Her Superhero Lover: A BWWM BBW Billionaire Superhero Romance (3 page)

Grady Voelker had that same sort of magnetism, she thought, watching
him in the crowd. He could have held up his hand, circled it, and
taken a third of the room with him, all women in tight skirts, sexy
tops, or dresses that showed a ton of leg. What surprised her was
that he didn't. Instead, he kept circling, like a satiated lion just
patrolling his savanna, relaxing the whole time. He stopped by the
bar and spoke to Lin, who was behind the counter at the time, and
while Renee couldn't hear what was being said due to her headphones,
she could see Lin point towards her, and then say a few more things.
Grady nodded his thanks and made his way back into the crowd. She
watched him make his way towards the front of the room, people
parting for him like he had an invisible force field that just gently
moved others aside at about a foot away. Soon, he was at the front of
the room, almost within touching distance of her table on stage.
Renee was glad the speakers in Bang Bang were in the ceiling, or else
Grady would have been deaf by the end of the set.

Checking the clock on her laptop, she saw that it was time for one
last song. She pulled out one of her favorites for Bang Bang, a remix
of LMFAO cross mixed with the South Korean group Bangtan Boys. The
familiar beat caused a few of the Bang Bang regulars to cheer loudly,
and she threw herself into it, letting it all go. Using her controls
expertly, she blended the two songs for the next eight minutes, until
her fingers were tingling and her forearms ached from the quick
changes of her switches. Wrapping it up with a clash of drums, she
brought the lights up to the applause of the crowd. "All right
Bang Bang, the party's not done, but this DJ's going to need to get
some refreshments. So hang tight, cause in thirty minutes, it's
Litezout one more time."

Switching it over to a standard dance playlist she used for her
break periods, she made her way off stage, where the manager was
waiting for her in the back with a bottle of cold water. "You're
perhaps the only DJ I know who doesn't take advantage of our free
drink policy," the manager said as Renee sipped at the Evian.
"Why is that?"

"I want the second and third sets to be just as good as the
first," Renee replied. "And I don't handle alcohol very
well. Unless you don't mind a third set filled with junior high love
ballads."

The manager laughed, his laughter dying off as he looked behind
Renee. She turned, and saw Grady standing in the doorway, leaning
against the frame. Up close, she could see he was even more
handsomely dressed than she had seen in the club. "Hi."

The manager looked at Grady, then over at Renee, then back at Grady
before shrugging. "I'll give you guys some quiet. Just remember,
your next set starts in ten minutes."

"I gotcha." She waited until the manager left then turned
to look at Grady. "You cut quite the figure out on the floor. To
be honest, I was a bit surprised you came by. I thought you were just
being nice the other day at the shoot."

"Not at all," Grady
replied, coming closer. He stopped when he was about a foot away, and
Renee had to look up to see him, even in her high heeled boots she
wore with her outfit. "I came because you were helpful and
interesting to talk to at the shoot, and because I was intrigued by
the description of your show. When I did a little online research,
you've gotten some great reviews. After all, when the
San
Diego Weekend
calls you one of
the top five DJ's in the area, and that we should catch your act now
before you are snatched up into LA or New York, I figured I couldn't
go wrong. I was right."

"Well, thanks," Renee replied, feeling her face flush. She
was glad for her dark skin tone in times like this, it hid blushing
very well. "But that was just the mainline set. I get to really
show off the next two sets. You going to stick around? I mean, you
must have work tomorrow, and banker's hours and all."

Grady gave her a small, confident smile and shook his head. "I'm
the owner, I think I can call for a long weekend if I want to.
Besides, I have a very good executive assistant who can probably run
the whole company better than I can. I wouldn't miss these other sets
for the world. Can I ask, will you be back here after the other
sets?"

"Sure, I normally take my breaks back here. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. I look forward to the other sets."

Motivated by knowing Grady was watching, Renee's second set went
even better than her first. As she mixed and revamped her songs, she
kept an eye on Grady, whose presence, more than ever, was magnetic to
every attractive woman in the crowd. The first set always had
professionals and couples who were out for a night on the town, which
while fun meant they were somewhat restrained. By the second set
however, most of the working professionals had gone home, and the
crowd was younger, wilder, and mostly single. With serious party
people in the audience, Renee had to respond with even more, driving
the tempos in both directions. It was her specialty, she felt,
knowing when to take it into a electronic dance frenzy, and when to
take it down into something bass heavy and sensual. She thought some
of the beats and tones she used bordered on erotic, which is exactly
where she wanted to keep it. While she hadn't felt much action over
the past few months, that didn't mean she didn't understand the need
for the people in the audience to find that sexual release, or to
bring people together.

As the songs went on, she saw more and more bodies touching, skin
brushing skin as hands went under shirts or legs came into contact
with one another. Still she noticed, Grady Voelker kept pretty much
to himself, dismissing most of the women who came his way with a
polite yet firm refusal. She even saw a couple of the regulars, girls
who were cheerleaders for the San Diego State squad hit on him, and
he just shook his head with his smile and turned them away. It was
both interesting and surprising. She wondered if she had read him all
wrong, and perhaps Grady was gay? She'd never seen a man have so many
high quality women practically throw themselves at his feet and not
pick up at least one or two for later.

She was so wrapped up in wondering about Grady Voelker that she lost
track of time. Usually, she used the last ten minutes of her second
set to bring the sexual tones out and take it back into a lighter,
more casual mix for a general party. However, she was surprised when
her clock said she had only three minutes left on her second set.
Figuring to just go with it, she took the sensuality to a whole other
level, one she usually reserved for the few private parties she had
played where clothes normally ended up on the floor before the last
song was completed. When the last note played and the lights came up,
more than a few bodies were crushed together in foreplay on the
floor. "Well, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me,"
she joked as the crowd gathered itself. There wasn't as much applause
this time, but instead a hunger, an appreciative look in their eyes
that told her most of the group was too distracted to worry about
polite applause. She wondered how much the club would clear out for
her third set, and how many couples would wake up the next morning in
unfamiliar beds. "Give me ten minutes, and we'll have the last
session of Litezout."

In the back, the manager was waiting for her again with another
drink. "Holy hell woman, you trying to get people naked on my
floor or something?" he asked, half upset and half aroused.
"Horny customers don't stay and drink."

"Sorry, I just ran with it and lost track of time," Renee
admitted. "Look at it this way though, if a few lucky people hit
it off, they'll be back next time they want some luck."

"I'm just glad Marines are working tomorrow, and Miramar is
flying," the manager replied. "If we'd had fifty Top Gun
guys up in here, there'd have been more sex than I could cover and
keep our business license. You bottle that up and sell it in a drink
form, and those beats would put Viagra out of business."

"Like I said, sorry. At least the third set should be easier.
More pure party, less freaky deaky."

"Oh, I don't know, I liked the freaky deaky," Grady said
from the doorway. The manager looked up, thought about saying
something, and decided against it. "By the way, I just bought
your entire club a round of whatever they want, on me. Think your
bartender can get me the bill?"

"Of course, Mr. Voelker," the manager said, his mood
brightening. "Ah, no offense, but can we settle it at the end of
the night?"

"Settle it now," Grady replied, fishing out his wallet and
handing the manager an American Express Black card. "I'm sure
you can run this for whatever it needs."

The manager and Renee's eyes grew wide as the black titanium card
glimmered in the light. Renee had heard about the card, anyone who
had listened to enough hip hop had heard everyone from Kanye West to
Nikki Minaj mention it. But she'd never seen one before. The manager
handled it like it was a holy relic, and nodded. "Okay, sir.
I'll have this back to you within five minutes."

"No rush," Grady said with a smile. "I'm sticking
around for the third set. Just bring the slip back here after the
third Litezout set, and I'll be happy to sign it along with a healthy
tip for your staff."

The manager nodded and almost stumbled away, still carrying the card
in two hands like it was made of precious metal. Grady watched him
go, then shook his head and turned back to Renee. "I know this
sounds a bit strange, but I don't really understand it. It's a credit
card. You swipe it the same way you swipe any other card in the
world."

"True, but any other card in the world can't exactly run up a
ten thousand dollar bill or more without the company even batting an
eye," Renee replied. "Hell, my credit card company freaks
out if I put more than a hundred bucks on it at one time."

Grady nodded, and looked a bit chagrined. "Sorry, guess I
didn't think about that part. But it's just easier and safer than
carrying around that much cash. And in my opinion, looks a lot less
pretentious. Only pimps, gangsters and wanna be moguls carry around
thick wads of cash that big any more. Oh, and drug dealers. I'm not
any of those."

Renee laughed in spite of herself. "Well, at least you said
you'd stick around through the third set. Thanks for that."

"After that dynamite second set? How could I not? That was just
pure awesomeness, and I couldn't believe how great you looked up
there behind the table. You really looked at home, and more
comfortable than you did all day on Monday."

"Well, despite the outward appearance, corsets and steampunk
are a lot more comfortable than wool suits. In fact, I think all bank
executives should be rocking a top hat and goggles nowadays. Adds
that sort of blend between professional and kickass." Renee
tapped her own pair, which were currently resting on her forehead.
"You'd probably look good in a pair."

"I might, but goggles aren't really my thing," he replied,
coming closer and tapping at the lenses. "Tell me, in that dark
room, how do you see anything with those ruby red lenses?"

She could feel his presence within arms length, and fought to
control her breathing. "Well," she said, resisting the urge
to run her hand over his torso, which she could see from the slightly
sweat dampened fabric of his shirt was impressively muscular, the way
it clung to his skin, "the biggest thing is that my equipment is
really bright. I mean, my laptop that runs a lot of it is kept at
full brightness, and most of my controls and stuff are also lit up. I
do admit it's sometimes hard to see out in the crowd, although Bang
Bang does a pretty good job of keeping the lighting where I can read
the crowd well. You've been pretty visible out there, by the way. You
turn away any more hot women, and the society pages are going to be
buzzing with rumors about you tomorrow."

"Oh, you've been keeping an eye on me then?" he teased,
smiling down at her. She felt heat flush her face again and looked
down, only to feel his fingers on her chin. She lifted her eyes, to
see him smiling at her, pleased. "Well then, I guess we have
more to talk about. But I think your break time is almost up. Can I
catch you back here after the last set?"

Renee was almost too stunned to reply. Grady Voelker was hitting on
her? "Yeah, for sure. Listen, Grady.... uh...."

"Later. Get out on stage, and show me what you can really do.
I'm interested in hearing your Asian and American remix skills."
Grady turned and left the back hallway, and Renee had to take a few
moments to gather her wits. Chugging the last half of her bottle of
water, she made her way out to the stage, and settled in behind her
equipment again.

The manager had been right, the drop-off from the second set was
bigger than normal, but not as big as she expected. Her reputation as
a DJ was growing, and she could see more than a few people in the
crowd who she recognized from other shows she'd done. It felt strange
to know she was getting real fans, while at the same time pleasing
her. "All right all, Litezout comes back at you with a Bang Bang
special. Here's one that I just mixed and tweaked for you all, a
little bit of Europe, America and Asia coming at you."

The two songs were actually a bit old, but the combination was brand
new as she blended Swedish house music with Vietnamese dance pop. The
result was innovative and daring, and she could tell the crowd ate it
up. The set flew, as she led the crowd on a high energy dance mix
that toured the world, never letting songs from the same country
repeat. Brazil blended with Japan which transitioned into Korea and
Russia, before American hip-hop married to Chinese C-pop and carried
the rest of the show. The beats flowed well as languages flowed and
lifted, most of the lyrics totally incomprehensible to most of those
in attendance but nobody caring. When the final lights came up and
Renee pulled her goggles off, her face ran with sweat, and the crowd
roared. In the back, by the bar, she could see Grady Voelker standing
on a barstool clapping as hard as he could, leading the cheers and
starting a call for an encore. The cry swept the crowd, and Renee
felt tears come to her eyes. No crowd had ever called for her to
encore before. Finally, she held her hands up and the group quieted
down a bit. "Okay guys, uhh.... wow. Okay, I've got one that it
totally new, I've never even tried it out before, but since you all
have given me so much love, I'll see what I can do for you."