Shadows Unveiled: The Unbroken-Chapter 64: Teacher

Harry couldn't help but smirk as he felt Penelope shuffle in discomfort before coming to a decision.

A part of it was still clearly about Hermione's presence, as shown by the hesitant glance she threw toward Hermione.

Yet, that was not the extent of it. Even without the ability to peek into her mind, Harry could feel that she was getting angrier as well. A part of it was clearly the way his hands were dancing over her body, one that was even daring for her prospective new boss - maybe, particularly her new boss - and he doubted that the condition he raised as a part of her acceptance, in the form of the way she was positioned, helped her.

Yet, she didn't let that anger explode.

After all, she was in a desperate position enough to work as a waitress in a strip club in muggle London, and she did so despite being a witch. She might lack the certain disregard Harry displayed toward law, which would explain her limited opportunities on the muggle side, but the fact that she had to rely on the muggle side to make a living in the first place was rather telling.

She certainly had no chance of making a career in the magical side.

Or more accurately, she had no chance of making a career without the support of someone with significant reach. And, while his reputation had ebbed occasionally, there was no doubt that he had the necessary reach.

All she needed was to make that decision.

"How about the pay?" she whispered.

"What about fifty galleons a month to start, with more to follow based on performance," Harry offered, which was certainly great in terms of the wizarding world.

Of course, technically, the exchange rate was supposed to be five pounds for a galleon, which would mean the salary was garbage, but that was a horrible exchange rate that never worked, mostly because it was a horrible money exchange rate - not that anyone cared much. It was simply impossible to exchange pounds into galleons - with the sole exception of muggle-born students, but their exchange had strict yearly limits, and was actually funded by Hogwarts.

Exchanging Galleons into pounds was handled by Gringotts, who was more than happy to abuse the ridiculous imbalance to profit.

No one blamed Goblins for being friendly.

"And what that performance would include," she whispered.

"You're a smart girl, think," Harry said.

She growled. "I didn't study that hard for... this," she whispered.

"You're right, of course. You can have some time to think," he whispered. "However, a warning. I can't help if someone else accepts the position first. Like a certain blonde French who you might find familiar from the Triwizard tournament."

He didn't expect her reaction to that statement to push down without a warning, skewering herself to his conveniently positioned shaft, accompanied by a beautiful moan, one that was suppressed sufficiently by music to avoid Hermione's attention.

Her sudden urgency was simply beautiful.

The same didn't apply to the sexy stripper busy teaching her to dance, but she limited her reaction to an amused glance. Harry knew that she was supposed to alert both the bodyguards and the police as sex was certainly not allowed as a part of the strip club services, but her lack of reaction was not a surprise.

It wasn't the first time Harry witnessed being rich saving someone from serious trouble.

It was certainly nice to be on the benefiting side for once.

"Oh, I promise you made a great decision. Great pay, a lot of range for promotion, and not to mention the side benefits," Harry whispered as he changed the position of his hands, grabbing her legs, earning another beautiful moan as she did so. She might be angry, but her anger was more about the way he positioned his condition rather than the event itself.

"I hope so," she murmured, the biting tone in her voice putting a smile on her face.

"Oh, believe it," he whispered. "Actually, let me give you your first task."

"I think I know what you're thinking," she answered as her hips started to move.

"Smart girl," Harry whispered. "But I have an addendum. Do that without alerting Hermione to what's going on, and you'll get a beautiful bonus."

That request made her tense, but that evaporated with a quickness that actually surprised him. Though, maybe it shouldn't have, considering the speed she had accepted his initial request and accepted his touch. "Can you cast a spell to make my skirt longer," she asked, suggesting that she didn't have her wand with her.

This was a grave mistake, certainly, but Harry had all the time in the world about educating his new employee - the first official one - about the perils of such decisions. Instead, he decided to accept her request of her, and cast a simple wandless one to do so.

It was good that he did, as, trusting her skirt to keep what was going on covered, Penny's hips started rocking back and forth in a beautiful rhythm, one that was surprisingly better than what he had received the night before.

"Someone had been studying since the last night," he whispered into her ear as he put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them recklessly.

"Well-" she managed to stay before being interrupted by a moan. "If I'm going to something, I'm going to do it well."

"And that's the attitude I want to see in my secretary," he said as he reached into his pocket and stuffed a bundle of cash in her cleavage.

Crystal looked at them once more, noticing their little movement. That by itself was not shocking, but Harry noticed the shock coloring her beautiful face as she looked at them - though her professionalism was amazing enough for her hips to continue working even with the inclusion of that intense shock.

Harry prepared himself to cast a quick memory adjustment - maybe even an Obliviation - as he assumed her shock came from noticing the sudden lengthening of Penelope's skirt, violating several rules of physics as it did so.

But as he peeked into her mind, that concern was quick to disappear. It seemed that she didn't notice that part, because her attention was stolen by something much more important than a casual violation of the rules of physics.

The bundle of cash that he stuffed in Penelope's cleavage, one clearly in the thousands of pounds range. Marking Harry as an amazing customer, unaware of what prompted him to do so.

"How about if I give you an even better example of how to combine seduction and grace," she suggested to Hermione, but her gaze was on him as she did so. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Her gaze was still on Crystal's hip - in a mood what Harry easily recognized as study mode, the most dangerous of her moods - Hermione just nodded, not even fully understanding what Crystal meant.

Though, considering everything they had done, Harry doubted she would have cared enough to stop her even if she did understand.

Meanwhile, his new secretary proved that she wasn't too different from Hermione when it came to singleminded focus, and missed the interplay completely as she focused on the movement of her hips, not even registering the amount of tip she received - or maybe, just not caring about muggle currency after finally getting a well-paying job in the magical side.

Either way, with her eyes closed, she didn't notice the slow approach of Crystal, her beautiful hips swaying with each step.

"The first rule," Crystal said, her smirk getting wider. "Is to understand the appropriate amount of clothing an occasion required. For example, while trying to steal the attention of a handsome guy from a sexy waitress, too much clothing is certainly an impediment." With that, she reached up, grabbing the strings on both sides of her hotpants that kept them intact. "For example, I don't think I'll need these," she said as she pulled the strings, letting them fall on the ground.

Leaving her standing with nothing but a deficient bikini, lace thong, and sexy boots. "Maybe not even these," she added as she grabbed and pulled the side of her panties, but she let them stay. "But sometimes, it's best to let the receiver unwrap a gift," she said as she swayed forward.

As she finally stood in front of them, Penelope finally noticed the interloper, which made her eyes widen in shock. Harry understood the source of her shock only after a quick peek into her mind. She had been working in the club for a while, and friends with many of the dancers, but none of them treated her more than a coworker, which meant she was on the receiving end of their charm assault - something that they perfected to free the men from the unduly weight of their wallet.

And, to her credit, Crystal was quick to realize Harry's disinterest in her - as her fake attraction was easy to read for him, making her boring. And, while he might have been tempted to turn that fake attraction into real - even without employing any magic - as a fun challenge, his hands were full with two sexy bookworms of Hogwarts, and he didn't have the time to do so.

Yet, she proved her professionalism by finding an alternative solution rather than trying to push the issue or retreating.

She grabbed Penelope's top, and pulled it down, turning her uniform into a scrap that barely hid her hips - which was yet another sign of her professionalism, understanding that he wanted to keep what was going on there hidden from Hermione, at least enough to make it fun.

Smart woman.

"Of course, there are many ways of leveraging nudity," she said as she leaned forward, grabbing Penelope's breasts recklessly. "Some are just more creative than the others," she added as she focused on the nipples, though the fluidity of her movement suggested that it wasn't the first time she was relying on some girl-on-girl action to maintain the attention of a well-paying customer.

Harry hardly had a reason to complain as she felt Penelope tightening around him.

As the song changed, Crystal's barely covered his started to sway, though she was splitting her attention between Hermione and Penelope, paying just enough attention to him to make sure there was no decrease in the amusement he was drawing from the beautiful moment.

Harry decided to test her commitment, one in the form of a little conjuration, creating a small bag in a place Crystal couldn't see, and slipped another bundle of cash in before giving it to Crystal. "There are two things in this bag," he said. "Why don't you pick one and pass the other to your student," he said with a chuckle.

She had the opportunity to reject, of course, but with the amount of cash he put inside, there was no doubt about her decision. She grabbed the bundle and cash and put it on the side while she passed the bag to Hermione, who reached out, only to pull a strapon.

"Are you in the mood to test just how well your new teacher could operate under stress?" Harry asked, liking the shine of interest appearing on her face.