Boy's Night Out
Chapter 2
By Skeletoncrew
Michaelangelo's jaw dropped. He tore his gaze away from his Sensei and focused it on the floor. His mind raced, what was Splinter doing here? Had he recognized them? How could he not have? He couldn't have missed the fact that Leo had a woman gyrating in his lap and that they were all drinking. They were so dead! Wait a minute…What WAS Splinter doing here, and why was he in that room with Raven for about 15 minutes?
His head jerked back up. Splinter was gone, but Raven was weaving her way between the tables, heading towards them. She saw him looking at her and waved. He managed to return the wave and looked back at his brothers. Donatello and Raphael were giving Leonardo a good-natured ribbing and everyone was laughing. They hadn't seen. Maybe he'd made a mistake. Raphael flagged down a passing waitress and ordered another round of drinks.
"Hi guys! Having fun?"
Leonardo gave her a big grin, "Hey Raven! Thanks for inviting us! This is great!"
"Would you believe he didn't want to come?" Raphael punched his arm.
"Well, I must admit that I was a bit surprised to see you. I had had my doubts." She walked around to Donatello, "Got some room on that chair?"
"Uhhh."
She didn't wait for him to complete his response and sat down on his lap. "Keep your hands down at your sides. I know you're a friend but the bouncers don't." She wiggled a bit and looked at him with an eyebrow arched, "Is that your tail, or are you just happy to see me?"
He gulped, "Oh, I'm happy. I'm definitely happy."
She wiggled a little more and reached down with one of her hands. He drew in a sharp breath, as she grasped him through his toga.
Raphael scowled, "Hey! No fair! I thought there was no touching in this place!"
She giggled at him, "Well, the guests aren't allowed to touch. But the dancers are allowed to make a certain amount of physical contact." She looked back to Donatello her face betraying wonderment, "Why Don, and I thought that wooden staff of yours was big! Where on earth do you keep it? Tucked into your shell? I'd have never thought it to look at you guys." She looked around the table at the others as Donatello blushed.
"…"
She saw the waitress approaching and removed her hand from Donatello's lap, "I'd better stop now or I'll get us both in trouble."
"You're welcome to come over here and get me in trouble." Raphael patted his lap.
"I'll take a rain check on that Romeo. Hey Mike, why are you being so quiet over there?"
He started and looked somewhat guiltily at her, "Uhhh…well, we were talking earlier and wondering what exactly goes on in those little rooms over there." He jerked his thumb towards the doorways.
Leonardo spoke up, "Yeah, you were in there for like 15 minutes with that guy! What were you doing?"
Much to Michaelangelo's surprise she blushed. He'd never seen her do that when he asked about her job. Several things suddenly sprang into his mind. Her, Splinter, and those slurping noised Raphael had made earlier. He shuddered.
"Well, I'm a little embarrassed. I did something I wasn't supposed to do."
Raphael looked intrigued, "Really? What?"
"I—Oh God I can't believe I did it. I broke a couple of my own rules about working here." She covered her eyes and shook her head, grinning.
Michaelangelo thought that the suspense was going to kill him. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words, "What, did, you, do?"
"Well, it started out like a normal lap dance, but after a few minutes he commented on some of my moves and we got to talking. We ended up talking about dance, sexuality, and the psychology of it all. I totally forgot about dancing until he commented that we had probably been in there for a while. I offered to finish the dance but he said that it was quite all right; he had enjoyed himself immensely as it was. Then he wanted to pay me anyway, but I wouldn't hear of it."
"Wait, how does what you did break one of your rules?" Leonardo looked confused.
"As a rule I don't have deep conversations with my patrons. Its bad business, plus its usually the creeps who want to really talk. This guy wasn't creepy at all. That's why I broke another one of my rules. He was insisting that I should let him pay me, and I was insisting that I hadn't done enough to deserve it; so, we compromised and he's going to buy me dinner at that all night place across the street, when my shift ends in an hour."
"What?!" They all stared at Michaelangelo, startled by his outburst.
Raven raised her hands defensively, "I know, I know. I probably shouldn't. But you know me; I can tell when guys are jerks. This guy gave off a really good vibe. Like you guys. I took a chance that night when I met you Mike, and now I've got four great guy friends!" She squeezed Donatello, giving him a face-full of cleavage.
"I'm not arguing with your judgment, its just that…oh never mind." Michaelangelo just couldn't believe it. Not only had Master Splinter gone to a strip club, but he'd also gotten a private dance with Raven, and now he was taking her out for dinner. Was this some sort of a put-on? No, couldn't be. Splinter had never met Raven and Michaelangelo had never mentioned exactly where she worked. Plus he was pretty sure he had only used her real name, not her stage name, around Splinter. But still—His thoughts were interrupted by a startled exclamation from Raphael.
"Oh shit!"
"Nice to see you too Raphael." The turtles looked up to see Master Splinter standing before them. Leonardo gaped for a moment before concealing the shot glass in his hand behind his back. Raphael clapped his hand over his mouth and Donatello just froze in place. Not quite as shocked, Michaelangelo choked out, "Good evening Sensei."
Confused, Raven looked at Michaelangelo, "You guys know each other?"
"Angie, I would like you to meet Master Splinter. Master Splinter, this is Angie, known here as Raven."
Splinter's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the young lady's name. She jumped off of Donatello's lap and leaned over the table to clasp Splinter's hand. "Oh wow! This is so great! I've been wanting to meet you for so long, the guys speak so highly of you," She released his hand and patted Michaelangelo on his shell. "See? I told you that he was a nice guy! Now I'm really looking forward to dinner. Speaking of which, I'd better get my butt in gear if I want to make any more money tonight! I'll meet you up front in about an hour, Splinter."
Splinter shook his head, "You really don't have too, Miss Raven. I'm sure you'd much rather go do something with my students after your shift."
"Nonsense. I see them all the time. I'm not passing up on this opportunity!" She hurried off, leaving no room for argument.
Splinter looked at his mortified sons. "Oh calm down! You're not in trouble." They all relaxed visibly, but continued to stare at him. He sighed. "I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing here?"
Once again, Michaelangelo was the one to speak, "The thought had crossed my mind."