Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any of the characters; The Disney Corporation owns them all. Since I'm not doing this for profit, maybe they'll let me slide.
Author's note: the inspiration for this story came from Kim's motto; I can do anything. I tried to go for dark irony. Needless to say, this is AU.
She Can Do Anything
An AU Kim Possible Short Short Story
By TU160
She led the man into the dingy motel room she was using tonight. He tossed a small backpack on the bed and began to take off his shirt. He was tall, slightly chunky with black hair pulled back into a pony tail. Large chin. Not to bad looking she thought, and he's bathed recently that's always a plus. "Gotta have the money up front honey" she told him "Ronald's rules".
"Who's Ronald?" the man asked and then answered his own question "He your pimp?"
"Yea, me some other girls" She shrugged "Last week some guy ran out on Tee, that little blond you saw me with, without paying. So now Ronald says money up front."
She cocked a questioning eyebrow at him "You know me and her like to work together sometimes, for a little extra."
"Maybe next time" the man grunted as he pulled a wad of bills from his pocket, "You said forty, right?" he asked. He dropped two twenties on the scuffed nightstand, and then held up two more, "but speaking of extra.." He trailed off and looked questioningly at her.
Oh Oh she thought, this could be trouble. He didn't strike her as a nutso, but still. She put her hands on her hips, a natural gesture that brought her right hand closer to the butterfly knife tucked in the back pocket of her shorts. A girl can't be too careful she thought. "What?" she asked.
He tossed her the bag, "Go in the bathroom and change"
In the bathroom she opened the bag and pulled out the clothing that was inside. Oh jeeze, she thought when she saw what it was. The bozo wants me to dress up like a cheerleader; he's even got pom-poms in here! Still it was pretty harmless, last month Bea had had a trick who had pulled out a fricking golf club and taken a swing at her. Having a cheerleader kink was pretty tame, all things considered. And the extra money was nice too, no way she'd be telling Ronald about that of course.
He was sitting on the bed, stripped to his boxers, when she came out. She danced around a little, shaking the pom-poms and copying some moves she remembered from watching football games. It seemed to work, he was breathing heavily and his..interest..was obviously aroused when she stopped.
He tossed another twenty on the stack "So, what extra can you do, for a sixty dollar tip?" he asked her. The redhead in the cheerleader costume cocked a hip and gazed at him, her green eyes smoldering with professional grade lust. Just the tip of her tongue slid out of her mouth and slowly, sensuously, licked over her full red lips. "Honey, you just lay back and let ol' Kimmy take care of you," she said in a low husky voice, "I can do anything, if the price is right."
