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Despite his anxiety, Harry Potter's first night at the Star Hotel turned out to be mostly peaceful. With such a small number of guests – only eight out of the available twelve rooms were occupied – Harry found himself at the reception with minimal disruptions.
As the guests moved about that evening, most of them headed out for dinner or other engagements. Harry noticed that they were mostly middle-aged women, who, he inferred, were affluent patrons of private clubs that favored Star.
To Harry's great disappointment, each of these guests could immediately tell he was a newcomer behind the concierge desk. Their eyes scrutinized him from head to toe, critically assessing his youthful appearance, physique, and the modest quality of his suit.
Striving to exude professionalism, Harry introduced himself and inquired about their day. Nevertheless, despite his efforts, their intuition about his lack of experience was palpable, creating an undeniable atmosphere of uncertainty.
Curiosity about the whereabouts of the former concierge, whom they apparently held in high regard, was a frequent topic of conversation. Knowing nothing about Ralph, Harry directed them to Bellatrix, which seemed to annoy more than a few of the women.
The night wore on, and Harry's concerns intensified as he realized his inexperience with such demanding clientele. He constantly feared that a mistake could jeopardize his newly acquired position.
However, apart from these occasional uneasy exchanges, the most significant event of the evening revolved around Mrs. Longbottom from room 3B. Her demeanor was clearly downcast when she returned from an early dinner.
"Good evening, Mrs. Longbottom," Harry greeted her, trying to offer some reassurance. "Was dinner enjoyable?"
"Tom's boeuf bourguignon was particularly delicious today, Harry," Mrs. Longbottom replied, her voice carrying a deep tone. "Thank you for asking."
Noticing her distress, Harry added, "You seem troubled. Is there something I can help with?"
Casting a wary glance around, Mrs. Longbottom recounted a disturbing encounter she had with an aggressive beggar outside. The man not only demanded money but had the audacity to expose himself when she rebuffed him.
"That's terrible, Mrs. Longbottom," Harry exclaimed with sympathy. "I truly apologize for such an unpleasant experience. Are you all right?"
"I'm just a bit shaken," she admitted, "but I'll be fine."
"Would you like us to notify the authorities?" Harry suggested.
Mrs. Longbottom declined, lamenting the ineffectiveness of the Aurors and the corruption at their helm. However, she provided a brief description of the assailant and asked Harry to be vigilant about anyone who looked similar.
"I assure you," Harry responded with visible concern, "I will be on the lookout."
"Thank you, Harry. I'm worried about these recent incidents. Star has always been a safe place for women, a place where guests can feel secure. These incidents undermine that sense of security. If things don't improve, I fear I'll have to find a more comfortable location for my city excursions."
"I hope it doesn't come to that," Harry replied.
"It's not your fault, Harry. I feel better knowing there's a strapping young man like you around in the evening hours. It makes us all feel safer. I suspect that's why Bellatrix hired you."
Harry felt a mixture of discomfort and flattery at Mrs. Longbottom's comment but maintained a professional demeanor.
"I'll do everything in my power to ensure the safety of our guests, Mrs. Longbottom. And if you need anything else, please don't hesitate to let me know."
"Thank you, Harry. I appreciate it."
With a slight nod of her head, she turned and headed toward the elevator, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor.
Harry watched her depart, pleased with her response but also angered by the encounter with the vagrant.
Despite the peaceful atmosphere, Star had a problem with homeless individuals bothering its guests. Several guests asked Harry to meet them outside and safely escort them to taxis. Harry checked the security cameras but didn't notice anything unusual outside the hotel. Nevertheless, he took a moment to step outside and look around.
Harry immediately noticed a rather portly man standing by the household goods store. Despite the warm day, he was wearing a heavy coat and a baseball cap.
For a moment, they locked eyes before the man turned and walked away, glancing back several times. Harry remained in his spot, making sure the man knew he was being observed.
He watched as the man disappeared down the street, and his heart rate increased. Harry didn't like the way he had been looking at him. He wasn't scared, drugged, or even mentally ill. As a security guard, Harry had dealt with all sorts of disturbed individuals and could recognize the signs.
This guy was different. He looked and moved as if he had a purpose. He didn't fit the description of the vagrant Mrs. Longbottom had mentioned earlier, but Harry still remembered his face and mentally noted to keep an eye out for him if he showed up again.
Harry wondered why these vagrants seemed to be targeting Star, given that there were other more bustling businesses along the street with more customers. On either side of Star were quiet residential buildings, and on the ground floor of one of them was a small luxury household goods store. Foot traffic in their area was minimal. It wasn't the ideal location for aggressive panhandlers.
The doors to the household goods store opened, and a burly older man emerged.
"Looks like you scared him off," he said. "At least for now," he added in Harry's direction.
"I hope he doesn't come back. Several of our guests have complained," Harry replied.
"I understand why. I see these vagrants lurking around my store, driving away my customers. It's bad for business."
"Why haven't the Aurors done anything about it?" Harry asked.
"Don't be naive," the burly man chuckled. "The security services aren't interested in petty issues like what we, humble taxpayers, might have to deal with."
He gave Harry an assessing look. "You must be the new concierge at the Star Hotel."
"I am," Harry confirmed, shaking his hand. "I'm Harry Potter. Has aggressive panhandling been a big problem here?"
"Lately, yes. I don't know why. This neighborhood has always been peaceful. You know, my father owned this building before it became a hotel. He ran his furniture business here. 'Three floors of high-quality furniture!' That was his slogan. Back in his day, there was nothing like these vagrants bothering citizens. Those were better times."
"I've heard," Harry said. "Still, it doesn't explain why they're drawn to this area."
"Maybe it's the hotel?" old man suggested. "How so?" Harry inquired.
Old man shrugged. "A hotel exclusively for affluent women in a secluded part of town? Maybe they think Star Hotel has easy targets?"
Harry considered his words. Conversations on the street could paint a target on the hotel. He made a mental note to speak with guests about their personal safety outside the hotel.
"The world today, huh?" Old man sighed. "It's going to hell in a handbasket. We need to look out for each other."
"Agreed. Nice to meet you."
"Good luck, Harry! Stop by my store anytime for a cup of coffee. We businessmen need to stick together."
Harry nodded and returned to the hotel, pondering what he had learned today. Old man seemed like a friendly and committed business owner. It was good to have such a neighbor.
He kept an eye on the security monitor, but the rest of his shift passed quietly.
Close to midnight, when Harry was about to head to the concierge's apartment for the night, Bellatrix returned. She walked through the front doors, her purple dress clinging to her curves in a calculated and alluring manner.
As promised, Bellatrix had come to take measurements.
"Did your first night go well?" she asked, leading him to the back room.
"Very well," Harry replied, aware of her hand lightly resting on his shoulder as they entered the apartment. "Although Mrs. Longbottom in 3B had an issue with an aggressive panhandler when she returned from dinner. He demanded money, and when she refused, he lunged at her."
"Disgusting!" Bellatrix said with anger. "We've had a significant increase in such incidents lately. It's infuriating."
"Mrs. Longbottom mentioned that if these incidents continue, she may have to look for alternative accommodation," Harry added.
Bellatrix nodded. "Her concerns are shared by many of our guests. They need to feel safe. That's why I hired a man of your stature."
Bellatrix's hand slid down Harry's back, sending shivers down his spine.
"We'll need to have a long conversation about security and other matters," she said softly. "The first step is fitting you with a new suit. But for now... undress for me, darling."
Harry took a step towards the bedroom, but Bellatrix stopped him with a hand on his back.
"No need for false modesty," she said. "You can undress here. In front of me."
Harry felt a flush in his neck at her request. It seemed entirely inappropriate. Bellatrix had been flirting with him since their first meeting, but this was a step beyond flirtation. Bellatrix was looking at him with hungry eyes. All the fantasies he had about this woman rushed through his mind. How far was she willing to go?
Harry took off his jacket and placed it on the sofa. He hesitated for a moment before removing his trousers, but Bellatrix was waiting impatiently until he finally unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor. Standing there in just his shirt and boxers, he felt exposed, but Bellatrix's eyes shone with approval.
"You have a handsome physique, Harry," she said, approaching him and pulling out a fabric tape measure. "It would be a shame to hide it in somber clothes, especially when wizards care so little about their physicality."
Her fingers trailed over his chest and shoulders as she took measurements. She stood so close that he could smell the shampoo from her thick, dark hair. He shifted uncomfortably as his excitement grew in his boxers.
After finishing measuring his torso, Bellatrix leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
"Now it's your turn," she said, her voice sensuous and commanding.
Harry cleared his throat and stared straight ahead as Bellatrix knelt before him. Despite his best efforts, blood still rushed to his groin, stiffening his member.
Bellatrix applied the tape to his crotch. As her fingers traced along the inner part of his thigh, approaching his growing arousal, he tried to remain composed. She looked at him with a knowing smile, deliberately allowing her hand to linger on his hardness.
The electricity between them was palpable, and Harry couldn't deny her influence. There was no way Bellatrix could have missed his erection straining against his boxer briefs.
Bellatrix smiled at him. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, evidently pleased with his reaction. She stood, taking notes on her phone with a satisfied expression.
"I'll bring your suit tomorrow evening," she said, leaning in close, her warm breath on his skin. "I can't wait to see you in it. I have a feeling it will fit quite... snugly."
She left the apartment, casting a lingering glance at him before closing the door. Harry slumped against the wall, still excited and trembling. Now he had no doubt about her intentions. He couldn't deny his own.
His cock still pulsed uncomfortably in his boxer shorts. Making sure he had his phone with him, he headed for the shower to cool off.
"Don't go, big boy."
A blaring alarm and flashing lights jolted Harry out of sleep. For a moment, he lay in the grand canopy bed, disoriented. It took a few seconds for his head to clear enough to take action. He grabbed the hotel phone from the charger and checked the screen.
It was 2:12 in the morning. The call was from Tracey Davis in room 3C. Her profile picture showed an attractive woman with short, dark hair.
"Concierge Harry," he said into the phone. "How can I assist you, Ms. Davis?"
"Can you come and open these front doors?" a hoarse female voice replied. "I can't get that damn card to work."
The woman was evidently drunk. Harry would have found it amusing, but his earlier encounter with Mrs. Longbottom and the vagrant had heightened his concerns. He didn't want this intoxicated guest to become a target for any unsavory characters lurking outside.
"Just a moment. I'll be right there, Ms. Davis."
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