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Life is Good
By: 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series nor am I being paid to write this.
A/N: ₲ = 1 Galleon, £ = 5 (JKR’s exchange rate) British Pound, $ = 2.37 (Bank exchange rate) US Dollar
The Princess (Hermione Granger) – 16
Chapter 5
(Over a year after Life is Good Chapter 4)
Saturday, 31 August 1996
Flourish & Blotts Bookshop
The sixteen year old Princess (was Hermione Granger) is one of the most expensive prostitutes in Diagon Alley. As such she was also in great demand. Her reputation of refusing all but a select few who met her invisible standards only increased the number of international wizards who were willing to pay even more than her original price. She offered no more than they could get from ₲8 galleon prostitutes in the same brothel but she was not about to talk them out of spending their gold on her.
Draco was pleased Granger worked for him in the Malfoy Pleasure Palace Gentleman’s Club she was the best investment he ever made. It didn’t even cost him gold, just Slytherin cunning and time. He should have known Granger would be a moneymaker. Whatever she did she did to the best of her ability. Now he could charge ₲2,000 (£10,000/$23,700) a lay for her services.
The beauty that was the Princess walked down Diagon Alley in her gold PP robes. These were heavier than the gauzy Pleasure Palace robes worn ‘in house.’ Hermione understood the reasoning. Her body was merchandise and the Palace was not about to give free samples by letting them see without paying first.
Professionals who worked at the Palace could walk the Alley without fear, terrible things happened to anyone who dared to bother a PP prostitute let alone assault one. The only question was who caught that stupid person first, Pleasure Palace Protection Personal, Voldemort’s Death Eaters because a night in the Pleasure Palace was Voldemort's reward if pleased, or outraged patrons of the Pleasure Palace. Either way someone’s head was going up on a pike, after suitable torture, of course. There was no safer place for a single witch or wizard to work.
The Hermione, under her Princess name, had standing orders for certain books. Even though she had not been notified any of those books were in. The Princess had no customers today so she was going to browse the bookshelves to see if anything caught her fancy.
It was the day before the students rode north on the Hogwarts Express. It was also the last day these same students could fill their Hogwarts booklists making the store very crowded.
She was near the far end of the textbook isle when she heard some sniffles. Then heard a boy try to talk someone out of their clothes from the sound of his voice he couldn’t be very old. Hermione heard. “You need the gold and I wanna see. I’ll give you a galleon to take ‘em off.”
The girl, whoever it was, was crying, whatever, it was sounded like something near to Hermione's line of work. Curious, she silently moved down to the wall so she could see. There was a small brown-haired girl in a corner in muggle clothes. ‘She must be a muggleborn firstie,’ Hermione thought. The boy was in robes and judging from his size he was second year or a small third year. Hermione listened in. The girl’s parents hadn’t given her enough money. ‘Her parents probably didn’t know the exchange rate and thought it was one for one,’ Hermione thought, ‘And the brat is trying to get a look practically for free.’ If there was one thing Hermione learned as the Princess in the past year was the value of the female body. This boy would learn that lesson if the Princess had anything to say about it. From the cut and material of the boy’s robe his family had money and the cheap son-of-a-bitch was trying to rob this girl of her true worth. Hermione thought, ‘must be closer to third year since he has an interest in what’s under her clothes.’
‘We’ll see about that,’ Hermione thought and The Princess stepped around the corner.
The two children turned their heads when they heard someone clear their throat. The boy’s eyes widened at the sight of a grown woman in a gold robe that advertized what lay beneath.
Hermione asked the girl, “Are you right? Young man did I hear you right? Are you trying to cheat one of my girls out of what she is rightfully due?”
“What?”
“What!”
Came from the two children.
The boy looked at the adult in front of him. Her kind of floaty robe was not quite like anything he had ever seen before but heard that only one sporting lady wore gold, she was tops, the Boss Lady. Then he saw the patch on the left side of the robe, he gulped, his father often bragged about his time with the sporting ladies. The parchments his father sometimes brought home had the same design as the Sporting Lady’s patch. His father would ‘kill’ him if he made trouble for his father with the Head Sporting Lady. “S-s-sorry lady I didn’t know she was one of yours…”
The Princess stared down at the boy, “She is not but you should treat her as if she is. You never know what the future holds…” Hermione grimaced at the memory of what Draco rescued her from.
The boy saw the Lady frown and knew he was in trouble. His father was going to ‘kill’ him for sure.
The Princess thought the boy was going to wet himself. She didn’t want a future customer to be afraid of her. Just pay the girl her rightful price. Princess cast a spell on their end of the aisle, “There, now we shall not be disturbed.” Princess touched the girl on the shoulder, “Come with me.” Princess turned to the boy, “Stay, until we return.”
The Princess took the little girl a short distance away and cast another privacy spell. “Do you want to tell me what was going on or should I guess?”
This started the girl to crying again, “Me mum and da gave me £100 to buy me supplies today. That shudda bean enough right?”
Hermione went through her first year list and costs in her mind. ‘Let’s see, 8 text books at ₲2 each comes to ₲16, complete uniform requirement for the year was another ₲16, potion supplies was ₲16… I think I’m seeing a pattern here… hum… wand, mine was ₲5 and Harry’s was ₲7 so that price was not fixed… my guess is how common a given wand is determines the price… and my telescope cost ₲8 so it comes out to about the high ₲60s to low ₲70s which would be about £325 to £360. No, the girl’s £100 will not do. I can fix that though depending how bad the girl wants to learn magic.’ The Princess smiled at the girl, “Your parents did not give you enough but if you want, we can fix that.”
The Princess evaluated the girl as a professional. The girl’s muggle tee shirt showed the girl would be popular with the boys in a few years. Hell, the boy back at the end of the aisle was proof the girl had a boy’s attention now. The quality of the boy’s robe meant his parents had money. He was probably a pureblood. Hermione did not know the girl’s background so as the Princess decided on an on the spot for an impromptu test, they both had what the other wanted and how the girl reacted would determine Hermione’s next course of action. It was 1996 so getting her to shed her clothes shouldn’t be too hard. “You need money and this boy has it…”
“How?”
“Simple we make that boy pay what he should to see you take your clothes off…”
"WHAT! Opps..." The girl realized she had raised her voice in the bookstore.
“Young lady, prostitution is a respectable profession in the wizarding world,” the Princess said sternly, "and all you are going to do is show him what you look like."
“Then how come not ever’one not does it?”
“Look at the saleswitch at the counter. Who would men pay to see take off our clothes? Her or me?” To be honest it was not a fair comparison the face of the witch in question was scarred by dragon pox.
“Don’t worry no one would know if that’s what is bothering you.”
“Really?”
“Really, truly,” Hermione nodded.
“Oh, do I look like he’d pay for ta see ma stuff?”
“He offered to pay so yes he wants to see your stuff. Now let me see, pull up your shirt.”
The girl looked at the people at the other end of the aisle.
“They can’t see or hear,” Princess held up her wand, “magic.”
“Oh,” she pulled up her shirt.
Yes, the girl had respectable mounds already. “Hold still,” the Princess pulled down the 11 year old’s jeans with their elastic waist band and her knickers. “Turn,” Princess made a twirling motion with a finger. Hermione examined the girl critically as she shuffle turned. No scars, no blemishes, not even pimples at her age, puberty hadn’t left their mark. Hermione touched her budding breasts. She was all over tan like Parvati Patil. Some customers at the Palace ask for girls like that and they were always in short supply because there was such a short time between too young and too old. With proper training this girl would be perfect. ‘Maybe it’s time I took on an apprentice,’ Hermione mused. With that thought Princess/Hermione made a much closer examination, running her hands over the girl to feel the texture of her skin. While she shifted at the touch the girl did not back away from Hermione. Princess looked at the girl’s face. She could have the body of Venus but with the face of a pit bull. That would turn customers away. It looked like this girl would have a pleasant face when she was older. Not a classic beauty, those were overrated, ask any veela. The pretty, ordinary looking witch with a girl next-door face was more profitable because her looks was not intimating to potential customers. Many of whom seemed to feel the prostitute was doing them a favor by allowing the wizard to fuck them. Hermione rolled her eyes, ‘Wizards have no sense or logic.’
“Get dressed and we'll get you what you deserve."
After the girl dressed the two walked back to where the boy waited.
When they walked back Princess could see the boy’s interest, she fixed the boy with a stern eye, “She agreed and you will pay the proper amount…”
“But I can’t! I don’t have that kind of money.”
“How badly do you want to see what she has hidden?”
“She’s a mudblood, one galleon.”
Hermione took the girl by the hand, “Let’s go we’ve just been insulted, first by his language then by his offer.”
“WAIT! WAIT! Two galleons!”
“I know your father and how much he spends at the Palace the Princess lied. The quality of the boy’s clothing was a big enough clue, “You have enough. He would not want you to embarrass him by having too little.”
Princess conjured a chair for the girl, “Sit.”
She sat.
“You wanted her to take off her clothes?”
He nodded. “Five galleons,” He offered.
He smiled and placed the five gold coins in the Princess’s hand while the girl squeaked.
Princess smiled at the girl and said, “Take off one shoe.”
Now the boy protested, “What? I paid for her to take off everything!”
The girl frowned for a moment before she toed off her shoe.
“No, I asked ‘do you want to see what she has hidden,’ you get what you pay for. Your insulting two galleons offer allows you to see her sock.”
Princess frowned, “Ask your father what you did wrong. If you want to see more the price is ₲5 per item.” Princess smiled, “Life lesson for the day, always make sure you know exactly what you agreed to. Don’t assume. Do you want to see more?”
He nodded.
“Five galleons.”
The other shoe came off.
This time the boy said nothing. He was learning.
For another ₲5 the girl took her black plastic hair band off.
“NO FAIR!”
“You are right,” Princess agreed, “if you had made a fair offer her hair band would not have been fair. You didn’t make a fair offer, did you?”
“What have you learned?”
“Be careful what I say,” the boy said slowly.
“Not exactly what I meant but close enough. To show no hard feelings Princess had the girl take off both socks for ₲5. Now the boy could see her toes.
Another ₲5 for her jeans and the girl looked at Princess who smiled, “Go ahead you show as much at the beach.” The girl stood and wiggled out of her blue jeans.
Another ₲5 and Princess said, “Your choice knickers or top.”
“Do I havta?”
“Yes you should. He paid good gold to see and a good working girl keeps her end of the deal, your choice, top or bottom.” The girl’s face became red and pulled off her shirt. “Mum ‘n da ‘ll kill me.”
His dorm mates called them joy-bags and he was seeing his first. The boy was kinda disappointed. They were not as big as everybody said they would be.
“No, your mum and dad will do anything unless you tell them, they will never know. They can never come to the magic side.” Princess wanted her to get used to the idea that she and her parents live in two separate worlds. Princess absently slapped the boys wrist when he reached to touch one of the girl's breasts.
Hermione had to hide her satisfaction. The girl’s face blushed red but that didn’t stop her from taking off what Hermione told her to or refusing all together. That might be because Hermione promised her gold coins when they were done. Hermione told her the more she did the more gold she would have.
Now all the little girl had on was her cotton knickers and ₲5 later even those were gone.
By now the girl understood the game Hermione played on the boy and turned around. She pulled down her knickers and showed her arse when she stepped out of her underwear.
She would be the first real live first naked girl the boy had ever seen. “NO FAIR! I DIDN’T GET TO SEE NOTHIN’!”
This was going better than Hermione thought it would. The girl had already earned four times more than a low tier prostitute’s 8 galleons and she didn’t even need to spread her legs. This girl held promise with the right training. The bookstore was starting to get crowded with students. ‘Can’t have that,’ Hermione cast a notice-me-not spell along with the other privacy spells on their end of the isle.
Hermione was impressed. The girl was a natural. She wasn’t too shy and showed what she was supposed to show with only a little prompting. That last bit of only showing her ass showed talent. She didn’t belong in Hogwarts giving it away for free. Princess liked the idea of this girl as her apprentice to mold and teach how to be a top-of-the-line prostitute. She had an idea how to up the price even more when she saw the boy start to reach for the naked girl again. “No,” Princess pushed his hand away, “Look but don’t touch.” The boy nodded and stared. Princess ordered the girl, “Now raise your arms and slowly turnaround until you face him.” She did. “Now sit and spread your legs so he can see everything.” The girl blushed and closed her eyes but did what she was told. The boy had his first clear view of a girl’s slit even if it only had fuzz.
Princess clapped twice, “Time’s up! You had your look.”
“What?”
“You did not specify a time limit. Time’s up.” Princess told the girl, “You can get dressed.”
“Yea!”
“Awww.”
He was tired of the other boys brag about sex. He couldn’t even lie if he didn’t know what to lie about.
The boy stood frozen as he watched the girl pickup her knickers. He wanted to touch her.
She pulled her knickers all the way up. He stared at her small tan cones with their brown nipples and moaned, "Beautiful."
The eleven year old smiled at the boy while she wore only her knickers. She seemed in no hurry to put her other clothes on. She looked at the boy, her thumbs hooked in the elastics of her knickers waistband. The young girl glanced at the older woman in the gold robe. Hermione nodded yes. The girl’s hands pulled down the front enough to show her fuzz. “More?” She asked the boy.
Hermione knew she had her future student prostitute.
The excited boy paid a handful of gold coins without counting. The girl reached over and placed his hands on her underwear so he could pull them down to the floor. This time she didn’t try to hide anything or stop him from touching her where he wanted. Princess/Hermione was impressed.
It was a shame Hermione didn’t have the space to rent her new whore out right now. Then she had an idea. Hermione expertly unbuckled the boy’s belt and talked her new girl into slowly pulling both his pants and boxers down to his knees.
The eleven year old girl had her first look at a boy’s penis. Like most wizards it was uncircumcised. Hermione showed how a few deft finger strokes and it was hard. The naked girl was intrigued when it went from sort of dangly to straight. When she touched it, it even felt different underneath the skin.
Princess hand lightly covered the girl’s hand to help her stroke the boy’s hardon. “Are you a virgin?” Princess softly asked the boy. Hermione asked in a low voice because in her short experience boys and men do not want to admit they have no experience with sex.
A nod.
“You want to use this on her?” The girl’s eyes opened wide when she heard this. Princess covered her small hand gently so she could give his cock a soft squeeze.
“I can Help,” the Princess promised in her professional low throaty voice.
Another nod, he looked down at the two hands on his dick.
“Give me your purse.”
Without question or hesitation he gave Hermione a small leather bag with a galleon symbol embossed on it. Hermione recognized it as a Gringotts ever-full purse from work so she knew it was tied to an owner’s vault. Only family could take money out of it. “You need to give me money out of it until I say stop.”
He couldn’t pull galleons fast enough.
‘Mustn’t be too greedy,’ Princess thought. ‘What the hell,’ she held out her hand for more coins.
“She is a virgin also. Virgins cost more because there is only one first time.” There was a set minimum of a 100% price increase if the customer wanted a virgin. The Pleasure Palace always had skilled ‘virgins’ on demand.
The young girl was fascinated that she could make the boy’s dick move on its own by how and where she touched it. She seemed to forget or didn’t care by now that she was completely naked in the bookstore another point on her favor in Hermione’s opinion. It made Hermione wonder about her muggle life if she was so unconcerned about her lack of… well anything on.
The boy leaned against the wall before he gave Hermione two handfuls of gold coins. He didn’t count how much money he gave, the girl’s fingers holding his penis felt so good.
She looked up at Hermione, “Do I half ‘ta? I mean he’s already seen an’ felt me up. Isn’t that enough?” She didn’t stop moving her hand on the boy’s penis when she asked.
“It’s alright. Nobody knows but the three of us. He doesn’t even know your name. Your parents are nonmagical, right? That means they can’t come over and talk to anyone. They will only know what you want them to know. Come on, it’s fun, why do you think there’s so many people in the world? People like to fuck and he wants to pay good gold to fuck such a pretty girl.”
“Oh,” the girl said in a small voice.
“Look at how straight you made him, he wants you bad.”
She stared at the hardon she was holding, “Okay,” she looked around at the narrow aisle and the dirty hard wood floor under her bare feet, “Don’t we need a bed? Mum an' da always go ta their bedroom An lock the door."
Hermione bent over to whisper to the girl, “On your hands and knees dear, Doggy Style, silly wizards think that’s the only proper way to have sex.”
She looked at the floor, “It’s dirty and hard.”
“I’ll take care of that,” a few flicks of her wand and the floor was clean. Another spell and the floor was soft.
A little pressure from the Princess on the girl’s back and she was on her hands and knees facing biology text books.
He was more than ready; his hardon was demanding attention. None of his dorm mates ever said they’ve done it in a store. Would he have something to brag about this year!
When he was on his knees. Because of the girl’s age Hermione did not think she could would get wet so Princess cast a lubricant spell on the boy’s dick. Then she held his dick steady at the girl’s cunt.
When the girl felt his cock press her slit she would have moved away except Princess held her firmly in place. “Dear he paid rent for your cunt. Stay still and let him in.”
Because Hermione held his dick she controlled how fast he entered the girl kneeling in front of him with his dick slick he could have pushed too far, too fast and hurt the Princesses’ new girl. The Princess was quick to cast a silencing spell on the girl so her customer, the boy, wouldn’t hear any unpleasant sounds from the girl when he took her virginity. The 11 year old girl on her hands and knees had never felt so full or stretched before and it slowly became more and more, until she felt like she was going to be split in half. Hermione bent over and whispered how sexy the girl was and this proved how grown up she was. “Shush, shush, it’s alright, it’s over, relax, never again… only the first time… from now on it’ll only feel good…” Hermione said soothingly in a low voice. In her mind Hermione was already making plans for her future whore.
He was in all the way and the boy thought it felt incredible! There was nothing like it! He didn’t know it could feel any better. Now he understood why his father visited the sporting ladies so often. It was over so fast. He barely started to move before he emptied his cum in her.
Princess was so lucky to find her. This girl was a natural whore. Now to teach her to be a natural prostitute who is a whore with class, Hermione as the Princess considered herself a courtesan at the very least, her agreement with Draco meant very few could afford her and those who could she could always say no so long as she paid what the Palace share would have been.
When he went to wipe his cock off with the girl’s discarded clothes he found himself staring cross-eyed at the tip of the Princesses’ wand. “Always treat the working girls with respect. Without us you only have your five fingers.”
He pulled up his pants and ran.
After he left Hermione transfigured the girl’s knickers into a robe like hers but a silver color. Only the Princess of the Pleasure Palace wore a gold colored robe.
After he left Princess gave the girl ₲49 (minus Princesses’ broker’s fee and the Palace percentage.) “See how much you made by not doing anything but look pretty.”
The girl held the gold coins, “How much is this really?”
Princess smiled, “£245, more than twice as much as your parents gave you with only doing a little more than take off your clothes. You do that every day for free and he paid to watch you do that.”
“He did more’d that,” She looked up from the shiny coins, “Mum an’ da won’t let me keep it.”
“Only if they know about it, they cannot come to the wizarding world, remember?”
Hermione broke through her Princess persona and hugged the little girl, “You don’t have to go back or go to Hogwarts if you don’t want to. You can stay with me.”
“I can?”
The Princess nodded.
‘K”
With that Hermione/Princess led her new ‘adopted’ daughter/apprentice back to the Malfoy Pleasure Palace Gentleman’s Club to be trained in the art of giving pleasure. Yes, life was good.
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