Chapter 45

Harry was rather satisfied as he watched the sandy-haired witch to climb on his lap with little hesitation, no doubt encouraged by the rather salacious double private that was going on just a couple of feet away, one of the strippers on Sirius' lap, already topless, while the other turned her back, allowing Sirius to get rid of her bra.

It was always easier to convince someone by showing them something worse, and the naughty dance of the strippers apparently qualified for Penny's sensibilities. She did very little to complain as she climbed on Harry's lap, giving him a delicious glimpse of her tits in the process. She was beautiful, while not as perfect as Fleur or Lavender —as very few girls were— she possessed a unique charm, which, combined with her identity, quick to push Harry into the full mast.

Penny tried to ignore the presence under her, but she was clearly getting uncomfortable after feeling his readiness. Unfortunately, she was also smart enough to realize that her bosses wouldn't have appreciated her annoying a customer by immediately pulling back. She shifted in her new fleshy seat, causing her skirt to pull higher up her thigh enough to give him a glimpse of her panties. Surprisingly, they were skimpier than he expected, black, lack, and mostly transparent. In other words, a perfect fit for her costume.

"Did you pick your own panties?" Harry asked curiously as he put his hands on her hips, using the question as a distraction.

Her blush was, as expected, spectacularly thick, obvious even in the poor lighting of the strip club. "It comes with the costume," she said, somehow managing to avoid stammering as she started grinding her hips, trying to copy the actions of her fellow workers. And to Harry's interest, she also forgot to warn him about not touching her for a while. She moved through the same simple move set repeatedly, her eyes closed as if it would help her to hide from her shame.

Soon, her legs parted readily, once again riding her already short skirt up, displaying her panties to Harry once again, which also displayed her growing wetness. She might be shy, but her body was reacting to the unfamiliar sensation, a body that was no doubt starved for male attention after dating Percy for years.

That went on for a while, and she slowly got used to dancing. Harry decided to push the envelope a bit, slipping his hands under her skirt to cup her insufficiently-covered ass. "Harry!" she gasped in shock, her cry easily suppressed by the loud music of the club. "You can't touch, it's not allowed!"

"Really," Harry said as he pointed to the side, where Sirius was busy motorboating one of the strippers. "Should I do that instead?" he asked.

Against a live example, her argument easily crumbled. She was clearly unwilling to admit her defeat, but the circumstances weren't really encouraging good decision-making. After a brief pause, she nodded obediently, accepting his touch.

Harry didn't waste a second before starting to make her really regret that decision, squeezing her ass hard, treating himself to the great sensation. She grumbled in dissatisfaction, but her body was more honest, her nipples finally hardening enough to push through her bra and her costume, visibly in front of him.

Harry shifted one of his hands on her thigh before speaking once more. "So, how do you like working as a waitress in such a … unique establishment," he asked lazily even as he caressed her inner thigh, dangerously close to her wetness.

She tried to act nonchalant as she answered. "Not bad," she whispered.

"How do you handle the cold?" Harry asked, and Penny looked confused, until Harry used his fingers to caress her nipple over her clothes. "Since they are this hard, I assumed you were feeling chilly," Harry said, his smirk widening. "Is there another reason for it?"

"N-no," she stammered quickly. "Of course not, it's just chilly in here."

"I see," Harry said, immediately bringing his other hand to join, and cupped her tits. "Then, as a friend, it's my duty to help you keep warm."

The expression of shock on Penny's face was brilliant, but she was too distracted by his blatantly absurd statement to try to change his mind. At first, at least, then, his hands were once again buried too depth to be pried away. And from her resigned expression, Penny knew that too.

"Cheer up," Harry whispered as he pulled his hand away momentarily to stuff a fifty-pound note to her bra —and using the opportunity to forcefully break a button, which didn't think much effort as the costume was designed for easy wardrobe accidents—which mollified Penny somewhat despite her losing control. After all, fifty pounds usually enough to buy a fully-nude lap dance, making it a very generous tip for a glimpse.

She continued her dance a bit more hesitantly at first, but that changed when Harry pulled waved another fifty, this time slipping it inside her panties under her costume. The generous tips galvanized her hips, and she started to grin quicker, her eyes once again closing down as she imagined herself away. With his legimency, Harry could easily see her shame and her desire for a decent income battling, but after years of unemployment, the latter won rather easily, without even a mental push to encourage her. Apparently, he found her just at the right time, as a couple of weeks later, she probably started stripping without even his accidental discovery.

It was hard to resist the call of the money every single day, especially when every single coworker of her subtly pushed her to it…

When the song finally ended, Sirius spoke once more. "We're going for a little walk, pup," Sirius said as two strippers who wore nothing but their thongs and boots, dragged him toward a private room, no doubt intending to take every last banknote Harry and Sirius had on them. It was a subtle trick, one that would have hurt their budget significantly if making muggle money was any more difficult than snapping his fingers for Harry.

Wizards and witches were truly idiots, failing to leverage the muggle underworld for some quick cash without triggering any safety feature. Like Penny, who, despite all of her book smarts, was inches away from stripping naked for some cash…

When Penny watched the others leave and leave them alone at the concealed table, she started fidgeting, no doubt feeling insecure without her fellow workers. She tried to get away from his lap, but his grip didn't allow her to leave. "Come on, Penny," Harry whispered as he pulled four more fifty-pound notes, and slipping them in her bra, and using the opportunity to break two more buttons, turning her cleavage into a true delicacy. "Think just how much your life will get easier with some extra cash…"

Penny froze for a moment, but it was obvious that her decisiveness was losing the last bit of steam it possessed, stalling halfway. "Okay," she murmured obediently as her hips restarted their dance.

"Excellent," Harry said as he caressed her back, though Penny was too late to notice his ulterior aim, gasping only when he pulled her bra away, finally earning a glimpse of her naked tits.

"Harry!" she gasped as she used her arms to cover her chest, while Harry once again slipped his hands under her skirt, but this time, cupping her ass under her panties as well. "T-that's too much."

"Come on," Harry said dismissively as he pleased himself by mauling her naked ass. "You can't seriously think you can make a thousand pounds without giving a glimpse of her beautiful skin."

That stalled her arguments, her arms loosening enough to give another glimpse of her breasts. "A thousand," she repeated in shock.

"Of course," Harry said. "As long as you keep me happy…"

Penny was shocked enough to forget asking the exact requirements of his happiness, and started grinding her hips once more, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

Harry maintained the present equilibrium for a minute while Penny repeated her simple lap dance moves, though he was squeezing her ass harder and harder. So much that when he shifted one of his hands to her naked breasts that dangled with each push, she let out a relaxed gasp. Surrendering step by step, she had conveniently forgotten her earlier resolution of staying fully dressed.

He was feeling enthusiastic about testing her limits, to see just how many of those limits he could make her forget as the night progressed without relying on his magic.

So, Penny continued her dance, unaware of the significance of her own bodily reaction. She was wet enough to stain his lap. Harry decided it was the perfect time to push forward, and used two more banknotes as a distraction with one hand, while used the other to slip inside her panties. It wasn't the first time he violated those borders, but it was the first time he did it from the front.

His touch barely lasted a second, but it was enough to make her moan loudly. "Is there a problem," he asked mockingly, only for Penny to shake her head negatively. "Excellent," Harry said as he lowered his head between her naked breasts, motorboating mercilessly. And just to underline his own shamelessness, when he pulled back, he smiled at her innocently. "That's okay, right?" he asked. "Because your friends were doing that here."

Penny's response should have been sharp and immediate, informing him that he was pushing too much, but she was still distracted by her own arousal, so delayed the response too much. "Excellent," Harry said, taking her silence in lieu of an answer, and lowered his head down again. This time, rather than motorboating, he started kissing her tits.

Her shock was palpable, but she was too weak to push through her own pleasure to prevent him. She was struggling under the twin assault of an attractive income and a pleasure she had never felt before, all delivered through the promised savior of the Wizarding world. It would have been a miracle if she could have resisted.

When the song changed again, Penny didn't even bother trying to stop him, obediently accepting his kisses on her tits while he squeezed her ass repeatedly. Her movements slowly shed their mechanical nature, her primal desire slowly taking control of her body to add a surprisingly sensual angle.

For Harry, it was the sign he was waiting for. A subtle shift in his hands was all that was required to move to her front, once again staining his fingers with her wetness. Penny's eyes widened, but his skillful assault was more than enough to silence her through moans. She was getting more and more turned on. Toward the end of the song, she was fully into it, to a point that she failed to notice when Harry finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants, lodging it between her plump thighs, even when it rubbed to her crotch through her thin and wet panties.

She finally noticed it when Harry finally ripped her panties off, rending them usable. "Harry!" she gasped in shock as she felt his cock against her bare pussy, panicking.

"Don't worry, I'll pay the deposit for the panties," he encouraged her even as he tightened his grip on her ass.

"Not that!" she exclaimed, her loud voice once again buried in the loud noise of the club. "Your - thing is out," she added, somehow failing to say his cock even as she felt against her naked pussy.

"My what?" Harry mocked even as he gripped her ass, making her move again. Interestingly, despite her apparent argument, she was more than ready to follow her lead, and her hips continued to dance, her pussy rubbing against her cock desperately. She was close to cumming, which was, apparently, enough for her to slow down her complaints…

"Your … thing," she murmured, and when Harry continued to grin mockingly, she forced herself to say it. "Your … cock," she whispered. "You can't reveal it."

"I didn't reveal it, it's still under quite a bit of clothing," he said. Technically, it was true, as her skirt was just enough to cover what was going on underneath with the assistance of her plump thighs. When Penny glared at him, he added. "You're saying you don't want it, even for another five hundred?" he added, intentionally giving a bit less than what he expected her to accept, wanting her to bargain.

Surprisingly, she wordlessly accepted his offer immediately, pushing her tits against his face as her hips continued their dance. Harry bit her tits while his fingers explored her naked ass repeatedly. Soon, she started climaxing. "Excellent," Harry said. "Now, go down and suck me until I cum as well."

She must have been experiencing a spectacular climax, as she didn't even hesitate before dismounting him and hiding under the table before wrapping her lips around his cock, her head bobbing surprisingly quickly. "Wow," Harry said, impressed with her abilities. "I didn't expect Percy to enjoy such deviant practices," he commented offhandedly. Then, he noticed the way she had flinched, which was not just from shame but also from guilt. "So, not Percy then," he commented. "Who?"

Her blush was so thick that Harry expected her to faint. She pulled his cock out, and whispered. "Another girl from Ravenclaw," she murmured shamefully. "And a toy… For a bet…"

"You're a woman of surprising tastes, Penny," Harry said surprisingly, happy to enjoy both her —technically— virgin lips and her excellent technique at the same time. "So what was the bet, and did you win?"

"It was to take all of it in," she murmured, looking down. "And I won."

"Excellent, then you shouldn't have a problem giving me a nice deepthroat," he offered even as he grabbed her head. She opened her mouth obediently, allowing him to push his thick cock into her mouth, stretching her lips to the limit as he tickled the back of her throat.

She managed to take it in her throat in a few repeats despite her gagging, showing the same determination that once earned her the illustrious position of the Head Girl, which was insanely ironic under the circumstances. Despite her distress, she was obviously enjoying it as much as he was, moaning contentedly, slowly wagging her ass, wet enough that her arousal dripping down the floor.

With her oral fixation, she clearly deserved her title.

The song changed again while Penny drooled all over his thick cock, saliva dribbling down her chin onto his balls. Penny was an unreal cocksucker. Percy was really missing a treasure. Harry felt that he was basically doing charity work, assisting Percy by keeping his girlfriend straying due to a lack of carnal satisfaction.

She pushed down repeatedly, her tits hitting his legs with every repeat, until he finally hit his limit. "Pull out," he ordered, just in time for his shaft to explode, covering her face with his seed, while she froze in shock, obediently taking it.

From the panic that popped on her face as she realized the lengths she had gone, Harry decided it was a nice time to stop for the day. He pulled her on his lap once more, passing her a napkin for her to clean her face. She did it silently, while Harry continued to stuff her costume with cash, far more than he had promised, which went a long way to mollify her shock. Still, Harry decided to call it a day. "Thanks for the amazing dance, Penelope," Harry said, intentionally using her full name.

Penelope nodded silently before she fixed her costume —as much as possible— before walking quickly toward backstage, leaving Harry alone.

Entertained sufficiently, Harry just leaned back, enjoying his quality scotch while he waited for Sirius to return —and doing another cash run in the process in the guise of going to the bathroom, and he managed to empty his pockets for Penny.

Sirius returned almost two hours later, exhausted, but with a big smile on his face. Harry made sure to tip the strippers that entertained him repeatedly in a room with a 'broken' camera generously, as they had earned their keep by helping Sirius handle his stress. Not to mention, he would definitely visit this place again to push Penelope some more, so a good impression would definitely help.

However, before leaving, he made sure to use Legimency on the manager, implanting the thought that Harry was a dangerous gangster, and she should make sure no one else would touch Penelope if she wanted to avoid Harry's wrath.

Why should he share his delicious Head Girl…