I'm so proud."

"Ha-ha, I can be social sometimes, I just don't like to!" I laugh. "actually I only went because I was.. looking for someone.. but they never showed up and I don't know his name."

"Oooo scandalous!! you don't know his name? little miss sweet and innocent you never sleep with people like that, he must of been drop dead gorgeous!"

"Oh he was, but it wasn't like that. I have no idea who he was I just saw him in the crowd and got the feeling he's someone I want to get to know."

"Well then tell me all the deets, I'll work my magic and we will get you your man!"

I told her all about how he looked, tall and broad, dark features and thick black hair. strong chiseled face with piercing blue eyes. I could feel myself starting to get aroused again just thinking of him..

"You Know what? funny enough I think I know who that is!" I knew I could count on Daisy for this kind of thing, she might be injured but she is still very much in the know of everyone's business.

"Jared was talking about having a DJ stay with him, someone new to town while he's looking for a place. He's supposed to be amazingly talented! But I heard he's kind of a loner, isn't looking to get with women at all he just spends all day making music."

Hmm.. Kind of sounds like how I feel about dancing and the men that drool over me for it. If my interest wasn't already peaked before, now I'm borderline obsessed.

"Jared can help you get close to him! He's having a debut show at Siren's next weekend, and Jared is having the after party at his house."

Jared is a well known local in the underground music scene, he's been hosting events and DJing shows since before I was even in highschool. My first festival was one of his, and he was the first host to give me a shot performing. We became very close friends over the years, and he would be delighted to have me at his party.

"Daisy you are amazing!! Don't tell anyone I was asking though okay, I want to play this sneaky."

She puts her finger up to her mouth to silently say Shhh, and we both giggle endlessly.

I knew about the upcoming show already, as my apartment was across the street from the run down strip club Siren's. Sounds weird but it's actually one of the best places in town for the music scene. I had told Jared that I wasn't going already as I wanted a rest weekend, but he said he would leave me on the guestlist just in case. Daisy starts talking about a new trick she started teaching her dog but my mind has trailed off... elsewhere. Daydreaming about what he would look like with his shirt off. How badly I wanted to lick his abdomen, slowly moving down, opening his pants and reaching inside...

"Wait one more thing!" I interupt Daisy. "What is his name?"

She pauses and smiles coyley, "I have no idea. I only know his stage name, DJ Daddy." We both lock eyes and start giggling all over again. How suiting! I hope he'll be making me scream Daddy very soon.. My mind drifts away again, half listening as Daisy launches back into her story.