The Bargain

[a_libertine]

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He was standing in an upscale hotel on the Sunset Strip with a decidedly European feel to it. Well, modern European if he were to be honest with himself. Not the good old Baroque architecture that he loved so well. Petrus Adonidrum walked from the suit where he had spent Friday night, and most of Saturday with a young politician who now won her first election to a state office. His work with her was done, and now he had another ally in the ongoing pursuit of his pleasures and his work.

He ws walking across the poolside bar wearing jeans and a polo shirt when he felt a familiar tingle. He stopped right after ordering a Bombay Sapphire Martini. He heard someone playing Frederic Chopin's Scherzo No. 2 Op. 31 and it felt...

Unemotional was the word that Petrus landed on. Yes, that was indeed it. The timing was immaculate. The technical skill was precise. But it was ever so slightly off. The was not enough difference in the key strokes between the high and lows, which might could be attributed to the open air setting, but Petrus didn't feel that were the case.

In fact, he didn't feel the music. Glancing around he was sure that no one else in particular felt it, but then he didn't expect it of them. He nodded his thanks to the bartender, and dropped a $20 on the bar top to pay for the martini.

He sauntered away from the bar and turned the corner looking for the pianist, thinking that he could help him or her. When he saw her, Petrus stopped and watched.

She had long silky dark hair that flowed down her back to the bottom of the small of her back. Her breasts appeared to be well formed, neither large nor small, though somehow more substantial than average. If one were to put a cantelop and a grapefruit side by side to her breasts, they would be on either side, from all appearances. Her skin was pale, almost to the point of being the color of warm cream. She was wearing a black dress that was bare backed, and came up the front in two thick swaths of cloth that encased her breasts but left substantial tracks of skin visible. Tasteful pearl earrings dangled from her earlobes and a pearl necklace draped down her front resting in the valley created by her breasts.

"Well she is no Martha Argerich. At least not yet, I can fix that."

Walking to the piano, Patrus dropped a $50 bill in the tip bowl and a business card. "Call me when you are ready to play for audiences that will recognize, and appreciate, your technical talent."

He headed back to the pool side bar, stopped, turned, and said, "If you get a break soon, we could talk then if you like."

 

[AikoCrane]

After years of training Ana's technical skill was perfect. Her long fingers played the notes perfectly. But she knew something was missing. When she heard great pianists play there was always another element. Something elusive and heart gripping that Ana couldn't seem to get her fingers to play. Playing was bittersweet for her, she knew it was good, but she was sure it wasn't good enough. She would never be great, but she couldn't not play.

This hotel bar was nice, the money was enough to pay her bills, barely. She was thankful, how many people could say they did what they loved and got paid for it. Her life was like her music, good, but not quite right. It left her wanting more. Along with her gratitude for what she did have she felt a deep discontent for what she did not.

Never able to totally loose herself to her playing, she noticed the man right away. He was handsome, probably mid 30's, no trace of boyishness left. Dark blonde hair, that begged to be touched was currently perfectly styled. Ana's fingers itched to comb through it, messing up all that perfection. He was lean but had enough muscle fill his crisp white shirt well.

As he approached her and put the tip in the bowl she wondered how tall he was. She found it hard to tell from the piano bench, but thought she would be looking up at him even standing. Her eyes flicked from his face to the bowl, noting the business card with a slight nod.

His invitation to talk during her break was tempting. Usually she took only short breaks to stretch her fingers and drink a bit of water. Ana couldn't remember a time she actually sat down and had a conversation with someone while on break. Perhaps she should treat herself today.

Finishing the song, knowing she was not doing it's final flourish justice, she closed the piano and put up her sign indicating she was on break. Before heading to the table where he was sitting she emptied the tip bowl and pocketed it's contents, after glancing at his card.

She approached the table where Petrus sat with a friendly smile. She had been approached by agents before, but none as alluring as him. He had a special something that drew her. Almost as if he had the subtle magic her music, and life, lacked.

Holding out her hand, "Hello, I am Ana, nice to meet you Petrus."

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus watched as she walked toward him, tall and curvy. She was maybe 5'9" tall and her tits fit her perfectly. Her breasts didn't move an iota as she walked, either poor implants or a thick, tight bra that smothered them to her chest. His bet was on the bra. Her hips also barely moved, lacking rhythm and the allure of a woman on the hunt.

Petrus stood and took her hand. Instead of shaking it, he turned it palm down, then bent over and grazed his lips across the first knuckle. Not quite a kiss, not quite a breath, something between the two.

He walked around her taking her in. What he thought was an open back dress actually had more cloth than he originally thought. The area between her shoulder blades and the neck were bare, the rest covered by the dress. It was an inventive dress he thought, playing at sexy while decidedly not.

He tilted her head to look up at him and his voice veritably purred as he said, "I assume I have your interest?"

He waved a waitress over, "Bring the lady a sweet Chablis. I will have another Sapphire Martini."

The waitress left and Petrus pulled a chair out for Ana, and pushed it in as she sat. As he sat his knee brushed against her knee. She moved it ever so slightly away, breaking the contact. As the round of drinks arrived, he asked, "What would you say if I told you that I could change your playing at least a little tonight if you follow one little directive?"

 

[AikoCrane]

He did, of course have her interest, it was obvious. She simply nodded. Ana raised an eyebrow as he took the liberty of ordering for her, but didn't say anything. He was so polite about it. The kiss as well, he really was a gentleman. It felt good to be treated so well. She didn't notice moving her leg away from his, it was automatic.

She took a sip of her drink, considering. "One directive? And what would that be?" She was interested but honestly didn't expect much. Ana had had many lessons with talented pianists. What her playing lacked was a passion. She simply couldn't put her feelings into the music. Surely this man wouldn't be able to help that.

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus smiled and said, "Oh well that would be telling before we reached some sort of bargain."

He took a sip from his martini as he considered the situation. His eyes raking across her body. He grinned and said, "How about this, if you do as I say and it changes how you play, either better or worse, you come home with me tonight, and tomorrow after I have done what I want with you, we will discuss how to proceed."

 

[AikoCrane]

She thought about his offer. A night with this man wouldn't be such a terrible price.

"I will agree but whatever you tell me has to change my playing for the better. If it changes for the worse I don't come home with you, but if you can improve my playing here and now I will be yours for the night."

 

[a_libertine]

"Fine," Petrus said. "Come with me and in fifteen minutes I will send you back to the piano."

He stood and extended his hand to Ana and helped her up. He twined his fingers with hers as they headed toward the doors leading into the hotel. Once inside he pulled Ana in front of him and Petrus wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her gently back toward him.

Almost six inches taller than her, Ana's ass rested against his lower pelvic region and upper thighs. His lips lowered to her left ear lobe and he brushed them against it as he whispered, "Ready?:

As she nodded hesitantly, Petrus pulled her into a side hall. His mouth was hot on her neck, lips, tongue, and teeth working along her spine. His left hand held her firmly against his stiffening cock as his right hand cupped one of her breasts and massaged the nipple through dress and bra alike.

He pressed her against the wall, his now hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks and up the small of her back. His left hand moved to her other tit and he mashed them against her chest while manipulating both nipples simultaneously.

His right hand moved around to her back and he unclaimed the four hooks holding it in place, then pulled the strapless bra out shoving it into his pocket. His hands resumed their mauling of her tits as his mouth found the meaty part of her ear.

He felt and heard her breath quicken as Ana pressed her ass back toward his cock.

When she did he whispered, "Now go play like you want me to fuck you."

As she started to say something, he kissed her, his tongue searching her mouth for a treasure. "You may have the bra back at the end of the night, but I think you won't ever need one again while playing.."

 

[AikoCrane]

As he lead her to the hall and manipulated her body it didn't even occur to her to object. The way he handled her felt right. She was breathless and incredibly aroused. Her heart was pounding and she knew she was blushing.

'play like I want him to fuck me?' How terribly clever of him. Because right now she DID want him to fuck her. Desperately. She almost wished she had not changed the agreement. It would be tempting to play poorly just to get to go home with him.

She started to ask about her bra, but his kiss stopped her. She frowned, her nipples were clearly visible under her shirt. She was too hot to worry about it for long.

Sitting down at the piano, she played a song she knew by heart, Franz Liszt's
La Campanella. She choose it specifically because of it's climax midway. The piece had often reminded her of sex, starting gently, then with intensity and passion, a slow, teasing climb to the wild high point and then a delicate let down. As she played she let her fingers take care of the keys while her mind played through the sex. As she reached the climax in the music she knew that the slightest movement of her body against the piano bench could bring her to her own climax. Her own music had never moved her this much.

By the end of the piece she was breathless, sweat rolled down the middle of her back and she knew she was flushed. She looked over at Petrus. He would be the judge, but she was almost certain she was going home with him tonight.

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus watched as Ana played. Her fingers stroked the ivory keys like so many little cocks for her to play with. Her body swayed gently through the opening movement, as her fingers flitted like butterflies. As she built toward the crescendo of the piece Ana disappeared and a promising concert pianist appeared, who was grinding her pussy down on the piano bench subconsciously.

His cock thickened and lengthened as blood pumped into it. The piece was so good and she poured so much of herself into it that Petrus was sure that she would sell her soul for him to take her then and there. That of course did little to lessen his state of arousal.

As the piece finished he walked over to Ana and stood behind her. "Very good, Ana," he whispered hotly into her ear. "After you get off I will take you to my suite upstairs and I will change your life."

He ran his hands along her hips, up her sides then around to her tits. He squeezed each globe firmly, rolling her nipples between fingers as he did so. "Find me after this set and I will inspire you for the next set."

He stood to leave and stopped, "If you can stop yourself, don't cum until we go to the suite. Build this feeling up, use it, embrace it."

 

[AikoCrane]

His hands on her were almost her undoing. She couldn't even answer him, just sat there, listening and trying to breathe.

As she played her next, and final, set of the night she continued to feel the music in a way she never had before. It was as if each note was her lover's attention. She played with a greedy passion she had never been able to before.

It seemed to affect her audience as well. She noticed the entire room seemed more sexually charged, couples touched more, men's advances on women seemed accepted more readily. This made her feel powerful. As if she were not only playing the piano, but the entire room. Her tip bowl was filling quickly, she realized she was making more money during this set than she had all week.

If any of the new sexual energy she was creating was directed at her she didn't notice. Her mind was on one person only. Her body was hot and tight in anticipation. She both wanted this to continue forever and for it to end so she could be with him.

Finally she was done. She gathered her tips and scanned the room. Several faces looked disappointed she had stopped. She smiled apologetically to them. Perhaps another night she could have been convinced to play one more song but not tonight.

Finding Petrus she walked towards him, "That was amazing, thank you," she whispered. In that moment she knew she would do anything this man asked. Anything at all.

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus smiled at her indulgently, "You are welcome, but, that is just the beginning of your career assuming that you will sign the contract with me."

He pointed to the chair next to him and ordered her a Main tai when the waitress appeared. His hand rested on her thigh as they waited for her drink to arrive. He squeezed her leg and massaged it almost absent mindedly.

He pulled a sheath of paper from the breast pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to her. "Sign on the last page," he said. "Essentially the contract says that I will make you a world renowned pianist and in return you will do as I instruct to make that happen. I make 45 percent of your net expenses and you are mine forever and one day."

His smile was radiant as he gave his spiel. He put a pen on the paperwork and waited for her to sign.

 

[AikoCrane]

She wanted his hand on more than her thigh and was frustrated they didn't just go to his suite.

When he pulled out the contract she snapped to attention. Why did he have a contract already drawn up? Did he come here FOR this purpose? She laughed nervously a bit about the being his forever part. She wasn't too worried, she wanted sex to be a part of this deal.

She signed without reading the contract. He had already improved her playing to a level she thought she would never attain. If he had the contacts to help her get better jobs she was happy to pay him his percentage. She was confident she would be making more than she was now. It wasn't even about the money, the power she felt while playing just now. She thought she'd be willing to sign her life away for that power.

She put the pen down and took a sip of her drink. "I guess I'm yours then." She said it in a light flirty tone.

 

[a_libertine]

"Excellent, " Petrus said. His hand found its way back onto her thigh and he muttered, "Your skirts are a touch long for not being formal wear, and even formal wear can be far more revealing than what you have on."

His hand trailed along her thigh and across her stomach until he reached her breast. Squeezing it firmly he groaned out hotly, "How ever am I to sit you on my lap, much less my cock with you dressed in such an old lady manner?

He pinched her nipple and said, "In my suite then. Though tomorrow I will take you out here in public, or rather you will give yourself to me and I shall accept you."

He stood and offered her his hand, as she reached out to him, Petrus pulled her up and headed toward the hotel. He placed one hand one her ass cheek fingers cupping down and around. With each step squeezed her ass until he could hear her panting in anticipation.

Once on the elevator he turned toward her, ignoring the two older couples in the lift, pinned her against the wall and kissed her deeply and forcibly. His hands were stationed one each on her tits and ass and he kneaded them like so much dough being readied for baking.

 

[AikoCrane]

She sat, still feeling the glow of her music , listening. He groped her right her in the bar where she worked. It should have offended her, but instead she felt excited. His comments about her clothing sounded like manager advice at first. But take her in public? Surely he was in jest she told herself.

Every move of his hand made her hotter and wetter. As they walked to the elevator she could barely concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. Perhaps she would let him taker her in public by tomorrow, if this kept up she would be willing to take him pretty much any way she could have him.

In the elevator he pushed her against the wall, his hands roughly kneading her breasts and his forced kisses were more than she could resist. She came, gasping and bucking against him, completely shameless. The shocked looks of the other couple only added to her enjoyment. There was a sense of shame, but she didn't care. Being used by Petrus in front of these people was hot. Her orgasm was hot and left her clinging to him tightly, shaking and gasping.

She looked up at him, "I am sorry I didn't make it to your room," she whispered.

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus moaned into her ear, "No worries this time. I relish the idea that my kiss and my hands cane make you cum in public like this."

His cock was straining against his slacks all but burning the material away with the hot desires he had for her. He put his back against the wall and pulled her ass against his groin. He immediately regretted that his hard staff was captured down instead of up where he could rub it between her cheeks. "Did you think this morning that today would be the day you came in public?"

Deciding he didn't need an answer, he wrapped her long locks around his hand and pulled her head back kissing her passionately. The older couples floor came and they all bolted from the elevator as his hand plunged into her dress, fingers tweaking her nipple. The door closed as the lift began its upward journey. Petrus picked her up and cradled her in his arms as they arrived at the floor where his suite was located. His lips found hers again as they walked along.

Petrus easily bore her weight through the walk and into the room. He plopped her in the middle of the bed and stared at her as he stripped off his jacket and shirt. His muscles rippled easily with each movement, possessing the physique of a gymnast, if not the height.

His eyes never left hers as he ordered, "close your eyes." Once she did he stripped off his pants and underwear. His cock bobbed in front of her face and he smiled at the anticipation of her reaction when Ana saw it.

The circumference was roughly the size of her wrist, the length nearly a foot from the topside base to the piss slit.

He whispered, "Now open your eyes."

 

[AikoCrane]

She giggled at the discomfort of the older couple. Ana wasn't even sure when the last time she had giggled was.

His question about if she imagined this when woke up this morning was funny. She woke up imagining the same day as yesterday. Average apartment, average car, average playing. No, no one ever woke up and expected this did they?

He didn't seem to want an answer, it was obvious anyhow. He carried her to his room like she weighed nothing at all. She returned his kisses greedily.

She felt a bit like a princess as he lay her on the bed and she, obediently, closed her eyes. What new surprise did he have in store? He was amazing.

"Now open your eyes."

Her eyes flickered open, then widened in shock. He wasn't just large. He was horrifically large. She moved moved back from him as if his cock was going to attack her or something. "How?" She looked at his face in terror. "I don't think I can.. um.. You are HUGE" She didn't know what else to say. Surely he wouldn't fit in any hole she had. On the other hand, she wasn't out of lust for this man.

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus saw the shock and fear in her eyes as she scooted back away from his cock. He also noted that her lust did not diminish one iota. "You can," he cooed. "And will."

He climbed up in the bed with her and pulled Ana up into a kneeling position. He kissed her deeply and passionately as his monstrous member pressed against her stomach and began to slide up toward her tits.

He took her hands and wrapped them around his member and moaned into the kiss as she lightly stroked him. As they kissed he pressed her back into the mattress.

His mouth did not leave hers as he pulled her dress up around her waist. His right hand massaged it's way beneath the cotton panties she was wearing and pressed his middle finger into her core. She was tight. Not virgin tight, but the tightness of a woman who hadn't been screwed in months if not years tight. It would take more time to get her ready for his fuck stick, but the reward would be worth it.

Petrus kissed down Ana's jaw until he got to her neck where he nibbled and kissed the hollow as his finger began pumping in and out of her tight snatch. He felt her breath hitch as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit.

Smiling he continued his oral exploration of her body as he kissed down her abdomen. A second finger worked it's way into her as his mouth found the mound leading to her womanhood.

She was wetter than a hot tub between her legs. Her quim was spreading across her thighs, the bedding and his hands. He thought it enough preamble and knelt between her legs.

He held the base of his cock and guided the head against her opening. Spending the next several minutes working at it, Petrus was finally able to thread his cock into her cunt.

And the feeling was nothing short of amazing.

She was so tight it was as if his own hand was in her body and squeezed his cock steadily as he pressed forward. That pressure only intensified on the back stroke, her pussy seemingly unwilling to let him go.

 

[AikoCrane]

His tone was soothing, but she wasn't sure it was possible. He pulled her up and guided her hands to his cock. Ana stroked it carefully, exploring it, trying to become more familiar with it. It wasn't exactly reassuring, he was huge and hard. It was scary and exciting at the same time.

When he pushed her back and fingered her, kissing at the same time she forgot her fear. She wanted him. If he said it was possible she believed him. She gasped under his attentions, panting and impatient for more. She knew she was hot and wet and as ready as she could be.

As he finally worked his way into her she moaned in pain. She didn't fight, she tried to relax and be as accommodating as possible. Still, the pain of it. Ana turned her head to the side and bit her own arm trying not to scream or cry.

In spite of all the pain it felt good. Really good. When he was all the way in and paused she could barely stand it. Her chest heaved up and down, she was amazed and more than a little impressed with herself. Ana looked up at Petrus and smiled encouragingly. As he pulled back she felt almost torn, she knew she would be sore and bruised in the morning, but it didn't matter. This mingling of pain and pleasure was worth it. "My god, this is amazing, please don't stop" she gasped.

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus sawed his cock in and out of Ana slowly. She was so tight that he was sure that he would injure her if he proceeded too quickly. Foremost was consummating the bargain. Slowly but surely the thick knot of the head of his penis expanded her walls until her grunts changed in tenor from pleasure and pain to pleasure alone.

At that time Petrus picked up the pace. His hips began to fly up and down faster and faster. The sensations rippling along his cock were fantastic and he felt the initial boiling of his balls toward an orgasm. With a thought he killed that initial rush enjoying the sounds of her cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her ass.

Slowing down he pulled most of the way out of Ana and slowly rolled her over onto her elbows and knees. His hands clasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide giving him and unobstructed view of his cock disappearing and reappearing slowly. As she adjusted to the new position he began to fuck her forcibly. Very little change in the slow speed but a lot of torque and power. His thighs slapped against her thighs, his balls battered her clit relentlessly.

Grabbing her hair, he pulled her back and kissed her.

 

[AikoCrane]

As he continued fucking her the pain of it started to change. She was whimpering and whining but now it as all pleasure. She moved against him, thrashing wildly. Ana's body had never felt so full.

He pulled out, almost all the way and she almost screamed in protest. She bit it back realizing he was only changing their position. As he pulled her ass cheeks apart and entered her again she screamed, feeling like he was tearing her in two. His balls hit her engorged clit over and over, sending her to yet another orgasm. He didn't stop, continuing his assault while pulling her back to kiss her.

"Petrus, you are ruining me" she said. It wasn't a complaint. She felt like a puddle of lust. She was limp and heaving in his arms now.

 

[a_libertine]

His mouth ravaged her throat as he growled, "Not ruining, creating."

His hips fired back and forth faster and faster, her body receiving each blow willingly, exhaustedly. He dropped her torso onto the bed and held onto her hips. She sprawled as he supported her hips up, keeping her in line with his cock as it continued to plow into her.

Ana grunted with each of his powerful thrusts. Petrus knew that of her own accord she would be unable to fuck later on, and tomorrow was right out. Fortunately he had a trick or two up his sleeve to help with that.

The thought of fucking her half to death today, and finishing the job in the morning excited Petrus immensely. So much so, that this time when his balls began to churn with the need to cum, he did not stop it, but encouraged it.

With a roar he slammed his cock one last time into Ana completely to the hilt, his balls smashing into her clit like a wrecking ball. Spasm and after spasm, he pumped his seed into her womb directly with an inarticulate roar.

 

[AikoCrane]

She was spent, done. Her body jolted occasionally under him. His balls hitting her clit kept sending shocks through her. But she could climb the mountain to an orgasm no more. She just accepted him. Ana didn't mine, it felt right to just let him have her.

It felt like she had been being fucked by this man for a lifetime when he finally came. He roared and it was almost inhuman. She felt like she was being devoured by a monster, and she didn't care. Ana had never even imagined being so thoroughly used.

"My God, Petrus, you are amazing. If you insist this is a creation I don't know what you have created. I feel destroyed. Happily destroyed."

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus smiled, "I am creating a willing musical sex demon." He stood up eyes glinting. "Now that the bargain is struck we will begin in earnest to enrich your career, and my needs."

He sat in the chair facing the bed. "We will have to do a complete wardrobe makeover. What you wore tonight shall not do. The bra was too thick. The dress too conservative. This isn't Nashville, act the part of a Hollywood diva. I will get you noticed, you have to make sure that you are worth looking at and listening to."

"Even your friends will have to change. Molly will no longer do. I will introduce you to some world class in their field people. They will be your feiends."

 

[AikoCrane]

She laughed at the strange choice of words. "It's just a management contract, you talk as if I sold my soul to you or something."

He was probably right about her needing a makeover. Her wardrobe was just what she found on the clearance racks that fit. Ana didn't think very much about what she wore. She nodded in acceptance, it sounded like he wanted her to dress more provocative than she had done in the past, but if he believed she could carry it off she would trust it.

"My friends?" This shocked her. "Molly and I have been friends for years, I'm not giving up my friends!" She stood and folded her arms. "You can dress me how you like, I will go to the parties you want, but when I'm not working you can't control my friends."

 

[a_libertine]

"Molly will cause you to doubt. She is unaccustomed to success, and she will doubt your success and will make you question it. That questioning can, and likely will be, your downfall."

His eyes held hers, as he stated, "You must be committed to this process or it will fail."

He watched as they talked, how her breasts rose and fell with each breath. The way they swayed as she moved. Soft and lush, she was a prize catch when her talent with the piano was factored in.

"Do you sing and write music?"