Narcissa confusedly moved without even thinking, so lost in the suddenness of it all. However, once she walked into the cabin and pulled the curtain, she exhaled a deep breath. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face so stiff, her brows creased.
She finally gulped and realized what she was supposed to do. Change into those clothes and… show them to Dudley. Humiliating, absolutely shameful in her books. But when she saw the price tags on them, tens of thousands of Muggle currency, she knew this was no ordinary shop. This was where women of high society bought clothing. The woman that she used to be.
But she wasn't tempted by that lure. She wasn't tempted by the luxurious items anymore. But she wondered if she could say no. Was this a part of her job? Would Dudley expel her from the job for refusing?
She was worried and decided to just do it. She drank in her humiliation, pushed out a simple, political smile, and changed into the first set of clothing. A white office shirt and formal long pants. The quality of the cloth was superior.
Woosh!
She removed the curtain and looked at Dudley.
"Woah!"
She wasn't expecting that reaction. He seemed genuinely impressed, and she was rather proud of it too. She had kept her body maintained; she was tall and beautiful.
"Look like an executive! Compliments your face and hair. Turn around, will you?"
Naricssa clenched her teeth, but did as asked and turned around. She was thankful that the saleswoman wasn't there at least. And once again, she felt his gaze on her rear. The pants, too, were tight around the hips.
Clap!
"Beautiful! Try the next one then."
Narcissa walked back into the cabin, pulled the curtain, and changed into yet another office dress; this time it was a long, half-sleeve shirtwaist dress. She put it on, walked out, received his praise, turned around when he asked, and walked back in to change.
One by one, she tried on dresses, revealed herself to him, and started to turn around before he'd even ask. She got used to it, but then she noticed a pattern: the dresses were becoming more and more revealing. From office clothes, it turned into party gowns. They were modest at first, then started to have lace on the chest, but were still modest. Then came the slit dress that revealed one leg.
And finally, when she grabbed the last dress, she gulped and doubted herself. It was a black, off-the-shoulder dress, and it went as far as the middle of her thighs. Her heart throbbed in her chest, and her hands shivered. She ended up wearing the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. While her black stockings were solace below, her pale, clean, light glistening shoulders were bare, her entire neck, and the rise of her swells were visible.
She gulped hard, frozen in that state, staring at herself.
W-Why is he doing this? W-What does he want with this?
Yet, she inhaled a deep, proud breath and moved the curtain to step out. Right away, she received a reaction. Dudley placed a hand on his mouth, his eyes wide, and she noticed the… faint erection he had.
In me? I'm twice his age? How can he find me attra—No.
"Gorgeous!" Dudley praised loudly. "I know this must be uncomfortable, Narcissa. But you look stunning. Can you turn?"
There's that gaze again.
She squeezed her legs together, feeling so naked there. Yet, helplessly warm. He showered compliments that bordered on sexual, yet always came out elegant. He complimented her skin, her body, her shape, and her hair. Why, she didn't know.
"Oh! I got one more dress for you to try. Go on, I'll hand it to you."
She watched Dudley walk away. Feeling awkward, she returned to the cabin, pulled the curtains, and waited. Moments later, Dudley's masculine hand stretched inside, holding a glittering golden dress that was so… less.
What is this?!
She was shocked by how little there was of it. She didn't know what it was called, and by the amount of skin it'd show, she wondered if it was a joke. "T-This is…"
"Oh, don't worry. It's a common party dress for nightclubs." Dudley's response came from the other side. "It's called a Sequin Mini Dress."
Narcissa went silent and lifted it in front of herself. It was so small, it barely reached her thighs, and had a slit on both sides that went all the way till the waist, ensuring her hips would flaunt in it. It had a deep neckline, scandalously backless, and hung just with thin straps on the shoulders. It wasn't even worth calling an underwear in her eyes.
Is he… flirting with me? Narcissa asked herself in confusion.
Feeling her lips going dry, she felt she had to make a decision quickly. Her boundaries had already been pushed past comfort, after all.
Just one more… Perhaps I can find out about his intentions.
Letting go of all her modesty, she did it. She wore that skimpy dress that not even Knockturn Alley whores would entertain. She felt naked despite her chest being covered. She didn't remove her stocking pantyhose, but felt nude still as her bottom was visible through the side splits.
"Have you changed, Narcissa?"
"I have."
"Great, I'll come in and see."
"W—"
Before she could reply, the curtain moved, and Dudley stepped into that small cabin. There was barely any space for one person, now there were two, and he was a big man. She felt like covering her chest, but that was more embarrassing. And wanting to know his intentions, she looked up at his face like an innocent damsel, listening to his breath.
"God!" Dudley exclaimed, inhaling deeply. "Y… You…"
Narcissa felt his eyes lick her skin. Her nude arms, shoulders, and the deep neckline that revealed the cleavage. Then, without him asking, she turned around while staring into that mirror to see his reaction.
Backless, her entire pale, spotless, unblemished back with a few tiny moles earned her the reaction she was looking for. She saw it, him liking his lips, his fingers twitching. Then she noticed his eyes go low to her hips, where the rear of the short dress was raised high.
"Oh, let me fix this part."
She stiffened when she felt his one hand shamelessly land on her waist, and the other pinch the hem of the dress from behind and pull it down to remove creases. In doing so, his fingers brushed against her pantyhose-clad hips.
He wants me? He does?
Narcissa was reaching certainty now. That intense hill in his pants told her the entire story. She no longer asked why, but rather, should she?
I… He… It's wrong… Lucius…
She watched him continuously ogle her naked back, his hand that had rested on her waist didn't move away. She felt possessiveness in his eyes, a desire, heat, and need.
If I can… use this opportunity. No… I'm not like those women. I won't sell my body to… But he genuinely desires me, doesn't he?
She told herself that if she did something, it wouldn't be transactional. Though deep in her heart, she knew it was going to be. She needed money, she needed support, she needed someone she could rely on with Lucius gone. And she found it hard to deny that there was nobody more capable than this young man.
What if Draco finds out… Lucius, what should I do?
"Great, let's buy them all!" Dudley stepped back, smiling, fixing his pants. "You look gorgeous in all of them, and I can't decide."
So overwhelmed, Narcissa just nodded and watched him leave, but not before taking one last glance at her body. A glance that she was sure imagined her entirely bare.
He truly desires… me.
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Hah, live in that delusion.
Dudley stood arms crossed outside the changing room. He loved that showcase, and seriously was bricked up in his pants. Narcissa was like a ripe fruit that didn't know how to wither. But he wasn't dumb.
Let your greed take over, Narcissa. Live in the delusion that you have sway over me. Then, you'll crawl on all fours to me, and spread those legs willingly as many times as I want.
His plan was simple. Instead of impressing her, wooing her, he was going to let her imagine that he was interested in her. That she could move him with her beauty. That she could impress him, slowly make him fall in love with her.
After all, he had no plans to force her. He wanted her to be his willingly. Only then would she moan his name in front of that mirror. Only then would Lucius hear his prized wife enjoy pleasure from another man.
Soon… I'll have you hopelessly riding me, Narcissa. And you're going to love every moment of it, as will I.
"Hah…" he chuckled at the thought of Draco.
Shhh~
Narcissa finally came out in her previous office attire. Dudley called over the saleswoman and made her pack it all. He paid the bill, and they were soon back in the company car with dozens of bags of clothing.
As expected, Dudley found Narcissa seated slightly closer to him on that ride. She was constantly stealing glances and occasionally glancing at his lap.
And now the seed will slowly grow.
He already knew what was going to happen in the coming days. She'd bend over in front of him to pick up files. She'd lean on his table when giving him coffee.
"You'll be my permanent secretary from now on. You'll join me in business meetings wherever I go." Dudley told her, dangling another candy. A hint, a false promise that her little showcase at the shop made her earn a promotion. It would make her question her own motives more.
Hah, a sugar baby older than me? That's interesting.
But really, he was loving the games.
Soon enough, the car stopped in front of the office building. But he didn't get off.
"Right then, Narcissa—I'll see you tomorrow. We'll be heading over to the Burrow to have a word with the Weasley twins about some business."
"Understood, Mr. Dursley." Narcissa got out, looking nervous and confused. She waved back at him.
Fuck, my balls hurt.
As the car moved again, Dudley relaxed in the seat and fixed his pants. He was taken to the private terminal at the airport. Then, he got onto his private jet. Once the plane was flying over the Atlantic, reaching America's borders, the pilot lowered the plane so that it could be safely depressurised. Then, the door was opened.
"See you later, boys." Dudley waved at the pilots and jumped out, riding his broom, still dressed in his formal office clothes.
Mid-flight, he took out a watch from his pocket and said the codeword for the Portkey.
WOOSH!
Leaving no chance of being followed, he vanished from the spot. Over the international waters, where even MACUSA had no say.
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Brazil, Amazon Rainforest.
The secret facility was deep underground, one of the ten global bases of Vanguard Group. That day, Dudley had a special purpose for being there as a guest had arrived.
Going through an elevator, he arrived at the deep underground base, hundreds of meters down. Brightly lit hallways, large rooms, and labs dotted it all. But he was taken to a small room, all the walls were painted white, with a Muggle operation table in the middle.
On the table was a Half-Blood wizard, a prince, if that sixth-year potions book was to be believed.
"Professor Snape."
"Mr. Dursley."
Dudley smiled and greeted the mad doctor and his assistant as well. Then, two pigs were brought in.
"I hope you keep your end of the bargain, Professor."
Snape sneered while lying on the table, shirtless. "I have nothing to gain by resisting you, Dursley."
"I know, but people change often, for the worse. But don't worry, I'll keep your Dark Mark safe for you, and alive." Dudley threateningly replied. "Let's proceed, Doctor."
Snape was going to spy. But this time, without the Dark Mark. Voldemort would think the Dark Mark was still there as long as the pig lived.
That also meant that Dudley could kill the pig at any time and reveal to Voldemort that Snape was a traitor.
Now, the tough part. Can we even grow a new fucking arm? Shit, if it works, I'll make billions.
Yes, Snape was also a guinea pig.
No, Snape didn't know that.
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