CHAPTER THREE
It seemed that fated night spent in the comforting arms of one Remus Lupin was years and years ago to Marlene, but really, it had been only one year. In that hotel room with the lights dimmed was the last time she saw him; muscled chest and penis freed from their respective cotton and silk prisons, dominating her night vision. Marlene could still sometimes feel his girth between her foreign regions like tourists backpacking across barren landscapes, climbing mountaintops and pitching tents. She had dreams about him. And right now, as she wiped off a counter in the waffle house, she was daydreaming about him.
"I heard they're hiring dancers at that new club down the street. It's called Barebacked. Some man runs it. I think he goes by Fenrir Greyback," Anzhelina interrupted Marlene from her thoughts, giving her friend a grin. "I was thinking about paying him a visit."
Marlene jumped. "Oh, Anzelina. Anzhelina, I really don't think we should start stripping again. We've moved on, haven't we? Remus Lupin rescued us, and now we've got a pretty good life here. We don't want to throw that away, do we?"
"I suppose not," Anzhelina looked down to the floor. And they did have a good life now. They had stopped stripping to open their own waffle house, selling delicious breakfast foods and smiles to their many customers. They were able to afford the whole city building, and transformed the rooms upstairs into a cozy home for two. No longer did they reveal more cleavage than necessary, although the round pertness of their bosoms was still plenty evident to anyone who looked.
Marlene brushed her hand against her best friend's pale face, carressing it. It brushed against her blonde hair and breast, too. "Look, Anzhelina. I don't want to see you anywhere near Barebacked. You hear me? That place is trash."
Anzhelina nodded, biting her lip. "You were thinking about him, weren't you?"
Smiling, Marlene's eyes twinkled. "That's all I can do these days. Think about my hero."
Anzhelina let out a sigh. "We'll see him again. I promise." She placed a kiss to Marlene's forehead, and when she turned around to get back to work, she noticed that the entirety of the waffle house was staring at them, specifically the men.
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That night, Marlene could not sleep. Anzhelina slept soundlessly next to her, but not Marlene. For every single time she batted her eyes shut, she saw Remus Lupin's face. The face of the love of her life. She let out a dramatic sigh. Remus Lupin had told her he had to leave to save the world. Marlene selfishly didn't care about the world, and wanted nothing more than to have him back in her arms.
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The next morning, business was as usual. Sometimes in the morning Anzhelina and Marlene would seranade their customers whilst spinning around the pillars in the store.
In the afternoon, the door swung open ominiously. In stepped a man, taller than most men, draped in finest clothing they had ever seen. He took a seat, crossing his legs.
"You ladies sure are cute," he said gruffly.
Marlene and Anzhelina exchanged glances. "What can we get for you?"
"Oh, I doubt it's something that can be served in front of your other customers, if you catch my drift," the man grinned, revealing a pointy gold tooth. "How about you two take me in the back later?"
Anzhelina looked enraged. "Excuse me? Don't talk to us like that."
"I do have the right girls, don't I? I mean, it's hard to recognize you with your shirts on."
"Who are you?"
"The name's Fenrir Greyback. And the two of you are a legend, if I understand it correctly. I'm here to make a proposition, one that I know y ou won't be able to resist."
