The Naked Piano Player (Chapter 6) (ff:one-on-one, 8410 words) [6/9] show all parts

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They stepped inside. The club felt smaller than Fiona remembered - or perhaps she was simply less overwhelmed by it this time. The low ceiling pressed the sound downward, keeping the music close, intimate. Nothing echoed around them. Everything stayed contained.

Laura led the way through the club. It was busy, but not crowded. “Same table as last time?” she asked, her tone light but carrying that quiet teacher's authority that she never quite shed. Fiona nodded, and they made their way to the small booth tucked against the wall.

Fiona scanned the room and her eyes quickly found Lila, her long blonde hair making her easy to pick out, even in the dim light. The dancer leaned against the bar, sipping something amber colored through a straw. Her dress was tight, black, dipping low in the back, exposing the delicate wings of her shoulder blades. As if sensing Fiona’s stare, Lila turned slightly, catching Fiona’s eye over her glass. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips before she deliberately looked away.

Laura’s fingers tightened around Fiona’s wrist. “Don’t get distracted,” she murmured, her breath warm against Fiona’s ear. “You’re here with me tonight.” The possessiveness in her tone sent a shiver down Fiona’s spine, but she didn’t miss the way Laura’s own gaze flickered toward Lila and then toward Evelyn, who sat at the opposite end of the bar. Evelyn looked up and her eyes met Laura’s for a fraction of a second. She smiled, only slightly, but enough for Fiona to notice.

A server arrived with a bottle of wine that Laura had ordered. She poured them both a glass of something deep red, Fiona finding it rich and velvety on her tongue. Despite Laura's possessiveness, her attention kept straying to Lila, who had begun toying with the strap of her dress, sliding it slowly down her shoulder and back again. Laura’s fingers curled around Fiona’s chin, forcibly redirecting her gaze. “Eyes on me,” she commanded, her voice brooking no argument.

The music switched into a slow, sultry rendition of "Fever," which Fiona thought most appropriate. In her estimation, it was the perfect choice of music for the club and suited the atmosphere so well. It also prompted Laura to stand up, take Fiona's wrist and pull her toward the dance floor. Fiona noticed that Laura's grip was firm, her fingers pressing just hard enough to leave faint marks - the kind that would fade in minutes but still made Fiona's pulse flutter.

The dance floor was crowded but not packed, bodies swaying close but never quite touching unless of course they wanted to. Laura guided Fiona into the rhythm of the dance effortlessly, her hips brushing Fiona’s with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to draw out the tension. Fiona could feel the heat radiating from Laura’s body, the faint scent of her perfume, something dark and floral, mingling with the ambient scenting used by the club.

Laura’s hand slid from Fiona’s wrist to her waist, fingers pressing into the curve of her hip as she pulled her closer. Fiona’s breath hitched as Laura leaned in, her lips grazing Fiona’s ear. "You keep looking at her," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the music. Fiona didn’t need to ask who she meant - Laura’s grip tightened just enough to make it clear. Over at the bar, Evelyn leaned over to whisper something to Lila, who immediately glanced their way.

The music pulsed, bass thrumming through Fiona's mind as she considered what to say in reply. "I want..."

Laura kept her grip tight and her teeth grazed Fiona’s earlobe. "You want what? Tell me."

Fiona hesitated. "I want her to watch us," she whispered.

"Just her?"

Fiona's pulse raced as she stole a quick look at Lila and Evelyn in conversation at the bar. "Evelyn too," she admitted, exhaling sharply

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jth215 writes Sun 3 May 2026 14:37:

Great performances... Can't wait for the next piano practice! Loved it and thanks again for sharing your stories.

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