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Title: Anonymous Encounter

Summary: One of the turtles helps a girl out of trouble in a bar. She thanks him in a way he can't resist.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): One of the ninja turtles and an unknown woman

Feedback: desired

Disclaimer: The TMNT characters are owned by Mirage Studios. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit.

Bonus points if you can figure out which turtle this is...shouldn't be too difficult. His attitude is pretty obvious.

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The woman walked out onto the main floor in the bar and cut her eyes to the corner. Sure enough, the regular was there. He was a little strange and never said much, but tipped well. She was sure his generous tips were because she didn't press him. He was obviously a loner, maybe had family problems. 'We get those types of people a lot in here,' She mused to herself. The entertainment was crappy but the booze was cheap, so they got their fair share of people trying to escape the world.

She made her way over to the guy in the corner, passing the tables of her other regulars and dodging the various obscene catcalls. 'Comes with the territory,' she thought, looking down and adding to her thought, 'and the outfit.' Currently, she was wearing one of her not so skimpy tops, but it was still too revealing for her personal tastes. Later, when it came time for her to dance onstage, she'd change into a much fleshier one. "Hey there, stranger, the usual?" she asked as she arrived at the guy's table.

Without even glancing up at her, the guy nodded and gruffly responded with a curt "yeah."

Shaking her head, she retreated back to the bar to get the guy his beer. She couldn't help but be curious about him, having never even seen his face. He kept his head covered with that godawful hat he wore and then that trench coat of his covered up the rest of his body. He always sat in the corner where it wasn't lighted well, much to her dismay. In the six months since he'd been coming here, he'd never once looked directly at her, at least not while she was serving. When she was on stage, she could feel his eyes on her. That gave her a heady rush, knowing the guy was checking her out when he thought she couldn't tell. She hated that she had to strip for a living but that's what it was, a living. So she got her satisfaction from the voyeuristic bar patrons. She brought him two of the house specials and placed them in his gloved hand. "Thanks, doll," the guy told her. 'Same routine, same words,' she thought to herself while making the rounds at the other tables. 'It's like a dance that we do, except we don't know any other moves so we keep doing the same ones over and over.'

Unfortunately for the woman, the evening was not going to be the same routine. Her turn to "dance" came up all too soon and she found herself out on the stage wearing next to nothing. Her strides across the floor were halted when a guy that had never been in the bar before and had too much to drink jumped on stage and grabbed her. "Oh shit," she muttered before she felt the pain of his fist against the side of her head. He dropped her suddenly and through her blurred vision, she saw the stranger from the corner seat toss the guy off the stage. He helped her up and moved to the back of the stage, leading her to the dressing rooms. Vaguely she wondered how he knew where the dressing rooms were. He knocked on a few and peeked in them before opening an empty one. He led her to the couch and slipped back out of the room.

She jumped up, clutching her head when the room started spinning. Opening the door, she called out to him, "Hey, wait."

The guy turned partially, just a few feet away, "What?"

"I want to thank you," she said sweetly, trying her damnedest to get him back in the room. For some reason, she had a good feeling about this guy.

"Forget about it," the guy said, starting to walk off again.

Not taking that as a proper answer, the woman ran to him and grabbed him, putting herself in front of him. She looked into his face and was stunned. 'He's not human, oh my god, what the hell is he?' As she was pulled back into the room, she heard the guy growl out a string of expletives.

"Damnit to fucking hell!" He growled out as he pushed the woman back into the room and locked the door behind him. If she was so damn determined to stick her nose in his business, he might as well give her the full effect. He pulled the hat off and tossed it to the couch. "Well?" he asked, waiting for the inevitable scream. He was unbelievably pissed that his cover was blown and all because he tried to help the chick out. He watched through narrowed eyes as her hands covered her mouth and her face paled. 'Here it comes' he thought.

"What are you?" she whispered.

He was surprised that she had the guts not to scream for help. "Turtle."

The woman nodded, not trusting her voice to say anything.

He reached over to the couch and picked up his hat, "Look, I gotta go. I really got no right being topside anyway." He reached into his pocket and handed her a ten dollar bill, "Here's for the drinks."

She grabbed his hands in hers, ignoring the money. "Please..." her voice trailed off. She really had no idea what she wanted, but did know it didn't include him leaving, especially since she didn't think she'd see him again after this. He would end up finding a new place to drown in his misery now that his secret was out.

He smirked at the pleading look on her face. She really had no idea what she was asking. He had been watching her all night and was now horny as hell. His eyes raked down her body, lingering on the thin covering of her black satin lingerie. The only part of her breasts that were concealed were the nipples. His eyes continued downward, pausing at the apex of her legs. She had on a thong. He could barely make out the outline of her pussy lips at the edge of the material. He knew what her ass looked like. He'd been imagining his hands on it for weeks now. He only came to the bar on the nights she danced and so had a real good idea of what she looked like and what she was capable of. He wondered briefly if she had noticed which nights he was there. His eyes ran down her legs, her long shapely legs. When he finally raised his head to look at her face again, he wasn't surprised at the look of shock gracing her features. 'Heh, now she knows what she's asking for,' he thought. He touched the thin strap of thong material at her hip, tucking the money behind it. "Private dance, then?" he requested.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he inwardly cursed at himself. He really didn't think she would go for doing anything private with someone like him, much less what he had been imagining all night. He waited for a reaction, any sign that he needed to stay. 'What the hell am I doing? I need to just get out of here.'

She was stunned. This guy, or turtle, or whatever he was, was asking her for a dance? She jumped as the door knob rattled and a quick knock reverberated throughout the room.

"You all right in there?" came a muffled voice from the other side.

The woman glanced quickly to the turtle standing in front of her. His expression seemed to be daring her to make a move. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said loud enough for the man on the other side to hear. Apparently the guy didn't know she had a visitor, which was fine with her. "I'm going to need a while, though, nasty cut on my head."

"You need help?" the man asked.

"No, I'm good, I'll take care of it. Just give me an hour or so, I need to rest, 'kay?" Her eyes never left the amazing apparation standing in front of her. He grinned at her choice of words. Belatedly she realized that what she had asked for, an hour, an hour alone with him.

"Yell if you need anything." The man said before walking away from the door.

The turtle-man grinned, "I'm pretty sure I can make you yell."

And she was pretty sure that he was now asking for more than just a dance. What she wasn't sure of was what she felt about it. A nervous feeling was working its way up her body. She wasn't ready to classify it as desire yet, but it was getting there, which confused her all the more. She had no idea if this creature could even kiss, much less have sex. She backed away, gesturing to the chair in the corner. "Want to take off your coat and sit?"

He moved away silently and picked up the chair, bringing it to the center of the room, directly in front of the mirror on the dresser. He shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the back of the couch. "I'm more comfortable without these," he said, gesturing to the slacks and oversized boots he was wearing, "Can they come off too?"

The woman numbly nodded, not taking her eyes from the fascinating scene in front of her. As he undressed, a shell was revealed, along with a thick sectioned plate over his chest. The gloves came off and she understood then why he wore them. The slacks came off and she was again puzzled at his anatomy. No visible sexual organs at all, except for a tail. She tried to remember the notes she took on turtle reproduction in high school and couldn't. The boots came off next and she lost her train of thought as his feet were revealed. Again, less digits than humans and completely green. Her eyes were drawn back up to his waist. Two very large weapons were hanging from his belt. She listened to them clink against the chair as he sat back down, propping his feet up on the edge of the dresser. He looked over to her and grinned, "I'm ready for my dance."

She smirked at him, "Were you actually serious? For ten bucks? You know how much I charge for lap dances? More than ten bucks."

His grin faltered for just a moment, "Well, let's say the dance is payment for me saving you from a beating by that thug on the stage 'cause no one else was jumping up to save your ass."

A sigh, then, "You're right. These people don't give a shit about me. They're only giving me an hour because they're afraid I'll get blood on the floor."

"So, if you only got an hour, you better get to it."

She laughed, "You're persistent. Alright, a short one, since you're not paying much for it."

He shrugged, "Fine with me." He watched her move in front of him to the dresser and flip through a couple CD's. His eyes trailed down her backside, over the curve of her ass. He was close enough to touch it if he wanted, but he wouldn't, not yet anyway. He would wait for her to make a move. Before the night was out, though, he was determined that she would be underneath him, his cock buried deep inside her. He'd seen the interest in her eyes and he could smell the interest too. He smiled when he thought about what would go through her mind if she knew that he could smell her arousal. She looked up and caught his eyes in the mirror. Dark brown hair framed her face, falling in layers down her back. Blue eyes, he noticed. She looked back down and flipped through the collection again. She finally decided on one; he heard the click of the player and the whir of the CD. A sensual saxaphone rang out and he grimaced. He would have preferred something like Metallica, but he couldn't imagine that would make good stripping music.

She turned around with a mischievous smile and he forgot all about the music. Her hips swaying, she sauntered closer. He watched as her hands moved over the front of her top, pausing to rub across the fabric covering her nipples. The petite fingers of one hand moved inside the satin material and across the nipple, making it harden. Her other nipple hardened as well when that same hand moved to it. She danced with the music, bending down and undulating to a sensual rhythm.

His hands clenched the seat underneath him to keep himself from reaching out to touch her. She reached behind her, unclasping the section of the outfit that covered her breasts. He sucked in his breath sharply as her nipples were revealed, the taut nubs surrounded by a small circle of brown. She cupped the mounds and lifted them up, squeezing them together. He could imagine laying himself between those soft orbs and wondered what they would feel like surrounding the sensitive skin of his cock.

His eyes followed her hands as they roved over the rest of her body, pausing at the edge of the thong's material. A finger disappeared within the fabric and rubbed against her clitoris. Her eyes closed and she moaned, dropping down low to the floor to get a better angle. He watched in fascination as she fingered herself behind the thin covering of satin. His cock twitched in response to the soft whimpers escaping her parted lips. He needed to see her, all of her. "Show me," he growled. Her heavily lidded eyes fluttered open and she stood slowly. Her fingers grasped the edge of the thong material and tugged lightly.

He watched as soft, smooth skin was revealed with her agonizingly slow movements. The panties were dropped to the floor and kicked away. His eyes focused on the hairless mound of flesh she had revealed and the pink pouting lips that covered her inner folds. She walked to the couch and leaned over it, fluffing a few cushions before sitting down and leaning back. Her fingers wasted no time returning to her clit. She rubbed her index and middle finger across it, stimulating herself.

He could smell her increasing arousal. He closed his eyes against the sight of her fingers on herself and let himself be taken in by the scent and sounds of her body. His cock throbbed in response, actually bordering on painful against his shell. He could feel himself losing control and breathed deeply, trying to calm the ache. He wanted her badly, but wasn't about to make a fool of himself. He vowed again to himself to wait on her move. He opened his eyes and groaned when he saw the wetness coating her fingers, the fingers that were right now moving in and out of her body. He wanted his cock to replace those fingers, to fill her, to make her come, to make her scream. Her fingers went up to her mouth and her tongue lazily rolled across the tips licking the creaminess coating them. The smile that followed that act was an open invitation. He bolted out of the chair, reaching the couch in two steps. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her neck, "Show's over," he growled.

Her surprise was eclipsed only by the rush of excitement that raced through her. She wasn't sure what sex would be like with him, but was more than ready to find out. She reached out to touch his body, to feel the strangely fascinating skin of the creature that was now pressed up against her. His mouth trailed across her neck, alternating between kisses and bites. Her skin tingled at the places his tongue touched. She shivered in anticipation.
Leaning away from her, he removed his belt, letting it fall to the floor. He rearranged her and himself on the couch, propping his entire body over her.

He relaxed his tail and let his cock drop out against her thigh. Her skin was smooth and warm against the head as he stroked it against her leg. His fingers touched her clit and she pushed herself into him, grinding his fingers against it. He slipped one finger inside her and felt it coated in her juices. He removed his finger and backed up off the couch a little so that he could move down to taste it. His tongue plunged deep inside her. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulder, digging deep and holding him still while her hips rotated around under his mouth. Through the fog of his desire he heard her pleading for him to take it to another level. "I need you, please." He looked up quickly, needing to see confirmation. Seeing his own passion reflected on her face, he hastily moved back over her, getting into position.

Her body welcomed the pressure of his cock as it lay at her opening. He gently pushed it into her, feeling her warmth sheath him. Her hands moved around to the back of his legs, pushing him into her. He grinned at her lack of control, grateful that he wasn't the only one lacking patience at the moment. He pushed himself completely into her and took a deep shuddering breath, fighting for any semblence of reason, something to keep him on earth so he could make himself last. "Damn, you're hot," he whispered to her as he slowly withdrew. She was having none of it, though, and gripped his legs, trying to set the pace a little faster. He pulled completely out and sat back between her legs, pulling her up to him. He smiled at her questioning look and positioned her on his lap, settling her back onto his cock. Once again, he was completely sheathed in her hot depths as she bounced up and down on him.

She leaned up into him, brushing his face with her breasts. He gripped them both and licked a trail between them and over each nipple. He kept one hand moving between both breasts as his other hand moved lower to caress her clit. She ground her hips against the bottom of his plastron and his hand. He looked down to where they were joined and watched as her pussy lips caressed his cock. Her rhythm increased and he could feel himself getting closer to his peak.

He felt her muscles start contracting around him and increased the pressure on her clit, wanting to drive her to the edge. She leaned into him, gripping his shoulders and pushed down hard onto him. He watched her face flush as her orgasm hit. Her whimpers were music to his ears. He let go of the control he was holding so tightly in check and let loose his passion inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and willed his body and hers to calm down.

They sat that way a long moment before she finally moved back enough to look at him. He leaned in for a quick kiss. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue met his in a rough caress. She groaned and moved away slowly. "Time's up, hero."

He grimaced as she moved up off him, his cock slipping out of her warmth. He took the towel she offered and wiped himself off before slowly making his way up off the couch.

He picked up his belt and put it back on, then reached for his clothes. He kept his eyes on her as he dressed, watching as she put her waitress outfit back on. "Not dancing anymore tonight?" he asked her.

"No, I think I've had enough of that kind of work tonight. They can do without me for the rest of the evening. How about you? You gonna hang around?"

Nah, I've got to get home. But, you can bet your ass I'll be back tomorrow." His eyes flicked down her body suggestively.

She laughed, reading the message in that look. "Fair enough, tomorrow then."

He shrugged into his coat, slapped the hat on his head, and slipped out the doorway.

"Wait, you never told me your name."

He moved back into the doorway to look at her again, "you never told me your's either." He smiled at her, then turned and walked out the door.
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