Watson is at home, 221 Baker Street, and perusing the latest edition of 'Gray's Anatomy', especially the Female Anatomy chapter.
The apartment door creaks and Watson look up, and a 30'ish, dirty, bright-eyed
Lady of the Streets, (with heavy makeup), comes in.
' How the Devil did you get in here?' Watson angrily exclaimed instantly.
'Never you mind, Sweetie', the Slattern said, as she walked over and caressed Watson's large bulging crotch. 'Stop that!', Watson shouted, and got up and grabbed his heavy walking stick to strike the presumptuous, dirty creature.
As he advances, the prostitute said in a light tenor voice -'It's all right Watson, Tis I, Sherlock.' 'Well, I never!', Watson exclaimed-'this is insufferable!'
'I'm Betsy the Streetwalker, and I have just found out all the details of the coming robbery of the Crown Jewels at the Tower of London. I had to become the girlfriend of one of the young Toughs committing the robbery, Billy-Boy', Holmes said. 'I have got to be his girlfriend two more days-and then Scotland yard will catch them all in the act of stealing the Jewels.'
'I've been his girlfriend for the last two weeks, off and on-when I haven't been taking care of my old, sick Mum in Dorking. I've had to give oral sex, nightly, to one of the toughest young Thugs in England. And pleading about my Bleeding Time, as to why he could not vaginally penetrate me. Billy-Boy loves get drunk and just lay back and be orally pleasured, all night long.'
'Holmes, this is terrible! You are as bad as the worst Prostitute!', Watson exclaimed.
'I do what I have to do to prevent a horrible crime!, Watson.'
'You can't imagine I enjoy kneeling and doing what I do! Hour after hour.'
'Anyway, Scotland Yard commends me for my sacrifice.'
'And one night-when Jack was especially drunk-I had to submit to a long,energetic and robust anal penetration, deep in my buttocks-to get the post-coital information from Jack, about the stealing of the Crown Jewels.'
'Luckily, when younger, I had a kindly, but perverted, unmarried Uncle Cedrick, who did everything sexually to my body that he could think of.'
'I, being naturally curious, just watched analytically, the various sensuous applications of his lips and thick appendage, as he ravaged my body most nights. I was at the University and living with him. He was skillful and my body learned about pleasure.'
'Holmes, I don't want to hear these horrid details!'.
'Watson, when you were at public school you know such things were going on with upper classman and their young 'Fag' student servants.' 'Of course, I knew, but I didn't approve!' Watson replied.
'So I also had early experiences in Male Depravity at School. But of course now, I'm a totally rational adult-and young male Beauty causes no twinges of desire.'
'I never knew this side of you!'-Watson exclaimed. 'There was no need for you to'-Holmes replied.
'And as you've observed, my dressing as middle class Women, and being around criminals, has helped me solve many of my cases. And Silk does feel so good against the skin, especially on the legs.' 'It's a sensual revelation!'
'So, by giving this young Tough, Jack, exceptional oral stimulation-(I was well-trained by my uncle)-and sacrificing my somewhat experienced ass, I now know that this Saturday, December 21, the Gang will attempt to steal the Crown Jewels from the Tower of London.'
'The guards will be drugged with Christmas wine and a Father Christmas will walk out with the Crown Jewels in his sack. Outside he will discard his outfit and be put in a wheelchair, with a hidden compartment for the Jewels. And I, in white, as his nurse, will wheel him away.'
'And at that moment, Scotland Yard will surround and arrest the Gang.'
'And they already have a Russian buyer for the Jewels and the Gold'-Holmes said.
'I'm just resting here tonight. I must be with my lover tomorrow. Another two days of heavy drinking and giving oral sex, and possibly anal sex, to young, muscular Jack, and the case will be over.'
With those words, Holmes goes quickly to his room to remove his disguise.
There is a knock on the door and it's one of Holmes' street spies- the Baker Street Irregulars-a rough, but good-looking chap about age 19.
'Is Mr. Holmes in, Sir?', he asks. 'Yes, go right in-you know which door', I say to him.
The handsome youth knocks, goes in, but the door is left narrowly ajar.
I have to go to my room adjacent to Holmes' room, about 20 minutes later for a medical book.
I catch a glimpse of movement through the narrow, partially open door.
I am in shock-the slender youth is kneeling before Holmes, and orally massaging Holmes' very thick and long sexual appendage. Holmes notices me, and quickly shuts the door. The boy comes out minutes later, a five pound note in his hand, and I let him out of the apartment.
Holmes comes out in his dressing gown. 'Watson', he says, 'I have certain needs-
If anything bothers you, you can always move.'
'Holmes, who an I to judge?' 'I am against Violence and Coercion', I say.
'All else is a private matter, between individuals.'
'An admirable philosophy, Watson!'- 'I judged you correctly', Holmes said.
'You are not a Prig or a Fool.'
'Starting tomorrow, and one other day, I must be Slut Betsy, talking Cockney, and sexually taking care of my Man.'
'Then the robbery, and Scotland Yard arresting all of the Gang', Holmes said, as he went back to his room.
Two suspenseful days passed for me, and on the third evening, Sherlock appeared.
Most of the makeup was gone from his face, but he was still in women's clothes under his long cloak.
'The operation was a success, the robbers were apprehended, and I have a personal note of thanks from Queen Victoria', Holmes said.
' I ,of course, playing Nurse Betsy, was arrested along with the rest of the gang-so they wouldn't know who betrayed them.'
'Unfortunately Lestrade was called away, by his wife suffering a sudden illness-and I was put in a woman's prison. When I was discovered not to be a woman, I was then transferred to a remote cell at Scotland Yard.'
'The night guards heard about my dressing as a woman and came by late at night and forced me to orally pleasure all four of them. I was so expert that the two older married guards came back for a second pleasurable experience.'
'The younger guards also came back a second time, smelling of Brandy, and forced me to drink two large Brandies. They then bent me over the bed and had their lusty way with me-their hard, thick appendages, thrusting vigorously between my large pale buttocks, until with sighs of relief they deposited their seed.'
'The morning guards brought me breakfast and took turns abusing my mouth and throat quite thoroughly with their large appendages also. You would think they get no conjugal Sex at home, the way they acted.'
'Luckily Lestrade came back and arranged my release.'
I am exhausted from all this stimulating activity and must lay down'-and Holmes quickly disappeared into his room. 'By the way, Watson', were his last words-'don't write up this case, as it would embarrass Scotland Yard. Who knew the Yard jailors were such horny Devils?'
Later that day, there was a knock and two of the young, muscular Baker Street Irregulars were at the door. I went to Holmes' door and told him he had company.-that John and Bill wanted to see him.
'Send them in Watson', was the reply.
I waited half an hour and then curious, went to my room, but paused to listen at Holmes' door. The bed springs were squeaking rather rhythmically and I could hear low grunts of pleasure. Then one of the young Men said, 'God, that was great!'
Then I could hear people dressing, so I ran back to my chair and pretended to read.
The young Men came out of Sherlock's room, flushed and rosy cheeked.
I let them out, but noticed they both had large damp areas at the rear of their trousers, where the anal passage was.
'Live and let live', I thought, as I went back to perusing the intricate, intimate details of the female 'plumbing' , as presented in the new Gray's Anatomy.
