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Sunday. December 9th.
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Kim walked out into the Paris night. She had asked her girlfriends to excuse her, claiming to want to see a place in the city that held personal memories.
It had been a lie, but she had managed to convince them about it anyway. Her objective was something a bit different. During Monique’s tale she had managed to ferret out some information. Information like this Eliza’s address and what part of the city it was in.
She was only a block away from the hotel, when she picked up her pace. Even though it had been a couple of years since her last mission, Kim was in impeccable shape. On top of that she had a pretty good sense of direction. That was the reason it only took her a little more than half an hour to make it to the address.
Once she got to the building it didn’t take long for her to find a window in the yard, that was unlocked. It took a little while to climb up to it because she didn’t have any climbing gear. But what the heck. She was Kim possible. She could do anything.
Prying the window open, she climbed in. she used a couple of seconds to congratulate herself.

““I would make a spanking cat burglar.””

She quickly got control of her ego again, remembering that she was actually breaking and entering. No matter what her reason was, this was illegal.
Straining her hearing, she thought she heard the sound of someone snoring softly and she began checking the apartment, room for room. It didn’t take her long. It was a small apartment with only one bedroom.

““Were Monique and Eliza more then just room mates?””

She soon came to the conclusion that they must have been, as she sneaked in to the bedroom. To girls were laying on the bed, obviously not concerned with modesty issues.
That gave Kim another problem.

““Which one is it?””

It was frustrating to stand there, trying to exact a small measure of revenge on her friends behalf and not knowing who to strike at.

““The bitch was awfully fast at trading in Monique.””

To say she was agitated would be an understatement. Kim was absolutely steaming. She was starting to contemplate unleashing her wrath on both there heads, when she spotted a framed page from some fashion magazine. That made her grin.

““Monique said that the bitch was a fashion model. It must be her in that picture.””

Looking closer at the two girls, Kim quickly decided who she was after and used her slight knowledge of the bodies pressure points to knock out Eliza’s lover. Once that was done, the road was all clear. Slowly and carefully Kim straddled the models back.
Eliza tried to move, but because of the added weight she couldn’t. The Frenchman subconsciously tried to wiggle free, but Kim stopped it abruptly by grapping a fistful of the brunets hair and pulled.
Eliza woke with a startled cry.

“Be quiet bitch.”

Kim’s voice was a menacing growl. Eliza let out a startled whimper.

“Who are you?”

Kim smirked. She couldn’t help to wonder if this feeling of complete control was what had made Shego so driven.
She twisted her hand, causing some of the hairs in her fist to dislodge.

“Just call me Nemesis.”

Kim wouldn’t be surprised if the girl didn’t know what she was talking about, but you never know and she could use all the menace she could create.

“What did I do?”

Kim raised an eyebrow. Apparently Eliza knew something about Greek mythology.
Her smirk grew.

“You figure it out. Now tell me, do you care for that dish beside you?”

Eliza whimpered slightly.

“No. I just picked her up for company.”

Kim growled.

“So you are a tramp as well as a bitch. Why am I not surprised. I should cut you open right hear. Luckily for you I forgot my knife. But don’t worry. I’ll be sure to remember it next time I show up.”

By now Kim could feel the girl shivering. It was a feeling that kind of turned her on. The ability to induce this kind of raw fear brought with it a power trip unlike anything she had ever experienced.

““Maybe I can really understand Shego now. Odd it should happen after I retired.””

She pushed the brunet’s head down into the pillow, before leaning closer to her ear.

“Don’t give me any reason to come back whore. For your own sake.”

With those words Kim jumped of the bed and quickly retreated out of the bedroom. She turned around and moved towards the door, not seeing any reason to risk a neighbor seeing her make an exit through the window.
The last thing she heard as she closed the door, were quite audible sobs coming from the bedroom.

“”No one steps on my friends. Your time will come to Jean. I swear.””

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Monique lay on the bed, spread eagle, naked and quite tied up. just like so many other times. Ron was sitting besides her on the bed and was slowly trailing his finger around her naval.

“Look at the clock Nikki. Ninety minutes from now, you are going to belong to me.”

She did as he said and saw that the clock said twelve forty.

“”So this will be over at two ten. Is that good or bad?””

Ron got of the bed and went to a dresser that he started rummaging around in. a moment later he returned with a black lace scarf.
Sitting down besides her, he lifted her head and tied it around her head. Monique’s world became dark. It was hardly surprising. She knew what effect that would have on her other senses.

“”He’s not taking any chances.””

She gasped as his finger touched the inside of her thigh. It was a spot where she was really sensitive. A result from an accident when she was five. It was those little things Ron seemed to remember and relish using later on.
Monique remembered how he had spent almost two entire hours, the first time they were together. Mapping out what she liked and what she disliked. Apparently he hadn’t forgotten it.
His hands began roaming freely across her body, not allowing her a moment respite from the sensuous overload she experienced. One moment he was gently messaging the sides of her neck, the next one she felt him running his nails across the palms of her feet. Basically it meant that She were never quite certain what the next would be.
After what felt like hours of this pleasurably cruelty, Ron suddenly stood up. She heard him walk around the room for a while and she wondered what he was doing. Or perhaps she was afraid of it. Right now she felt like her skin was on fire from his gentle, yet enticing, touch.
She felt a shift in the madras, telling her that Ron had sat down besides her. It didn’t take long before his hand descended on her breast and started massaging it gently.
While she knew Ron could be rough when he felt like it, right now he seemed almost overly careful.
A scream escaped from her lips as something incredible cold touched her nipple. Gasping she just managed to get her breath back before her other nipple was attacked in a similar way. This time the ice stayed longer. At least she was certain it was an ice cube.
The ice was suddenly moved down her breast and onto her main body. She felt it continue down to her naval where it settled down. That was when she heard his voice in her ear.

“Ninety minutes Nikki. Ninety minutes. Not even you can hold out for that long. Just beg me to take you. That is all you have to do. Beg and you will be mine.”

Monique shook her head forcefully. She refused to give up. All she had to do, was hold out until the deadline and then she would be up for sweet pleasure.
She should have known it wouldn’t be that simple. Something cold, another ice cube if Monique wasn’t mistaken, was pressed up against her anus. He kept up the pressure until it slipped in. Another one was soon inserted into her vagina.
Monique let out a long pathetic whimper and her hips were shaking uncontrollable. Both from the cold as well as the sheer erotic capacity of it.
The blindfold suddenly fell away and Ron settled down beside her, nibbling away on her neck while a new ice cube was applied to her chest, adding to her shivers.
For a while Monique’s world consisted of a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, but finally it calmed down enough for her to see what was happening around her. The first thing she noted, was the small puddle of water that had gathered in her naval. The next was the clock.

“”Only ten minutes to go. Thank god!””

It was two o clock. Monique wouldn’t be surprised if it had been five in the morning, it had felt like forever. She suddenly started to squirm as Ron ran a finger down her arm and into her armpit.

“As always you keep yourself as smooth as a baby bottom. I like that about you.”

She tried to smile, but it was hopeless. Ron had started sucking on her earlobe as his fingers started working with her right nipple, making her groan. She looked franticly at the watch. It was like it jumped several minutes every time she looked.
Finally, as Ron started to lick at her nipples, the clock hit the long awaited two ten.
She practically screamed.

“Times up! Fuck me!”

Ron positioned himself so he was right above her.

“Oh I have been looking forward to this since I got your call. By the way, did you know that I had my dick in Su’s mouth as we were talking?”

Monique gasped. She hadn’t known. How was she supposed to? She arched her back as much as she could in her current predicament. That wasn’t much.
Apparently it was enough, because Ron suddenly slipped in to her. She cried out at the sensation. She hadn’t had the real thing inside of her for more than six month and she could feel the slightly unusual sensation run through her.

“You want more Nikki?”

She groaned.

“Hell yes playboy. Give me more!”

She groaned as his fast and powerful thrusts shook through her. Through the haze of sexual desperation, a memory showed its head.
She remembered how Ron could be infinitely gentle one day and bruisingly rough the other. It had made her feel alive. Never knowing exactly what she went into. In Monique’s book, that meant that Ron had given her more then he had taken. To Monique, that was a rare thing.
Her body went into spasms as her long awaited orgasm finally came over her. She felt her vagina clamp down around the erection inside of her. It made it feel bigger and so much better.
As his seeds shot into her, she felt a second orgasm rush over her.

“”Double whammy. That only happens with him.””

Monique was no fool. She knew there was more to it than just hormones. She had actually fell in love with him and why not? He had always been attentive to her needs, besides, it turned out they had more in common than first met the eye.
Ron groaned as he pulled out of her and lay down besides her.

“My god, Nikki. I had forgotten how hot you are. It’s like a volcano in their.”

She grinned as she turned her head to look at him.

“You love it Ronnie. Just admit it.”

He smiled.

“Oh yes I do. Luckily I will be experiencing it a lot in the future.”

Monique was surprised.

“”What the hell is he talking about?””

She narrowed her eyes,

“Uhm Ron. You do realize that you lost, don’t you?”

Ron smirked as he reached out and grabbed the TV. Remote from the bed table. He then turned on the large plasma screen and pressed the button that called up the digital clock. It showed 0ne fifty-seven Monique stared at it as Ron picked up his cell phone and speed dialed a number. She glared at him, not entirely sure weather or not to be pissed at him.

“I don’t believe it! you set the clock forward. Didn’t you?”

Ron just grinned.

“You cheated!”

This made him shrug and answer her.

“Hey. All is fair in love and war.”

Monique’s eyes widened.

“Love?”

Her voice was a whisper.
Beside her she heard Ron speak into the phone.

“Hey Su. Would you mind getting the others and come up to the room? I want you to meet your knew roommate.”

Monique gave up and allowed her head to sink down onto the pillow.

“”I guess my immediate future has been planned then.””

She didn’t quite know what to think of this. Ron had first goaded her into a bet and then cheated so he would win. It made her feel happy that she was worth those kind of cheap shots. It had to mean that he cared, didn’t it?

““Guess there is nothing left but to wait for the others.””

She resigned herself to her faith and closed her eyes to wait. Apparently Ron had found out how to pass the time. His hand began to rub the inside of her thigh. She kind of liked that.

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Su and Bonnie was passing their time in the bar, trying out the various kinds of wine the hotel could offer. The man standing behind the bar had gladly taught them everything he knew about the fine art of wine tasting, obviously hoping to score some point with the two girls, and ultimately, just score.
That was fine with Bonnie. She knew the guy didn’t stand a chance, but as long as he had hope, he was at their beck and call. That meant that this was as good a place as any to wait for Kim.
She held up a glass and looked at the contents with a thoughtful impression.

“Pretty good for a chardonnay, don’t you think so Su?”

The Chinese shrugged.

“If you say so Bonnie. Personally I prefer Cato Negro. But that is just my preferences.”

The bartender looked like he had just had hot lead poured down his throat. Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

“But Su. That isn’t a French wine.”

Su raised an arm in an apologetic manner.

“I know. I just don’t think the French knows how to make a decent wine.”

By now the bartender was trying to dislodge his jaw from the counter. The brunet on the other hand had to struggle not to laugh. She had spotted the mischievous look in her lovers eyes and knew she was joking.
It actually surprised her how adept Su had become at these kind of games.

““I guess I must have corrupted her in more ways than one.””

Bonnie leaned over the counter. Signaling to the bartender, he came closer.

“Tell me, do you have any kinds of champagne?”

His eyes lit up. probably convinced that Su wouldn’t be able to find anything negative to say about those. Of course, he didn’t know that behind the cute, slightly naive, looking Asian face, was a photographic memory and a brain like a computer. Bonnie had no idea what she could say, but she knew there would be something.
Two glasses of a very expensive champagne was placed in front of them. Taking them, they clink glasses with mock serious expressions and sipped from them.
Bonnie licked her lips with satisfaction. The first time she had ever had champagne, was after a ballet exhibition, where she had won the price as best dancer.
It was something that her sisters had never been able to do, even though they had both tried several times.
She grinned slightly.

““Sweet success.””

Looking at Su, she proclaimed.

“A fine vintage. No surprise that they charge so much for it.”

Su nodded.

“Yes indeed. Only the French would have the tenacity to charge more for second rate grapes than first class.”

That actually made the brunet chough.

“Excuse me? Would you mind saying that again?”

Su looked surprised.

“I thought you knew. The grapes that goes into champagne is basically grown in the worst soil you can find. Some times, if you shift through the dirt, you can find pieces of plastic. Someone once joked that he had buried his old car in the back yard, so now he could make champagne. I thought it was funny.”

Bonnie looked at the glass in her hand.

“Yes quite.”

The bartender looked like he wanted to cry, as Bonnie poured the wine in a nearby flowerpot. It suddenly didn’t taste so good anymore.

“Are you two still here?”

Bonnie turned around on her stool and smiled as she spotted her redheaded lover. She reached out towards her with both arms, clearly signaling what she wanted and Kim complied.
To the bartenders abysmal disappointment, the two girls kissed. If that wasn’t enough, it got worse when Su spoke up.

“What about me. Don’t I get one?”

It would have sounded pathetic if Su hadn’t smiled impishly. The expression on her face made it a playful question and Kim didn’t wait long to lean in and kiss her passionately.
She then turned to the rather crestfallen man and spoke.

“Three tequilas, please and thank you.”

He got an expression like someone who had just been stepped on the toes by a stiletto heel, but to his credit he quickly complied.
Placing the drinks on the bar with slightly more force than necessary, he walked off to the other end of the bar, even though nobody else was present.
Kim looked at him surprised.

“What’s up with him?”

Bonnie was about to answer, when Su beat her to it.

“Who knows. Europeans a so rude.”

Bonnie smiled proudly at her Asian lover and Kim must have picked up on it because she snorted.

“Yeah right. Be glad I left my riding crop at home.”

The two girls laughed at that. Knowing, or at least hoping, the redhead wasn’t serious.
Kim sat down and picked up her drink. And knocked it back in one deft motion.

“Damn I needed that. Hit me again.”

The bartender moved to comply. Obviously more professional then Bonnie had first thought.
Bonnie looked at her girlfriend a little nervous.

“Kim, what is it? I have never known you to drink like this before.”

Kim shrugged.

“I ran in to some hussy on the street. Shit for a bitch.”

Su put a hand on the redheads shoulder.

“I have never known you to drink excessively. Are your sure you are alright?”

Kim smiled and took a sib from her newly refilled glass.

“Yes I’m quite alright. Just need a little distance to the whole episode. Besides I am far from drunk and my liver is in tip-top shape. Well actually it is a lot better thanks to DNAmy, that fat, blubbery, excessively hairy, not to mention unethical, whore.”

Kim started growling again and Bonnie sighed. This usually meant that her girlfriend was reliving some past traumatic incident.
Bonnie still remembered the time in high school she had found Kim sitting on a bench in a park. The redhead had been in a bad mood and Bonnie just had to make it worse. Suddenly Kim had jumped up, grabbed Bonnie by the front of her shirt, yelled ‘take that Shego’ and had punched her so hard that Bonnie had been unable to chew properly for a couple of days.
The episode had scared the brunet senseless, and she had started keeping her distance for several weeks.
It wasn’t until the two of them had been together for a couple of month, that Bonnie had pulled enough guts together to actually ask the redhead what had happened that day.
Bonnie reached over and started rubbing Kim’s back. Soon the growl became a more contended sound.
The redhead suddenly let out a low moan. That made Bonnie arch an eyebrow and lean forward a bit. She smiled as she saw Su rub Kim’s crotch.

““Okay. That ought to work too.””

A phone suddenly rang. It took Bonnie a couple of seconds to realize it was Su’s. The Chinese pulled it out of her bag and flipped it open.

“Hey Ron.”

Su listened for a moment.

“Sound’s fun. We can’t wait. Se you in a moment.”

Bonnie watched closely as Su closed the cell phone, picked up her drink and drained it. smiling, she looked at the two others.

“Well girls. It seems that Ron got us a new girlfriend. He thinks we should get proper acquainted.”

Bonnie and Kim both reached out for their drinks and drained them, before Kim leaned over the counter.

“Would you put it on Ron Stoppable’s tab? Please and thank you.”

Without waiting for a reply, Kim turned around, grabbed Su’s hand and walked to the elevator. Bonnie followed them with a wicket grin.

““Su is right. This is going to be so much fun.””

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Ron had replaced the girls in the bar. He needed a little time to wind down. Both from the sex he just had, as well as the fact that someone he cared about had just been hurt.
When you were in his position and had as few real friends as he did, you tended to become a bit overprotective. At least he did.
The bartender walked over to him and asked what he wanted. Ron gave his order and received it. after tasting it, the bartender spoke up.

“Excuse me sir. But aren’t you Mr. Stoppable?”

Ron nodded but didn’t say anything. He wondered what this would lead to. He found out immediately.

“Three young woman was down here earlier. They requested that their drinks were put on your tab. Is that okay?”

Ron raised his eyebrows.

“A brunet, a redhead and an Asian? That should be my girlfriends. Yes it is quite all right.”

That made the hotel employee stare. It took a moment before he finally spoke.

“All three of them?”

Ron shrugged. Normally he wouldn’t brag about it, but this was Paris for Christ sake. So he leaned forward.

“All three of them at once. Makes the bed a bit crowded at times, but hey. I can live with that.”

It took a moment before the conversation continued.

“If I had three girlfriends, I wouldn’t get out of my bed.”

Ron snorted.

“You have high thoughts about your libido my friend. Sometimes it is best to lean back and observe them, rather than just being stuck in with them.”

The Frenchman shrugged.

“I suppose you got more experience in those fields.”

He suddenly grinned.

“Three girlfriends. Man you are lucky.”

Ron smirked.

“Actually they are currently introducing a new girl into the household. If you ask me, she’ll fit right in.”

Silence fell over the bar as the bartender poured another whisky and put it in front of Ron.

“On the house Mr. Stoppable. Sounds to me like you need it.”

Ron nodded and smiled to signal his gratitude. They sat there making small talk for about another half hour or so, before Ron got up.
He put a bill on the counter and got up.

“Keep the rest. Have a nice evening.”

He started walking away as he heard a gasp behind him. He couldn’t help but grin as the bartender called after him.

“Thank you sir.”

He continued his walk towards the elevator.

““I guess an eighty Euro tip can have that effect on people.””

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When Monique was woken the next morning she felt tired and sore all over. The three girls she had spent the night with, hadn’t exactly been gentle. The African-American had quickly realized that that the girls weren’t going to untie her, no matter how much she asked them. Kim had in fact threatened to gag her, if she didn’t stop being so demanding. In the end Monique had just given in and allowed them to do what they wanted.
It had taken nearly two hours, but it had finally ended with her passing out.
She turned around to see who it was that was shaking her and she caught sight of Bonnie sitting on the side of the bed.

“Wakie, wakie, sleepyhead. It’s a bright new day and we need to expand our wardrobes.”

Monique groaned and pulled the pillow up over her head.

“Someone are still tired you know.”

She was really not in the mood to run out the door. Taking a peek at the clock radio on the nightstand, she groaned when she realized that it was only eight o clock.
What only made it worse, was that Bonnie pulled the pillow away.

“Now, now Nikki. No reason to cause any trouble. Rise and shine. Early bird and all those others clichés.”

Monique sat up and swatted annoyed at Bonnie, who had moved out of range.

“We only went to sleep four hours ago. I need my beauty sleep.”

She realized that she had made a tactical error as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Realizing that the arms belonged to Su, she groaned. Monique had never had to keep track of multiple lovers at once. That meant she wasn’t use to sudden ambushes like that. Although she had to admit that the sudden feel of the cool silk of Su’s shirt against her warm skin felt good and she couldn’t help but snuggle a bit closer. She heard the lightly accented, tuneful voice of the girl behind her.

“Come on Chocolate, please come with us. There will be plenty of time to sleep on the flight home.”

Monique tensed. She wasn’t in to all that about racism, having no insecurities about her skin color, but still.

“What did you just call me?”

She wasn’t being hostile or aggressive, she was just surprised.
Su answered.

“I called you Chocolate. Because you taste so sweet.”

Monique immediately relaxed at that. Partly because the girl hadn’t meant anything harmful and because she vividly remembered how Su had been working her sex for more then half an hour less then six hours ago.
Su continued.

“Please come. I have never been to Paris before and I would feel better if you were there to guide us around.”

She sighed, finally relenting.

“Okay Su. Just give me a moment to take a shower and get dressed. I’ll be ready in no time.”

Su let go and Monique got up. she started heading for the bathroom when Kim came out. Monique felt her knees go slightly weak, as she remembered how her friend had made her feel that night. She wondered where that came from. It just didn’t fit into the girl she had known during high school.
Likewise, during those years she couldn’t remember ever seeing the redhead naked. She had always been to modest, well shy actually, around her body, to ever walk out of the bathroom undressed. Apparently that wasn’t a problem anymore and she had to admit that Kim was rather beautiful, even though she had several scars, although only a few were prominent.
Monique smiled and wished her good morning as she walked past her. To her surprise Kim grabbed her and spun her around.

“Why are you so rude this morning?”

The African-American was dumbfounded. She hadn’t been the least bit rude. At least not that she had noted.
Suddenly the redhead pulled her in to a kiss. Using an arm and a leg to pull as much of Monique’s body to hers as she could. When she broke contact, Monique was gasping for air. Kim smiled satisfied.

“That’s how you say good morning.”

She didn’t exactly know what to say to that, so she just nodded and staggered out into the bathroom.

““I guess I still got a lot to learn.””

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The four girls had been shopping for a little more then three hours when Kim took a quick inventory.

“One dress, three pairs of footwear, three pairs of pants and two shirts, not to mention the lingerie I bought.”

She grinned as she looked at the shopping bags the others were dragging around. It was no surprise that Bonnie and Su had a lot to carry, considering that Bonnie was as much in to shopping as Kim and that they had both helped Su decide what she should buy. That girl was a fashion disaster.
Monique on the other hand, was careful and critical about what she bought. Every time she went to try on a combination of clothes, it would match perfectly.
If Su knew nothing of fashion, then Monique knew everything. On top of that, she had bought clothes for just as much as any of the other three and that was rather surprising to Kim. She still felt odd about just spending Ron’s money, but apparently her African-American lover didn’t have those kinds of problems.
She decided to ask her about it. Monique grinned in response.

“I have been living of Ron’s money ever since I stepped on to the plane to France. I guess I have gotten use to it somewhere along the line.”

Kim nodded. That kind of made senses. She was about to say something about Ron taking care of those he loved, when her cell phone went off.

“Yes?”

She smiled as she heard Ron’s voice.

“Oh, hi Ron. How did the meeting go?”

Her boyfriend’s voice sounded slightly annoyed.

“Not good. Apparently Monique’s situation is slightly worse then I thought. Jean really did a number on her. He even spread a rumor about Monique being investigated by the police for the theft of ten thousand Euros from his office.”

Kim gasped.

“You have got to be kidding. Monique would never do that. Besides she wouldn’t have to.”

Kim winced as she realize that the three girls she was with, was now staring at her.
Ron’s voice came back. He now sounded tired.

“I know, Kim. But Jean may just have called the cops on her after misplacing some of his companies money, into his own pockets most likely, especially when he finds out that she isn’t coming back. I don’t know him, so I have to check with the police. I’ll meet you at the Eiffel tower at one pm. Okay?”

Kim nodded grimly.

“We’ll be their. By love.”

She closed her Cell phone and looked up at the expectant faces around her. She fixed on her newest lover and sighed.

“I’m sorry Monique, but it sounds like Jean may have filed charges about theft with the police. You should be implemented.”

Monique stared at her.

“Why that little… I haven’t stolen a cent from him. You got to believe me.”

The African-American’s immediate anger had turned into something that resembled fear.

“Girls. You got to believe me. I am not a thief!”

Bonnie held up a hand.

“Don’t worry Nikki. We believe you. Why would you steal if you got a free scholarship from a millionaire. It doesn’t make sense. He is just trying to get even. Probably trying to force you back to him.”

Su looked surprised.

“Why would you believe he would do it like that?”

Bonnie winced.

“Because that’s exactly what I would have done when I went to high school.”

Monique gasped.

“Madelyn!”

Bonnie seemed to become a lot smaller when hearing that name. Kim remembered it too.
Madelyn had been Bonnie’s science tutor. They had had a falling out for a while because of something. Eventually Madelyn had refused to help Bonnie anymore. After a week or so she had started again, although she didn’t seem to be very happy about it.
Su looked puzzled.

“Who was Madelyn.”

Bonnie sighed and sat down on a nearby bench.

“A tutor I had in high school. I hated it, but my teacher insisted and I needed a passing grade. We didn’t get along and I figured she might as well let me write of from her. She refused and told me I was on my own.
In order to get her back, I spread the rumor that she was a lesbian. Boys began treating her like she was worthless and her female friends began keeping their distance. So it ended up with her coming back and allowing me to write of her work and in returned I hooked her up with some boy toy and squashed the rumors. Within a month, everything was back to normal, except that I got what I wanted and Madelyn was at my beck and call.”

Su glared at the brunet.

“That was distasteful.”

Bonnie nodded.

“Sure it was. But I couldn’t see it then. All it was about, was me. If I got good grades, who cared who got hurt in the process. I sure as hell didn’t and I didn’t concern myself with what others thought.”

Kim nodded. That did sound like the Bonnie she knew back then. What worried her, was that Monique had picked up on it so easily.

“Mon. how come you knew about Madelyn?”

Monique just shrugged.

“You forget that no rumor got started without me hearing about it. whenever someone in Bonnie’s vicinity became subject to a rumor, it was always big news.”

She suddenly turned angry again.

“If I find Jean, I’m going to neuter him. No one calls me a thief and gets away with it.”

Kim held up a hand.

“Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Lets hear what Ron find’s out. We are supposed to meet at the Eiffel tower at one o clock. We’ll get the whole story then.”

Monique looked at her watch for a second.

“One o clock? That should give us enough time for one more store. I know this little place were they serve coffee after you made your purchase. It got a great atmosphere.”

To someone who didn’t know Monique as good as Kim did, it would look and sound like she had rebounded. Unfortunately Kim could still hear that little edge that told her that Monique’s temper was under iron hard control.
That was why she wrapped an arm around the girl as she led them towards the store she had talked about.

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Ron was walking around at the meeting area trying to find the four girls. No such luck. You would think that locating a redhead, a brunet, an African-American and an Asian would be easy in just about any city in the world, with a possible exception of Los Angeles, but no!

“Sometimes I hate globalization.”

He was about to call them and hear where exactly they were, when he finally spotted them. Hurrying to them, he greeted them with a big smile.

“Hey girls. Enjoy your shopping spree?”

Bonnie grinned and hugged him.

“Oh yes. Paris is so much better then Middleton mall.”

She was cut off by Kim.

“Screw that! What did the police say?”

Ron smiled slightly.

“False alarm. It’s only rumors. The police isn’t involved. Nobody is going to question that Monique gets on a jet and fly’s back to the states with us.”

Kim’s sigh was audible.

“Thank god. So when do we leave?”

Ron smirked.

“Oh, in a couple of hours. First I thought we might as well enjoy the culinary skills of the French kitchen.”

Monique grinned. She was obviously relived that she wouldn’t have to worry about the police.

“Sweet. I always wanted to try out Maxims.”

Ron winced and shook his head.

“Sorry Nikki. But they refuse to serve me on Maxims. They refuse to forgive me for stealing their kitchen chief. Just because I was willing to pay more. Sore loosers.”

Monique sighed.

“Okay. Then where?”

Ron grinned and gestured towards the Eiffel tower.

“At the best view in town.”

Putting his arms around Monique and Su, he started leading them towards the landmark.

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Monique leaned back in her seat. Despite everything that had happened, she still loved Paris and was a little sad that she had to leave. But her career in Europe was effectively ruined, so it made sense to return home. Who knew, maybe she could start all over again. Ron had promised to support her effort and there were quite a lot of first class models in the US. So maybe all wasn’t lost.
She was contemplating what to do once she moved in with Ron, Kim, SU and Bonnie. She figured that the first thing would be to go home to her parents and tell them she was back in town and get her stuff. The next was setting up a room where she could work from. Unfortunately she was completely lacking ideas. All her best work had, because of her contract, automatically become Jean’s property. In other words, she needed an entirely knew sours of inspiration.
A hand on her knee woke her up from her contemplations. She looked up at the brunet who had gotten out of her seat once they had leveled out.

“You seem to be far away.”

The brunet’s voice stated clearly that she wasn’t asking. Monique smiled slightly.

“I’m just wondering what I am going to do once we’re home. It’s not like I got a lot of things left. No designs, no contacts and my reputation, what little I had to begin with, has most likely been shot.”

She was a bit surprised when Bonnie sat down, straddling her lab. Leaning a bit forward, the brunet framed Monique’s face with her hands.

“Whatever you might lack, remember that you have a lot of support. After last night, I can pretty much say that I speak for everyone when I say that you belong with us.”

She punctuated the claim by kissing her right on the mouth. The kiss was long, soft and lingering and Monique felt her hart beat faster at the sensation.
Bonnie had barely had time to break the kiss and get her breath back, when Monique reached out and pulled her into a new kiss. Bonnie’s moans, not to mention the way her hand slipped inside Monique’s top, showed that she enjoyed it.
As they broke away from each other again, the brunet got of her lab.

“I know you must be tired so I’ll make this short. Just lean back and enjoy the ride.”

Monique was a bit surprised by this but decided to follow the instructions. After all, she was rather tired.
Bonnie kneeled down before her and started undoing the African-American’s pants. Not being able to find a reason not to, she lifted herself a little out of her seat, making it easier for the other girl to remove the jeans she was wearing.
When Monique lowered herself back down, there was nothing but skin against the seats upholstery. She had a pretty good idea about what was going to happen. After all, doing the circumstances, she would have to be either stupid or overly naïve not to guess. No one had ever accused Monique Jackson of being either.
Bonnie soon leaned in and placed a long, gentle lick on her genitalia’s, causing the dark skinned girl to shutter from pure pleasure. The brunet didn’t say anything more or even hesitate. She just continued with those deliciously gentle, yet rough, caresses, that only the tongue could possibly make.
Looking down at the girl who were pleasing her, Monique decided that there was nothing she could really do to please the brunet in return. At least not at the moment. So she resorted to digging her fingers into Bonnie’s hair and lean back with closed eyes.
Slowly her orgasm started building up. Monique had to admit that she wasn’t doing anything to stop it and she would gladly give herself to her new lover, at least for a while. She still found it odd to trust someone who had done so much to harm her best friend’s in the past.
Of cause Monique wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Bonnie was willing to lick her to an orgasm, who was she to complain
Bonnie suddenly gave her a long, hard lick. That was it for Monique. With a long, almost suffering, groan, she reached her climax.
The brunet stood up.

“You look beautiful like that. Let me get you a blanket so you can get some rest. A bet you need it.”

Monique nodded and leaned back to wait for the brunet. As she came back, she draped the blanket out across the African’-American. As Bonnie leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, like a mother tugging in a child, Monique reached out and grabbed her.

“Please stay. I don’t want to be alone tonight. Please?”

Even though it was only late afternoon, Bonnie seemed to take pity on her. But not entirely without cost.

“Lose the shoes, the top and your bra, and I’ll stay.”

She did so slowly. The fatigue of the last twenty four hours finally starting to show. She watched as the brunet removed all of her clothes, before settling down besides her and readjusted the seat, making it easier to fall asleep. Of cause, if Monique had known Bonnie a little better, she may have realized that the brunet wasn’t tired and that never boded well.
True to form, Bonnie had barely settled down on the makeshift bed, before Monique felt fingers starting to play with her sex. Smiling a little tiredly, she reached down and started playing with Bonnie’s vagina as well. Most of all to get back at her for such a cheap shot.
It took Monique almost an hour to fall asleep, something the others was well aware of. Considering the noise the two girls were making. Of cause the other passengers were a bit preoccupied as well.
She noted Su who was currently riding Ron. The Asian was sitting with her back to the blond and was moving herself up and down. Something she did quite well. Especially considering that Kim was currently feasting on Su’s labia’s.

““It’s a strange world I just walked into.””

She knew she was right but as Bonnie began nibbling away on her neck, she got to the conclusion that it might have its perks.

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