Boy's Night Out
Chapter 3
By Skeletoncrew
Splinter grabbed a nearby chair and sat down between Michaelangelo and Leonardo. He looked Michaelangelo in the eye, "Well, as you know I was not terribly pleased when I found out that you had made friends with an exotic dancer. It had always been my assumption that strippers must not have a whole lot going for them other than their bodies and a lack of morals."
Michaelangelo looked like he was about to say something but Splinter held up a hand to silence him. "I know you mentioned that your friend was putting herself through college, but I still felt that only a 'low quality' woman would take this sort of job." Splinter glanced around the table. "Then you introduced your brothers to her and they all had nothing but good things to say about her." He paused, "Now, when it comes to young women I would expect any single one of you to possibly misjudge their character, but not all four of you. I started to think that maybe she might not be a bad sort of person." They nodded in response.
Splinter continued, "You are all adults and what you do in your free time is your own business. I firmly believe that you need your space to grow and learn; I did not want to pry by asking to meet her. So, I decided to at least partially satisfy my curiosity by getting a first-hand look at her chosen profession. I did not realize that this was her place of employment. I just came here because it looked much less sleazy than most strip clubs."
"Yeah, it is. The bar's a bit expensive though." Splinter turned to Raphael who now looked chagrinned, "Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?" he asked the table.
Splinter chuckled at his son's embarrassment. "You're in an awfully good mood, Sensei," commented Donatello.
"Well, I must admit that these ladies do show a great deal more dancing skill than I expected. Some of them even look like they could be professionals of the non-exotic kind if they wished." He nodded towards a Dalmatian painted woman slowly bending backwards over a customer's lap. "Did you know that Raven is able do that? I thought it looked painful, but she assured me that it was quite easy." He smiled slightly, his whiskers rising.
The turtles looked at each other, confusion and disbelief in their eyes. Michaelangelo cleared his throat and Splinter turned his attention back to them. "Okay. I understand why you came here. But why did you ah, um. You know." Michaelangelo quickly gestured towards the private rooms.
Splinter's eyes flicked back and forth briefly and he hesitated as he spoke, "Ahhhhh, well, it was my curiosity again. I went through all the trouble of coming here, I figured I might as well get the full experience. Plus I was uncomfortable with the idea of getting a lap dance in front of a room full of people." Splinter shrugged.
The four turtles' eyes bulged slightly and Leonardo choked on his drink. Splinter grimaced slightly and rose from his seat, "Looks like I've caused you enough discomfort for the night. It was never my intention to ruin your big night out. Please relax and enjoy yourselves." With that, he disappeared to another part of the club.
"I need another drink." Michaelangelo toyed with his empty glass.
Leonardo's coughing slowed down and he looked at his own glass. "I need several!"
Raphael just grinned and said, "Ya know? I have a whole new respect for Sensei now."
Donatello burst in to laughter and soon enough they were all guffawing over it. Since they knew they weren't getting in any trouble they enjoyed a great guilt-free night. Leonardo got completely sloshed and asked Gail to marry him, she politely refused; Raphael was nearly suffocated by the tabby striped dancer he had admired earlier; Donatello's lap became a favorite resting spot for the dancers; and Michaelangelo literally charmed the pants off of a pair of identical twins.
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Many hours later, Splinter paused at the threshold of their lair. He had this horrible nagging feeling that he'd forgotten something. Hopefully it wasn't anything important. He shook his head and stepped inside, the lights were off, but he could hear someone nearby. It sounded like one of his sons was sleeping on the couch. He eased the door shut, tensing as the lock clicked into place. His movements were quick and silent, but as he passed the couch a lamp clicked on.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
He turned to face Michaelangelo, "Yes, its about 6 am."
"Where were you all night? I was worried sick!"
"You need not have worried about me."
"So where were you?"
"Well, Angela and I had such a nice time at dinner that she invited me back to her apartment so we could continue our conversation. She really is a fascinating woman and a delightful conversationalist. I'm glad I finally got to meet her."
"That must have been a heck of a conversation to keep you out this late."
"Well yes, it really is very late." Splinter stifled a yawn, "I really must get to bed now. Goodnight." He turned away from Michaelangelo and headed for the hallway.
"Splinter?"
He paused, "Yes?"
"I could have sworn you were wearing pants at the club."
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