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Chapter 310 by Yelawolf Yelawolf

Does she find a new client?

Yes, she walks the street finding a fat guy to fuck

Hermione didn't head straight back. The night was still young, and the fire inside her, once kindled, refused to be banked. She walked the streets with a new confidence, her hips swaying with a practiced rhythm. She was no longer just playing a part; she was becoming it.

A portly man in a sweat-stained polo shirt watched her from a bus stop bench. He was licking the grease from a fried chicken bucket, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief. He wasn't handsome, or rich, or powerful. He was just... a man. And he was looking at her like she was a five-course meal.

Hermione walked over to him, a slow, deliberate smile on her face. "Looking for a good time?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

He nodded, his mouth full of chicken. "How... how much?" he asked, his voice muffled.

Hermione named her price. He didn't even haggle, just pulled out a crumpled wad of bills from his pocket.

They went to a nearby alley, the brick walls damp and grimy. He pushed her against the wall, his hands fumbling with his pants. He was clumsy and awkward, a stark contrast to Henderson's predatory grace.

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But as he entered her, a strange thing happened. Hermione felt a wave of pity for him. This wasn't about power or secrets. This was about loneliness, about a **** need for connection, however fleeting and transactional.

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She took control, guiding him, showing him what to do. She made him feel like a king, even in this dirty alleyway.

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Hermione...

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