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The Hogwarts Strip Club (Ch. 1 - Bronc-Broom)
🕑 Added 2025-06-10 02:09:38 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
The evening was crisp and clear as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger made their way towards The Hogwarts Strip Club, an establishment hidden deep beneath the bustling streets of Hogsmeade. Harry had been struggling since returning to complete his seventh year after the war, and Hermione, ever the problem solver, had decided that a trip to the notorious club was exactly what he needed to brighten up his mood. She had never been there herself and wasn't particularly fond of such establishments, but her dedication to Harry's well-being overrode her personal reservations.
Harry had taken extra care in his appearance, donning a sharp black shirt and tailored trousers, his hair styled in a way that made him look both casual and sophisticated. However, it was Hermione's attire that truly caught him off guard.
Her skirt was notably shorter than her usual fare, hugging her hips and accentuating her shapely legs, which were elongated by a pair of heels. Her top, though modest in cut, dipped low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, something he had never seen on her before. Harry couldn't help but stare, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, a body that had matured beautifully over the years.
"Hermione, you look... different," Harry managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.
Hermione blushed, tugging at the hem of her skirt self-consciously. "I have never been to a club like this before," she admitted. "I thought I should try to fit in... Not that I am trying to be a stripper or anything," she added hastily, her cheeks flushing brighter.
Harry laughed, reaching out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to be a stripper to look good, Hermione," he said, his fingers warm against her own. "But I appreciate the effort. You look stunning."
The blush on Hermione's cheeks deepened, but she smiled in response, grateful for Harry's words.
As they entered the club, Harry's eyes widened in shock. The atmosphere was electric, filled with a mix of excitement and raw desire. Music thumped from unseen speakers, the air thick with the scent of beer and perfume. The patrons were a mix of students and staff, both male and female, all of them sharing a common interest in the entertainment that was being provided.
In the centre of the room, a stage was set up, currently occupied by Lavender Brown. She was clad in a skimpy thong, her large breasts bared to the world as she swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her movements were sensual and enticing, and the crowd of mostly male students were cheering her on, their eyes never leaving her body.
Harry felt a surge of arousal as he watched Lavender, her body glistening under the stage lights, her movements both hypnotic and suggestive. Hermione, noticing his fascination, gave him a knowing look, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She had hoped that the club would be the perfect distraction, and from the look on Harry's face, it seemed like her plan was working.
"Let's head to the bar," Hermione suggested, her voice barely audible over the noise. Harry nodded, tearing his eyes away from the stage to follow her through the crowd.
As they approached the bar, Harry's eyes widened in surprise once again as he saw Ginny working behind the counter. Ginny was clad in a tiny thong, her perky breasts barely contained by a tight top that seemed ready to burst at the seams. Her fiery hair was piled up in a messy bun, tendrils framing her face as she moved gracefully behind the bar.
"Harry, Hermione!" Ginny greeted them with a wide smile, leaning over the bar to give the two of them a great view of her breasts, which were making a valiant effort to escape the confines of her top. "I wasn't expecting to see you two here! What can I get you?"
Harry tried his best to keep his eyes on Ginny's face, but it was a struggle. With each breath Ginny took, her breasts threatened to spill out of her top, and it instantly resurfaced all the feelings he had spent the better part of the last year trying to repress.
The two of them had been dating before the war, but they had never done anything more than kissing and cuddling. Harry had always been too nervous to push things further. But now, seeing Ginny like this, it was hard not to fantasize about what it would be like to feel her soft flesh in his hands, to taste her lips, to explore the curves of her body...
"Whatever you recommend," Hermione responded, her tone somewhat reserved as she tried not to stare at her friend.
Ginny winked at them, pouring a couple of shots. "For you two, I think something a bit stronger is in order," she said, setting the drinks in front of them. "If you are new here and you don't know where to start, you should check out the Bronc-Broom in the corner," she added, nodding towards the other side of the club. "Katie is going for the all-time record in a couple of minutes. You won't want to miss it."
"Thanks, Ginny," Harry replied, picking up his glass and downing the shot in one swift movement, savouring the burn as it travelled down his throat.
Hermione followed suit, though her expression was somewhat apprehensive. "I have never heard of the Bronc-Broom," she admitted, her brow furrowing slightly. "What is it?"
Ginny's grin widened. "It's our little game," she explained. "We take turns riding brooms, and whoever can stay on the longest without falling off wins. It's a lot more fun than it sounds, trust me."
"Oh," Hermione said, clearly intrigued. "That sounds... interesting."
Ginny leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, "Don't be too scandalized. You'll see what I mean when you get there. Just have fun, okay?"
With a final wink, Ginny turned to serve another customer, leaving Harry and Hermione to stare at her tight, thong-clad arse as she moved gracefully behind the bar. Hermione cleared her throat, snapping Harry out of his reverie. "Shall we, Harry?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Harry nodded, trying to compose himself. Together, they navigated the crowded room, making their way towards the Bronc-Broom. As they approached, Harry's eyes widened in amazement. It was a large ring, with an old broom set up in the centre. Harry recognised the broom immediately.
"Wow, is that an Oakshaft 79?" Harry asked in disbelief. "I thought they went out of production centuries ago! How the hell did they get their hands on that?"
"They did, sadly," came Dean Thomas' voice from beside them. "But this is a centuries-old game, dating back to when Oakshafts were still in use. In fact, this is the same Oakshaft 79 that Minerva McGonagall rode when she set the all-time record back in 1908!"
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Minerva McGonagall? Really? That's amazing! And Katie is hoping to beat her record?"
"Exactly," Dean replied. "She's been trying for weeks, but Minerva's record is legendary. It doesn't help that the broom has been polished to a high shine from a century of use; it's like riding a slippery eel. But Katie is convinced she can do it."
"Well, I hope she does," Hermione said, her excitement palpable. "It would be quite the achievement."
Just then, the music shifted, and the gathered crowd cheered as Katie stepped into the ring. Her attire was scandalous, with a positively miniscule skirt that did nothing to hide the doughy cheeks of her arse, toned from years of Quidditch. Her off-the-shoulder crop top was similarly revealing, the thin fabric clinging to her breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the material. Harry couldn't help but feel a stir of attraction as he watched her, her body oozing with a raw sensuality and confidence that was undeniable.
Katie climbed onto the broom with practised ease, mounting the Oakshaft 79 as if she were riding a lover. She gave the crowd a seductive wink, her lips curling into a playful smile. The room erupted in cheers and whistles as the broom came to life, lifting her off the ground.
It quickly became apparent, however, that this was going to be more of a show than Harry and Hermione had expected. The broom whizzed back and forth at high speed, trying to shake off its rider. And with Katie's skimpy outfit, it didn't take long for it to start revealing more than it was concealing. Mere seconds into flight, Katie's busty breasts flopped out of her top, the perky pair not standing a chance against the powerful forces at play. Katie's determination, however, never wavered, and she rode on with a wild grin on her face, her breasts bouncing up and down with each jolt of the broom, the crowd cheering her on.
But the excitement did not end there.
The broom suddenly lifted into the air before immediately diving back down again, and Katie's skirt flipped up, giving the crowd a spectacular view of her glistening pussy. Harry's eyes widened at the sight, his cock throbbing in his trousers as he watched her pussy lips part ever so slightly, revealing the glistening folds of her most intimate place before she remounted the broom. Katie barely managed to hold on as the broom flew up and down, twisting around, and rotating fast. The crowd was wild with enthusiasm, their cheers and whistles filling the air as Katie battled to keep herself steady on the slippery broom.
"Oh my God," Hermione whispered, her mouth hanging open in shock. "Harry, she's... she's not even wearing any underwear!"
Harry could only nod in response, his eyes glued to the spectacle before him. He had never seen anything like this before, and the combination of the wild, wanton display and the sheer athleticism of it all was intoxicating.
The broom continued its wild ride, twisting and turning through the air as Katie clung on for dear life. Her body was now slick with sweat, her hair flying behind her as she fought to maintain her grip. The crowd cheered her on, their voices growing louder and more frenzied with each passing moment.
"Come on, Katie!" Hermione suddenly yelled, her voice joining the chorus of the crowd. "You can do it!"
But Harry wasn't so sure. With every twist and turn of the broom, Katie's leaking pussy was smearing the polished broom in more and more of its juices, making it slipperier than ever before. Harry could see the panic in Katie's eyes as she struggled to hold on, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before she was flung off.
"Katie's in trouble," he muttered to Hermione. "That broom is too slippery. She can't hold on much longer."
And as if to prove his point, the broom suddenly took a sharp turn to the left, and Katie's grip slipped. She screamed as she flew through the air, crashing head first into the soft cushions below. The crowd roared as Katie lay there, her legs spread wide, her arse on full display, her soaking wet slit glistening in the light.
Harry couldn't take his eyes off her.
She looked utterly delicious, and the sight of her lewd, submissive pose was driving him wild with need. His cock was achingly hard, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to step up behind her and sink his cock into her dripping wet pussy.
But before he could even entertain the thought, Katie struggled to her feet and bowed gracefully to the crowd, her breasts still bared to their wild gazes. The applause was deafening, and Harry couldn't help but smile. It wasn't the all-time record, but it was still an incredible performance.
As the crowd began to disperse, Harry and Hermione made their way back to the bar to order more drinks. The sight of Katie riding the broom, her breasts flopping out of her top and her pussy on full display, had left a lasting impression on them both, and Harry was sure he wasn't the only one who would be dreaming of such scenes later that night.
But the night was still young, and there were plenty more surprises in store for them at The Hogwarts Strip Club. As they settled back in their seats, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. What other delights would the club have to offer?
The answer came sooner than he expected.
Taking a seat next to him was none other than Romilda Vane, and Harry's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her.
Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Comments
Kevin
Nice 1st chapter, cant wait for more ;)
