"Our guest is here," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear seductively, but received no reaction as Hermione looked at Crystal in fascination, to the point of tuning him out. Interestingly, Harry noted, that she wasn't looking at a certain part of her body, which might have implied a carnal desire, but looking at her in a more general fascination - a distinction Harry was qualified to do so with his growing experience.
"H-hello," Hermione stammered in a rare hesitancy as she looked at Crystal, who was wearing sexy hotpants that hid next to nothing, and a bikini top that wasn't exactly better. The leather boots she was wearing certainly provided the most coverage.
"Hello," said Crystal with a seductive tone that rang false, showing that she was there to serve another set of customers even without making him bother her mind. But Hermione missed that in favor of focusing on the amazingly seductive steps she displayed even during an act as casual as walking forward. A peek into her mind showed that she had several years of classical dancing training, a training that she decided to channel toward a more lucrative career that would appreciate her curves.
Admittedly, they were amazing curves.
Harry lifted his drink in greeting even as he pushed Hermione off his lap. "Go and greet your dancer," Harry said as he chuckled, enjoying the slightly surprised expression on Crystal's face - not that she seemed to mind the change in the situation.
While they talked, Harry turned his attention to Penelope. "It's not fair for my lap to stay empty," he said with a mocking tone.
"I… I can call a friend," Penelope offered quickly, her panic showed that she was very much aware of just how much they had pushed during his previous visits - limits that were not touched by anyone including her long-time boyfriend Percy. She clearly hoped that Hermione's presence would have been enough to dissuade him from pushing too much, an assumption that only got stronger as they called one of the best - probably the best - strippers in the club for a private visit.
So, she was surprised that what she thought as insurance only worked to destroy her initial protection. What an unfortunate oversight, Harry thought even as he assigned the mission of teaching her the dangers of making such assumptions.
As always, he was such a nice boy.
"No need to bother anyone else just to keep me occupied while they get acquainted," Harry said. "Come on and keep my lap warm." He focused on her face, watching as Penelope's gaze slipped toward Hermione, no doubt hoping a jealous word - or at least gaze - from her that she could leverage to stop what was about to happen.
Unfortunately for her, Hermione looked fascinated as she stood just inches away from Crystal to be able to talk without being interrupted by the music, not giving Penelope the excuse she needed. She started closing the distance, her short steps trembling in what might be assumed as just reluctance if he didn't have the luxury of peeking into her mind and seeing just how much she was afraid of her own arousal, the kind she never felt before.
Arousal was supposed to be a perk of dating, but it was certainly not the case if one dated Percy Weasley, who was more interested in cauldron bottoms than the bottom of her beautiful girlfriend.
"A-as you wish," she stammered as she took the place Hermione abandoned just seconds ago, replacing them before his hardness could have a chance to go back. Unfortunately, even with the skirt of her waitress uniform short enough not to block the sensation, the same didn't apply to her panties, creating an annoying barrier.
Luckily, magic was not only useful for deadly combat, and a simple silent spell was enough to vanish her underwear. She turned to catch his gaze, her eyes wide, but that only made her ass rub against his shaft even more. She opened her mouth, but Harry didn't need to do anything to silence her, the presence of Hermione was more than enough to keep her silent, afraid of creating a scandal next to the same girl that idealized her while she was the Head Girl. Harry almost felt bad.
Almost.
Instead, he lowered his gaze to catch her beautiful cleavage and the way her nipples sharply outlined through the thin fabric of her uniform, along with a ghost of skin. Her uniform was certainly not designed to be worn without a bra - or, considering where she was working, it was designed exactly for that purpose.
Any girl that wanted to get a boost to her tips could get rid of her bra to give a much better view of her amazing tits. Her breasts rose and fell in deep breaths, beautiful enough to make Harry swallow in anticipation even though he had already received a much better view.
Her sudden hesitancy at Hermione's presence, enhanced by the knowledge of where exactly Harry would bring the situation if left unchecked. Yet, her hesitation didn't survive for long as his hands landed on her thighs, rubbing her naked skin even as making her rock on his lap.
Curious at the sudden disappearance, he peeked into her mind again, only to see that she was already convinced that it would be the limits of what he would push under the circumstances with Hermione there as his girlfriend. Which was a rather generous assumption considering the way Hermione was dressed, but Penelope clearly let her memories about Hermione overwhelm what was in front of her gaze.
And what was in front of her was a sexy, skimpily dressed girl being held by a stripper who guided her about the best way to shake her hips, giving her a quick tutorial on stripping.
Though, Harry had to admit, that her extreme fascination with the stripper ending up with asking her to teach her to dance was extremely on character for Hermione. No matter how much they pushed forward, learning was her passion - not that he complained, with all the benefits it created for him.
Harry didn't maintain his attention on Hermione, who was busy turning what was supposed to be a sexy strip show into a tutorial. Crystal seemed a touch shocked by the way things were developing - but the wad of cash Harry throw at her was more than enough to keep her concerns about whether the private lounge of a strip club was the best place for a quick dancing lesson.
Crystal glanced at them, too experienced in the business to miss the sudden absence of underwear, but the same experience also made her keep her mouth shut about the naughty actions of the guy casually throwing wads of cash around.
Harry winked at her before he turned her attention to Penelope, one of his hands slowly climbing up her beautiful legs while his other hand climbed up to her waist, rubbing around her belly, stroking while she sat stoically on his lap, the thin fabric of her uniform hardly an impediment.
Yet, that was only the start of his attempts to teach her about making assumptions - even in the silence of her mind - while his hand climbed higher and higher. But, rather than caressing her wetness as she expected tensely, he bypassed their inviting presence and grabbed his own zipper instead.
A little fumbling later, his shaft was out, rubbing against her wetness, the crown pushing her skirt suspiciously. "Harry-" she gasped in shock as she looked at him before he silenced her with a gaze. Crystal noticed the reaction, but Hermione was too occupied by the way she needed to rock her hips to notice.
"Come on, sweetie, no need to disturb her class. You know just how cranky she could get," he said, chuckling at Penelope's involuntary nod. After all, while she might never share a class with Hermione, she certainly stayed enough to hear her reputation - especially in her third year, where the secret time travel frazzled her nerves significantly.
"Excellent," Harry said as he slid both of his hands to her hips - under her skirt - and started directing her hips to rock. "Now, be a good girl and keep my lap warm and satisfied, would you," he added with a chuckle.
Penelope certainly didn't enjoy the tone of his order, but the movement of her hips quickened, showing that she didn't have the same objection to the content of his order. Or, even if she did, his presence rubbing against her wetness was more than enough to compensate for the mistake.
"So," Harry murmured as one of his hands tightened around her hips even more, the other slipping out once move, but this time, not bothering to caress her stomach, directly landing her chest, squeezing her impressive bosom. "Tell me, how much do you enjoy working in this joint?"
"I-it pays the bills," she whispered, her stagger rather understandable as his fingers dug into her beautiful bosom, her uniform might as well not exist to restrict their touch. And the location of his shaft, stroking her wetness with each repeat only drove her pleasure higher. "W-why do you ask?"
"Well, I do need a secretary. Would you be interested in the post?" Harry whispered as he let his hand dance over her chest, aggressive enough to strain the integrity of her uniform, and her uniform didn't have much space to be compromised. She sent a hesitant glare toward Hermione, only to see her still occupied by Crystal's lesson to notice what was going on. Though, he didn't know whether she was trying to get Hermione to intervene.
Or, trying to make sure that she was still distracted.
"M-maybe," she whispered, her voice trembling beautifully. "W-what does it entail?"
"I'm sure you can handle it, you're a smart girl," Harry whispered into her ear even as he let his hand move down once more, but pulled her breasts free as he did so, earning another beautiful gasp. "The real question," he added as he put his hand on her legs once more, this time raising her up, positioning her over his arousal.
"Do you think you can pass the interview?"