Grace Chan was in a very happy mood. Her goal to become a successful female rocker was going along nicely. Her best friend and sometimes-playmate Hiromi had gotten them a gig at "The Club" playing some kind of exclusive party. She couldn't wait to break out her new guitar and strut her stuff. Being on stage and having an audience watch their all-girl band,
The Azianz
always gave Grace a real rush. The Grace of 8 years ago wouldn't have recognized the self-confident, sexy rock chick of today. Hiromi was being considered for membership in The Club, Grace knew, if they did well, it would cinch the deal. Grace didn't see what the big deal was, but Hiromi seemed really jazzed up about it and she'd always been a true friend to Grace, so she was determined to do a good job and really shine.
All her life, Grace had considered herself an ugly duckling. By the age of 12, she was already 5'8" and had not yet attained her full height of 5'10". She was odd looking and gawky, she wore braces on her teeth. No one paid much attention to Grace, so she immersed herself in her studies and became a Straight-A student. She had an early fascination with music and could play 3 instruments by the time she was 10, guitar, trumpet and piano. Her parents encouraged the piano, it was more feminine and ladylike, but Grace wanted to be a hot Rock Chick.
At 16, that goal seemed much more attainable. Everything changed. The braces came off, the boobs came out, she grew her hair long, she switched to miniskirts and heels. She was still a superlative student, but now she was a
hot
Straight-A student. She even caught a few teachers checking out her legs and butt and she figured "Let 'em look, it won't hurt and it'll help keep my grades up!"
Grace had always believed in setting goals, her parents had instilled that in her at an early age. She was determined to graduate with honors so that she could obtain a scholarship, then she could continue to use the money from her part-time modeling job to keep buying new clothes and sexy lingerie, some of which she could wear on stage. Another goal involved someone Grace had her eye on. Someone she wanted to fuck. Her music teacher, Alex Rogers, was built like a Greek God and Grace wanted to feel him fucking the hell out of her before she went off to college, just once. That was goal number Two, to fuck Alex, at least once. None of the boys she'd screwed measured up to him, in her opinion, Alex was the ultimate.
A few weeks before graduation, Grace learned she was indeed to graduate with honors, and had, in fact, been named Valedictorian. Grace was elated. One goal down, one to go.
The eighteen-year old had Goal Two in plain sight. She was going to make it happen and concocted one of the naughtiest, perviest plans imaginable. Grace's part-time job was
nude
modeling. Horny men paid good money to practice photography, taking photos of her naked, golden body from every angle. She struck a deal with Lenny, one of the more talented photographers. He would get one free session with her in exchange for a favor she wanted from him. Lenny was all for it, so Grace set about putting her devious little scheme into action.
On the last day of school, when almost everyone had gone to begin the summer vacations, Grace walked into Alex's classroom. She was dressed for success, high heels clicking on the tile floor. Alex was tidying up the room, putting instruments away, no one else was around.
Good
. She was pleased that the room was semi-soundproofed; she planned to make a fair amount of noise. She locked the door behind her and strolled over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He didn't fit the stereotypical picture of a music teacher, long blonde hair, broad-shouldered, tall and an engaging personality.
"Oh -- heya Grace, it's nice to see you. Congratulations on your being named Valedictorian, you deserve it. You worked very hard, it's quite an achievement."
