A/N:

Thank you, Dean777, for giving me a great idea for this short Story. Let me know if you like it.

Summary:

Modern AU. Katara Mizuki is a goofy dork of a college student by day and a sexy hostess at a host club. By day, longs after her crush, Zuko Yong. At night, men pay good money to be in her company, the highest payer being an incredibly handsome and wealthy older man. What will Katara do when she discovers her daytime crush is the son of the man who pays to spend the evenings with her?

Short Story 5:

It was disco night. All the hosts and hostess were dressed as if they were from that era. Katara was touching up her glittery make up. She checked herself out in the mirror and grinned at her cute new outfit. A cute little blue romper and thigh high boots. She wore a wig, a big afro with a multi-colored scarf as a headband. She placed her large hoop earrings on and her wrist bangles. Katara smirked as she felt she looked her absolute best. Disco night was her favorite.

Strutting out of the club floor, Katara was touching up her lipstick as she made her way to her section. There was already a line lined up outside of it and she waved her fingers at the men waiting to have 20 minute sessions with her.

It was a hostess gig. She basically flattered and aroused men for a living. Fortunately, there was no sex involve. None that she couldn't turn down but Katara made it her business not to sleep with any of her clients. However, there was one client she did oftentimes find herself wanting to take him up on his offers. He was the only client that she'd let kiss her and feel her up. He paid good money for it and he was rather handsome. Alabaster skin, jet black hair that was ear length, and very intense gold eyes. He typically didn't come in until midnight and then he'd hog her section for the rest of the night.

As she spent 20 minute sessions with her clients, giggling and giving them the full treatment to boost their egos, Katara saw the time on her phone and smirked. Midnight had arrived and already she could see him from across the club. He was glancing up at her section and winked at her. She blew him a kiss and gestured for him to come up.

"I'm starting to think you like me for more than my money." Her favorite client said as he took a seat beside her in her section and she climbed into his lap.

Smirking as she waved down a server to order them drinks, "You're as handsome as you are wealthy. I can't help but look forward to seeing you."

Purring as he ran his hands along her waist and thighs, "When are you going to let me take you out of this club? Put you in a pretty little condo and have you keep me company on much better terms. I'll pay for your schooling."

"Does your wife know you're trying to buy yourself a mistress?" Katara wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes.

"My wife doesn't care, sweetheart. Don't you worry about that old woman." He said as he went to kiss her.

Kissing him chastely, Katara pulled back and saw their drinks had come back. "How about I think on the offer?"

"You can think about it while tussling in the sheets with me." Her client told her as he nuzzled and kissed her neck. "We could get a hotel room. I'd pay extra"

Oh, how she really wanted to take him up on that. "I have exams in the morning. Maybe another time."

Disappointed, "You know most girls would be all for what I'm offering you, Sapphire."

Sitting up from his lap to get her drink, Katara sat in the spot across from him and crossed her legs. "But I'm not most girls, am I?"

"Not at all." His gold eyes undressed her.

Katara drank her drink and set it down before she slid the zipper of her romper down a little to show some of her breasts. "Come here, Ozai. I'll let you touch them."

Ozai didn't hesitate. He came over to the little minx and pulled her zipper down further. He slipped his hand down her romper and found the little G-string she was wearing. She gasped as her big blue eyes looked at him while his eyes focused on her reaction as he toyed with her clit.

"I'll make you come one way or another." Ozai purred in her ear as a finger slipped inside and her plump lips parted to let a moan out. "Are you going to follow me to the hotel?"

Katara couldn't resist as he put another finger in her and thrusted them gently as she spread her legs wider. He kissed her parted lips as she moaned softly.

"If you don't come with me, I'll fuck you right here." He toyed with her clit using his thumb as he continued fingering her.

Her blue eyes looked at him with a haze. "Everyone will see."

"And I'd let them." Ozai whispered in her ear as he fingered her deeper. "I'd bend you over this sofa and plow this little pussy. Everyone would hear you over the music. I promise you, it feels good having an audience watching you get fucked. You want that?"

Katara shook her head.

"Then come with me and I'll fuck you like a lady. You can have a good time and get good money for it."

So incredibly turned on by his fingers alone, Katara wanted to know what the rest of him felt like, so she nodded.

"Good girl." He said as he pulled his fingers out of her slowly, drawing a breathy moan from her as he went on to lick his fingers.

Katara checked out for the night with her client as there were no rules against it. She hopped in his car and they hurried off to a fancy hotel where he bought their room. As soon as they were in the room, Katara took off her wig and let her long wavy chestnut hair cascade down.

"First time I'm seeing your actual hair." Ozai remarked.

"Club policy." Katara said as he loomed over her.

"Tell me your real name, Sapphire." He ran his hand through her hair.

Smirking at him, "It's Katara."

"Katara. I like that name. I'll be sure to call you that the rest of the night."

Taking her chin in his hand, Ozai captured her lips and slowly but surely he caused her to melt. He managed the throw her into bed after getting her out of her clothes and fucked her long and hard. She cried out loudly as he had her cumming the whole rest of the night. Katara tore some of the bed sheets with her nails as Ozai plowed her from behind, fucking her into oblivion. She had had sex a few times with an ex-boyfriend but didn't feel anywhere as incredible as this.

In the morning, Katara woke to her phone's alarm going off and she got up abruptly, waking her partner in the process.

"What is it?" He asked her.

Holding the sheets to her breasts, "I've got exams. I should get going."

Ozai nodded as he laid in bed, "Give me your phone."

She handed him her phone.

"Here's my number. Let me know when you're out of class. I'll come grab you." He told her. "Fucking you was fun but I'm hoping this turns into more. Maybe you'll take me up on my offer."

Blushing as he handed her back her phone, "I'll see you after class."

"Give me a kiss." He told her.

Katara leaned over in bed and kissed his lips, leaving more lipstick on him.

"See you later." She giggled and grabbed her clothes.

"Money's by the door." He told her as she readied to leave.

Getting home to quickly get out of her club clothes, Katara saw her mother sitting on the sofa with a disappointed look in her eyes.

"You shouldn't be working at that club, Katara." Kya told her daughter.

Katara sighed and rolled her eyes, "It pays the bills."

"I don't care what it does!" Kya stood up from the couch. "I won't have my daughter being a prostitute!"

"I'm a hostess! Not a prostitute!"

Kya glared at her daughter, "The club closes at 2. You're just getting back now. How much did he pay to get you in bed?"

Katara glared at her mother and pulled the money out of her pocket, "There! Six grand! Should cover rent for three months and get some groceries in this damn house!"

Kya watched with sad eyes as her daughter stormed into the bathroom. She never wanted Katara taking that job because she knew it would eventually lead to this. All she wanted was for her daughter to focus on school and become a doctor like they planned. She didn't have to go seeing different men every night. It was unbecoming and Kya hated how obligated Katara felt to look after them.

Washing her hair and scrubbing her body, Katara cried a little as she hated seeing her mother eye her with disgust. She was doing this to keep a roof over their heads since her mother's job didn't provide much. And last night wasn't just about money. She had fun. It wasn't like she did that with any of her other clients. It just so happened that her favorite client was wealthy and didn't mind dropping a few thousand dollars on her after she showed him a good time. It didn't make her a prostitute. It was only him.

Getting out of the shower, Katara changed into a long sleeve turtle neck and some baggy pants. She removed her contacts and put on her round glasses as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She slammed the front door on the way out and headed to the train station.

The exams were pretty easy for Katara. Aside from being a hostess, she was pretty on top of her studies and on trajectory to graduate with honors. She was rather modest in her day to day life. A dork as some of her fellow classmates called her. A name that followed her all throughout her life as a student.

Texting her client that she was out of class, Katara saw one of her fellow students making his way over to her. He was a finance student, hoping to take over his father's company, and he happened to share a few classes with her. She developed a bit of a crush on him and always felt self conscious around him. Even though she knew she could dress herself up really well, she knew the club version of her was an imposter personality and wasn't the real her. She worried her crush would catch on and be grossed out by her as many didn't like girls that looked dorky like her.

Zuko was a very attractive young man. He had neatly shaggy neck length hair and these incredibly gold eyes. Every girl on campus wanted to be with him but she had only known him to ever be dating one girl. However, he was recently single which meant she might have a chance. A slim one but nothing was ever 100% impossible, was it?

"Hey, Katara, how were your exams?"

Pulling her loose strands behind her ear, "Umm, hi, Zuko. Yeah, the exams were pretty easy."

"I bet they were for you. I was having a rough time there." Zuko rubbed the back of his neck.

You bet what? You think an honor student is all I am? Katara's thoughts started rolling as she began to feel very self conscious. Her phone's notification went off and as she glanced at her phone, she saw Ozai wanted to come pick her up.

"You okay?" Zuko raised a brow as he saw the girl fidgeting.

Katara chuckled nervously ,"Yeah, I'm good. Just waiting on my uber." She lied.

"I can wait for you until it gets here."

"No!" She quickly said. "I mean, I-I I'm okay. You don't have to waste your time with me."

Zuko chuckled as he stood beside her, "It's fine, Kat. I don't mind waiting with you."

Katara was nervously fidgeting more when she got the text that he was on his way. Last thing she wanted was for Zuko to find out she was a hostess and was developing a scandalous relationship with a married man that was her client. That would not be good for her chances. Not that she had much of one.

"I have gas!" She blurted out. "Really bad gas and I'd rather you not wait with me because that would be more embarrassing than me saying this right now."

Zuko burst out laughing, "Okay, Kat. I'll get going."

"Thank you."

"See you around." He said before placing one hand in his pocket and holding the strap of his backpack.

Just as Zuko waltzed off, Katara removed her glasses and pulled out her ponytail holder. She then pulled her turtleneck over her head and revealed the crop top she was wearing. Reaching in her purse, Katara gathered her lip gloss and eyeliner. She applied a little of both and puckered her lips. Just as she was checking herself out in her handheld mirror, an electric white sports car drove up in front of her and she had to say it looked even better in the daytime.

Rolling down the window, "I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend yet. Shouldn't the boys be chasing after you?"

Katara smirked as she leaned into the window of the car, "Why would I want a boy when I could have a man?"

Ozai licked his lips, "Get in."

Giggling, Katara opened the door and climbed in. Tossing her backpack to the back of the car.

"We're going to grab something to eat and then get another room." Ozai told her. "You're going to miss work tonight."

"But-"

"Don't worry. I pay more than them." He assured her.

Having her conscience satisfied, Katara relaxed into the seat and laughed as he sped off from the campus grounds.

…..

After missing work to spend the whole evening out with her best client, Katara headed home the following morning to get ready for school. Of course, her mother was up and ready to taunt her for another night out. After a year of being called a prostitute for being a hostess, two nights of not returning home till morning didn't really change her mother's lingo up. She just scorned her for not having a conventional job like her but her mother didn't understand that conventional no longer paid the bills.

Holding her bag over her shoulder as she walked towards her next class, Katara looked up and saw Zuko. Her face immediately turned red as she remembered the last thing she said to him. Oh my la, kill me!

"Kat!" He called out for her as she tried walking in the opposite direction.

"Zuko, hey." She said as she reluctantly turned around to face him.

Pulling his backpack around, Zuko pulled out what looked like tablets and handed them to her. "They're for gas."

"Oh, you didn't have to." Katara cringed.

Shrugging, "Yeah, well, I figured it would keep you from shooing me away next time you need someone to wait for your uber with."

And this is why I like you so much! You're too sweet a person! Katara said in her head as she awkwardly thanked him. If only I wasn't so fucking weird.

"So, hey, I was wondering did you want to maybe-"

Zuko was interrupted by Katara's phone going off.

"Hello?" Katara answered.

It was her boss who wanted to know if she was coming into work.

"Yes, I'll be there. Thank you."

As she got off the phone, Katara apologized for interrupting him.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go see a movie or something." Zuko asked a bit awkwardly.

Katara froze and stared at him with wide eyes.

"You don't have to say y-"

"Yes! I'd love to see a movie!" Katara said gleefully.

Chuckling at this, "What day works for you?"

"Sunday. I don't have work then." Katara told him in a bubbly tone. She could not believe her crush was asking her out.

Zuko smirked, "What's your number?" He asked as he pulled out his phone. "We can discuss what movie to go see."

Katara gladly gave him her number. He had to take off for his next class and told her he'd text her. As he ran off, Katara felt she was dreaming. This was fantastic. She was making good money at work, having great sex, and her crush just asked her out. Her life was going so well right now.

At the club, Katara took shots with a fellow hostess she was friends with and cheered.

"Whoa, girl, calm it down." Suki said as she saw Katara taking another shot. "What's got you so hype tonight?"

"My crush asked me out." Katara sucked on the lime before taking another shot. "And my rich client is incredible in bed."

Suki smirked at her friend and let the girl take another shot, "Sounds like you're having a blast. Whatcha gonna do if you and your crush go steady? Are you going to keep screwing your client?"

Katara hadn't thought about that.

"I say keep it a secret for now but you'll need to make a decision if things get serious." Suki pointed out.

Tipsy from drinking, "Don't kill my vibe, Suki."

Spotting the rich client of her work buddy, Suki smirked and adjusted her top to reveal more of her breasts. Katara rolled her eyes.

"Are you trying to steal my client?" Katara eyed Suki.

Giggling as her friend's client came over, "Oh, how could I resist?"

Ozai smirked when he heard this. "Sapphire has me wrapped around her finger. Hard for me to look anywhere else." He told her as Katara took his hand and led him up to her section.

Ordering shots, Katara sat in his lap and flipped her neon pink wig over one shoulder as they listened to the club music.

"Tell me, what has you in such a good mood?" Ozai asked.

Katara saw the shots come and grabbed one for both of them, "My crush asked me out!" She said gleefully as she toasted her glass to his.

Taking the shot, "Finally, that idiot can see." Ozai chuckled.

"It's not his fault." Katara giggled. "I dress way less cute when I'm not at the club."

Taking another shot from the tray, Ozai downed it and handed Katara another. "We can celebrate at my condo if you'd like?"

Katara drank her shot and caressed Ozai's face, "What are you going to do with me, Ozai?"

"Tie you up so you can't leave, for one." He purred. "You don't have class tomorrow nor do you work. Spend the weekend with me."

"But I have a date." Katara pouted.

Ozai kissed her shoulder and eyed her with his piercing gold gaze, "I'll let you leave in time for your date. Even buy you something cute to wear. Just come home with me this weekend."

Katara took one more shot and smirked at her client, "I need to call my mom."

"Don't worry about her. You're a grown woman." Ozai told her.

Smirking, "Okay, let's get going." Katara took his hand as she got up.

Walking past Suki, Katara waved at her as she drunkenly made her way to the front desk to checkout with her client. The receptionist gave her a weird look but Katara didn't care. If her mother thought she was a prostitute and she didn't care, then she didn't give a damn about anyone else's opinion.

Arriving at Ozai's condo, Katara was taken aback as she hadn't expected such a luxurious condominium. Sure, she knew Ozai was loaded but this was a different kind of loaded as this wasn't his primary residence. He had a place this nice and a penthouse that she was sure was even better than this. What exactly did Ozai do for a living?

Who cares?! He's loaded! She squealed in her head.

"If you'd quit that hostess job of yours, you could come here more often." Ozai told her as he walked her into his kitchen. "Hungry?"

"You cook?"

"Heavens no." Ozai laughed. "I was going to call my personal chef to come cook us something. I'm sure with all that alcohol on your stomach, you'll need something to help you sober up."

Katara grabbed onto his arm and shook her head, "No, it's much funner this way. Show me to the bedroom."

Ozai didn't argue with her and walked her to his bedroom. She gasped as she saw the panoramic view of the city and let go of his arm to go to the window.

"It's a better view than at my penthouse." Ozai commented as he waltzed up beside her. "Come, take a look at the bathroom. I'm sure you'll like that too."

Katara giggled and went to see that the bathroom literally looked like an urban luxury garden. It was incredible.

Coming up behind her, Ozai wrapped his arms around her middle and leaned down to kiss her neck. "How about you get undressed and I show you the best part of this place?"

Katara turned around in his arms and kissed him. "Okay, Ozai."

It didn't take long for her to find out the best part of the condo was the mirror on the ceiling above the bed. She got to see herself be fucked by her best paying customer. The man that paid a pretty penny for just about anything from her. He offered triple what he gave her if she allowed him to have her anally. It hurt like hell but she knew the money would be all worth it.

"Are you okay?" Ozai asked her as he laid under the sheets with the pretty little hostess. "It wasn't too much for you, was it?"

Katara gave him a pained look and rubbed her hand along her ass, "Did you have to be so rough? It was my first time doing that." She pouted.

"I told you not to resist so much," He smirked, rubbing his hand over her ass and gave it a squeeze as he leaned down for a kiss. "You'll get used to it. Promise."

Kissing him back as he shifted over her, Katara cupped his face and drank him in. She knew it was mostly transactional and she was just a pretty young face he could throw money at but she enjoyed this. He was skilled and knew what he was doing, never failing to satisfy her. He honestly didn't have to pay her to make her hop back into bed with him.

After another heated session, the two cuddled up and Katara texted Zuko back about the movie she wanted to go see. She had his name saved as several heart emojis to which Ozai said was something only someone as young as her would do.

"Tell him you want to see a scary movie." Ozai said as he held onto her while she thought up what to tell her crush.

"Why a scary movie?"

"You're trying to win him over, I assume. Trust me on this. Watch a scary movie." He told her.

Sighing, "Okay, but I don't do well with horror movies."

"Even better."

Turning her phone off as she laid it back on the nightstand, Katara snuggled into Ozai as he held her and let herself fall asleep.

In the morning, Katara woke to the smell of breakfast and saw Ozai wasn't in bed. She got up and grabbed the red sheets to wrap around herself as she climbed out of bed. Making her way to the kitchen, Katara saw Ozai sitting at the island counter on the phone while who she assumed was his personal chef cooked breakfast.

The young hostess eyed Ozai as he was dressed in a rather expensive looking suit with his hair combed back for a more business look. She was rather surprised to see he wore glasses. Designer frames, she could tell from the expensive brand logo on the side of them. She made her way over to him and he kissed her forehead while he remained on the phone talking.

"Yes, I'll be sure to bring that up during the board meeting this morning." Ozai said on the phone. "I'm having breakfast. Will speak with you more later. Bye."

Clicking his phone off, Ozai eyed the hostess as she was wrapped in his sheets still and smirked. "If I didn't have somewhere to be I'd take you back to bed just like that."

"I thought I was spending the weekend with you." Katara tilted her head as she traced her fingers on the island counter.

"You are. It's just a quick board meeting and I'll be back." Ozai turned on his bar stool and pulled her to him, running his hands along the side of her face before kissing her. "I'm going to take you shopping afterward. Find something cute for you to wear on your date."

"Why do these things for me, Ozai?" Katara asked in curiosity. "You know my background. I'm dirt poor. Don't tell me I'm a charity case."

Ozai scoffed as he chuckled, "I am far from charitable, sweetheart. Don't you worry about that. Think of this as a beneficial arrangement for us both. I get a beautiful young woman to have my way with and you get paid for keeping me company."

"But what happens if I start going steady with my crush?"

Smirking, "I don't care as long as he doesn't knock you up. I'm not against you having an outside relationship. I just care that you know who you belong to. You're my girl, got it?"

Katara giggled as she nodded.

Kissing her lips again as he got up, "I need to get going. Have breakfast and make yourself at home. I'll be back to take you out. So be ready when I get back."

"Yes, daddy." She teased.

Ozai smirked, "I like that."

The two kissed one more time before Ozai finally headed out, grabbing his black long 100% cashmere coat. When he left, the personal chef served her her breakfast and asked if she wanted anything else. Katara shook her head and as soon as she was all alone, she squealed with a piece of bacon in her mouth and spun around in the barstool. She couldn't believe how great it was to be her right now. She had a date with her crush and a super rich sugar daddy. This was heaven.

…...

Ozai had spared her no expense. He took care to buy her whatever she wanted. Katara tried only to buy a cute outfit for her date but Ozai had her buy everyday clothes to wear as he remembered she said she only dressed up when out with him or at the club. She ended up with so many bags of clothes that Ozai had paid the department store staff to take it to his car.

"We should probably get your hair done. There's a salon not far from here." Ozai said as he drove through the city streets.

Katara looked at the ends of her hair, "Something wrong with my hair."

"Nothing major." He chuckled. "I just want you to look your best."

Arriving at the salon, Katara was taken to the back while Ozai gave the stylist instructions on what to do with her hair.

When Katara came out, she had been helped into the cute dress she'd wear on her date and had her make up done on top of getting her hair done. Ozai stood up from where he had been sitting in wait and grinned at her.

"You look perfect."

"Do I?" She asked as she twirled around.

"I wouldn't lie to you, sweetheart." Ozai said as she came up to his side. "Come, your date starts in an hour."

Riding in the car with Ozai to her date, Katara thanked him as he pulled into the parking garage of the city theater.

"Before you go, I'd like you to give me a proper thank you." Ozai told her. "Actually, it's more of a reassurance that you won't sleep with him on the first date."

"What kind of reassurance?"

Katara held her hands to the roof of the car as she rode Ozai in the driver's seat, bouncing her nicely shaped ass on him as he gripped her waist. He wanted to fill her with his hot cum to make sure she didn't even think about sleeping with her crush tonight. She wasn't planning on it. Despite her scandalous relationship with Ozai, she wasn't a loose girl.

"Keep riding daddy, Katara. I'm almost there."

Moaning loudly with no care that someone might notice them, "Cum inside me, daddy!"

Ozai clenched his teeth as he shot his load inside her sobbing wet pussy. "Oh, fuck!"

Panting as they came down from their climax, Ozai pulled her against him and kissed her neck. "I'll pick you up after."

"Okay, daddy."

"Mmm, I really like that."

Having straightened herself out in the restroom to cover up any signs of what she had been doing, Katara sighed as she pulled out her phone and texted Zuko. She let him know she was here and would wait for him. He texted her pretty quickly and let her know he was also here. She squeaked and checked herself out again in the mirror.

Meeting him at the ticket booth, Katara saw Zuko was dressed rather casually and had his hair pulled into a manbun. She thought he looked so good and that maybe she overdressed.

"Wow, you look amazing!" Zuko said as he approached her and looked her over.

Pulling her hair behind her ear, "Thank you. You look great too."

Zuko couldn't stop staring at her. He had seen her at school always dressed in long sleeve sweaters or baggy clothes with her hair up and glasses. He always thought it was sort of cute and wanted to ask her out sooner but he had no idea she could dress up so well. She was cute before but now, she was gorgeous and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Sorry, I don't mean to stare." He chuckled as he saw her blushing at the way he looked at her. "I already bought the tickets. Did you want to head inside?"

Katara nodded her head eagerly.

The two entered the theater's main lobby and Katara offered to buy snacks since he got the tickets. However, Zuko decided he was paying for the date since he asked her out. As they added extra butter to their large popcorn, Zuko told her about how he could hear two people having sex in the parking garage and her face turned blood shot red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up if you don't want to hear about it." Zuko apologized. "I just thought it was weird."

Katara shook her head, "No, it's fine. I just think that's weird too. Why would anyone do that?" She tried playing it off.

"Yeah, it's the middle of the day. Like get a room." Zuko laughed.

Chuckling nervously, "Exactly."

"Come on, let's go watch the movie." He offered her his hand and Katara stared at it like it was what she had been waiting for.

Taking his hand, Katara felt how large they were compared to hers and could tell he was strong by how he tugged her along with him. Her heart skipped a beat. Oh, this is better than sex.

The couple shared the large popcorn and watched the horror movie together. Surprisingly, Katara didn't find it too scary but that couldn't be said for Zuko. He grabbed onto her hand absentmindedly throughout the movie and apologized several times for it. Katara didn't mind at all. She gladly held his hand through the movie and even pushed up the armrest that divided their seats to let him hold onto her through the scary bits.

When the movie ended, Zuko apologized and Katara giggled.

"No, it's fine. It was cute." Katara told him.

Zuko smiled at her, "Want to grab a bite to eat?"

The two went to a simple burger place and sat by the window. Katara insisted on paying but Zuko refused to let her, them both fighting to be the first one to pull out their debit card. Katara laughed as Zuko won and swiped his card, neither caring that people were giving them weird looks.

As they ate by the window, Katara giggled as Zuko used a fork and knife to eat his burger.

"What?" He held the fork with his burger on the end of it to his mouth.

"You seriously eat it that way?" Katara asked.

Smirking as he ate off his fork, "Yeah, my dad does too. Picked it up from him. He never liked touching greasy things with his hands. He's too rich to get his hands dirty." Zuko snorted.

Tilting her head, "Why do I get the feeling you're not fond of your dad?"

Zuko shrugged, "He's not a bad guy. He's just…too rich to care sometimes…about others, you know?"

Katara nodded her head, "I guess but you think he doesn't care about stuff? Like what?"

Sighing, "Like our family. I'm an only child and he hasn't bothered to spend any time with me since I was ten. Apparently, my mom says he wanted a girl but never got one because my mom became infertile after me. He doesn't even live under the same roof as us anymore. Just visits weekly for 'family' time. Which consists of him forcing us to have dinner together and trying to catch up."

Katara looked at him sadly, "I can relate a little. My dad wanted a boy and left my mom after I was born. It's just been me and her all these years."

"Dads suck don't they?"

Katara nodded, "That they do."

As the two finished up their food, they walked down the busy streets of downtown Republic City and held hands.

"I really had a good time, Zuko." Katara said.

Zuko smiled, "Does that mean I get another date?"

Katara giggled and nodded, "absolutely."

"Great, cause I was thinking we go ice skating next time." Zuko said.

Katara's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! Let's do it!"

"Want me to take you home?" Zuko asked.

Shaking her head, "No, it's fine. I'll catch an uber."

Zuko sighed and nodded, "Well, I'll see you in class tomorrow."

"See you then." Katara waved his way.

Katara texted Ozai and let him know her date was over. He picked her up shortly after and they made their way back to the condo where he wanted her right then and there.

Gripping her hair in his fist as he pounded her from behind, Ozai purred in her ear. "This pussy is mine, got it?"

Pressed against the window with her breasts smushed into it, Katara moaned as Ozai was very rough with her. "Yes! It's your pussy!"

"Tell daddy you want his cum."

Katara pushed herself off the glass and bent down to touch her toes while he was still in her, "Give me your cum, daddy!"

Ozai held onto her waist and fucked her juicy pussy, beating it so hard that it the sound of their parts joining echoed in the spacious bedroom. Throwing his head back as he enjoyed the angle she was in and how her pussy gripped his dick.

"Oh, right there! Right there!" Katara cried.

Biting his lip, "I swear I'll never get enough of you."

Climaxing together, Katara watched Ozai's cum pour out of her as he pulled out and moaned from the feeling of it.

"Thank La I'm on birth control." Katara said as she braced herself against the window.

"You're taking birth control?" Ozai raised a brow.

Katara nodded. "Better safe than sorry."

"That stuff isn't good for you. You should stop taking it." Ozai told her.

Raising a brow as she turned to press her backside to the window, "Umm, wouldn't that just risk me getting pregnant?"

Ozai shrugged.

"But," Katara chuckled nervously. "That wouldn't be good for either one of us."

"It could be beneficial. You did say a few months ago that you'd like to be a mother." Ozai reminded her.

"Yeah, once I'm in a better financial situation." Katara continued laughing awkwardly. This conversation was making her uncomfortable. The two sexual relationships she had, Katara learned men were afraid of slip ups and being father's on accident. She understood why and got on birth control for her own good but here was this older man, married man, not seeming to care if she got knocked up. Why?

Ozai could tell Katara didn't like this and averted his eyes from her, "I'm just pointing out it's not good for your reproductive health if you want kids in the future. I heard it can make it difficult for conception later down the road."

Relaxing a little, "Oh, well, I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get there." Katara replied. "I'm going to go clean up."

While Katara was in the shower, Ozai went over to her backpack and searched through it, finding her birth control. He looked over the pills and glared at them. You don't need these. He took them into the kitchen and tossed them in the trash.

Pulling up to her school the following morning, Ozai let her know he'd be out of town the next few days but would see her Thursday night.

Kissing her on the lips, "I'll have my assistant drop your clothes off at your place."

"Okay, thank you, Ozai."

"Daddy. Call me daddy."

Giggling, "Thank you, daddy." She kissed him one more time before getting out of the car.

Katara got to her class and saw Zuko had saved her a spot by him. She smiled and went to go sit with him.

"Looks like you're ditching the sweaters and ponytail holder." Zuko commented as he looked her over.

"Looks like you're here early." Katara replied

Zuko scratched his head with the back of his pen, "Yeah, well, I figured we should pair up more during class. Put both our heads together to optimize success."

Katara eyed him with a knowing look, "Your grades are slipping, aren't they?"

Zuko chuckled nervously, "They're good. Just thought they could be better."

"So you're using me for my brain?" Katara raised an amused brow.

"No, I genuinely like you, I just think you can help me and I can help you." Zuko said.

Blushing, "You like me?"

Zuko smirked at her in a way that took her breath away, "How could I not? You're both really smart and really cute."

Katara pulled her hair behind her ear and blushed even more as she tried turning her face from his. But he grinned and took her chin, turning her to him as he stole a kiss. She was a little caught off guard but eventually settled and kissed him back. The two shared a chaste but eager kiss.

"Mr. Yong and Miss. Mizuki, you two can swap spit after class." The professor said cause them both to pull away and blush as the class laughed at them.

After class, Zuko took Katara's hand and led her to the windows across from the classroom. "Want to go on that second date after our next class?"

"I'd love to, really, I would but I have work." Katara told him.

"Oh, you have a job? Where at?" Zuko asked her in curiosity.

Cringing, "I work at a club."

"Wow, that must be fun. What do you do? Bartend? Dj?" He chuckled.

Katara dropped her head, "I'm a hostess." She said quietly.

"A what?" He couldn't hear her.

Sighing as she looked up at him, "I'm a hostess." She decided to just rip the bandaid off.

Zuko seemed a bit shocked by this, "that's umm…- wow, didn't think you'd be into that line of work."

"I know. I know. But it pays really well and my mom isn't making enough to cover our monthly expenses, so I had to take whatever paid the most." She quickly explained. "I hope you don't think poorly of me for it."

Zuko sighed and gave her an assuring smile, "It's fine. You're just entertaining guys that want to have a good time at the club, right? It isn't like you're sleeping with any of them, right?"

Cringing at the last part, Katara simply nodded, "Right. We're just having a good time at the club. Nothing physical happens there either. They mostly just want to chat and have a girl stroke their egos."

"That sounds miserable." Zuko chuckled.

Katara nodded, "It definitely wears on you."

"Well, I guess I'll just see you whenever you're free."

Katara told him they could go tomorrow before work since she only had one class tomorrow. Zuko agreed and leaned in for a kiss but she stopped him, holding her finger to his lips.

"Let's see how it goes on our second date and I'll think about giving you another kiss."

Smirking against her finger, "Okay, Kat. But I promise I'm going to get that kiss again tomorrow."

Pulling away as she smirked back, "We'll see, Zuko."

Kya saw her daughter enter their apartment with a smile on her face and glared at her.

"So you're not dead in some back alleyway." Kya said.

Katara's smile wiped clean from her face as she looked at her mother in confusion, "Why would I be dead in a back alley?"

Kya walked up to her daughter, "Girls in your line of work risk ending up dead that way for a quick buck. You better watch yourself, Katara."

Furrowing her brows, "I'm not a prostitute."

"Then where were you all weekend that you couldn't call me to let me know where you were, huh? With that man that dropped you 6 grand last time, I bet."

Katara averted her eyes, "Yeah, so. He pays even more than the club does. Way more."

"And how much did you make selling your ass this weekend?" Kya narrowed her eyes. "I hope it was a lot more than 6 grand."

Katara opened her backpack and dumped the cash she got from Ozai on the floor.

"36 grand, plus the designer clothes he bought me!" Katara told her.

"Those clothes some rich man's bellboy brought in here earlier?"

Katara nodded.

Kya sighed and shook her head, "So you've found yourself a sugar daddy, I see."

"Yeah, so."

"You get those clothes out of here! And you take your whore money somewhere else! You're not paying our bills with dirty money! Ask him why he won't wire it to you or write you a check."

"It's to avoid taxes."

"No, it's to keep you a secret. There's no bank statements or anything leading back to you. He must be married or someone with a lot to lose if his relationship with some dirt poor little Water Tribe whore was ever found out!" Kya slapped her daughter abruptly.

"I'm not a whore!" Katara teared up as she held her cheek.

Kya shook her head, "I don't know what you are." She said before grabbing her purse and storming out.

At work, Katara had gotten pretty drunk in order to deal with clients after falling out with her mother. She had to try to keep herself going for the rest of the evening but when a client touched up against her leg, Katara snapped and jabbed him in the face, screaming that she wasn't a whore.

Suki had to take her back into the dressing room where Katara broke down and cried.

"Katara, what's wrong?" Suki asked.

"My mom thinks I'm a prostitute!" She sobbed. "But all I'm doing is trying to help her with our bills since her job isn't cutting it."

"Well, being a hostess is helping, isn't it? That's not prostitution."

"It was but rent went up last month and Ozai, he pays me when we're together…outside the club."

Suki eyed Katara, "You're getting paid to sleep with him?"

Nodding, "I spent the whole weekend with him for 36 grand."

Suki's eyes widened.

"And he bought me a bunch of clothes and helped me get ready for my date."

"Well, it sounds like you have a sugar daddy." Suki chuckled. "Good for you, girl."

Sniffling, "I know but I feel like my mom might be right. What if I am a whore?"

Suki rolled her eyes, "Katara, we're women. We're whores for simply being born with a vagina. You could cross your legs and still be a virgin but the moment you even glance at a man, the world deems you a whore. Trust me, you should stop stressing yourself out over that. Doesn't matter what you do."

Katara nodded at this as she knew that to be true.

"Just have a good time and make your money how you want. You're only trying to help and even if you weren't, I see no problem with it. If you're having great sex and getting paid, you're doing a lot better than some of us cause most of us are out having shitty sex and doing it for free." Suki scoffed. "Ask Ozai if he might be interested in another sugar baby."

"Get your own sugar daddy." Katara giggled through her tears.

….

During her second date, Katara and Zuko had a blast. Neither were great skaters and had to cling to each other as they skated. Of course, they collapsed often and laughed their hearts out. Eventually, the two gave up skating and went for a walk in the city park, stopping at a vendor selling dumplings.

Eating the dumplings on the bench, Zuko asked Katara what was wrong as he saw her eyes looked puffy earlier.

"Me and my mom, we got into a heated argument yesterday and then again this morning." She confessed.

"What was it about? Is everything okay?"

Nodding her head, "It's alright. It's just she hates that I'm working as a hostess."

"Well, if you're just trying to pay the bills, I don't see the problem. But I understand your mother might just be concerned. Being a hostess can be dangerous if you meet the wrong creep." Zuko pointed out.

Katara sighed as she ate her dumplings, "I won't be a hostess forever. Just till I get a better job."

Zuko smiled at her and pushed her strand of hair away from her face, "Then that's all you can hope for. Finding a better job."

"Yeah." Katara looked over to him.

Leaning in, Zuko kissed Katara on the lips as she kissed him back. It was a simple chaste kiss. Nothing more than a show of affection and Katara really needed that. Affection that wasn't hostile or sexual. Something purely based on the need for comfort and support.

Breaking away, Zuko ran his hand over her head. "Have fun today?"

"More fun than I've had in a long time." Katara beamed up at him. "I'm off work tomorrow night. Want to do something tomorrow?"

"I need to study." Zuko told her.

"Then a study date." Katara suggested.

Smirking, "Yeah, that'll be great. We can go to my place."

"That sounds great! See ya tomorrow!" Katara ran along.

The following day, Zuko had Katara get in his red sports car after class and drove her to his home in the city. As he parked in the parking garage, Zuko tells Katara how his mother was probably home and would like to meet her. She blushed a little at this. She never thought she'd meet his mother for the first time today. Something like that was pretty big if you asked her.

"Hey, mom, I'm home." Zuko called out as he and Katara kicked off their shoes and slipped into a pair of slippers.

Katara couldn't believe how elegant and massive this penthouse was. The walls and floor were marble. These people are stinking rich!

"Zuko, how was class?" His mother replied as she came to the lobby of the penthouse where they were standing.

Kissing his mother on the cheek, "Class was good." Zuko said as he turned to face Katara. "Mom, I want to introduce you to Katara, she's the girl I'm seeing."

Ursa looked from her son to the girl he brought home, "So soon after Mai?"

Zuko furrowed his brows, "We broke up months ago, mom."

"Okay. Okay." Ursa chuckled as she looked at Katara and stuck her hand out to her. "It's nice to meet you, Katara. Call me Ursa or Mrs. Yong, whichever you prefer."

Smiling sweetly, "Nice to meet you too." Katara shook her hand.

"Well, you two have fun. I'll have the kitchen staff make you all snacks." Ursa told them.

"Thanks mom." Zuko said as he took Katara's hand and led her to his bedroom.

Entering his bedroom, Katara had to say it looked like a normal college student's room but way larger and with a massive window. She set her back down and Zuko gestured for her to sit by his low table where he started setting up his books.

"So, what class do you want to help me with?" Zuko asked.

Taking a seat on the floor cushion beside him, Katara told him that they could start with whatever. She didn't need to do much studying and could help him out more with his studying.

As the two got to going over his advanced trigonometry class and were provided snacks, Katara noticed Zuko was staring at her with a certain look on his face. At first, she assumed he was stuck on a problem but as she looked up to see him staring into her eyes, Katara blushed.

"You're so fucking cute." Zuko told her with a smirk.

Katara blushed and averted her eyes, "Thank you but I'm really not all that cute." Katara told him.

"You're being modest." Zuko said as he inched closer to her.

Katara looked from Zuko to his workbook and saw he had already answered all the questions. "You didn't really need my help studying, did you?"

"No, just wanted to see how I'd get you to come over."

Katara blushed as she lifted her eyes back to Zuko.

"Can I kiss you?"

Katara smirked and nodded.

Moving closer to her, Zuko leaned in and kissed Katara on the lips. Their kiss started out slow and chaste but eventually built up. Next thing either of them knew, Zuko had Katara pinned on the floor as they made out in his bedroom. Everything was going fine until Zuko slid his hand up the shirt she was wearing.

'What are you doing, you whore?!' Katara heard her mother's voice in her head. Even though she knew it was her subconsciousness, she immediately grabbed his hand and wrenched it off.

Breaking the kiss, Zuko got off of her and gave her some space. "Sorry, Kat, I got carried away."

Katara shook her head, "It's okay, Zuko. I'm going to get going. I'll see you in class."

…

Suki sighed as she saw Katara ignoring her clients and having a drink at the bar. She knew the blue eyed hostess was having a rough time at home with her mom and having conflicting feelings towards her crush due to her 'arrangement' with her rich client. However, drinking too much on the job was not good.

"Hey, Katara, lay off the heavy stuff." Suki said as she took her cocktail from her. "Tonight is Thursday right? Isn't your sugar daddy coming back tonight?"

Katara sulked, "Yeah but he'll probably go home to rest tonight."

Suki stepped back as a pair of arms wrapped around her friend from behind.

"I thought maybe I should bring you home with me. Easier to rest that way."

Katara felt a smile creep on her face as his arms hugged around her.

"Come, let's head back to my place. I already checked you out." Ozai told her.

Katara let him take her hand and lead the way.

"Have fun, Katara!" Suki waved at her.

Waving back, "You know I will!"

In the car ride to Ozai's place, Katara told him about her hiccup with her crush and he chuckled while steering the wheel.

"I don't care if you sleep with him." Ozai told her. "I'm not worried about you ending our arrangement for some college boy."

Katara smirked, "But I'm worried you will end things if I do."

"Look, as long as you're not whoring around town, I don't care. But you don't seem like that type. Plus, who's got the money to lure you away from me? No one." Ozai went on to explain. "I'm a married man who still sleeps with his wife from time to time. I won't ask for your exclusivity when I'm not being exclusive."

Raising a brow, "So you have another young girl you pay to sleep with?"

Ozai smirked, "You're the only young girl I've been interested in."

"Then who's the mature woman you're paying to sleep with?"

Ozai glanced over at her, "No one you need to concern yourself with. Other than you and my wife, there is only one other woman I'm seeing and no, I don't pay."

Katara felt a little jealous from hearing this.

Seeing this, Ozai chuckled. "She's a model. Nowhere near as beautiful as you but she and I see each other only when she comes here or I go to the Fire Nation."

"And where did you just come from?"

Ozai laughed, "Oh, you are so fucking cute."

"Am I?" Katara smirked.

The couple was in bed as soon as they got into the condo and Ozai took it much slower than normal. It was no less pleasurable than all their other times together. It just felt more affectionate and intimate, like there was a shift in their dynamic.

Riding him as she held her hands to his broad muscular chest, Katara's face had passion written all over it and she saw his face reflected the same as they gazed into one another's eyes.

"I've missed you, Katara." Ozai groaned in pleasure.

Nodding her head, "I've missed you too."

Ozai reached up to her and pulled her down to him, rolling her on her side. He cupped her face as he continued thrusting into her and kissed her lovingly. She returned it with the same energy and fisted his hair in her hand.

Breathing raspily against her lips, "You're not the only one who gets jealous, Katara."

"You're jealous too?" She asked him in a whisper.

Ozai nodded and lifted her thigh to fuck her deeper.

Smiling at him as she cupped his face, Katara brought him back down and kissed him with a starving hunger.

Afterwards, the pair laid in bed cuddling as Ozai put a movie on for them to watch. He stroked the skin of her arm and played in her hair. Katara couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe this wasn't just some sex and money venture between them.

"I need to tell you something." Ozai said softly as he traced his finger over her upper thigh.

"Hmm?"

"Outside of this arrangement of ours, I do like you, Katara." Ozai confessed. "I know I've been your client for a year now and have only recently gotten to know you on a more intimate level but I like what we have right now. And it's not just sex for me. I want you to know that."

Flipping from her side to her back, Katara gazed up at him with a taken aback expression. "Really?"

Gazing down at her, Ozai nodded and cupped her face. "This isn't something I take lightly. Believe me. I've never been very vocal about how I feel."

"Oh, Ozai, I feel the same way."

"Do you?" He smirked down at her. "What if I stop paying you?"

"You could have stopped paying me a while ago and I'd still be right here with you."

Ozai smirked, "Then I'll stop paying you and we make this legitimate. I always wanted a pretty little girlfriend."

Katara giggled, "So I'm your girlfriend now?"

Ozai nodded. "Only if you want to be."

"What about my crush?"

"I don't care what he is to you. That doesn't change us."

Katara nodded, "Okay, Ozai. I'll be your girlfriend."

Ozai kissed her and sunk down on her as he ran his hand along her body, coaxing her to spread her legs for him again.

In the morning, Katara woke to Ozai being awake and staring at her while she was asleep. A small grin pulled to her lips.

"Morning."

"Good morning."

"I have something for you. I got it while I was away." Ozai said as he dangled a red ruby bracelet in front of her.

Katara looked at it and beamed at Ozai, "You really got it for me?"

"Yes," he said as he took her arm and started placing the bracelet on her wrist. "Cost me 24 grand but it was worth it. You know, since you're my woman and all now."

Katara looked at the bracelet as it was placed on her wrist, "Ozai, you said you'd stop paying-"

"Yes but think of it as a gift and not me buying your company." He said. "I trust you meant it last night that I don't need to but I want to."

Katara sat up in bed and tears formed in her eyes. "I don't deserve any of this."

Wiping her tears away, "You do." He smiled at her. "Come, let's get washed up. We're going out today."

Katara looked up at him with confusion, "Going where?"

"On a date." He said as he stood up off the bed and smirked at her. "I think we should get your nails done to match your bracelet."

…

Things in Katara's life were becoming good again. Ozai and her were no longer just having sex, he was her boyfriend now, and took her wherever she wanted to go. Mostly pampering her and having her spend most of her evenings after work with him. Ozai made her feel sexy and like the woman she truly was underneath it all. With Zuko, things were equally as good. They spent a lot of time after class together, either at his place or out trying different things young people liked to do. He treated her like only a gentleman would and made her feel like her old self before she started working at the club. She felt like a carefree child. Both were incredible in her opinion and she didn't like thinking about whom she rather be with when she honestly couldn't see being without either.

Being invited over again after class, Katara was brought to Zuko's kitchen where she saw a small little box on the counter. Zuko picked it up and walked over to her, opening it in front of her. It was a beautiful red ruby necklace with a thin gold chain that held up a pretty large diamond shaped ruby.

"Thought it would match your bracelet, you've been wearing all the time lately." Zuko said.

Katara awkwardly giggled, "oh, so you noticed?"

Chuckling, Zuko nodded, "That and I noticed we've been dating for two months now. I think we should take the next step in things and go steady. What do you think?"

Katara's eyes widened. This was what she always wanted. To be dating her crush. Oh my la! He's finally asking me out! She felt so excited about it that she had no idea what to say.

"Zuko, are you- are you asking me-"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Katara nodded her head eagerly and jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck to kiss him. Zuko held her to her and kissed her passionately as she drank him in. The two were tonguing each other down as they slowly started making their way to Zuko's room. There, Katara broke away and looked at Zuko lustfully as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her lilac colored laced bra. Zuko smirked and yanked off his red shirt to reveal his toned abs.

The two looked each other over and smirked. Katara reached to unbutton her pants and slipped out of them, holding her hands to her hips.

Zuko took in the sight of her in her matching underwear and caught himself about to drool. Her brown skin in those light colored underwear was just so sexy. Even more as she pulled her hair out of its holder and let it cascade over her. Zuko had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

"Katara, you look absolutely beautiful." Zuko said with a dumb look on his face.

Katara walked up to him and grabbed him by his belt buckle, "And you don't look half bad yourself."

Smirking down at her, Zuko reached down to kiss her and grabbed her ass from behind, urging her to jump in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily as he carried her to his bed. Dropping her in it, Zuko pulled his pants down and climbed over top of her, kissing her from her lips down to her neck. A small moan escaped Katara's lips as Zuko's hand slid under her bra and started toying with her breasts.

"Hold on, I need to get protection." Zuko broke away from her lips.

Katara smirked as she liked that he was trying to be safe with her. It showed he thought enough about both their future's not to slip up and make a mistake. Not that he would since she was taking birth control but it was fine. She didn't mind using a condom for their first time together.

It was nowhere near as passionate or as skilled as her experience with Ozai but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Their clumsy but very real first time together, it made her giggle as Zuko snuggled up to her afterwards. He told her he just wanted to hold her and she let him.

"I'm so happy you're officially my girlfriend." Zuko said excitedly as he held her to him.

Katara giggled and patted his face, "I didn't think you'd ever ask but I'm so happy you did."

Zuko kissed her again, "I couldn't help myself."

The two were about to try for round two when Katara's phone started ringing. Katara reached over Zuko and saw it was Ozai and squeaked.

"What's with the squeak?" Zuko chuckled.

Katara pulled her hair behind her ear and started getting out of bed, "I have to get home."

"Why? What's up?" Zuko sat up to watch her scramble for her clothes.

"Something came up. I need to go see what's going on with my mom." She quickly lied.

"Oh," Zuko said as he rustled his neck-length hair. "Well, I hope she's alright, text me and let me know everything is alright."

"Will do." Katara said as she got dressed in a hurry. She went to kiss Zuko on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow after class."

"Yeah, let's go to that cat cafe you keep talking about."

"Yay! Can't wait!" Katara gleefully said before kissing him again, this time harder so he knew she wasn't leaving him for any other reason than what she told him.

Zuko sighed and flopped back into bed.

Getting to her house, Katara took a shower and got dressed in a simple flower dress that Ozai bought her before she got another text from Ozai that he was outside.

"Why don't you get a real boyfriend, Katara!" Kya spat as Katara ignored her and headed out the door.

In Ozai's car, Katara leaned over to kiss him and saw him smirk before pulling off.

"I thought you'd be busy tonight. What made you text me to come out?" Katara asked.

Resting the side of his head on his fist against the door armrest, Ozai kept his eyes ahead on the road. "My plans got canceled tonight. My wife didn't want to see me this evening since our son had a guest over."

"Oh, why would that be a problem?"

"My son and I don't get along well." Ozai stated. "He likes that I'm not an around option, so I keep a distance and not have anything to do with his personal life."

Katara felt kind of bad hearing this.

Sighing, "I just write the checks for school and the bills, along with allowances. That's pretty much all I do these days. My family doesn't want much to do with me outside my money." Ozai grumbled.

"I'm sorry, Ozai. I hope I am able to be of some comfort for you tonight."

"You will be." Ozai smirked. "I've got us an evening at the spa."

Katara smirked, "Ah, you don't seem too bent out of shape over your wife so much."

"Not at all." Ozai laughed. "Means I get to spend tonight with you."

Katara giggled at him.

"So, what were you up to today?"

Looking out her window, "I was with my other boyfriend." She told him.

Ozai chuckled, "He finally asked you out. Good. Now, you can stop acting so fearful I'll leave you because of him."

"We were having sex when you text me." She told him.

The car stopped just outside the city park and Katara turned to see Ozai clutching the wheel.

"You two were having sex?"

Katara nodded her head as he always told her to be truthful with him and he'd have no problem with anything she did.

"Come with me." Ozai said as he put the car in park and got out of the vehicle.

Katara removed her seatbelt as Ozai opened her door and took her hand. She was hurried along with him to the public restrooms where he pulled her into the men's room and took her into the empty stall.

"Put your hands out in front of you and rest them against that wall." Ozai instructed her as he reached for his belt buckle.

Katara did as told and felt him lift her dress up followed by the sound of Ozai's belt buckle coming undone. Next thing she knew, her panties fell to her ankles and he arched her back before she felt him enter her. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as he didn't bother warming her up.

Pulling on her hair as he thrusted into her relentlessly, Ozai growled in her ear. "You let that boy fuck what's mine?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, daddy!" Katara cried out.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry alright. Tell me, who's pussy is this?"

"Yours, daddy." She moaned as her nails clawed the bathroom wall.

"Who's dick do you want most?"

"Yours, daddy!"

"Who's better? Me or that boy?"

"You, daddy, you're so much better!" Katara clenched her teeth as she was about to cum.

"Good girl." Ozai laughed maniacally as he fucked her to completion.

Back in his car, Katara was still panting as she put her seatbelt back on and looked at Ozai.

"You said I could-"

"Yes, I did and I meant it. Just know every time you have sex with him, I have to remind you who you belong to." Ozai smirked.

Smirking back as she bit her finger, "I'm yours, daddy."

"As long as you know that."

Katara grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his cheek before he took off driving to the spa.

…..

It had been another two months and Zuko wanted her to meet his father as she had already met his mother. She was really excited that Zuko thought enough about her to want his family to know about her. The time she's been with him, he had been nothing but good and genuine to her. It often made her feel guilty as she hadn't told him about Ozai, who she was seeing before their relationship truly began. However, she planned to tell Zuko about it in due time. She just didn't know how to bring it up but one of these days, she'd tell him.

"Sorry, my dad's running a little late." Zuko told Katara as they sat at the table with his mother.

Having a glass of wine, "So, Katara, tell me about your family."

Katara bashfully replied, "It's just me and my mom. My father walked out on us soon after I was born."

"I'm sorry to hear that, dear. What does your mother do for a living?"

"She's a nurse in the general hospital. She works in hospice."

"Ah! Is that why you're in school to be a physician?"

Katara smiled and nodded, "All the women on my mom's side of the family have been in the healthcare field. It's kind of a tradition."

Ursa smiled at this, "Tradition. Yes, my husband comes from a long line of wealthy clansmen from the Fire Nation. It's why they own most of the banks from the Fire Nation to Omashu."

"Wow, I didn't realize your family was so wealthy." Katara commented.

Ursa snorted, "I'm not wealthy. My husband is. I'm just a woman from a middle class family. He saw to it that we signed a prenup when we married. That way if I want to enjoy the luxuries of the wealthy aristocracy, I'd have to remain married to him." She chuckled to herself.

"Mom." Zuko eyed her to not start.

Shrugging, "Zuko, it's no big deal. Your father knows why I'm still married to him. Not like it matters to him, he's off searching for his soulmate or whoever's womb can give him the child he wants."

Katara saw Zuko sighed in annoyance at his mother and decided to rub his back to assure him that everything was alright.

Ursa saw this and smiled, "You're such a sweet girl, Katara. The nicest girl Zuko's ever brought home."

"Mom!"

"What?! I'm just saying you chose wisely this time. I'm proud of you, son." Ursa said.

When it was realized that his father wasn't going to make it to dinner, the three ate and went on with their evening without him. When dinner ended, Katara thanked Zuko's mom for having her for dinner and Ursa apologized for her husband's absence and promised she'd meet him one day.

Walking Katara to the door, Zuko asked her if she wanted to spend the night but she declined, stating she would stay the night some other time.

Kissing his lips as she got on the elevator headed down, "See you, Zuko."

"See ya, Kat." Zuko smiled.

As the elevator with her on it shut, the other elevator opened up and Zuko saw it was his father, finally here but incredibly late.

Furrowing his brows, "You're late."

Ozai rolled his eyes, "I'm well aware. I intentionally came late. I have no interest in meeting the money hungry gold digging whore."

"It wasn't Mai."

"I don't care who it was."

"What about you? Mom is implying you have a girlfriend now." Zuko glared at his father. "Is she not a gold digging whore?"

Ozai snorted a laugh, "How about you mind your business, son?"

"How about you get out?!" Zuko hissed.

"This is my house, Zuko. I pay for everything in here including the clothes on your back. So no, I'm not going anywhere simply because you make a demand." Ozai said with amusement as he went to go see his wife in the kitchen.

Ursa sighed as she saw her husband enter the kitchen, "Ozai, you're late."

"I know." He said as he took a seat at the island counter. "How was dinner?"

Ursa rolled her eyes, "You are infuriating."

"Yeah but you love my money so much you put up with me." Ozai grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket on the counter and bit into it.

"I'm going to bed. You can see yourself out." Ursa said as she left the kitchen.

With a mouth full of the apple he was eating, "I'll leave the checks on the counter for you." Ozai shouted her way and pulled out the check of their weekly allowances and checks to take care of the bills.

….

"Yes!" Katara moaned as she had her arms wrapped around Ozai's neck, fisting his hair in her hand, as he held her and thrusted his largely erected member into her. Her walls clenched tight on his dick as she felt herself about to come again, which led him to throw her on her back and fuck her harder.

Above her head, her phone rang repeatedly and Ozai glanced at it several times.

"Are you going to answer that?" He panted as sweat beaded down his face from the heated session they were having.

Katara nodded and took her phone to see it was her mother. "Hello?" She said, trying to mask how out of breath she was.

*Katara, what time are you getting home? I was going to fix dinner tonight.*

Ozai smirked and continued thrusting into the little college student.

"Umm, it's okay, m-ah! Ah!" Katara cried out. "I won't be- fuck! I-"

Ozai took the phone from her and answered it. "She's not coming home tonight, ma'am. You can cancel your dinner plans." He said before hanging up and tossing the phone.

"You shouldn't have done th-Ah! AH! FUCK!" Katara said as he grabbed her hips and fucked her harder.

Smirking down at her, "Shhh, you're mine when the sun is down."

Katara giggled and reached up for him, planting a sensual kiss on his lips as he stuck his tongue into her mouth for a more hungry approach.

When their little session ended with them cumming at the same time, Katara laid in bed panting as Ozai got up from bed, naked, and asked if she wanted anything from the fridge.

"Water please."

Coming back with a beer and a water bottle, Ozai got back in bed with his pretty little girlfriend .

"Tell me, do you like this condo?"

Katara drank her water bottle and nodded. "It's nice. Really nice."

"Think you'd like staying here long term?" Ozai asked her.

Raising a brow, "What?"

"You and your mother can stay here. I'd give weekly allowances and provide whatever else you need including school. All I want from you is to keep this going between us." Ozai told her as he traced his finger around her navel.

Katara averted her eyes, "I don't know…my mom thinks this is prostitution."

Laughing, "It's a lot more than me just paying for you to sleep with me between us. I'm not always after sex from you."

"What else do you want?"

Ozai looked away from her and to the panoramic view of the city. "I have only one child. A son about your age. My wife and I can't exactly have another at her age. I figured that-"

"You want me to have a child with you?" Katara looked at him wildly.

"You're a student in university trying to become a physician. Not only that but you have high marks and are willing to do whatever it takes to keep your home life stable. I think you'd be well suited to have my child. Plus, it comes with great benefits. You should consider it."

Katara slipped out of bed and started looking for her clothes, "I'm sorry, Ozai, but I can't do that."

"You can." He sat up. "You'd be set for life."

"I don't want to be set for life off of having a child! What kind of woman would that make me if I had a child with a married man?!"

Ozai sighed and stood up, "My wife would not protest. She knows I've wanted another child for years. Hence why you needn't worry about her."

Katara furrowed her brows at him, "Ozai, I understand you and your wife have a weird dynamic but I can't be a part of that."

"You'd be allowed to continue your relationship outside of me. I'll grant you that on top of everything else. I just want that one thing from you. Just sleep on it and decide with your mother if you need to." Ozai urged her.

"Why me?"

Ozai sighed, "I wasn't planning this. It just sort of came to mind while at the club one night when you said you wanted to have kids in the future but would wait until you were financially stable. Well, I can make that all happen."

Furrowing her brows as she didn't know what to do. He was offering something she'd only dream of but could she really do that? Maybe she did need to consult her mother about this.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"Excellent. Now come back to bed." Ozai waved her down.

Dropping her clothes on the floor, "You're not going to try to impregnate me, are you?"

"I'll get you the morning after pill."

Getting home the next day, Katara dropped her keys on the counter and saw her mother smoking a cigarette in the kitchen with a plate of breakfast in front of her.

"Hey, mom."

Kya turned her head and looked at her daughter as she took another hit of her cigarette. "Have fun?"

"Mom, that was-"

"So is it just him or do you have other 'clients'? Do you just follow them home after the club?"

Katara sighed as she went to take a seat in front of her mother and took one of her hands. "Mom, there's only one man I see outside the club. I promise. He's a decent man and-"

"Is he married?" Kya asked.

Katara averted her eyes, "His wife doesn't care about us."

Kya slapped her daughter across the face. "So not only have you become a prostitute but you're a homewrecker too!"

"Mom!"

"I don't want to hear it!" Kya shouted at her with furious rage."No daughter of mine is going to sleep her way to the top! I didn't raise you this way!"

"You didn't raise me at all! You just work all damn day at a petty job that barely pays you enough to live off of! I had to take care of myself! Raise myself because there was never anyone home to take care of me!" Katara shouted with tears in her eyes. "Now, you hate me for finding a man that wants to take care of me!"

"He's using you, Katara!"

"And I don't care! He can use me all day if it means I don't have to struggle like this anymore! I'll gladly be a rich man's plaything!"

Kya shook her head and refused to look at her daughter, "This is wrong, Katara. This is so wrong."

Sniffling as she rubbed her eyes, "He's offering a better place to live. For me and you. Weekly allowances. Pay for my schooling and anything else we need taken care of."

Kya sighed as she sat back down and smoked her cigarette, "And what? You sleep with him regularly?"

"I have a baby with him. He and his wife can't have anymore together. So he's willing to take care of us if I do this."

Kya chuckled while smoking her cigarette, "A baby is what he's asking for, is he? Well, is he planning for you to just hand it over to him or what? What happens when you have the baby?"

Katara realized she didn't know exactly what his plan was for when she had the baby.

"I don't know."

"I bet you don't." Kya scoffed. "Tell him to come here. I want him to see the shithole we live in and know what kind of girl he's asking to have a baby with him. Maybe he'll change his mind. Maybe he'll rethink any plans of getting rid of you once you give him what he wants."

Katara sighed, "Fine. I'll have him come here."

Getting home to the penthouse in the city, Ozai dropped his keys on the fireplace mantle as he entered the living room where his wife was having a glass of wine and listening to a symphony on the living room TV. He rolled his eyes and took the glass of wine from his wife.

"We need to talk." Ozai said as he took a seat in front of his wife.

Ursa sighed and leaned against the back of the sofa, "Talk? Something must be up if you want to talk to me."

"I found a girl. She's a college honor student. Pretty little Water Tribe girl with a troubling home life. I offered her to have my child. She's thinking about it at the moment." Ozai told her.

Ursa grinned as she looked to her husband, "You finally found someone you think is good enough. Why? Feeling philanthropic?"

"You know me, Ursa. I don't care too much about the little people to throw my money at them. This girl is what I want because I've gotten to know her over time at that host club. I've been seeing her for a little over a year. Recently, I've taken her to bed and she does nothing to disappoint me. I could fall for her if I weren't so careful."

Taking her glass of wine back from him, "Good for you, Ozai. I hope she agrees. Make sure to draft up a contract."

"I have."

"Good boy." Ursa puckered her lips at him as she stood up and kissed his temple. "I'm going to go soak in the tub. Tell her I said thank you for relieving me of my wifely duties."

Ozai scoffed as he watched his wife walk off with her wine glass. His phone suddenly started ringing and he saw it was Katara.

"Hello."

*Hey, can we discuss what you're offering…in person?"

"I have time. Where do you want to meet?"

*My place.*

"I'll be right there."

Ozai got up to head back out when he saw his son enter the penthouse.

"What are you doing here?" Zuko asked as he raised a brow.

"I needed to speak with your mother."

Zuko snorted. "About what?"

"A business matter. Nothing you should be worried about." Ozai told him as he grabbed his keys and headed out.

…..

Kya folded her arms as she got a good look at the man that wanted to have a child with her daughter. He was good looking. A full head of ear length black hair. Wore designer suits and smelled of expensive cologne. She honestly had to say, she was not disappointed in the kind of man her daughter was going to bed with. At least he wasn't some bum or crook. However, Kya had questions.

"What's your full name?"

"Ozai Sozin Yong. Ceo of Dynasty Banks." He informed them both.

Katara had no idea that's who he was but it made plenty of sense now that she thought about it. But wait that means! Zuko, he was the son of the Ceo of Dynasty Banks and Ozai mentioned he had a son. Oh my fuck! Katara never felt more stupid. Ozai was filthy rich and had a penthouse that his son and wife lived in. Zuko's father was a wealthy Fire Nation man that lived separately from him and his mother. Not to mention, they looked very similar. Almost too similar for her to only just be finding this out.

Kya tilted her head, "And what does a man with your kind of money want with my daughter? Can't you buy a surrogate?"

"I would rather have a relationship with the mother of my child. That and I prefer doing things the old fashion way. Artificial insemination is less personal."

Kya scoffed, "Just say you want to fuck my daughter and stop trying to be a smartass." She folded her arms. "What happens once the baby is born?"

Ozai explained how she'd continue living in the condo or he could get better living arrangements of her choosing. It would be up to her. She'd raise his child and allow him access to both her and the child. She'd be allowed to have relationships outside of him if that's what she wanted but she'd still be expected to continue her relationship with him.

"I've drafted up a contract that will need to be signed every five years if you want to continue receiving financial support."

Kya looked at the contract as the man pulled it out for them. Skimming it, "As long as the child is DNA proven to be yours, she not only receives financial support for herself but the child too. All she needs to do is maintain her relationship with you, pass random drug tests, and make you aware of all established relationships. That's not bad at all, Katara."

"Is that all?" Katara asked nervously.

"I also included a clause that you must involve yourself and the child in family activities after they are born." Ozai pointed out. "This isn't just business and receiving my money, Katara. You'd be family. I want you to act as such."

Kya sighed and looked at her daughter, "Everything checks out, Katara. I guess it's just up to you to decide."

Ozai looked to the blue eyed girl, "Anything else you want me to consider before you sign the contract?"

"Who says I'm signing it?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I don't think I'm ready to have a baby yet, Ozai. I-"

"Sign it. The baby doesn't have to be right away. As long as you make an effort to have one before the next contract has to be signed in five years."

Katara looked from Ozai to her mother, "Will you keep calling me a prostitute for this?"

"Prostitutes don't get offered these kinds of deals. I say sign it."

Sighing, Katara went to the kitchen to get a pin and signed her name on the dotted line. Handing it to Ozai, "This isn't just business, is it?"

"It stopped being business a long time ago, Katara. You know that." Ozai told her as he took the contract and placed it in the briefcase he brought with him. "Let me know when you're ready to move into the condo. I'll have a moving service come help with your things."

Katara received a kiss on the forehead before Ozai left and she saw her mother eyeing him.

"So, that's the man you've been sleeping with?"

"Yes."

"And it's only been him?"

Katara nodded.

Kya sighed, "This is a great deal, Katara. It is but I still don't know how I feel about my daughter using her body for profit."

"You just told me to sign it!" Katara snapped.

Kya sighed, "Katara, that man practically owns you now."

"UGH! Fuck this! I'm going out!"

"Where are you going?!"

"To get some air! I'll see you later!"

Slamming the door shut, Katara made her way outside and took a long walk. She didn't live too far from the park and decided to text Zuko to meet her there. It was about time she told him the truth. She needed to. She had just signed a contract saying she'd have a baby with another man. His father no less.

"Kat, hey, what's up?" Zuko smiled as he jogged up to her until he saw her crying. "Kat?"

Zuko crouched down in front of her where she sat on the park bench, he reached for her face to wipe her tears away.

"What's wrong, Kat?"

"We need to break up, Zuko." She cried and shoved his hands away.

Furrowing his brows in confusion, "What? Why?"

"I have a client. One that I sleep with." Katara told him in a tearful confession. "He offered the money I needed and I agreed to see him outside the club."

Zuko furrowed his brows and he pulls away from her, "Wh-when did this happen?"

Katara looked away from him, "Before we started seeing each other."

Zuko sighed, "Then let's work pass this. Quit your job at the club and stop seeing him."

"Zuko, he wants me to move into his condo and is going to financially support me and my mother. It's only right we end things. I don't want to hurt you more than I have."

Zuko shook his head, "Kat, are you that hard up for money that you'd do this?"

"Yes, Zuko! My mother works endlessly and we still have nothing! This gives us a chance at a better life!"

Zuko sighed and rubbed his temple, "Then let me help with that. You don't have to-"

"I signed a contract!" Katara sobbed. "He legally owns me now! There's nothing you can do to change this, Zuko! I'm sorry!"

Zuko watched as Katara got up and removed the necklace he got her from her neck, placing it in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Zuko!" Katara said before running off in tears.

Zuko stood there absolutely confused and hurt. Who was richer than him to be able to buy Katara? She wasn't that kind of girl. He knew that. He knew who she really was and someone had clearly corrupted her. I'll find who it is, Katara. I'll find out who's done this to you.

Back home, Katara was wiping her tears as she re-entered the crummy apartment she and her mother had shared.

"I'm home." Katara said in a sober voice as she entered, tossing her keys aside.

"Start packing your things, Katara. I called that rich boyfriend of yours to send the moving company in the morning. We don't have much but pack what you want to keep."

Katara sighed and went into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Laying on her bed, Katara lifted her hands to cover her face and saw the bracelet Ozai bought her. She looked over it and hated that this wouldn't be the last time she saw Zuko. Eventually, he was going to find out the other man was his father and he'd really hate her if he didn't already.

*Buzz*

Glancing down at her phone, Katara saw a text from Ozai asking her if she wanted to change the furniture or redecorate the condo. She replied that it was fine as is.

Tossing her phone aside, Katara curled up in bed, sulking over her break up with Zuko. She didn't want things to end but there was no way Zuko would have accepted she was with another man, his father at that. She did the right thing ending things but she wished she didn't have to. Ozai wouldn't have cared despite him admitting he was the jealous type. If only she and Zuko could have continued their relationship.

I could have given up Ozai. No. She didn't want things to end with Ozai either. Not just because he threw money at her but because she genuinely enjoyed his company. She didn't want to have to give up either. Why couldn't she have them both?

….

A/N:

Tell me what you all think. I really liked writing this one because it's a modern AU. I personally like writing Ozai and Katara's relationship as a more business arrangement deal with a hint of real feelings this time around because Ozai as you will see in the next part has some personal things to work out as always. A parallel to her relationship with Zuko which is more of a standard relationship. I wonder who she'll pick in the end.