I was absolutely loving life at the moment. Despite starting yesterday frustrated and annoyed I had turned it into a spectacular day with what I had done to Joanna. The performance had been brilliant; well at the very least I had been amazing. She seemed to have been distracted and off her game, making more than a few flubs throughout the piece. And when I turned around to walk off the stage I could see my cum dripping down her leg exposed for the whole audience to see.
When we both got off stage Joanna's mask slipped and a tear began rolling down her face. Once she'd put her violin away I walked over to her and held her hands making it seem as if I was trying to comfort her.
"Don't worry Joanna, you'll be fine. I know it's hard to admit that you're no better than all the other sluts but that's the truth."
I placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up to me. I leant my head down, bringing my lips close to hers but just before we kissed I spun her around. In a quick motion I flipped up her skirt and spanked her hard loving the moan that escaped her lips. And then, with her just a little more broken I left her there all alone.
Going into the weekend I didn't have any solid plans. I'm sure I could've hit up any number of the girls that I had broken over the last few years, if I played my cards right I could have had Joanna begging for more the very next day but it just didn't appeal to me right now. I was on a high from Ailsa and Joanna and wanted more. I wanted a new victim.
My hopes were raised when a message came through on my phone, but it turned out that was just a church that needed help with the music for their Sunday service. I said yes, I might as well as my eternal soul needed all the help it could get. Not that I believed in that but it couldn't hurt.
Still that left me with no solid plans for most of the weekend and certainly nothing that guaranteed a new victim. I was about to give up and ran through my mind who I might hit up to keep me entertained when another message came through that gave me hope.
Someone needed my help. That was always a fun start for something like this. Specifically a girl named Alexandra wanted my help to learn her part in a show that she was in. When I first read her message I was a little surprised. I knew of her, she was friends with a lot of people who did music, but as far as I was aware she didn't sing. She had acted a lot in various student plays in the last couple of years and was very good but had not shown any indication that her talents extended into the musical realm.
Some of my confusion was put to rest when Alexandra sent another message saying this was her first time doing a musical and she realised she was a little out of her depth. Now my mind was racing with possibilities, if she had no idea what she was doing when it came to singing then I could have a lot of fun with her tomorrow. I booked a practice room on the top floor for us and told her when and where to meet me offering not only to help with learning the notes but also giving her a few basic singing technique lessons at the same time.
I had spent the night thinking about what I wanted to do with her and those thoughts were running through my head even now as I hurried along to the practice room. From what I could remember Alexandra was tall and skinny, almost with a model physique. I had mostly only ever seen her in costume on stage and wasn't really sure if her confidence was real or just something she put on whilst performing but I was about to find out.
Arriving a little late I burst through the door to see Alexandra setting up. I get a better sense of her personality just from what she's chosen to wear today. On the top she's wearing a crop top and a short leather jacket which has the effect of showing off her incredibly toned midriff. She has however opted to pair it up with a long skirt that flows out and comes down to her ankles.
"Good morning Alexandra, what shall we get started on first? A bit of note bashing or some tips and tricks for singing technique?" I thought I'd get straight to work, no point wasting time when I'm already late.
Alexandra looks back at me, seemingly just as keen to get down to business. There's a determination in her gorgeous pale blue eyes when she responds. "Absolutely. Let's get the note bashing out of the way first before moving onto the technique."
What follows is an incredibly tedious thirty minutes. It takes forever to teach her anything. She can sing fine when I'm playing her line along with her but the moment I play what she'll be singing to in the show it goes wrong. The one silver lining is that I picked the perfect room for this. Most rooms just have a tacky upright piano pushed up against the wall. Doing this work in one of those rooms would have been torture, but thankfully I had the good sense to pick this room which has a baby grand piano in the middle of the room and plenty of space. That means that the whole time instead of staring at a wall I have the lovely view of Alexandra's slim body and her gorgeous face framed by her shoulder length hazel hair tied back into a ponytail.
Eventually after getting a little frustrated a let out a sigh and stand up from the piano stool. "I know you wanted to get all your lines learnt first but are you ok if we take a little break? Maybe things will slot into place once you come back to it refreshed?" I walk over to one of the windows and push it open to get some fresh air in. "Let's get started on some singing technique and just cool off for a bit."
