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Sherlock thought he was only going for a case. He didn’t expect the rentboy to blow his mind.
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Sherlock looked over the house of ill repute as he approached it. One of the more popular in London, it had a reputation for catering to more exotic or specific tastes. It was also a favorite haunt of the man Sherlock had been tracking for several weeks. He’d made a reservation earlier and the plan was to partake of a bit of entertainment to keep his cover and then track the man afterward.
It never occurred to Sherlock that having no experience with this type of entertainment might cause a problem.
Walking into the house he found himself in a foyer with a desk and a single woman behind it. She looked up at him. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, Holmes.” He hadn’t bothered with a fake name, his target had no idea he was being tracked and his name was odd enough that half the time people assumed it was fake anyway.
She turned and opened up and old fashioned card file. From what he understood they had a computer system, but the cards were the primary records and destroyed after each visit in order to protect their clientele. She nodded and pulled out the card, taking the key that was attached to it and offering it to him. “Second floor, room 21B. Left side of the corridor.”
Nodding, Sherlock took the key without thanking her and mounted the staircase just off the foyer. There was almost no other sign of human activity. If he was a different sort of man it would all seem just a little bit creepy. But this house took their clients and secrecy very seriously. He’d only found out his client was coming here with regularity because he’d tracked the man’s movements for a bit more than a month. There was no sound as he went down the corridor and he could only imagine that the rooms incorporated some sort of soundproofing.
Licking his lips, Sherlock fit the key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the bed made up with military precision. The rest of the room seemed fairly barren and surprisingly empty. There was another door that he could only assume was some sort of bathroom and he started to reach for the handle.
“Sit on the bed, I’ll be out in a moment,” came a voice from behind it.