Snape walks into a bar (challenge answer)

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Hermione had said just enough to tip off Snape’s last nerve. He hurried out of the dark club, through the bar and around to the back alley where he knew that the dancers exited. Then he waited in the shadows, pulling his long black robes tightly around his body with a furious scowl furrowing his heavy black brows. He waited impatiently until he saw her small form emerge from the back door. Her hair was still silky and smooth and Snape assumed that she had used a straightening charm on it to tame the usual mess of curls. She was dressed in only a knee-length pea-coat and she shivered against the biting night wind.

He almost let out a low growl as he watched her stride up the alley, staying close to the wall and keeping her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, undoubtedly clutching her wand tightly. He didn’t understand why he had never realized how attractive she was before. Then he had to curse himself for even letting himself have those types of thoughts about a student, especially a Gryffindor mudblood. The fact that he himself was a mudblood didn’t cross his mind. It never did. He had worked too hard for too long to earn himself a respectable name with purebloods, and this little girl was ruining everything that he represented with her youthful, innocent sexuality. She was perfect. And what’s more, she had humiliated him. That required punishment. Or more appropriately, revenge.

Snape swiftly abandoned his hiding place and quietly followed Hermione at a distance until she stopped in front of a very rundown three-story house-type building. A faded sign was hung haphazardly over the front door reading “The House of Unholy Pleasures”. Snape gasped softly as the young witch tripped up the front steps and entered the brothel.

A woman’s loud, hoarse voice erupted as soon as Hermione had opened the doors. “Ruby! Where the fuck have you been Witch? Your eleven thirty client has been waiting for almost ten minutes and you missed you eleven o’clock entirely!”

Snape crept to the bottom of the steps, leaning around the banister to try and see through the partly open door. The woman that was screaming was short and frumpy. A few gray hairs streaked her short shaggy black hair, betraying her older age. She seemed desperate to appear youthful however and had forced her plump, aging body into a skin-tight black leather dress. The top was not at all flattering to her sagging breasts. She was very possibly the most awkward looking woman that Snape had ever seen. He turned his attention back to the pretty young witch who didn’t seem at all fazed by the old woman’s lecturing.

“I’m sorry I’m late Darlene!” Hermione’s tone didn’t sound at all sorry. “I was working!”

“This is the last time I wanna have to tell you Ruby, either be here on time for your appointments or your skinny ass is back on the streets!” The old woman named Darlene scowled viciously. “Quit the club if you have to! Just don’t disappoint me again.”

Hermione’s voice was somewhat quieter when she answered. “Darlene, you know I don’t have anywhere else to go. I work the club because of the tips! I need all the money I can get right now!”

“I don’t care about the tips Ruby!” Darlene straightened herself to her full height, but was still at least an inch shorter then Hermione. “If you miss one more appointment, that’s it. I mean it this time.”

At that moment an elderly man appeared from a stairwell that seemed to lead up to the second floor of the house. He was hastily pulling on an overcoat and a bowler hat and heading for the door.

“Oh, Mr. Brusell, look who’s here!” Darlene grabbed his arm to stop him and pulled him back towards Hermione. “Ruby is so sorry she was late, but there was a terrible accident and…”

“I don’t care. She missed the appointment. I want a full refund. I can’t wait around any longer my wife will be home soon.” The client, Mr. Brusell continued towards the door and Snape ducked out of the way, pulling far into the shadows as he stormed down the steps and disappeared around the corner.

“That’s it!” Darlene’s voice erupted in rage again and Snape quickly returned to his post. Hermione had finally started to look a little unnerved. “I want you out before sunup tomorrow. Get your things and get out! Mr. Brusell was one of our wealthiest clients! God knows I offered him plenty of the other girls but he only wanted you and you failed me…again!” She looked as though she could strike Hermione.

“Please Darlene…” Hermione’s voice quivered. “I don’t know where else to go. I’ll do anything! Please don’t send me away.” Her eyes watered as she continued to ramble. “School starts up next week! I’ll be out of here then! That’s only one week, please let me stay for one more week! I’ll do anything you ask! I’ll quit the club and I’ll take any clients you tell me to…” She stuttered.

Darlene was shaking her head. “No! Out…”

“I’ll do doubles…” Hermione quickly spoke up. Darlene paused and seemed to reconsider briefly. “I promise. I won’t argue. Assign me to whoever, whatever, I don’t care. I’ll work with Anita! We can do the doubles together…I know you’ve always wanted me to…”

Darlene sighed and then nodded slowly. “Alright. If I have your word on that. You’ll do anything with anyone. Even doubles?”
Hermione nodded meekly. “Fine. You can stay until school. But one more mess-up and I will personally toss you out. She lifted her eyes towards the staircase where another man was slowly descending, followed by a lanky blonde girl who was dressed in an elaborate black lingerie piece complete with a corset and garters. She looked barely older then Hermione. “Take off that jacket girl!
The men don’t come here to see you wearing something like that!” Darlene whispered harshly to Hermione and then turned to the two coming down the stairs.

Hermione obediently unfastened the jacket and let it slip to the floor, nonchalantly kicking it underneath a chair. Snape’s mouth unconsciously dropped open at the sight of the young girl’s nearly naked form…again. He once again realized how beautiful and perfect her body was. Underneath the long jacket she was wearing nothing but a matching set of red lace bra and panties. She placed her hand on her slender waist, posing for the client.

“Mr. Welling, I do hope you enjoyed your visit.” Darlene greeted the man. He was not quite as old as Mr. Brusell, but still at least forty. He too was pulling on an overcoat, and after he had finished that he fished a simple gold band out of his breast pocket and slipped it onto his ring finger.

“I always do Madam!” He grinned broadly, revealing perfect white teeth. “All your ladies are exquisite, but of course Mademoiselle Anita is exceptional.” He winked at the tall blonde who smiled appropriately. His gray eyes turned to Hermione and his smile widened. “Ah, Mademoiselle, it is a pleasure to see you again. It has been a while since I have enjoyed your company sweetheart.”
“Well, why don’t you schedule a meeting with Ruby for sometime this week?” Darlene suggested quickly. Always eager for more business.

“Ah, I’m not sure how good this week would be fore me Madam! Work is hectic this week and I’m not sure I’ll manage to get away. Next week however I would love…” Mr. Welling eyed Hermione again.

Darlene shook her head. “Unfortunately Mr. Welling, this is dear Ruby’s last week with us so if you wish to see her one last time, it would have to be this week…” Hermione seemed to be holding her breath.

“Well, that is rather tragic for me isn’t it? Must you leave precious Ruby? Your company will be most sorely missed!” Mr. Welling sighed regretfully. “I just don’t see how I’d have time…”

Hermione let out her breath a little obviously and had to quickly compose herself as Darlene shot her a nasty glare. “That is a pity Mr. Welling!” She spoke up softly. Snape’s eyes widened. Her voice took on a sultry tone that he would never have imagined she possessed. “I was so looking forward to another evening with you…but I understand of course, your work is very important to you…”

Darlene nodded at Hermione’s statement approvingly while Mr. Welling was briskly shaking his head.

“Oh no indeed! My work isn’t worth a damn to me…it’s just required, you see…” He gazed at Hermione longingly and licked his lips as his eyes openly traveled up and down her body. “Perhaps I could just slip out of the office for an hour or two…during lunch…nobody would notice then…”

Snape noticed Hermione’s grimace as Mr. Welling looked back to Darlene momentarily. She again composed herself, putting on the most seductive grin that Snape had ever seen on any woman before; he felt his face flushing with interest. It seemed to excite Mr. Welling as well because the man quickly nodded.

“Yes, I don’t see why not. Madam Darlene, I would indeed like to schedule an appointment with Ruby, for as soon as possible.” Mr. Welling followed Darlene over to a desk where she pulled out a schedule book and fussed about Hermione’s openings for the following day.

“What about eight o’clock tomorrow morning. You could come before work, couldn’t you?” Darlene suggested.

Mr. Welling thought for a moment and then nodded. “Yes, that would work. I’ll come then.” He turned and headed back to the door. He stopped briefly beside Hermione and kissed her roughly on the lips. She obliged emotionlessly. “See you in the morning gorgeous!”

“I can’t wait…” Hermione replied in her forced sultry voice.

Snape once again hid in the shadows as the man exited the building and headed for the car parked on the opposite side of the street. This time the door was closed so Snape had to cast a charm on the wall to allow himself to hear through it.

“It had to be him, didn’t it?” He could hear Hermione complaining.

“Ruby, you would do well to remember the deal we just made. I don’t want to hear any of your complaints about the clients.”
Darlene rebuked her before turning and walking away. Snape could hear her high heels click into a back room and fade away.

“It won’t be that bad Ruby!” The new voice had to belong to the blonde. The tone was lower then Snape had imagined her to have. She sounded exhausted and sickly.

“Come on Anita, you were just with him! How can you say that? All the girls hate Mr. Welling!” Hermione whined. “He’s not exactly
gentle.”

“I know.” Anita responded softly. The girls were silent for a minute and then Hermione gasped. Snape wanted to know what was happening. He noticed a window above his head and cast a hover charm on himself in order to see inside the window. Anita had pulled her corset down, uncovering her breasts. The pale skin around both of her nipples had been badly bruised. Hermione was close to the blonde girl, examining her body for other marks.

“I know he’s rough, but I’ve never seen it this bad before!” Hermione exclaimed as Anita covered herself up again.

“He had a fight with his wife.” Anita stated simply. “I guess he just took it out on me.” She tried to smile. “I’m sure he’ll be over it by the morning. He should be gentler with you! Don’t worry.”

Hermione didn’t seem comforted by Anita’s words. “Well, I should probably try to get some sleep. I’ll have to be up early to get myself ready for Mr. Welling.” She accepted a friendly kiss from the taller girl before both girls went their separate ways, Hermione up the steps to the second floor, and Anita towards an unseen back room.

Snape let himself float back to the ground with a deeper scowl then earlier. He had followed Hermione to seek revenge on the way she had shamed him in the club, but now, after seeing her living and work situation…he was at a loss about how to act. He didn’t feel urge to be angry at her anymore. It was strange, but he almost felt pity for the young witch. Damn! Snape growled at his own thoughts and stalked away from the building. She does not deserve pity! She put herself in this situation. It’s revolting really, the way she sells her body to men! The mudblood obviously has no self-respect. What a disgracing quality! He strode off into the night, determined to empty his mind of all thoughts concerning the young witch.


The plan wasn’t as successful as Snape had hoped though. He never could forget about Hermione Granger and her unusual choice of profession, or her amazingly attractive figure. Only three nights later Snape found himself once again hiding by the corner brothel. This time though, instead of hovering like an idiot outside the front door, Snape had procured an invisibility cloak and had wisely chosen to hide himself as he floated all around the windows of the building, searching the second floor for the young witch’s room.

He found her bedroom with the window luckily wide opened. He thanked the first warm day of the summer for that fact. He positioned himself just outside the window, knowing that he would be perfectly safe beneath the invisibility cloak and he would be able to stay there as long as he wanted with no suspicion. Of course he had to remind himself that spying on one of his students was wrong, even if she was a prostitute, but Snape couldn’t help his strange desire to see more of her and to know more about her and how she ended up there. She had never exactly seemed like a whore in school.

At this moment the room was empty. He only knew it was hers because the door was open and he could see a nameplate posted there that said “Ruby” which seemed to be her professional name. The room wasn’t large, but it was well-decorated and supplied with everything a bedroom could need, especially for the purposes of a whorehouse. There was a large round bed in the center of the room, covered with pale-blue satin sheets and a deep royal-blue silk bedspread. A candelabra hung above the bed and multiple candles were already lit casting a dim glow around the room, assisted by many more smaller candles strategically placed throughout the bedroom. To the left of the bed, against the wall, was a vanity table with an elegant mirror. The top of the table was scattered with various beauty products including multiple bottles of expensive perfumes. Against the other wall was a comfortable looking sofa, the same pale-blue as the bed sheets, and in front of the sofa was a low glass table which held a bottle of sparkling Champaign and two crystal glasses. A door against the same wall was partly open and revealed a spacious closet. Snape noticed that the slightest scent of roses drifted through the room and found the source to be a large vase on a small stand, alone in one of the corners of the room.

The atmosphere was enchanting. It was almost enough for even cold-hearted Snape to forget his constant harsh demeanor and allow himself to be open to the opportunity of wild, meaningless passion with the right woman…all of his thoughts ceased as she entered the room.

Her hair was wavier then the last time he had seen her, but still much more sleek and controlled then when she was at Hogwarts. He was certain that it had grown quite a bit over the summer, it now reached down to the middle of her back. Her body was once again mesmerizing. Snape couldn’t understand how she had gotten so beautiful. She was very slim, but her body curved in all the right places, especially her breasts…Snape didn’t believe that she could be only seventeen years old. Such a young woman and yet so developed…

She was wearing a silky black lingerie piece. Black lace panties and a silky top piece that tied together to form the bra. Snape watched longingly as Hermione paused in front of the mirror and leaned down to adjust the top of her outfit. She grabbed briefly at her boobs pushing them up so that the cleave doubled and then letting them drop back into place. She sighed deeply, sounding a bit exhausted of her routing as she pinched her nipples through the thin material. Snape’s breath caught as he noticed the hard nubs protrude through the fabric at her prodding. He had to force himself to start breathing again as she picked up one of the many product bottles from the vanity table and poured a small amount of oil into her dainty hands. She lifted one high-healed foot up onto the bench in front of the vanity and rubbed the oil over her leg, adding a stunning shimmer to her already golden-tanned skin. She proceeded to coat the other leg in the same oil, then her arms, and her flat stomach. When she started to rub the oil all around her smooth petite ass, Snape felt his cock growing hard. His breathing was coming in short jagged breaths as he watched her slip her fingers beneath the band of her thong and spread the oil smoothly out over her whole backside. He scolded himself for not being strong enough to resist her sexual charm. He was a professor and a very talented Potions master. He should not be turned on by a simple young mudblood student…he had to repeatedly tell himself this as she finally put the oil away and fluffed out her hair once before climbing onto the round bed and skillfully posing herself in a way that all her best attributes could be clearly admired.

Hermione leaned back on her elbows, keeping her chest raised high in the air. One leg was stretched straight out in front of her while the other was carefully bent and crossed just slightly blocking the view of her lace covered pussy. She lifted her chin high, cleared her throat, and took a deep breath. At that exact moment a clock somewhere chimed seven times and a man entered the open bedroom door.

“I’ve been waiting for you Mr. Trotter…” Hermione cooed in that same seductive tone that made Snape’s insides wriggle in excitement. “Close the door.” She instructed calmly.

Mr. Trotter eagerly shut the door, a little too hard, and instantly started stripping off his work attire: a very boring business suit. “I’m afraid I don’t have very much time Ruby…”

“Oh? That is a shame…” Hermione was very practiced at masking her true feelings while continuing with her sultry voice, but Snape could tell that she was pleased she would only have a short time with Mr. Trotter. “Why?”

“Well, I came straight here from work but the wife’s having her parents over for dinner at eight and she expects me to be there…” He explained in a hurry as he shed his suit jacket and white dress shirt and tie. He started working on the buckle on his belt.

“Well, we’ll just have to do the best we can with the time we have then Mr. Trotter.” Hermione waited patiently as her client undressed.

“Please call me Jeffery.” He insisted as he dropped his pants, now standing before her in only his very unflattering gray briefs.

“Fine Jeffery.” Hermione agreed. Her eyes scanned his body. He wasn’t too pitiful for an older man. Actually he wasn’t too old. Probably in his mid-thirties. He looked like he took care of his body, he probably even went to the gym occasionally. “How would you like it?” She asked simply. She spread her legs a little giving him a better view and he licked his lips anxiously. There was a very defined tent in his briefs from his hardening cock. “Slow and sultry?” She asked with a slight wink as she let one hand slowly trail up her bare stomach and tickle over one of her covered boobs.

Snape was starting to get uncomfortably turned on by the sight. He was glad that she was facing towards the window and he had a perfect view of everything that she did. He had forgotten the fact that he was not supposed to let himself get turned on. He was too anxious to see her naked to even think about the strangeness of his arousal.

“I know that you usually like it slow…” Hermione continued, letting her other hand trail slowly down to her covered pussy.

“No…” Jeffery exclaimed suddenly. He pulled his briefs off in a rush letting his cock free. “Not tonight! I haven’t had any for a week! I need it fast!”

Without another word he had jumped on the bed, lunging at the unsuspecting witch. She gasped slightly as he ripped her panties from her body and shoved all of his eight inch hardness into her. Snape drew in a sharp breath as he watched the young girl squirm beneath her client’s force. Jeffery started pumping in and out of her at a very quick pace. She didn’t protest, though she didn’t seem to be enjoying it very much at all.

“Jeffery, why not take it a little slower…” She asked breathily as he rammed into her repeatedly. One hand was braced against the bed keeping him balanced and the other was busily working on removing her top. He untied it with one hand and threw the silky material to the floor. Snape’s breath once again caught in his throat as her perky breasts were freed and now fully visible. He felt the urge to divert his eyes but he couldn’t make himself stop staring.

She gasped for breath as the man continued to thrust into her, shaking the whole bed with his force. His one hand had started squeezing at her breast, pinching her small nipples. They were very hard. Snape couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock had been hard for a good ten minutes and now it was starting to ache. He slipped one hand into his robe, once again grateful that he didn’t wear anything beneath the heavy material; the easy access had been beneficial a few times before. He instantly started pumping his own cock with his hand, squeezing it hard, every few seconds stopping to squeeze his aching balls. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning as he watched Jeffery pull Hermione up for a deep kiss as he continued to fuck her. Snape’s mind fleetingly wished that he could take Jeffery’s place.

“Oh Ruby…” Jeffery had started to pant, thrusting ever harder. Hermione let out an unconscious scream as he pounded hard. Snape couldn’t imagine how someone so young could handle such force. The client’s cock must be filling the young girl’s pussy entirely. Snape added his other hand to his masturbation and started pumping even more furiously. Jeffery was going to cum soon. It was evident in his shaky gasps and the clenching muscles in his ass. Snape was going to cum too. He couldn’t help it. Watching his young student being fucked so viciously was such a turn-on…“Oh god Ruby!” Jeffery’s whole body shuddered as he came and his large body dropped onto Hermione’s petite form which lay perfectly still, trying not to spoil her client’s moment. “Oh Ruby that was incredible!”

“Yes it was…” Hermione agreed politely as Jeffery slowly rolled off of her and started to redress. “Is that all?”

“Well, my wife is waiting…” Jeffery seemed very reluctant to leave.

“Of course. You don’t want to keep her waiting.” Hermione agreed with a fake smile. “Until next time…” She sat up on the bed, completely ignoring the fact that she was fully naked. Snape had cum and was now leaning against the window sill, trying to control his breathing quietly as he watched her with a growing lust.

“Right…have a good evening Ruby.” Jeffery finished dressing and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Hermione let out a long, shaky sigh and dropped back down on the bed. She ran her hands through her hair and squeezed her eyes shut. “Well that was a perfect waste of time.” She muttered to herself, finally standing and collecting her discarded lingerie. She held up the panties and frowned at the ripped material. “And that was a perfect waste of money!” She walked over to the closet and dropped the clothing inside before retrieving her wand from beneath the mattress of the bed and pointing it at the sticky stain in the middle of the quilt, muttering a quick spell to clean it.

A knock on the door got her attention and she turned to see Anita standing in the doorway in a black satin robe. “I saw Mr. Trotter leave.”

“Yea he was in a hurry.” Hermione shrugged, completely uncaring of her naked body.

“Well was he any good?” Anita asked.

Hermione shook her head. “Are they ever?” She sighed. “I don’t remember the last time that I came for a client.”

“I know what you mean.” Anita agreed with a shrug. “That’s why I masturbate.” She grinned teasingly and Hermione seemed to almost laugh.

“It’s not the same Anita.” Hermione sighed again. “At first it was an entertaining experience, but now…it’s so routine and there’s no passion.” She shrugged. “I don’t know what I expect, but the men seem to be getting more and hurried and less gentle and sensual…”

“Ruby! If you want sensual you’re in the wrong business. We’re all about the fuck not the sensuality of the sex!” Anita laughed. “Don’t worry Ruby, you’ll get used to it eventually. It’s just a paycheck anyway, right?” Hermione offered a slight smile. “Just wanted to tell you that you have a nine o’clock with Mr. Walker. He requested the innocent angel act.” Anita rolled her eyes. “You should probably start getting ready now.” She waved and left the room and shut the door leaving Hermione alone once again.

Snape was shocked when Hermione sat down on the bed and started crying. He had never seen a student cry. It was very uncomfortable for him. A part of him had a desire to comfort her, but the other part of him still wanted to fuck her. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Sitting on the bed with her arms wrapped around her legs, shaking with every sob. It was a painful scene for him to witness. He couldn’t stand it. Quietly he lowered himself back down to the ground and hurried away from the Brothel and his sobbing student. He only had three days until school started again. He had to stop thinking about Hermione before classes began.