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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 70009 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 7 – Rich Boy’s Toy

“There must be something here. There are loads of these vintage porn sites and Sam was a pretty big name back in the day,” Lucy exclaimed in frustration as she tapped away on the keys of her laptop.

The two flatmates were currently both garbed in their pyjamas and were laying on their bellies on top of Lucy’s bed. Ginny’s suggestion that they hunt down some of their manager’s old work had excited the chestnut-haired girl and, after dinner, they’d got straight down to work.

“Any luck?” Ginny asked, peering at the screen.

“Sam’s name is a bit too common for the search engine,” Lucy replied. “I’ve tried adding ‘porn’ and ‘porn star’ to the search, but no luck.”

“How about adding ‘vintage’,” Ginny giggled. “She is pretty old, after all.”

“Yeah! Actually, I have a better idea. Let me try… yes! I’ve got something. I tried adding ‘80’s porn star’ to her name and I got a hit. Yeah, as I thought, that’s a link to a pretty big 1970’s and 1980’s retro porn site. I don’t think they have any clips, but they should have plenty of still shots.”

“Well, go to it, then!” Ginny insisted. “I want to know what Sam looked like back in her prime.”

“Okay, give me a chance,” Lucy giggled. “This is the site and all the content is listed alphabetically and… yes! There’s her name listed!”

Lucy hurriedly clicked on the name ‘Samantha Warner’ and the screen was immediately filled by numerous thumbnail images.

“Wow, there’s a lot of pictures,” Ginny noted, “and look, there are another two pages of them, too.”

“Hmm, these mostly look like glamour model shots,” Lucy noted before clicking on the first one.

“Bloody hell,” Ginny gasped as she caught sight of the image. “Look at her! What a hottie!”

“Fuck me, yes. She was a right knock-out back in the day, wasn’t she?”

Ginny could hardly believe that the woman on the screen was their thick-set, haggard manager. This woman had long, luxurious blonde hair that hung halfway down her back. She had a figure that was to die for, too, with long, slim legs, a narrow waist, and fantastic tits. Her skin was creamy and unblemished, while her blue eyes were clear and focused. The picture showed her posing in sexy red underwear which displayed her assets to the fullest.

“Jeez, I would have bloody shagged her,” Lucy noted appreciatively.

“Are there any pictures of her hard-core stuff?” Ginny demanded. “I wanna see her getting fucked.”

“Me, too! Hold on.”

The entire first page appeared to be made up of strictly soft-core stuff, as was most of the second. Ginny was just starting to think Sam had been bullshitting about her career when they came across what they wanted.

“Ah, that’s more like it,” Lucy declared as she opened a thumbnail that appeared to show Sam with a man. They opened it to reveal the woman gripping a doorframe with her right leg raised, while a man with a large moustache and a perm fucked her from behind.

“Ugh! Sam said some of the blokes she worked with back then were a bit rank. She wasn’t kidding,” Ginny exclaimed.

“I think that bloke would be alright if he shaved off that stupid moustache… and the permed hair… and lost twenty pounds… and went to the gym for a few months.”

“He’d still be ugly even then,” Ginny chortled. “Let’s what else there is.”

They scrolled through the rest of the page which, without exception, contained pictures of Sam being fucked in various positions. None of the men floated either of the girl’s boats, at all.

The third page proved even more salacious. The first group of pictures seemed to feature Sam in a bathtub with two naked men standing watching her. They enlarged the pictures and began to work through the set.

“That’s more like it,” Ginny noted. “Look at those two hunks. Bronzed, muscular, and well hung. Just the way I like them.”

“Yeah, but look at Sam, though,” Lucy protested. “She looks like a bloody goddess. Fuck, look at the tits she has on her! With her body all wet and soapy, she’s like sex on legs.”

“Hmm, the blokes aren’t actually fucking her, though, are they?” Ginny noticed. “I mean, they’re dicks are hard and they’re posing like they’re just about to shove them in her, but none of the pictures show actual penetration, do they?”

“Simulation shots,” Lucy advised her. “They did that a lot back then. They were really restricted on what they could show in magazines that were sold in newsagents and suchlike. Unless it was sold through a licensed sex shop, they couldn’t show any penetration, at all. Look at the one. Sam’s got her mouth open and that bloke’s cock is millimetres from it, but that’s as far as they can go.”

“Poor Sam. If I was in the bath with those two I’d have been gagging for it. Do you think they did a proper hard-core shoot later?”

“Who knows? All these shots seem to be from a single magazine feature, anyway.”

“Is there anything else? These pictures seem to be getting dirtier as we go along.”

“Let’s have a look. Oh, Jenny, do you see what I see?” Lucy asked in glee.

“Gangbang pictures!” Ginny shrieked. “Quick, open them up.”

The pictures showed Sam with four men in what looked like the front room of some large house. As the shots progressed, the busty blond was seen in numerous position, taking cock in her mouth, arse, and pussy. Ginny’s favourite picture was of Sam straddling one man who was sitting on a sofa, sucking off another, and finally wanking the other two who were kneeling either side of her.

“See that?” Ginny announced, pointing at the shot. “Sam is capable of pleasuring four men at the same time. I knew there was a reason we worked for her!”

“Yeah, I know. Oh, look at the expression on her face in that final shot! Wow, she’s really being coated with cum, isn’t she?”

“Great shot,” Ginny agreed. “Those tits must have been created to be spunked over. I haven’t even got a dick and I want to shoot my load over them.”

“I know what you mean. Christ, the drugs must really have taken a toll on her, mustn’t they?” Lucy mused sadly.

“You’d never catch me taking that filth. Not if it has that effect on your body,” Ginny agreed.

“So, do we mention to Sam that we found these pictures?” Lucy asked with a grin.

“Mention? Nah. Can we print them out, though? Image her face if she walks into the office and finds a bloody great picture of her taking it up the arse on the wall!”

“Ooh, that is evil,” Lucy purred. “Let’s do it!”

Even if Sam did realise it was them that did it, Ginny reasoned, she was sure she was more than capable of outrunning the older woman.

“I don’t like this,” Peter muttered for the tenth time.

“Yeah, you said,” Ginny replied wearily.

They were both standing in what passed for a backstage area in the mansion of one Joseph Kohn, mega-rich merchant banker and organiser of tonight's entertainment. Ginny hadn’t actually met the man, having been instructed to enter the house through the service doors.

“Why do they need so much security?” Peter demanded. “It seems like they’ve got a small army of heavies around.”

This question was one she was hard-pressed to answer and something that Sam had also brought up. She was accompanying the two performers tonight, along with a huge, bald bouncer of their own who went by the name of Buster. While Buster certainly seemed like a bloke not to be messed with, he was outnumbered by about twenty-to-one by the in-house security.

“This bloke Kohn is loaded, right, and I bet all of his guests are, too. It only makes sense that he’ll have a lot of security on hand, particularly for a risky party like this.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” he allowed. “Still, having to perform for a lot of stinking rich fat cats, it turns my stomach. I bet we’re just performing monkeys to them. Bastards. I wish I’d never taken this job.”

“Hey, is fucking me really so bad?” Ginny asked indignantly.

“What? Oh, God, no, that’s not what I meant, Jenny. I’ve been dying to work with you again, haven’t I? No, it’s just the circumstances that get my back up. I don’t trust this bunch an inch. I’ve always hated these types and I despise having to work for them. All this lot do are prey upon the poor and make millions from the suffering of others. Why, I…”

“Alright, I get it!” she interrupted. “I come from a pretty poor family myself and I can’t say I like these types much, either. But we have a job to do and we’re going to get well paid to do it. Let’s just try and have some fun out there, okay?”

“Okay, sorry,” he replied. “I know I’m being irritable, but this whole gig feels rotten. I promise I’ll do my best on stage. God, I’ve wanted to do this ever since I last worked with you. I’m sure I’ll be okay when I get going.”

“You better be. I’ve been looking forward to this, too. You’re the one who got away; the only bloke I’ve worked with that I haven’t fucked. I want to feel that lovely big cock of yours deep inside me and I don’t want you getting distracted, got that?”

“I promise,” Peter repeated but to Ginny’s eyes he still didn’t look very happy. She was going to make further comment, but she was interrupted by one of the mansion’s staff.

“We’re ready for you,” the man told her gruffly.

“Okay, hit the music and we’ll start,” she replied, matching his tone. Undoubtedly the staff here had a low opinion of her, but she really couldn’t give a fuck about them.

The man vanished and a few seconds later music started playing. Naturally, Lucy had picked it and had described it as ‘ambient techno’ whatever the hell that was. Ginny had liked the track simply because it had a subtle but driving rhythm, and had sounded rather classy.

Classy was definitely the look she was going for in looks, too, with a long, green dress, slit right up to her upper thigh. This was complemented by a pair of sheer, tan stockings and, underneath, she wore a matching bra and knickers that were a gold colour. Sam had told her that this type of clientele would be expecting a touch of class, even if really all they really wanted was to see her getting fucked on stage.

She stepped out into the light and saw that what she would be performing on was less of a stage and more of a platform. Still, there was enough room for her. Unlike the social club where she performed her striptease, here, she could clearly see her audience, all sitting at small tables clustered around the stage. There were perhaps thirty people in attendance, both men and women, all dressed up to the nines, and all smiling at her eagerly. Time to get this show on the road.

The music had an urgent, pulsing beat, and Ginny began to move in time with it, swinging her hips and running her hands up and down her body. There certainly wasn’t the room to perform any of the athletic dance moves she’d done previously, but they wouldn’t have fitted in here, anyway. She did have one prop on the stage, a simple chair, and she gripped the back of it whilst facing away from the audience, giving them a clear view of her backside as it swayed with the music.

She slowly and seductively danced around the chair several times, making eye contact with both men and women, and smiling at them. Sam had told her that she would get a clear reaction from every person she did this too, and it was true. One middle-aged blonde woman even winked back at her.

When she judged it was time to start losing her clothing, she came to a halt next to the chair and placed her right foot on the seat. This enabled her to slowly peel her stocking down, caressing her own leg as she did so. The slit in the dress meant that everyone watching got to see all of her shapely leg, which was entirely planned. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to skimp with this crowd, she threw the balled-up garment out into the audience, where a grey-hair gentleman snatched it out of the air. She waltzed around the chair and repeated the act with her left stocking.

The next thing to go was her dress. To begin with, she stepped to the front of the platform, so close that the men in the front could have reached out and touched her, before she began to move in time with the music again. Her fiery mane of hair had been carefully washed and dried, and she flung her head from side to side, letting her hair catch the light. She then began to run her hands all over her own body, caressing herself through the material and giving the impression of arousal. In truth, while she was looking forward to performing with Peter, she too would have probably chosen a different location. It would have been much nicer to have fucked him on a nice, friendly stage set with only half-a-dozen film crew watching. Oh, well.

Eager to move things along, she reached behind her neck and undid the strap on her dress. It was a tight-fitting little number, so she had to literally peel it off her body. She kicked it away and stood, with her hands on her hips, letting everyone have a good look at her in only her underwear. Her hips began to move again and she resumed touching herself, this time rather more explicitly. Her hands squeezed her breasts until her boobs nearly popped out of the bra. She let a hand drop of she could rub the front of her panties. Even the feeling of her fingers against her clit did nothing to excite her. This felt like a very sterile gig but she felt sure it would liven up once Peter made an entrance.

Her bra came off next, slowly and teasingly, letting one nipple become exposed before letting the garment drop and exposing her breasts to them all. She turned her back to the crowd, before sliding her knickers down over her arse and bending forward. The routine felt old hat to her, but the murmurs from the audience seemed to suggest they liked it. She stood and turned around, giving them all a full-frontal. Ginny remained still, letting them all drink in her nakedness.

A gasp from some of the female members of the audience alerted her to the fact that Peter had appeared on stage. She knew that he too was stark naked and would by now have a full erection. That fact was confirmed when she felt it pressed up against her arse and his hands wrap around her body and cup her breasts. This was more like it!

She leaned back into him, his cock finding a natural home between the cheeks of her backside, as he began to fondle her tits and kiss her neck. She moaned at his touch and smiled, letting the audience know that she was a girl who was ready to be fucked. Judging by the eager grins on the faces of all those seated around them, they were keen for her to be fucked, too.

Peter let one hand slide down her body and between her legs. She shifted her position so his fingers could gain access to her pussy more easily, before letting him pleasure her. At last, she began to feel herself become moist and her nipples harden. Now she was going to have some fun!

As Peter’s fingers probed and stroked her, she writhed with pleasure and rubbed herself up against his rock-hard dick. His left hand was now roaming over her body as he nibbled her earlobe with his teeth. Feeling the need to move things along, she pulled away from him before turning and dropping to her knees. Reaching out, she grasped his throbbing cock in her hands and began to lick it enthusiastically, her tongue tracing its way up and down his shaft before she turned her attention to his swollen glands. As she took the head of his cock in her mouth, she looked up at him… and noticed he wasn’t paying any attention to her, at all.

To Ginny’s frustration, Peter seemed to be gazing out towards the audience with a look of contempt on his face. Clearly, his hatred of big city fat cats was more ingrained in him than she had realised but, seriously, he wasn’t even looking at her as she sucked his cock? Really?

Feeling like she needed to get his attention, she gripped his cock forcefully and wiggled her tongue over the slit in its head. She’d previously promised not to do this as they had discovered at their first shoot together, it made him cum far too quickly. It got his attention and he looked down at her in surprise.

“Concentrate!” she hissed.

“Sorry,” he muttered, but still didn’t really look into what he was doing. Her temper rising, Ginny decided she needed to take charge of things. She rose to her feet and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Do you want to put that big, fat cock inside me?” she demanded loudly.

Peter stared at her in confusion for a moment. This certainly hadn’t been what they had worked out beforehand.

“I said, do you want to put that cock in me? Huh?” Ginny yelled, genuinely angry.

“Yes… yes!” Peter spluttered while casting a wary eye towards the audience.

“Then get on your fucking back, now!” she commanded. “I want to taste that cock properly before you fuck me with it. You’re going to eat my pussy, too!”

Peter laid down on the stage almost fearfully with his feet facing the audience. Ginny came and stood over him, with her feet either side of his ribcage. She paused to gaze at the faces of those clustered around the stage and was delighted to see their expressions of shock. They clearly hadn’t expected her to take charge like this and she assumed her language offended some of the more sensitive ones. Good.

“I’m going to suck this huge cock while he licks my cunt,” she announced to the audience. “Do you all want to watch me doing that?”

There were several cries of ‘yes!’ but generally the response was restrained. Judging that this mob wasn’t going to be very vocal, she decided to get on with it. She dropped to her knees and shuffled backward so her knees were now on either side of Peter’s head. His hands grasped her arse cheeks, guiding her back until she felt his tongue seeking entrance between the lips of her pussy. She pushed back until she was literally rubbing her cunt in his face. As she was now becoming quite wet, she was probably coating his face in her juices.

Turning her attention to his cock, she gripped it at the base of the shaft roughly in her left hand. Determined to make him regret ignoring her, Ginny ran her tongue up the length of his dick as hard as she could, before taking the head of it into her mouth and sucking. She then let slip out with an audible pop.

As she was now busy sucking cock, this gave Peter the opportunity to bring his mouth up to her pussy. He began to eagerly lick her, his tongue delving deep within her folds and drink her juices. In turn, she attacked his throbbing cock with an urgent fury. While her left hand pumped his shaft, her right hand massaged his balls and she even started to rub his arsehole with her finger. Her mouth was never still, however, and she licked and sucked him like her life depended on it. She could hear him groaning even as he ate her pussy and felt his legs tremble as she pleasured him.

Still, this wasn’t enough. Although she hated the thought of deep throating, she was taking as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. Her head bobbed furiously as she sucked, her mouth wrapped around his shaft and her lips leaving a glistening trail of saliva up and down his prick. With Peter ravaging her cunt with his mouth, she felt like she was losing control. Damn it, she needed this cock inside her… now!

Leaping to her feet, she turned and looked down at him. His face was indeed wet from her juices and he had a look in his eyes like a startled deer.

“Are you ready to shove that big, hard cock up me?” she demanded.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he gasped.

Slowly, she shuffled her feet back so she stood directly over his pulsating manhood, before dropping to her knees. She reached behind her and grasped his hot, throbbing cock in her hand. Carefully, she guided it to her dripping opening, letting the head gently rest between the lips of her pussy. Then, with agonising slowness she pushed down, letting Peter’s dick enter her. She couldn’t help but yell out in pleasure as she felt it inside her. She’d wanted this ever since they shot the blowjob scene together and she was going to make the most of it. Aware that the audience had a perfect view of his straining shaft slowly vanishing into her stretched cunt, she slowly rocked back and forth. Each time she moved she took a little more of his length inside her until she could stand it no more. She thrust down and took his entire shaft, right up to the balls. Her scream of ecstasy nearly shattered every glass in the place.

They began to fuck. This was no tender love-play, no gentle caress, this was hard, animalistic fucking. With Peter’s hands grasping her hips, she thrust down on him, her movements exaggerated so she so that only the head of his cock was in her at one moment, but all of his magnificent eight-inches were in her the next. Peter’s hand moved downwards and spread her arse cheeks, just so the audience would have a better view of Ginny taking cock.

“Fuck me, you big cocked bastard, fuck me!” she shrieked as he continued to ram himself into her.

“Change positions,” Peter growled, his face red from his exertions. Ginny thrust downwards one more time before she regretfully let his cock slide out her. She climbed to her feet, gasping for breath.

“What next?” she demanded. “Want to fuck me doggy style? Want to fuck me like a fucking animal?”

“Yes,” he managed to gasp, rising to his knees. “Get on your fucking hands and knees.”

With an arrogant swish of her hair, she did just that, before throwing him a challenging look from over her shoulder. Peter hurriedly position himself behind her before sinking his cock into her pussy again.

“Ooh, yes!” Ginny shouted gleefully. “That’s it! Fuck me hard, big boy. Ram your cock into me right up to the balls!”

Peter’s hips began to move like a steam train. He gripped her hips again as he frantically began to fuck her again. Ginny screamed and shouted, shrieking obscenities and bashing the floor with her fist. She came hard once, twice… hell, she couldn’t count the number of times she orgasmed. This definitely rated as the best fuck she’d ever had, even beating her times with Steve Cooper. Even better, the rich fatcats all were staring at them, open-mouthed, like they’d never seen such a carnal act before in their lives.

Gasping for breath, Peter halted. Ginny could tell he was nearly ready to cum, but she wasn’t finished taunting those rich fuckers in the audience.

“Lay on your back again,” she told him quietly. “Let’s bring this show to a climax.”

He nodded and gratefully flopped on his back. Ginny again stood over him, but this time facing the audience. She dropped down and laid on top of him, with her bum resting on his abdomen and her arms out behind her. His dick was inches away from her pussy.

“Do you want to see him stick that big cock up me again?” she shouted. “Do want to see it slide all the way up my cunt?”

“Fuck the little slut!” someone in the audience shouted.

“Hmm, what a fucking good idea,” Ginny cackled. Resting more of her weight onto Peter, she moved her right hand forward and using two fingers she pulled the lips of her pussy wide open, exposing her pink center to them all. She then reached out and grabbed the top of Peter’s cock, before pushing it into her. She heard him groan below her, but she just needed him to hold on a little longer.

“Do you like watching this?” she demanded, letting his cock slide a little further into. “Do you like watching girls like me getting fucked by huge dicks like this one?”

There was no response, but looking out, it seemed that every person out their had their eyes glued to what was happening between her legs. She let more of his shaft slide up into her before she started to rub her clit with her hand.

“Mmm, I bet you women are all jealous of me, aren’t you? I bet you’d all love to have this lovely big cock rammed up you, wouldn’t you? How about all you boys? Do you wish it was your dick in my wet cunt right now? I bet you do.”

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Peter whispered urgently.

“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” she called out to the mesmerised crowd. “I’m going to suck every last drop of spunk out of this cock and swallow it all. Mmm, lovely, creamy cock juice! I fucking love it.”

She let Peter’s cock slide out of her, noting that she’d never seen a penis that red and swollen before rolling off him. She knelt down, allowing him to shakily climb to his feet. Sweat was dripping down his muscular body and he had a wild look in his eyes.

“Cum all over me,” she commanded.

Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, his trembling hand wrapped around his angry cock. He pointed it at her face as she arrogantly looked up at him. When she judged the time was right, she opened her mouth and looked at him expectantly.

With a loud cry, Peter’s cock exploded. His first ejaculations were so powerful some of his cum shot straight over Ginny’s head, but his second blast caught her right in the face. He pumped his dick frantically while trying to get as much spunk in her mouth as possible. He whimpered as the last few drops dripped down onto her tongue before he turned and walked straight off the stage.

Ginny stood and faced the audience. Cum was dripping down her face and onto her tits. The only sound she could hear was heavy breathing. With an arrogant smirk, she used a finger to wipe up some of the cum that was running down her cheek. Holding her hand up high, she let the creamy goo drip into her open mouth. She continued to mop up every drop of spunk she could find and swallow it. Only then did she perform a sarcastic little curtsey before turning and walking off stage, wiggling her arse as she did so.

“Fucking hell! Talk about going off-script,” Sam moaned.

“Blame Peter,” Ginny replied flippantly and she dried her hair. “He was more interested in glaring at the audience than getting it on with me. It’s a blow to a girl’s ego to be ignored like that.”

“Ha! Sandler was always a bit of a socialist. I bet this mob pissed him right off,” Sam chuckled. “Even so, Jenny, that performance was something else. I’ve seen hundreds of these live sex shows and I’m never seen a girl totally command the stage like you did. I wish we’d have been filming it, ‘cos that performance was a masterpiece!”

“Thank you,” Ginny giggled. “I really got into it, I have to say. Poor Peter. I always seem to get him hot under the collar when we work together, don’t I?”

“I was standing fifty yards away at the back and he nearly bloody hit me when he came,” Sam revealed, grinning from ear to ear. “Buster had to help him to his dressing room. The poor bastard could barely walk. Anyway, are you nearly finished changing? I really don’t like this place and I want to get out sharpish.”

“Why, what’s the matter? I mean, most of the staff here have been arrogant arseholes but they haven’t tried any funny stuff, have they?”

“Not as yet, but I just get a weird vibe from some of those heavies that are skulking around. The quicker we’re out of here, the happier I’ll be.”

“Oh, well, I’m just about finished. I’ll just get my trainers on and I’m ready to go,” Ginny confirmed.

“Good. Actually, Buster and Peter should have been here by now. Blokes never take that long to wash up after a gig and I told them to meet us here,” Sam explained.

“Is Peter’s dressing room nearby? We could go to them?”

“Nah, you stay here and I’ll go and find them. Remember, don’t leave this room. We’ll come and get you, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Sam vanished out of the door of the bedroom that had been allocated as Ginny’s dressing room. When she’d seen it, Ginny had been delighted as the room was lavish and the ensuite bathroom opulent. When she thought about it, however, it was a little strange that the room Peter had been allocated was so far away.

Shaking her head, she decided that Peter’s hostility to the owners was making her unnecessarily nervous. Taking the time she’d been given, Ginny continued to dry her hair with the thick towel she’d been provided before combing it. Finally, she packed the last few items she had out into her bag and waited for Sam’s return. Pausing, she transferred one item from her bag to her jacket, almost as an afterthought. She was just stretching out on the impressively large bed when she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” she called out. Rather an answering, the door opened and one of the besuited goons that provided security at the mansion stuck his head in.

“Miss Johnson? Your manager is waiting for you down in the lobby. If you’d like to come with me, I’ll show you the way.”

One thing Ginny wasn’t was a fool. Her years in the house of snakes had given her a keen survival sense and, right at that moment, she sensed danger.

“Where is she?” Ginny demanded of the man.

“As I said, she’s in the lobby. She asked me to come and get you.”

Ginny pondered her options. The man was twice her size and, at that point, she had no hard evidence that he was lying to her. However, Sam had told her to stay in the room. Could she just refuse to leave? But what if something had happened to Sam and the others? What was her best option here?

“Okay,” she told the man warily, before picking up her bag and walking towards the door. The man opened the door wide for her before backing away to allow her to leave.

“This way,” he told her, indicating that she should head down the long corridor.

They walked in silence with Ginny’s mind racing. She was fairly sure they were walking away from the main entrance to the house, not towards it. They continued deeper and deeper into the bowels of the mansion until she was certain she was being played. Before she could do anything, however, the man suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder and pusher her through a nearby door. The sound of a key being turned in the lock could clearly be heard.

Ginny turned and saw that she was in another opulent bedroom but this one was already occupied. Three men stood in front of her, all middle-aged and none of them particularly attractive. The smallest man had a distinct paunch and was nearly bald. The second was taller and thinner, with grey streaks in his brown hair. The third man was taller still and had an air of authority to him. All of them wore dressing gowns and their bare legs suggested they had nothing on underneath.

“Ah, here she is,” the tallest one began. “The star of our show. Let me introduce myself. I’m Joseph Kohn, your employer this evening.”

“What’s this about? Where’s my manager?” Ginny snapped.

“Mind your temper,” Kohn scolded her. “You want to watch what your tone, young lady. Your manager is safe enough, as long as you cooperate.”

“Cooperate? Really? Oh, and I bet I can guess what you have in mind,” she spat.

“I paid a hell of a lot of money to what your performance tonight and I don’t think I got my money’s worth,” Kohn revealed. “How long were you on stage? What, half-an-hour, tops. For all the money I paid, that’s really not good enough.”

“Sorry, no refunds,” she growled.

The men laughed. “Cheeky little thing, isn’t she?” the fat one chuckled.

“I didn’t get where I am today by not getting my money’s worth,” Kohn continued, his tone distinctly frosty. “Plus, why should that hairy lout get to have all the fun, eh? No, Miss Johnson, you’re going to have to perform a little longer… for us.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then we’ll make you,” Kohn replied. “Oh, and don’t even think about running to the police afterward. The Chief Constable of the Surry Police is a personal friend of mine and, let’s face it, who would believe a dirty little whore like you, anyway?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Ginny spat.

“No, I rather think it will be you that we’ll be fucking,” Kohn retorted, pulling off his dressing gown and throwing it to the floor. He was indeed naked underneath and it wasn’t a pretty sight. His two companions both followed his action before starting to walk towards her.

Unbeknown to the three would-be rapists, Ginny had an ace up her sleeve, literally. With a flick of her arm, her wand slid into her hand and she pointed it at the advancing Kohn.

“Stupefy!” she cried and a bolt of red light struck the wealthy banker in the chest. He collapsed instantly. Without hesitation, she turned her wand on the other two men, stunning them both. The fat one just had time to gasp at her before he fell.

Taking a deep breath, Ginny tried to steady herself. She had just cast magic in front of three Muggles, but she didn’t think it would cause a problem. What were they going to do, go to the police? She could just imagine that conversation; ‘well, officer, me and my friends were just about to gang rape this porn star when she pulled out a magic wand and cast a spell at us. What? No, I haven’t been drinking’. Yeah, that would go down well. Besides, they had barely had time to realise what was happening. Maybe they would think she used a stun gun or something.

Deciding she’d worry about it later, she hurried over to the door which she found to be locked. One quick Alohmora spell fixed that and, moving as slowly and quietly as she could, she opened the door slightly so she could peer out. The security guard was still there but fortunately, he had his back to her. She poked out her wand a sent a stunning spell into his back.

Grabbing her bag, Ginny hurried out into the corridor and started to run back the way she’d been led. She had only the vaguest notion of where the exits were but she was totally prepared to fight her way out. As she ran past an adjoining passageway, she paused. She’d thought she heard the sound of raised voices and, now she listened carefully, she thought she recognised them. Deciding that this was her best chance, she abandoned her old route and headed down the corridor.

It proved to be a wise choice. The corridor turned sharply right, revealing a grand set of stairs. The raised voices were even louder now and were clearly coming from below. Ginny inched forward and peered down the stairs.

Below her was the main entrance hall, a grand affair with marble statues lining the walls. At the far side of the hall, she could clearly see the mansion’s main doors and, in front of them, stood Peter, Sam, and Buster. They were surrounded by eight security guards who seemed to be blocking them from getting back into the house.

“Where the fuck is she?” Ginny heard Sam scream. “If you don’t bring her here right now, I’m going to raise merry hell!”

“The young lady has accepted an invitation from Mr. Kohn to remain at the party,” one of the suited goons replied. “You three, however, are not welcome.”

“Fuck off,” Sam yelled back. “I want to hear that from her own lips!”

“You need to leave now,” the man insisted.

Ginny pondered her options. The goons’ attention was firmly on her three companions and none of them seemed to be interested in what was going on behind them. Unfortunately, with Sam and the others present, she couldn’t use her wand, but maybe she didn’t need to. She was small and nimble, if she could get down there without anyone noticing, there was a chance she could dart past the security men and be out the door before they could react.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly made her way down the stairs. She walked towards the group as quickly and quietly as she could, never hesitating and praying that none of them would choose that moment to look behind them.

When she was only a few feet away from the guards, Buster, who was right in her line of sight, noticed her. His eyes widened for a second but seemed to understand what she had planned and reacted appropriately.

“Bring the girl here,” he yelled and grabbed the nearest security guard by the arm, knocking him off balance. This widened the gap between him and his fellow guard, creating an opportunity that Ginny wasn’t going to miss. In a flash, she sprinted through the gap and leaped past Buster.

“What the hell!” the security guard who had been arguing with Sam yelled. “What’s she doing down here?”

“Your boss lost interest in me,” Ginny yelled. “He reckoned I was more trouble than I was worth and let me go.”

“You get back here,” he shouted and tried to lunge forward but was blocked by Peter.

“Pull back to the doorway,” Sam yelled, jumping back to where Ginny was standing. Peter and Buster immediately retreated and their presence was sufficient to block the doorway, at least for the moment.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Ginny repeated. “Kohn isn’t interested in me anymore. How do you think I got back down here?”

For a second, the lead guard hesitated. He looked back over his shoulder for a moment before he grabbed two of his comrades. “You two, go and check with the boss.”

“We’re walking out of here,” Sam bellowed. “I don’t care if you want to fucking check with your boss or not, we’re leaving.”

“You stay right where you are.”

“Fuck that,” Buster bellowed and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a flick knife and jabbed it at the nearest security guard who flinched. “I’ll slice up the first bastard who comes near us, got it? Sam, go get the car.”

Despite her size, Sam was off like a rocket, running towards the car park. The remaining guards eyed Buster warily, perhaps trying to decide if they could rush him. Peter kicked out at one guard who came too near, catching him with a painful blow to the knee. The other’s backed off for the second. It was a standoff.

The sound of screeching tires announced Sam had arrived. She pulled the car up right to the front doors before leaping out and opening all the doors.

“Get in!” she screamed.

Ginny was first to the car, taking a seat on the far side of the vehicle and slamming the door shut. Peter and Buster backed up slowly with the guards following them. Buster growled something at Sandler and he turned and threw himself into the backseat next to Ginny.

Buster made a few wild swipes at the approaching men before she turned and sprinted the last few steps to the car, diving into the front passenger seat. Sam had the car moving before he was even all the way in, raising a cloud of dust as the wheels spun on the gravel. They heard a few shouts coming from behind them, but the guards obviously realised that there was nothing they could do. The main gates of the estate were fortunately wide open and Sam gunned the car through them like a Formula One driver.

“Fucking hell,” Buster snarled. “Those fucking cunts!”

“Fucking bastards,” Peter yelled in agreement before he turned to Ginny. “Are you okay? What did they try to do to you?”

“Oh, Kohn and a couple of his mates tried to rape me,” she spat.

“How did you get away?” Sam demanded, her eyes fixed on the road.

“There was a pretty solid lamp on a table. I grabbed that and clonked them over the head with it,” she lied.

“Clever girl,” Buster praised her. “I hope you smashed their fucking skulls in.”

“I don’t think I hit them hard enough for that,” she replied, knowing full well that her stunning spells would only last for an hour or so.

“What are we going to do about this, Sam?” Peter demanded. “We can’t let that bastard get away with this.”

Sam thought for a moment. “I dunno, Peter. I’m not sure what we can do. I mean, they’re hardly going to take kindly to the idea that we were at Kohn’s house to perform a live sex show, are they? I bet that cunt has powerful contacts and all.”

“He said the Chief Constable was a personal friend of his,” Ginny agreed.

“See? If we go to the coppers we’ll be the one’s throw in prison, not him,” Sam told him. “Aside from that, there’s not a lot else we can do. You saw the number of thugs he could employ. We’re better off keeping our heads down and hoping Kohn doesn’t decide to make this a personal grudge.”

“So, that rich fucker gets away with it, just because he knows the right people,” Peter spat. “You know, this is why I hate this fucking country. They say we’re a classless society these days, but that’s just bollocks. It’s the same way that it’s always been; the rich can do whatever they like and the poor are treated like shit.”

“Fucking right,” Buster chipped in.

“I’m not arguing, but there’s a difference between being right and being smart,” Sam told him. “You start making a lot of noise about this and Kohn will arrange to have your legs broken, and that’s if you’re lucky. We keep quiet about this, got it?”

No one replied, but their silence could be taken as their agreement. Not for the first time, Ginny realised that there really wasn’t too much difference between the Muggle and the magical world. The likes of Lucius Malfoy and his idiot son would have fitted in here perfectly.

Now the adrenaline was fading, Ginny was starting to shake with anger and fear. It had been an afterthought to bring her wand, caused by Sam’s uncertainty about the gig. It just proved that her manager’s instincts were normally spot on.

Another thing it drove home to Ginny was how lucky she’d been so far. Both Lucy and Sam had told her horrific stories of things that had happened to girls in this business, but she’d been largely unaffected. Even her audition with Trevor Peacock had worked in her favour as the man had referred her on to Sam. Lucy had told her that less than one in twenty girls who ended up being fucked on his sofa ever even heard from him again. His recommendation that Sam take her on was an almost unheard of act of charity from the man.

It wasn’t only him, though. From that sleazy barman at the Belmont Hotel to that idiot Master Dick guy, all sorts unpleasant and presumptuous men hung around the fringes of this industry and all of them assumed that because she was a porn actress she would instantly fuck them. They were just the harmless ones, too. Several times on set she had been offered drugs and had numerous party invites from people she wouldn’t trust to tell her the time. Kohn was a prime example of that type of parasite and the longer she stayed in the porn industry, the more likely she was to fall prey to one of them.

Sam had been pretty clear in her warning: make as much money as fast as you can and then get out. Never had that advice seemed so good to her. True, for the most part, she’d genuinely enjoyed working in porn, but even six months into her career a lot of it was getting old, fast. For every Steve Cooper or Peter Sandler she performed with, there was another idiot with a big dick and barely two brain cells to rub together who thought they were God’s gift to women. She was starting to get sick of it.

As she watched the Surry countryside rolling by, Ginny decided that she needed to get out of porn sooner rather than later. Her secret building society account was building up nicely, but she still had no clear idea what else she could do. Of course, the next time she ventured into the labour market she would be armed with a fake ID and a permanent address to give. That would make the world of difference.

Starting tomorrow, she vowed, she would quietly start looking for a more respectable career. In the meantime, she would try to accumulate as much cash as she could to provide her with a nice little nest egg to tied her over. A change of jobs would probably mean she would have to move out of the flat and she wanted to make sure she would never end up on the streets again. She already had accumulated a tidy sum in such a short time, but she could really do with another couple of really good paydays, and Ginny had an idea of how she could get them.

Resolutely, she decided she would talk to Sam in the morning.
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