Ch 1
Katara sighed as she listened to her advisors, telling her about the state of the many nations they were allied with. While it was important, Katara was about to fall asleep.
"Well, that concludes this meeting." one of the generals said.
"Good. Dismissed." Katara said.
Watching everyone leave, Katara entered her room and collapsed on the bed. All she wanted to do was sleep.
"Busy day, Kat?" Asami asked, sitting next to her.
"Like none other. I just want to sleep." Katara said.
"Well, i know just the thing that'll get your blood running." Asami said.
"What's that?" Katara asked.
"A night out. I know a place you'll like. It's called the Benders." Asami said.
"What's that?" Katara asked.
"To make it short, it's a contortionist joint. You got dancers and acrobats showing their talents and skills. I've been there a few times." Asami said.
The two headed into the city, to one of the more richer parts of the city. It was clear to Katara that Asami knew her way around this part of the city.
"Asami, where are we going?" Katara asked.
"Trust me. You'll like it." she said.
Katara didn't believe Asami, but let her drive with no interruption. They headed to a place with flashing neon lights and had music playing. They noticed that everyone was well dressed, but not professionally. Katara was grateful to be just wearing plain clothing so no-one could recognize her immediately.
Katara wondered what the hell she was getting herself into, and stopped when she saw the bright neon lights out front and saw the name of the building: The Benders.
"You brought me to a fucking strip club?" Katara asked.
Asami only laughed in response.
"God, Katara. You really need to get out more. It's not a strip club. It's a contortion joint. It's where contortionists come to perform. Trust you, you'll like it. I actually know some people here, and i had to pull a lot of strings to bring you. They give their customers the best experience. You may never get this opportunity again."
"Well I think that… did you say contortionist joint?" Katara asked.
"Yes. The dancers here make it an art form." Asami said.
"Alright. You got me hooked. I'll admit, that's a guilty pleasure of mine." Katara said, as they headed inside.
"Well, now's your chance to indulge. I've heard there's this new performer. He's supposed to be really good." Asami said.
"What's his name?" Katara asked.
"I heard it's Aang." Asami said.
Katara stayed silent, taking in her surroundings. When they entered the room, Asami dragged her to the main stage, and her jaw dropped.
Whoever made this place pulled no punches in money. She first saw how open and full of light it was. The color scheme was gold and dark red, adding a flare of sensuality. She thought that the palace was well decorated. This place could give the palace a run for its money.
Tables were scattered all over the floor, and the pattern was obvious as they made room for a catwalk. Looking up, she saw dozens of paintings of men and women stretching and bending themselves in positions that shouldn't be possible. More than a few of the pictures were rather risque, probably to lure the customers in and lower their guard.
"Come on, I see some seats close to the stage." Asami said, pulling Katara from her stupor. The two sat down, listening to the conversations that other customers were having.
"This is a good spot. The stage isn't far away, and when they come off from the catwalk, they usually hope off and go to the various tables." Asami said.
"I thought this wasn't a strip club." Katara hissed at Asami, putting two and two together.
"It isn't. But many customers like to give them tips, because they enjoy the show." Asami said.
Katara was about to open her mouth and say something rude, but decided not to. She'd rather let Asami enjoy this evening without any hiccups.
"When does the show start?" Katara asked.
"It's been going for an hour right now. We're in an intermission right now, and the rest of the performers will come up. If we're lucky, we'll see Aang." Asami said, checking her watch.
Katara raised an eyebrow. "There isn't a set schedule?"
"He just performs when he feels like it. I'm guessing the manager is still trying to get him some hours, since they have a full set." Asami explained.
"I take it you've seen him before." Katara dryly said.
"I have. He'll draw your attention like no other dancer. Hell, many of the guys here find him entertaining. But i doubt he swings that way." Asami said.
Katara put the info back in her head, but she was already thinking about this Aang. And there was no way she was going to give a tip to these performers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back after that brief intermission. I hope you're all settled in, because you won't want to miss what's coming next. First, is the famous Ty Lee. From what you told me, you love her red lipstick, and her performances even more, longtime viewers and newcomers, enjoy!" the announcer said.
Katara watched as the curtain rose, and the dancer appeared. She was wearing a skin-tight suit, the color palette a mixture of yellow and red. It did little to hide her figure, much to the delight of hungry eyes across the room. Asami looked like her eyes were about to burst out of her skull.
Ty Lee moved to the slow and sensual music, her curves and long supple legs were shown in their full glory. As much as Katara refused to admit it, she couldn't help but stayed glued to the young contortionist. She had a flirty smile on her face, as if she enjoyed the attention she was receiving.
Ty Lee performed several cartwheels in a row, before finishing with a toe touch. She went into a backbend and proceeded to walk on her hands and feet, like a crab. Approaching the edge of the catwalk, she pushed with her legs and cartwheeled off the stage, sticking the landing.
Ty Lee continued the show, moving her body like a snake in a slow provocative manner. Approaching a table, two men and a woman eagerly pulled out their wallets and gave her some cash, the woman licking her upper leg and hip bone stopping just above her crotch.
She came over to their table next, and Katara hiked her thumb to Asami. Ty Lee straddled Asami and rocked her hips against Asami, who was more than happy to return the favor. Asami watched as Ty Lee bent backwards with her legs spread open. Katara was sure the two were close to coming.
Ty Lee pulled back and kissed Asami, earning a few bucks from the young woman. She hopped back onto the stage and finished her routine, and when the music cut out, she bowed and headed to the rear curtain and disappeared from view.
"So, how'd you like that?" Asami asked.
"I will admit, it was intriguing. But if you two are going to fuck, do it away from me." Katara said.
After a few minutes passed, the announcer spoke again. "Ladies and gentlemen, though i emphasize the ladies, you are in for a treat because our ace is coming out of his cockpit to entertain you."
The air in the room changed, from playful and rosy, to something more darker and intense. Katara wondered what performance would ensure such a change in atmosphere. The lights were near off, and Katara was eying the stage on edge.
"Put your hands together for a round of applause for our very own mr bender, Aang!"
Katara saw a slim figure silhouetted against the faint glow of the red light behind it. From what Katara could tell, the figure was wearing a top-hat, but couldn't make out what it was wearing. The figure was still like a rock, until the spot light shone on him, and a darker, yet sensual, song played.
Aang had the top of his face covered to the hat and the angle of his head, but Katara could make out the lower features. He was starting to have a chiseled jaw, yet there was still a spark of boyish youth to him. He was also wearing a skin-tight uniform, though this time it was a black.
When the song played, he gracefully moved his body to the flow of the music. Katara blocked out all other sound, and imagined it was just him and her. Aang performed pirouettes, cartwheels, and contorted his body in ways Katara thought a man shouldn't be able to. Her eyes were glued to the dancer the entire time.
Katara paid more attention to his legs, watching how high he could kick them, how they powered his contortions. Katara noticed he had loosened the upper part of his shirt, showing her a small piece of his milky skin teasing her at the same time.
She noticed that along with being a skilled dancer, he was quite handsome. His big grey eyes caught hers, and she found herself gazing into them when the opportunity presented itself. She was on edge, as if Aang had pulled her to him.
He slowly dropped into a split and leaned back to the rear leg, while moving a hand down his chest towards his groin. Katara gulped and leaned forward in her chair. She visualized he was splayed on her bed, open for her to do with him in any manner she saw fit. Watching as he went into a straddle and lay flat on his stomach, Katara realized that Asami was right. She wanted to indulge in this guilty pleasure as long as she wanted to.
Wait. I'm the motherfucking queen! I can have him be my personal dancer.
She downed a glass of water, as her cheeks turned a rosy red. Aang stood up and lay eyes on her. Awkwardly, she pointed to herself, and he came forward in a confident walk a smile on his face. To her delight, he ignored Asami and focused on Katara.
Aang crawled on the table, and had his spine bent forward with his legs resting on his head in a chest stand. Katara looked with awe, wondering how he made such a painful position look like child's play. Aang took the hat off and handed it to Katara, nodding his head and winking at her.
Katara could only take the hat, and was about to reach for her wallet only for Aang to upright himself from the painful position. He then let his legs slide apart into a full straddle as Katara's jaw dropped at his flexibility. Katara stood up and leaned forward to kiss him, only to fall onto the table, her hand on his hip as she pressed her lips against his. Aang pulled back, grinning as Asami tried not to laugh at Katara's predicament, and her facial expression. Like a robot, Katara handed him some cash, barely noticing she was giving him a good amount of money.
"Enjoying the show?" Aang asked, dragging his finger across her lips.
"Oh god, yes." Katara said. She pulled Aang into another kiss, wanting to savor the moment. Acting on impulse, she joined Aang on the table, spreading her legs wide open. The crowd cheered and catcalled as she pulled Aang close into a kiss, rocking her hips against his.
Unfortunately for Katara, Aang broke off the kiss and stood up, backflipping off the table and onto the floor. He continued to dance, making his way to the stage. The song ended, and Aang bowed to the cheering audience. Before he left, he blew a kiss in Katara's direction and disappeared behind the curtains.
Katara sat in her chair, her head on overdrive. She began to tune in the other noises, most noticeable Asami's laughter.
"Holy shit, Katara! You should have seen your face. You were all but ready to fuck him on the table." Asami said.
"I wish we did." Katara said to herself.
Katara stood up and headed to find the manager, while Asami moved to intercept her.
"Katara, what are you doing?" she asked, seeing Katara talk to the manager.
"Hello, I'm Katara. Can i speak to the manager?" she asked.
"You are. I'm Su Beifong, manager of this establishment." Su said.
"Good. I need a favor." Katara said, flashing Su her royal credentials.
"I don't know what you've heard, but this is a clean establishment." Su said, worry in her voice.
"Calm down, Su. It's nothing like that. That performer, Aang. I want a personal meeting with him. No interruptions." Katara said.
"Ah. So you enjoyed your personal dance with him." Su smirked, seeing Katara blush in response.
"Oh shit. Look, I'm sorry if i broke any rules, being that close to him…" Katara said, when Su laughed in response.
"I take it, it's your first time here. Believe me, i've seen more risque things happen between customers and the dancers. You've nothing to worry about. But if you want to see Aang, he's already left." Su said.
"Where does he live?" Katara asked.
"Aang's one of my newest workers. I'm not giving you information that could be used against him. Not unless i have your guarantee you won't hurt him." Su said.
"I promise you, i won't use the information to hurt him. Now give me what you know." Katara said.
"Fine. He lives at this address." Su said, handing Katara a piece of paper.