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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
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than a filthy imagination. Seriously, I do not own Harry Potter. No money is made from this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 8 – Liars and Thieves

AN
Sorry for the slight delay in posting this chapter caused, partly, by the whole of the country I live in (Great Britain) going stark, staring insane. We’re even losing in the cricket to Australia. Oh, woe is me!

It was, perhaps, a measure of how well thought of Ginny was by Warren’s crew that when a cry for help came from an ex-member of the team that they thought to bring the problem to her.
Shortly after she finished her last shoot at the Muggle school, Warren’s First Assistant, Tim Parker, introduced an old friend of his to Ginny named Joel Silver. Joel had left Warren’s employment to start his own production team although he still worked mostly in the porn industry. Lately, he had been put in charge of producing an online news and reviews program dedicated to sex films. It features reviews of new releases and conducted interviews with famous porn stars. Having heard that Jenny Johnson was going to be interviewed shortly and knowing her connections to Warren’s team, he’d come seeking help.
The presenter of the popular show was called Zara Hollywood (not her real name, obviously) and, according to Joel, was the quite the most appalling person he’d ever had to work for. Despite claiming to have been a successful porn actress previously, Joel revealed she had never done any work in that field, at all, and had gotten the job previously thanks to her sugar daddy who was a senior executive at the large distribution company that owned the production firm outright. Zara routinely boasted of her previous (none existent) career, crassly flirted with the porn stars she interviewed and treated the crew like dirt. With most of his colleagues on the verge of refusing to work with her again, Joel had decided that Miss Hollywood needed to be taken down a peg or two. Strangely irritated that someone should claim to be a porn veteran while not having paid her dues, Ginny immediately agreed to help.
Previously, she hadn’t thought twice about the interview that Sam had arranged for her but now she put some consideration into the event, even consulting Harry on how best to approach it. Harry had suggested that the woman should be made to back up her claim to have worked in porn previously and that gave Ginny an idea. She enlisted some help from a few of her friends and made her preparations.
It had been arranged for Ginny to be interviewed at Warren’s studio which suited her perfectly. She was deliberately late for the interview, asking one of the crew to apologise on her behalf saying that she was just finishing up from a job (which was a lie) and using that as an excuse to meet Zara wearing a dressing gown.
Zara Hollywood proved to be a reasonably attractive blond with an admittedly impressive figure. She dressed in a sluty manner, with tight ripped jeans and a low cut t-shirt, with lots of make-up and thick, bright red lipstick. The woman certainly would have passed for an ex-porn star.
“Jenny, so pleased to meet you,” Zara drawled in a ridiculous, put-on accent. “Have you just come from a shoot? Do you need a few minutes to change?”
“Nah, let’s do it like this,” Ginny replied. “I can always flash the camera dressed like this, after all.”
“Super! It always boosts the ratings if the interviewee is prepared to show a little flesh. Did you get a copy of the list of questions I will be asking?”
“Yeah, I did,” Ginny confirmed, secretly thinking that Zara’s abilities as an interviewer were severely limited, such was the boring and unimaginative questions she had posed. ‘Do you enjoy sex’ being one of the little gems the blond had come up with.
“Great. Well, if you’re ready, let's crack on. My darling boyfriend is taking me to a very exclusive French restaurant this evening and I have to go home and get ready. There’s a six-month waiting list for this place, you know.”
“Really? Lucky you,” Ginny mumbled, distinctly unimpressed. When you’d regularly eaten her mother’s cooking, fancy, stuck-up restaurants held no interest.
Ginny was guided to an open area of the film studio where two chairs had been placed. It had been suggested they do it this way to reinforce the idea that she’d just finished a shoot and give the viewers a true ‘behind the scenes’ glimpse into the world of porn. If Ginny’s plan came off, they would be getting more than a glimpse.
Once they were seated and everything was ready, Joel called out ‘action’ and Zara turned to Ginny with a fake smile plastered to her face. She held a microphone that was as fake as her expression as the crew was using a boom mike to record them. Hollywood, apparently, could never be trusted to actually keep the hand mike pointed in the right direction.
“Hello, viewers of ‘Porn World’ and welcome to the show. Today, I’m lucky enough to be interviewing one of the hottest new talents to break onto the scene in recent years, the beautiful Jenny Johnson. Hello, Jenny.”
“Hi, Zara, and thanks for inviting me.”
“Our pleasure. Can I first say, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’ve watched your films and it got me so horny. I wish I was still appearing in porn just so I could work with you.”
“You could always make a comeback,” Ginny suggested mildly.
“Sadly, I’m much too busy, I’m afraid. I really do have too much going on, unfortunately,” Zara announced. “So, tell me, Jenny, how did you get into porn?”
“Much the same way most other girls, I expect. I did an audition which brought me to the attention of my current manager, who arranged my first gigs. I was lucky that she eased me into the business. It probably would have been a bit much getting gangbanged on my first shoot.”
“Sure! Tell me, Jenny, do you enjoy sex?”
This was the question Ginny had been waiting for and she was glad Zara had brought it up so early.
“Of course!” she exclaimed brightly. “I know the money is very important but I doubt any girl would do this stuff unless she actually enjoyed it. I do porn because I love getting fucked by big, handsome studs with huge cocks. Didn’t you feel the same way when you did porn?”
“Oh, yes! Naturally, I love sex!”
“Don’t you feel a bit frustrated now you’ve stopped?” she pressed. “I mean, I don’t work half as much as some girls, but I still get fucked four or five times a week. I’d be pulling my hair out if I didn’t get that much cock on a regular basis.”
She’d been warned by Joel that Zara liked to boast and often tried to outdo her interviewees. It was to that sense of arrogance that Ginny was hoping to stoke.
“Ha! You’re a girl after my own heart,” Zara said breezily. “I was getting banged every day when I worked, sometimes several times, but you can have too much of a good thing and now I have other interests.”
“Really? It sounds like you’re getting old and boring, Zara!”
Ginny could clearly see the look of anger that flashed across the blonde’s face, if only for a second. It was replaced by a more calculating look, and Ginny was sure she could guess what was coming next.
“I understand you’ve just come from a shoot which explains why you’re still in your dressing gown. Is that right?”
“Yes, it was a pretty straightforward boy/girl shoot, though. I tend to like something a bit more adventurous.”
“You have such a great body,” Zara purred, ignoring Ginny’s comments. “Would you give all your loyal fans a quick look at those fantastic tits?”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“What?”
This was what Ginny had been waiting for. She’d been intent on backing the blonde bimbo into a corner where she either had to flash a little flesh or admit she was a fake. Not giving Zara a moment to think, Ginny pressed home her attack.
“Yeah, come on! You look like you have a sensation pair of knockers. Why don’t we conduct the rest of this interview topless? That would be a real treat for all your loyal viewers.”
“I don’t think…” Zara began, her eyes a little wide with panic.
“Yeah, come on!”
Ginny leaped from her chair and grabbed the hem of Hollywood’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head before the woman had a chance to react. Zara tried to keep hold of her microphone while desperately making a grab for her garment with her left hand. Ginny was too quick, however, and managed to wrestle the top away from her. The top was bundled into a ball and sent flying off to one side, well away from where they were seated.
“Ooh, nice,” Ginny murmured, admiring Zara’s bra-clad breasts which, it had to be said, were impressive. The interview, for her part, turned bright red and tried to cover herself with her arms. “Oh, come on, don’t be shy. An experienced porn star like you shouldn’t be afraid of showing a little flesh now, should you?”
With lightning speed, Ginny darted behind the girl and had her the clasp on her bra undone in one fluid motion. She then leaned in and whispered in the girl’s ear.
“Come on, Hollywood. If you’re scared to flash your tits, everyone will realise you’ve never done porn in your life. Play along or else!”
With a seductive smile on her lips, Ginny slowly slid the straps of Zara’s bra off the girl’s shoulders before pulling the garment away with a decisive tug. Hollywood was clearly too confused to react clearly. She was still trying to cover her chest with her arms but the startled look on her face suggested she realised that she was about to be exposed as a fake unless she really did expose herself. Reluctantly, she placed her hands in lap, although she still tried not to face directly towards the camera.
“Wow! What great tits!” Ginny exclaimed, somewhat truthfully. “I guess I’m a bit overdressed now, aren’t I?”
Showing no reluctance, at all, she undid the belt on her dressing gown and let the garment slide offer body. She stood there wearing only a skimpy pair of knickers. This, however, was just the start. Ginny slid her arm around Zara’s shoulders and pulled her to face the camera.
“What do you say, boys?” she called out to the crew. “Are we a hot pair of babes, or what?”
The crew was only too happy to shout out their agreement. In fact, several of them yelled out their desire to see more.
“What do you think, Zara?” Ginny asked casually. “How about we do this interview naked? I bet you’ve never done that before!”
“No, I…” Zara began, but it was too late. Ginny had bent down and undone the belt to the woman’s jeans before she had a chance to react. Zara was completely shocked by all this and clearly had no idea how to react. To add to this, although Ginny was much smaller than the blonde, she was much stronger. Before Hollywood could decide what to do, she had been pulled to her feet and her jeans had been pulled down and were gathered around ankles. Unfortunately for the woman, Ginny had also managed to pull her panties down at the same time, too.
“Agh!” Zara screamed and immediately placed her hands over her exposed crotch. This did mean that her breasts were now fully uncovered, but as she still tried to foolishly hold onto her mike, she wasn’t able to cover all her nakedness.
With more forcefulness than was strictly necessary, Ginny slid her arm around the blonde’s waist and pulled her close. This had the joint effect of preventing Zara from trying to pull up her jeans and also made sure she was facing the camera.
“I bet your viewers are especially enjoying this episode, eh?” Ginny chortled. “Oh, but I’ve still got my knickers on, haven’t I? Guess I have to lose those, too.”
Quick as she could, she let go of Zara and yanked her panties down, kicking them off to the side. She then immediately dropped to her knees and pulled off Hollywood’s right shoe, causing the woman to grab her stool to stop from falling over. This then allowed Ginny to pull the girl’s jeans over her foot. The blonde definitely couldn’t get them back on easily now. Leaning the garment tangled around Zara’s other foot, Ginny leaped to her feet and once again wrapped her arm around the interviewer.
“Wow, you really are sexy,” Ginny told her, making sure to rub her breasts against the blonde’s arm. She then began to let her left hand caress the woman’s body, much to Zara’s obvious distress. So much for all that flirting, Ginny thought. Hollywood clearly had never had sex with another woman, judging by the panicky look in her eyes. “Aren’t you going to ask me another question?”
“Oh! Umm, yes,” Zara mumbled, trying to regain her composure. “So… umm… tell me about the… err… shoot you just did.”
“Nah, that was a bit boring,” Ginny replied dismissively. “I’m much more interested in the shoot I’m going to do this afternoon. I love having two men fuck me at the same time and I’ve got two of my favourite male performers scheduled to work with me; Peter Sandler and Dan Heighway. Have you heard of them?”
“Err, yes, I think I’ve interviewed Heighway,” Zara managed to blurt.
“Oh, then you must meet Peter, too! Boys, come out and introduce yourselves!”
From a small office nearby, Peter and Dan, who’d been waiting patiently for Ginny’s call, emerged. Of course, they were both bollock naked and sporting Viagra-enhanced erections. Both men had been happy to help Ginny with her plan but had voiced concern at would happen if things didn’t go as planned as neither of them wanted to nurse chemically induced bonners for nothing. After Ginny promised to fuck them both if the plan didn’t go as planned, they willingly agreed. They knew of Zara Hollywood and neither of them thought much of her.
Zara’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets as the men approached. Dan came and stood next to Ginny and wrapped his arm around her, while Peter did the same to Hollywood. Both of them made sure their throbbing dicks rubbed against the girl's naked thighs.
“This is Dan and Peter,” Ginny announced, removing her arm from around Zara and using her free hand to wrap around Dan’s straining cock. She gave it a tentative stroke of her hand. “Aren’t they a pair of gorgeous, big-cocked, hunks?”
“I, err… oh, God…” Zara blurted, sounding close to complete meltdown. Peter had started to run his hands over her body and place gentle kissed on the side of her head. She flinched as he cupped one of her large breasts.
“Hey, I’ve got a great idea!” Ginny cried, grabbing the discarded chairs and turning them so the backs faced both her and Zara. She then bent forward and grabbed the back of the chair with her legs slightly apart. “Why don’t we do the interview while being fucked? I bet no one has ever done that before.”
“What!” Zara screeched, but it was too late. Peter guided her has to the back of her chair and bent her forward. With practiced ease, he bent his legs and guided his big cock into Hollywood’s exposed cunt. “Oh my God! He’s in me!”
“Yeah, feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Ginny cooed. “Peter had had me loads of times, so I know from experience how great his dick feels in my pussy. Speaking of, Dan, don’t you think you should be inside me by now?”
“Of course, Jenny,” Dan agreed with a wide grin on his face. A second later, Ginny felt his long dick slide into her willing pussy.
“Oh, yes! That’s it! Now, fuck us both good, boys! Zara, what’s your next question?”
As Dan began to forcefully thrust himself into her, Ginny looked over and saw Zara was in no condition to continue the interview. The blonde was gripping the back of the chair like her life depended on it and making high-pitched squeals every time Peter rammed his dick into her. Still, she wasn’t exactly trying to stop the man from fucking her, Ginny noted.
Pretty soon, Ginny stopped caring about what was happening to her supposed interviewer as Dan continued to fuck her hard. One of his rough hands began to fondle her left breast, his fingers rubbing her already-stiff nipple.
“Fuck me!” Ginny begged as the camera crew scrambled round to get the best shot. She noticed they were concentrating on Zara, but that was the whole point of this. Peter wasn’t showing any mercy and by now Hollywood was practically screaming her head off. Sandler looked like he was enjoying himself, too, and his eyes were closed as he pumped the girl hard.
“Change position,” Dan cried and suddenly withdrew from Ginny. In a haze, she realised that a good five minutes must have passed since the boys had started to fuck them but she’d been enjoying it so much she’d lost all sense of time. Dan sat himself down on the chair and gripped his throbbing cock firmly in his hand. Eagerly, Ginny straddled him whilst facing away from him, before lowering herself down. His dick slid into her wet pussy easily and she began to thrust down, desperate to take as much of his length into her as possible.
A quick glance to her right showed that Peter was also seated on the chair, with Zara on top of him, although she was facing him. They’d been worried beforehand that Hollywood would start screaming rape or something once they sprang their surprise, but the woman seemed to be genuinely starting to get into it. She gripped Peter’s shoulders as her sharply arse bounced up and down furiously. Peter had his hands around her tits and was roughly sucking the woman’s nipples. Both of them looked like they were well up for it.
Seeing everything had gone to plan, Ginny just concentrated on enjoying herself. With her right hand, she began to rub her clit as Dan’s impressively long dick was rammed into her squelching cunt again and again. A powerful orgasm didn’t take long to arrive and she cried out in pleasure as it ripped through her body. Damn, what a great way to make a living!
Movement caught her eye and she saw Peter clambering to his feet with Zara still wrapped around him. He turned and deposited her in the chair with surprising tenderness, before standing over her and starting to wank furiously. Dan must have also seen what was happening and signalled for her to stand and swap position with him.
Soon, both men stood over their respective partners, their hands a blur as they stroked their swollen dicks. With a strangled cry, Peter let loose, sending a jet of spunk over Hollywood’s tits while the woman looked on, wide-eyed and panting. Dan took only slightly longer, shooting his load over Ginny’s chest which she immediately began to massage over her tits while moaning in pleasure.
When both men had finished emptying themselves, Ginny rose to her feet and hurried over to where Zara continued to sit, staring at her cum-soaked chest in shock. Ginny slipped her arm around the blonde’s shoulders and got in close to her.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed watching that, Porn World viewers!” she said, addressing the camera. “Sorry we didn’t get many questions answered, but I bet you don’t mind too much, eh? I’ve had a great time, how about you, Zara?”
“Ugh, yeah,” the woman managed to mutter although she still looked in a daze.
“Bye, everyone!” Ginny cried as the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the girls’ spunk-drenched tits.
“And cut!” Joel yelled. “Great interview, Zara, definitely your best yet.”
Hollywood didn’t seem to hear him, though. Instead, she sat perfectly still with her eyes downcast, muttering to herself.
“Oh God, if Nigel sees this…”
Nigel, Ginny assumed, was the woman’s elderly sugar-daddy. When she’d explained her plan to Harry, he’d taken the liberty of looking up the man (he was always suspicious of elderly authority figures) and found a picture of him. Nigel Davenport was a fat, unattractive man in his sixties with a receding hairline and a look of arrogance plastered on his face. Frankly, even for the money, Ginny didn’t think it was worth having to shag that old bastard.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked the woman. “I know we kind of took things a bit far.”
Zara looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“If Nigel finds out about this, I’ll be out on my ear. I know he’s already shagging some nineteen-year-old whore from Denmark. If he hears that I’ve done this…”
For a second, Ginny felt a stab of guilt. Maybe they had taken things a bit far, although the satisfied looks on the faces of the crew said otherwise. While she was probably seeing her meal ticket vanishing, it was her own fault for her rotten behaviour.
“Come on. I’ll take you somewhere you can get cleaned up,” Peter told her helpfully, taking her gently by the arm and helping her up. The two of them vanished in the direction of the area reserved for actors.
“Will you actually use that footage?” Ginny asked Joel once they’d gone.
“Probably not, but it will be useful blackmail material if she starts getting snotty again.”
“Peter seemed quite taken with her, though,” Dan pointed out.
“Yeah, he did, didn’t he?” Ginny agreed. “By the way, thanks again for helping out.”
“No problem,” Dan replied, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Any time I get to fuck you, I’m happy.”
“Glad to be of service,” she giggled.
It is perhaps wasn’t too surprising when, several weeks later, Harry and Ginny were in central London doing some shopping when they ran into Zara again. She was accompanied, not by a fat, balding man in his sixties, but by Peter Sandler. The man rather sheepishly admitted that the two of them had hit it off and Zara had finally found the courage to dump her rather abusive sugar daddy. She had immediately moved into Peter’s flat where they had been living for the last week.
The change seemed to have done Zara the world of good, too. Her appearance was less sluttish and more natural. Her attitude seemed to have improved greatly, as well, and she even hugged Ginny and thanked her for indirectly getting her and Peter together. They parted with an invitation that they should all have dinner together sometime soon.
“Well, she wasn’t nearly as bad as you made out,” Harry noted after the new couple had left.
“She’s a changed woman,” Ginny told him. “Amazing what getting a decent shag can do for you, eh?”

Harry casually surveyed the office of Duncan Bannerman, the senior sales director of DBM Electronics Ltd. The office was as non-descript as the man himself, just another middle-aged bloke in a suit.
Currently, Harry was posing as a buyer for a major electrical goods producer who was there to invite DBM to tender for a large contract. Despite all the research he’d done for this, Harry was still struggling to come over authentically. Fortunately, he could make up for what he lacked in knowledge by sheer intimidation, coming over as a hard-arse who had been sent by his company to drive the best deal possible. Once Bannerman had come to this apparent conclusion, things seemed to go much more smoothly.
After some fierce battling over a non-existent contract and a provisional agreement being reached (which would, of course, fall through unexpectedly) Harry was able to turn the conversation to the area he was really interested in, although he had wanted to gauge the professionalism of the company.
Ever since he’d established that Draco Malfoy had somehow come into a major new income stream, Harry had secretly investigated the blonde, former Death Eater. Unfortunately, after subtly sounding-out his boss, Gawain Robards, he found that the Auror office had little interest in perusing the matter and even warned him about appearing to be unfairly prejudiced against the young Malfoy. This especially pissed Harry off, especially as he could have seen Draco holed up in Azkaban if he’d been a little more damning during the trials that took place after the fall of Voldemort. Frankly, Harry was getting very tired of all the bullshit he’d been putting up with since he’d joined the Aurors and this might be the final straw. Fine, if Robards wouldn’t look into it, he would.
Initially, Harry had assumed that Draco had somehow taken over various businesses and had them placed in Astoria Greengrass’s name. After some digging, he found this wasn’t the case. Apart from ownership of the Holyhead Harpies, the only thing registered in her name was a small potions business that had previously been in her father’s name. Those were the only things he could find within the wizarding world.
With any ex-Death Eater’s finances being closely monitored, Harry was left with the unlikely prospect that Draco’s new income was somehow being generated in the Muggle world. After picking Hermione’s brains, he contacted Companies House, using his Muggle Police contacts. A search revealed no business interested registered in Draco’s name, but after trying Astoria’s, he hit the motherlode. There were eight companies listing her as Director, ranging from a food distribution firm, an engineering company, and the electronics business Harry was currently sat in.
“Well, I’m glad that we’ve come to an agreement,” Harry told Bannerman as he leaned back in his chair.
“Indeed, Mr. Evans,” the man agreed, using Harry’s assumed alias. “I’ll look forward to hearing from your legal representatives.”
“Absolutely. By the way, while I’m here, would it be possible to meet your Managing Director? I’ve heard a lot about her but never actually met her in the flesh.”
“The Managing Director…” Bannerman repeated, a vacant expression suddenly appearing on his face. “She’s not here right now but I have her contact details I can give you.”
He stood and went to a filing cabinet, opening the middle draw. After what Harry thought was an exceptionally long time, Bannerman turned and offered him a single sheet of paper. Under the office lights, he noticed that the Muggle’s hand had an unusual, slightly reflective sheen to it.
“Just place that on the table,” Harry instructed him.
For a moment, Bannerman hesitated like he didn’t quite know what to do. He must have decided it was alright, though, as he then put the piece of paper down on the table in front of Harry. The next second, however, he crumpled to the floor as a Stunning spell hit him.
Harry stood and walked around the table to make sure Bannerman was out cold. He then cast a couple of Detection Spells on the piece of paper which confirmed what he had thought. It had a Confundus Charm on it. No doubt if he had touched it he would have forgotten he’d ever asked after DBM’s Managing Director. Bannerman was no doubt under an Imperius Curse and had been instructed to first put on a pair of see-through plastic gloves before handing the cursed paper to anyone who asked too many questions.
His suspicions confirmed, Harry put the sheet of paper back in the cabinet using the gloves Bannerman had been wearing, before he wiped the memory of the last few minutes from the man’s mind and then reviving him. He then explained to the confused man that he’d passed out and helped him back into his chair. After expressing false concern and being assured that the businessman was fine, he took his leave.
As he walked away, Harry considered what to do next. It was obvious now how Draco had taken control of those companies, by using Unforgivable Curses. No doubt all of the firms’ previous Managing Directors had willingly signed over ownership to Astoria Greengrass without even knowing what they were doing. If he exposed this, Draco and his fiancée would both be looking at either life in Azkaban or possibly execution.
Harry paused. The trouble with that was that not only had he been expressly told not to investigate Draco but it was also bound to attract a lot of attention from the Wizarding press. The last thing he wanted was to have people bringing up the name Harry Potter again and, by extension, his girlfriend. How long before some intrusive journalist discovered what Ginny did for a living now? No, it was a risk he couldn’t take.
No, he would have to take care of Draco himself.

“Okay, Warren, what’s the big secret?”
Ginny looked at her rotund director disapprovingly. Currently, she was dressed in a smart blouse, grey pencil skirt, and high heels. She was supposed to be a newsreader and they were about to shoot her first bukkake film, but Warren was being deliberately evasive about what they would be doing.
“Relax, my fiery angel, all will be revealed shortly,” Warren replied with a grin.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Warren’s just got something special lined up for your shoot today, that’s all,” Sam informed her.
“Something special? This is just a bukkake film, right? I’ve seen loads of these things. I just pretend to read the news while a load of blokes wank all over me. Perhaps one of them comes up behind me and starts to fuck me, right? What’s so special about that?”
“Ah, perhaps you should wait and see. Come with me,” Warren told her mysteriously.
With Sam grinning like a maniac, they led her out of the dressing room and towards the main set. Rather than continuing on, however, Warren turned and headed towards a room where they normally stored a lot of the heavy equipment when it wasn’t being used.
“Close your eyes,” Warren instructed as he grasped the handle of the door. “I guarantee you’re going to be surprised!”
Sighing loudly, Ginny did as she was told. She heard the door open and a pair of hands gently guided her forward. She thought about peeking but clearly, her director had obviously gone to some effort and she didn’t want to spoil it for him. She allowed herself to be led forward without protest.
“Okay, you can open your eyes,” Warren instructed.
Ginny did… and gasped.
The room was packed with naked men. Literally… packed. The room was pretty large and wherever she looked she saw bare flesh. The men were a pretty mixed bunch: some young, some middle-aged, even a few with grey hair. They were a variety of shapes and sizes with some of them clearly buff enough to do porn and others somewhat overweight. But all of them were bollock naked. She had never seen so many cocks in her life!
“Bloody hell,” she exclaimed. “How many blokes are there?”
“Ah, I’ll leave that fact a secret for the moment, but let’s just hope you’ve brought plenty of shampoo with you, my dear, because you’re going to be covered in an awful lot of cum today.”
“You’re not kidding! Wait a minute! I can even see some of the crew here!”
“Yes, it was pretty much all hands to the pump,” Warren admitted. “It’s only fair. Most of the crew have had to nurse stiffies while watching you perform, so you can’t begrudge them having a little wank over you now.”
“Fucking hell,” she breathed. “All these blokes are going to masturbate over me?”
“Well, some of them are going to fuck you, too,” Sam explained helpfully.
“What do you mean, some of them?” she demanded. “I’ve never seen a bukkake movie where the girl got fucked more than once.”
“Yes, but you’re a bit more capable than those tiny Japanese girls, aren’t you?” Sam pointed out.
“Indeed. The room is divided into ‘wankers’ and ‘fuckers’. I won’t tell you how many of each there are,” Warren chuckled.
“Yeah, well, they all look like wankers to me,” Ginny exclaimed, noting that many of the men already had their cocks in their hands.
“You’re not wrong,” Sam laughed.
“So, basically what you’re saying is that I’m going to be in for a very long day.”
“Come on, babe, when have you ever been satisfied just taking one cock?” Sam pointed out. “Well, today you’re going to have more dicks then you know what to do with!”
“Okay everyone,” Warren called out. “We’re nearly ready to start. You’ve all been assigned a number and been told whether you’re a fucker or a wanker. Those with low numbers need to start getting themselves hard pretty soon and there are plenty of porn mags littered around the place to help you. Just don’t overdo it and cum too early, okay? We want every drop of jizz to be shot all over our lovely Miss Johnson here. Any questions?”
“Umm, yes,” a tall, skinny, young man called out. “Will we have time to get Miss Johnson’s autograph?”
“My autograph?” Ginny muttered. “Why would they want that?”
“Ah, well, ten of our wankers are actually members of your fan club who won a competition,” Warren explained.
“I have a fan club? Since when?”
“That was actually my doing,” Sam admitted. “When you quit doing porn, I got a load of letters from people asking why they couldn’t get your DVD’s anymore and asking why you’d stopped working. I kept the letters and, once you started getting shagged for a living again, I compiled a newsletter and sent it out to every address I had. From there it was logical to start up a fan club and your last couple of releases actually have the website details of it on their covers. For a small membership fee, they get signed photos of you, a newsletter detailing all your new releases, and exclusive unseen footage of you on-line.”
“How come I know nothing about this?” Ginny demanded.
“Must have slipped my mind,” Sam told her with a ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ expression on her face.
“We will need another ten minutes or so to finish setting up,” Warren allowed. “Well, Jenny, are you happy to sign a few autographs?”
“I guess so,” she agreed. It was lucky she had practiced a fake signature when she’d opened up a bank account in the name of her pornstar alter ego.
“Okay, Jenny will sign stuff for the next ten minutes, so form an orderly queue,” Sam called out, “and before any of you lot ask, no, she won’t be signing any of your private parts or anywhere else that will be visible on camera.”
There was a mad scramble as at least twenty of the men ran to their bags which were shoved up against the walls out of the way. The skinny young man was first back, clutching a piece of paper with a hopeful expression on his face. Sam handed Ginny a felt-tip pen with a smug look on her face. With a shake of her head, Ginny took the paper from the man.
“Who shall I make this out to?” she asked.
“David, please,” he replied eagerly. “I’m your biggest fan, Miss Johnson, I really am! I’ve got all your films.”
With a grin, Ginny looked down at the man’s cock which dangled in a semi-erect state between his legs.
“Are you going to be one of the wankers?” she asked, barely able to stop herself giggling.
“Yes,” David admitted sheepishly.
“Well, I want a nice big load from you, okay? I want you to give me everything you’ve got.”
“I don’t think there’s any danger of that not happening,” he admitted, accepting his autograph and noticeably stiffening at her attention.
“Next,” Sam called out.
As the next man shuffled forward, Ginny could only smile. She had a line of stark-naked men lining up for her autograph, all of whom would shortly be masturbating all over her. Only in the world of porn, she thought, only in the world of porn!
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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley