Caroline the slut

Caro shuddered as she approached the office of her new cello teacher, the thought of her old one retiring sending a chill down her spine. Her hands shook as she nervously pulled open the door and stepped inside. The room was filled with an eerie silence as a man in his late 50s welcomed her with a sly grin, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

Caro was led out to the secluded backyard, where an old, crumbling studio stood. As Caro unpacked her cello and prepared to play, Maier's gaze roved hungrily over her body. Her tight woolen dress clung to every curve, accentuating her ample breasts and flaring out below her buttock. With her long blonde hair intertwined in a pretty braid, Caro was a vision of beauty.

Maier signaled for Caro to cease playing, his hand settling on her shoulder with an unfamiliar weight. His voice was soothing and calm as he praised her talent yet dread settled in her stomach like a heavy stone — confusion clouding her head as to why she ever had chosen this place.