She didn't answer for a moment despite knowing she would accept. She had done too much to stop the mission at this point…
"As you wish, sir," she gasped. His hands loosened, which gave her a chance to stand up. She turned to look toward the door, partly to contemplate an escape, partly to hide her reflection from revealing everything.
As she did so, Mr. White played with his phone, which annoyed Hermione quite a bit, until she noticed the lights suddenly dimming, followed by a sudden sensual song, each beat accompanied by a rumbling bass that echoed her out-of-control heart.
And suddenly, the office turned into a strip club…
Her last chance, she realized. Once she sat back, her opportunity to stop things would be gone. But doing so would betray the mission…
And worse, betray her own body. She had never felt this way, with a burning heat in her core, bubbling ceaselessly… She never wanted anything like this … never needed it that much.
What was the harm, she reasoned. He didn't know even know her true name, and she doubted she could be recognized in this state even if she did. She was different here… And just like that, even before she turned back, her decision was made.
She turned toward him slowly and took a step forward. "As you wish, sir," she whispered, the throaty despair in her tone perfectly acceptable. Then, she turned her back, pushed her ass out, and started swaying her hips.
Even as she did so, her gaze was on the mirror, unable to recognize the woman that was staring back. That only sent a tingle through her core as she turned once more. His attention was on her skirt, which danced with her sudden movement, revealing even more of her body, the expression of attention on his face enough to push her mind into deep chaos.
Her hips continued pushing as she put her leg on the couch, pumping forward rhythmically, a move she never imagined herself doing before, but under the steady beat of the music, her body felt liberated.
Her hands ran up her hips, moving in front of her until she was cupping the underside of her breasts, pushing her cleavage even further. Her body swayed as she spread her legs apart in preparation for leaning forward, unable to keep herself from imagining what would have happened if she had more than more watchers.
She closed her eyes, imagining the cheers of the people, begging for her to get naked, which send shivers through her body. This was for the mission, she repeated in her mind again and again, but that didn't make the imagined cheers go away.
She slid her palms down once again as she turned away once more, this time slipping under her skirt to push it up, revealing her almost bare ass. Then, the inspiration hit, and she bent down, grabbing her ankles, and pointing her almost bare ass to her temporary boss.
The move pushed her flexibility to the limit, enough to make her legs burn painfully, but the exhilaration she was feeling was impossible to be denied. She continued to sway as she once again stood upright. Her eyes were closed, not daring to check the mirror.
She doubted she could handle it if he wasn't paying attention.
She swayed with her back turned for a minute, not daring. "You're a Gryffindor, act like it," Hermione whispered herself, her voice soft enough to disappear into the bass of the song. Then, she turned and opened her eyes.
Only to see him fully focused on her. It scared her, but along with that, came excitement. She grabbed her sexy shirt, and with a move, got rid of it, leaving the task of hiding her breasts in her bra. A task that the item wasn't exactly suited for, confirmed by his growing smile.
Hermione felt daring and brave… "Well, sir. I remember you asking for a lap dance," she whispered as she turned back once more, but this time, she leaned back… Until she felt a presence underneath.
Far bigger than she had expected.
Her eyes were wide. She might even consider escaping if it wasn't for his hands, already on her belly, keeping her in place. He didn't hold her hard, it was barely a touch, but the presence of his fingers was still enough to feel like unbreakable chains.
She was in very big trouble, but that didn't prevent her hips from rocking as her crotch stayed tightly against his bulge. She was glad that he was dressed, as her panties might as well not exist under the circumstances, getting wetter by every second.
That was enough, she decided as she grabbed his wrists, intent on pushing them away. Her body rebelled, and she found herself dragging them down, and they ended on her hips.
His hands moved, and her hips followed his wordless order, rocking her hips back and forth. Her back arched even as she found herself pressing against his chest. His incredibly muscular chest, apparent even through his layers, didn't help her mind to cool down.
Nor did his head, suddenly nestled against her neck, delivering his breath against her skin, help.
Her hands slowly moved up to her chest, squeezing her tits through the bra, the touch enough to enflame her body even more. Yet, she was transfixed. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't paid attention when one of his hands climbed up her back, tracing her spine. The sensation was amazing, but nothing compared to the burning of her core.
That turned out to be a mistake. Before she could even realize it, he had already unhooked her bra and pulled it away, leaving her even more naked than she had been a moment before, slipping away from her fingers.
And just like that, her hands were there to cover her breasts rather than tease them. She grabbed them hard in panic, which made them moan, his chuckle to her ear enough to drive her crazy.
"T-the skirt stays on," she found herself whispering. "Please?"
Another chuckle. "Please, what?" he asked, his hand landing her ass in a playful spank.
The answer was automatic. "Please, sir," she found herself whispering.
"Very good, I promise, the skirt stays on," he said. "Now, about a reward, why don't you pull those hands away so I could enjoy your beautiful breasts…"
Hermione followed that order, hypnotized. After all, it was only fair
Rising up, she again bent down and whispered something into one of the other guys' ears and he eagerly nodded, the song slowly ending. Her hips rocked hard, the movement swaying her bare breasts.
Her gaze turned to the mirror, unable to believe what she was seeing. Here she was, almost naked, grinding on a stranger's lap, her expression more whoreish than anything she had seen. Not only she lost control, but also her willpower to do anything about the situation.
As the music played, his hands slowly climbed up. "You seem to be having trouble being topless," he whispered.
"A little, sir," she answered, unable to muster a lie.
"Let me help, then," he whispered back, and his hands covered her breasts just like hers had been doing a moment ago, which hardly helped her burning mood. He caressed her breasts gently, his touch burning her skin, making her wish for more and more.
She would have loved to say that he was not exactly helping her to keep them covered with his fingers, but she found out the words were hard to come by.
As he caressed her breasts, her hips danced wildly, following the earlier order of his hands even when they were busy with something else. The emotions rose, leaving her gasping and panting, and soon, she closed her eyes once more, hoping that not seeing what was going on would help her to control her emotions.
It did not, not when his fingers played with her nipples mercilessly, his bulge present under her. Her control was shot to smithereens as he continued stroking her breasts, her nipples hard.
With a sudden burst of instinct, she stood up, expecting to be stopped, but to her surprise, he had not done something like that. She was free to leave…
Too bad she was too far gone to take that. She was more aroused than she ever felt in her life, so she just turned and sat on his lap once more, this time face-to-face. His lips were tempting, but she ignored that.
Even under the circumstances, it felt like a step too far.
Instead, she grabbed his neck, wrapped her legs around her waist, and arched her back as she rocked desperately, the sunglasses the only thing preventing eye contact. They needed to go, she decided as she grabbed and pulled his glasses.
A mistake, she realized the moment she was hit by his eyes. Candy was right, she found herself thinking as she found herself looking at the greenest eyes she had ever laid her gaze on, almost with a magical glow.
Even worse — better, a voice disagreed in her, much better — they were clouded with an arousal she had never felt before. The fact that the arousal was pointed at her was enough to steal her breath completely.
Lost in his gaze, she barely reacted as he lay her against the couch, on her back, or when her legs somehow ended up on his shoulders…
She only reacted when she felt his fingers around her panties, pulling them up. "You promised, sir," she found herself gasping.
"Yes, and I don't break promises," he answered, his smirk damnable enough without the mischievous glint of the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. "And what was my promise."
The realization hit her. "The skirt stays on, sir," she admitted, defeated by a simple technicality. She lost…
Yet, just asking him to stop didn't even occur to her…