(A/N): Shhhh- Shhhhhhhhhh- I know, I know, I've been gone, life is ass. Things have gotten so freaking weird and blegh. Just. Enjoy, I guess. -shrug-

After what seemed like a hot eternity for Martini, the limousine made a stop in front of a very colorful, very flashy looking building. Ben, assuming they were where they needed to be, opened the door before the bodyguard even had a chance to arrive to do so and stepped out, then wordlessly awaited for Martini to do the same. Once they were both out he felt the need to speak up, at last. "Right then, Miss Martini. I suppose I'll finally ask- where 're we an' what'll be doin' 'ere?" There was a bit of silence between them, her smile never fading from her almost porcelain-perfect face. A song-filled voice would shift both of their attention to the top of the building's staircase, which they'd been standing in front of. Up there stood a highly flamboyantly dressed inkling with his hands in the air in mock surprise before he raced down to the bottom to greet them with an enthusiasm Ben had never seen before.

"Oh. Em. Goodness, Darling, when my assistant told me it was YOUR limo outside, I didn't believe it, but you're ACTUALLY here! Oh, we have so much catching up to do! Where have you been? How are the parents? How is your sister? When were you gonna tell me about your..." He seemed to go on and own, happily spewing out conversation to the seemingly indifferent green girl he was chatting up and hugging way too tightly. Ben took that time to notice that this hyper-active inkling was wearing some top-notch designer clothing that he'd only seen in magazines and newspapers he'd find lying around on the ground from time to time. From the man's fancy poofy hat all the way down to his...pumps? Was this guy seriously wearing heels? He did actually look nice in them, Ben laughed to himself. After what seemed like an eternity, Martini simply gave his back a two gentle pats and that was enough to tame the chatty beast, which surely shocked Ben.

"A pleasure to see you again as well, Castello."
"Darling! How many times do I have to tell you- Call me Caaaas!"
"It is much more dignified for me to use your entire name. In any case, I come seeking your...expertise." A loud, sharp gasp came from the gentleman, now known as Castello, as stars seemed to shine so bright they threatened to explode in his eyes with excitement.
"Anything for YOU, Marti! What did you have in mind! Surely something white or green? Or maybe you want to get a little wild this time, hm?" He seemed to wiggle his eyebrows at that thought. Martini simply shook her head and looked in Ben's general direction, which made Castello follow her line of sight to the awkwardly waving gent that stood behind him the whole time. Castello gave a shriek and jumped a little, holding a hand out as if to shoo him away.
"Eek! And just WHO are YOU? What are you doing following my dear Marti around?!" Ben, unoffended at all by this behavior, simply smiled and shrugged it off.
"At this point, even I'm pondering the answer to that bloody question, myself. I'm Benjamin. Benjamin Thido Fletcher." He responded, extending a hand. Once he remembered he was still dirty, he immediately withdrew it, placing his hands into his torn pockets with a sheepish laugh. Castello turned to Martini with a singular raised eyebrow.
"He is with me, and I hope you would treat him with the same respect you would give any one of your other clients, as he shall be yours today. Do set him straight with at least a week's worth of clothing for me, will you not?" Martini asked with a slight venom coming from the tone in her voice. To Ben, it wasn't heard, but to Cas, it was loud and clear. With a defeated exhale, he stood upright and smiled, turning to our yellow gent with a renewed attitude.

"Whale then! Why didn't you say so? Let's get you started, young man. When I'm done with you, no one will ever be able to tell you EVER wore those rags." He said that last word with a hateful hiss as he guided Ben up the stairs, a single finger on his back. Martini followed the two inside up until they reached a dressing room-esque area. Cas looked to Martini and smirked. "If you would like to give this man his privacy, darling, you may wait in the room next to this one." She nodded and waved silently at Ben as she stepped out, leaving the two boys alone. "Now then. Strip."

"E-excuse me?"
"You heard me. Get out of those disgusting rags this instant. If I am going to help you, you're getting scrubbed clean before I can take your measurements!" Cas ordered, opening a door and revealing a decently sized standing shower stall with a fancy mirror in the back. Ben, thankful to finally be able to shower, was more than happy to follow directions. While he stepped into the shower, things got hot and steamy not only in that room, but in the room adjacent as well...

Martini sat with what seemed to be the perfect view of Benjamin's nude body as he got himself cleaned up on the opposite side of a heated two-way mirror. As he showered and the dirt was scrubbed from his features, Martini could hardly contain herself as she could now get a better view of him. The way his defined muscles moved as he cleaned himself, his toned torso, and the size of his member, though flaccid at the moment, still gave her a damn good idea of what her little companion was packing. While he obliviously scrubbed his golden tentacles with a hum, Martini bit her lip, not being able to help herself from...well, helping herself. His hands had since moved from scrubbing his head to down to his chest, and so too did hers. She could vividly imagine him using those quite strong-looking hands to grope and rub her breasts hungrily- as she would have wanted him to. She breathed a quiet whimper once her hands had reached her nipples, which had now been slightly erect, easily seen and manipulated through her thin white dress. He began to now scrub his torso- she thought of how his hands would grab onto her sides whilst he violently thrusted into her- How she craved for his touch once again, to feel his hot flesh against hers once more; It burned her core just to think about it. He cleaned his thighs, his legs and nether region and Martini damn near lost it when she swore she saw him beginning to get an erection himself.

It may have been her imagination at this point, because she was now in her seat, hand now under her frilly dress and fingers not-so-subtly stroking her distressingly moist pussy. It had clearly been a while, and she was hoping to savor this with another body, but for now, her own hand would be her own undoing, and she was damn well okay with that. A few quiet moans, followed by the hitching of her breath left her as her fingers found themselves massaging her clit, gently flicking and stimulating her even further. With one hand still manipulating her own breast and the other wistfully working away, now finding itself a two fingers deep inside her, sliding in and out with gaining speed. She failed to notice that Ben's shower had long ended- Martini was already in her own world of ecstasy, with her thumb now massaging her clit while her fingers were still hard at work. She could feel herself getting closer, her breaths now heavy and closer together than they had been, all while Benjamin's name came from her lips in hushed, longing whispers in between. Her warm, moist inner walls were closing in and every second was pure pleasure- Just a little more and-

Ring ring- Ring! Ring ring- Ring!

Martini froze and gave a disappointed and angry pout, followed by a huff of air as she'd been snapped out of her fantasy and forced to stop just before climax. She took her fingers, licking them clean herself before straightening her appearance and checking her phone. A message from Cas, letting her know that her beau was ready and waiting. She got up from her chair to see herself to the restroom close by to ensure she looked presentable before meeting up with the two of them in the main lobby.

Benjamin was now in very fashionable attire, now wearing a clean, freshly-pressed white dress shirt underneath a Prussian blue blazer. Martini's eyes traveled south- a pair of black slacks, accented with a Skalop brand belt buckle and finally, pair of newly-shined Inky Kid Clams; A much better ensemble of attire as opposed to his old tattered clothing. He was also holding a few bags- It seemed Castello gave him a whole new wardrobe, which Martini noted and made a mental note to tip him heavily for. Her gaze returned to his face, now flushed but beaming with a bright and wide smile. "W-well? 'ow do I look, Miss?" He stammered, rubbing the back of his head in a bit of embarrassment. Martini coughed to suppress her urge to pounce and sexually maul him where he stood and gave him a gentle round of applause.

"You do clean up quite nicely, Benjamin. I am very pleased."
"Ah, my thanks to the both of you- I didn't think I'd ever get to wear this kind of thing-"
"And now you're top notch material! Some of my better miracle work, if I must say so, darling." Castello interjected, looking him up and down once more. Ben laughed a bit at this and extended his hand to Cas who, now that the former was clean and pressed, returned the motion and finally shook his hand. "Now then. Marti, dear, as much as I love you and the family, I don't offer my services for charity. Not even a charity case like this, as I'm sure you're aware, darling." Martini simply nodded in compliance and supplied a black card from her purse in betwixt two fingers. The group then made their way to the register, where Cas rang up every article clothing both on Ben and in his bags. Ben nearly fainted once he saw the total, then snapped his head toward Martini, who didn't seem to flinch at all. In fact, she told Cas to add another zero on as a tip, which almost made Ben faint.

"M-miss Martini! I can't possibly-"
"Benjamin." His name came from her as more of a command than anything else, which honestly made him afraid for a moment and stayed quiet while Cas finished up and handed her back the card and her receipt.
"A pleasure as always, and thank you so much for your generous tip as always, Marti~!" Cas sang, coming from behind the register to escort them out.
'As bloody always?!' Ben thought to himself as he tailed the duo to the doors. Once outside, Ben observed the two cheek-kissing their farewells shortly prior to Martini returning to the limousine, which had remained parked in front the whole time. He dashed behind her and hopped inside, placing his bags in the seat in front of them.

"I honestly don't know where to begin when it comes to thanking you, Miss Martini..."
"I can think of a place to start..." Martini hungrily muttered, still a little upset at being interrupted and not catching herself before speaking.
"And where's that?" Ben asked, not seeming to catch the tone of voice that came from her. She stalled for a moment, not meaning for him to hear that. Before a small growling sound came from the gentleman next to her's stomach. He blushed, placing a hand on his torso as if to quiet the noise but to no avail. "Ahaha- My apologies, Miss. Though that pastry was heavenly, I haven't exactly eaten much else-"
"Ah, well, I did invite you to dine with me this evening and now that you are cleaned up and dressed properly, I see no reason to delay any further. Shall we?"
"Yes, please!"

And with that, the two were on their way to their next location. The particular dining establishment Martini had chosen prior was quite a ways away, so it would be a while before they arrived. Ben was quite content with looking out of the tinted windows until he felt Martini leaning onto his side. A quick glance over to her revealed that she'd begun to doze off. "Er...M-miss?" He quietly said, stirring her. She seemed to sleepily give a hum as an answer before uttering an almost whisper.
"Please...allow me this for now...I did not get much rest last night..." And so she fully rested her head on his lap, effectively losing herself to the beckoning call of sleep. Ben looked down to her and blushed; No only was she beautiful and nice, but now she was in his lap, adorably resting and so close- He shook his head at that almost shameful thought and rested his hand on her shoulder, which made her tense up and shudder a little before relaxing. As the ride went on, he found himself smiling and stroking her arm gently to soothe her slumber.

(A/N): Hot damn, now watch me not update this for years again. |D Thank you for taking time out to read my nonsense and please, feel free to tell me what you think and also yell at me to stop taking these long ass hiatuses. If you're wondering WHY I keep taking these long pauses to update my things, it's because I'm a truck driver and don't often have time to write anymore. Also, you'll notice that in this chapter, Ben doesn't have as much, if not any accent as he did before. That's because I don't have my old friend around to help me with that and I don't really trust online translators for shit. :T In any case, I'll see you in the next chapter.