I rang the bell, and almost instantly, Jay appeared.
“Alright! We’ve got the piano player!!” he drawled. He was wearing a beaded tunic this time. It was blue, which somehow made his green eyes brighter, and his long hair was pulled back in a ponytail. “Here! Give us a hug!” he said and leaned in. I had to admit, he was goofy, but something about him was so attractive and magnetic. He was like nobody I had ever met before. “Come on in. Make yourself comfortable. Grab some food if you want it” he said as though I were a guest and not the hired help.
When I crossed the entrance way, I could see that everyone was wearing loose fitting clothing, and there was a table of h’orderves that looked like something out of the old Roman empire. There were real china plates and small silver forks. I could see lots of meats and cheeses, bowls of caviar and of course a variety of grapes and figs and other fruits. “Are you sure you don’t want me to start playing?” I asked, still feeling out of place, like the hired help I was. “I’m happy to.” I said.
“You can if you want.” he said, shrugging as though I were merely volunteering my services. “The ceremony isn’t until 6, but you can go ahead and play some.
I went to the room where the piano was. It was very dark, except for the light on the piano I had requested, and I noticed there were rows of unlit candles on tables and in the candle holders on the wall. There was also a mattress on the floor covered in what seemed like silk or some other very fancy fabric and rose petals that hadn’t been there when I had been in the room a few days prior.
I tentatively played a few chords. It took a few phrases to get a feel for the pedals and remember that I would need to really pound the keys to get the sound I wanted out of the instrument, but soon I felt ok with it. I started improvising off some chords in one of the books Jay had given me, and watched as people milled around the buffet table in the next room. So far, it seemed like any other party I’d ever been to or played for in my life. Very ordinary, aside from the fact that everyone was wearing loose fitting clothing, had better than average good looks, and I was playing in a dark room with a bed in it.
About 15 minutes later, Jay came in, walked me through the service. When we talked through it, it seemed a lot like a church service. There was a list for when he wanted things to happen with some vague sounding bullet points, but it looked fairly straight forward, really. There was a welcome song and a time to give thanks. He also wanted some love songs to be played during some kind of flower opening ceremony that was to take place. I nodded, and said I would do my best.
As people filed in. They took off the loose fitting garments and placed them in cubbies. Then they filed in, and kissed Jay’s hand as they did. No one seemed uncomfortable. It seemd natural and almost beautiful, though it was hard for me to see in the very dim light.
Some people whispered to Jay as they rose from kissing his hand, much like they would to a pastor at a church, probably giving updates about their lives since they had seen him last. Most of the people were young. Probably in their 20’s or 30’s. There were a few older people, up to about age 60, but all of them were very fit and looked as though they cared about their appearance. I supposed if you were going to strip down and be naked, it would provide a lot of incentive to go to the gym.
I switched to improvising in Lydian mode so I could look around the piano and take in the people. I was struck by how different but beautiful everyone was. It was so different from looking at a movie depiction of nude bodies. Not all the men were hung like horses, and not all the women had perfect perky breasts, except for June. She was the only person I could say really looked gorgeous. In fact, I would say she looked even more gorgeous not wearing anything than she did with.
Jay gestured for me to play the opening song for the candle lighting ceremony. As I played the slow ballad, people sang along, and I was aware that some men were lighting candles along the walls and even on the piano itself, which was slightly distracting. When they were finished, the whole room glowed in the soft light, and did make it easier to see the music as well as the people in the room. When it was finished, Jay stood, and started speaking.
“Thank you all for coming!” he said in that bombastic preacher sort of way with his over the top accent. He talked for a while about how far away people had come. Some had come from Europe, another from India, and he even thanked me for stepping in at the last minute. He explained that the regular piano player had been unable to come out on a flight, and that he’d had to find somebody locally (me) in a matter of several days, and it hadn’t been easy.
He went on talking about logistics. We had the moment of silence where I played, then several people came forward to talk about ways in which being part of the community had benefited them. One man said it had made him more giving, loving, and compassionate, though I failed to follow what he was saying exactly. Then, Jay spoke up again.
“The flower opening ceremony today is for our sister Kate.” he said “Come on to the middle Kate!” He made a gesture with his hands urging the brunette with a ring of flowers on her head to lay on the bed covered in petals.
As she was lying down, Jay said “Kate is 19 years old as of last week, and for the past year, has been studying the words of our founder.” He paused, and Kate smiled at him. She was beautiful. She was fairly short and petite with wavy brown hair and small but perky breasts. Her pussy had a shadow of hair on it and as she lay down, I could see that she had waxed the lips clean.
I had a vague realization I was supposed to play, but I was transfixed. I wanted to see what this ceremony was about. To take it all in, so I kept watching as she lay in the circle while the circle of people looked on. “Sister Kate has been studying with June in weekly classes, and has decided that she wants to take our vow which celebrates not only the earth, but our bodies and sexuality,” he said.
Jay looked back at me as if to say “Play something,” so, reluctantly, I did.. Again, foregoing the sheet music and reverting back to simple music I could play and half pay attention to what was going on.
I tried hard to remember that I was there to play, and not to bear witness to the ceremony and started concentrating on the piano before curiosity got the better of me, and I looked up to see June, on her knees fondling Jay as he looked intently at Kate. She then kissed his cock to life, and touched his balls tenderly, and I saw it rise up from his manly thatch of hair. It was so thick and masculine, and beautiful.
I must have missed a note, or a bunch of them, I’m not sure, but when a few people looked back at me, I snapped into submission to finish the piece.
By the time I looked back, June was giving Jay’s cock head a final kiss, and then she retreated back to her place in the circle.
Jay then clapped his hands, which I assumed meant I was supposed to stop. I glanced at the sheet he had given me, and realized that the next part, the part labeled “flower opening”, was to be done in silence as everyone watched intently, which (I assumed) would mark her membership into the club.
I noticed a lot of the men in the circle were getting hard and massaging their cocks, and even some of the women were touching their pussies and even reaching up to grab their breasts. Nobody touched anyone else though. They all seemed hyper focused on Jay and Kate..
At this point, Jay poised his cock to enter her, and I heard him grunt as he put his hard dick inside her sex.
As he thrust, I was supposed to be playing a specific piece called “Beautiful Love” so I started playing softly as he thrust into her over and over again. I wasn’t sure exactly how long I would have to play it. All the direction I had was “Until the act has been completed” so I just circled in a loop and was vaguely aware that everyone in the circle was rotating, taking turns kissing Kate on the mouth as she was thrust in over and over.
I kept going for several moments until I saw Jay tense up. He was completely still for a few seconds, and then a look of pleasure came across his face. He grunted loudly, and I could tell he was releasing his sperm inside of her. A few moments later, he pulled out of her, limp dicked and stood as the crowd cheered.
I broke into an upbeat piece that was joyful sounding. I could almost hear trumpets playing it in my head instead of a piano.
When I ended it, Jay made a breathless announcement. “Now that the ceremony is complete, let’s party down!” he said, and everyone started talking.
“Now that was a great ceremony!” I heard someone say, and then another person said “I wish mine had gone that smoothly.”
I replayed the joyful exit music, and everyone filed out of the room. Probably to the comfortable mattresses and beds in the next room to have the orgie I thought. I continued playing another piece I thought was appropriately upbeat, and then sort of faded out once I was alone in the room.
I had played terribly, I reflected. The opening was ok, and as people left I played well, but during the ceremony I missed notes and screwed up worse than I had for anything I’d played for. Ever. But honestly, who could have just played and ignored what was in front of them during such a strange ceremony? I had played in pit orchestras before, and been able to ignore famous ballet dancers and singers, but I had not been able to ignore someone having sex right in front of me. Tom Scott would have been a better person to do this, honestly. He was another piano player, and the most asexual person I had ever met. He would have been able to keep the music going and beautiful.
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