Welcome to Cloud Nine

Observation


It was an old brick building, appearing abandoned, but it wasn’t. Cleaned and maintained, the building had the look of a warehouse or storage place, but witches and wizards ventured in and out in the evenings and well into the break of dawn. Sometimes couples, sometimes singles, sometimes in groups. Pansy wondered what was going on inside but the robust wizard at door was no help.

“Why can’t I go in?” she asked, trying to look past his massive frame.

“Ye don’t ‘ave membership here miss.” He said in a thick Scottish brogue.

“How do I get a membership?” She asked, wondering what the membership was for.

“Ye ‘have to ‘ave another member get one for ye.” He said.

Pansy could hear the lively talk going on inside, and laughter that only came with socializing among a shared interest. “What kind of club is this anyway?”

The man laughed, his shoulders bouncing as he looked down at her. “If ye do’na know miss, then perhaps you shouldna’ be tryin’ to get in.”

Pansy glared at him then turned to walk away, her curiosity continuing to rise until she collided with a strong chest. “Pardon me miss, are you al…… Pansy, is that you?” Pansy looked up into the eyes of Ron Weasley.

“Ronald?” She smiled and gave him a hug. It had been some time since she had seen him, but he still looked the same.

“Are you alright?” He asked, smiling back at her. “You ran into me pretty hard. I didn’t see you coming.”

“Yes I’m fine. Thank you.” She ran her hands down her skirt, and straightened her cloak, making sure she was presentable as Ron looked behind her.

“Are you a member?” He asked grinning, nodding his head toward the building entrance.

“No, I was just curious about the building. There’s no windows or anything but people come in and out. Do you know what this is?” She asked him.

“Yes.” He said still grinning.

“There’s not even a sign or anything but there is a massive Scottish wall guarding the door.” She told him.

“There wouldn’t be a sign or windows. And a guard is needed, trust me. Entertainment clubs are known only to their members, and they are very, very exclusive.” He told her.

Pansy’s brow furled. She hadn’t heard of anything like that. “Entertainment club?” He nodded. “Are you a member?” Again he nodded. She looked back at the entrance then to Ron again. “What goes on in there?”

Ron gave a chuckle. “Anything you want. There are live shows for those who like to watch. Room for couples who want to trade partners, rooms for threesomes, rooms with toys, etc, etc. It’s also called a Pleasure Club. If you want it, it can be found.” Pansy’s eyes looked like porcelain plates. Ron smiled at her. “Do you want to go in?”

She looked back to the Scottish guard, then back to Ron. She was curious, but nervous. Would anyone expect anything from her? Would she be expected to do anything once she got in there? Her thoughts must have been obvious because Ron laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Pansy you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. There’s a room for people to just want to watch. We can go there.”

Ron was always an honorable, sickeningly gentlemanly type man in Hogwarts, but it was something most of the young girls appreciated including herself. She knew she would be safe. She drew in a breathe and nodded.

“There is one thing you have to do when we go in there. Make sure you keep physical contact with me at all times. Hold my arm or hand at the very least, otherwise men in there, and some women, will think you are unattached and looking for partners. Some tend to get aggressive. While nothing happens without your agreement, touching me will keep you from having to deal with them in the first place. Alright?” His words were calm but firm. He looked her square in the eye as he spoke.

“Alright.” She answered, taking his arm. They walked to the door and the man gave her a grin. He nodded to Ron and stepped aside. ‘Enjoy ye’selvs.” He said with a knowing glance at Pansy. Just behind the door a young witch came forward.

“Welcome back Mr. Weasley.” She said sweetly. Ron returned it.

“Thank you, this is Pansy.” The young witch smiled at her and cocked her head. Since was obviously not recognized, she made the determination that she was a guest of Ron’s.

She smiled broader. “May I say, Welcome to Cloud Nine. If what you want isn’t here, tell me and I will make it happen. I’m sure Ron had told you that.” Her voice was almost music, warm and welcoming.

“Yes, he has.” Pansy said smiling at Ron. The young witch’s face grew serious.

“We have only one rule that we follow very seriously. Everything that happens here must be consensual. Nobody if forced. Nobody is bribed. Nobody is coerced. Nobody is blackmailed or threatened in anyway. If anyone tries this, tell me immediately. ”

“I understand.” Pansy told her with just as much seriousness. With her agreement, the witch’s smile resumed.

“Then I will let Ron take you on a tour of the pleasure of Cloud Nine.” She said. “May I take your cloaks, it tends to get rather warm back there.” She gave a laugh. Ron took off his cloak and handing it to her. He was dressed in black jeans, black boots and a white shirt. Pansy handed the witch her cloak as well. She was in a black pleated shirt skirt and boots with thick wedge heels that covered her ankles. She worse a black button up shirt with three quarter sleeves and she looked absolutely adorable to Ron, who let his eyes slid down her frame when she wasn’t looking. The witch thought they looked like the cutest couple. “Enjoy yourselves.” She said and let them move further into the club.

Pansy took his arm and stayed close to his side. He walked down a hall to an entryway with beads. He brushed them aside and walked in. Pansy’s eyes took in the room. It was shaped in a half circle, with tiered seating, one level lower the other, leading toward the stage, which was a flat platform at the focal point of the crescent shaped theater. The room was lit by candles along the dark green walls, several tapers held in by iron holders and charmed to avoid dripping wax. The carpeting was a darker, almost black shade of green and ivory curtains decorated corners and the stage itself. Brighter candles and lamps near the stage brought the focus of the room to the stage.

Ron walked to the far side of the room and settled them into a seat for two. Pansy noticed that the other couches varied in size and shapes. With the exception of one other couple, the room was empty. Next to each couch was a small table, and a small card which Ron took a moment to read, then looked at his watch. “It looks like we have about 8 minutes before the show starts. Would you like some champagne?” She nodded.

Ron tapped the table and a house elf appeared. “Champagne for two please.” Within moments two flutes were in the table. Ron handed her one and took one himself. Another couple entered and took a seat, openly fondling each other.

She looked back at Ron, not wanting to stare. “Ron what type of show is this?” She asked. The stage had a bed and nothing else. There wasn’t even a headboard on it, it was just a massive mattress and ivory colored silk sheets that matched the decorative drapes of backdrop and side stages.

“According to the card it’s, ‘Jennifer’s Deflowerment’. He said.

“Have you seen this before?” She asked.

Ron chuckled. “If its her deflowerment, how could I have possibly seen it before?” Pansy eyes shot open.

“You mean she’s an actual virgin?” She whispered. “Her first time and it’s in front of an audience?”

Ron nodded. “Nothing in this room is an act. It’s all real. There is nothing staged or practiced. This room is for people who like to have others watch them. She’s probably an adventuress girl, and more then likely has preformed oral for an audience or let someone perform on her. She could be vain and knows people would enjoy watching her.”

Pansy drained her champagne. Ron grinned and finished his. Her curiosity was refreshing, and it would be fun to lead her around this giant adult playhouse. He put their glasses on the table and watched as they vanished. He settled back into the seat, draping his arm around Pansy’s shoulders. It seemed odd to nestle against him when they had never been this close before, but in a place like this, the closer she was to him the more comfortable she felt.

The room filled up and voices could be heard as people talked to each other, to other couples or enjoyed a shag before the show. Some couples openly fondled each other, or other couples. The seats big enough for four people contained a mass of bodies and limbs. Pansy felt strange just ogling them and turned her attention back to the empty stage.

Ron lifted an ankle, resting it on his knee and brushed his fingers along her shoulder. She felt each digit through her shirt. She leaned closer, keeping her hands in her lap. “It’s alright to watch the others, that’s what this room is for, the watch. Anyone here won’t mind if you look. We could even take a walk around the room and have a closer look if we want.” Pansy was saved from having to reply by movement on the stage.

The room clapped as a man and woman walked onstage holding hands. She had to be around Pansy’s own age of 23. Both witch and wizard were clad only in silk dressing gowns. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled to the room, her eyes taking in the now full seats and the encouraging words from those who came to see her. She seemed nervous but confident. The wizard with her, held her hand firmly and helped her sit down.

“Ron, she’s my age.” Pansy whispered to him.

“Which is most likely why she’s open to the idea of an audience. She’s more secure with herself then a younger woman would be.” Ron whispered back, leaning close. “The man she’s with probably makes her feel comfortable too.”

Pansy looked closely at the couple who were now kissing passionately. She was sitting on the bed, hugging his shoulders while the firm wizard kneeled between her legs, while he removed their robes. Both were attractive with very appealing, pleasant looking bodies. It was as if she was looking through an open window at a couple in their bedroom. It they were aware of the audience, it didn’t show.

Pansy let her gaze shift to the room. Nearly every seat was full and the occupants were in various stages of dress, but all were openly fondling each other. She had the distinct feeling that she and Ron were the only ones not engaged in some sort of activity right along with the performers. Maybe that was why this woman seemed open to the idea of an audience, since she would be the only one fucking. She looked at Ron who gave her a smile but made no moves.

She looked back onstage and her eyes widened as Jennifer took her man’s cock in her mouth and began sucking enthusiastically, taking in the encouraging, and complimentary comments from the room. It was amazing. Pictures were one thing but to see an active couple and feel the energy in the room was something different. It was electrifying and Pansy felt a new excitement.

She felt Ron’s hands on her shoulders and leaned forward a little as Ron adjusted, sitting back into the corner and pulling her between his now open legs. She leaned back into his chest and felt the strength. He was a professional Quidditch player now and it showed. His hard thighs cradled her hips, while she rested her head on his shoulder, listening to his even breathing in her ear. She could almost feel his lips on her ear. She turned her attention back to the stage and watched as the man sucked on both Jennifer’s breasts, working the nipples into two hard peaks.

Pansy felt her own nipples reacting to the site. She had sensitive breasts and loved having them touched. She knew they were puckered under her shirt and bra.

“You like that sort of attention, don’t you?” Ron whispered in her ear. She nodded and ran her hands along his thighs on either side of her. It was pointless to deny it now. “You have a nice touch, Pansy.” He told her. “I wish I could feel those hands on my bare skin.” She relaxed her body against his completely. His hands came around her waist from behind. She had never been surrounded by such firmness. His arms and chest were marble holding her. One arm held her securely around her waist, while he reached with his hand and cupped a breast gently running his thumb over her nipple.

Pansy let out a deep sigh and titled her head, brushing her cheek against his. Ron had soft skin. He must have shaved right before coming here because there wasn’t the slightest hint of stubble.

“Look.” It wasn’t an order, but she followed it anyway. She let out a gasp as she saw Jennifer flat on her back with her hands fisted at her sides while the wizard with her, had his face buried in her pussy.

Pansy nearly creamed herself. She always orgasmed hardest when at the receiving end of really good head. Her thighs came together on instinct but were stopped by Ron’s hands on her knees. “No, No. Her legs are open, it’s only fair to keep your open too.” His hands slid from her knees along her thighs as he opened her legs, wider then before. “That’s one of my favorite activities to partake in.” Pansy felt her bones melt. “I’m sure you remember from Hogwart’s that I have a notorious appetite.”

She nodded lazily. She could distinctly recall him helping himself to seconds and in some cases thirds. “The appetite is still there, but now there are some hungers that can only be satisfied by certain flavors.” He ran his tongue along her earlobe. She shivered as he drew it into his mouth, sucking gently. His hands were kneading her thighs and she felt an ache begin.

Her eyes drew back to the stage and she stiffened. Jennifer was twitched and her back was arched slightly. She was groaning loudly and Pansy’s own heart sped up as she howled a loud climax that earned light cheers from the room, alng with whistles and wolf howls. Her hips arched and the wizard made an exaggerated show up licking up her juices. Jennifer went limp and heaved while the room called out compliments to her.

“Nice.” Ron whispered in her ear. ‘Did you enjoy that?” She gasped as he delved a hand up her skirt and into her knickers, running his fingers along her slit. “Yes you did.” His voice was husky and deep. He slipped a digit into her, exploring about gently. Pansy shifted slightly and turned her head to look at him. His eyes were intense, his face focused and full of lust.

All of a sudden his eye drifted away and his hand stilled, his finger slid out of her slowly. “Look.” She turned her head to see the wizard leaning over Jennifer, kissing her as he positioned himself. Ron’s fingers rubbed up and down her opening, while she watched. The room had also quieted down and Jennifer had everyone’s attention. Pansy’s grip on Ron’s thighs tightened. She wanted him. His closeness and the eroticism of the room had given her a yearning. But she didn’t want to wizard on the stage or the ones avail in the room. She wanted the one who was holding her.

With a hard thrust the wizard drove him self into Jennifer and she let out a yelp and held still. After taking several deep breaths she opened her eyes and looked at her partner. When she had calmed down she turned her head and smiled to the room. Cheers sounded along with clapping and whistles. After letting her get used to his entry, the wizard slowly began to ride her, moving gently, with long drawn out strokes.

Ron’s fingers entered her again, moving as slowly as the wizard onstage. Thrusting in and out of her slowly. Ron’s breathing in her ear, the couple onstage, and the sounds of the room were building up in Pansy a aching need. She started thrusting her own hips against Ron’s hand. Turning her head back to Ron she looked in his eyes, glazed over and drilling into hers. His lips were parted slightly and his hold around her waist tightened.

Pansy’s eyes darted to his lips and instinctively she licked her own. Whether or not she meant it as an invitation didn’t matter. Ron took it as one and dropped his head, taking her open mouth with his. Pansy gave in to the excitement and while he plundered her mouth she responded. Eagerly dueling his tongue with hers, she felt his hands move quicker while his thumb searched out her clit, rubbing against the swollen nub.

Pansy groaned into his mouth, clutching at his body and moving her hips with more need. She nearly whimpered when Ron pulled away. He eased himself out from behind her and settled her in his place, kneeling on the floor in front of her. Pansy didn’t know what to do or say. She wanted what he intended so much, but they had merely ran into each other on the street moments ago. Granted at the end of their Hogwarts years they were friends but hardly close friends.

He internal debate ended when she felt Ron’s lips cover her pussy. His kissed her lower lips just as he had kissed her upper lips. Pansy let her legs fall limp to each side, and her head dropped back against the arm of the seat. Ron licked her lips and thrust his tongue inside her. Parting her with his fingers he explored every part of her, searching around and slurping out her juice.

The noises in the room grew as several orgasms occurred and then reoccurred. Pansy looked back at the stage and saw that Jennifer was now encouraging her man to give her more, to bring her to what she needed. They were now shagging harder and Pansy knew she was close. Her whole body racked with pleasure as Ron latched his lips onto her clit and sucked, while siding his fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Oh Merlin……’ She whispered out and clutched at the cushions of the seat as she thrust her hips upward, urging her own body onward. She turned her head and bit down on a pillow as she came hard, lifting her hips upward and shuddering. She trembled and felt her limps twitching as she cried out into the fabric between her teeth. She didn’t want to cry out in the room even though it was going on around her. She had no idea why she felt that way, but at the moment she wasn’t going to try and figure out why.

She let her body go slack in the corner of the seat and sucked in breath after breath. When she felt Ron lean over her, she thought he was going to fuck her, but he wasn’t. His clothes remained in place, while he leaned into her, his hips between her legs and his hands holding her head, brushing strands of hair from her face.

She felt a kiss on her cheek and opened her eyes. Ron was watching her, taking in her expression. Pansy gave him a lazy smile and he grinned broadly. “Feel good?” He asked. All she could do was nod.

He chuckled lightly and soon Jennifer’s cries filled the room. After he orgasm finished the room erupted in cheer and clapping. Ron helped Pansy sit up and settled next to her as they joined in and applauded Jennifer. Her man, covered in sweat helped her on with her robe and she took a few moments to regain her composure.

“Are you alright?” Ron asked. Pansy looked at him, with his smug and proud smile and couldn’t help but think he looked so cute with that look.

She slowly smiled. “Yes, I am.” She said.

“Good.” His slid a hand up her back to her neck and massaged her gently. Her body was nestled against his and it felt wonderful to be there. She relaxed and let her hand drop to his knee as Jennifer faced the room.

“I just want to say thank you for joining me, and sharing this special moment.” Her voice was soft and almost angelic and Pansy could only smile at her sweetness. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, I know I did.” Her shy little smile earned her chuckles and a few whistles. “Again thank you, and goodnight everyone.”

Farewells were called out as she and the wizard left hand in hand. The room slowly emptied out and house elves popped onto the stage. Sheets vanished and the stage was cleaned up as they prepared for the next show.

“It’s getting late. Can I take you home?” Ron asked.

“Yes, please.” He took her hand and they left the club, getting their cloaks and a wink from the hostess and the Scottish wall guarding the front. Pansy walked on with Ron at her side after they had apparated to her neighborhood. She approached her door finally realizing that she hadn’t said a single word since they left the club.

“Thank you for walking me home.” She said, after she had opened her door. She didn’t know if he thought she would invite him in but she didn’t know about that just yet.

“Your welcome,” he said softly, “Pansy, would you have lunch with me tomorrow? We could meet at Giorgio’s, at noon?”

Pansy didn’t need a moment to think about it. “I’d love to.”

Ron smiled made her feel better about not wanting to invite him yet. “Great, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss. No tongue. No heat. But a lot of gentleness and when she slipped inside her house and closed the door, she leaned against it and bit her bottom lip grinning like a fourth year.