Title: “You requested the private performance, correct?” Octavia asks, wearing a st Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/RdENDZ7Y First Edit: Saturday 28th of November 2015 07:36:39 PM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 28th of November 2015 07:36:39 PM CDT “You requested the private performance, correct?” Octavia asks, wearing a stern frown. As you nod in the affirmative, the purple-eyed girl gives a gentle sound of approval before setting down her instrument case. The latches click as she opens it up and sets herself up in her chair, giving you time to admire the dusky grey teddy she’s garbed herself in.   The flowing part of the fabric is sheer, revealing a body accustomed more to sitting than standing, but certainly not out of shape; simply sloping softly over her belly and a faint trace of love handles. But while her top and bottom are both solid in color and support, they still struggle to contain her bulging bust, thick thighs, and the copious cheeks of her backside.   After positioning herself properly, quite a feat considering her chest threatens to push the instrument out of reach should she shift her weight too much, the curvy cellist proceeds to play you a tune. It’s lonesome and melancholy, but with enough energy to force her bow from one end to the other rapidly at times. Each time she does, fast or slow, she puts on a very jiggly show. And as the solo performance continues, you can see her pale cheeks beginning to color. Her breathing quickens. Her legs begin to rub against one another, and she begins casting her eyes away from her instrument; focusing instead on yours. As the song finally ends, Octavia wets her lips and offers you a much more accommodating smile.   “So, was it to your liking?” You offer her a brief round of applause, which causes the cellist to blush brighter. She brings a finger up to toy with a bit of her hair, biting her lip as she gives you a coy look. “Then, I suppose that you’re ready to move on to the next bit of your private performance? I promise, it’s worth every cent.”   Rising from her seat, the cellist makes a show of absolutely engulfing the neck of her instrument from behind within the vast expanse of her cleavage. She raises an expectant eyebrow, and then frowns a little as you decline. The frown changes to from confused to anxious as you request another song.   “I am sorry but, I think I would much rather continue on, and I am sure that you would appreciate my services just as much as you would another song. Please I-” You cut her off with a raise of the hand and shake of the head before motioning for her to play again. The dark haired cellist gulps, but does as she’s told.   This song is far more energetic than the last, her bow dancing across the strings, now sending her whole body into a series of small, seismic shakes. The breathless beauty pants as her eyes leave the instrument again, giving you her undivided attention as she continues to play the piece entirely by touch. As the song grows in intensity, her pupils begin to dilate, her entire body trembling as she gasps for air.   When she finishes, Octavia drops the bow to the floor with a clatter and rises from her seat. She makes a show of sliding her fabulous funbags up and down the neck of the cello repeatedly this time, before finally sliding all the way to the top. Her tongue slips out between her lips, and she begins to lavish the tip of the instrument with long, leisurely licks. Now as bright as a tomato, she pauses her lavish tongue worship long enough to ask, “Will you let me serve you now?”   After a moment of silence, you smirk and point to the bow again. Octavia offers up a trembling moan, but you repeat the motion. She does as she’s told. As the mercilessly molested musician squirms anew, you smile.   Who knew that having someone who gets aroused when they play could be so much fun?