Power Play

DISCLAIMER: This story is extremely sexually explicit. I don't own the character Keno, the good folks who produced the TMNT II movie own him, and I'm not making any money off this story at all. I wrote it for the sheer joy of being trashy. Nonprofit smut, if you will. The language is uncouth, even the clothing the characters wear is indecent. The writing itself is so bad that it might burn holes through your retinas. Seriously, get out now if you don't want to be scarred for life. All you people under 18, exit now or lightening will strike you where you stand, and your future children will have horns. You've been warned. Anything you read past this point is your own fault, and neither I nor this website nor the ISP will assume responsibility for any scorching of any bodily parts. Furthermore, in the event that this disclaimer itself offends you, well, get over it. I mean, geez, what do you want here, I'm writing Ninja Turtle porno.

Little bit of info: Keno is obviously from the TMNT II movie. "Stacey" is my own character. It's not great, I wrote it to relieve a bit of my lust for Keno (so hot) and I thought some others out there might share my appreciation. Enjoy!

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Stacey hit the ground hard, bouncing a little on the thin mat.
"Your ass bounces!" Raphael laughed at her. "What a bubble butt."
"That's a terrible thing to say to a woman" she chided him. "You're going to give me bad self esteem!" She rose to her feet painfully. "In fact, I might just have to punish you for that remark!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!" She aimed a flying kick at Raphael's head and managed to knock his shoulder, throwing him back a few feet. He grabbed her ankle and tossed her on the ground again.
"That was much better. Maybe if you weren't so FAT you wouldn't keep falling over!"
Stacey swung her legs around and knocked his feet out from underneath. They both went rolling across the floor, hitting and cursing at each other.
Leonardo watched warily from a distance, rolling his eyes. Raphael certainly was an unconventional trainer. When April had brought Stacey to them, asking them to teach her martial arts, Stacey had been a little uncooperative. Raphael's method was to insult her until she started trying to beat him up. Then he'd knock her over, very slowly, using a new move which she would eventually imitate in her attempts to batter him senseless. Strangely, this seemed to work.
Stacey was a little spitfire. She was a smaller version of April, only what she lacked in height she made up in sass. She was 22 and in New York starting an internship at April's station.
"How'd your first day go?" Leo asked as she limped by him, rubbing her face with a towel.
"Ugh. It was so boring. I get the feeling my entire job is going to be fetching coffee and saying 'shhhh!' before the cameras start rolling."
"I thought that was a union job?"
She grinned at him. "Do you see a union logo on this forehead?"
Leo frowned. "Actually I see kind of a big bump from where Raphael..."
Stacey frowned and pushed past him sullenly into the living room where she jumped at the sight of a young man her age sitting on the sofa. He was laughing, and she had the sinking suspicion he had seen the whole session.
"Who are you?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"I'm Keno. Who are you?"
"I'm Stacey." Stacey let her eyes wander over Keno. She wondered idly if she could beat him up. "I'm learning martial arts from Raphael."
"I saw that" he smirked. "Nice bump. Maybe you should leave martial arts to the grown-ups."
Her hand flew to her forehead. "I'm learning!" she protested. She grabbed her duffel bag and stormed out without bothering to change out of her sweatpants and tshirt. Jerk!
Keno watched her leave with undisguised interest. "So THAT'S the famous Stacey."
"You were pretty rude to her" Donatello remarked from the far corner of the room, where he had been pretending to re-wire something. "What's your problem?"
Keno thought about it for a minute. He wasn't usually rude to people but something about her struck him the wrong way. He remembered April telling him about her neice, the neice she'd gotten the fancy job for. He couldn't stand the thought of someone else crusing through life getting special treatment when average guys like him had to deliver pizzas just to make ends meet. He told Donatello.
Donatello sat back and thought about that. "I suppose I see your point. But she is cute, isn't she? Looks a lot like April, too. Man, I could waste a whole evening just thinking about that." He smiled shadily into the distance. "Yeah."

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The next few practices were even more tense. Keno always showed up for his sessions early so that he could watch Stacey in action. They didn't speak much, but when they did they always exchanged pet names for each other. Stacey liked to call Keno a bolshevik and Keno always muttered "priviledged slut" under his breath at her.
He wouldn't dare admit to himself that he enjoyed the sight of her pants pulling tight across her tiny rear end a lot more than the sight of her failing to master a new move so he could snicker at her. He'd taken a pizza to her office the previous week and she'd bitched him out because the delivery had taken forty minutes instead of thirty. They'd passed each other on the street and she'd flagrantly stolen his cab. It was not going well between them.
"Why are you so mean to Keno?" Michaleangelo had asked her one day while they were preparing lunch together. "He tells us these stories about the two of you bumping into each other and he says you always do something nasty."
"Because he humiliates me! He stands there while I try to learn and he criticizes me!"
"Raphael criticizes you too though. But you learn from that, and you're pretty nice to him."
"Raphael's JOB is to humiliate me. Besides, Raphael's not...well, you know." She had let her eyes wander into the dojo area, taking in his cut upper body and his face glistening with sweat. If only he weren't such a filthy bolshevik!
"You two just can't handle your extreme animal attraction" Mike joked, slamming the oven door shut.
"You must be right" she agreed dryly. "How could I not be overcome with lust for a man who calls me a priviledged slut."

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Keno entered April's apartment and laid her pizza down on the counter. He was hoping to slip out before Stacey caught him inside her domain. He turned to go, sneaking out without accepting payment for the pizza.
"Hey!"
Shit.
"I gotta pay you!" It was Stacey's voice. Keno slinked back in, looking around for April.
"Tell her it's on the house."
"Aunt April's not here, I ordered this." Stacey was dressed to stay in, wearing hospital pants and a flannel shirt. Her hair was bunched up with a scrunchy and she was in her glasses. Keno's cheeks flamed at her haughty facial expression which seemed to shame him despite her shabby clothes. She held out a twenty. "Keep the change."
"I don't want your money" he said through clenched teeth.
She stared at him. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Did you even earn that twenty?" He asked her, hands on hips. "Do you know what it's like to have to work for things?"
She looked like she'd been slapped. "You don't even know what you're talking about! You don't know me!"
"I don't want to." He slammed the door behind him, leaving the walls shaking.

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A month earlier Keno had been turned down for an internship at a local news station. After years of supporting his college education with pizza money he was finally ready to graduate...his last required credit was an internship credit. In broadcasting. At a news station. These came along once a year. He was going to have to wait ANOTHER year to finish school and get a real job. He hated jockeying pizzas. He hated the customers, he hated having a shitty apartment, he hated being 25 and a delivery boy.
Keno asked why he'd been turned down.
"We have a more suitable applicant" he'd been told. As he left the building he saw a pretty redhead stride in confidently and shake the interviewer's hand. She was made for the camera: bright blue eyes, flaming hair, trim figure, white teeth.... He was a little pissed off since the internship was supposed to be an off-camera job, but he could understand why they'd want to hire someone with TV looks.
That was before he found out Stacey was April's neice. He was FURIOUS. Internships were supposed to be equal opportunity, and he couldn't stand that some midwestern whore could waltz in on the family name and plop down into a spot he'd worked so hard to earn. That was why he hated Stacey. He believed it was her fault he was stuck delivering pizzas for at least another year.

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It was storming hard when Keno left his practice session. He moped his way along, shoes filling with rain. He didn't care. It was going to be a long mimimum wage year. Rain dripped off his forehead and he had to keep his head slanted down to divert the water from his eyes. His umbrella had broken and he needed to wait for a paycheck to buy a new one. When he reached his building he had to fumble to find his key. He was so busy digging through is pocket that he didn't see the drenched figure rushing at him from the other direction. They collided and went sprawling.
"Are you OK?!" The figure asked, crawling towards him, stretching out her hand.
Keno recoiled when he realized it was Stacey. Only...what the hell was she wearing?
"What the hell are you wearing?" he asked, seething inside. She was wearing some kind of uniform...a short white dress that buttoned up the front and a little hat. She had a run in her stocking and he could see the outline of her bra and panties clearly through the sheer fabric.
Stacey blushed. "I'm wearing my work uniform." She straightened her little hat and tried to look dignified, water streaking her cheeks. Keno stared at her. "I'm putting myself through school, and I've been working as a maid for the past two years."
"Why doesn't your aunt pay for your school? I thought you weren't above using your family name to get what you want" he said nastily.
"April's not my real aunt, you asshole" she spat. "She was my parents best friend." She looked down at her shoes. "My parents died two years ago. That was when I started cleaning houses. April let me move in with her when she found out I got the internship at the station. She didn't even know I'd applied. It was a surprise."
Keno's eyes widened in horror.
"Yeah, you had no idea, did you? You were so nasty to me for no reason! And why, just because you didn't get the job? Maybe you didn't get the job because I'm more experienced than you! Maybe you didn't get the job because you wore white socks with black pants to your interview! I don't know!" Stacey was standing on the sidewalk, yelling and waving her arms around angrily. "I hate men like you! The thought that I might actually be better qualified didn't even cross your mind, did it?"
Keno was rooted to the spot. He was feeling conflicting emotions. On one hand, he felt ashamed for jumping to conclusions. On the other, Stacey was pretty rude, despite her humble background. She was arrogant and a cab stealer, and she was incredibly sexy in her transparent white uniform. Her hair was hanging in wet curls and her makeup was smudged around her eyes giving her a wild and dangerous look. He leaned closer.
"I don't care how you got that job. OK, so I was wrong in assuming you got it because of your connections. Fine. But why are you such a bitch to me? Why do you lecture me in front of your coworkers when I deliver lunch to office? Why do you step on my toes whenever you walk past me? Why do you look me up and down and sneer like that?" He grabbed her upper arms and shook her. "You know what I think? I think it's because you can't resist me."
She started to laugh bitterly. "Oh yeah, that must be the reason." She tried to pull away but he held her tighter. His dark eyes were flashing in anger. "Let me go" she commanded him, pushing at his hard chest with her little hands. His shirt was just as sheer as hers and after a few seconds she couldn't struggle anymore. She could feel the heat of his body radiating towards her. "Keno, it's fucking raining. Let me go!" She started to twist away and he pulled her so close they were nose to nose. She couldn't escape his eyes, locked on hers, accusing her. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She forgot she was supposed to be struggling. Her arms loosened and she went limp in the crook of his elbow, feeling his arms slide down around her body, hugging her closer.
"I don't really want this" she whispered fiercely against his lips.
"I'd rather kiss Raphael" he shot back, nipping at her. She slid her tongue into his mouth and he responded hungrily, squeezing her ass through her dripping skirt roughly. They were suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of car horns beeping at them.
Stacey pushed him away and straightened her skirt daintily. She smiled at him wickedly.
"I see you're cold" Keno remarked, brushing his thumb against the front of her dress where her nipples were clearly visible through the damp material.
"I see you're cold too" she sneered, with a pointed look at his crotch. Keno felt the anger well up inside of him. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his apartment building, into the elevator. She smirked at him knowingly. "Oops, did I bruise your tender ego?"
Keno hauled her roughly down the hall and into his apartment, where he immediately pushed her onto the couch. He straddled her and pulled his wet shirt off, throwing it across the room. Stacey fell silent suddenly as he lay astride her, chest glistening. He slowly slid his belt off of his pants. He made as if he were going to slap Stacey with it and she flinched. He laughed.
"I may be an asshole but I'm not that kind of asshole." He tossed the belt on the floor. With a smooth move he ripped open her uniform, exposing her flesh to the cold air in his apartment. She lay beneath him, unable to get up. Her eyes were level with his crotch and she had to admit, it looked as though he'd gotten a lot warmer. She reached out and cupped him with her hand.
He shuddered and grabbed her wrists, lowering his head to her nipple. She cried out as he bit it, a surge of pleasure shooting south. "Tell me you want me" he said, lifting his head.
She closed her eyes. This was all happening so fast. Keno pulled her upper body up so they were eye to eye. "All you have to do is admit that you want this." He ground his crotch against her. She'd never wanted a man so much in her life. He rolled off of her and stood up.
"Wait" she said, sitting. Her hands went to his zipper. He groaned as she slid his pants to his feet and took him inside her mouth. This was better than what he'd had in mind. He straddled her lap with his knees, kneeling in front of her face, tangling his hands in her hair.
"I have a secret" she admitted, pulling back for a minute. "One of the reasons I've been so rude to you." She went back to work, eliciting a long moan from his lips.
"Is it because you're a bitch?" He asked.
"Actually it's because I kind of have this fantasy." She scraped her nails across his back gently. "I wanted you to be so mad at me and so attracted to me at the same time that you'd throw me down and have rough animal sex with me."
"Is that so?" Keno asked. He tried to remain nonchalant. He felt his erection swell to full size at her words. "Well then, maybe I'll go easy on you for being honest."
He reached down and ripped her panties off. She saw it coming but was unable to stop it. She winced as the nylon dug into her flesh before it finally broke free. He dropped them on the floor. His finger slid inside of her, and he wasn't surprised to find her soaking on the inside as well. With his other hand he pushed her back down on the sofa, angling between her legs with his erection.
"I'm going to make you regret calling me a bolshevik" he informed her, raising an eyebrow. He slammed inside of her, pushing her head against the arm of the couch with the force of his thrusts. Her arms went up to circle his neck and he grabbed them and held her wrists above her head, forcing her to submit to his unrelting speed.
She tried to keep up, rocking her hips to meet him, but he took over, his lips now running over her neck, occasionally biting her just enough to bring a red mark to her skin but not actually break it.
"Keno!" she gasped, twisting beneath him. Each thrust spread her wider and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. He was lost in his own world and she was afriaid he'd break her, or at least the couch, if he didn't slow down.
Keno couldn't hear her cries. He was unable to stop or slow, taking out his frustrations with her through his movements, squeezing her breasts and biting at her while he plunged faster and faster, feeling her struggle beneath him. She started to come, opening her mouth in a loud shriek. Keno clamped his hand over her mouth, quieting her. Her teeth snapped down on his fingers and before he could think he drew back and slapped her across the face just as his own orgasm shook him. He shuddered to a slow stop before he reached out and touched her cheek apologetically.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Yes." Her eyes were glazed. "It hurt so bad I came twice." She held out her arms and he leaned forward into them, hugging her.
"You're one twisted little girl" he told her.
"Well, I am a priviledged slut."

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"Hey Leo? Did you know that April's not Stacey's real aunt?"
"Yeah, we all knew that."
"Hrm."
They both watched as Stacey lunged at Raphael, shaking her fist in rage and calling him a coward. Raphael promptly knocked her on her ass.
"Did you know she's working two jobs?"
"Mmm-hmmm. She looks cute in the maid outfit."
"Did you know that she liked me?"
Leo laughed. "We've known you liked each other before you two knew yourselves. What happened, by the way?"
"Oh, we just found out a way to work out our differences is all." He waved at Stacey, who winked at him from where she lay, flat on her back on the floor.
Leo snorted into his cup of coffee. "You two are STILL terrible to each other. I don't even want to try and understand it."
Keno grinned. He didn't want to understand it either. He just knew that tonight was her night on top. "Hey Stacey!" he yelled. "Why don't you save that position for the guys who are PAYING?"
She narrowed her eyes in anger.
Oh yeah. It was going to be a good night.