Red Light District (Ch. 32)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Red Light District

Chapter 32

It was the following day, and Harry sat between Hermione and Fleur at breakfast. The Great Hall was alive with chatter. No doubt everyone was eager to start their Sunday of fun. He had already eaten his fill of crispy bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs and was using the rest of his time at the table to casually caress Fleur’s smooth, bare thigh. His fingertips grazed her hot skin, and he felt her shudder under his touch. She looked at him and smiled prettily, so he responded by moving his hand further up her thigh. His fingers drifted inward toward the mound covered by a thin, lacy fabric. The heat from Fleur’s pussy was amazing, and he was just about to indulge himself when the morning post arrived.

Owls screeched as they flew in through the upper windows, circling the Great Hall while trying to locate the recipient of their letters and parcels. An owl landed in front of Harry, and after he removed the attached letter, he offered it a piece of bacon, which it gladly accepted. The owl quickly gobbled down its treat and took off. Harry ripped into the letter and wasn’t surprised to see a letter from Molly Weasley. The only surprise was that it arrived the next day. He guessed it would take her no more than a week to get back to him. Harry guessed she was really excited about the modeling opportunity.

Dear, Harry

I have given thought to the job you offered, and I look forward to speaking with you again as soon as possible. I’ve talked it over with my husband, Arthur, and he agrees that it is a good opportunity to earn a bit of extra gold for the family. I hope to see you again soon so we can discuss it further.

Yours truly,

Molly

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle. Yes, she was very excited about it.

“Who’s it from?” he heard Hermione ask from beside him. He turned to her and showed her the letter.

“Ron’s mother?” Hermione asked, confused, and Harry nodded. “What kind of job is she talking about?”

“I offered to let her model for me,” Harry smirked as he folded the letter and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.

“I’m sure Ron is going to be thrilled with that,” Hermione snorted in amusement. “I hope he doesn’t do anything stupid. He’s already a stone’s throw away from getting expelled.” Harry just shrugged.

“If he screws up again, that’s on him. I’m just trying to be nice and cordial to help out the Weasley family,” Harry told her with a cheeky smile on his face. Hermione shot him a look that indicated that she didn’t believe a word of that.

“Sure you are, Harry,” she said, rolling her eyes. Fleur giggled from his other side. “Anyway, when are you going to see her?”

“I was thinking I’d go today,” he told her.

“But ‘arry, we were going to spend the day in ‘ogsmeade together,” Fleur whined and hugged his arm, pushing his bicep between her pillowy tits. Harry smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry, we still will,” he assured her. “We were going to leave at eleven and get some lunch in the village, so I’ll leave early and be back by then. I’ll meet you and Hermione at the Three Broomsticks at eleven as planned.” Harry then checked his watch. “I'd better get going if I don’t want to be late.”

“Good. You should never keep a lady waiting,” Fleur snootily told him, and then squealed loudly when he poked her in the ribs. Harry quickly left the Great Hall, gathered his equipment, and high-tailed it out of the castle grounds before apparating to the Burrow.

Red Light District

Harry walked up the worn path to the Burrow with the weak morning sun on his shoulders and the wind tousling his already-messy black hair. The Burrow looked as lopsided and mismatched as ever, but he couldn’t help but feel happiness at the sight of it. It had always been his refuge from Privet Drive.

He paused at the paint-chipped front door with his camera bag slung across his chest and knocked politely. His eyes flicked to the shed where the brooms were stored, and then to the kitchen window, which was brightly lit. He then saw faint movement on the staircase landing inside. The glass window was cracked and a bit dirty, but it was clear enough to see a familiar blur of red hair.

A few seconds later, the door swung open. Molly Weasley stood before him with a surprised and excited look in her beautiful eyes. She wore a silk robe so thin it might have been a figment of his perverted imagination. It was pearly white, short enough to bare the full length of her impossibly smooth legs, and cinched at the waist in a way that made her breasts look even more enormous than usual. The fabric strained over her chest, and her mountainous cleavage glimmered in the morning sunlight. Down below, the robe clung to her wide hips and wasn’t able to fully cover the entirety of her panties. The crotch of her panties hung below the hem, and Harry marveled at the way the tight material snugly hugged the shape of her fat pussy lips. All it took was being in her presence for a few seconds to cause his cock to salute her.

Harry smiled kindly and adjusted the front of his trousers. They were becoming too tight for comfort. "Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," he said, and let his eyes roam, slow and obvious.

Her heart-shaped face lit up with pleasure, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Harry, you came! I didn't expect … well, I only sent the letter last night!" She stepped forward, and her robe flapped open enough to tease him with a glimpse of her areola. The flap of her robe only stopped opening because it got caught against her hard nipple. She didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she didn’t care. "Come in, come in! And I told you to call me Molly, dear."

He stepped inside and accidentally brushed against her as he did. Her soft robe rubbed against his bare arm. She smelled like vanilla with just a hint of wet pussy. The camera bag bumped against his hip, and Harry resisted the urge to snap a picture right then and there.

The kitchen was as chaotic as ever. Pots were bubbling on the stove, a knife was evenly slicing a loaf of bread apart on the table, and half the chairs were askew. As soon as Molly entered, she began straightening them up. "Where’s Ron?" Harry asked, stowing the camera bag on an empty chair.

Molly tutted and shook her head. "Still sleeping, lazy sod. He was up late doing god knows what." She leaned over the table, clearing a stack of plates, and the robe rode up until the swell of her ass peeked from beneath the hem. It was round and wonderfully pale. The g-string of her panties was buried deep between her plump, jiggly cheeks. Harry openly stared, not caring if he was caught. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be seeing much more of her cock-hardening body. She set down the plates, then stretched even further to snag a teacup, and the neckline of her robe gaped open, displaying the inner curve of her breast.

He forced his gaze away just as she straightened, cup in hand. "Tea, Harry?"

"Thank you, Molly," he said, nodding with a pleasant smile. Molly smiled back and turned to the stove.

Molly busied herself at the kettle and then turned back to him. Her soft, thick body was incredible. She was soft and pillowy at her bust, tucked tight at the waist, then flaring into hips that would have made a lesser man blow his load straight into his trousers. The robe clung to her curves, the fabric so thin it did nothing to hide the small, pert dimples right above her ass.

“So … Molly … You said that your husband agreed to let you model?” Harry asked as he waited. Molly looked over her shoulder, her cheeks slightly pink.

“He did,” she confirmed, nodding. “He was wary at first when he thought that I wanted to go back to work. When I explained that it was just a photoshoot, he was a little more receptive. When he heard that I’d be earning one hundred galleons for a day’s work, well … let’s just say he was a lot more receptive,” she said with a smirk. Harry chuckled while tapping his fingers against the table. Harry didn’t think Arthur would be as receptive if he knew what he had in store for his dear, sweet Mollywobbles.

"You did say it was one hundred galleons … right?” she asked, suddenly sounding unsure, like he was suddenly going to short-change her.

“One hundred galleons,” Harry confirmed with a nod, putting her at ease. He reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a sack. He placed both of them on the table. “This is a standard contract, and this …” he said, lifting the sack and letting it drop back to the table. The heavy, coin-laden purse clanked loudly against the wood. “... is the gold,” he finished.

Molly’s eyes went wide at the sound of the heavy sack. She could just imagine how many gold coins it would take to make that loud a sound. She licked her lips greedily. She couldn’t remember the last time they had one hundred galleons at any given time. They could do so much with that money, and who knows, maybe Harry would even have more work for her. It certainly beats staying at home all day, cooking and cleaning. “That’s wonderful,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. She had worried that he wasn’t serious when he made the offer, or that he would think it over and change his mind. That’s why she was so quick to accept.

“I also brought my equipment,” Harry told her, patting his bag. “So we can get started as soon as you sign the contract.”

Molly laughed softly. It was more of a laugh to relieve the tension she had felt over the night as she waited and hoped he would quickly respond to her letter. She poured the tea and carried it back to the table. As she set it down, she leaned in close … far too close for mere hospitality … and her breast tumbled out of the robe. Her heavy tit hung there, slightly swinging right in front of his face.

Molly took it in stride, though her cheeks did blush pink. Still, she didn't rush to cover herself. Instead, she looked up at Harry, eyes wide and hoping he liked what he saw. He certainly seemed to. Harry was practically devouring her naked tit with his eyes. Her already hard nipple crinkled harder under his gaze, like it was getting ready to be sucked. Molly finished fixing his tea while Harry greedily stared at her swinging breast. Once done, she stuffed her tit back into its prison and got herself a cup of tea. She then joined Harry at the table where he pushed the contract to her.

“Mhmm … Mhmm … Yes … Everything looks good, Harry,” she said, reading it over. It was pretty straightforward, and she wasn’t a novice when it came to these types of contracts. She knew exactly what to look out for and what to avoid. His contract was standard, just as he indicated. Molly took a quill from him and scribbled her signature on it. With that done, Harry folded it up and placed it in his bag.

“Now, how about we finish our lovely tea and get to work?” Harry suggested, and Molly happily agreed.

Red Light District

Molly rose from her chair and wiped her nervous, sweaty hands on her robe, which had already betrayed her decency twice and looked eager to do so again. Harry finished his last sip of tea, tucked his camera bag beneath his arm, and followed her out of the kitchen and up the battered staircase.

The stairwell was barely wider than Molly’s hips, which meant that Harry was treated to the sight of her ass swaying from step to step just inches from his face. The silk robe did little to hide the jiggle of her flesh, nor did it hide the smell of her damp pussy. At the landing, she paused to catch her breath before leading him to her bedroom door. She pushed it open and invited him in.

Inside, the room was only slightly messy. She obviously didn’t think they would be doing this so soon. The bed was wide and covered with a thick, floral-printed blanket and mismatched pillows. A few clothes lay scattered on the floor or over a chair. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Family photographs were scattered here and there, and the carpet was soft and thick. Harry set his camera bag on the bed and did a slow turn, smiling at Molly as she fluttered about the room, trying to tidy in vain.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, plucking a bra from the lampshade and tucking it hastily into a drawer. “I suppose I should have cleaned up before you came, but the letter … well, I was just so eager.”

Harry eyed her body as she moved. “Don’t worry, Molly. You didn’t know I was coming so soon. Let me help you. There are some things I need to do to get the room ready.”

The first thing Harry did was hide the family photos. He obviously didn’t want those appearing in the pictures. He then removed the blanket and pillows from her bed and stowed them in the closet. From his magically expanded bag, Harry pulled out a thick, satin blanket the color of wine and a set of matching pillows. He made the bed and gave it a satisfied nod.

She smiled nervously and sat on the edge of the bed. The robe flared up, the white silk riding high on her thighs. For a moment, she fidgeted with the belt, then let her hands fall away, exposing the full length of her pale thighs and the narrow band of her panties underneath. They were red with a little bow at the front, and so tight they looked painted on. Harry could see the exact shape of her pussy.

Harry’s cock twitched in his trousers. He cleared his throat and pulled the camera from his bag. I

“First things first,” he said, trying to sound at least a little professional. “Can you place a Silencing Charm on the door? I always try to keep these things private,” he explained. She stood and, with a flick of her wand, muttered the incantation. A shimmer rolled across the door like a soapy bubble. Molly turned back to him, cheeks flushed.

“Very good,” Harry said, his voice steady as he checked the light. “Now, can I move a few things around for the best angle?” he asked, looking around the room.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Molly said, leaping up and bustling over to help.

Together they pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with soft morning sun. Molly and Harry then moved the chair, side tables, and lamp out of the way. They moved around each other, bumping elbows and grazing shoulders as they arranged the room to the best of their ability. The air in the room was thick with anticipation. Every time Harry looked at her, Molly’s cheeks pinkened, and her fingers twitched at the belt of her robe. She was eager to get started, and so was he. Finally, Harry stood at the foot of the bed, camera raised, and gave her the signal. “Whenever you’re ready, Molly. Just take off your robe and do whatever feels natural.”

She took a breath, straightened her posture, and in a single motion shrugged the robe from her shoulders. It slithered down her arms and pooled around her ankles, leaving her in only the red panties and nothing else. Her breasts were huge and impossibly perky, each capped with a blushing areola the size of a galleon. Her nipples were already stiff with arousal. Her stomach was soft, but not doughy. Her hips flared out, making her body seem extra fertile. Her legs were thick and pale, with a subtle dusting of freckles that faded as they approached the creamy inner thighs. The panties were so tight they looked like a second skin, and the outline of her swollen pussy lips was unmistakable.

Harry snapped a photo, then another. Molly’s eyes fluttered at the attention, and she shifted her weight so that her breasts jiggled together. She then arched her back slightly, forcing them up and out.

“Beautiful,” Harry said, not even bothering to hide the desire in his voice.

“You say that like you haven’t seen a pair of tits before, dear,” she said, making her tits shake from side to side.

“Not like those,” he said, stepping closer, the camera lowered for a moment as he let his gaze wander. “Yours are special. The guys are going to go mental over these photos.”

She cupped one in her hand and lifted it, squeezing so her nipple bulged between her fingers. “You’re a flatterer, Harry. Arthur never says things like that. Not anymore, at least.” Molly then licked her own nipple.

Harry raised the camera and caught the moment as she lifted both arms over her head, grabbing each elbow. Her tits dangling free. The posture made her breasts look even more massive, the pale curves broken only by the dusky pink of her nipples. “Maybe Mr. Weasley needs to have his glasses checked,” Harry teased, snapping a burst of shots as she smiled with pleasure.

Molly leaned back, planted her feet wide, and stretched her arms over her head. The motion elongated her torso, pulled the panties tight against her mound, and made her nipples stand proud at attention. She looked like she was about to devour him. Harry had to admit, she was an excellent model. She hadn’t missed a beat since her younger years. Harry kept the banter going, “So, Molly, did you ever do anything like this before? You’re a natural.”

She laughed, unabashed. “Sort of. I was never a real model. I used to work at Milkies. I was one of their top girls,” she said with pride in her voice. It seemed that she missed the good old days. “But every so often they would take some promo shots of me and the other girls … you know, for flyers and posters and whatnot. I’m not going to lie, I really enjoyed having my pictures taken. It’s a bit naughty, isn’t it?” she giggled.

He snapped a close-up of her face. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were hooded with arousal. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying your work. I certainly do,” Harry teased, taking a picture of her bouncing tits.

Molly arched her back and rolled her hips. The fabric of her panties slid into the crease between her lips, and a small, damp patch appeared at the front. She noticed him looking, and her confidence seemed to double. She reached down and hooked a finger under the waistband, teasing as if she might peel them down, but stopped. She gave him just a glance at her incredibly smooth mound.

“I suppose you’re right about that. You should always take pride in anything you do,” she wisely told him.

Molly then crawled onto the bed and spread her knees apart. She lowered her chest and lifted her ass. From side to side, she shook it, causing her fat cheeks to jiggle and clap. Harry smiled deviously and set the camera aside for a moment. He crawled onto the bed next to her, acting as if he was simply checking the lighting. The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight. The intimacy of having a man other than her husband in their bed was overwhelming to Molly. She quickly wondered if he was going to use the employer’s privilege on her.

It was widely known by those who worked in the industry that the employers got to use their employees as much as they desired. It was a perk of the powerful. Everyone who worked in the industry accepted it. In fact, most of the girls even loved it. Back in her day, Molly was often brought home by the club owner. As such, she was awarded special privileges of her own, including higher pay, extra time off, and large bonuses on holidays. Molly used to love strutting around the club while the other girls stared jealously at her. She was the favorite, and every one of them knew it. Now, those old sensations were coming back. Her pussy tingled as Harry neared, and she was eager to be the favorite again.

He brushed her hair from her face, letting his fingers graze her ear. She shivered and leaned into him, her breasts pressing to his chest. “May I?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.

“Of course, dear,” Molly breathlessly stated, and Harry, with slow, deliberate care, took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed. They were warm, soft, and impossibly full. Her stiff, crinkled nipples dug into his palms. Molly closed her eyes and let out a little sigh, arching her back further to fill his hands.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly that her tits mashed against his face. Harry nuzzled her cleavage and then pressed a kiss to the upper curve of her breast. Molly made a pleased, hungry sound and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tight.

They held there for a moment, their bodies pressed together while Harry licked and sucked on the delicate skin of her tits. Then Molly rolled him onto his back with surprising strength and straddled him, her tits swinging as she planted her hands on his chest. Harry could feel the heat of her pussy through her panties and his trousers. She ground against him, rubbing her clit over his cock, and leaned forward so her tits dangled just above his mouth. Molly suddenly felt like a young woman again. She instantly began having flashbacks to her time working at the club. She remembered how the men stared longingly at her bouncing tits as she danced and twirled. She remembered them handing over their hard-earned gold for one taste of her rock-hard nipple. It was a feeling she thought she would never get back … until now.

“Now, Harry …” she whispered, “... take another picture. I want to remember this feeling forever.”

He reached behind him, grabbed the camera, and snapped a shot from below. Molly was wild-eyed and heavily aroused. Her tits filled the frame, and her panties were so wet they clung to her taut pussy lips. It was the perfect shot. They spent the next twenty minutes trying out different poses, each more scandalous than the last. Molly lay back on the sheets, knees spread, breasts jiggling as she arched her hips. She posed on her hands and knees, looking back at Harry with a wicked smile, her ass in the air. She even tried on a few of Ginny’s old Hogwarts uniforms. Her body was absolutely spilling out everywhere on those particular shots. Once Harry had enough shots to choose from for the Chocolate Frog cards, he decided to get what he really paid for.

“Alright, Molly, let’s get you out of those panties and really have some fun,” he said with a smirk to the blushing woman. Molly pressed her legs together and lifted them up. She wanted him to take them off. He would do that and so much more, Harry wickedly thought as he crawled onto the bed.