Raven's Quick Cash Gig

Raven leaned against the Titans Tower kitchen counter, her dark cloak draped loosely over her shoulders, barely concealing the way her tight leotard hugged every curve. Starfire hovered nearby, floating a few inches off the ground, eyes wide with that innocent curiosity that always made Raven roll her own.

“I’m heading out tonight,” Raven said flatly, voice low and monotone as always. “Meeting up with two old guys. They’re gonna fuck me.”

Starfire blinked, orange skin flushing a deeper shade. “Raven… friend… why would you do such a thing? Is this… a human ritual of bonding?”

Raven sighed, rubbing her temple with one pale finger. “No, Star. It’s rent. I’m short this month—again—and these guys are loaded. Old money, older cocks. They just want a quick fuck from a ‘mysterious goth girl.’ Should be easy cash.”

Starfire tilted her head, ponytail swaying. “But… are you not concerned? Two men at once? And they are elderly?”

Raven gave a dry, humorless laugh. “They’re like super old, Star. Walking-cane, Viagra-popping, ‘back-in-my-day’ old. How much can they really do? I figure they’ll squeeze my big juicy ass a few times, grope my tits until they’re red, maybe slap them around a little. That’ll probably make them blow their ancient loads in like… two minutes flat. I’ll be home before midnight with rent money and zero emotional damage.”

Starfire floated closer, concern creasing her brow. “But what if they wish to… penetrate you deeply? Or… perform acts upon your throat? Or—oh no—release their seed inside you in great quantity?”

Raven smirked, a rare flicker of amusement crossing her usually stoic face. She adjusted her cloak, letting it fall open just enough to show the deep cleavage and the way her leotard strained over her heavy breasts.

“Please. They’re not gonna throat-fuck me until I gag. They’re not gonna ram me balls-deep up my ass and turn me into a gaping mess. And impregnate me with a creampie? Star, come on. These guys probably haven’t produced more than a teaspoon since the Nixon administration. Worst case, I let them paw at me, jerk them off onto my tits, collect the cash, and portal out. Easy.”

She pulled her hood up, shadows swallowing her violet eyes. “Besides… if things get weird, I can always just meditate them into a five-second nap. Or worse.”

Starfire hovered silently for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Very well, friend Raven. Be safe. And… perhaps text me when you return? I will prepare the mustard-based snacks you enjoy.”

Raven paused at the door, glancing back with the faintest smirk. “Mustard snacks after getting paid to let two grandpas fondle me? Yeah… I’ll take those.”

With a swirl of dark energy, she vanished into a portal, leaving Starfire alone in the kitchen, quietly wondering if human rent problems were truly worth such… intimate sacrifices. 💜🖤🍑