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As they waited for the lift she pulled a smartphone from her pocket, pursing her lips as she opened an app and scrolled through it. He put his hand to his own pocket, reaching for his own smartphone and, as his fingers dipped into his pocket felt a moment of panic before remembering he had had it confiscated Big Boobs by Athena’s assistant back at the arena, and at no point had had it back, or even seen her. “A-Athena?” She looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “Can I have my phone back?” She eyed him for a moment, then smiled sweetly, reaching out to run her fingers through his long black hair, “Aww, sweetie, no…” She winked and lowered her hand from his face, looking back to her phone as he stood there feeling oddly alone. His phone was his connection to his family, his friends, and though it wasn’t that they were waiting to hear from him, but without it he felt like a lifeline had been severed. They stepped into the lift together as it arrived along with one of Athena’s suited men, though Athena paid as much attention to their presence as she did to the pattern on the carpet beneath their feet. “Here, look.” She said with a smile, holding her sizable phone towards him, which he took, looking at what she offered. It was from Twitter, with #AthenaTour prominent in the caption beneath the photo that dominated the screen. It showed Athena smiling with one arm up waving midstep, wearing her casual outfit, no longer in her stage dress, her mature limo behind her and her arm around a boy, his body slender, especially when compared to her curvier form, his expression a little uncertain but his smile warm and surprisingly charismatic, his long hair giving him a very feminine appearance, a book clutched in one hand. Robin swallowed as she took the phone back from him, “That was me?” He asked uncertainly and Athena gave him an incredulous, 'duh', look before returning her attention to her phone. He looked up at the suited guard, a tall man with dark skin and an even darker expression that, thankfully, wasn’t pointed his way and Robin looked away again, inspecting the pattern on the carpet. He felt the elevator slow and the doors before him open, he let Athena step out first and, with a crook of her finger, was bid to follow. He didn’t object, following Athena as she slipped her phone back into her pocket, her suit going ahead to open her hotel room door, allowing them both to slip inside before closing it, sealing them both in the room, alone together. “Mm,” Athena sighed deeply, putting her phone down on a table and looking around. The room was exceptionally well furnished and, Robin noted, led into a couple of different rooms. He’d stayed in hotels before, but never one that was more than just a bedroom and adjoined bathroom. As he looked around he could see several of her possessions lying around and, he assumed, she must have stayed here the night before too. “What do you think?” She asked, looking over at him and smirking as she walked over to a pair of sizable couches. “It’s... Impressive.” He said, honestly and she shrugged. “It’s okay I suppose,” She paused, glancing towards the door where, he assumed, the bedroom was, “come on, I really want a shower but we’re going to have to do that photo shoot first. Your pictures, I mean.” He nodded some as she turned towards the room, stepping forward to follow but she hesitated, smirking, “Oh, and take off your shirt.” He stopped and looked up at her, eyes wide, “W-what? Why?” “Shy?” She teased, knowing he was. “Look.” She hooked her thumbs under the base of her shirt and lifted it up, his cheeks flushing crimson as her curvy plush form was revealed to him, bare and perfect, her stomach smooth, her breasts full and rounded on her chest, bigger than he had thought, her perfect nipples, for now at least, soft atop their mountains of flesh, “Now you.” He swallowed, staring at the beautiful blonde, the object of so many of his fantasies and desires stood there, topless, hands on her hips as she waited expectantly for him, him of all people, to partially undress too. He had to keep reminding himself that she wasn’t all the goddess that he saw before him, that she was manipulating him, using him, but his awareness didn’t stop him from obeying, albeit after setting down his sketchbook. Athena bit her lip as she got her first look at the bare skin of her cock sucking little gem. She had been worried that with his pale skin and dark hair she’d have to shave his body, as any little patches of masculinity would stand out like a beacon against his fairness, but to her delight, his lithe feminine body was as silky smooth as her own. “Ooh everything I learn about you just makes me want you more baby… Come on, pick up your book.” She winked, eying him briefly up and down before stepping away towards one of the side rooms. Despite himself, he followed eagerly with his book, if just for the opportunity to see the front side of Athena again, amateur in all its glory. He stepped into the bedroom hot on her heels and, looking past the figure of her back saw the large four post bed that dominated the room with its king size splendour. At the foot of it, against the wall, sat a large set of vanity mirrors on a table, all centred around a low backed chair that, judging by the number of open makeup kits strewn around, Athena had used earlier that day. She sauntered over to the foot of the bed with her phone in one hand and turned to face him again, smiling at his blush and patted her lap, “Come sit here… Open your book and let me take some pictures for Twitter, put those wondering who you are online at ease, hm?” He bit his lip russian and took a couple of timid steps forward before pausing, realising her game, “You… Just want to feel my ass against your thing, don’t you…” She eyed him for a moment then laughed, shrugging innocently, “Okay, yeah you got me, I just want to feel Lesbian your ass on my dick. I made sure not to touch her, although Lord knows I wanted to run my hands up and down her thighs terribly. "'Cause mom blames herself for your relapse, 'cause she fucked you russian before you were totally well." Something hot and hard was rubbing up and down my wet slit. I was loving being a submissive slut, it was like my second Lesbian nature. “Yes, I know. 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