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works/13022988.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Pansy/third-year_boys, Pansy/Snape
  Character:
      Pansy_Parkinson, Severus_Snape, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Nudity, Voyeurism, Prostitution
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-15 Words: 2379
****** Sex for Sickles ******
by exartemarte
Summary
     Pansy Parkinson supplements her meagre allowance doing what she's
     good at.
Pansy Parkinson wasn't the only Slytherin girl offering personal favours for
money. Her family, for all its pure-blood status, was impoverished and had to
survive as best they could. Like others before her, Pansy did what she felt she
needed to do.
Checking that the corridors were clear, she slipped into the third-year boys'
dormitory for the second time this week. She liked the third-years; they were
her best customers. If they'd clubbed together and drawn straws, as they
sometimes did, then the winner was clearly Anthony Peasbody. Lying naked on his
bed, his friends gathered expectantly around, he was clearly ready.
Hopefully no one would look in: Slytherin dormitories did not have doors.
"Hi, Anthony; looks like you're ready for some fun. Handjob or blowjob?"
"Just a wank." He indicated the assembled onlookers. "They reckon there's more
to see."
"That's ten Sickles, then." A blowjob would have been twenty. "Are they all
going to watch?"
Anthony nodded.
"So that's a Sickle each for the audience … sixteen Sickles."
"Nude."
Pansy smiled. "Okay ... that will be double. Thirty-two Sickles."
With a smirk Peasbody picked up the exact amount from the table next to his bed
and handed it to Pansy.
All eyes were on her as she began to unbutton her school blouse.
Strictly speaking she was undressing, not putting on a show, but they would all
be watching and it needed to be interesting. She knew she wasn't the prettiest
girl offering sex for Sickles; she hoped that sexy underwear, stockings, a cute
bum and nice tits were what they would remember. As well as the sex, of course:
despite her tender years she knew she was pretty good at that.
Pansy folded her blouse over the back of a chair – there was no hurry – then
let one of the watchers unfasten her bra. It would have been quicker to do it
herself, but a little audience participation never went amiss. As she squeezed
her breasts together and tweaked her nipples she noticed that several of the
boys already had their hands down their trousers. She sometimes wondered why
they didn't just strip off and wank – she wouldn't have minded.
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it; a willing helper folded it over
the chair. It went quiet as she took her knickers off – it nearly always did.
Most of them had seen her naked before, but nonetheless stared, fascinated, at
her perfectly smooth pubes and what housemaster Snape had once described as her
'interesting labia'. They'd get a better view once she was on the bed.
She could have sat on a chair to give Anthony his wank, but they were paying to
see her naked and Pansy would give them their money's worth. This was, after
all, a competitive business. She knelt astride him on the bed, bottom up and
knees well spread, putting on a blatantly erotic display for the watchers as
she took the client in hand. The onlookers weren't supposed to touch, but some
of them would cop a sly feel while she was occupied with Anthony; she'd let it
go as long as they didn't get carried away.
He was already quite firm, which wasn't necessarily a good thing: seeing her
masturbate a soft, relaxed penis until it was hard and erect was part of the
spectacle and she wanted her audience to feel they were getting what they'd
paid for. She didn't want it over too quickly, either, or they'd feel short-
changed.
With one hand stroking his cock and the other cradling his balls she brought
Anthony Peasbody close to ejaculation several times, easing off each time while
keeping him hard, until she judged that he and the audience were ready for the
finale. Some of those with hands in their trousers had already finished;
others, sensing the approaching climax, were wanking energetically. When she
speeded up he came spectacularly: one big spurt high in the air, followed by
another and then several more running down over her hand into a pool on his
stomach.
At this stage those watching would generally clap, or cheer if they only had
one hand free, but Pansy was aware of a sudden, deafening silence. Looking over
her shoulder she saw Severus Snape watching from the doorway with a sardonic
smile.
"Miss Parkinson – my room, now!"
"Yes, professor."
"You!" Snape pointed at Anthony Peasbody, still half erect. "Bring Miss
Parkinson's clothes."
 
***
 
Snape strode through the corridors followed by Pansy, stark naked, and
Peasbody, naked and carrying Pansy's clothes. As they passed the other rooms,
young boys and even younger boys crowded into the broad, open archways that
were the entrances to their dormitories to watch the spectacle.
Realising that she would look ridiculous trying to cover herself with her
hands, Pansy didn't even try. She held her head high and marched along behind
Snape, telling herself that for a businesswoman, which was what she considered
herself to be, there was no such thing as bad publicity. Among the
rubberneckers would be future clients.
There would also, of course, be contumely and ridicule from her peers. But she
could handle that.
In the housemaster's small, cluttered sitting room Pansy and Peasbody, standing
a couple of feet apart, watched Snape settle himself unhurriedly into a big,
comfortable armchair.
"Put those over there," said Snape, indicating the armful of clothes Anthony
was carrying and a chair in the corner of the room. "I don't suppose you
thought to bring your own clothes?"
"N-no, Professor."
Snape shook his head. "You're really not the sharpest tool in the box, are you,
Peasbody?" He looked the boy up and down: an inch shorter than Parkinson, with
no discernible muscular development, he'd never make a Quidditch player. Under
a few untidy wisps of pubic hair his penis had already shrunk, and seemed to
wilt still further under the housemaster's withering glare.
He transferred his gaze to the girl. Parkinson was a challenge of an altogether
different order; seemingly unfazed by her nakedness she looked him in the eye.
He thought there might even have been the hint of a smile.
"Well, what am I to do with the two of you?" It was a rhetorical question.
"There is nothing to say you can't wander about in the nude, although we don't
encourage it. Nor is there a rule to say that students can't have sex with each
other if they wish, though some of the senior hierarchy believe there ought to
be. Am I to assume, Miss Parkinson, that you had naked sex with young Peasbody
here watched by his friends because they are all intimate personal
acquaintances of yours?"
Pansy sighed. "No, Professor."
"So, presumably, there was an element of reward …"
"Yes, Professor."
Snape addressed Anthony Peasbody, "How much?"
"T-ten Sickles, Professor. For a handjob. It would have been more for a
blowjob."
"And your friends get to watch?"
"For a Sickle each."
"So … sixteen Sickles, then." Snape looked at Pansy. "Doesn't sound a lot,
really."
"Thirty-two Sickles," said Pansy.
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"It's double if she strips off," explained Anthony.
"I see. Well, at least you have an established business model," said Snape to
Pansy.
He regarded the two students as though making his mind up what to do about
them. "You, Mr Peasbody, do not seem to have broken any actual rules, so you'd
better go."
Anthony scuttled out, closing the door behind him. Pansy wandered what would
happen next.
"We don't even have a rule against prostitution," said Snape, "probably because
nobody ever thought it would happen."
Pansy breathed a sigh of relief.
"But we do have a rule about girls in boys' dormitories, and vice versa, which
you will presumably not deny having broken."
"No, professor."
What happened next was that Snape took a long look at Pansy, eyes travelling
slowly up and down her body. She wasn't a particularly pretty girl, which was a
pity, but she made up for that with well developed breasts, pert and tipped
with virginal pink nipples, a slender waist, and shapely hips and thighs She
played no sport that he was aware of but she looked good; she must be getting
enough exercise in other ways. He liked, especially, that she was perfectly
depilated: so many of the girls didn't bother, even though the depilario spell
was easy to learn and safe to use.
"Turn round."
She did as she was bid. At her age spotty bums were common, but Pansy's was
smooth and flawless and she wiggled it for his enjoyment. Snape was an admirer
of the female bottom and he could already feel himself hardening when,
unprompted, she parted her legs and bent over giving him a perfect view of her
vagina, especially the tidy but interesting labia he'd first noticed watching
her in the shower during her second year.
When she turned to face him again she was smiling, looking slightly flushed,
and her nipples were darker and more prominent.
"There will have to be at least a token punishment," said Snape. "And I believe
in making the punishment fit the crime." He looked expectantly at Pansy.
Now was the time to play to her strengths. "I was wondering whether you might
like a massage, Professor."
"Massage?" Of the possibilities he'd considered, massage was not one.
"All over, front and back, with a nice, scented oil." She grinned. "And a
guaranteed happy ending."
"Where did you learn to do all that?"
"At home. Don't worry, I've had plenty of practice."
"Okay." Snape chose not to concern himself, for now, with how a schoolgirl had
come to have 'plenty of practice' at giving an all-over massage with a happy
ending. At home. He'd look into it later.
"I'll need my wand." Snape nodded. Pansy retrieved her wand from the pocket of
her skirt. "Accio unguent!" A jar containing a pale pink fluid appeared in her
hand. "Accio sheet!" A clean, folded white sheet appeared.
Pansy looked around for a suitable spot and spotted a settee buried under piles
of books and papers.
"If you'd like to undress, Professor, I'll clear a space."
Too caught up in the moment to be concerned about his paperwork, Snape took off
his academic gown and started to unbutton his shirt while Pansy used her wand
to clear the settee. She tergio'd the dust left behind and spread out the
sheet, then watched Snape step out of the last of his clothes. He was no
athlete, but he wasn't overweight. And if he wasn't hung like like a stallion,
neither was he under-endowed. She'd seen worse.
Lying on his front, Snape felt her working on his neck, shoulders and upper
back. He'd had been to places where a 'massage' was no more than a perfunctory
prelude to a handjob, but Pansy had been taught by someone who knew her stuff.
He felt tension leaving his body as she deftly rubbed in the potion and
manipulated muscles and joints, working her way down his body.
Snape knew there was no physiological benefit in massaging buttocks. Pansy knew
that the bottom was an erogenous zone and lingered there a while, massaging and
gently probing, before moving on to his thighs.
When he rolled over onto his back a parlour masseuse would have covered his
genitals with a towel until they had negotiated a price for 'extras'. With
Pansy there was no such pretence; they both knew where this was heading.
Nevertheless she started again at his shoulders ignoring, for now, his very
obvious erection as she worked her way gradually to his feet.
"Who taught you to do this?"
"My mum." Pansy flashed him to a disarming smile.
The massaging done, she knelt beside the settee and slipped a hand between his
legs, cupping his testicles and reaching behind them to the perineum.
"And who did you practise on?"
"Oh, various people." Snape sensed that she would tell him no more, as she took
hold of his erection. And where an amateur would have wrapped a fist round his
penis, Pansy used two fingers and a thumb, applying friction where it worked
best.
Several times he was near the point of no return and she held him back.
Eventually, when she judged it was time, she eased down his foreskin and sucked
the head of his penis until he ejaculated into her mouth. She carried on
sucking gently until he was fully spent and his erection subsided, then
swallowed, licked her lips and smiled.
"How was that, Professor?"
"Fucking amazing." Snape struggled to regain his composure.
"May I get dressed now?"
Snape nodded, got himself into a sitting position and watched Pansy put her
clothes on. Even that was a performance worth watching: she took her time,
giving him plenty to look at, until she found herself standing fully dressed in
front of a naked housemaster.
"Do you intend to continue … supplementing your allowance?" asked Snape.
"If you mean the sex, I don't have much choice. Do you intend to let me?"
"I can't really stop you. But if you're going to do it you should rethink what
you charge: you're worth more."
"Maybe. I'm not the only one, though. It's competitive."
"So I've heard."
"It would be helpful to know you're on my side, Professsor. I'd be happy to
give you a massage, say, once a week?"
"I think that could work. Just take care." At the back of his mind was the
thought that he ought to find out how this girl had become so worldly wise and
experienced in the provision of sexual services.
Pansy headed back to her dorm. Giving Snape a weekly freebie to look the other
way wasn't a bad deal; he wasn't a likeable man, but if he said he'd do
something then he would. And maybe she should charge more: quality rather than
quantity. And she might forget about the no-touching rule, too, since half of
them ignored it anyway. Charge the onlookers two Sickles instead of one and let
their hands wander where they might.
Or, there again, if Snape was watching her back, perhaps she should be more
adventurous. Why stop at handjobs and blowjobs? Or even individual clients? She
wondered how much a small group might pay for an all-you-can-eat naked orgy ...
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