#rot!sam

Sam interrupted calmly with a deadpan expression. As she usually did since this brotherly interaction was nothing new to her, especially from Michaelangelo and Raphael. Infact, at times their relationship reminded her much of her own interactions with her and her own brothers. Insults and roughhousing.

It was all in good fun and never nothing personal.

The two quickly straighten up at being surprised by Sam’s sudden presence. Mostly Mikey did, as the familiar voice made the orange masked turtle perk up with excitement. Getting to see her out of her stuffy office “And a very Goodmorning to you too Sammy!” He said brightly. His voice might’ve been higher then how he wanted it to be so he quickly coughed to clear his throat. Deepening his voice on purpose. “I mean, Goodmorning Sam.”

Sam couldn’t help but raise a brow and smile at Mikey.

While Raphael rolled his eyes but quickly smiled at his younger brother’s attempt to hide his excitement at seeing Sam. Knowing 1000% the bozo had been thinking about her all morning.

Turning his attention back on the said tall brunette, Raph raised his head in a nod. “Yo”

Sam glanced over to the red wearing turtle and bowed her head to return said greeting. Looking down at the folder she held in her hand and flipping it open. “As you know-we are having a small dinner party with a few important guests later this week. Me and Gabriel convinced my Uncle to add some of your and your brothers’s favorite dished to the menu so we can accommodate everyone’s tastes.”

The tall woman pulled a pen out that was slipped into her dress shirt pocket and scribbled something in the folder she held. “I want you boys to be comfortable and not deal with food you dislike while having this important meeting. That would be unfair, wouldn’t it?”

“Coo. Ya know tha deal, Boss. You n’ Gabe already know what I like n’ how I like it.” Raph nodded in agreement. “…Thanks.” One of the few times he agreed with Sam, was when she considered his and his brother’s wants and needs as well. Not leaving anyone out, nor focusing on just one person to kiss ass to. Actually, she didn’t kiss anyone’s ass for that matter nor did she treat others differently based on status and that was something he quietly respected of her.

He couldn’t say the same to Ol’ Headass. He didn’t give fuck about him and his brothers. He treated them as they were beneath him always even if the old fuck said out loud that he “Cared for them”. No, he didn’t. It was always just business, money and power with that asshole.

Sam nodded and wrote in Raph’s Skillet Garlic butter steak and shrimp usual on a side sheet. “Very well.” Pointing the end side of her pen towards Mikey. “The usual for you as well Michelangelo? Honey bbq Baby back ribs with a side of crab mac and cheese?” Her brown eyes raised from her folder to look at the turtle for his answer.

Noting the soft and warm look in his eyes as he stared at her. The brunette immediately averted her gaze and ignored the heat that colored her cheeks lightly to try and focus on her task.

Mikey noticed this and his smile grew more. Taking a step closer to Sam as he leaned forward. “You got it.” He did a look around them to make sure the coast was clear before giving the brunette a quick wink. “You know us best, Boss! You know exactly what I like in my mouth…I can’t wait.” A slow grin spread across his lips.

“…Right.” Sam cleared her throat as she did her best not to out loud react to the turtle’s bold flirting. Glaring at him at bit as he quietly chuckled.

Though Mikey and her had a hidden relationship, there were times where this asshat could slip in a tease or two when out of public. They always caught her off guard when she didn’t expect them.

Sam finished writing in their dish preferences and shut the folder closed. Settling it under her arm at her side before bowing her head once more towards the turtles. “Thank you, I will let Gabriel know right away.” She said with a straight expression.

After the large terrapin’s said their Thanks once more, the brunette walked around the behemoth turtles and began to walk away. Remembering something she immediately stopped in her tracks. Clearing her throat once more. “Pussy whisperer, hm?”

The two mutant brothers froze in place from taking another step. Taking a moment to let sink in what Sam said, Raphael was the first to glance back with a surprised look on his face. Quickly hiding it with a fake confused expression since the brunette kept her back to them. “Wha? What tha fuck is th-“

“A feral cat, eh?” Sam once again interrupted. The corners of her lips perked up as they curved into a smile and she kept her dark eyes forward towards the hallway. Moving her head side to side, in a way agreeing with half that statement. “Feral…I suppose yes but, cat? I’m not sure about that one, boys.”

Raph and Mikey were silent now. The smiles they had were long gone now. Mikey’s eyes were wide when he realized that Sam somehow had heard that conversation he and Raph had from a few days ago….They were in trouble weren’t they?

Oh shit.

Michaelangelo slowly turned to look back at Sam who stood not too far from them. Not looking directly at them as she spoke. His Sam, the oddly calm one who hardly reacted to things but when she was mad she didn’t hold her tongue back.

Boy, she really waited when it was just the two of them and her to strike. Took her time and was oddly calm with it. She was beautiful as she was scary!

Sam brushed long strands of her dark, almost black, hair from her face and moved them behind her ear. “I’ve been here longer before you boys were brought here. You aren’t the first to have been around with…the women around here.” She finally turned slightly to the side and gave them a sharp glance. Smile still present. “I may not be the last but-“ The brunette’s eyes narrowed when her smile grew. “-you certainly aren’t the first.”

Turning a little more to face the turtles, she was quietly amused by their wide eyed stares. Mostly by Michelangelo’s, whom is quick witted and was all flirtatious just a minute ago.

Fascinating what few words can shift someone’s mood real quick.

Thinking of her words carefully and licking her dry lips. “Listen closely from someone with better experience with Satisfying women…Just words alone won’t please and make a ‘feral pussy’ happy-Actions do. So shut your yaps y pongase a trabajar. Especialmente esa boca tuya, como me dijiste tortuga.” Her eyes glanced towards Michelangelo and this time, she was the one to give him a wink.

The brunette hummed smoothly before turning back to the direction she was heading and walked away. Making a bit of a show by swaying her hips, mainly for Mikey’s eyes only, until she was out of sight.

Time to tell the girls. Sam chuckled to herself.

Mikey blinked a few times as he repeated Sam’s words over and over in his head. Though she went after the both of them, those last words were directly thrown at him. God that smile of hers…that wink she threw back him and the fucking sway of her hips could’ve had him running and pouncing her if they weren’t out in public eye.

Raphael had also watched the tall woman walked away out of view before glancing slowly over to his brother. A grin appeared on his scar lips as he nuged him with a elbow. “Luckily she didn’t cut our dicks off but-“ He glanced toward the hallway again while rubbing his chin. “-it seems like we got our work cut out fer us, Mike. She told us ta get better or shut up.” He laughed once more.

At times he forgot Sam was here before them. Some of the women he himself has been with has spoken their experiences with her and they were never bad ones. Some says she was very disrespectful-but in a very pleasant way.

Well excuse the fuck out of him and excuse her for jabbing at him like that. He knew his shit too. The fuck!

Fully turning to Mikey whom was still frozen in place and nudged him once more. Trying to snap him out of his trance. “Translate fer me romeo, I got the first sentence as ‘get down to work’ but what did she say in tha second?” Raphael asked curiously.

Almost forgetting his older brother was next to him for a moment. Michelangelo swallowed thickly before parting his lips. “She said…’Especially that mouth of yours, as you said to me.’” He answered, not removing his eyes from the now empty hallway. He was about ready to lock himself in his room for the rest of the day.

He needed some privacy asap!

Raph let out a laugh while patting his baby brother’s shell. He was throughly amused by the whole situation now that it ended. Truthfully he wasn’t scared of what would’ve happened to him if he was in trouble. More like, sucks we got caught but it’s whatever type of situation.

But the larger terrapin couldn’t help but be tickled at his younger brother’s position. Not a scent of worry now but something devilish replaced it. Boy was horny now! HA! Who was horn-dog now, bozo! “Best cool it off first before ya rub one off, bro.” He chuckled.

Mikey groaned before rubbing his hands over his face. “Broooo, shut uuuup.” He muffled out a whine, embarrassed that his brother knew. Damn our fucking strong mutant sniffers!

The tall woman kept her calm demeanor with her hands clasped on her lap and one leg crossed over the other. “Responde a la pregunta, tortuga.” Leaning back in her seat comfortably. “I, much more then others, hear a lot of gossip around here so please speak up…you kinky motherfucker.” Her brows raised slightly when the terrapin glared.

He and Raphael were the easiest to annoy but she meant well. They annoyed her at times as well.

If the turtle could burn a hole through Sam he would. “It’s time I gift you permanent earplugs it seems…Fine.” Lifting his head back to the young woman, he sighed. “I don’t normally do roleplay but I won’t knock the idea down if it comes up. But-“ He raised a finger up sternly. “It depends on what type of scene we are going for. Both parties must be comfortable and committed for the play.”

The terrapin quickly turned to Sam. “Next”

Sam shrugged with her hands raised and continued to smile. “Before my associate here rips my head off-I might as well answer then. Not that I have a choice in the matter.” She chuckled lightly. “I am in the same boat. I don’t really do roleplay but, if it comes up then I will try it.” She nodded slowly while scratching the side of her neck.

Pointing down meaning she was point at the place they were in. “The Ghosts that live in this house are not as extreme as the ones on that film but, there are some who stand out more then the rest...” The brunette’s lips curled into a amused smile as she recalled every ghost she’s come into contact with throughout the years. “Most don’t show themselves unless they want you to see them-but when they do…well, good luck.” She chuckled.

“There are four types” The woman raised a hand with four fingers before curling one finger down. “This first, the well known, is the Shadow People”

She licked her dry lips before continuing. “They only show themselves at night.” Chestnut eyes moving towards a corner of her office and ignore the confused looks of her guests as they also looked over to that corner and then back at her.

It looked at though she was just staring off at blank space but in reality she was recalling a memory.

Sam continued. “They appear in many shapes and forms but, most of the time they have a silhouette of a person.” She scratched under her chin and kept her smile. “From my own experience, I would see then when my body went through sleep paralysis but there have also been instances that I’ve seen them while awake.” The brunette squinted and turned her attention back to her quests. Hair brushed her shoulders as she shook her head. “They don’t talk, and they move in a very unnatural manner when walking towards you.”

The tall woman chuckled at the odd but interested looks she was now given. Some skeptical ones which was to be expected since many didn’t believe in the supernatural but, she planned on continuing whether they believe her or not. Hell, this can’t be the craziest thing they are hearing right? They are working with talking mutant turtles, are they not?

And those boys have seen their own weird shit back in the day. Best to be warned then not if they planned on staying in this place…

Raising her hands before dropping them back on her lap. “No worries though, they’re harmless.” She sighed. “From experience, the most you will get from them is a lot of sleepless nights and what you can do to shoo them away is ignore their existence…or not sleep in this mansion.” She shrugged.

Now lifting three fingers and putting a second one down. Now two were left. “Lost souls, they look like any other person you’d meet on the street or at a store but, only difference is that their skin is pale and cold at touch.” The longer strands of her hair brushed her cheek as she cocked her head to the side slightly. “They speak very few words but when they do they seem very confused and lost on where and who they are.”

The tall women went quiet for a moment to study each one’s expression one by one. Clearing her throat “Same as the Shadow people, Lost souls are very harmless but- can make you feel a little crazy when having a full conversation with them…and then they suddenly disappear in the next second.” She nodded slowly. “They will leave you alone if ignored.”

Setting a third finger down. “The Mangled…ha, weelll…the Mangled are quite fun.” The tall woman leaned back in her seat, and her grin never leaving her lips the more she thought about them. Which probably seemed odd for her guests given the circumstances. Almost like she enjoyed this in a way and she probably did…to a point.

Seeing ghosts or spirits were nothing new to her nor her family. (Not her uncle, he never saw them or they chose not to reveal themselves to him)

Sam had seen them since she was a baby and now at the age of thirty it was as normal to her as meeting a live person. Her childhood home was just as haunted as this mansion. Hence why she wasn’t afraid of them but, there was some worry when they would go after clients if they were out of control.

“So far, from what I’ve witnessed on my own, there are only two of them wandering around but, and I mean BUT” She pointed a finger at them with her brows furrowed, a sign as a warning for them. “-don’t ever underestimate them. Ever.” Her face quickly relaxed back to a smile.

“Mangled are trouble. Unlike the first two, these spirits can possibly cause you physical and mental pain if acknowledged for too long. So don’t do that.” Sam squinted as her smile grew. “Looking at them once is fine if you are confirming it’s a Mangled but completely ignore their existence after that. They will leave you alone. Trust me.”

“What do they look like?” She repeated the question and bit her lip while carefully forming her words.

The sleeves of her dress shirt hugged the muscles on her arms perfectly as she crossed them over her chest. “Mangled have a more…fucked up appearance that can make a stomach churn in a very unpleasant way. Like their name they are disfigured and can be gory like.” She raised her brows.” So if you have a weak stomach? Then you best stay way from the rooms in the second floor on the end of the hallway that have red tape.”

Sam’s eyes slowly glanced side to side at everyone. “And from what I’ve heard directly from the boys…a few of you are a bit squeamish.” She chuckled dryly. “That’s ok.”

The tall brunette paused for a moment and leans her head back against the cushion of her chair. Letting the room fill with silence just for a few seconds as she stared at the ceiling before suddenly snapping her fingers as she remembered something. Lifting her head “Ah, They also don’t talk by the way but-they let out these disturbing and heavy asthmatic sounds, or sounds similar to Kayako’s croak from the Grudge.” She tries to imitate the sounds similar that to the movie with a straight face. “It’s actually fun to hear when you are walking down a quiet hallway at night to get a glass of water.” She said sarcastically.

Oh those poor folks. Especially the young women that would come crying to her after being scared shitless from the sounds.

Reaching for her cup that was still warm from the coffee, Sam took a long sip to catch her breath. Gather her last set of thoughts, she raised her last finger and pointed at her guests. “But the Mangled are the least of your problems.”

Setting her cup aside and clasping her hands on her lap. “There is one room you should stay away from, no matter what your curiosity tells you to do-don’t fucking do it. Stay away from the basement.” She said those last words sternly. Amusement she had a minute or two ago had faded.

“That is where the Demon, or Demons, live.” Sam’s eyes narrowed as the energy around her became more serious. “I know that’s probably weird to hear from a atheist like myself, yes atheist go figure, but there is no other way to describe them.” The tall woman leaned forward.“They have the mannerisms and appearance that of a demonio. Crazy right?” Her brows raised and then quickly lowered right after.

“Don’t be surprised if you hear it from the maids, Gabriel or Michelangelo, they’ve seen them too and stay miles from that basement.” Sam sighed. “The first time I came in contact with them they gave me a few good deep cuts on my lower back when I was helping someone move some boxes downstairs.” The brunette stood up from her chair, turn to the slide slightly and pulled her shirt from under the waist of her pants. Lift her shirt to show the slightly faded scars on her lower back.

“The second was a bite on my right shoulder when alone.” She murmured with slight annoyance at the ruined shirt since it was ripped from the attack. No so much the scars.

Lowering herself back to her seat and crossing a leg over the other. “Now demons are the tricksters. They may seem to have the form of a normal person but they hide their faces in the shadows.” She said while fixing the wrinkles of her dress shirt. “Hiding their black void eye sockets and their stretched out mouths that let out such a scream that could make your ears bleed when next to them.”

Bringing her attention back on her clients. Sam once again gave them a neutral smile as the air in this room was now a bit…tense. “As I said, stay away and ignore the ones I warned you about since you are living here for the time being…and you will be just fine.”

Not completely but ok enough to handle the crazy shit.

“Unless you say fuck it and wish to party with the demonios then knock your socks off…buuuut, I wouldn’t recommend.” Sam stared at them blankly. “I know none of this came with the contract nor with the conversations you all have had with your boys because it’s best to leave this matter be. Although half of them don’t believe in the things I say but it is what it is.” She raised hands with a nonchalant shrug. “That or come to me so I will deal with it and I’ll move you to a safer room.” She tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes as she smiled more as to be friendly.

She was trying at least.

“But—I’m now starting to realize that that may be the truth.” Mikey rubbed a hand over his mouth and chin, smiling big with rosy cheeks. “I was honestly worried about that because ooh boy nony…this turtle right here-“ He pointed at himself with both hands. “-has a bad habit of falling in love too fast to any sign of affection from the person I’m interested in.” He laughed a bit but sighed, knowing the trouble it caused for him in the past. “It’s caused a lot of issues and pain in past relationships for me-but, Sam already knew about this.” He nodded with a slow smile.

“My girlfriend is a patient and understanding person, incredibly so, but at the same-time she took this habit of mine seriously.” The orange clad terrapin walked over to a bar and pour himself a glass of water. Pouring a second one for his guest and handing them one with a bigger smile and nod. “We both had a calm but serious sit down to talk about this issue right at the beginning of starting the relationship, and she helped me to understand that there was more then just a physical connection in Love but, an emotional and mental one as well.” He took swig of drink and signed softly as the cool water went down smoothly.

“Love builds over time, yeah? And Sam herself wanted to take this slow between us for her own personal reasons. I of course agreed because I care about her so much and didn’t want to scare her off. ” Mikey gently squeezed his cup as he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. “At the same time she was firm on wanting me to be honest and not be afraid to tell her anything. Even though expressing/talking about emotions and opening up in general was difficult her, she still built a safe space for us to be able to talk about anything. To learn and grow together.” He said with a soft exhale.

Lifting a hand and tracing the lines on his palm with his eyes. “Sam has treated me like a person and made me feel like a man more then anyone I’ve dated in this past.” He murmured. “She didn’t say nor make me feel stupid or like some innocent child that wouldn’t understand.” His jaw tighten at the bad past partners he had but he immediately breathed in then out to calm himself. He didn’t need to bring those nasty thoughts right now.

“With her I’m…so happy. I may not know if she also loves me because I’m afraid to tell her but, I know through her eyes, her words, lending an ear to listen, her praises, her soft touches, warm hugs, homemade foods and sweet kisses that she does like-like me.” He chuckled at that last bit. “Her feelings for me feel genuine.” Mikey’s eyes soften as his smile grew into a warm one. “Maybe when the time feels right for both of us…I’ll tell her.”

And maybe if the Headmaster was warmed up to the idea then suddenly surprised by their relationship. Then Sam wouldn’t worry so much to protect him from getting in trouble. When in reality, it was the other way around for him. There was a side of the old man he was starting to see…that didn’t rub him the right way.