WHen the dark lords returned [Lawless and Pole]

[Pole-whore]

It had been a little over a year when Harry had lost the big fight and many of the old order had gone into hiding. Hermione had no idea what had happened to Ron, Ginny, or Luna for she had chosen what she thought was the smartest way to stay hidden was to return to a muggle life.

The witch had sent her parents away and told them it was better for them not to know where she was. After all, she knew that the dark lord would stop at nothing to destroy those who opposite him. Now, the female worked at a strip club in South Dakota none the less as far from home as possible. She had done her best to hide the British assent and now went by the name Bailey.

She had grown into a lovely young lady with stunning curves and long curly hair. The bright eyes always on the look out and a troubled mind always reminding her that she should not use her wand. How she hated that she had been forced to return to an average life. In five minutes she would be on that stage again, peeling away every piece of clothing she currently had covering her body.

As the manager walked in one last time, Hermione stood in front of the mirror the bright pink latex miniskirt barely covering the black, see threw, lace thong that covered what very private area she had left. A bright pink latex bra covered the now c-cupped breasts and a black net shirt covered that. Matching pink boots, made of the same material as the skirt, came to just bellow the knee as she heard them announce her name.

The brown eyes swept the crowed for anything dangerous before the slim form began to move to her song. It was a fast up-beat sound that made her move her body in quick motions. Hoping onto the bar she hooked her legs over head and slide down the pole slowly while letting the net skirt fall from her features.

 

[Lawless]

A tall man was sitting up front, watching her. The man was Lord Voldemort, however, he had disguised himself magically, to look like a Muggle. After he had defeated that Potter nuisance, and all of the remaining rebellion scattered, Voldemort had decided he would go on ahead and punish those for standing against him. Tonks, Ginny, Luna... they were all dealt with, already. Most of the older women, and the men, were tortured out of information...

It wasn't until just a couple of weeks ago that he heard about where Hermione was.

Voldemort looked up at her, and pulled out one hundred dollars worth of muggle money. "Hey, cutie." He said. "Why don't you take me to a private room for a private dance?" He said, and then stood up to rub her thigh, and look up her skirt.

 

[Pole-whore]

As the customer motioned Hermione over she smiled and winked at him. Dancing over to him so that he could place the dollar bill where ever he would like she shimmied and whispered into his ear “No problem, but you will have to wait until I am done up here and tell that gentlemen over there.” She pointed at a man standing near the entrance how seemed to be taking private orders.

Meanwhile, Hermione continued her routine. Playing a teasing game with one of the customers by letting him tug on her skirt and undo the zipper before twirling up and letting it hit the ground as well. The entire routine of three minutes ended with the girl dressed down to the black lacy thong which had a few dollar bills stuck into it.

Winking at a few gents, the brunette rushed back into the dressing room and collected the money before sealing it away with the use of a little magic. She always wore high boots so that she could hide the wand in them just in case, but when it came to private shows she had her own outfits to work with.

Changing into a pair of white thigh high, lace up, leather boots, the witch stared at the items she had brought with her in a duffle bag. Choosing a pair of panties out of it, her brown eyes inspected the bikini cut white panties carefully. They checked that the light pink bow on the back was still tied tightly before pulling them onto her fit body. The back cupped her ass firmly leaving no room for it not to show off every firm curve her rear possessed. To cover them she pulled light pink mesh bikini sash and tied it around her waist. Next she covered her bosom with the use of a white bra that had light pink bows holding the fabric over her nipples.

Once she had tied her hair up into a pony tail and rechecked her make up, she slide the wand into her right boot before going to the public cabin she was sure to find the gentlemen from before it. As she entered she gave him a dashing smile and leaned against his chest looking up seductively “Hello I’m Porsche!What can I help you with today, sir?”

 

[Lawless]

Voldemort had smirked, and went and dropped the money off to the guy who was taking orders. Who knew Hermione Granger would be this close to being nothing but a whore. She had dropped so low. This would be fun.... he wondered if she had managed to keep her virginity. Probably not, he thought.

He went to the room and waited for her. His wand was on a little strap on his pants, covered up by his overcoat. He would play with her, at first, make her act like a whore for a little bit, and THEN he would stun her, and end up breaking her in that room. Then he would take the place over, and force her to dance again.

It would be the ultimate humiliation.