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The KP Chapters	By : Jayrich Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 113188 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The Hollywood Chapters 3
“I’m gonna need Witness Protection.”
Those five words play through Ron’s mind as he finds himself caught in a compromising position, with Britina on top hovering over him, her lips just inches from his. Bonnie leans against the doorway wearing a white guest robe that was given to her.
“Uh, this isn’t what it looks like?” Ron says, hoping for the best.
“That’s funny, because it looks like you’re about to get freaky with a Big Name Celebrity.” Bonnie replies, walking into the room and untying her robe. “And it looks like I’m gonna join in.”
She opens up her robe and takes it off, letting it fall to the floor. Ron’s eyes widen in shock as he sees Bonnie is wearing the exact same outfit that Britina has on, right down to the lace panties. “Like it?” Bonnie asks, semi-posing for Ron. “I subscribe to the Britina Line in Victoria’s Secret.” As Ron lies there stunned, Bonnie climbs onto the heart-shaped bed and joins the two. “You don’t mind the company, do you?”
Britina shakes her head no at the question, but Ron has a different response. “OK, I mind! I very much mind right now!”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Britina says. “I mean he really looks like he doesn’t want to do this.”
Bonnie just smirks and points a finger down Ron’s body. Britina follows the finger and notices the raging erection Ron has, one that threatens to nearly rip his Dick out of his boxers. “The Cock never lies.” Bonnie tells her.
“OK, that is out of my control!” Ron counters. “Honestly, it could happen to any man!”
“Would you stop resisting, Ron?” Bonnie tells him, as she moves her left hand into his Boxers and starts stroking his Rod gently. “You’re about to have sex me AND a Hot Celebrity. You’re basically living the dream.”
She lies down over Ron at the waist and grabs his Cock with her right hand. Licking her lips, she proceeds to start licking the head & shaft, before engulfing half of it into her mouth. Before Ron can say anything in protest, he feels his lips being smothered by Britina’s. A conflict is then set off in himself, part of him once this to end, but another part agrees with Bonnie and wants to keep this going even further.
“Aw, man. I shouldn’t be doing this!” He thinks. “But this is a once in a lifetime chance. Ahh, curse my male need to screw a Celebrity!”
And it’s that male need, along with Bonnie’s tongue, that makes him give in. He returns the makeout to Britina, even inserting his tongue into her mouth, which she more than invites. His hands explore her body, paying attention to her breasts first. He lifts up her T-shirt and begins to fondle them, as Britina wraps her arms around him. Meanwhile Bonnie is working Ron’s Cock around in her mouth, using her right hand to grip the shaft and her left hand to caress his balls. She takes most of it out of her mouth, only leaving the head as she rotates her tongue around it, before she swallows it back up. After a minute of fondling, Ron starts to move his hands lower, until he reaches Britina’s heavenly round backside. He pulls them down a little, just below her cheeks, and delves his two fingers into her awaiting snatch.
“OOOHHHHHH!!!” Britina lets out a satisfied moan, breaking the kiss. Ron takes this opportunity to taste her breasts, wrapping his lips around her nipple. She places her right hand under her breast and holds it up for him to lick & suck on more.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Keep licking, Ron.” She moans, enjoying the sensation. Ron’s fingers continue to go to work on her pussy, which is now becoming slick & wet enough for entry. At that moment, Bonnie removes her mouth from his Rod, as Ron grabs Britina and rolls over, putting her on the bed under him. He kicks off his pants and pulls his boxers down to his knees, more than ready to give her his Cock. Bonnie sits to the side, feeling a bit jealous.
“Hmmph! It should be me going first.” She utters under her breath, turning away and pouting.
Grabbing hold of his Rod, Ron guides it through her wet pussy lips and plunges it deep inside of her. Britina gives off a sudden gasp, not completely ready for all Ron has to offer. She recovers quickly though, and narrows her legs so that her thighs rub against Ron’s sides. The feel of her soft, velvety skin intoxicates him, as he begins to stroke himself in & out of her wet snatch. Still, thoughts of Kim linger in his mind, and Bonnie doesn’t help the situation.
“You should be thanking me, Ron.” Bonnie says seductively, bringing herself closer to him. “Kim would never let you have the chance to fuck a Celebrity.”
Before he can even reply to that remark, she kisses him, smothering his lips with hers and running her tongue into his mouth. As he continuously pumps Britina’s pussy, his right hand begins to roam down Bonnie’s body, until it reaches her firm round ass. Then, just as with Britina, Ron pulls her panties down below her cheeks and begins to rub his fingers against her lower lips. The pleasure from it causes Bonnie to break the kiss and moan aloud in passion. Grabbing hold of his shirt, she pulls it off over his head before falling back onto the bed, landing beside Britina.
“Oh God…he’s so good with his hands…and his Cock.” She says between gasps and moans.
“You have no idea.” Bonnie replies with a grin.
Ron, now bare-chested, starts to pick up his pace and drills deep into Britina’s snatch. He moves her left leg so that her ankle rests on his shoulder. With a clearer path, he continues to drill her a little harder, making her gasp & moan loudly with each thrust. She grips her bed sheets and hangs on, taking as much as she can and wanting more.
“God, it’s been so long!” She thinks. “Not even Nicky Nick could make me feel like this.”
She grits her teeth as she feels Ron’s hard pipe reaching deeper then she’s ever felt, even with a dildo. Sweat drips off of her body, and her ponytailed hair is now a frizzled mess. She starts to fondle her own breasts, as she gently bites her lower lip, feeling a level of pleasure she hasn’t ever experienced. Within moments she feels herself nearing her limit at a rapid pace, unable to stop it and unwilling to.
“OH FUCK, I’M GONNA CUM!!!” She screams.
“UGH! ME TOO, BRITINA!!” Ron answers.
He gives her one more stroke then pulls out of her, just in time as he starts shooting his load out, spraying it over her stomach, breasts, and even hitting her face. She couldn’t care less, though. It’s the longest & hardest orgasm she’s ever experienced, and all she wants to do is bathe in the afterglow. But as Ron pulls out, he finds that there’s someone else who wants that same feeling.
“You better have enough left for me, Ron.” Bonnie tells him, grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him down on top of her.
“Just…5 minutes, Bonnie.” He replies, a bit exhausted from his go-around with Britina. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what Bonnie wanted to hear.
“So you think you can fuck Britina and just finger me?” She counters. “No. Way. Start using your tongue.”
Bonnie’s bossy nature rears it’s ugly head, and it almost takes Ron out of the mood. But remembering that Bonnie won’t hesitate to tell Kim about this keeps him going. Moving down her body, he kisses her breasts, then her stomach and lower, until he reaches his destination. He moves between her legs and dives in head first, putting his tongue to work on his snatch. Bonnie lets out a moan of pleasure as she feels Ron’s tongue probing into her.
“Oh yeah, Ron! That’s it!” Bonnie tells him. “Lick it!”
She puts her right hand on his head, running her fingers though his blonde hair and holding him there. Ron continues to “have dinner” between Bonnie’s legs, kissing & licking her inner thighs along with her love lips. Bonnie’s now gripping the bed sheets tightly, as he breathing becomes labored. Ron really gets into eating her out, so much so that he brings his hands up under her rear and elevates her lower body inches off the bed. At this point, Bonnie is approaching her limit like a runaway Freight Train.
“FUCK, RON!!! YOUR GONNA MAKE ME CUM!!!”
A few seconds later she does, hitting her orgasm so hard she gushes into Ron’s face, causing him to drop her back down to the bed. As he wipes his face clean, Bonnie looks up at Ron, still feeling spent from the orgasm, and gives her opinion of his performance.
“Next time use you better use your tongue better, Ron.”
And with those words, Bonnie has broken the last straw. “That does it, woman!” He says, grabbing her hips and rolling her over onto her stomach. Bonnie’s in shock about what’s going on, but she’s too winded now to fight back. Gazing down, it only takes a quick look at Bonnie’s soaked pussy and a few strokes of his Cock to get Ron ready.
“You want Big Ron Bonnie, you got Big Ron!” He says, leaning forward. He guides his Rod to her pussy, then shoves it balls deep inside of her, causing her eyes to widen in shock.
“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Immediately Ron starts giving her the pleasure she wanted in droves, slamming his Cock deep inside of her with each stroke. The impact of skin slapping skin echoes throughout the room, and is enough to snap Britina out of her Orgasm-induced daze. Ron reaches under Bonnie and lifts up her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. He fondles the right one, rubbing & tweaking her nipple as he leaves the other pressed against the bed. Bonnie moves her right hand under herself and begins to rub her clit feverishly, as she bites down on her lower lips trying to stifle loud moans of pleasure. As Britina rolls over and looks on with amazement, Ron holds onto Bonnie’s hand with his own from behind. Their bodies shimmer with sweat that makes them glow even in the low light. In all the times Bonnie has been with Ron, never has he been this deep inside of her. Her usually perfect hair looks like an Atom Bomb struck it, and she can barely keep her eyes open, overwhelmed by Ron’s Rod ramming into her from behind continuously. He keeps his body close, working his hips in a constant motion that brings both of them closer to their limit again. Soon, neither is able to hold back.
“GOD! RON, I’M GONNA CUM!!!” Bonnie cries.
“ME TOO!!!” Ron replies. Giving her one last deep stroke, Ron pulls out and unleashes his second load, spraying it all over Bonnie’s luscious & sweat-covered ass. Bonnie’s body trembles in ecstasy. That orgasm was unquestionably huger than the one Ron gave her with his tongue. Ron, dog-tired, falls almost lifelessly to the bed, landing between Britina & Bonnie. Breathing heavily, he can barely move a muscle, and doesn’t notice Britina cuddling up next to him until she comes into his vision.
“Wow! I can’t believe you made her cum that hard.” She says.
“Yeah.” Ron responds tiredly. “But she’s…gonna kill me…for being…so rough.”
Just then, Ron feels Bonnie’s arm drape across his chest. Exhaustedly she begins to sit up and crawl towards him, wearing a vindictive look. Ron’s too tired to try and escape so he braces himself for whatever beating or tongue-lashing Bonnie wants to inflict. He gets the latter, though not in the fashion he expected. Bonnie wraps her lips around his and French kisses Ron, bringing her leg up and wrapping it around his. After a minute, she finally breaks the kiss and looks at him with fatigued eyes and a bushed, but satisfied grin.
“Thanks…Big Ron.” She says, before resting her head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, thanks Big Ron.” Britina adds, turning Ron’s head towards her and applying her lips to his. The two lovely ladies lie huddled close to Ron Stoppable, who just can’t help but to feel like, so many times before, the luckiest man alive.
“No problem, ladies…my pleasure.”
At That Moment…
On the other side of Beverly Hills, a large celebration has just gotten underway. Dozens of celebrities have flocked to one Mansion, ready to party until sunup. In the middle of it all is the eternal party girl, Camille Leon. She dances with several half-naked Speedo-clad males around her, not having a care in the world…at least until the doorbell rings. Breaking away from the party, she walks over to the already open front door to see Senior Junior standing in the doorway.
“Junior, I am so glad you came!” She says, wearing a joyous grin.
“Yes, I would’ve been earlier but it is so hard dodging the Paparazzi.” Junior replies, before several photographers out of nowhere surround him. He poses for their pictures for a moment, before they scatter away.
“Ugh. Like, tell me about it.” Just then, they flood back and swarm Camille as she poses for their flashes. As they disperse again, Shego comes out from the darkness outside wearing a confused look.
“O…K? What’s with the flash happy photographers?”
“Who is this, Junior?” Camille asks annoyed.
Shego just looks back at her feeling somewhat shocked. “You don’t know? Wait a minute you gotta be kidding me. You don’t know who I am?”
Camille leans forward and takes a closer look at her. After a minute, she finally recognizes the face. “OH! You’re that green lady who hangs out with the blue guy and wears those tacky clothes.”
That sentence is enough to send Shego into a furious rage, as she clenches her fists and ignite them. “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU LITTLE—?!”
“Heh, she is tired from the trip here.” Junior interrupts, putting his mouth over Shego’s.
Camille just rolls her eyes and walks away. “Whatevs.”
Junior breathes a sigh of relief, successfully avoiding any clash between Shego & Camille. But he pays for his actions when Shego delivers a sharp elbow to his gut. “Next time, I’m dragging her around Beverly Hills by her hair!”
“Please, Shego.” Junior tells her, holding his gut. “We need to assist her with this problem, so that my father’s movie company will not be destroyed.”
“Just remember, I’m getting 6 Million out of this, got that?” Shego reminds him.
“Yes, of course.” Junior agrees. “I need to talk to Camille for more information. You can go do the mingle at the party.”
“Ye—I don’t mingle. These snooty Hollywood parties just plain…HELLO!!!!!!” Several objects of affection come into Shego’s view, as she spots the Speedo-clad men who were just dancing with Camille. “MAMA’S READY TO PARTY!!!!”
With a look of lust in her eyes, she storms through the party crowd over towards the men. Junior looks concerned with Shego’s decision at first, but waves it off. Spotting Camille by the bar, he makes his way over there. “OK, I am here. Now what about my father’s studio being attacked?”
“Huh?” Camille replies, losing track of thought for a moment. “OH! Like, some psycho TV Talk show reject called DNAmy is running around with animals, trashing all the Hollywood studios! Luckily, they didn’t hit the one that wants to do my life story. I was thinking of having Heather what’s-her-name play me in the movie, but maybe not, cause of the lips.”
Junior just rolls his eyes as Camille’s self-serving rant reminds him of why they split. “OK, that is very good.” He interrupts. “But has this DNAmy attacked my father’s studio?”
“Uh, no.” She tells him. “She, like, hasn’t been seen in a few days. I think she went underground to her hideout or something.” Suddenly, she switches the subject as she reaches over and playfully runs her fingers down Junior’s chest. “I’m so glad you came, Junior. Maybe we can…pick up where we left off?”
She slowly leans forward and puckers her lips, intending to plant them on Junior’s. But as she gets a mere inch away, she feels someone sharply pulling her hair back, and her along with it. A moment later, Shego appears in front of her.
“Nuh-uh. Sorry Ms. Heir Head, but those lips are my property.” She punctuates that statement by planting a wet one on his lips, almost smothering them as she wraps her arms around him. Camille growls and walks away from the scene, pouting & fuming at the same time. After a minute, Shego finally breaks the kiss, allowing Junior to breath.
“Heh, thanks for the save.” He tells her. “But you didn’t have to make it so believable.”
“Who said it wasn’t?” Shego replies. “Your lips are mine. Now lets find her bedroom so we can conduct some business of our own.”
“But…the Speedo Men…” Junior questions.
“Ye—good looking, but severely lacking where it counts.” She answers, grinning seductively at him. No more needs to be said between them, nor is there. Taking off from the bar, the two make their way from the bash and upstairs, to have a party of their own.
The Next Afternoon…
“RON? RON, WHERE ARE YOU???”
Kim scouts the vast halls of Britina’s mansion looking for her boyfriend. The Global Justice briefing last night ended so late, she went straight to sleep once she got back. But now there’s an alert: an attack is being waged on another Hollywood Studio, one that’s filming a Comic Book Superhero Movie; and Ron is needed.
“RON, WE GOT A SITCH HERE!”
The sound of her voice finally jars Ron from his sleep. The sunlight from the window shines down upon him, causing him to avert his eyes until he can adjust his vision. He’s about to call out to Kim, when he’s instantly hit with what happened last night. All that happened. As his vision clears, he notices he’s still in the same bed as Britina & Bonnie, who’re both starting to wake up themselves.
“WHERE ARE YOU, RON?” Kim calls out, causing Bonnie & Britina to sit up in shock. Instinctively they cover his mouth to prevent him to spilling his location. Bonnie then rolls out of bed, puts on her lace panties and runs over to the bedroom door. She opens it up slightly, so that her body blocks the entire view of the room.
“You mind taking it down a notch, K?” She asks.
“Sorry to ruin your beauty sleep, B.” Kim replies sarcastically, before noticing where Bonnie is. “Uh, why are you in Britina’s room?”
Bonnie’s heart skips a beat, but she quickly shrugs it off so not to alarm Kim. “What? We were just having a Girl-to-Girl sleepover.”
“Dressed like that?” Kim asks, referring to the sexy outfit Bonnie is wearing.
“Can I help it if I like to look hot when I sleep?” Bonnie counters. Inside of the room, Britina is helping Ron gather his discarded clothes as he puts them on. She then opens a side door that allows him to sneak back into his room, which he quickly flees into.
“Nevermind. Look, I need to find Ron.” Kim tells her. “We’ve got a mission and…wait a minute…” She starts to put two & two together, realizing there’s a reason Bonnie’s standing in front of the door like that. Charging forward, she budges past Bonnie and swings the door wide open…only to find Britina in the room.
“Hey, Kim.” Britina says.
“OK…” Kim replies. “…But if Ron’s not in here, than…”
“KP!!!”
Kim turns around to see Ron hopping into view outside of the doorway, fully dressed in his mission clothes, albeit sloppily, and trying to put his other shoe on. “I heard Wade’s report. We gotta get to that lot!”
Kim turns and walks out of the room, feeling somewhat confused. “But…I could’ve sworn…”
“You know, just because you have green eyes Kim, doesn’t mean you always have to go all Jell.” Bonnie remarks, wearing a smug grin before she shuts the door. Kim folds her arms over her chest still feeling that something went on while she was gone. But she ignores that feeling for the mission.
“Come on, Ron. Let’s go.”
30 Minutes Later…
At the Budding Star Pictures lot inside of a large studio, a movie is being filmed about the exploits of TV hero The Fearless Ferret. On the set, the Director, who ironically is the same one who offered to do a movie about Kim & Ron some while ago, is addressing the lead actor, who’s dressed up as the Ferret.
“OK. In this scene, you’re gonna have the final climactic battle against your archenemy, the White Stripe! He’s gonna make a grand entrance, and then you two make with the punching.” The Director then hurries off the set and sits in his chair, ready to film the scene. “LIGHTS…CAMERA…and ACTION!!!!!!”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
The entire sidewall to the studio crashes down to the ground, startling everyone in the building. Dust & Debris fly into the air, causing everyone to cough and gasp for air. For a few moments, no one can even see their hands in front of them. Finally, the dust settles and it is revealed just exactly what was the cause of the collapsing wall…a Giant Man-Skunk.
“WHOA! Did they make some costume changes to White Stripe?” The Ferret Actor asks. He gets his answer when a woman’s voice is heard.
“MEANIES!!!”
DNAmy comes out from behind the Skunk, and frowns at the cast, including the Director. “You couldn’t just let my creations play the monsters in your movie. You…you had to go with…stupid dumb actors! Well…now you’re gonna pay for it!”
She orders her Man-Skunk to turn around, which he does. He then lifts his tail into the air, which causes a mass riot as dozens of cast members, screen-workers and the like scramble for their lives (and their noses), trying to find the nearest exit…or at least a clothespin. Help comes to them though, as the Roth SL Coupe 2.0 crashes through a window and lands between the panicked movie workers and DNAmy. The doors to the Coupe fly open and out step Kim & Ron, ready for action.
“Sorry Amy, but you’re about to end up on the Cutting Room floor.” Kim says.
“Oooh, Kim Possible!” DNAmy fumes. “Always in my business. Well, you’re about to get the business end!” The Man-Skunk points his rear end towards the two heroes, taking aim at them.
“WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! SKUNK BUTT! SCATTER!!!!” The two scramble and take cover behind a nearby prop wall. The Skunk lets off, spraying it’s stink onto the wall, but thankfully missing Kim & Ron. “OK, I didn’t sign up for this!” Ron says. “Maybe evil Monkey Kung-Fu Men and Killer Swamp Monsters, but not Man-Skunk things!”
“We have to find a way to disable that Skunk!” Kim says, right before finding her solution. She grabs a long rope behind Ron that’s attached to a rafter up near the ceiling. “I got an idea, but I need you…”
“…To be the distraction.” Ron finishes. “You know, being the distraction can get very dangerous at times.”
She counters by giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “And that’s why you’re my Dangerous Man.” With that, she runs to the far end of the studio, hoping to get a good running start.
“Man, I always fall for that.” He says, part of him happy that he did. He then turns his attention back to DNAmy and her Skunk enforcer, coming out of hiding.
“HEY, YOU! YEAH, YOU! YOUR MOTHER WAS AN ALLEYCAT!!!!” That gets their attention, and sends Ron off running for dear life. As the Man-Skunk takes aim, he notices a figure high in the air, swinging down towards him. It’s Kim, and he’s too late to react. She swings right into him, nailing both feet into his chest and sending him flying across the studio, crashing into another set and knocking him out of the fight. She hops off of the rope and faces down DNAmy, who doesn’t look like she’s done just yet.
“You always have to hurt my babies!” She scolds. “But I’ve brought more playmates.”
Snapping her fingers, she signals for several large Man-Poodles to invade the studio. They all jump in and surround Kim, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Ron.
“KP, I GOT YOUR BACK!!!!!” He charges forward, ready to defend his girlfriend with all of his strength. But a few steps into his rescue, he notices that he’s now surrounded by more of DNAmy’s creatures…Large Chipmunk Bodyguards. Specifically, the same one’s that attacked him when Kim broke her leg.
“Uh, you guys aren’t here to sing Christmas Songs, are you?” Ron gets his answer when the Chipmunks attack. “OW! OW! AH, HEY! NO! NOT IN THE FACE!!!!”
Kim is having her own trouble, as the Man-Poodles are proving more formidable than the last time she faced them. She attacks one with a jump kick, leaps off of him, and hits a mid-air spin kick on another one. But as soon as she lands, several of them rush her and pin her to the ground. A few more approach her, cracking their knuckles, ready to rough her up at DNAmy’s command. Meanwhile, Ron’s barely able to hold his own against the Mutant Chipmunks, and he notices his girlfriend is down.
“KP, NOO!!!!!”
Desperate, he breaks away from his fight and dashes toward Kim, thinking he can only save her. Fortunately, backup arrives in the form of Global Justice agents. They flood into the studio, most of them on Jetpacks, and easily neutralize the threat. Nearly all of the Mutant creatures are captured and detained in nets. All except for the Man-Skunk, who escapes amid the chaos along with DNAmy. Several GJ Agents help Kim to her feet just as Ron gets there.
“Kim! Are you OK?”
“I’m fine, Ron.” She says, cracking her neck to get the stiffness out. “Those Poodles are a lot tougher than last time.”
Ron breathes a sigh of relief, thankful that Kim’s OK. “Aw, man. I should’ve been there. Stupid Chipmunks surrounded me and…”
“Ron, don’t beat yourself up.” Kim tells him. “I had trouble with DNAmy’s creatures, too. In fact, I might need the battle suit for this.”
“But what if the battle suit doesn’t work? What if…” Kim puts her hand over Ron’s mouth, having heard enough of the negativity.
“Ron, I’ll be fine. I’ll handle those creatures next time.” She removes her hand from his mouth and gives him a warm smile. “Besides, remember the name? I can do anything.”
Ron nods his head in agreement, and Kim turns and walks over to a head GJ Agent to inform him what went down. Deep down though, he’s still worried about Kim’s welfare, and he’s not about to stand around and do nothing about it. Pulling out his special Ronunicator, he dials up a connection to Wade, who appears on the screen within seconds.
“Wade, I need you to set up an appointment for me.”
Much Later that Night…
“This is the place.”
Ron stands outside of a Country Club Banana, located in the heart of Beverly Hills. Throughout the day he had Wade search for a special Clothing Designer; his intention, finding someone that could make a replica of Kim’s special battle suit. Wade already has the technology to imbed into the clothing, though it is experimental. Ron looks at a sheet of paper he’s holding in his hand, and confirms the address. Then taking a deep breath, he proceeds to walk towards the front door…at least until he hears a familiar voice.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BOY???”
Ron’s heart nearly jumps out of his chest, and he has to regain his composure from the shock. But it gives him time to recognize the voice. “Monique?”
Sure enough, Kim’s best friend comes out of the shadows to face Ron. “Why are you out here in the middle of the night?”
“Wait, what are you doing here?” Ron asks.
“I was out for a midnight stroll on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.” She replies sarcastically. “I’m the one asking the questions!”
“Just go home, Monique.” Ron tells her, sounding serious. “This is something I need to do alone.”
“Oh, I ain’t going anywhere.” She counters, folding her arms over her chest. “So you better start spilling about this Sitch.”
Ron lets out a low groan, knowing that Monique means every word, and decides to fess up. “Look, I’m here to meet someone that can make me a special outfit for missions.”
Monique looks at Ron in shock. “You went to some unknown designer for new mission threads and didn’t ask me? I designed Kim’s Clothes!!!”
“Not that kind of outfit!” Ron counters. “I need a battle suit so I can help Kim went she needs it! Today…she could’ve gotten hurt. And all I could do was get knocked around by some Mutant Chipmunks. Well that’s not gonna happen again!”
“Ron, Wait…”
He doesn’t listen. Instead he storms forward and barges through the open doors and into the darkened Country Club Banana, with Monique right behind him. After taking a few steps, the two stop in the middle of the room and look around in the darkness. Wade informed Ron that the contact would meet him here at this time, but neither sees anyone. After a moment passes though, they hear a voice…a surprisingly familiar one.
“Well, look who finally showed up.” Ron & Monique turn towards a dimly lit corner in the room to see the last person they ever expected…Hoodie of the Fashionistas. “And he’s sporting Kim’s accessory.”
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