Author's note that you can totally skip if you don't want to listen to me ramble. I. Am. So. Overwhelmed. Just fuck. 45 reviews on one chapter? I didn't expect ten, and somehow the repeat readers I see, and new readers always surprise me and make me so incredibly happy. The follows are crazy, and I am so shocked. Thank you so much for reading my stripper story. 3 Fun fact - it was meant to be my sugar daddy tomione, but that wasn't what happened. I don't reply to all reviewers because I think I creep them out. But to the reader who said that they hadn't had high expectations (let's be honest, y'all, this plot is wildy OOC.) , THANK YOU for the wonderful comment of telling me how you liked my Hermione.
And to the other that really had my eyes watering because I am a baby, thank you for the incredible compliment that you had seen this trope, but this was a well written fic.
Chapter Two
She learned that Astoria was fine when she got home that night, her teeth chattering and clacking together as she rushed into their flat. Daphne had been sitting on the sofa, sprawled out in a lingerie set. Hermione faltered, looking around slowly. "Is someone else here?" She whispered.
Daphne laughed, "No, why do you look like a ninja?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm hunched over because it's fucking cold outside, you bint. I'm trying to keep myself warm."
"You look ridiculous."
"You're one to talk! Just who were you waiting for at three a.m.?" Hermione ripped her scarf over her head, throwing into over the back of their recliner. She kicked her heels off, wishing she'd slipped her trainers back on before rushing out of the club.
Daphne flicked through the channels on the television lazily. "Just you, love." Her best friend grinned as she parted her legs, flashing Hermione her bare pussy.
"For fucks sake, fuck off." Hermione groaned. "I'm taking a bath; don't bother me." Her voice echoed as she made her way down the hallway. She opened a cupboard, grabbing two towels, and a robe from inside of it - a robe that was not hers. "Did you use my robe?" Silence. "You bitch, that's my favorite."
"It looks better on me!" Daphne argued flippantly. "Or off of me really. Also, mind if I join you in the tub."
Hermione groaned, poking her head around the corner. "You're insufferable. You're just bringing that up because of one time, and that doesn't even count. It was a threesome!"
Her friend scoffed. "My arse it doesn't count. I seem to recall a time that we fucked in your bed -"
"It was your birthday, and we'd had far too much to drink, Daph. I love you, I do, but I don't love fucking you. And also -," she snapped, remembering the events of that Monday. "You didn't bloody tell me that Malfoy punched Ron!"
She waved her off. "You hung up on me."
Hermione snapped a towel at her, the end of popping against the blonde's arse cheek as she snuck up behind her. "You were trying to detail having Draco's cock in my mouth, and someone walked into the dressing room. Of course I hung up on you."
She shrugged, a subtle roll of her shoulders. "Shall I remind you of it again? No, okay then." Daphne cut off when Hermione twisted her towel again. "Cormac rang earlier. He called me because you weren't answering."
"I'll text him while I'm in the bath."
"Don't send him a picture of your tits, Granger."
She did anyway. Stripping after flipping the lock into place behind her, she held her phone out, lifting her chin so it wasn't in the photo. As much as she enjoyed acting on this side of her, she'd rather photos of herself naked body not be plastered everywhere when she did finally settle down into a real career when her prime for dancing was over.
The no photography rule inside of the club was non-negotiable. As was the rule where they couldn't discuss the patrons there, whether it be like her case with Ron and Daphne - her own best friend couldn't tell her that he was watching these women strip -, or that you knew one of the guests was definitely cheating on their spouse. It wasn't their business.
Setting her phone on the shelf beside the tub, Hermione sank into the hot water, gasping as it rocked against her. Cormac replied nearly immediately, with a series of emoticons that made her snort.
Why the fuck do you have to send me that when I'm already at work?
What can I say? I like to tease. Daph said you called, sorry I was still at the club.
She'd known he was switching to a night shift this week, and it was partly why she rested her ankles on the edge of the tub, taking another tantalizing photograph as the bubbles covered the one place he'd want to see. Hermione sent it. The only thing that would have made her night better was a bottle, not a glass, of wine. But she knew that while Daph would bring it to her, she was likely to throw herself in the tub just to embarrass Hermione.
So she settled for the compliments given to her, and when the phone rang, she answered breathlessly. "Hello?"
"What are you doing?" Cormac laughed on the other side of the line.
Hermione's fingertips grazed her nipple. "I'm sitting in the tub, but you already know that. What are you doing?" She pinched the hard nub, rolling in between her fingers with a light gasp.
"Sitting in my car on a break, but it sounds like you're having more fun than me. Tell me, Hermione, what did you do to make yourself make that noise?"
Her laugh was bubbly, and in the end, she came over her fingers twice, and Cormac was left to wank as quickly as possible before he had to return to work. "Next time - in person."
She nodded even though he couldn't see it. "I'll call you."
Hermione had told herself on several occasions that if she didn't have bad luck, she wouldn't have any luck at all. Fridays were good nights for her. Systematically it was hard for them get fucked up from the moment her fingers wrapped around the pole on the center stage. From the opposite pole, Daphne winked at her, swinging around it. Working alongside her best friend, it made for an enjoyable night, every night.
Slowly walking around the pole, hooking her ankle around the stainless steel before she flipped herself upside down, Hermione thought it was going to be another fantastic Friday, but slowly it went downhill. The routine was great; there was something freeing about rotating her hips, and getting out of her head for several hours.
And then again - her ex boyfriend fucked it all up.
Hermione was upside down when the double doors to the club slammed open, and Theo was hot on his heels. Daphne's eyes connected with her own, and Hermione shook her head, mouthing, "Keep going." It was a bloody Friday, Hermione repeated to herself. The second Friday of the month, which was when Draco let the two girls share the center stage, and fuck, the money was so much better when there was two of them.
It wasn't like they were shagging center stage, but Hermione didn't mind giving the illusion that they would. Hermione dropped off of the stage, smirking at a brunette man who leaned back in his seat as she straddled him. "Hello," he breathed.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Hermione smiled innocently as she laid her arms over his shoulders. "Hi." She said, and okay, maybe she was laying it on a little thick because Ron was turning red in the face. The "no touching" rule wasn't so strictly enforced, but seeing Draco cross his arms across the room made her tilt er head to the side.
"Fuck," the man beneath her groaned as she rotated her hips. He didn't touch her save for when his fingers grazed her hips as he slipped bills into the side of the scrap that she barely called knickers. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" He looked as if he wanted to reach out for her as she stepped away.
She laughed lightly, spinning and bending over in front of him, pressing her arms together to showcase her tits. "No, not really. I believe in lust at first sight." Hermione left him with that, taking a few steps backwards as she set on the edge of the stage, before tucking her legs beneath her and standing.
Hermione eyed Ron warily as he took a seat. Looking over his unruly red hair, she bit her lip as she looked at Draco, nodding towards her ex.
Draco shook his head.
It was nothing - working in front of him. If she were honest, it was a power trip to show him what he'd let go. Though she realized, just not right now, that she would have never had this chance if she'd stayed with him.
It was a topless club, one of the facts that made this establishment stand out over any of the others in London. Now at first, she hated it, but confidence was a powerful thing, and it was just as addicting as any drug. So whenever Hermione did reach behind her back to tug on the string of her bra, it was on her terms.
Daphne followed her lead every last time, and the other dancers were too busy thinking they were prudes. Hermione acknowledged that she had that reputation, that Hermione Granger couldn't be a stripper because she was too busy guarding the lock on her chastity belt. It made her laugh because she was bloody certain that she'd done things that would make anyone else blush.
No, she was fucking smart. Waiting was the smartest choice. Hermione tugged on the flimsy string, letting her hair fall over her shoulder. Each man that eyed her hungrily, wishing they were getting to run their hands over her skin, wishing they could pin her on her back - or maybe they'd rather have her on her knees - was painfully hard.
They weren't paying attention to their money anymore; not that they cared as she spun on a pole in front of them, locking her legs around it, and flipping herself upside down. The small bills turned into larger bills, and the 'oh, just one drink - my wife will kill me if I come home pissed again' mentality vanished.
She winked toward Draco, and he gave her a stubborn smirk.
Truth was, she was probably the best goddamn thing that ever happened to this club. And with Daphne recognizing her strategy, and working as two parts no matter where they were, Fridays were always their most busy days.
Somehow Hermione doubted Malfoy was upset either, considering he made more than any other day of the month when it came done to every Friday.
It was after that, that her day had gone downhill.
Ron didn't so much as breathe a word in her direction, but it bothered her that he was here at all. All sorts of things ran through her head. She carried mace in her handbag, but she seriously doubted he would follow her outside anyway.
After hopping off of the stage for a break, and rolling her ankle because she wasn't watching where she was going, she went to find her boss. Hermione hadn't bothered with her top - like it mattered anyway. Plus she might have misplaced it, but she wasn't going to admit it.
Malfoy was leaned against the bar, clutching a tumbler in his hand in which amber liquid sloshed around. "I'll make him leave if he makes you uncomfortable." Was what he opened with, and Hermione sat in the stool beside him.
She shrugged, her breasts shaking with the movement. "It's not so much that I'm uncomfortable. Why is he here? What reason does he have beyond bothering me? Honestly, I'm surprised you would let him be here at all after last week. Not only did he injure one of your employees, he hit you, Draco."
He slammed his glass on the bar harder than he should have, and she jumped, her shoulders stiffening. "Would you like to tell me how to run my club, or would you like to do your job, which is dancing on that stage, Granger, not giving lap dances."
She arched an eyebrow. "You've certainly never complained what I did before, Malfoy." She stressed his name in anger. "What I came over here to tell you was that I don't particularly like Ron being here, but not only because he's my ex boyfriend, but because he was abusive, and I am scared of him." Hermione slapped her hand against the counter, glaring at him. "No matter how much I convince you that I'm not afraid of him, you'd do well to remember that I am. "
"Shite, Hermione, wait," he grabbed her wrist, his fingertips warm against her pulse point. "Just go back to the dressing room, yeah? I'll come get you when Weasley is gone. I was going to let him follow the three strike policy, but if you-"
"I don't need you to protect me," She grumbled.
His hand rested on her shoulder. "Go to the back, and let me get rid of him. I should have made him leave immediately, but,"
"He's a paying guest, or whatever," she offered.
"It's not that." Draco insisted. "I was being a prick. Just go on."
Hermione could see that something was wrong when she made her way out to her car, and her car was tilted. Because someone - Ron, obviously - had slashed her tires. Groaning to herself, she looked around the parking lot. Daph had already left ahead of her, taking a ride home from Theo. There was only one more car in the lot, and it was Draco's.
She shoved her hands into the pockets of her oversized jogger, making her way back inside of the Shrieking Shack to wait in the warmth. "Malfoy?" Hermione called, slipping into his office.
He didn't glance up at her. "What are you still doing here? I would have thought you'd be out of here already - are you crying?" There was a shuffling as he moved papers around. "What the fuck made you cry?"
She laughed, choking on the lump in her throat. "I'm not infallible, you know. I still have feelings." Hermione threw her handbag in one of the chairs, and slumped into the other one. "It was probably Ron, but my tires are slashed."
His eyes widened, and there was a thud against the underside of his desk. She assumed his fist had slammed into it. "Fucking Weasley, I'll call,"
"Don't bother," she mumbled, looking down at her phone. "I don't want to fuck with it, Draco. I needed to take my car to the shop this week anyway. The heat's gone out, so it's just another thing."
"That's ridiculous, but we can revisit that. Do you want me to take you home? I can log all of this in the morning."
Hermione took one look at the massive load of receipts from the registers. "When are you going to upgrade to electronic logging? This is a ton of unnecessary work."
He stared at her. "Would you like to take over booking?"
Shaking her head, she told him "Not that I'm conceited, but I'm fairly certain you would lose money if you took me off the floor."
"That's an exchange I'd be willing to make." He grumbled under his breath. "Do you want me to take you home?" Draco repeated.
Do you mind picking me up from the club? I know it's your night off. She tapped send, not bothering to unload the rest of her problems on Cormac. "Maybe, depends on what reply I get." She set her cell phone on the desk. "Are you doing anything I can help you with?"
He thrust a file in her face. "Would you mind alphabetizing it while you're waiting?" Hermione ignored how he snapped at her, and leaned back in her chair, flipping through papers while organizing them by last name. "Cormac replied to you."
She gaped at him. "Don't read my text messages."
"Don't leave your phone where I can read them then." He laughed, throwing a file against his desk. "Really? Cormac? His idea of a pick up line is what will you do to make it worth my while."
Hermione's nose crinkled. "I'm not calling him for his pickup lines, Malfoy." She muttered, handing a file back to him and taking the next. "What do you care about who I'm fucking in my personal time? It's not like he's a guest here."
"He has been in the past."
She shrugged. "So what? He could still be going to a topless club, and I couldn't care less."
Draco leveled a look at her. "I thought the two of you were dating."
She choked on her laugh. "Fuck no." Hermione gasped for air. "Where did you hear that? Probably Daph, but no. Cormac and I would never work. We're compatible for one thing, and it's not literature, or art, or education, or anything else."
"Oh? And what is it you're compatible for?"
Hermione crossed her arms over the edge of the desk, laying her head down. It might have been because she wouldn't have to make eye contact with him. "We're compatible for hard fucking, and after the night I've had, well." She shrugged,.
"Don't fall asleep on my desk, Granger." He grumbled, tapping his pen against the top of her head. And since she'd laid her head down, she didn't notice the sharp way his eyes narrowed.
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P.S I swear on all that is holy there is more dramione next chapter, and some...other stuff. You'll see.