I call myself a piano teacher, that is my job title after all, but I do so much more than that. And that means that I'm not limited to only fucking my students. Wouldn't the world be such a boring place if I was? See the university like to get their money's worth with me and so almost every single week I am loaded up with extra responsibilities on top of my teaching job. And this week is no different.
In fact, the very afternoon after Ailsa's lesson I got an email asking me to take on one of those duties. This time they needed last minute help for a lunchtime student concert. Apparently one of the soloists had picked a piece and hadn't been able to organise an accompanist who was able to play it. Within a couple of minutes, I had the details sent across and understood how this happened. The violinist was supposed to be playing Schubert's Rondo Brilliante in B minor, a piece that is both notoriously difficult for both performers.
I also knew from that who I was going to playing for. There is only one student with that level of need to show off even for the most mundane concert. It had to be Joanna, she was starting her second year and spent her first year doing everything she could to make a name for herself as the best violinist here. This had the effect of pissing off nearly every single other in the university as she forced her way into their opportunities and their lead roles.
It seems that I had been lucky, apart from meeting her in passing I hadn't had to deal with her until now. In those few interactions I had gotten the impression that she didn't like me for whatever reason and was just an unfortunate combination of arrogant and ambitious that rubbed people the wrong way. The most important thing that I had noted during those interactions was how good her ass looked whenever she walked away. Every time I had seen her around, she always seemed to be wearing tight jeans that were practically begging people to look at her ass or dresses and skirts that are both tight enough and short enough that they leave nothing to the imagination.
All I knew was I required to learn this overnight ready to perform the next day. And to add on to it I had to work with a soloist who didn't appear to like me and would demand perfection so that she could show off. I guess I couldn't complain too much on that last point as I enjoyed showing off just as much myself. But it didn't make the hours practising that evening any more pleasant.
And so, whilst I was practising that evening my mind quickly drifted to thoughts of what I could do to make this experience worth it. I found myself thinking about what she was going to look like in her concert outfit, how she was going to use the all black dress code to highlight her ass. And of course, I imagined pinning her down and fucking her, hearing her beg for more despite how much she hated me.
That is how I find myself backstage just before the concert putting the finishing touches to my part before Joanna was to arrive. Right now, I'm thinking back on those events that led to me being here right now as I play through one last time. That is when she walks in, or rather marches in. She doesn't knock, she doesn't acknowledge me, she just storms through the room and gets her violin out ready to play. She's behind me and out of sight before I even lift my head to look at her and interrupts my practice by starting to tune her violin.
I stop my playing and turn towards Joanna getting ready to ask what her problem is, but she just raises her hand in a stop motion. I'm in too much shock to come up with a response just sitting in silence as she finishes tuning. It does give me time to look at what she's wearing, And what she is wearing is stunning. It is toeing the dangerous line between being classy and just being downright slutty and scandalous. It is a black dress that the top half looks like it belongs on a ballgown. A stylish cut that shows an awful lot of cleavage whilst still being firmly on the side of classy. The outfit veers dangerously close to scandalous when looking at the length of the dress. It stops very much above the knee and she isn't wearing any tights or stockings either. I don't even need to wait for her to turn around to know that somehow the dress will be styled so that you can appreciate her ass. But where the outfit is outright slutty is in the heels that she has paired it with. Normally I would tower over Joanna at 6' to her 5'2" frame but in those heels she is a lot closer to my height.
When Joanna finishes tuning, she puts her hand down and launches into a tirade against me. Once again I'm caught off guard and just sit as she almost shouts at me.
"Let's get one thing clear Charlie. I don't like you. I didn't want to have to work with you, but it turns out you're my only choice. I just want to get this done with the least amount of pain possible."
I get my act together and start to formulate a response, but it turns out that Joanna hasn't finished, instead she just seemed to be getting started.
"I know your game. I've spent the last year listening to your various students; your victims as many of them are my friends. I've listened as they've poured their hearts to me afterwards, in tears after what you've put them through. I've had to listen as the next day they come back waxing poetic about how good it felt getting fucked by you. You keep breaking these girls for your own pleasure and not caring for a moment what the consequences are. Not even last night I had to listen to Ailsa; a fresher who has only been here at the university two weeks tell me how you fucked her as she begged you not to and how she loved every second of it. So we're going to work together for the next hour, get this performance done and then never interact again. You're not going to talk to me during this time, you are not going to touch me and you most certainly not going to fuck me no matter what you might think. You're a vile man and every second that I have to spend in a room with you is too long."
When Joanna finishes the rant I wait a second to see if it truly is over or if she is taking a breath. Once it is clear that she's done and is clearly just waiting for me to turn round and get back to playing at her direction. But I don't. Instead I take a long moment to look her up and down. I'm not subtle about it and I take my time drinking in every inch of her body. The way that her jet-black hair falls to her shoulders and matches the colour of her dress. I look into her sky blue eyes as a look of rage turns into one of indignation as I don't do what she expects. I take a look at her tits, spilling out of her dress and clearly not encased in a bra. I let my eyes wonder down her body, her petite, tight body, covered by that thin layer of fabric mentally undressing her and imagining what she's going to look like underneath, because I will be seeing what is underneath. I slowly let my gaze go down her bare legs before reaching her hell clad feet. Then once I'm there I make the return journey taking it all in again before settling my gaze on her eyes.
I take a breath to compose myself before responding. Just like she did, I hold up my own hand to indicate it is her time to shut up. "Joanna. You seem like the kind of person who has never been told no. Talented enough that all your teachers were willing to put up with your bullshit and arrogant enough to believe that no one complained about you because you are such a good person. But you're not. You're talented I'll give you that, but you need to be put in your place because no amount of talent can make up for your disgusting personality."
I stand up from the piano and walk over to the door locking it before finishing my point. Joanna is far too stunned at what I'm saying to mount a response at this point. Once I'm sure that no one will interrupt me I continue my tirade and make good on my fantasising from last night.
"Now I know that neither of us need to spend any time practising before we walk out to perform in 50 minutes so until then I am going to teach you this lesson. Like you just told me, you've heard countless times from others what I'm about to do to you and you know exactly how much you're going to love it. And you're exactly right, I'm doing this solely for my own pleasure. I'm doing this because I love the idea of you standing out on stage with my cum leaking out of you horrified by how much you enjoyed getting fucked like a filthy slut."
