"What the hell is going on here?" Susan gasped once she returned … fifteen minutes after Hermione dragged her back to the living room. Fifteen minutes that Susan spent getting facefucked by the stripper. She clearly didn't spend much time fixing the way she looked, not with her messy hair, bruised lips, and several white spots on her body that she missed.
Hannah realized that she had been going to the bathroom before she decided to burst into the living room. Understandable, as while Susan was passing, Hannah was doing jumping jacks.
Naked jumping jacks.
"We finished poker. Now, we're playing truth or dare," Hermione said.
"And, why are you naked?" Susan said as she looked at Hannah, showing concern. Hannah might have appreciated Susan's concern, treating her like a good friend, but watching her greedily suck the cock of the stripper even after sending him away kind of ruined her attitude.
She looked at Hermione, who nodded, signaling her to speak. "Because that was the game," Hannah found herself answering without stopping. "We finished the poker, and now this is her dare."
"And, what if the stripper walks in," Susan commented.
"I don't think it'll be a problem," Hannah said, not after Susan tired him so much. Still, when Hermione smiled encouragingly, Hannah continued. "And, what's the harm if he walks in. He looks like a very docile and obedient man. Look, you sent him to his room, and he still hadn't made a peep."
Hannah recognized Susan's argument face, but before it could build up, it faded back. "T-true," Susan admitted. Either that, or she had to tell the stripper wasn't as nice as Hannah implied. And, that required an explanation Susan was clearly not willing to give.
"So, do you want to join?" Hermione said. "If you want, strip and join us."
"Why do I strip?" Susan said.
"Because you're the one that ran away halfway and hid in the bathroom, waiting for the game to end."
Susan once again swallowed her answer, her circumstances forcing her to ignore it. Yet, that didn't remove her anger. Hannah couldn't help but chuckle as Hermione wound Susan up easily. And, while Susan usually didn't get angry, when she got worked up, she showed that she was a redhead that played to the stereotypes perfectly.
Still, she was clearly not at that point yet, because she looked at the floor for a second before sighing. Then, she pushed her panties down, revealing her nether lips, which were not wet enough to justify the treatment she received. Hannah guessed that she didn't forget cleaning that part.
However, it took all her attention not to gasp when Susan removed her breasts, with several pink bruises showing the evidence of the earlier treatment. A mistake on her part. Yet, Susan just sat across Hermione, not even noticing that.
Hannah chose not to remind her. Instead, she finished doing jumping jacks, her tits dangling freely. Then, she sat next to Susan. Hermione spun the bottle, and it pointed at Susan. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Susan said, clearly wanting to play safe.
"Have you ever taken a cock to your throat," Hermione asked.
Susan coughed. "What kind of a question is that?"
"The kind that could be asked in a party with a male stripper … even though someone decided to give him a detention. Now, either answer, or take your punishment," Hermione said.
"And, what's the punishment?" Susan asked.
"Ten spanks," Hermione said.
"That's absurd," Hermione said.
"Alright, I haven't," Susan said. Only for the bottle to glow red.
"Oh, that's a lie," Hermione said with a big smirk. "How naughty?"
"Y-you have a spell to check the truth," Susan said.
"Yes. It's from George's shop. One of their best sellers," Hermione answered, her smirk wide.
"T-that doesn't count," Susan said.
"No, it does," Hannah said, once again surprising herself by intervening. "She already warned you not to lie."
"Alright," Susan replied, looking shocked, and Hannah was sure that the only reason Susan accepted that easily was her surprise. She wasn't used to Hannah interfering like this.
Hannah stayed in her seat, her legs firmly pressed together even as she watched Susan settle on Hermione's lap, and delivered ten spanks in quick order. They were not too hard to make Susan cry, but still hard enough to sting.
"That was it," Susan said.
Hermione smiled smugly. "For now. The next lie, I won't treat you that kind." Then, she spun the bottle again, and it pointed at Hannah. "Truth or dare?" Hermione said.
"Dare," Hannah accepted, excited yet afraid, wondering what Hermione would make her do next to Susan.
"I think I'm the one that needs to give it," Susan intervened. Hannah frowned. It was more fun without Susan's misguided attempts to protect her. "Oh, don't frown. You're the one that started it by not warning me about the truth spell," she said. "I dare you to go and bring the stripper back."
Even as she said that she was rubbing her hands. Hannah realized that Susan didn't actually expect her to go and bring him here while she was naked. It was just a challenge to make her admit defeat. Though, Hannah couldn't blame her. She would have been right before.
Even now, it was an exciting, yet daunting task. It was easy to forget just how magically weak he was — not even able to cast a proper silencing charm as an adult — when she watched how he toyed with Susan.
Only when Hermione smiled encouragingly and nodded, Hannah actually stood up and start walking. "Wait, that!" Susan gasped. "You're actually doing it."
"Of course. You asked me to," Hannah joked, then added with a sharper voice. "It's nothing Neville hadn't already done, right? So, it's only fair."
Hannah continued walking, breathing hard. Saying that to Susan had been more tiring than the jumping jacks she had done. Yet, as she approached, she could hear the shower running. Following the voice, she found him in the shower, washing his body in a way that was no less sexy than the dance, clearly prioritizing form over function.
Not that Hannah was complaining, not even when he turned to face her, showing his nude body. "Well, that was not who was expecting. What a nice surprise," he said.
Hannah wondered who he expected. Susan was a sure bet, but considering the photos Hermione showed, that was also likely. Yet, as his gaze slowly devoured every inch of her skin, desire radiated from her.
She wanted to be as brave as Susan or Hermione, but her arms still rose to her breasts, trembling as they covered her breasts, her crossed leg handling the other biggest reveal. Hannah opened her mouth but said nothing.
"Are they waiting for me?" he asked. Hannah nodded. "Excellent, I was getting bored." Hannah prepared to turn back and leave, but before she could even start, he spoke once more. "Drop your arms," he ordered.
Hannah knew that, if it wasn't for his weakness, she would have followed that order immediately, a self-realization that she was still struggling with. Yet, his weakness blunted the impact a lot. "I don't think —" she started.
"Drop your arms," he ordered again. It wasn't a shout. It was just a casual comment, yet somehow, it felt utterly foreign yet familiar at the same time. Like she was used to listening to his orders. Absurd.
Not as absurd as her arms, falling to her side to reveal her nude body. "Excellent tits. Certainly worth dreaming about them all those years," he said, confirming that he was most like a student with them, probably a year or two younger.
However, Hannah wasn't able to trace that track of thought when another order arrived. "Come here and wash my back. We shouldn't keep my favorite … customer waiting."
It was not a request, but an order, one that was as strong as his grip around Susan's hair. A part of her shouted at her not to listen to a weakling, but the rest of her body disagreed. She walked toward him even as he continued to devour every inch of her beauty.
She could feel an incredible tension filling her body even as she approached him, her heartbeat wild. She couldn't help but shiver even as she stepped under the shower, which had nothing to do with the water, and everything to do with the closeness to him.
She didn't say anything when he turned back and just reached for a loofah. "Use your hands," he ordered.
She did.
She put her hands on his naked, muscular back, tracing the lines, trying to act like she was actually helping him to clean. It was thrilling to follow his order, so she did. She was unable to keep herself from checking his raging erection, which looked even more intimidating from up close. Yet, Susan was able to mostly take it.
A shocking achievement for her friend.
"I think it's going to take a while. Try to find a way to go faster," he said. Hannah whimpered, understanding what he was driving at immediately. It was a step too far, yet she leaned forward immediately, and pressed her tits against his back, moving up and down. She didn't wait for his order to reach around, and use her hands to caress his chest, the fiction of helping him clean had already fallen to the wayside.
"Now, lower," he ordered. She went lower, caressing his abs, radiating strength. "Lower," he repeated. She felt unable to refuse it. Then, her finger caressed his shaft, feeling it throb under her touch. He said nothing, and she caressed his length, giving herself a chance to measure it more directly.
She didn't know what she would do with the sudden silence, lost in a sudden sense of shyness. She wanted more, but she lacked the courage to take it. So, she could only wait for an order…
But, before that order could arrive, she heard footsteps. Tough, angry footsteps. Hannah could guess who those belonged to. "It looks like we can't delay it anymore," he said as he stepped out. Hannah followed, and before she could even reach for a towel, he cast a spell to dry both of them … wandlessly.
"How," Hannah gasped.
He smirked. "Well, for someone in my line of work, it's nice to master a few convenient spells wandlessly," he said, then continued walking. "Someone's anxious for a show," he said as he stepped into the corridor.
"Nonsense, what are you talking about!" Susan replied, shocked. "I just want to … anyway, come on, follow me."
Hannah stayed in the bathroom, suddenly dry and confused. A part of it was about how easily Susan forgot about her once she faced his nude body — not that she could blame her — but a bigger part of it was the sudden competency.
How such a weak man could master a wandless spell…
"Hannah, don't ruin the game," Hermione shouted from the living room. Hannah decided to leave his surprising wandless capability for later.
For now, she had a party to enjoy.