Empty theater hall. Ancient stones whisper. Piano center stage. Fingers fly. Warm-up notes echo. Heart pounds. Then footsteps. Antoine enters. Tall, dark, green eyes piercing. Moa beside him. Indonesian goddess. Tight jeans hug her perfect ass. T-shirt clings to perky pear tits. Rehearsal ignites. My intro races. Cello moans. His baritone voice pure fire. Duo weaves magic. Tears streak my cheeks. Talent pulses. Sensitivity binds us.
Three hours blur. Precision sharp, kindness flows. Tomorrow, train to the tour. Adrenaline builds.
The Mutation
Train station. Hugs tight. Hotel surprise: two rooms only. They share. Jealousy stings. But concert looms. Massive hall. Thousand seats. Soundcheck hums. Dinner fuels. Dressing room. Two loges. Moa and me. Tension coils. I pace. She strips. Tank off. Tits point. Jeans slide down. White cotton panties. She drops them. Nude perfection. Smiles wicked. Grabs her white leather dress.
I strip fast. Black velvet hugs curves. Mirror shocks: sexy brunette bombshell stares back. Moa approaches. ‘No panty lines.’ Kneels. Hands up my thighs. Under dress. Hooks my thong. Pulls slow. Brushes pussy. Intentional. I flood wet. Drips down legs. She licks trails up. Tongue hits clit. Gasp escapes. Sucks tender. Fire explodes. Nipples harden through fabric. I shatter. Scream joy. She rises. Kiss deep. Hand rubs my soaked slit through dress.
Lights call. We slip backstage. She vanishes into spotlight. I follow, dazed. Applause roars. Seats fill. Piano intro surges. Fingers blaze. Emotions pour. Cello cries. His voice commands. Jealousy fuels keys. Their duet seduces. My music intervenes. Passion clashes. Eyes lock. Instruments fuck air. Thunderous ovation. Standing crowd craves more.
Curtain drops. Antoine grabs me. Hugs crush. Cock hard against belly. Scent intoxicates. I drop. Yank pants. Gray briefs bulge. Free thick cock. Swallow deep. First time. Throat owns it. He groans. ‘Curtain!’ Crowd murmurs feet away. Moa strips. Presses tits to his back. Unbuttons shirt.
The Exploit
Backstage shadows. Power surges. I command. ‘Fuck me, Antoine. Now.’ Floor cold. Dress hikes. He thrusts in. Fills raw. Gentle then savage. Like his song. Ecstasy rips. On knees. Doggy. Curtain parts. Empty hall stares. Moa plays cello. Melody amps orgasm. I howl. Collapse.
Moa claims him. Sits him. Straddles reverse. I piano throne. Fingers slow. She rides. Builds rhythm. I match. Accelerate. Crescendo hammers. Moans crescendo. Her glare? Fuck it. Faster. Harder. They break. Screams peak. Fortissimo orgasm. Mine explodes.
Antoine rises. Hands join. Moa on me. Tongue dives pussy. Fingers probe ass, cunt. I taste her back. Flames rage. Double climax. He sprays cum on tits. Hot ropes bind us.
‘Dames, bed time. Big day tomorrow.’ Mask slips back. Secret burns inside. Stronger. Unbreakable. Daily heroine. Night beast owns the shadows.