Dancing on Keys

When I arrived at remedial classes, there were still children who weren't present yet. I took the chance to tie my hair up in a bun at the toilet, before changing into an everyday white t-shirt and jeans. Then, I adjusted my expression in the mirror until it seemed gentle and kind enough.

"Miss Odette, you look so pretty today!" A boy praised me while lying in my lap, and I leaned down to ruffle his head with a gentle smile.

Then, I turned to look at the pure gazes of the children, affixed on me, before raising my finger and pressing it on a key. "Alright, let's begin."

During a short rest, I went outside to fetch some water, and the man from last night was watching me from a distance.

His gaze was so brazen that even my colleague realized, and the guitar teacher walked towards me and blocked me from view, before leaning down and asking, "Is that man your new prey?"

I didn't grace him with a reply, only tipping the water I'd just fetched slightly towards him. He didn't budge, however, and only reached to grab my arm.

I pushed him away gently, before ducking under his arm and leaving the scene.

After the class ended and the children left, that man pushed the classroom door open as I'd expected. He seemed quite sad as he grabbed my wrist. "Why did you act like you didn't know me?"

I cursed internally. I'd thought that a man like him who frequented cabarets would have moved on from me quickly, but he actually fell for me.

Calling him an idiot in my mind, I slowly pulled my hand out of his grip and replied in a drawl by his ear, "Sir, I might be Odile at night, but now I'm your child's piano teacher."

Me giving him some semblance of attention seemed to pacify him, and he smiled at me before walking out the door.

Soon after, a knocking sound was heard, and the guitar teacher from earlier came in. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pressed me on the piano with fervor. "Odette, it's been ages since you called me."

I loved him, and how he always respected our boundaries.

Tapping his lips with my finger, I whispered, "Well, I did today, right?"

Then, I turned my back towards him and put my hands on the piano.

"What do you want to hear today?" I pressed the keys slowly, without any rhyme or reason to them. "I can play anything for you."

He reached inside my shirt and caressed my smooth back. Feeling his finger hook onto my strap, I immediately knew what he was trying to do, raising my arms and allowing him to strip my shirt off my body.

Then, he laid his body on mine, the rough fabric of his clothes slightly uncomfortable against my bare skin.

"Croatian Rhapsody, please." He breathed heavily as he reached toward my jeans. "That was the song you played the very first time we met in this classroom, right?"

Hearing his request, I placed my fingers in position before playing a melody fluidly. As I played, he moved his body against me sensually, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand while rubbing the front of my body with another.

As the melody reached its climax, I could hear his breaths become more and more labored. Meanwhile, any sound I made was hidden within the melody too, and no one else could hear it.

"This is the best…"

I could feel his excitement radiating from behind me as his grip became even more forceful, making me whine louder in response.

"You really are so horny…" I could feel an electric current from behind my neck, his warm breath hitting my skin. "Odette, do you think people know that this is how you truly are?"

I closed my eyes, relishing in this moment.

"Not as well as you do… I'm sure…" I panted, my words slurring. "You know… What I'm like the best, right…"

He grunted and leaned his head against my shoulder.

I reached behind myself and caressed his broad shoulders, and the feeling of skin against skin was nothing short of transcendent and intoxicating.