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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 66776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 4 – The Audience Awaits

“Who’s that ringing?” Ginny muttered, staring at the screen of her mobile phone. “I don’t recognise the number.”

As with the DVD player, Harry had modified a number of other Muggle devices so they worked around magic. Ginny’s mobile was one of them. She’d got it mainly so she could stay in touch with her old flatmate, Lucy, and the number of people who had her number was extremely limited.

“Hello?”

“Jenny? Is that you? It’s me, Sam. I got your number of Lucy. Are you alright to talk?”

Ginny was startled. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to hear from her ex-manager again.

“Umm, hi, Sam. Good to hear from you. Yeah, we’re alright to talk. Harry is here, but’s he’s fully aware of what I used to do for a living.”

“Really? Didn’t you say that he had something to do with the police? Ah, well, whatever. Look, Jenny, I’m in a real fix here. I’ve managed to get myself into a really sticky situation and I could really do with your help if I’m to avoid getting my legs broken.”

“What? Bloody hell, Sam, what have you got yourself into?” Ginny demanded.

She heard Sam sigh. “Look, I’m not blaming either you or Lucy, but I’ve been having a hard time since you girls quit. I managed to hire a couple of replacements but they really weren’t in the same class. The first one quit as soon as she had to swallow a little spunk and the second nicked a load of stuff from one of my flats and legged it. Fucking bitches.”

“Oh, I’m really sorry.”

“Not your fault, babe. Hey, wasn’t I always telling you and Lucy to get out of the business as soon as you could?” Sam pointed out. “Anyway, I suddenly found myself with a bit of a cash flow problem and I had to borrow some money from a bloke who runs a dodgy club over in Chelsea. The idea was that it was an advance against some of my girls performing there which wouldn’t be too much of a problem other than my roster is a bit threadbare. Still, it shouldn’t have been an issue because I still had Nadia and Trisha, and they’re both experienced strippers.”

“So, what’s the problem?” Ginny asked.

“Well, there’s a show booked for Thursday and Nadia has just managed to get herself arrested. You know how she was always fighting with that dopey fuckhead of a boyfriend of hers? Well, things got a bit out of hand and she stabbed the bastard. Twelve times, and all. She’s looking at a long stretch at Her Majesty’s pleasure.”

“Bollocks. Mind you, she always was a bit of a mad cow,” Ginny noted.

“Tell me about it,” Sam growled. “To make things worse, Trisha has quit on me, too. Turns out the silly cow is three months pregnant and been keeping quiet about it. Once her boyfriend found out he banned her from doing any more porn, not even stripping. For the first time since 1989, I do not have a single girl on my books.”

“Shit! Really?”

“Yeah, and this gives me a real problem. These blokes I owe money to, they’re not exactly the most sympathetic sorts. Basically, if I can’t put on a decent show on Thursday then my fat arse is going to be toast. I’m not kidding. He’s East European and has ties into the Albanian Mafia. His place is a private members club and membership fees are sky-high, so if he has to cancel he will take it out on me. I am shitting myself, here!”

Ginny sighed. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”

“Look, babe, I really wouldn’t ask unless I had no choice. I’ve been trying to line up replacements for days but no one wants to help me! I’ve tried every contact I have without luck. Not even Lucy can help ‘cos she’s in bloody Spain, would you believe. You’re my last hope. Fuck, I’d get up there and get my kit off if I thought I could get away with it!”

“Sam… just, no. So, you want me to do a strip show for you?” she asked, noting the sudden look of interest on Harry’s face.

“Yeah, but it will need to be pretty raunchy. I’d promised Hajro that the girls would fuck themselves with dildos on stage and then do a bit of a lesbian act afterward. This is a private club and just flashing your fanny isn’t going to cut it.”

“Sam…”

“I’m begging you here! I really wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate. I’m already on Hajro’s shit list and if I could promise him a real porn star was going to perform on stage, then I might just avoid ending up being sold at fifty pence a slice at Sainsbury’s.”

“I… hold on. I need to talk this over with Harry,” Ginny told her ex-manager before putting the phone on mute. She looked at her boyfriend. “Did you catch the gist of that?”

“Your ex-manager is in a pile of shit and desperately needs her star performer to come out of retirement and save her neck?” he suggested. “I dunno. Do you want to do it?”

“I owe Sam big-time. I would have been homeless if it wasn’t for her,” Ginny pointed out.

“Well… if you’re okay with it, then I have no objections. I suppose my only condition is that I get to watch you perform.”

“Bloody pervert,” Ginny accused him, but with a smile on her face. She unmuted the phone. “Sam, as it’s you, I’ll do it. I haven’t got much time to put an act together, though, have I?”

“Oh, Jenny, you are a bloody lifesaver!” Sam exclaimed in relief. “Nah, I realise I’ve dropped you in the deep end, a bit, but you’re such a natural on stage and anything you do will be fucking wonderful. Umm, I don’t suppose you have any suggestions as to who we could get as a second girl, do you? I did promise a lesbian act.”

Ginny thought for a second before an idea struck her.

“I do know one person who might do it, but she’s never done anything like this before in her life. I guarantee she’d have no problems getting her kit off in front of a load of men or getting down’n’dirty with me.”

“As long as she’s good-looking, I don’t care,” Sam replied, the hope evident in her voice.

“Okay, I’ll sound her out and come back to you. I’ve got your number now and I’ll try and get back to you later today.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew any sexy strippers,” Harry noted with a grin after she hung up. “Do I get to meet this person?”

“You already have. In fact, you’ve fucked her multiple times,” Ginny told him. “I was thinking of Luna.”

“Luna? You’re seriously suggesting Luna become a stripper?”

“Yeah, why not? Come on, Harry, do you really think that she’d have any issue on taking her clothes off in public? If she had a choice she’d probably walk around starkers all of the time.”

“Yeah, I get that but… she’d not what you instantly think of if you mention a stripper, is she?”

“Nah, but that could work in our favour. What’s the matter, Harry? Don’t you want to watch your two favourite girls getting nude and lewd on stage? We’ll probably both be really horny after we finish and need your help to rectify that, too.”

“Well… when you put it like that.”

“I’ll give her a call,” Ginny smiled.

Three days later found, Ginny, Luna, and Harry walking down a busy Chelsea street on the lookout for the club the girls were due to perform at. It was early evening and the rush-hour traffic was just starting to die down. The girls were both carrying bags that continued their stages clothes, make-up, and various other items that were most definitely not for family viewing.

Despite its intended anonymity, they found the club without too much difficulty. The only evidence of its existence was a heavily reinforced door and a bronze plaque into which was etched ‘113 – 115 Club’, its name derived from the street number of its location. Unoriginal, but it did help to hide the clubs true purpose.

They entered the door and climbed the long stairway they found behind it. There was a further door at the top along with a desk that presumably served as a reception area. Knowing they were expected, they went through and entered what proved to be the club proper. Ginny was impressed; the place was surprisingly large and littered with dark wood tables and plush booths. The main stage took up most of one wall and was well lit. On the other side of the room was a long bar at which several men lounged. Having seen them enter, one of the men came over.

“You Sam Warner’s girls?” he demanded.

“Yes, that’s us,” Ginny confirmed. Normally, she would have been nervous about this man. He was tall and evidently very beefy under the smart suit he wore. He was bald and had a neat goatee beard. Despite his respectable exterior, the man definitely didn’t look like he was someone to be crossed. She wasn’t worried, though. Harry was with them.

“Good. I’m Hajro Treska, the owner of this club. Well, you both look the part. Sam told you what I need you girls to do tonight?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Ginny assured him.

“You the ex-porn star?”

“That’s me,” she confirmed. “I’ve come out of retirement purely for this gig.”

“Hmm, well, I’ll be expecting you to put on a good show. I’ve got a good number of important clients in the audience tonight and they’ll be expecting to see some high-quality filth, got that?”

“We’ve got it covered.”

“Who are you?” Hajro demanded, looking directly at Harry.

“I’m their minder,” he replied softly.

Hajro stared at him for a moment before breaking eye contact suddenly. The Albanian looked like a bloke that wouldn’t take shit from anyone, but Harry always had this uncanny ability to unsettle anyone, especially Muggles. Instinctively, Ginny knew they wouldn’t have any of the problems that she’d encountered at her last private striptease gig.

“Your manager is already here,” Hajro informed them, purposefully avoiding Harry’s gaze. “She’s in your dressing room. Just go behind the stage to the right, down the corridor and look for the blue door. Got that?”

“Yes, we got it,” Ginny confirmed. “Don’t worry, Mr. Treska, we’ll put on a good show for you, probably one of the best you’ve ever seen, I promise you.”

“That’s a pretty big claim. I’ve seen thousands of girls strip over the years, so you’ve got a lot to live up to,” he replied gruffly. “The show starts at eight so you’ve got plenty of time to prepare. Now, get out of my hair.”

The three of them headed towards the stage without further comment, with Ginny looking it over with professional interest. As Sam had promised, it was a really nice set-up and Ginny was actually looking forward to performing.

“He spoke very good English,” Luna noted as they headed backstage.

“He should do, he’s lived in this country since 1988,” Harry revealed. “I did a few background checks on him. Treska’s a legitimate businessman but police records note him as having a large number of contacts with the underworld. Your manager was right, Ginny, this bloke has got a lot of ties with the Albanian mafia and probably does a bit of money laundering for them.”

“Oh, does their money get dirty?” Luna asked innocently.

“Trust me, Luna, all their money is dirty,” Harry chuckled.

They soon found the dressing room and entered to find Sam Warner already waiting for them.

“Oh, there you are. I was starting to get worried.”

“Bloody hell, Sam, its hours until show time,” Ginny complained. “Stop getting so worked up. By the way, you haven’t met Harry yet, have you? He’s going to help out tonight, both as a stagehand and providing security.”

“The legendary Harry. We met at last,” Sam announced, offering her hand. “Well, I see what Lucy was talking about now. You are a scary looking bastard, ain’t you? I’ve already been told not to ask you what you do for a living and, frankly, the less I know the better.”

“That’s a good way to look at it,” Harry agreed after shaking her hand.

“You mustn’t be worried about Harry,” Luna assured her. “He really is a lovely person. A lot of people just find him frightening because he’s the Master of Death.”

“You what?” Sam blurted in horror.

“Oh, that’s just a silly nickname,” Ginny assured her frightened manager quickly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, of course. The bloke has a nickname that’s the ‘Master of Death’ and I’m not to worry about it. No problem,” Sam muttered sarcastically.

“Selene, you shouldn’t say such silly things,” Ginny scolded her friend, using the stage name that they’d selected for her.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot, Ginny,” Luna replied.

“That’s Jenny, remember?”

“Of course, Jenny.”

“Right, well, are you two ready for tonight? You’ve got your act all worked out?” Sam asked.

“It’s all perfected,” Ginny assured her.

In truth, working out a stage act had been a complete nightmare. Ginny had assumed that she would just need to teach Luna a dance routine as Lucy had done for her previously. Unfortunately, she’d neglected to take one important fact into consideration.

Luna couldn’t dance. Not at all.

Whatever music Ginny played, Luna’s brain took it, reprocessed it, and turned it into a completely different rhythm and tempo. Harry, who had been watching them practice, likened Luna’s dancing style to someone having an epileptic fit. No matter what they tried, Luna was awful. In fact, she seemed to get worse the more they practiced. In desperation, Ginny took the blonde girl to meet Sam and see what she could suggest.

The wily old ex-porn star did indeed come up with the answer inspired, oddly enough, by Ginny’s last disastrous private gig. The 113-115 Club’s stage was a very professional set up, with a camera projecting images onto a large screen at the back of the stage, a full lighting rig and, most importantly, a mike system linked to a p.a. The girls would both perform tonight without music and, instead, indulge in a bit of banter directly with the audience. The girls could tell some dirty stories and the spectators would be spared the sight of Luna flapping around like a duck trying to take off on a frozen lake.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Sam said. “I had a special request from Hajro. Apparently, there’s going to be a birthday boy in the audience tonight. Some bloke turned twenty-one today and he and his mates have a table booked. After you two finish your act, Hajro wants you to pull this guy on stage and have a bit of fun with him.”

“What kind of fun?”

“Oh, you know. Stick your tits in his face, rub up against him like you’re giving him a lap dance. Don’t be afraid to humiliate him a bit. From what Hajro says, this guy is a bit of a wet blanket and his mates are setting him up a bit. I think they want to see him end up with his trousers around his ankles and his todger on display for all to see.”

“That’s a bit cruel on his birthday,” Luna noted.

“Well, perhaps you can do something to make it a memorable day for him then, eh?” Sam chuckled. “Remember, this is a private club so if you feel inclined to give him a happy ending, no one is going to complain.”

“Oh. Okay,” Luna agreed cheerfully.

“Right. Well, we have plenty of time before you girls need to start getting changed, so how about a cuppa? I’ll stick the kettle on,” Sam offered. “Blimey, I really can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me, especially when you’re not getting paid for it.”

“Oh? Would we normally be paid?” Luna asked in surprise.

“Umm… yeah,” Sam confirmed, looking at the blonde girl like she’d grown another head.

“Goodness. Perhaps I should think about doing this for a living, just like you did, Ginny. I mean Jenny.”

“Oh, babe, you’d definitely bring something different to the world of porn,” Ginny giggled.

“You can fucking say that again,” Sam muttered.

“Get the kettle on!” Ginny demanded, laughing.

Despite Sam’s insistence that the girls turn up hours before show time, things didn’t drag. Both Harry and Luna were fascinated by the porno business and plied Sam with numerous questions, all of which she answered gracefully. In fact, by the time the girls had to start getting changed, Sam had nearly convinced Luna to try auditioning for a porn film. Harry hadn’t helped, of course, and had been downright enthusiastic about the idea of her doing it.

Eventually, it was time for them to get ready and Harry left the room, allegedly to perform his security role by guarding the door, but Ginny just suspected that he didn’t want to spoil the surprise of seeing both of them in costume.

Pressed for time, Ginny had fallen back on her go-to outfit of smuttiness, the naughty schoolgirl. Her old outfit was long gone, but it was simplicity itself to find replacements for her and Luna in the local second-hand shops. Benefiting her experience, Ginny’s new look was a lot sluttier than she wore previously, with fishnet stocking replacing the previous knee-high socks, and her blouse unbuttoned and tied-off at the waist.

It was Luna who looked the most altered, though. The girl had always exuded a dreamy innocence but in her Muggle schoolgirl outfit, she just looked raunchy. Her skirt was short, revealing her torn stockings. Her blouse was tight and her hair had been put in pigtails. With her thick mascara and ruby-red lips, she would have given any boy who knew her back at Hogwarts a heart attack and a hard-on, simultaneously.

“You two look fucking amazing,” Sam noted. “Honestly, the audience out there are going to cream themselves once you two get going. You’re sure you’re both comfortable putting on a lezzie act, are you?”

“Don’t worry, Sam,” Ginny assured her. “Put it this way, my friend here has joined Harry and me in our bed more than once.”

“Then he’s one lucky bastard, that’s all that I can say!”

Harry was inclined to agree after they called him back into the room to give his opinion of their outfits. The gleam in his eyes suggested to Ginny that she and Luna would be on the receiving end of his undivided attention later that night. Poor, Harry, she thought. By the time he’d watched them both perform, she was pretty certain he’d be splitting his trousers in anticipation.

Show time arrived before Ginny knew it. At the prompting of the staff, the four of them headed towards the backstage area. It had been decided that Ginny would go on first, with Luna then performing afterward. As a finale, Ginny would then return to the stage and the two of them would get extra naughty together for the benefit of the assembled audience, not to mention Harry who would be nearby to move items to and from the stage.

The compare at this club proved to be a massive improvement on what Ginny was used to working with. The man, who introduced himself as Robbie, would announce her from off-stage. He also controlled the lights and music and would play a short intro before she went on. He advised her to stay within a tight two-yard square area at the centre of the stage if she wanted the overhead boom mike to pick up what she was saying. Her act would also be shown on a large screen at the back of the stage, with everything being recorded by a cameraman positioned at the back of the club. As she stood in the wings, Ginny felt a familiar flutter of excitement in her stomach.

“Good luck,” Luna said simply as the intro music began to play.

“She won’t need luck. She’s the fucking best!” Sam announced.

With that endorsement ringing in her ears, Ginny stepped out onto the stage. As soon as the audience caught sight of her they began to cheer and clap, evidently liking what they saw. In turn, she waved at them and gave them her brightest smile, determined that she was going to enjoy this.

“Hello, boys!” Ginny called out as she reached her mark on the stage.

There were a few yelled ‘hellos’ back, but the crowd seemed surprised that she was addressing them directly. They were probably used to strippers who performed to music. Well, she’d soon shake them up!

“I said, HELLO BOYS!”

“Hello!” most of them managed to parrot back at her, although it sounded more like ‘hellhelloooow’ to her ears.

“My name is Jenny and I’m here tonight because, apparently, I’ve been a naughty girl.”

That information produced a loud cheer.

“Yes, Miss Peach, our headmistress, caught me behind the bike sheds with three guys from the local boys’ school. Not that I was doing anything inappropriate; it was a pure coincidence that none of them had their trousers on. Anyway, Miss Peach told me, and these are her exact words, ‘if you’re going to be a dirty slut who drops her knickers for any bloke, you might as well do it on stage and earn the school a few quid’. She’s very practical, is Miss Peach.”

This brought outright laughter as the audience began to understand how her act would go.
“Would you believe, she told me to come out here and take off ALL my clothes!” Ginny announced in a shocked voice. “How rude, and silly, really. I mean, I’m sure none of you boys want to see me take my clothes off, do you?”

“Yes, we do!” came back the loud reply.

“You do?” she gasped. “How indecent! I’m starting to think that you’re all the type of boys that my mother warned me about! Really! You don’t seriously want me to undress, do you?”

“Yes!”

“Well… I guess I could take one or two things off. How about I take off my hat? Will that make you happy?”

As she spoke, she removed the straw boater that had been on her head and threw it casually away. It gave her a chance to shake out her fiery mane of hair.

The crowd took the opportunity to let her know that removing just her hat had not satisfied them, at all. In turn, she put her hands on her hips and gave them a disapproving look.

“Really? You want me to take more off? I don’t know. Still, Miss Peach did say I would get detention unless I gave you all that you wanted… so….”

Ginny began to unknot her tie which had already been half undone. Her movements were slow and sensual, taking her time to free it and slide it from around her neck. She dropped it casually on the floor.

“That surely is enough for you. I’ve taken off my hat and my tie… what more could you want? What’s that? My skirt? You want me to take off my skirt?”

Not that she’d heard anyone make that specific request amongst all the noise, but it was the garment that she had determined would be the next to go. With a put-on expression on her face, she unhooked the skirt and let it slowly slip to the floor. With her blouse tied off under her breast and out of the way, she revealed the tops of her fishnet stockings and knickers. The boys in the audience sounded pleased.

“Now, that really is it,” Ginny told them. “What? Really? My shirt, too? You are all such naughty boys, making me take my clothes off like this! But, honestly, do you want to see me take my blouse off, too?”

Ginny couldn’t help but smile at the shouts and screams coming from the audience confirming that, yes, they wanted to see her take off her blouse very much, indeed. Men were such simple creatures, after all. They would do anything just to see a pair of tits.

“Well… okay then,” she pretended to reluctantly agree to. “As long as you all keep this our little secret.”

Rather than button up the blouse, she had just tied it off. With exaggerated slowness, she undid the knot, before clasping the garment close to her body. Then, when she judged the moment to be right, she flung open the shirt, exposing her bra-clad chest to them all. With a casual shrug, she let the shirt slip from her shoulders and onto the floor.

Ginny took a moment to prowl around the stage, soaking up the cheers and wolf-whistles. Now she was just in her underwear, she looked nothing like a schoolgirl. Her bra and knickers were a matching set in black and were decidedly skimpy. With her fishnet stockings, she now had a decidedly slutty appearance. Not that she minded that.

“Do you like my underwear, boys? Its school standard issue,” she informed them. “I’m glad you appreciate it. But, you know, from what I hear, it sounds like you all want to see even more!”

She giggled at the almost begging cries she heard. Glancing around, she was pleased to see that a school desk had suddenly appeared in the centre of the stage, meaning Harry had fulfilled his task as stagehand diligently. As she sauntered towards it, she wondered if any of the club’s staff would be curious as to where it had come from. After all, none of them was carrying a desk when they came in.

As soon as she reached the desk, she turned and hopped onto it and sat, facing the audience. She swung her legs and smiled at them.

“I’m going to take a little more off, but I want you to know that it’s only because it’s so hot under all these lights!”

Her excuse in place, she leaned back slightly and lifted her left leg. Ginny had always been an athletic girl but she wasn’t sure if the watching men were appreciating her flexibility or the fact that her current position gave them a clear view of the gusset of her knickers. Not that they wouldn’t be seeing plenty more shortly, but still.

She gripped the top of her fishnet stocking and began to peel it off her outstretched leg, before pulling it off her toes and casting it way. She then raised her left leg, and repeated the process, leaving her with just her knickers and bra. Sliding off the desk, she walked to the edge of the stage and put her hands on her hips.

“Well, I’ve taken nearly everything off. Are you boys satisfied now or do you want me to remove more of my clothes?”

“More! More! More!” came the chant.

Ginny sighed tragically. “Somehow, I thought you’d say that,” she told them. “You’re just like those naughty boys from school. They’re always on at me to take my clothes off. I mean, I normally do, but that’s beside the point. So, am I right in thinking you bad boys want to see my tits?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know,” she complained tragically. “I suppose if I don’t do this then I’ll end up in detention with Miss Peach and she gave me a terrible spanking last time that happened, so…”

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra but kept the garment firmly pressed to her chest. She looked at her audience expectantly.

“Are you sure you want to see?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Okay then.”

With a wicked smile on her face, she let the bra fall to the floor, exposing her tits to the salivating men. She let them drink in the sight of her for a few moments before she cupped her breasts and began to tweak her nipples.

“Do you like my tits?” she inquired. “The boys at school seem to like them. They’re forever wanting to play with them. Ooh, I do like it when they lick and suck my nipples, though. It gets me ever so horny!”

She continued to fondle herself for a moment before she stopped and addressed her audience again.

“You know, if you’re all like the boys at school, I bet that now you’ve seen my boobs that you’ll want to see my pussy, too. Well, do you? Do you all want to see my pussy?”

“Yes!”

“I thought so. I should warn you, though, having all you handsome boys watch me taking off my clothes has got me a little excited. My pussy might be a little wet. You don’t mind if I show you my wet pussy, do you?”

Not waiting for an answer, she inched her panties down an inch, exposing a small patch of red, pubic hair.

“Yes, collars and cuffs do match, in case you were wondering,” she teased them, before letting her knickers slide down her thighs and eventually land on the floor. She stood naked as the day she was born before them all. The crowd went wild.

“You are all such naughty boys,” she scolded them mildly. “I bet I know what you’re thinking right now, too. I bet you’re all wanting to stick your hard cocks in me, aren’t you? Mmm, that would be nice. Miss Peach interrupted us before my three boyfriends could fuck me and their cocks were so big and hard, too! It was such a shame.”

By now, her right hand had strayed to between her legs and she was openly rubbing herself. The audience had gone quiet and were watching her with lustful eyes.

“You know, it’s just as well I keep a backup for emergencies like this,” Ginny told them, stepping back to the school desk and opened it, before taking out a seven-inch purple dildo. There were happy cries when the crowd saw it.

She hopped back onto the desk but this time kept her legs wide open. As she did so, for the first time she noticed her image on the large screen behind her. No doubt she’d been enjoying teasing the men in the audience so much she hadn’t noticed it. She was amused to see that the man operating the camera had already zoomed in for a close-up of her pussy. Playing along, she used two fingers to spread the lips of her vagina wide open, exposing her damp pinkness.

Filtering out the cries of those watching, she took the dildo and began to rub it against her exposed clit. It was only now that she realised just how bloody turned on she was. There was no question that she was a born exhibitionist and loved having men watch her as she got naked. Well, now she would really show them something!

Not wanting to wait any longer, she turned the dildo and slid it into her grateful cunt. She emitted a genuine groan of pleasure as it entered her and she pushed most of it in. As she began to slide it in and out, she briefly prayed that Harry was feeling energetic as she was going to fuck him blind later.

Ginny soon entered a familiar state. Although she was aware that every eye in the building was watching her, the whole thing was also a strangely private experience for her. The only thing she really cared about at that exact moment was the big, fat dildo deep in her pussy and how good it felt. Time ceased to have any meaning as she continued to fuck herself, her body becoming more and more stimulated.

Eventually, the inevitable happened and she reached orgasm. She screamed in joy as she totally lost control, her body shaking and trembling as the pleasure washed over her. So much juice gushed out of her pussy that for a moment she thought she’d pissed herself, but the torrent stopped as her hand slowed and she reluctantly pulled the slimy dildo from her battered cunt.

It took her a moment to compose herself, but as her addled brain came back to reality, she heard the audience whooping and cheering.

“Well, that was fun,” she announced. “I am rather tired now, so I think I’d better go and have a lay down. Don’t worry, though. My best friend, Selene, is going to keep you company. She really is my bestest friend in the world and we’re so close! Give her a round of applause.”

As Ginny turned and walked off stage, she met Luna coming the other way. The blonde girl was beaming from ear to ear and they stopped and exchanged a lingering kiss, much to the approval of the watching crowd.

“You were great, Ginny!” Luna whispered.

“And you will be, too!” she replied. “Go and get naked for all these blokes!”

With a nod, Luna skipped off to the centre of the stage leaving Ginny to head for where Sam and Harry were standing hidden from the audience by the curtain.

“You were brilliant!” Harry exclaimed whilst draping a dressing gown over her shoulders.

“You’ve still got it, babe,” Sam agreed. “I thought your boyfriend here was going to pull out his cock and start wanking at one point.”

“I wanted to save your blushes,” he revealed.

“Handsome, I’ve seen more cocks in my time then you’ve had hot dinners. Trust me, I wouldn’t have blinked twice seeing yours.”

“Well, that’s a blow to my ego,” Harry muttered before handing Ginny a water bottle. “Here, have a drink.”

“Thanks,” Ginny replied, turning to see how Luna was doing.

As they had expected, Luna was most definitely not taking the same route as Ginny had with regards to her act. In fact, at the moment she seemed to be explaining to the bemused audience the best way to make blackberry jam. However, as she was also taking her blouse off at the same time no one seemed too worried about it.

“Err, your mate. What exactly is she on?” Sam asked hesitatingly.

“Nothing, honest,” Ginny replied. “Let’s just say that she suffered a traumatic event when she was small which really affected her. I suppose it did send her a bit odd, but in a lovely way. I tell you, Sam, we wouldn’t change her for the world.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about her,” Harry added. “It might seem like she’s talking a load of codswallop but, trust me, no one in the audience is going to complain once she’s got her kit off.”

“Which won’t be very long at the rate she’s going,” Ginny noted. “She seems to be less about the banter and more about getting naked as fast as possible.”

“Blimey, she’s down to her knickers already,” Sam agreed. “Oh, wait. There they go. Hmm, she’s not bad with her kit off, is she?”

“Nah, she’s smoking hot,” Harry announced. “The only girl I’ve seen who is sexier is Ginny.”

“Good answer,” Ginny giggled. “Oh, look. She’s decided to get her dildo out already.”

“That’s a fucking monster! How big is it?” Sam asked.

“She wanted the biggest one we could find. It’s a twelve incher,” Harry informed her.

“Fuck, she’s only small. Do you think she can manage it? Oh, bollocks. I should keep my mouth shut, shouldn’t I? She didn’t waste any time getting that up her snatch, did she? Bloody hell, she’s really going for it.”

“Luna… I mean, Selene, gets a bit excited during sex,” Ginny explained. “Harry here once made her cum so hard that she passed out for several minutes.”

“One of my proudest moments,” Harry announced.

“Well, from the sound of it she ain’t too far from getting herself off now,” Sam pointed out. “You better get ready to go out there again, Jenny.”

“Bloody hell, there’s no rest for the wicked, is there? Here, Harry, give me a hand getting into this thing.”

Shrugging off her dressing gown, she allowed Harry to firmly secure a rather strange object to her. Once they had decided that the girls would round their performances off with them putting on a lesbian act together, Harry had immediately suggested this addition. It certainly wasn’t something that Ginny had ever tried before but, as ever, she was willing to have a go at new things.

A high pitched scream suggested that Luna’s performance had just reached a climax, quite literally. They watched as the small blonde clambered to her feet, swaying slightly. It took her a few moments to recover before she addressed the slightly shell-shocked audience.

“That was fun! Still, playing with yourself is never as much fun than if you have a friend. Do you think that if we call her my friend Jenny would come back and play with me?”

The crowd seemed to very much like that idea and soon they had started chanting the name Jenny very loudly. Luna just stood there, clapping her hands in time to their chats and grinning happily.

“Good luck,” Harry whispered into Ginny’s ear. She turned and gave him a quick kiss before she headed back out onto the stage.

The audience cheered as soon as she appeared but their cries doubled in volume as soon as they saw that the only thing she was wearing was a large, strap-on dildo. Ginny couldn’t help but laugh at their reaction as she walked over to stand next to Luna.

“Oh, Jenny! It that for me?” Luan declared, running a hand lovingly over the plastic cock.

“All yours, babe,” Ginny responded. “I’m going to fuck you until you go cross-eyed.”

“Hmm, that sounds nice,” she responded before leaning in and kissing Ginny passionately.

Ginny felt a failure tingle of excitement as Luna pressed her lean body against hers. The blonde girl’s nipples were rock-hard as they pressed against Ginny’s naked flesh and she felt her hands start to caress her backside. She, in turn, began to run her eager hands over Luna’s body, hungry to touch that soft, yielding flesh.

As their tongues battled, Ginny ideally wondered if those men in the audience who were watching them could tell that they weren’t faking this. The two of them were genuinely filled with desire for the other and wanted nothing more than to feel each other’s flesh pressed against them.

Dragging her lips from Luna’s, Ginny began to leave a trail of hot kisses down the girl’s body, pausing only when she reached her breasts. Luna arched her body, allowing her to loving start licking the girl’s stiff nipples. The blonde gasped and began to run her hands through Ginny’s hair.

As she worked, Ginny smell her friend’s arousal and could feel the slender girl’s body tremble. At that moment, she decided that it would be unfair to keep Luna waiting. She pulled away and pointed at the desk which was still on the stage.

“I want you bent over that desk!” she ordered.

Luna instantly obeyed, grabbing the desk in both hands and leaning over it with her legs spread wide. She looked back over her shoulder with a look of anticipation on her face. Grasping the base of the dildo firmly, Ginny advanced on her friend.

Carefully, she lined the tip of the dildo up with Luna’s damp entrance. However, before she pushed it in she turned to the audience again.

“Who wants to see me fuck this little blonde slut?” she called out.

It was fair to say the positive response was nearly unanimous including, amusingly, Luna who also yelled loudly that was what she wanted.

Turning her attention back to her friend, Ginny began to rub the tip of the dildo up against Luna’s sex, gently parting the lips of her pussy and preparing her for entry. By this point, Ginny was intimately familiar with Luna’s pussy, having licked, sucked, and finger-fucked it extensively. Nevertheless, she was still excited by the sight of it, something that sent a tingle of excitement through her own body. She would never have believed that having sex with another girl could be so thrilling.

Deciding that she’s teased her friend long enough, Ginny planted her feet firmly on the stage and gently pushed the massive strap-on into Luna’s needy cunt. The blonde moaned loudly and writhed in pleasure at being impaled by the huge plastic cock. Gripping the girl’s hips, Ginny pushed even more of the dildo into her friend, secretly slightly jealous that it wasn’t her on the receiving end.

Something made Ginny look up at the massive screen at the back of the stage. Whoever was operating the camera certainly knew his stuff, and the whole screen was filled with a close-up image of the dildo sliding into Luna. Seeing as they had such a good shot, Ginny decided to make the most of it and started to thrust her hips forward faster and faster, driving the cock further and further into Luna’s grateful pussy. The girl herself gripped the edge of the desk fiercely and wailed with joy at the treatment her drenched cunt was getting.

Eventually, Ginny’s legs began to give out and she pulled the dildo out of her friend. Deciding it was time to make Luna do some work, she flopped onto her back in the middle of the stage and grasped the base of the dildo, pointing it upwards. Luna didn’t hesitate for a second and straddled her, facing the audience. She then dropped to her knees and, reaching between her legs, guided the big cock back inside her.

As she lay on her back grasping her friend gently by the hips, Ginny had to smile. Luna really did make the greatest noises during sex. Each time blonde girl repeatedly thrust herself downwards, impaling herself on the ten-inch plastic dick, she emitted a high-pitched squeal. It was easy to tell when she was getting close to orgasm as these squeals became louder and more persistent, eventually morphing into one loud shriek of pleasure. Doing it in front of so many people must have been a turn-on for Luna as Ginny noticed the girl’s short squeals were becoming more drawn-out far faster than normal.

Laying on her back, Ginny couldn’t see the screen behind her but she wagered the audience was getting a perfect view of the massive cock sliding in and out of Luna’s pussy. She remembered the first time she’d been fucked with strangers watching, back when she did Steve Cooper in that crummy hotel. During that shoot, she’d exposed everything to the camera and had been massively aroused by the idea that some bloke might be able to buy a DVD and watch her being fucked senseless. Obviously, Luna shared that streak of exhibitionism, too.

Luna came suddenly, almost catching Ginny by surprise. The girl’s voice nearly went up beyond the range of human hearing and her body started to shake uncontrollably. Ginny grabbed her, trying to stop her collapsing and could feel the vibrations through her hands. Luna had cum so hard that she’d nearly lost it completely. As her friend’s body slowly stilled, Ginny was aware of the audience clapping and cheering.

“You okay, Luna?”

“Yes,” the girl purred. “That was really most enjoyable.”

Ginny laughed. “Good, well, if you can manage it, can you stand up and we’ll take our bows.”

Luna responded by rolling off her and climbing to her feet. Ginny also stood and, taking Luna’s hand, the two curtsied to the thunderous applause of the audience. She was just about to curtsy again when someone touched her from behind, nearly making her jump ten feet into the air. Looking around, she was relieved to see it was Harry and she remembered that he was meant to be there.

Working quickly, Harry undid the strap-on before darting off the stage with it in his hand. Glancing behind her, Ginny noticed that the desk had vanished and been replaced by a simple chair on which sat a piece of paper. Grabbing it, she smiled gratefully. She’d almost forgotten that they had a birthday boy in the audience that needed to be given a special treat, let alone the guy’s name. With Luna watching contentedly, Ginny walked to the front of the audience.

“I’m told that we have someone celebrating their twenty-first today,” she announced. “Will Mathew Warton come up on stage, please?”

This was going to be fun.
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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley