Fleur and Hermione were going out and about in the streets of London. That summer day, everyone was looking at them. And no wonder, they were both so hot some people were about to die of heat stroke.

Hermione was good looking enough. She was going about in a simple white tank top with a pair of short shorts that ran up her butt, and a pair of little sneakers on her feet. Everyone there got a good look at her, she was practically naked. She basked in the attention, feeling no shame whatsoever.

But it was Fleur who was the real queen. Her silvery hair shining under the sun and her natural allure were enough to captivate any man’s attention. That made her enough of a baddie and then she went further than that, she was wearing a tight short-sleeved white button up shirt that hugged her voluptuous torso, unbuttoned just enough to bear her appetizing cleavage, and a plaid short skirt with long black stockings on her shapely legs. Very classy compared to Hermione’s regular sneakers, she had on a pair of black dress shoes.

They knew the people there were looking at them. And none of them were good enough for them. But they weren’t dressed just to tease. They knew exactly who they were looking for.

It wasn’t long before they were at their destination. Here in the baddest part of town, the sound of motorcycles was getting louder and louder. Sitting there were a whole bunch of men. All of them were either shirtless or wearing leather jackets, and they were a bit on the older side, the youngest one looked like he was in his late thirties while the oldest must have been in his sixties. At their approach, they all turned to look at the two girls.

There was a series of chuckles and hoots from them. Rough looking men with deep voices, they knew exactly what they wanted. One of them stood up and approached them, he had short dark hair with streaks of gray inside of it, and he was only wearing a leather jacket unbuttoned at the front to bare his masculine physique. Clearly he was the alpha.

“Well, well. What are two pretty little things like you doing here?”

Fleur looked away awkwardly. Hermione just put her hands on her hips and pouted. “Pretty little things? We’re women you know.”

“Oh really?” he said, walking around them. “Grown women would know better than to associate with guys like us. Unless they came looking for something.” Walking behind them, the alpha slapped Hermione’s ass real hard, enough to make her jump.

Another one stepped in, a skinny guy in just a tank top with a blonde mohawk. “How about it girly? Did you come looking for some of that? Or maybe...” He reached forward and grabbed Fleur’s tits, fondling them hard enough to make her squirm before he let her go, “ ... you want to play hard to get.”

He got back in front of them again. Hermione was glaring at him while Fleur was looking down nervously, her face a storm of red. But despite how annoyed they looked, they weren’t running away.

“I know pretty little things like you,” the alpha said, leaning forward. “Going about like they’re too hot for anyone else, but deep down they know exactly what they want.”

Mohawk just whistled. “Hey boys! How about we show them a good time, huh?”

Two men had surrounded Hermione. The one in front was the alpha, massaging her chest through her little shirt while the bald one behind her was grabbing her ass in those shorts, with his face all up in her hair. Her nipples were hard and she was giving him a mean look. But while her hands were on his wrists trying to push his hands back, she wasn’t using nearly as much strength as she could be.

How cute, she’s putting on a show. I love it when they do that.

“Your hair smells so nice,” said the other one. “Putting on this high class shampoo. You’re really making a good first impression.”

“Whatever!” she snapped. “Like that’s what I’m really going for!”

“Mouthing off to guys like us?” said the alpha. “You could be putting that mouth to something else.” He leaned forward and pursed his lips forward. Annoyed, Hermione looked away, but he wasn’t having it and forced his mouth on hers. Her eyes shot wide open and she gave him a look but otherwise did nothing to stop it. While he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, he pressed onto her breasts even harder.

Baldy on the other hand was sniffing deep inside of her mane of hair. Rubbing his face all over her like she was a thing, he shamelessly kissed her neck while he continued spooning her ass. Lifting up her shorts, her cheeks started to spill out. Getting real handsy, he fondled all over her tight little bare ass.

When the alpha pulled back, there was a long line of spit between their tongues. Hermione just looked so pathetic. She only said, “P-please be gentle...”

“Like this?” he said and twisted her nipples through her shirt. Hermione shrieked as loudly as possible.

She was shut up by Baldy getting in on the action. Biting and licking all over her neck he pulled her face to look at him and then he roughly shoved his tongue down her throat. Hermione squirmed even more, a series of muffled little whimpers blowing up in her throat. Having no choice but to kiss him back, her tongue flicked back hard on his. All the while the alpha was flicking her pointy nipples with his fingertips. The more he did it, the louder she got.