Chapter 2: The Proposal
"I just don't know, Hermione," Parvati Patil muttered tossing her long dark hair. She adjusted her cat-eyed glasses and furrowed her eyebrows. "Muggle phones? How will people even know how to use them?"
"Well, I'm hoping to get an advertisement printed in Playwizard and that should help to explain it… Thank about it Parvati, not only would we make money on the sales of the phones, but then everytime they call in, we make money on the calls," Hermione explained.
"I don't know, I've never thought of myself as a porn connoisseur."
"Well, it's not really porn, is it? It's erotica, and it can go as far as the female phone-sex operator wants to take it. I mean, the men will be the clients, but the women have the control."
Parvati stood up and leaned against the dark polished desk.
"That sort of makes sense, I guess, I just don't want GlamCharms Cosmetics to be associated with the sex industry…"
"Right, but this isn't the normal sex industry, this is an erotic industry run by women, all of the call-girls will have character names so their identities will be completely protected. Really, we'll be banking off of horny guys."
Parvati's lipsticked-lips broke into a smile, "Alright, Hermione, alright, I'm in, you have my galleons." Hermione grinned, elated. She scooped up the phone she had brought in to explain the mechanics and the alterations she had created to make it easily marketable to wizards. Now all she had to do was get the head of Playwizard magazine to run the ad she had written in their winter addition.
"You know I'd do anything to help out, Her-mio-ninny, but I just don't see men vanting to buy a fon to talk to vitches, when they could go to a club-"
"Well, right, but in a club, there's only so much you can do, and most guys don't want to embarrass themselves by admitting to particularly bizarre fantasies… right? On the phone, you aren't face to face, you can imagine this witch as a blonde, brunette, as a celebrity or girl you had a crush on in school, and you don't have to be nervous or embarrassed that she won't be into your fantasy, because the awkwardness is gone."
"This fon, how much vill it cost?"
"Well, Parvati Patil and I were estimating around fifteen galleons, but it's really an investment because then each call only costs two sickles for ten minutes and six knuts for every subsequent minute."
"How do you know these vomen vill be villing to talk like this on the fon?"
"Believe me, Viktor, there are plenty of witches willing to do things you've never even dreamed of," Hermione said in a low voice. She figured playing on the short romance they had, had in school might help her chances, not to mention that Viktor was a bit of a horndog anyways.
"I might need an example of this way of talking…" Viktor proposed, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I just might give you one," Hermione replied with a wink, "If you run my ad, that is." Viktor shook his head, grinning.
"You alvays know just vhat to say to get your vay, don't you?" He smiled.
"It's a gift," Hermione responded.
"I'll give you a double page spread, if you'll give me one of these," Viktor said, holding up the phone on the desk between them. "I might need to try out your services for myself."
"It's a deal," Hermione said, leaning forward and shaking his hand, "You won't regret it."
A/N: Hey, if you're taking the time to add this to your favorites, or to alert it, could you also take the time to review? I'd love to know what you guys are thinking, what pairings you are interested in happening etc.