A Change of Venue

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 4 ~ Love Will Find a Way

The following Saturday morning Severus was busy in the back rooms of his establishment checking for glitches and adjusting each scenario accordingly for the clients he had to meet next week when he heard the chime of his front door. He made his last touches then headed out to greet whoever had entered.

In the front office, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks looked around the office with interest, Tonks chuckling at a sign that hung over the back counter. It had three images on it. Two of a wicked looking skull and crossbones, and the other seemed to be a stake of some sort.

The sign read in bold lettering:

FEMALE CLIENTS ONLY! ALL OTHERS WILL BE HEXED OR WORSE!

“It seems Severus is not an equal opportunity hooker,” Tonks laughed.

Kingsley smirked, then sobered as Severus entered from a door behind the counter. The Potions Master looked surprised to see the Aurors, then walked around the counter, up to Kingsley and shook his hand firmly. They had served in the Order together.

“Good morning, Kingsley,” he said to the black Auror, then his eyes turned on the grinning Tonks. Her hair was spiked and colored bright yellow this morning.

”Good morning, Tonks. Still on a mission to blind most of the wizarding world I see,” Severus said to the pixieish witch by way of greeting.

“Morning Severus,” she replied, touching her hair and smiling.

”Good morning, Severus,” Kingsley also said in his deep, rich voice, “We’re here on official Ministry business I’m afraid.”

Severus quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t tell me they’ve finally passed the legislation to close me down,” Severus asked him, gesturing to two of the seats in the waiting area and taking a third seat. Both Tonks and Kingsley sat down.

“No, they’ve given up on that. If they closed you down, they would have to do the same to the other brothels, and let’s face it…they provide a valuable service,” Tonks said, “But I’m sure they’re working on something else. I heard they sent a mole here to try and find out if you were using any type of mind-altering magic on witches illegally, but she came back and said the only magic you used was the all-natural type.”

”Really?” Severus responded, wondering which satisfied witch it was, “No I don’t use spells on my clients, I don’t need to.”

Tonks gave Severus an appraising look. Kingsley saw it and frowned.

“If you need any fantasies fulfilled, Tonks…you know who to come to,” he growled at her in a low voice.

Tonks smiled at him.

“Gods, you’re so jealous Kingsley,” she said, punching his thick shoulder.

”That’s right. I am, so remember that,” he said a bit warningly as Tonks winked at Severus, who smirked.

“Don’t worry, Kingsley. Tonks was the first witch I blacklisted…on principle. You are a braver man than I tangling with a metamorphmagus. The gods only know what she could turn into in the middle of orgasm,” the Potions Master said, narrowing his eyes at the witch.

Kingsley gave a wan smile.

“It can get a bit intense at that,” he replied as Tonks colored.

Kingsley and Tonks had been lovers for several years, and the wizard did indeed experience quite a few surprises bedding the witch. He had almost been suffocated and nearly crushed a number of times when Tonks lost control and several tentacle-like appendages complete with suckers shot out of her body and engulfed him when she came. Yes, fucking Tonks could be quite dangerous…which kept Kingsley enamored with the witch. Now that Voldemort was gone she provided the necessary element of danger he required.

“Enough about that,” Tonks snapped, still rather red, “Tell him why we’re here, Kingsley.”

”Ah yes. Are you familiar with an ‘Agatha Windelforth’ Severus?” the Auror asked him.

Severus nodded.

“Yes, she was a former client of mine who got into a bit of trouble. I received an Order from the Ministry stating she was not to utilize my services any longer,” the Potions Master replied.

“Well, she’s still getting into trouble,” Kingsley said, “She took a large amount of money from the Three Broomsticks the other evening. Rosmerta’s cashbox is charmed to show the last three people who opened it. Miss Windelforth was the last one. She took over twelve hundred galleons,” Kingsley said soberly, “It’s off to Azkaban for a few months if she’s caught. Due to her history, we thought she might have been trying to see you…on a professional level.”

“No, she hasn’t been here. I check my clients carefully now to make sure they are not polyjuiced…and not…male,” Severus said, his face contorting slightly.

Adam had made a few efforts to utilize Severus’ skills, hence the large sign Tonks read. For some reason, the vampire Queen’s sexual powers didn’t work on the Potions Master. It was possible that it only worked on mortal males who had an inclination to go “the other way” or who were bi-curious, of which Severus was neither. He scooted the disappointed Queen off the premises and quickly, threatening to hit him with a Solaris hex. It wouldn’t have done anything to the chubby little Queen. Sunlight didn’t affect him like it did other species of vampire. Adam could walk in daylight although his minions couldn’t.

“Well, if you see her, please let us know,” Kingsley said, standing up, “She has a number of problems that she definitely needs help with. She will receive treatment while incarcerated.”

Both Tonks and Severus rose.

”I will,” the pale wizard promised. He didn’t need any more problems with the Ministry. It was already trying to find ways to close him down.

“Thanks, Severus,” Tonks said, then, “By the way…how much do you charge for a shag?”

”Five hundred galleons,” Severus replied, a small glint in his eye as Tonks whistled.

”That’s a lot of money for a little sex,” she said, shaking her head and once again giving the wizard an appraising look, “For that amount of money, there’d better be some chandelier swinging or something.”

“Or something,” Severus purred as Kingsley scowled.

”Let’s go Tonks,” he said bad-naturedly, “See you later, Severus.”

Kingsley caught Tonks by the arm and practically dragged the witch out of Severus’ shop. Once outside, he pulled her close, his dark face even darker.

“Feeling randy, eh?” he growled at her.

Tonks blinked up at him.

”Oh, I was just asking Kingsley. I was curious, that’s all,” she said, shuddering a little against his large, muscular body. He had a good, tight hold on her.

”Curious, eh? Well, come on…we’re going to stop by my flat before we head back to the Ministry,” the Auror said, “We’ll see if I can’t pound that curiosity out of you.”

”Kingsley, you’re such a caveman,” Tonks sighed against him, completely turned on. She loved when the Auror became jealous and possessive.

”Wait until you get a load of my club,” the wizard purred, disapparating with her.

Severus returned to his back rooms. If Agatha showed up…he’d turn her in immediately. After all, he could get in trouble for being in her presence. He wasn’t about to go down for her.

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On Wednesday evening, Hermione received a post delivered by a rather evil-looking black raven. Gingerly she removed the message from the bird’s leg. It squawked at her raucously, then left quickly, not even waiting for a bit of something to eat, which was unusual. Maybe ravens weren’t as greedy as owls.

Hermione opened the letter. It was from Professor Snape. Her belly did a flip-flop as she read the message.

Dear Hermione,

Enclosed is the standard waiver all clients sign. Read it over, and bring it with you on Friday evening. Also I have a few requirements of you.

1) Bathe thoroughly from head to toe. Particularly the toes which are often neglected.

2) Wear no lotion or scent. It usually tastes horrible. I have a few flavored oils if you wish to utilize them.

3) Apply a contraceptive patch or charm prior to arriving. A secondary charm will be cast as well when you arrive. Better safe than pregnant.

4) Use no magical enhancements or spells. They are not necessary and I prefer a witch to come to me as she is. A little make-up is allowed. No foundation however. It also tastes terrible and makes a mess of the bed sheets and pillowcases.

5) Be prompt. I was not jesting when I said I charge a late fee.

I will be expecting you at seven o’clock pm.

Until then,

Severus Snape


Hermione read over the requirements several times. He certainly was direct. She pulled out the contract and read it:


WAIVER OF RESPONSIBILITY/LEGAL CONSENT FORM

In order to become a client and willing participant in the Intimate Services (Intercourse) provided by Severus Snape Services LTD (SSS) you must read and complete this ‘Waiver of Responsibility/Legal Consent Form’ in its entirety.

I, the undersigned understand that SSS is unable to completely guarantee that no injury or other harm will come to me or my possessions as a result of any intimate interactions. Participation in Intercourse involves certain risks, some of which are directly related to being penetrated by Severus Snape, the sole provider of said services. These risks may include, but are not limited to rather rough sessions, muscle aches, cramping, vaginal/anal aches, discomfort occurring while engaged in mock acts of domination with/without restraints, sex toys and/or spell packets, discomfort occurring from physical exertion, unfamiliar sexual positions or the occurrence of some other unforeseeable accident.

I fully understand and accept these risks associated with participation in Intercourse. I also hereby agree to hold harmless and make no claim of any description including claims, actions, suits, procedures, costs, expenses, damages and liabilities against SSS and its proprietor for any loss or damages suffered in the course of or following my participation.

I understand that this release will be binding upon myself, my estate, my heirs, representatives and assigns. I further confirm that I understand that Intercourse can involve a good deal of physical activity, and I am in good physical health and do not suffer from any heart condition or other ailment or physical disability that would inhibit my ability to participate in Intercourse or place me in undue health jeopardy.

I understand that Severus Snape will attempt to understand and work with my needs and it is not necessary for me to control the situation and willingly relinquish all control to Severus Snape for the duration of said Intercourse. If I have any medical condition I have notified Severus Snape of this.

I agree to be fully bound by the conditions set forth by SSS. In particular, I agree to accept all physical contact with Severus Snape as is necessary. I agree not to cast any spells or hexes during Intercourse, nor will I bring my wand to the actual engagement.

I have read this Waiver of Responsibility/Legal Consent Form carefully, and understand that by signing this form I am agreeing on behalf of myself, my estate, my heirs, representatives and assigns not to sue or seek other legal actions against SSS or its proprietor, Severus Snape for any loss or damages suffered in or after the course of my participation.

Signature________________________________________________________________

Date______________

Printed Name ____________________________________________________________

Dear gods. Should she sign this contract in blood or what? It certain didn’t give her many rights or protections. Every witch Severus slept with signed this?

Hermione shook her head and reread the contract stopping at the following part:

Participation in Intercourse involves certain risks, some of which are directly related to being penetrated by Severus Snape, the sole provider of said services. These risks may include, but are not limited to rather rough sessions, muscle aches, cramping, vaginal/anal aches, discomfort occurring while engaged in mock acts of domination with/without restraints, sex toys and/or spell packets, discomfort occurring from physical exertion, unfamiliar sexual positions or the occurrence of some other unforeseeable accident.

Hermione blinked at this. Then reread the part about damages. Surely he wouldn’t purposely damage her. No. She doubted he did any terrible damage to witches or he wouldn’t be so popular. That was to protect him in case something did happen.

Utilizing Severus’ services was much different than going to the brothel. There, this was all implied, not written out plainly with a client signing. They wouldn’t have many customers otherwise. It was all so…so legal.

Hermione stared at the contract for several more minutes, then thought about the consultation she had with the wizard. He had seemed so sure, so confident he could give her the experience she needed. There was so much promise in those dark, penetrating eyes. Hermione felt a pulse of warmth, then carried the contract over to her writing desk, pick up a quill, dipped it in the inkwell and signed it, dating it and neatly printing her name as well. The contract flashed blue for a moment, signifying she was bound to it.

That was that. She was in for it now.

Hermione folded up the contract and returned it to the envelope. She’d deliver it to Professor Snape on Friday.

Another delicious thrill shot through the witch.

She’d deliver the waiver…then, hopefully, he’d deliver what he'd promised her.

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Wearing a glamour charm, Agatha Windelforth circled the block several times, looking in the window of Severus’ place of business. She still didn’t have a wand. She had purchased the Imperio Potion from Craven and now held it in her hand. The alchemist had topped the bottle with a small sponge. All she had to do was bring the sponge into contact with the wizard of her dreams and he would be her love forever…as long as he didn’t get the antidote.

She watched with a frown as a smiling witch left his office. It was empty now. Quickly, she entered the office. Immediately a piercing ward rather than the chime sounded and Severus, who was standing behind the counter looked up frowning.

“Agatha, what are you doing here?” he snarled, stalking around the counter and up to the witch.

“I…I just had to see you. I miss you Severus,” she said, removing the charm and appearing as herself.

”Agatha, I explained to you that this was strictly business, and also received an Order that you are not to be on my premises or utilize my services. You are putting me at risk, and give me no choice but to report you,” the wizard said darkly, frowning at her.

“Services? Severus, it’s not about services between us. Maybe with those other desperate witches, but not with me. I know it’s love,” Agatha said, her eyes desperate.

”It is not love, Agatha…it was sex. That’s all it was. I’m sorry about this,” Severus said, drawing his wand and getting ready to walk past her to the door and send up the Auror-summoning spell, a red flare.

Agatha grasped his other hand in hers.

“Wait,” she said, letting the tip of the bottle touch the wizard’s palm.

Severus stiffened, and felt as if he were being divided in half, his will being pulled back.

”What have you done?” he gasped before falling silent and looking down at the witch, who put her glamour charm back on, changing her features.

”I’ve secured the love of my life. Now come with me, Severus. We are going to run away together…away from the other witches, away from the Ministry,” she said, “but first we’re going to make love at my flat all night long. I’ve missed you.”

Inside, Severus was screaming, “No! I will not go with you!” but outwardly, he followed Agatha obediently from the shop, unable to help himself.

Dear gods. Maybe he should have stuck to teaching Potions.

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A/N: I took a day off from writing yesterday and spent it cleaning and taking care of Tayah, who has a very bad cold and is miserable. She’s better this morning and is sleeping in the armchair. Now…whoo hoo. Who would have thought becoming a gigolo could be so…dangerous? Man oh man. Agatha has Severus now and Hermione doesn’t have a clue at all!!! How will she save him…if she does save him? Maybe…maybe she won’t be able to. Damn. Well, we’ll find out. This isn’t going to be a long story at all. Thanks for reading. ***