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The Star Hotel was a gem from the 1890s, exuding wealth and mysticism. Its three floors housed only twelve rooms, each lavishly decorated and exclusively reserved for esteemed, often high-profile guests.
At the entrance, a discreetly placed recording sphere captured Harry Potter's face as he pressed a button with his wand. Reveling in the warmth of summer, he delighted in the refreshing breeze that provided respite from the scorching sunrays above the city streets.
A melodious gong resonated, allowing Harry to pass through the gilded entrance doors. Inside, his footsteps echoed on the polished marble floors. Elaborately carved mahogany panels adorned the walls of the foyer, while a magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting vibrant streaks of light that danced through the crystals.
The reception consisted of a simple desk with a high-backed chair behind it. Hotel courtesies towards Muggles were limited to a computer monitor resting on the table. Freshly cut flowers adorned vases on the desk, permeating the air with a delicate floral fragrance reminiscent of elegant perfumes.
Before his conversation through the fireplace, Harry sought information about the hotel from acquaintances. The available information was scarce but provided insights into the fact that this establishment catered to individuals who never bothered to inquire about prices before making a purchase.
Despite his research, Harry still felt somewhat unprepared for the surroundings. Growing up in a cupboard under the stairs and currently residing in a Muggle motel, a place like Star was an entirely unfamiliar experience.
"You must be Harry," a seductive voice exclaimed, capturing Harry's attention. He turned around to find Bellatrix Black, the hotel owner, reclining on an antique chaise longue. Her dark, wavy hair framed porcelain skin and ruby-red lips. Clad in an elegant black dress that accentuated her curves, Bellatrix was attention-grabbing. The low-cut front of the dress showcased her ample cleavage, with a single ruby pendant suspended between her breasts.
At 45 years old, Bellatrix Black resembled an actress from the golden era of 1950s Hollywood. Her eyes danced mischievously as she assessed Harry from head to toe.
"Sit, Harry," she purred, patting the space beside her. "Let's get to know each other better."
Feeling exposed in his inexpensive suit, Harry shyly took a seat. Bellatrix's gaze lingered momentarily on his attire, delicately grooming her carefully manicured brow before shifting her focus to his eyes. Though he maintained a composed and focused demeanor under her scrutiny, internally he felt like a fish out of water in such an extravagant setting.
"Before we begin, I'd like to get acquainted with you," she remarked. "I reached out to your previous place of employment, but they declined to provide any information."
"I expected as much," Harry sighed, shaking his head with a tinge of sadness.
"Tell me about your previous job," she inquired, leaning closer, her perfume wafting an enchanting scent into Harry's nostrils. "What were your responsibilities, and why did you leave? Tell me in your own words, darling."
Darling? Harry wondered. Did she address all her employees like that?
"Well, as I mentioned during our fireplace conversation, I worked as a bouncer at a pub near Hogwarts," Harry replied, trying to maintain eye contact while resisting the temptation to glance at her décolletage.
"Interesting. What happened?" She seemed intrigued.
"One night, a drunken Hogwarts boy attacked me, so I defended myself," Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "Turned out, he was the son of an important Ministry representative. The pub wanted to avoid trouble, so they kicked me out."
To Harry's surprise, Bellatrix patted his thigh as if they were old friends.
"Good for you," Bellatrix exclaimed with a mischievous smile. "Seems like that scoundrel got what he deserved."
Her approval sent a wave of excitement through Harry, easing his nerves. The way she effortlessly used the word "scoundrel" excited him, starkly contrasting with her refined demeanor. The intimate way she spoke to him surpassed his expectations after their earlier cool and formal conversation through the fireplace.
Bellatrix surprised him once again, leaning closer, her warm breath caressing his ear as she whispered conspiratorially, "And now, Harry, you belong to us. Our caretaker."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied, suddenly aware of their closeness.
"Feeling a bit apprehensive?" Bellatrix teased, smiling playfully. "It must be quite a new situation for you."
"Maybe a little," Harry admitted.
"That's good. It means you care," she remarked. "Let's move on to your duties now. It's important to get to the point quickly. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
Bellatrix smiled at him, folding her hands on her knees and diverting his gaze to her long legs and the black heels she wore.
"At the Star Hotel, our guests expect a certain level of service," Bellatrix explained. "As a concierge, you'll be responsible for providing exceptional service to our esteemed clients."
She gestured around the lavish lobby, emphasizing the grandeur of the building. Her nails were painted a deep red shade that matched the ruby pendant nestled between her breasts.
"This hotel has a rich and captivating history," Bellatrix continued. "It was built in 1891, back when the city was full of possibilities. Initially, it served as quite a risky establishment—a brothel hidden in the shadow of changing powers."
She paused, savoring the weight of her words before continuing.
Unfortunately, in the 1950s, a fire devastated the hotel, reducing it to ashes. However, the spirit of the hotel refused to be extinguished. Like a phoenix, it was rebuilt from the charred remains. For several decades, it functioned as a modest furniture store. But in 1984, my mother encouraged me to acquire this place and restore its lost glory. We had a shared vision of a women-only hotel, where our guests could feel completely at ease in their surroundings. Sadly, my mother passed away before the renovation was completed. Every day, I feel her presence within these walls."
Bellatrix's gaze lingered on the elegant architecture surrounding them, a testament to her vision and dedication.
"It's an incredible story," Harry remarked.
Bellatrix nodded, a smile of recognition appearing on her lips. She seemed pleased with Harry's inspiring reaction to Star Hotel's history.
Taking a deep breath, Bellatrix refocused on the matter at hand.
"We have only three floors and twelve rooms, but our guests have high expectations. You must do everything to meet their needs," Bellatrix explained, authority evident in her voice.
Harry nodded, wanting to demonstrate his readiness to fulfill her expectations. Bellatrix proceeded to outline his working hours, from 6 p.m. to midnight, with on-call duties until 9 a.m. when Frank, the day shift manager, arrived. His work schedule would cover Wednesday to Sunday, with Monday and Tuesday as days off.
"Remember, our guests value discretion and personalized attention. Always address them by name, anticipate their needs, and never hesitate to offer assistance or recommendations," Bellatrix emphasized.
"Understood," Harry replied, his tone conveying understanding and readiness to fulfill his duties.
"Excellent. Now, if you have no further questions, I'll show you how the reception operates."
"Well, I actually have a question, Bellatrix," Harry interjected.
"Amelio. I insist," she corrected with a gentle smile.
"Bellatrix," Harry conceded, adjusting his wording. "How is it legal for Star Hotel to cater exclusively to women? Isn't that a discriminatory policy?"
Bellatrix's smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth that seemed to gleam in the dim light. "You're quite inquisitive, Harry. That's a very astute question."
Harry wasn't sure if she was patronizing him or impressed. Bellatrix had a demeanor that took pleasure in unsettling people. Perhaps she enjoyed toying with younger men. At only 23 years old, Harry had encountered enough experienced older women in clubs to recognize one when he saw her. And Bellatrix Black was a top-tier predator.
"In response to your question, we don't cater to a wide public," Bellatrix explained. "Our hotel serves a network of private clubs and organizations. All our guests are either members of these clubs or have personal access to them."
"Fascinating. So, most of your guests are regular patrons?" Harry inquired.
"Indeed. Many of them stay for extended periods, sometimes weeks or even months. They come here seeking privacy and an escape from the mundane. We don't provide typical hotel amenities or dining options. We are more of a private residence than a conventional hotel," Bellatrix clarified.
"I understand," Harry acknowledged, considering the unique concept.
"Any other questions?" Bellatrix asked, piercing him with her penetrating gaze.
"No, I think that's all, Bellatrix," Harry replied.
"Amelio," she corrected him. "Address me as Mrs. Black, and perhaps I'll have to give you a little slap, darling."
Harry's mind conjured up numerous responses for this alluring woman. However, he chose to simply nod and adjust his jacket.
"I'm ready to continue," Harry informed her.
"Perfect," she responded. "Allow me to introduce you to Frank."
Bellatrix led Harry to the reception area, where a tall, silver-haired man with a warm smile appeared at the door. The timing of his arrival made Harry wonder how he knew he was being sought after—anticipating the boss's needs, a skill he would have to develop quickly if he wanted to succeed in this job.
"Frank, this is Harry, our new concierge," Bellatrix introduced him.
"Ah, fresh blood! Welcome aboard, Harry," greeted Frank, extending his hand. Harry couldn't help but notice the strength in Frank's grip, reminiscent of Malfoy. His friendly and genuine demeanor immediately put Harry at ease. It was evident why Bellatrix chose him as the primary liaison between Star Hotel and its guests.
"Pleasure to meet you, Frank. I look forward to working with you," Harry warmly replied.
"Harry, let me show you our security system," Bellatrix interjected, gesturing towards screens displaying various angles of surveillance cameras both inside and outside the hotel. "We have transmitting and recording spheres placed at the entrance, in the lobby, and in the hallways. It's your task to monitor them during shifts."
"Understood," Harry nodded, mentally noting the positions of each camera.
"As for check-ins, it's quite straightforward," Bellatrix continued, pointing to a large leather-bound book on the counter. "Our guests simply need to sign here. All other details are provided by the private organizations they belong to, and we receive them through owls or Muggle technology."
"I understand," Harry replied, admiring the old-fashioned charm of the guest book
"The keys to the rooms are stored in the concierge's apartment. This key fob unlocks the entrance doors for our guests. I hope you're familiar with Muggle technology. This mobile phone is linked to our main number. During your shifts, you must have both with you at all times."
Bellatrix handed Harry the key fob and the cellphone, their fingers intentionally brushing against each other, a deliberately provocative gesture that Bellatrix seemed to take pleasure in.
"Next, I'll show you where you'll be staying," Bellatrix requested, leading Harry through the doors behind the reception counter.
Right behind the desk? That's very convenient. The boundary between my work and personal life is becoming increasingly blurred, Harry thought.
He followed Bellatrix into a spacious and well-appointed apartment. The high ceilings and elegant decor gave it a luxurious character, perfectly matching the hotel's ambiance.
"The room keys and spares are stored here," Bellatrix said, pointing to a wall-mounted rack adorned with a dozen antique brass keys. "Our guests sometimes take the keys home as souvenirs, so we always keep spares on standby."
Bellatrix ran her fingers along the keys, producing a jingling sound that resembled the soothing rustle of wind.
"This is the living room and kitchen," Bellatrix explained. "Hotel Star doesn't offer food or drinks to its guests, but you may be asked to provide hot water or ice cubes. You can cook meals here, but strongly aromatic dishes that may bother our guests are strictly prohibited. So, no fish! All house elves are banned, so some of their duties will fall on you."
"I can't stand fish anyway," Harry assured her.
"Half of this space is designated as a storage area," Bellatrix said, opening the doors to reveal a vast closet. "We keep spare linens, foldable cribs, toilet paper, and other essential items that our guests may need. We even have dog treats for their pets. The cleaning company and local suppliers take care of everything else."
Harry nodded, gaining a better understanding of what the hotel provided and what it didn't.
"Do you see that light?" Bellatrix asked, pointing to the fixture above the storage room door. "It will flash and trigger an alarm if any of the guests call the reception after midnight. You must answer the phone no matter the hour. So, keep the phone nearby, even when you're taking a shower! Treat it as your companion during bath time. You do enjoy having company during baths, don't you?"
"I usually take showers alone," Harry replied.
"What a shame," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lovely face.
In Harry's mind, images of bathing with Bellatrix appeared, which seemed to be her deliberate intention.
"Here's your bedroom," Bellatrix said, opening the door and revealing a large room adorned with antique furniture. A massive canopy bed dominated the space. "Legend has it that Grindelwald once slept in this bed. With his lover, if rumors are to be believed."
Harry had no idea if Grindelwald was gay, so he simply nodded. Bellatrix seemed to sense his confusion.
"But who knows? Maybe it's just gossip," Bellatrix teased, her voice low and husky as she approached him.
Harry felt the warmth radiating from Bellatrix's body as she lightly touched his arm. She stood tall, almost matching his height in her heels.
"Regardless, it's quite a bed, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice seductive. "Who knows what stories such an antique could tell?"
"Yes," Harry stammered, trying to control the rush of blood to his groin as Bellatrix continued caressing his arm. Her touch ignited a fire within him. "I need to see you out of this suit," she breathed into his ear.
Surprised, Harry felt his cock respond to her words. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to conceal his growing erection. Bellatrix must have been aware of his arousal, as she remained close, her breasts lightly pressing against his arm.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Harry stammered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Your suit, darling. It's not suitable for Hotel Star," Bellatrix explained.
Flustered, Harry glanced down at the cheap material hanging from his arm. "I know it's not much," he admitted, "but it's all I have."
Bellatrix offered him a sympathetic smile. "For now, it's enough, but I insist on buying you a proper suit. Later, I'll take measurements. You'll have to undress for me down to your underwear. Will that be a problem?"
"Not at all," Harry replied, his voice filled with anticipation.
"Make yourself at home, Harry," Bellatrix said, feeling the warm breath on his neck. "Your first shift starts today at six. I'm confident you'll do wonderfully."
"Thank you. I won't disappoint you, Ms. Black," Harry assured her.
A quick slap on his backside caught him off guard. "I warned you," she said firmly. "Bellatrix, darling. Just Bellatrix."
"I won't forget, Bellatrix," Harry promised.
"Make sure you don't," Bellatrix replied, her eyes gleaming. "Unless you enjoy getting spanked?"
"I used to be a bouncer," Harry replied. "I've dealt with worse."
Bellatrix's laughter echoed as she left the room, leaving Harry alone with chaotic thoughts, a pounding heart, and a painful erection.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
After regaining his composure, Harry spent the afternoon with Frank, who familiarized him with the layout of the hotel and its amenities. As they walked through the quiet corridors, passing closed doors, Harry couldn't help but wonder about the kind of women who visited this place. Were they all like Bellatrix? The thought intrigued him, but he knew that maintaining professionalism was more important than his curiosity.
As the clock approached the start of his shift, Harry returned to the concierge apartment to get ready. He meticulously combed his hair, making sure he looked presentable. He adjusted his ill-fitting suit, trying to make it look halfway decent. Clumsily following the steps he had learned from Mr. Weasley, he tied the tie around his neck. Although he managed to knot it decently, he still felt strange with something constricting his throat.
You've come a long way from the cupboard under the stairs and the pub, mate. This is an entirely new world. Don't screw it up!
Just before 6:00 PM, Harry entered the lobby, his heart pounding with anticipation.
"Welcome to your first night at The Star," Frank said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "You'll do just fine, lad. Call me or Bellatrix if you need anything."
Harry took Frank's words to heart. Despite everything, he was determined to prove his worth to Bellatrix and rise to the challenges of this new environment.
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