Hey all, hope you are well! Sorry for the long wait, but work is just taking all my time as of late.

WARNING: This won't be easy to read in some parts...but Charles will be getting his soon enough :)

This is not beta'd so sorry if there are any mistakes!

Jim's hand fisted tightly under the table. He swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that had risen. Henry stared at him with hard eyes, warning him to keep his emotions in check as both men watched Charles approach their table.

"Ah gentlemen," Charles began. "So nice of you to accept my invitation and come to my club this evening. But where is Sherlock?" he asked.

"Sherlock will be here directly," Henry assured him. He looked around the club slowly, taking in the faces of the prominent men he recognized and some that he did not. He made mental notes as his expression held no sign of the disgust he felt within.

"How do you like my whores?" Charles asked, leering at a two young women in particular, both of whom were on their knees performing oral sex on two men old enough to be their fathers.

Henry didn't miss a beat. He smiled a terrible smile and nodded. "Very nice Charles, nice ass, nice tits, and lovely mouths put to good use."

Charles nodded before downing his drink in one gulp. "Yes," he said sitting his glass down. "I have always thought a bitch should never have her mouth open unless she had a rock hard cock within it," he turned to Jim. "Wouldn't you agree, James?"

Henry's face flashed concern before Jim smiled. "Oh yes Charles, scum should always be brought to their knees."

Charles laughed delighted, not understanding Jim's reference. Jim lifted his drink and drank. "And I always make sure that scum are brought to their knees," he finished staring hard at a misunderstanding Charles.

Charles began to speak when he noticed more guests arriving. He stood quickly. "Ah…if you will excuse me gentleman, I must greet my other guests," he said moving away.

"Of course," Henry called after him before turning to look at Jim. "You took a chance, Jim."

"How do you mean, Henry?" Jim asked unconcerned.

"What if he had realized the scum you were talking about was in fact him?"

Jim laughed. "His arrogance would have prevented that," he said before finishing his drink. "Relax, Henry, I wouldn't give up the game. Nothing will stop us from taking this bastard down."

"Just keep in mind what a fiend Charles is alright?" Henry pressed. "Keep your anger in check, Jim."

Jim nodded as he glanced around the room looking for Sherlock when his eyes widened in shock. His glass made a resounding clunk as he slammed in onto the table shattering it. Had it not been for the noise in the club, he would have caught the attention of almost everyone there.

"What in the devil is the matter with you?" Henry snapped gingerly wiping tiny shards of glass from his jacket.

"What in the bloody hell is she doing here," Jim hissed underneath his breath.

"Is who doing here?" Henry repeated following Jim's eyes until he caught a glimpse of who Jim was referring too. "What is the bloody hell?"

Jim stood, but Henry grabbed his wrist. "Jim, calm down. You cannot react to this…you can't give Sir Charles any reason to doubt us."

Jim's eyes narrowed before a smile formed over his lips. "Fine, I'll give Sir Charles something else to ponder," he said as he snatched his wrist away. "Even the wealthy always want more than what they have."

"What?" Henry cried after him confused.

Jim strode across the room, pushing his way through the sea of men. When he reached Irene, before she could prepare herself, he grabbed her arm roughly and jerked her against him. He dragged her just as roughly towards Sir Charles.

"How much?" Jim asked Charles.

Charles blinked. "Beg pardon?"

"How much for this whore?" Jim repeated.

Charles smiled. "Yes this is one of my new sluts, fresh to the business. She's expensive. Five hundred pounds for the night."

"No, you misunderstand me," Jim said. "I want to buy her to own."

Charles' eyes widened in surprise. "Now that is a request that I have never gotten before. Actually selling a slut to own…intriguing…I like it, but I'm afraid I can't do that Jim. What's to stop my other patrons from requesting the same? Then I'd have to go to the trouble of finding fresh girls and contrary to what many think, these whores don't simply fall from the sky. I have to go to the trouble of catching them."

Jim's smile widened, though it did not touch his eyes. "I hope that you are not under the misconception that I had to have Holmes money to bail me out of financial ruin, as my grandfather did? I made my own money Sir Charles and a lot of it. I will give you one hundred thousand pounds for this woman."

Charles eyes sparkled under the light. "I'm sure that I can make an exception for you, Jim. Especially after such an offer of generosity. You want a house pet, eh?"

"Something like that," Jim said in a dangerously low voice.

Charles nodded. "Very well, we can come to some sort of arrangement. I assume that you are buying this trash because you don't want her pussy soiled by other cocks?"

Jim nodded, but said nothing, not trusting what he would do to Charles if he did speak.

"But that still leaves me with a bit of a problem Jim," Charles said. "I can sell the slut to you and guarantee that she accepts no other cocks into her wanting pussy…you know this cunt likes cock right Jim?" Charles asked, grabbing Irene roughly by her hair. "But she's already a favorite of my patrons. I'll sell her to you to fuck and punish, but she has to stay and dance…at least three nights out of the week."

Jim bit his tongue to keep his mounting anger in check. He knew he had to remain calm so as not to destroy what they had worked so hard to accomplish in bringing Charles down. If he refused to let Irene dance, that would give Charles pause. The muscle in Jim's jaw twitched, but it was as good a deal as he was going to get.

"I accept your terms," Jim said with forced politeness. "Now, do you have a room where I can take this bitch for a ride?"

"Upstairs of course," Charles smiled. "All rooms come equipped with paddles and belts as well as hand cuffs and rope. There is also lubrication for you to use of course should you decide to destroy this cunt's ass…we always think about the comfort of our patrons."

"Excellent," Jim said. "You may expect a cheque from my estate tomorrow morning." Charles nodded and watched as Jim dragged Irene away and up the stairs.

Henry jumped when Sherlock sat down beside him. "Where in the devil have you been?" Henry asked flustered. "Jim just stormed off with Irene Adler after having a conversation with Charles about her…"

Sherlock looked through the crowd at Charles. "He looks rather cheerful," Sherlock said. "I don't imagine that Jim gave us away."

"Still, it's the principle of it," Henry sniffed. "And where in blazes have you been?"

"At home with my wife, explaining to her why she cannot help us with this particular situation," Sherlock said. "Now calm yourself, Sir Charles is coming."

"Good evening, Sherlock" Charles said joining them at the table. "I was beginning to wonder if perhaps you had changed your mind…maybe my club would be a bit much for you."

Sherlock smiled. "I do apologize Sir Charles, but my wife was distressingly willful this evening…I was delayed due to having to take the time to punish her."

Charles scooted closer to the table, his face alight with glee. "Indeed? And what needed to be done to put her in her place?"

"I always like a hair brush on the bare ass," Henry said before Sherlock could answer, trying to give him more time if Sherlock needed to create a story for Charles benefit.

Charles nodded. "Yes, a hair brush can be a brutal punishment. I like to follow that up with a good old fashioned ass fucking."

"She will be sleeping on her stomach for the next several days," Sherlock said as he lit his cigarette. "I like a good solid oak paddle…when I was finished with her I left her bent over and tied to my desk. I told Leonard to finish however he felt she most deserved. When I left she was sobbing and begging for mercy as he used his favorite, an old leather strap, on her already severely punished ass. It was quite a lovely thing to see."

Charles laughed robustly. "I'm sure it was indeed, Sherlock."

Jim shoved Irene roughly into the empty bedroom and slammed the door. He turned the lock until it clicked and turned to face her. "Just what in the devil do you think you are doing?" he hissed at her.

"I'm trying to help you all, you bloody idiot," she snapped. "If you don't blow my bloody cover."

I promise Charles will be getting his...thanks for reading!