From HeyPete:

My best friend in high school is the personal trainer for a DJ in LA, who was bigger in the 90’s and last decade. He DJ’d, had a radio show, produced, remixed for some really big name artists like Madonna, Britney Spears etc., etc. Shit music, but it made him rich.

When his personal assistant had to miss some trips to other parts of the country (He somehow never missed overseas shows) my friend would go on the trips as his assistant.

So, one such trip/long weekend, they came to St. Louis when I was living there. I also joined them in Indianapolis (Sat. night) and Columbus (Sun. night).

I — simply a hanger on, who toted a few boxes of merch and set up some tables where they were to be sold and basically just hung out got laid all three nights.

It was insane the crazy shit we could get hot, hot 18-21 year olds to do for a shirt or a CD — and the small chance to go to the DJs after party. Because, apparently, every DJ has an after party.

In St. Louis, about 20 girls came back to his hotel suite. I banged a solid 8 on the bathroom sink. Little brunnette about 18 or 19. I figured that would be the highlight of the weekend.

In Indy the next night. My friend and I ran the merchandise area when the DJ played. I started off slow, because I felt a little guilty giving this dude’s shit away. Things like wiggle your ass, shake your tits back and forth. By later in the evening, after I said, “fuck it, when will this happen for me again.” I was saying, “Let me put my hand down your shorts and see if your wet enough to deserve a CD.” Or “Oh, you want a shirt. OK, let me finger your pussy behind the table.” Boom. They didn’t hesitate.

Back in the suite, it was incredible watching about a dozen 9s all trying to compete and outdo each other. They all wanted to screw the DJ, but they had no idea he was in another suite on the phone with his wife and soon fast asleep. Two were in skirts. I said, “I bet you won’t take your panties off and leave them for the DJ.” It was like they raced to slide them off. Later, one was sitting on the bed and I was on a chair halfway across the room. I motioned for her to spread her legs a little. She did. I gave her a thumbs up.

By this time I was as bold as ever. I motioned the hottest girl on to the balcony, asked if she wanted to meet the DJ. Of course, she is almost giddy with delight over the prospect. I simply said, “He likes me to see what’s up with a girl before he meets her. She took my hand, we went into the kitchenette area and she blew me with gusto. Then she let me do pretty much anything I wanted. I pulled some things out of the porn playbook that I never tried on “regualr hookups.”

My friend was having a three-some, while five or six other girls watched. It was surreal.

All for the chance to meet a fucking DJ.

The next night in Columbus, same stuff. It was incredible having that much power (none of earned either) over seriously desirable chicks.

It was a little tricky when we had to kick them out and they never got to meet or do the DJ. Lots of, “Sorry, he has an early flight. He was about to come over too. I guess his set really tired him out.”

It was one of my best weekends. Oh yeah, and the DJ gave me $2,000 for helping out in Indy and Columbus. I gave away at least 50 CDS’s and shirts, but I didn’t give any of the money back. I felt bad for a moment, but he made over $100K for the weekend. I doubt he missed it.