Robins

Another spyhole. Lois looked through and saw an alley. She blinked, wondering if this was outside...brick walls, a doorway with a bright bulb and shade above it giving the only light...but no, there was no garbage, no smell of the street. Lois couldn't quite see the ceiling...but she could see the scene.

The mark—she assumed it must be the client—was wearing a trenchcoat and fedora, but she was naked underneath, except for some sort of harness. Lois could see her breasts as the coat flapped to her thrusts. Hips slamming slowly against the buttocks in front of her.

Lois knew that Batman had more than one Robin, in a sort of casual way. Gotham was never her beat, but she kept her eye on things. Children in vibrant costumes, jumping from rooftops, tackling deadly criminals three times their size—there had even been a girl, once. A little blonde thing.

Here, there were two of them.

The sex industry had whole subsections devoted to "naughty teens" in their twenties with shaved pussies, "barely legals" with pigtails and braces. Still, the one she was humping looked young. Slim green pants drawn down his legs, little cock locked in a cage, no trace of pubic hair. Late teens, at least. The domino mask concealed his eyes, but did nothing to hide his tongue hanging from his mouth. His hips twitched in response to her thrusts. A natural bottom. He was into it.

The other Robin was busy lifting the client's trench coat, to expose a shapely mass of buttock. Blonde, this one, the slight swell of breasts beneath her bright red shirt. "Her" cock was erect and pressing against the client...and then they were a unit, thrusting one into the other, the trenchcoat figure the sandwich in the middle.

"Have you ever been with...more than one at a time?" Maria whispered.

Lois shook her head.

"It's different. More than you'd expect. It's about trust. Those two in there, they're a team. It lets them let go a little, to know that they're there together. Because it's not just about feeling good. It's about making the client feel good."

Lois watched the buttocks quiver, the capes flap in the dark alley. The thrusts were rippling through them now, and Lois wondered if the client was getting it in the pussy or ass. Saw the client put her hand on the boy's backside, the thumb massaging his anus, as the strap-on slipped in and out...then it went in and something white started to drip from that caged dick below him.

"Is that something you'd want to try?" Maria whispered. "Or would you like to see more?"