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KP Slash Haven Presents
Possible Pimping, 1-10
Forward: The world struggles to rebuild in the wake of the Lorwardian Invasion. Environmental and economic adversity around the globe is felt, especially in small American towns such as Middleton. If you've seen Jericho, you have an idea of the state of things. In this New World, Kim steps up in an unexpected ffashion.
1) NoDrog
~It's funny how an alien invasion can change the world~ mused Kim as she walked the streets of Middleton. It had been less than a year after her high school graduation and the Lorwardian attack, but from the number of changes in her life it could have been decades. The damage the attack had caused was far out of proportion of the two aliens that had been behind the attack. First, to insure surprise, the Lorwardian battleship had somehow 'warped' into position in orbit around, causing a gravitational 'pulse' when the ship arrived. The 'pulse' had caused worldwide earthquakes and massive volcanic eruptions.
Once in orbit, the Lorwardian battleship had taken out most of the planet's orbiting satellites, disrupting worldwide communications. The ship had then launched an army of autonomous alien ambulatory attack-platforms, given the name 'battle walkers' by the media, from orbit. The battle walkers had chosen to land on large, open concrete areas close to urban centers of population… which almost always meant the walkers began their destruction at the public airports.
The volcanic ash and soot interfered with radio and television communication and blocked much of the sunlight reaching the Earth. Any plane which did leave from one of the small remaining airports soon found that their windshields became coated with soot particles, their engines clogged, and their controls gunked up. The battle walkers had primarily targeted infrastructure, destroying power lines and interstates, only moving in to attach cities once that city's links to the outside world had been destroyed. On one hand, it was a blessing because the battle walkers would have racked up huge numbers of casualties if they had went after cities immediately; because they had taken the time to destroy roads first, the walkers had been stopped before going on a killing rampage. However, even eleven months after the attack, it was hard to move people and supplies between areas. Kim had to set aside her dreams for traveling to college; After graduation, there had been a few days of celebrating being alive, but now Kim was focused on helping the people of Middleton.
Her father, along with other scientists including Dr. Drakken, had been recruited by the government to design and build a defense system to prevent another Lorwardian attack. Her dad had been required to move to Nevada, leaving his wife, daughter, and two sons in Colorado. Martial law had been in effect since the invasion, and many people were hungry. It was all the government could do to keep people from starving in the thousands and millions, and food prices were at levels most would have considered outrageous before the invasion. Police forces, having most of their members dragooned into medical and fire-fighting services, had been forced to turn a blind eye to many of the darker, seedier elements of society. Graft, illegal drugs, gambling, and prostitution were rampant as many people sought an escape, however temporary, from the despair and drudgery of life in the post-invasion world.
Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable had been at the local Smarty Mart, watching the latest food delivery come in. Food shortages had caused both teenagers to lose vestiges of baby fat. Ron's hair hung long, almost shoulder length. Kim's own red hair was pulled back into a pony tail. The constant twilight caused by the ash and dust in the Earth's upper atmosphere had left both almost as pale as Kim's long time rival, Shego. The store manager, worried about rioting, had requested Kin and Ron be at hand.
The days of Kim refusing payment for her services were gone; Kim and Ron had received payment in food, and both teenagers were carrying home loaded grocery bags of canned food and a small, precious hoard of fresh produce. Kim was glad Ron was with her; while Kim was more then able to handle herself in a fight, the presence of Ron made it less likely that she would have to. The streets of Middleton were no longer safe; two rival criminal organizations (the Upperton Uberlords and the Lowerton Lovelords) had been set up in the Tri-ton area, both specializing in prostitution, but dabbling in other crimes too. At first, both organizations had treated Middleton as a neutral buffer area, but now both would engage in kidnapping and low-level gang wars in the area. Kim found herself wondering if it would be a good thing for a criminal organization to form in Middleton, just to protect people in Middleton from the other two gangs.
Kim's musings were interrupted as Kim and Ron turned a corner and saw a large, black van painted with the chain-wrapped heart of the Lowerton Lovelords. Two young men, barely older then Kim, were busy trying to drag a struggling eleven year old girl into the van. The girl tried to scream out and Kim recognized Caitlin, a young girl who considered herself Kim's number one fan.
Kim didn't hesitate… she shoved the bags she was carrying into Ron's arms and then moved to stand between the two men and the van. "What's going on here?" she demanded.
"We got a customer who wants something a little younger," said one of the two men. He stepped toward Kim, leaving his associate to hold onto the squirming Caitlin. "Now, unless you want us to give him a two-for-one special, you'll get out of our way."
"I'm not letting you take her," said Kim.
The man sneered, pulling out a switchblade knife. "Who's going to stop me?" he demanded.
"Me. Kim Possible," said Kim.
Once, it had been a name to inspire dread in the most maniacal of super villains. Now, it didn't even cause a knife-wielding punk to hesitate before he rushed at Kim.
Kim lashed out with a high kick, sending the knife flying, then kicked lower; sending the man backwards and clutching his chest, trying to breathe.
The other man released Caitlin, letting the girl run off sobbing as he pulled out a length of heavy chain. He begin swinging the end of the chain, watching Kim closely. "You really think you can stand up to our gang, little girl?" he asked.
"I've got a gang of my own," said Kim, thinking of Wade and Ron. Three people could be a gang, right?
The man frowned, deep thinking apparently not his strong suit. "The Uberlords don't let girls into their gang," he said.
"Don't worry, I'll deal with the Uberlords also," said Kim. She faked to the left and, when the man moved to meet her in that direction, dodged right. Before the man could recover, Kim delivered a high kick to the side of the man's head, sending him unconscious.
Kim grabbed up the man's chain and went over to where the first punk was still trying to recover his breath. Kim's first thought was to turn them into the police, but she knew the police could do nothing to hold the punks. Instead, she took the punk's knife and thrust it into a crack in the concrete. She pressed against the handle until the knife blade broke. "You go back to your boss and tell him Middleton has its own crime boss now," she said, as menacingly as she could. "Now get your friend and go before I just kill you both."
Kim turned, opening the door of the van, and froze. She could see five women in the back, all apparently in their early twenties or late teens. From the way they were dressed, it was clear the girls were prostitutes instead of gang members. "Out!" Kim ordered them, sliding the side door of the van open. The women, looking frightened, hastily obeyed.
"Hey, those are *OUR* bitches!" snarled the now knife-less punk.
"They're my bitches now," said Kim. "Now get."
The man grabbed his friend and managed to get into the van as Kim watched them, glaring.
"We'll be back!" the punk shouted once he was in the driver's seat.
"I'll be waiting!" yelled Kim, as the van pealed out.
"What now?" one of the women asked.
Kim turned, and was shocked to see all five of the women were staring at him.
"Can't you all just go home? They're gone," said Kim.
The woman who had spoken stepped forward. She had obviously bleached blond hair, and was dressed in a purple top, black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and black high heels. "No, ma'am, we can't," she said. "We're all from Lowerton… if we went back, they'd just find us and grab us again. Anyway, we don't have any transportation, and I'm certainly not walking back to Lowerton… especially not in these heels."
Kim took a deep breath, seeking inspiration and not finding it. Any charities or shelters she could take them to had closed months ago, overwhelmed. "Do any of you have any money for a hotel?"
The woman shook her head. "Those two…," she said, pointing in the direction the drivers of the van had fled, "…wouldn't let us keep any of the cash we earned. So, thanks to you, we can't go home, we don't have our protectors, and we don't have any money. So, I repeat… Now what?"
2) Love Robin
Kim stared back at the woman, and her companions, in muted surprise. Just a year ago she could act for the greater good and then walk away, leaving others in authority to take over and mop up. Now she saw five very fearful yet expectant faces looking to her as the authority. She hardly knew what to say.
Ron however, still fancying himself a Ladies Man, did not have that problem. "Ladies! No worries here… You're now under the protection of The Kim Possible!" He smiled, but the five shrunk back from him, having experience with just the sort of greasy smile Ron was unaware his was.
"Ron! You're scaring them!" Kim admonished. "And since when does my name have a 'the'?"
The spokeswoman, older and by the looks of her the most experienced of the group, demanded of the redhead, "This true? You'll protect us?"
"Well, uhm, yeah," Kim hedged. "Of course. I could never stand by idly and let anyone get hurt."
"Where would we sleep?"
Kim looked at Ron, who shrugged. Since her house had been destroyed, her family only had a double wide mobile home the army set up for them at her father's demand prior to leaving. It was tight, especially with the Rampaging Tweebs, but…, "You'll come home with me."
"And what do you demand of us?" she asked warily.
"Huh? Nothing! Well, except, you know… with everything being so hard and all, just pull your own weight. You know. Clean up after yourselves. Maybe help with some chores… ."
The 'Escort' looked her up and down hard, sizing the youth up with a critical eye. Whatever she saw satisfied her for she nodded and turned to the others. "Relax Ladies, we have a New Pimp."
3) NoDrog
"Huh… wha…," spluttered Kim. "I am not a pimp!"
"Yeah, you're a girl," said Ron. "You're a pimpette. Pimpina?"
While Ron tried out various female permutations, Kim led the women to where her family's mobile home was. There were enough government provided homes to fill the lot, but fortunately (After witnessing some of the tweebs' rocket experiments) the lot's management had given Kim's family one of the preferred corner spaces.
A few minutes later, Ron was busy in the kitchen fixing dinner while the five women watched and assisted. Kim was talking to her mother, explaining the situation.
"…and I thought they could stay with us, just for a day or two, till they find something else," said Kim.
"Kim, I understand that by 'rescuing' these women, you feel you've become responsible for them," said Mrs. Dr. Possible. "I'm not sure the situation will be resolved as easily as you think. Let's face it; these women may not have any marketable skills… besides the obvious one, that is… and even if they do, there just aren't that many places hiring these days."
"I'll talk to Wade tonight," said Kim. "Have him put out some feelers, see what he can find."
"Ok," said Anne Possible. "I sent the boys to spend the night with the Rogers family. Two can sleep in the boys' room, one can sleep in the living room, one in your room, and one in mine. It'll be nice to have someone else to snuggle up to in bed."
"Mom!" said Kim a little shocked.
"I'm teasing," said Anne, with a smile. "Relax, nothing inappropriate will happen," ~Not without me paying her, at least.~ thought Anne.
* * *
Over dinner, Kim and Anne learned about their temporary houseguests.
Sarah Planen Talle was the outspoken woman from earlier. At 24, she was oldest of the group. She told them that that she had been a waitress, but when the invasion had occurred, she'd found herself out of a job and shortly out of a home.
The other four women… Amy Dew Wong, a woman of mixed Asian parentage, Janet Inne, a natural blonde, Stephanie Brewer, a brunette haired woman who didn't dye her hair like Sarah did, and Katy Lickre, a woman with long black hair… all had similar backgrounds, none with skills which were in any sort of demand not with the economic problems caused by the invasion.
"I'm sorry, Kim," said Wade, speaking on the Kimmunicator. "I'll see what I can do, but the odds of finding any job openings for them is practically nil."
"Hey, um, Wade," said Sarah, leaning forward to speak into the Kimmunicator. "Can you find us some place to rent, with several bedrooms?"
"That I can do… let me start a search for appropriate real estate," said Wade.
"Isn't it a little early to look for a place to stay?" asked Kim. "I mean, you don't even have jobs yet."
"We *have* jobs, Kim," said Sarah, looking at Kim. "We're whores. We just need a place to take the johns."
"And janes," pointed out Katy.
"WHAT?" said Kim. "No, look, I can't ask you to do that… ."
"You're not asking," said Sarah. "Kim, let's face it. Right now, the only way women like us…," Sarah paused to indicate herself, Katy, Amy, Janet, and Stephanie, "…can make a buck is on our backs. That hasn't changed. What has changed is we now have a protector who'll let us keep some of our money."
"I can't take any money from you!" said Kim.
"Kim…," said Anne, stepping in. "If you are going to be these girls' protector, it's going to take up a lot of your time. Think of it as a job; they're paying you to act as security."
Kim slumped. "But if I'm going to be their pimp, what are they going to be?" she asked.
"Why, that's simple." said Anne. "They're going to be your bitches." Kim looked at her mom, hoping to see some sign that her mom had been joking. But she had delivered that last line in all seriousness. "Kim, if you're going to do the job, you'll need to learn to speak the vocabulary."
* * *
After another hour of conservation, Kim was forced to give in. Even if Kim could somehow support five women while they sought other work, the women would refuse to live on charity. Sooner or later, they were going to be out on the street, selling the only asset they had; their bodies. They would be much happier and better off with Kim protecting them.
"Ok, Kimmie, time for bed," said Anne. "Ron, good night."
"Are you sure I can't take one home with me?" asked Ron, then hurriedly put his hands up as Kim glared at him. "Joking! I was joking!" he said, then left.
Kim sighed. "Ok… who's sleeping where?"
"How about Stephanie gets the living room, Janette sleeps with your mom, and I'll sleep with you?" suggested Sarah. "That means Amy and Katy can share your brothers' room."
Kim considered suggesting Janette sleep with her, since Janette was about the same age as Kim (and the youngest of the five women) but then decided not to bother. "Ok," Kim said.
"Works for me," Anne said with a shrug.
* * *
"This is my room," said Kim, leading Sarah into her room in the trailer. "I'll go get some blankets and a pillow for you."
"Wait, Kim," said Sarah. "I want to thank you for saving us from the Lovelords, and agreeing to serve as our protector."
"No big," said Kim.
"No…," said Sarah, her voice husky. "I meant *really* thank you…," Sarah stepped close to Kim, wrapping her left arm around Kim's waist and her right hand to gently cradle the back of Kim's head. Before Kim could think to resist, Sarah pressed her body against Kim's slightly smaller body and kissed Kim firmly on Kim's lips.
Kim found herself momentarily frozen in surprise. Her heart beat faster as she felt Sarah's breasts nestling against Kim's. She felt Sarah's tongue running gently over Kim's lips, trying to tease Kim into spreading her lips apart so that Sarah could deepen the kiss. Kim could feel Sarah's left hand slipping down from Kim's waist to gently clutch Kim's bottom.
Kim suddenly lifted her hands to Sarah's shoulders and pushed her away. "No!" said Kim, then saw a flash of disappointment on Sarah's face.
"I'm sorry…," Kim told Sarah, "But I'm not gay."
"Neither am I…," said Sarah. "I'm Bi."
"Well, I'm not bi either. I'm straight!" insisted Kim.
Sarah glanced around, noticing a small photo of a pale skinned, black haired woman taped by the head of Kim's bed. "Oh, right," said Sarah.
"Besides, if we're going to be working together…," said Kim.
Sarah laughed, startling Kim to silence. "Kim, free sex is one of the perks of being a pimp! Call it quality control, if you like."
"I'm sorry, I can't," said Kim, firmly.
Sarah shrugged. "I'll admit I'm a little disappointed… and I never thought I'd say that, about being disappointed by not having to have sex with a new pimp. Still, I understand. You're the boss."
"Right," said Kim. A thought struck her, suddenly. "You don't think Janet will try to offer herself to my mom?"
"Don't worry about it," said Sarah. One thing a couple months on the streets had taught Sarah, was how to read other people's body languages. She had seen how Anne had glanced occasionally at Janet. "I don't think there will be any trouble involving Janet offering herself to your mother." Months on the street had also taught Sarah how to phrase things very carefully.
4) Love Robin
"Not that you have anything to compare it to," Anne was saying as she led the way into her meager bedroom, "but this is much smaller than we had at the house. Before it was destroyed." She set down the pile of towels and a set of Kim's older sleepwear. "Make yourself comfortable."
Janette Innes was looking around with appreciative eyes. "I grew up in a regular sized trailer. Not a 'mobile home', trailer. Wheels, hitch, and everything. With five sisters and seven brothers. This is the Taj Mahal next to that."
Anne bit down a frown. She sat on the edge of the bed. She knew most of Lowerton was home to what most considered 'less privileged', and had seen the many trailer and mobile home parks in driving through, but she hardly ever gave thought to what it was like to live there. Perhaps an unconscious distancing? Or maybe simply guilt over living in a better area of suburbia. There was little to say other than, "I'm sorry."
The small blonde pirouetted in place in the center of the crowded free space of the room. "Oh don't be! We were close together, but we were also 'close together' – if you know what I mean."
"Well, here are some things to sleep in… ."
"Oh, I sleep in the raw," Janette said dismissively. "I can't get any rest while wearing anything restrictive."
Anne's eyebrows lifted, a faint smile on her lips. "Well, this may prove interesting… ."
The young blonde smiled back, a knowingly mischievous gleam in her eyes, "Oh, If I'm reading this right, I certainly hope so!"
Rein it in Anne, this isn't college, and this girl is young enough to be Kim. If only she had red hair…, "I'm not too sure what you're hinting at is a good idea. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"Oh relax!" Janette said softly, reaching for the sitting woman's hand she raised her to her feet. "My mom always said to show appreciation for the kindness others do for you." She slowly undressed her, pulling off her doctor's smock first, then worked to slide the long skirt down over her hips.
"I don't think Kimmie would approve of this…," Anne hedged, but did not really resist. It had been a long time since she was subjected to such a smooth seduction. James was certainly dedicated to her, and very enthusiastic, but he was often clueless and all thumbs. Most of the time Anne had to make the smooth moves. However this teenager was nothing but professional moves.
"I'm sure the new boss won't begrudge her mom… testing the wares…," the blonde purred as she moved in close, wrapping arms around Anne in a hug that allowed her access to unhooking her bra. She stepped back freeing the redheaded woman's beautiful round breasts before working at the lower cottons. "And even if she does, you're her mother, just tell her how it's to be. After all just as I'll have to tow the line under her roof, she's under yours."
Anne shivered slightly as soon as the air hit her naked body. She is smooth! Still, as the adult here I can't be encouraging this, the older woman thought, So she'll just have to do all the work… .
Janette moved toward her, again sliding arms around her waist. She tippy-toed to kiss her. The kiss was tentative at first, testing, but grew rapidly as no resistance was offered from the woman. The girl stepped back and shimmied out of her clothes like she did it all the time. Well, duh! When Janette was as naked as Anne, the two stood in front of each other, only inches away. With a predatory smile Kim's new working girl pushed lightly with a hand between Anne's breasts, guiding her back until the edge of the bed hit the back of knees, causing the redhead to sit.
"I can see where the boss gets her good looks from," the blonde whispered appreciatively. Placing one knee on the bed next to Anne's hip, she closed the gap, causing the older one to lean back onto the bed. Their nude bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing against breasts, crotch against crotch. Anne felt her nipples stiffen as Janette's warm breath blew across them, eliciting an ever soft moan. The two kissed again. This time Janette slid her tongue into the woman's mouth. It momentarily startled Anne, but ever one to appreciate a good seduction, she returned the hot tongue work. Both could feel their pussy's steaming and bubbling with juices.
Hands slid and stroked over each other's bodies, touching, kneading, squeezing. Janette was the aggressor, causing the woman's hot boiling juices to take total control of her. She seized the taller woman's head between her two hands, pressing it firmly with her own face. Tongues danced along, dipping in and out and in again, dueling, intertwining. However Anne's was the hotter, the faster. Anne groaned as Janette's tongue slid down along her throat, then down over her chest and swirled around her right nipple. Anne gurgled in pleasure as the two looked at each other for a moment, then Janette bent to lick her tongue along Anne's other breast.
Anne whimpered, arching her back as her daughter's girl – her daughter's bitch – suckled on her breasts. One hand stroked her belly and back while the other, moved to her groin. Fingers pushed, and prodded, dipped and stroked and squeezed her expertly. The woman looked up at the low ceiling, her head back on the bed, and spread her legs apart as the fingers slithered over her pussy.
Then Janette knelt at the edge of the bed between her legs and pushed her head into Anne's groin. Her tongue buzzed over her, darting between the folds of her tight, oily slit, pulling soft hisses and moans from her. Fingers expertly rubbed over clit, pushing, and squeezing, before sliding in up to the knuckles. Then a second, then a third.
Anne worried that the girl was going to fist her.
Anne worried that the girl was not going to fist her.
Janette then stopped. Climbing up she leaned forward along the woman's side, suckling on each breast as her hands worked on both. Every few seconds she raised her head to see how Anne was taking it, then returned to sucking on her aroused nipples.
Anne's hand jerked and fluttered, then landed between Janette's legs, sliding along the girl's inner thigh to her crotch and began fingering her. Janette opened her legs as she felt the finger slide inside her pussy hole, continuing to slurp and suckle without let up. When she felt Anne's chest began to heave with a mounting orgasm, she pulled away and threw one leg across her woman's belly to straddle her.
Well past the point of words, the two of them locked eyes and joined hands, then Janette began rubbing her spread crotch up and down the taut belly. She slid her sopping crotch higher, maneuvering it across Anne's spit soaked right breast, rubbing the center of her slit over the erect nipple back and forth. Anne began to shudder and groan as the girl slid higher. Then the 'ho twisted her body about, to bring her face to Anne's pussy and leaving hers above the woman's face. When Anne saw the moist, blonde pussy over her, she didn't hesitate. She reached up hands, latching around Janette's upper thighs and pulling the girl's cunt down over her mouth.
Janette groaned, pushing her pussy down harder, reveling in the feeling of the hot, experienced MILF's dancing tongue sliding in and out of her. She arched her back, rubbing her source in the woman's face as she felt the tongue dance across her clit. She could feel the woman twitch and shudder beneath her as she rode her mouth to higher and higher levels of pleasure. "Ohhhh… ohhhhh… suck me!" she cried softly. Then playing on a hunch from a vibe she thought she detected from the woman, "Suck me mommie! Suck meeeeeeee!"
As the woman's intensity suddenly increased with fervor, Janette rocked herself back and forth across Anne's face, rubbing her slit across the tantalizing MILF's face. Then she resumed her own assault on the red-framed pussy under her. For several minutes their combined muffled moans filled the small space.
When the woman came her body stiffened and bucked on the bed, leaving the girl to ride it out until she too came furiously, pouring cum into her new pimp's mother's mouth.
As the waves of pleasure subsided for them both, while Anne caught her breath, Janette turned about to face her and smiled, "I think I'm going to like working here… ."
5) NoDrog
The next day, Kim, Ron, and Sarah followed the directions Wade provided and drove to where three wood buildings, each two stories tall, were gathered together on a lot. A fourth building, this one a bit smaller, sat behind the three. The place was only a few blocks from what Sarah said was the red light district of Middleton, but the lot the buildings were on was large enough and wooded, giving a feeling of isolation and privacy. Kim stared at the sign in front of the main building. "You have got to be joking."
"Hey, I like it," said Sarah. "The Saint Kimberly's Home for Wayward Girls. We won't even have to change the name."
"Kim, this was the best location close enough to run a… house of ill repute," said Wade, over the Kimmunicator. "The bank took back the property when the religious group that owned this place couldn't keep up the mortgage payments. The bank won't rent, but they're willing to charge low enough payments that the women should be able to make the payments… if you're willing to make the initial one."
"I am," said Kim. "It's the least I could do, after interfering." She knew she had enough saved up in her college fund, and it looked like it might be a while before she could attend a college.
"We'll pay you back," promised Sarah.
Another car drove up, and a real estate agent working for the bank stepped out. He looked at what Sarah was wearing and flushed. Not having any clothes but what she'd been wearing yesterday, Sarah was now wearing an outfit she'd borrowed from Kim's mom. However, Sarah was built more generously then Anne was, so an outfit that was demure on the brain surgeon now strained to cover Sarah's curves. A quick walk through showed that all the buildings were in good shape. The two side buildings each had twelve bedrooms, six bathrooms, a communal kitchen, and a communal entertainment room. The main building had six bedrooms and four bathrooms upstairs, with the lower floor dedicated to areas intended as class rooms and therapy rooms. The rear building was set up as a large gymnasium, complete with pool and locker rooms.
"This place is perfect!" said Sarah.
"It's a lot more space then we really need…," said Kim.
"Trust me, that won't be a problem," said Sarah.
Wondering what they would do with a total of thirty bedrooms, Kim accepted the keys from the real estate agent. While Sarah and Ron stayed at the building to begin preparing it, Kim followed the real estate agent back to his office to sign the necessary paperwork.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you going to be using the space for?" the agent asked, after Kim had finished signing the last form.
"…on-the-job training," said Kim, finally.
"Ok," the agent said. "Good luck with that. As you saw, the electricity and plumbing are still hooked up and it came furnished. You can move in today, if you want."
"Thanks," said Kim, shaking his hand and then leaving to ferry Amy, Janette, Stephanie, and Katy to their new home.
Kim found herself staying busy. After delivering the other four women to the house, she'd had to go to the utilities office to verify she would pay for water and electricity used. When she got back, Amy went with her to get cleaning supplies and ingredients for lunch. Back at the Home, Kim handed the groceries to Ron and started following Amy upstairs.
"Here, let me help." said Kim.
"Oh, no!" said Sarah, stepping in front of Kim. "Look, Kim, you're the boss. The boss doesn't get her hands dirty. We'll clean, you supervise."
"You're kidding, right?" said Kim.
"Trust me, Kim," said Sarah. "When I was a waitress, we had a manager who was a real 'one of the troops' person. Guy insisted on helping with everything. Worst manager we ever had."
"What? Why?" asked Kim, startled.
"He was so busy trying to help us do our jobs he wasn't able to do his job." said Sarah. "Your job isn't to make sure the place is clean and the johns are happy, that's our job. Your job is to protect us and make sure we're doing our job right. So go do pimp stuff. Figure out if this place is secure, figure out what needs to be cleaned and done, but DON'T do it yourself."
Kim shrugged and let the five women get busy. She took Sarah's advice and surveyed the building. It had a large main foyer entrance, and two smaller entrance at the sides, facing the side buildings. She realized that she would have to go with the girls when they were on the streets, but someone would have to be here in case a customer… a 'john'… got rough. She figured she could ask Ron to stay the night here, and then figure out something else tomorrow.
After a delicious lunch, prepared by Ron, the five women and Kim went shopping, all the girls promising their new boss they would pay her back.
The fact they selected provocative clothing did not surprise Kim. What did surprise her was when Sarah came out of one of the dressing room, dressed in a white blouse and a pleated, red-and-green plaid skirt. "How does this look?" she asked, giving a little twirl.
"Fine, I guess…," said Kim. "Um, why the outfit?"
"Some guys love the Catholic school girl look," said Sarah. "Plus, given what our place used to be… ."
"That's a great idea!" said Amy. Kim watched as the other four women found shirts and skirts that matched the ones Sarah was wearing.
After picking out a couple of outfits, Sarah turned to Kim. "Ok, now for you."
"Whoah, I am *NOT* dressing up as a school girl!" said Kim.
"Of course not," said Sarah, ignoring the disappointed look on Amy's face.
"Ooh, could she dress up as a school teacher?" suggested Katy.
Sarah sighed. "This is about work clothes, not play clothes," she said. "Kim, if you're going to be a protector, you have to dress the part. It's better to scare someone off then have to fight them."
"Ok, what do you suggest?" asked Kim.
A few minutes later, Kim found herself dressed in dark clothes; a brown, faux-leather duster coat with more pockets then her old cargo pants; a dark green blouse, black jeans, black chrome-studded gloves, and black, steel toed boots. For the final touch, a grinning Sarah set a black fedora on Kim's head.
"Is this all really necessary?" Kim asked, doing some stretches to make sure she could move easily in the outfit. Much to her surprise, the outfit was not restrictive at all; Sarah had a good eye for picking out the right clothes items.
"Yes it is." said Sarah. "This outfit makes you look a lot tougher. Looking better prepared to win fights should cut down the number of fights that you do have."
Kim looked at her reflection in the mirror. The clothes did make her look bulkier, scarier. With the hat brim pulled down to shade her face and the duster's collar turned up, she looked downright menacing.
Once the girls were done shopping, Kim paid for the clothes. Instead of driving back to the Home, the girls had Kim take them to the red-light area. It was still early enough in the afternoon that there weren't many prostitutes already out on the street. Kim found an alley where he could park and still keep in eye on 'her girls' and waited, hoping it would be a quiet couple of hours.
6) NoDrog
It had only been thirty minutes when Kim saw her first problem. A woman with obviously dyed, frizzy red hair and wearing a tight, purple Lycra outfit and was going over to the corner where Kim's 'ladies' were waiting.
"Hey, you stupid sluts, this is my spot!"
Kim stepped out of her car, wearing her intimidator outfit, minus the gloves. Before she could do more then get out of the car, however, Sarah and Amy had already handled it. Sarah stepped forward and when the woman tried to punch her, Sarah grabbed her arm and side-stepped, twisting the woman's arm behind her back. Amy pulled out a switchblade knife from apparently thin air and held the blade close to the woman's throat.
"This is now the turf of St. Kimberly's," said Amy. "If you have a problem with that, you can deal with us… or with Saint Kimberly. Do you know why they call her the Saint?"
The woman, struggling against Sarah's grip, shook her head.
"'Cause after you see her, the next person you see is St. Peter." Amy waited a moment, then stepped back, making the switchblade blade knife disappear up her sleeve. With a contemptuous shove, Sarah released the other woman. The woman growled but hurried away as quickly as she could on her stiletto heals.
Kim walked over to Sarah. "Was that necessary?" Kim asked, in a low voice.
"Oh yeah… got to defend turf," said Sarah.
"I don't see why you need me here," said Kim. "You and Amy seemed to be able to handle it well enough."
"Simple," said Sarah. "Most pimps don't let their hos carry weapons, not even that little knife of Amy's. Amy and I can handle them. But they have pimps of their own, and those pimps have enforcers. THAT'S what we need you for."
"Got it," said Kim.
"Why aren't you wearing those gloves?" Sarah asked.
"Metal studs may look cool, but if I hit someone wearing them, they'll cut," said Kim.
"That's the idea," said Sarah. "You can't be squeamish. You have to make it clear someone fighting you is going to get hurt. Just be careful when you slap us around; face scars tend to put off most customers."
"I wouldn't slap you!" said Kim.
"Kim, part of being a pimp is keeping us in line," said Sarah. She turned, and noticed some of the other street walkers were watching them. "Look, we've been talking too long. Slap me and go back to the car."
"What?" said Kim.
"Look, we have to make them think you're a big, bad pimp and that *you're* the one telling *me* what to do," said Sarah. "Trust me, now slap me, hard."
Kim gritted her teeth, and back handed Sarah. Sarah turned her head with the blow, but it still left a temporary red mark on her face. "Other side. Harder," Sarah said, too soft for anyone but Kim to hear. Kim obeyed, using more force now that she saw that Sarah knew how to take the blow.
Sarah took the slap and then dropped to all fours. Speaking loudly enough for those nearby to overhear, she said "Please, ma'am, I'm sorry, I'll behave!"
"You better!" growled Kim, not knowing what else to say. She turned, the bottom hem of the duster flaring out like a cape, and walked back to the car. Once inside, she pulled the black gloves on.
7) NoDrog
Ron had finished cleaning the kitchen at the St. Kimberly's Home for Wayward Girls and was taking the opportunity to fix himself a snack. Rufus, being less patient, was contenting himself with a piece of cheese. Ron was busy slicing some bell peppers up when he heard a car pull up. Curious, he stepped from the kitchen area into the main hall, just as Amy came in with a man in a business suit.
~Ooops…~ thought Ron, realizing he was still holding the large knife he'd been using.
Amy glanced at the knife, then winked at Ron. "Bob?" she said, turning to the man she was with. "This is Bruno. He's one of St. Kimberly's enforcers."
Ron fidgeted, not sure what to say after being renamed. The man looked at Ron, dubiously, then glanced at the knife.
"Oh, don't let his looks fool you," said Amy. She gave a dramatic shiver. "I've seen him put that knife through a bull's eye at twenty yards… he's a cold one."
Ron growled, trying to sound mean. Once Bob looked sufficiently cowed, Ron turned around and marched back to the kitchen. ~Come on, pants…~ he thought. ~Stay up!~
"Um, maybe this isn't a good idea…," said Bob.
"Oh, come on, don't let Bruno scare you off," said Amy. She stepped in close to Bob, rubbing her breasts against him. "Bruno won't hurt you, as long as you pay up… you do have the money, right?"
"Oh, sure, right here!" said Bob, patting a pocket.
Amy smiled. "Then come on upstairs and I'll show you a REALLY good time." She turned and climbed up the stairs, putting an extra wiggle into her walk so that Bob would have something to watch while he followed her.
* * *
In the wee hours of the morning, Kim got out of her car and waved an arm. Amy, Janette, and Stephanie came over. Sarah and Katy were already back at the house, with their johns. "Time to head in," Kim said and was glad when the girls didn't argue, merely climbed into the car. Kim sat back down in the driver's seat. Watching when Amy had pulled that switchblade out had made Kim realize something. She'd have to wait, however, before she could act on it.
It was noon when Kim woke up, after having fallen asleep in one of the unused rooms at the House. Ron had been sent home, but the girls had all insisted they felt safer with Kim sleeping there rather than with Kim at her home. Janet had even volunteered to go over to Kim's home to keep Kim's mom company. Kim had thanked Janet for the offer but made do with just calling her mom before going to sleep. Fortunately, while the Middleton cell grid was extremely unreliable, her Kimmunicator still worked. After a bowl of cereal for a late breakfast (and making a mental note to tell Ron that she wanted to see a cereal option other then Sugar Frosted Honey Cocoa Bombs), Kim drove to where Monique and her parents had set up 'The Clothes Line.'
It had started simple; Monique, with her love of fashion and gossip, knew what clothes most people had. After the invasion, with manufactured clothing becoming less available, Monique had kept in touch with various people, usually discussing over the phone what people had spare clothes and what they would take as trade for them. It had grown to where Monique's parents now bought clothes people no longer wanted and sold them to people who did want them. Monique and her dad worked to repair and modify clothing, sometimes modifying an item of clothing so much that the person who bought the refurbished item was the one who, unknowingly, had sold them the original. Monique's mom had taken over the administration and dealing with customers who came to the family's now modified garage to sell and buy.
Monique was becoming less and less a part of the business; while she was great at figuring out designs and ways to modify clothes, her dad was a professional tailor and was much better at doing the actual work; especially when all that was required was to repair an item or use it to copy a previous design. Monique mostly dealt with customers who wanted outfits that were, if not new, at least looked new and different.
When Kim walked to the back of the garage, she saw Monique was just finishing up modifying a pair of jeans. "Hey, GF, what's up?" asked Monique. "Nice duds."
Kim was wearing one of her normal outfits, but was wearing the duster over her regular clothes and had the rest of the pimp outfit on a hanger. "Do you still have any of that Fab-Brick spray from Wade?" Kim asked.
"Oh, want me to pimp out a new mission outfit?" asked Monique. "Sure, I think I might even have some of those light weight armor plates he was trying to get you to use."
"Great, I'm going to need it for my new job," said Kim, handing Monique the hanger and then shrugging off her duster.
"What new job?" asked Monique.
"Um… pimp," said Kim, in a small voice.
"What was that?" asked Monique.
"I'm pimping," said Kim.
"Pimping up cars? Why would you need body armor for that?" asked Monique. "Doing like Mad Max type stuff?"
"Pimping girls," said Kim. "Apparently now I have some bitches."
Monique blinked, then used a finger to try cleaning out one ear. "Say what?"
"You heard me. Bitches," said Kim.
Monique grabbed two chairs, pulling them close enough for a conversation, and then sat down in one chair. "TME…," she said, using Monique-speak to tell Kim to 'Tell me everything'
* * *
"…so I'm now 'Saint Kimberly'," said Kim, finishing recounting the story.
Monique shook her head. "Ok… Well, the shirt and pants I can have ready for you tonight, soon as the Fab-brick dries and makes the material knife resistant. The coat will take a couple days. Now, is there anything else?"
"Well…," said Kim, "I don't know if you'd be able to come help me and Ron… I'd pay you, of course…"
"Whoa, Kim!" said Monique, holding up a hand. "Let's slow this brain train down. Are you asking me to come out and help you and Ron with selling bootie?"
"You'd just have to help at the House nights… you could still work and sell your clothes out of one of the spare buildings," offered Kim.
"Cool, I always wanted people to say my clothes were pimping," said Monique. "I'll need a few minutes to get the clothes soaking in Fab-Brick and clear it with my folks, then I can come over to the House to look around."
"Thanks, Mon," said Kim.
8) Celestialdoggie [Ken-Zero]
Kim sighed.
Her girls' business was actually going fairly well, and she still wasn't sure whether to be pleased that their little grouping was becoming moderately self-sufficient, or tweaked that they were so because of having to resort to the oldest profession on the face of the planet.
Still and all, none of them seemed to mind it, which took some of the unpleasant edge off Kim's mind.
Over the course of the last five days – with Ron's inadvertent (she thought – then again, Ron couldn't have been much more effective had he been wielding a polished shotgun and wearing a wife-beater) terrorizing of one of their first clients helping it along – the "business" had actually picked up fairly well, and they'd seen enough cash flow in to realize the basic necessities for the next few weeks.
Still, the Outside World showed no signs of repairing itself any time soon… and as Kim brought her reflection to an end, she also knew that this was no time to rest on their laurels. I mean, we'll always need money, and it's always when we don't have it, that the bad shi-stuff happens.
Clad once again in her duster and fedora, Kim lurked just out of sight as her girls peddled their charms. The gloves were conveniently stored in the duster; she hadn't needed them quite yet, and the occasional display of 'dominance' over her 'bitches' required them to be off lest she damage her goods.
The night looked to be going much like any other had so far; indeed, and strangely, Sarah was the only one of the group that hadn't found herself a john. Checking the time – one of her cadre had actually nabbed a gold pocketwatch and chain, and had presented it to Kim on their third day there – she began to walk toward Sarah, only to stop when she noticed the girl perk up at something else.
Kim peered around the corner of her alley and watched three tall, broad-shouldered men walk down the middle of the street; vehicle traffic was light in the area anyway, and Kim actually couldn't recall the last time she'd seen a car other than her own in the area. Each was dressed in a far more gaudy fashion than Kim herself; in fact, the middle of the trio held a pimp cane, and was walking in such an excessive swagger that he ended up looking more ridiculous than anything else.
They reminded her strongly of Team Impossible.
Whether they were or not, though, she instantly tensed as they walked right up to Sarah. After exchanging a few words that Kim couldn't hear, the two on the sides stepped in close as the cane-holder lashed out with it… but Sarah nimbly stepped outside the swing.
That was enough. "Sarah," Kim called clearly. "Come on back, hon." The three new arrivals had turned at the sound of the new voice, allowing Sarah the chance to slip away. When she was near enough, Kim told her to stay behind her, but stay close. It was an order the blonde had no trouble following.
"And where do you think you get off swingin' at my girl?" Kim demanded of the trio as she walked up to them, lacing as much threat into her words as she could. It wasn't hard, to her surprise; she was genuinely angry that they tried to beat on Sarah.
The cane-holder grinned as Kim got up close. "Ah, looks like we've got our rat," he said to the other two, not bothering to answer Kim. "I'd heard there was a little problem in Middleton, but seems like the trouble we expected to find is in short supply!"
Low, evil sounding chuckles emanated from the other two, clearly meant to be intimidating…but Kim just rolled her eyes as she tilted the brim of her fedora up a bit, allowing them to see her eyes. "Let me ask you something," she demanded, putting her hands back into the pockets. She pulled out her gloves. "You…guys…and I use the term loosely," she went on, pulling one glove on and making a show of checking its fit, "come from Upperton, am I right?"
"Yeah," the leader sneered, "and at the end of tonight I'm gonna have a couple more bitches, it seems. Uppity ones, too. I like 'em… feisty."
The look he gave Kim made her want to poke his eyes out – with her toes. She kept her cool, though, instead pulling the other glove on with movements just as calculated as the first one. "So you're part of those… Uberlords, then." She flexed her hands again, making the metalwork stand out and reflect the street lights. "Thinking you can just come in on my turf was your first mistake," she informed them calmly.
"Thinking you could take me and my girls was your last."
She waited perhaps half a second, and then, right on cue, the cane came swinging; she put one fist in the way and was pleased to feel the cane bounce off the metal plates. It stung her hand quite a bit, though.
Not taking the time to shake it off, Kim moved. A lunge forward found the other metal-encased fist embedded in the left man's solar plexus; she brought up her back leg and kicked him higher in the chest, and he flew back a yard and landed hard, gasping for breath.
She leapt from her guard position, hitting the ground behind the other two and somersaulting to absorb the energy. She was back on her feet in an instant, spinning around to face the remaining two men. When the other muscle man charged, she yanked the fedora off her head and threw it at him.
The inoffensive leather construction didn't hurt him at all, but it did fly into his face and distract him sufficiently from the charge that she was easily able to step to his right. As he trundled past she kicked the outside of his right ankle just as it came off the ground; the joint went pop, and the leg itself bent sideways enough that he kicked the backside of his left leg and went down in a heap.
Kim rescued her hat from his clutches and forced it back onto her head. Hey, she might not like the realities of the sitch, but she had grown to like her outfit.
The pimp himself had barely enough time to register that his two muscle men were down before Kim was in his face. Then she wasn't anymore, her steel-eyed visage replaced by the business end of a metal-plated fist.
The hit was vicious, and Kim didn't like it one bit, especially as she watched his head snap back under the smashing assault. But it's like Sarah said back during day one…I need to send a message. And I guess blood's the only message they understand.
A left hook broke the guy's nose, and a fresh trail of blood joined the one created by his mashed lips. She grabbed his arm and tossed him over her hip, landing him next to the first man she had taken out.
"Now get your sorry selves out of here before you find out why they call me Saint Kim," she growled.
They didn't exactly run away – they weren't capable of it. But they certainly seemed to hobble as quickly as they could, once they got up.
Once they got a few blocks away, Kim quickly stripped off her gloves and tossed them away, wanting to be rid of the things as quickly as she could. She looked at them with as much disgust as she had the pimp and his muscle before turning to Sarah. "Let's go home, please," she said quietly, walking back to the car.
Sarah hesitated for only a moment; she'd known Kim was good from when they'd all been 'rescued' by the redhead, but that display was just… amazing to her. Still, she wondered why Kim seemed so down about it.
Thinking quickly, she grabbed the discarded gloves, making sure to shove them into some place she knew Kim wouldn't look for them – namely, into her top – and hurried after her madam.
9) NoDrog
St. Kim kept a cautious eye out on the street. The girls knew, after a certain time, not to bother to come back after a john took them to the Home. Sarah was the only of the five still out when it came time for Kim to head to the Home herself; Kim was a little surprised. While not the prettiest, Sarah rarely had trouble attracting clients. Kim gave a mental shrug and waved to Sarah to come over. Much to Kim's surprise, three other hookers followed Sarah to the car.
Kim, by now well practiced in it, gave the other three girls a very quelling, threatening glare and then pulled Sarah over to where she could speak privately to Sarah.
"What's going on?" demanded Kim.
"Those three have been watching us," said Sarah. "After they saw how you handled the Uberlords, they want to join up. Sheila Dewitt is the blonde, Michelle Ittoute is the red head, and Candy Stryper is the brunette."
Kim sighed but had to admit they definitely had the extra room to accommodate more girls. However, it was getting to the point she would need to hire more staff; she couldn't keep relying on just Ron and Monique to stay at the House, even though Monique was enjoying herself. It seemed that Stephanie was a talented seamstress, and Monique and Stephanie had been busy discussing making clothes and making alterations to Kim's duster. Monique kept promising it would be ready 'soon'.
"Ok," said Kim. "But we're going to need a larger vehicle… maybe a van or a small bus."
"Or a large bus," murmured Sarah.
"What was that?" demanded Kim.
"Oh, nothing," said Sarah. "If you want, I can get the girls to start making discrete inquiries among the johns, see if they know of any vehicles for sale."
"Do that," said Kim. "Anything else?"
"Just be aware Candy has a little something extra," said Sarah.
"She's got a child?" asked Kim.
"She's got a dick," said Sarah. "She's a he. A transvestite, pre-op."
"Oh…," said Kim, then shook her head. There were a lot of things she still didn't know about this business. "Well I'll have to see how I can fit her… him… whatever… in." Kim saw Sarah try to smother a chuckle and Kim quickly added in, "At the house! See how Candy fits in at the House."
Kim and Sarah walked back to the other three. "Ok," said Kim. "I'm K… Saint Kimberly. Behave and do well, we'll get along fine. Don't, you'll be dealt with, and enough said about that for now. I'll often pass orders through Sarah or have her deal with minor matters… if she tells you to do something, assume it's me telling you. Got it?"
When the three nodded, Kim let them get into the back and, with Sarah in the front passenger seat, drove back to the home.
10) NoDrog
Monique knocked on the office door, then stepped in. Sarah followed her inside.
The office had belonged to the headmaster of the original St. Kimberly's School, and Kim had kept it much the way she had found it. One of the girls… Kim suspected Janette… had repainted the door so it now read 'Headmistress' Office', and Kim of course had cleaned the place up. Kim was sitting in the large, well upholstered easy chair and flipping through her list of contacts. She looked up and smiled at Monique and Sarah. "Hi, any leads on a bigger vehicle yes?"
"No, but Monique has an idea about that," said Sarah, as she sat down in one of the two guest chairs. Monique sat down in the other, smiling a little at the idea of a business meeting to discuss what many called the Oldest Profession.
"The problem is that there's now too many 'girls' to fit in your car," said Monique. "I was thinking we could split them up… Some go out with you on the streets, some stay at home. Make this a brothel."
Kim tapped her fingers on the desk, thinking. "That could work… but it does mean I'd have to look harder for staff. I can't be in two places at once."
"I can run the brothel… I guess that would make me a madam," said Monique. "And I do have a lead on someone we can get to run security here."
"Oh? Who?" asked Kim.
"You remember how Ron's Asian friend, Yori, came to attend his graduation, right?" said Monique. "Well, she stayed to help with the cleanup after the invasion, and I found she's still in Middleton. If you want, I can have her come in for a job interview."
"I don't know if she'd be willing to work in a place like this…," said Kim. "But if she would be willing, she'd be perfect. She's got that whole ninja code thing, willing to lay down her life if needed."
"I'm sure she won't be the one needing to lay down," said Sarah, smiling.
"I'll see if she can come in tomorrow," said Monique. She had to hide a smile; she had already contacted Yori and, when she had warned Yori about what sort of business this was, Yori had surprised Monique by offering to help the girls' training. It seamed that Yori's training had included some aspects of yūjo ('women of pleasure') training, in order to get into a target's bed where the target was more vulnerable. "Now, wardrobe… we should have your duster done in a day or two. Amy had a few suggestions for the hat."
"Ok, anything else?" asked Kim.
"One problem," said Sarah. "Michelle Ittoute had three 'johns' yesterday but only gave us the cut for two. She's holding out on us."
"Ok… Monique, do you want to go talk to her?" asked Kim. "Maybe she feels we're asking too high a percentage or something."
"Kim…," said Sarah, interjecting. "I'm sorry, but that won't do. You have to look at the psychology of the situation."
Kim leaned back in her chair. "Explain," she said.
Sarah stood up, pacing a little while she set her thoughts in order. "This situation is a bit analogous of an animal pack. There's the alpha… you… the betas… Monique and I… and the rest. The lower members of the pack pay tribute to you, the alpha. By withholding part of the tribute, Michelle is testing you. It's a challenge. If you have Monique deal with it, then she sees Monique as the alpha, not you. If the situation is not dealt with, she'll withhold more and more until she is dealt with or expelled from the pack."
"As much as I hate to say it, it's not safe for a woman alone on the streets of Middleton," said Kim. "Especially not one trying to do 'business'. So, you're saying I need to deal with her. Discuss changing her rates directly."
"No," said Sarah. "If she came to you and asked to change the rates, that would be how to handle it. By withholding tribute without discussion, it's a challenge and you have to deal with it as such. You need to slap her down to reassure her."
"I'm missing something here," said Kim.
"Again, it's pack psychology," said Sarah. "She doesn't want to be in charge, but she's testing you. If you can't prove you can stand up to her, how can she trust you to stand up for someone from outside the pack who threatens us?"
"I see," said Kim. "Sarah, what were you before becoming a prostitute?"
"Hmm?" asked Sarah, startled by the sudden segue.
"You don't sound like an ex-waitress," explained Kim.
Sarah glanced around, and saw that both Kim and Monique were watching her closely. She shrugged. "I have worked as a waitress… among other jobs," Sarah said. "I was working on getting my doctor's degree in Psychology from Lowerton College when the invasion hit. My thesis was on prostitution, but the college got destroyed before I could turn it in."
"Why not try to get a job in psychiatry?" asked Kim. "As a psychologist or something?"
Sarah shrugged. "Post-invasion, the only demand for psychologists… besides in an asylum… was from rich people wanting to be told it was ok to be rich while so many people were suffering. I decided that if I was going to be a paid whore, I'd rather it was literally rather then figuratively."
"So, why aren't you the one running this place?" demanded Kim.
Sarah smiled, sitting down. "Because I'm a natural Beta, not an Alpha. I can assist, advise… but I don't like being the one in control. Pass the buck and all that."
"Ok," said Kim. "We'll talk about this later. Now, how do you… advise… I handle Michelle?"
"Tell her to pay up or get out," said Sarah. "Demand twice the amount she held back, as penalty. If she refuses… and she probably will… rough her up. Slap her around a bit, yank her hair, punch her. Avoid scarring her face and breaking any bones… she actually is pretty good with customers."
Kim sighed but slid open a desk drawer, taking out her gloves. Monique had cut the finger tips off the gloves, but had left most of the gloves intact, adding metal reinforcing to the glove's palms, backs, and finger sections. The result was Kim could punch harder without risking breaking her fingers. More importantly was the psychology of the gloves, emphasizing what Kim was about to do was business… serious business. As Kim tugged the gloves on, she said, "Meeting adjourned."
* * *
Michelle was laying in the bed in her room. The room was small, with two bunk beds and a desk taking up much of the room. Still, it was far nicer then what she had been living in and… so far… she didn't have to share the room, even if she did have to share a bathroom. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a key being inserted in her door and the door being unlocked.
Michelle sat up as she watched the boss… St. Kimberly… walk into the room.
"What's up?" Michelle asked.
"Where's the money?" demanded St. Kimberly.
Michelle gulped nervously. She had assumed… hoped… no one would notice her skimming a bit. The last customer had been a rather generous tipper. "I… I paid up… ."
"You paid for two. You had three customers," said St. Kimberly. "Where's the money?"
Michelle stuck her chin out. "I paid enough. I paid more then Stephanie did."
Stephanie had had a bad day yesterday, only getting one customer.
"This isn't about Stephanie. It's about you and me," said St. Kimberly. She moved suddenly, faster then Michelle could react. Michelle suddenly found herself pinned face down on her bad, one of her arms yanked painfully back. "Where's… the… money?" St. Kimberly growled into Michelle's ear, deliberately spacing out the words.
"I…. I'll get it!" said Michelle, wriggling to pull free. She felt St. Kimberly yank on her arm harder. "It's under the mattress!" she squeaked in pain and fear.
St. Kimberly released her, stepping back. Michelle got off the bed and lifted up her mattress, scooping up the money and quickly counting out St. Kimberly's share of her last trick. She held the money out, but St. Kimberly ignored it, staring at her.
"You tried to cheat the house," said St. Kimberly, coldly. "It's going to cost you double."
Michelle licked her lips, about to refuse… then stared into those olive green eyes. The look she saw there made Michelle hastily count out an additional amount. This time, St. Kimberly took the money and tucked it into a pocket. "Are you going to cheat the house again?" St. Kimberly asked.
Michelle quickly shook her head no. St. Kimberly slammed a gloved fist, hard, into Michelle's stomach. Startled, she fell to the ground, clutching her stomach. St. Kimberly squatted down and grabbed Michelle's hair, yanking so hard it felt she would rip the hairs out by the roots as she pulled Michelle's head back, forcing Michelle to look up at her. "I asked you a question… bitch," St. Kimberly said. It was the first time Kim had ever used the term 'bitch' to refer directly to one of the 'girls', and the first time Kim had found the word coming naturally.
"N-n-no ma'am… I won't cheat you again." said Michelle, her mouth dry with fear, her heart pounding.
"Good," said St. Kimberly, releasing her grip and standing up. "If you do, I'll make what I just did to you feel like a love tap. Cheat me three times, and you're out of this House, permanently. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am," said Michelle.
"Get cleaned up," ordered St. Kimberly. "You're going out on the street again tonight."
St. Kimberly slammed the door behind her and marched to her office. The noise of the confrontation had attracted the attention of the other 'girls', including Candy, but none tried to stop her or say anything to her.
Once inside her office, Kim closed the door and then leaned back against the door. She trembled in reaction. Confronting Michelle had been a strain on her. Worse, Kim had found it exciting; It was a little like back in the old days, facing down Professor Dementor or Dr. Drakken, but there was more then just that. Seeing Michelle like that, subservient, had given Kim a surge of sexual pleasure. She briefly considered talking to Sarah about it, then decided not to; she didn't want Sarah considering her some sort of freak. Kim snorted. It had been only a week or so, and she was worried about what a whore thought of her. Her life had definitely changed.
* * *
The next day, Kim was eating breakfast downstairs, with the girls. Monique had reported that Michelle had handed in her cut of all her johns last night, even including a percentage of her tips. Kim had made a point of telling Michelle 'Good Job' after that. The front doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" said Ron, handing the frying pan over to Amy and hurrying to the front door. "Hello… Yori?"
"Hello, Stoppable-san," said Yori. She was dressed in a black cotton gi, her black hair pulled back by a headband. She was carrying a large duffel bag easily slung over one shoulder. "Is… ah… 'Saint Kimberly' here?"
"Hi, Yori," said Kim, coming over. "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Hai," said Yori. "It is closer to lunch time than breakfast, though."
"The girls mostly work evenings, we get up late," said Kim. "Come on, let's do this interview in the back."
"You want to do me… I mean, 'do this'…. outside?" asked Yori, following Kim toward the back door.
"Yeah… I need a good work out," said Kim. "I figured we could talk and spar at the same time."
"It would be my honor," said Yori, setting her gym bag down before following Kim outside.
Segment Notes: Segment 10 – I draw attention to the fact Kim specifically asked "where's the money" and not "where's my money". Kim is only acting the part of a pimp, so far, and has yet to develop the mindset of a pimp. This subtle distinction was pointedly mentioned in the Discussion Thread.
General Notes: What is the KP Slash Haven? It is an international forum about Kim Possible where EVERY pairing from the show is not only entertained but welcomed. While admittedly primarily KiGo at conceptualization and origin, we hold nothing against others so long as everyone remains civil and does no bashing of any members. There are many writers of various levels of success, skill, and intent. Some have published, some are honing their skills, some poke at it hesitantly with sticks, and some simply read.
There are also corners of the Haven where other things of interest, slashy or otherwise, are discussed, dissected and sometimes lampooned. So long as you can abide being civil and non-bashing, you too are welcome at kpslashhaven(dot)net
What are Round Robins? A Round Robin is a writing (semi-)improve game. Once a concept is decided upon and interest shown, a couple threads are created devoted to the game. One thread discusses things 'behind the scenes' such as who will write next and what GENERAL directions the plot will head. After all and for example, you don't want to start out with Kim Possible Goes to College and have the plot take a 'left turn at Albuquerque' to end up as Kim Possible on Zombie Island. Not that either of those have been made into Round Robins.
Yet.
Another thread in recent months is a Plot Bible for the title, which is a repository of that plot-title's 'canon'… things that make it into the Story Thread and compiled where contributors can find and double check info without scanning through pages and pages of story.
Then there are the Story Threads themselves. Those I have received permission to reprint here, under this one anthology title.
The way the Game Works is once the plot is decided upon and threads started, each contributor adds a part, building upon what has been written before them. There can be a couple sub-plots going, but all part of the Main Storyline. Contributors are cautioned against taking things too far left field, and occasionally events might be 're-addressed and re-directed' by others.
At any rate, what we end up with are excellent stories that never have been seen outside the Haven – until now. However, be warned and keep in mind these writings are a game, and as such the writers may not have put as much work and re-work into them as they do what they post elsewhere. There is also something of a 'patchwork' feel to them as each segment's contributor has their own style.
Rules: I shall be reprinting the Storys as they appear in the Haven's threads with MINIMAL editing. In order to preserve the original writers' styles, the only editing I will be performing will be spell-checking and things like wrong-words such as: they're/there/their…you're/your…then/than, etc. To a minor extent punctuation. I shall NOT be performing grammar checks – Grammar Nazis please stand down, its a game fer Christssake – and any doubt I might have about the original writer's intent I shall err in their favor by not making a change I'm unsure of.
Format: I shall be reprinting about 10 segments at a time as a chapter. I shall be rotating the Stories, so while "chapter one" is Possible Pimping 1-10, "chapters" two and three, etc, will be something else until rotation returns to Pos-Pimp, so keep an eye on the "chapter title". Each Part will be divided by horizontal-rules in keeping with the original posts, even if the same writer posted back-to-back. Each segment will be numbered with the writers' Haven name and if applicable and different, their [fanfiction(dot)net] name.
Occasionally I shall be making comments that'll include insight as to what was discussed on the Discussion Threads.
I shall also be creating a FF.N forum for this anthology series.
Reviews: Writers appreciate reviews. Please keep in mind that each segment is written by a different person, so mentioning by name, or number, the segment a particular point was in, will be even more appreciated. I shall periodically be reprinting comments in reviews, related PMs, and this title's forum back to the Haven.