Chapter 2: A Smoking Hot Demon

It was another night in Jump City. This time, the Titans were headed out together. And it was at the most high end and exclusive club in town.

“Oooh, we are going out to the club!” Starfire said cheerfully.

“Is this a catchphrase for something else?” Cyborg said. “Because if we’re hunting the villains, I’m gonna give them some of the club-POW!” he said, punching his fist into his hand.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna give them some of the club-club-club with my stick!” Robin said.

“Hey, how did we even get tickets to go to a super high end club joint anyway?” said Beast Boy.

“I made reservations,” said Raven.

“You, mama?”

“How did you do it?” Cyborg said with stars in his eyes.

“Oh I just know a few people,” Raven said. “And I work there.”

“The Raven works at the club?” said Starfire.

“Yeah, so don’t embarrass me!”

“We’d never embarrass you, ma-ma!” said Beast Boy.

“Oh yeah, maybe people will now see me as the king I truly am!” said Robin.

When they got there, they were all wowed by the place. There were already several limos with people being taken out all dressed up, there was a red carpet, and lights flashing all over the place. The Titans went to the entrance, but the bouncer dressed in a suit as high end as anything else here, stopped them from entering. He just folded his arms.

“Hey, what’s the big idea!” said Beast Boy. “We’re the Titan Teens!”

“You mean the Teen Titans, BB,” said Cyborg.

“Yeah the Teetan Tines!”

“We are the golden gods of superheroes!” said Robin. “Bow before us!”

“We don’t have you on for here,” the bouncer said.

“Does my man need the sha-blammo?” said Cyborg.

“Or perhaps I will use the eye lasers,” said Starfire.

“I like all these ideas!” said Robin. “Did the voices in your heads suggest them too?”

The bouncer glared at them and was cracking his knuckles.

“Guys, stop!” said Raven.

The bouncer let just the faintest smile slip onto his face and compared to his earlier stoic disposition, he looked positively cheery by comparison. “It’s always good to see you, Raven.”

“Hey, I hope I’m not late.”

“No, you’re right on time.”

“Just let them in or they’ll never leave you alone.”

“Anything for you, Miss Raven.” He moved aside so they could go in.

“Oh yeah, talk about having connections boy!” Beast Boy said.

“Please don’t make a scene, guys,” said Raven.

“Whatever you say, mama,” Beast Boy said.

When they got to the receptionist, Raven snuck up to him and just said, “Just put them at that table.”

“Oh that one hasn’t been cleaned and used in ages!” said the receptionist.

“Don’t worry, they won’t be able to tell the difference.”

He whispered. “But someone actually pissed on it and we haven’t bothered to clean it up.”

“I know, that’s the point. But for that pink haired alien, give her that table,” she said, pointing to a really well furnished table complete with wine and even pillows to rest on your head on. “She’s cool. She’s a princess.”

They snickered amongst themselves. The Titans were wowed by their opulent surroundings, all the people dressed up both for class and to look good. Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy found themselves checking out all the women. They tried making smiles and catching their eyes, but these dames just ignored them. For as snobby as these people were, the male Titans were more arrogant by far, still going out in just their superhero costumes.

When they got to their table, they didn’t notice how beat up the surface was. It was kept for the nouveau riche and other posers who liked to flaunt their cash, but didn’t really know quality when they saw it. Only reserved for the loudest and dumbest people who came to this place. The owners of the club actually let the janitors pee on it when things were done.

The Titans were all too happy to be there.

“Wow, look at all this crazy food!” said Beast Boy. “Hey waiter! Give me some of everything!”

“Oh yeah, especially some of the waffles!” said Cyborg. “Waffles with lobster! Waffles with crouton! Waffles with cake! Waffles!”

“Waffles!” said Beast Boy. The both of them went at it like that for several minutes.

“They are giving the voices in my head a headache,” Robin said. Then he smiled like he was a small child. “Oh yes they are!” he said in a weaselly little voice. “We cannot’s take’s it!” He started giggling uncontrollably.

“The waffles!” Starfire piped in from across the room.

“Oh no, not you too Star!” Robin whined. “Noooooo!”

They were like that for several minutes. They were so into it that none of them noticed Raven was missing. With them incessantly yelling “Waffles!” to Starfire and her yelling it right back, the whole room was hearing their stupid game. Pretty soon people were giving them dirty looks. But just as someone was ready to tell them to shut it, the lights dimmed. They all looked at the stage.

It was Raven. She was dressed in a sleeveless black dress with a long slitted skirt. She was wearing long satin gloves and high heels, with her legs covered in fine nylons. Beast Boy’s jaw dropped.

Then she began to dance. She danced every move she could, moving about like fluid motion. A foxtrot, a quickstep, and so many more, and even she would even sometimes pantomime as if she were dancing with a partner. Thanks to her magic, she created a shadow double of herself, and they danced as if they were partners. No matter what the position, she would easily pirouette into another style. With every move, her dress glittered. The spotlight followed her every move.

When she was finished, her whole body was covered in a fine sheet of sweat. The crowd erupted into a roar of applause.

“Woo, that’s my Rae-Rae!” said Beast Boy.

“Oh yeah, you did it girl!” said Cyborg.

“She has the skills that pay the bills!” said Starfire.

“She was so awesome!” said Robin. Then he switched to a low manly voice. “Oh yes she does, heh heh heh!”

“Thank you so much everyone!” said Raven. Then she bowed and left the stage.

The Titans were really happy. They started bragging how she was their friend. Unbeknownst to them, she wasn’t off to join them. Instead, she went to the VIP lounge.

There was a set of high rollers waiting for her. They weren’t old like the last pack, but they were all older than her, and right now that was exactly what she was looking for. All well dressed, they grinned ear to ear at the sight of her.

The room was already covered in thick smoke, from one of them smoking a cigar. These men were nothing like her past set of lovers. The guys from before were all big deals, rich guys who owned yachts and were all corporate execs of some kind but deep down on the inside, harmless. This bunch on the other hand looked dangerous. Bigshots who didn’t care what they were doing so long as they were having fun, some of them were dressed in suits in ties and others were dressed like the thugs they were, gold chains and blinged out to the nine. But she didn’t care one bit. She had dealt with worse. And she was way worse than all of them put together.

“That was a good show,” said one of them.

“Oh thank you,” Raven said, sheepishly clasping her hands and blushing all over her pretty white face.

“Don’t be so bashful Miss,” said another. “You’ve earned a spot here with us studs.”

“Thanks guys...”

“Come here,” said the one smoking his cigar. He was a tall black guy, only sporting a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and similarly fine pants. She could tell how muscular he was underneath.

She still put on the act of a shrinking violet. “Okay...” she said, and went to him. He was still beckoning her forward. She understood exactly what he was getting at and sat right on his lap. The rest of the guys there were snickering.

“You’re a very good dancer,” he said.

Her face lit up. “Thank you!”

“You sure you’re old enough to be here with us guys?”

“If I said I was?”

He took a long puff of his cigar and blew the smoke in her face. “I’d say you’re lying.” He put his hand all over her legs and shamelessly moved them up and down, feeling her up.

She didn’t react at all. Her true self began to shine through, she didn’t look away from him once. “You don’t seem to care, copping a feel all over these gams.”

“You’re right, I don’t. What are you going to do about it?”

“Watch and find out.” She took the cigar from him and took a long puff herself, then cupping his chin, squeezed his face so hard his mouth opened right up. Then she kissed him directly on the lips.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth. He eagerly responded, coiling his own around hers. She moaned deeply as they sucked face, the thick smoke in her mouth flowed right back into his. Whatever little shock he felt at her forwardness went to the winds. He felt all over her legs even more. He loved the texture of her thighs, they felt so good in her nylons, and he squeezed them like he owned them.

She had no complaints as to how eager he was getting with her. She reached around the back of his neck and cradled his head. Then she crossed her legs, further exposing herself to him. He hadn’t stopped feeling up her legs one bit and now he was feeling up her full thighs in their nylons with both of his dark hands. The other men watched them with ardent attention.

They didn’t stop making out one bit. His hands were moving further up her dress, he found where her nylons ended and her creamy pale flesh underneath began. He could feel the heat of her vagina underneath, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Raven just held the cigar to the side, like she was a pinup model.

When their lips parted, there was a line of smoke and spit between their tongues.

“You’re a little too young to be getting wet from this kind of thing,” he said.

“I hope I’m not too hot for you to handle.”

He licked his lips, still savoring her taste. “Oh no, you’re fine just the way you are.”

Raven didn’t respond. Her dark nipples were standing up on end. Without another word, he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples through the dress. She hissed at feeling his fingers clamp down onto her sensitive caps with a vice grip before she smiled from how good it felt. He would relent with his grip only to go right back down on them just as soon as she was starting to get comfortable again.

But she was plenty wicked herself. While he was mauling her tits, she rubbed her hand all over his crotch. At that point he was so hard that she could grip his whole shaft within his pants and stroke him. The whole time they were testing each other, they didn’t look away from each other.

He broke first. He lunged forward and yanked down the front of her dress, sucking all over her tits. After all her taunting, he might as well have been eating them, taking them wholly into his mouth. He made sure to lick all over them like they were a fine piece of fruit while sucking on them with his lips. He felt her nipples standing out on her tongue and bit into them the same way he had been pinching them, first hard, then letting loose. All the while Raven still sat on top of his lap, massaging the lump in his pants.

Her lover’s hand brushed across her slit. Her whole body shook up, she almost dropped the cigar. He was still sucking her tits, but he knew just how badly she was feeling it. He probed his finger deeper into her wet pussy, feeling her whole body quiver. She blew one final puff of smoke onto his face to get his attention.