Tonks looked around curiously; they were travelling upwards in what appeared to be a lift made entirely of glass. For some reason it was niggling at her memory, like she should know it from somewhere it was really grating on her that she couldn't remember from where.
Harry however was just watching her with amusement in his lively emerald eyes. There was also a frank appraisal there that tinted her cheeks a little pink. It had been a long time since a bloke had looked at her with honest appreciation and frankly she was rather guiltily enjoying it. Guilty because he was younger than her and she was guarding him, or was supposed to be and that was just one of the things she was going to bring up with him when they got into private.
The elevator dinged when it reached the right floor, the top floor apparently, and the door opened out onto a large living room. Tonks peered around Harry and then got a gobsmacked look on her face, "FLEUR she yelled, "Where the hell have you been?"
"'Ere," Fleur said with a Gaelic shrug of her shoulders.
"I was wondering where you got off to, at least he brought one of us with him."
"She didn't give me much choice actually, but I have been enjoying her company." Harry inserted.
"Right well, that's one good thing at least, you could have bloody told me though Fleur I turned up for my shift and was guarding an empty house for two bloody days."
Fleur giggled slightly and covered her mouth with a hand, "Sorry Ma ami."
"Hmm," Tonks said with a mild glare.
"I didn't know you two were friends," Harry noted with a smile.
"This year at least, Tonks and I were your only guards," Fleur told him. "We got to know each ozzer."
"Cool," Harry said with his own shrug.
"Either way, why didn't you contact me," Tonks asked accusingly of the Frenchwoman.
"Things got rather carried away wiz themselves." Fleur said with an apologetic smile. "I just didn't 'ave time - I am most sorry."
"Fine I forgive you, I'm just glad Harry was guarded at least. For what it's worth I think you're right not to tell the Order, I suspect you did it for the same reasons I'm not going to," Tonks said walking in and dropping gracelessly into a chair.
Fleur blushed a bit doubting that quite a bit. "Oui," she answered anyway.
"I'm not really in the need of a guard anymore at least not from the bloody Order." Harry noted with a little asperity. "I am quite capable of looking after myself."
"Then think of zis for our piece of minds," Fleur said soothingly.
"Hmm, though," Harry said looking at Tonks speculatively.
"Wot?"
"Do you like working for the Ministry," he asked gazing into her eyes enough to make her blush again.
"Not so much anymore," Tonks admitted after a moment of contemplation.
"How'd you like to work for me instead? I need, I think, a Body guard that can fit in with me wherever I go, and as I understand it that can be you. I also could do with a little battle magic training so that would be part of your duties as well. I'll pay you double what the Ministry pays you now, in fact make that triple because you'll be on call all the time. You'll also need to... upgrade your image a little to fit in around here."
Fleur snorted a laugh, ran a hand down her leg and snapped her garter belt from outside her skirt.
Harry's lips quivered as Tonks looked around for the source of the strange noise.
"This is all a bit sudden like Harry," Tonks said thoughtfully when she couldn't place the noise. "I mean I kinda like the idea, I could keep a proper eye on you then, and I don't mind training you none, but I made my career at the Ministry." Then she pursed her lips, drawing Harry's attention to them like a laser beam. "That's an awful lot of money though." She added with a wicked grin.
"I can afford it; you'd be expected to be alright in Muggle wear as you can see I'm even converting Fleur across."
"I did wonder where her robes were."
'Across the bedroom floor I think,' Fleur thought, with a partially hidden sexy grin.
"Well you'd have to lose yours as well as much as I love your image; it needs to change to smart professional gear, Muggle, especially around here. We'll get a covering robe for heading into Wizarding London or elsewhere - I've heard the Wizarding side of Paris is interesting."
Fleur smiled slightly. She'd told him about the high class brothels situated there which was probably the reason for his interest. Given what he could do to a woman she suspected the ladies of negotiable affection would end up paying him not to leave. Of course she would be there, just to make sure. In fact that thought got her rather hot and bothered. She recrossed her legs with a rasp of stockings on stockings and smiled at Harry's shark like grin.
"I can do that, I know what to get, something like that brunette - Natalie was wearing."
"Oh yes," Harry said with a beaming smile, "That'd do nicely."
Fleur laughed and snapped her garter again. Causing Tonks to look around, "What is that noise?"
"So interested then Tonks? There is one stipulation though you should consider before you think about saying yes."
"Oh dear," Tonks said.
"The Order, I don't want them finding out what I am doing; you've already said you won't tell them where I am, but I'll need an oath for that. Also to be employed by me there is a contract, this is mostly about standards of work and your salary and pension and all that business crap. My Accountant insists on everything going through the business and the central system she's going to set up. There'll be an expense account as well of course."
"It's alright Harry," Tonks said with a smile, "You've sweetened the pot enough, I'll take the job. I just need to hand in my resignation tomorrow, I have holiday they can have that as notice so I can start straight away."
"After you sign the contracts and make the oath," Harry replied with an easy smile.
"Oath now, Contracts tomorrow?"
"Fine, done deal," Harry said smiling again.
Tonks did her oath then to Harry's satisfaction.
* * *
Next Day, Potter Inc Offices
Amanda Greer walked into her new place of work on a new day; she had actually worked quite late the night before on trying to find the end of the pile of reams of paper work and actual accounting books going back more than a century. When her new boss had offered her a challenge she had not only gone for it she had leapt at it. Now she was wondering just how much of a challenge she had pulled down onto herself. The books last night had given her a good indication of just how bad things were and while she did wonder at the antiquated system she had been told by her cousin that in time all would be explained to her, if she met certain criteria. Frankly she did wonder what those criteria might be given that it was certain that her cousin was not only sleeping with the boss she was glowing from it. Then there was Jazz the other woman in the office who also glowed with the same radiance and that made Amanda wonder just what she had signed on for.
She was far from against the idea that was for sure, she had been instantly attracted to Harry Potter who was much younger than she had imagined but that didn't appear to matter at all. There was something indefinable about him that sang in her loins and her heart. Those eyes when they had been fixed on her were utterly fixed on her and very intent and it was quite breathtaking to behold. Then again she had once already gotten into trouble for an office assignation and was leery about doing it again. Her cousin of all people though seemed to want her to try something with Harry.
This was doubly strange as the two had been rather competitive about men growing up and had occasionally fallen out about them pretty nastily.
The fact that Natalie seemed to want to share 'her' man was odd, but the woman looked amazingly happy with it in fact she was radiant.
Amanda swung her case as she walked through the office towards 'her' office, which was something else new for her. Her heels clacked on the hard floor of the office itself, she had a propensity to wear pretty high heels when given her druthers and since the code was smart office wear she felt she could get away with them, and her long hair was in a wave down her back rather than in the steel hard bun she had worn for her interview. Frankly she was looking pretty good even if she did say so herself, with a figure hugging skirt to just above the knee and an equally form fitting blouse that fitted her bust like a second skin.
Her attention was drawn to her boss's door for a moment wondering if he was 'in' yet. There had been some very unusual noises muffled somewhat but familiar all the same the day before and then a blonde beauty had left looking rather mussed and flushed. In fact if Amanda had to guess she would say the woman had been fucked into a mindless stupor. This was now three women and counting that Harry had obviously gotten something going with, would she like to add herself to the number. The Jury was still out on that, attraction wasn't everything after all; there was how things looked to worry about here and her job of course if she decided to end things with him at some point. Though she did have a rather generous contract, that was iron glad, so he couldn't just fire her for not sleeping with him, not that he seemed the type.
Amanda reached her office and opened it with a genuine smile coming to her face. She had a few personal items in her case and the bag she had brought along for the occasion and planned on setting a few things out to brighten it up a little. She was also thinking about taking Harry up on his offer of a place to live as well, she had a peek at Natalie's apartment the day before and it was well... divine, though it did seem rather too large. She shook off that thought for a moment, laid her case on the desk within and then opened it with a dual clack of the locks snapping open. She took out a photo frame of her parents and Natalie at a family gathering when they were teenagers and placed it in a prominent place on her desk then quickly and methodically placed everything else she had in her case and bag.
Then she did a twirl in her office with a smile on her face, coming to a dead stop when she spotted her boss standing in her doorway openly admiring the view. "Happy with the office I take it," he asked with no sign of embarrassment at having been caught checking her out. Amanda on the other hand blushed lightly with just added a slight glow to her complexion that rather suited her.
"I am yes, thank you," she managed to say after a moment of her blush.
Harry walked into the office with a steady gait and looked around, "You know you can decorate it anyway you like right, you are essentially the VP in charge of the entire accounting department," he said then grinned, "Even if that is only one person, namely you, at the moment."
Amanda smiled a little wider at that, "I'd appreciate that," she said it was large enough an office that she could actually decorate it to her style and for it to work. It was a corner like office with a view of a rather nice garden. Of course she wasn't to know that view was an illusion, though Harry did intent on creating an outside for people to go to when they wished. They couldn't always eat inside after all, it would mostly be an illusion of course, the sky the clouds etc and the street beyond but he could make the area quite large if he wanted and get away with it. Some of the spells he had been reading about could grow a mature garden within days and he hadn't done any herbology magic in some time, not outside school to be certain. Then again he could recreate a version of Merlin's garden and anchor it, it wouldn't BE Merlin's garden of course, that was just for him and Natalie, but it would be as good.
Amanda looked to where Harry was looking at her window view and admired his strong profile for a moment when he wasn't looking, turn about was fair play after all and then her eyes over his powerful looking but slender form. Then she quickly averted her attention to his face. She really shouldn't be having those sorts of thoughts about her boss even if he did look good enough to eat in what appeared to be a dark suit tailored to him and an expensive one at that.
"I just wanted to check on how you were settling in," Harry said with a smile, "I won't hold up anymore of your time."
Amanda suddenly didn't want him to go, "Actually there was something I've been meaning to talk to you about." She said grasping for something and coming up with something she had realised the night before.
"Oh," Harry asked pleasantly.
"I've been looking over the books, and frankly in some cases things are as they should be, but in others I believe you are being robbed blind."
"That's not good, but I suspected as much, the various businesses weren't actually managed at all for quite some time, a long-long time in some cases. When I came into my inheritances I realised that there would be those that took advantage of that fact. What's your recommendation?"
"I think, that you need to ask a lawyer that question, and soon. I can put a stop to it from my end by the right paper work, but they should at the very least be paying damages and in most cases be removed of heir employ. There are some companies that deal with yours that are taking advantage of your pricing system which frankly needs to change."
"Mind if I sit," Harry asked suddenly.
Amanda walked around her desk and sat down herself, "Not at all."
Harry then also walked around her desk and perched his hip on it looking down at her, this forced Amanda to half turn and look at him. It was rather beguiling looking up into those eyes of his and he had quite the intense presence up close and personal. This also afforded Harry an unrivalled view down the front of her blouse and a rather closer view of her legs as her skirt had ridden up a fair bit. She really had the most wonderful body and he rather liked looking at it. He could sense that she wasn't entirely un-attracted to him, but something was holding her back right then, so he was content to just enjoy looking at her.
"So what do I need to do with my pricing system?"
"In some cases it needs to come down, though without looking at the market I don't know exactly how much but some of the prices don't seem competitive."
"On most of those businesses I have a monopoly in this area of the country we're talking about," Harry pointed out.
"Then put them all up a little, I think some of your prices haven't changed in 100 years and frankly that's awful business. Natalie can talk to you more on this than I can, but frankly something needs to be done."
"What about the one's taking advantage?"
"They need law suits filed, frankly its outright robbery in some cases best I can tell."
"So I need a lawyer."
"I did wonder if you had one, after all; my contract was professionally done."
"Yes it was, but I'm thinking we need something done in house. I think I will talk to Mike, or just go to his office shouting salaries out until someone say's yes, perhaps he's got someone looking for a change."
"Mike being the lawyer that set up those contract's for you?"
"Indeed, yes," Harry said with a nod.
"Won't he mind you poaching from his company?"
"Maybe, but I doubt it. He's a recent acquisition of mine actually, I own a fair percentage of his partnership through an old contact of mine, they recently needed a business loan and I helped them out, given he did those contracts for me."
"Then yes, I would say an in house lawyer was a very good idea." Amanda said with a nod.
"So, anything else I need to know."
In the end they talked for over two hours as Amanda described her concerns and they got onto the system he wanted her to design for him.
* * *
Mike Leery Law Group Offices
Harry was very quickly shown through to Mike Leery's office after he announced himself to the receptionist. Mike had let it be known that unless he was in a meeting or with a client that Harry should always been shown straight up. It wasn't the fact that he had helped them out when they had needed it that meant he had the VIP treatment, but the way he had innocently just played drawing with Mike's daughter, the little girl had adored him and as she was rather shy and insecure Mike had immediately liked Harry for being so good with his progeny. That ensured that if Harry wanted something that was in his power to give it, then he would get it, though the business help hadn't hurt either.
"Mike," Harry greeted with a smile as he walked into the large corner office that belonged to the king pin lawyer of that firm.
Mike himself was a middle aged man with black hair and greying temples which lent him a distinguished air and eyes like a hawk in both sharpness and colour. He was fit from a lot of tennis and tanned from a lot of golf and moved like a much younger man as he stood from behind his behemoth desk with an outstretched hand. The two met in the middle of the office and pumped each other's hands. "It's good to see you Harry, what can we do for you today?"
"Well, this is a bit of unusual request actually."
"Sounds ominous go on."
"I want one of your lawyers, I want them to be good and hungry and not one to back down from a challenge, and I figure you might have someone here that has a good grounding that might be looking for a change. I'd recompense you of course..."
Mike laughed, "You're asking to poach one of my best and brightest, why Harry how very convoluted of you."
"It's a gift."
"As it happens I might have someone, she's actually very new here, not long out of university but she's damn good, thing is she's definitely not a fit here, getting itchy feet from what I've been told. She's obviously looking for something from her company and we're not providing it. She's got a good grounding from Uni, but not a huge amount of practical experience."
"Okay sounds interesting so far." Harry said wondering how it was that everyone he employed was female so far and wondering if this was going to be yet another one. He sensed Aluria's hand in this, he had a feeling that the goddess had heard Natalie's theory and actually was trying to see that it happened. Of course ultimately the Chosen were up to Harry, and while so far he would gladly chose or had already chosen all his employee's he didn't know if this would continue to be the case.
"Frankly her image doesn't fit my old fuddy duddy ways either, she's got these dark streak in her hair that while attractive don't really fit in with the other's around her and given that she's ten years junior to just about everyone else here, your company might be a better fit for her. I believe she also has a tongue piecing though our office manager asked her to remove it when clients were around and as they are most of the time..."
"Sounds like my kind of weird." Harry said with a shrug, "Her only client would be me and my company, so I don't mind her personal style so much." In fact he was rather interested to see what kissing or better yet a blow job would be like with a tongue bar. Of course, his mind just worked like that these days, it was never far from sex in some form or another.
"I thought so, don't get me wrong it would be a shame to lose her, but frankly I'm going to anyway and this way I can do you a favour, and one day I'll expect you to repay it." Mike said with a shark like grin on his face.
"I'd do you a favour anyway Mike." Harry said with a pleasant smile. "You helped out an unknown even though I paid you, you didn't know me from Adam my company was a total mist at the time and helped anyway. I appreciate that."
"Harry you didn't just pay me, you paid through the nose." Mike felt he was honour bound to say.
"Oh I know that, you're a lawyer after all," Harry said with a grin.
Mike laughed and then walked back to his desk, "Take a seat Harry and I'll call Miss Clarence to visit us."
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Claire Clarence 21 year old Lawyer nibbled her full red lip with a little worry. She walked almost with a sense of dread towards the head honcho's office, somewhere she had not been called to before worry, walking slowly and with a measured gait. Her red and black 6 inch platform spike heels were steadily hitting the floor just the right length apart to get here there on time, but not too quickly. Had the old bitch of an office manager finally had enough and had a word with the boss about her. It was always something with that woman, if it wasn't her tongue bar, it was her hair, or the length of her skirt or even the shoes she was wearing there was always something. Claire was a free spirit and felt she had her own unique style and why did that matter in law; it wasn't like she was courtroom lawyer or anything. But the old bitch of a manager seemed to have it in for her, complaining about her all the time, calling her a strumpet behind her back, glaring at her legs when her skirt was supposedly too short or occasionally it was the streaks in her hair. Having graduated at the very top of her class for the year Claire felt she had earned her place at a company as prestigious as The Leery group, but the Office Manager Mrs Fairburrow didn't like her 'style' and felt it was not in fitting with the company.
Frankly Claire was beginning to feel that she was right, she was about ten years younger than the other lawyers there and didn't fit in with their stuffed shirt approach to things at all, she saw things with a slight angle they didn't and was often shushed at case meetings when she expressed an opinion and frankly she was getting sick of it, sick enough to leave.
That said she didn't want to be fired, because that would not look good on her CV at all. So she was worried about what this was about, because she certainly wasn't due to meet a client and she was far too junior to be handed a client by the boss.
She smoothed down her charcoal grey skirt, one of the supposedly far too short ones she liked to now wear to rile up Mrs Fairburrow and ran her hand through her hair. She wasn't far from Mr Leery's office now so she wanted to look her best when he sacked her for being a bad fit with his company.
She reached the door and knocked politely on it and almost seemed to hold her breath for a moment.
"Come," was called by Mr Leery himself and then she opened the door and walked in. She was faced by Mr Leery sat at his desk with a much younger man sat on the couch nearby. Her breath caught for a moment as the younger of the two was an absolute dish to her eyes, a little younger than her perhaps, but not overly so, amazingly bright green eyes which contrasted nicely with his black hair and the black expensively cut suit he was wearing. He stood and smiled charmingly at her as Mike Leery also stood and waved her towards a chair in front of the desk.
Her heels clicked across the hardwood floor of the corner office as she made her way across it and then sat neatly in the indicated chair.
There was a moment of silence and then Mr Leery began.
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As Mike talked Harry contemplated his possible hire. It was a constant source of amusement and joys to him that beautiful woman kept cropping up in his life. He wasn't sure what he had expected when hearing about Miss Clarence but she exceeded anything he had in his mind. She was rather elfin featured with dark makeup that really extenuated her rather dark brown eyes, her body was rather perfectly formed and while she was not even as tall as he was, her heels that shaped her very long looking legs made her at least his height. He could see why there was a bad fit with this company, her light blonde hair was streaked with black, which he thought was rather attractive and as she talked he could just make out the tongue bar that had been a bone of contention. Her skirt was rather short, making those long leg's of hers look even longer and frankly her heels would suit a risqué model rather than a lawyer. The woman had her own style though and he appreciated it a great deal. From what he could see she had a wonderful looking upper body hugged by a form fitting black blouse in a shirt style, but not remotely masculine in fit.
He had heard more about her from Mike while they had been waiting for her to arrive from the ground floor of the building. She had graduated the very top of not only her class but her entire year from her university and while it wasn't the best school it was certainly a decent one. Apparently she had a slightly different way of looking at cases as had been reported by her managers that Harry actually thought could be a boon to HIS business rather than a problem. Mike was a good guy, but as evidenced by the tongue bar comment, he was a little staid in his ways. Most of the company was like that from what Harry could tell.
Miss Clarence was sitting back in her chair looking rather shocked. "Am I being fired sir?"
"Not at all, rather this is a bit of a promotion, only it won't be at this company. This will allow you to work with a single client, a client I think you'll be a good match with Miss Clarence." Mike explained placating.
"Hmm," Claire said thinking it over, and then she glanced at this Harry Potter who was apparently the owner of said single client company. The fact that he was drop dead gorgeous was nearly enough to make her say yes, and she had noticed him taking her in from the corner of her eye. Of course she had been very carefully doing the same, while keeping up her conversation with her boss. "When would I start?"
This time it was Harry that spoke up, "How quickly can you clear out your desk?"
"That soon," she asked.
"Yes, and if you want it, the job comes with accommodation."
"Really," she said rather more interested by this point, she hated her rather tiny flat and she was on a fairly good wage. It was in a good are though and that made it expensive. "What's the rent like?"
"On the free side of cheap," Harry replied.
"So what does the company do," she asked finally.
"We're rather diversified," Harry said, "We handle a lot of things and are also an umbrella company for my various other concerns. The exact details of which would be covered by the NDA you would have to sign before joining on."
The young lawyer raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at that and looked at her perhaps soon to be ex boss.
He smiled, "I worked it myself, and it's some of my best work."
She knew that Mike Leery was very god at what he did, "Very well. I am certainly interested."
"I'm kinda looking for a yes or no at this point, I find myself in great need of a well grounded lawyer. That is well grounded in law, and you come highly recommended."
Mike smirked.
"I would want to at least view your premises, check over the NDA, perhaps then sign that and find out a little more about what I would be doing." Claire said looking serious.
Harry nodded slowly, "I can do that. Can you spare her for the rest of the day Mike?"
"Of course, and I won't make her work notice since it's you Harry."
Claire watched this interaction with great interest.
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Potter Inc Offices
One Taxi ride later and they arrived at an unassuming looking building that rather sank Claire's spirits. It didn't look at all impressive, not in the least. Was this purgatory, a form of punishment from Mr Leery and Mrs Fairburrow after all, it had sounded rather interesting but surely no business of worth could be housed in such an unassuming building. It was a nice enough looking place, Victorian made by the looks of it and as such an attractive building, but still what sort of company would base itself there.
Harry got out of the cab quickly and made his way to open the door for her, which brought a slight smile to her face. She stepped out of the cab noticing that Harry's eyes had taken her with appreciation, which should annoy her but for some reason did not. Then he paid the cab, tipped generously and they made the way to the equally unimpressive doorway.
He walked straight in; it was after all his building. They entered a reception area that Claire honestly hadn't expected and it lifted her spirits just slightly. It was professional and tasteful, but not yet anything to write home about. Then they went through a pair of double oak doors and suddenly she was much more impressed. Frankly the house had to go out at the back a LOT because the office space was huge, bigger than any two of the floors of the Leery Group. It was rather empty though and she was led past various desks that while they had computer equipment on them, did not look used at all.
Then she was led to a simple enough looking door and Harry smiled at her, "This would be your office." He said opening the door for her.
Right then and there almost set her mind for her, it was easily as big as Mike Leery's office and this would be hers? That was nearly worth it alone, she actually only had a cubicle at the Leery Group and not the best positioned one at that.
"So far, everyone has their own office, mine is across the way there." Harry went onto say. "We're very young as companies go and one of the things I would want you to do is actually file for us so we become a real company."
Claire thought that was strange it wasn't even a real company yet, mind you that was also exciting, and she would be getting in on the ground floor of a company. That could either have great advantages or the company could fail and suck on her CV.
"We're basically starting out as an incorporation of various companies I inherited," Harry said. She had already signed the NDA before leaving Mr Leery's office so she was in for the full spiel she was aware. "Most of those are not huge, but they make, or will when they are properly run, a great deal of money, I service a select area of the country and will pretty much run a monopoly on various producing companies including food, services and quite a bit else. You get familiarise yourself with the full structure when Natalie has finished making the chart, that is if you sign on with us. Natalie Greer is our Business Manager and is making great inroads into making the companies profitable with her business plan for each area. I came into a lot of various diverse businesses from my inheritances and she's combining it all under this company. However," he paused and smiled, leaning on the bare desk that would become hers. "That isn't all the company will be doing. I have various research projects on the table right now that will revolutionise several market sectors and of course that will need to be legally registered, copyrighted, and patented. That's something else you'd have to do. The mainstay to start with for you though would be suing the hell out of some of the companies that have been robbing me blind for in some cases centuries. Obviously if we can avoid expensive legal costs and come to some sort of understanding with them even better, but I know of one urh... chain that has gone out of their way to make my businesses suffer and them... well them I want to be shark bait."
Claire lost her breath at the wicked look in his eye at that. Up close and personal he was quite intoxicating and she'd always been a sucker for powerful men and this Harry Potter exuded power in waves. Obviously starting something with her boss was not a good idea and from a legal stand point could be sticky as hell, but damn she liked those eyes especially with that look in them. She smiled into his eyes and returned the wicked look, "My speciality," she said with a little purr to her tones.
"Perfect, now would you like to see the apartment I would offer you, then a tour of the facilities and all that?"
"Yes, I would thank you." She said in her slightly lilting Irish accent.
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One look was all it took, just a glance into the apartment that she would apparently get free and she was in love. It was HUGE, it was well decorated already and her stuff wouldn't even fill a corner of it, but she could always buy new stuff, they had talked money in the car briefly and she was aware that she was due to get a fair bit if she signed on, though not exactly how much. She knew it would be much more than she was currently earning though and on top of that she would have a dream apartment.
"What do you think," Harry said.
"Are you going to ask me to sleep with you," she said after a moment's thought.
"Urh... sorry what," Harry asked caught unawares.
"There has to be a catch," she said silently thinking that she probably would just go down on him there and then if he said yes. She wanted this job, she wanted this apartment and frankly she pretty much wanted to fuck him as well. She had never been shy about her sexuality, and frankly he was turning her on more than a little bit, and she REALLY liked those eyes.
"No catch," Harry said, "of any kind involved other than the fact that I really don't keep amazing office hours and you'll be expected to work like crazy."
She pursed her lips in thought aware that it had drawn Harry's gaze to their glistening puckered selves. "When do I start?"
"Right now," Harry said, "I have the paper work in my office; we need only put in your wage."
"Which will be exactly?"
"What are you on now?"
"40 thousand a year"
"Right well let's start at 120,000 a year and profit share as we get going."
At that point she had to stop herself from attaching her mouth to his lips. "That's some raise, are you sure I can't sleep with you."
Harry paused running that through his head again, "Pardon," he said eventually.
"I said are you sure I don't have to sleep with you."
He was pretty sure that's not what she had said, but never mind. "That... would be entirely up to you and would have nothing to do with work." He said with another wicked smile.
She smiled slightly then got more serious, "What about me, what about the way I look and the way I dress, what about the fact I have piecing or a couple of tattoo's. Is that going to be a problem?"
Harry looked her over wondering where she was hiding it all, "Not a problem at all, unless you expect me to get inked." He added the last with a grin.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," she said with a more than slightly saucy smile. "So my ... unique style doesn't matter to you at all?"
"It's part of who you are, so it's fine with me."
"Dress code," she asked finally.
"Pretty much what you're wearing now"
"Including the short skirt," she asked slightly teasingly she was happy when he didn't back down.
"That most of all"
"I will go back to the office then and tidy out my desk, I will have to sign some papers there and then when I get back we can sign your papers, I'm afraid legally it has to be in that order."
"Of course, then let me call you a taxi." Harry paused, quirked a grin and said, "You're a taxi."
Clair collapsed into a giggling fit at the unexpected corny joke.
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Leery Group
Claire Clarence packed her office belongings, which didn't amount to much at the end of the day into a filing box she had gotten from the old bat, aka, office manager. The bitch appeared to be glad to know she was going but looked a little put out when Claire had told her how good her job was going to be and the free accommodation and the nice offices and everything else that the petty part of Claire's mind could come up with. That had been very fun, she had not of course mentioned hot steaming hot that she found her boss to be, but did derive some satisfaction from knowing that she would be working with that eye candy soon and that old bitch would be looking at the somewhat unilaterally nerdy looking guys in the office. She was sure the old bitch was sexually frustrated and that was why she didn't like the fact that Claire herself was overtly sexual in her attitude and dress.
Either way she didn't take long to pack her things away, it wasn't much really some mementos and the alike she had used to brighten up the cubicle she had been working in. She would have to get some things from home to make her new HUGE office her own. OF course she would have to get her 'home' to put in the apartment she was getting, and come to think of it, the entire flat could probably fit into what would become her new living room.
Then she picked up the box, and then placed it down again, her brow furrowed in thought. Something was going through her mind at that point and she was slightly worried about the possible repercussions. She was going to fuck Harry, she was certain of that point and frankly she would like to do it and get it out of her system. Of course that could become a problem, but she hadn't wanted a man this much in her life, usually it was the other way around of course. It was as well to get it out of her system and then continue on with a free mind and she wasn't a fan of UST either and if she didn't just fuck him blind there would be plenty of that building.
No she was going to have sex with the man, but should she do it before she signed her contract and then make it clear that it was a onetime only thing? That seemed like the best way to her somewhat lust addled mind. There was something bewitching about this Harry Potter that sang to her inner lust. She licked her lips thinking about it for a moment. Then she picked up her box again, her mind set.
She would offer herself, stipulate the terms, and then if that didn't work out, well she could always find another job. At least she was free of her Leery Group contract in a way that didn't affect her CV.
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Potter Inc
Harry looked up as his door was gently knocked on, then called out, "Come in," loud enough for it to carry through the thick door.
Claire Clarence walked in carrying a box with some things in it which she placed to the side and smiled, "I'm done."
"Excellent, I have the paper work ready for you to sign, and have already added your salary in."
Then Claire closed the door behind her, and then to Harry's surprise locked it. He raised a brow at the move wondering what the hell was going on, perhaps she had something private to discuss?
"There is something... pressing I want to talk about first." Claire said, taking a seat on the chair opposite him and crossing one impossible long leg over the other.
Harry eyed them for a brief moment of time wondering, 'Those must account for more than 60% of her height'. The heels helped obviously but they were also just plain long, well shaped though, slender with just enough tone to make them drool worthy in his not so humble opinion. The fact that her skirt was to mid thigh as well, just enhanced the image of their length.
"So what can I do for you?"
"Well," she said, "There's something I want to do before I sign my contact, and this is a onetime only offer."
"Sounds interesting," Harry noted.
"I want to have sex with you, right here, right now before I sign up. Then that's it, nothing else, this is before I am employed by you and frankly it's to relieve something that's been building since I met you. I want to start free and clear from any unnecessary unresolved sexual tension and I think this is the best way to do that."
"You're rather forthright aren't you?" Harry said hiding the happy grin he wanted to sport at the thought of having her bent over his desk.
"I believe in getting things out there, this way there is no misunderstanding."
"Well I was told you were unconventional and this certainly proves that assertion."
"So... what do you think I won't be offended if you say no, or are in a relationship or the alike?"
"I'm not going to say no."
"Wonderful," she said standing up her dark eyes fixed on him. Then she crawled up onto his desk, hiking her skirt up to show even more thigh and then to Harry's slightly suspicious but happy gaze, the tops of her rather well hidden stockings. They were dark grey in colour to match her skirt and were stretched to her garter belt. It was a more than slightly enticing sight to say the least. She crawled towards his position and placed a hand on his chest pushing slightly.
Harry scooted back, rolling his chair back a little and allowed her some freedom to move. She used this extra room to reach down and unbuckle his belt with nimble fingers her eyes very dark with lust. She looked up at him, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and a slight smile on her fire engine red lips her white teeth contrasting starkly. "I thought I'd start with a blow job. Frankly when you showed me the apartment I nearly gave you head then and there."
"Shame you didn't." Harry noted as she drew down the zipper on his fly. Then she parted his trousers and reached out, balancing on one hand and curled a small hand around his girth. Her eyes lit up as she got a handful and she quickly pulled him out to visually verify what she was feeling.
"Oh my god," she breathed almost reverently.
"Still sure about this being a onetime thing," Harry said with confidence. He had to say he liked her, a lot, already, he liked her up front attitude for starters and the intelligence in her eyes and the slightly shocked look there at that moment in time. He liked her look he liked her style and he even liked the streaks in her hair.
"Urh..." Claire said not sounding half as sure as she had a moment ago. "Hmm," she breathed reverently as Harry grew in her small hand, she shifted forward on the desk, holding her legs up and balancing on her knees. Then she moved forward to rest a hand on his thigh while the other began to move steadily up and down his length slowly teasing it to full hardness. "Don't you feel light headed at all," she asked her voice a little filled with wonder.
"No I'm feeling rather turned on at the moment. I was rather pleased when you walked into Mikes Office, but I have to say I'm much more pleased right not with you doing that."
"Hmm, perhaps we could allow some wriggle room on my verbal contract I just issued."
Harry smiled, reaching out and tucking her hair behind a delicate ear. He tipped her chin up with a crooked finger and looked into her bottomless dark eyes. "I think I can allow that."
She smiled sexily at him then ducked her head down and leaned forward more, in danger of falling forward, but bringing her pretty mouth directly next to his pulsating manhood. She licked her lips then gently kissed his crown, her soft mouth working over the smooth skin of his crown with almost delicate care. It felt wonderful to Harry to say the least and he groaned with appreciation as the move.
"I'm not sure I'm going to get my mouth round this," she breathed more talking to herself than to Harry but as her lips were directly in contact with his crown the sensations of her lips moving in the shape of the wards made it twitch in her grip.
"I have a feeling you're not one to shy away from a challenge." Harry said his voice a few octaves lower than normal.
"Oh... I'm not," she breathed again her soft mouth moving wonderfully on his cock head. Then her tongue just lashed around the tip of his cock for a single brief moment in time, sending a thrill through Harry's body and making him smile in a self satisfied way. He eyed her form dangling over the desk and giving him an unrivalled view of a very nice arse sticking up in the air his eyes glinting with carnal intent. This woman, he was going to fuck stupid he had decided, it had been intense with Fleur, it had been wonderful with all his women, but his one he was going to fuck until she begged him to stop. Because he wanted to convince her to really joint them, as in become one of his chosen because he just had a feeling about her and most of all because he wanted this to happen on a regular basis.
Her mouth opened wide, his crown slipping into the furnace like heat of her intelligent mouth; her lips worked around its girth her tongue toying with its tip as she began to suck. Harry smiled again, feeling on top of the world. Her reached out and tucked her hair back from her face again, he wanted to see himself entering that woman's mouth and she even twisted to the side slightly for him to see better. He saw his crown bulging against the side of her mouth distorting it slightly as it pressed against the moist heat of it his eyes electric with desire. It was an intensely erotic sight and since he had been thinking about her doing just that, it made it all the better.
She hummed on his cock sending a further pulse of pleasure swimming up through his balls into his body and then twisted her head slightly from side to side as she sucked powerfully on him. SO far she only had his crown in her mouth but it felt amazing. Her hand worked hastily up and down his shaft as she sucked as hard as she was able and then slowly pushed a little further down. Her head meeting her lips with an extra twist adding to his pleasure. Her lips were splayed around his girth in a most attractive and sexy way to Harry's view and then she pulled back up again her dark eyes twinkling with sexual desire.
"That's a fucking big cock," she said breathing a little fast.
"Thank you."
"But can you use it." She asked with a hint of challenge in her eyes.
"Allow me to prove my ability to you," Harry said with a gleam in his eyes. Her hand was still working its miracle on him and then stopped. She pulled back, kneeling up on the desk and looked at him, waiting for him to make a move.
"First," Harry said, "I'm going to eat your pussy. So I want you on that desk leg's spread as wide as they'll go."
Claire felt a tremble at his commanding tone, but just smirked at him for a moment making him wait slightly, but eventually she did indeed do as she was told. She shifted around so she was sat on the desk and then placed a hand on either thigh and pushed her legs apart. Further and further they went to Harry's impressed gaze. "That's impressive," he noted, "Almost as good as Jazz."
"Who's Jazz?"
"Public Relations"
"Do you fuck all your staff?"
"So far most of them," Harry noted with a happy smile.
"I'm going to LIKE working here," she said with an equally happy smile.
"I thought this was one time only."
"It will be unless you're really good with your tongue." She said spreading her long legs a little further apart and then bringing them up and hooking her high heels on the edge of the desk.
Harry stood, his trousers dropping as he did so his eyes dark with lust. Then he pushed on her chest slightly, "You're going to want to lie down."
Claire pursed her lips at him but leaned back on her elbows her eyes still challenging.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Harry said running her hands up from her slender ankles and all the way up her amazingly long legs until he hit her thighs. Then he smiled when he hit stockings tops. "I love these things." He told her.
"Prove your worth and I'll wear them all the time for you and even prove it daily. If you are as good as I feel you are I'll start your day off by bending over your desk with my skirt up over my arse."
"That's just going to get you fucked every single time."
"That would be a problem why," she asked, "Now - prove your worth."
"Who's the boss here exactly," he asked with a dark chuckle.
"Oh you; definitely you, once you've proven yourself to me I'll gladly be your little office whore, as long as it doesn't affect my job."
Harry smiled and changed positions so he came face to face with a naked and shaven pussy already puffy with desire, the musk of her scent hit him full on and he smiled, "You don't wear knickers?"
"Never," she said.
He took a closer look, "Is that a piercing on your clit."
"Sure is, and I like to play with it, feels great. Does that put you off, it does some men."
He reached out and gave it a little flick, she spasmed slightly a loud gasp coming from her mouth. "Not at all," he said and then ducked his head between her thighs, his tongue flicking the clit bar and sending her jangling again. He then moved his attentions a little lower, his tongue separating her labia with a practised move that made her moan in appreciation. A forced a tiny bit of magic up his body from his core, which he imagined about half way up, through his central nervous system and then into his tongue while sending some to his hands, which were resting on her inner thighs. He then flicked his charged up tongue on her silvered clit bar. This time her vocal reaction was very much louder as an amazingly intense feeling of pleasure swam up her system and exploded into her mind virtually shattering her thoughts and the semi sarcastic comment she had been about to make to smithereens.
"Oh my fucking god," she breathed hoarsely, "That was amazing. Do it again!"
"Still trying to be the boss," he chided with amusement.
"Please I'll let you do anything you like to me, just do it again, I nearly came from just that."
"Oh you're going to cum for me alright; before I let you out of the door you locked you're going to bed me to stop making you cum." Harry promised with a darkly sexual tone.
She trembled partly at his tone and partly in anticipation because she knew, she just knew that not only did he mean every word but he could do it as well. Frankly she did not have a problem with that. "All I hear is yak-yak," she said though her breathing was still ragged from the pleasure he had already caused and that took quite a lot out of the impact of the words.
Harry pressed his lips against her now moist outer labia, pushed his tongue deep as it would go and rotated it around licking her inner walls still with magic pulsing from it. Her hands went to the edges of the desk in a white knuckled grip, her legs sagged even wider apart and her mouth gaped open in a silent gasp of ultimate bliss her eyes were wide with shock, flashing their dark depths to the world and her chest was heaving hard. "FUUUUUCCCKKK," she drawled out when she had regained enough breath to make an utterance. Her elbows no longer could hold her up and she fell back on the desk with a muffled thump her head hanging backwards over it as she literally came twice in quick succession.
Then Harry did it again, just to make her scream, which she did with utmost volume and ultimate satisfaction as another orgasm washed her brains into a scattering again. Her took a better grip on her thighs lifting them to his shoulders as he moved forward, no longer able to hold them in place as he turned his attention to her clit bar, his tongue dancing on it. His hands worked their way down her inner thigh and then he shifted so he was able to stiffen his fingers and insert them in her heated core. She let out a lovely sounding moan that came from deep within her and hit Harry right in the libido as his fingers slid into her wonderfully tight pussy; he hooked them slightly and then pulled his magic directly into her most sensitive of areas.
Her knuckles turned even whiter and she felt like she was falling off the edge of the earth and was holding on for dear might. She couldn't scream, she could barely breath as sheer pleasure tore through her conscious thought like a tsunami washing aside all rational thought for as long as it lasted, leaving her floating in pure bliss and absolute erotic heaven.
Harry pulsed his magic three times; in time to pumping his fingers into her tight snatch, her body convulsing in pleasure as he did so. He kept the levels lower than orgasm level but he knew she would be riding on a pleasure high at that point. Of course the idea was to convince her of his veracity and also to make damn sure this would happen regularly. He rather fancied her after all and of late, he liked to get what he wanted he was becoming rather spoiled in that.
The beautiful woman sprawled on his desk was his latest need, his latest want and he wanted her as much as any of his ladies and this time he was taking no chances, he was going to have her.
"Fuck," she virtually squeaked as Harry had allowed her a moment to collect herself.
Harry pulled himself out from between her lovely legs and looked down her trembling body at her. Then he half frowned when he realised she was still fully dressed. To that end he stood up as she was still collecting herself and started to work the buttons on her blouse. More and more lightly tanned skin was revealed and each inch enticed him more. She really did have a lovely body; the light tan on her skin gave her an inner glow look that he rather liked. He ran his hand over her flat slightly toned stomach and up between her brassiere encased breasts. For her size and body type they were absolutely perfect.
Her parted her blouse and looked down at her admiring the lines of her tight body and then worked the zipper on her grey skirt and worked it over the swell of her hips and then down those wonderfully long legs of hers and eventually, after getting a little tangled on her heels, he threw it over the back of his chair. The Bra posed a bit of a problem for him, she instead he cupped her breasts from the top down and eased her wonderfully shaped orbs out of the bra and shifted it down to sit under them. This had the side effect of posing them rather attractively and also temptingly as well.
He then put a knee up on the desk and loomed over her. By this point she was looking up at him with a frankly adoring gaze with some wonderment in her eyes. He moved his head down to her breast, smiling when he saw the nipple bar through the left hand nipple which he tongued, taking his time doing so. She sighed in contentment and then shuddered as he leaked a little magic into his tongue and directly into her sensitive nub of flesh.
Claire looked down at the top of his head; her eyes wide with wonderment, no man she had ever been with had given her such sheer pleasure in her life. She was starting to think to hell with what she had said before she would actually bend over his desk every day at the start of work and let him fuck her. She would love doing it as well, because she had already cum several times and he hadn't even put that wonderful meat into her yet. She suspected when he did she might actually lose her mind with pleasure. Frankly his tongue on her nipple toying with her nipple bar was bringing her close again and while she had it done because she liked it and heard they enhanced the pleasure, she had never felt this good from that. His hand meandered lazily across her body tracing a pleasurable fire upon her skin that just enhanced her feelings of sheer bliss and a smile came unbidden to her face. Luckily he was taking it easy on her for the moment so she was able to say, "To the hells with my verbal contract, not worth the paper it was written on."
Harry chuckled against her soft breast, pausing for a moment and looking up at her. "I'm glad to hear you say that, because I want you fully invested in this company."
"Oh, I am," she said nodding her head up and down given the position she was in, "Oh boy am I."
Harry smiled, the reached downwards, lightly touching her all too sensitive pussy for a flicker of time that still made her gasp and shudder and then took himself in hand. He moved up the desk a little, and held himself up with an arm made powerful by doing just this sort of thing. He guided himself to her hot entrance and pressed his crown parting her outer lips just a little and rubbing it up and down her length. This in turn caused her to virtually purr at him. Then with a movement of his hips he breached her, making her eyes go wide in shock and look a little dazed. "Oh fuck me," she breathed her tone laced with sexuality.
"I'm about to, still trying to be boss?"
"Oh my god no, I'm so yours now, for as long as you'll have me."
Harry bucked his hips towards her, sending himself several inches further into her beautiful body and making her yelp in delight. "That's what I wanted to hear."
"Oh please, please fuck me, fuck me like a dirty, dirty whore."
"Oh really," he said his glinting.
"I'm your whore." She breathed, utterly enraptured by him by this point.
"My Whore," he repeated sounding like he liked that idea.
"Do what you want with me. Fuck me like a whore - fuck me over this desk, under it around it out in the street I don't care, but please fuck me."
Harry flexed his hips again causing her to cry out in pleasure, her entire body appearing to blush for a moment and her nipples to significantly darken, her nipple bar appeared to stand out more as they tightened and he couldn't resist flicking it with his tongue.
"AIYEE," she screamed fluttering hard around his girth, and wrapping her long legs around his back holding him tightly where he was if not forcing him a little deeper.
"Did my dirty little whore just cum again," he breathed his tone darkly intense and sexually charged.
"Hmmm hmmm," she managed her eyes squeezed shut to stop her from fainting from the spinning room. Harry pushed himself deeper into her molten core, revelling in her pussy milking him as she continued to orgasm as hard as before.
"That's a nice tight pussy you have whore," he told her his tone still dark, commanding and she felt very sexy.
"Your pussy now," she breathed her voice not much more than above a pant.
"Yes it is," Harry noted sinking a little deeper into her as she spasmed around his cock again, her thighs tensing around his middle back, her heels clanking together behind him. Then he pulled slowly back out of her body making her sound off a long drawn out moan with each and every inch she lost of him. Then he pushed back into her achingly slowly and then rammed the final depth he had set himself causing her to yelp like a bird and her molten pussy to flutter and milk him all over again.
Then he breasts began to bounce beautifully as he began to slowly but with building speed pump in and out of her willing body her entire form shivered and trembled as he gave her more and more pleasure until she thought she couldn't take it anymore, her body sawing back and forth across the desk with the power of his thrusts, her legs swaying behind him and her impossibly high heels clacking together with each thrust.
Claire's eyes seemed to be freewheeling in her head and she knew only intense and mind boggling pleasure as he fucked her like it was his entire reason in life. He just kept going and frankly she didn't know nor care how but he kept going until she was literally becoming unhinged with pleasure. Her breasts swaying and bobbing as he fucked her harder and harder somehow never missing his depth marker while all the while pulling more and more pleasure from her delectable tight body.
She was covered in sweat, her hair was a mess, her eyes were wide and dazed and she wondered if the pleasure would ever end and half hoped it would and would not. It was the quandary of her current existence, could she take anymore but did she ever want it to stop. It felt like the orgasms were becoming one long soul shattering existence changing wave of pleasure crashing against the rocks of her consciousness and more came, over and over driving her to the cliffs and the heights of pure bliss floating on a white cloud of sexual joy.
Claire didn't remember how this had started, she barely even remembered her name, all she knew was this was her new god, and she would worship him forever.
"I want your arse," he growled his voice rough with desire and effort.
"Okay," she relied weakly willing to give him anything, absolutely anything he wanted as long as she lived.
He pulled out of her fast, but not so fast as to overly shock her system, and she relaxed her legs from the virtual death grip they had become. He then gripped her by the waist and pulled her to the edge of the desk and up into a sitting position. He then pulled her blouse off her body and undid her bra with a flick of his fingers, it sagged off her body but she barely even noticed it. His head reached down and he sucked on one almost painfully sensitive nipple and made her gasp in pleasure again. She didn't know how he was doing it, but god would it never end, it was almost too much. Then he bodily turned her around so she was facing the desk and pushed gently on her shapely back. She obligingly went bent over the desk her very shapely arse sticking upwards for his viewing and best angle pleasure.
She vaguely heard him whisper something and then a wonderful sensation actually managed to swim up her over pleasured body and she felt something change down low. Then there was a pressure at her hole and she held the desk tightly, knowing that what was to come might not feel too good.
Oh how she was wrong, it didn't hurt when he entered her at all, he seemed to seamlessly stretch her dirty hole effortlessly sinking deep into the intensely hot depths of her arse holding her waist in a tight grip. It felt amazing to her, and that was different, it felt good and she was really enjoying it and that was much different than the one time she had allowed anyone to try this. Of course the bastard hadn't cared he was hurting her, but Harry was being gently and as roughly as he had demanded her butt pleasure he wasn't being greedy taking it. She felt full, and that felt right, in fact she was getting a really good buzz from having him in her arse so she pushed herself back against him, hoping for more of the same feeling. As pleasured as she already felt this was mostly for him, and she wanted him to enjoy it, she stood slightly pushing herself up with her arms and looked over her shoulder at him, the look in her eyes devastating. "Take me dirty hole, treat me like your whore," she told him her voice rough with desire and then she wriggled her arse a little and pressed back even harder.
Harry grunted in pleasure, held her hips and started to pump in and out of her forbidden entrance. He pumped hard and fast, content to let the spell take care of the lubrication, cleaning and everything else for him including making sure he didn't hurt her. He easily bottomed out in her arse pumping with building passion it was tighter though drier than a pussy, but somehow the hint of the forbidden about it just made it naught and great. It felt amazing and he pumped his hips against her but cheeks, making them wobble a little with a meaty slap of flesh on flesh.
"Fuck my hole like the whore I am for you," Clair announced her breathing ragged and her voice hoarse. "Do you want me to suck he dirty hole off of you when you're done."
Harry grunted pumping her a little faster, then reached around her body, as she was still half standing and toyed with her clit bar. She shuddered and shook against him, increasing his pleasure exponentially her cry of pleasure sending him close to the edge himself. He continued his frenzied thrusts into her tight warm hole as he fiddled with her clit and the bar through it until he felt her clench which in turn sent him over the edge. He pulled quickly out of her and pushed her forward. She went without complaint face planting on the desk as he shot stream after stream of his cum over her shapely buttocks and lower back, over and over like a porn star until he was finally spent.
There breathing was jointly ragged for a very long moment until finally with wobbly legs Claire turned and looked at him, her eyes reverent. "Please god; do me all the time. Make me your whore; I promise to always do anything you want, never fire me; I'll work for sex but never stop making me feel so good."
Harry smiled, moved in close, picked her up by the arse, letting her long legs wrap around him as he did so and kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth and then as they broke the kiss he said, "You've not begged me yet," and walked over to the wall and pressed her against it.
"Oh god," she breathed looking slightly amazed as she felt his already rock hard cock separate her vaginal walls and muscle its way deep into her still overly sensitive pussy.
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Potter Inc.
Harry walked out of his office feeling rather elated, in the end Claire had actually begged him, and of course she had also begged him to never stop, please stop, and to never stop. Either way he had done it and he had felt the bond of the Chosen go through and it had worked, as he understood it that meant that she wanted him as well. That always pleased him to find out for sure like that. He walked out of his office door and then came to a stumbling stop.
He was no longer in Potter Inc Offices of that he was fairly sure. Now admittedly he'd just had some rather good sex, but this was someplace else entirely. It looked like a Greek pantheon copy only on the nth degree, the columns larger and more impressive and it felt otherworldly. There as a pervading whiteness to it all, including a strange mist that swept around his feet. But there was power here, oh so very much power.
"Hello," he called out wondering if anyone was going to answer.
Aluria appeared before him with a wide welcoming smile on her face. Harry smiled in return he hadn't seen her in too long in his estimation and she was a sight for sore eyes. "Welcome...to my realm."
"Wow, nice place you have here," Harry said with a grin. "I thought I couldn't come here."
"You can now; I have gained a measure of power in your realm, and such that I could bring you here for a short time rather than coming down to visit you. After all you never come visit me."
"I would if I knew how," Harry said leadingly.
"I suspect you'll come to it soon, nice dimension you made there."
"That wasn't just me."
"No, Magic and I helped with the power, but the design of the spell was all you my Darling Harry."
Harry blushed at the implied praise there and quickly changed the subject, "So other than to visit why I am in your realm?"
"I wanted to show it to you I will admit," Aluria said and with a wave of her hand she created what used to be called a fainting couch by some and sat on one end, the end with the high back and patted the place beside her. Not having to be told twice Harry quickly sat beside her and was surprised when she angled him to lie down with his head in her lap. Her dark eyes smiled down into his rather stunned ones her lips full and rosy. "In this place, we can touch."
"That's amazing," he said, "Though we've touched before."
"Only the briefest of moments, for shame, and only when I had something to impart. Did you like the gift I gave you and Fleur?"
"Oh yes, very much, though it was damn wicked of you."
"It worked didn't it, I knew she wanted you after all, she just needed a little push. Her lustful desire for the size of your rather impressive cock saw to that, but oddly I need to talk to you about that," Aluria said.
"You want to talk about my cock?"
"Yes, it's too large for some women you know that right," she asked, "I mean there are what's known as porn stars with smaller cocks."
Harry blushed vividly.
"I can help you there," she said seriously, "I will make it the perfect fit for the woman it's inside, whatever hole you decide to put it in, not all women are as talented at sword swallowing as Natalie, or as adaptable as Fleur's rather intelligent pussy."
Harry's eye twitched as he was sat in an astoundingly beautiful woman's lap talking about blow jobs and pussy's.
"Is Mr Darling Harry getting turned on? Tough, get here on your own and I will do to you, what you are doing to your ladies." Aluria promised her eyes glinting darkly with desire.
Harry's mirrored hers for a moment and then he sighed, "Not even a hint of how?"
"You are teaching yourself about dimensions, this is merely a dimension, you just have to learn how to aim Harry."
"I don't usually get complaints."
"Well strictly speaking the cum is supposed to go inside the body, not over a face or arse My Darling."
"Well, that's no fun."
"There are other things I need to impart and as fun as flirting with you is, and it really is. We don't have a lot of time." She said combing her hand softly through his unruly hair. This soothed Harry far too much for the simplicity of the act itself. "There is someone you must meet, tomorrow, be in Knockturn Alley."
"That's it, that's all I get."
"That's it."
"That's not even that cryptic," Harry said slightly shocked.
"The time comes towards the end of the summer and your mundane existence, soon you will begin to select from a different pool of women. I wanted to hasten your possible choices before you run out of time. But trust me Harry; be in Knockturn Alley, around midday tomorrow."
"Sure, you've not led me wrong so far, but I gotta ask you something."
"Go on, but be quick."
"There is a lot of really beautiful entering my life at the moment; I seem to be running into them wherever I go... Is that you?"
"Not entirely, occasionally I give you a nudge in the right direction or purely because it titillates you so much I whisper in their ear what they could perhaps wear that day, but you are honestly attracting them yourself."
"Cool," Harry said with a smile, then noticed Aluria's distracted look, "Do I have to go?"
"You do," she replied with a sigh.
Harry concentrated hard for a moment, reaching out with every sense he had, including magically, trying to indentify this place uniquely from all the other places there were just as Aluria reached down and kissed him gently on the lips and he disappeared from her realm.
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AN:
That's it for OC's being added for the moment, perhaps either until the end of this book, or in the next one. I thought you'd like to know that given that some of you don't like them all that much. There are a couple of roles to be filled at the office, but for the moment at least I have enough to be going on with. There's not a LOT of Book One left, and then it'll be back to Hogwarts 'sort of' though you can expect him to get around staying on school grounds. This book is already bigger than the original book one and I think is a much better story, I hope you agree and please let me know what you think via the usual methods. This one, has for the moment really caught my attention and has veered along way off the course of the original story. I think it's better for it though and I hope again that you agree.