Kim Possible Porn Story: Burning Aces Chapter 12

Kim Possible Porn Story: Burning Aces Chapter 12

Kim
fumed, pacing across the room above Felix in the safe house.

Kim,
youre making me glad I cant walk. Felix groaned he could
feel the pressure building behind his eyes as he watched his boss
pace. The migraine was inevitable he figured as Kim plummeted into an
overstuffed arm chair.

Sorry,
Kim muttered not even bothering to look at her irritated friend. The
redhead growled and grumbled, crossing her arms over her small chest.
Her mood had improved on the drive back with Shego but that had ended
as soon as she had come in. She had been bombarded by the blond bomb
named Tara with whirlwind questions about Bonnie.

Damn
her! She put the whole job at risk ducking like that. I have to
change the whole plan.

Felix
grinned at Kims barely contained fury.

She
always takes it personally.

Felix thought, as he soothed himself with busy work on random
mechanical bits and pieces.
Bonnie has been a pain in even my ass. Not your fault Kim.

KIGOKIGOKIGOKIGO

Bonnie
took a deep calming breath, relishing the hands rubbing oil on her
smooth bare back. Ive
had enough of Kim talking down to me. Lets see how her ass does
alone. Shell be begging me to come back and save her and her reject
zoo.

Ah
this feels wonderful. You give wonderful massages. Bonnie was
treating herself and letting Kim boil for a while. The redhead needed
her. She was the one pulling the information in. Kims hacks would
be stumbling in the dark without her.

If
Kim didnt recognize her importance then she would fail or worse
get caught. Then she would call and beg for her help to get out of
trouble.

KIGOKIGOKIGO

Tara
switched with perfect grace, her hips moving like a pendulum. Her
bright red lipstick was sexy but not quite tramp-ish. She grinned as
her stiletto heels tapped against the wood floors at the safe house.
She flipped her light brown hair over her shoulder, making it swing
against her lower back. The curls hung loosely framing her face.
Instead of the dull overly energetic blue her eyes were dark and
sultry green. They held none of her Blonde-ness now. She wasnt
Tara anymore she was Charlene the dancer employed by the club.

Can
I interest yall in a private dance, Miss? The deep southern
accent flowed perfectly, every inflection smooth and just the right
amount of syllables dropped. Charlene was perfect. The tight corset
she wore connected to her garter made Taras already slender waist
even slimmer and the body shaper perfectly concealed under her
metallic silver micromini-skirt made her hips look like the double
wide she claimed to live in.

Hell
NO!! Shego snarled as Charlene ran her hands across her
shoulders.

But,
miss, Ima just a girl trying to make an honest livin. Caintcha
help me out?

I
said, and I repeat, HELL NO!!

Kimmie,
get the freak off me.

Tara,
its okay lets try your other costume. We need to see how you
look as the inspector. The sultry expression on Taras face
seemed to just crack and then it was replaced by the wide nave grin
the bubble blond normally held. All of the passion behind her eyes
just faded.

What
the hell is with her? Its like she really was whoever the hell
Charlene is?

Shego,
Kim said turning a dark grin towards the green woman. She was
someone else. Tara was
Charlene. Tara isnt what you could call normal. We need her as
stable as we can get her. She is capable of being up to four people
we only need her to be two. But, Kim paused to whisper to Shego.
Bonnie is going to make it hard for her to be even two people.

So
does she have split personalities or something? I mean my family is
beyond fucked but I dont know how to deal with that.

No,
no Tara does not have split personalities. She can create
personalities at will. Think of it as method acting on a cocktail of
steroids crack cocaine, speed, five cases of red bull and a shot of
coffee. It does make her unstable though. She forgot who she was when
I found her. When I found Tara she was an Italian mobsters runaway
wife.

.Hell?
Shego blinked, uncommonly stunned silent. So she can become
different people?

Yes,
she is perfect for jobs like this when we need an insider. We dont
have to worry about her slipping up. As long as she stays Charlene
then she cant say something Tara would.

Quick
question, Kim, how do you know that she was Tara originally?

Simple,
I dont. Kim grin was wicked as Tara walked back out. This time
she was demure and calm and it seemed like she had become physically
smaller. But despite the calm and meek appearance Taras, now
hazel, eyes blazed authority behind her stylish glasses.

Hello,
Im Macy Perlow. Her voice was soft but just underneath it was
laced with slight condescension. She knew she was better than you and
it was annoying to be polite. She controlled your fate and you had
better recognize that. All of that was conveyed in her tone. She
tapped her foot irritably when the two women didnt automatically
jump to service her. She made a notation on a clipboard in her arms
and frowned.

Is
this the kind of operation you run? People standing around confused,
is that the norm? She placed the pen behind her ear, right next to
the severe ponytail high on her head. A few strands of the black hair
curled around her face. Macy pressed her French manicured
fingers to her temple.

Wait
didnt she have on red nail polish before? Her nails were a hell of
a lot longer too!

Shego thought as the woman glared at her. Then she scanned the room,
he eyes seemed to take the room in and want to shower. Shego could
swear she could hear her ticking off problems in her head. She
adjusted the expensive designer jacket over her silk button down
shirt.

Well,
Ms. Perlow Im sorry but we werent expecting visitors. You are
an inspector correct?

Yes,
and I am most glad that this establishment is not in my
jurisdiction.

As
are we Ms. Perlow but Im sure you will do your job to the utmost
of your ability at The Empire, correct? Kim asked Tara as the
woman sat down on the couch across from her. Kim remained standing
and the woman seemed pleased at the sign of respect.

But
of course. Id be insulted if you were implying otherwise. Are you
implying otherwise maam?

No,
by no means was I implying that. Kim continued, throwing her hands
up in the universal gesture of I surrender, Im no threat.
I was trying to get us on the same page thats all.

Then
consider us on the same page. Ms. Possible. Her prim perfect
pronunciation of every word was making Shego want to smack her but
she refrained trying to channel the respect Kim had found.

Thank
You, Ms. Perlow, may we speak with Tara now?

Of
course Ill be but a few moments.

That
was; yeah Im not sure what the blue icy hell that was. Shego
cocked her head as she watched Tara slam the door to her dressing
room.

That,
Kim said, pointing to the door nonchalantly. Is Tara Abigail
Strong our fake inspector and a new informant Im going to get her
into The Empire and let her wreak her awesome havoc. Shell be the
perfect distraction while the rest of us set things up.

Im
not going to ask. Im just going to go with the flow. I think if I
asked Id run away screaming. Kim shrugged as Tara blasted out
of the closed door.

Kim!
How were they? Did they fit what you need? How are the costumes? The
makeup, where they too much? Was my hair okay, do I need to change
it? I do, dont I? Shego felt her nerves shatter at the
mile-a-minute chatter in Taras high GENKI-GIRL voice.

Tara,
take a breath and switch to around five MPR, okay? I cant
understand you running at mach three. Tara nodded, taking two long
deep breaths.

How
where the costumes and make up. Was the hair too much?

Nope,
Tara, Charlene and Ms. Perlow are perfect for the job. Ill get Mon
and set up for your debut as Charlene. Ms. Perlow comes in later but
be ready, okay?

Alright
Kim, I have all my stuff ready I just need my cue.

Good.
Shego, Ill take you to the shop to check on Eds progress.

Fine
by me, Kimmie but you tell the greaser if he hits on me again I hit
him. Shego crossed her arms and stalked away. And make sure you
tell him I hit like a fully loaded truck.

Kim
laughed as she watched Shego drop into a chair. That woman was cool.
That woman was really cool and Kim had to admit it Mean Green
as Ed called her was growing on her.

Kim
ran down the stairs and seemed to zoom past Felixs work station.

MoNique!
Have you made a dent in the uniforms?

Girl,
Im insulted. I made more than a dent. I made a big-ass hole that
needs a patch. All I have to do is a little tweaking to match and
these are done. Tomorrow if Im slowed down.

Tomorrow
it is then, Mo, I need you to help me make some standard prep.

Alright,
jus what do you need my talented busy self to do? MoNique threw
her hips and struck a pose. Her dark chocolate skin shimmered as she
grinned at her best friend.

I
need you to chat up the desk-dork again and see if you can get a list
of possible inspectors. I got Wade working on a slipping Ms. Perlows
headshot in.

And
do you mind explainin to my exactly why Im gonna do this?

Would
a Club Banana gift card help?

HYIW(hell
yes it would)! And ya know this is going right to my sad shoe
fund.

Mo,
I have seen your shoes they are most definitely not sad.

They
all last season. Each one has a new material and color now. Kim
shook her head disappointed at her friends shoe addiction, but she
nodded.

You
ready to roll?

Yeah,
Girl.

Kim
grabbed MoNiques arm and dragged her from her room. It took them
mere seconds to get into a car and on the road. Kim also had to admit
that Shego had a better car.

Alright,
Mon, you know just what to do. We rendezvous in twenty after I get a
little info and check in on Wade.

Aight
Kim, Ill be ready.

MoNique
saw the change in Kim. It was subtle and yet obvious at the same time
despite how big of an oxymoron that is. Kims eyes sharpened
scanning, though expertly casually, each and every security aspect
she could see. Her footsteps were silent and freakishly graceful as
she swayed across the floor under the bright lights. Her body was
calm but MoNique could see the t focused tension just underneath her
friends skin. She was pumped and in full Mission Mode.

MoNique
grinned at Kims well-veiled intensity and made her way to the
front desk.

Hey,
MoNique purred at the desk boy. Ya remember me?

Yeah,
Id never forget someone as fine as you? Here to play the tables
again?

Yeah,
but I had more fun over hear with you? So whats going on in here
lately? MoNique hopped up to sit on the tall reception desk,
crossing her long mocha legs. The desk boy stared at the miles of
legs and MoNique grinned.

Well,
nothing much. Waiting for my next paycheck, listening to the hotel
buzz about inspections, and people watching while we take good people
hard earned money.

Inspection?
What buzz?

Well,
were expecting to have the inspection for our awards. We are a
high rated establishment ya kno?

Do
yall know whos gonna be the inspector? MoNique asked
winking at him flirtatiously. I know you have ta have some
kinda idea.

Yeah,
we have a list of possible scouts.

OHHHH
let me see. MoNique leaned over to grin at the desk boy as she
looked under his desk. The action placed him at eye level with her
ample, perfectly lingerie enhanced, cleavage. Come on, What harm
will it do to let me see? I aint no Inspector.

The
desk boy shrugged and handed MoNique the slim binder.

These
are the ones we know. I dont who itll be but

MoNique
grinned as she flipped through the book.

KIGOKIGOKIGOKIGO

Kim
watched carefully as MoNique masterfully manipulated the
receptionist. She knew she was skilled but DAMN she was good. The
receptionist was nearly drooling as he handed over the binder. Kim
nodded. MoNiques specialty might not be theft but she was sure
that she would tell her where to get it from. Kim waited, gathering
her patience. She needed the signal then it would be Shego and Taras
turn at The Executive.

KIGOKIGOKIGOKIGOKIGO

Shego
kept glancing at Charlene sitting next to her in the passenger
seat of her beloved vehicle. The woman looked like lust. Red and
metallic lust. Her skirt was obscenely short and Shego could see her
lacy g-string. How could this girl be Tara? She looked calm and
focused. She grinned at Shego, a sultry I know youre having
imaginary sex with me grin. Charlene crossed her legs and leaned
over closer to Shego.

Ya
wanna pull over? I can make it worth bein a lil late.

No,
and Hell NO! Save it till we get to the place. Youll get plenty of
attention there.

Shego
gratefully pulled into the parking deck of The Executive. Shego
hastily dressed in her uniform leaving Charlene to drool at her
as she grabbed her lucky deck.

Where
are we goin, Miss? The bed s back in the room. Tara, long
silky brown Charlene hair swishing.

V.I.P.
Room. We have guest. I want you to meet them.

Oh,
so its work? I was so hopin ya was stealing me away for some
romantic sheet swayin.

Shego
rolled her eyes.

Once
more, Charlene, HELL and NO!! Shego pulled the increasingly
irritating current brunnete behind her to the V.I.P. room. And when
she opened the door she was glad to see Seor Seior Sr. seated on
the couch with his friends.

Welcome,
ladies, it would appear, Ms. Shego, you have brought a friend with
you.

Yes,
Seor Senior, this is Charlene a freelance dancer. Compliments of
The Executive for such distinguished guest. Her prices must be
negotiated between yourselves. The table is open gentlemen.

And
while shes working you so are your mouths.

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