Mio Akiyama was in the club room all alone.

Tonight was the big performance and she wanted to
be ready.

The muscles in her shoulders and hands felt stiff.

The only way to cure this, Mio thought, was practice.

She had just tuned Elizabeth and was warming up
when it happened.

It started with a skipped note in a scale. Instinctively,
her pinky reached out to play it but, of course, a
mistake is a mistake and she started the scale over.

It happened again this time, but, instead of stopping,
she repeated it and added a few notes. Then she
played it again, and again, and again until she had
turned it into a little melody.

With a smile on her face, she started swaying to the
beat. Mio closed her eyes and let the music sweep her
away. Soon, she was dancing around in a little circle
as the deep bass notes caused the very air around
her to come alive. The wood of the guitar vibrated
gently with each resonating sound and it shook Mio
to her core.

All of the pre-concert worries were melting away with
every note.

The tune was now so familiar to her that she let the
pick fall from her hand in favor of her fingers so she
could add more notes on top of her steady melody.

The clatter of the small piece of plastic as it hit the
wooden floor did not even phase her.

Though she would never admit to it, Mio blushed as
she purposely let the bass vibrate against her
stomach and enjoyed the sensuous feeling she
experienced.

What the girl did not know was that someone had
crept into the room and silently stepped behind her.

Mio tried to scream but the hand that was suddenly
clapped down over her mouth stifled the noise. Her
eyes were wide as another arm wrapped around her
waist and brought the now rigid girl into her attacker's
chest.

"Don't scream, Mio-chan," her molester said sweetly,
"that was a pretty little song you were playing," then,
into her left ear, the attacker whispered, "and that
was a sexy little dance you were doing. May I dance
with you?"

Mio squealed when she felt teeth begin to nibble
lightly on her earlobe. She squeezed her eyes shut as
her only defense. The bass rocked back and forth on
its strap, making its own small buzzes in protest that
were projected slightly by the amplifier.

It was only a few seconds of this treatment before the
long-haired girl melted and all the tension left her
body as she sank to her knees.

Futile attempts were made against her attacker's
hand that was now undoing a few buttons on Mio's
shirt.

Fingers delicately fondled her breasts and lightly
pinched her nipples through the thin bra.

Mio had finally stopped resisting and her breathing
was gradually slowing, making her whimpers and
whines fewer and quieter.

Her partner removed the guitar strap from the strap
buttons.

The small horn of the bass was gently pressed
against Mio's loins, causing the musician to flinch
slightly.

"I have a little song too. I call it 'Mio' and it goes
something like this."

The lowest string was plucked and the resulting
vibrations went up and down Mio's body forcing her
to cry out.

The girl fell to the floor clutching her bass. She lay
there trembling while the other stood up over her
victoriously.

"Good luck tonight, Mio-chan."