"For the record, there is zero chance that you are ever going to get me to go along with this silly idea of Parvati's," Harry said, giving Lavender a look. "It doesn't matter how convincing either of you think you can be. On your own, working together; it makes no difference. Not going to happen." Lavender giggled and pressed her body against Harry's snugly, taking advantage of the tight quarters in her office to crowd his space. She guided his hand to her arse, stuck her tongue out and licked his neck.
"Are you sure I can't convince you on my own?" she purred, rubbing his cock through his trousers. She was so excited to be touching him and attempting to coerce him that her persuasion came out almost as a moan.
Having Lavender's sexy body pressed up against them like this, feeling her tongue on their neck and her hand rubbing their dick through their trousers, would have made most men do whatever she asked. Harry was made of sterner stuff, though, and reminded her of this by growling and giving her arse a very hard smack.
"This big, thick arse of yours is very persuasive, but this is one of the few things it'll never be able to convince me to do," he said. "Not even if you pair it with your girlfriend, the sexy supermodel." Lavender laughed and gave her hips a wiggle, shaking her arse for him and earning another spank, just as she'd hoped.
Harry's obsession with her arse was not something she would ever attempt to discourage. In fact, she was going to encourage it and feed it at every moment she possibly could, and in doing so, hold out hope that he may one day love her bum as much as he loved Gabi's. She would strive to get as close to that level as possible, anyway. Lavender was proud of her bum, but she was realistic enough to admit that catching up to that veela's arse that had no business being so round and thick on her tiny frame was going to be borderline impossible for her or anyone else.
It was possible she'd already reached the upper limit on Harry's possible obsession with her bum, considering he often stared at it and touched it, squeezed it and slapped it as often as he reasonably could. Still, there was no harm in trying to get him to enjoy it and appreciate it even more. Both she and Parvati, and Harry's girlfriends for that matter, enjoyed his fascination with her arse jiggling and bouncing around.
"Hmm," she hummed. "Well, maybe the combined power of my arse, that of my gorgeous girlfriend, who you frequently remind me is a supermodel, and Gabi's perfect bum could persuade you." Harry gave her a look while squeezing her arse.
"I can't pretend that you wouldn't have an honest chance if you could throw all of that at me," he admitted. Lavender smirked, but it was short-lived. "But we both know that you have no chance of getting her on your side over mine."
"No, I suppose not," Lavender said, pretending to pout. "She is almost as obsessed with you, Daphne, Astoria and Narcissa as you lot are with her." She giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "That's fine, though. Witches tend to think they can make themselves resemble the model no matter how unlikely, or even impossible, it actually is. But wizards are different. They'd take one look at you in those things and know they would never be able to measure up." She was being playful, but it wasn't like this wasn't true.
"It was Pav's idea, you know, and not one I'd have ever gone through with." Lavender sighed. "I'm afraid that having you stuffed into a pair of underwear from our new line would kill the sales. It would either look absurdly unrealistic, or seeing what that pair of underwear had to do to keep your monster housed would make any of our potential customers feel emasculated. It would probably be both, actually. Not like the two things are mutually exclusive."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he didn't stop her hand from sliding into his trousers and grabbing the very cock she was referencing, the one that would emasculate any of Lavender's male customers if Parvati's jokes about Harry becoming an underwear model for her actually came true. Either that, or Lavender would have to go to such effort to make his size look less intimidating that she would inevitably come off like she didn't understand male anatomy at all. Actually having Harry model underwear for her would not have been a good business decision, but it was fun to tease him with. She stretched up to nibble his earlobe while rubbing his cock, enjoying her fun.
"Still, I'm glad to see that my arse can have some effect, even if it's not persuasive enough to make the impossible happen," she said, her voice a husky murmur into his ear. He growled, spun her around and pressed against her from behind. Lavender moaned and ground her arse backwards slowly into his massive cock.
"There is always plenty of effect any time you flaunt this arse around me," he hissed. "You know that full well already, even if you haven't been around as long as the others. But I believe you've also figured out that you aren't capable of getting what you want and being able to walk easily after it's over. And you can't make it out of this office and get back to running your boutique if you can barely stand, sadly."
She didn't question whether or not he was right, not even in her own mind. Really, it was an understatement. A hard shag from Harry could still make her forget how to breathe properly, and that was assuming she didn't become incapable of doing so and just pass out. It was embarrassing when that happened, and she knew that she was playing with fire here. The responsible businesswoman in her would have stopped there, but Lavender instead continued to grind back into his cock. The threat of not being able to adequately run her shop for the rest of the day didn't stop her from grinding her arse against him, and it certainly didn't stop her legs from spreading for his hand as it slid between them.
Harry rubbed at her clit for a while, teasing her and controlling her, putting his other hand around her waist to stop her when she tried to buck against his fingers. Lavender whined with need until he eventually bent her over and pressed her flush against her desk. His hips rocked slightly, and his cock, still tragically trapped within his clothing, gave her a small bump. It was like he was reminding her what was to come later on, and teasing her with the fact that she couldn't properly enjoy it now unless she said to hell with running her business and closed it for the day.
"Go on, slut," he teased. "If you're so desperate for it, and you can't control yourself, you can give yourself some temporary relief by humping my hand in your own office like a needy whore, rather than a respectable businesswoman." Lavender did exactly that, bucking against his fingers and moaning very loudly as her orgasm rushed forward in a hurry.
"Not even a second of hesitation from you before you started to hump my hand like a bitch in heat," Harry chuckled. "Well, go on and cum, then, you filthy witch." His dirty talk was all she needed to send her right over the edge. He played with her arse while she shook through her orgasm, and continued to fondle it as she gasped for air in the aftermath of her climax. Even with something as simple as humping his fingers, Harry took her breath away. Forget about the effect her arse had on him; it was ridiculous the effect Harry Potter had on her. He barely even had to try.
Though still gasping, Lavender smiled at his continued arse groping. He really was obsessed, and she loved it. She shook her arse in his hands, and he laughed, pulled his right hand back and gave her a firm spank. She spun around after the spank and threw herself at him, and he accepted the kiss. Naturally, both of his hands dropped down to cup her arse almost immediately, making her giggle against his lips.
"In my defense, it's not like I can grab your tits, lovely as they are, with you pressed so tightly against me," he said.
"No defense is necessary," she laughed. "I won't complain if you never take your hands off my arse." She pressed her lips against his again to resume their snog, and her hands found his belt a few moments later.
"Every single thing you said about me was true," she murmured against his lips. "And I'm sure I don''t need to mention how much I enjoyed you telling me what a filthy witch I am, so I'll save the time. I only have ten minutes left, and I don't know if I'm good enough to—" She trailed off in mid-sentence, realizing that she might legitimately not have enough time to do this and make her next appointment. But Harry seized the opening created by her hesitation.
"On your knees, slut," he growled. She dropped down in an instant, her mind already made up that she would be late to the next fitting on her schedule if necessary.
He had his cock out and waiting for her by the time she was settled in on her knees. Lavender opened her mouth wide to take it in, but started gagging hard before she could even take it halfway.
"I told you this might not be enough time," she whined. "I'm happy to be your filthy little slut these days, but this is a skill set I'm still working on improving."
"You're going to be just fine if you don't stop to whine again," he said simply. She blushed as he pushed her head back down onto his cock, but the dismissive words, the demanding pull on her head and the way he moaned did manage to instill some confidence in her. She had plenty of room for improvement, but at least she was making him feel pretty good.
Her blowjob was sloppy, and she didn't try to take him overly deep. She used both hands to stroke him while desperately sucking his cock, seeing it as the only play she could make if he wasn't going to grab her hair and fuck her face to get himself off and test her limits.
Of course he was being considerate about the state of her hair even as he taunted her and had her suck him in her office. That he could have her on her knees and being a massive slut for him after taunting her about it and still take the state of her hair into consideration was a pretty perfect summation of who Harry was. She was getting her face dirty with her own saliva, of course, but that was more her doing than his.
This dichotomy of dominance and consideration was incredibly arousing to her. She supposed that him being able to say those things about her and mean them while still respecting her and caring about her was exactly why she was so eager to be on her knees for him now, and any other time she could be. It was more than arousing enough to have her speed up her blowjob a bit more. The bobbing served as a distraction from the fact that her own orgasm felt like it hadn't done anything to cool the now seemingly eternal flame of arousal inside of her.
"Gonna cum soon," he groaned before too long. It seemed that the renewal of slutty eagerness was boosting her oral efforts, because this was definitely a new time record for her when it came to sucking his cock. And as far as she was aware, he hadn't come into her office any more excited than he usually was. Even though this had been far from the display of skill she hoped to be able to put on for him eventually, she would take the victory.
He stared down at her hungrily as he moaned, and Lavender couldn't help it. He was right; she was a whore. She wasn't a whore for just anyone, of course. Lavender was very selective about who she shared her body with; even the majority of the group that had formed up with Harry at the center would have to be content with looking and not touching. But for him, and for his girlfriends? It was absolutely true. She was their little slut, their whore, and so much more. She proved that every single word he'd spoken was correct as she took him out of her mouth.
"Cum for me," she begged, rubbing his cock all over her face while she jerked him off. "Cum all over me! Shoot it all over my filthy, slutty face!"
That did the trick, and she wasn't surprised that it did, either. She'd known full well that rubbing his cock against her face and begging him to cover his slut with his cum would finish him off. That didn't mean that she was just role playing or saying it because she knew that he'd enjoy hearing it. No, she meant every word of it. Honestly, that was probably why it had worked so well in the first place. Harry knew she meant it all.
He erupted, and he granted her request, to say the least. His cum shot all over her, covering every bit of her face and matting the hair he had been so careful not to disturb with his hands. Cleaning up this mess would take significantly longer than straightening her hair after some grabbing and yanking would have, and she couldn't have given less of a shite.
"Would you do me a favor, Harry?" she purred before kissing the tip of his cock. "Would you leave the memory of this so I can send it to Pav after I get cleaned up?" Harry chuckled and waved his hand, and Lavender smiled up at him in thanks. The mess he'd made of her was cleaned in an instant by his magic, and she showed her gratitude by licking his cock clean. She was a bit more careful about it now that he'd cleaned her up, but she still cleaned his cock up with her mouth like any dutiful slut should. That job done, she licked her lips and tucked his cock away.
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock," she said. Thanking him for the privilege of sucking his cock always caused a submissive feeling, and it was wonderful. But this time she took it a step further. She fixed and straightened his clothes, rather than hers, before standing up. It was simple, but she had just performed a move that felt more submissive than she would have expected it to.
His hand gripped her throat and he pulled her into a rough, demanding kiss that left her swooning. She held her breath and stood there in a daze as he pulled back, and was still so dazed that it took her a second to register that something had just been dropped into her hand. She glanced down and blinked at the thing he'd just given her, which, once she came back around, she would recognize as a vial containing the memory as requested.
She was still staring at the vial as he gave her arse one last smack, grab and shake before vanishing on the spot. After a few moments of piecing herself back together, Lavender grinned widely. Her grin only grew when she checked the time.
"Two minutes to spare," she muttered to herself. She'd actually had fifteen minutes rather than the ten she'd cited before she dropped to her knees, so she'd been three minutes slow, but that was no matter. She was taking it as a win regardless. She'd been able to get him off in the little time she actually did have to work with, and now she had two minutes to fix her hair and get this memory sent off to her girlfriend. Once that was done, she would not only have gotten to have a very fun lunch break, but she would also be able to look forward to her girlfriend already being quite worked up and ready to pounce on her when she got home later.
--
"As far as sensationalist headlines go, that one is a six out of ten, at best," Harry commented after entering the room and seeing that most of the group was reading today's paper. "And it's written by Rita, too. I know what she's capable of, which makes this one being so tame stand out all the more."
"Ah, but that's just the trick, isn't it?" Edmund chuckled. "Keep the information painfully sterile, and then give her just enough to make it feel like more than it is right when she's about to try and manufacture something outrageous. Of course, it does help our cause when we're in a position where she can't be her usual headline-grabbing self right from the beginning."
"I'll keep all that in mind for my next life in another universe, I suppose," Harry said dryly. "14 year old me really could've used that advice when Rita was making up all that rubbish about me during the Triwizard Tournament. Although, I don't think she was anything but her normal, delightful self right from our first meeting." That got laughter from Edmund and the rest, and Harry chuckled after a moment. "We all know that she's having a fit right now, of course, between having that headline right above the other story, the record number of people in line at Diagon Alley, and the record sales across the entire continent."
Lord Greengrass: Muggle advances outshine magical progress—and if you don't like catching up, you are "welcome to speak with your wallet!"
That was the headline Rita had gone with, filled with disingenuous clippings that completely went against the spirit of Edmund's actual message. Unfortunately for her, though, the situation had been masterfully managed by Edmund. Rather than her headline story causing outrage directed at him, the story was having the opposite effect. Thanks to the previous interviews he'd given about restrictive laws in their government that held back progress, the outrage was pointed in another direction. That the laws in question worked to the benefit of people Edmund, and all the rest of their group, would relish seeing taken down a peg was another positive in the situation.
Edmund was aided further by the fact that he had a documented history of voting against those restrictive laws. He had also always been vocal in his stance that, while many of their wizarding traditions were of the utmost importance to hold onto, preserving worthwhile traditions from the past and making progress for the betterment of the present and future did not have to be in conflict with each other.
Everything was going splendidly for Lord Greengrass currently, and Harry expected the shrewd man to capitalize on it. Narcissa would do so as well in her position as Lady Black, and Harry would naturally be there to use the momentum to his advantage as Lord Potter, too. The opportunity was to good to pass up. In the current climate, it would be borderline political suicide to speak against the idea of progress right now. Harry and his allies would be doubling down to make sure that everything proposed was balanced and impossible to poke legitimate holes in. If they could take all of the reasonable points in favor of progress and change and put a plan in place, it would not be feasible for anyone who would prefer to keep things as they are to speak up against it without inviting intense backlash and scrutiny upon themselves. With any luck, Harry and his allies would be able to push for positive change and forward progress while also allowing a bigoted fool or two to send their own political careers down the drain at the same time.
"It would help her case if we hadn't all wanted something like this for ages now," Parvati said. "She tries to act like it's solving an issue that doesn't exist, but anybody paying attention knows that's rubbish. There's more wrong with floo calls than just the mess, and relying on owls to deliver messages has other problems besides how slow it is."
"You're more than just a pretty face, Miss Patil," Narcissa teased. "As I've been saying all along."
"Yeah," Parvati giggled. "Nice tits and arse, too. But it is a pretty face, isn't it?" Narcissa smiled in amusement.
"The legs aren't bad, either," Astoria added. "Do they still print that ad for stockings you did almost a year ago now?"
Parvati's grin got wider. "Of course they do," she said, sounding playfully pompous but also genuinely proud. "They'll only be able to replace that with something better when I do a new one."
"You might not be wrong there," Apolline said. "I have never seen a single leg look so captivating. If you want to outdo yourself next time, you might need to get both of them in frame."
--
"You are more than capable, dear," Narcissa said, giving Parvati a glance that suggested she thought Parvati was being ridiculous for worrying.
"But I've never had a shoot without him arriving with me," Parvati said, biting her lip. "I don't know enough about the paperwork, and all the legal stuff that goes into it." She breathed out. "I mean, I know they won't try to swap it on me or anything like that. I have a good working relationship with this studio, and they wouldn't risk ruining it. But still, what if there's something that I mess up?"
Narcissa reached around to give Parvati's arse a gentle smack. "If you didn't have a shoot to do, I'd be tempted to take you over my knee for being silly enough to doubt yourself," she said. "And if you keep being ridiculous about this and putting meaningless pressure on yourself, I will take you over my knee when you get back. Besides, no one wants a model without confidence."
Parvati's mind raced from the thought of Narcissa giving her a loving spanking as much as at the praise. Privately, she wished that Narcissa didn't have a meeting of her own to deal with, because she would feel much more confident with Narcissa in attendance. She quickly dismissed the thought, and took heart from Narcissa's praise. She was right. Of course she could handle this. So what if it was her first time being there without her modeling agent?
It was good that she was able to feel that swell of confidence, because Narcissa couldn't possibly have gone with her anyway. She was taking a portkey to Spain for her meeting, and planned to stay in a hotel in Spain overnight before coming home tomorrow. It was a rather short trip, all things considered, especially by Narcissa's standards. Nevertheless, it was still an international trip, and not even Narcissa, Harry, or Lord Greengrass could pull together international portkeys in an instant. Well, perhaps Harry could, but that would require him to push the paperwork for it to the top of the pile of his Head Auror workload, which wouldn't be appropriate for her to do. She didn't need to be coddled. She could do this!
--
To think that a mere thirty minutes earlier, Parvati had been so confident that she was ready for this. Now, she looked over the complex documents she'd been given, realizing that her confidence was misplaced.
It wasn't as if she was stupid, and even if she'd always had her agent there with her for anything important business-wise, she knew the basics of modeling contracts and how they worked. This document was noting like the standard agreements, though, and she was not well-versed enough in the legalese to know where, in the over 200 pages she had been given, she should direct her attention as she tried to find any important changes. Perhaps she could have managed it if she had enough time to read through the whole thing slowly and carefully, but time was one resource Parvati did not have at the present.
She knew enough about the business to understand that complex contracts like this one were inevitably going to have some changes, but there was no reason for her to believe that this was malicious. There was nothing to suggest that they'd put this complicated and lengthy contract together to try and take advantage of her because her agent was sick and could not be there with her, so raising a stink or accusing anyone of malice would be an incredibly bad idea. Parvati was doing very well for herself professionally, but she wasn't about to test whether or not she was in high enough demand to get away with getting labeled as a diva who was difficult to work with. That kind of attitude only worked when a model was successful enough that companies judged that the benefits of working with her were worth the headache.
Even then, it wasn't a good look. Parvati knew of more than one highly successful but difficult model who currently had countless people in the industry watching and waiting for their downfall. That wasn't going to be her. She wasn't going to get stuck with the reputation of being difficult to work with, and that meant she needed to make this work.
Parvati grimaced as she looked at the clock on the wall. Only five minutes left to have this done so she could check in to have her hair and makeup done before the shoot. And she still needed to put her belongings in the changing room, too. This contract was beyond her level of business experience, and she had no time to figure it out.
She jumped in her chair as the door to the waiting room opened, and stared without comprehending as Narcissa entered the waiting room with quick, purposeful strides, like she belonged there. But she didn't belong there. She had a meeting in Spain to go to. What was she doing here?
Narcissa came straight toward her, and picked up the entire 200 page document without saying a word to Parvati. She flipped through, looking at a few pages seemingly at random. Lucas Ashby, the veteran of the fashion industry who had organized this shoot and presented this contract to Parvati, rushed into the room through the same door Narcissa had just entered.
"Excuse me, but this is a private business!" Lucas said, shaking his head and sounding panicked. "You can't be here!"
"There will not be any business conducted at all here today unless things get straightened out," Narcissa said sharply, looking up from the contract and fixing Lucas with a stare that made him flinch. "This contract is a mess. We will not be signing it."
"T-that's not for you to decide!" Lucas spluttered. "This doesn't concern you! You're not Miss Patil's agent!"
"I am here as her representative for the day," Narcissa said coolly.
"Mister Edgards, her actual agent, has not informed me of any such arrangement," Lucas said, shaking his head.
"And why would you assume his word is authoritative on this subject?" Narcissa asked. "He works on behalf of Miss Patil, not the other way around. And that means that it's her word you need to concern yourself with. Isn't that correct?" Her voice was getting even sharper now, and Parvati swore that Lucas was trying to retreat into his robes like a turtle into its shell. She couldn't blame him; Parvati wouldn't want any part of a legitimately annoyed or angered Narcissa directed at her, either.
"Err, I suppose so, yes," Lucas mumbled. "But that still doesn't--"
Narcissa talked over him, not allowing him to finish whatever argument he would have tried to make. "Mister Edgards is unavailable to be here today, but it is Miss Patil that you're here to do business with. And she has asked me to represent her interests today." Narcissa looked at Parvati, and her previously annoyed expression was replaced with a smile. "Haven't you, dear?" Parvati, recognizing that this was her way out of trying to stumble through a complex business contract she was ill-equipped to deal with and lean on someone with actual experience in this environment, nodded eagerly. "There you have it."
"I wasn't informed of this," Lucas said. "I'll need to—"
Again, Narcissa cut him off. "Did you give her a chance to study this bloated thing at all?" she asked harshly, waving around the thick stack of pages in her hand. "Or did you instead attempt to blindside her with this disgraceful contract? Honestly, 239 pages for a short-term business arrangement that should have been simple and easy? I've done deals a thousand times the value of this one, deals that were infinitely more complex by their very nature, and the contracts ended up only half the length of this one. I would be failing Miss Patil in my responsibility as her representative today if I allowed her to even think about signing this contract."
"But—we're supposed to start shooting soon," Lucas said, swallowing and licking his lips. "The crew is waiting on us. We can't cancel now. It would be horrible for business!"
"I didn't say anything about canceling," Narcissa said. "I didn't even mention postponing. Miss Patil came here prepared to work today, and she still can. All we need is for you to go fetch the appropriate contract. You and I can go through it and make sure everything is in order while Miss Patil leaves and prepares to do the job you hired her for. If we can do that, I believe we can all overlook this as nothing more than an unfortunate clerical error. Surely, someone simply got confused and filed the wrong document, and there was no attempt to deceive anyone, yes?"
Lucas nodded his head, swallowed, and took the thick document back from Narcissa before fleeing the room as fast as he could without running. Parvati looked at Narcissa, preparing to thank her, but the confident older witch shook her head.
"Not a word, dear," Narcissa said. "Just hurry up and get to hair and makeup so they can make you look all beautiful." She laughed lightly. "As if you need any help with that!"
Parvati glowed with the praise, but even as she got up from her seat, she couldn't help but ask. "I'm grateful for the help, but aren't you missing an important international meeting right now?"
"I rescheduled it after I saw who was handling the administration here," Narcissa said, waving her hand in the air dismissively. "Matthewson, the head of this place, can't resist trying to sneak in a shady deal when he thinks there's an opening to be exploited."
"But you said your meeting was with Lord Flores," Parvati mumbled. "My father's talked before about he's one of the most important wizards in Spain, if not the most important wizard."
"Possibly," Narcissa said, giving her a look. "But that pales in comparison to how important you now are to me, and to all of us. I merely managed the events on my calendar according to their respective priorities. I'm right where I'm supposed to be, focusing on the things and people who matter most. Now, I do believe I told you to go get ready, did I not?"
Parvati felt a warmth in her chest and spreading throughout her body at Narcissa's casual declaration that she was now important enough to her that she would reschedule a meeting with arguably the most important man in a nation to make sure that Parvati was not tricked into signing a bad business deal. This was the woman Parvati had grown up admiring and wanting to be like, and now Narcissa was here, looking out for her best interests. There might be a few feelings in her life she treasured more (Lavender's love and Harry's cock, for instance), but it was a short list.
"Thank you, Narcissa," she said, gathering herself. She had to hurry to the makeup room, but her confidence was back in full swing now. Actually, she felt more confident than ever now that she knew she was such a high priority to a woman like Narcissa Black.
--
When Parvati returned after getting her hair and makeup done, she came back to find Narcissa and Lucas sitting across from each other at the table. Even though they were both seated in chairs of the same height, and he was probably a bit taller than her, Narcissa seemed to tower over him.
Parvati looked at the new contract, which looked to be less than a third of the size of the original. Trusting that Narcissa had already made sure that everything was in order, she went to grab it so she could sign it, but Narcissa gently grasped her wrist and gave her a look.
"It has been summarized by a legal-summary quill," Narcissa whispered to her. "Standard practice for any contracts negotiated on behalf of someone else." Parvati was confused and unsure of what to do, but Narcissa didn't embarrass her by drawing attention to that. She simply flipped the top page over and presented a page which contained a concise summary of the terms and agreements, written in a format friendly to those who were not accustomed to reading through such documentation. There was a magical seal attached to the page that indicated it had been summarized accurately by the quill Narcissa mentioned, and no amendments or adjustments had been made to the contract after said summary had been written.
Parvati read through the summary of the agreement, which was easy for her to understand now. Everything seemed to be in order and what she expected, but the base pay and the promised level of advertisement and exposure for satisfactory pictures was slightly better than she had expected. All in all, it was an even better contract than Parvati had expected to be presented based on her conversations with her agent. She signed off on the appropriate line.
"Wonderful," Narcissa said after Parvati signed. She clapped her hands together. "Unless there is anything else, let us waste no more time in getting started."
--
Parvati left the dressing room after the shoot, feeling proud of the work she'd done, and confident that it was going to be another successful step in her career. Once she'd gotten past all the business with the contract, she'd been her usual confident self, strutting her stuff and feeling like she was in her element.
She stopped short when she exited the dressing room after changing and saw Narcissa sitting there, flipping through a document as she waited for her.
"Narcissa?" Parvati said, surprised. "I, uh, you didn't need to wait for me." Narcissa looked up at her and cocked her head.
"Oh, but of course I did," she said, setting the document down on the table in front of her.
"Oh, of course," Parvati gasped, suddenly understanding. "You need to stay at the hotel with me, don't you? Oh, Morgana, I didn't even think about how you had to get an international portkey!"
Narcissa laughed, rose from the couch, and drew Parvati into a hug. "You're shaking, dear," she said.
"You canceled a meeting with the most important wizard in Spain to be here for me," Parvati said, feeling faint. It had been flattering at the time, but now she was back to worrying that Narcissa had sacrificed too much on her behalf. "You paid for an immediate international portkey, and had to have asked Harry to use his position to make it happen so quickly, and—"
"My boyfriend is not any more capable of making Ministry paperwork move that quickly than I am, my dear," Narcissa teased. "Nor did either of us need to do so in this instance." If Parvati looked half as confused as she felt, Narcissa must think her quite stupid at the moment. The Lady Black took Parvati by the hand and led her out.
"A rescheduled meeting will never bring about the end of the world, dear," Narcissa said kindly. "Such things happen, and Lord Flores will be just as gracious about this one as I would have been if he had needed to reschedule." She grinned. "Besides, you know full well that my boyfriend would have done the exact same thing for you without question.
Parvati had to nod in agreement. She was the newest addition to this unique group, and she might not technically be Harry's girlfriend like Narcissa, Daphne, Astoria, and Gabrielle were. Still, she had already been accepted into their number for long enough to know that Harry Potter would move mountains to help anyone who was part of his 'family', and Parvati now counted among that number, to her delight.
"Since you do accept that, I hope you aren't suggesting that I am less generous or less capable than him, or that I command less respect in situations like this one than he does?" Narcissa inquired, smirking at her. Parvati shook her head quickly, and Narcissa laughed. "Good. Besides, Lord Flores is already involved in numerous joint investments with the Black Family. He's hardly going to change his stance toward such a lucrative business partnership over a rescheduled board meeting. All we were going to do is rubber stamp some documents. I also happen to know that he had a busy schedule lined up today, so I'm sure he didn't mind the unexpected gap in his itinerary at all."
Narcissa spoke easily enough about it, and Parvati assumed she was telling the truth about the business partnership being too important for Lord Flores to take any true offense to having to reschedule. She was also convinced that Narcissa was underselling the importance of said meeting, but she didn't argue the point. It wasn't an argument she had any hope of winning anyway.
They arrived at the floo, and Parvati reached into her purse for the parchment where she'd written down the floo address of the hotel she was staying at. Before she could pull it out, though, Narcissa just picked up the powder and tossed it in.
"Do mind the pronunciation," Narcissa said before stepping into the fireplace. "Black Chalet." She vanished, and Parvati's eyes went wide. Was she an idiot after all? It wasn't like she hadn't been told how the Delacours traveled to and from France with such ease.
"Black Chalet," Parvati repeated, speaking clearly as she took her step into the fireplace. By the time she arrived, she was leaning towards thinking she wasn't an idiot after all. Harry had literally gifted the property in France to the Greengrasses so they could rent it to the Delacours, utilizing the unique loophole they'd come across with regards to international travel.
"Looking at your face, I'm assuming you've been thinking about the set of circumstances that we took advantage of to set this residence up for this use?" Narcissa said after Parvati arrived. Parvati nodded. "Good. This is a prime example of why you will now demand to read a summary of all agreements before you sign them, dear. You are a tenant not just of the Manor, but of the other Potter and Black properties, and as such—"
Parvati's head spun as the wide range of opportunity now available to her dawned on her. Arranging for international travel and making sure that she had everything in order was one of the more annoying parts about being a global model, but if she was now going to be considered a tenant of the Potter and Black properties, she could freely travel via floo to any Potter or Black-owned property, including international ones. The same loophole that the Delacours used to travel freely between France and Britain without the need of international portkeys was now open to Parvati. Her realization about what this meant and how much simpler it was going to make her life and her job must have shown on her face, because Narcissa broke off her lecture and giggled.
"Indeed; you're one of us now, and that will open quite a few doors for you," Narcissa said, nodding. "Making your international travel considerably easier is just one of many benefits you'll be able to reap, but you are going to need to learn how to look for such benefits yourself." Parvati nodded in understanding, and Narcissa smiled approvingly. "Good. Now, I believe it's time for you to show your appreciation for all of my help today. I won't charge you a consulting fee, but I would like to get you down on your knees. That's better than any gold anyhow." Parvati shuddered before moving to get down on her knees as demanded, but Narcissa stopped her.
"No, I don't think so," the elegant woman said. "Strip first. I want to see that gorgeous supermodel body in all its glory. After that's done, you may undress me as you get into position. You aren't allowed to use your wand, either. Despite what some of my fellow purebloods might think, there are some things that are often best done without magic."
Getting herself naked came easily enough, but the second half of her instruction was more difficult for Parvati to pull off, especially with Narcissa's eyes admiring her body so openly. She liked to think of herself as a confident and worldly woman, but being told to undress Narcissa Black had her feeling like a blushing schoolgirl. She tried to undo the buttons on Narcissa's blouse, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't even manage it.
"Do you need your wand to remove a shirt, dear?" Narcissa asked playfully, grinning at her. "I was watching your shoot today, and I swear you managed to undo several of those buttons without any difficulty." Her teasing only made Parvati's hands more frantic, and she continued to fumble with the buttons. After a moment, Narcissa grabbed her hands to stop her attempt and then pinned her against the wall roughly.
"If you keep that up, you'll rip my blouse at this rate, dear," she murmured into Parvati's ear.
"I'm sorry," Parvati said quickly, feeling her face heat up at her miserable failure to appear confident and sexy in the presence of the beautiful woman she'd looked up to for so long.
"Shh," Narcissa said, before claiming her lips in a demanding kiss. Parvati closed her eyes and did her best to kiss her back. Thankfully, this was one thing that Parvati didn't have to do much to keep going, because Narcissa led the way and gave her a steamy snog against the wall. Her lips and hands were all over Parvati, who soaked up all of the attention. She melted against the mature witch, savoring the softness of her lips, and the feeling of Narcissa's hands feeling up her legs, rubbing her stomach and groping her tits.
"There," Narcissa said, pulling back and letting her up for air. "Why don't you try again, and we'll see if a bit of kissing calmed your nerves any."
Parvati gave another attempt at unbuttoning Narcissa's blouse, and this time her hands were sure enough to get the job done. Narcissa shrugged off the blouse, and Parvati stared at her large, perfect breasts for a few moments before her hero grabbed her wrists and guided her hands lower. Snapped out of her trance, Parvati's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as she worked to strip Lady Black bare.
Before she knew it, she was down on her knees and staring up desperately at a completely nude Narcissa, who smiled down at her with the same kind of confidence and self-assurance that Parvati flashed at the camera to make her name as a model. Somehow, Parvati's existing crush on this woman had gotten significantly bigger after her display today, and this view certainly wasn't lessening the attraction at all. She was everything that Parvati had always known she was before she got to know her, plus so much more. Parvati was so turned on right now that she felt like she might pass out if she wasn't careful.
"Don't start slow," Narcissa instructed while taking Parvati's dark hair in her hands and using it to guide her head between her legs. "I am well beyond needing any of that from you, dear. You aren't going to take long to get me off."
If Parvati had ever been more determined in her life to carry out any task flawlessly, she couldn't remember it. She took Narcissa's guidance to heart, and her confidence soared as she had Narcissa moaning within a minute of starting to lick her with firm swipes of her tongue. Parvati did not bother trying to tease her with her tongue or build up any anticipation for release. Her idol was ready to be eaten out in earnest, and Parvati moved her face from side to side, puckered her lips and wiggled her tongue around with Narcissa's ecstasy at the forefront of her mind. Everything that she did was about making her cum as hard as she could, and as fast as she could manage it. Within just a few minutes, she had Narcissa howling, pulling on her hair and squirting all over her face.
Parvati was elated. Despite the confidence she portrayed in her modeling, and did her best to carry over into her life in general, she was still quite new to trying to pleasure women. Giving any witch an orgasm this intense was something she could feel proud of, and doing it for Narcissa made it an even greater thrill. She was pleased, and relieved, that she had managed to live up to her older crush's expectations.
"Now that was very well done, dear," Narcissa said softly, caressing Parvati's hair with both hands. Parvati found herself a heartbeat away from purring like a cat before she caught herself. "I expected nothing less, of course."
Only a minute or so after the end of her climax, Narcissa went from relaxed to insistent in an instant. She led Parvati over toward the nearby chair, and Parvati found herself swept up and dragged over Narcissa's lap as she took a seat in the chair.
The mature witch didn't waste a second before laying into Parvati's arse with the first spanking she could ever remember having. With no frame of reference in her life to compare it to, sexually or otherwise, she wasn't sure how hard she was being spanked. It was probably nothing compared to how hard, say, Astoria would get spanked, but it certainly felt hard to her.
It was legitimately hard enough that her arse was burning and she was sobbing before she was free from the leg that had been pinning hers in place. With the spanking now over, Narcissa's fingers slid down between Parvati's legs and began to play with her pussy. To Parvati's mortification, she came just from humping Narcissa's fingers far quicker than she'd managed to get Lady Black off with her tongue. Narcissa didn't even make note of it, though. It was likely she had been confident that it was the only possible outcome.
"Your arse will be as perfect as ever after a bit of salve," Narcissa said. "No matter how it might feel to you right now, that was a very gentle spanking. It was also a spanking you deserved, but not because I had to assist you today. It isn't even because you didn't ask for my assistance, though you should have, and we will all expect you to ask when you need any of us for something. You didn't deserve the spanking because you were almost blindsided by that bad contract, either. The assist, I was happy to provide. You're still too new to all of this to understand that we do expect you to reach out to us when you need help, but I trust you will remember that lesson in the future. The blindsiding was not your fault, so I would never unfairly punish you for that."
Narcissa's hand rubbed Parvati's arse gently. "You deserved your spanking because you behaved like a silly little girl, rather than the professional woman you are and need to be. Read everything, Parvati, and never sign any document just because someone else tells you there's no time. If they're trying to rush you into signing something you haven't been able to look over thoroughly and bring up any questions or concerns you might have, it's highly likely that they're trying to push something unfavorable on you."
"I understand," Parvati whispered, closing her eyes. Despite the lingering stinging pain from the spanking, Narcissa's hand rubbing her arse was soothing, and her advice even more so. "I'll remember it from now on."
"I am glad to hear it," Narcissa said. "Now, I've drawn up the papers to fire your agent. He was doing a subpar job at best, which makes all that you have accomplished thus far even more impressive." She flicked her wand to summon some paperwork onto the table as she let Parvati sit beside her on the couch. Narcissa pointed at the paperwork, which Parvati recognized as a contract after blinking her eyes a few times. "Sign that, and then we can go home, where you'll use your tongue to make me scream a few more times to earn that salve."
Parvati was breathless and almost shaking with lust, so the thought of getting back home and licking Narcissa's cunt some more was exciting enough to make her brain want to shut off. She picked up the quill Narcissa summoned, but before signing, her right hand paused, and she used her left to flip to the next page. Then she flipped to look at the next, and the next. Narcissa made a displeased noise in her throat, and Parvati lifted her eyes from the contract to look at her.
"Are you going to hurry up and sign it, dear?" Narcissa said, rolling her eyes. "I'm rather impatient to get your head back between my thighs. If you keep me waiting much longer, I might be forced to see if Astoria or Gabi are available instead."
Parvati instinctively wanted to say or do whatever was necessary to make sure that it was her tongue that made Narcissa moan and howl. But the spanking she'd received, and the message behind it, refused to be pushed aside, no matter how horny she was. She gulped and decided that she could not bite her tongue.
"Do you still have that quill on hand that will summarize it all, or should I read this one all the way through this time?" Parvati asked hesitantly. At once, Narcissa dropped her annoyed, impatient expression and smiled at her. She'd passed the test and remembered her lesson. Admittedly, the test had been transparently obvious, but it hadn't been the easiest one for Parvati to overcome thanks to how horny she was and how convincing Narcissa could be when applying a bit of pressure to try and hurry her along.
Narcissa summoned over the same summary quill she'd used earlier. "Using the summary quill is fine when you have an agreement in place with the person using it on your behalf. Do not allow it to be utilized by anyone you don't trust, or who doesn't have a legally binding obligation to work on your behalf and to your benefit. Even if the quill does have to be accurate, it can still potentially misrepresent details." She waved her wand over the document. "Read page 3, and then read the summary of page 3." Parvati did as she asked, and frowned after finishing the summary and comparing it to what she'd just read on the page itself. "Is that how you understood page 3?"
Parvati shook her head. "No. It didn't give all of the details about the exceptions."
"Indeed," Narcissa agreed, nodding. "It is a summary, after all. If it touched on every single detail, we wouldn't need the entire document. But, as you can see, some things can slip through the cracks, whether accidentally or deliberately, if you rely on this quill with someone you can't trust implicitly." She put the documents and quills aside. "We will go over this tonight when we sit down to make the other decisions, and you can sign it and send it off in the morning."
"We can do it now," Parvati said. "I trust you."
Narcissa smiled, but shook her head. "There are two reasons we won't do that. First, when did you receive notice from your agent that he wouldn't be able to attend?"
"This morning," Parvati said slowly, not understanding why she would bring that up.
"I was able to confirm that he gave them notice yesterday," Narcissa said.
Parvati bristled, clenching her hands into fists. "That lying arsehole!"
"Indeed," Narcissa said, laughing. "Now, as for the second reason we aren't going to sign this right now." She grabbed Parvati's neck and pulled her into a rough miss that made her mewl. "I'm not in the most patient mood. I'll have you know that seeing you wearing that lingerie during your shoot, looking so delicious for the camera, has left me quite randy, and just one orgasm isn't going to be anywhere near enough. So, get that perfect arse into the floo, and then get it upstairs and into my office, now."
Parvati was not an athlete, but she felt sure that she could have set a world record with how quickly she ran to the floo. Narcissa entered her office a few minutes later than Parvati, looking smug and far more composed than Parvati felt.