Ownership. The Watershed.

James rushed as Lacey wandered his home. She picked things up with disinterest before placing them back down.

"What should I wear Lacey? Where are we going?"

She turned with one of her beautiful smiles and answered him. "I'm taking you to a little club I frequent. It's a bit of a naughty club. Nothing too bad though. Dress smartly. Wear a shirt."

He continued to rush. And eventually appeared before her wearing black trousers and a white shirt that fitted close to his strong abs. "Will this do ok Lacey?"

"Yes pet. That'll do just fine."

She turned to leave and he took the time to examine her. She wore a trench coat that cinched in at the waist, falling down to just above her knees. She wore stockings that had a line running from the back of her ankle right up to where it disappeared beneath her coat. Her black stilettos showed the red underneath as she took each step and he was so turned on that he used all of his mental patience to try and calm down.

"Where are we going exactly Lacey?" He asked as he locked the door behind him. "Do I need the car?"

"I ordered a taxi. It's outside." She said with a wink. He guessed she must have been pretty sure he'd go with her since she already ordered a car. But he knew he'd never say no anyway.

Sitting in the taxi was torture for James. He desperately wanted to place his hand on her thigh, just where her dress had slid up exposing her stockings. He needed to get his mind of off her sitting beside him, within touching distance.

"So, about the folder Lacey..."

"Not now James. We're almost there. I want you to meet my friends, ok?"

"Sure, but I just need-"

And with that, Lacey closed the distance between them and with a whisper like tenderness, brushed her lips against his. It was soft, it was sweet, it was terrifying. James immediately became hard and he needed more. She'd shown him what she could do already. This was a kiss for lovers, people in love. And he needed everything she could give him. He pushed forward for more and was met with her hand pressing against his chest.

"That's enough James. We're here."

James panted. His breath coming fast and strong, from such a swift, gentle kiss. He let his gaze wander to where the taxi had parked outside. A house? He thought they were going to a club. Her club.

"Mm lacey?" He turned to ask what was going on to see her already stepping from the taxi. Her coat pulling up to show the flesh of her thighs before dropping and covering herself again.

"Come along James." She calls, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He rushes to catch her up, skipping around the taxi to the other side of the road.

He stared up at the small house as the cabbie sped away, payment not needed. The house wasn't exactly in disrepair but in serious need of a lick of paint. The wood around the windowsills had crumbled with age and the yellow door looks like it was once white. The 6 on the number 176 missing, leaving the surface beneath where it once was lighter than the rest.

Lacey pushed the door open without knocking and entered,  beckoning James to follow. The foyer area was small. As big as his own bathroom. A women came rushing down the stairs, her messy brown hair shoved into a bun atop her head. Her tracksuit bottoms low on his waist. Her bright pink cropped top showing off her tight abs and a shining belly ring. Her feet bare.

"Alright Lace?" She asked with a wink. "Got my money for this month?"

Lacey replies with only a smile and gently hands over a thick envelope. James is sure he is witnessing a drug deal go down, and stands quietly with his hands in his pockets. The girl grins after checking the white package and leads the way into her small kitchen.

The kitchen is clean and tidy, but some kind of rope holds the oven door shut and the left window is boarded. A gentle thud of music can be heard in the distance and the girl slips her flip flops on and turns to leave. "Elsie's already here."  She mutters.

As she closes the door, another opens. In the corner of the room, a closet door is opened and a giggling woman falls from the door, pulling a long a man in a business suit by his tie. They kiss deeply, not ashamed by their show. And then continue on their way. No sign given to show they've seen James or lacey.

With a grip on James's hand Lacey pulls him towards the closet. He hesitates at the door,unsure of why they're entering. They're not 11, for Christ's sake. He didn't plan on 7 minutes in heaven.

"Don't worry James." Lacey murmurs with a soft smile. She pushes the second door open and pulls him into the pound of erotic music. The beat loud and heavy, the smell of sweat and something sweet drifts to his nostrils, luring him further down the dark steps.

When they reach the bottom,James is amazed at what lies before him. Beneath the small house. A huge Hall and bar is full of writhing bodies. Some people sit at small tables and boothes talking amongst themselves. It only takes him seconds to see the scattered women that hold leashes with human pets being pulled along.

And it only takes a moment for him to spot the women on the small stages dancing with little to no clothing on. He was in heaven. This must be heaven.

Lacey smirks at him before slipping her coat of to reveal her deep red, still sophisticated short dress. Her cleavage now on show. She giggles before speaking over her shoulder and walking into the crowd of excited people.

"Calm yourself James. Welcome to the Watershed."