Chapter 11: Dynamic Viewing


"What happened, spill," demanded Hermione as soon as Ginny came back into the apartment.

"What do you mean, spill?" asked Ginny innocently. Ron, thankfully, was safely out of the way in the shower. Hermione put her hands on her hips.

"You were gone for at least twenty minutes! What happened?" she demanded again, a playful smile on her lips. Ginny threw her hands in the air in defeat.

"He asked me out," she said.

"And?"

"I said yes," Ginny replied, her cheeks turning slightly pink. Hermione looked satisified.

"So you do like him, then!" she cried triumphantly.

"I don't know that," mumbled Ginny, but she couldn't help but grin shyly as she remembered the warmth of his lips on her forehead.


"There's another movie screening this morning," said Ginny, checking off her clipboard as Blaise listened quietly from his desk.

"Wanna come?" he said with a smirk. She laughed.

"No, thanks," she replied.

"No, seriously, you should come. You sure enjoyed the last one...besides, you'll have work to do if you don't come...think of it like a nice break," he said, giving her a wink. She blushed (why?) at once.

"I...I guess I could, then," she said timidly. He grinned at her.

"Okay, and then?"

"Another interview for camerman before lunch, and then six models are coming in for an interview at two," she finished.

"Be there for all of them," he said. "I really do appreciate your input."

"I'm flattered, but I really have-"

"I'll get you covered," interrupted Blaise. "I'd like to have you in on most of the interviews and meetings if possible."

"Yes, sir," she replied promptly. Sure, why not? It was less work, and she was less and less embarrassed now that she was getting the hang of it.


"Why are we going to a different theater?" asked Ginny as they walked the halls of the company.

"It's supposed to be specially equipped," he replied simply.

"Oh," she said.

When they got there, each seat was in either black or dark red. A speaker above them played a message: gentlemen, please be seated in the black chairs; ladies, please be seated in the red chairs.

Ginny also noticed that there were a lot more women in this theater than the last one, and each row was made up of half black seats and half red seats, each one next to the other. Consequently, she sat in the red seat next to Blaise's black one.

"What's up with the coloring?" laughed Ginny, receiving a pamphlet from a lady in a uniform.

"This ought to be interesting," said Blaise as he scanned over the pamphlet. "Magically enhanced seats for dynamic viewing..."

"Huh?" said Ginny, confused. But the movie was starting.

Something was definitely wrong, but it felt so right. When the red-haired main character orgasmed, Ginny felt as if she was experiencing it, too. And she apparently wasn't the only one; the whole theater was groaning and moaning. Breathing heavily and red-faced, Ginny glanced at Blaise. He did make a few quiet grunts but still managed to remain poised.

Dynamic viewing, my ass, thought Ginny as she felt her breasts be fondled by hands she couldn't see.

"Darren," gasped the female lead on the screen.

"Turn over," growled the male character.

Oh, shit! thought Ginny.

Moans and grunts filled the theater soon. Ginny was extremely impressed as she felt something big and hard push up her body as she sat there, but knew there was nothing. She was getting wetter and wetter, and soon found herself rocking in her chair. A smirk rose on Blaise's satisfied face as he glanced sideways at her.

"Enjoying yourself?" he whispered.

"This is...wicked," breathed Ginny.

"At least you're entertained," whispered Blaise, followed by a soft grunt.

"I am not entertained," groaned Ginny. An invisible force squeezed her nipples, hard.

"Right," said Blaise with a heavy breath. "I'm enjoying myself."

"Glad you are, sir," Ginny replied.

Everyone had the afterglow of vigorous sex when the movie was over. Ginny was ashamed to find both her panties, the back of her skirt, and even a bit of the seat wet with cum. She was at least relieved that she wasn't the only one, however.

"This is wrong on so many different levels," she grumbled, getting up and trying to clean up herself.

"Oh, yes," laughed Blaise, taking out his wand. He cleaned up himself and Ginny instantly.

"That was definitely something," said Ginny as they exited the theater. She still felt hot.

"We could make some money off of it," said Blaise thoughtfully. "Install the seats in all of our theaters."

The mind of a true businessman, Ginny thought. She wondered if she admired that about him. She wasn't really sure, but she did like it.


"Very impressive," said Blaise, scanning the resume. Ginny sat beside him, and a mousy-haired man sat in front of them.

"Thank you," he replied. He looked quite young, but apparently had been working the cameras since he was little.

"Well, welcome to SexyWitches Incoporated, Mr. Madison," said Blaise warmly, getting up to shake his hand. He took it graciously and left after picking up some information from Ginny. Blaise sat back in his chair, relaxed.

"Glad to get that out of the way," he sighed, satisfied. "Lunch now?"

"Until two, sir," replied Ginny.

"Great," he hoisted himself up. "Let's go."

"Together?" asked Ginny, her eyes widening.

"Why not?" he winked. "Let's go to that little shop."

It was the exact same shop near which he had met Ginny for the first time since Hogwarts. Reminiscing, he sat down with Ginny across from him. He bought the both of them a sandwich and a drink each.

"Thank you," she said warmly.

"You're very welcome," he replied. "Besides, you need to fatten up a bit."

"Excuse me?" she asked, laughing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're too thin!" he laughed. "Just look at you!"

"I have not heard that from anyone except you!" she cried. "No one ever calls me thin."

"I mean, like, in certain places," he explained, taking a bite off his sandwich. She raised an eyebrow and scoffed when she realized what he meant.

"You perv!" she cried, laughing. "Is that all you look for? It's considered sexual harrassment in the workplace, you know."

He shrugged. "What do you expect me to look for, seriously? I look where it matters."

"Pshh," Ginny scowled playfully at him. She took a sip from her drink, and when she thought he wasn't looking, glanced down at her breasts quickly. She did wear a solid 34C, but compared to some of the 'models' at the company...but she did cover herself all the time...and there was that one thing Kevin said about wearing workplace-friendly attire.

Blaise smirked as he caught Ginny's expression turn worried.

"I'm just kidding, Ginny," he said with a chuckle. "You're perfect."

"Like I care about what you think," she murmured, but the apparent concern in her voice made him laugh quietly.