Chapter 11 by mburns

What happens to Korra next?

An Old Friend

"Korra, is that you?"

Korra knew who this was. The last person she wanted to see right now. Sponsor of the Fire Ferrets, CEO of Sato Industries, and the prettiest girl Korra had ever seen, Asami Sato. Korra blushed, ashamed of her situation.

The raven-hair girl ran up to her, clipboard in arm. "Korra- oh my." Asami flushed red when she realized she was looking at the Avatar's exposed breasts. She covered her face with her clipboard. "What are you doing here? Everyone said you went missing yesterday, no one could find you! And why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Korra flustered. "It's, uhm, kind of a long story. I need some help getting these restraints off, can you help me?"

Asami couldn't help but chuckle at the exposed Avatar's situation. She eyed up Korra's breasts, rising and falling with each breath, a slight bounce as they sat down. "Asami? Uh... What are you doing?" Asami was practically mezmerized by her exposed friend's shapely figure, she reached out and gave Korra's right breast a playful squeeze.

Korra was at a loss for words, unable to talk back, or to insist she go further. Asami continued mildly playing with Korra's parts, until she reached her lips, pulling her in for a soft, warm kiss.

"Mmm. Let's get you out of this pickle, hmm?" Asami said, refusing to back off from being up against Korra's exposed chest as she reached for the pliers on the wall beside them.