Chapter 2 Lavender's Interview 18+

Lavender Brown stood nervously in front of the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, her hands fidgeting restlessly at her sides. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

"Come in, Ms. Brown."

"Thank you, sir," Lavender says as she enters the spacious office of Harry Potter, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, the most prestigious magical school in Britain.

"Please have a seat," Harry says, not looking up from the papers on his desk.

"Yes, sir," Lavender utters, trying to keep her nervousness at bay. She nearly trips over her own feet as she makes her way to the chair in front of the large mahogany desk. She sits down, crosses her legs, and smooths out the wrinkles in her skirt as she awaits Harry's attention.

Still reviewing the papers on his desk, Harry finally addresses her. "Ms. Brown, I have been reviewing your..." He looks up, his eyes momentarily drawn to Lavender's legs, prominent by the hosiery she wore that day. He is lost in thought for a moment.

"I, uh, have reviewed your resume, and, well, you don't seem to be one of our more qualified candidates for the position of Divination Professor."

"Well, sir," Lavender purrs in reply, "while I may not have the credentials and recommendations others flaunt, I more than makeup for it with my intense passion, unwavering dedication, and my burning desire to secure the future."

"Intense, eh?" Harry pushes his chair back from the desk and stands up. He walks around the desk and sits on its edge. Despite being in his late 30s, he looks remarkably youthful.

He stands tall and commanding, his presence both authoritative and magically dominating. His hair, once unruly and jet-black, is now streaked, adding to his distinguished change. His emerald green eyes were still sharp and intense. She cannot deny that he is quite the man she prefers.

"What do you mean by 'burning desire,' Ms. Brown? Thinking too much? Because it takes more than a pretty face to get work done around here."

"Oh, more than that, sir. I am genuinely a happy person and eager to please. Very very eager to please." Lavender emphasizes "Eager" as she places her hand on his knee. Harry looks down, raises an eyebrow, and then looks back at her.

"What does this mean?"

"It means, sir, I will do anything—and I do mean anything—to keep my boss happy. I have no issue performing whatever task is needed."

"Ms. Brown, are you sure you want to do this?"

Her hand ascends his thigh, inching closer to his crotch. She rises from her chair and moves close enough to whisper in his ear. Her hand finds his growing bulge under his robes. "Would you like me to make you cum?"

"Ms. Brown, I am a—oh, bugger—married man." He tries to protest, but she is already unbuckling his belt. "Um, Ms. Brown..."

She whispers in his ear, "Call me Lavender, sir," before giving it a playful nibble.

As her hands unbutton his pants and fish out his cock from his boxers, his protest fades. "Lavender, we shouldn't..."

She puts her finger over his lips. "Shh. Just enjoy this."

She drops to her knees and slowly licks the underside of his penis. She kisses her way from just under the head to the base of his cock and back again. Lavender's tongue slowly circles the head, savoring the taste of his precum. He moans, "Oh fuck..."

She takes that as her cue and engulfs the head of his 8-inch prick in her mouth. With long, painfully slow strokes, she takes more and more of his shaft into her mouth and down her throat. After a few minutes of teasing, she begins to suck him in earnest, taking everything she can as deep as she can.

While one hand twirls up and down his shaft, matching the rhythm of her mouth, the other fondles his heavy balls. She can feel his breath becoming erratic. She takes his cock out of her mouth and begins rapidly jerking him off. Her tongue finds his nutsack. She carefully licks and sucks on his clean-shaven balls.

After several compliments on her technique, he warns her he is about to explode. She quickly puts him back in her mouth and sucks for all she's worth on the head of his cock. Her tongue twirls around the head.

She can feel the cum rising from his balls and erupting from his cock. She sucks and swallows all she can, but some escapes her lips and begins to run down her chin. He lets loose a string of profanity as he throws his head back and grabs the back of her head with his right hand. Spurt after spurt hits the back of her throat as this well-aged Adonis shoots everything he has into her greedy mouth.

Once his cock has finished its onslaught on her tonsils, she cleans up his now-shrinking cock. She looks up at him after it falls from her mouth and scoops the cum that escaped off her lips and chin. "Delicious. Thank you for the lunch, sir."

She tucks his delicious ding-dong back into his pants. He pushes her hands away as he buckles his belt.

"Well, I see what you mean, Ms. Brown... er, Lavender. You have definitely moved to the top of the pile. Tomorrow, there will be another interview after I have weeded out some of the candidates. It will be me and Ms. Granger, the deputy headmistress here. I don't know if you can work your magic on her the way you worked it on me, but..."

She cuts him off by rubbing her hand over his crotch and whispering in his ear, "You shouldn't underestimate me, sir. I can be VERY persuasive."

"Um, so yeah, right. Be back here, in the office next door; say 9 a.m. tomorrow. Ms. Granger likes punctuality, so I would recommend you not be late."

"Yes, sir." Lavender mockingly salutes as she gathers her resume from his desk. She turns to walk away, and he grabs her wrist. He pulls her against him. "Once you are done, come back to my office. I would like to speak with you again." He takes advantage of the opportunity and kisses her hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

They make out for a minute or so, giving him enough time to fondle her breasts through her top and raise her skirt to grope her ass. She reluctantly pushes him away.

"See you tomorrow, sir."

As she walks towards the door, she hears him take a deep breath and let out a deep sigh. As she exits the office, she hears him call over the intercom to his secretary, "Send in my next appointment."

She passes the next applicant for the job in the hallway, a middle-aged woman who has nothing on her.

"This job is as good as mine, and the benefits are going to be good too."

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