"Asami, tell me again, why did I let you drag me to this strip club?"
"Because you've been under a ton of pressure and need to relax! Just have fun tonight! Besides, I really think you're going to enjoy this."
Korra looks at the glaring sign over the door to the club: "The Fabulous Bending Brothers" flashing in neon green and red, reminding her of Christmas in some weirdly twisted way. Well, maybe that was fitting; she was going to be seeing packages, after all…
"Come on, Korra, let's go get a seat."
The air is heavy with traces of smoke and the smell of alcohol, already full of chattering customers, but they find two spots in the corner of the room, still close to the stage, as Asami leans in to half-whisper in Korra's ear
"The blue-eyed guy isn't bad, but he's pretty thin compared to the others and sort of seems like a jerk. The green-eyed guy is super muscular and has a really nice smile, but I think you'll want to watch for the one with the gold eyes and red scarf."
Korra looks over at her friend with a suspicious glance, appraising the oh-so-prim looking girl beside her.
"Asami, just how many times have you been here…?"
The lights in the club dim as a voice booms overhead, followed by music, and a spotlight centers on the stage. The curtain rises.
Five men stand with their backs to them, and Korra curiously searches for the red scarf, eyes landing on the man dressed in a police officer's uniform. God, these costumes are cheesy, but she can tell under the silly outfit that he's built just the way she likes: strong and lithe, all edges and sharp definition. Asami seems fond of the guy two over, the most muscular of the five men, the one with black hair and green eyes (Korra assumes), but she has no clue as to what his costume is supposed to be, wearing a blue, fur-lined over-coat and furry boots.
The music changes and the men move in some synchronized dance, swaying their hips back and forth slowly to the beat, and the crowd explodes, high-pitched cheers (and a few lower ones) piercing Korra's ears. It seems to be some kind of introduction, one man turning around at a time, the crowd's cheering surging with each name called (Amon! Bolin! Tahno! Hasook!), but she's only curious about the last.
Mako!
He turns and smirks, tipping his officer hat. Those eyes, that jaw—Oh yes, he's definitely going to be her favorite.
The music picks up, beat pulsing, and suddenly it's a whole lot of hip thrusting and body rolling and damn those muscles. He's honestly not the best dancer or the most entertaining of the five, but as he slides off his jacket and pulls the white tank top up over his head, he rolls his hips forward, abs rippling as the motion flows through his upper body, and Korra understands why he has so many fangirls shrieking at his every move.
The clothing comes off piece by piece, and she swears all the guys glance at their corner more than anywhere else, winking, smirking, and blowing kisses, which Asami happily gives back. She really needs to talk with her friend about the frequency of her visits to this "fun club she's been to once or twice."
In the midst of the performance, Korra can't help but notice the way Mako glances at her a few too many times for it to just be a coincidence, and she really can't help but notice his amazing biceps and chiseled abs and the "v" cut revealed by his dangerously low-riding pants. He plays with the buckle at his waist, undoes it, but leaves it in place, and Korra finds herself wanting to pull the belt off because she's not a patient person and she's a bit too curious about what's lurking under those pants. Mako tosses his hat off as he crosses the stage to where Asami and Korra sit, dipping down to their level.
"Asami, who's your friend?" She likes the sound of his voice, even if he is half-shouting over the blaring music.
He knows her name? Seriously, just what did Asami do in her free time…
"Korra. Korra, this is Mako."
Shit, he's even hotter up close.
"Nice to meet you, Officer."
His gold eyes light up, and a teasing grin slowly crosses his face.
"Asami, stay after the show. Bolin wants to see you and I would like to get to know your friend, ok?"
Asami nods, smiling, and Mako winks at them as he stands to leave. When he turns, his hands are working at the zipper of his pants, and he holds Korra's gaze as he takes his pants off in an inhumanly graceful, devastatingly sexy way. Korra tries not to fixate on the generous way he fills out those tight, red briefs, but shit, he's gorgeous. He looks away (there are other customers, after all) and she stares at things previously covered for a particularly long moment when she feels someone's eyes on her, blushing slightly when she realizes she's been caught by the proud owner of that perfectly shaped ass. He raises his eyebrows at her and smirks, but she shakes her momentary embarrassment. Crossing her arms and grinning in response, she's more than happy to play the over-confident, cocky game (her eyes flick downward shamelessly) he's started.