Boys night out. Except that Maia is there too.

"Come on, you deserve it, they said. Give yourself a treat, they said. I`ve never been into one of those places, and i sure as hell didn`t think i`d start now."
Ben stared at the sinhole in front of him, a stripclub of the finest sort that Pip had given him a pair of VIP acess cards to, as a reward for killing the werewolf that had been terrorzing a nearby village and killed dozens of people.
Except this reward really wasn´t what he was hoping to get. Too late now.
Maia had come along, probably for her own amusement, probably to look after him.. like he said, he´d never been to a club like this before.. and the line for non-VIP members looked like the ususal, run of the mill teenagers looking for some booze so that their parents would get mad.
Maia and him could use a secondary entrance, the guard there only briefly looked at their card and nodded them in- in an instant, the beat of heavy techno music filled his ears and the smell of artifical smoke from a generator caught his nose. The music was actually at a pleasent volume, even in the main area, so one could actually have a conversation.
Still, the flickering lights and the general atmosphere made him a bit nauscious. Without even getting to the girls yet, he was starting to regret this.
"I`m beginning to think this wasn´t such a good idea afterall...."

“Why the hell did you want to come here anyway, it’s a den of scum and more than likely a place where you’ll get into major trouble.” Maia had no idea why she decided to come along; things were pretty skimpy outfit wise. Some of the girl’s shot her weird looks; she had disdained her normal clothes and had instead gone for latex. She had no idea why, more for the irony than anything else. She had decided in the end that she might as well look out for the whelp, he was well meaning and a nice guy. But he had little experience with people, so the Jewish lady had given in to looking after him.

“If you decide to get a dance or some shit like that, make sure she’s clean” she said with an air of disdain, inside was hot and she immediately regretted her choice of tight clothing. But still the place had a good vibe; then again, if it was enough to appeal to men like Bernadotte it didn’t have to try to hard other than skimpy outfits. Maia got a few looks from the punters; they merely received explicit hand gestures for their troubles. I can understand the appeal of places like this for a man, but if the boy’s ruined by this I’ll kill that bastard Captain

Glancing over to Maia as she adressed him like that, he had to swallow- not because of her warning, but because of the way the purple lights reflected off of her- her muscular body was plain to see in the latex outfit, and it did make him feel a little funny.
Dragging his eyes away from her and instead sitting down on one of the couches, a nice looking lady came over to take their orders almost instantly. VIP, for sure.
"... uh, i guess i´ll have a Sprite, to start it off easy..." One couldn´t imagine what he might do if he would drink here, so he was probably going to start easy for a long time.
Still, it was a nice and quiet corner, with good view at the stage where the girls performed what he marvelled as acrobatic masterpieces on a metal pole while the more common guests were piled around them like a bunch of dogs, giving them their hard earned cash to see more.

Sitting down next to Ben Maia ordered a coke; she wanted to stay clear headed to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid. She was surrounded by perverts and wasn’t in a position to get drunk, she could fight them off but that would cause a scene. “Don’t get too drunk Ben, people have a habit of stealing your wallet.” As she got her drink Maia began to sip it, the sofa was red leather. She sank into it and started to relax a little bit, there wasn’t much danger around that she could see. He had noticed him glancing at her, with a little grin she elbowed him. “It appears my choice of dress makes you feel uncomfortable,” she placed a hand on her stomach and felt the taut muscle. It was awkward wearing such revealing clothing, you couldn’t see much but the figure hugging material left little to the imagination.
She looked up at the ceiling as she realised he was looking at the dancing girls, her eyes rolled slightly. Still though, she couldn’t blame him. Males generally had a habit of looking at women with skimpy clothes, it was a bad habit they all had.

"Yeah i know. Besides i might do something i regret if i drink something." Ben admitted, leaning back a bit to let the enviroment take him in. It wasn´t that bad, he´d guess.. at least he wasn`t alone here. His eyes wandered for a while, from the pole to the other guests, the dancing stage in the background where guys could dance a little with the strippers, a bar, of course, and... a backroom, which seemed to have several booths in it with curtains in front of them. What those were used for he didn´t know, private shows possibly.
At Maia`s question though, he blinked and shook his head.
"Oh, oh no, no not at all.. you look good in it, it... just attracts my eyes, in a way."
It was a good thing he couldn´t see too much in this lighting, or else he might´ve taken a closer look.
Either way, he decided, coming here with Maia instead of going with Captain Bernadotte like it was planned was the best idea he had in a while.

"Oh, oh no, no not at all.. you look good in it, it... just attracts my eyes, in a way."

Maia smiled as she heard his response, the strippers were out dancing now, men were drunk, and the strippers were trying to get as much money out of them as possible. Maia turned to sit crossed legged on the sofa facing him, she had taken her hair out of its usual braid. She put it over her shoulder, as she spoke. “So it attracts your eyes? Don’t be shy, it’s not as if I’m going to kill you just for looking.” She spoke with a little smile, the night could prove to me more productive than she had first thought.

“On second thought, why don’t we get you a stronger drink? I’ll make sure no-one steals your wallet while we’re sat down” she cooed gently. Calling over the lady who had gotten them drinks before; Maia asked for a double Whiskey and Coke. She wasn’t in the mood to drink her, but the lad would loosen up a little if he got some alcohol in him; “Drink this, it’ll loosen you up a bit”

No, you`d kill me for less than that.
With that thought in mind, she proposed a stronger drink, which.. quite honestly wasn´t a very good idea, but she did say she was going to keep an eye on him.
"...Fine, if you insist."
The girl he´d been looking at had opened her hair, for a reason he couldn´t fantom- then he took a sip of whiskey and the taste hit him like a steamroller. He never thought whiskey would bite this much, it was burning on the tongue and then some... the coke helped a little, but he still found some salvation in drinking sprite after that.
"Jesus, no wonder those guys in the Wild Geese barely flinch when a bullet goes through their shoulders. If they feel this kind of pain on a regular basis, thats just another drill for them..."
Somehow, he couldn´t help but think Maia just got prettier- her abs prooved to be quite entrancing curves, her breasts being a smooth addition to those lines... through the latex, he could even see her belly button clearly, which gave him an impression how tight that fabric really was.

Seeing his reaction to the whiskey Maia kept the strange smile on her face, she played with a lock of her hair as she watched him drink. For all intents and purposes he was merely a regular kid, but more than that he was a kid that had been thrust into a strange and unforgiving world. But before she could ask him anything the music got too loud as a new stripper took to the stage, she seemed to yawn. Her arms pressing out behind her back, her bust was pressed out and for a second she wasn’t entirely sure if she didn’t do it on purpose.

The black latex defined her body, every curve and muscle. “Come on, why don’t we don’t go somewhere where we can hear ourselves think? Somewhere a little more private.” Maia said with a small wink at him, she got up and asked an employee if they could go to a more private room before Ben could answer. She added a little sway to her hips as she walked, going to wherever they were lead to. “Coming or am I going to have to leave you here drooling over the eye candy? Just remember that sadly they have that no touching policy”

One moment he was thinking about how stunning she looked in her outfit, pressing out her chest like that, the other she was practically dragging him away on his arm, and it didn´t take much of a genius to figure out what she was up to,.

"'I.. i`m not... sure if you should, Maia, i mean.. i .."
Her hips, her butt and her muscular thighs encased in latex, Ben`s resistance faded quickly. He was a pathetic guy, that much he could agree on. He didn´t even last more than a second before he gave into that woman that was asking him to come along to somewhere incredibly profound.
"...you´ll have to tie me up to keep that policy. I don´t think i have the willpower to keep it myself." Ben said, swallowing hard, but standing up, gulping down his drink in one go, and following her- even if she was walking into the pits of hell.

“There’s a good boy, now come on. We have a lot of time to kill before daylight” Maia held out a hand to lead him in a semi stupor after the employee, they went away from the main room and down a few shadily lit corridors. People making rather strange noises could be heard from inside the different rooms, until they stopped in front of a rather ominous looking black. Opening it the woman awkwardly wished them a happy stay; she then promptly left them in peace. But not before Maia placed a large drinks order and slipped her a 20. Leading Ben into the room Maia closed the door after them, she then surveyed the room. It was sparsely lit with candles; there was also a big bed and a few stools. Overall it was made to look like something from a Victorian mansion, it was impressive.

She opened the door again when she heard a knock a minute later, quickly taking the booze she went back inside. The alcohol was placed on a small trestle table, taking a bottle of cider she uncorked it and gave it a little sniff. It smelt like quality, handing it to Ben she went up closer to him.
“Drink it all up,” she whispered in his ear. Before pulling away to get something for her, while in here they’d be safe from pickpockets. Just as long as she didn’t get him too drunk, they had tomorrow to sleep it off anyway for a small additional charge.

...Holy... fricking... shit.
Was she serious about this? She just led him into a backroom which was obviously for more than just stripping or flirting. She had to be serious, handing the girl such a big tip and ordering drinks and everything. The smell of cider filled the room, but all he could think about is that he could not fuck this up. Under any cirumstances, do not fuck this up, he told himself, nodding once and downing the drink once more- it was beginning to take effect, he felt that, things seemed to be a bit out of focus and a dizzy sensation settled in. At the same time, he felt like he could do anything. He felt like the guy who could go to war, get home and do the prom queen.
And they didn`t even have those in britain.
"Maia- are you trying to tell me something with this?" He asked, licking his lips as they still tasted of his drink, the many candles of the room reflecting on her dress almost like a mirror.

“Who knows Ben, just Maybe” Maia said before taking a big sip of her own drink, she put it down on the table and took her shoes off. The black high leg boots came off and her toes wriggled, they finally had freedom from the dark confines. She took the other one off a little slower, allowing the latex to grow even tauter around her legs. It came off and she threw it aside along with the other, going to sit on a stool as she looked across at Ben. She drank slower as she placed one arm under her bust; she was waiting for him to make the first real move himself.

If he didn’t take some control he wouldn’t become a man, and that was going to benefit him a lot. Her head felt funny, things were getting steamier. Keeping herself from losing control was getting harder, she licked her lips and merely kept her posture. Maia crossed her legs and flicked her hair over her shoulder again, it was slightly tangled and she didn’t have a brush. Then again it didn’t have a shower either, it was a shame, they would have had a lot more options that way.