Harry and Ginny's Indecent Proposal Chapter One

STORY TITLE: Harry and Ginny's Indecent Proposals

PART: 01 of ?? Indecent Proposal One – Anne Steele

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction@gmail.com)

DISTRIBUTION: Patreon Exclusive

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. Anne Steele belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy

SUMMARY: Anne is raising money for her Homeless Shelter, Harry and Ginny offer a donation, but with a catch.  Will she let them have her body all night for the money she desperately needs?  

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Ginny/Anne

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <5,162>

SPOILERS:   None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners.  

ADDITIONAL WARNING:   Evil Harry and Ginny, not puppy kicking, baby-killing evil, but not nice people all the same!   There is also Ron bashing.

AUTHORS NOTES:  Yes, I was inspired in writing this by the basic hook for the movie of the same name. I've never seen the movie, so I don't know how it was resolved there, but it doesn't matter.  I sincerely doubt the movie bears much resemblance to what Harry and Ginny are doing here.   

Patreon Exclusive – this started with a very different plot, but as usual, the characters started adlibbing, it will be fun to see where it goes GRIN

July 31st, 2010

Four Seasons Hotel

Beverly Hills, CA

Harry's POV

"You want me to do what?" The woman hissed, glaring at Ginny and me.  Ginny just ignored the glare, it was nothing compared to Molly or Snape at their worst.  

Sighing, “It's very simple Miss Steele.  My husband and I will donate One Million dollars to the East Hills Teen Center.  However, if you agree to come with us to our suite and do what we tell you for the rest of the night, that figure will be increased to Five Million dollars.”

“You want me to be your whore for five million dollars, is that it?  What makes you think I would do something like that, for any amount of money?”

Ginny glanced at me, and I pulled a folder out of the briefcase I had sitting beside me.  Handing it to Ginny she opened it up and started reading.

“Well, to start with, Anne Steele, born Joan Appleby, June 27th, 1980.  Left home and joined a 'religious ' order called 'The Family of Love' in 1996, taking the name Sister Sunshine.  You were with them for approximately one year, and you were arrested for soliciting 3 times during that period.  Granted, you claimed that the donations were to support your church, but it was still considered prostitution.”

Turning a page, “Then there was your time as a hanger-on at the Sunset Club in Sunnydale, not the brightest move you could have made, but, when you weren't there, you were arrested for soliciting at least five times that we've been able to find.  The records are difficult to locate now that Sunnydale is a crater.”

Looking directly at the woman, who is obviously shaken, Ginny smiled slightly.  “Do I need to go on?”

Anne shook her head, looking down at the table.  “No, no you don't.  But, that was a long time ago, I've put that behind me, and I'm helping people.  Why are you doing this to me?”

I decided to speak up at this time because Ginny's expression made it seem that it was still uncomfortable for Ginny to talk about.  "The short answer is because we have to, Miss Steele."

She looked at me, and I could easily read the confusion in her eyes, so I continued.  “You are obviously well aware of vampires and other supernatural beings, correct?  Well, due to several events when both of us were growing up, we attracted the attention of one of those beings, who, for reasons of it's own, placed a curse on us.  We were given access to a great deal of money, nearly a billion dollars of it, to give away to various charitable causes. We had to give it away, not spend it on ourselves, by a certain deadline, or the being would take us and our children into it's domain and torture our souls for the next million years.”

She gasped, and I nodded, grimly, “We don't have any problem giving the money away, there are always people that need help, and we've spent our lives, even before the curse, helping people.  Unfortunately, with the curse, there was a catch.  For each gift of money we give, we have to receive sexual services in return.  We've consulted with the best curse-breakers we could find, and none of them could help us to remove the sexual services requirement.”

Ginny cleared her throat, “We suspect that the being is enjoying seeing the two of us corrupted, because, in our own society, we are held up as an example to be emulated, and our reputations would be severely damaged if our activities became public knowledge.   That is why we generally make our donations here in the United States or in Asia, and not in England, where we live.”

I was watching Anne's eyes and knew we had her.  It constantly amazes me how gullible people can be.  The fact is, both Ginny and I are more than a little dark, and who wouldn't be after what Tom did to us?  We enjoy finding 'virtuous' women and making them an offer like this and do it regularly.  The sex is almost always more enjoyable when the woman is convinced it's not something she should be doing.  The fact that they enjoy the experience more than they thought humanly possible, and are eager to do it again, just makes it easier to lead them into more and more degrading situations.

We probably won't do much to Anne, simply because we do support what she is doing, and, if there had been something like her shelter available to Tom when he was younger, he might not have turned out the way he had.

But others weren't so lucky.  The last time I saw Narcissa Malfoy she was turning tricks at a dive bar in Muggle London, getting buggered over the snooker table.  I threw a couple of hundred pounds in her face and left, men were queuing up to have her as I walked out the door.   I felt no regrets, and still don't, she had hidden Lucius and Draco's activities behind the wall of 'respectability, and now that wall was permanently shattered, revealing who she was to the entire world.

Ginny was insatiable when I got home that night, which didn't surprise me at all. I had called her on her mirror and told her what I had done, so she was waiting for me to get there.  She was already naked when I opened the door and had my trousers around my ankles and my cock in her mouth within seconds.  That was just the start of our evening, and I ended up cumming twice in her mouth, pussy, and arse before she was sated enough to sleep.

We didn't always hunt for women to degrade, some came to us willingly.  Sweet Luna, for example, had an appetite for perversion that almost equaled our own.  I don't know how she managed it, but Luna showed up one night not long after our first time with her, with some Polyjuice and clippings of her father and mother's hair.  It felt strange wearing another person's appearance, but Luna enjoyed the evening being the toy of her parents.  

Luna has even joined us on occasion, such as the night that Anastasia Greengrass and her daughters came to us looking for help to save Greengrass Manor.  It was especially enjoyable because both Daphne and Astoria had managed to make it all the way through Hogwarts and were still virgins.

The three of us watched as Lady Greengrass used her mouth on her daughters to get them ready for me, and Ginny and Luna enjoyed the tongues of all three of the women while I was buggering them.   The expression on their faces when I demonstrated that I was filming them, and all of them were seen and heard to agree was priceless!

Turning back to our latest victim, it was easy to see that she was torn, and I nudged Ginny with my foot under the table and she moved in for the kill.   She slid around the curved booth we were sitting at and sat right next to the woman.  She was attractive, and, if things were different, Ginny and I would have probably tried to seduce her normally, but, we had a bet with our lawyer, Lilah, that we wouldn't be able to get Anne into our bed, and I was very much interested in collecting that wager!  She had let slip that a young English actress who looked amusingly like Hermione needed some assistance, and, if we won the bet, she would introduce her to us.

There was no way we would turn down a wager like that, even though we've both had the real Hermione, multiple times, and she kept coming back for more.   It was quite amusing to see just how much darkness the formerly rule-following Head Girl had inside her, and she has even pointed us in the direction of women we can corrupt. She had been hidden behind a personal Fidelus that Ginny and I were aware of, the night we seduced Audrey Weasley.  She had practically fingered herself raw and screamed herself hoarse by the time the woman was dressed and had gone through the floo.

Ginny was doing an excellent job reeling Miss Steele in, her hand was resting on top of the blonde's, and I could hear her softly speaking to the woman.  "I know it's a hard decision, Anne, and we hate putting you in this situation.  We would love nothing more than to donate the entire five million to you right now, and leave with nothing more than a sincere 'Thank You,' but we will not risk the very souls of our children just to keep our consciences clean, I'm sorry."

I hid a smile behind my napkin as the woman looked at Ginny with sympathy.  Ginny put a soft smile on her face, and said, "I know it might not seem like a major consolation, but Harry and I have learned a great deal about satisfying a woman over the last several years, so I will promise you that you will enjoy yourself."

She was almost there, it was easy, even without my subtle Legilimency probe, that she was very close to accepting our offer.  It's almost a pity, she really had put those days behind her and was what she appeared to be.  But once she crosses the line with us, it will be easier for her to do it a second time, and then a third.  I think we will need to keep tabs on Anne and see where her path takes her.

Of course, she may get lucky and find a partner that enjoys her corruption.  I know for a fact that Bill Weasley greatly enjoys his life with Fleur now since she spent a few nights with us.  And wouldn't Molly be shocked, if she was still alive, to know that Ginny enjoys sex with Bill almost as much as she does with me?  It's only fair, she watches me with other women, I watch her with other men.

Having Bill on our side has been incredibly useful in dealing with the Goblins, and both of our family vaults are filling up nicely. Ron and the rest of the family aren't doing so well, and Ginny and I are considering adding Lavender to our collection, but Ginny refuses to even think about letting Ron touch her, not that I blame her, of course.

Looking across the table, I see the resignation in her eyes, and so I sat back, waiting patiently.  Finally, she sighed and said, "Alright, I'll do what you ask.  But, I want to see the money before we leave the table."

I smiled at her and I nodded, "Very sensible, Miss Steele, I don't blame you at all for your caution."  Putting my briefcase on the table, I unlock it and turn it towards her, lifting the lid so she can see the wrapped stacks of hundred dollar bills, 50 of them, each of them holding $10,000.  Her eyes widened as she stared at them, only to blink when I close the lid again.  "The briefcase and it's contents will go with you when you leave in the morning."

Letting the lust show in my eyes, I said, "Are you ready to go?"  She gave a hesitant nod, and I looked to Ginny and said, "Love, why don't you take Anne to the ladies room and help her relax, she will enjoy herself a lot more if she isn't so tense."

Ginny smiled and nodded, and, taking the unresistant woman's hand, slid out of the booth.  Once the two of them were on their way to the ladies' room, I cast a mild avoidance charm around the booth so I wouldn't be noticed and pulled the mirror out of my jacket pocket. Tapping the mirror one time to enlarge it, I watched as Ginny cast the necessary privacy spells around the room.  It wouldn't do for the two of them to be interrupted by security.   

The two of us had done this so many times that it was almost second nature to us, but there was still a thrill in luring an innocent into our web.  Ginny was much better at breaking down the initial resistance with her skill at playing the reluctant seducer.   

It always amuses me to see how well she plays the role since she gave me her body for the first time before we even left the Chamber of Secrets!   The diary had corrupted her morals to the point that she had absolutely no inhibitions, and since the remnant of Tom that he left behind in my scar had done something similar to me, I had no problem with taking what she was offering.   

It had annoyed Ron a great deal that I claimed the Life Debt that Ginny owed me from Arthur and Molly before school ended that year, and Ginny stayed with me for the entire summer while the rest of her family went to Egypt.     

Dumbledore had been extremely unhappy that I hadn't returned to the Dursley's, but between what the Diary had revealed, and the memories I was receiving, neither of us cared all that much about what that miserable old man wanted. In fact, we got a great deal of pleasure out of ensuring that he met with an extremely unfortunate (for him anyway) accident later that summer.  McGonagall was much easier to manipulate into giving us what we wanted.

Ginny and I also spent the summer gathering playmates.  Luna was the first, but certainly not the last to join the two of us in our bed.   It was extremely entertaining to watch Percy's girlfriend Penelope succumb to Ginny's charms.  The older girl had not been satisfied with Percy's skills, so she was quite willing to make return visits, even willingly having sex with Luna while Ginny and I watched! But I could enjoy those memories later, Ginny was making her move.

HAGIP & HAGIP & HAGIP

Ginny's POV

The woman was nervous, that was obvious, but I knew that wouldn't last.  Harry and I had far too much experience with reluctant women, and they always enjoyed themselves a great deal.   Putting my warmest smile on my face, I stepped closer to Anne and said “Don't worry, I know you are uncomfortable with this, and if it weren't for the curse, it wouldn't be happening.  Just try to relax a bit, and I'll make you feel really good.”

Reaching up, I put my hands on the side of Anne's face and smiled as she closed her eyes.  Pressing my lips against hers, I let my tongue run along her lips until she opened them and I entered her mouth.   Moving my hands, I rubbed her back as I pulled her body against me, dropping my hands to cup the cheeks of her arse.  When she moaned and put her hands on my bum I knew we had her!

I shifted my leg so it was between Anne's thighs and lifted slightly to put pressure on her pussy, and her eyes shot open in surprise.  I kissed her again before she could say anything, and whispered, “Just relax, I told you I was going to make you feel good, didn't I?”

Rubbing my thigh against her pussy,  I could feel her getting wet, even though Anne was trying to ignore the way she was feeling.  Harry and I had seen it many times in the past, and it always makes for a fun evening.   Just looking at the pained look in her eyes, it was easy to tell that Anne was fighting with herself, she didn't want to do this and probably had convinced herself that if she didn't enjoy it, she wasn't really a whore.   

I didn't have any problem letting her hold on to her delusions, at least for now.  She would realize, eventually that she was our whore, and there was nothing she could do about it.  But, she was going to be one of the fortunate ones, Harry and I discussed it when we looked into Anna's background when we decided to take Lilah's bet.   We both agree that her work was something we would happily support, so she wouldn't end up like Rita Skeeter, spending the rest of her life in a goblin brothel!   The bitch really should have been more careful about what she did with the money so she wouldn't have to keep coming back.

But I had promised to make Anne feel good, so I started moving my thigh.  I kept rubbing as I put my arms around her and pulled her closer so our tits were rubbing against each other.   I captured her lips with my mouth and started kissing her again, my tongue easily gaining entry.   I kept kissing her until she was focused on nothing else, and I lowered my hands and started tugging up her dress.   I had been in this position so many times it was almost ridiculously easy to get the bottom of the dress up over her hips and start sliding her knickers, no panties, we're in the Colonies, got to use their terminology.  It was easy to slip my fingers in the leg holes of her panties and pull them away from her skin.  

She jerked when my fingers touched the skin of her rear, but then she just relaxed and kept on kissing me.   If I could, I would have laughed with delight, because she was truly ours!  She was even easier than the woman from that ridiculous church in Kansas.  She was one of the most vocal about the evil of homosexuals and lesbians, and yet it took less than five minutes to get her on her knees with her tongue in my pussy.   I wonder how she's doing these days since Harry and I plastered her pictures all over the church and surrounding area?

Pulling Anne's panties down, I let my leg move back and guided her over to the sinks.  Lifting her up, I had her sitting on the edge of the sink with her legs spread and her entire bottom half exposed.  I did like the way her pussy was framed by the garters and knew Harry was going to enjoy it.  He had a thing for the stockings and garter combination, so when I got dressed for fun-time, I always wore them.

Casting a cushioning charm, I knelt down and blew softly over the neatly trimmed hair around her pussy.  Sliding my tongue out, I gave her a lick from the bottom to the top, enjoying the way Anne shivered at my touch.  I moved closer, sucking on her pussy lips between licking her.  I lifted my face slightly as I licked, so my nose brushed her clit, making her moan loudly.  

It's a good thing I remembered to cast the silencing charms, otherwise, security would be bursting in, and I really hate being interrupted to obliviate people.   It was bad enough several years ago when Harry and I went to Washington DC and toured the White House, the Magical Secret Service lost their damn minds because we seduced the president's oldest daughter, Anna, Henna, something like that, and they found us in an empty closet with the girl on her knees.  I still can't believe they kicked us out of Washington for 100 years for that! It's not like we seduced the First Lady at the same time!

Anne was starting to squirm on the seat as she was getting closer to cumming, so I just kept licking and playing with her clit, until she finally let out a soft cry and my mouth was full of her juices.  Pulling back, I stood up and banished the cushioning charm.   I waited until Anne's eyes cleared and I bent down to pick up her panties.  I folded them and put them in my purse as I looked her in the eyes, “You won't need these for the rest of the night, but if you want them in the morning, I'll give them back to you.”

She smiled slightly as she blushed, but she shook her head.  I moved to one of the other sinks to clean off my face and fix my makeup.  Harry may adore seeing me with pussy juice on my face, but other people aren't so open-minded.

Anne had managed to pull down her dress and get herself in some kind of order, so I dropped the privacy charms and started toward the door.  Anne didn't even hesitate to follow me, and I knew the rest of the night was going to be memorable.

HAGIP & HAGIP & HAGIP

Anne's POV

This is not how I was expecting the night to go, but it's interesting enough that I'm willing to play along, and the two of them are attractive enough that I don't have a problem having sex with them.  Hell, if they'd approached me differently I would have gone with them for nothing.  But I was honestly insulted by the way the two of them tried to bullshit me, so I'll take their money anyway.  I'm not that proud and the money could do a hell of a lot of good for the kids.   

I'd really like to know how they found out about 'Sister Sunshine' and the records from Sunnydale, but I doubt they'll tell me.  They don't seem the type to be involved with Wolfram and Hart, but they knew everything about my past, and I have been waiting for somebody to approach me about it.  I had a lot of possible responses depending on the situation, but I was expecting the approach to be threatening, not a clumsy attempt at seduction.  I'm sure that the sob story approach was effective enough with some of the innocents out there, but I've been around way too long and seen way too much to fall for their game.  And, to be honest I wouldn't have expected the approach to come from two authentic heroes.  

I recognized Harry Potter and his wife Ginny as soon as I saw them, more people know about their secret world than they suspect, and I happen to be one of them. A couple of wizard kids, tourists, of course, had managed to get themselves lost in LA a couple of years ago, and ended up being the victims of a hit and run not far from the shelter.   It wasn't hard to put things together when they were babbling on painkillers as me and a couple of the other staff tried to put them back together.

Once I knew where to look, it wasn't that hard to get information on the Wizarding World, because they could be a danger to the rest of us.  Voldemort and his followers proved that, but Harry Potter somehow stopped him, nobody seems to be clear on how, though.   

I had kept up to date on the news as much as I could, and heard all about the Potters and their charitable contributions, and how they were working on getting the laws changed to help more people, and wondered how much of that was true and how much was spin?  From reading between the lines of the only authorized newspaper, there was no such thing as freedom of the press over there, and if powerful people don't want certain information released, either it disappears, or the reporter does.   I'm not going to say anything, because I'm in no mood to have somebody fuck with my memories, but one of the things I've picked up over the years is mental shields, after all the different demons that tried to mess with my mind, it was a necessity.

I've also learned to be an accomplished actress, you don't survive as long as I have without being able to keep a personality in place and not show anyone what you are really thinking.  So I kept a dazed smile on my face as I followed Ginny out of the bathroom, looking forward to what I could accomplish with the five million.

Walking back to the booth where Harry was waiting, I let him see me slow down and look uncomfortable before obviously 'convincing' myself to go ahead.   Sliding into the booth across from them, I looked down at the table and said, “Okay, if we're doing this, let's go.  Where are you staying?”

Harry's voice was sympathetic, and about as sincere as my reluctance, as he spoke, “We're staying here this weekend.  We reserved the Presidential Suite, it's not like we have to worry about the money, is it?”

His voice sounded bitter by the end of it, and I was almost impressed, he was good at staying in character too.  And, even if they were playing a game, a night in the Presidential Suite wasn't something most people get to experience.

Making myself look up, I said, “Give me the damned money, I'm going to get it put in the safe, and then I'll give you what you paid for!”

The two of them looked at each other but didn't say anything, and I was soon taking the receipt for the secure storage.   We didn't talk as we took the elevator up to their floor, and down the hall to the door.  I didn't get a chance to get a good look around the suite, but that's okay I can do that later.  Once the door closed behind me, I heard the rustle of clothing, and Ginny's dress was laying on the floor, leaving her naked except for stockings and a garter belt.  

I took a good long look at her, because she was an attractive woman, even though she was nearly forty, she could pass for her early twenties.   Her tits weren't the largest, but they fit her frame nicely, and her nipples were tight little points on her pale skin.   They were dusted with freckles and I was hit with the sudden urge to lick every single freckle on her body.  I knew it wasn't something they were doing because I'd had a thing for redheads ever since seeing Lea Thompson as Marty's mom put me through puberty.

My eyes drifted down, and I'll admit it, I licked my lips seeing that she was shaved and her pussy was already wet.  I knew I'd be getting my tongue inside her and was almost looking forward to it, Ginny had done a decent job getting me off earlier, and I wasn't going to be selfish.

I had to stop enjoying the view when Harry started taking his clothes off and I turned to look at him.  He gave me an embarrassed-looking smile and said, "It would help if you took your clothes off too, Anne."

Giving my own version of embarrassment,  I reached behind me to unzip the dress, only to find Ginny's hands were already tugging the zipper down.  With that taken care of, I reached up and pushed the dress off my shoulders, letting it slide down my arms and letting him see my tits for the first time.  There was no way I could have worn a bra the way this dress was designed, and I didn't normally need one anyway.   

I did like the way his eyes widened slightly when he got a look at the posts in my nipples, the dress was thick enough to keep them from being noticeable, but I liked knowing they were there.  It was a bit of a laugh, talking so nicely and politely to all the contributors at the auction and knowing that most of the women would faint at the idea of being pierced!

Pushing the dress over my hips, I stood naked in front of them, except for my garters and stockings.  Ginny still had my panties in her purse, so I let them have a good look, before turning around and letting him see my ass.  With the money they were paying, there was no way I would get out of there without him fucking it at least once.  I wasn't crazy about the idea, but for five million he'd get a performance that Aurora Snow would envy as I took him up there!

Ginny had moved to stand next to her husband as I was walking forward, but I looked directly at Harry and said, “What would you like first?  My mouth, my pussy or my ass? Or would you like to watch me have sex with your wife?”  

 I was probably pushing it a little with the bored tone, but I was still annoyed at the insulting way they had approached me.   That turned out to be a mistake because Harry just smirked at me.  "I think before we get to the fun stuff, you need to follow Ginny into the bathroom where she will get you ready, and then you're going to be stretched out across my lap for a spanking.  You need to learn the proper attitude for serving us tonight."

Okay, that was different, but I didn't say anything, just followed his wife into the bathroom, wondering just what he meant by 'getting me ready'?   

End Chapter One