The Studio Ch. 03

Piano Piece

Luke's reputation for refining women via various physical activities caught the attention of a local Gentleman's Club Owner. He needed to evolve his cadre of aging performers who were losing their younger athletic abilities and exceeding their shelf life as pole dancing strippers. He didn't want to kick them out after years of loyal service. He thought their usefulness might be revived with shows that would be appreciated by his more sedate, distinguished clientele, a side gig of special gentleman club stage presentations.

Luke took up the challenge, interviewing and test fucking a few until he discovered one with a special skill that he thought could be exploited to her career benefit. After a few weeks, he decided she was ready for an initial public recital and made the arrangements with the club owner for a preview performance. He joined the owner and a few selected gentlemen regulars as the audience and judges of the tryout.

The curtains opened to an unoccupied stage, the only props being a grand piano and its bench. The spot light focused on the back curtain, which split apart for the entertainer's entrance.

She appeared through the gap and sauntered onto the stage. Her initial image combined a glittery green bodycon gown, her blond hair coiffed in a French bun, and gold hoop earrings that dappled the spot light. Her face was cosmetically prim but half hidden by a masquerade-style eye covering, obscuring her identity.

She turned sideways; the profile view hinted at the backless style of the dress, open down to the top curve of her ass. The dress was held up by the front panels' shoulder strap, clasped behind her neck.

She leaned over to adjust the player's bench; her ass round and inviting. She righted herself after adjusting the seat and sidled around to sit. Her hands extended to the keyboard, and her fingers began a classical piano piece.

The overhead big screen displayed the 3-panel closeups of her head and body, two from the sides and a full frontal. She swayed to the music, her hands moving gracefully over the ivory keys, her loose breasts leaning side to side beneath the gown. Her musical adeptness was surprisingly superb, developed by a youth-time regimen of piano lessons.

From the side stage left, a tuxedoed bouncer, generously volunteering his time for the performance, entered and moved behind her, his hands resting on her bare shoulders. She played on, ignoring his presence. His fingers rose to brush her exposed neck below the bun top hairdo. He took leave to play a moment with her gold hoop earrings, all the while recorded by the cameras on the big screens.

He moved to the dress strap and worked to release the catches. He gently pushed the bodice panels off her shoulders and peeled them down to expose her breasts with the makeup color-enhanced nipple disks. The crowd made a collective groan of approval, viewing them in profile from their audience seats and from her front on the big screen. Despite her middle age, the round womanly orbs were still youthfully resilient, effectively resisting years of gravity. They swayed gently on her chest as her fingers ranged up and down the keyboard. She hadn't paused her musical recital during any of the undressing.

The bouncer stepped back and released his cock. It was long, evident even from a distance. She was approaching the concerto's final crescendo, a quick tempo flourish of notes that shook her body and tits. With a final pound of fingers on the keyboard, the piece was over. She lowered her hands to her lap as the men applauded the unique musical striping routine.

Perceiving the whistles as calls for more of the sexy accomplishment, she turned to the audience and rose, bending forward in a bow of thanks for their accolades. Her tits hung down and swayed as she made three separate bows while the clapping continued unabated.

Returning to her piano seat, she faced away from the keyboard, her hands resting in her lap. He levered up his cock to her face level. She leaned in, kissing the next instrument of her many-faceted performances tonight. Opening wide, she swallowed his long meat tube in one long slide.

The cameras repositioned, moving now to capture the next act of the performance, still displaying three different views: one showed an overall view, one showed a sideview of her tits and the third a closeup of her lips sliding up and down on the erection.

She pivoted her body at her waist, her hands remaining in her lap. Her tits trembled with each waver. On the inward thrust, she gave a few extra beats on his deepthroated tip.

The action went on and on, but did not culminate. She backed off, and he helped her to stand. He didn't hesitate to push down the dress to completely expose her naked body. He twisted the piano bench a quarter turn and placed her ass on the edge, laying her back, her legs spread apart on either side of the pedestal. She braced her high heels against the floor, her bare back filling the length of the bench, letting her head hang over the far edge. Her boobs were mounds of delight on her chest. The cameras caught every move and displayed the details for the audience.

The lucky bouncer volunteer elevated her knees to his shoulders; his cock waggled between her thighs as he shuffled forward. Anticipating his next move, her hands gripped the bench at her sides and held on when he slid his cock between her nether lips and pushed in deep. She wiggled her ass and head during the run in. He began cycling the strokes, wavering her body, shivering her boobs, despite her hand grips and legs ankle-locked behind his head.

It went on for a while but didn't find its completion. He withdrew and lowered her legs. Moving forward, he straddled the naked female's body on the bench. His erection draped its slipperiness between her tits. She felt the wet skin plop in place, and she assisted by using her hands to press the sides. He slithered back and forth in the mammary tunnel.

Needing more arousal, he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair bun, wrenching her head up so she can see the cock tip pop out and retreat through the skin crevasse. She was stoic at the rough treatment until at last he halted full forward. The cock tip erupted and ropes of spunk peppered her face, all of it captured by the hidden cameras and displayed for the audience. Six spurts later, he finished his spew, shaking the last bits of sperm off his cock tip onto her tits.

But, always the gentleman, he lent her a hand to rise, the goo dripping off her face into her cleavage. It was another series of bows to the appreciative viewers, her spunk tainted tits again swaying to her bending poses of gratitude. Hand in hand, the artistic couple left the stage, and the lights dimmed.

The ceiling speakers announced that the edited record of tonight's performance would be on sale next week after the next VIP show.

The owner took Luke to his office and signed for additional pieces of training for his older strippers. Luke assured him that he would do his best to create more artistic possibilities. Meanwhile, the owner offered Luke a complimentary room upstairs. Therein, he found the piano-playing lady eager to thank Luke for boosting her endangered career. She stripped off the re-donned dress and recreated the downstairs performance in the privacy of the suite. Luke left the next day, fully appreciative of her sexual performing arts and the others he was contracted to replicate with the beautiful bevy of the club owner's employees.

Tango

Luke cooled his heels in the dance room of the Studios. He was dressed in men's dancer clothes, awaiting his dance student. She had insisted on practicing the tango, and Luke, a quick learner, had studied the steps and mastered the basics.

This was his fourth session with Fanny Bowles, the second trophy wife of old man Bowles, a scion in the oil refinery business. She had been his secretary, a follow-up to his previous secretary who had become his first wife. He had fucked Fanny in his office during his first marriage, much as he had fucked his first wife/secretary before Fanny. A divorce and another marriage had given her his name, if not his deep affections. She suspected he was dallying with his new, younger, very personal assistant. The old dog hadn't learned any new tricks.

But what could she say, or do?

You reap what you sow. Let him be him. Her refuge would be a boy toy of her own. And she had found her match.

Carlos was an exotic dancer at the local women's watering hole. His ass never stopped shaking when he danced for the ladies in his package-packed Speedo. It was reputed he liked tango dancers, and she meant to gain that skill to entice that celebrated cock to her.

Madge popped her head through the open door.

"She's ready. More than a little resistant to her dance apparel, but I told her you insisted. So, she's here for her advanced lesson."

Luke stood tall, in his black slacks and muscle shirt, the preferred costume of a true tango gentleman. The previous three lessons had been hand positions, basic steps, and other tango techniques. The dance outfits had been staid at first, barely more than casual street clothes. But Madge and Luke had encouraged her into flirtier styles. She wanted Carlos's attention, right?

Today was the full-blown dress rehearsal, and Luke had selected the perfect dress for this culminating run-through.

Fanny tramped through the open door, her expression something between an angry scowl and a frightened debutant. Her dark hair was coiffed in a bun, her face was tinted with dark stage-worthy makeup, accompanied by glittering diamond earrings.

But it was the dress that was the cause of her ire. The black silk dress was scandalous: a tight bandeau boosting her prodigious buxom, a double split leg skirt with the slits ending at the waist band. Her thighs flashed with each step on her dancer heels.

Luke stood at mid-room, taking in the sexy view. Fanny stomped one high-heeled foot in protest.

"Why can't I wear panties? I feel almost naked."

'That's pretty much the idea,' thought Luke. But he gave her a bright smile and held his hands out, the pose of someone presenting their masterpiece.

"Mrs. Bowles, you asked me to create the image of a woman who would capture Carlos's heart. This is perfect. The shortest way to man's heart is through his cock and you look fabulous in that regard."

Her scowl softened at the thought of Carlos's cock. She could already feel the moisture in her pussy at the mental image.

"Well, I guess I can try. Okay, let's practice."

Luke held his hands in a dance pose, and she stepped to him, pressing her body to his in a typical tango hold.

He pulled her in, a tight hug and hold, and, as the music started, propelling her across the room, her legs barely touching the floor. They turned and tilted; her boobs pressed to his chest. When he bent her back, her bare thighs slipped through the dress slots and slid up his pants. It flashed her whole leg, the scene captured by the hidden cameras filming the episode.

This was a quixotic moment for her, controlled by a powerful and graceful man. She felt her fretfulness at the sexy display allay, her mood lightening. She also felt her bandeau sliding down. Her tits were exposed; her nipples uncovered. Not only had Madge disallowed panties, but she had painted her nipples with rouge, enhancing their diameter and color. Fanny remembered the excessive care Madge had shown to the task, appearing very proud of arousing the nubs of the other woman's mammary globes.

She wanted to step back from Luke and adjust her top, but he continued to dance, and she didn't care to stop. She would fix things up when the music ended.

The dress skirt panels were slipping aside as they pranced. She felt something between her thighs; it dawned on her that it was his erection, bumping up against her vulva. He hadn't handled his groin; he must be commando, sans boxers, and his fly had been unzipped all during their dance.

He had left the center of the floor and approached the edge, still stepping to the tango beat. The song was concluding, and as the last notes reverberated, he slammed her back against the wall.

His hands grasped her shoulders, pressing them firmly. His lips descended to suckle her nipples, one and then the other. He rose from that task, held her in an eye lock, and pressed her hips with his. She was shocked at his boldness and protested his actions.

"Luke, what are you doing?"

"Call me Carlos. Think about Carlos. This is what you want from Carlos. It is a dress rehearsal after all."

He sawed his exposed hard cock against her pussy lips. She struggled to release his grip on her body. The movements only aided his intent and she felt his knob poke against her labia lips. A small jiggle had his tip penetrating her nether orifice.

"Please, no... not like this..."

"It's what Carlos would want. Let yourself go. Say his name."

Defeated by her base desires, she babbled in acquiescence. Luke's shaft slid further up into her cunt.

"Carlos... Carlos... Carlos..."

Luke drove his cock upward, spearing the wanton woman. He drew back and began the deep individual thrusts accompanied by his verbal abuse, lighting up her rape fantasy.

"Take that, you whore... you fucking cunt... you cock hole..." and more.

He sensed she was building towards her release, and he monitored her breathing and moans. She was hanging on his neck and shoulders, and he felt her tension transmitted through her fidgeting fingers. As she broke over the crest, he forced his ejaculation.

"Yeah, take it... take it all, you cum dump..."

She shrieked out her ecstasy, and her body shook in his arms as his balls pulsed out their juice.

He held her as she collapsed, letting his sticky cock withdraw as she gently slid to the floor, her tits out, her legs splayed, and her dress askew. Madge appeared and shooed Luke away, kneeling by the whimpering woman.

"Are you okay, dear?"

She spoke broken phrases through the sobs.

"Yes... yes... that was so good..."

"Now you know what Carlos will want. And you're ready to give it to him."

"Yes..."

"Let's get you cleaned up and on your way."

Fanny made to rise, but Madge backed her gently down. She flipped aside the dress panels and pushed her face to Fanny's bare and soiled cunt. Her tongue licked up the sperm dribbles, weeping from the pink crevasse. She suctioned her lips there, trying to extract any lingering dregs inside. She gave a few extra tongue laps and then pursed her lips, sucking hard on Fanny's clitoris. The worn-out dance student shrieked again, shaking her hips as Madge drew out another orgasm.

Fanny was almost delirious with ecstasy. She slumped in a half-seated, half-reclined bundle of lethargy. Madge rose, chin damp with pussy juice and male sperm, and helped the fucked-out student to her feet.

Mrs. Fanny Bowles, second wife of Mr. Bowles and seeker of furtive adventures outside the marriage, stumbled from the dance studio, supported by Madge. She was a very satisfied patron of Luke's alternative tango classes.