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Dance of Desire

Part 1

“Hurry up, mate!” Ron shouted through the house. 

Harry sighed and sprayed just a tiny bit of cologne on his chest. He was taking Ron to a magical gentlemen’s club in northern England. Ron and Hermione were going through some hard times, and Harry wanted to cheer him up. While they were still married, Hermione was living in their house, and Ron was forced to stay at the Burrow. Harry wasn’t sure if they would ever be able to work out their problems. The pair were so different, and that caused a lot of friction in their relationship. Harry did his best to spend time with them equally and not show any favoritism. However, he had to admit that these days, he very much preferred Hermione’s company. Ron could sometimes be a handful.

Harry had only been to this club once, a couple of years ago, but he had fond memories of it. Nudity on the stage was strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, but the dancers had found a way around the rule. In the VIP area, they could be as naked as they liked. Of course, a customer had to pay a pretty penny if they wanted to indulge in those festivities. That’s where the dancers made the real moolah. As such, they tried their hardest to get you to come back with them. If a man wasn’t careful, he could end up spending a small fortune chasing the object of their desire. Thankfully, Harry had more gold than he knew what to do with. 

“Harry!” Ron shouted again. Clearly, he was ready to see some scantily clad dancers. Harry sighed and straightened his shirt before exiting his room.

Dance of Desire

“Wow! Did you see her? I didn’t know a woman could be so flexible,” Ron stated with absolute amazement. His eyes were wide and excited as he chugged down his drink. 

“Slow down, mate, or you’ll be sloshed before the night is even half done,” Harry warned as Ron ordered another drink from a sexy waitress. Ron waved off his warning and bounced in his seat as another dancer was getting ready to take the stage. The music started, and a loud voice chimed in over the loudspeaker.

“It's time to experience the spellbinding hips and enchanting lips of our next performer. Put your hands together for the desirable, the delectable … Divinity!” the DJ exclaimed, and the crowd around them cheered. From how wild they were acting, Harry guessed that this one was a fan favorite. 

The club’s sound system kicked into gear with a throbbing, all-encompassing bassline that vibrated from the magically enhanced speakers, sending bass-laden pulses throughout Harry’s body. Red and blue spotlights flickered across the stage, and there was a sudden, collective inhalation from the audience as the curtain split open. Into the strobing light and thumping music, a woman glided forward with utmost confidence. Her hips dramatically swayed from side to side. She was a redhead with a body that looked to have been sculpted by the goddess Aphrodite herself. Her hair was like molten copper, and her heart-shaped face dripped with beauty and erotism. Her seductive eyes were outlined in thick black eyeliner, and her full, pouty lips were shiny and red.

She wore a bikini that seemed to have been made for the sole purpose of driving men wild. Its triangles were sequined and held together by the thinnest strings, and they were arranged in the unmistakable pattern of the Union Jack. Each facet caught and reflected light back at the crowd as she pivoted and spun. The top barely managed to contain her breasts, which jutted out in two mountains of soft, pert flesh, giving the distinct impression that a wardrobe malfunction was not just possible, but imminent. At least, that was what the hooting and hollering crowd was praying for. Below, a scrap of matching fabric, barely the size of an eyepatch, clung to her luscious form. The thin straps dug into her fleshy hips, leaving her long, pale thighs completely exposed.

Her legs were a marvel of anatomy. Her skin was smoother than porcelain and looked softer than spun silk. The curves of her sexy calves were exaggerated by the stiletto heels she wore, which were at least five inches … perhaps more. The heels themselves were mirrored chrome, and they caught the stage lighting brilliantly each time she took a step. The effect was mesmerizing, and they made her look impossibly sexy, which, judging by the way the audience’s gaze swept her up and down, was exactly the point.

“Ohhhhh, baby! Ronnie needs a piece of that!” Ron shouted out as he jerked from side to side in what he probably thought was a brilliant dance move. In reality, he looked the part of a drunken buffoon, sloshing his drink all over the already sticky floor. Some even got on Harry’s trouser leg. 

“Hey! Watch it!” Harry called back, wiping the liquid from his clothes. Though his mate was acting a bit like an idiot, Harry couldn’t deny that he was right. The buxom redhead was like a wet dream come to life. Harry couldn’t help but stare, entranced by the bouncing of her perfect tits and the jiggling of her wide ass.

She strode to the edge of the stage and did a theatrical pirouette, which set her hair whirling around her shoulders and nearly sent her right breast tumbling out of its fabric prison. A ripple of anticipation shot through the crowd, and a horde of men leaned forward, holding their breaths and silently begging for the thin string to snap.

With a little smirk, she cocked her hip and let her body roll with the music. Then she threw her head back, causing her red hair to cascade over her back. She raised one arm and traced a finger along the edge of her bikini top, toying with the crowd and teasing out another gasp from the room when she pulled it down slightly, exposing the topmost part of her pink areola. Then, ever so slowly, she let her hand fall to her thigh, dragging her red-painted nails along her pale flesh until she reached the thin waistband of her bikini bottoms. Her thumb slowly slipped underneath the fabric, and as her hand continued its downward trajectory, the fabric was tugged down enough to give them a glimpse of her perfectly smooth mound before her hand retreated and sent the fabric snapping back into place. The crowd around Harry groaned with disappointment. 

It was a performance, sure, but there was an art in the way she played the crowd. She never quite gave them what they wanted, but kept teasing them with something just out of reach. The room felt as if it were holding its breath, and the only movement was the desperate tossing of galleons onto the glossy stage floor. She locked eyes with Harry and sent him a look of pure seduction. She puckered her sweet, ruby lips and blew him a kiss. Her knowing smirk ended when she turned her attention to the shimmering pole at center stage. Step by step, she walked to the pole with her wide hips bouncing and her pillowy cheeks jiggling. Her sensuous fingers glided along the shiny metal pole as she slowly crept around it, showing the crowd her gorgeous body from every angle. She looked at Harry one more time, then slowly dragged her pink tongue along the shiny metal. As soon as her tongue slipped back into her mouth, she winked and started moving around the pole again. More and more galleons poured onto the stage with every step. She then moved faster and faster, then lunged at the pole. Her body lifted, and her hand gripped the top of the pole with surprising strength.

She wrapped one leg around the pole and arched her back, letting her coppery hair plunge toward the reflective floor below. The sequins on her bikini caught every stray beam of light, glittering flashes of silver, blue, and red at the cheering crowd. Her large breasts tumbled toward her upward-facing chin, and Harry was shocked that her top had been able to contain those glorious globes of flesh. It surely was a herculean task if he ever saw one. The moment stretched as her voluptuous body gyrated to the rhythm of the pounding pop song, and everyone in the club was transfixed, waiting for what came next.

Somehow, she turned her body so she was both upside down and facing the pole. The cool metal pressed intimately between her breasts, hardening her nipples against the silver surface. Her smooth legs glistened, and they slowly parted with impressive control until she reached a perfect split that left nothing to the imagination. Her hips rolled in hypnotic waves, and each movement sent ripples through the soft curves of her ass, drawing gasps from the crowd as the thin fabric of her costume clung desperately to the plump pussy lips between her thighs. Ron nearly went wild, and Harry had to hold him back from jumping on the stage. “Sit down, you git!” Harry told him, pulling him back to his seat as her legs snapped back together, hiding herself from view. 

She slid down the pole in a controlled spiral, and she landed in a low, wide squat that looked both impressive and obscene. Her pillowy cheeks spread apart, and Harry could see how tight the fabric clung to her fat pussy lips. The incredibly thin string wasn’t able to hide the slightly darker skin of her asshole’s rim. Another round of cheers erupted, and they were joined by the excited clapping of hands and the metallic clatter of coins tossed onto the stage. The buxom redhead bounced back to her feet and spun on the spot, now facing the boisterous crowd. She paused there. Her impressive chest heaved from her labored breathing, and for a moment, all the lights in the room seemed to converge on her alone.

Then she smiled sexily, and with one last jiggle of her amazing chest, she blew the crowd a kiss and waved. Harry stared at her swaying ass as she disappeared behind the curtain, leaving the club’s helpers to summon all the thrown coins. 

Dance of Desire

Harry had gone up to the bar to grab another round of drinks, and several of the dancers began chatting him up, which slowed his return to the table. By the time he got back, Ron was nowhere to be found. However, there was a bit of a scuffle going on on the far side of the club. Fearing that Ron had gotten up to some drunken shenanigans, Harry put the drinks down on the small round table and hurried over. Sure enough, when he arrived, he saw a shock of red hair tussling with another drunken imbecile. “She’s mine!” the unknown man shouted. “Bollocks! She’s coming with me!” Ron shouted back, tugging on his shirt. 

Standing off to the side was the busty redheaded dancer from a few songs ago. She didn’t look very impressed with either of them. “Break it up!” a bouncer chimed in with a forceful tone. At least he wasn’t too heavy-handed, Harry thought. He must have dealt with this kind of stuff nightly. Instead, he pulled them apart and asked them to leave. 

“But I’m not d-done having fun,” Ron slightly slurred, shifting from foot to foot. 

“Me eeeither,” the other man slurred. He was wobbling on his feet, and his eyes were glassy.

“Yes, you are. Now come on,” the bouncer stated with authority. Ron finally saw Harry and stumbled forward. 

“They’re kicking me out!” he exclaimed, stumbling into Harry’s chest and putting his face way too close to his. Harry leaned back and held him at arm’s length. Harry then turned to the bouncer. 

“Is there any way he can stay? I’ll keep closer tabs on him,” Harry assured him, but the bouncer shook his head. 

“Sorry, mate. Club rules … All troublemakers have to go. Don’t worry, though. I’ll put him on the Knight’s Bus and get him home safely.” He then turned to Ron and the other guy. “Come on,” he told them, escorting them out of the club while both men argued their innocence. As soon as they left, the buxom redhead stepped up to him and crossed her arms underneath her bikini-clad chest. 

“Sorry, my friend is going through some stuff. Besides, he’s never been the brightest star in the sky,” Harry told her, but she waved him off. 

“Don’t worry about it. Ron has always been like that. Remember back at Hogwarts when he used to stare at my chest with his tongue hanging out of his mouth?” she smirked sexily. Harry stiffened. There was only one girl that Ron used to stare at like that … A redhead with a rack for the ages. 

“Susan?” Harry asked, confused and shocked by the revelation. The makeup on her gorgeous face made her look like a completely different woman. He also hadn’t seen her in several years. He never would have known if she hadn’t given him a hint. Susan giggled and nodded. 

“I thought you already recognized me while I was on stage,” she said, smiling cheekily at him, and Harry shook his head. 

“With that style of makeup, you look totally different,” he explained, and she nodded. 

“I do it on purpose. I don’t want any of our former classmates to know I work here,” she confessed and slipped her arm through his. Harry took her back to his table, where she grabbed the drink intended for Ron. 

“So, why do you want it to be a secret?” Harry asked as another girl danced on stage. Susan shrugged and took a drink. 

“I’m not exactly proud to work here. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad job, and it pays really well, but I’d prefer to keep it a secret,” she told him, and Harry nodded in understanding. 

“My lips are sealed,” Harry said, smiling, and Susan returned it. Susan then smirked sexily, crossed one smooth, shapely leg over the other, and reached out to him. Her delicate fingertips grazed his forearm, making his cock jump in his trousers. Her leg was so close that their knees touched.

“Your lips certainly won’t be sealed if you join me in the lounge,” she smirked as her fingertip slowly toyed with the rim of the glass. 

“Is that so? And just how much will the privilege cost me?” Harry asked, attempting levity, though his voice somewhat betrayed his excitement. Susan, who’d been casually playing with the rim of her glass, turned and raised an eyebrow at him. Her smile grew by the second. The corner of her lip quirked upward. It was full of sensuality and playfulness, and she slid her hand over his, squeezing before guiding his palm to her thigh. She placed it right below the form-fitting crotch of her bedazzled bikini bottom. Her skin was warm, and her pulse quickened as his fingertips caressed her tender flesh. His hand squeezed gently, and she pressed it firmer, pushing it down before coaxing it back up. Her delicate skin goosebumped under his touch.

Harry’s face flushed with readiness, and she seemed delighted by the effect she was having on him. Susan glanced down, openly staring at the bulge rapidly forming in his trousers, and she shot him a particularly cheeky smirk. Then she sat a little higher on her seat, allowing him a better view of her bikini-clad tits. Her body gently swayed from side to side, causing her dangling breasts to move along with it. Harry tugged at the collar of his shirt. Was it getting hotter in here, or was it just him, Harry asked himself. He was slightly shocked that her breasts had stayed firmly locked up underneath the skimpy fabric. Gravity alone should have had them bursting out of every seam. 

“Is that a spell?” Harry wondered, unable to stop himself from asking. “Holding those in, I mean,” he further clarified. A Cheshire grin stretched across her gorgeous face, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. 

“Yes, but not the kind you learned at Hogwarts,” she teased with a giggle, slightly hopping up and down and making them bounce uncontrollably. Sure enough, her tits remained hidden behind that goddamn fabric. 

She leaned in until her intoxicating perfume filled his lungs. Her hair framed her face, making her look even sexier. Her lips were full, luscious, and waiting to be kissed.

“For you, only one hundred galleons,” she whispered. Her lips were barely an inch from his ear. Her voice was smoky and lustful. “Trust me, it’ll be the best hour of your life. I’m worth every galleon.” Her declaration wasn’t boastful. Harry was certain of that. She meant every word, and Harry believed her. The decision was very easy to make, and he stood up, leaving his drink forgotten. 

Susan slid off her seat, landing gracefully on those metallic silver high heels that made her legs look so devastatingly sexy. Susan reached for his hand and threaded her fingers through his. It was then that he noticed her nails were the color of blood. Susan was a huntress in search of prey, and he was more than willing to follow her back to her lair. 

They walked through the crowded club, past sexy witches in silver mesh dresses serving up drinks, and wizards who appeared to be spending their life savings for a single night of fun. They passed by the bar where a bartender was juggling three bottles of booze in front of several cheering patrons, and past the bouncer who had just tossed Ron out on his ass. Harry’s heart hammered in his chest, and each step was accompanied by a dizzying rush of adrenaline as Susan led him toward the back.

When they reached the thick velvet curtain separating the rest of the club from the VIP lounge, they stopped in front of a machine that looked like it belonged to the Victorian era. It was roughly the size of a slot machine, and covered in shiny brass and copper. Susan tinkered with the steampunk-style machine before stepping aside. “Pour the galleons in here,” she explained, pointing to a large brass chute on the top.

Harry began pouring coins in, and a dial on the front counted upward with every galleon deposited. When the dial hit one hundred, the machine hissed and spat out a paper ticket the size of a chocolate frog card. Susan snatched it up and tucked it into her cleavage, giving him a wink as she did. She then reached down and threaded her fingers through his again.

With the transaction complete, Susan led him down a corridor glowing with pulsing lines of neon pink that ran in two parallel strips along the intersection of wall and ceiling. A dozen doors lined each side. Each was made of thick, solid wood, with a small, softly illuminated sign above the frame. Some glowed green, and some red, and Harry quickly surmised the meaning. Those glowing red were in use. Susan stopped outside one marked green, slipped the ticket into a narrow slot beside the handle, and the sign immediately flipped to red with a gentle mechanical buzz. The door unlocked with a click, and Susan pushed it open, beckoning him inside.

Harry’s senses were assaulted the moment he stepped over the threshold. The smell of perfume was both powerful and intimate, setting his senses alight. The lights were dim, but not so dim that he couldn’t make out the lush details. The carpet was a deep red, and it was so thick it muffled the click of Susan’s heels. Along three walls ran a continuous, horseshoe-shaped couch, upholstered in plush red velvet. The ceiling was low and studded with tiny, star-like pinpricks of light that seemed to twinkle in time with the slow, sultry, thumping music emanating from some hidden speaker. He heard a click, and he saw that the door had automatically closed behind them. He was trapped with nowhere to go … not that he wanted to, of course. 

Before he could even speak a word, Susan shoved him in the chest and pushed him onto the plush couch. He landed with a graceless thump, and the entire couch bounced beneath him, momentarily knocking the air from his lungs. He barely had time to register it before Susan had already stalked away. Her wide hips swayed from side to side with every step, making each thick, jiggly cheek bounce one after another. 

Harry thought that Susan’s bikini probably didn’t meet the legal definition of clothing. The skimpy triangles of sequined fabric were so small that they barely covered anything. The bottoms were a thin, scandalous string, exposing her perverse, jutting ass. The bottoms of her juicy cheeks spilled over the backs of her thighs, and all Harry could think about was how he wanted to slide his cock between them and fuck them until he spurted hot cum all over her exquisite back. 

Her chrome heels put her about a foot above Harry’s eye line, and when she turned, he caught the full length of her smooth, sexy legs. Her thick, obscene thighs gleamed in the low light, and her calves flared with every step. A silk sheet of red hair fanned out as she spun, then settled over her feminine shoulders. 

“Stay,” she commanded, as if he’d dare to disobey such a scantily dressed sex kitten. Harry did as she ordered and sat there with his palms resting on his knees. He suddenly felt a hint of adrenaline usually reserved for duels and narrow escapes. He knew something good was about to happen. The music shifted into something electronic and bass-filled, and Susan started to move.

She began dancing, but it wasn’t the hollow, mechanical dancing Harry had grown used to from dance clubs he had visited in France. This was a cock-hardening performance. She put her hand to her hip and let her shoulder roll. The sequins caught the light and flared bright red and blue before going dark. She didn’t look at him directly, but Harry could feel every bit of her attention focused on his body.

She started at a distance, using the entire length of the private VIP room as her stage. With every beat of the song, she took one slow step closer. She showed off her body by arching her back with one arm overhead, stretching until the fabric of the bikini top strained nearly to the point of breaking. Her breasts were pale, perky, and larger than Harry remembered. She cupped and squeezed them for his enjoyment, then let them drop with a bounce. Her tits threatened to spill out, and Harry found himself holding his breath and begging for it to happen.

Susan pivoted with her high-heeled feet spread wide apart, presenting her ass as though it were a particularly juicy piece of fruit ripe for the plucking. Her ass was truly extraordinary. It was wide and jiggly, and the cheeks were perfectly round and separated by that scandalous thread of fabric. She bent over at the waist, letting her hair cascade in a shimmering sheet to the floor. She peered at him upside down through her legs, grinning like a she-devil. The thin string between her pillowy cheeks uselessly tried to cover her tight asshole but failed miserably. The slightly darker hole stared back, teasingly winking at him. Harry gripped the edges of the couch harder, fighting an urge to adjust the throbbing cock threatening to burst through the crotch of his trousers. He realized Susan was still watching him as he stared so blatantly at her puckering hole. When his eyes quickly moved back down to Susan’s upside-down face, he found her smirking knowingly at him. 

“You’re allowed to look, you know,” Susan said, righting herself and twirling so that the sequined top barely managed to cling to her swaying tits. “I want you to look,” she assured him. She licked her lips and ran a hand down her front, along the swell of her tits, and down her taut belly to the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Her fingers flirted with the edge, but she didn’t peel anything away. They just hovered, and the silent suggestion alone was enough to keep Harry’s eyes firmly locked on her covered pussy.

She circled the room, never breaking rhythm. At one point, she paused, placed a foot right between Harry’s parted thighs on the couch’s edge, and leaned in close enough that he could see the shimmer of body glitter dusting her thighs. She smelled faintly of vanilla, and it made his cock strain. He let his eyes travel up her leg, up her belly, to the curve of her hip where it creased into her thigh, and then back up to her face. She met his eyes, and he saw the breathy, aroused expression on her beautiful face. 

“Like what you see, Potter?” Her tone was bright and teasing, but her eyes were hungry. Her hand glided up the thigh that was perched between his legs. 

Harry tried to play it cool, but he could feel the heat coloring his face. “I love everything I see.”

“Good to know,” she said, smirking as if she already knew the answer. 

The song suddenly reached a higher tempo, and Susan accelerated to match it. She removed her foot from the couch and dropped low with her knees wide, grinding her hips in slow circles. Each revolution made her ass and tits bounce. It was almost hypnotic, and he marveled at the control she had over every part of her body. She let one hand trail up her thigh, and then it slipped between her legs, pressing the fabric flush against her mound before rolling her hips up.

Still, she kept her distance, staying just out of reach. She was winding him up and stringing him along to make the eventual payoff taste that much sweeter. Harry suddenly realized Susan was a true professional. She turned men into putty while draining their Gringotts vaults at the same time. The busty, redheaded goddess was made for this.

Susan came closer, and he breathed in her scent. She leaned down, placed her hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, and shimmied so that her breasts jiggled with the effort. The sequins glittered and danced in time with her jiggling, and he could see her rock-hard nipples underneath.

Then, just as he was sure she’d climb onto his lap, she sprang away and pirouetted to the center of the room. She hooked a thumb into the side string of her bottoms and tugged just enough to expose a small portion of her smooth, hairless mound before letting it snap back into place. The gesture was so practiced and precise that Harry wondered if she’d spent years rehearsing in some hidden chamber of Hogwarts. She reached both arms overhead, stretching again, and Harry’s eyes wandered to the smoothness of her underarms and the way her ribs flared when she arched her back.

She began to swing her hips with her arms raised. She turned, letting her long hair whip around before dropping down to her knees and spreading them as wide as they could possibly go. He stared at her covered pussy and admired the way the thin fabric clung to the shape of her lips. He noticed a small bump in the silky material and instantly recognized it as her swollen clit. She let her hands rest on her thighs and rocked forward, giving Harry a clear, perfect view down the plummeting valley between her breasts. Her hand moved to her belly, and her fingers began to creep dangerously low. Her fingertips tucked into her bottoms, and Harry watched as she started moving them in a slow circle. Susan’s gorgeous eyes fluttered, and when she pulled her hand away, he saw her fingertips wet with her juices. Susan smiled sexily and wrapped her luscious lips around them, sucking them until they were sparkling clean. She let the silence stretch for a beat as the song faded, and the only noises were Harry’s breathing and the sucking of fingers. She pulled her fingers from her mouth with a wet pop and grinned. Susan smirked and rose to her feet.

“I’m just warming up,” she said with utter confidence.

Stunned by her sexiness, Harry could only nod. The next song began. It was a synth-heavy, slow-building tune that vibrated the cushion underneath him, but Harry barely heard it. He was too busy watching the way Susan planted both hands on the back of the red velvet couch and leaned forward, letting her breasts swing gently beneath her as she stared at him, daring him to look anywhere else. He didn’t. He couldn’t pry his eyes away from her.

She grinned, then slowly and tantalizingly ran one finger along her collarbone. She hooked her thumb under the strap of her bikini top and pulled, letting the blue-and-red sequin strap snap sharply against her pale, shimmering skin. Then she did the same on the other side, drawing out the moment while making Harry’s pulse pound in his neck.

Susan arched her back, presenting her covered tits, and she reached behind her. Her elbows flared outward, and her breasts lifted, threatening to burst free from their tight prison. She then slipped her fingers under the string holding everything together.

She made eye contact as she began to pull. The sequined strap drew tighter around her neck before suddenly loosening, and the triangular cups dropped lower … lower … lower. She gave Harry a teasing wink, then she let the string slip from her grasp. The top collapsed, slid down her chest, and caught briefly on the round, incredibly soft mounds of her breasts before tumbling to the floor.