Fic: The Courtesan - Part 1

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Title: The Courtesan

Author: bonsaibetz

Prompt Number: TM15 submitted by alisanne

Kink Showcased: Gangbang

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairing(s): Ginny/OMC (Original male character), Ginny/Draco, Ginny/Adrian Pucey, Ginny/Terence Higgs!Millicent Bulstroke (Polyjuice), Draco!Ginny/Draco (Polyjuice), Ginny/Astoria!Draco (Polyjuice), Draco/Ginny/OMC, Draco/Ginny/OMC/TH!Millicent, Adrian Pucey/Ginny/OMC, Adrian Pucey/Ginny/TH!Millicent/OMC, Ginny/Severus

Summary: Ginny likes sex, so much so, she decides to work as a courtesan. Why not get paid for something you love to do, her business partners and pimps, Fred and George, would say. Take a peek at some of the clients who come to visit a witch who embraces her sexuality. Ah hell, this is just a fic to write Ginny doing any many various kinky sexual acts as possible crammed into a PWP, with snippets of conversation thrown in.

Warnings/Content Notes: Prostitution, voyeurism, role play/pretend non-con, anal, eating cream pie/felching, implied Animagus-bestiality, rimming, spit roasting, cunnilingus, double penetration, triple penetration, blowjobs, prostate massage, bukkake, daisy chain oral, sixty-nine, dildos, Polyjuice, genderswapping, Polyjuice slash and femme slash, pity fuck, virginity.

Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for smutty entertainment purposes only.

Word Count: 20,000 - posted in four parts on LiveJournal

Author's Notes: Just a warning, this fic ends on a somber, but hopeful note. Sorry, alisanne, if I went too far, above and beyond just a classic gangbang, but I really enjoy writing about sexually empowered Ginny getting her kink on. Deepest thanks to Error-4017 for betaing this fic for me. Check back soon, in the next few weeks from when this fic is first posts. I have commissioned fanart to go with this scene of an R-rated nature featuring Ginny nude, when Ginny greets her second client in this fic, that will be arriving shortly. Once the commission is done, I will update this section with a link to the art work and the artist I commissioned.

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As much as Ginny had nothing against Muggle-borns, Dean had some pretty fucked-up sexist opinions that just were incompatible with wizarding society in general. Firstly, Dean did not think that girls could be as good as boys where sports were concerned. When Ginny asked Hermione about this particularly odd Muggle attitude about females playing sports, the Muggle-born witch was rather ashamed to admit that in Great Britain, professional sports were often dominated by men, most notably in the three most popular sports: football, cricket and rugby. If women played in sports at all, it was for such games as tennis and synchronized swimming. And in no instances, that she could recall off the top of her head, could Hermione think of one professional Muggle sport in which teams had mixed genders. Plus, women who were good at sports were not considered especially lady-like in Muggle society and were often jokingly portrayed as unfeminine lesbians. So Ginny's skill out on the Quidditch pitch was often to a threat to Dean's masculinity, based on his personal cultural biases.

The other area in which Ginny and Dean clashed culturally was that Dean was raised to think that women who embraced their sexuality were slags; however, if you didn't enjoy snogging and other sexual activities, then you were a prude or frigid. The silly Madonna/Whore complex was yet another mystifying Muggle cultural norm Ginny could not comprehend.

It was often in these arenas that the two fought. Many times, Dean had asked Ginny to quit the Gryffindor Quidditch team, not liking the idea of having a girlfriend who was better at sports than himself. The other sticking point was that Ginny was much more knowledgeable and well-read regarding sex, especially having had Fred and George, as well as Charlie and Bill, to give her useful and honest tips from a wizard's perspective. So when it came around to experimenting, Ginny often knew what to do, which only made Dean more uncomfortable, having yet another silly Muggle notion that boys were always supposed to know more and be more experienced. However, if Ginny was uncomfortable with doing something she felt she was not ready for, she was made to feel the villain for putting the brakes on their physical intimacy, especially since she did not feel comfortable letting Dean take her virginity.

Finally tired of being made to feel bad for no good reason, Ginny saw the light and broke it off with Dean. If anything, this cleared the way for her and Harry to be together since it seemed Harry had finally noticed Ginny was a girl and was taking an interest.

Unfortunately, with taking off to find the Horcruxes, Harry called it off to spare Ginny the anguish of pining away for him. Harry had the sense to know he might die, and therefore set her free.

During Ginny's sixth year at Hogwarts, she began exploring her own sexuality with other wizards who didn't have issues like masculine insecurities or a mad man trying to kill him.

For a first lover, Ginny found Neville was surprisingly tender and talented. He understood more than most on how life could be brief and that you had to live life to its fullest, as who knew what the next day would bring. They kept it casual, neither wanting to complicate their year with a relationship, especially as Neville was busy protecting younger students from the Death Eater teachers' wrath. Instead, they brought solace to each other in brief intimate moments together, their time in each other’s company a release from the worries of war and the constant fog of death that permeated the world around them.

Now having lost her virginity, Ginny began taking other wizards to her bed, or more technically correct: a broom closet, the Astronomy Tower, the Quidditch locker rooms, and unoccupied corners in the Room of Requirement. Ginny's reputation as a skilled lover began to spread quietly to the point where Colin Creevey asked her to sleep with him. He said he had a feeling he wasn't going to live to see the end of the war, and that he didn't want to die a virgin. And if he was going to have sex, he would like it to be with the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts.

Ginny was flattered and made Colin feel as if he was the only wizard in the world that night. Sadly, Colin Creevey's hunch was correct and he did not live to see the end of the war. Ginny was glad she was able to fulfill his last wish and experience the joy of being with a woman.

After the war, Ginny and Harry reunited; unfortunately, the damage was done. Between years of being raised in a home devoid of any warmth or love, and years of living in fear that someone was always out to get him, including betrayal of people who were not as they appeared to be, Harry had major psychological issues. Harry viewing Snape's memory confronting the Headmaster that he was treating Harry like a pig to be brought to slaughter did a major mind-fuck on the young wizard. Harry trusted Dumbledore the most to keep him safe, and that singular memory psychologically damaged Harry in ways that affected his ability to trust, not only in himself, but in others. Between trust issues and paranoia that did not abate after the end of the war, there was only so much Ginny could do.

She loved Harry and tried to heal him as best she could, but in the end, Harry and she could not have a healthy relationship. They parted as friends, despite everyone being certain they would marry someday, and much to the distress of Molly who had a grand wedding planned for the pair since the first day Harry had visited the Burrow, years ago.

It was after Ginny had played Quidditch professionally, and began contemplating what she would do after she had finished her career, that life took a strange turn. Immediately after announcing her retirement from professional Quidditch, Fred and George helped Ginny set up in her newest business venture.

Ginny Weasley became a courtesan.

Between Ginny's growing reputation for being a dynamite lover and her ability to make every wizard in her bed her feel as if he was king of the world, and sometimes help those with emotional issues deal with them (with the exception of Harry who needed professional help), she had found her niche. Besides, Ginny loved sex, and what was better than to do something she loved, and for money, as Fred and George told her when they proposed that she go into business for herself. The twins, who were the business geniuses, acted as Ginny's pimps – booking clients, with her agreement of course. She could refuse any wizard who sought her company.

Of course, prostitution in the wizarding world was technically illegal, but companionship that was compensated for monetarily was not. Not every client that visited Ginny wanted sex.

The Weasley twins rented out a top floor flat with its own private staircase entrance. It had a beautiful view of the London skyline while located along a side street close to the heart of Diagon Alley, and outfitted it to suit Ginny's needs with a great deal of spells and charm-work to make it suitable for the wide variety of Ginny's clientele and the multitude of tastes that walked through her door. It didn't take long for word to spread that the witch who once shagged Harry Potter was welcoming anyone into her bed, if the price was right. It wasn't exactly the truth as Ginny could refuse anyone she wished, and she had had many lovers after Harry, but for the fact that the Chosen One who defeated You-Know-Who once slung his wand in her holster, every wizard wanted to tap that arse, as the saying went.

Ginny had many regulars who visited her, sometimes as infrequently as a couple times a year, or as often as once a week. There were some who came for a once in a lifetime experience, such as a proper stag night farewell to bachelorhood, while others needed a comforting and soft shoulder in which to seek some solace.

~o0O0o~

Curled up with a book in a reading niche framed with a large stained glass window in a quiet corner of the library, Ginny sat. She was aglow with the kaleidoscope of sunlight streaming in, coloring her hair, skin and clothes with a palate of rich hues.

With a heavy sigh, she closed her book and set it down. Peeking out briefly from her nook to make sure no one else was around, Ginny then closed her eyes and began to stroke her breasts through her gray jumper. A small sigh of satisfaction drifted from her lips before she drew her other hand up under her gray pleated skirt and finally slipped into her knickers. Fingering herself leisurely, she closed her eyes and reclined her head back against the ancient gray stone walls.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a book hitting the ground nearby. Yanking her hand out of her knickers, Ginny rose from her semi-private alcove with her wand at the ready.

“Who's there?” she called out as she approached the bookcase from where she thought she had heard the sound.

“Expelliarmus!”

Before Ginny could react to being disarmed, ropes shot out from a darkened corner, fastening her spread-eagle to the nearest bookcase.

“Who's there? Let me go!” Ginny demanded of her unknown attacker as she struggled against the bindings.

Suddenly, an older gentleman in his fifties, dressed in professorial robes of dark aubergine, emerged from the shadows.

“Professor Gordon?” Ginny gasped in surprise.

The tall, trim wizard gave a throaty chuckle in reply to the witch's look of shock.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Ginny demanded once more.

“Now why would I want to do something like that?” he replied with great amusement, twirling his wand in his hand.

“Because if you don't, I'll scream.” Ginny knew he could cast a Silencing Charm at any moment, so she made the best of it and began screaming as loudly as she could. “Help! HELP ME! HEEEEEEELP!”

The wizard merely chuckled. “Scream all you want. We're the only ones here. I 'encouraged' all the other students to leave with a few spells, and promised the librarian I would lock up for her, having to stay behind to for a bit of...” He paused and let his eyes rake over Ginny's voluptuous form still struggling against her bindings before finishing, “... Some personal research I've been longing to do.”

Ginny snarled in disgust, “You fucking pervert!”

“Tut, tut. Such language, and directed at one of your professors. I might have to deduct House points.” He gave Ginny a smile which told her that he knew he was in control as she gasped in shock to his threat. “As a matter of fact, I should deduct House points for unseemly behavior in the library. I saw you playing with yourself just now.”

“No! That's not fair!” Ginny protested, her cheeks flushed red.

“Oh, entirely,” the wizard insisted as he casually sauntered over to stand in front of Ginny, face to face. “Teasing a member of the staff with such lascivious behavior? How could one control oneself when presented with such an enticing tableau of you fingering yourself.”

The wizard slowly reached his hand under Ginny's skirt and placed the palm of his hand against her knickers, cupping her mons and vulva. “Ah, already damp!” he noted.

“Please,” Ginny whined plaintively. “Please, don't do this.” She squirmed against his possessive hand, pressed firmly between her thighs

“Oh, but I must. Given that I should deduct at least fifty House points for your public fingering, teasing and vulgarities, I see that there is only one solution for you to avoid letting your House down.”

“And what's that?” Ginny asked warily, the tone of her voice making it obvious that she already had an inkling of what he had in mind.

“Let's just see where inspiration takes us. Maybe you can earn those House points back with some extra-curricular work,” he growled as his hand slipped into Ginny's knickers and he began fingering her.

Ginny closed her eyes and turned her face away, grimacing and whimpering in protest.

“Oh, but you're very wet,” he purred, sliding his finger between the folds of her labia and stroking her clit, which made Ginny gasp with a sharp intake of breath. “That's it. You like it.”

Ginny shook her head back and forth. “No, let me go you lecherous old wanker!” She let another whimper from the back of her throat escape when he picked up the pace with his hand and stroked her clit faster.

“The more you fight, the more points you’ll have to earn back the hard way.” The wizard grabbed her jaw with his one free hand and forced her face to turn towards his. “Look at me. Look at me before I deduct more points,” he warned her.

Ginny opened her eyes, her expression fierce with defiance.

“Tell me, how does this feel?” he asked as she slipped two fingers into Ginny.

Moaning, she shut her eyes and rolled her head back.

“Tell me!” he demanded.

“It... feels...” Ginny could not stop the rocking of her hips in time to his hand, rolling and grinding against his movements. “... Really good,” she reluctantly confessed.

“See? What that so hard?” Letting go of her jaw, his hand went to unfasten his fly. “You know what else is real hard though?”

Ginny gave a pleading sob upon realization of what he planned to do. “Please, not that! No, I'm still a virgin. I was saving myself, please!” she begged.

“A virgin? I didn't think there were any virgin witches older than fifteen left here at Hogwarts. How lucky for me to find the last one.”

With a muttered spell, Ginny’s knickers were gone. With her skirt shoved up, she could feel the tip of his cock pressing between her lips until he found the right spot.

“Oh, your cherry,” he chuckled throatily as he pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, “I'll be sure to prize this rare jewel that I snatch from your body.”

With one swift stroke, the older wizard plunged into Ginny deeply, making her scream at the top of her lungs.

“So fucking tight!” he exclaimed as he began ramming himself into her.

“No! No! No!” Ginny chanted over and over again until they morphed into a constant pitiful moan.

The wizard took his wand, removing Ginny's jumper and unbuttoning her blouse, yanking her tie loose. “There! Such magnificent tits!” he exclaimed with glee, pulling one breast free from the cup of her brassiere.

With his head bent down, as he continued fucking Ginny with abandon, he clamped down with his mouth and started sucking greedily on her nipple.

“Yes,” Ginny softly whispered.

“What was that?”

“Yes,” Ginny said a little louder as he pulled her other breast free of its cup, both breasts spilling over the white satin and lace.

The wizard went back to sucking and playing with Ginny's nipples with both hands, given she was held up and apart, spread-eagle from her bindings as he continued to plow into her.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” Ginny moaned louder.

Pulling his face up from her breasts, he looked her directly in the eye and asked, “Enjoying this now are we?”

“Yes, Professor. It feels so good,” she moaned sweetly. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please keep fucking me, Professor,” she begged, her eyes rolling up in her head as if lost in delirium.

He smiled at her before kissing her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her fiercely. Ginny kissed back, groaning in time with each thrust of his cock into her.

With a feral glint in his eye as he slowed his strokes, he asked, “Have you ever sucked cock before, my little virgin?” Ginny shook her head. “Then it's time for more lessons.”

Before he unbound her, he asked, “If I let you free, will you run away or stick around so I can fuck that beautiful cunt of yours some more?”

“I'll stay, I promise,” Ginny assured him, her face writ with lust.

He freed Ginny from her bindings, but as soon as she was free, he put his hands on her shoulders and shoved her down onto her knees.

“Oh, my God!” Ginny said, finally getting a good look at his manhood, still fully erect. “Professor Gordon, you're hung like a fucking centaur!”

Indeed, the wizard was very well endowed.

“Do you need me to instruct you or shall I let you use this for exploratory study time?” he asked.

“I'll do my best, Professor,” Ginny assured him, looking up at him through her lashes innocently before taking his cock with both hands. As she stroked him, she opened her mouth wide and began to suck and lick his head.

As Ginny did her best, he proclaimed, “Oh, such an apt student. What a fucking prodigy!”

While Ginny had half his length down her throat, he said, “Stop. I've got to stop now or I'll cum. There's more I need to do first.”

After removing himself from Ginny's mouth, he patted one of the study desks and instructed Ginny to sit on the edge of the table while he pulled up a chair. “I've never had a ginger before. I wonder if it’s as spicy as some tell me it is.”

The wizard bent over in his chair and began to eat Ginny out with much enthusiastic gusto. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and screamed with pleasure, encouraging him onward until she felt her body seize and shudder with an orgasm.

As soon as she came down off of her high, he pulled her up and flipped her over onto her stomach, her legs hanging over the edge of the desk. “And now for the second and final cherry to pop,” the wizard announced.

He placed the tip of his wand just inside Ginny's anus and exclaimed, “Lubricus!”

After removing his wand, he asked, “Ready my glorious ginger piece of ass?”

Ginny nodded. “Yes, take my other cherry, Professor!” she begged him sweetly, arching her back in invitation.

The wizard pressed the tip of his cock against her anus and slowly pressed onward. He withdrew and pressed a little more. Finally, when he slipped his head into her and past the tight ring of her sphincter, both groaned aloud with pleasure.

He began pumping away, going a little deeper until his balls were rocking back and forth, slapping up against Ginny's labia as he thrust himself fully into her, to the hilt.

Ginny could tell that he was close, so she tightened her sphincter around his cock with a succession of quick pulses, knowing it would make him orgasm like gangbusters.

The wizard came with a hoarse cry, pistoning quickly into her as his balls seized up and his cock twitched with each spurt into Ginny's arse.

Exhausted, he fell forward and lay atop of Ginny, sweating and gasping for breath, his huge cock still inside her.

With a sigh of exhausted gratitude, he said, “Two hundred points to Gryffinpuff.”

Ginny couldn't help it. She burst out laughing and said, “It's Gryffindor, not Gryffinpuff.”

With her still giggling, his cock slipped out of her arse.

Hauling himself up and off of Ginny, he said with some amusement, “I am so sorry.”

Ginny lifted herself up off the table and smoothed down her skirt, though she didn't bother to close her blouse. “What matters, Vice President Gordon, is that I fulfilled your English boarding school fantasy?”

Cupping her cheek with his hand, he said dreamily, “More so that I ever could have imagined. You, my dear, were perfect. Though I do have one last thing I would like to do,” he reminded her.

“Ah, yes. Would you like to do that here or in the comfort of a bed?”

“Bed please, but keep the school-girl outfit on,” the Vice President of the United States Department of Magic requested.

“Certainly.”

Ginny swished her wand and the whole room transformed back into her boudoir, a large and very comfortable four-poster bed hung with curtains at the center of it.

When the twins outfitted Ginny's “work space”, they employed many of the same charms as were used to create the Room of Requirement.

Ginny reclined back on her bed, legs spread wide, her gray woolen skirt hitched up to her waist, while the Vice President crawled onto the bed and stuck his face between her thighs to leisurely lap up the mixed carnal leavings from their coupling.

“You really are hung like a centaur, Mr. Vice President,” Ginny noted with admiration. “Rarely have I had the pleasure of such a wizard or Muggle as large as you.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed with appreciation as he enjoyed lapping up their mixed juices oozing out of her vagina and anus, “please, call me Blake. And I'm surprised you didn't know, I'm a registered Animagus: a horse.”

“Well, that certainly makes sense, given how you're hung like one. I do know you used to teach at the academy in Salem. Did you ever approach any of your students there? Not accusing you or anything; I was merely told you wanted to fulfill a long time fantasy of yours, so I was just wondering.”

“No, such fraternization between faculty/staff and students is prohibited. And besides, any witch who did not want such advances could have easily poisoned or hexed a wizard who forced himself on her as such. With my ambitions in politics, I had to keep my reputation spotless. Given my current career, I could not trust any of the... escorts in America to keep quiet about me fulfilling a non-consensual sexual fantasy,” Blake sighed with regret, feasting casually in between sentences. “They would sell me out to some news outlet faster than you can say 'sex scandal’. But when I heard reports back from colleagues you've entertained about your talents and discretion, I swore the next time I came to Great Britain I would visit you.”

“And what brings you to our green and pleasant land this time, Blake? Not just to fulfill a fantasy of yours?” Ginny asked teasingly.

“No, I'm here on diplomatic business, negotiating commerce and trade treaties with your British Ministry. I wish I could cancel all my meetings and have you help me fulfill more fantasies of mine for which I have been unable to find a willing partner.”

Blake shoved his face back down and began working on Ginny's clit with his tongue, making Ginny mewl with delight, thankful he was talented enough for her not to act. Hell, none of it she had to act for with Blake, except when she pretended to refuse his advances. The Vice President was a fabulous fuck (she was especially grateful he used that lubrication spell before fucking her in the arse – she hated it when clients went in her arse dry) and Ginny wouldn't mind having him back again, while serving some other interests as well.

“Well, how long are you planning on staying here, and when are your meetings?” she asked innocently.

Pausing for a moment, he lifted his head up for a moment and answered, “I have my negotiations starting tomorrow, going for two days, then I leave on the third. God, you have such a tasty pussy, my lovely ginger,” he said with relish before diving back in.

“Well, can you stay longer? I know a few people in the Ministry, I'm sure we could get your meeting shoved back a day or two. And I'm certain I can reschedule my calendar to fit yours since you're here for a short time. What was this other fantasy you have in mind?” she prompted him, stroking his hair as he continued to feast upon her.

Blake lifted his face up and gave Ginny an eagerly lecherous smile. He crawled up between her legs and started nudging the tip of his cock, which was erect once more, between her labia, seeking entrance to her delights again.

Ginny spread her thighs as Blake slid in. As he rocked back and forth slowly, they continued their conversation.

“What other fantasy? I don't know if you're up for it.” He smiled down at her with a hint of a challenge in his tone.

“You can find I'm very accommodating. It doesn't hurt to ask,” she countered, wrapping her leg around his hip and flipping Blake over onto his back, continuing to rock back and forth, riding him leisurely.

He groaned throatily and reached his hands up to begin playing with her breasts, which she enjoyed with a smile filled with delight when he flicked her nipples with his thumbs.

“As I mentioned before, I am an Animagus,” he began, but was cut off when Ginny finished for him.

“– And you want to shag me while in your horse form? Given how naturally large you are, it isn't that much more of a... stretch,” she joked, jerking her hips forward playfully as she delivered the punchline, letting him sink deeply into her.

Blake gave a chuckle at her obvious pun and craned his neck forward. “God, you’ve got such a great rack,” he said with great admiration before sucking on her nipples once more.

“And you have a magnificent cock.” She swiveled her hips around before going back to a slow riding motion. “So just mount me as a horse? Nothing more than that?”

“Isn't that plenty? I'd be thrilled just to do that!” he confessed. “I'd be eternally grateful to finally find a witch who wasn't so repulsed by the idea that I'd have to perform an Obliviate to make her forget I even asked in the first place.”

“How about, since you also enjoy the forbidden fruits of fantasy non-consensual sex, we make it something a bit more,” she suggested, feeling Blake become even harder as she smiled wantonly down at him.

“Oh, baby, what did you have in mind,” he asked eagerly, before directing Ginny to turn around. After removing himself from her, he then placed his wand back in her arse and lubed her up once more before sinking back in her other entrance.

Ginny rode him faster. Panting, she explained, “Zeus is known to have transformed into many different animals and forms to rape various women and Greek goddesses: a swan, a white bull, a satyr. I can transform this room in a Greek sylvan meadow, and as a horse, you can entice me, then rape me in your horse form, then as Zeus too, if you want.”

Blake moaned aloud, “Oh, fucking hell. Darlin', you are kinky as fuck, and I love that. With the same safe word we had for today?”

“Sure, 'Butterbeer' is not something a Grecian woman and Greek god would shout out in the heat of passion.” Ginny was riding his cock harder, sensing he was close again.

“You know, horses only copulate for about a minute before cumming. I'll last much longer, like a human,” he warned her.

“Having you ram that gorgeous horse-sized cock into me? I hope you do last longer. I can't wait! I want to orgasm from just the thought of it,” Ginny said truthfully. She reached down and began to rub her clit.

Ginny started to peak again and cried out, which made Blake cum again.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned.

As they lay there catching their breath next to one another, Ginny asked, “Do you know how many extra days you would like to stay here and fulfill your wish list before beginning negotiations?”

“I'd like at least two more full days with you, and your divine honeypot.”

Rolling over to cuddle up next to him, she began licking the edge of his ear, whispering seductively, “How about we begin some of the negotiations right here? I'll clear my calendar and you can stay here for the next sixty hours straight. And we'll forfeit all fees accrued and what I was going to charge you for more services. We can do anything and everything you want.”

Being a politician, Blake Gordon knew there was no such thing as a free lunch and he was already at the bargaining table. “Everything and anything? Have you got Polyjuice Potion too?”

“Of course. Who would you like me to be?” she asked sweetly, her hand stroking his chest hair, her lips nipping at the sinews of his neck.

“I'm not gay, and would never ask a real boy, but knowing it was you, a witch underneath... I was wondering, if you could change into one of those smooth chested, young British boys? Blond hair, lithe and lean?” he asked a bit uncertainly, his eyes flicking nervously to her.

Propping herself up on her elbow, she cocked a brow and said questioningly, “A bit of boy buggery? Hell, I've transformed into wizards before, and fucked and been fucked while aged from 'just legal' to 'mature,' I've even been in the middle of a daisy chain. I've been Polyjuiced into a wizard with happily married straight wizards who want just a bit of a thrill to try it once, but unwilling to do it with a real man. Nothing wrong with that.”

Looking up at her with a crooked smile, Blake noted, “I know you're time is valuable. Why clear your calendar just for me? What are you getting out of this, other than the sheer joy of my cock for the next two and a half days?”

“Ah, the astute politician as ever. But as they say in politics, it's all about horse trading, or should I say horse fucking, and horse cock sucking. I'm sure my hospitably can help you reconsider some of the tariffs your government imposes on many of our British goods we export to the United States.”

“Besides what you've put on the table so far for these negotiations, what else might you do to sweeten the deal?” he countered.

Ginny reached across to her bedside table and pulled out one particular vial from the drawer. She swallowed the potion while settling herself down between Blake's legs. As she smiled back, her tongue began to grow longer and thicker until it was a little over two inches thick and almost a foot long. Hitching his knees up over her shoulders, she did not hear an ounce of protest when her tongue licked Blake's arse, the tip of her tongue gently probing his entrance. She began to slide her tongue up into him as her hand began stroking his cock and he sighed rapturously, “Sweet fucking Jesus on a pogo stick. Looks like I'm a sucker for British diplomacy.”

After giving Blake a lingering kiss goodbye, she said sweetly, “Come visit me next time you want to negotiate.”

Blake groaned and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. The Vice President's security team had to use a Mobilicorupus spell to move him downstairs from Ginny's “offices” before taking him to meet with the Minister of Magic.

There was nothing left to negotiate. The trade deal had been drawn up according to everything Ginny was able to get the Vice President to agree to during his nearly three-day stay in her bed. When Blake Gordon showed up at the Ministry of Magic, he merely looked over the agreement, noting it was just as he promised, practically letting Ginny set all the terms, and all in Britain's favor. He barely had the energy to sign his own name, stand upright and shake Kingsley Shacklebolt's hand for a photograph taken by the Daily Prophet photographer before being carried away, literally, muttering about sleeping for a whole week straight.

~o0O0o~

Sitting in the downstairs office, in a pair of denim trousers and a comfortable Quidditch jersey from her professional days, Ginny glanced over at her partners.

Fred and George were looking over the long inventory list of services performed during Vice President Blake Gordon's extended visit. Of course, before he came, she had cleared out her schedule so there were no issues with rescheduling others last minute. It was all planned to have him holed up in her boudoir for days while wearing him down and out simultaneously.

“What's this notation next to the three vials of Polyjuice Potion, in the inventory list?” Fred asked.

“Three vials of Polyjuice Potion, five sexual scenarios. First, I turned into that barely legal young wizard, who he then buggered rotten. Next, he had me transform into him, so that's the second vial. Then I buggered him and we sixty-nined – the second scenario. Then, while I was still him, he transformed into a horse and I fucked him in his horse's arse, plus blow job, the third scenario. Then he took the third vial and turned into his wife and then I fucked him as a witch, hence the third vial and fourth scenario. Finally I turned back into myself and had me eat him out while Polyjuiced as his wife as he watched in a mirror, hence the fifth scenario,” Ginny said in a rather bored manner, as if recalling the recipe for quiche off the top of her head. It amazed Ginny how often wizards liked to transform into a witch and get fucked by her, while Polyjuiced as themselves, or enjoyed watching girl-on-girl action. The Grecian Zeus and bestiality rape scene was listed farther down the parchment.

“Wow, he is even pervier than we were warned. Sure you're walking just fine there, Gin? We know how he's an Animagus,” George ribbed her. “Noticed how he had to be carried out on his back to sign the deal.”

“Horse or human, he's hung the same,” she said with a satisfied smile, purring to herself as she sipped her tea.

“Well, you did such a good job of renegotiating on Kinglsey's benefit, they said for us to set any price we want for your patriotic efforts that will certainly be a great benefit to our export economy.” Fred said it all before she started laughing, unable to keep a straight face. “Should we charge extra for your trouble?”

“No trouble at all. He was a fabulous fuck. Was even polite enough to make sure he lubed my arse before buggering it. That's a mark of a real gentleman fucker,” she praised him sincerely.

“So do you need to rest for very long, or are you ready to... get back in the saddle once more,” George asked, finding humor in his turn of a phrase.

“A few days rest so I can have lunch with Hermione, get a few nights real sleep in, a massage, my standard Monday afternoon appointment, and finish a book I was in the middle of when you booked the Vice President last minute.” Ginny yawned before reaching for a salmon and cucumber sandwich. “Pardon me. Why, someone anxious to book me?”

“Well, it's a bachelor party,” Fred began.

Ginny sat up in her seat beaming brightly. “A gang bang? Oh, I haven't had one of those since Puddlemere United paid for me to take on the entire Munich Mantiore Quidditch Team to wear them out before the game! Who's the lucky sod and his mates?” she asked excitedly.

“See, we wanted to talk with you first before we agreed. You might want to refuse,” George warned her.

“Oh God, it's not Crabbe, is it?” Ginny asked, her face fallen with a look of disgust.

“No, close, but not quite. Crabbe was not even included in the grooms' party, but you’re very close.” George held a face of equal distaste at the mention of Crabbe.

“Marcus Flint?” Ginny said, curling her lip up in disgust.

“No, think ferret,” Fred prompted her.

“Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows suddenly raised very high in surprise.

“The very same git. We can of course say that due to personal family history that– ” George began.

“Nonsense! Of course, I'd love to fuck his brains out,” Ginny interrupted him, looking quite eager.

“What? Are you serious?” Fred asked, surprisingly shocked, given the long list of various people she had fucked and refused over the past few years since becoming her pimp.

“Have you seen what he looks like lately? Hell, I'd almost shag him for free! And given how his mother outright lied to Voldemort during the final battle and turned the entire course of events, I no longer have any qualms about shagging him. The question is, will Astoria Greengrass have any issues with Malfoy enjoying a traditional wizard bachelor party?” the courtesan questioned warily, not wanting the new Mrs. Malfoy coming to try and hexing her for a simple business arrangement.

“Actually, she was the one who came by and requested a weekend package with you for her fiancé and his three of his closest friends: Landry Varney, Astoria's cousin; Adrian Pucey, who you would remember from when we played Quidditch against Slytherin; and Millicent Bulstrode, who wants to Polyjuice into a wizard, and is not interested in the girl-on-girl thing, though she wants to fuck and eat you out while as a man,” George said, trying to keep his face impassive, but failing as his lip curled slightly with distaste.

Ginny blinked in surprise. Sure, she had the odd witch who wanted to know what it was like to shag as a man, but Millicent Bulstrode fucking her? “Did Bulstrode say who she wanted to turn into while shagging me?” she asked, slightly stunned that so many who Ginny had personally fought against during the war were now interested in sharing intimacies and bodily fluids.

“Erm, well they narrowed it down to three and would let you have final choice,” Fred said, handing a short list over to her scratch on a piece of parchment.

Ginny blanched at the first name, since there was no way she would agree to even a Polyjuice version of him touching her. With the second name, she merely replied, “Malfoy considered letting Bulstrode Polyjuice into his father? Wow, talk about daddy issues.” The third name on the list, Ginny shrugged and merely replied, “Terence Higgs, if I remember correctly, was one of the few from Slytherin who didn't become a Death Eater, and who doesn't look like a complete troll, as well as one of the few players on Slytherin team who didn't cheat if, I recall. Okay.”

Looking at the form in front of him, Fred read off, “They want to show up Saturday. That will give you a week's rest,” before handing over the long list of requested activities to Ginny.

Looking over the list, Ginny nodded. Nothing she hadn't done and enjoyed before, though the first scenario was a bit different; she would be able to easily and eagerly fulfill the wish list. “Did they stipulate how they want my packaged trimmed: Natural, shaved, standard? Scenarios? Clothing?”

“Astoria said she would get back to us with those details once you agreed to the deal,” George assured her.

“Excellent, charge the standard rate, plus fifteen percent extra, since he's a Malfoy and can afford it, or his soon to be wife will. And remember to stipulate–“

Ginny was cut off this time when Fred and George said in unison, “We know, no scat, no golden showers, just about everything else is negotiable or fair play.”

The first month Ginny had worked as a courtesan, she had discovered there were limits to what even she would do and put forth those stipulations before the fun began to avoid the issue being brought up at all during play time.

~o0O0o~

LINK TO PART 2a HERE

Comments

[alisanne.livejournal.com]

OMG, wow!
I'm thrilled my prompt inspired you so much and I can't wait to catch up with this, but I am on the busiest rotation at work and so prolly won't get to this until next week. Boo.
But this looks incredible!

[bonsaibetz.livejournal.com]

Ginny and a gangbang? How could I not have her willingly violated 80 ways to Sunday?

[ladyofsd.livejournal.com]

Wow! This story is incredibly hot, the kaleidoscope of wonderful and interesting pairings drawing me in, causing me to sit on the edge of my seat and wonder what fun scenario would be next.

But the ending! The ending with Severus! My garsh! It was So tender and heartbreaking that I started to tear up. Exquisite work! Loved it!

[bonsaibetz.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Thank you! I would have liked to have done the scene with Severus paired with Hermione, but for the fact that Ginny has the red hair, it seemed the best fit. And with her job as a courtesan, she - in this scenario - makes a better sexual therapist for Severus in this story.

But I do love writing a sexually empowered Ginny.