s*x Studio

CHAPTER ONE   The elevator chugged slowly to the second floor of ABS. That smell! It was a mixture of bath oil, perfume, and that wonderful aroma of a beautiful woman's body evaporating. "Are you with David Alan's orchestra?" the girl asked, turning to Dana. "Why, uh, yes." Dana answered, surprised, "as a matter-of-fact, I was just going to work." Dana made a gesture toward his violin. "He's my favorite!" she smiled broadly and tossed her hair to one side. "Yes, he has a good orchestra." Dana replied. "I think that is just wonderful," the girl continued. "I work upstairs in the office and don't get to meet too many people who play horns, or act, or anything like that." "Yeah, I guess not," Dana answered awkwardly. He felt ill-at-ease and didn't quite know how to aid her attempt at idle conversation. The elevator jerked to a stop and the secretary and the violin player left together. "Goin' to have coffee?" she asked Dana, as they walked down the large hall, filled with props and sets. "Why, I'd love to. I'll even buy." Dana answered, a little surprised to be asked by such a pretty girl. "Having coffee with a member of David Alan's orchestra!" She smiled and made the same gesture she had made on the elevator with her hair. It was a cute gesture ... kind of sexy. They ordered coffee from the lunch wagon and found a seat. Dana was in his late forties and greying a little. He didn't look like a musician; violin players seldom do. He looked more like a rabbi, or a diamond cutter. Not being too tall, he stood very straight. He had a very charming smile, although he wasn't particularly handsome. "How long have you been with David Alan?" she asked, her knee against Dana's leg underneath the table as they talked. "Oh, lemme see. I don't know ... off and on for ten, twelve years, I guess." Dana replied, pressing his leg gently against hers and relaxing his eyes. He grinned slightly, feeling the same sensations he had felt long ago as a young man. He could feel the vibrations of her body against his as their legs touched. He reached out for her hand. She met his half-way and they sat, staring at each other . . , each with an awareness of the other's thoughts. The secretary was an attractive girl, much younger than Dana. She had large breasts which protruded behind her blouse. Her hips curved nicely down to shapely legs that showed themselves boldly under the short skirt. She was in her late twenties, a secretary for the accounting department of American Broadcasting System, the largest network in television. "Well, I have to go. I have to warm up a little before we start to play." Dana said, starting to rise from the table. He squeezed her hand, then let go. "I get a coffee break at ten thirty ... meet me then, will you?" She held onto his hand, refusing to let go. "Yeah, uh, sure. I will if I can. I work for fifty minutes and then only get ten off, so I will if I can. "Try and make it," she said, squeezing his hand, then turned and walked away. Dana looked after her as she left and took a deep breath. "Damn, what a body!" he said, aloud, watching the two cheeks of her ass move sensually behind her tight mini-skirt. She looked back and smiled, then tossed her hair deliciously to one side as she moved gracefully down the hall. Dana unsnapped his violin case, opened it, and unwrapped the highly polished instrument which lay in it's bed of red velvet. He placed a pad of cloth on his left shoulder and adjusted the violin until it was comfortable. Picking up his bow automatically he began to tune the four thousand dollar instrument. As he tuned, he thought about the girl he had just had coffee with. It made him feel good inside. It was a boost to his ego, which hadn't happened to him in many years, and now, a perfect stranger practically seduces him before nine in the morning! Smiling, he stared at the pile of music before him on his music stand. Glancing through the stack, he noticed many arrangements didn't include the violins. This was good. He sawed away at the fast show music automatically, looking at his watch every time the violins had a few measures rest. "I know it's early, but try to concentrate violins, on the music before us." David Alan said, smiling around the stem of his pipe. "You don't have to play in the next two numbers and you can get some rest, but please play what's before you ... I'd like to hear it just once!" The whole orchestra broke into laughter as Dana blushed. He grinned when he thought about the note he had just missed ... he didn't miss many. Dana had been playing violin for nearly forty years and knew his instrument well. Other things in life confused him, but his confidence reigned supreme when he cradled his violin. "Okay brass, let's take it from the top." the Maestro announced. Dana put his violin down carefully and started for the lunch wagon. He felt young again ... like a school boy going to a rendezvous with his best girl at recess. The secretary sat in the far corner of the lunch pavilion. She smiled and leaned her head to one side as if to say 'hello.' Dana walked briskly to the coffee machine. He poured himself a generous amount, paid for it, and walked toward the girl. "I see you managed to get away for awhile," she said, smiling. "Yeah, the violins got a little break, so I got a chance to sneak away," Dana explained, sitting down close to the girl. "By the way, what's your name?" "Cynthia," she said in a low, sexy voice. "You look like a Cynthia," Dana replied, looking at her body approvingly. The toe of her shoe moved slowly up Dana's ankle and caught the bottom of his trouser leg. She moved her foot slowly, back and forth, teasing him deliberately. "Want to show me around?" she looked into his eyes ... her head leaned to one side and she put one finger between her lips when she spoke. "Sure," Dana replied, "I'm only a violin player, but I'll show you what I know anything about." They walked past an elaborate set that was to be used in a musical production number. Cynthia stood for a moment admiring the dazzling beauty the set designer had created. Dana lingered a few feet behind watching her. He looked at her hips that were pushed boldly into her tight mini-skirt. Her legs curved their way downward to two pretty little feet that fit snugly into a pair of petite high heels. "What an' ass!" he whispered to himself. Cynthia turned and said, "Isn't is beautiful ... just beautiful!" "Yeah, it sure is!" Dana said, grinning as he looked at her hips. "You like that?" she asked, realizing where he was looking. "Uh-huh!" Dana drawled. "Do you want it?" she asked, walking toward him. Dana was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to say. He kept still a moment, then answered, "I sure do!" "Well, let's find a place then," she said casually. "There's a phone booth." "A phone booth?" Dana asked, incredulously. "Why not?" Cynthia asked, pulling him toward the row of booths. "Got any better suggestions?" Cynthia entered the booth first and sat down on the tiny stool. When Dana entered and closed the door behind him, she undid the button on his sport coat and slid her arms around and underneath his coat. Her legs parted when she pulled him down to meet her open mouth. Eric Lloyd stood silently by the apple machine eating cottage cheese. He had never enjoyed such a mid-morning break in all his years in the studios. Knowing Dana as he did, he couldn't believe what he had just witnessed in the past eighteen minutes. It was a shock to even see him sit with a girl, much less play toesies with her at the lunch area and hold her hand while walking down the hall ... then enter a phone booth with her! His curiosity overwhelmed his shy nature and he walked close to the phone booth. He couldn't believe what he saw in the tiny booth. She had her hand inside his pants! Eric walked by slowly and copied the number of the telephone down on a piece of paper. He grinned with excitement as he entered a phone booth next to theirs. He searched for a dime and dialed the number. Dana was in complete ecstasy. Cynthia had hold of his c**k and was jerking him off. . .ever so slowly. The phone rang! Dana's heart leaped to his throat. He backed into the glass door. The sound of crunching metal and glass filled the hall as he panicked. The door bent with his advances, almost breaking. Dana had his pants half way down and he tried to turn around. He jerked frantically at the small piece of metal on his zipper ... as the phone continued to ring. His shirt tail was caught in the zipper! "Let me help you, darling," Cynthia said in a relaxed tone of voice. She released the shirt tail easily and zipped it closed. The telephone screamed to be answered. Instinctively, Dana picked up the receiver. "Hello," his voice sounded shaky. "I thought you would never answer," Eric laughed. "What in the hell is going on in there, you old codger?" "Eric, you son of a b***h!" Dana screamed. "How did you ... I mean, what did ... well. . . "I saw two people go into a phone booth and close the door, so I peeked. Why you old lover you." "Listen, you bastard, don't be telling anything you saw when we get back to work or I'll shove that violin of yours up your ass!" Dana started to laugh. He felt silly having been caught. It made him feel proud to have Eric find him out. "Well, lover, we'd better get back ... it's been quite a while," Eric suggested, "unless you're not going back," he added with a dirty laugh. "Yeah, you're right," Dana agreed, a little more relaxed. "I'll meet you back at the store." He hung up the receiver and looked down at Cynthia. Reaching down with both hands, he filled them with soft breasts, as his mouth met hers in a passionate kiss. "See you at noon, honey. I gotta run now." Dana felt brave and strong as he walked briskly back towards stage 33. "Rah-to-tah-di-de-DAH!" roared the violin section. It never sounded so good and in tune, Dana thought. He remembered the same enthusiasm long ago when he had first worked with a symphony orchestra. He had worked for ninety dollars a week, six months a year and had to take pupils on the side to make a living. When he did get the opportunity to play, it was a special privilege that he felt he had earned. This was how he felt now. . .he was truly enjoying playing his violin. Twelve o'clock presented a problem. It was time for Cynthia's lunch break and Dana had one more tune to rehearse and pre-record. He fidgeted in his chair and looked at his watch. "Dana," Eric whispered, who sat next to Dana. "There are only four violin parts to this piece. We'll cover it. Go ahead and split now," he smiled as he leaned over and took the piece of music from in front of Dana. "Hey, thanks, Eric. I'll do you a favor sometime," he said, sneaking away from the violin section. He put his violin away and left by the rear entrance. Eric is a nice guy, Dana thought. They had worked together many years and he realized that he didn't really know him. Their conversations were mostly about music and baseball. He was like most of the violin players he worked with ... he remained alone most of the time. "Let's go to Kiko's for lunch, Cynthia, it's dark and cozy." "Anywhere, lover." They walked with their arms around each other as they left ABS. There were twenty busses in the parking lot which had brought people from somewhere to be the audience in one of the shows. "Two daiquiri's please," Dana ordered, then lit a cigarette. Cynthia slipped her hand around and under Dana's knee. "Hungry?" Dana asked, moving closer to his new friend. "I think I'll drink my lunch." Cynthia said, sipping on the frosted glass. She moved her hand slowly up his leg, moving her fingers sensually as she neared his crotch. "Did you find a place?" "A place? For what? Oh! A Place!" Dana shifted in his seat. He couldn't get used to the frankness of Cynthia. She wanted him and her only problem was 'where.' He looked at her apprehensively. "Yeah, uh, well, I mean I think I have. I have a friend who is a dancer on the show and they give them dressing rooms. Maybe we can use his." High pitched voices filled the room with gay laughter. Most of the happy people that entered the darkened bar were men. "There's Bernie now," Dana spotted him among the group of dancers. They chose a booth in the corner and continued being happy. Cynthia and Dana watched the happy dancers. They seemed to have a secret from everyone else. They sat close together and talked quietly, laughing occasionally. Bernie looked up from the crowd and saw Dana. "Com'ere, Bernie, would you?" Dana called out. "Sure, Dana," Bernie answered, rising to go to his booth. "What's on your mind, beauty?" he asked, sitting across from the couple. "I need to take a nap this afternoon and wondered if I could use your dressing room." "I won't need it most of the afternoon. Sure, go ahead, it's number 12." Bernie handed Dana the key. "Have a good nap." "Thanks, Bernie. You're a doll." "If I thought you meant that, I'd go to the dressing room with you myself," he said, laughing as he went back to his booth. "Want another drink?" Dana asked, looking at his check. "No, I want to go now," Cynthia said, squeezing Dana's crotch. Dana jumped at her touch. He wasn't used to this sort of thing, much less in public. "Relax, love. Don't be so jumpy," Cynthia smiled as she stood up. The sun blinded them as they left the opaque bar. They both fumbled for their dark glasses. Dana had a private entrance to the ABS building. He propped open a side door with a door-stop, then he could re-enter without a key. Most of the employees knew about this and all of them used the same entrance. It saved walking to the front of the building, which was quite a distance. "Kiss me now," Cynthia said when they entered the building. Dana looked around quickly as he put his arms around her. He let his hands rest on her slightly plump rear end. He squeezed her gently, pulling her body against his and finding her open mouth. They swayed back and forth, then leaned on the wall as they continued their kiss. Cynthia pushed the lower part of her body hard against his and he returned the movement. "s**t!" Dana ejected. "Let's get upstairs!" The elevator waddled it's way slowly upward. It shook, sputtered, and rolled from side to side as the couple waited. Dana glanced around the ancient elevator. There was no brand name above the door, nor were there any numbers over the controls to determine which floor you wanted. It had been scratched away ... perhaps in disgrace to it's manufacturer. "He said it was number twelve," Dana muttered, walking down the narrow hall that led to the dressing rooms. "Here it is," he said, turning the key in the thick, brass knob. "I've never been back stage before. It's all so exciting!" Cynthia said. Dana smiled at her innocence as they entered the tiny room. There was a couch, or bed, whichever you wanted to use it for, a dressing table and chair, a closet with costumes hanging there and a toilet in a separate room. Cynthia was unbuttoning her blouse when Dana turned on the light. The blouse fell forward, exposing her large breasts that swelled around the tightness of her brassiere. Dana stood watching. He took a deep breath to relax the excitement which ran through his chest. His c**k began to harden and swell in his pants as he looked at her soft, beautiful body. It had been a long time since his wife had died. He hadn't bothered to find other women after that. He had buried his life in his work. This beautiful creature before him now excited him so much he could hardly move. He was embarrassed at his immobility. His face was crimson, and could feel the hotness in his cheeks. With one quick backward twist of her hands, the brassiere relaxed its hold on the two mounds of flesh and slid down her arms to the floor. She sat down on the edge of the leather couch and looked up at Dana. "Do you like them?" she asked, looking down to the two well rounded mounds of soft, white flesh. The n*****s stood firm, begging to be kissed. "Like them? I just want to sit back and look! My god, they are beautiful!" Dana replied with a shortness of breath. He sat down beside her and stared at the wonderfulness before him.