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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Raphael pulled the memory card from the port on the laptop in Charlie’s office and turned it over in his rough hand. It contained the only copy of the security footage of Mike and Lisa having sex on the couch in the café.
Desperate for answers, Leonardo had insisted on watching it and Michelangelo and Raphael had gone along to make sure he didn’t throw himself off a cliff.
“Is it over?” Michelangelo muttered. He had his hands over his ears and his eyes were squeezed shut. A few tears of shame leaked down his cheeks.
Raphael patted his arm. “Yeah, it’s over.” Beside him, Leonardo was slumped in his chair with a hand over his eyes. “ You okay, Leo?” the red turtle asked.
Leonardo shook his head, at a loss for words.
Raphael continued to turn the memory card over in his fingers. “Well,” he said, “Dat was certainly educational.”
“Educational?” Mike croaked. He wiped the tears from his eyes and cleared his throat.
“Very different from human on human porn. It was interestin’ to see that it can actually be done.”
Leonardo moaned and collapsed forward onto the desk. “Raph… how can you get off on your brother nailing my girlfriend?”
“Ex-girlfriend. And I ain’t getting’ off on it,” Raphael snapped. “It was just interestin’.”
“I don’t wanna be a porn star,” Mike wailed.
Raphael rolled his eyes and pulled out a sai. He put the card on the desk and stabbed it through the centre in one clean blow. He chucked the destroyed card into the garbage can and leaned back in his chair. “Listen to me, you two,” he said. “Whatever ya need ta say ta each other, say it now, because when we leave dis room, dis whole thing is over. We will not let some crazy bitch with loose panties rip our clan apart. Understand?”
Leonardo and Michelangelo eyed each other and nodded.
“Mike,” Raphael went on. “Lay off da booze. Don’t you ever get drunk outside the lair again. Ya got in trouble because yer guard was down. Bad ninja!” Raphael folded his arms and looked at the blue turtle. “Leo, I don’t know if Lisa’s havin’ a nervous breakdown or if she’s just a slut… maybe it’s both. Either way she ain’t the kind of person who is good for ya. She’s been suckin’ the life out of you for months. Enough’s enough. Maybe we’ll find good women someday and maybe we’ll just have to be satisfied with bein’ uncles to Donnie’s kids, but we will not settle for some home-wreckin’, mind-fuckin’ tramp just so we can say we have a woman.”
He stood up to go. “Now talk it over and then go home and forget this ever happened. He paused at the door. “And when Charlie and Don get back, we’ll talk about lettin’ Lisa go from the store. This is a family business, and she is not a family member or a friend to the family. She’s gotta go.”
Raphael pulled his trench coat and fedora on as he walked to the front of the shop. He locked the door behind him and checked his shell cell… the clubs would be opening and he had the sudden urge to see if Estrella would actually buy him a beer.
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It was early on a Thursday night so the strip club was pretty quiet. Raphael took a seat at an empty table in the back to wait for Estrella to come on stage. The place was smoky and the table was sticky from old beer that hadn’t been wiped up. A permanent cloud of cigarette smoke mingled with the fog from the machines on the floor. Strobe lights flickered lazily above the stage, where a bored ghetto girl shimmied around in an equally lazy way for the few drunks who had gathered around the stage.
The place was a dump, but Raphael didn’t mind… this was the kind of place where no one looked you in the eyes or asked questions, and that suited him just fine. A couple of bouncers were hanging out at the bar. They were big guys, but they were more fat than muscular. Raphael knew he could take them both out with his eyes closed.
Estrella walked in from a door beside the stage and started going around to all the men. She snuggled into each one and pushed her breasts together, asking if they wanted to buy a lap dance. She wore a tight, hot pink spandex dress that barely covered her amazing booty. Her pink heels were ridiculously high and her permed hair fell loose down her back. She wore matching, sparkling hoop earrings and way too much makeup. She looked like ghetto trash, but Raphael liked it. A lot.
She’d been into the store a few times with Miguel for the story time and she and Raphael had had some pretty good talks about her schoolwork, and Raphael’s new martial arts training. Each time she left, she invited him to come by the club, and he always did, but he never let her see him.
He tensed as she finally walked toward him. None of the other patrons had wanted a lap dance and she was obviously desperate enough for cash to try out the creepy guy in the back with the fedora and trench coat. She leaned over the table so he could see right down her dress and she tossed her hair seductively.
“Hey Papi,” she purred. “For ten bucks I can show you the time of your life.” She arched her back and turned around to bounce her booty a few times.
“Whadda I get fer twenty?” Raphael asked. He wondered if she’d recognize his voice, but she just kept wiggling and preening.
“I ain’t that kind of girl, Papi,” she said, “But I can find you a friend if you’re interested in more than a dance.” She gestured to the ghetto girl on stage.
Raphael pushed his hat back for a moment and let her see his face. She looked surprised but she smiled. “Raphael! I didn’t think you’d ever actually come!”
“Are you disappointed I did?” he asked.
She shrugged and folded her arms. “No, but I’m disappointed that you really think I’d blow you for a lousy twenty bucks. I thought we were friends.”
“Chill, Mami,” the red turtle said. “I don’t treat women like that… especially my friends… but I would pay twenty bucks to sit and have a beer with ya.”
Estrella put her hands on her hips and regarded him carefully. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Raphael confirmed. He slid a twenty across the table to her. “I drink Coors.”
Estrella nodded and smiled like she was turning the idea over in her mind. “Yeah, alright Raphael.” She picked up the money and stuck it in her bra. “I’ll be right back.”
He watched her hips roll as she went to the bar to get them each a beer. The bouncers looked her over like they couldn’t decide if she was a hot chick or a walking STD. She came back a minute later with two sweating bottles of beer and she sat down beside him.
“Thanks,” he said as she slid his into his hand.
“Thanks yourself,” she replied. “I really need the money.”
“I know,” Raphael said with a shrug.
She let out a deep sigh. “Is that why you came?”
The red turtle sipped his beer. “Partly. I also came because I like ya and I can’t getcha off my mind.” He looked her in the eyes like he was daring her to laugh.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Yup.”
She looked at his three-fingered hand. “Why are you wearing that costume out in the streets?”
“The zipper’s stuck,” Raphael deadpanned.
Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him suspiciously. “How long has it been stuck?”
“A few hours.”
Estrella raked her eyes over him like she was trying to see through the trench coat. “Don’t you have to pee?”
Raphael laughed and was glad that she laughed too. “Nah, there’s a flap.”
“Show me,” she demanded.
“I thought ya weren’t dat kind of girl.”
Estrella opened her mouth, then closed it again. He’d won and she knew it. She sipped her beer and followed his gaze to the shimmying ghetto girl on stage. “She’s a meth addict,” Estrella said. “She’s super high right now. I don’t think she knows where she is right now.”
“Dat’s really sad,” the red turtle said.
“Yeah,” Estrella agreed. Her earrings bobbed as she nodded and she took a tiny sip of beer.
“Coors not yer thing?” Raphael asked. “Ya could have gotten whatever ya wanted.”
Estrella shrugged guiltily. “Beer tastes so bitter, but it’s all they have here.”
“Whadda ya like? Those girly fruit coolers?”
She giggled. “Yeah. The strawberry ones are good.”
Raphael smiled at her. “Duly noted.” They sat in silence for another minute, watching the girl dance. “Ya take any drugs?” Raphael asked.
Estrella looked affronted. “Absolutely not. I want to have a career and get the hell out of this shit hole. I’m not going to waste my money on drugs and throw my life away.” She reached out and felt Raphael’s bicep through his coat. “What about you, Mr. Macho? You can’t get a body like that without steroids.”
“I got good genes and I’ve been training fer years,” Raphael said with a smirk. “You can piss test me if ya want, Ms. Paramedic. I’m clean.”
“How clean?” Estrella asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Pristine. You?”
“I ain’t got no diseases, if that’s what you mean,” she said. “I just show ‘em my tatas… nothing else.” She sighed and looked into her beer. “I hate my life, Raphael.”
He nodded and drank his beer. “I hate yer life, too, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do until ya finish school.” He put his hand on hers. “And then no one ever has to know ya did this to get by for a while. You can forget it ever happened.”
Estrella looked into his eyes. “What do you look like under that costume, Raphael?”
He smiled sadly. “I’m real ugly. Ya wouldn’t like what ya’d see.”
“Jeez, you make it sound like you’re The Elephant Man or something,” she chuckled. “You can’t be that bad looking with guns like that.” She ran her painted nails over his bicep for emphasis.
“I can guarantee that ya’d scream and run if ya saw me,” he said. “And ya wouldn’t be da first one.”
“Estrella!” The bartender shouted. “Time’s up - get movin’!”
She stood right away. “I gotta go - he’s the boss,” she said. “I’ll try to bring Miguel by the book store tomorrow for story time if I can stay awake long enough.”
“You can leave him with me if ya want,” Raphael found himself saying. “I can keep him safer than any of yer old lady babysitters.”
“You’d stay home with my kid on a Friday night while I get naked in front of a bunch of old perverts?” she asked.
Raphael nodded. “Yeah, I actually would.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “It’d be helping you.”
“Estrella!” the bartender roared.
“I’ll think about it,” she said as she slinked away to work the crowd again.
Raphael checked the time on his shell cell before he left. He’s gotten six minutes for twenty bucks. He shook his head and sighed. It was worth every penny.
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