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His affairs were discrete, in keeping with the stature of his family name it would not be appropriate to let on that he screwed around behind his wife’s back. It was a well-known practice of the social elite, to be sure, but not one openly discussed. The few who thought themselves too mighty to be taken down by confirmation of an affair were quickly proven wrong and Rodolphus was raised better than to humiliate his family in such a way. Despite his rocky relationship with his wife, he still respected Bellatrix too much to put her through all that as well. She was, at one time, one of his best friends, she was his wife and the mother of his child. She deserved every ounce of respect given to her and he would not sully her name along with his just to let it be known that he could catch any piece of ass he wanted. He knew that for himself, and with him being as arrogant as he was, that was really all he needed.

Tonight had not been a planned engagement with the blonde across the table, and while the word ‘worry’ was too strong for the feeling Rodolphus had at being ‘caught’ with a woman in such a public and high profile local, he was momentarily concerned that Bella would think he had lost his touch and was putting their family at risk. The concern was quickly alleviated as Bella gave him a sly look he had seen from the gorgeous witch hundreds of times before. They were to have fun together tonight. Rodolphus knew better than to question her actions, so he simply went along.

Extending his arm and wrapping his hand around her tiny waist, Rodolphus pulled his wife onto his lap. She was light and moved easily, despite her height which, judging by the looks of her heels, had an extra few inches attached to her tonight. The only question in Rodolphus’ mind at that moment was whether or not he’d see those heels in the air later, or if Bella was only looking to relieve a little aggression with the blonde tonight and not with Rodolphus in the bedroom. They were still shagging regularly, though not as often as Rodolphus would have liked but he found other places to satiate his needs when his wife wasn’t in the mood or his desires were more sadistic than she could handle. He was rough with Bella, but he never crossed the line with her as he did with a few others (and one in particular). Before Aurora was born their relationship consisted of more than just sex and expensive dinner parties, they spent time together and shared their interests. They would hunt together, just for fun, but the past several years it had only been upon the order of Lord Voldemort or the occasional special treat in which they would play together in that sick and twisted way they did so well. If that was to become something more frequent, Rodolphus wouldn’t argue.

Corrupting an officer of the law, an Auror even, was in and of itself the definition of a good time but Dorcas took it to a whole other level. Sure, Rodolphus could have hit on any other female Auror and likely lured them into this hedonistic world of sex and drugs but there was something about the tiny brunette that always made things that much more exciting. Perhaps it was because she, more than anyone else, truly enjoyed and craved the debauchery they got up to. If she only had Bella’s blood lust, too…

The night was young but as time progressed so too did Rodolphus’ energy, aided in no small part to the drugs in his system. If Dorcas was refusing anything offered to her, then she did it in such a manner that Roddy had no idea she was being a killjoy, because she truly wasn’t. She went along with all of it, no matter what it was, and if asked Rodolphus wouldn’t even be able to tell you everything that had happened as it all seemed a whirlwind to him now. Dorcas’ plump lips were on his, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. More of her. More cocaine. More of this evening.

Rodolphus yanked Dorcas’ trousers down around her bum, spun her like a record, and then forced her head down. “I know you like this position, love” he said as his hand pressed firmly against the back of her neck. A row of white powder against her milky flesh was only evident for a moment before that rush that took over his entire body flooded over him. He could feel his heart thumping heavily in his chest, rapidly moving, almost dancing. Yes, it was dancing to the music. There was music playing, had it always been playing? Yes, it was a concert but they weren’t at the concert any longer but there was still music so it must still be a concert. There is a stage, concerts have stages, yes this was a concert. Rodolphus wanted to dance.

He hadn’t even been aware that he was biting her but now he could taste her blood and he did so enjoy that. His hands roamed freely over her pale, naked arse, unaware of the crowd that had circled them and had taken to watching them as if they were one of those muggle telly productions Dorcas tormented Roddy with every now and again, only a coked up Rodolphus Lestrange biting the ass of a pretty little English Auror was way more enticing than whatever the Bradys or the Bunkers were up to. Rodolphus smacked her, hard, leaving an outline of his hand on her otherwise smooth skin. One hand still rested on the back of her neck, one cupped her right buttocks, and a third was fondling the other side. Rodolphus stared at the third hand for only a moment before his mind worked things out in an exuberant fashion.

Fueled by rage, cocaine, alcohol, and whatever else he had managed to take throughout the night, Rodolphus flung the muggle owner of the wandering hand to the floor and leapt on top of him. The wind brushed past his face as his arms moved like jackhammers, pummeling the man underneath him. "Don't you dare put your filthy hands on her, you fucking muggle filth!" Rodolphus' voice boomed as if amplified in his anger. His blood covered knuckles were not enough to quench this seething violence inside of Rodolphus. His left hand wrapped around the man’s throat, his face purpling under the red mess that was left after Rodolphus ceased punching him. As the man sputtered for air, Roddy’s right hand moved to his pocket where he kept his wand, preparing to end this vial creature that dared to touch, or even glance at, what did not belong to him.

After nearly a decade in the position, Rodolphus knew the ins and outs of his father’s business. His business. Lestrange Industries had its hand in so many different ventures that it was difficult to say exactly what their main business even was. Financing, real estate, marketing, hell there was even a smaller division that made wicker furniture. If you could make money buying it, selling it, trading it, or offering admission to it, Lestrange Industries probably had something to do with it. It was Adolph’s and his father Rudolph’s, Roddy’s grandfather, success in business that solidified the Lestranges as Europe’s wealthiest wizarding family and Rodolphus was not about to let that prestigious title, and all its benefits, slip by him. They were like royalty, in fact they were the closest thing to an actual royal family the wizarding community had. He would be loathed to spoil that for his precious princess Aurora – not to mention Rodolphus made great use of his exorbitant wealth. On occasion, when he told Ader, his house elf, to let Bella know he had a business meeting late in the evening, it was actually the truth. Tonight was such a night, as rare as it was.

Only moments after his business partner shook Rodolphus’ hand and left Roddy to pay the bill for their evening, a busty blonde approached the table. Rodolphus raised his well-defined brow at the vixen. Without asking and before even saying ‘hello’ the blonde sat in the chair recently occupied by the other man. “Well, hello,” Roddy said, wondering what – besides his rugged good looks and obvious money – could have caused this witch to approach him so boldly. The woman flirted shameless with him, and Rodolphus smirked at her attempt at banter. He found her boring, but one didn’t have to be a good conversationalist to be good in bed. Sometimes the dumber ones were the most worth it, though no one compared to his little Auror mistress who allowed him to do things that he would never otherwise dream of doing to anyone – unless there were plans that they were not going to live to see the morning.

He was debating whether this one would live or die when a breathy, familiar voice whispered in his ear. He felt chills rolls down his spine as her hot breath met his skin. “Hello, darling,” he said, greeting his wife without need to turn and look at her to know who he was speaking to. He and Bellatrix had been friends since childhood; even with their marriage on an uneasy foundation, he could recognize her voice anywhere. “Catherine,” he started, gesturing to the blonde before the woman corrected him, stating her name was Catelyn, “Catelyn was just leaving.” Rodolphus reached for Bella’s arm, pulling her around to stand beside him, and allowed his hand to trail down her arm. He lifted her left hand and brought it to his lips, the large sapphire wedding ring on display for Catelyn to see as Roddy kissed his wife’s hand.

Teeth dragged across Rodolphus’ lower lip and he returned the favor with a little more force, enough to force a single droplet of blood to appear on her plump lip. He tasted the metallic flavor immediately and kissed her deeper. His grip on her arse tightened. Rodolphus was very near to skipping the after party altogether, choosing instead to take her back to their hotel room and destroy the place in a fit of lust, but then he could just do that at the party anyway and after all, her birthday deserved something a little more out of the usual than rowdy hotel sex. He broke the kiss with a deep, guttural growl, his chest rising and falling a little more heavily than it had just a moment ago. A tiny speck of crimson formed on her lip as he pulled away and before he set her down he ran his tongue over it once more and smirked. “Come on, love. Let’s have Mercury sign those tits before he takes a hit off them.” Smacking her across the bum, he continued on down the street once more, the Fairmont Hotel quickly coming into view.

The Imperial Ballroom was small in comparison to the Auditorium where the band had performed, but large enough that one couldn’t possibly take in all of the outrageous sights at once. The entire room had been transformed from an elegant event room into a jungle. Green vines covered the walls, the lights were dimmed, and a mist permeated the room compliments of very large smoke machines decorated to look like giant boulders. At the center of the room was a series of large cages with scantily clad dancers, male and female, hanging from the ceiling just above the heads of party-goers. Some of the taller folks could reach up and stroke the leg of a dancer which seemed a welcomed action as one of the caged men had crouched down to suck on the fingers of an effeminate looking man as someone snapped a picture. Poles had been erected around the jungle-like ballroom, with strippers close enough to be petted. Topless waitresses roamed the room, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres. A dwarf passed in front of Rodolphus, balancing a platter of cocaine on his head with little straws in the breast pocket of his coat. He didn’t seem to be the only little person serving drugs around the room though none of the others had yet passed within range for Roddy to see what was on offer. As the dwarf turned and offered them a line, Rodolphus leaned over and in a whisper reminded Dorcas that she had no jurisdiction here and that no one back home would ever know if she wanted to snort a little coke from atop a midget’s head.

It wasn’t all sex and drugs, though admittedly that was the majority of what the party had to offer. Whomever organized the event had clearly gone out of their way to hire as many intriguing acts as possible. In addition to the bearded fat lady smoking a cigarette with her cunt, there was a stage at the far end of the room where a drag queen was performing to a boisterous crowd who were cheering in front of her. One corner of the room lit up orange as a huge flame erupted from a fire breather’s mouth, and beside him a snake charmer was coaxing a king cobra from a basket.

Everything was glorious in it’s excess and it was exactly what Rodolphus had hoped it would be. Dorcas was an Auror, yes, sworn to uphold the law, but she was often up for a good time and he did so love attempting to corrupt her. First a pile of coke and a transvestite prostitute, then eventually a little murder and mayhem. How he would love to see Dorcas drain the life out of one of these muggles, it didn’t much matter how. She could strangle them – she was fond of choking as a recipient, so perhaps she’d like to be the deliverer, or she could use her magic. She was a brilliant fighter, the pair often dueled as a form of exercise and foreplay. In fact, it was their first real dueling session in which Dorcas had conjured a hot-iron and branded Rodolphus like a steer. The word ‘Par’ was forever etched into his rib cage, and she had paid dearly for such a bold move. A broken hip and a trip to St Mungo’s were required after Roddy was through with her, but Dorcas had enjoyed herself, as was the point. She would even get a sort of longing look in her eye as her fingers traced the slightly raised marks on his bare skin that persisted almost a decade later, and it was not uncommon for Rodolphus to threaten to break the other hip if she ever tried something like that again with him.

A few low groans of passionate relief and still some hooting and hollering from the peeping Toms on the other side of the flimsy stall doors signaled Rodolphus’ release. Normally Roddy wouldn’t have been so public with his mistress but they were in America and with very little risk to his personal or professional reputation, there wasn’t much need to be discrete, not when most everyone here was half baked, piss drunk, or a lovely mixture of both. The fingers of his right hand were entwined with Dorcas’ up against the metal wall, partially covering a dirty limerick and a drawing of a dick in permanent marker, his left hand giving one last taste of pleasure before he pulled himself away from her. He would be running down her inner thigh soon but Dorcas pulled her knickers and jeans up. As she turned, tits still out, Rodolphus lowered himself to suck on her breasts and give her pale skin a gentle bite before he too pulled up his trousers and made himself presentable. He watched happily as she jiggled herself back into her bra and pulled down her top. “You’ve got absolutely perfect tits, love,” he complimented, a much more specific sort of compliment than he used to give her after they were done shagging. When they were younger and Dorcas tried to convince herself that she didn’t enjoy what they got up to in private, he would always leave her with what he considered a kind remark about how good she was and an unwelcomed kiss on the cheek, often times stealing her knickers and pocketing them to keep as a sort of trophy. From time to time he still made off with Dorcas’ panties but after twelve years of screwing around it just didn’t happen as often. Now she didn’t turn to avoid his lips on hers and she had dropped the act that she was repulsed by his character. He had a sodding key to her place, she clearly wanted his dick as much as he wanted her.

Running his hand through his hair and brushing it out of his face, Roddy checked to make sure she was finished dressing before he unlatched the stall door and stepped out into the snickering crowd of men, all waiting to see what pretty young thing had been rushed into the toilet for a quick go. Just as urgently as he pushed past the crowd to get Dorcas into the loo, he again pushed past them to get out, shoving one guy hard into the wall who had the audacity to raise his hand up for a high five as if he and Rodolphus were buddies and this was a locker room in which they would share tales of their conquests. Dorcas was not a conquest. Not anymore. He wasn’t sure what to classify it as but she was something more than that after all this time. He preferred the term ‘mistress’ and she preferred to slap him whenever he said it.

The crowd inside the auditorium had died down as Rodolphus led Dorcas out into the cool night’s air. “After party?” he asked with a wicked grin and a wiggle of his thick eyebrows. They could sight-see around New Orleans tomorrow, if they managed to leave the hotel room long enough to see anything, but Rodolphus had acquired said hotel room specifically because the band was staying there and were known for having riotous parties after their shows. They could party with Freddie and the gang, and retire to their own room whenever they wanted, granting they didn’t pass out right there on the spot.