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Mycroft dropped the file folder into his briefcase and clicked it shut with a heavy sigh. He leaned back in the padded leather chair, stretching his legs out in the roomy area under the large mahogany desk in his favorite of the Diogenes Club's private meeting rooms. He rubbed his face with tired hands and then pulled his gold pocket watch from his waistcoat. It was almost time for his Friday evening appointment. Good. After that, he could be off for home.
He removed the watch and laid it carefully on the desktop, then removed his grey suit jacket and folded it carefully over the back of his chair, leaving him in his waistcoat, trousers, and crisp white shirt sleeves. He poured himself a small glass of brandy from the corner bar and moved to one of the padded armchairs in the center of the room. He arranged himself comfortably to wait, took a sip of his drink, and dropped the cushion from the chair onto the floor in front of his feet. He was, after all, a gentleman, and thought to the comfort of his guests.
The knock at his door came right on time and he called out, "Enter." A petite, attractive blonde woman in a slim-fitting black skirt and pale yellow silk blouse entered the room carrying a small dish of warmed oil and several white towels on a tray. Mycroft guessed her age to be in her upper twenties. She had classic features, wore minimal make-up, and had her hair styled in a simple chignon. He nodded to her politely, and she nodded back with a pleasant expression that was not quite a smile.
Mycroft took one more sip of brandy and then leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes as his guest went through the procedure for their appointment. Mycroft felt one the towels, properly warmed, dry, and heavy, placed across his lap and a second just above the waistline of his trousers. He heard the soft rustle of fabric as the woman knelt on the cushion in front of his parted knees, and felt the tugs as she opened his belt and unzipped his flies.
They would not exchange words. Their interaction would be perfunctory and professional. Not every member of the Diogenes Club availed himself of this particular service, but Mycroft found it useful in maintaining mental and physical wellbeing. He preferred a different guest at each visit. He preferred oral stimulation. The variety kept the interactions interesting enough for him and discouraged familiarity with his guests. Sometimes his guests were female, sometimes male, of a variety of ages and appearances within an acceptable range. All were highly skilled and all were properly vetted for cleanliness and discretion.
The woman's warm fingers gently removed his still-flaccid penis from its confines and she began to use her hand, tongue, and lips to stimulate him to erection. His preferences in this matter were always observed by his guests—begin by stroking the shaft slowly with one hand, slightly lubricated, whilst sliding the lips and tongue gently over the foreskin. As erection proceeds, gradually increase tempo of stroke and firmness of grip whilst laving the glans and frenulum. At appearance of pre-ejaculate, maintain a steady stroke with the hand whilst continuing to stimulate the head of the penis, adding the elements of gentle sucking and circling the glans with the tongue. Maintain a steady and relaxing pace until orgasm is achieved. Do not attempt to incorporate contact with the testicles, perineum, or anus. Ejaculate should be swallowed or otherwise prevented from soiling clothing. Leave one warmed towel along with a damp, scented flannel on the tray and close the office door quietly when exiting.
Mycroft's guest was currently at the third phase of the procedure, beginning to circle the tip of his penis with her tongue. Mycroft allowed himself a slight nod of approval and a glance down at the shiny blonde head bobbing diligently away in his lap. They should be finished right on schedule. He closed his eyes again until the session was satisfactorily concluded.