Decided to redo this story since it has become more than a drabble. Enjoy
Mai watched the little hand on the giant clock drag another five seconds of her life away with a characteristic sigh. Grimacing, she turned her eyes away from a couple from her night school classes displaying way too much PDA outside of her aunt's floral shop. Her eyes, instead landed on the digital clock of her cellular device that she paid way too much of her own, hard-earned wages for.
Sighing louder at the distinctive, inch long crack in the middle of the screen, thanks to Tom-Tom, Mai casually pressed the single middle button of the latest Iphone to reveal the wonderfully, self-obsessed world of Instaflagrant. The city's youngest, appointed mayor was obviously as bored with life as she felt as he had just posted a new upload of his recently acquired black motorcycle with the word Honour written in creepy, red calligraphy along its side.
Must be nice to do absolutely nothing all day. Thought Mai, accidentally double-tapping the picture.
"Damn it". She grumbled, quickly removing the red, heart icon, knowing the mayor/ex-boyfriend would get the notification anyway, despite her deleting him from all of her social media contacts.
Scrolling past the photo, hurriedly, she gasped at her best friend's recently added Throwback Thursday photo of them and their estranged old flames on the popular Ember Island Beach Resort.
"Ty Lee…" She grumbled. "Can you please let go of the past".
Screen shotting the photo, she sent it back, through text, to her past-obsessed, bubbly, childhood friend with three exclamation marks along with three death emojis. It was not long afterwards that she received a text back with two sad faces and one smoochie face. Rolling her eyes, Mai quickly turned her phone on its face when the bells above the floral shop's door chimed, signaling new patrons.
Glancing at the clock above the door, she tried her best to give a soul-disturbing smile to the couple that decided twenty minutes before closing time was the best time to order a bouquet.
"Well, hello, Mai!" Squealed Ty Lee's overly excited mother, flashing a picture-perfect smile while clutching her new husband, a man over 15 years her junior's, arm.
"Plenus stercoris es," Mai mumbled to herself. "Good day, Mrs. Zhou, what a pleasant surprise. Orange is so flattering on you," she said, instead.
Mrs. Zhou giggled, nearly making Mai's ears bleed.
"Oh, you're such a dear!" Piped the mother of seven identical twins and two, six and 24 month boys respectively with her current, admiral beau.
Choking back a sigh, Mai pointed to a new bouquet of orange flowers her aunt had designed just before leaving her niece to close up shop. "May I suggest Chinese Lanterns?" She asked, hoping to kill three cat-owls with one stone through making a quick sell to get rid of those hideous, orange plants and Ty Lee's mother in 60 seconds, flat.
Mrs. Zhou's face turned grim, as she released the death grip on her beau, who, now freed, immediately retreated out of the store for a smoke break. Sensing that the woman had other intentions for her rotten timing, Mai prepared herself for what was coming.
"That's not why I am here, Sweetheart," started Mrs. Zhou, stopping at the glass desk, separating them. "I am worried about my daughter".
Geez, you remember her? Thought Mai, avoiding rolling her eyes, wondering when was the last time Ty Lee had even seen her mother since graduating from Kyoshi University's medical school with her PsyD in Clinical Psychology.
Mai had been both proud and surprised that the young woman had been so adamant about entering and actually completing school through her own merit as she was a popular, cheerleading C student at the academy. Mai had lost interest after her bachelor's, yet since changed her mind to take classes at night. Unfortunately, she had placed all of her dragon eggs in one basket when she believed that her billionaire ex-boyfriend, turned mayor's marriage proposal was within her grasp.
Needless to say, he had proven himself a terrible liar and she cursed herself every night like a prayer just before bed for putting up with his evil little sister all throughout their childhood just to get close to him.
"Well, I heard she's been offered a job at Capital City's Arkham Asylum as Head Psychiatrist". Announced Mai, leaving out the part about Ty Lee having been in the city for the past year and on her second raise at the nuthouse.
Upon arriving back in the capital, the doctor had begged Mai to let her stay with her until she saved enough money to live on her own, at which, Mai agreed to reluctantly. Since the girl moved out last month, however, she'd missed her pink-loving, energetic friend's presence in her unbearably bleak apartment on the trashy side of the city. Ty Lee had somehow managed to upgrade into a fabulous penthouse in the upper echelons of the city.
"Yes," said Mrs. Zhou, dreamily. "Her step-father and I are so proud, but I worry that she will get mixed up with that…girl friend you all had before". Mai raised an eyebrow, but listened attentively. "You know, the mayor's sister…"
"Azula Jiang?" Mai asked, knowing the answer.
Mrs. Zhou nodded, slowly. "Please, Mai, my daughter has a sensitive heart. I-I just don't want that woman to get into her head again. She won't answer my phone calls since I married Chan, but I know she will listen to you".
The florist thought on the matter. Of course, she along with most inhabitants of the free world knew of Mayor Zuko Jiang and his elite team's famous infiltration and dismantling of his father's criminal empire, taking the second in command and sister down along with their father. The Jiang Family's criminal and political reign had been felt around the world for over a hundred years, ironically, both ending and extending to the outcast descendant, Zuko.
After Boss Azulon or "Sharkie" as he was known increased the stronghold of his father, Sozin or "The Godfather's" mafia in every nation except the earth kingdom, he was not-so mysteriously killed by his second son, Ozai "Snake Eyes" who snatched the control of the empire from his older brother, the kind hearted, frequent visiting Iroh, nicknamed "The Grim Reaper" for his loyal, bloody past and more recently affectionately called "The General". Snake Eyes later had his wife, "The Godmother" or Ursa arrested for the death of his father and divorced her between taking over the family business of pillage and murder, spawning and mutilating the current mayor, "Crysler" and apprenticing his pride and joy, "La Bella Mafia", Azula Jiang.
Thanks to the special, though dangerously toxic relationship between the siblings, Crysler pulled some strings to have his sister placed in Capital City's Arkham Asylum under the insanity label. As close friends of the siblings due to their own fathers' affiliations with the mobster family, Ty Lee and Mai had actually witnessed La Bella Mafia's sadistic streak, honed by her father, and both agreed that she was right where she needed to be.
"I highly doubt Ty Lee will allow such a thing, Mrs. Zhou. She's smarter than she looks," answered Mai, remembering vividly how the doctor had triggered the dismantling of the dynasty's criminal reign by secretly calling the future mayor and his team moments after the two had witnessed a brutal execution of twenty petty gangsters at the snap of La Bella Mafia's fingers.
Mrs. Zhou nodded, breathing out dramatically, her bottom lip trembling. "Well, could you please let her know that I asked about her?"
"Sure," said Mai, glancing at the clock behind the woman.
Mrs. Zhou bowed courteously. "Thank-you. Guess, I'll take those flowers, now," she added with a pleasant smile and generous tip along with the price of the bouquet.
"No, thank-you, Mrs. Zhou," responded Mai with a bow of her own as she thought of her overdue cellphone bill and immediately appreciated the ten minutes after closing time wasted by Ty Lee's mom. "Come back soon!" She added with a genuinely friendly wave.
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Meanwhile, hot breaths fogged a giant glass window in Dr. Ty Lee Zhou's office. Luckily, it was two hours after closing time for the clinical psych ward wing of the asylum or someone would have surely heard the psychiatrist's obscene language at high pitched volumes that would will a soul to open her opaque door, bearing her name and credentials to witness a very unethical session between doctor and patient.
Dr. Ty Lee was praised world-wide for her skills and knowledge of the human body, yet she ultimately failed at diagnosing her own body's sick cravings for the sharp, dangerous, pink flesh painting her in elaborate shades from her helpless position atop wobbly fours across her mahogany desk. The good doctor told herself that this was just physical, nightly payment installments for her lavish penthouse overlooking Capital City's historic, upper-class sector purchased by the Jiang family for her private sessions with her patient.
That's all this is. She reminded herself for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes of sweaty passion between her and La Bella Mafia, herself. Purely physical. "Oh…Spirits!" Slipped through her teeth. Years' worth of free education. "FFF…uck!" Gasped the good doctor, legs shaking with her lost count of multiple releases. I don't want to marry her… She appeased herself, hands and teeth sinking into months of paperwork before sending them over the side of the desk. Maybe…just marry…her tongue…
"Do you want me to stop now?" Asked the mafia princess smoothly.
Fuck, NO! Thought the good doctor, instead responding by reaching behind her to grasp the purple toy attached to the woman's waist and tugging her close.
The mafia princess was more skilled than any of the hundred or so partners the good doctor may or may not have had secretly and unsuccessfully attempted to replace her with at various swinger parties during her medical school years at Kyoshi University.
The two old friends have been secretly fucking since high school and despite being estranged for several years and the doctor being engaged multiple times, including currently, Ty Lee had spread for Azula within a week of taking her current position at the asylum. The woman had driven her mad from her white, padded cell, to the rooftop, janitor's closet, back of her expensive, new car and from under the desk during unexpected popups with her boss, Mayor Zuko with his and Azula's uncle along with all six of her sisters.
It was hopeless to think a medical license would grant her the smarts to leave the mafia princess alone. It was hopeless, truly hopeless. To others, she was making fantastic progress with the asylum's infamous patient. If only they knew the real content on her locked up tapings of Azula's healing sessions currently under her desk that she masturbated to on her lunch hour breaks. Or the hidden pictures of Azula's body in every single room of her house.
"Yes…" She moaned when Azula's nails dug into her hips, followed by a satisfying fill.
Ty Lee jumped at the sound of pounding against her opaque door.
"Is that…your fiancée?" Growled La Bella Mafia with a forceful pound of her hips that made the good doctor squeal and gush fresh wetness.
"Ty, it's me," called her best friend from the other side of the door.
Mai? Now that was definitely not who she expected at this time.
"Under the desk," she whispered to the mafia princess.
The princess shrugged, used to such an ordeal and crawled beneath the mahogany as the good doctor adjusted her black skirt, jacket reapplying her makeup and hair before calmly opening the door to reveal her childhood friend.
"Hi, Mai!" She squeaked a bit too happily.
Cocking an eyebrow, Mai entered, surveying the office. Ty Lee immediately retreated to her desk chair and slid her legs under, clearing her throat to disguise an erotic groan as the princess grasped her knees and went to work.
"I would think with your position, this place would be spotless," Mai commented, motioning towards the mess that was once neat, desk documents and picture frames now scattered about the floor.
Instead of an immediate response, Dr. Ty Lee Zhou bit her bottom lip as Azula added a finger to the masterpiece she was creating below the desk.
"Mm hmm?" She managed to squeak.
"Your mom came by the shop".
Gripping the table to keep from collapsing, the good doctor managed to eye roll to avoid them rolling to the back of her head. "What!" Wow… "Did…" AGNI, HELP ME… "I mean, what did she want?"
Mai took a seat on the couch. "Just making sure the lunatic hasn't managed to drive you to a cell next to her".
Feeling Azula pulling away, Ty Lee hurriedly grasped the back of her head and shoved her back towards her pelvis. Quivering, she gave a sheepish smile as Azula resumed her work. Crisis averted.
"Well, I'm a big girl now," she said.
"Yeah, I told her that. Anyway, there's a new lesbian club on the harbor. Figured you and your fiancée could check it out to take your mind off that hopeless wreck".
Fuck…Fuck…Fuck…
Nodding quickly the good doctor answered, "Good idea. Um…yeah, I'll let…her know".
"Are you ok, Ty? You look flushed. Are you sick?"
There's a name for this. Addiction, yes, I'm sick…a hopelessly, sick addict. Thought Ty Lee feeling her fourth climax since Mai entered. "I'm fine, Mai, like you said. It's hopeless…" She managed before squeaking out. "I'm much different now, yes sir-ree! I'm done with that hopeless…situation," she spoke as she silently released in beautiful ecstasy.
Plenus stercoris es loosely translates to "You are full of shit" in Latin according several sources.