So this story takes place in the muggle world. Hermione and other characters are not wizards in my story. Please leave a review and enjoy!
Hermione swung around the pole as everyone in the club screamed and hollered. She wore a white and black ensemble with five inch platformed boots. Her hair was straightened, reaching down to her hips.
"Yeah! Keep going!" A man demanded. Another man threw one dollar bills at her. She swung her hips more until the song was over.
She walked back in her dressing room. She sat in her chair in front of the vanity and sighed as she looked at her reflection. "Why is this my life now? Where did I go wrong?"
"Now remember baby girl, you will always be loved. You are blessed with love, never let anybody take that away from you. I love you, my daughter."
Those were the last words her father told her before he passed away on his death bed. Hermione shed a tear and quickly wiped it away. She kissed her fingers and pressed them against a picture of her father that she kept on her desk.
"I love you, papa." She said quietly. Her shift at Desire was over, much to her relief. She had been working as a stripper for almost three years. She did it to get more money to support herself. She was living by herself so she needed the money.
She wasn't proud of what she does for a living. She hates that people always assume that being a stripper is fun when it really isn't. She dances for weird strangers and occasionaly, some men will fondle her. She made about two hundred dollars a night. Hermione was actually the club's second most paid stripper, behind Lavender.
She hated that it was raining that night. Even with a rain coat, she's get completely soaked. Fortunately, her house wasn't far away. It was a relatively small one but it was all she could afford.
She sighed as she unlocked her door. She threw off her rain coat, revealing the outfit she wore at the club. She stripped off her clothes and changed into her lingerie. She usually kept some of her outfits at home.
She took out the money from her bra to count how much she made tonight. She was dissapointed when she only counted eighty dollars.
"Not even enough to buy a fucking television." She muttered.
She sighed and stretched, feeling exhausted from working for five hours straight. She hated having to work on the weekends but it was when the club had the most customers.
The next day, she woke up late. It was around eleven o' clock in the morning. She quickly slipped on a red crop top and shorts and ran out the door. It was a ten minute walk, she groaned as she started running across the street. She screamed as someone bumped into her near the intersection.
She moaned as she felt her head, she took a look at the person who hit her. It was a man who didn't look that much older than her.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" She said a bit angrily.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you were moving so fast!" He replied. He seemed to be mesmerized.
"Oh no, I'm late to work, I have to go, now!" Hermione ran towards the back of the club and quickly applied her makeup. She was supposed to go on at eleven twenty. It was eleven fifteen now. She had five minutes to spare.
She liked what she was wearing, it was more conservative than what she usually wears. Sometimes, she'd even fully strip, and that would make her a lot more money. But she didn't feel at all comfortable doing that every night. Some of the people here lived close to her so she didn't want to do anything crazy.
She hated her job sometimes, but it was her only choice. She was wearing red lingerie underneath, which was okay enough. She went out after the dancer that was always before her, she was a brunette and she was from Europe. Her name is Emily.
Hermione decided to walk around the club after she danced. She swung around the pole and brought herself back up. She removed her top slowly. All of the guys were cheering for her to strip off more so she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off.
There were wolf whistles and catcalling from all the men. They lusted after Hermione's figure. She wasn't skinny, compared to most of the strippers that work there. She danced slowly and sensually, making people throw all their money at her. She gave a smile and turned around. She walked back up to where she entered and sat down on her chair. She smiled to herself, she loved feeling sexy. Something in her mind told her otherwise, that it was wrong and she wasn't making the right choices. She shrugged it off and went back out there, but not on stage.
She walked around until someone was interested in getting a lap dance from her. She's had some strange customers and some good ones. She's been asked to flash a man for a hundred dollars, which she refused. Another man asked her to have sex with him for three hundred, which she refused also.
This time, Hermione was desperate to earn the money so she was prepared for anything. A man with curly blonde hair asked her to strip off everything for two hundred. She couldn't believe her luck, that was more than she would make in a few days!
She took the wad of cash and whispered to him, "Follow me in the back."
She smiled and made her way to the private area. The room was dimly lit, with a chair in the middle. She sat him down in the chair. "Stay there. And don't touch." She instructed.
He nodded, "Just take it off. I want to see that beautiful body of yours."
She giggled and unclasped her bra. She held the bra in place to tease him more. She finally lowered the bra and let it fall to the ground. She heard him groan at the sight of her. She turned around and sat on his lap. She kissed him on the cheek, then sat up. She removed her underwear and threw it across the room. She continued to dance more, then she stopped.
The man was persistent, "Can I take you home? I'll pay you double." He offered.
She nodded, she could use the extra money. It was only a private dance, she put on all of her clothes as he left the building to wait for her. She went back into the changing room to grab her sweater to cover up.
When she went out the front door, it was windy. It was late at night and nobody else was around. She hadn't realized how long she was in there. In the corner of her eye, she spotted him, leaning next to his car.
"Hey, so where's your house? Is it closeby? Is it-" She stopped talking when the man placed his hands on her hips. She felt tense.
"I'm paying you to fuck me, not talk." He said in a rather threatining tone.
She was frightened at his attitude. "Well, Mister, I just wanted to know-"
"Look, you just do what I tell you, and don't try to scream for help." He said, proceeding kissing her neck.
She gently took his hand away from her hips, "Mister, I'm not a prostitute." She informed him.
He smirked, "Doesn't matter, you're beautiful, and I want you."
She laughed nervously and backed away slowly, "Look, I don't know what's going on but I'm just going to go back inside, you can keep your money."
He pulled out a hand gun out of his back pocket and pointed at her. Hermione felt her heart beating fast and her whole body shut off.
"Listen, I asked for you, and only you. You agreed, I'm not going to take no for an answer. Now get back over here, you fucking slut." He said harshly.
Hermione felt like bursting into tears. She never agreed to this. She just thought he wanted her to give him a special dance at his home. She felt stupid.
She walked towards him and sighed, "Okay, I'm here, don't get too crazy."
He put the gun back in his pocket, "That's more like it, but don't fucking scream okay? Because I will kill you. Got it?"
She nodded and winced as he coninued kissing her. She felt disgusted, uncomfortable, and embarassed. She let this happen. She could've prevented this. But yet again, due to this man's aggresive nature, he still wouldn't have taken a no for an answer. She looked around but nobody was there to help her, she was helpless.
He unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down. He moaned at the sight of her, "Wow, you know, you have an incredible body."
She bit her lip and prayed that he would stop but he didn't. He wrapped his hands on the fabric of her shirt and pulled it up. Hermione was standing there, with nothing but her lingerie on. She felt exposed, even with nobody around.
He unhooked her bra and marveled at her breasts. He began to fondle them. Hermione gasped as he touched them, she felt violated. This man was so disgusting. She wondered what he was like, if this guy did this for a living and did this to another poor girl.
Hermione whimpered as he unzipped his pants and began to masturbate to her. She felt sick, she couldn't believe that out of all people, this wouod happen to her.
She attempted to run away but the man quickly reacted by grabbing her and pushing her against the car. She accidentally let out a yelp. The man held her wrists tight. Hermione began to cry.
"Hey, get off of her!"
Hermione felt a quick feeling of relief, was that a voice she heard? Or was it in her head?
She screamed when the man in front of her suddenly got hit in the head, and fell to the ground. She whimpered more when she found another man in front of her, the one who hit her offender.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" The figure asked.
Hermione was crying quietly, she felt so much pain after what happened. She nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay." She realized that she was exposed and crossed her arms in front of her to cover herself.
The man was a little taller than her, he had short hair, it was hard to see him clearly in the dark. He extended his hand, "Here, let me take you to my place."
She backed away, frightened. She was scared that this man wanted to violate her as well.
"I won't hurt you." He assured her. "Come on, I'll take you to my place."
She was reluctant, she felt her voice shake, "I-I'm fine."
He gave her a genuine smile, "Come on. I'll let you sleep on my bed." He chuckled. She was attracted to his charm. He was very laid back.
She finally grabbed his hand, he took her hand and led her to his car. He opened the passenger door for her, "After you, my lady."
She giggled, this man was very nice and funny too. She took a seat inside. He gently shut the door. She looked around the car. There was a blanket next to her. And a couple of shirts that seemed to belong to him.
He got into the driver's seat and drove off. "So, what's you name?" He asked her.
She hesitated, "It's Hermione."
"Nice name. I just live around here, it won't be a long drive."
Hermione looked at his face in the car mirror, it was the man she bumped into earlier that day.