The DJ's BJ: Horror

She was crouched behind the DJ booth giving the DJ a BJ when Death came clubbing. She heard the weird harmonics entering the music and wondered if Dylon was trying something new--she'd been lounging in his apartment, as the girlfriend of a DJ might during the off-shift from her waitressing job, and she hadn't heard anything quite like it. She couldn't deny that it caught and grabbed your attention, but she wouldn't have called it exactly enjoyable. Dylon seemed to be enjoying it, though, or so she thought at the time as his hips started to shake. She picked up the tempo, thinking that he was going to owe her big-time for this, and he better have been telling the truth when he said she was the only girl who ever agreed to do it, because wasn't that the important thing? Becoming "the only girl"? Then he fell over, so fast that she barely opened her mouth in time to keep from Bobbitting him. Not that he would have cared, she realized, as he convulsed on the floor, foam pouring from his mouth and ears and eyes.


Inspiration: "Clubbed to Death (Kurayamino Variation)" - Rob Dougan
Story potential: High.
Notes: I like the opening, but it's crass enough to be a significant style change and it might be difficult to maintain that over the long run while keeping her sympathetic and fully getting the plot. OTOH, attacking monsters/aliens/DEATH! Sole survivor!