First Time: Clubbing

Rated: M- Mature Content/references

Sequence: The first time the guys go to a club. Leading into their first one night stands.

AN: This can be a stand alone fic or read in the series. It's not to be taken seriously and ALL subsequent stories related to this one are NOT to be taken seriously or even overly sexy. They are being written purely for LAUGHS/ adult entertainment, as I'm going to randomly use slang for body parts and motions.

This is the starting point where the boys meet the women who will awaken their sexual natures, though there's going to be lots of fumbling, clumsiness, and misunderstandings. Like I said, purely ADULT oriented ENTERTAINMENT. I'm going to be dropping in some strange euphemisms and sexy slang. You've been forewarned.

Warning: Possible Spit Takes. Don't drink anything while reading

HUGE THANK YOU TO: Little AI….. for helping me with names and being an awesome sounding board . :D

AN2: This is NOT edited. Merely typed out for fun to set the stage for future lays.

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Raph checked his reflection one last time. He was glad he didn't have hair to fuss over, a scruffy chin to shave, or hairy chest to tame. Grinning, he made sure his teeth were brushed and sparkling white. He smirked at his dazzling and charming smile, ready to put it to work on this special night.

Raph and his brothers were celebrating their nineteenth birthday, and Master Splinter had finally agreed to allow them one boisterous night on the town. Usually they celebrated their birthdays with handmade gifts and copious amounts of junk food coupled with a movie marathon. But now the world had been made privy to their existence, and though most were reluctant to accept the mutants, their existence didn't have to remain a secret. Which meant they could walk freely on the street without scurrying in the shadows like a rat.

No offense to Master Splinter.

Bandana clean and neatly tied, plastron buffed and glistening over his broad chest, Raph picked up small ceremonial sais and slid them into the sheaths at his sides. The black leather belt blended well with the black dress pants he wore. Normally he wouldn't care about his appearance, but tonight was different. It was special. Things had to be perfect.

Though despite the time Raph put into looking his very best, he still opted to go barefoot. Shoes irritated him to no end and though Raph wanted to be impressionable, he also wanted to be comfortable.

Raph exited his room to find his brothers emerging from their own, each looking polished, buffed, and rather intimidating, despite their lack of weapons. Being over six feet tall with a huge shell on their backs, it was difficult to be diminutive. Donnie was dressed in a dark grey dress pant much like Raph's own. He looked strange without his usual tech gear strapped all over him and his goggles perched on his head. Raph thought he looked bald without his electronics.

Leo wore the same dress cut pants, though in navy blue. Mikey, unfortunately, decided to wear black leather pants more suited to a flamboyant rock stare than a first time clubbing turtle. Though on the plus side, the leather did give excellent definition to Mikey's toned ass and highlight the unmistakable protuberance between his legs.

Leo raised a brow ridge upon finding Raph visibly armed. "We're going for a night on the town. Not a fight club."

"Never know when they'll come in handy," Raph said, sniffing superciliously. "Besides, aren't you always bitching at us to be prepared and keep our weapons at all times?"

Donnie smirked, turning to show the bo innocuously tucked at his side, under his shell.

"Easy for you dudes," Mikey said, shimmying a little to get the black leather pants from hiking up and chaffing his tail. "Your weapons are easier to hide. Can't carry my chucks. Ruin my lines. Not to mention, when I sit down, it's going to look really weird."

Leo glanced around for his father, lowering his voice. "I can't walk into a club with swords strapped to my back." But he smirked and lifted his pant leg, showing six gleaming shuriken strapped to his calf. "One does not need to visibly carry weapons to be considered armed."

Raph smirked, thumbing the thin black cords that covered the handles of his sais. They appeared more as decoration and accessory, than an actual weapon.

Donnie glanced nervously around. "We need to hurry. Don't know when they stop letting people in."

"We might get turned away," Mikey added, the weight of their plans starting to press on him. "What if we can't get in? We don't have IDs, you know? And technically, we're only nineteen. We're not legal to go clubbing."

Leo exchanged a knowing smile with Raph. Given their height and obvious power, no human in their right mind would challenge them to enter a club. Though Leo often rebuked his brothers from bullying and intimidating the smaller, weaker humans, tonight, he had every intention of siding with Raph. Though he hoped they wouldn't have to physically elbow their way into a club.

"Ten thirty," Donnie said, checking his watch. "Let's go."

"Wait! I need to pee!" Mikey yelled, dashing from the room to peel his pants and drain his lizard.

Raph rolled his eyes. "And tell me again, why are we taking him with us?"

"Because it's his birthday as well." Leo sighed, stretching his neck to get out the kink of irritation that formed when Mikey was being particularly goofy.

"We sure he's not adopted?" Raph asked, half serious.

Master Splinter hobbled into the room, glancing between his three sons. "It seems only yesterday the four of you were small enough to hold in my arms. Now, you have grown into honorable young men."

"We have had your example, sensei," Leo said automatically.

"I know the world is now open to you, but I must caution against excessive frivolity." Splinter approached, looking from one of his sons to the others in turn. "The world is still learning to accept you. Though you may move more freely amongst the humans, there will be some who will fear you."

"We will exercise caution," Leo promised.

"So grown up," Splinter sighed nostalgically. "Ready to face the world. I've never been more proud."

Splinter's expression, and opinion, faltered when Mikey sauntered into the room, tugging on his leather pants and adjusting his zipper.

"He he," Mikey chuckled, finally fixing his pants. "Got my tail stuck."

Splinter's sighed was drown out from the brothers, who turned to head topside.

"We'll be back in the morning," Leo called, intentionally keeping the time vague as to not be rushed.

Donnie perked up, "Hey, there's a great breakfast place down on fifth. We should have breakfast in a diner."

"That'd be cool," Raph put in. The brothers had rehearsed such dialogue to ensure their father remained clueless to their true intentions. Splinter would not approve them spending the evening at a club, dancing and partaking of alcoholic beverages. And if any females were agreeable, some long overdue mating rituals. "We can watch the shops open up."

"Never seen most of them open," Mikey piped up, falling into step beside of Leo. "You think we could stop by one of the stores? You know. To check it out. Find out what the humans see in retail shopping."

They were almost to the exit when Leo paused and yelled back to his father, "We might be a little later, Dad. Depends on how long it takes Mikey to go shopping."

Splinter waved airily, knowing when Mikey got his heart set on something, he found a way to obtain it. If he wanted to go shopping and milling among the early morning pedestrians, no one could stop him. Who knows how long it would take for Mikey to assuage his curiosity? Their newfound freedom was going to take some getting used to. Course, as they got older and interacted more often with humans, the novelty would wear off. Splinter only hoped that it came sooner rather than later. He trusted his sons. He was not so trusting of humans.

Exiting the storm drain and hopping up onto a subway platform, the turtles headed toward their true destination, a pulse pounding, throbbing, head banging, alcohol serving club filled with available females. Granted it wasn't an ideal way to meet a woman to have a long term relationship with, each having a distinct personal taste in female forms, but the turtles weren't interested in 'long term' tonight.

Tonight, their focus was on testing the proverbial waters. Watch how humans reacted to their presence. Possibly engage in typical, adult behavior and expand their horizons. But if the humans proved too frightened or lacked interest, alternatively, the brothers had every intention of trying various forms of alcohol and challenging each other on the dance floor. Mikey especially was eager to dance, spending an hour in yoga and stretches before getting dressed to go to the club. Leo only wished he could get Mikey to focus so adamantly during training maneuvers.

The platform opened up revealing a dozen or so humans waiting on the train. Those who were staring at their phones, looked up when they heard the collective gasp. They added a second wave of disbelief as they spied the four giant turtles waltzing toward them. Raph puffed his chest, offering a smile that was predatory instead of reassuring to the people awaiting the train. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down the tracks, knowing he presented an imposing figure.

The train rumbled into the station within a moment, cutting off Raph's intimidation. The humans waited until the turtles on board before following, maintaining a wide berth. Leo and Donnie sat on the hard seats. Mikey stood close by, not wanting to sit and crease his pants. Raph stood not bothering to grab a handle to stabilize himself when the train began to move once again. Years of ninja training had given him an unwavering sense of balance and coordination. It would take more than a train to move him once he planted his feet.

Mikey watched with wide eyed fascination at the train trundled along the tracks, stopping to pick up more passengers, then taking off again. The citizens, for the most part, completely ignored the turtles, engrossed in their own lives and fantasies as they took their familiar routes to and from home. What they took for granted as commonplace, the turtles enjoyed with childish glee, finally able to ride alongside the humans without inciting a stampede or riot. It was one thing to ride on top of the speeding tubular bullets, but riding in one, rubbing shoulders with every day humans, was an experience all together new for the turtles.

The train came to a halt, accepting new passengers. Ever vigilant, Leo spotted two young males enter at the far end of the car. The doors closed, sealing the riders inside and the train shot off again. Normally, humans didn't garner much attention from the eldest turtle, but as soon as the young males entered, Leo's hackles went up. He could detect their nefarious intentions even from the opposite end of the train car.

His instincts proved correct.

Within seconds, the two humans had spotted a young woman sitting close by them. They nudged each other, snickering and eyeing the oblivious woman. Within a minute, they began to make obscene gestures and blow disgusting kisses toward the woman, who had cottoned on to their sick attention. She shifted, turning sideways to display her lack of interest in their attention, but the boys didn't take the hint. They saw an opportunity.

Leo's eyes narrowed as one of the males stood and reseated himself next to the woman, who clearly wasn't keen on the attention. Idly, Leo wondered why no one else on the train seemed to notice. There were at least fifteen other humans in this particular car. Only one other glanced in the direction of the hapless woman, and that was an older woman who obstinately returned to reading her book.

Well, the humans may overlook such grievous trespass, but Leo couldn't. He rose in slow motion, a towering powerhouse of protective, pissed off, ninja turtle. Raph gave him a raised brow, but didn't speak as Leo passed, headed to the defense of the young woman. Several sets of eyes followed him, no doubt curious, and a little bit fearful, of the mutant who moved by them with silent determination.

"Is there a problem?" Leo asked when he reached the offending humans.

"Back off man, this is my mark," the guy sitting next to the woman said without looking to whom he was speaking. His gaze remained transfixed on the woman's breasts, and how fast they were moving with her terrified breath.

"I said," Leo thundered, causing the room to vibrate with his vibrato. He enunciated each word clearly. "Is. There. A. Problem?"

"Look man," the guy yelled, finally turning to address the male who was interrupting his unwanted infatuation. His voice died down the moment he realized there was a huge turtle standing a foot away, hands on hips, and a glare of death issuing from his ice blue eyes. He gulped, his bravado disappearing with his balls, which retracted quickly to hide behind his bladder.

"I believe the young lady is not interested in your attention," Leo said, sensing his brothers shadow his back. The train slowed down, pulling into another station. "I believe this is your stop."

"Yeah, yeah it is," the guy murmured, jumping to his feet. His friend joined him at the door. As soon as it was open, they were through it, disappearing into the foot traffic of the platform.

Leo gave a small smile and single dip of his head to the woman. She returned his smile, laced with gratitude. Another dozen people entered the car, a couple gasping upon finding the four turtles standing guard over a small woman cowering in a seat. They, like the other passengers during the harassment of the young woman, quickly adverted their gazes and returned to their own business.

Such callousness made Leo nauseous. He decided to take a little pre-emptive action.

"We won't stand idly by while a person, especially a woman, is harassed," Leo said to the passengers as a whole. Those who were engrossed in their phones looked up in shock.

Mikey smirked, cocking his leather clad hip and grinning to their captive audience. "We don't tolerate bullies and assholes."

Raph offered one of his dangerous sneers and added, "And woe unto a man that raises his hand to a woman in front of us."

A couple of men paled while all the women visibly melted, their fear dissipating upon realizing these mutated reptiles wouldn't hurt them, but protect them.

The train came to a halt. The turtles stood next to the doors and when they opened, they stood aside.

"Ladies first," Leo said, sweeping his arm outward and catching the door in case it tried to close while passengers were still exiting or entering.

Following Leo's lead, the other men on the train allowed the women to exit first, then gave crisp nods to the mutants as they passed. A couple of people stood on the platform, stunned at the giant beings guarding the door. A tiny elderly lady paid the turtles no mind. She hobbled forward, her cane making a loud clicking noise in the silence that fell from the collective shock.

Leo extended his hand, "Allow me, Ma'am."

She took his hand graciously and held onto him while she entered the car. "Such a nice young man."

Leo nodded politely, and once she was seated, he and his brothers took their leave. As the doors were closing, Leo heard the old woman speak to her fellow passengers.

"Was he really green, or am I having a stroke?"

Raph led the way up to the surface and when he gained the top of the stairs, he inhaled the filthy, yet not entirely unpleasant aroma of the Big Apple. The smell was different, though the same. Raph reasoned it was because they were on the surface without the need to hide. Everything looked, felt, and even smelled different when one was able to walk in freedom, and not forced to hide in shadow.

"This way," Donnie said, wandering away from the subway.

A few people glanced their way but for the most part, the turtles were ignored. They heard the sound of the club before they saw it. Mikey was bouncing on his feet by the time they gained the entrance, and as expected, there was a long line to get inside. Raph wasn't in the mood to stand in line.

Stalking past the awaiting humans, Raph approached the man at the door. He was commonly called a 'bouncer', and was typically built for the title: six foot tall, bald, 250lbs of muscle hidden beneath a tight black tee that declared 'Security', and a stern disposition that quelled any rebellious attitude by those waiting in line. His manner faltered upon being thrown in Raph's hulking shadow.

"My brothers and I are in no mood to wait." Raph stepped forward, towering half a foot taller than the bouncer. "We're celebrating our twenty-first birthday and really need a drink. Can you help us out?"

'I…I…ID?" the man stuttered.

Raph quirked a brow, leaning over the man, who became laughably impotent compared to Raph. "Does it look like we have IDs?"

"Can't exactly walk into the DMV and get licenses," Donnie quipped.

"Allow me," Leo said, withdrawing a wallet from his pocket and pulling out a fifty dollar bill. Donnie had made sure each had been properly loaded with cash before they left the lair. Except for Mikey. He had a habit of losing money and his pants didn't afford him the ability to put his fingers into his pockets, let alone a wallet or wad of cash. Luckily his phone was slim or else it wouldn't fit in his back pocket.

As always, money spoke with a firm and resounding voice.

The bouncer took the cash and offered a nervous grin. "Right this way, gentlemen."

"Thank you," Leo said, pushing past his brothers to enter the club first.

The music vibrated their shells even before they stepped into the main room. The bouncer inside gave them an open mouthed stare, but didn't rebuke their presence. Leo headed for the bar and waved to the bartender.

The bartender started upon seeing them, then held up his finger for a moment while he finished serving other customers. Raph leaned on the bar, surveying the large assortment of alcohol. Donnie was mesmerized by the flickering lights and writhing bodies on the dance floor. Mikey was in his own little world, his head bopping to the beat coming from the speakers set up around the stage where the DJ operated.

The bartender finished and approached, though instead of being intimidated, he squared off with the turtles. "Am I going to have trouble out of you tonight?"

"Nope," Leo said, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple hundred on the counter. "My brothers and I are here to celebrate our twenty-first birthday. We only want to dance and have our first taste of alcohol. Have any recommendations?"

The bartender stared at the money for a second before scooping it up. "How strong do you want it?"

"Whatever," Raph said, flexing to show his strength. "Gonna take a lot of knock our shells off."

"Let's start with a shot of Blue," the bartender said, now eager to serve his unique guests. He poured four shots into small glasses and motioned. "First round is on the house. Happy Birthday."

As one the turtles picked up the glasses, finding difficulty in the tiny measures, and tossing them back. Donnie, Mikey, and Leo choked, but Raph hummed and sat down his glass. "Nuther."

The bartender poured another measure and smirked as the big turtle slammed the drink and didn't waste any time in asking for another. "Might want to slow down. You're new to this."

"Gonna take stronger stuff than this to give me a buzz," Raph said with a good natured sneer. "Keep em coming."

The bartender paused, obviously reluctant to give so much alcohol to one customer. Then Raph placed another couple hundred bucks on the counter and tapped the shot glass.

"I'll tell you when I've had enough."

"It's your funeral, buddy,' the bartender laughed, taking the cash and putting it in the till.

Donnie laid out a couple hundred and smiled, his cheeks dimpling boyishly. "This oughta cover us awhile. Keep supplying the drinks and you'll get a good tip."

Leo waved a hundred dollar bill, grinning mischievously, "To give you incentive."

The bartender's eyes widen. He was lucky to score a twenty dollar tip from a single patron. If he played his cards right, he could make a killing from these turtles. He pocketed the large denomination, hoping no one else noticed its generous sum.

"Deal." He glanced to Mikey, expecting him to drop some cash, but the orange banded turtle offered a lopsided grin.

"Can't carry cash in these pants,' Mikey explained. It was true. The leather was nicely taut.

"Come on, trouble,' Leo yelled over to Mikey as the next song the DJ started to throb along the room. "Let's go hit the dance floor."

"Right on!" Mikey yelled, making a beeline to the group of writhing, sweaty dancers.

The majority of the dancers didn't mind the two turtles who joined them. A couple exited the dance floor, no doubt scared of what the giant shell backs would do. If they were worried the turtles lacked coordination or rhythm, they were sadly mistaken. Those who moved to give the turtles room, clapped as Leo took the floor, his moves graceful, fluid, and keeping perfect time to the pulse pounding beat. He ended his routine with a flourish, his posture poised toward Mikey in heated challenge.

The audience clapped and cheered as Leo motioned for Mikey to step up. Mikey drank in the attention, playing the crowd. Instead of using the artistic, acrobatic style of dance Leo had opted to use, Mikey chose a pop lock, mindful of his tight pants. He couldn't risk splitting his pants and dropping his tail for all to see. Thankfully the more he moved, the looser they became.

He jumped and flipped, spinning tightly, then presented his leather clad ass to one of the young ladies cheering on their dance off. He waggled his brow over his shoulder, giving her permission to spank him. She bit her lip, hesitating for a second, then offered a sharp slap to the firm leather encased ass. Mikey celebrated the smack as a true ham, laughing and falling onto his shell to spin a couple times, his hand clutching at his heart. When he came to a stop, he grinned at the lady who had spanked him and pretended to capture his heart back into his chest.

The gathered revelers laughed and crowded back onto the main dance floor, enjoying the music with the two turtles. The music continued its strong beat for another two songs, then it dropped to a slower, more sensual rhythm. Much to Mikey and Leo's delight, several of the women pressed close, bumping and grinding to the music. Leo took a chance and placed his hand on one of the dancer's waists. She grinned, leaning into him, her body undulating in time with the music. As the music came to an end, Leo leaned down to speak into her ear.

"I'm thirsty. Would you like to join me in a drink?"

Her white teeth bit her lip for a moment. Slowly, she nodded, placing her hand in his and allowing him to escort her from the floor.

Leo approached the bar, waving to the bartender, who eagerly stepped forward to wait on the generous tipper.

"I'll have whatever the lady is having,' Leo said.

She smiled at him and ordered a cosmos. When she noticed Leo's expression, she asked, "What? Don't you like cosmos?"

"Never had alcohol before tonight, so I've never tried it," Leo admitted, watching as the bartender went about making the drink.

"Oh! An alcohol virgin? That's rare."

"Couldn't exactly meet people, let alone party, when my brothers and I have had to remain hidden for fear of being attacked." Leo nodded toward the other end of the bar, where Raph and Donnie were both seated at the bar, Raph talking to a gorgeous blonde in a red dress. Donnie was talking animatedly with two women. They laughed and leaned on his shoulders, clearly not perturbed by his reptilian nature.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to join us tonight,' she said, leaning over and staring up into Leo's eyes. She grinned. "Blue eyes? Nice."

"Yours are rather pretty," Leo said, barely audible over the now pounding beat of his heart that drown out the music in his ears. "I'm glad we chose this club for our first night out."

"Never been out?" she asked, bolding placing a tiny hand on his chest. Her fingers caressed the edges of his plastron. "Must be a special occasion."

"Twenty-first birthday,' Leo lied easily. He was only two years off. Eventually he would celebrate the milestone. It just wasn't this birthday.

"Finally legal?" she cooed, a mysterious glint in her eye.

Leo nodded, a lump rising in his throat. Luckily, their drinks arrived, giving him a distraction. He handed her the glowing drink, then grabbed his own, tossing it back in a couple of swallows. His eyes widened in surprise and immediately, he beckoned for another. The sweetness flowed over his tongue and down into his belly, calming the nerves that churned from the woman's proximity.

If he played his cards right, alcohol wouldn't be the only new thing he tried tonight.

To give him strength, he downed the second cosmos. She sipped demurely at her own, watching him over the rim of her glass. Leo's pulse quickened upon watching her tongue slide along the rim of the drink. She must have realized the kind of effect she was having, for she smiled in a knowing way and flicked her tongue repeatedly on the rim.

Leo's breath caught. He turned, glancing over the crowd to help calm his raging libido. His shell was feeling way too tight, and his pants were starting to become so as well. If he wasn't careful, he'd embarrass himself. And tonight was for celebration and exploration. Not embarrassment or shame.

Leo took the time to find his brothers in the crowd. It was easy to detect them, being so large and green. Raph remained in deep conversation with the woman in the red dress. Donnie had lost one of his admirers, as only one was leaning on his shoulder, her face pressed into his neck as she was trying to be heard over the dull roar of the music. Mikey was still on the dance floor though this time, he had a wildly colorful lady dancing with him. Her hair was shoulder length and dyed vibrant red, orange, and yellow.

A hand on his arm drew Leo's attention back to the young lady finishing her drink. "Come on. Let's dance some more."

Leo smiled, glad for the suggestion, though within a minute, the DJ switched to another slow, sensual song. Much to Leo's delight, and terror, his new lady friend immediately looped her arms around him, drawing him close and nuzzling his neck. Leo's stiff back bent to her will, and after a moment, he relaxed, placing his hands modestly at her waist.

"You're a good dancer," she said, making sure to press he breasts into his chest. His hesitation and naivety was not only cute, but a big turn on. It was obvious he didn't have a lot of experience with women. Her hands trailed over the hardened muscles and along his broad chest. She sensed his heartbeat, fast and erratic as the techno-beats from the DJ.

"Not so bad yourself,' Leo said lamely.

"What's your name?"

"Leo," he said, his voice rumbling through his chest.

She purred, rubbing into the vibration. "I'm Jade."

"Pleasure," Leo said, frustrated when the DJ switched songs and another fast tempo shook the dance floor.

Jade released her hold on Leo and smiled, swaying her hips and licking her lips. "Come on, party animal, let's see whatcha got!"

Leo's expression turned feral and with newfound confidence, he stepped forward, perfectly mirroring her moves, showing her exactly how a ninja turtle can move.

Her eyes widened, but not from his perfect dancing. But from the noticeable bulge that rubbed along her abdomen. Instead of being disgusted, or even scared, she moved closer, savoring the sensation of the thick appendage already straining beneath the navy. This giant, muscle bound, perfect rhythm, virginal turtle didn't know it, but he was coming home with her tonight.