FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a damp, warm Saturday night, heavy clouds where rolling over head spilling thunderous warnings of rain to come, not that it stopped anyone from running around. It was just a little past midnight and a small group of people where walking along the sidewalks of muggle London. “i know this is muggle zone you guys but my cousin works at one of the strip joints and they have a new guy there that is so beautiful you feel like dying just so he can have your heart! And besides isn't this supposed to be a birthday party!?” Neville Longbottom demanded, smirking at them all. He was throwing a party for his boyfriend, Blaise Zabini and was dragging them all to a local... muggle, strip club. Of course, considering Wizards didn't have strip clubs Neville was eager to see the pure bloods reaction to the dancers. Blaise was going to freak out, get drunk, and try to rape the dancers, but how where the others going to respond?
It wasn't long before a name appeared on the street. Guilty Pleasures, one of the hottest strip clubs the city had to offer, they had the prettiest, the hottest, and the down right lewdest dancers available there. And some of them even put out after if you had the right kind of cash or had an in with the owner. Neville paid for everyone's tickets, the once shy trembling terrible at magic boy, was now even more rich than the once Lucius Malfoy, who had died when he fell out of the Dark Lords Favor. The war had been over for years, and Neville, and Blaise, where now twenty four, Blaise a very important wizarding lawyer, Neville the worlds most amazing herbologist able to grow anything. They headed inside and settled into their red cushion seats and leaned back to enjoy the show, a woman on stage writhing in time to music, slowly tripping until she was nothing but bra and panties, grinding against a bar. Neville could feel Blaise shudder against him. Blaise was Bi, and Neville often let the large Italian 'off his leash' to enjoy the flesh of others, it was a strange relationship.
The woman finished dancing and left the stage and the lights dimmed, the music slowed and a new figure stepped onto stage, a male though you could only tell because of the lack of breasts, as his face was hidden by a mask. He began to sway, his skin as white as the moon and shimmering in the half light of the building, as if he himself was glowing. He had hair as while as lilies flowing around his shoulders, curling around his hips and as he moved the hair swirled with him, making those long, silken locks as seductive as the rest of him. Magic swept the room as he ran his hands along his body, nothing serious, just enough to fill the muggles, and the wizards watching with such an intense lust that many of the muggles lost themselves. The man on stage swirled and dance, touching and stroking, and then slid off the stage as if he was made of liquid and settled into a man's lap, dancing still as he removed the mask and bent down to kiss the stranger, Neville and Blaise both barley holding back cries of shock... it was Draco Malfoy, who had been missing for almost eight years.
It wasn't long before a name appeared on the street. Guilty Pleasures, one of the hottest strip clubs the city had to offer, they had the prettiest, the hottest, and the down right lewdest dancers available there. And some of them even put out after if you had the right kind of cash or had an in with the owner. Neville paid for everyone's tickets, the once shy trembling terrible at magic boy, was now even more rich than the once Lucius Malfoy, who had died when he fell out of the Dark Lords Favor. The war had been over for years, and Neville, and Blaise, where now twenty four, Blaise a very important wizarding lawyer, Neville the worlds most amazing herbologist able to grow anything. They headed inside and settled into their red cushion seats and leaned back to enjoy the show, a woman on stage writhing in time to music, slowly tripping until she was nothing but bra and panties, grinding against a bar. Neville could feel Blaise shudder against him. Blaise was Bi, and Neville often let the large Italian 'off his leash' to enjoy the flesh of others, it was a strange relationship.
The woman finished dancing and left the stage and the lights dimmed, the music slowed and a new figure stepped onto stage, a male though you could only tell because of the lack of breasts, as his face was hidden by a mask. He began to sway, his skin as white as the moon and shimmering in the half light of the building, as if he himself was glowing. He had hair as while as lilies flowing around his shoulders, curling around his hips and as he moved the hair swirled with him, making those long, silken locks as seductive as the rest of him. Magic swept the room as he ran his hands along his body, nothing serious, just enough to fill the muggles, and the wizards watching with such an intense lust that many of the muggles lost themselves. The man on stage swirled and dance, touching and stroking, and then slid off the stage as if he was made of liquid and settled into a man's lap, dancing still as he removed the mask and bent down to kiss the stranger, Neville and Blaise both barley holding back cries of shock... it was Draco Malfoy, who had been missing for almost eight years.