Double D In A Major

Ricky Spanish’s fingers are all over the keys but nothing lands right. He’s sweating, cussing under his breath, and the audition’s breathing down his neck. Bunny tries to calm him down with the usual pep talk, but he’s still spiraling. So he reminds her about that one time she flashed her bra to keep him motivated. She says it was a single-shot deal, yet Ricky keeps begging. She caves, slips off her top, and the black lace stays right in his face. He bangs out a few more notes and still chokes. “Bra off,” he blurts. Bunny gives him that half-annoyed look, but he’s desperate enough that she unhooks it anyway. Tits out, nipples tight, and he starts again. Hands cramp up on the second bar. Bunny doesn’t even argue this time—just grabs his wrists and plants his palms on her soft tits so he can relax. Touching skin works. The piece comes out clean. They grin, then they’re all over each other: mouths crashing, clothes shoved aside, fucking right there on the piano bench until it creaks, then moving to the couch where he drives into her like he’s still chasing the perfect rhythm.