So I based this work off of iAHFY's old comic which can (and should) be viewed here (just get rid of the spaces): i . imgur Sint92n . png
I hope this chapter was descriptive enough, I've never been to a strip club either
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Korra considered herself something of a feminist. The whole equal rights thing just seemed like common sense, she wasn't radical or anything. So if all these things applied to her, why was she standing outside of a strip club? Right, because Bolin was turning 21 and this is what he was bursting to do. Korra really wanted to object going, but it was Bolin's birthday and it's not like she would have a choice either way. She just assumed getting drunk and watching girl's dance was a normal way to spend a birthday.

The club was practically blaring with neon signs of scantily clad women wound around a pole. Advertisements for beer and liquor buzzed alongside the entrance where a bouncer stood with his arms crossed, sneering menacingly at passerbys. The music was booming inside but it sounded muted, like it was happening several buildings down the street. Korra gulped nervously, having no experience with establishments like this. Bolin slung his arm around her shoulder, laughing rambunctiously and loudly exclaiming his excitement.

"This is gonna be soooo awesome!" He said dreamily, "Loud music, endless drinks, and not to mention the sexy ladies." He elbowed Korra playfully in the ribs.

"Yeah yeah," Korra said, brushing him off, "Hopefully you can get one to come up to you."

"It's not a petting zoo Korra." Bolin laughed noisily. Korra had to crack a smile at that, clapping Bolin on his shoulder.

"Guess we won't know until we go in." She said, as the line leading up to the entrance was finally moving again. The club in question wasn't trashy like Korra thought it would be. From what she could see inside, the interior was very well kempt and clean. It was probably due to the fact that this was high end district of Republic City and the club's entrance fee was slightly expensive. Korra thought back to her savings account, cringing when she remembered that this was cutting into her next tuition payment. As they drew closer to the bouncer, Korra began to rub the back of her neck.

"Nervous?" Bolin asked, eyes glancing at Korra's hand.

"No," She said quickly, "Why would you think that?" She locked her arm down by her side.

"Come on Korra you're my best friend." Bolin said with a roll of his green eyes, "I know all your weird little ticks. You rub your neck when you're nervous." Korra was impressed with Bolin's eye for details but also mentally cursed his observations.

"Hey I'm about to be surrounded by beautiful ladies," She said with a wave of her hand, "Who wouldn't be nervous?"

"Perfectly reasonable answer," Bolin nodded, "Let's just hope you don't embarrass yourself like you did at Mako's birthday."

"Shut up!" Korra swatted his arm, "We don't speak of that!" Bolin snorted with laughter, making Korra blush angrily at the embarrassing memory. She scowled at his shit-eating grin and was tempted to walk off and spend her money more productively.

"Oh you know I'm kidding," He said, wiping a tear from his eye, "Come on we're next." The bouncer eyed them with great dislike, holding his beefy hand out for their ID's. He stared at Bolin's for a long time, trying to decide if he was really 21 or some stupid teenager trying to get in with a fake. Finally deciding they were passable, the bouncer handed the cards back and opened the door for the pair to enter. Korra gulped as the music rumbled in her ears.

The inside was dimly lit, with pink lights lining the hall floor. The narrow passage lead into a large, open room with a huge main stage and several smaller ones dotting the edge of the area. The large room was also mostly dark except for the lights that shone on the main stage, illuminating the dancers grinding and rubbing against the poles. Korra and Bolin wandered over to the bar, ordering a drink that would help loosen them up.

"It's okay ," Bolin said suavely, "This guy is legal now." The bartender grunted, handing Bolin and Korra their drinks and turning away to help someone else.

"Congrats birthday boy." Korra said with a grin, clinking their glasses together in a celebratory toast.

Korra knocked her drink back in two quick gulps while Bolin merely sipped at his, savoring his first legal alcoholic beverage. Korra felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Excuse me miss?" The bartender said, his demeanor completely changed, "This drink is on the house. Compliments of Miss Ginger over there." He pointed in the direction of a blonde-haired woman wearing a lacy bra and panties who blew Korra a kiss.

"Uh thanks...Ginger." She said, taking the drink.

"Don't be fooled," Bolin said wisely, "It's an old trick they use to try and get you to buy a lap dance from them."

"R-right, I knew that." Korra said, hoping Bolin didn't see the deep blush forming across her face. She kept forgetting that everything around these places was strictly business. Girls flirting was all about making money and tricking customers into throwing dollar after dollar. Korra looked around, watching nicely dressed young men throw full stacks of yuans onto the stages. They whooped and stuck high dollar bills into the stripper's g-strings as the girls bent low, giving teasing winks and blowing kisses at the men.

"Well you ready to get going?" Bolin asked excitedly, dragging Korra across the room to an empty table with a pole running down the middle. They reclined in the booth, nervously waiting for someone to come by. A few girls stopped and flirted but didn't offer to dance, probably noticing Korra and Bolin's casual clothing which meant they weren't drowning in yuans. It was obvious that these dancers dealt with a lot of high rollers and simply didn't want to waste their time with customers that could only offer a few bucks. Korra left the table to get another round of drinks, dodging a few sketchy looking men who said they could offer her a job if she was willing to model.

"Another round please." She said to the bartender who seemed more friendly now that Bolin wasn't around.

"Any luck?" He asked, setting the glasses on the counter and filling them with honey colored liquid.

"I don't think the girls have time for poor college students." Korra said humorously, setting a few yuons in the tip jar.

"I know one of the girls that would be happy to give you guys a dance." The bartender remarked, "I could have someone send her over to your table."

"That would be really cool," Korra said, "I think my buddy is getting a little discouraged since it's his birthday." The bartender filled a tall pitcher with beer and set it next to the drinks.

"Tell him it's on the house," He said, "And happy birthday." Korra grinned appreciatively and carried the alcohol back to their table.

"My my Korra," Bolin said mischievously, spotting the large pitcher of beer, "Are you trying to intoxicate me?"

"You can thank the bartender for that." Korra said, ruffling Bolin's hair, "He didn't think the birthday boy was drunk enough."

"Cheers," Bolin saluted, draining half of the pitcher in a few large swallows.

"He's, uh, also sending over a girl for us," Korra added, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Hey relax," Bolin said lazily after belching forcefully, gaining a few disgusted looks from nearby dancers.

"Gee I wonder why it took so long to get us a dance." Korra teased, "Here I was thinking I had something in my teeth." Bolin was about to retort sourly but suddenly straightened up, smoothing down the front of his button down shirt. Korra looked at him curiously but nearly inhaled her tongue when she followed his gaze. The most gorgeous woman Korra had ever graced her eyes with was standing at the foot of their table. Her long, raven hair was splayed freely around her shoulders and tumbling down her back in care-free waves. She was wearing the same lacy lingerie as the other dancers but also had long fishnets that went up to her mid-thigh and clipped onto a strap that hugged just below her navel.

"Hey there," The dancer said in a voice dripping with seduction, "Heard someone over here needed a birthday dance."

"That would be me!" Bolin said raising his hand. To Korra's surprise, the dancer genuinely laughed at his outburst. "My friend would like a dance too!" Korra elbowed Bolin hard in the arm, blushing red under the dancer's gaze. Their eyes met, Korra momentarily stunned by how green the girl's eyes were.

"So what are your names?" The dancer asked, hoisting herself gracefully up onto the table and wrapping her laced leg around the pole.

"Bolin," He said, leaning back in his seat. The dancer smile and looked at Korra expectantly, eliciting another embarrassing blush and a neck rub.

"Korra," She mumbled, adjusting her beanie. Much to Korra's humiliation, the dancer bent down and placed a finger on Korra's chin, forcing her to make eye contact.

"Sorry didn't catch that." She purred.

"Korra." She said more firmly, feeling like she'd just received an electric shock.

"That's a beautiful name," The dancer said, stroking her finger up Korra's cheek and Korra was really hoping she couldn't feel how hot her skin had become or how flushed her cheeks were.

"What can we call you?" Bolin cut in, grabbing back the dancer's attention.

"I guess you can call me whatever you want." She said, "You know how the system works." She turned and waved to the DJ up in the booth who flashed a thumbs up back. He faded the current song playing and started up a new one with a deep, slow-burning beat that made Korra's ears rattle in time with the deep bass. The dancer took hold of the pole and ground her hips against it in time with the music, looking back and forth between them with heavy-lidded eyes.

The beat began to pick up and the dancer started to bring her whole body into it, arms reaching over her head and legs keeping their grip on the pole. She spun a few times and flashed Korra a look. Not just a flirty a look; a look that said I need you. Korra's head began to spin as the dancer lowered herself off the table and into Bolin's lap. She began to rub up and down across his legs and around his hips, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. He dug around in his pocket and stuck a twenty note yuan in the strap around her waist. Korra felt around in her own pockets, stomach sinking at the measly thirty yuans she had managed to scrape together. That wasn't nearly enough to pay for the beautiful woman who had already milked fifty yuans out of Bolin.

The song came to a smoldering end, Bolin looking like his brain was short circuiting as the dancer stepped off of him. She blew him a final kiss and turned her attention to Korra who was slumped in her seat.

"Your turn?" The dancer asked with a teasing smile. Korra shook her head in shame.

"I don't have enough money." She said, feeling mortified. She could feel the dancer looking at her but she refused to meet eyes. She felt two hands gently land on her shoulders and caress down to her stomach.

"We'll call it a favor then." She said into Korra's ear as another song started to play. She began to grind against Korra's hips, being noticeably more sensual and gentle. It's all business. Korra's mind screamed as the dancer placed a wet kiss on her neck. She does this to everyone who flashes cash. Then Korra's mind went totally blank as the dancer pressed a thigh between Korra's legs as she kept dancing. The song ended with a slow fade out, also signalling the end of Korra's lap dance.

"Please tell me your name." Korra whispered to the dancer who hesitated as a faster song started up, green eyes flashing up towards the manager's office. Korra knew this was insane. Absolutely utterly mad. The first time she ever stepped foot in a strip club and of course she had to fall for one of the strippers. The entire thing felt like a tired, worn out cliche. But cliche or not, something was happening and she sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip through her fingers. The dancer slid her lips next to Korra's ear, letting out a small breath.

"Asami." She murmured so only Korra could hear. Asami pulled back, biting her glossy lip before gaining back her flirty composure, "I hope you two had fun. Come back and see me anytime." She spoke the last line, looking straight at Korra who could only stare back weakly. Asami spun on her heel and swayed away from the table. Korra felt numb and suddenly drained.

"Wanna get out of here?" She asked, turning to look at Bolin. To her surprise, he looked completely dumbfounded with his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Did that just happen?" He asked loudly, slamming his hand on the table in glee, "Did that just happen? Spirits take me now!"

"What are you talking about?" Korra said, giving Bolin a sharp glare.

"Korra fell in love with a stripper. Oh please tell me it's not true!" Bolin hooted with that famous shit-eating grin.

"I did not fall in love with her!" Korra said hotly, curling her hands into fists, "She gave me a lap dance and that was that."

"Looked more like clothed sex." Bolin smirked.

"That's what a lap dance is!" Korra snapped, exasperated and just wanting to go home. She stood up and threw her thirty yuans onto the table, making her way towards the exit with Bolin on her heels. They walked out into the street, the pounding in Korra's ears finally dying down.

"Hey but we had fun right?" Bolin said nervously, realizing that he struck a nerve with Korra. She took a deep breath, the fresh air finally calming her down a bit.

"Yeah we did." She said evenly, "We'll have to go back soon. Happy birthday Bo.