The Naked Piano Player
Copyright© 2026 by jackmarlowe
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Fiona feels attracted to Laura, her piano teacher. She suspects that the teacher may feel the same way about her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Fiction
It was Wednesday evening. Fiona sat down at the piano, adjusting her posture until her spine mirrored the rigid grace Laura demanded, ready to begin the practice she’d been set. Having received significant praise the evening before, she was keen to prepare for next week’s lesson as best she could, wanting very much to feel the weight of that praise again. The practice required this week was clear in her mind and she would make sure she practiced every day without fail, as she had promised Laura she would.
Her mother heard the first few notes ring out and quickly came into the room. “Before you start your practice,” she said, “I wanted to ask you why you’re getting home from your lessons so late. You must have been at Laura Middleton’s place for over two hours last night.”
“I’m not sure if it was that long,” Fiona stopped playing. “But the lesson did run longer than usual.”
“Why was that? We only pay for one hour. It seems odd that you’re getting so much extra tuition without charge.”
“It’s a benefit of having the lessons on Ms. Middleton’s grand piano. As she isn’t spending any time on the journey here, she’s willing to let the lessons run long.”
“She must think you’re very talented to spend so much extra time with you. Or is there another reason?”
Fiona’s pulse stuttered, but she kept her voice steady, aiming for nonchalance. “Sometimes she just wants to get things absolutely right. Playing the grand piano is ... different. Ms. Middleton caught a recurring ghost note in my left-hand phrasing during the Appassionata. She insisted we stay until I could replicate the correct weight ten times in a row without a single error.”
“Ten times? That woman is a taskmaster.”
“She’s a perfectionist. She says that since I’m using her concert grand now, I can’t hide behind the limitations of my upright anymore. She told me that if I want to play like a professional, I have to have the stamina of one.”
Her mother’s voice softened. “I’m just glad she’s taking such a personal interest in your progress.”
“She’s just being thorough. The extra time on the grand piano makes the technical side feel ... less like a struggle.”
“It sounds like she’s doing a really good job. Pushing you to the next level.”
“She is,” said Fiona. “We didn’t stop much last night. I played much more than I struggled.” She paused, then added, “Ms. Middleton said I’m starting to trust myself.” “That’s a good thing to hear,” her mother said. “You must be pleased.” “I am,” Fiona replied. “It feels like things are starting to settle. Like I know where I’m going when I sit down to play.” Her mother nodded, satisfied. “What about that piece you were practicing so much? The one you were really fussing over? How did that go?” “The Satie piece? That went very well. Ms. Middleton was very pleased with me. The practice really paid off, as she said I’d got it just right.” Her mother nodded again. “That’s good. But don’t let her overwork you.” Turning to leave, she added, “Find time for other things, besides piano practice.”
Fiona smiled. “I do practice every day, but I’ve still got plenty of time for other things.” Her mind suddenly filled with visions of the stage performances she’d seen recently, Evelyn and Lila and The Shimmy Sisters. She reveled in the one memory she liked best, Evelyn and Lila’s bodies pressed together at the end of their private show. The image was exhilarating. “I have a wide range of interests,” she called after her mother. “Don’t worry about me.”
Fiona turned to the piano again, but before she resumed playing, she couldn’t help going over the critical part of the conversation she’d had with her mother. She reassured herself that the explanation of why she was spending so much time at Laura’s hadn’t been flimsy. On the contrary, it had sounded plausible and her mother had appeared to be satisfied by it. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She allowed herself a moment to think about why she’d really been at Laura’s for two hours. Her face bore a broad smirk as her mind swept through the one hour piano lesson, in which she had indeed performed Je Te Veux perfectly, and the following one hour bedroom session, which had featured a different kind of performance entirely. She suddenly felt a riot of sensations, picturing herself naked under Laura’s touch, but forced herself to concentrate on her practice and began playing again.
Fiona practiced everything that Laura had mandated, including the latest section of the Appassionata that she’d been asked to focus on and the quick piano solo from In My Life. When she had finally finished her practice for the night, she allowed her thoughts to return to the night before, once more savoring her time in Laura’s bedroom and the intimacy that they’d shared.
She also turned her thoughts to the Saturday ahead. Because she had performed Je Te Veux to Laura’s complete satisfaction, another visit to The Lantern had been agreed. Her mind now filled again with visions of the stage performances she’d seen there recently, Evelyn and Lila and The Shimmy Sisters. She didn’t know who would be dancing this week, but she was sure it would be another great night regardless. Hopefully Evelyn and Lila would be there, even if they weren’t dancing.
Throughout Thursday and Friday, Fiona’s uppermost thought was that Saturday couldn’t come fast enough, though it didn’t distract her from her piano practice. When Saturday did come, she practiced in the afternoon, making sure she was finished in plenty of time to get ready for her evening out.
When she and Laura arrived at The Lantern, the doorman gave them a brief nod of recognition as they entered, and Fiona took it as a sign that she was no longer a newcomer, but someone who belonged there. Inside they found the club busy but not crowded, their usual booth in the corner still available.
As they sat down, Fiona quickly scanned the room for Evelyn and Lila, her pulse quickening at the thought of seeing them again. She wasn’t disappointed, Lila’s long blonde hair making them easy to pick out. They were seated near the stage, Evelyn’s arm around Lila’s shoulders as they spoke to another woman Fiona didn’t recognize.
Laura caught the direction of her gaze and smirked, sliding a hand possessively over Fiona’s thigh beneath the table. “Eyes wandering already,” she murmured, “we’ve only been here a few minutes.” Despite her words, Fiona noticed that Laura’s own glance briefly flicked toward Evelyn and Lila.
“I wondered who was dancing tonight,” said Fiona. “It could be Evelyn or Lila, or perhaps that woman they’re talking to. She could be a performer.”
“You sound as though you can’t wait,” Laura chuckled.
“I just like knowing what to expect,” Fiona said a little defensively, watching Laura’s smirk deepen.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show, whoever’s dancing,” said Laura, still smirking. “You like ogling naked women.”
“I’ve become a big fan of burlesque,” said Fiona, on the defensive again. “It’s the tease I adore.”
“Well, before we discuss it any further, how about we get some cocktails?” said Laura. “Sex on the Beach?”
“Sex on the Beach?” repeated Fiona. “That’s the name of a drink? It sounds like something exotic.”
“I wouldn’t say exotic,” replied Laura. “It’s actually a club staple. But with your kind of vibe.”
With Laura away getting the cocktails, Fiona took her chance to look over at Evelyn and Lila again. She saw Evelyn leaning in to whisper something in Lila’s ear, and then Lila laughing, tossing her hair back. Evelyn then looked up and her gaze flicked across the room, directly at Fiona. Their eyes locked and Evelyn’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. Fiona’s pulse stuttered, only averting her gaze when Laura returned to the booth with their drinks.
Fiona picked up the tall glass she’d been given, the contents having a clearly layered appearance, yellow, orange, pink and red, and looking rather bright even under the club’s dim lighting. Not knowing what the cocktail was made of, she sipped it cautiously, pleasantly surprised to find it sweet and fruity.
She recognized the song being played in the club as My Funny Valentine, a jazz standard. But as it finished, the music shifted into a higher gear, a much brighter rhythm suddenly threading through The Lantern’s low hum of conversation. She didn’t know what the new piece of music was, but she knew she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed the change in tempo, as several women had now taken to the dance floor. She watched as they surrendered to the beat, allowing the music to carry them along.
Laura didn’t ask. She simply stood, extending a hand toward Fiona, a silent command. Fiona saw no reason to hesitate, setting her glass down, and slipping her hand into Laura’s grasp. The moment her palm met Laura’s, the older woman yanked her upright, pulling her close enough that Fiona could feel the heat radiating through her dress. “You’re dancing with me,” Laura murmured, her breath warm against Fiona’s temple. “Let’s own the dance floor.”
Laura’s grip tightened, steering Fiona toward the dance floor with purposeful strides. Laura’s hand slid from Fiona’s wrist to the small of her back, pressing just firmly enough to guide her forward without seeming to. An illusion of choice that Fiona recognized instantly. The dance floor was becoming crowded now, bodies swaying under the shifting amber lights, but Laura carved a path through them effortlessly, pulling Fiona into the center where the rhythm pulsed strongest.
Fiona’s body moved before her mind caught up, her hips swaying instinctively to the brassy swing of the trumpet, her pulse syncing with the drummer’s offbeat snaps. Laura’s palm burned through the thin fabric of her dress, steering her into a spin that sent her hair whipping across her flushed cheeks. When she stumbled, just slightly, Laura caught her by the waist, fingers digging in with a possessiveness that made Fiona’s breath hitch. “Eyes on me,” Laura murmured, her lips brushing Fiona’s ear as she pulled her flush against her body. The heat between them was dizzying, Laura’s thigh slotting between Fiona’s with deliberate pressure.
The music swelled, now something brassy and decadent, and Laura’s hips rolled against Fiona’s in perfect synchrony, their bodies pressed so tight that Fiona could feel every shift of muscle beneath Laura’s dress. A bead of sweat slid down Fiona’s spine, trapped between the press of Laura’s palm and the silk of her dress. Across the room, Evelyn’s distinctive laugh cut through the din, sharp as a piano’s staccato, but Fiona didn’t glance away. Laura’s determined gaze had pinned her in place, darker than the club’s shadows.
The music pulsed around them, insistent and relentless now, and Fiona felt Laura’s thigh press between hers again, equally insistent and relentless. Then Laura used both her hands to grip Fiona’s hips, pulling her forward, guiding her into a slow, deliberate grind against her thigh. Fiona’s breathing became heavy, as she enjoyed both the contact itself and she feeling of being touched so intimately in public.
Laura’s smirk was a blade in the dim light. “Everyone’s watching now,” she murmured, causing Fiona to instinctively look around. She saw that a number of women were indeed watching, though that didn’t include Evelyn and Lila who were nowhere to be seen. “It’s good that you’re an exhibitionist,” Laura continued. “It means you can really wallow in moments like these.”
Before Fiona could reply, the music came to a halt and Laura pulled back. There was a smattering of applause from those who had been watching, bringing a smile to Fiona’s face. She found that she liked being applauded for her public display, and for the first time the idea of being a stage performer flicked through her mind as a serious possibility, rather than just a fantasy.
All eyes now turned to the stage, though for the moment it remained in darkness, curtains in place, with no indication that any performance was imminent. Fiona waited, wondering if the delay was deliberate, a way of building suspense, but felt it more likely that the halting of the overhead music and the beginning of the stage performance just hadn’t been coordinated perfectly.
Then the stage lights came on and the curtain swept back. Lila stood center stage, in a gown of deep burgundy satin, its hem fluttering just above the floor. She was motionless, frozen in time, one gloved hand resting lightly at her waist, the other at her side. “Not who you wanted,” murmured Laura, a statement rather than a question. It was true that Fiona had been hoping for Evelyn, but she didn’t feel that disappointed. Lila looked absolutely stunning and Fiona’s tongue traced her lips in anticipation.
The music began, slow and sultry, the bass line throbbing like a pulse. Lila immediately moved into action, pivoting one way and then the other, her heels clicking perfectly in time with the unhurried beat. Each time she turned, the skirt of her gown spread wide and a high slit in the side opened a little, allowing a flash of bare leg. Fiona shuffled a little closer to the stage, Laura following right behind her.
Lila returned to the center of the stage and lifted her right hand overhead, the gesture smooth and unhurried. With her left hand, she pinched the tip of her opera glove and began to pull it away, inch by inch, easing it from her fingers as though she had all the time in the world. The glove slid off and she let it fall, immediately repeating the action with the second glove, until that also fell to the floor.
The dance resumed, but not for long, as Lila soon returned to center stage. She let herself settle for a moment, her fingers then moving to the first satin button at her collar. She undid it with exaggerated slowness, the fabric parting just enough to reveal the barest hint of shadow between her breasts. “Look at how she teases,” Laura murmured into Fiona’s ear. “The art isn’t in the reveal, it’s in the delay.”
Lila’s second button slipped free, the satin parting further to expose the delicate lace edging of a navy blue corset beneath. Lila’s fingers then moved unhurriedly to the third button, which eventually surrendered, the satin gown gaping open to reveal the full sweep of her corset - navy blue lace straining over the swell of her breasts, the tight cinch of her waist exaggerated by the garment’s architecture.
Lila now turned her back to the audience with a slow pivot, the gown slipping off one shoulder to expose the intricate lacing of the corset’s spine. The audience murmured approval, the air thick with their anticipation. Then the dance resumed again, but with a difference this time, as the looseness of Lila’s gown meant that each turn she made sent it sliding lower. Inch by inch it continued to fall.
The gown finally pooled at Lila’s waist. She danced on for a few moments, before returning to center stage again, where she stood and slowly pushed it over her hips, causing it to fall to the floor. This revealed her navy blue panties which matched her corset, and fully exposed her bare legs. With a dancer’s smooth movement, she stepped out of the gown, moving forward and leaving it behind.
Lila now came to the front of the stage, pausing for a moment, surveying the audience. Suddenly she locked eyes with Fiona, giving her a knowing smile and sending a jolt of electricity through her. Fiona immediately felt Laura’s hands on her hips, the possessiveness of her grip undeniable. Being stared at by one woman and held so tightly by another made Fiona’s stomach twist with excitement.
Laura’s grip on Fiona’s hips tightened even further when she saw how Lila’s gaze lingered and how Fiona gazed so steadily back. Lila’s smile widened, continuing to pin Fiona with her gaze, her hands moving over her corset’s lacing with theatrical slowness. Laura moved her own hands from Fiona’s hips and put them right around her waist, pulling her flush against her and holding her there.
Lila looked away now, surveying the audience again, and began unlacing her corset with tormenting slowness. The audience watched spellbound, knowing that Lila wouldn’t be hurried, but also aware that each tug exposed more pale skin beneath the blue lace. “Look how she has the audience in the palm of her hand,” murmured Laura against Fiona’s ear. “This is a masterclass in how to control a room.”
Lila’s corset loosened further, the laces slithering through her fingers, the blue lace now gaping to reveal the pale swell of her breasts. Still she drew out the suspense, continuing at her own unhurried pace, until finally she let the corset slip from her shoulders with a slow shrug, the garment pooling at her waist before she pushed it away entirely. A ripple of appreciation ran through the room.
Fiona’s breath hitched. She couldn’t help it. Laura immediately reacted by whispering in her ear. “Don’t get too excited girl. You’ve seen her tits before.”
Fiona wasn’t sure how to respond, or even if she should respond. But one thing she was sure of, she didn’t want to take her eyes away from the stage.
Lila had made her way to the front of the stage again, treating the audience to a little shimmy as she arrived, her breasts gently swaying from side to side. She stood there for a moment, surveying the audience once more, arching her back a little to push her breasts forward. The navy blue panties still clung to her hips, the only barrier left between her and the audience’s ravenous gaze.
Lila’s hands now slid lower, fingertips tracing the scalloped edge of her panties before hooking into the waistband with deliberate slowness. Then she paused, holding her position, before rolling her hips in a slow, provocative circle. Fiona’s stomach clenched, her own hips twitching involuntarily, causing Laura to react again. “What did I say about getting too excited? Lila’s just a cat playing with mice.”
Lila now turned her back to the audience, and walked a few steps away, her fingers still under her navy blue waistband. After one of her signature pauses, the panties began to slide down her thighs, slowly getting lower, until they reached the point of no return and fell to the floor. Lila held per position for some moments, giving the audience a lengthy booty shake, before turning to face them again.
The spotlight caught the lean lines of Lila’s body, the sharp jut of her hipbones, the taut curve of her abdomen, and made her naked skin glow like polished marble. She returned to the front of the stage and simply stood still, letting the audience drink in every inch of her nakedness, holding herself with the unshakable confidence of a woman who knew exactly what power her body wielded.
Lila suddenly dropped to the floor of the stage and sat there, legs in front of her. She scanned the audience for a moment, before locking eyes with Fiona again. Without breaking the lock, she reached out and placed a hand on her knee, moving it slowly up her thigh. Fiona knew this was a tease and also knew that she’d been well and truly sucked into it, waiting with bated breath for what came next.
Fiona’s eyes flickered away from Lila’s, glancing down at her legs and her hand on her thigh, before looking back up again, finding that Lila’s eyes hadn’t moved and her gaze was still solidly on her. Then Lila smirked and slowly spread her legs and Fiona’s eyes flickered away again, inexorably drawn to the dancer’s explicit reveal, made even more explicit by her being so perfectly shaven there.
Fiona looked back up again, once more finding that Lila’s eyes hadn’t moved and her gaze was still solidly on her. Although she now felt hugely embarrassed at staring between Lila’s legs, when she knew very well that Lila was watching her as she did it, she found that she just couldn’t help herself, just couldn’t resist, her eyes drawn downwards again to where Lila’s legs were still spread apart.
The music suddenly reached a finale and Lila rose to her feet again, taking a bow and the acclaim of the audience. The applause was prolonged, but then the curtain fell and she disappeared from view. “I gather you enjoyed that,” Laura murmured. “Quite a performance, I must admit. But don’t let it turn your head. You still belong to me.” The possessiveness in her tone sent a shiver down Fiona’s spine.
Laura took Fiona by the wrist and led her back to their booth, her grip firm and unrelenting. Fiona’s mouth had become very dry after watching Lila’s stage performance, so she was pleased to find that her cocktail glass was still half full. “You know I saw how excited you got there,” said Laura. “You fell for her teasing, hook, line and sinker. After everything I told you last week about not forgetting yourself.”
“Oh no, I didn’t forget myself,” Fiona protested. “Lila’s just so sexy on stage. It’s not like I was the only one cast under her spell. She was controlling the whole room.”
“She’s very good at what she does,” Laura replied, “but I still think you enjoyed it way too much. Tell me exactly what you were thinking when you were staring at her so intently.”
“I was wishing that I could dance like that,” answered Fiona, diplomatically.
Laura let out a low chuckle. “I’m sure you weren’t thinking that when you were ogling her tits.”
“I’m being serious,” Fiona protested. “At least I think I’m serious. I mean I’m starting to be serious.”
“Serious about what?” It was Evelyn’s voice. Fiona looked up to find she and Lila standing in front of them, Lila now clad in a silk robe. She hesitated, taken a little by surprise.
“Do you mind if we join you?” asked Lila, although it appeared that they didn’t require an answer, stepping forward immediately and slipping into seats opposite Fiona and Laura.
“So, serious about what?” Evelyn asked again. “Or is it something private? Something I shouldn’t be asking about?”
“Maybe you’d be more interested in telling me what you thought of the show?” purred Lila.
“Fiona was just telling me that she admired your ... technique,” said Laura.
“Well, it’s nice to be admired,” replied Lila. “I do my best to entertain. But what about you, Laura? What do you think?”
“I think your performance was ... efficient. You know exactly which strings to pull to keep the room’s attention. To keep them wanting more.”
“Do you enjoy that power?” asked Fiona. “Knowing that everyone in the room is watching you?”
“I don’t think of it as power,” Lila replied. “I’m an entertainer. I like to entertain.”
“How would you feel, Fiona?” asked Evelyn. “If everyone in the room was watching you.”
“I ... I’d find it exciting,” Fiona admitted. “It’s something I fantasize about now and then.”
“It doesn’t have to be just a fantasy,” Evelyn smirked. “Why not do it for real?”
“I don’t have the confidence to do it for real.”
Evelyn and Lila exchanged a glance. “Confidence isn’t something you wake up with,” Lila said. “It’s something you develop. Something you practice. Like a step. Like a turn.”
“The first time I ever went on stage,” said Evelyn, “I was so nervous I was shaking. I thought the audience could see it from across the room.”
Fiona couldn’t hide her surprise. “You? Nervous?”