Chapter 10 - Salami Showdown
Korra is running. Korra is running fast. Korra is running very fast. She is running faster than she should on the treadmill to block out her annoying friend cackling so loud everyone in the health center can hear it and looking at her like she's lost her mind.
Kuvira just loves laughing at her friend's expense.
"I can't believe neither of you sucked the other's pussy dry."
"V, keep it down will ya?" Korra hisses. Sweat pours down her face. She lifts the bottom of her tank top wipe and wipes the sweat out of her eyes much to Kuvira's annoyance heard through her repulsive groan.
"Gah! Kill me now. Keep your fucking abs out of my sights. You're as bad as those macho fuckboys."
"You're just jealous you can't get this definition, honey," she retorts and snickers. Korra expects the smack this time and dodges it and maintains her pace and footing.
"I can't believe Sato pissed on you right in front of Opal and those two twinkies. I really think I need to strike up a conversation with her the next time I see her at an event. It may make it bearable for once, maybe even entertaining."
"Don't be getting handsy with Sato, V. She's mine." And depending on when the next one is, I may get to go with her.
"Ooo, Waters is jealous now too. Better go find her and piss on her." Kuvira picks up the pace a little, but is still nowhere near Korra's speed. She's smart and knows not to overdo it. "You have nothing to worry about. I don't go for girls taller than me, and I'll be caught dead before I ever go out with a socialite's daughter or son. It's bad enough I'm one."
The next hour goes by quickly for the two women. Kuvira has done a five-kilometer run and interval training while Korra has continued her breakneck speed. Kuvira's walking for a cooldown, and Korra has yet to slow down, absolutely drenched in sweat, and showing no signs of letting up despite the heaviness of her legs and the pounding of her heart.
That is until Kuvira speaks up.
"My, my, my Salami Sato has dared step foot in this pathetic excuse of a health facility."
"What?" Korra shouts and looks towards the entrance where she stands, scanning the room in her tight red sports leggings, white sports tank top, and high pony tail. She stumbles on the belt like an idiot and nearly falls flat on her face.
"Stand up, soldier. Your girl's spotted you. She also doesn't look happy to see me with you," Kuvira warns and Korra smacks her hand against the buttons of the treadmill to slow her speed so she can have a conversation without huffing and puffing and not a safety hazard. She folds her arms across the dashboard of the treadmill and lays her forehead against them, pulling as much air into her lungs as possible, but can't see what's happening.
"Beifong."
"Sato." Korra can hear the smirk on Kuvira's face. "For fuck's sake, Sato. Didn't your daddy tell you not to make faces like that or else they'll stick? Now that you know I'm definitely bisexual, I don't want this mess that's Waters. I mean, really? Look at her."
Korra's trying to catch her breath, sweat dripping in her eyes, but looks over at Asami with her hands on her hips and Kuvira rolling her eyes. She throws two double fingers at hers. For fuck's sake, V, throw me a bone here. I already look disgusting.
"See? A mess. I just like poking the platypus bear until she gets angry and tries to bite then knock her down with a punch straight in the bill. She's all yours, Salami."
"Did you just call me a deli meat?"
"Hey, it's that or Sato. Choose your poison. I know you must hate it as much as me when we have to socialize with egotistical assholes."
"V…shut…up," Korra huffs, finally drawing in enough oxygen to form coherent sentences.
"Anyway," Asami diverts the conversation much to Korra's delight and walks over to her treadmill, "I remember you said you and Kuvira work out here a few times a week. I figured I'd see what all the fuss is about."
"Sorry, Salami, but not all of us have a luxury of a high-tech home gym. I can't be driving over an hour and a half to and from the Beifong estate every day. Boy, do I miss our custom set up. The equipment here is shit and most of the imbeciles here don't wipe their shit down after using it. Can't bring Opal here since she's such a pansy."
"Hey!" Korra interjects and glares at Kuvira over Asami's shoulder. "Private conversation between us here. Mind your own damn business." Kuvira holds up her hands in defense. She returns her attention to Asami. "Sorry about her."
"She's more bite than bark. You should see the men I deal with at Future Industries." Asami grabs Korra's chin and pulls her down for a scorching kiss that nearly makes Korra lose her footing again. Kuvira fake gags behind them and unbeknownst to the kissing couple, they both throw her a middle finger.
"You two make me sick. I'm going to be on a rower, Korr. Join me when you're done sucking Salami's soul and juices out."
At long last, the two are alone.
"You two are just ticking time bombs waiting to explode in each other's face," she comments and leans her elbows on the hand rails. "I see your assessment about you two was correct. Can't determine that Sato's bi, but can detect two bisexuals waiting to claw each other's eyes out."
"I'm not going to live that down, am I?" Korra groans and once again lifts her shirt to wipe away some of the sweat off her forehead, but at this point, it's as drenched as her forehead. She has a terrible memory and more often than not forgets to bring a sweat towel.
Asami's sight latches onto those glistening, sweat ridden abs. With Korra's vision obscured, she drags a finger through the ridges of them and sees them tense and the torso jerk at the unexpected touch. The shirt falls back down, and Sato winks and bites her bottom lip.
"What? You're advertising to the whole world your physique. I'm the only one with permission to touch, Waters."
"One of these days, Sato. One of these days," she grumbles. The treadmill beeps and slows to a stop. "Would you like to join me and Kuvira at the rowers?"
"No, I have something else in mind." Korra doesn't like that playful tone or the wicked smirk coming from Sato. "I'm not here to impose. Please, finish the rest of your workout with Kuvira as usual. Come fetch me when you're done. Maybe I can show you a thing or two then, Waters."
Sato places another kiss upon Korra's cheek then walks off towards the back where the bikes are. Korra can't help, but watch her ass in those tight leggings.
Running eight miles straight with no break and proceeding to do the rowing machine was a bad decision that Korra is regretting.
"Why…did…you…let me…not take a break…on the treadmill?" she pants on the rower. She's just finished their usual rowing routine. All the muscles in her body are screaming at her, burning, and she's not sure she can get up and not immediately collapse.
"Because you're a stubborn ass komodo rhino. We've gone over this before, stupid. At least you didn't vomit and end up in the nurse's office this time. Get your ass up and wipe down the machine. I swear you've sweated enough to fill up a pond."
Begrudgingly and on jelly legs, Korra trudges over and gets a handful of towels and wipes to clean the machine. Once it's to Kuvira's satisfaction, she signs off on it. Korra is still trying to bring down her heart rate when Kuvira points across the room.
"I knew Salami was strong, but damn, girl's got legs!" she hoots and whistles.
Looking behind her, she sees Asami on the angled leg press pressing at least two hundred pounds. She's completely in her element. A different element. Focused, honed in on pushing and controlling the resistance in her legs, flexing those lean muscles. A shot of desire begins building in the pit of her stomach. That's extremely hot, beautiful, and sexy. What else can she do with those legs?
"Yo, close this," Kuvira forces Korra's gaping mouth closed, "unless you plan to use it for-" she forms a v with her fingers and stimulates eating out again.
"Fuck, Kuvira, have some decency in public." Suffocation by pussy and Asami's strong thighs wouldn't be the worse way to go though. She goes to punch her in the gut to shut her up and knock the wind out of her, but Kuvira catches it and shoves Korra flat on her ass. "Damn it, haven't you hurt me enough today? I don't need a bruised tail-bone too!"
Kuvira ignores her and walks over to where Asami is with Korra is hot on her ass. She's just finishing up a set as they approach and greets them with a quick smile. She vacates the machine and looks at them.
"I was wondering how long it'd take for you to come over here. I have something in mind for a little competition."
Turns out Sato thought a pull-up competition would satisfy each woman's miniscule levels of testosterone. Korra and Kuvira were game, thinking they could both best her. The woman infatuated with the young heiress thought she could display her raw power and flex all the muscles in her backside and arms.
She did not expect this.
"I think you're just weak, Korr," Kuvira haggles and pushes against her hanging form. "This has to be a new low even for you. Don't you want to show off for Salami Sato?"
"I swear I will kick you in your mouth!" she growls and tries again to pull herself up. She fails and ends up fully extended again. She was able to do a dozen before running out of steam. It's an open pull up machine so they could've stood in the front of her, but no, they both have to stand behind her.
"Stop teasing her, V," Asami defends. Oh yeah, Asami has adopted Korra's nickname for her, and she didn't get punched in the face. "At least the view is nice for me."
"I'm not weak! Kuvira pissed me off and I ran too hard and pushed too hard on the rower! I'm burnt out!"
"Then drop down, sweetie. There's no shame that little ol' me can do nearly quadruple the pull ups you can."
Korra closes her eyes and groans deep in her throat, craning her neck back. Her pride will not allow her to admit defeat in front of her friend and Sato.
Asami takes advantage of Korra letting her guard down and looking at the ceiling. She walks to the front of Korra, reaches up for the bar in a wider grip than Korra's, and jumps with enough precision to wrap her lean, powerful legs around her core.
"What the hell?" she stutters and surprised.
"Hi," she greets with a big smile and bats her eyelashes innocently. "Kuvira speaks the truth about the equipment here being shit, but it's been an interesting experience I don't want to forget soon. Especially after this."
Korra can't tell if time's moving slowly or if Sato's moving agonizingly slow in pursuit of her lips.
"For all that's fuck-edly fucking in the world, Salami, stop messing with her before someone ends up in the hospital. Talk about a mood killer."
Finally, their lips meet. Hanging from a pull-up bar with Sato's legs wrapped around her waist as they kiss may be something Korra wants to reenact at the Sato's personal, private gym.
Posted: January 4, 2021