Harry

Harry's feet found a familiar rhythm against the cracked pavement, each step a deliberate sway of her hips that set the gold fabric to dancing. The competition with her friends was a low thrum beneath her skin, but Harry's ambitions burned brighter. She wasn't just playing for Dudley's reward; she was playing for ownership. Being Dudley's right hand was a good start, but the real prize was being the one who held the leash, not just wore it. Or at least wear the leash whenever Dudley want Harry to.

Harry spotted a small group of ladies near the park, wearing fishnets and cheap stilettos a stark contrast to her magical shimmer. She bypassed them entirely. Her sights were set higher. The quick blowjob in an alley for twenty quid wasn't her game.

She was hunting for bigger fish, the kind of men with deep pockets and deeper perversions, the ones who whispered that could help expand her pockets.

A man who Harry has never seen before walks up to her. He is an oversized bloke. The buttons on his shirt were straining, and he had a nervous energy that radiated off him in waves. He kept adjusting his glasses, even though they sat perfectly on his nose.

"Alright, love?" he mumbled, his eyes darting from her face to the street and back again. "You, uh... you busy?"

Harry ran a single finger down her sternum, tracing the line between her breasts. "Depends on what kind of business you're offering, handsome. I'm not cheap, and I'm not quick."

He blushed, a deep crimson that clashed horribly with his pale complexion. "No, no, not like that. Well... maybe a bit like that. See, there's this party. A private party. Very exclusive. And I... I need an escort. A plus-one, you understand? They don't let single men in. It's a security thing."

Harry's mind clicked. This could her way to win Dudley future prize. Orgies and gangbangs could be loads of fun. Plus these weren't just clients, they were gateways. And gateways could be toll roads.

"And what makes you think I'm the kind of girl who goes to parties like that?" she purred, stepping closer, her scent enveloping him. She could see the sweat beading on his forehead.

"You look... expensive," he choked out. "And like you know how to have a good time. I'll pay you. A hundred to come with me. Just to get me in the door. I don't even need you to... you know. I'll also buy you a cute dress to make you look less like a ... You know."

Harry let out a low, throaty laugh. "A hundred? To be your ticket to a party full of men would pay ten times that just to watch me breathe? Darling, you're not just buying an escort. You're buying access to other men wives and girlfriends while they fuck a whore. And that access has a premium price tag."

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