Meanwhile in Republic City, the shades were drawn on the top floor of Future Industries tower, the boss's office, to reveal a spectacular view of the shimmering gold and green spirit portal. Most of the city's infrastructure was more or less rebuilt and integrated into nature and the spirit wilds at the epicenter of the city. And life went about business as usual.
If one were to peek through the window of the top floor, they would see the back of Asami Sato's head in an expensive chair behind an even fancier desk in a large office resembling a high-rise cozy apartment. What they would not see were expressions of pleasure on Asami's face from getting head by her girlfriend under the desk; they would not hear moaning and heavy breathing as her core and chest tightened and her toes curled inside of her boots before that ultimate release.
If they looked twice, they might notice the Avatar under the desk with her head shoved between Asami's legs, living to pleasure her in inappropriate times and places, lapping at her wet clit and begging her to scream just a little too loudly, so her secretary and whoever was around could hear.
"Fuck, Korra," Asami huffed, her fingernails digging into her chair. "That feels so fucking good."
Korra loved it when Asami cursed or anytime she talked dirty; she was a lady in the street but could switch on her inner freak at two bats of a long eyelash. Frankly, it was hard to keep up with her girlfriend's sex drive, but the Avatar always did her best, and here was no exception.
"I love the way you eat my pussy baby; yeah, like that," Asami said, knowing this talk drove the Avatar wild.
At that, Korra bore down on Asami's throbbing clit, sucking and lolling and sucking again, relishing the taste and smell and wetness of Ms. Sato, the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world.
Asami was about to announce she was coming when a loud ring interrupted her pleasure. Korra jumped, bumping her head on the underside of the desk.
"Ow!" Korra said.
Gathering herself and steadying her breaths, Asami picked up the phone, her other hand caressing poor clumsy Korra's head gingerly under the desk causing the Avatar to purr.
"A-Asami Sato speaking."
"Ms. Sato, Mr. Chai Son is on line one for you. Are you available to take his call?" Asami's secretary said in a professional tone through the small speaker.
"Chai Son…" Asami said.
At that name, Korra made a stink face at Asami, shaking her head. Asami covered the speaker of the phone and mouthed to her girlfriend "I have to" before continuing on the receiver: "Go ahead. Send him through."
Korra deflated under the table. What a way to kill the mood she thought. Although… she got an idea and started running her fingers up Asami's legs, slowly, teasingly.
"Asami here," the CEO husked into the phone, still in a haze from her near orgasm and being turned on by these gentle caresses.
"Well hello there," Chai Son's voice said. "Looking forward to our rendezvous in Ba Sing Se next month."
"For the first annual Grand – Ahh— Prix, yes!" Asami felt Korra's mischievous finger teasing her sacrum and she wanted nothing more than to get back to what they were doing. "Future Industries is going to dominate!"
"So I'm here at the track, doing test runs… if you want to give me some competition ahead of the race."
That did sound like something Asami wanted to do rather than sit at a desk all day. That is, unless she was getting amazing head from her girlfriend.
"OK, I'm in. See you in an hour," Asami said on the phone.
The Avatar stopped her busy work at Asami's last comment.
'See you in an hour?' Korra mouthed.
Asami nodded her head with Chai Son on the other line; she even smiled here and there and chuckled at something he said. Their friendship, business partnership, any sort of ship had sent Korra silently reeling whenever the name came up, and she almost abandoned her efforts at pleasuring Asami in that moment.
But no, that wasn't what Korra was about. The stubborn and competitive Avatar doubled down on Asami's clit, fingers pinching and rubbing around it and tongue coming in with the assist.
Asami desperately tried to keep it together as Chai Son talked, waiting for a moment when she could promptly end the call, but Korra had her at the brink. Finally she bellowed "I'm coming" and clasped her own hand over her mouth until she at last collected herself and added "see you in an hour" and hung up the phone.
That was torturous and Asami was slightly irritated because she knew Korra did it on purpose. She looked down to her Avatar who was smiling a crooked smile with big eyes that made her melt. She smiled back.
"Where were we?" She cooed at Korra. "I'm feeling like a selfish only child right now."
"I too am a spoiled only child," Korra said, "so that means later on, I'll need lots of attention."
"Of course baby," Asami said. "Oh, by the way, I'm heading over to the race track to do some test runs before the big race in Ba Sing Se."
"I figured," Korra said. As much as she didn't like Chai Son, she knew Asami loved cars and racing, so she would never get in the way of that.
"Do you want to come?"
"To the track today or to Ba Sing Se?"
"Both."
Korra realized it was a bit ridiculous having a conversation under the desk and crawled out to lean against it. She considered. Of course she wanted to go, but even after two years of officially being each other's sweethearts, she was still sometimes insecure and tried not to be too clingy.
"Oh, I thought maybe you wouldn't want any distractions." Korra said, looking down. "I was just planning on touring all of the noodle huts in town with Bolin. And of course, other related Avatar duty stuff. All very important. Very official... and stuff."
Asami laughed and grabbed Korra's hand, playing with her fingers and palm delicately.
"I want you by my side. For support."
Korra perked up.
"Well when you say it like that, then duh! Of course, I want to go with you. I just wouldn't want to be a spoil sport is all."
Asami stood up with her pants still at her ankles and her pussy out and leaned into Korra, kissing her deeply, letting their lips linger there awhile before their tongues finally met, sending electricity through both of them.
"Baby, you ain't a spoil sport. And you're not a kill joy," Asami said. She brushed her nose against Korra's nape delicately before whispering in her ear, "You're my pleasure. My everything."
Asami's breath sent shivers down the Avatar's spine. She was loved and it was well met, and so the Avatar wanted to prove it. But before Korra could make her way back down, Asami's hand made its way to Korra's pussy and rubbed it outside of her sweats. Korra closed her eyes and moaned. She grabbed Asami's hand.
"Please," Korra said and sat Asami back down on her boss lady chair with the wheels and rolled her toward the desk.
Korra climbed back in and knelt and went to town pleasing Asami again.
Asami couldn't get enough of Korra's tongue on her pussy, and something about office head made the stakes riskier. Once again, Ms. Sato in her heaving and huffing was about to announce she was coming, when all of the sudden the double doors of her office burst open, causing both of the women to jolt.
"Hey ya Kiddo!" Varrick exclaimed.
Varrick walked toward the desk and took a seat on the other side with his feet up. He was wearing his usual dapper Water Tribe attire, except with a pin on his lapel to signify his first gentleman status.
Asami's face was flush and she was beginning to sweat a little at the temple from all the stimulation.
"Ooh sheesh, you don't look so good," Varrick said, then smiled. "You should do what Zhu Li and I do every night for 15 minutes before we go to bed – it's a simple technique for overall health. All you gotta do is –"
"Varrick," Asami interrupted. "Why are you here? You can't just barge into someone's office without notice. Even the Avatar, my girlfriend, can't just walk in without talking to somebody at the front desk first."
Korra blushed under the desk knowing she would totally just walk in if she could and really needed to.
"Oh I talked to them, and your secretary out there – Janice – such a doll!" Varrick turned toward the open double doors and waved to the middle-aged woman with thick framed glasses sitting at the front desk in the hall.
The secretary jumped up and moved to grab the doors.
"Apologies, Ms. Sato," Janice said, closing them.
"You see this?" Varrick said, pointing to a pin on his lapel. "It means I can go anywhere I want! Isn't being rich and powerful awesome?"
"Umm…Why are you here again?" Asami was horrified and wanted nothing more than for Varrick to leave.
"Just checking in on my pal. Enjoying a leisurely day of inventing stuff," Varrick said.
"Don't you have a lab or something?"
"Silly, I'm inventing stuff as we're sitting here. Oh boy, and I can't wait to get some of it out of my head!"
Asami thought Varrick was off his rocker, but there was something strangely charming about the guy.
"Well, I was just about to head out. We're getting ready for the Grand Prix," Asami said.
"Oh that's right! Of course. You and Chai Son – what a team!" Varrick said.
Korra seethed under the table.
"But hey wait a sec. Janice over there said the Avatar was in here. Where is she?" Varrick added.
"Uhhh, Korra? Yes, that's the Avatar. And my girlfriend. Well, she uh, she…." Asami looked out the window. "Left – flew. Out the window."
"Out the window?! Wow! I knew that woman could do some incredible things, but I didn't realize she learned to fly. I thought that only Zaheer… wait a second –"
Varrick brought his hand to his chin and squinted his eyes at Asami as if figuring something out.
Asami, tapping her pen violently, thought she was caught with her pantaloons down.
"You have… a secret door leading to secret passageways! And Korra left through it. Now that's what I call cool," Varrick said.
Asami slapped her palm to her head, but she let Varrick carry on.
"So where is it?" Varrick got up and started poking around the office.
He went to a book shelf where there where various books and ancient scrolls and started lifting them out of their slots to see if anything moved. Then he walked toward the window behind Asami's desk.
"STOP right there!" Asami exclaimed, just before Varrick was about to cross over to the back of her desk.
Varrick hovered his foot and took a giant step back.
"I mean, that's crossing into my zone. My… uh… CEO-Zone. Which is for me and me only… as the CEO of Future Industries."
Asami knew this was a pitiful lie but anything to get Varrick outta there.
"Oh! The 'CEO-Zone'. Never heard of that, but hey we've all got our kinks," Varrick said, winking.
Blood rushed straight to Asami's head and she thought she was going to pop.
"OK VARRICK," she blurted out, collecting herself again. "Well, it's time you should be going. Bye!"
"Say no more! And I bid you adieu!" Varrick said, crossing over to the doors and bowing before finally departing.
Korrasami let out a heavy sigh. And Korra bent the metal locks on the door.
Asami looked down at her love.
"Well. What now?" Asami said.
"Don't you have to go get ready for your thing?"
"I do."
"OK then," Korra said, trying her best not to sound disappointed.
"But," Asami said, smiling. "We still have time. As long as I drive real fast to get us there."
"Oh if that's the case, then I'm going to have to be efficient," Korra growled.
"And who says you can't touch me on the way?"
"As long as you says I can, that's all that matters to me baby."
"It's settled," Asami said as if finishing up a business transaction.
"Deal," Korra said, playing into her game.
"Now, for the love of all the spirits in the spirit world, can you please finish me off?"
"Gladly."
And Korra dove in once again. The doors were bolted shut, the metal had melded to the holes because Korra wasn't careful. Asami would likely be annoyed by this but would get over it just as quickly.
The Avatar enjoyed herself eating out her girlfriend, her chest beaming with pride at the wetness of Asami's pussy and the way she moved about in her chair, unable to sit still, as Korra's tongue and fingers pounded her.
Finally, Asami announced she was coming and tilted her head and arched her back and curled her toes until all of the tension within her chest and loins were released and sweet endorphins circulated throughout her body.
Korra leaned over and hugged Asami from where she knelt and Asami reciprocated.
It happened to be window washing day and a pimply-faced skinny kid hung high on a scaffold, blushing wildly at what he just witnessed. Korra opened her eyes and was shocked to see the kid. She could do nothing but stay there, wrapped in Asami's embrace, trying to keep her from turning around.
So they sat there like that, Asami basking in the calm aftermath of orgasm in her lover's arms, and Korra trying her best to preserve the moment for Asami.
Soon the kid moved on to the next floor down, and soon it was time for the women to head to the race track.