Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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[seaweed_writes]

This was about the last place that anyone would think to find someone like Sherlock Holmes, the famous "Consulting Detective." This was not the kind of place that he would want to be found, but then again, if anyone tried to bribe him, it was his job to find dirt on people, and he was very good at his job, so no one had bothered to try to blackmail him about his...lifestyle choices.

That made it easier for him. These types of places were quite discreet, you had to know how to get in, and the clientele was strictly 'don't ask don't tell' about your fellow club members.

So Sherlock had no compunctions about coming in here as he was. no disguise or anything.

It was another boring Friday night. He hadn't been to the club in quite a while. He had been out of the country for almost 2 years, so he was expecting some new faces to be hanging around.

It didn't take him long to find one.. Short, less than 170cm. Stocky, a nice solid build. Sandy brown hair with tinges of gray.. so he was older.. that was unusual. He liked older men, they usually knew what they were doing.

There was an underlying strength about this man, even though whomever he was knew that he would be the bottom, the servicer. He hoped he wasn't one of those 'power bottoms', those 'dom from bottom' types. He hated those. But he didn't look like it.

He caught the man's eye, raising his glass and tipping his head towards him in a silent greeting from across the room.