Brooms and Cocks ch.19

Starting a quick analysis of British production compared to what was being done in Asia, he emphasized layoffs and ossified systems that led to the downfall of the Big Three. The thesis of his presentation was clear: brooms built purely from wood would become a thing of the past, and they needed to plan for that future while providing products that inspired joy and excitement.

"It might sound like a foolish boast, but I want to take the baton and chart a new course."

"And you want to initiate a brand in racing?" Connor asked.

"That's the only way to gain widespread acceptance and respect," Harry said. "If a manufacturer proves its worth on this stage, it will have customers."

"Of course, you do," Everette said, patting Dave on the shoulder. "Just look at MagLaren! Hey, Harry, what do you think about naming it Vanderlit Brooms?"

Everyone in the room frowned, including his assistant Brooke, but Everette's smile didn't falter. Ignoring the remark, Connor turned to John. "How much does the fund you manage for us have?"

"Seven, sir," John replied. "But 1.5 is earmarked for a desalination project in Israel."

"Do you have plans to take Potter Industries public?" Connor asked Harry, who shook his head.

"After what happened with Exxon when activist investors took board seats, no," Harry said with a faint chuckle. "I don't want to expose myself and my people to that kind of fraud."

"Fair enough," Connor nodded. "Because if we invest, we'll need assurance that you'll remain private. There's already enough risk with Chinese intellectual property theft; we don't need their investors, too."

"Are you thinking of FoxConBroom?" John asked, and Connor nodded. He noticed Harry's discomfort and glanced at Everette, but the second young man wore a troubled expression as well. "Have you forgotten already? About what we learned they're working on in Chengdu?"

"Of course, I remember," Everette lied. "But why don't you tell him, since you're always interested in the details?"

Connor furrowed his brows at his friend and tapped his knuckle on the table, glancing at Dave and John before fixing a stern gaze on Harry. In this young man, there was steel, and the more Harry got to know him, the more he liked him.

"That's top-secret in China, and if it leaks and reaches any of us, we can say goodbye to all the business opportunities we have on the continent, understand?" Harry nodded, but Connor waited for Hermione and Amelia to nod as well before continuing. "The People's Republic has decided it's time to compete with the big manufacturers to rule the next century. We're focusing on exports more than ever before. Did you really speak with such confidence about gaining access to the racing paddock?"

"Yes," Harry replied. Connor noticed Amelia's nod and, for the first time, looked at the beautiful older woman. His assistant Brooke whispered something in his ear, and he nodded, holding his gaze on Amelia. "I trust Zabini's commitment, assuming I can secure the funding and engineering support."

"Engineering will be a challenge," John said.

"It was," Harry said with satisfaction. "But starting tomorrow, it won't be anymore."

The men raised their brows because it wasn't something Harry had disclosed in his speech.

Seizing the moment, Harry was able to dispel their worries, making his proposal even more enticing.

"There's a billionaire space race going on, and while you gentlemen haven't dived into it enough for NASA's mission to take a backseat," Harry said, looking at Hermione with a proud smile. The petite woman straightened up in her chair, visibly affected by his attention. "Thirty-five engineers, along with support staff including project managers, draftsmen, and technicians, have been let go by the government and will take positions at Potter Industries. This team has been focused on aerodynamics and agility for three decades and wants to bring that knowledge and experience to a space where their genius can be appreciated."

The reactions around the table were enlightening. Everett furrowed his brows in consternation, looking at his companions whose eyes sparkled with understanding. Before Everett could open his mouth to ask what they were all celebrating, Connor stood up.

"I think we've heard everything we needed to. Thank you for this opportunity, Harry, but we should discuss this among ourselves before deciding whether to proceed or not."

"Of course," Harry said, standing and shaking everyone's hands again. "I'll be in town for the evening, and I'm heading back to Godric's Hollow tomorrow."

"Fiona, will you see them out?"

The young woman led them out of the glass building, and Harry found he could appreciate its peculiar construction even more now that the meeting stress had passed. He felt good about how everything had gone, but Connor was unreadable at the end. Harry was reassured by the fact that he was a quiet leader. Everett seemed like a guy who was having a good time and didn't care about the details.

"Where to now?" Harry asked as Fiona left them in front of the building, waiting for the limousine to turn around.

"Wine country, roses, and relaxation," Amelia said. "I hate meetings. Especially when they're with buffoons who have too much money."

"Don't you have too much money?" Harry asked, smiling as she nudged him in the side with her elbow.

"I'd watch what you say. That money paid for our villa tonight."

"A villa?"

"Supposedly has a spa tub that fits three people," Amelia said with a wink.
"We need something to distract us from their answers," Hermione said, wrapping her arm around him as the limousine came to a stop. The lovely woman glanced at him, and he caught something naughty behind her innocent smile. "Can we stop and get some ropes?"

True to her words, Amelia's retreat was exceptional. The bungalow they shared had a huge bed and a breathtaking view of the vineyards. They dropped off their luggage and headed into town for dinner.

The restaurant had a Michelin rating and served some of the best dishes Harry had ever tasted. When they left, he had a message from Connor waiting for him. They discussed his terms and were willing to offer 50 million for a 10% stake in Potter Industries. There were still some minor details to iron out, but the shape of the agreement was already known, and Harry replied that they couldn't wait to get down to business together.

An hour later, Harry lounged in the sunken tub, surrounded by soapy bubbles and with a fluted glass of champagne in his hand. He took a long sip and surveyed the scene unfolding before him.

Hermione had her hands bound to her ankles, lying on her back with her knees spread apart while Amelia caressed the young woman's naked pussy. His sexy assistant's face was plastered with his first load of cum, squeezed out by Amelia's talented hand. The MILF took particular pleasure in stroking him and directing streams of cum onto the younger woman's face. After pressing Hermione's pussy to her mouth and bringing her to a convulsive orgasm, Amelia slid between her legs and went to work.

Finishing the last glass of champagne, Harry felt the warm glow of alcohol as he rose from the tub, water splashing around him. The women looked at him, their gaze falling on his stiffening cock again. But Amelia continued her work on Hermione's pussy. Watching the ecstasy on his assistant's face, Harry pushed his cock into Amelia's dripping pussy.

The MILF let out a surprised moan of pleasure, and Hermione hissed as she pulled her mouth away from her pussy, sighing again as Amelia went back to work amid her moans. Leaning on Amelia's broad ass, Harry watched as his cock slid into her as he pulled her close, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

A few thrusts were enough for his cock to be covered in the woman's juices. Then he pulled out of her. Amelia let out an audible moan of disappointment, then chuckled with pleasure as he rose to the edge of the tub, pulling the bound Hermione.

"Are you going to... yesss, fuck her little ass, handsome boy!"

"Nnnghh!" Hermione's eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. Harry felt himself tense, then relax, as he pushed the head of his cock into her tightest hole.

With Amelia crouched beside him, her hands roaming over Hermione's slender body, cupping her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and teasing her tiny hard clit, the little woman was inundated with stimulation.

Harry felt the tight opening loosen, and the thick head of his cock entered her ass, Hermione sucked in a gasp that turned into a moan as her ass relaxed around its circumference. Taking her with small, steady thrusts, he pushed deeper and deeper into her until her eyes widened, and a piercing scream of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Cum oohhh mmyyy ggggooooooddd nnnnnnghg- ghghgh!"

She felt as if his cock were about to be torn off when her ass clenched around it, and he withdrew until only the tip remained inside. Moisture covered Amelia's hand as she worked inside Hermione's pussy, and the smaller woman tightened the bonds, causing her to squirm even harder when she couldn't move.

"Come on this cock, baby," Amelia murmured, reaching around to tease her own ass. "Damn, it's so hot!"

"Alright," Harry growled, "because you're next."

"Oh God," Amelia muttered, leaning beside Hermione and thrusting her ass toward him.

The beautiful woman bit her lower lip, sliding two fingers into her own ass. As Harry withdrew from Hermione, she sank onto the tiles of the bathtub, her lips curling into a smile of exquisite pleasure as she watched him move behind Amelia.

The older woman's ass was tighter and required more patience before he could fuck her the way he wanted. But when he did, her cries of ecstasy made him fear the reception would get complaints. He flooded her bowels with a huge load of cum.

After releasing Hermione and cleaning up, they immersed themselves in warm water and discussed their plans. The next day, everything would get serious. Upon returning to Godric's Hollow, Harry had to finalize matters before heading overseas. That's when the real work would begin, convincing the authorities to let them chase and securing his relationship with Eleonora Zabini.

That night, he had the dream again, walking with Eleonora and Kate in his arms. Watching Hermione's lips take his morning wood, he decided he would manifest that dream and make it his reality.

Because the world doesn't give a man anything he wouldn't take himself, and Harry couldn't be satisfied until he had everything he desired.