Benny & Tanya (Part II)

[07:04] Tanya Slater came to a sudden and jerky stop.
They had made it to yet another alley, directly adjacent to a small, hard-used apartment building. It looked about as dangerous as the last place they'd been, but something about the woman's body language suggested that this was her idea of a better place for the two of them to be. The Obfuscation around them dropped and brought them back into view, and then she strolled towards the building, still pulling him along. She wasted no time tugging him right through the entrance of the building and into the nearest elevator, pressing the Floor 2 button and then pushing Door Close several times until the doors finally shook themselves shut.
For a moment, she was silent again, but that moment didn't last very long. She turned and looked at him, her gaze full of tranquil annoyance.
"I don't know if you're one of us Kindred or not," she began, folding her arms. "But you're clearly very familiar with at least one of us. I can smell her on you. And that means you need to know the rules...Do you know what the Masquerade is? It means 'humans don't know about us, and we like it that way'. It means 'vampires don't go around letting people know they're vampires'. It means..." she paused, looking as if she was still searching for the right words. "It means you're lucky I found you, or you could've had some really old and really bad faces looking in your direction."
The doors to the elevator started to lurch open, but she pushed the Door Close button again. Slowly, they shook back closed as she continued. "And before you say it, because I know you will, I don't care if you're human or not. You might not be Kindred, but the humans wouldn't know the difference if it cut their cheek open. And the people you'd have after you if someone saw too much...they know that. They know it very well, and it doesn't make them any nicer to be around."
[07:12] Benny Jezebel hadn't a wink, of that sort of madness is to come, beyond the one of the lady.
Ben was visibly distraught of being in the dirty, dingy backways of the city, grime against the perfectly clean 'boy.' Ben was looking around all the while, still following along the tugging hand, as if he had much choice for the matter, right into the building's elevator.
"The fuck. IS A KINDRED?!" Ben looked up, everything about him screaming fright and annoyance. "One of you? The bloody shit does that mean? Smell who? If you're smelling Mimi, I..." Ben suddenly seemed frightened, recoiling away from Tanya. "Nevermind, fuck." Ben shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have...NO clue what you are talking about. Kindred, Masquerade, whatever. But, wait." Something clicked. "Vampires? Like, uh, Chas? Is she that 'Kindred' you're talking about?" Ben laughed, pulling out his phone to look at his reflection, scratching of flakes of semi-dry blood. "Old and bad faces aren't new, are they? Would you believe I'm technically 21?" Another pause.
"You saying I'm in bloody danger?"
[07:31] Tanya Slater was suddenly right in his face. Their eyes were inches apart, and her gaze was unbearably wide.
"You really are fresh off the plane, aren't you...?" She said slowly. "You've met one of us, and she's told you nothing. Not the first thing about how things work with us. You're even worse off than I was when I was brought into the fold. You--" She stopped herself, closing her eyes as she did. She backed away slowly, then resumed talking again, her eyes still shut tight like she was trying her best to keep them from jumping out of their sockets. "I don't know who 'Chas' is, but if that's who's left you so uninformed, then I don't know what to say about her. Yes, you're in 'bloody danger', especially if you're as clumsy every night as you were today. I can't let you walk around. You need disciplining. You--" Another pause. Then she opened her eyes, and the world went hazy.
"You look...woozy. Did you drink something funny?"
It was as if she was speaking in red. Bright, scarlet red. And when she spoke, a drunken stupor settled around them. Had he drank something? Why was the elevator starting to spin?

Suddenly, everything faded, until the whole world was black.

When the world returned, the girl was standing nearby, towering over him in all her alt-punk finery. And then, slowly but surely, it became apparent that he was bound, in ropes that felt like they could have tethered a helicopter.
"I hope you don't mind this." She said, in a tone that was at least somewhat genuine. "It's for your own good. Mine too, but mostly yours."
[07:40] Benny Jezebel flinched, back against the wall.
"Chas...I can barely understand what she says! Always just...she's a bloody riddle and a half." Ben was frightened and confused, reflected on his face, too young for what he called himself, yet, still oddly adult, if not artificially so. "Ah, great, someone's gonna try and gut me and stick me on a kabob, how peachy." Discipline? The boy knew how to defend-
"Drink, something..?" Ben laughed, expression going far lax. "I don't..."


THUNK.
Ben woke slowly later, struggling gently, head perked up, bright emerald eyes far more 'awake' than the rest of him, specs lost between...somewhere and here. "Why am I all tied..? We get down and...." Wait, these...weren't fun ropes. These were Guantanamo Bay ropes. "What the, lady, where the shit?"
[08:09] Tanya Slater had already walked away. She peeked out of the blinders of a nearby window, her gaze harsh and manic, and then she retreated to a nearby seat. Her every action had grown increasingly erratic, even more so than she had been before, and she looked like she could jump out of her skin at any moment. She took a few deep breaths (though the reason behind this made less sense by the moment, given her apparently physiology), and then she crossed her legs, reached up to finger at the hairbands keeping her ponytail upright, and removed them one by one until her hair came cascading down over her shoulders.
She looked like a dead and corrupted angel, or a cracked and distorted reflection of some once-beautiful starling. The heaviest thing about her was her boots, and the lightest thing about her was her skirt. And her skin...In the newfound light of the apartment room they had locked themselves in, it had become more than apparent that her skin just didn't have the amount of color it was supposed to. Her eyes were haggard and subtly too wide, and her hands were shaking as they moved.
The room they were in was decorated with items of every description, the same way a teenager's might have been if they'd had far more interests than they should have. From the one angle his current position allowed, there could be seen plenty of posters of female rock stars and a couple of models for good measure. Assorted dolls and figurines stood on every surface, each one dressed in a completely different outfit from the last. A small cloth was tacked to the wall with a print of a heart with a knife through the center, and below it sat a black and red teddy bear with an eye that had been replaced with a large button.
This must have been her room. There was no way it couldn't have been.
"Please calm down." she responded idly, looking elsewhere as she talked. "I know this is probably a lot to take in, but you're going to be fine. I just need to keep you here for a while, until I can teach you what you need to know and...make sure you're going to be okay."
[08:16] Benny Jezebel looked around the room, at least where he was allowed to, very, very obviously close to being afraid, and soon, even far beyond simple fear, outright dread.
His gaze was quickly taken up by Tanya's appearance, the gaunt, dead look, skin all the wrong color, eyes deep, hands shaken. Oh, fuck, a crack addict. PEACHY.
No wonder why she was talking about nonsense. Cult? Probably a cult.
"You expect me to be calm, and here I am, stuck, tied down, in your room, and the last thing I remember is bein' drunk? Of course I'll be calm, I'll even take out a magazine and take a bit of light reading!" Ben barked, teeth grit, showing off perfect pearly whites, untainted, save for a chipped tooth, with silver fillings. "THIS IS NOT FINE."
[08:34] Tanya Slater
"Shut up!"
The force behind her words was alarming. Her energy was still everywhere, but suddenly she didn't seem so weak anymore. She stood up, lengths of hair still falling past her neckline, and she looked down on him with terrible, frightening anger.
"I'm trying to help you, you fucking idiot!" She snapped. "You were walking around all unaware like some babe in the woods, with sharp objects in your pockets that you have no fucking idea how to use, and you wandered into the one part of this city that's monitored by Kindred--" she stopped for a second. "Vampires...who eliminate anything that endangers their secrecy. What would've happened if those people came after you, your regeneration and your fucking lack of coordination, huh?! They'd either kill you because you've probably already broken the Masquerade four times by now, or they'd kill you because you met a vampire, she didn't tell you the first thing about why you need to keep your quirks to yourself and now you're a danger to us all. And don't give me any shit about how you're not a danger to us, because that's not how they'll see it. That's never how they see it! They..."
The woman trailed off slowly. For a moment, she looked like she was doing everything she could to bite her tongue. Then she took another breath, long and deep, and started speaking again, this time in a normal (if not entirely steady) tone of voice.
"I need to go for a while. You..You need to stay here. Just trust me, okay? Everything's moving too fast and I don't know how to say what I'm trying to say anymore, but I'm trying to help you. I need you to understand that."
[08:41] Benny Jezebel: /me
"FUCK OFF!"
Ben was screaming, tears in his eyes, looking up. "It's not my fault I don't know what I'm doing! Both parents died too young, bam, I can't die, all my friends are a drunk, batshit, or a FUCKING MUTE! You think anyone of them can teach me what to do?! I stabbed myself because you caught me OFF GUARD, I don't know what the fuck a Kindred is still, and, bah, phooey to them! You think I can't bounce back from death if I can get a cheek cut done up? I CAN'T PLAY RULES IF I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THE RULES!" Ben shouted, voice tapering off as it cracked. "I can't control it! It's autonomous, how do you hide healing wounds?!"
Ben inhaled, grunting. "Fine. Oh, oh bloody fine, right. You fuck off, do your thing, and I'll stay put. Hell, maybe we can meet these fancy fucks who wanna dice me, why not? See if they kill me right on the soles of my shoes!"
[08:58] Tanya Slater glared at him for the barest second, her face set in a mask of manic fury, before turning on her heel, wrenching her door open and storming outside. The door slammed shut behind her, and the whole room shook as it did.
For a while, everything was silent. The woman appeared to have left the entire building, and nothing she had left behind made any noise. Even her clock, decidedly conventional as it was, sounded surprisingly subdued in the empty room.

CRRRSH!!!

Something outside, something very heavy and metallic, seemed to explode and tumble in the night. It was loud and shocking sound that seemed to echo in the midnight air, and soon enough, it was followed by another.

KRRSH!!!

This time the noise was further away, but it was still plenty loud and more than a little bit scary. Something was happening outside, and it wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.
[09:05] Benny Jezebel glared back, just waiting for something to happen. A strike to the face, mostly. But luckily nothing of the sort happened, only...well.
A crashing of the door. How lovely.

"Ben, you fucking dumbass, now she's gonna kill you. You absolute walnut." But, oh, oh shit. That sounded...terrible. The shit was she doing now, blowing up trashcans? Ripping them? "Ah, fuck." Ben simply went lax, head thrown back, eyes shut. "Death, stop teasing me and take me now."
[09:19] Tanya Slater
KRRNTCHH!!!

Something large and hulking flew near the window, blocking the streetlight glow for a brief moment. A car alarm sounded from inside of it, bright and blaring and uncompromisingly noisy, and then it landed somewhere outside with an eardrum-shattering smashing sound. The alarm came to a sudden stop the moment the thing landed, cut off at the height of its wail.
And then everything was quiet again. There was no movement outside, nor was there even the smallest bit of motion anywhere else that was within earshot. The silence grew almost oppressive in its length, as if anything and everything were sheltered and holding its breath, waiting for a storm to pass.
[09:22] Benny Jezebel
"BLOODY FUCK!" Ben screamed as the sudden noise of a car alarm, landing and deafening him for a brief moment, looking towards the window.
"I am going to bloody throw myself off a cliff if that was my car." Oh, that silence, so frightening after the sudden, ear-piercing noise of metal on concrete. Nothing, nothing moved, not even Ben himself. "She going on a rampage?"
[09:32] Tanya Slater
Suddenly there was another sound, a heart-stopping thud of something hard hitting metal, followed by another and another. There was a sinking sensation with each hit, as if something hard and solid and otherwise unyielding was being forced in on itself with each impact. Metal crunched and whined over and over again. It was like hearing a mechanical child being beaten to death.
[09:37] Benny Jezebel yelped, the boy shrieking from his bounds, heart leaping with each noise of impact, cringing as the screeches and whines all muddied together. "HEY! QUIT THAT! FUCK!" Ben shouted, as if to sound like an average apartment dweller, fear tempering his voice. God, he's dead meat if something comes up.
[09:52] Tanya Slater
The pounding stopped suddenly, leaving everything quiet and still again.
The silence felt even heavier after all the noise and terror that had cut through it only a moment prior. It seemed to stretch on forever, turning the seconds into minutes and the minutes into hours. The atmosphere had become stiff and rigid, and even the distant sounds of the city had grown fainter than before...Then there were footsteps outside of the door, growing closer with each second. For a moment, it felt as if the door would suddenly explode inwards in a shower of splinters, followed by the woman rushing through and tearing him limb from limb...
But the shower of splintered door fragments never came. Instead, the door opened and she stepped through again, her movements still sharp and feverish. The door closed behind her as she quietly sat down in the chair she had left behind, her limbs tucking close to each other. Soon enough, it became apparent that her hands were bruised and bloody.
[10:00] Benny Jezebel started to struggle properly, feverish beastly whines, fear driving him to just MOVE! All but moot efforts, forcing him to struggle all the more, a drowning person in a sea of fear and anxiety. Ben kept struggling even as footsteps came closer and closer, poised and ready to explode, as if Tanya was to burst through the door, and start just tear his flesh to bits, making bloody, fresh mince meat-
Except, nothing? The blood red thoughts of fear ebbed, finally with Tanya stepping through, sharply moving, sitting back down, with her bloody knuckles.
"So, I, uh, h-have fun?"
[10:21] Tanya Slater didn't answer. But while her hair was in her face, what little could be seen of her expression didn't look like one she'd be wearing if she'd been having fun. She looked angry and scared and more than a little bit paranoid, and--
"Kindred..." she said suddenly. "is the 'proper' word for vampires. Kindred society is vampire society. That's us. Me and your friend 'Chas' and every other person who fits the description...The Camarilla-- the old and bad faces-- are the law-people of Kindred society. They maintain this thing called the Masquerade. The Masquerade is a law that governs all of us Kindred and anyone else who associates with us. It basically tells us we can't be seen doing anything obviously supernatural by anyone who's not already a part of the society. They say it's supposed to keep us from being wiped out by humanity..."
She went silent again for a while. She looked as if she was trying to figure out what she wanted to say. Or maybe she was just trying to gather her thoughts. "If someone, in Kindred society or allied with it, lets any humans see them doing anything supernatural, that 'breaks' the Masquerade. You have five chances with the Masquerade. If any vampire or anyone allied with vampires breaks the Masquerade five times, the Camarilla will haul them in front of their court and execute them." She stopped again. "You were in Camarilla territory, and you have the smell of another Kindred on you. If anything had happened to you, and the humans in that area had seen you regenerate, you would have gotten the Camarilla's attention. I can tell from looking at you that you've probably been seen regenerating plenty of times by now. They would have hauled you in and taken your head off like a lid on a jar...And then they'd have found whoever your vampire friend is, and who knows what would happen after that...I just wanted to help you..."
She was starting to shake again. She looked down at the floor away from him, and her limbs tucked themselves even closer together as she did.
[10:32] Benny Jezebel frowned, pity washing over him. Oh, oh dear.
"So, yes. Kindred. That..." Ben listened intently, so as to not further enrage, upset, tip off, whatever the word was, Tanya. "So, the...Camarilla. It sounds like they're dicks, but they have a point, do they? Obviously, you wouldn't want to die, would you? Granted they are dicks by your words. I honestly...don't know what the fuck a Kindred or any of this business was before, well, being all tied up." A dry laugh, Benny adjusting his wrists. "Five strikes...you're out. Sounds fair enough, but, whatever. But, hey, I can tell you, no one's...really seen me regenerate. Not beyond a small papercut. I'm not what...someone would prefer to attack, would they? Hell, I don't know my upper limits on how bad it goes, though I did grow back a finger..." Ben thought. "If I died, I'd leave behind my children, and, oh lord, Mimi..."
Ben falls silent, tears streaming down his face.
[10:49] Tanya Slater shook her head rapidly, her hair whipping every which way as she did. "You're not going to die. Not here. We're...not in Camarilla territory anymore. They don't have much reach here, or at least that's what I got told before I came here. No, this part of the city is run by...others. It's part of why I live here." She smiled nervously, but there was no happiness in it. "I may or may not have broken the Masquerade a few times myself, when I was still living somewhere else."
She got up from her chair, still moving far too quickly for anyone's comfort, and came to sit down on the floor next to him. "Your friend really didn't tell you anything. Nothing at all, about any of this. What kind of person is she...?" She reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, and at that moment, it became apparent that her hands had long since healed themselves. Not a bruise or blemish in sight. "And is she really the only one of us you've seen? Is that why her scent on you is so strong...?""
[10:55] Benny Jezebel "I don't want to die."
Ben's head rose back up, looking to Tanya. "Well, looks like we're both evil, aren't we? Breaking the rules. But, yes. Chastity told me nothing, not a wink, even if she did, it's all but forgotten." Ben thought, sighing. "Chas is, well, batshit. Mumbling, rambling, always talking so...off. She's quite loony, but somewhere you -know- what's she saying is sane, even if words don't sound right.

Ben paused, before laughing! "No, no! Her scent's so strong because I bone her every night and make her wear a blonde wig and a schoolgirl uniform, the ones in pornos! But, uh, yeah. She's the only one I know, that's 'Kindred.'"
[11:01] Tanya Slater 's eyes got that too-wide look in them again. Something about her expression was different than before, though.
"...Is that the truth?" she inquired, and it soon became apparent that she had begun fixating on entirely the wrong thing. "Do you do that with every girl you have fun with? Get them to wear blonde wigs and dress like they're in school?"
"Uhh, no..? Not at all! I'm more open to, you know, being in the dress. Have you seen my ass in these pants? Speaking of things, can we undo these ropes? I think they're making my skin break an' bleed."
[11:09] Tanya Slater looked as if she wanted to giggle. "Those are making your skin break and bleed? There's no way you're one of us if that's all it takes...Hold on." She trailed off, and from the look on her face, the question of undoing the ropes had passed her mind completely. "You like to wear a dress? You like to wear a dress! I should've known! That's perfect. Wait here!"
Suddenly she was off at speed and opening the door to her closet. It was a lot larger inside than the door indicated on its own, and when she stepped inside, she seemed to disappear.
[11:11] Benny Jezebel "I'm not? Since when does a vampire BLEED?" Ben seemed shocked, and mostly confused. "I don't look half as pale as Chas, and she looks like a corpse!" Ben rolls his eyes, before mumbling.
"Me and my big fucking mouth. I'm not serious about the dress thing, Jesus! I was more referring to wanting to be pegged-"
[11:29] Tanya Slater rummaged in her closet with far too much enthusiasm. Something about the idea of this cute, dumb boy wearing girl clothes had spurred her into action, and now there was no stopping her. What was so exciting about it? Nobody could have guessed, not even her.
Well, maybe the voices could have. But so many of them were busy laughing that she'd never have gotten a good answer from them anyway. Not that she ever did, but...
Her hands closed around three hangers, each containing a different looking dress of hers. One was a shocking pink with short sleeves, and looked like it might come down to just above her kneecaps. Another was black with long, thin sleeves, much shorter in the skirt, with a round neckline that only just ended at her shoulders. The last was black with a red rose pattern, shoestring-tied in the back and completely lacking sleeves whatsoever, with a skirt that was short and wide, but left much more to the imagination than the other two.
When she came out with them, she grabbed a long piece of wood that had been sharpened at the end (only she knew what that was really for...) and balanced the three hangers on it while holding it horizontally. She held the three dresses up like a display, smiling a bit. "Pick the one you like the most! It doesn't have to fit you. Just say whichever one you'd think looks the best."
[11:35] Benny Jezebel Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
This, well, would be some porno, if it wasn't slightly horrifying, granted he was still held by rope, pain starting to fix into his skin from the ropes, Ben staring at all the dresses, before staring at the long, sharp stick of wood, fear rising just that bit more.
"The black one, with the roses? What's with the stake?"
[11:48] Tanya Slater looks down at the piece of wood, her expression blank. "Oh, this? It's nothing. A stylish accessory. Did you know that these don't actually kill us Kindred? They don't do anything to us, except when they hit us in the heart, and then we just go limp until someone pulls them out of us. I've been hit with one of these before, and it's not painful. Just really scary once I stop being able to move."
In an almost imperceptible motion, she took the hangers off the stake and swept it back into her closet. It embedded itself in the closet wall with a dull thunk. And then, after hanging the other two dresses on the doorknob of her closet door, she reached forward, pulled the man up by the ropes that bound him and proceeded to snap them like they were made of cheap liquorice. All with only one hand.
While he was still standing there, she held the remaining dress up to him, still smiling. Was there a hint of mischief in that smile now? Or was it something else? "Well, don't just stand there. Put it on. See how it fits you."
[11:51] Benny Jezebel "That's not...that's awfully damn suspicious, you know."
Ben didn't know what Tanya was getting at, but, she certainly had to know whatever she was doing. Ben grunted as he was freed, wrists showing obvious signs of being scratched raw by the ropes, Ben rubbing a wrist with a grimace, before flesh healed back, smooth and perfect as the rest of him, taking the dress up. "I'm concerned for what you're doing. You have somewhere I can change?"
[11:59] Tanya Slater simply glanced sideways in the direction of the closet. The door was still ajar, and from the looks of it, there was more than enough room for him to change. Or do whatever else he felt like doing in there. It was really quite big for a closet in an apartment in what was basically the ghetto.
"Don't be afraid of going in." She said, only somewhat mockingly. "There aren't any monsters in there. I scared them all off."
It was impossible to tell whether or not she was joking.
[12:03] Benny Jezebel sighed. "Oh, peachy, the closet."
Ben shook his head and merely got walking, before looking back. "I hope your monsters like fatty rump meat!" Ben waved her off, brief twinge of panic coming over him, before he stepped in, bracing himself for anything.
[12:07] Tanya Slater proceeded to shut the door behind him. It was more of a natural conclusion than anything; the boy deserved his privacy, and even if he didn't, he might be inspired to change faster once he was all alone.
...Then she realized she forgot to turn the closet light on.
[12:10] Benny Jezebel "Hey, hey, the lights!" Ben spun around, dropping the dress to knock on the door.
"No lights, in here!"
[12:13] Tanya Slater opened the door and quickly flipped the switch to turn on the lights inside. There was a brief flash of fluorescent light from the lightbulb above...and then the bulb went out, leaving the two of them in near-darkness again.
"Well..." she said slowly. "That's not good..."
[12:15] Benny Jezebel "Well, thank you for the li-"
Ben paused, blinking as they were left in the dark.
"Not...good."
"How bad is 'not good?'"
[12:24] Tanya Slater was still for a moment. "I, um...Yeah, I don't have any other lightbulbs. I don't exactly need them? I see in the dark fine, and I don't really have non-Kindred over either. Hey don't look at me all funny like that. You wouldn't have them either if you were me..."
There was a long and awkward silence before she spoke again. It seemed like it was obvious what was coming next, but nobody wanted to say it for themselves.
"...I could, um...help you get the dress on, if you want..."
[12:26] Benny Jezebel "Well, huh. You'd think you'd keep habit of lightbulbs, wouldn't you?" Ben shrugged, sighing.



"Don't laugh at my underwear."
[12:27] Tanya Slater 's face could barely be seen in the dark, but something about her appeared confused by that statement.
"Your...underwear?"
[12:29] Benny Jezebel "Shut up."
Ben quiet started getting undressed, taking off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt, leaning over to tug off his boots.
"Don't laugh at them, what's hard to understand about 'don't laugh?'"
[12:32] Tanya Slater was curious now. "You know, I might not have even paid any attention to your underwear if you hadn't said something. What about them makes you think I'm going to laugh?"
One of the voices in her head whispered something that made her knit her brows together, and then another started laughing on the opposite side. Oh, what now?
[12:38] Benny Jezebel "You'll see it! Ben steps out of his buckled boots, stepping back to tug off his socks and floundered in the dark a bit, before grunting and placing them over a boot, standing back up, pulling off his shirt fully, showing off a smooth, lean torso, nothing quite out of the ordinary, save for it being perfect, at least in terms of skin blemishes like scars, Ben tugging down his jeans to reveal...
A skin-hugging pair of panties, with 'Spank Me!' emblazoned over his supple rear, Ben turning around, now just clad in his panties, nude otherwise. front-view showing off a fairly...impressive package.
"Are you laughing, yet?"
[12:42] Tanya Slater stared at him for what seemed like a long time. For a moment, it looked like she might not say anything at all. Then she snorted a little.
"You should have seen one of the ones I had when I was still alive. They said 'Got Milk?'..."
[12:43] Benny Jezebel: /me
"DOES THE UNIVERSE HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING ME I WAS PREGNANT ONCE?"
Ben suddenly blurted out, covering his face, and falling over.
"Mottthhheerrfuuuccckkkekrrrr."
[12:49] Tanya Slater stared blankly at him. "You were...what?"
And then she started giggling. She tried to stop, but there was nothing she could do except hold her sides as her fit of giggles bubbled up into full-throated laughter.
[12:51] Benny Jezebel "SHUT UP! IT WAS FUCKING GHOSTS ON HALLOWEEN, OKAY?! FUCKING BODY SWAPPED BULLSHIT FUCK!"
Ben whined, covering a blushing face in the dark.
[12:54] Tanya Slater finally got her composure back. It took some doing, but eventually she was able to pull herself back together and keep from doubling over. An occasional giggle escaped her, but that was it.
"Come on. Let's put your dress on already..."
[12:55] Benny Jezebel simply laid on the floor, hands over his stomach.
"I'm too embarrassed by my own mouth to move."