The Piano Player

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It is late at night in the piano bar. Who tries to pick up the piano player?
 
Last man standing

How's this?

It's a mild May night in Chicago, it's 11:30 pm and here's a jazz bar and a piano player/singer duo is on the stage. The singer is stunningly beautiful and wearing a sparkly dress that shows all her curves. She has a deep throaty voice and she sings well and everyone is going to fuck whomever they came with or whichever stranger they can get their hands on because she set the mood.

Becki Biggins comes to mind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiSoa6XSi5c

But that piano player, now she's not much to look at. She's there because of her technical skill and she's dressed up as much as possible but she's not much to look at.

Her hands, though, they stroke and caress and tease the keys, working song after song up to a satisfying conclusion and our protagonist, James <or whomever> appreciates good piano-playing and starts imagining what those hands would do on his cock.

Or James is a Jeanette and the fingers do what they would on her. Or, the piano player is a man whose strong hands delicately gliding over the ivory stokes the imagination of our Jeanette who hasn't been out of her apartment in months from COVID and she's dying to be touched.

Who does the touching?
 
A woman on a business trip looking to cheat on her husband goes to a piano bar to be hit on but comes short on the perspective men that hits on her. She gets into a casual conversation with the piano player and afterwards he takes her back to his place. She thinks he's just a guy who's works for minimum wage and tips, but when she see's his expensive condo, it turns out he is actually a wealthy musical prodigy who wants to live a low profile and actually owns the piano bar he plays at.
 
I agree that the key* to this story is the piano player's talented hands, and the magic that those hands can perform on the body of a lover.


*see what I did there?
 
A woman on a business trip looking to cheat on her husband goes to a piano bar to be hit on but comes short on the perspective men that hits on her. She gets into a casual conversation with the piano player and afterwards he takes her back to his place. She thinks he's just a guy who's works for minimum wage and tips, but when she see's his expensive condo, it turns out he is actually a wealthy musical prodigy who wants to live a low profile and actually owns the piano bar he plays at.

I adore this, and would very much enjoy reading it!
 
Reminds me of a joke about a piano player with Tourrette's who gets hired on the condition he doesn't speak to the audience or introduce any of his songs...

"Do you know your cock is hanging out of your trousers and spunk is dribbling onto your shoes?" Placing his beer confidently on the bar, the pianist grins, looks her square in the eye and says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!!
 
Reminds me of a joke about a piano player with Tourrette's who gets hired on the condition he doesn't speak to the audience or introduce any of his songs...

"Do you know your cock is hanging out of your trousers and spunk is dribbling onto your shoes?" Placing his beer confidently on the bar, the pianist grins, looks her square in the eye and says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!!

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is a Story Idea that deserves to be in a story!
 
Reminds me of a joke about a piano player with Tourrette's who gets hired on the condition he doesn't speak to the audience or introduce any of his songs...

"Do you know your cock is hanging out of your trousers and spunk is dribbling onto your shoes?" Placing his beer confidently on the bar, the pianist grins, looks her square in the eye and says, "Know it? I fucking wrote it!!

Bravo!!!!!
 
It is late at night in the piano bar. Who tries to pick up the piano player?
Who picks-up him or her? The gals and/or guys who haven't scored before closing time -- y'know, the folks that incels lack energy or brains to pursue.

Alternative venue: A skating rink. Target: The organist. (Korla Pandit used to play at my hometown rink.) Target could also be an organist at a minor-league baseball stadium or late-night church service.
 
I've been running this one through my head since I saw it earlier today. Suppose it goes in a different direction. Suppose a young girl, aspiring cabaret singer is taken by the somewhat older piano player. She steps up and begins to sing along with a tune he didn't think she'd know ... maybe one of the Jazz standards. During a break they talk and agree to do a set of duets for the evening. Take it into a romance story where they hit it off and become a performing couple.
 
Who picks-up him or her? The gals and/or guys who haven't scored before closing time -- y'know, the folks that incels lack energy or brains to pursue.

Alternative venue: A skating rink. Target: The organist. (Korla Pandit used to play at my hometown rink.) Target could also be an organist at a minor-league baseball stadium or late-night church service.

Lots of opportunity for some groan-worthy puns in this version.

"How long have you been playing the ORGAN?"
"Most of my life!"

"I've got an ORGAN I'd like to see you perform on."
"Can't wait to get my fingers on it!"
 
Lots of opportunity for some groan-worthy puns in this version.

"How long have you been playing the ORGAN?"
"Most of my life!"

"I've got an ORGAN I'd like to see you perform on."
"Can't wait to get my fingers on it!"

"Do you pipes need cleaning?"
 
What happens to our lonely hero on Halloween night after the last apple has been bobbed for, the last monster mashed?
 
Suppose the organist can only play while their organ is being tuned? No organ tuning and the fingers can't find the right keys. Organ tuning in progress unleashes an accomplished maestro.

During any concert an organ tuner is positioned appropriately, but during a special competition against a fellow savant, the organ tuner gets a case of lockjaw and has to stop. The fingers go kerflooey and the other player wins. Does the other player have a tuner too?
 
Suppose the organist can only play while their organ is being tuned? No organ tuning and the fingers can't find the right keys. Organ tuning in progress unleashes an accomplished maestro.

During any concert an organ tuner is positioned appropriately, but during a special competition against a fellow savant, the organ tuner gets a case of lockjaw and has to stop. The fingers go kerflooey and the other player wins. Does the other player have a tuner too?
our lonely piano player has now learned to play an organ? Wowsers.
 
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