BOOK 1: WHISPERS, CHAPTER 4: Indecent Exposure

Korra exited the Satomobile that Asami had gifted her for her last birthday and shut the door quietly, trying not to alarm the sleazy looking residents of the district of Republic City she was in. The poorer areas of the city had always been a hotspot for sexual activity, whether it was rapes or prostitution. but this one was known for a type of depraved interaction that would conceal Korra’s identity while possibly “fulfilling“ whatever desires were floating around in her subconscious.

She put on a gray hood to conceal her face and clothes, the Avatar’s garb being almost as famous and well-known as she herself was at this point. The alleyway that she parked the car in would hopefully conceal it, the residents of the seedy street she was on more then likely being able to recognize that as a top-of-the-line Sato vehicle.

The only time she was ever in this part of the city was for charity events hosted by Future Industries, and although the company boasted of their care for the poor and needy, the events were usually closed off from the public. They would have small parades through the streets in these areas, and from what Korra could remember through all the drunken partying and love-making with her Asami was the stares of adoration, they were stares of hate. Hate for the rich 1%, which thinking about it now, Korra herself was apart of.

She pulled her gray cloak tighter around her body and started walking out of the alley and down the street, trying to find where it was she heard about this “hole of glory” she had heard from Asami as she talked about what happened in parts of the city like this. The street was littered with garbage and debris, shady looking characters around every corner and women in scantily clad clothing walking around like they weren’t being eyed at by every man who walked by.

Korra stopped at the front of some kind of tavern, averting her gaze away from all the other creeps and whores on the sidewalk that were passing by her, some of them trying to leer through her cloak. The sign above the door said “THE DRUNKEN WARRIOR” with one of the R’s in the middle of Warrior fallen off. Korra held her breath and opened the door, going inside the establishment.

Inside of the bar, Korra saw a colorful array of customers all enjoying their drinks and smoking, some of them looking like hardened criminals and gangsters while others looked like they were coming home from a hard daw at work. Others were situated at booths, the women of the night sharing a table with some of their clients who were all older men wearing expensive-looking clothing.

The Avatar wiped away the smoke from her face that was coming from the other bar patrons and started walking to the counter to talk to the bartender, an older looking bald man with an eyepatch. She quickly sat down at one of the stools and looked at the countertop in front of her, trying to hide her face from any prying eyes. The bartender wiped away a stain at the spot she saw at.

"Howdy, hon. What will it be?"

Korra gulped and tugged her hood over her face some more. She uttered something under her breath which the bartender couldn't hear. He inched closer to her to hear what she actually said.

"Huh? You've gotta speak up, lady."

"W-where's the hole…"

"The what?"

"T-the glory hole…"

The bartender finally heard what she said and chuckled evily.

"Ohhh, you want a turn in the hole, eh? In the back."

Korra quickly thanked him and speed-walked to the backroom, opening the door to see what was on the inside.

Korra stood in the dark room and tried to find a light switch, finally discovering one on the side of the wall where she came in. She was greeted with a plain room with 4 walls and a multitude of holes on every side, all varying different shapes and sizes, with stains literring the wallpaper all over and under the holes. Around the holes were crude writings and sentences, most of them containing some kind of sexist remark or sexual comment, like "THE BITCH'S MOUTH GOES HERE" and "CUM REPOSITORY" and many others.

She slowly took her cloak off to reveal her usual clothing, and just stood there, waiting for something to happen. She didn't really know how these things work; was she supposed to knock on the wall to tell someone she was there? Did they already know she was there? How long did she have to stay in there?

She was starting to have doubts, second guessing herself on whether she made the right choice coming here or not.

As she thought of what to do, she saw a male stranger's penis shove itself through one of the holes, the veiny pale member flopping onto the wall as it started to slowly grow in size. Korra just stared at the dick, frozen in fear.

"C'mon, girly! It ain't gonna suck itself!"

With that, she quickly got her cloak back on and ran out of the room, the bar behind her full of laughs and jeers as she tried to cover her face again from all the customers whistling at the woman.

She jolted out of the front door of the tavern and ran past all of the street walkers, not bothering to look at who she might be running into.

That was the most humiliating experience of her life! What was she thinking? Why would she ever even come to a place like this? She didn't know, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she was never coming back here, and no one would ever know she was here in the first place.

As she was about to turn the corner and jump back into her car parked in the alley, she heard three masculine sounding voices come from the corner. She jumped back before they could see her, gaining her breath while listening to the men talk.

"Damn, can't believe some moron left such a sweet piece of cash out here for us to jack."

"Yeah, I know! Probably some dumbass rich guy or something. Here, help me take the wheels off."

"I've got the hood ornament!"

Shit. If these guys stole her wheels and took apart her car, she would never be able to get out of here. She had to fight them.

Korra jumped out from the corner of the alleyway and spiked a chunk of concrete she bended out of the ground at one of her would-be theives, the hard material spiking him in the head and sending the man flying to the wall behind him. The other two men turned around and saw the figure in a gray cloak, her arms in a bending stance, ready to strike again.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of the men wearing a red coat asked. He didn't get an answer before the woman in front of them spiked another piece of the road at them, stomping the ground and throwing the chunk of rock with her fist. The other man in a greenish shirt spun the chunk back at the figure, and she responded in kind by kicking it back at him, the concrete decking him square in the chest as he keeled over in pain.

Korra was about to put the finishing blow on the final man in red, readying her stance to deliver a devastating airbending move-

"Shit!"

She forgot that she was in disguise, she couldn't use more then one kind of bending. Before she could cancel herself out, the wind blew past her top, blowing away the fabric covering her chest and tearing it off, revealing her supple brown breasts to the open world. They bounced out in an almost comical manner, the man she was about to attack now oggling at her tits. She shook the embarassment of the situation from her head and knocked the thug out with a final strike by a rock from the ground.

With the three men down, she leaped into her car and started it up, driving past the criminals who were still either on the ground or **** and speeding off out of the neighborhood.

Korra didn't know what she was thinking. It was such a dumb idea to even go to that place, let alone step inside that room. She tried covering the naked boobs she was driving with, the wind making them flop around almost like they were inflatable balloons, but she needed to keep both hands on the steering wheel.

Her mind wandered back to what she saw in there; the gross depravity, the creepy looks and vibes she got from the people there, and the dick she saw. For whatever reason, the image of that stranger's penis growing in size, it's veins popping out and the cockhead twitching, was glued to her brain and she couldn't shake it off.

Obviously the idea of the dream being some sort of deeper sexual desire didn't go through, so she now needed to either figure out if it was a warning or a message of some kind of past trauma.

She drove back into the city, her mind still wandering and changing thoughts every few seconds and her cocoa-tits bouncing in the breeze.