I'm Albus Fucking Dumbledore - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

2nd of September 1991

London

If someone had told Bill Weasley that he would accompany Alastor Moody and Albus Dumbledore to a strip club, he would have laughed outright. But here he was, standing outside the neon-lit entrance of "The Velvet" in the heart of London.

Moody, now shockingly clean-shaven and dressed in a tailored suit, looked almost respectable—a stark contrast to his usual grizzled appearance. Dumbledore, however, was drawing whistles and catcalls from women - to his displeasure, mostly old ones - as he sauntered up to the club in his flamboyant pink suit. The sight of the legendary wizard in such a setting was enough to make Bill’s head spin. But he had to get used to it, now. They paused before the billboard outside, which advertised "The Velvet's" enchanting dancers. Dumbledore glanced at his companions, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, gentlemen," he said with a sly grin, "Here we go. For the Greater Wood. I mean, Greater Good."

Bill’s eyes widened at the sight of the stage. A lithe dancer with raven-black hair twirled expertly around a gleaming pole, her movements mesmerizing. She wore a shimmering silver thong and nothing else, her body glistening under the spotlight as she moved with feline grace. Her nipples, pierced with tiny diamond studs, caught the light, and her bare breasts swayed with every twist and turn, drawing the audience's rapt attention. Next to her, a voluptuous redhead in a sequined bikini sashayed across the stage, her generous curves swaying to the beat of the music. Her top barely contained her ample breasts, and as she spun around, she playfully teased the audience by unclasping her bra and tossing it aside, revealing her full, round breasts with nipples that were already hard from the excitement of the performance.

Bill, Moody, and Dumbledore found a table near the stage, to appreciate the talents on display. The waitstaff, dressed in provocative outfits, moved gracefully among the tables, taking orders and delivering drinks with practiced ease. The air was filled with a blend of hushed conversations and the occasional cheer or whistle of appreciation from the audience.

Moody, ever the pragmatist, leaned in close to Bill, his magical eye covered by a patch. "You said she was called Celia, huh?" he asked, nodding toward the stage.

Bill nodded, feeling a little dazed. "Yeah"

A slender blonde, completely nude, hung upside down from another pole, her legs wrapped tightly around it as she performed an intricate routine of flips and spins. Her long hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall, brushing against the stage floor. Her firm, perky breasts and taut, toned abs displayed her incredible strength and agility, and her nipples brushed tantalizingly against the pole with each move.

Dumbledore, seemingly unfazed by the surroundings, leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh. "Ah, this brings back memories," he said, winking at Bill. Meanwhile, Moody, ever vigilant, kept his magical eye roving under his patch, scanning the room for potential threats even in this unlikely setting. Suddenly, Dumbledore began recounting an anecdote about a wild threesome in Ibiza. "You see, Bill, there was this one time in Ibiza, oh, the summer of 2017…I mean, 1967, when I found myself in quite the entanglement with a pair of particularly spirited gir…witches. It all started at this little beach bar, where the cocktails were delicious. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were all back at their villa, engaged in a rather... invigorating magical duel of sorts". Dumbeldore chuckled. Bill, blushing furiously, decided it was best to tune out the headmaster’s colorful tale and watch the dancers. Near the edge of the stage, a curvy brunette in a sheer lace bodysuit danced seductively, her outfit leaving little to the imagination. She leaned forward, giving the front row a tantalizing view of her cleavage, her nipples pressing against the nearly transparent fabric.

Finally, he saw Celia.

"That's her", Bill said, pointing with his chin to a petite dancer with short, spiky hair and multiple tattoos swayed to the music in nothing but a tiny leather skirt and pasties. Her movements were sharp and edgy, a stark contrast to the other performers. Her breasts, small and firm, were accentuated by the tiny pasties that barely covered her nipples.

Bill smiled. She hadn't changed a bit. She was an ex-girlfriend of his who had met a tragic fate. An ancient Ravenclaw prefect, she had once offended a pureblood scion by deducting too many points and putting him in detention for life when he had tried to grope another student. Her father, an influential and wealthy patron, had made sure that every door in the wizarding world was closed to her after Hogwarts. Without a Muggle education, there weren't many jobs she could do. They had stayed in touch sporadically, but life had been tough for her. So when Dumbledore had asked Bill if he knew any brilliant young wizards or witches who might be up for a bit of work, he had immediately thought of her.

Celia moved with the same effortless grace that had always captivated him. Her body swayed in time with the sultry music, her hips moving provocatively as she slid down the pole with practiced ease. The crowd whistled and cheered, completely enthralled by her performance. Her movements were fluid and hypnotic, each twist and turn highlighting the curves of her body in the lighting. Her bare breasts bounced lightly with each motion, drawing gasps of appreciation from the audience. Her nipples, adorned with small, sparkling piercings, seemed to catch the light with every move. As she arched her back, her breasts were thrust forward, emphasizing their fullness and drawing even more attention. She ran her hands sensuously down her body, pausing to cup her breasts before continuing the dance, her eyes never leaving the audience. The intricate tattoos on her toned calves and lower back told stories of wild nights and hidden meanings, captivating those close enough to see them clearly. Her perfectly rounded ass, firm and inviting, became the focal point as she turned and twisted, the muscles flexing under her smooth skin. He gulped when seeing her abs - she did not had the at Hogwarts -, well-defined and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

Bill’s heart raced as he watched her. He had to let her know he was here. Summoning his courage, he called out her name. Celia’s eyes widened in recognition, and she almost lost her grip on the pole. Recovering quickly, she smiled brightly and gracefully hopped from one platform to another until she reached their table, which had its own pole.

"Bill!" she exclaimed, saluting him playfully. "I have to keep dancing, but it's so good to see you!"

She continued to spin around the pole, her movements fluid and enticing. As she glanced around, she noticed the two men sitting with Bill. Her eyes went wide as she recognized them, and she spluttered in shock.

"What the...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible due to Moody's silencing spell. "Head... Headmaster Dumbledore?" Her cheeks flushed crimson, a whirlwind of emotions passing over her face as she continued to dance mechanically.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at her, his gaze kind and steady. "Celia! I hope you're well," he said, looking her directly in the eyes.

Celia, so shocked by the sight of the legendary headmaster in such an unexpected setting, lost her grip on the pole. She made a bad maneuver and, in a blur of motion, fell directly into Dumbledore's lap.

"Oh, a lap dance," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.

Celia spluttered, her cheeks flaming red. "I-I... I didn't mean to... I mean…"

Dumbledore, ever the gentleman, waved his hand gracefully. An elegant gown materialized around Celia, covering her scantily clad form. With another flick of his wrist, he gently levitated her to a sitting position beside him.

"So, Celia, how are you doing? How is life after Hogwarts ?" he asked, his tone genuinely concerned.

Celia stammered, her mind racing to process the surreal situation. "I-I... It's so absurd..." Panic creeping into her voice, she turned to Bill, her eyes wide with confusion and desperation. "Why is there Albus F-Fucking Dumbledore in my strip club?"

Bill, trying to suppress a grin at the sheer absurdity of the situation, leaned forward. "Celia, it's... a bit complicated. But Warlock Dumbledore here has a proposition for you. And trust me, it's something that could change everything for you."

Celia's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Well, you know, things have been tough ever since that incident at Hogwarts. That pureblood scion—the Blackwood Son—got so angry when I deducted points and put him in detention for groping another student. His father, lord Blackwood made sure every door in the wizarding world was closed to me after that. Being a Muggle-born didn’t help either."

"I’ve heard about that incident. It was a grave injustice. But it does not surprise me - Administrator Blackwood is not a cool dude. Though I did not know before Bill told me - You should have come to me !"

Celia shrugged. But…had Dumbeldore just used the word "dude" ? "I decided not to let it break me. And…you are not exactly the easiest man to meet, Headmaster". It made Dumbledore sad, but he had to give it to her. His past self was kind of an asshole.

Celia continued : "I enjoy the nightlife, actually. Doing lap dances, personal shows—it gives me a sense of control and confidence. And it pays well enough to cover my studies."

Bill raised an eyebrow, impressed. "That’s quite the balancing act."

She smiled, a hint of pride in her voice. "I’m at the London School of Economics, studying business. It's expensive, but I'm managing. I want to work for a top consulting firm once I graduate."

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with interest. "Consulting, you say? That requires sharp intellect and strong determination. You seem to have both in abundance."

Celia nodded. "I've always been driven. After what happened at Hogwarts, I needed to prove that I could succeed on my own terms."

"Celia, your story is inspiring. And I believe that your talents could be incredibly valuable to a new project we’re starting. I have an opportunity to offer you."

She leaned in, curiosity evident on her face. "What kind of opportunity, Professor?"

"I've realized that over the years, I've stretched myself too thin at Hogwarts. Managing the school, fighting dark forces, enchanting socks, and overseeing numerous projects has left me with little time for the important details. I need someone sharp, reliable, and capable to help me manage my responsibilities. In other words, I need a Personal Assistant."

"You want me to be your Personal Assistant?",Celia’s eyes widened in surprise and flattery.

Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Indeed. However, there's more. I am launching another significant project outside of Hogwarts - the S.O.C.K.S (Celia could almost hear the capitalizing), and I plan to appoint one Personal Assistant— for my duties at Hogwarts and for this new venture."

She blinked, processing his words. "Professor, that's... a tremendous honor…". Celia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. "It’s... a lot to consider. But being the P.A. for such an important person as you ? I mean, you're the most important man in Wizarding society, and…It’s true it's the best way to show those purebloods that they can’t keep me down…"

She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. "Alright. I’m in."

Dumbledore’s smile broadened. "Wonderful! Welcome aboard, Celia. I’m confident that with your help, we’ll achieve great things."

Overwhelmed with joy, Celia spread her arms wide in celebration, momentarily forgetting her attire. The summoned gown opened. Her breasts, adorned with diamond nipples piercing, were on full display. She reddened immediately, lowering her arms in embarrassment.

"Oops! Sorry about that," she spluttered, her face as red as a beet.

Dumbledore simply winked. "Not to worry, Celia. Just consider it your first memorable moment on the job."