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Lin Beifong was drunk.

It was not an uncommon occurrence although usually it was the police bar a block from the precinct where she unwound after a long day of work, as opposed to this shitty excuse for a shed.

She choked down the terrible beer and ignored the down on their luck men who occasionally approached with terrible pick up lines.

Her job was all she had. Now she wasn't sure who she even was, without the badge.

She glanced across the bar, at the bartender. A lean, healthy young man who'd picked up on her less than jovial mood and provided a drink before she'd even asked for one. Noticing her look, he winked.

Lin was ashamed to find that she blushed. She was not a shy virgin and so quickly looked away, embarrassed by her own reaction. It had been too long, since she'd been with a man. She'd been so busy over the past few years, and she had gotten to the age, where she expected men to stop looking at her.

Now she found herself relieved for the attention. It was something else to take her mind off her absolute failure of a life. Why not take advantage of the young man, it wasn't like she had anything else to do right now?

She glanced back at the bartender and gave him one of her rare smile.

That was how Lin found herself in the men's bathroom of this shitty bar, getting fucked over the sink. The bartender was strong, not strong enough to overpower Lin, but strong enough that she felt his power in every thrust, and in the hands which clenched around her midsection. He was giving her quite the workout, which was saying something because in spite of her age, Lin kept in phenomenal shape.

She prided herself on being able to extract the moans and occasional curses out of the boy, who had probably only been with girls of his own age before and was surprised by her "experience." She tossed her gray hair back and closed her eyes and felt every flex of his muscular torso against her backside.

Suyin had always been the one to snatch up the boys. Lin had always been reserved, cautious towards any relationship, so repressed that she rarely even masturbated. She'd never been able to charm men, her blunt nature always made them realize she was more than pretty face.

Now, she felt alive. More alive than she'd ever felt with Tenzin. She'd always been ashamed that Pema had been able to take him from her, so easily and had equated the failure of their relationship to Tenzin's flighty, air nomad philosophy. But deep down, she'd worried she wasn't enough. That she wasn't pretty enough, that she wasn't girly enough. That she wasn't good enough in bed to please him. She'd known that Tenzin, with his obsession with restoring the Air Nation, would never have married a girl who wasn't maternal, a girl who, not wanting to repeat the mistakes of her mother, balked at the idea of children.

But this young boy's grunts and exertions rejuvenated her faith in her own abilities and for the first time in years, Lin found herself climaxing.

A wave of emotions rolled over her. Anger at Zhu, anger at Tenzin, anger at all her old flames, who were now dead or settled down. Anger at her sister, for being better at getting boy's attention. Anger at the Avatar, for screwing her over and causing her to be fired. Anger at her mother, for making her devote her whole life to a career she didn't enjoy, something that would end up rejecting her.

She let out a long breath and found him thrusting her even deeper, toward a second orgasm. She had to stop from shrieking with joy at the unfamiliar pleasure of this moment. In this moment, she wasn't a frigid bitch and a control freak, she was womanly. And she was not in control.

She passed out after round three, in the warm and caring arms of her lover.

She woke up, in bound in rope, with a gag over her mouth. She was in the back of a truck; she could tell from the jostling of the floor. She squirmed against her bonds, trying to get enough movement out of her hands to manipulate the metal of her surroundings. But the bonds were too tight.

She lay there, squirming on the floor of the truck. Sweating, naked, with a stranger's cum running out of her cunt. What had she been thinking?

The truck jerked to a stop and the doors opened.

Surly men with tattoos and scars, former members of the Triad, grinned down at her.