Chapter 4: It's Disgusting!
"I swear, he's determine to embarrass me to death. He's enjoying it, too," complained Ginny, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Hermione laughed, pouring a cup of coffee into a mug.
"I can't believe you told him you enjoyed the porno!" Hermione cried, almost spilling the coffee. Scowling, Ginny picked up the cup and added sugar.
"I don't even know why I said it," sighed Ginny. "And somehow, he knew I was wet. How weird is that?"
"Because he's an old pro?" suggested Hermione, biting into her toast. Ron left at dawn to the Auror's office, so it was just she and Ginny in the flat having breakfast. "He's been working in the porn industry for the past three years, he should be able to tell by your expression."
"That doesn't make any sense at all," whined Ginny.
Ginny arrived at work at nine. It was the first day of work for two new models he had interviewed few days ago, and she was supposed to take them to the right studios. She had no idea why she, as the vice president's assistant, had to do this job, but then again he also wore the hat of being a producer.
Irene Barla and Sheila Lee were waiting for her, looking excited. Ginny rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe these girls. She stared down at her clipboard. "Miss Lee can wait over here. I'll take Miss Barla to her studio first." Sheila nodded, and Irene followed Ginny out.
She was due in Studio 3C. When they opened the door, Ginny was taken by great surprise. In a set that resembled a regular living room, about ten naked couples were having sex, moaning loudly. About two cameramen were shooting the spectacle. One of them spotted Ginny and Irene coming in.
"We got two more girls, Larry! Bring in the guys!" he called. Two very muscular men got up from their seats and began to slide down their boxers.
"No, no, I'm not a model here," cried Ginny, waving her hands in the air. "I'm here to escort Miss Barla here."
"Oh," said the cameraman named Larry. "Okay. Just one."
One of the men sat down a little disappointedly. He didn't bother putting on his boxers again, so his huge dick stood erected. Ginny tried hard not to look.
"Okay, I'll be on my way out," muttered Ginny as Irene began to strip out of her clothes.
When she got back to the office, she could tell that Blaise had arrived; the lights on his office were turned on. She also noticed that Sheila Lee was nowhere to be seen. She knocked and entered Blaise's office.
Blaise was sitting back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed. He noticed her coming in and grinned. "Good morning, Miss Weasley," he said.
"Good morning, sir," she replied. Something was wrong. She frowned.
"That'll be enough, Sheila. Miss Weasley will take you to the studio," he muttered. And to Ginny's surprise and disgust, Sheila Lee emerged from under the desk, white cum dripping from her mouth. She grinned at Ginny as Blaise pulled up his pants behind the desk, satisfied.
In shock and horror Ginny escorted Sheila to Studio 4B where Kevin was shooting hardcore porn. He grinned as she entered with Sheila. Ignoring him and the explicit spectacle before her, she left immediately.
"Are you always like this?" she demanded, busting Blaise's office door open. He was reading the newspaper. He looked up at her.
"Like what?" he asked.
"You just utilize your models like this? Like some prostitutes?" she said angrily.
"Oh, you mean Sheila there?" he said lazily, going back to the newspaper. "I wasn't using her. She was plenty willing. She's the one who suggested it, anyway. And besides, they're no better than prostitutes."
"It's disgusting!" Ginny cried. Blaise looked up from his morning paper. "They're not prostitutes, and as vice president of this company you shouldn't have that sort of attitude toward the women who are making you money!"
"You can quit if you want to," he said without meaning it. He didn't want her to quit, and he knew she won't, not with the money being offered. She was silent. "And while you're working here, you are to knock all the time before you enter, and you are to address me respectfully. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," grumbled Ginny, leaving. Blaise smirked to himself. It had been worth it having her here, seeing her flare up like that.
Ginny was awfully tired when she got back from work that evening. She lay her briefcase on the dining room table and went to wash up. When she returned, Ron was home. He was sitting in the living room sofa, a dark expression on his face.
"Hey Ron, what's up?" said Ginny, plopping down on an armchair across from him.
"Tell me, Ginny," he said quietly, "why I found a porn magazine in your briefcase."
"You were going through my briefcase!?" cried Ginny angrily.
"Answer the question!" yelled Ron. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Is that all you found in there, a porn magazine?" she asked incredulously.
"There were other stuff, but-"
"All that got your attention was that piece of junk," Ginny mocked. He glared at her.
"You're not answering the question, Ginny Weasley!" he yelled.
"I work for the stupid thing!" Ginny yelled back. The front door opened as Ron stared at Ginny in bewilderment.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"What's going on here?" asked Hermione, surprised.
"I work for the company!" Ginny screamed. Hermione sighed, understanding everything.
"It's true, baby, she does work there," Hermione explained, kissing Ron on his cheek and having him sit down.
"You're a porn star?" asked Ron miserably, clutching his head. "Don't I make enough money to support my sister? I thought I did! And you go for porn?"
"You don't understand, Ron!" said Ginny, now laughing a little. "I'm not a porn star. I'm an assistant for the vice president there."
Ron sighed a sigh of relief. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh. And don't let me catch you lurking around my briefcase again, okay?"
"Fine," grumbled Ron. "Hey Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"...Can I keep that magazine?"
