Dobby slowly slid his pillowcase down his small body, touching as much of his skin as he could.
"Does this please Master?" he asked sensually.
"Very much so," Dumbledore croaked, swallowing thickly.
"This pillowcase I wear must be very baggy, Sir," Dobby insisted.
"Why is that?" Dumbledore asked, stroking his beard in curiosity.
Dobby slowly took off the pillowcase, revealing a fit, toned body that make Dumbledore gasp in lust.
"It needs to be big enough… for me," Dobby whispered.
Albus nearly choked, reaching out a shaking hand to touch Dobby's glistening skin.
"Not yet, Master." Dobby smirked, batting away Dumbledore's hand gently. "Dobby wants to please Master Dumbledore."
Albus' breathing increased as Dobby began to sway his hips to the beat of the music, regarding Albus through hooded eyes.
Albus groaned, reaching for Dobby again.
"No, no, Master Dumbledore," Dobby said, shaking his head and taking another step back. "Dobby exists only to please." He raised his arms, grinding his hips down as the tempo increased.
"Please," Dumbledore begged. Dobby thought for a moment, before nodding.
"There is a back room, Sir," he said, still dancing. "If Master is willing to pay extra."
Dumbledore nodded frantically, pulling his coin purse from the inside pocket of his robes.
.oOo.
Lucius walked away from the accountant of the club, his lips pulling up into a smirk. The income was better than he could ever imagine.
Opening a club with only house-elves as the entertainment? He had thought it would be a small market he'd be catering to…
Instead, within a few months, he had had to take on additional house-elves to cater to demand. The cost of running the place was low, as they didn't need to be paid, and were happy to sleep in the small storage rooms in the back. They even cleaned the place themselves.
Lucius was set to make a fortune.