"WLW: Heroes and Villains"
What Lies Within Book 2
Based on the characters created by
Bob Schooley & Mark Mccorkle
and original character's by Bcool
Prolog
The music pulsed in time with the lights. Together they thumped in rhythm with the intoxicated people on the dance floor. A murky haze filled the nightclub partially from kerosene fog generators and partially from cigarettes. Between the fog and the darkness Kim Possible found it rather easy to slip through the crowd undetected. Her disguise didn't hurt either, her long orange hair was now cropped black locks. She had contacts that turned her green eyes hazel. Her black dress tightened and enhanced various parts of herself changing her body type. Her false ID said she was Rafaela Aramov a 22 year old from Los Angeles California. The only thing that was true on the fake piece of plastic was her blood type.
She found herself at the railing that ran the length of the balcony that overlooked the dance floor. There were a number of raised platforms that rose from the dance floor. Atop each platform stood Lucite cages. Each cage contained a girl dancing in a g-string except one who was topless. At least it looked like she was topless. It was hard to tell for sure from where she stood. Kim walked along the railing moving in a clockwise direction around the club. When it seemed she had a better angle Kim pulled out her Telescopic Viewing Device. It was a cylinder about nine inches long and looked something like a rifle sight. However, her device had a 10X optical zoom and was equipped with infrared and night vision modes. Wade just called it the TVD. Kim brought the TVD to her eye and zoomed in on one of the cages. Sure enough the dancer was topless. The only thing she still wore was a wisp of a thong that didn't really cover much. Kim pressed a button and snapped off a series of pictures. The images were automatically downloaded to her Kimmunicator as she took them. When she was finished Kim put the TVD back in its pocket and retrieved her Kimmunicator. She pulled up the pictures and ran a facial recognition program. The software matched several distinguishing facial features like chin, cheeks, nose, eyes, and brow. When it was finished the program told her there was an 82% match. Kim frowned it wasn't as conclusive as she had hoped. However, there were several factors that could have thrown off the results and 82% was still pretty good. Kim decided to move forward, she had to follow the lead no matter how slim. She put the Kimmunicator away and drummed her fingers against the railing. If they held to their usual practice the girls had three more songs before their sets were up. Then new girls would come up and take their places. Yet, three more songs could mean she'd be waiting for as much as half an hour.
Kim left the overlook and went to the bar. Sitting on a stool she signaled to the bartender. He was young, not much more then 21. He had black hair with red tips. It was spiked and when it moved it gave off a vague impression of flames. In an instant Kim found herself staring at the glow that arose from the remains of the Rockwaller's family home.
"Miss?" The bartender called to her. Kim looked at him and gave an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, I'll just have a soda." Kim said. The bartender nodded pulling a glass from under the bar. He filled the glass, placed a straw in it and passed it to her. Kim sipped her drink hoping the carbonation would settle her stomach. So far everything had been going according to plan but she felt uneasy about what she was about to do. Her thought's kept turning to Monique who was the last person Kim wanted to think about now. How could she face her again after all this was over? How could she tell her the truth about all this? As she was trying to push these thoughts aside someone came to occupy the bar stool beside her. From their appearance and style of dress Kim could not immediately identify if they were male or female. The new arrival gestured to the bartender who passed them a bottle of some kind. After taking a sip the person turned to Kim and said something in Russian. Even upon hearing the person's voice Kim could not be sure of the person's gender. Kim shook her head as if she didn't understand.
"Ah, American then…" The person bobbed their head up and down. Kim was pretty sure her neighbor was a woman now but not for any specific reason.
"What brings an American girl to a place like this?"
"Would you believe me if I said I was here for the Vodka?" Kim asked.
"No…" The woman smiled pointing to Kim's drink. "Since you're drinking a soda."
Kim looked down at her glass feeling foolish for that little slip. She smiled to play it off.
"Maybe I like working my way up to the good stuff."
A Cheshire cat grin spread across the woman's lips.
"Don't take too long… you may lose the opportunity." The woman took her drink and moved away from the bar. Kim watched her disappear into the crowd. Had she just been propositioned?
"I wouldn't if I were you." The Bartender said.
"What?" Kim turned toward him. He shrugged.
"I said you should leave that one alone. But, it's only my opinion." He shrugged again. Kim wondered what would prompt the bartender to offer such advice. He obviously knew the other woman and must think her trouble for some reason or another. Not that it mattered she was here on a mission and she wasn't about to be distracted from that.
The third song was winding down. Kim placed a few bills on the bar for the drink and a tip. Kim left the bar and made her way down to the dance floor. She weaved through the crowd keeping the cage with the topless girl in sight. As Kim watched a strawberry blond came up to the cage. The back opened and the two swapped places. Kim fell in behind the topless girl and followed her. They left the dance floor proper and approached a door marked employees only. But, instead of opening the door Topless spun around and looked right at her. Kim pulled up short meeting her gaze.
"What do you want?" Topless said. Kim let a smile spread across her lips. She took a step forward.
"What if I said I wanted you?" Kim said.
"I'm a dancer not a whore." Topless replied.
"I wasn't offering money, just a good time."
Topless looked her over. Her eyes traveled down Kim's body lingering on the areas accentuated by her dress, then came back up to meet Kim's. The new song had a hefty base beat she could feel thumping through her. The strobes flashed wildly in reds, greens and blues, casting staccato shadows on the walls. The lights ignited in Topless's eyes as her lips turned up into a snake like smile.
"I could use a good time…" She held out her hand. "Follow me." Kim took her hand and allowed Topless to lead her through the door and back to her dressing room. Topless closed and locked the door.
"So what did you have in mind?" Kim's hands slid around her bare abdomen and pulled Topless tight against herself. Kim nuzzled her neck while rubbing her stomach and abs. Topless sighed. One of Kim's hands rose to the woman's chest. She heard her moan. Kim's other hand withdrew to one of her pockets. She drew out the small gadget.
"I'm sorry about this…" Kim whispered.
"Sorry…?" Topless echoed, her voice muddled, her mind foggy. Kim pressed the gadget to her back.
"Sorry for what?" The hand taser hummed for a split second. Topless fell into her limp and unconscious. Kim held on, cradling the woman, making sure she did not fall.
"Sorry, but there wasn't any other way."
Author's Note:
Just for the sake of clarity let me say this is a sequel to a pervious work. Though this story does somewhat stand on its own I believe the reader will understand and enjoy it much more if they read the original first.
Also I warn in advance that while I am starting this story at a T rating it may progress to an M at some point.
