Montage Part 3

*Written in collaboration with Namichwan**

Parijat was immersed in a world of ceaseless toil, twenty years of age, her life's journey from a desolate farm in the Fire Nation had led her to this cramped space where rows of sewing machines hummed with relentless industry.

Surrounded by stacks of fabric, the rhythmic sound of stitching filling the air, Parijat's nimble fingers moved swiftly, guiding the fabric under the needle with practiced precision. Her tired eyes and hunched shoulders bore witness to the long hours she'd spent here today and every day for the last few months since she'd managed to get this job.

The workshop she was in, along with about thirty other low class women like her, was on the other side of the bay from police headquarters where Bran released his thoughtless normality into the world.

Nonetheless it took root in Parijat's mind the instant he finished speaking.

She continued working for another twenty minutes before it bloomed.

It was Parijat's breasts themselves that did it.

They were very large. She didn't give them much thought generally. They were just there. A burden sometimes as she had to avoid certain neighborhoods. She'd been groped by more than a few men, including some of her previous bosses. But that was just life.

Mostly they were uncomfortable.

It was the discomfort of her cheap and ill-fitting bra that acted as a catalyst. The fabric was exhausted from long hours of work holding up her chest, almost groaning from the feeling of the uncomfortable sweat stuck sliding between her chocolate boobs. A bra had never so longingly wished for ****, and she wished she could assist and let her brown jugs out. Let her two babies breathe.

I'd even rather be giving Mr. Zheng that titjob he'd been so insistent for back then

She pondered the possibilities that lay before her, imagining a life where her excessive chest became her greatest asset. The notion of giving titfucks, once foreign and unexplored, now held the promise of financial independence, better working conditions, and perhaps even a touch of pleasure.

In fact…

Her eyes moved to Mr. Pham's office.

It only took her a moment before she made her decision.

Without hesitation, she set her sewing machine and rose to her feet, striding purposefully toward the small cubby that served as their manager's office. The other workers in the room watched, their lack of surprise evident, as Parijat engaged in a brief conversation with Mr. Pham before being granted entry. The door closed behind her, and there was no ambiguity about what she would be doing in there.

For women like them who occupied the lower rungs of society, the option of providing such services was often not a choice but an expectation. And while the other workers couldn't quite recall the last time Mr. Pham had called someone in, they accepted the natural order of things. Many marveled at the slender figure and generous assets that Parijat possessed, acknowledging that she was indeed a unique and desirable candidate for the task at hand.

It took no time at all for her to be on her knees and under his desk. And almost less time before it was clear Mr. Pharm needed this far too much, as only minutes after the boss/worker titfuck began, he was puffing away as if ready to blow already.

Which is why Parijat stopped abruptly.

“I want a raise.” Her words were serious, and definitely lost initially on the puffing man’s brain, “And no more sewing. I'll be here just to provide you this whenever you need it. Otherwise this ends, right now.”

There was a grumble from the man, hissing out cuss words and sexist remarks, though after a beat he sighed and smirked at the girl. “And here I t’ought you liked me. Gahh… maybe. But I want exclusive access to deez tits from now on!”

“No deal. Just at work." She replied just as coldly. This was just a temporary measure to improve her conditions at this job. She was too practical, too familiar with how harsh the world could be to simply quit this one before securing the next. But she has little doubt she would find a better one. Her titties drew attention wherever she went, many men unable to resist copping a feel of them.

Mr. Pham's eyes widened at Parijat's firm response, his initial arrogance giving way to a begrudging admiration. He let out a gruff laugh, acknowledging her resolve. "You're a tough one, aren't ya? Fine, just at work then," he conceded, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and fascination.

Parijat tucked in her chin to smirk down at the dick that was just barely peeking out from her smothering tits. Parijat's newfound power surged within her as she stared down at Mr. Pham, his insignificant presence engulfed by her large breasts. She felt a sense of triumph and control, feeling that she had the upper hand in this arrangement.

---

"Alright, Bing," Lin said, her voice dripping with authority. "Time for your session. Stick it through."

Bing hesitated for a moment, his palms sweaty. He’d gotten an excellent handy from that Agni Kai Triad Titfuck recently to let her and her companions out of lock-up.

He'd made sure to wash his groin about a dozen times afterward, just to make sure the Chief didn't notice any lingering signs of his recent activities. But this was the moment of truth. If he stuck it through and she somehow figured it out, he'd be in for the worst beating he'd ever experienced in his life.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage, and slid his erect member through the opening.
As soon as his flesh made contact with the other side, a surge of electric anticipation shot through his body. That redheaded firebender had been amazing as she jerked him off with one hand alongside Wenjie but the Chief was a master at teasing and edging. He hated it as much as he loved it. How many times had he nearly experienced the sweet release of orgasm only to be denied it as she kept on going with her cruel touch? His time with that Agni Kai had been short and satisfying but his sessions with the Chief were an almost ecstatic constant struggle between pleasure and pain that never truly ended.

Once through, he couldn’t resist frantically humping at the wall, **** for any kind of friction against his cock. He heard the click of the Chief releasing the thick metal band encasing the base of his prick and his member sprang free.

He groaned long and loud, "Awww shit…”

"Language!" was the Chief's sharp rebuke even as her fingers wrapped around Bing's throbbing shaft. She began to stroke, her touch firm and unyielding. Bing's eyes widened, a mixture of pleasure and frustration crossing his face as she expertly manipulated him.

Lin reveled in her power, in the control she had over Bing's most primal desires. She maintained a relentless rhythm, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy only to abruptly withdraw, denying him the release he craved. Each stroke was calculated to push him closer and closer to the edge, only to leave him teetering on the precipice.

"Come on, Bing," she taunted, her voice laced with both mockery and satisfaction. "You want it so bad, don't you? But you know the rules. No release for you today. Not until I say so."

She could sense his agony. His expression was twisted with the effort it took to maintain control, to deny himself the orgasm he so desperately desired. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he desperately tried to hold on.

He fought this battle in Lieutenant Yamamato's office, pressed closely against the wall directly behind the second in command's desk. Why a separate room hadn't been dedicated to this purpose was beyond him, the headquarters building was a massive labyrinthine warren of rooms and hallways after all. Surely, one could have been set aside though apparently Yamamato didn't mind the distraction as the far too serious pony-tailed swordsman resolutely battled his paperwork a mere two feet from Bing's furious humping.

Yamamoto's lack of reaction only heightened the tension and the sexual frustration that coursed through Bing's body. Lin's tight grip and practiced technique did the rest. It was impossible to resist her, and he had no wish to fight the sweet pleasure she was giving him.
"I... I... I can't," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... let me... let me come..."

Bing's breath came in ragged gasps, his body quivering with need. He fought against the overwhelming urge to climax, struggling to maintain his composure under Lin's expert touch.

Lin's laughter echoed through the wall, her amusement evident. She revelled in the torment she inflicted, delighting in the sight of Bing's **** longing. She knew that this experience would leave a lasting impression, a constant reminder of his place within her domain.

After what felt like an eternity of torturous pleasure, Lin finally withdrew her hand, leaving Bing panting and on the edge of frustration. She stepped back, her gaze unwavering.

"Remember, Bing," she warned, her voice firm and commanding. "Your desires are under my control. Stay focused, stay loyal, and perhaps one day, you'll earn the privilege of release. Until then, keep that frustration burning within you. It's what makes you stronger."

She paused, her voice intense and unflinching. "You have my permission to clean yourself up, replace your cage, and get back to work." She growled, watching it disappear into the hole before frowning even harder. “Now where’s that damned, Bran? I hired him specifically to fuck me every few days, dammit!”

With a long frustrated sigh, Lin got back up and returned to her desk.

“Right, now what was your deal again?”

Korra was stunned.

Clutching the bottom of her top subconsciously with wide eyes and wetter panties. The sheltered girl had never seen anything like that before.

Her mouth just flapped in the wind, trying to make sense of what she’d just seen the chief of police doing while the heat had clearly awoken something in her. The woman sitting in front of her had so much power over men. Korra wondered how it felt to be that subservient to someone so strong. To crouch between Lin’s legs and beg to-

“Hm. The Avatar. In my city and wrecking up my streets with earthbending.” Lin continued after looking over the report, throwing Korra from her daydream, “Attacking Triad members in daylight while civilians were present is dangerous. Why didn’t you just leave it to the police?”

“I-I-I-!” She tried to retort before shaking her head clear of a part of the blush, “There was no police! Did you want me to just let the bad guys get away?!”

Lin frowned. She’d sworn she HAD sent some officers that way, but once again it seemed they hadn’t arrived in time. A pattern was emerging this week, and Lin didn’t like it. “I’m going to start checking their cups… if there’s any bending breakages again…” She mumbled under her breath before returning her focus to the waterbending woman, “I didn’t order a rookie Avatar to come in and perform amateur hour in my city! I thought you were supposed to be in the arctic, far away from me!”

“Hey! I think you need me more than you think!” Korra retorted, standing from her chair and slamming a fist into the desk to similarly yell at the older woman, “I heard the stories on the streets, the city is rife with crime! All while you… do THAT to your officers!”

Teeth ground in Lin’s mouth, “...you think keeping loyalty is easy, kid? Think you can run my CITY better than me?”

“I think Aang would have wanted me to try my best, and as the Avatar it’s my duty to help!”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.”

Both women turned to the door. Bald, bearded, and robed in the finest air nomad cloth, one woman beamed and the other frowned at the man who had just entered the room.

“Tenzin!” They said in unison with wildly different tones.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner,” He said while entering the room properly, “Korra, what are you doing here? I thought you were still with the White Lotus?”

Scratching the back of her head with a smile, Korra admitted, “I… kinda snuck out?”

“You…” He blinked at her, deepening the unhappy look on his face, “...you snuck out.”

“Yeah! I want to get started on airbending but you’re literally the only one around!” She insisted, ignoring the eyeroll that Lin was giving her, “I know you have your duties, but surely you can find some time to teach me here and there! Who knows when you’ll ACTUALLY be free from breeding, but if I’m here it’ll be easier to find time, right?”

He sighed, rubbing his temple while shaking his head, “...as much as I’d rather not have another plate to balance right now, I think you may have a point.”

“REALLY?!” Lin and Korra both said in unison once more, again with wildly different dispositions.

“If I can clear it with the Lotus, and you make sure to follow my instructions completely, then I think having you stay with us is a wonderful idea, Korra.” He admitted, placing his hand on her shoulder, “It seems you’re already on your way to becoming a very wise Avatar.”

The young girl pumped her fist, “Hell yeah!”

“All fine and dandy. Doesn’t excuse her crimes though, does it Tenzin?”

Tapping fingers on metal plates always frightened the old airbender. That angry eye twitch made his stomach churn every time it flared up, even after all these years. “Perhaps… one favor is permitted on this occasion? She’s definitely learned her lesson, haven’t you, Korra?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Korra dismissively agreed, much to Tenzin’s chagrin.

With a sigh, he looked her fully in the eyes. The one thing he knew could potentially melt the ice around her heart, “Please, Lin.”

The tapping picked up, annoyance growing but mostly directed towards herself. “FINE! I didn’t want her in here annoying the guards anyway.” The woman waved her hand angrily as she turned towards her window. “But if she even spits her morning semen on the sidewalk, I’ll lock her up for life and throw away the key. Got it?!”

“Understood. Thank you, Lin.”

“Wait… Lin? As in Lin Beifong? Hey! My old life and your m-MPH!” Suddenly Tenzin grabbed Korra by the mouth and began dragging her out the door. A very nervous sweat on his head as he saw only fire around Lin’s turning eyes.

“Thank you! We’ll stay out of trouble! Bye! Korra says bye and didn’t mention anyone!” He insisted, getting overpowered by the younger woman to let her go, but she got the message to not mention Toph.

He left the room. Silently, Lin poked her index and pinkie towards her eyes then towards Korra in a very telling motion.

Sassily, Korra returned the gesture before adding a wanking hand motion towards Lin’s gloryhole.

Lin didn’t like the new Avatar.

---

Bran wasn’t the only one who hadn’t returned to the triads after their bust. Lotta had decided the brief time in jail was too close, and so going legit was the only way she was going to get anywhere in life.

Though she found it hard applying for jobs. She was no good at generating electricity for the factory jobs, and having ‘amateur thief’ as your only previous experience made anything in the private sector quite dauntingly stingy. Thinking she was at the end of her rope, the redheaded firebender decided to try one last time before giving up the straight and narrow.

“You’re hired!”

“I… what?!”

The man she was meeting with had barely let her step through the door before he loudly announced that. Twiddling his tiny mustache with a shit eating grin, “What, are you deaf? I said you’re hired, sweetheart, keep up!”

Lotta was shocked, especially when he got up, took an abrupt sip of his coffee, and began waltzing out the door right past her with his assistant in tow. “Th-that’s great! This was for the accounting-?”

“Nope! Not hiring you for that boring job, clearly you’ve got the goods to invest in!” He explained as he walked, both Lotta and the assistant following him out of the office they were supposed to be meeting at and down onto the street. “I was saying to my assistant here that there had to be a way to capitalize on Republic City’s love of big breasts! So many lovers around the streets but barely any businesses take advantage of it!”

It was somewhat hard to keep up with him. Both his words and his feet were uncomfortably fast for Lotta. “Uhm, okay? I don’t think I want to be a whore if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“How crass, I love it! That’s the sort of fire we need when you’ll be working… HERE!”

He stopped dramatically in front of an empty store front. No signs or anything, but it clearly in renovations to be a cafe of some sorts. As was clear by the builders and contractors inside moving tables and chairs around.

“I have a dream. A whole cavalcade of women with the best breasts from around the town! All serving the customers with big smiles and tighter clothes. Attracting all to come enjoy the sights, sounds, and luxurious eats of our food and women!” He beamed at his dream, “I call it: Gazongas! And you’d be one of our stars, kid! With a chest like that I could hire you at three times minimum wage and still make a HELL of a profit off you! And the best part, all you’d have to do is be a waitress! And maybe enjoy a couple of the bigger patrons, but that’s all natural baby!”

As he held out his hand to be shaken, Lotta was astounded by his passion and extravagant energy. She gave it a thought before answering.

Her chest on display… her tits were something she’d had deep shame over but after that run in with Bran she hadn’t felt too bad about them recently. The ogles in the street had been somewhat nice, and she’d even started wearing a button or two down on her shirts. The straight and narrow… something her mom could actually be proud of her for… and at three times minimum wage?

“You’re a hard man to turn down.” She smiled, taking his hand and giving it a shake as his hand.
“Excellent! The cafe should be ready in a few days for our grand opening! Haha, I can’t wait!”

He said before continuing his march into the empty cafe itself, though he caught himself as he lifted the tape covering the entrance, “Oh yeah, Zhu Li do the thing.”

The assistant that had been keeping quiet the whole time suddenly appeared in front of Lotta. Instantly she had a piece of yellow string and was measuring every inch of Lotta, from inner seam to length between nipples. The firebender barely had time to protest before Zhu Li had completed her task and written everything she needed to on the clipboard she had with her. Then, from said board, produced a small stack of papers to hand to Lotta.

“Mr Varrick would like you to sign these as a formal contract of you working for him.” She explained as Lotta took the stack nervously, “It simply says you’ll refrain from using your chest to sell food in any other cafe or restaurant. And gives him the right to make any posters, fliers, billboards, or action figures of your body for advertising purposes.”

“A-action figures?!” Lotta’s jaw dropped, “How big does he expect this cafe to be?!”

A soft smile seemed to pass over the stoic assistant's lips as she looked at the man arguing with contractors, “Everything from his mind, dreams, and testicles is always the biggest it could be with Mr. Varrick.”