It was a big day for the society of villains in Jump city. No, there were no hostile takeovers going on, nor superhero deaths, not even a birthday. No, this was much better, so much better, but hardly anybody could actually believe it happened.
Jump City, Titans Tower: Friday, 8:14 PM
The Titans had gone out to eat, seeing it was Friday, at the local pizza shop. Robin, being the stickler that he is, chose to stay home and research some recently imprisoned criminals and add their information to the computer. This happened pretty much every Friday, and sometimes even on Saturday or Sunday. The teens were used to it by now and though they wished Robin would take a load off once in a while; they understood that even their strong leader needed some time to himself, even if it did involve more work.
Robin was sitting at the computer, inserting fingerprint files into the criminal database when his belt vibrated. His heart leaped into his throat and he immediately stood up, shutting off the computer and racing up to his room. He didn't even need to read the text message to know exactly who had sent it.
He opened his closet and pushed aside his uniforms, his gloved hands feeling for the latch at the base of the wall. Finding it, he lifted it up, the entire drywall disappearing into the ceiling so all that remained was the door of a large, steel vault.
"Password…" A robotic voice requested. It was voice recognition password software that Robin had immediately installed before the vault had even been added to his closet.
"The Flying Graysons." Robin said, watching as the voice waves turned green in acceptance and beeped in approval. The large tumblers fell into place and it allowed him to open the vault. He turned on the light and felt around the dark vault for a large suitcase with wheels. He grunted as he pulled it out, then picked out a much smaller titanium fold out box and set it on top. He stripped down and tugged on some jeans and a hoodie, throwing sunglasses over his eyes and tugging some sneakers on. He stuck his iphone into his back pocket and listened to make sure the Titans hadn't decided to come home early before booking it out the back door and rushing to the garage. Choosing a motorcycle from Cyborg's collection, he hooked his cases onto the back and hopped on before riding into the city.
Robin rode down the dark streets of Jump, neon signs illuminating his face all sorts of greens, reds, purples, and blues. He could hear music pounding. He was getting close. Two more streets and he turned into an alley way before climbing off of the bike and concealing it behind a dumpster. He unhooked the cases and wheeled them over to the back door where he looked around quickly to make sure he wasn't being followed. Then he entered the building.
The back of the club was extremely stuffy, the narrow hallways clogged with smokers and kissing couples. He pushed his way through the crowds, relieved when he finally made it to the dressing room.
"It's about time!" A feminine voice said sassily.
Robin rolled his eyes. "Keep you panties on, there was traffic." He replied, walking over to a vanity and unlocking his cases. He set the smaller one on the table and opened it up to reveal a large collection of make-up. Then he flipped open the large suitcase and searched through it. "Did Daddy tell you tonight's theme yet?"
Kevin Devito, or "Daddy" was the owner of the club and watched over his "girls" like any protective father would. Robin, and the thirteen other boys that worked at the club all loved him and despite his line of work, he was trustworthy and honorable; a true gentleman.
"Party Animals. Original, huh?" Tyler smirked. He was twenty, a lean, tanned blonde who was a favorite amongst the crowd.
"I wish he'd let us something from a musical." Hayden, a theater freak, sighed. "Maybe Phantom of the Opera, ooh, no! Wicked!"
Tony, a latino boy who had just turned twenty one, shook his head. "Sweetie, there's nothing sexy about a muchkin."
"Okay, so where's the costume list?" Robin asked. At seventeen, he was the youngest of the boys, right at consenting age. They knew him by Robin, though didn't connect it with the Teen Titans, for which Robin was thankful for. No boy's name was ever used during performances, and instead given nicknames that matched their outfit for the night. It was much easier for newcomers to request a certain dancer and it helped play into the fantasy.
Robin worked at Luster, a gay night club that had weekly drag shows. Their jobs were to strip and entertain the guests, serve drinks, and flirt with customers. It was easy and fun, and with the tips he made, Robin definitely couldn't complain. If he was going to be absolutely honest, he enjoyed getting dolled up in pretty costumes and girling himself up with make-up. The men were always so happy to see him and every time he walked on stage he was greeted with a chorus of cheers. It was a humiliatingly guilty pleasure.
Robin realized he preferred boys when he was fourteen. He joined the gymnastics team at his school and met a junior who was on the varsity team. They had become friends, and they would practice together, sometimes even going back to Wayne Manor to practice or do homework together. They were alone in the locker room after practice once, the other boys having all left when it happened. They had been casually talking, and then suddenly, the boy was on the bench next to him. Before the young boy wonder knew what was happening, their lips were pressed together. When they separated, they acted as if nothing had happened, which relieved Robin greatly. He would never have survived school as an out homosexual. Ever since that kiss, though, he had lost all interest in girls completely. He knew what he liked, though due to his job and his duty to the city, he felt that nobody else needed to.
Robin had found this club during an investigation. He had entered the place looking for witnesses of a recent crime. He had found nothing, but then a man offered to buy him a drink, (non-alcoholic of course) and wouldn't allow him to say no. He politely took a seat and allowed the one-sided flirting to continue while asking the bartender questions about the murder that had happened in the area. Then, right when he was about to leave, thirteen of the most beautiful boys that Robin had ever laid eyes on came out on stage wearing skimpy outfits. They were all dressed in slutty versions of superhero costumes, much to Robin's chagrin, and he was relieved to see that his uniform wasn't among them, though he did spot Starfire's in the mix.
"Like what you see?" The man who had bought his drink asked him.
Robin blushed in surprise and shook his head quickly. "No, no, not my thing."
The man smirked at him. "I'd like to see you up on that stage. I heard they're hiring."
That caught Robin's interest, though he didn't show it. "No thanks. I need to get going, thanks for the drink." He said curtly before walking out of the club. That was not the last time he returned.
"Robin!"
Robin looked up from the costume list to see Jordan posing in front of him.
"Well? What do you think?" The brunette asked. Jordan was nineteen, and another favorite. He had a baby face with big, innocent blue eyes, though they weren't nearly as stunning as Robin's. He could work a crowd using cuteness alone.
Robin surveyed the small boy, excitedly hopping around in his bunny costume, which was really just a white corset with a poofy tail and strappy white heels. He wore a wig that matched the color of his own hair, though it was much longer and pin straight. "Cute." He grinned.
He glanced down at the list again and rolled his eyes. Kitten. Of course.
He walked over to the costume rack and looked through the plastic covers until he found the one with his name on it. "What the…?"
The other boys giggled as he held up his costume, if you could call it that. It looked more like something from a Victoria's Secret catalogue. He had no top, just a pair of tight black booty shorts with a cut in the middle of the back. He wasn't sure why, until he saw the furry black tail that was attached to a bright pink butt plug, much to Robin's mortification. His shoes were a pair of black stilettos and there was a collar with a tag that read "good kitty." To top it all off, a headband with furry black cat ears were there to complete the outfit.
Robin looked at them, un-amused. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I think it's hot." Kendall, a dirty blonde smirked. He curled his hand like a paw and purred flirtatiously.
"Oh shut up." Robin blushed. "Somebody needs to help me get this thing in." He sighed, waving the plug idly.
"Ooh, sign me up." Kendall replied, giving Robin a wink.
Robin stuck his tongue out at him. "Fine, but let me do my hair and make-up first. No way am I sitting on a rock hard seat with that monstrosity up my ass."
"Virgin." Tony coughed, making the other boys giggle as Robin threw a wig at him.
Robin stripped to his underwear, letting the boys marvel appreciatively at his all muscle-no fat body before sitting at his vanity table.
The first thing he did was brush all of the gel out of his hair. It only took a few minutes, seeing as Robin used a special brand that he bought online. It was expensive, but much more convenient. Once his hair was free of gel and hanging freely and silky with shine, he straightened it completely. Then he grabbed the hairspray and roller brush and got to work teasing his hair until it was flirty and playful, but still long enough for the very tip to reach his shoulders. His bangs now cascaded, covering his eyes slightly. Next, he began the long, tedious work of applying his make-up. His skin was pretty flawless, so he really only needed a light coating of powder. Then came the hard part: his eyes. He decided on gray and silver eye shadow to match his outfit, then grabbed a black eyeliner pencil and meticulously drew bold cat eyes. Finally, the real challenge arose. He took a pair of sparkly fake eyelashes and delicately glued them on. It had taken a very, very, long time to perfect this art, and it was very rewarding. Finally, he took the mascara and applied some of it. There, he was perfect.
"Alright, Kendall." Robin called, and the boy quickly darted over, clad in nothing but leopard print spandex.
"Mmm, yummy." The boy hummed as Robin dropped his boxers and laid himself over the vanity bench, presenting his ass to the older boy.
The fun thing about being part of the drag group, Robin found, was how comfortable it was to be around everyone. They were like a huge family that all happened to be extremely gay. It was awesome. That also meant that prancing around in nothing at all was hardly even blinked at. It was just something that happened all the time. Sure, there were playful smacks on the ass and loving, flirty kisses, but it was nothing serious. They all loved each other and that was that.
Robin bit his gloss coated lip as he felt a single lubed finger enter his ass and move around, then a second. "Almost done? I do have customers waiting." He smirked.
"Shut up, smart ass." Kendall replied. "Who died and made you the drag queen?" He asked teasingly.
"What?" Robin asked in mock surprise. "Isn't the plug sort of like the crown?"
The rest of the room laughed and gave the boy playful bows. "All hail Queen tight-ass." Tony, Jordan, Hayden, and another boy named Blaine said in unison.
Robin blushed and giggled, letting out a squeak when the lubed up plug entered his ass.
"All done." Kendell grinned. "Want help getting the tail through your shorts?"
"Please." Robin said, grabbing the frilly black boy shorts and sliding them up his lean, pale legs. Kendall tugged the tail through the whole and Robin made a small noise as the plug moved inside of him. He tugged the shorts into place and situated his junk before turning back to the vanity and buckling the collar around his neck. He stuck the cat ears on his head and slipped into his stilettos. For the finishing touch, he grabbed the bottle of glitter and perfume off of the table and had Jordan spray him down before doing the same for him. He inspected his nails with a proud smile, thankful for the protective gloves he wore almost constantly. He stared at himself in the mirror, twirling around. He looked fabulous.
Kevin popped his head in. "Five minutes to show time, darlings." He announced and everywhere, boys raced to do finishing touches to their hair, makeup and costumes. Robin bounced in place nervously, getting his confidence up before it was time to go onstage. Finally, the boys grabbed their feather boas. It was a trademark signature for the dancers, and the club was well known for it.
"Show time, beauties!" Kevin announced and nothing could be heard over the clacking of heels and the nervous chatter of the boys.
"Have you seen the crowd? We've got a full house tonight, and at least a third of them are newbies." Jordan whispered.
"More newbies? Ooh, bigger tips." Robin grinned.
"Places!" Kevin called and the boys got in line, seven on each side of the stage. He snaked the boa over his arms and strategically held his arms to cover a majority of his body.
The club beat started up and in turn, a boy from each side came out, keeping his body covered with the boa. Robin found himself towards the center and once they were all lined up, the line separated once more, stepping back or forward. There was a pause into the song and at the next loud rhythm entry, the boys threw back their boas and struck a pose, presenting their flawlessly toned bodies and sexy costumes to the crowd.
Robin nearly went deaf from the cheers and whistles and catcalls that went out and he kept a seductive smirk on his face as he went through the routine, shaking his perfect bottom at the crowd and grinding up against the other boys, gaining more catcalls as the boys sucked on each-others necks or exchanged heated stage kisses. It really was a wonderful way to melt away a week's worth of sexual desire and stress.
Robin bent back, his hands hitting the floor in a bridge as boys surrounded him like predatory animals, kissing and licking him as the crowd cheered them on. Robin brought his feet up into the air in a handstand before gracefully bringing them down behind him. Then he slunk forward on his hands and knees, his tail dragging on the floor behind him.
The more innocent animals: Robin himself, Jordan the bunny, etc. were then pinned down by the more ravenous, wild animals: Kendall in his leopard costume, Tyler as a wolf…. The "prey" writhed and squirmed beneath them as the predators nibbled at their necks and growled seductively, grinding into their hips.
Once the performance had ended, the boys were free to roam the club where men could request a dance (on the floor or in his lap), buy them drinks, and flirt. Robin was more than happy to strut around almost naked with his collar shining around his neck. At first, Robin had refused to go out on his own, being much too shy and embarrassed. He had gotten over that quickly when he realized that men were actually requesting him.
He sat down at the bar and flashed the bartender a smile. "A martini, please, Mike?" He asked sweetly.
"Nice try, sweetheart." The bartender smirked. "Every week you try to make me lose my license. It hasn't worked yet."
Robin pouted. "Even if I give you a kiss?" He purred.
"Sorry, kitty cat." Mike shrugged. "Now shoo. There are plenty of horny men here waiting to be entertained."
Robin hmmphed and flounced off, over to the lounge area where some of the men there had already claimed a boy of their own to sit on their lap and feed cherries, or receive lap dances.
"Well hello there, pretty kitty." A voice called from the back of the room.
Robin twirled around, his eyes brightening as he strutted towards the man and straddled his lap. "Well hello, hottie." He murmured, smiling slyly into the man's eyes. He looked to be in his early twenties with red hair and a muscular figure.
"I noticed your little disagreement with the bartender." The man said, peering at Robin with a calculating gaze. "I'll get you a martini." He said.
Robin grinned. "In exchange for…?"
The man shrugged and called a waitress over. "Martini please, and a saucer."
Robin smiled. "Well aren't you sweet?" He said, running his hands over the man's chest. "So what's your name, honey?"
The man laughed softly. "Call me Red." He said.
When the waitress returned, Robin moved to take the martini, but Red held it out of reach. "Not so fast." He smirked, "Kitties don't drink out of glasses."
He made Robin get off of his lap before setting the saucer at his feet and pouring some of the drink into it. "Enjoy, kitty."
Robin's surprised eyes met Red's expectant ones and slowly, he got down on his hands and knees. Bowing his head almost submissively, he stuck his tongue out to lap up the drink, turning red as those around him watched. When the plate was empty, he looked up at Red.
"Do you want more?" Red asked and Robin nodded. "Beg." The man ordered, grinning deviously.
"Please may I have more?" Robin asked sweetly, but Red shook his head.
"Kitties meow." He replied.
Robin raised his eyebrow but widened his eyes cutely and meowed like a cat, nuzzling Red's leg with his head. He had better get a good tip.
"Good boy." Robin could hear the smirk in his voice as a hand came down to pet his head before pouring the rest of the martini into the saucer.
Robin lapped up the rest of the martini before getting up. "So, what can I do for you tonight?" He asked, straddling Red's lap once more. The man didn't reply, but Robin felt his hands traveling to his bottom, grabbing his ass in his hands and squeezing. Robin hummed and kissed his neck, grinding his hips into Red's lap. Then he felt Red toying with the tail and mewled.
"Such a pretty tail." Red murmured, pushing it in and out a little.
Robin groaned and he felt himself getting a little light headed from pleasure. He even started feeling a bit dizzy, but that must have just been the martini. He heard Red murmuring things to him, but he couldn't quite make out what he was saying. His kisses started getting sloppier and his words slurred together, the room started to spin and blur. He knew something was wrong and he tried to get up, but his body wasn't letting him. Blackness crept into his vision and finally, Robin passed out.