" Shall we go in?" Patience, love. Are you sick of my company already?"Sophie smiled and chuckled. "Never. When did she start stripping?" Pretty much ...fter Paris last year. She'd sneak off to amateur nights at alcohol free clubs with a fake ID. Mostly she liked chatting with the strippers and found them to be more interesting then her colleagues. Some were real sweet. Others kind of cold and cynical. But only a few of the most stunning had the curse of the narcissist. She learned a lot and she. .. closing my eyes and forgetting that Jeff was there watching me. I relaxed as my pussy received a water massage... working my way up to my next orgasm. The slight, faint trickle brought me there very gradually.After a few minutes, I felt that tightness in my lower abdomen and my pussy pulsed eagerly. I opened my eyes to look at Jeff. He was wide-eyed and smiling boyishly. I used both hands to reach down and spread open my pussy lips so that the trickle of water could hit my clit head. They took a few moments to rest, before they stood, harry first, followed quickly by the girls. He handed them their clothes, and with a wave of his wand they were all clean. The girls all put their clothes back on reluctantly, and he handed all of their wands back, before making another portkey, and transporting them all back to the castle.They had arrived just in time for dinner. He told the first years to go in ahead of them, and not to tell anyone what had happened. They should tell people. Without looking down, I could tell that my stiff cock was making a tent in the linen fabric, and Lauren had noticed. I was going to make a joke of it but was too mortified. Instead I slid one hand to the bottom of the steering wheel and tried to shield my erection from view using my forearm. We pulled into the hotel and dropped the car with the valet. The bellman driving the cart to our building checked out Lauren head to toe, then noticed the pole in my pants. He grinned at me as we slid.