Kim Possible Porn Story: Honeymoon Hijinks Chapter 2

Kim Possible Porn Story: Honeymoon Hijinks Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

I.

Ron looked at his image in the full length mirror. Yep, GJ had definitely done him proud. The tailored silver sharkskin jacket fit better than his skin. Black silk shirt, gold cuff links, dark trousers, and Italian loafers lent the appropriate sophisticated touch. He wasn’t too sure about the hair cut, but Francois had insisted that the slight darkening, coupled with the new style would confuse anyone who knew him. All in all, he was the picture of the wealthy young party goer. Monique on the other hand…

What are you practicing for? Pimp designer of the year! Monique bellowed indignantly from the opposite bedroom in the suite. Ron!

Before Ron could decide whether to run or answer, Monique stormed into the room. Arms akimbo she demanded, Look at this! Look at what those idiots want me to wear!

Ron’s eyes popped, but he did as demanded, finally mumbling, Ah…you…ah…look…nice, Mo.

Monique’s jaw dropped before she stomped forward, shoving Ron out from in front of the mirror. She gestured at her image in disgust. You call this nice? I knew you were fashion challenged, but even you..

Ron surveyed his friend judiciously. He knew he wasn’t up on the hottest fashions for women, after all, his BFGF told him so often enough. He started his survey at the top and worked down. Let’s see here, Afro right out of old cop show reruns, leopard skin bustier, boustier? Whatever. Bare midriff showing the nice belly button. Is that a ring? Black mini skirt almost touching the tops of silver lame stockings, six inch leopard skin heels. Ron shook his head numbly. He couldn’t say any one item was what did it, but the overall look almost blinded him. Well, ah, Mo’, your cover is that you’re someone my rich daddy didn’t want me hooking up with.

Hooking up with? Hooking up with! Monique screeched. I look like a walking shoot on sight poster for any father who saw me. And God knows what the mothers would do. She whirled, running to the open door to snatch her dresser back before he could make good his escape. She pulled him close, nose to nose, and growled, Now you listen to me. This is what we’re going to do, and this is what Im going to wear.

Ron tried to break in, Ah, Mo’, this plan was made by Dr. Dir…

Shut up, Ron. Monique snarled over her shoulder. We do this my way or this plan is busted right now. Capiche!

Ron wilted, his hands coming up to shield himself, Ah, right, right, what you said. He backed away.

Monique turned back to her quivering captive. Now, get ready for orders.

II.

Kim tried to wipe the sweat out of her eyes with the tail of her soaked tee shirt. She was exhausted. Undercover work trying to root out a mole in GJ seemed so simple. Instead, she was being used as the distraction while others did the actual digging. Her cover, intentionally weak, was that she was in Tokyo for the martial arts competition. GJ had even provided an expert coach. Kim growled to herself. A coach complete with assistants. She narrowed her eyes as the head assistant coach spoke.

Possible san, your three minute rest period is over. Are you ready to resume?

III.

Dr. Director, the new computers and electronics equipment you provided for the Yamanuchi school is most welcome. The old teacher took a sip of his tea, even if we did have to remove numerous bugs and tracking devices from them. Can you tell me why our services were required?

On the monitor, Dr. Director set her coffee cup down. Yes, partially. We’re using Mr. Stoppable on an undercover mission in Europe. While he is a very competent young man, very few would readily recognize him. Kimberly, on the other hand, is too well known to go unnoticed. However, if she knew Mr. Stoppable might be in danger, there would be no way we could stop her from accompanying him.

I…see. Sensei said carefully. Exactly how much danger is young Stoppable expected to encounter?

I think very little. We’re actually using him and his companion as bait to catch some criminals. My agents should have little problem with them once they expose themselves. Now, if that is all, sir, I have…

Many important projects to oversee. I understand. I thank you for your time and the explanation.

Thank you for your assistance, Sensei. I’ll keep you informed.

Again my thanks. On his last word, the image of Dr. Director smiled, reaching for a switch. The picture disappeared.

Sensei stroked his beard thoughtfully. Something was rotten in Denmark as the saying went.

Hirotaka.

A slim figure appeared, bowing respectfully. Master?

You may assume Miss Possibles instruction. Send Yori to me.

Hai, Sensei.

III.

Ron shook his head mentally. He didn’t really know the difference, but whatever Mo’ had done it sure looked good. Her hair was soft and wavy, curling down, almost covering one eye, giving her a mysterious, forbidden look. The dress fit her in some way he didn’t understand. An off ivory sheath that looked expensive and elegant. He leaned over as the limousine pulled to a stop, Well, Mrs. Carter, ready for your debut?

Monique turned to her husband. Much more ready than I was the first time that idiot tried to dress me. She looked out the window at the approaching bell hops. Ron, I don’t think I can do this. I’m not an actress. Her eyes widened in beginning panic. Ron, I’ve never been in any kind of play. I tried once. I was in my seventh grade pageant. Her hands grabbed his lapels. I had one line. One line! I forgot it! Ron!

Watching the panic burgeon in Monique’s eyes, Ron glanced over his shoulder. The hotel personnel were approaching. This is no time for this, it’s show time. I could slap her, naw, that wouldn’t look right for honeymooners. Or I could…

Ah, messier et mes dame, I apologize sincerely for the interruption, but if you would?

Ron raised his head, turning to look at the hotelier. Of course, sir, no problem. He allowed a little appropriate irritation to cloud his voice. Honey?

Monique’s fists were clenched on his lapels, her eyes closed. Mmmm?

We have to go in now, honey.

Whatever you say, dear. Monique replied dreamily.

The hotelier smiled companionably at Ron.

Ah, honey, I think it’ll work better if you open your eyes first. Ron whispered.

Monique blinked, then her eyes snapped open. Ron… Her begining tirade was interrupted when Ron kissed her again.

Against the soft lips, Ron murmured, Not now, Mo’, later. He pulled back slowly.

Whatever you say dear.

Ron smirked, She looks like I probably do after a long dry spell between nachos. Wonder what’s up with that? Oh, well, better get started.

Ron eased Monique out of the car to the accompanying sly grins of the hotel personnel. Tucking her hand in his arm, he led her to the front desk. Half way there, he felt her nails clench into his arm. Ron heard a ghostly murmur. Dead meat, monkey boy, you are dead meat.

IV.

Hirotaka? What are you doing here.

I am your new primary instructor, Possible-san, shall we begin?

Where did Yori go?

She…ah…had a personal emergency come up. We begin now. Stopping further conversation, Hirotaka leaped forward.

V.

I’m coming my Ron-chan. I will save you from those who would ruin your pure soul.

Yori sat back into her first class seat. Surely Sensei could have found her something faster than the Concorde. After all, her chosen one needed her.

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