Disclaimer: Cake vodka does not taste exactly like cake. Use a chaser kids!
Bolin would not wipe that shit eating grin off his face no matter how many times Korra threatened to rearrange his spinal column. He was something of the opposite of a sore loser. Bolin was a sore winner. His boasts could last for weeks over a simple board game but for something huge like this? Korra would be lucky if he didn't bring it up while they sat in an old folks home taking their pills together. What made it even worse was that Bolin had found out completely by Korra's own carelessness.
When she walked into their dorm after leaving the strip club, Bolin was parked on the couch playing video games. She had initially told him that she was going to visit some of her old sparring teammates for drinks and would be back late. Maybe he caught on to her nervous avoidance of his questions, or maybe it was her shirt buttons being in the wrong holes. But it was probably the dark red smudge of Asami's lipstick that stained the side of Korra's neck. At first, Bolin just stared at her, the sounds of ambient game music filling the silence. Then his face split into the famous shit eating that said "I goddamn knew it."
Korra tried to explain but caught herself in a tangled mess of lies, finally sighing and admitting that, yes, she did go back to the strip club. Bolin didn't even hoot his obnoxious victory cry like usual, he just grinned even wider and more smug.
"Thought you could pull the sky bison fur over old Bolin's eyes eh?" He said slyly, "Korra Korra Korra how irresponsible." Korra scowled at him and furiously rubbed at the dark stain on her cheek.
"I only went to clear some things up!" Korra said defensively, "She...she had other ideas." Bolin shot off the couch, knocking his controller to the floor.
"You didn't." He said almost inaudibly.
"No!" Korra shouted hastily, a nervous sweat breaking on her forehead, "Trust me Bolin I'm not that stupid." He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head in puzzlement.
"So where do you go from here?" He asked, "Did you guys share a tearful good-bye and curse this cruel world that forbade your romance?"
"It's not forbidden," Korra rolled her eyes, "It's just frowned upon because she's...y'know, an exotic dancer." Korra would certainly earn herself a few heavy side-eyes from loved ones if they found out she'd been drooling over a stripper. That didn't even really matter to her since she'd never been the most in-line individual in the first place. Rebellion had sort of been her thing back in high school.
"Are you going to see her again?" Bolin asked, finally turning some of his attention span back to video games.
"I guess so." Korra mumbled, "She said she wanted me to come back and see her."
"I hate to be the bad guy, but did you stop and consider maybe that this might all be one big clever market ploy?" Bolin said flatly, mashing buttons on his controller.
"Plenty of times." Korra said, "Even now I'm still thinking it." She leaned against the wall and pursed her lips in thought. From what she could tell, Asami was really smart. Maybe even too smart to be doing a job like that. But if she's was as much of a genius as Korra guessed, wouldn't she be great at duping people out of their money? After all, how hard could it be to convince someone that they were "different" from the others and rub yourself on their lap until they couldn't think rationally?
"She's probably gotten half of your savings account by now." Bolin remarked casually, "Especially with the way I've seen her dance."
"Well first of all, she would have five dollars if that were the case," Korra said, "Second, she hasn't charged me for a dance, like, at all."
"Really?" Bolin paused his game, "That's actually...kind of incredible." He jumped up and grabbed Korra by the shoulders, "Do you realize what this means?" He asked frantically.
"I'll be able to feed myself?" Korra guessed.
"No!" Bolin yelled, dramatically tugging his dark hair, "She digs you back!" He finally let out his victory whoop, punching the air in triumph.
"Slow down there buddy," Korra said, "Just because she hasn't charged me doesn't mean anything."
"Well then what does it mean?" Bolin asked mischievously, "That smudge on your neck would probably disagree." Korra's hand flew back to her neck, scraping furiously at the mark again.
"It means that Asami is a very kind person who realizes that I'm dirt poor."
"So her name is Asami eh?"
Korra slapped her face, turning and leaving a cackling Bolin on the couch. She locked her bedroom door and plopped face-first onto her bed, the scent of Asami's perfume still lingering on her clothes. She tore them off and dunked them a little aggressively into the nearby hamper. Even stripped down to her bra and boxers, Korra could still smell the lingering scent of jasmine on her skin. Much to her embarrassment, Korra realized that her chest was also peppered with several lipstick marks. She thanked the spirits that Asami was smart enough to button her shirt before she left. She didn't even want to imagine what would've happened of Bolin spotted those instead of the single one on her throat.
No matter what Korra did, Asami kept fading into her thoughts. Even thinking about what she needed to get at the grocery store for the week, she found herself wondering if Asami shopped at grocery stores. What kind of normal clothes did Asami wear? Did she even like being clothed? It was frustrating because Korra really just wanted her brain to shut the hell up about Asami and focus on the mundane tasks at hand. It was already taking all her willpower to distance herself from the strip club and her overactive imagination wasn't making it any easier.
In class later that week, Professor Bataar droned on about the history of the Earth Kingdom without noticing that half of his class had lost all consciousness. Korra stared drowsily off into space, eyes drooping heavily as the professor's monotone voice faded more and more into the background. Korra was never one for sleeping in class, especially now that she was actually having to pay for her education. It was taking every ounce of her willpower to keep her head from slamming into the desk but the ache in her brain was commanding her to sleep. So she did.
/
Asami clamped her legs around Korra's waist, hands wandering freely over her chest and stomach and Korra wasn't exactly sure how she got here but why question it. It was hot as hell. The club was completely empty but somehow the smoldering music still played loudly through the speakers. Korra let her own hands explore at their leisure, touching Asami in ways she hadn't before.
"Korra your hands feel so good," Asami breathed, "I've wanted this for so long." She placed her wet lips on Korra's neck and began to kiss down around her throat. Korra moaned at the contact, running her own hands up Asami's soft thighs which tightened around her waist. Asami's fingers brushed against the button of Korra's jeans, popping them open. She lingered around the zipper as if asking Korra for permission. Korra nodded quickly, biting back a blissful sigh as Asami slowly unzipped Korra's baggy jeans and yanked them down around her ankles.
"Is somebody a little excited?" Asami purred, looking down at Korra's boxers which may or may not have been slightly damp.
"Only if you're as excited as me." Korra said back smoothly despite the dark blush that was flushing her cheeks. Asami opened her mouth to reply but instead of words, a loud scraping noise flew from her mouth.
"I'm sorry what was that?" Korra stuttered, slightly confused. Asami screeched again making Korra jump awake, realizing that class was over and everyone was getting up to leave which explained the loud scrapes. She blushed deeply at the aching throb between her legs and the realization that she practically had a wet dream in class. She gathered her things quickly and dashed out of the lecture hall, weaving through the large crowds of people. This was too much. Korra wasn't safe anywhere, not even in her own goddamn dreams. The same ache in her brain that commanded her to sleep was now commanding her to go see Asami.
/
The bouncer didn't give her any trouble at the door. In fact he acted quite the opposite than how he had in the past. He greeted Korra with a friendly smile and declined to see her ID.
"It's okay I know who you are," he said almost fondly, "Asami is waiting inside. You treat her good now you hear?" He seemed defensive like a father trying to intimidate his daughter's prom date.
"Of course sir!" Korra said, making the bouncer visibly relax.
"Enjoy your stay." He said, holding the door open for Korra who walked in awkwardly. She met the sketchy doorman who greeted her with the same seedy voice.
"Payment won't be necessary," he said,"Drinks are also on the house."
"Wow thanks." Korra said, stowing her wallet back in her pockets. Asami really was a woman of her word. No harassment and free drinks, what a treat. Korra entered the large stage room which was practically vibrating with the music blasting from the speakers. Unfamiliar dancers approached Korra and offered her dances but she politely declined, eyes sweeping the room for that certain shade of red lipstick. Bingo.
"Korra!" Asami sauntered over, seeming like she was attempting to suppress her excitement, "I'm so glad you came back to see me."
"I promised I would didn't I?" Korra laughed nervously, scratching the back of her neck.
"But it sure is noisy out here," Asami said, tugging at Korra's jacket, "Why don't we grab some drinks and head to the back rooms yeah?"
"Y-yeah sure." Korra allowed herself to be led to the bar where Asami requested a new bottle of cake flavored vodka. The bartender gave Korra a wink as he retrieved the bottle from the mini fridge under the counter. He set two clean glasses out but Asami declined, saying they wouldn't be necessary which slightly confused Korra. She followed Asami through a pair of expensive looking curtains, around a dark corner, and into a long hallway of doors. Asami stopped at the first one allowing Korra to enter first.
The room was exquisitely furnished with a long red leather couch and (much to Korra's extreme embarrassment) a king sized bed. Asami closed the door behind them, heading over to the red couch, (much to Korra's instant relief) and popped the top off the bottle of vodka.
"Ever had cake flavor before?" She asked, offering for Korra to take a sniff.
"No, uh, I usually lean more towards fruit flavors." Korra said, taking a tentative seat on the edge of the couch. She accepted the bottle from Asami and breathed in the fumes, pleasantly surprised to find that it smelled exactly like vanilla cake.
"Taste it," Asami said almost seductively, tilting the bottle towards Korra's face. As the bottle touched her lips, an ear-splitting moan bellowed from the room next to them, nearly making Korra drop the bottle.
"W-what is that?" She asked frantically, knuckles white around the neck of the bottle.
"That's Ginger for sure," Asami said casually, "She's a screamer."
"So-so you guys actually do that here?" Korra stammered, trying to smile and not seem completely intimidated.
"Hm some girls do. It really up to us if we're willing to sell our bodies." Asami remarked, "I've never bothered."
"That's good." Korra blurted, wanting to swallow her tongue, "Not like it would be a bad thing if you did since its your body and all- I just meant- uh."
"Hey relax," Asami said, scooting over real close to Korra, "Drink." Korra finally tilted the bottle back and took a large gulp of alcohol which did taste exactly like her favorite flavor of cake. Except it burned her throat like hell of course. She smacked her lips, enjoying the sweet aftertaste it left behind on her tongue. Asami grinned and tilted the bottle up again, encouraging a second gulp.
"This is fantastic," Korra said excitedly, "It's like drinking cake that burns." Asami chuckled and plucked the bottle from Korra's hands, downing a few large gulps without a so much as a grimace. They passed back and forth until the bottle was half empty and Korra was feeling very warm indeed.
"So why are we back here?" She asked, admiring the dark red wallpaper and low hanging lights, "My birthday isn't for another couple months."
"You've got jokes," Asami said with a laugh.
"Does this mean your plan all along wasn't to get me drunk and deflower my innocence?" Korra teased, faking a pout. Her tongue felt very loose and was probably going to get her in trouble but at this point she didn't really care.
"It might have been part of my plan," Asami said, pinching Korra's cheek, "You're just too darn cute." Korra blushed and lifted her arm to scratch her neck but Asami caught it halfway. "Are you nervous?" She asked seriously. Korra had definitely been right about Asami being smart.
"How did you know?"
"I noticed that you scratch your neck when you blush," Asami said, "I kinda just put two and two together."
"Ah, that's slightly embarrassing." Korra muttered, resisting the urge to reach for her neck again.
"No its not, everyone has their ticks." Asami patted the top of Korra's hand reassuringly, "What's making you nervous?"
"I'm in a secluded room rubbing thighs will the most beautiful woman I've ever met, what's not making me nervous?" Korra blabbed. She was momentarily stunned beyond words when she saw a blush creep onto Asami's face for the first time. Oh how the tables turn.
"Is that what you think?" Asami murmured, placing a hand on Korra's thigh.
"Alcohol doesn't lie."
Korra's leg blazed where Asami's hand trailed up and down, getting higher and higher up her thigh.
"When Gazaan told me that someone needed a birthday dance I thought it was going to be a couple college tools." Asami said, "When I saw you sitting there, it was the first time I ever actually wanted to give someone a lapdance." As if on cue, the speakers in the high corners of the room began to mimic the music being played out in the main room. It was a slow song with heavy bass lines and a rough beat.
"But I didn't do anything special." Korra mumbled, "I didn't even try to pay you."
"Exactly!" Asami said, "You didn't treat me like I was some object only worth a few pennies." She spat the last part as if referring to a specific event.
"You're a person," Korra said quietly, "You're worth even more than my college tuition." Asami silently studied Korra's face, her hand now lay still on her thigh.
"I would like to kiss you." Asami said finally, crawling over and stradling Korra's waist. She put her hands on Korra's shoulders and stared intensely into her eyes. Every part of Korra's body that was in contact with Asami's blazed white hot and every receptor in her brain seemed to be firing off at once. She leaned forward, Asami's fiery red lips inching closer and closer. She came here to clear things up and get Asami out of her head but here she was in the private room and the music was so burning and her lips were so close.
And oh were they soft too.