Working Girl

Pansy woke up alone. Slipping on Ron’s shirt she left the room and found him in the kitchen. He had thrown on his jeans but hadn’t bothered to even zip them up. His eyes were focused on a parchment as he leaned on the table.



“Good morning.” She said kissing his cheek.



“Morning.” He gave her ass a light squeeze as he kissed her back. “I got this early and I didn’t want to wake you.”



“A new case?” She asked pouring herself a coffee.



“Yeah, a real asshole from what I’ve heard.” He said shuffling through some reports.



“What did he do?” She asked sitting down and looking at the scattered photos.



“He’s wanted for beating his wife, she’s still in St. Mungos.” Ron said.



“I’m not surprised. Douglas had a freaky side.” She said putting down her mug. Ron looked at her and held up a photo.



“This Douglas?” She nodded.



“Douglas Silverton.” She said. “He’s been to Helen’s several times.”



“He has?” She nodded. “Did he see you?” Ron wasn’t jealous, he was fine with her past, Pansy could see that. He asked, hoping she might have overheard something.



“Yes.”



“Ron?” A familiar voice called from the floo.



“In here Harry.” A second later Harry came into the kitchen.



“Did you get the memo?” He asked. “Good morning Pansy.”



“Morning Harry. Coffee?” He nodded.



“Pansy, what did you mean Douglas had a freaky side?” Ron asked as she poured Harry a cup.



“Douglas Silverton? That Douglas?” Harry asked taking the coffee.



“Yes, he had a thing for hair pulling and holding girls by the throat. As you know Helen has several charms in place to protect the girls, so things never get out of hand.” She sat back down. “You might want to talk to Helen, I know he tried to offer her more money to drop the charms, even offered to pay the girls whatever they asked.”



“He did?” Pansy nodded.



“Do you know if he talked to Helen about another residence?” Harry asked.



“You mean the house in Ireland?” She asked.



Harry and Ron looked at each other. “How did you know about the house?” Ron asked. The Auror department just received information that there might be another residence. It was just as assumption at this point, not an actual lead.



“Men talk after they have sex. Sometimes a little too much. He tried several times to get the girls to go there, but no one agreed. Even the girls who didn't meet with him knew because we all talk about the ones that are unusual. Since we don’t have to service anyone if we don’t want to, the girls know who to approach and who to stay clear from. We also know who to give a client to if they ask for something we specifically don’t do. With his reputation it would be asking for a beating. No girl would go when Helen’s spells protected them at the house.” She explained.



Ron and Harry nodded. “Looks like we need to speak to Helen.” Ron said to his friend. Pansy left to dress while the two discussed a game plan. She was putting her boots on when Ron came into the bedroom.



“I was thinking about what you said in the kitchen about Douglas and wanted to make sure last night was alright?” He said holding her hands.



Pansy looked confused. “What do you mean?” She asked.



He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “The ass thing.” He said.



“Ron,” she took his face in her hands, “I will always tell you if I am uncomfortable with something. Besides, I have had clients who liked it rough. I only saw Douglas one time, but there have been others.”



“Alright.” He smiled as she kissed him.



“Until then we fuck the way we want.” She winked and gave his ass a squeeze as she left the room.



With a goodbye to Harry she left the house and emerged in Helen’s greeting room. All the girls were there to say goodbye. Helen had already told them that Pansy was leaving. It was a tradition they had to all say goodbye when a girl left the house.



Helen had been right about the girls. They wanted their stories told. Many of them wanted mothers or fathers to read the book, hoping to make them realize what would happen if they forced their children out of their homes. Revealing what happened to them might save some relationships. Others knew that if the book did well, then Helen’s place would be known and clients might start asking for girls by name.



After the goodbyes, Pansy packed her room. She didn’t have much but she filled a large trunk and sent it to Ron’s through the floo. She looked around the room, empty of her presence and now ready for another girl to use.



“Saying goodbye?” She turned and looked at Helen.



“I guess. I made a lot of money in this room.” She approached the woman who took her in all those years ago. She had become family. “Helen, Ron and Harry might be coming to see you later.”



“Whatever for?” She asked. She had not thought to be seeing Ron again. It was no secret how he felt about Pansy.



“Douglas Silverton.” Helen nodded. “They’ve been assigned to find him.”



“Well, I can help there.” She said with an evil grin. She didn’t ask Helen to clarify. She’d find out later.



“Goodbye Helen,” she hugged the woman tightly, “thank you so much for everything.”



“Goodbye my girl.” Helen watched her leave through the floo, then let a tear fall. Pansy would be alright.