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The smoke of the bar billowed around Reed's face and he inhaled it before taking a healthy swig of the gin that the bar girl refilled, and he turned to lounge against the bar and watch the splendor of it all. There was something riveting about the smoke and the gin and the jazz and the booze. And the women. But mostly the women. Reed had felt the new found freedom of being completely unrestrained by his vows (more legal than emotional in nature) to his wife, and now he was exercising that freedom he has his usual arrogant grin on his face and unaffected features turned up, his tie loosened slightly by a broad that had flirted with him an hour ago, and was still sending lusty eyes at him, which he ignored.

Why do the work when she'd come to him later anyway?

Reed instead took to submersing himself int he smoke, liquor, and music, looking at home as he lounged at the bar. He looked much like a statue, an offering that was perfectly normal, affixed to the bar as he was. Of course there were hushed whispers, but more out of curiosity than knowledge. Reed was a regular patron at the almost Burlesque style club, and underground as it was, his frequent visits had always been quiet. Which had always been good under the prospect of his horrendous wife, now ex-wife. But now he was free. Free to do whatever the hell he wanted, or whoever the hell he wanted.

Freedom. It felt nice. Not to mention the monetary freedom in his bank account, courtesy of another contract settled and millions being shuffled around again in the business world. Reed was on top of the world, and close to taking over his father's. And he was settled in a cozy smoky club, sipping his gin and seeking out a conquest for the night. What could ever be better?

[IRENE ADLER]

She walked over toward the bar, as she jumped and over the bar door and walked toward the whiskey bottle. Chivas 12 years old, very fine stuff. As she giggled, and turned around and started to serve a glass to a man she hardly knew and winked at him. Moving to the next client , while she placed the money in her pockets. She was feeling mighty happy after that last little encounter with Holmes, but her hormones were raging wild.

Stopping on a man with a glass of Gin, she pushed her blond locks away and started to relax her arms on the bar stool. " Hello gorgeous anything I can get you" she whispered ,and licked her bottom lip. Her eyes looking over toward her nails, she should be casual but at the same time a little bit of a tease.

Whoever he was, he was filled with money for what she noticed. " Time to receive her pay check " she noted mentally and bit her hand , while suddenly thinking that she should be at her best. Taking out some blush from her pocket, she placed some on her lips as she smooched and ruffled her hair.

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Reed's lazy concentration on the music was drawn away by a woman's sultry voice teasing his ears, directing his attention to her. He raised a brow and looked at the woman who offered him the service, and had he been a more careful soul, he would have noticed that she was perhaps a little too refined to be a waitress. However, he wasn't that astute, and he didn't care. She was gorgeous, long legs and curves poured into clothes almost a little too tight and a little to loose at the same time.

Perfection.

Reed took another long drag of his liquor and appraised her with dark, measuring eyes, his voice coming out as smooth as liquid when he spoke. "I have a list of things I'd like from you, beautiful," he drawled out, giving her a challenging look, his brow raised arrogantly. "We could start at the top and work our way down if you'd like."

Reed's lips twisted into a healthy smirk and he lounged carelessly still, as though he had all the time in the world, measuring her actions just the same. God those legs. He could have sworn he'd dreamt of legs like those before. And perhaps she'd make such bawdy dreams come true. Oh, of course she would. Reed knew only one thing in the game of love: it was rare he was ever told no.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene laughed at the man, his voice as ever gentle as a prince. But she could notice the slight hint of perversion over the words. The way he said that he had a list of things to do made her just raise her hand and caress his cheek. " Oh darling your going to have to invite me a drink.. and we can talk about that list." she said and turned around and started to walk towards the door. Her hips swaying to and fro as she clicked her tongue and started to open the door and saluted at the bar man and walked over towards prince charming.

Her body sitting down as she crossed her legs making her short skirt reveal more skin. A chuckle escaping as she turned around at the waiter and asked for a Chivas 12 whiskey. The man nodding as she turned around and started to place her hands on the mans chest gently. She was trying to feel were his wallet could be , but maybe it was behind his back near his bottom. If she was going to touch him that low , she had to get the man stinking drunk . Not like he was not Alfred stinking drunk , but anyways she had to try.

" So getting back to removing everything that we have, were would this be my place or yours." she chuckled and batted her eye lashes a little.

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The woman was a saucy thing, and Reed relished in her soft hands on his face, even though it was in an almost condescending manner to him. He chuckled and watched her with his greedy green eyes, and he nodded the barman away for a moment. As much as he loved his liquid courage, when it came to dealing with women, he enjoyed being nearly sober. He liked relishing in the curves and valleys of a woman, if augmenting it only a little by the occasional glass of gin.

When she sauntered back to him, her hands touching his chest and her voice low and sultry over the tone of the music, Reed caught her wrist and brought her hand up to kiss lavishly, a teasing maneuver of faux chivalry. "A fast woman," he chided teasingly in his low voice. "I like it."

Reed motioned to the barman without turning, motioning for him to get the lady whatever she wanted. It was a dime in comparison to what Reed had to spend on his lavish lifestyle. "I would rather take advantage of those long legs of yours in my own apartment. After all, my penthouse has the second best view in the city." Reed leaned over and pressed a kiss right beside her ear, at the soft skin that held a conjuncture of nerves.

"So what'll it be, lady?" he crooned out smoothly as he slipped a hand to cup around her bottom and pull her closer in a smooth and precise maneuver. If anything, it was obvious that he was slick and glib as could be. And that was the way he liked it.

[IRENE ADLER]

She chuckled and she turned her fingers around and started to work her way across his pockets , grabbing his keys as she curled them around hiding them in her hands. His hands working around her waist as he spoke words that she loved to her in a man. Though , she had to admit the man was fast and quick with his tongue. Sliding back the keys into his jacket pocket she would later steal them from him when it was necessary she was having to much fun.

But she was at the crossroads, steal his money and make him bed her for it. Or bed him and then steal his money. Bed him and steal his money was a fantastic idea. Pulling on his jacket, she licked his ear and sighed mewing in pleasure. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one. But he would have to obey her rules.

In the end she was after all a woman, who enjoyed the simple touches of men. The way they fell around her, and the way that she was touched by them. It was a simple partnership, no strings attached. After all she could always steal them blindingly. This was what she loved about her job, the play within the play.

" I am captivated , but yet I don't even know your name. But your place to get to know you seems rather fine." she teased.

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The woman's hands all over him were pleasing, and her rifling went thoroughly unnoticed by him, as he was a little fuzzed about the edges, enough to dull his usually sharp senses. Reed couldn't help the light chuckle that graced his tone as she tugged at him and teased his ear, the mew of pleasure purely feminine and sexual and oh so welcome.

Reed took the last swig of his drink before he slid out of his chair, his movements resembling that of a large cat or a bear, slow and fluid and deliberate. His arm slipped around the woman and he pulled her into him, a brow raised high.

"Names are rather inconsequential," he admitted, the tone of his voice low and smooth still, with a raspy tone to it now. "In fact, you're better off not knowing mine at all." Better that way. But a full warning for her, that he would never call back. He'd never seek her out.

No strings attached.

[IRENE ADLER]

She leaned into his lips , and bit him gently and heard him say that names are inconsequential. A chuckle escaping her, as she brushed her hair out of her face and licked her lips. " Well shall we.. " she asked, not returning back to the last thing that he had said. She was not like other girls who just continued to ask questions. Questions that were not necessary. After he had finished his words, telling her that it was better that she did not knew his name as well she chuckled.
It was alright, she would soon move her chess pieces to thrash at him.

Then with one quick scoop. she would kiss his brow, and set him to sleep. She was after all a criminal , and this man would soon find out of it. After of course they blew their brains out. What was this again, number three. But then again, her heart was feeling a twinge of guilt. She had promised herself after all , that the man who she would give her soul for was Holmes, and Holmes alone.

Had she forgotten that detail , but it was just one detail . Then why did it mean so much.

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Reed caught the sensual nip of the woman's teeth on his lips and he was immediately infatuated, if only for the moment. Reed was never too caught up in a woman for more than a few hours, but these few hours belonged to this mystery broad nipping at his lips and feeling him up friskily. He stood lazily and paid for the drinks, leaving the barman (who regularly tended to Reed's spirit needs) a handsome tip before standing smoothly and pressing a large hand to the small of the woman's back.

He led her towards the entrance, his car waiting for them as expected for the type of man Reed was. A man made of money and careless, frivolous pleasure. His hands were soft, literally speaking, though he had hardened over the years of ripping the dreams and joys of others out from under them through legal loopholes. Well, it was business after all. Reed knew he was hated by many in not only his own denomination of the profession (for competition) but also the other denominations like criminal, civil, and commonwealth law. They often equated Reed to a ruthless warlord, selfish and greedy in his actions. Well, he had to pay for his Armani wardrobe and hundreds-of-dollars bottle of wines somehow.

Reed opened the door for the darkly sensual woman and helped her into the black Mercedes, which was outfitted to suit his personal needs. It had a spacious back seat and refreshments if needed, but Reed trifled with none of that at the moment. The driver took off to the upper end of town, the high class housing and multimillion dollars apartments that Reed resided in.

Reed himself was quiet during the ride, and soon they were arriving at the complex that Reed lived in, and he again helped her out of the car, sweeping her into the lavish apartment building. The lobby of the place looked very prestigious and pompous, and it was one of those complexes with a door man and security as well, though Reed only had to nod to the man and he was passed through, as he was well known by all the employees at the complex. Reed led the woman onto the elevator, which took them to the top floor, the penthouse apartment of the complex and the most lavish of the places in the building. Reed let them in and turned on one of the lights in the foyer.

"Welcome, my dear," Reed offered in his low voice before he shed his jacket and laid it onthe couch and then wandered to the bar he had in the living room. Th apartment was open and modern, and everything looked sophisticated, with a masculine appearance as well. The leather sectional and large TV, complemented by the full bar in the living room and then the open, black and steel kitchen gave a decidedly masculine aura to the place. He raised a brow to her as he smiled. "Drink?"

[IRENE ADLER]

She walked with him in the entrance, and saw him close the door. Her head shifting to look in the mirror as he passed her and headed towards somewhere, the lights turning on as she felt her eyes go wide at the immense place. The gold and jewels all around her as she studied the furniture. Her smile creeping up on her face. Her eyes blinking almost non stop.

She relaxed as she started to walk towards the door that was adjacent to the entrance and started to undo her front buttons of her shirt but stopped. Perhaps the full nude maneuver was not recommendable yet.

Turning around , she walked over towards him and blushed slightly. “A night tall cup of wine darling, and maybe some scissor naughty boy.” she told him as she removed her coat, throwing it away towards a chair that was in the entrance and slid her fingers around his chest.

Everything was moving so fast, so quick she did not know if she should stop and wait. Or if she should continue and play with him. She was already getting that rush from the wanting, waiting was just to much for a woman of her kind it made her feel desperate almost like a child who was not receiving her ice cream cone.

But then a brilliant idea came into her head, what if she continued the charade and took more than what she was already planning. What if she could actually indeed con him, it could be possible. Yet she had not objections to it, she was actually wanting to. But how to plan it out, now that was the real question. “What If I am a to good a thing that you want more” She asked him putting her face closer to his and nibbling his bottom lip and moving down with a few kisses to his neck.

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Reed complied with her request for the wine, but no sooner than he did so, he felt her hands on him again, and her lips were close to his. He heard her question and he gave no response, none other than his lips taking hers in a thorough, hard kiss. He wasn't about to qualify a second meeting with the sexy broad, not unless she was damn near goddess like in bed, and that happened less frequently than one would think. Reed found the buttons that she had obviously started to undo and he began slipping them through the holes on her shirt, his hands sliding unteh the loosened fabric to her waist, taking her and pushing her back into a nearby wall.

Reed passionately kissed her and along her throat, nipping and suckling on the skin as he went, tasting her. She was a heady mixture of sensuality and femininity and pure sexual desire: the perfect combination for Reed. He couldn't help himself and soon he was prodding and squeezing and coaxing her curves, his hands taking on a mind of their own as he kissed her.

Reed tugged his teeth on her bottom lip as he pulled back, and he chuckled as he spoke against her lips heatedly. "No strings sweetheart." Reed captured her lips again before she could protest him and he squeezed her chest hard yet another time. Of course if she really wanted to protest him, he'd allow it. But for that moment, he was lost in the woman, an act he was used to. Each woman was different, but the act was just the same. Immersing himself in women that worshipped his for the god he though he was.

[IRENE ADLER]

She felt him slide his hand around the buttons that she had been removing while she walked, her chest now exposed as she felt herself being pushed to the wall. Laughter emitted out of her lips , her head cocking as she laced her fingers around his scalp. Her lips continue to be kissed as she sighed and moaned . Her shirt left on the ground as she scratched lightly his cheek and felt him kiss her with passion, her tongue kissing him as she pressed herself close to his hips.

A smile crossing her lips as she continued to be kissed, while her hands tangled around his chest and removed the jacket , or was it a vest that she guessed was on him. His gold watch slipping out of its pocket as she tugged it behind her clothes, which she kicked to the corner to hide the watch. Her hands moving him him towards the living room as she wanted to get him in a daze.

She wanted to get him also drugged , never in her whole life had she ever seen such a abusive prick. She was going to leave the adler mark on him, weather he liked it or not. Hearing him say no strings attached, she shrugged and sighed “Alrighty , no strings attached love I have always liked that." she told him lying in the process. “ Do you have some champagne” she asked and nibbled his ear as she moved to his lips and then with her hands ripped his shirt apart.

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Reed was hardly of a mind to pay attention to her request on the champagne now, not now that the dark woman was pawing at him and ripping at his clothes. He felt his jacket and his shirt being tugged and pushed away, and Reed found himself picking her up and carrying her up the steps, to the familiar pathway to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed after them and set her down on her feet, impatiently tugging at her tight jeans and feeling up her body endlessly.

She was all curves, a beautiful set of them that a man could appreciate, even if only in the selfish manner that Reed was accustomed to doing. He kissed her hard again and again and found himself leading them both towards the bed.

Reed caught her ear between his teeth as he kissed her skin, adept in the points that instilled the pleasures of the female body more. Because lets face it: if the woman felt more pleasure, the man would feel more pleasure as well, or at least Reed had come to find. And a deep down part of him liked to feel needed, but that was in consequential.

"You are...the sexiest woman....I've ever known..." he crooned into her ear as he worked at the rest of her clothing, tugging it away as though unwrapping her like a present.

[IRENE ADLER]

She felt his whispers and his caresses, her clothes being torn away from her body as she found herself suddenly liking this man , she found him to be a real charmer. A man handler the kind of man she liked to be fetched over and over again. But now it was time to put the moves in place. She was just going to have to make him feel like a wanted man, a thing she noticed that he could not have . Sliding her fingers towards her purse she took out the small blue bottled perfume and placed it near were his head was. A little splash of this would put the man to sleep after a long days work of working on her.

Smiling she tugged him down to the sheets and chuckled as she kissed his chest which was now exposed and grabbed his hands placing them on top of his head. “I find you to hard to resist. To bad you don’t want this again” she teased and tugged at his lower lip and chuckled. His hands continuing to reveal more skin as she was already positioned for him. But the effects of the drug would not last long, she had a few seconds before he awoke from his slumber she could just grab his wallet and hit and run. But then again so she could steal his watch.

Fade to black.