“Princess Ironheart is in today?”

”Shsh, Jenny, not so loud, the patients can hear you.”

“Kathy Hillborne.”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me, please. Sorry your mother will have to stay in the waiting room. But don’t you worry, we take good care of you.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Of course it will hurt, darling. That’s the whole idea. It marks the end of your childhood and the beginning of your youth. But we put something in your mouth and you can scream as much as you want. No, no, no. There’s no reason to start crying …”

“God, she gives me the creeps with her German accent, let alone young girls, they must be scared to death.”

“Shsh, she can still hear you.”

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That was her favourite moment: After all the teaching, when the evening still was mellow, a moment alone, just her and the flute and its crystal clear sound, while her lips moved on their own and the fingers just knew, when to struck the right key.

She had sneaked in and sat at her feet. Mika couldn’t have heard her over her own music, but she must have sensed her presence as a smile started playing around her closed eyes. The last note still echoed in the small room, when Anna kissed Mika’s knee and stood up to lift her skirt.

“Time to play my flute.”

She grabbed Mika’s brown haired pony tail, shook Mika’s head left and right and then pressed it against her hairy crotch.

There was a squeaky noise coming from that place: half protest half relish, half greed half recognition that piano teachers have a peculiar smell, when sitting with a naked pussy for a whole day on a piano stool. Mika liked to go slow, exploring every crevice with the tip of her tongue, till it finally reached the Holy Grail, the little morsel of pleasure. The hissing and mewling, when she circled it to reach in, where the clit was fixed to its hood, well greased with little specks of cheesy flavour, were always the signal to look up to see Anna’s crunched up face in pre-orgasmic bliss. The first taste of sticky juice, when she made her tongue thick and long at the same time, to push it in, trying to reach Anna’s G spot, had her salivating without fail, making it necessary to swallow copious amounts of spit and love juice. She became voracious, slurping, grunting, ripping and biting, till the unmistakable flooding of her face, the rhythmic pulsing of Anna’s asshole, the wheezing sound of Anna’s attempt to be inconspicuous, with all the music students still running up and down the school’s staircase, was the reward she was waiting for.

“God, you always make my day, beauty.”

Anna showered Mika’s wet, horsey, long nosed face with many tender little kisses, while Mika giggled and squirmed.

“It’s such a shame that I can’t reciprocate.”

There was a shy naughtiness in her eyes, when Mika pulled down her panty hose, revealing her empty slit, her lips swollen, her little hole leaking.

“Just hold me down there.”

Anna trailed her finger along the skinless gap.

“Mhm, it’s fun making it all wet.”

“Aunty liked to do this as well. She had me stand there naked and play and she would tip in my hole and paint my pussy with my juice saying ‘I like to see your shiny sacrifice’.”

“She was the one, who forced you to have it done?”

“No, she was the one to buy this flute for me. But there was a prize. I had to prove that I was ready to really dedicate myself to become a flutist. Thus, to have no distraction, I had to loose my little knob. She insisted on being there at the KliniK, when it happened. She even paid for it.”

“Weird lady.”

“No, just very consequential. After all a golden flute is quite an investment.”

“So she was holding your hand, while the doctor cut you?”

“No, she wasn’t an empathic kind of person. She stood next to Dr. Klutzky and commented on his technique. She even asked him at one point to cut deeper, if I remember correctly, after all I was busy screaming like crazy.”

“They didn’t give you any anaesthetic?”

Mika had started to wiggle her bum by now, rubbing her wet, empty cunt against Anna’s hand.

“No, she said it would be too expensive and the pain would sharpen my mind for the entrance exam to the conservatorium. Luckily at least the young girl who shaved me had a little mercy on me. I think her name was Jenny and she wasn’t much older than me. I still remember how proud she was to call herself an apprentice licensed clitoridectomist. Such a bizarre job description. When she saw, how scared I was, she used the razor to frig my clit every time the doctor didn’t look. I was so close to coming, when the doctor started cutting that my screaming wasn’t only because of the pain, but also because with every movement of his knife agony and bliss combined to send me over the edge again and again.”

“And that’s why you’re now a little pain slut, isn’t it?”

With these words Anna squeezed her fingers shut, one hand marking the territory on top of Mika’s pussy, where once her clit resided, the other finding pleasure in testing the resistance of nipple material.

“So good, so close.”

Mika’s breathing had increased her eyes big with need. Her lips finally found Anna’s in deep passionate tongue play.

“Always so close.”

It took Mika a while to come down, a smile of bliss and sadness broken by little mewled sighs.

“So how come you end up here, in this little torture chamber of musical ambition?”

“Well I had the flute, I just didn’t have the talent. Aunty had brought the flute even into the KliniK. I really tried to be brave, but when she gave the golden flute to me right there in front of all these people in the waiting room, me barely able to stand with my crotch a pulsing, throbbing island of pain, I broke down and bawled like a little child.”

“Well, you still were a child, weren’t you?”

“Seventeen. Eighteen when I entered the conservatorium, twenty when everyone agreed that I’m a very good flutist, but no star material.”

There was surprisingly little resignation in Mika’s description of her past, which might have had something to do with Anna’s eager cleaning of her hand, saturated with Mika’s cream, which now and then she shared in pecks and licks with Mika’s soft lips.

“Sorry, Ma’am, but we’re really late, would it still be ok … Sorry, Mrs. Miller, you’re here as well? Are we interrupting? … Sorry but it’s for the school concert … if you could …”

“Just wait a moment outside.”

“Do you think they saw?”

“Don’t you worry, even if they did, I know too much about these two, I could get their parents to send their sorry asses straight to the KliniK, so they better behave.”

“Mhm, luckily I’m not your pupil.”

“Give my regards to Larry and the kids. Tell them, if they were good during the week, I might bring them their favourite chocolate on the weekend: that goes for all three of them.”

“Larry might even listen to that. Shall I send these two latecomers in? But I should open the window before, shouldn’t I?

“Leave it. Trixi and Louise might well appreciate the smell of real women.”

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“Verdammt nochmal, when will someone finally repair that door, I nearly break my fingers every time I close it. Bad enough to have the late evening shift to struggle every time with this damned door.”

“Everything all right, Nurse Bertha?”

“Oh George, you have a way of creeping up on people. And please, don’t put this torch into my face.”

“You’re hurt, Ma’am.”

“Damn, I cut my finger and I’m tripping blood all over the place. Well, at least it marks the entrance in quite a symbolic way, doesn’t it George?”

“If you say so, Ma’am.”