It was late evening and she had reluctantly returned to the establishment. She hated that she was in a position which forced her to do something like this to get ahead in life. They were supposed to have gone behind that. But no, she had no choice. And she dreaded it. Yes, the mistress of the house had told her that it would be anonymous, but how accurate where her promises? And if they scammed her into prostitution, then she wouldn't be able to sue them without revealing the deal she had gotten herself into. And that was an instant career killer should this deal truly bring her ahead. She had a bad feeling about this.
When she had come back to the Weasley's she had felt angry at herself for even considering to it, but then she overheard that the Weasley's tried to scrap enough galleons to send Ginny back to Hogwarts until Harry stepped in and told them that he would pay for his fiancé's tuition at Hogwarts as the Weasley's still had to beaver hard in order to pay off the house restoration from a few years back. They couldn't support her. She wished that she could somehow get in contact with her ever-elusive grandmother from her father's side but knew that this was impossible. She had only known about her existence, but a severe falling out between her father and his mother long before she had been born, had severed any contact. But her father had always been mum on that. So, she only knew that this woman existed somewhere if she was still alive, but she had no idea about her name or whereabouts or if she even knew that her son had perished. On the one hand, she wished someone from her family to talk to, but on the other hand, she was too scared to even contemplate what the outcome of this conversation would be.
Now she reluctantly trailed behind the hostess, who had taken it upon herself to begin her education in the "fine arts of passion" as she called it. Hermione's instinct still screamed to run away before it was too late, but she ignored it. She needed the money. Taking a job in the muggle world was not possible anymore without any documentation or bank account. And that insufferable woman knew it! They stopped in front of one of the familiar one-way mirrors, which gave them perfect sight of the room and the bed. Her hostess/boss conjured two cushy black leather seats and asked her to take a seat. Hermione half-heartedly sat down at the edge of the cushy red chair.
Two individuals entered. One middle-aged male in a dark suit and dark cloak and one female with natural blonde hair.
"Now, he is a client who prefers the classical basic positions during intercourse. Which makes him the perfect candidate to introduce you to them." The dame of the house began lecturing her and Hermione fought hard not to cover her eyes. Wasn't sex something to do in private? This was so strange!
"Do they know that they are watched?" she enquired with wavering voice and was only greeted with a dark chuckle.
"Carmina knows that it is a possibility, of course. Yet our clients don't know about it. But there is one room which they can book if they want to be watched."
"How big is that …establishment anyway. It looked so tiny from the outside." Hermione wondered at hearing the last information. The madame of the house just laughed heartily at her wondering face. "Looks can be very deceiving, my dear. This is one of the oldest buildings in Diagon Alley. Our history goes far back to ancient times."
Hermione's gaze dropped when Carmina slowly began to undress the male. His cloak was the first that he eagerly shrugged off. The blond's soft hands were roaming his body, biting and kissing him as one part of his clothing was discarded after the other.
"Oh, aren't you a delight." The dame chuckled as she tried to shield her eyes and ordered Hermione to watch closely.
Carmina opened her red silk robe and discarded it on the floor. She was trailing kisses up and down his neck while running her right hand up and down the man's manhood. He moaned once and eagerly stirred her towards the bed which she eagerly lied back onto. Swiftly following he hovered over her for a moment and grasped his manhood and carefully slid into her drawing an excited gasp from his partner who spread her legs to allow him entry.
"Well, this position comes naturally to anyone. Even beginners like you." She began her lecture and Hermione listened intently. She just needed to block out what this was about. As long as the other woman kept her lecturing tone, she could memorize it. "You can say that everyone starts with this position. It allows the man to be in the superior position over the woman. Something that most of our clients prefer."
"As you can see Carmina lies on her back spreading her legs open to allow her partner some entry. The man positions himself on top in between her legs and penetrates her."
Hermione observed how Carmina put her head back and let several moans escape her heated lips.
"The advantages are that it's very easy to do, both partners can look at one another and enjoy how they look as they both feel pleasure. You'll find out that this is a real turn on and especially men who love a more aggressive position, this one ranks pretty high on their list."
"You mentioned advantages, so there are probably also disadvantages." Hermione rasped clasping her legs together as she wasn't unaffected by the skilful display before her. Carmina was lifting her legs, bent them and clasped them over the man's hips.
"Indeed." The other female nodded. "Well, as you can see the position limits a woman's range of motion as the male partner usually does all the work. It might also not provide enough stimulation to your clitoris and might hinder you from reaching your orgasm. Then there is the problem that if the man takes too much time to come, as some of our elder costumers, the entire position might get uncomfortable and it can be tiring for them to hold their weight up with their arms. And if the man is too excited this position could aggravate issues of premature ejaculation."
Hermione fought hard to keep her breathing steady as the man's strokes became more heated and Carmina's moans stronger.
"As you can see, Carmina adjusted their position by clasping her feet over his hip. If you watch closely, you'll realize that her bottom is slightly raised, and she now rocks with the motions of our client. This allows for a deeper penetration and allows her to take part in the action. Theoretically, she could also raise her legs or put them on his shoulders."
"She is changing the angles of penetrations with that, doesn't she?" Hermione rasped hoarsely trying to avert her gaze as the motion of the two participants became erratic until the man stilled and groaned. His face contorting, before he rolled to the side. Breathing heavily.
"Well, done Carmina." The madame of the house mused as both participants were catching their breaths. Hermione had crossed her legs, but she could feel that she had grown quite damp.
Carmina recovered sooner and grasped the man's penis running her hand up and down his shaft. Hermione could see that she soon took it into her mouth and slid up and down humming and groaning while keeping her gaze locked with her client who moaned with renewed excitement.
He laid back onto his back and Carmina straddled him spreading her legs before she lowered herself slowly onto his newly erected manhood. He groaned buckling upwards, but she just put her hands onto his shoulders and slowly moved up and downwards his shaft.
"Ah, another favourite position of his." Her boss told her relishing in Hermione's squirming sight.
"This position allows the man to relax thus avoiding premature ejaculation, thus making you last longer in bed. She does love to tease him, doesn't she? This time Carmina is in control and she can enjoy the experience, whichever way she likes often becomes a fulfilling orgasm. She can control how deep the penetration is and how fast the pace should be. As you can see it gives the man two free hands!"
The guest fondled Carmina's breasts, seemed to stimulate her further as her motions became more forceful and her hoarse moans had gradually turned into small cries, echoed by the man underneath her.
"Are there any cons to this position?" Hermione enquired trying to keep her breathing in check. Her own breasts felt swollen.
"Well, the partner on top does all the work and eventually tires quickly. It also takes some practice so that the woman can learn how to polish her movements to include clitoral stimulation as not all orgasms are reached via penetration you know" the lady winked at her. And most importantly. "This position requires a really rock-hard erection."
"Which is why she was giving him a blow job in between the positions?" Hermione enquired and the other nodded.
"Exactly, After the ejaculation the men's penises usually soften and need to be hardened again. And it is not a position you should begin intercourse with."
Hermione nodded taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. The movements had become erratic again with both participants moaning loudly. Perhaps she could do this. But what if the lady of the house just showed her the capable clients.
"This is an intense position and may not be a good one if the woman is not yet that wet."
Both participants cried out loudly and stilled. The man groaned loudly again. Both were fighting to catch their breaths again.
"Well, no wonder Carmina is that well booked." The lady smacked her lips.
Carmina was whispering something to her client and he eagerly nodded. Never leaving her out of his gaze. Both stood up and she positioned herself on all fours in a kneeling position on the bed facing the mirror. Hermione's eyes became wide. It almost looked as if the participating female was gazing directly at them. A moment later she realized that the client probably wanted to see himself performing in the mirror. He kneeled behind her and slowly entered her from behind. Carmina threw her head back and arched her back.
"He came twice already with the two other positions. Is this normal?" Hermione wonders a bit afraid and the Lady laughs out loudly.
"No, not necessarily. We have a one or two clients who are virile enough to perform that well with the right partner and without enhancements, both of them are very anxious about your auction, but all the other ones are invited to get some drinks before engaging.
"Spiked drinks, I take it?" Hermione mused.
"Naturally, It makes them proud to perform that well here." She blinked conspiratorially. "And it's what makes them come back to us."
"In other words, you just pimp their male ego." Hermione responded drily.
"Of course." The elder lady nodded. "It is a business after all. A business which relies on pleasure."
The sweating client was clearly enjoying himself, while Carmina met his heated strokes eagerly. His hands were roaming over her exposed back and fondling with her breasts.
"She is arching her back to allow him a better angle of penetration. It can even lead to G-Spot orgasms." There was a dreamy look on her instructor's face. "It's very easy to do and if you have a client with smaller penis sizes, this is a very good position. It also allows you to stimulate your own clit."
Hermione wanted to jump up and run away. Desire was spreading through her entire body. Carmina's face was flushed as she met the heated strokes of her client and the movements had become more erratic again. Hermione could hear the flesh of both participants hitting against each other, mixed with the sweet sound of their moans and ecstatic cries. His hands had now wandered to Carmina's hips.
"Ah, he is almost there." The lady of the house commented. "The position has a bit of a reputation for being kind of rough. Dominating men like it that way."
With one final trust he came a third time, groaning heavily and pinning Carmina to the bed as her legs gave out. Both of them were catching their breath. But Hermione could see that this time he was entirely spent.
"Ah, well. He's done for." Her boss told her standing up. "Another happy client."
Hermione nodded pressing her legs together as she wobbly stood up. The other woman smirked knowingly at her.
"Well, now we need to begin working on you, my dear." She stated. "Your hair needs to be cut and tamed, your body prepared. Manicure, pedicure, peeling for the body and skin. We need to present you in a few days after all. So, it's best if we begin with your hair today. Please follow me."
As the footsteps died down a shadow was getting out from his hiding place behind another panel. He was a silent partner, of this establishment, but he owned the majority of it and when he had been informed of their new acquisition, he had felt a curiosity, which he hadn't felt in a very long time. She was a fierce war hero, a fierce fighter with fiery spirit, had bested his son all through Hogwarts with her intellect and persistence. But her squirming innocence, which she had displayed earlier, was delightful. He intended to win her with this auction. He always got what he wanted. They would just play it right. And it was finally something that he would be able to hold against her.