[Bondage] crossover stories- here's one of my (incomplete) effort

[terriuk]

For fans of Lady Heather on CSI / Irene Adler on Sherlock.. Already up on FF (@ smutfics ).

rFemdomnes until Dawn – chapter 1.

(Not into S&M / bondage myself, though both these characters' power plays are intriguing..
Here's just an imagined meeting, of two strong yet vulnerable women..)

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A large town house, in a rich part of London..

Irene Adler paused her exercise bike routine, mopped her brow, and gazed out of a window in her second floor bedroom, overlooking Belgravia.

Sweat was dripping down her naked body, into some recent wounds. They were healing, but still felt raw.
She really needed a break from all the recent drama, after being rescued by Sherlock.
Faking her death, once again, was not good for one's health - Or bank balance, with all the hush bribes
to Molly, LeStrade, and seemingly half of the city's Police!

“Hmm ammm eguff” Kate mumbled from under her gag, lying spreadeagled on 'The Woman's bed, nearby.

“What was that, my love?” Irene asked, as she bent over and loosened her maid's restraints.

“I said, how about Vegas? It would be a great place to recover, lose yourself, and maybe find some
new rich clients..?”

“Ooh, yes- An excellent idea. I could also do with getting a tan, after all that time in a dungeon..”

“But, I thought you liked dungeons?”

“Of course- but not the kind, where my head was pending removal. Come on, let's go
and book!

“What shall I pack?”

“What else? My battle dress, and purse..”

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In Las Vegas. Lady Heather's fake colonial mansion, on a discreet side street between main airport and the 'strip'.
Gil Grissom's wake was winding down. All his former CSI chums had gone, leaving Lady H, as his grieving widow,
to clean up. Some mourners had offered to help, but she couldn't face any more people, today..

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Chapter 2-

Irene enjoyed the occasional security pat down at airports, and even allowed it during role plays,
with some very select clients, in her 'day job'. She had only been fully strip searched once, though-
by a cute female officer, when flying back from the Caribbean. She was the spitting image of Kate,
back when she was in her care free student days..

Full searches were a common occurrence now, it seems, to try and combat smuggling from known
drug hotspots.

That woman was totally wasted in her role though, Irene pondered- Such a gentle, yet very thorough, process. Notes were made, numbers exchanged. Who actually enjoyed it more, it was hard to tell.

Today however, she was unimpressed by the rather hamfisted efforts, by a clearly bored oik, at Heathrow airport. Their recruiting standards were clearly slipping!

“You'd think these folks would be rather good at it by now, eh Kate?” - Her mistress said nothing, being under strict (pre-arranged) orders, not to speak in public. Unless it was an emergency.

First class flights to Miami for a weekend stopover, then onto Las Vegas, were definitely not an emergency!

Finally through security, customs etc, they reached the British Airways first class lounge, and browsed the Duty Free.

A/N- this a quaint arrangement, where they can sell you goods at a cheaper price, than if travelling within the EU (maybe other large market areas did the same? Surely only residents going between member states should get that saving?)

Hey, ho. Not that it really mattered. The only thing better than treating yourself to the latest Dior handbag,
or a industrial sized bottle of Chanel No.5, was having a very creative accountant, who could find a way to
include the receipts as a 'business expense'..


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That's all, on this story- welcome your thoughts via FF on any of the tales so far!