16 years ago...
Dirk Strider was the hottest DJ Texas had seen in a long time. Hottest by looks and talent. Twenty-three years young and booked ever night he wanted. Every club in south Texas wanted a spinner like D-Stri. He had everything he could want: a pent house bachelor pad, more money then most people make in a life-time and a different girl every night...if he wanted one. Contrary to popular belief, Dirk hadn't taken home a girl in a long time, too focused on his music.
Beside no young woman liked when he would stop halfway through what they would call a great time, and go off to write music or play his records. The last girl he took home left in the middle of the night when he went off to get a beat out of his head.
Tonight was like most nights, the club bunnies swaying to his mix, all skin and fishnets. Dirk was focused his new rhythm to care, until she stepped onto the dance floor. Her short hair spiked in the back, her bangs fell into her eyes. With a two fingers she pushed her bangs up, showed Dirk her fingerless gloves. Dirk's eyes moved over her face to her gloves tracing down her top hugging her slim stomach to her tight jeans. Dirk almost stopped his mix, eyes back on her face, she was bewitching with those eyes. Those eyes were locked on his, she knew where his eyes had just been. She looked almost bored. Her eyes dared her to make her move.
Dirk changed the rhythm. Slowly, but surely the Beauty began to dance. She danced for him. Her hips were intoxicating, it took everything the Strider had to focus on his music.
An hour later, Dirk switch with the next spinner for his run. Some DJ named "Geminii" his thing was a helmet with red/blue visor. Geminii's music was decent, but no where as good as Strider's. Dirk had just stepped off the stage when the Blonde Beauty approached him.
"D-Stri, in the flesh." She was close, standing on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear, "Or should I say Dirk Strider."
"You know my name, what's yours?" He looked down at her through pointed shades, his signature. Just has he finished, the base dropped and the music got too loud to talk over. Dirk took the Beauty by the hand and lead her backstage, into one of the private rooms. The door closed and the music was muffled.
"Trust a guy so easily, beautiful?" Dirk asked pinning her against the closed door. She swept his leg and pushed him back onto the couch straddling his stomach.
"I can handle myself, Strider."
Dirk's hands were on her hips. She leaned down and kissed his neck.
At the moment, the door opened. The club owner came in and tossed Strider a set of car keys.
"Strider, you know my policy. Go home." The club owner moved into the hallway so they could exit the room.
"Bring girls back here often, Strider?" She slid off him, Dirk was right behind her.
"You're the first, miss." He said quite honestly as the owner closed the door behind them and went on his way.
She looked up at him almost surprised. "I thought with those shades and that spin talent. All the girls would be all over you."
"I was just looking for the right one, I suppose."
She scoffed and they made their way out of the club before his hands were at her hips again pulling her into a kiss. Pushed her against his car twice before opening the car door for the her. In the driver's seat, his hand on her thigh the Strider found it more than difficult to drive back to his place with an angel in his front seat.
She was leaning against him, kissing every bit of his skin she could reach. He was wondering why she didn't try to take his sunglasses off or openly wonder why he was wearing them. Not soon enough they were at his building.
In the elevator, more making out
his apartment door finally open,
his shirt off, door closed.
A trail of clothes and shoes and gloves littered the floor to the bedroom and the king sized bed, the Strider usually enjoyed alone. The music and the rhythm the made together was better then anything the Strider could ever come up with alone.
Several adventurous hours later, they lay together. A beautiful woman in his arms, Dirk finally removed his shades and placed them on the floor, right on top of her glove and fell asleep.
Sun streamed in through the window. Dirk knew he had pinned the curtains closed. He got in blinking in the afternoon sun streaming through the large window, looking around wondering to himself if the woman he brought home last night had been a dream. Finding his clothes folded at the foot of the bed, he pulled on some boxers and meandered to the kitchen. Looking for his shades, what he found was a note taped to his fridge. The handwriting was that of an angel's.
Thanks for the shades
Call me if you want
Them back
~Daia
Her number was printed neatly beneath her name. Dirk smirked, and opened the fridge and pulled out the OJ, and a spare pair of shades. Returning his pointed shades to his face he whispered the angel's name.
"Daia."