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Korra couldn’t believe that this was happening. She was standing in the heart of Republic City’s downtown, staring at a building across the street in trepidation. The building was rather nice, and looked to be relatively new. It was a two story building, built on the corner of a four way intersection. The outside of the building was painted a dark green. A large neon sign above the main entrance displayed its name: The President’s Club. All in all, it didn’t look that different from the other businesses around it.
Except Korra knew differently. It was a strip club. And, according to her best friend, it was one of the most popular ones in the city. Despite only having been open for a year, The President’s Club had earned a stellar reputation from its patrons. Or at least that’s what her internet search last night had claimed.
“Might as well just get this over with,” Korra sighed. She looked both ways before jogging across the street, and pushed open on the large dark wooden doors. The interior of the club was much nicer than she’d been expecting. While she had never actually been to one, Korra had subconsciously pictured strip clubs as grimy places where questionable people gathered to ogle the dancers. The President’s Club completely shattered her expectations.
The decor had clearly been inspired by all four nations. Red, green, blue, and yellow accents gave the space a lively and inviting atmosphere. The lighting was excellent as well. The main entrance opened up into a large room. An L shaped bar stood on the left side, and several private tables were on the right. In the middle were a dozen small, round tables. At the very back of the room was the stage. Where a dancer in a very revealing outfit was in the middle of her performance. Behind the dancer was a large red curtain with gold trimming.
Korra watched her, blushing furiously. Yep, she was definitely gay. Or maybe pansexual? Yeah, that seemed to fit her better. She’d dated a few guys before, as well as a couple of nonbinary people. But for some reason she hadn’t worked up the courage to date a woman before. She would always get nervous and possum-chicken out whenever she tried. As she watched, the woman on stage removed her top, baring her chest. Leaving her in just a thong and a matching black half-mask that covered her face. Korra was temporarily transfixed as she watched the woman swing herself around the pole.
“Korra!” The sound of her name drew her out of her thoughts. Korra tore her gaze away from the and saw her two best friends, Asami and Bolin, standing at the bar. Asami waved her down with a broad smile, while Bolin was busy chatting with the bartender.
“Hey, you made it!” Bolin said excitedly when he noticed her.
“I almost didn’t come,” Korra admitted.
“Well I for one am glad you’re here,” Asami said. “It means we can get the fun started.”
“You’re a little too excited about this,” Korra replied.
“Come on, Kor, you lost the bet!” Bolin chimed in. “You agreed to do whatever Asami decided on.”
“I wasn’t expecting it to be a lap dance,” Korra muttered, feeling herself flush in embarrassment.
“If you don’t want to do it, then you don’t have to,” Asami reassured her. “But if you want to, you get to pick which dancer you want. And don’t worry about the cost, everything is on me tonight.”
“But first, it’s time for shots!” Bolin announced loudly. The three of them downed their shots, then wandered over to a free table to sit down.
“So where did you guys even find out about this place?” Korra asked as they sat down.
“They contracted Future Industries to help build this place,” Asami answered. “I got to know the owner, P’Li and her husband Zaheer quite well. P’Li was very insistent on taking care of her employees, especially the dancers. So when it was finally finished, I decided to check it out for myself. The food is pretty good, and so is the booze.” She added, taking a drink of her whisky sour.
Korra glanced up at the stage. The dancer was collecting a pile of yuans scattered around her feet, before walking off the stage.
“It’s not a fully nude club?” Korra inquired.
“Republic City doesn’t give liquor licenses to fully nude clubs, only topless and clothed ones,” Asami shrugged. “Which doesn’t really make much sense in my opinion. As far as I know, the dancers get to decide if they want to go topless or not. Most of them seem to, though.”
“This is honestly the nicest strip club I’ve ever been to,” Bolin added. “Even Varrick loves this place.”
“That’s not really surprising,” Korra said, smirking. The eccentric CEO was well known for his love of Republic City’s nightlife. “So how did this place get its name? The President’s Club doesn’t exactly scream ‘strip club’ to me.”
“It’s a funny story actually,” Asami grinned. “It had a different name at first, the snail-clam. Which was terrible, but it was Zaheer’s idea. The first week it was open, President Raiko showed up for at least an hour every day.”
“No way!” Korra replied. “He’s always seemed so…uptight.”
“I thought so too,” Asami agreed. “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen him here for myself. So P’Li changed the name.”
“Does he still come here?” Korra inquired.
“Maybe? I’m honestly not sure.” Asami answered with a shrug. “So, what did you think of that first dancer?”
“She was…pretty,” Korra replied lamely, blushing at the thought of her. “Do they all wear masks like that?”
“It’s part of the theme,” Asami explained. “Plus it helps give the girls a sense of anonymity.”
The conversation died out as a new figure stepped out onto the stage. It was a very tall woman with a long braid of dark hair. The sides of her head were shaved and she had a strange third eye tattoo on her forehead. Her muscular arms were covered in tattoos as well.
“That’s P’Li,” Asami said quietly, after Korra sent her a confused look.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and my nonbinary friends,” P’Li said into the microphone in her hand. “Thank you all for coming. We have a real treat for you here tonight. Returning to The President’s Club for a short time, is my personal favorite dancer: The Great Uniter!”
P’Li stepped off the stage at the same time as the audience began to cheer. Korra sat up a little straighter in her seat as the lights dimmed, until only the stage was lit up. Music began to play. The curtain at the back of the stage parted, revealing the most captivating woman Korra had ever seen. She was dressed in a dark green military uniform. It had black accents, with metal strips on her shoulders, forearms and around her neck. The Great Uniter’s black hair was tied up in a perfect bun, and she was wearing a half-mask that matched her uniform.
Slowly, The Great Uniter walked out onto the stage. Her gait was fluid and measured, almost like she was marching in a parade instead of starting a dance routine. She placed one white-gloved hand on the pole, and began to walk around it slowly. When her back turned in Korra’s direction, she was surprised to see even more metal pieces on her back as well. Suddenly The Great Uniter came to a stop, and flicked her wrists. Every piece of metal from her uniform lifted off gracefully, and drifted down to the floor.
Huh, so she’s a metalbender! Korra thought.
“All hail The Great Uniter!” Someone shouted, whistling loudly. The rest of the audience cheered in agreement, as the ones closest to the stage began throwing yuans onto it.
The Great Uniter turned to face the audience once more, grinning seductively. She placed her back against the pole and began to dance. Korra felt her jaw drop slightly. The woman’s body seemed to move like water. Grinding and shaking in time with the music perfectly. She watched in rapture as the woman ran her hands up her torso, gripping at the fabric of her uniform. With a sudden tug of her arms, The Great Uniter ripped open her uniform shirt, revealing a green and black bra underneath it. Her skin was lightly tanned. Korra’s eyes drifted down her torso slowly, gaping slightly when she spotted her abs.
The Great Uniter spun around, tossing her uniform shirt aside as she did so. She gripped the pole with both hands and effortlessly lifted herself into the air, spinning around it like a top. Moving with surprising speed and precision, The Great Uniter shifted so she was upside down on the pole. She held herself in place with her thighs and one hand. Her eyes met Korra’s at that moment. They were the prettiest shade of green the Avatar had ever seen. The Great Uniter smirked slightly and winked at her. Korra blushed.
The Great Uniter made a show of undoing her pants while upside down, before effortlessly twisting herself right side up again. She kicked off her left boot first, followed by the right. Both landed at the very edge of the stage. She turned her back to the audience once more, sliding her hands down over the swell of her ass. With a shake of her hips, her pants began sliding down her toned legs slowly. Korra watched as they drifted down her smooth skin inch by inch.
When they reached her ankles, The Great Uniter kicked them aside. Leaving her in her lingerie and gloves. She began to spin herself around the pole once more, before taking a few steps away from the pole. In one fluid movement, The Great Uniter turned her back to the audience, and did the splits. Korra couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. The Great Uniter looked over her shoulder, winking at the audience as she began to make her ass bounce in time to the music.
Then the song ended and it felt like a spell had been broken. The lights came back on and The Great Uniter hopped back onto her feet effortlessly, before gathering the yuans on the stage. She waved at the audience, before walking off the stage.
“Wow,” Korra managed to say eventually.
“I know right?” Asami agreed. “That woman is something else. You picked the perfect night to come here, Korra.”
“I didn’t even think it was possible to be that flexible,” Bolin muttered. “And the metalbending? That was so cool.”
“Does she perform here often?” Korra asked.
“Not really? P’Li lets her come in and dance whenever she wants, like some of her other girls.” Asami replied. “We just got lucky tonight.”
“We sure did, babe,” Bolin agreed, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. Asami grinned. “So, do you know who you want a dance from, Korra?”
“I, uh…maybe,” Korra said quietly.
“You can take your time,” Asami offered. “There’s plenty of other dancers to watch.”
“No, I’ve made my choice,” Korra said. “I’d like The Great Uniter. If she does lap dances of course.”
“Are you sure? You’re not just picking her because you want to just get this over with?” Asami asked.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Korra said firmly. “But you’re also not wrong, I do kinda want to just get this over with. But she’s definitely the one I want to get a dance from.”
“Spirits, she’s probably gonna reduce you to a puddle of gay panic,” Bolin said with a chuckle. Korra punched him in the shoulder playfully, rolling her eyes.
“Alright, I’ll go talk with P’Li,” Asami said, getting to her feet. “I’ll make sure she has a mop on standby.”
Korra flipped her off as she walked away. A few minutes later, Asami returned. She was smiling broadly as she walked back to their table.
“She’s all ready for you in private room #4,” Asami said, pointing to a hallway next to the stage. Korra sighed and got to her feet. “Good luck, Korra.”
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Korra felt her anxiety level grow as she walked down the short hallway. Before she knew it, she found herself in front of a dark wooden door with a large white number 4 painted on it. She hesitated for a long moment. Was she really about to do this? She took a deep breath to steady herself, before knocking. The door opened to reveal The Great Uniter herself. She was still in her lingerie and mask.
“I’ll admit, I didn’t believe it when P’Li first told me that Avatar Korra herself wanted a dance from me.” She said, grinning. “Come on in. I don’t normally do lap dances, but I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to dance for the Avatar.”
“T-thanks,” Korra muttered, as she walked into the room. The only piece of furniture was a plush leather chair in the center of the room, and a small vanity table.
“Are you nervous?” The Great Uniter asked.
“Yes,” Korra admitted, blushing. “I’ve never had a lap dance before.”
“I figured, you seemed like a newbie when I first saw you from the stage,” The Great Uniter replied. “No offense, of course, but you kinda looked like a cat-deer in headlights.”
“That’s pretty accurate,” Korra laughed. “You were fantastic up there by the way.”
“Thank you,” The Great Uniter said, bowing her head slightly. “Now, since it’s your first time I’ll go over the rules: Keep your hands to yourself. If I’m making you uncomfortable just say ‘Badger-mole’ and I’ll stop. Your friend paid for one dance. If you find yourself getting a little too…excited, let me know.”
“Okay,” Korra replied, feeling her nervous rise once again.
“Are you okay?” The Great Uniter asked, her voice full of concern. “We don’t have to do this, I can get your friend a refund.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine.” Korra said, with a sigh. “It’s just that you're very beautiful and I get kind of anxious around beautiful women. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” The Great Uniter said. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll start the music.”
Korra seated herself in the chair, resting her arms on the armrests. The Great Uniter picked up a small remote from the vanity table and pressed a button. Music began to play from hidden speakers.
This was how she was going to die, Korra was certain. Watching The Great Uniter sway along to the music was mesmerizing. She’d never seen anyone move so gracefully before. And spirits she was hot! While the mask she wore covered most of her face, what she could see made Korra swoon.
The Great Uniter spun around, and bent over to touch her feet, leaving her ass practically in Korra’s face. The Avatar gripped the chair’s arms tightly, praying to every spirit out there that this truly spectacular woman wouldn’t notice how nervous she was. This close, the thin green panties she was wearing left very little to the imagination. Korra was surprised to see a small pink badger-mole tattoo on her left hip. Then The Great Uniter started to shake her hips, and Korra felt her jaw drop.
Whoever The Great Uniter was, she clearly worked out a lot. She had a very athletic body. Suddenly, The Great Uniter turned and straddled Korra’s lap. Korra let out a soft squeak in surprise as her weight settled onto her lap.
“Relax, honey,” The Great Uniter said. “I don’t bite, much.”
Korra lost all train of coherent thought as the dancer began to grind against her lap rhythmically. The Great Uniter reached up to undo her bra. Korra’s eyes widened and she felt a rush of heat rush between her legs as two perky, tan boobs in her face. Smirking slightly, The Great Uniter grabbed Korra’s head gently, and pushed her face into her bare chest. The only thing Korra could think of was soft, warm skin and boobs.
Then the song ended and The Great Uniter stood up quickly.
“So, how was that for your first lap dance?” She asked, a teasing note in her voice.
“It-it…was great,” Korra managed to say. Her face was burning with embarrassment and she was pretty sure she’d ruined her underwear.
“It was an honor dancing for you, Avatar,” The Great Uniter said with a wink. “Hopefully I’ll see you here again sometime.”
Korra found herself waving dumbly as The Great Uniter walked away. She was still grinning dumbly when she rejoined Asami and Bolin at their table.
“Wow, she really did turn you into a puddle of gay panic,” Asami laughed.
“Damn, just…damn,” Korra muttered in response.