The Naked Piano Player
Copyright© 2026 by jackmarlowe
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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 Saturday night, but not just any Saturday night. It was the night of Fiona’s burlesque performance. She packed a small overnight bag with her deliberately simple outfit, a crisp white blouse, a knee-length pencil skirt, and sensible low black heels. She was going for the office worker look. It was an unexciting look, but that was the point. Anything more exotic might raise the audience’s expectations, and for her first performance she didn’t consider that to be a good idea. She wanted a workaday appearance, the woman you passed in office corridors or sat next to on commuter trains. It was also the kind of outfit that Lila had recommended she wear, so she felt confident in her choice.
Fiona was pleased that Laura was fully on board with her appearance on the stage. They had discussed it on Wednesday, the day of the piano lesson this week, and she had been very encouraging. She had, however, been an even harder taskmaster than usual that day, demanding proof that Fiona was still a good piano student and hadn’t abandoned discipline for the intoxicating lure of the stage.
Fortunately, Fiona had done very well in the lesson and Laura had professed herself happy with her effort and application and also her progress. After the lesson, they had moved to Laura’s bedroom, as they usually did. Before their sex session, Laura had insisted that Fiona strip for her, in a teasing way, good practice she had said for what Fiona was going to do in public on Saturday night.
Now that time was almost upon her. She managed to leave the house without her mother seeing her depart, which was good as she hadn’t wanted to be asked why she was taking the overnight bag with her. Before long, she and Laura were entering The Lantern, her eyes instinctively looking toward the stage the moment they stepped inside.
“Look, our usual seats are taken,” said Laura. “We should sit closer to the backstage door anyway. It’ll be more convenient for you.” Fiona nodded and looked in that direction, immediately seeing Evelyn and Lila waving them over. “It seems that we’re invited,” said Laura, having seen them too.
Evelyn and Lila greeted them warmly, keen to check that Fiona was feeling comfortable with her forthcoming performance, now that it was so close at hand. “I’ll let Valerie know you’re here,” said Evelyn, returning moments later to tell Fiona that Valerie was asking for her backstage. Nothing to worry about, she’d said, just wanting to run through a few last things before the show began.
Fiona knew the way, having been in Valerie’s office last week. Laura watched her go, feeling a sudden swell of pride. “She’s going to do well,” she said, talking to herself more than Evelyn and Lila, though they nodded in agreement. “She’s ready for this, I’m sure. I think her show’s going to be a big success.”
Laura accepted the glass of wine that Lila pressed into her hand and settled back into her seat, bearing the relaxed expression of someone who fully intended to enjoy the evening. “I haven’t said that to Fiona,” she remarked. “That her show would be a big success. It would make her feel under pressure.”
“That’s very wise,” said Evelyn, sipping her own glass of wine. “She doesn’t need any pressure. She just needs to concentrate on the basics and think of it as just getting undressed to music.” She looked up to see Fiona returning, “I was just saying you’ll be fine tonight, it’s just getting undressed to music.”
Fiona smiled. “That’s what Valerie was just telling me.”
“Sit down,” said Lila, “I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”
“I think I’ll get changed first,” said Fiona, picking up her overnight bag. “Let me get that out of the way and then I’ll join you.”
Fiona wasn’t away for long. When she returned, she immediately asked the others how she looked.
“You look perfect, darling,” said Laura.
“Very secretarial,” said Lila.
“Like a librarian who forgot her glasses,” said Evelyn.
“Glasses, that’s a good idea,” said Lila. “A pair of glasses will make your outfit complete.”
“Valerie’s got a prop pair somewhere,” said Evelyn. *I’ll ask her for them.”
“Do I need glasses?” asked Fiona.
“Yes,” said Evelyn, getting to her feet. “Absolutely, they’re the finishing touch.” She headed toward the door that led backstage.
“Think about it,” said Lila. “What does the audience see when you walk out on stage? A woman who looks like she’s come straight from the office. The glasses sell that story.”
Evelyn was gone for some time, but eventually returned with a pair of tortoiseshell frames, holding them with the satisfaction of someone producing a winning card. “It took a while to find them,” she said, handing them to Fiona, “but I’m sure it was worth it.”
Fiona turned the glasses over in her hands for a moment, then put them on. There was a brief silence at the table.
“Oh,” said Laura. “You look different.”
Lila was already holding out a compact. Fiona took it, opened it, and looked at her reflection. The transformation was subtle but undeniable. It made her feel more in character.
“One more thing,” said Lila. “Pin your hair up.”
“Oh yes,” said Evelyn. “And let it down during your act.”
“Okay,” said Fiona, nodding. She could see why that would work and appreciated the advice. “Thanks for your help.”
Lila pressed a glass of wine into her hand. “We’re happy to help.”
“Besides, we recommended you to Valerie,” Evelyn chuckled, “so we have a vested interest in seeing you do well.”
After Fiona had finished her glass of wine, she went back to the dressing room to put her hair up, quickly returning with a hair clip nicely in place. Again, the difference was undeniable.
“You look perfect,” said Laura, with Evelyn and Lila nodding their agreement.
Fiona looked across at the stage, knowing she’d be up there very soon now. “The curtains are open,” she said. “Shouldn’t they be closed until I start?”
“No,” said Lila, shaking her head. “Don’t bother with the drama of the curtain going up. Just walk up the steps at the side of the stage.”
“I agree,” said Evelyn. “Make your entrance casual, rather than theatrical. Keep it restrained, understated.”
Fiona nodded. Keeping it simple made sense.
“Did you give Valerie your music?” asked Lila.
“Yes,” said Fiona, “I’m all set.”
“Speaking of Valerie, here she comes,” said Evelyn.
Fiona looked around, seeing that Valerie was indeed approaching. She spoke only one word. “Ready?”
Fiona nodded and a couple of minutes later the overhead music came to a halt. Fiona knew exactly what that meant and she immediately stood, making her way across the room toward the stage, surprised at how calm she was feeling. She ascended the steps at the side of the stage and positioned herself center stage, waiting for her music to begin. She noticed a small crowd gathering in front of the stage and that prompted her nerves to suddenly switch on. They seemed very close, a little too close for comfort. Still she waited. What was happening with her music? It was taking an eternity to start. Or perhaps it was just her nerves having switched on that made it seem like an eternity.
The stage lights clicked on, almost hitting Fiona like a physical force. Of course, lights. She’d forgotten about lights. Now she was truly in the spotlight, in more ways than one. The lights were warm, a bright amber-gold, and focused entirely on her. For a second or two the audience disappeared into the darkness beyond them, before her eyes adjusted and they all came back into view.
Now her music began. To start her performance, she’d chosen Glory Box by Portishead, a moody, atmospheric song, and one that was slow enough for her to feel comfortable moving to. She didn’t regard herself as a great dancer, so didn’t want anything too up-tempo, just something she could gently sway to. It was more modern than the music she’d heard Evelyn and Lila dancing to, but she felt it fitted the way she was going to move on stage very well and was happy with her choice.
As Fiona swayed to the music, she found that her nerves had settled and she felt very comfortable, almost as though she was just dancing alone at home. But then she turned to the audience and the sea of expectant faces looking at her unsettled her again. Experiencing that nervous moment, she decided it was time to start the real entertainment. She reached up and removed the glasses, breaking into a smile at the same time. Then she removed the hair clip, allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders.
She looked over the audience, starting to feel a sense of control. Everyone was looking at her, but that was a good thing she felt, and nothing to feel nervous about. She noticed Laura, Evelyn and Lila close to the front and came forward until she was standing right before them. She leaned forward and pressed the glasses and hair clip into Laura’s hand, which resolved a question in her mind of what she was going to do with those items. She then moved back again, returning to center stage.
Fiona now reached for the top button of her blouse. She’d learned from watching Evelyn and Lila not to hurry these things, so she lingered over it a little, before moving slowly to the next button. At this point, she was surprised at how confident she felt. Being the center of attention felt good and she was beginning to revel in it. Her hands now moved to the third button, which her rehearsals at home had taught her was a key moment, as releasing that button allowed the blouse to gape open.
Sure enough, as the third button slipped away, the blouse opened wide enough to reveal the swell of Fiona’s breasts and the striking red and black plunge bra containing them. She paused for a moment, knowing how important it was to be unhurried and tease things out, before her hands moved slowly to the fourth button and then the fifth and final one. The blouse now slipped from her shoulders with an ease that she felt relieved about, having practiced the movement many times at home. She had been determined that it would look effortless when she did it for real, and it did.
Glory Box had run it’s course and Fiona paused briefly, waiting for the next track to kick in. This was Wicked Game by Chris Isaak, another slow and moody song, but also one that she thought was sultry and atmospheric. Once again it wasn’t typical of the stage music she’d heard at the club, being more modern, but it suited her performance and she felt very confident in her choice. She liked it’s dark, brooding quality and thought it followed on very nicely from Glory Box.
Fiona’s hands moved behind her to the zipper of her pencil skirt. She decided to turn her back to the audience, thinking it would be good if they could see the zipper being pulled down. Then she put her hands on the waistband of the skirt, gently pushing it over her hips. It slithered down her legs, pooling at her ankles, revealing red and black panties that matched her plunge bra.
Fiona was surprised at how calm she felt. She stepped forward, away from the skirt, and stood for a moment, feeling the lights on her skin and the extraordinary sensation of a room full of people entirely focused on a single point, which was her. She wasn’t just feeling calm, she was enjoying herself.
Fiona’s fingers now traced the edge of one of her bra straps. She was in no hurry, of course, knowing that teasing was part of the act. When she was ready, she hooked a thumb under the strap and let it slide down her shoulder. Then she did the same with the other strap, leaving the cups of the bra barely clinging to her body. Her fingers now drifted to the clasp, then she once again turned her back to the audience, thinking it would be good if they could see the clasp released. It yielded to her fingers and the bra loosened, but Fiona didn’t let it fall. Not yet. She turned to face the audience again, holding the cups in place with her arms crossed loosely over her chest.
Fiona didn’t rush. She let the anticipation coil in the room like a spring, then uncrossed her arms and let the bra slip down her torso. It caught briefly on the curve of her hips before falling to the floor of the stage. She scanned the audience, curious about their reaction, finding that they were still all eyes. Even better, they looked like they were enjoying themselves. She smiled, satisfied with what she saw.
Fiona decided it was time to perform a shimmy, a classic burlesque move, and she would make it a lengthy one. She opened her arms, extending them from her body, and firmly shook her shoulders, which of course shook her breasts. A murmur of approval ran through the room, bringing another smile to her face, and causing her to keep the shimmy going even longer than she had planned.
Now her hands moved to her red and black panties, her thumbs slipping inside the waistband. She paused, letting the fabric stretch just enough to reveal the shadow of her hip bones, before releasing it with a slow snap against her skin. Her thumbs then slipped inside the waistband again, this time not stopping at the hip bones, but pushing the fabric past them. Slowly the panties slid lower, slipping down her thighs before pooling at her ankles, leaving Fiona utterly exposed under the stage lights.
Wicked Game now sounded its final notes. Fiona stepped out of the panties as she waited a brief moment for her final track to begin, which was Nights In White Satin by The Moody Blues, another song she found very atmospheric. Like the other two tracks it was a slow burner, but unlike them the music swelled in a way she found appropriate for the closing track of her performance.
It occurred to Fiona that she was a little ahead of where she planned to be at this point. Playing with her panties and taking them off was supposed to come after the start of Nights In White Satin, not before. It wasn’t a big mistake, but it meant she had more time to fill now than she was expecting. She decided to turn her back to the audience and give them an extended hip roll, a move which immediately led to a murmur of approval. Pleased with the appreciation of the move, Fiona extended it even further, hoping that the hip roll was also being seen as a sexy booty roll, before turning to face the audience again.
She stood for a moment, knowing it was time for her floorshow, but suddenly nervous about it. The audience were so close. The way they crowded around the front of the stage was a little unsettling. It was a little too intimate. She considered skipping the floorwork, reasoning that she was fully exposed as she was. Full frontal nudity under the glare of the stage lights was surely enough, she thought. Considering it was a debut performance, she’d surely done enough already, she argued to herself.
She scanned the audience, the gazes on their faces appearing ravenous, and that included Laura, Evelyn and Lila, who were gathered together right at the front of the stage. She had done this in her fantasies many times in the last few weeks, but doing it for real was proving to be daunting and she wasn’t sure if she could do it. Then she saw Lila wink at her and in that moment she realized that she was going to go through with it. She also realized that she wanted to go through with it. It had only been a wink but it had grounded her. Her mind was suddenly clear. If what she was going to do ended up feeling awkward or even humiliating, that would just make the experience even better, because she actually enjoyed humiliation. Suddenly she was ready. In fact, more than ready. She wanted this.
Fiona lowered herself to the floor of the stage, a little ungainly. Sitting down was one thing she hadn’t thought to practice, but probably should have done. She decided to pause for a moment, in the teasing tradition of burlesque, then leaned back and opened her legs a little. She allowed a few moments to pass and then opened her legs wider. She felt under the spotlight more than ever, but was enjoying it.
She rolled over onto her front and got up on all fours, knowing that she was still fully exposed in that position but was providing a different view. After wowing the audience for a while in that position, she turned herself over again, adopting her original position, though spreading her legs even wider. She was glad she had remembered to fully shave there, as it made her feel even more exposed.
The music was fading, prompting Fiona to quickly get to her feet. She then stood motionless at the front edge of the stage, the audience giving her generous applause, prompting her to smile broadly. When the applause had died down, she turned and collected her discarded clothes, wondering if she ought to get dressed again. But then she saw Lila at the bottom of the stage steps, her hands outstretched, holding open a silk robe. She didn’t know where Lila had suddenly produced that from, but she walked down the steps and smoothly slid into it, grateful to Lila for her assistance.
When they were all back in their seats, Laura, Evelyn and Lila were full of admiration for Fiona’s performance. She listened to them with interest, not saying too much herself, noting the different way that each one had of looking at her performance. Laura was relaxed and quietly proud, Evelyn was theatrical and celebratory, and Lila was the one with the sharpest eye, who had logged every detail.
Fiona’s own opinion is that it had gone surprisingly well. There had been a few minor hitches, notably not having a table or chair on which to place the glasses and the hair clip, but on the whole it couldn’t have gone much better. As the others talked, she reflected on how she’d fantasized about being on stage, on having people watch her, and how intoxicating it felt to have now done it for real.
Lila explained how her music could be improved, by eliminating the small breaks she’d had between tracks and having one piece of music segue into another. Fiona nodded, impressed with Lila’s attention to detail. It was a minor point, she thought, but if she were to perform again she wanted to address such minor points and make her performance as smooth and professional as possible.
Fiona drank the last of her wine, thinking over the idea of further performances in the future. Evelyn saw that her glass was empty and moved to refill it, prompting Laura to caution Fiona against drinking too much, as she still had a second performance to make that night and needed to be focused on that.
“You’re very strict,” said Evelyn with a theatrical wink, pouring Fiona’s wineglass to the brim despite Laura’s warning. “You sound like a real stickler for discipline.”
Laura was quick to respond. “Discipline isn’t cruelty, Evelyn. It’s care.”
“You do have a point, Laura” said Lila, “but I don’t think one more glass of wine is going to do any harm.”
“Well, I hope not,” said Laura, watching as Fiona lifted the overfilled wineglass carefully and took a measured sip. She decided it was high time to reassert control and reached out under the table, brushing the silk robe aside to place her hand firmly on Fiona’s thigh. The sudden move surprised Fiona, the contact sending a jolt through her body, but the possessiveness of the gesture thrilled her.
Two women now appeared at the edge of their table, the kind of approach that was polite rather than intrusive, waiting to be noticed rather than demanding attention. Evelyn saw them first and smiled in a way that welcomed them forward. The first was perhaps mid-forties, elegant in an understated way, with the ease of someone entirely comfortable in this room and in herself. She addressed Fiona directly.
“I hope you’ll forgive the interruption,” she said. “I simply wanted to say that I thought your performance was beautifully judged. First time on that stage, if I’m not mistaken?”
“Yes,” said Fiona. “Was it that obvious?”
“No, not at all,” the woman replied. “I’m not saying that. I just overheard someone saying that the dancer tonight was making her debut. Otherwise I wouldn’t have known.”
“It was very good for a debut, wasn’t it?” said Evelyn. “Don’t you think so?”
“Absolutely,” the woman replied. “That’s exactly what I think. That’s why I wanted to come over and say something.”
Her companion had been standing slightly behind her throughout this exchange, and Fiona had been aware of her in the peripheral way you are aware of someone who is paying you close attention. She was younger, perhaps even as young as Fiona, dark haired, and when their eyes met she didn’t look away quite as quickly as politeness strictly required.
“I just thought you were wonderful,” she said. It was a simpler thing than her companion had offered, but it was said with a directness that gave it considerable weight. “The way you moved. You looked completely at home up there.”
“She is at home up there,” said Laura, her voice swelling with pride. “She’s a natural performer.”
The younger woman looked at Laura with interest. “You sound very supportive.”
“Yes, I do everything I can to encourage her talents,” said Laura. “In fact it was my idea in the first place for Fiona to appear on stage. I also teach her piano.”
“Of course,” said the young woman, returning her gaze to Fiona in a way that suggested piano lessons were not what she had been thinking about at all. “Well. I hope we’ll see you up there again, Fiona.”
“You will,” said Lila, with serene confidence.
After they had gone, Evelyn chuckled. “That’s how it begins,” she said to Fiona.
“That’s how what begins?” asked Fiona.
Evelyn and Lila exchanged a glance. “That’s how a fan base begins,” said Evelyn.
“Fan base?” said Fiona, not sure if Evelyn was being serious.
Evelyn smiled and exchanged another glance with Lila, a glance that contained a great deal of shared history. “The moment you step off that stage,” she said, “you discover that the audience doesn’t entirely stay out there.” She nodded in the direction the two women had gone. “They follow you back into the room. They can’t quite let go of what they saw.”
“I thought they were just being polite,” Fiona countered.
“Oh, Fiona,” Evelyn said, “polite is when someone says ‘nice show’ and then walks away. Those two were not being polite, especially the young one. She was interested.”
Fiona felt her cheeks warm. “I thought she was just ... friendly.”
“Friendly,” Lila echoed, with a soft laugh. “Yes. Let’s call it that.”
Fiona felt her cheeks becoming even warmer. She had to admit that the younger woman’s gaze had felt like a physical weight on her skin and actually it still did, a lingering heat that rivaled Laura’s hand on her thigh.
“You see,” Lila continued, “when people take a liking to a new performer, they feel curious. They want to see who you are offstage as much as on it.”
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