Not What Good Girls Do

In the Dark

A light grey cloud of smoke swirled around the brooding war hero and former Death Eater. He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray sitting on a small round cocktail table. Lighting another one, he crossed his ankle over his knee and put his arm on the back of the booth situated in the dark nightclub. Severus Snape was watching two young witches grind on each other to loud thumping music. It really wasn't his type of music but the women who frequented Club Amortentia were. He kept his eye on the pretty blonde. She was taller than her dancing partner with legs that went on forever. Severus imagined stripping her of her painted on jeans and her very tiny top, if you could even call it that. It was nothing more than a red scarf covering her large bouncing tits. It seemed to be held in place by a thin string around her neck that crossed her bare back tying around her waist. The music slowed a bit and the two witches began snogging as if they were the only two in the place. He watched the blonde as her hands moved under the other shorter witches micro mini-skirt cupping her arse. It was a fine firm arse at that. He could see her entire left cheek as the side of her skirt was slit to her waistline. He'd have to buy them a drink to thank them for the peep show.

The blonde had been watching him. The shorter witches head was buried in the blondes neck but that didn't distract her and she never broke eye contact with Severus. She then turned the little witch around so they were both facing him. They were still a bit far away but putting on quite the show for the dark wizard. The little witch kept her eyes closed completely absorbed in being molested by the blonde who ran her hands up the little witches exposed abdomen to cup her full and perky breasts underneath her jacket, a cropped jacket with nothing under it. One brave little button in the center held it closed. Women like these two drove Severus. He liked a woman that didn't restrain herself, he didn't have time for sexually inhibited witches. He knew what he liked and that meant no strings attached, no expectations, but a willingness to pleasure one another and walk away. He'd given all he could for the war and this was his time. He didn't give a fuck that the papers painted him as a womanizing playboy. It actually drove women to his bed. He would indulge in whatever was offered to him. He was no longer the buttoned up Professor that everyone used and abused. It was his time to use someone else for a change. He could think of multiple ways to use these two beautiful creatures. He would feel no guilt about it either. Look at them, practically fucking each other on the dance floor he thought to himself. They didn't give a fuck what other people thought of them either.

He saw the blonde whisper something in the little witches ear as she slipped her hand under the micro mini between her thighs. By her reaction Severus knew exactly where she was being touched. The little witch turned her head back and kissed the taller one. She then placed her hand over the blondes hand that was hiding under her skirt. After a few rubs the little witch pulled the blondes fingers out from under her skirt and brought them to her lips. She sucked each finger before walking off. Still not breaking eye contact with him the blonde started walking his way. She slid into the booth next to him.

"May I?" She asked eyeing his cigarette.

Snape twirled the hand rolled fag in his fingers and passed it to her. He watched her take a long drag then look at the burning stick with a smile.

"What is that?" Licking her lips. "It tastes like spice cake!"

"I make my own. It's mostly tobacco but I add ground clove buds. I found something similar in a muggle shop once."

"I like it." She said in a husky voice while moving in closer and leaning into him obviously trying to give him a better view of her assets.  "Do you taste like spice cake too?"

Snape took another drag off the cigarette, grabbed the back of her neck pulling her ear to his lips. He let the smoke out as he spoke.

"Maybe you and your friend would like to find out what I taste like? I know I'd like to taste you." He looked down at her with his almost black eyes. His dark hair hung past his shoulders framing his face.