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Robin on Spring Break	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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           Dick stretched out as he opened his eyes. After a night mostly spent awake and thinking, he was surprised he ended up falling asleep. Nesting comfortably on his chest was Neila. He knew from some angle in the room that this made for a nice picture. Carefully, he wiggled from under her, carefully substituting a pillow for his pecs. As he rose from the bed he pulled the sheets away. His eyes scanned the bed from top to bottom and back to top. Neila’s body was really phenomenal. She had narrow but shapely hips, a tight waist and proportionally huge tits. He knew that despite her current infatuation with Tut her mind was too sharp to ever have to use her body to make money. At least that was his wish for her.
            King Tut’s lecture continued to consume Dick. Hearing his life story told as a fable diminished him, it undercut whatever bravado he held. This trip had to mean something – the way it came about, the things that happened – and now with Neila by his side maybe it was time for a new beginning. With so many thoughts intersecting in his mind he fired up his laptop and wrote Bruce a long e-mail. As he hit send he thought about how futile that was. Bruce never answered his e-mails. His usual practice was to acknowledge it and comment several days later or the next time they saw each other.
            Dick realized he was still naked so he decided to get dressed and start his day. When he stood up and turned around Neila was standing right next to him with the sheet wrapped around her sarong style.
            “How long where you there?” he asked.
            “I just arrived,” she replied immediately and then adding content, “did I miss something?”
            “No,” he replied a bit distantly, “I was just wondering if you saw what I was writing.” Without waiting for her answer he continued, “What does your day look like?”
            “Well, actually I have several things to do today, some with friends from school, some for Egyptology, but first on the list…” Neila grabbed Dick’s penis, gave it a gentle squeeze, then pushed it up against his abdomen and rolled it down towards its natural position. With no more stimulation, his faithful tool on this sexual week stood at attention ready for more action.
Soon after Neila left Dick’s mobile rang. He saw it was Becky calling and he almost let it ring out but guilt made him press the answer button. She did not surprise him with the reason for the call. “Hey Dick, just making sure you remembered that we’re having a party tonight and I’m expecting you to be there. Not only for the silly protection that Brittany is building up but more for,” she hesitated slightly, “I think it would be good to hang out together.”
            “Sure, sure I’ll be there, Becky. What time?” He almost asked if it would be okay to take a date but knowing how she felt about him he decided that would be mean. He would start the night with her but finish it with Neila.
            The routine part of Dick’s day then commenced. He had a hard core regimen of calisthenics and cardio vascular work that kept him prepared for crime fighting or, in the case this week, pumped for the beach. After accumulating a copious amount of sweat his phone rang again. It was Nubis, one of the Tutlings, telling him the King of Thebes wanted to see him. Dick consented easily. After hanging up he tried to remember when he gave Nubis his number.
            Dick went to the meeting place on auto pilot. The school seemed to be Tut’s headquarters. The fact that it was an academic institution it made it as appropriate as any place and because it was closed for Spring Break made it available. Criminals could be practical, too.
            King Tut had arranged for them to meet in the Principal’s office. Upon entering Dick effused praise on Tut for his lecture the night before. Tut accepted his admiration with grace and expectance. He asked Dick a few questions about his background and when Dick told him where he went to school and that he was from Gotham City Tut cried, “Great you are already one of my subjects!” He then cut directly to his plan.
            He identified Brittany Peck as the woman worthy to become his Nefertiti, his Queen. Since he was invited to speak at a gathering of their sorority at her hotel that night he would honor them with his presence and intellect and then leave with her.
            “And what if she refuses?” Dick asked then wondered how smart it was to question King Tut’s plan. He had seen his famous temper before.
            “She will leave with me,” Tut continued with a little more emphasis. Her willingness did not seem to be an issue for him, “and we shall marry tonight. Siris has been granted a license by this great state to officiate the ceremony. “If by some unbelievable chance, Miss Peck refuses to marry me, then we will proceed to Plan B and call her parents for ransom.”
            “I know her from school, King Tut. I don’t know if she comes from a very well-heeled family.”
            “Don’t you think I know that,” he simmered but did not reach boiling, “the Peck’s have a modest nest egg at their disposal but their church, where he is the treasurer, is loaded. We’ll have him pilfer the plunder and send the disgraced commoner back to him properly embalmed.”
            Dick punched one hand into the other and exclaimed “Alright!” but his outburst was merely a mask for the anger and betrayal he felt that Tut was who he really was, not who Dick hoped he would be.
            When Dick returned to his hotel he began to strategize how to operate that night. He had made three commitments: to Becky, as an escort; to Brittany, as Robin; and to Tut as a lookout. The first and third he could combine since he did not plan on helping Tut at all, but how could he pull off being Dick Grayson and Robin at the same time. He decided to arrive at the party as himself but accessorized with his backpack containing his uniform of justice. Backpacks were so ubiquitous no one would notice. He would Mrs. Doubtfire it, keeping both girls entertained.
            The way Brittany asked him to take off his sunglasses on the beach the other day made him suspect that even if she did not see enough of his face for a positive ID she saw enough to gather some distinguishing marks, like his stupid sunburn. Fortunately, a good bit of the facial sunburn had faded already but there was still enough for a sharp girl like her to figure it out. Dick was finally grateful for the high end hotel he had booked himself into because he was able to go to the lobby and have the resident beauty salon apply enough makeup to screen his white mask and give his skin an even tone.
            The party was hopping from the moment he arrived. Becky lit up when she saw him and he sensed she forcefully restrained herself from not greeting him more affectionately than the open mouthed kiss she planted on his lips. He asked if he could keep his backpack in her room. He hoped she would not take it as an invitation to head there together right way. Dick returned from depositing his bag under her bed and Becky handed him a beer. He made a note to be exceedingly careful about drinking. They toasted each other and Becky almost guzzled her entire cup. She then told him about the hotel and how it was unique. Each floor was set up for sororities and fraternities. It allowed for a large common area for social gatherings such as this, plus it offered separated bedrooms. She had a roommate but some girls like Brittany had singles. The only downside was common bathrooms in the hall.

As long as Tut had not arrived yet he could remain Dick. He would try to limit the Robin appearances until tactically useful. After an hour Dick noticed some of the Tutlings had worked their way into the crowd. Dick decided it might be a good time to demonstrate the quality of the security. He returned to Becky’s room and made a note to find out who her roommate was. Well practiced in the art of quick transformation, he made his way out the hotel window and creeped along the ledge in order to make an entrance from a different place than the exit Dick Grayson made.
When Robin entered the party it immediately took a different vibe from the mood he had just left. He was conscious of all the eyes on him and the motives that varied among the girls and guys. Keep cool, keep cool was the mantra he chanted to himself. In no time he found Brittany or more precisely she made herself found.
“Hello, Brittany, my name is Robin. I understand you are in charge here.”
“Robin please, you don’t need to be so formal. We have a bit of a history, wouldn’t you say? I am sure I don’t need to remind you of our introduction on the roof.”
“Yes, well…” Not really having a response, he decided to keep the conversation as professional as possible. “Do you have an estimated arrival time for Professor McElroy?”
“Do you mean King Tut? He did not specify. He tends to talk of time in terms of eras rather than 24 segments in a day.” Brittany continued to try and force the conversation. She was not used to guys barely acknowledging her every word. Robin excused himself to have a walk around the floor. He tried to avoid getting too close to Becky. He wasn’t sure if she would recognize him up close.
Returning several minutes later he noticed Brittany had chosen not to complete her space with the usual admiring crowd. She was obviously waiting for him. “All clear,” he reported.
“You’re not serious are you? I mean, he’s just a college professor, right?”
Robin wasn’t sure how she would react if he told her everything he knew. “I was told you wanted me here for security. I am just doing my civic duty.”
“Well, if the truth be told, I wanted you here to finish what we started a few days ago. Wasn’t that fun? You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“Listen, Brittany, what happened a few mornings ago, happened. It was just two kids about the same age having fun. I don’t normally hang out with people like you. I know your game. In fact, I heard everything you said the other morning. So I really know how much of a game you play. But don’t worry; I am not here to spoil your image. I am here to make sure the good time everyone is having is a safe time.”
After milling about for a few minutes with nothing being said he announced, “I’m going to do another roundabout. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”
Robin left the way he originally entered and retraced his journey back to Becky’s room where he transformed once again. Stuffing his outfit back into the knapsack he rushed to return to Becky. “Sorry it took so long. I had to go to the bathroom as well.” Becky and Dick eased into the type of discussions they enjoyed while at school. He noticed, however, that she was slurring some words. As she was talking, he canvassed the room and must have held his look on Brittany for some time because all of the sudden Becky asked, “Are you in love with her, too?”
“Who?” Dick was caught off guard and had to cover his tracks for surveillance while not in costume.
“Please, Dick. Brittany. I mean I would understand. There’s no denying she’s gorgeous.”
“No way. She’s messed up. She’s not our type.”
Becky liked that he used the collective pronoun. “You know, she’s really smart, Dick. Nothing gets by her.”
“Whatever.”
The animated vibe of the party continued. There were a lot of kids who were on the cusp of losing control. Dick realized a half hour had passed so he excused himself again and minutes later Robin was back in the house. He noticed Tut’s followers were not in sight anymore and wondered if they had left or were staked out in different positions on the floor. Robin made his way back to Brittany.
“You know, Robin, what you said before was true, is true. I’m so inexperienced. You’re the only one who knows that. But tonight, that’s going to change. Tonight you’re going to take my virginity.”
Robin spun his head and looked at her. Her eyes were serious and playful at the same time. He could see why guys acted stupid over her. Still he resisted, “It ain’t gonna happen tonight.”
“Oh yes it will. Not only are you going to fuck me but by morning, I’ll be wearing your mask.”
Robin looked at her and again had no worthy response. He changed the subject, “Can you get me a glass of water, please?” As he watched her walk towards a cooler he thought “She is a handful. I cannot keep up with someone like that. I need to be careful.” Robin had some spirit gum in his utility belt which he wore when he felt the positioning of his mask could be compromised but he consciously was not using it tonight because of all the costume changes he needed to make and the marks it would leave on his skin. It would be a dead give-away to his dual life. “Focus on Tut.” Good words but somewhere in his mind, sex with Brittany was being whispered, too.
            “Here you go,” Brittany said handing Robin an oversized plastic cup known well on college campuses. Robin gulped it down. It was hot and he needed to neutralize any alcohol he consumed with Becky.
A few minutes later he noticed his mind wandering and commanded himself to stay alert. Somehow his sense of hearing was more acute than his eyesight. The music of the party, which he did not notice before, started governing his movements. Brittany saddled up to him and suggested they dance.
Normally, Robin would have declined emphatically but now, feeling the music, he thought it was a good idea. Together, they broke the dance floor ice and boogied as if they meant it. Soon others joined in and the party was about to go in a new direction. During the third song Robin’ control was so warped that he abandoned Brittany and started dancing on his own. As a solo act his dancing became raunchier and rhythmically suggestive. Space on the floor was cleared for him and he embraced his zone. He went up to different girls and pumped his junk right at their faces. Screams of delight accompanied each flirtatious movement.
Brittany was becoming annoyed. Robin was supposed to be there for her and her girls knew that. One girl found a seltzer sprayer and soaked Robin’s crotch with it. If anything it made him more aggressive with his dancing, thrusting his pelvis and lifting his shirt to show off his abs. The wet briefs removed any imagination to the package he was carrying and the girls responded with grabs at his cock and trying to cuddle his balls. A few clutches even left him momentarily exposed. When one girl wrapped her arms around his buttocks and began fellating him over his shorts Becky entered the scene and forcefully pulled Robin away. Brittany stood in the corner of the room with her arms crossed. Her plan appeared to have failed.
“Robin, come with me. This is not you. I saw what happened. Brittany spiked your drink.”
“What?” Of course, how else could he act so out of control when I hadn’t even finished one beer? What was she thinking? It worked though; I am ready for some pussy.
Becky continued to pull Robin through the hallway and to her bedroom. When they arrived she closed the door grateful that she saved Robin’s dignity. Robin, however, was less concerned about his dignity and more about his dick. He made a move to kiss Becky.
“Wait – Robin – What are you doing?”
“Becky. Come on we’re alone, let’s do it, right here, right now.”
“Robin it wouldn’t be right,” although deep down she was intrigued. And being drunken pushed intrigue up on the priority list.
“Don’t worry about Brittany.”
“I’m not worried about her, it’s just that there is another boy in my school and, I don’t know, maybe I love him and I don’t want to be unfaithful but, truth is, we haven’t even done it or even kissed and I’m feeling good now, real good…” her drunken rambling was doing nothing to halt the impending seduction because has she talked Robin had unbuttoned her blouse, exposed her breast, and began sucking on her nipple.
He paused to ask, “Is he here now? He returned to her surprisingly broad cantaloupe.
“No, I think he left. Actually, I haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“Let’s worry about Dick Grayson tomorrow.”
“How did you know his name?” she inquired but once he sank to his knees, pulling down her pants and panties in the process, and began kissing her in a region she had never been kissed before, she forgot her question. Robin continued exploring her slit and pasting her throbbing clitoris with his tongue. Becky liked this and thought why have I not had this done to me before? She crumpled backwards onto the bed and Robin inched up continuing his feast.
Becky’s snatch was so different than Darla’s. Whereas the southern belle’s pussy was mostly clean shaven and lean, Becky was trimmed enough to keep the growth in the bathing suit but not even close to serious de-forestation. Darla’s legs, while muscular, gave him lots of space, maybe it was also the way she sat over top of him, but Becky was definitely fleshier and combined with their lying position on the bed meant every time Robin bore down to dine at her Y, her thighs inadvertently pushed his mask up his face. He moved it back over his eyes a few times then to avoid the constant interruption he decided to adjust it for good when he was done. One thing he had to give Becky, while she may not have been his first choice, necessarily, she was the sweetest as a person and with her juices. It was the most enjoyable time he ever had going down on a woman.
Screams muted by the walls and music were heard in the hallway but it wasn’t until an hysterical girl burst in and out of Becky’s room bawling that Brittany was kidnapped. Robin’s mindset returned to his accountability at the sorority party. The news jolted him upright and he looked down at Becky.
With alcohol and orgasmic ecstasy fully dominating her body she slurred and purred, “Dick, why are you wearing Robin’s costume?” His mask was halfway up his forehead.
“I have to go,” he said with urgency.
“Not like that,” she replied.
“Becky, I’ll explain later,” as he fixed his mask into proper position.
“No, I mean with that boner.” It was huge and it would have been impossible to run with. “You’ve gotten me so wet. Please fuck me”
“Becky…”
“Robin, fuck me with your dick, Dick.”
Thinking he needed to get rid of his hard-on anyway and it will take the same amount of time as jerking off plus rationalizing he didn’t want her upset and talking to anyone, Robin mounted Becky.
Final chapter will be uploaded next week.
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