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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 69972 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 2 - The Manageress

“Here, babe, have some water.”

Ginny looked up to see Peacock handing her a bottle of water. She took it gratefully and took a swig. He then handed her a box of tissues and she began to wipe all the cum off her face and body.

“Well, that was pretty spectacular,” he admitted. “I was going to try and get you to do anal but I got so carried away I forgot.”

“So, what happens now?” Ginny asked, extremely glad the man had been distracted.

“I’ll need to edit the film and then shop it around various production firms but I’m pretty sure you’ll attract quite a bit of interest. Leave me your phone number and I’ll give you a buzz within the week.”

“Phone number?” Ginny repeated.

“Oh, don’t tell me, you don’t have a phone, do you?” Peacock moaned. “I bet you ain’t got an address for me to write to, either, have you? Hmm, I guess you’ll just have to come back here in a weeks’ time.”

“A week?” Ginny gasped. “I’m not going to hear anything for a week? What am I going to do in the meantime?”

Peacock stared at her for a moment, before sighing. He reached over and picked up one of his business cards from a holder on his desk. He then picked up a pen before writing something on the back of it, before he then handed it to her. She peered at it curiously.

Samantha Warner
Bluebird Management
23 Greek Street

“Sam used to be a pretty successful porn star back in the 80’s but these days she is into management and has a number of girls on her books. If you talk nicely to her she might be willing to take you in. I’ll give her a ring to let her know that you’re coming.”

“Where is this place?” she asked.

“From this office, turn left and keep walking a few blocks until you hit Greek Street. Then turn left and her office is about hallway down the street.”

“You think she’ll help me?”

“You won’t know until you ask,” he pointed out. “Still, Sam is a good manager and looks after her girls, so if she’s prepared to take you on her books, you’ll be alright.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

She stared at the card with a small spark of hope. In truth, she was still feeling dazed from what had just happened but she wasn’t stupid enough not to recognise a lifeline being thrown to her. It was only then that she realised that she was still naked and that she should probably get dressed again. A small pile of cum-soaked tissues lay piled in front of her and she began to wonder what the hell she was doing.

Then again, what choice did she have?

By the time Ginny had dressed and left the office, the full impact of what she’d just done began to dawn on her. Unfortunately, she was massively conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand, she felt rather dirty and ashamed of her actions, but on the other hand, she couldn’t deny how much she had enjoyed the experience. Did that mean she was a slut?

An underlying sense of self-disgust began to eat at her, but whenever she thought of Peacock’s massive cock inside her she began to feel weak at the knees. In fact, she became so overwhelmed at one point that she had to stop and lean against a wall. A kindly woman stopped and asked her if she was alright. Ginny just nodded and confirmed she was. After all, she could hardly tell the woman what was really upsetting her.

Eventually, after several attempts, she found the place she was looking for. Wearily, she climbed the stone steps and entered through a large, blue door. She found a second set of glass doors next, but when she pushed through them she found herself in a small office. Behind a desk was sat a woman, perhaps in her early fifties, with obviously-dyed blonde hair that had her roots showing. Ginny thought she might once have been beautiful, but time had not been kind to this woman and too much make-up didn’t help.

“Ah, you must be Jenny. I thought you’d be here before now.”

The woman leaned back in her chair revealing a formidable bust line that was barely contained by a frilly pink blouse. A pair of cold, blue eyes stared at her intently.

“Yeah, sorry, I got a bit lost,” Ginny admitted.

“As you might have guessed, I’m Samantha Warner,” the woman introduced herself. “Trev Peacock gave me a call about you. It’s rare that he’ll actually recommend anyone to me.”

“Ah,” Ginny mumbled, not certain what to say.

“I was just watching the video he e-mailed me, actually.”

“What? You’re watching that? Already?”

“Yeah, well, it hasn’t been edited yet, and it’s from just the single camera, but it’s quite entertaining, I must say, young lady.”

“Can I… can I see?”

“Sure, come over here, luv.”

Nervously, Ginny shuffled over to the desk on top of which she saw Warner had a strange case-like object that she thought the Muggles called a computer. She was surprised to see that the object was showing moving images, much like a television. She was even more shocked when she saw what the images were.

There, on the small screen, she could see herself, stark naked and facing away from the camera, straddling Peacock on his grimy sofa while the man’s enormous cock was continually thrust into her stretched pussy. Grinning, Warner tapped a button on the machine’s keyboard which apparently increased the volume. Ginny felt her face flush as she heard herself screaming and begging to be fucked harder.

“He’s a slimy bastard, is Peacock, but he knows how to fuck, eh?” Warner teased her.

“Umm, I…” Ginny mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” the woman insisted. “From what I’ve seen, you did a cracking audition, sweetheart. You have talent.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“So, Trev tells me you’re broke and have nowhere to stay, is that right?”

“Yes,” Ginny admitted. “I had a bit of trouble at home and came to London thinking I could get work here. I soon found out that if you don’t have a permanent address or any I.D. you can forget finding a job.”

“True,” Warner agreed. “So, this trouble you had at home. Is anyone likely to come looking for you? An angry father or boyfriend, perhaps?”

Ginny thought for a split second. “No, no one is going to come looking for me,” she confirmed sadly.

“Okay, that’s good. Peacock told me that you have no experience in the adult entertainment industry. I have to say, from the little I’ve seen you seem to have what it takes, but what exactly are you prepared to do? I’m don’t want to take you on only to find that you go all shy and bashful on me.”

“I… I’ll give anything a try,” she promised. “I don’t really have much of a choice at the moment, do I?”

“Nah, I guess not. Well, you’ve definitely got the looks for this business and the body, too. It looks like you like a bit of cock, as well, eh?” she smirked, gesturing at the screen where Ginny was by now on her knees while Peacock shot his load over her face.

“I’m not very experienced, I’m afraid, but I’m willing to learn,” Ginny insisted, sensing that the woman might be prepared to help. Warner studied her intently for a moment, before closing the screen on her computer.

“Okay, sugar, I’m going to take a risk on you. I won’t sign you up yet, though, not until I’ve seen what you can do. I own a couple of flats that I let the girls on my books use. I can put you up in one of them. I warn you, once you start earning I’ll be taking your rent directly out of your paycheque, got it?”

“Great,” Ginny exclaimed, the thought of having a roof over her head making her spirits soar.

“Just remember, I have a lot of friends around London and if you try and rip me off I’ll find you. Your face won’t be so pretty after that, got it?”

“Oh, of course! I promise!”

“Good. I’ll put you up in a gaff I have just off Tottenham Court Road. You’ll be sharing with a girl called Lucy Samwell who is an old hand at this game. She’s a friendly sort and I’m sure she’ll be happy to tell you all about the business.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, grab your things, sweetheart and I’ll take you there now.”

The flat was a good twenty-minute walk from the office but despite Sam Warner’s portliness, she maintained a rapid pace all the way there. The property itself was accessed through a shabby, faded blue door and up a flight of stairs. Warner halted them in front of a plain door and she knocked twice.

“I have a key but it would be rude to just bust in, wouldn’t it,” she revealed.

A few seconds later the door opened and a young woman with chestnut hair styled in a pixie-cut stuck her head out.

“Oh, hi, Sam,” she greeted them. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Nah, I got a bit of a surprise for you. You’ve got a new flatmate. Lucy Samwell, meet Jenny Johnson.”

“Hi,” Ginny greeted the woman weekly.

“Oh, this is a surprise. Nice to meet you, Jenny,” Lucy replied. “I certainly hope you’re better than the last girl we had here.”

“Yeah, well, I made a mistake with that one,” Sam admitted. “A right neurotic bitch, she was.”

“Well, come in,” Lucy said, stepping back to let them in. Ginny looked about. The flat was small but appeared neat and clean. A small table was situated at one end with several chairs positioned around it, probably where meals were taken. The only other notable furniture was a small sofa which sat facing the window, with a small television sat on a stand in front of it. There were two doors, one of which was partially open revealing a small kitchen. The other, she guessed, led to the bedrooms and bathroom.

“This looks nice,” Ginny announced. After sleeping on park benches and under trees for a month, anything with four walls would look good.

“Yeah, it’s not bad,” Lucy agreed. “So, are you in the business, too, Jenny?”

“She’s a newbie,” Sam interrupted. “She just did an audition with Trev Peacock earlier and I’m planning on arranging a few trial gigs to see just what she can do. The poor thing is skint at the moment, so I said she can stay here for the moment.”

“Ugh, Trevor Peacock! That arsehole. Just because he has a big dick he thinks he’s God’s gift to woman. I pity you having to work with him, Jenny.”

“I agree, but the bloke does have an eye for talent, you must admit,” Sam pointed out. “Lucy, Jenny knows next to nothing about the business, so I’d like you to take her under your wing and teach her the ropes. Fill her in on what she’ll be expected to do and how things work, okay?”

“No problem,” Lucy agreed with a smile. “I’d be happy to help this little cutie out.”

“Good girl,” Sam told her before heading for the door. “I’ll leave you to settle in, Jenny. Hopefully, I’ll find some work for you in the next few days. Get a few quid in your pocket, eh?”

“Thanks,” Ginny called as the woman vanished through the door. As soon as it closed she turned to her new flatmate and offered her a nervous smile.

“Fancy a cuppa?” Lucy asked. “I was just about to put the kettle on.”

“Oh, I’d kill for a cup.”

“Great,” Lucy beamed. “I’ll get us drinks and then we can settle down and have a good natter.”

Ginny smiled back. It looked like she had really fallen on her feet.

Ten minutes later, they were sat on the sofa, sipping their tea and telling each other a little about herself. Ginny immediately got herself in trouble as a few careless comments nearly revealed her magical heritage.

“I’m confused,” Lucy admitted. “So, you went to this boarding school in Scotland, and just because you were put in a different house you had a major fallout with your family?”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Ginny backpedalled. “Let’s just say that through no desire of my own I got involved with some pretty unpleasant individuals and my brothers all thought it was by personal choice. No one would believe me apart from… well, one guy believed me and always stood up for me, but he had his own problems.”

“Hmm, you kinda got a misty look in your eyes when you mentioned this bloke,” Lucy noted. “Was he someone special?”

“He was, I guess. Not that anything ever happened between us but just for a while… just for a while, I thought there might be. Then, of course, everything went to hell. One of my brothers was killed and my mother kinda blamed me. I had nothing to do with it, but just because I was associated with the blokes who did kill him I got tarred with the same brush. There was no way in hell I was going to stand for being accused of being involved in Fred’s death, so I walked out.”

“Didn’t this bloke you like stand up for you?”

“Nah, Harry was busy working for the Ministry by that point,” she explained.

“The Ministry?” Lucy gasped. “What is he? Some sort of Secret Service agent, or something?”

“Oh, umm, something like that,” Ginny agreed quickly. “Let’s just say he now works in law enforcement and leave it at that, please.”

“Jeez, you better hope he doesn’t find out that you’re involved in this line of work, luv. I bet he won’t be pleased.”

“I guess not, but I doubt I’ll ever see him again. Maybe it’s for the best,” she admitted sadly. “Truth be told, I really don’t know what this line of work involves.”

“Oh, yes, Sam said,” Lucy agreed. “Well, you must have seen some porn, haven’t you?”

“No, I never have. Some of my brothers had pornographic magazines but I never looked at them.”

“Bloody hell, talk about throwing yourself in at the deep end,” Lucy gasped. “Hold on a second, let me get my laptop.”

A second later, Lucy returned with a device very similar to the one that Sam Warner had been watch Ginny’s audition on. She pressed a button and the screen flared into life. She typed a few things on the keyboard before turning the screen for Ginny to see.

“This is a popular porn site,” Lucy explained. “As you can see, all the clips are sorted into categories.”

“Blimey, there are loads of them,” Ginny gasped. “I thought it would just be films of couples shagging.”

“Ha, no, there are loads of different things all geared to individual perversions. You’ll be pleased to see that the ‘redheads’ category is very popular.

Ginny looked down the list of different types of sex available to watch. She could guess the meaning of most of them: ebony, rough, vintage, all such titles spoke for themselves. Others would need some explaining. She questioned Lucy on one of them.

“MILF?” Lucy laughed. “That’s ‘mother I would like to fuck’. It generally features busty women in their thirties, while if they’re older than that they go in the ‘mature’ section. There are even clips featuring grannies, would you believe.”

“Yuck,” Ginny exclaimed. “So, what kind of stuff would I be expected to do?”

“Well, a lot of it depends on what you’re prepared to do,” Lucy explained. “If you’re prepared to do anal, for instance, you’ll earn more than if you just do basic stuff like blowjobs, straight fucking, lesbian flicks.”

“Lesbian films are in the basics?” Ginny exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s considered an easy gig in the business. Getting off with some pretty girl is a lot less effort than getting pounded by a big cock. I’d say about half the stuff I do these days is girl/girl action. I do still do a lot of work with men and it’s rare that a week goes by that I don’t get fucked at least once. I also do a bit of striptease work on the side, too. Sam’s got a lot of connection with working men’s clubs around the capital, and you can easily earn a couple of hundred quid for a night’s work, even after she takes her share.”

“Wow, what other things have you done?”

“I did start out doing a lot of bondage work, but I quickly got tired of that. There are just too many genuine sickos into that sort of thing. Let’s see, I did a couple of films where I got my kit off in public places. You know, I wore a flasher mac with nothing underneath and flashed the camera in busy streets and even a shopping centre. That was a laugh. Oh, I got gangbanged once but it was a bit much for me.”

“Bloody hell,” Ginny mumbled.

“Ha! Don’t worry, we’ll soon figure out what you’re comfortable with,” Lucy promised. “Let’s watch a few clips from some of these categories and see what appeals to you. Might as well start with redheads, I suppose. Let’s watch a few of your fellow coppertops getting banged, eh?”

With wide eyes, Ginny watched the screen intently as Lucy selected the first clip.

Two hours later and Ginny could honestly say she was becoming desensitised to porn. By this point, she’d watched hundreds of men and woman fucking in every conceivable position and location. She’d seen solo masturbation scenes, couples, threesomes, gangbangs, and one odd Japanese flick where hundreds of people partook in group sex in what looked like a sports hall… and those were just the more normal ones. She was struggling to get her head around the women with dicks, the men sucking off other men, and the frankly repulsive sadomasochists who seemed more interested in hurting each other rather than having sex.

“Well, there you go,” Lucy said. “A crash course in the porn industry. Having second thoughts yet?”

“I won’t be expected to do all of that, will I?” she asked in a panic. “I mean, those girls who were tied up…”

“Nah, don’t worry about that,” Lucy interrupted. “That’s specialist stuff. You have to have a particular mindset to be able to do that. No one will expect you to be pissed over or shit upon, either. Not unless you want that to happen, of course.”

“Who would want that?” Ginny nearly shrieked.

“You’d be surprised,” Lucy revealed. “So, what about all the other stuff? I assume you’re happy sucking and fucking. You pretty much will be expected to do some lesbian stuff, too. A lot of directors want anal these days, so you might want to think about that.”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I mean, I’m not very experienced, and what I did at the audition was a massive shock to me. I’m not sure about doing it with another girl, either. I mean… I suppose it would depend on the girl. The thought of a bloke sticking his cock up my bum just scares me.”

“You have to work up to some of that stuff. If you have to do anal, get yourself a small dildo and practice sticking it up your arse every day. I’m not joking, your anus does become more elasticated and stretchy over time. Lots of lube helps, too. As for the lesbian stuff, if you want to practice doing a little at a time, I’m happy to help. I’ve done lots of work like that and I’ll be more than willing to coach you.”

“Thanks,” Ginny replied, her face flushing red.

“Ha! Don’t worry, Jenny, I’m not going to try and rape you in your sleep. Anyway, enough talking shop. It must be time for dinner. I was just going to make a spaghetti bolognese. Will that be okay for you?”

“Oh, you’ll make some for me? Are you sure? I mean, I can’t really pay anything towards the housekeeping bill yet.”

“Then it will be my treat until you start earning some dosh. Honestly, Jenny, I was getting a bit lonely knocking around here by myself and you’re a million times nicer than my last flatmate. I’m really happy to have you here.”

“Thank you! Let me help with the cooking. I’m not the greatest in the kitchen, but I can wash up, at least.”

“Great. Come on, then. I have a nice bottle of red we can share with dinner, too. I think we need to celebrate your arrival.”

Several hours later, Ginny was curled up in bed with a duvet wrapped around her. It was the first time in over a month that she’d slept in a proper bed and it felt wonderful. Her new bedroom was little more than a box room, but she didn’t care. It was a roof over her head and out of the cold.

She’d had her first hot meal in a while, too. The red wine she’d shared with Lucy had made her giddy and lightheaded, but it had been delicious. Her new flatmate had gone out of her way to make Ginny feel welcome and she was sure the two of them would be great friends.

Fed, warm and happier than she’d been in a long time, Ginny drifted off into a contented sleep.

A loud knock on the door made Ginny and Lucy look up. They’d been lounging on the sofa watching a soap opera that Lucy regularly followed. She’d been trying to explain the plot to Ginny, but without much success.

“Who’s that?” Lucy muttered irritably.

“You girls in?” they heard the unmistakable voice of Sam Warner call. “I need to talk to you.”

“Hold up, boss, I’m coming,” Lucy called, leaping out of the chair. She opened the front door and let the imposing woman enter.

“Sorry to drop in unannounced,” Sam declared. “Oh, hi there, Jenny. You settling in alright, petal?”

“Yeah, great,” she confirmed truthfully. She’d been in the flat two days now and could honestly say she was loving it.

“Good, good,” Warner replied absently. “Anyway, I’m here on business. It’s about that stripper gig you have up in Barnet, Lucy. That silly bitch Nadia has pulled out at the last minute. Something about her gran being sick.”

“Yeah, like that cow would give a hoot about any of her family,” Lucy scoffed.

“Bloody right. Always, I’m stuck for a replacement and those bastards at the social club are going to dock our money if we don’t present a full program.”

“Shit. Trouble is, the only girls I know who would do it are out of town,” Lucy lamented.

“Perhaps, but I was thinking that it may be the perfect opportunity for our little redhead here to start earning her keep,” Sam revealed.

“Me?” Ginny exclaimed. “Stripping? What, taking my clothes off in front of a load of leering blokes?”

“Nah, it’s not so bad,” Lucy insisted. “The Barnet and Hendon Social Club is actually a pretty good venue with a decent stage. Once you’re up there with the lights on you can barely even see the audience.”

“Yeah, it’s an easy gig,” Sam agreed. “Get up there, dance around a bit, flash your tits and your muff and everyone’s happy. I did it myself loads of times back in the day. Plus, if you do it I can guarantee you’ll earn a few quid for yourself.”

“Come on, Jenny, it will be a laugh, I promise you!” Lucy told her.

“Well, I don’t know. I wouldn’t have the first clue about what I was supposed to do,” Ginny replied hesitantly.

“Then luckily you are in the presence of one of the hottest strippers on the scene!” Lucy exclaimed. “We have a couple of days; I’ll help you get an outfit, we’ll pick some music, and I’ll help you put a dance route together. Honestly, we’ll have a great laugh.”

“Okay… if you’re sure,” Ginny agreed nervously.

“Great!” Sam cried out happily. “I’ll tell those old codgers up there that there’s been a change on the bill and we have a hot, new act performing. Actually, Jenny, this will be a good test for you, too. If I’m going to get you work, I need to know that you’re not bashful and won’t freeze when you’re expected to get your kit off in front of people. Plenty of girls have been okay performing at an audition, but when they find that there’s a cameraman, a sound guy, the director, and God knows who else watching, they bottle it. If you come through this I’ll start trying to get you some decent paying gigs.”

“Okay.”

“This is going to be great!” Lucy yelled, clearly excited about the whole thing. “Oh, boss? One thing, Jenny’s going to need an outfit. I’ve got a good idea what would suit her and I can pick it up dirt cheap, but she’ll need some sexy underwear, too. You couldn’t spot her a few quid to go and buy some?”

Sam glared at the woman, before sighing and pulling her purse out of her jacket pocket. She retrieved two twenty pound notes which she handed to Lucy.

“Get some knock-off gear down the market, ‘cos that’s all you’re getting out of me. It will be coming out of Jenny’s wages, and all.”

“That should be enough,” Lucy agreed. “I’ve got the perfect outfit for her in mind.”

Ginny couldn’t help but be worried at just how predatory Lucy’s smile had become.

“You okay, babe?” Lucy asked for the tenth time that evening.

“Yeah, just nervous,” Ginny replied as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

The last two days had gone back in a flash. As promised, Lucy had taken control of her training. Her outfit had been purchased in a local second-hand shop while her new underwear had been bought at a bustling local market. Lucy had then worked out a dance routine using music that she’d selected and made Ginny practice until she was fit to drop. Her new flatmate proved to be a harsh taskmaster but, on the plus side, Ginny had the entire act memorised to a tee.

Now she just had to see if she had the courage to go through with it in front of a room full of drooling men.

Bearing in mind her diminutive size, it was hardly surprising that Lucy had chosen to dress her up like a schoolgirl. The second-hand shop did good trade buying and selling the uniform of the local school. They had purchased a white blouse, a black blazer, and a pleated grey skirt all for a pittance, adding white knee-high socks and a suitable tie to the outfit. They had made sure to remove the school’s badge from the blazer, not wanting the place associated with a striptease act. A straw boater was purchased from another shop for a princely £0.50 to put the final touch to her look.

Lucy had also done her makeup, applying more eyeliner than Ginny would normally ever wear and a rather slutty shade of pink lipstick. Thus attired, with her tie only half-done up and her blouse unbutton enough to show a bit of cleavage, she had to admit that her reflection looked pretty sexy.

“You look great,” Lucy enthused. “Oh, Jenny, they’re going to cream their pants just at the sight of you!”

“This is your first time, right?”

Ginny looked over at the busty blonde who they shared the dressing room with. Trisha was an experienced stripper who was second on the bill tonight. She had proved to be friendly, if a little distant, being more interested in getting her make-up perfect than chatting. Lucy knew her and seemed to get on alright with her so Ginny reserved judgment.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, luv, you’ll be fine once you get out there. It’s always the waiting around that’s the worst thing,” Trisha informed her. “Once you begin dancing I’ll bet you enjoy it. It’s actually funny to see the expressions on the faces of some of these blokes. You’d think they’d never seen a pair of tits before.”

“Yeah, and the way they all try and hide their groin area, too,” Lucy added. “They’re all desperate to hide their little stiffies.”

“Thanks, Trisha. I must admit, I do want to get this over with, though.”

“Well, you haven’t got long to go,” Lucy advised. “Remember, I’ll be there at the side of the stage if you need help.”

“Thanks, Lucy. You’re a great friend.”

Lucy, being second on the bill, was already in costume, too, although hers was just straight lingerie with a wispy white top over it. As she admired her friend’s class look, a thought occurred to Ginny.

“Say, who is top of the bill? Isn’t she here yet?”

“Oh, she’s here,” Trisha practically spat. “She’s a tart that goes by the stage name of Sapphire, although her real name is Sandra. She’s so special that she gets her own changing room, complete with a rider. A gather one of her stipulations is that she always gets a bottle of vodka. I bet she’ll be three sheets to the wind already.”

Lucy mimed drinking from an imaginary bottle and made ‘glug, glug’ noises.

A loud knock on the dressing room door made them all jump. “Five minutes,” a voice cried.

“Oh, bollocks,” Ginny moaned.

“Don’t panic,” Lucy urged her. “Come on, let’s get out there. We’ll only piss them off if you’re not ready.”

They left the dressing room with Ginny walking on legs of jelly. Could she actually do this? Was she brave enough to take her clothes off in front of a room full of strangers? Unfortunately, if she still wanted to stay at the flat she had little choice.

They soon found themselves in the wings at the side of the stage. The curtain was drawn so they couldn’t see out into the club. A disinterested man sat at a desk with a number of boxes with flashing lights on them in front of him.

“You got Jenny’s music?” Lucy asked the man. The only reply the man gave was to hold up a CD, but as it was the one Lucy had marked with a felt tip pen they at least knew it was the right one. The man slipped the disk into a slot in one of the boxes and continued with his crossword.

“Ah, you the first act then?” a man’s voice asked.

They turned and saw a greasy, overweight man wearing a tuxedo approaching. Lucy had pointed him out to Ginny earlier, identifying him as the compare.

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, her voice wavering a little.

“Bloody lovely outfit, sweetheart,” he noted. “How do you want to be introduced?”

“Just as Jenny,” Lucy interrupted.

“Fine, Jenny it is. Right, I make it about show time. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Ginny confirmed, although she was seriously considering bolting through the nearest fire escape.

The compare nodded and tapped the man at the desk’s shoulder. Grunting, the man pressed a few buttons and the stage was suddenly flooded in light and the curtains began to open by themselves. Grabbing a microphone, the compare strode out into the light, to be greeted by a huge roar.

“Bloody hell, how many of them are there in the audience?” Ginny exclaimed in shock.

“A couple of hundred,” Lucy admitted calmly. “Don’t worry, with the stage lights on you, you’ll only be able to see the first couple of rows.”

“If you say so,” Ginny replied in a sick voice.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Barnet and Hendon Social Club’s most popular event – stripper night! I’m delighted to inform you we have four lovely ladies here tonight, all willing to display their assets for your entertainment.”

An even louder roar greeted the man’s words.

“Kicking things off tonight, we have a new act for you. Making her first-ever appearance at the Barnet and Hendon Social Club, I give you the naughtiest of naughty schoolgirls: Jenny!”

The crowd erupted again as the compare hurriedly made his way off the stage. Ginny’s mouth was dry and she found she couldn’t move, at least she couldn’t until Lucy gave her a shove in the back.

“Remember; smile and wave!” Lucy yelled as Ginny stumbled towards the stage.

Taking one last gulp, Ginny fixed a fake smile on her face and raised her hand to wave at the unseen crowd. It appeared Trisha had been right as the stage lights blinded her so much she could only dimly see a few faces in the glare. As she reached the centre of the stage music started to blare out at a deafening volume.

Uh, oh, we’re in trouble
Something’s come along and burst our bubble

There was something to be said for repetition because as soon as Ginny heard the opening line she began to dance. Truthfully, she’d heard the song so many times over the last few days she’d become sick of it, but her actions had become automatic. She started to move around in time to the drum beat, shaking her shoulders and moving with a kind of exaggerated strut.

The song itself was only three minutes long, but Lucy had found a re-mix version that easily doubled that. She’d then simply recorded the song twice and then choreographed Ginny’s movements in time to each part of the song. Ginny knew she would be on stage for exactly twelve minutes and fourteen seconds, which had sounded like an eternity to her, but Lucy had explained that the headlining act would get twice that.

As the second verse started, Ginny realised it was time to shed her first item of clothing, namely her hat. Lucy had been adamant that she was not to throw any items into the crowd, no matter how much the audience shouted for it. The stagehands would pick everything up after she was finished and she would be able to reuse it. As she took off her boater, she was careful not to throw it away from her too hard, but she was so nervous that she sent it spinning off like a Frisbee. Fortunately, it hit one of the stage lights and bounce back onto the stage.

Free of her headwear, Ginny shook out her thick mane of hair. It had been washed that morning and fluffed with a hairdryer for ages. It now cascaded down her back and shoulders, accentuating her dance moves as she tossed her head.

Next was her blazer. Lucy had told her to get rid of this quickly as it was a decidedly unsexy garment. To avoid herself falling on her arse as she tried to remove clothing while dancing around, Lucy had instructed her that each time a garment was to be removed she was to stand still in the centre of the stage with legs apart to provide stability. Ginny did this before slipping off the blazer and casually throwing it to one side. So far, so good.

She spun off to the side, moving smoothly in time with the music. She’d always enjoyed dancing but had previously had few opportunities to do so, other than alone in her bedroom back at the Burrow. During their practice sessions, Lucy had actually demonstrated the moves she’d worked out herself, before dancing along in time with Ginny when she came to practice them. It had actually been a lot of fun, with both girls ending up prancing around the small flat stark naked. As she swayed and pranced about the stage, she began to comprehend that she was enjoying herself. Still, whether that changed when it came to displaying more flesh would have to be seen.

A drum fill signalled her next visit to the centre of the stage. This time she removed her half-done-up tie, pulling the knot out slowly before pulling it out from under her collar. She swung it about her head like a lasso before flinging it off to her right where it landed next to her discarded blazer. When she stood still like this, she could actually hear the audience and it sounded like they were joying themselves. She caught a snatch of catcalls and rude suggestions, along with the classic cry of ‘get your tits out’ which, she thought, was a pretty stupid thing to yell at a stripper. What did they think she was going to do?

Some more dance moves followed, including a move that Lucy had suggested to showcase Ginny’s athletic abilities. After making her way to the back of the stage, she took a few quick steps before performing a complete cartwheel. She landed smoothly, much to her relief, and grinned as the audience cheered, no doubt pleased with her flashing her knickers at them.

The cartwheel led directly into her next removal of clothing. Quickly, she kicked off the flat daps that she’d been wearing and dropped to the floor. While laying on her side, she gracefully lifted her left leg straight up in the air, before bending at the knee and slowly pulling off her white knee-high sock. After it was tossed to the side, she spun on her bottom and changed sides, so she could repeat the action with her right sock. Another spin and she was back on her feet, wiggling her bottom at the crowd before spinning away again.

After she spent another half minute strutting her stuff, the vocals cut in again and this signalled it was time to lose another item of clothing… and this was a big one. She stopped again in the centre of the stage and by now the men in the audience had grasped that when she stood in that position it meant she was going to take something off. The cries got louder as she began to reach for the buttons on her blouse.

With every button she undid, Ginny flicked her hips, dragging the whole thing out and making the crowd wait. Once all the buttons were undone, she clasped the blouse tight closed around her body, much to the frustration of the men waiting. Then, with a grin on her face, she flung her blouse open, flashing her bra-clad chest at everyone. A massive cheer greeted her actions and she swivelled at the hips turning left and right so the entire audience got a good look. She then spun around and let the blouse slip off her left shoulder before half turning and giving them a sultry look. The garment was then allowed to slide off her right shoulder and then finally it slid down her arms and onto the floor. She turned and strutted away, smiling openly at the near hysterical reaction of the crowd.

As she spun around, she noticed that she was behind schedule. She’d taken too long teasing the males in the audience in removing her blouse and she should already be position to discard her skirt. Quickly, she danced back to the centre spot and undid the clasp on the side of the garment, before unzipping it. She turned and faced away from the crowd, before bending forward and allowing her bum to jut out a little. Then, with agonising slowness, she let the skirt drop lower and lower, exposing more and more of her shapely arse. When the hem reached her thighs, she let go and let the skirt drop to the floor, before bending down further and grabbing her ankles.

As she stood there she suddenly remembered being in the same position back in Peacock’s office when she had auditioned for him, but this time she still had her knickers on. Still, at the rate this striptease was going, everyone in the room was going to enjoy the view that he had got very shortly, anyway. Not wanting to get distracted by starting to think about that day, she straightened and continued dancing.

The routine now allowed time for some more fancy dance moves, and Ginny also performed a second cartwheel. She was fast running out of items of clothing and the next one was going to be crunch time. At the moment she was displaying no more than she would have done at the beach or the swimming pool, but that was about to change.

The signal was another chorus and nervously she again took the centre spot. The crowd was largely quiet this time, with only a few random shouts. Taking a deep breath, Ginny placed her left arm across her chest, before sliding the left strap of her bra off her shoulder. She could almost sense the tension in the room as she repeated the act with the right strap. As she reached behind her and unfastened the clasp with one hand, she realised there was no going back. She was going to have to go through with it.

The clasp came undone easily, she’d practiced doing it enough times, and only her left arm now held her bra in place. With a bravado she certainly didn’t feel, she gripped the material in her left hand before flinging the bra off to the side. Her breasts bounced a little as the crowd went wild at the sight of her topless.

She stood for a moment, letting them drink in the sight of her. Lucy had told her that some stripteases could get pretty raunchy, depending on the venue. While this location didn’t go as far as full on-stage sex or the use of dildos or suchlike, she had been told she had to put on a bit of a show. With trembling hands, Ginny cupped her breasts and slowly squeezed them, with a look of exaggerated pleasure on her face. She fondled herself for a while, before pointing the index finger of her right hand in the air. Then, slowly, she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it. When it was nice and wet, she rubbed it over her right nipple which was already surprisingly stiff. She repeated the action with her left one, slowly caressing the nub in a circular motion and actually managing to get herself pretty aroused at the same time. She briefly recalled Peacock sucking greedily on her breast, his tongue rough against her areolas.

With a gasp, she spun away, aware that she was getting too turned on. She heard all the male voices, yelling lustfully at her. Briefly, she wondered how many of them had erections by this point and she remembered Lucy’s comment about them trying to hide them. Was that true? Was every man watching her now nursing a hard cock caused by just watching her? The thought made her giggle.

Her music was heading towards the end and her performance was about to come to a climax. She took her now familiar position in the middle of the stage and gripped the hem of her knickers in her fingers. There were cries and shouts, all practically begging her to drop her panties, and she teased them by pulling them down just enough that they got a glimpse of her red pubic hair. Laughing, she again turned away from them before slowly pulling her knickers down over her arse. With her underwear around her thighs and her bum fully exposed, she bent forward slightly and did a little wiggle. Then, choosing to tease her male fans no more, she yanked her panties down and kicked them away.

Still facing away from the crowd, she swayed and shook, letting them appreciate the sight of her backside, with her legs sufficiently far apart that they could also catch a tantalising glimpse of her other delights. With the last chorus about to kick in, she spun around, her arms out wide, rewarding her ecstatic audience with a full-frontal view of her. Again, she swivelled left and right, letting them all see her in her glory. Then, with the song about to end, she sprinted to the back of the stage, before performing one last cartwheel. This nearly brought the roof down, the sight of her pink, exposed pussy enough to drive them all wild.

The music ended and she stood, arms open wide as naked as the day she was born on display for them all. The house lights came on for the first time Ginny could actually see how many people had been watching her. Lucy had said a couple of hundred but it looked far more than that to her eyes. Nearly all of them were on their feet, cheering and clapping, clearly not bothered if the suspicious lumps in the front of their trousers were visible. As the compare came back on stage, Ginny blew her fans a kiss and with one final wave, headed back to where Lucy was standing. If the men in the audience had been enthusiastic, Lucy was practically bouncing on the spot.

“Jenny, you were brilliant,” she gushed as she handed her a white dressing gown which Ginny quickly slipped on. “Are you sure that was your first time?”

“I just followed your instruction,” Ginny pointed out.

“You were sensational! Sam’s in the crowd somewhere and I know she’ll be delighted, too.”

A stagehand suddenly appeared from nowhere and handed Ginny a pile of clothes with a straw boater perched on top. Lucy had indeed been right about the efficiency of the staff here.

“Come on, there will be an intermission before I go on so all the punters can get another beer. Let’s head back to the dressing room so you can get changed. You will come and watch me perform, won’t you?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she replied truthfully.

With a bounce in her step, Ginny headed back to the changing room with her outfit clutched in her hand. She could now call herself a striptease artist and for some reason that pleased her.
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