Let Them Talk

Wilson/OC (Includes established Huddy)

Rating: NC-17 (Do I write anything else?)

Summary: After House talks him into joining him and Cuddy at a local S&M club for the first time, Wilson has no idea that House has that night's entertainment already setup for him. It's not exactly what he expected, physically or emotionally.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, David Shore and FOX own everything and I can never even hope to be as epic as the show. Also this generates me no profit.

Spoilers: None

Warning: Lots of adult situations, BDSM, D/s relationships, language, kink, not for the feint of heart.

A/N: Okay I really love Wilson and feel he needs to be shown some love. A bit OOC for Cuddy and House but this is honestly how I picture Wilson would be according to canon. I worked as a dominatrix for a bit, it makes it easy to read how people would be in the situation I am about to put Wilson in. In any case the character of Leila is not a Mary-Sue, if that were the case she would be using my domme name and not Leila. Anyway...enjoy!

PS: I have actually never heard the Hugh song LET THEM TALK so this is totally not a song fic.

Wilson looked around the large club, he was confused. House had assured him that he and Cuddy frequented the place a lot. Given the atmosphere and the set up, Wilson did not think House was lying when he said that he came there a lot, but Cuddy? Really? He looked over to her only to find she was already talking to another woman, who was topless. At that point he didn't know if he wanted to stay and see if she possibly made out with the woman or walk out and erase this situation from his brain. He had no idea how House had talked Cuddy into coming here even one time, but it had apparently happened. Maybe she had lost a bet with him or something and ultimately ended up enjoying herself. He didn't really care and was slowly beginning to realize that House probably had more of a motive to bring him now than being a designated driver.

"That woman is topless." Wilson said to House softly. House leaned in like he was going to whisper back to Wilson.

"Yeah...I think she knows she's topless." He spoke in a loud obnoxious voice. It didn't help that the place was not at all like a typical night club. It was well lit, there was no background music, and with growing horror Wilson realized that there wasn't even alcohol being served.

"But Lisa..."

"Isn't blind to that either." House said, rolling his eyes. Wilson really wanted to punch the man but knew it wasn't in his nature. He sighed, really wishing he would have said no to this. As they headed further into the club they were met with a large lounge, off to the right was a big black door with a sign that told him it would lead into the dungeon. On the left was a set of stairs leading up to what he could only assume were private play rooms. Wilson went and sat down, he felt terribly awkward and wished that there actually was alcohol being served, as he could afford to loosen up. That's when House approached him with a clipboard and a pen. "Sign this." He said, shoving it towards him.

"Why? What is it?" Wilson asked nervously, but took the pen anyway and started to read the form in it's entirety. He knew better than to sign a contract that House had just handed him at random, especially if it was a consent form. Cuddy was still busy chatting up the topless woman and didn't seem to notice what House was doing, so Wilson quickly realized he would be getting no help when House placed his hand over the form obscuring it.

"Consent form. Come on Wilson I paid really good money for tonight." House said, liked he was annoyed.

"Look if you got me a hooker I am not that desperate, especially not if she serviced you in the past." Wilson said and started to stand up. He was not going to sign away his consent because of House's good word.

"She's not a hooker, she's a...think of her as a motivational speaker. Also, she's just a friend, I never poked her." House said, "Sign the damn form Wilson." He knew that he had very little way out of this at that point and his curiosity was over taking him far too much. Reluctantly he did sign the form and House smiled at him.

"Yeah well if she has a penis, I'm punching you." Wilson muttered under his breath and sat back down. House laughed wickedly as Cuddy came over to join him. "Lisa, does whoever House paid for me to see have a penis? Or did she have one at any point in time?"

"Not unless you count the strap on she likes to use, and I don't think you do." Cuddy laughed slightly and looked at House, "Come on, I want to get to the dungeon. I've been a naughty girl." She took House's hands and started to pull him towards the dungeon. He smiled happily and started to walk with her.

"Wait...how will I..."

"She's seen your picture. Also you look so damn awkward and out of place here, she'll know it's you right away." House said, and then him and Cuddy had vanished into the dungeon. Wilson knew at that point that he could just walk out of there. There was no consent form in the world that would make him a prisoner. He was guessing what House had him sign was something about him not suing if he got hurt. Not that he had any idea how he could get himself into a situation where he could get seriously injured at that point, though he had many ideas on how it could happen in a place like this.

He shifted around in the chair nervously, watching people come and go. Some went up to the private rooms, some went into the dungeon. No one talked to him, and the majority of the people he saw were naked in some way. When fifteen minutes had passed he lost his nerve enough to stand up and walk towards the door to the entrance in order to leave.

"Dr. Wilson?" A soft, sultry, female voice came from behind him. He turned swiftly. Approaching him was a raven haired, pale skinned beauty. She was tall and slim, except for her ample hips which he was sure formed a nice ass behind her which he couldn't see yet. She was dressed in a black dress that hugged her curves to the waist where it became a flowing skirt. Her hair was almost waist long, and her eyes were ice blue. They were piercing compared to her snow white skin. The dress was low cut enough to give him an eyeful of her cleavage. Her breasts weren't obscenely huge, but seemed to match her proportions very nicely. He could tell they were real. He couldn't see her feet because of the flowing skirt, but he heard clicks on the tile floor as she ran to catch up to him.

"Yeah?" He said, realizing how hard it was to find his voice in that moment. How in the hell did House know this woman would captivate him like she had already. He assumed she was the woman he was there to be "motivated" by, and yet he was very suspicious that there was some sort of catch to her body he wasn't seeing yet. Maybe she had a tail or a weird birthmark or something. Why would House just hire this woman to do whatever she was supposed to do, in a place that clearly offered sex, and have it not be a joke?

"Hi, I'm Leila." She smiled. If she was wearing any make up other than lipstick he couldn't tell, and if it was there it was absolutely flawless. She held out a perfectly manicured hand to shake his and gave off a presence that was strong and powerful yet still soft and feminine. He looked down at her hand for a moment, stupidly, and then realized she wanted to shake his. He grasped her hand gently only to feel her squeeze back with a firm, confident grip. "Master House arranged for you to have the night with me."

"The whole night? What are we going to do for...wait Master House? You are one of his subs or something...aren't you?" Wilson demanded right away, his suspicions rising immensely. She laughed a beautiful, charming laugh.

"No, that's his formal title here. He asked me to use Master instead of Doctor. It's alright, I don't want to trick you, House couldn't pay me enough to do that to anyone as I run my business on complete trust and word of mouth, but with as shifty as that man can be I understand your paranoia. I really do." Leila said, firmly looking him in the eye to show him that she spoke the truth about what she said. He didn't know why he believed her in that moment but he did, and her gentle but controlling voice was starting to sooth him.

"Sorry, I've been his friend for years and I-"

"I've known him for years too. I've heard stories, I don't know why you stay friends with him but clearly you are a very loyal man with a huge heart. Come on, we should go somewhere more private. I won't bite unless you ask, promise." She said and then strengthened the grip on his hand and turned swiftly. She took her first steps towards the stairs that would lead up to the private rooms, and though he didn't know what he was in for that night, Wilson found that he was more than happy to follow her lead.