Working Girl | By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the harry Potter universe. I belings to JK Rowling and I make no money from this post. |
Pansy eased herself out of her tub. Her room was sparse but she didn’t need much. She was used to it by now. Her father had refused to join the Death Eaters during her seventh year and as a result both her parents were murdered. Pansy being at Hogwarts during that time had been the only thing that had kept her safe.
Now she had a different life. Her father was comfortable but they were not that rich. The remaining year at Hogwarts drained what was left of her parent’s accounts. Now she was on her own.
Pansy worked in a brothel in Knockturn Alley. She had an uncle that she had gone to, but the one time she met him he mentioned arranging a marriage with a family he wanted a connection to. Pansy would have none of that. She told him that she would make a living on her back before she would allow herself to be given away to some stranger. At least this way if she was going to have sex with strangers, she would be paid and she would be the one to benefit.
After three years of working, Pansy had to conclude that it wasn’t that bad. She had the right to refuse anyone or anything. And with about eighteen other girls here, if Pansy wouldn’t do something there was a good chance one of the girls would for the right money. It was almost like being back in the Slytherin dorms. Instead of studies and classes she had clients. During their down time the girls grouped around together like sisters.
There was nothing she liked better then the slumber parties they threw when they weren’t working or had no clients. Some of the girls enjoyed sex so much that they found a way to get paid for it. Some of the girls enjoyed being a service to others, whether it was comforting a widower who could stand being alone, or a young man out to lose his virginity. Some of the girls, she found out, had hard family lives or were molested. Like her they thought that if they had to do this, they would do it their way and get paid. The girls had a few cry fests as well, but Pansy had never felt more accepted in her life. They gave her a shoulder when she spoke of her parent’s death and her uncle’s coldness. She listened and they wiped each other’s tears as they spoke of horrors as well. It was comforting to know that they shared her views and feelings.
They were a family, to replace the ones they had each lost or left. The woman who ran the brothel, Helen, had had an equally hard life, and she didn’t turn anyone away. There were three girls who were barely of age but they worked in the kitchen and laundry. They were not seen by any customers, and kept safely hidden way while they worked and decided what they wanted to do. When the brothel itself closed, they joined the other girls and were treated just the same.
This night, as the tub vanished now that she didn’t need it, Pansy thought of the bachelor party that was coming in. While the girls were being paid to help the men celebrate, serving them would be up to each individual lady. Pansy had already decided to serve someone. She would be getting paid for being at the party regardless, but if she served then Helen told them the money would go right to them, without a house cut. Helen usually took thirty five percent from every client. It paid for their room, food, supplies, potions, anything they needed. The rest was theirs to keep. Two or three clients a night paid more than enough, especially when you were booked for a few hours at a time. She had also seen girls take on quick clients, and usually up to seven or eight a night.
She dressed in her little black dress and knee high boots. He heard the music start as she finished her make-up. She had never been one to use a lot of cosmetics but here, a little makeup meant a lot of business.
She walked downstairs and joined the other girls. Jesse made sure wine glasses and bottles were ready then retreated to her place in the kitchens. A few moments later several men showed up.
Pansy recognized him. It was Justin Filth Fletchy. A Hufflepuff. She knew a few of the men as well but said nothing. As the men began to celebrate, the dancing and joking started. A few of the men had already disappeared to rooms with different ladies.
Pansy glanced about for Helen to let her know the wine was low but she was busy at the door. Pansy knew that face well, everyone did. It was Ron Weasley. He handed over his cloak to Helen as she showed him where the party was.
He walked up to Justin and gave the man a hug. Pansy slowly made her way over.
“Sorry Harry couldn’t come. He sends his apologies but he couldn’t get away.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok, this is just for fun, nothing serious.” Justin assured him.
“Would you care for some wine?” Pansy asked holding a glass to Ron. His eyes flew open at the young woman standing before him.
“Pansy Parkinson?” She nodded and smiled. Justin looked at her again.
“I thought I knew you but I couldn’t place where.” She giggled at his need to explain.
“Well now, I hope you will join in the fun Mr. Weasley?”
“Ron please.” He said. He looked her over and shook his head at her dress but she noticed he had a large smile.
“Justin.” He looked off and back again, finding the voice that was calling him.
“My cousin.” He told Ron. “Enjoy yourself Ron.” He raised his eyebrows and gave a quick glance to Pansy before hurrying off.
“How did you end up here?” He asked taking a sip.
“It’s a long story and a very uninteresting story trust me. What have you been up to then?”
“I’m an Auror. He replied.
“Along side Harry Potter?” She said.
“Yes, we’ve just finished training.”
“How is it that you could get away and he couldn’t then?” She asked a little curious.
“He got cornered by Rita Skeeter. He didn’t want her following him here so he gave in and spoke to her.”
Pansy laughed. “So another interview is in the process.”
“No,” Ron laughed, “he’ll do the same thing he’s done the last 6 times he had to talk to her.”
“He’s talked to her six times and she written nothing. How does he get out of it?”
“He obliviates her.” Ron said with a grin. Pansy laughed out loud. Then looked closely at him.
“So Ron, you’re here to enjoy the party?” He kept his grin. “Is there a girl you see that can introduce you to?” He looked around the room. She was certain he would go for Lucy. She looked a little like Granger and everyone knew he had a thing for her.
“I didn’t plan on partaking in any of the girls here.” He admitted.
“Didn’t?” Pansy said with a smile. He smiled back.
“This is weird, you know.” He said looking away.
“Trust me Ron, I’m not one to get nervous and giggle. I’m far beyond that right now.” He looked at her again and with practiced eyes she saw how he looked at her body. “Would you like to go to my room Ron?” She spoke quietly. Her profession told her that nervous men responded well to frankness, not innuendo. But a low voice made it seem more acceptable.
His smile was gone, but he was thinking very hard. He was debating internally. This wasn’t a stranger, it was a girl he knew. She was a pro but still, he’d never been to a prostitute before. Could he go through with it?
“I don’t know Pansy.” He said.
“We don’t have to do anything. We can just have a drink in private and talk all night if you’re uncomfortable. As far as anything else, well we can discuss that later if you change your mind.”
“Either way you get paid for this part don’t you?” He said trying to joke. She knew that tactic well.
“Yes. How about chess? I love chess. We can play and talk.”
Ron gave a look around the room. Two more men had left to rooms, so it wouldn’t seem unusual. He looked back at her and gave her a small smile. She took his hand and walked him back to her room.
The rooms in the brothel acted like rooms of requirements. While not changing the room at all, it added what the gentlemen needed or wanted. Pansy’s plain room was there but when she opened the door, a chess table was placed next to the bed. The desk was cleared of her parchments and quills and instead had wine and a platter of bread, cheese and fruit. Her bedspread was not turned down. It was still undecided whether or not Ron wanted anything.
“Here we are.” She said.
“Yes, here we are.” He said as she shut the door.
A/N" this one is going to get dirty.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo