I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Model Hero

By LJ58

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"A little more pout," the photographer called out, coaxing Kim to look slightly more toward the camera as if looking over her shoulder. "That's it, and hold it right there," she was told as the redhead tried not to tremble as muscles locked, and the lights were dangerously close to making her outright sweat.

Four hours changing, and redoing makeup, and changing again, and that was after a long flight from Bristol, and having done the same thing for over five months now. She had barely even noted her own birthday as her agent kept her moving, and only belatedly remembered to hand her a few cards that came in from her family and friends to offer her the usual greetings, and good luck. She barely even registered the arrival of her belated diploma, granted after the last of her online coursework was finally accepted.

"I need a break," the redhead finally told him. "I'm beat."

"We still have two sets to photograph, and we need to start your lingerie line you're starting for next weeks' exhibition."

"Wait, lingerie," she frowned. "I don't have a lingerie line."

"You do now," David Ravele, an apparently famous, some might same infamous, fashion photographer who had been given to her by Glitz to ensure her exposure. "Since you turned eighteen last week, the sponsors want a bit more…..spice."

"I think some of these dresses have had more than enough spice," she muttered, some of them short enough to be tee-shirts in her opinion. And she had thought that ankle-length body-stocking had been bad?

"Let's make a deal. Get the last two sets done, then we'll let you nap before we snap any of the lingerie pics. Okay, Red?"

She grumbled, but forced a smile, and nodded.

"Fine. Deal. But I get a full hour to rest, or someone is getting hurt," she grumbled.

David took her seriously.

He was, admittedly, a bully with some of the girls. Especially the younger ones that needed someone to ride them so they didn't think their pretty faces, or anything else attached to them, could give them what they wanted without actually working for it. Only the first time he had smacked the complaining redhead's very firm backside, she had dropkicked him all over his own studio.

How was he supposed to know she was that Possible? She sure didn't look dangerous.

Until those green eyes had narrowed, and he was suddenly flying over her shoulder one time too many.

Now, he kept his distance, spoke firmly, but politely. He also made sure to always bargain with the girl. Give her a choice she could accept, and most of the time she went along. Push her in a corner, and he had already found out, contract, or not, she pushed back.

Considering his contract didn't cover full-contact sport, he chose to step softly around her.

It was that, or suffer broken bones. Real ones.

Two hours later, he went to see what was keeping the girl, and found her facedown, sprawled across the blue-silk sheets on the bed in the changing room. Said bed was a prop, more than not, but the tired model had apparently chosen to exploit it. Still, as he eyed her laying there in only a pair of very near skin tone lingerie.

David Ravele was not the world's most renowned fashion photographer without reason. He knew an opportunity when he saw it. Rushing back for a camera, he returned to snap a few pictures of the redhead in repose, noting that whatever she dreamed about had a faint smile on her usually rigid visage.

These shots, he suspected, were going to redeem the day. Maybe the week.

Hell, maybe even the month.

And maybe even get Deedle off his back for once.

KP

"Shego, I didn't know you were…. You know. Like that."

"What are you babbling about now, Doc," Shego demanded as she flipped through a magazine one of the rare female henchmen had left behind when she bailed on Drew, trying to ignore her employer's usual inane comments. As usual.

"Glitz," Drew asked pointedly. "Even I know that's the magazine those women like."

"What women are those, Drewbie," she asked as she absently flipped a page, eyeing the new summer bikinis being offered this year by one of her favorite designers. Then she froze as she saw the full page ad for a new line coming out this season.

"You know, Shego. Those women," he sputtered, looking genuinely distressed.

Shego said nothing.

"Shego?"

"I don't believe it," she finally exclaimed, still staring at the advertisement.

"I knew it. You've been recruited, haven't you? You're going over to their side."

Shego still ignored him as she ripped out the page, and rose to her feet, holding that folded page in one hand, and the magazine in the other.

"You don't know how much this crushes me," Dr. Drakken complained as she walked past him. "You have to know that I had such high hopes..."

"I'm going out," Shego told him, and flung down her magazine before stalking toward the exit.

"But, Shego! I was about to tell you about my newest…"

Drakken frowned as the woman vanished without looking back. She didn't even yell at him.

"Meh," he complained. "What's gotten her so riled this time," he asked, and picked up the discarded magazine. "We haven't even seen Possible in weeks! Months!"

He saw a page half torn out of the middle of the magazine, but couldn't quite tell what had been on it.

"Lars? Barry? Come here," he shouted after making a decision.

Both men showed up almost at once.

"I have a very important job for you," he told the two men. "Very important."

"Yes, sir," Lars asked. Barry only waited in silence, expecting disaster yet again. Even without Possible, there had been a lot of that lately.

"I need a copy of the newest Glitz Magazine. Chop-Chop. It's very important."

"But, Dr. Drakken," Barry asked. "Isn't that the magazine for….those women?"

Lars glared down at him.

"I'll be right back, sir," he assured the blue-skinned man, and left Barry more confused than usual.

An hour later, Dr. Drakken turned to the missing page in the new magazine, determined to see what had set off his partner in crime this time. Two hours later, Dr. Drakken was still staring at the page, not quite sure exactly what he was looking at. Or what it meant.

On the page before him, a sleek, willowy redhead who looked vaguely familiar was stretched out on a blue silk bed, apparently wearing nothing but a faint smile on her seemingly sleeping visage. The rest of her very obviously, and very blatantly naked in the full body shot. The caption across the page read, "If I can't wear Pierre-Pierre, I don't wear anything!"

Lars looked over his shoulder, glanced at the ad, shrugged, leaving his boss staring incredulously.

"You learn not to ask questions," Lars later told Barry. "Trust me. It's the only way to stay sane around here."

Barry nodded sagely.

KP

Kim had just come out of the shower in her hotel room, wondering what kind of torturous evening Deedle had lined up for her tonight, and stopped to stare, very glad she had put that towel around her as she left her bathroom in her private suite.

Her supposedly private suite.

"Are you insane," the green-skinned woman standing in her door demanded as the redhead dropped the towel she had been drying her hair with after her shower only to find her usual rival standing in her hotel room.

"Shego! What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Since when did you sign up to hawk overpriced gowns, and teeny-bikinis? Especially for Glitz!"

"It's just fashion stuff," she shrugged. "Besides, not that it's any of your business, I'm just working off a debt. That's all."

"Working off….? You do know you just outted yourself in the world's most widely published Lesbo fashion rag," she all but shouted at her, waving a glossy page she jerked out of a pocket of her stylish pantsuit.

In green and black, of course.

"I…. What?"

"Doy. You are such an innocent," Shego sighed, and held out a glossy page.

"Hey! Where did you get….? Oh, you have to be kidding? I didn't say they could photograph me nude," she blushed furiously.

Shego shook her head. "Technically, you're not. Take a closer look, though, Princess," Shego told her. "I'm betting you gave them a lot of shots you don't know about. Because I know a wore-out diva when I see her. Are they even letting you sleep?"

"I….sleep," Kim frowned. "I just can't believe….. I didn't even know David took those pictures," she complained.

Shego laughed. "You really are innocent," she tittered as she folded the page again, and slid it back into her pocket.

Kim glowered.

"So, why are you really here? I'm surprised you're not somewhere throwing darts at my picture."

Shego just stared at her.

"I just wondered where you had gotten to lately," she finally told her. "Doc's pulled some real bonehead plays lately, and only your buffoon bothered to show up. Or worse, those Global Justice clowns. Which is even worse," she complained.

"Ron? Is he….okay?"

"Okay? He had Drew running for the door before he could finish ranting. Something stuck a bee in his bonnet, but good. I think I know what it is now," Shego added, eyeing her.

"You didn't….fight him?"

"Monkey-boy? I was too busy laughing at Drew. It's just not the same without you," Shego actually sighed.

"Are you saying….you miss me," Kim frowned, staring at the green-skinned woman.

"Why would I say that," she sputtered furiously. "It's easier, that's all. A big laugh, too. No problems at all," she growled, heading for the door. "I'm just…. I thought you were in trouble. Someone is obviously dropping you in over your head. Glitz," she echoed again, glaring at her. "Do you even know what that means?"

"They're my sponsor. That's all."

"Your….sponsor."

Shego stopped, staring at the door. Then, she slowly turned back to stare at her.

"You really are that dense, aren't you?"

"What? I'm not…."

Kim found herself backing up when Shego stalked back toward her, her eyes narrowed like she was about to attack.

Only all she did was walk forward, put her hands on Kim's shoulders, and force her to look up into her eyes.

"Listening?"

"I….."

"Are….you….listening?"

"Yes," Kim hissed.

"Good," Shego retorted. "Then listen to this. Glitz is the biggest lesbian organization in the world. It's not just a magazine. It's not just a fashion sponsor. It's an organization for very rich, very powerful lesbian businesswomen who have gotten together to form a powerbase to compete with the old guard on their own terms. Get it now?"

Kim just stared.

Shego sighed.

"That means, Princess, that since you came out with their sponsorship, in their magazine, repping one of their major labels, that you…. Kim Possible…. Are telling the world that you are lesbian, and quite proud of it."

Kim's jaw would have bounced had it been able. As it was, she stood there, mouth open, staring as Shego turned, and walked out without looking back.

"No…..way," she sputtered, staring at the door that had closed behind the woman. A door she knew that she had locked before she had gotten into the shower. Of course, a mere locked door would hardly keep someone like Shego out if she wanted in.

The question that still echoed in her head was…..why? Why would Shego be worrying about her? Because that was what it sounded like.

As she absorbed what Shego had claimed, she also mulled over the evidence the woman had presented.

Glitz was outting her?

She had been so busy modeling, doing shoots, and running from city to city, nation to nation, that she barely had time to think at times. She was kept so busy, she had to rely on William just to tell her what to expect, and where to go. In short, she had stopped paying attention months ago as she just focused on making the money necessary to repay her blackmailers, as she deemed them.

Still wearing only her towel, her wet hair framing her thoughtful visage, she went to her suitcase, and pulled out a small bag. Searching through her private belongings, she pulled out the oversized watch that was taboo on most shoots, and switched it on.

"Wade," she called when the screen cleared.

"Kim," the young teen blurted, staring at her from his end. "How have you been? Wait, are you…?"

"I'm wearing a towel, so don't get excited," she grumbled at his expression. "Wade, I need you to check on a few things for me, if you don't mind."

"Of course, Kim. Anything. Have your sponsors cleared you for any more missions yet?"

"No," she scowled. "Unless it's an official GJ request for something beyond major, they don't even let me hear the news lately."

"That sounds…."

"Yeah. Off. Want to hear something else off?"

"Uh, sure?"

"Shego just stopped by," Kim told him.

"Shego? As in….Shego? The green hands of death Shego?"

"You know any other Shegos," Kim asked him, wondering just how closely he had been working with Ron lately.

"Uh, right. So, how did that go?"

"She actually sounded….worried. About me. Did you know Glitz was more than a fashion sponsor?"

"Well, I….did wonder why you accepted them," Wade suddenly blushed.

Great, Kim mused ruefully. Even a young boy knew more about her sponsors than she did. To be fair, he was a genius, but still, she was feeling really slow just then.

"Wade, I didn't accept them. They were assigned. By the same guys that were going to be suing me all along."

Wade frowned.

"Assigned? From the start?"

"The day I signed, they were already there. Agent, and all. Does that sound likely?"

Wade frowned all the more.

"Something sounds…..way off on that one, Kim," he told her frankly. "Can you fax me their contact details?"

"No problem, and I'm sending a copy of my contract. I want you to go over it, and check all the fine print for me. I'm tried of being….surprised."

"Surprised," he echoed.

"Uh, never mind," she blushed. "Just go over it, and see what you can dig up about the company, the sponsors, and….everything else. Something is starting to feel majorly off here."

"I'm on it, Kim. If there is something suspicious to be found, I'll find it," he assured her.

"I believe you. Do me a favor," she said as someone knocked at the door. "Work fast."

"Sure thing," he grinned, and the Kimmunicator went dark.

She slid it under her pillow, and then went to the door, wondering who it was now. Not Shego. She obviously didn't need to knock. That wasn't her style anyway. Opening the door a crack, she groaned when Will Deedle stood there holding a clipboard.

"Open up, Kimberly. We need to go over tonight's details."

"Already? I'm not even dressed."

"So, get dressed, and I'll talk while you're making yourself look presentable," he said, barely glancing at her. "Oh, and I heard you had a guest up here. You do know you're not supposed to have unauthorized visitors….."

"Will, shut up."

He did, but only to stare smugly at her.

"Contract, Kimberly. You signed it. You follow it. You don't want to know about the breach of contract clauses. Not for an instant."

"I'll take your word for it," she muttered, and just turned, and walked back toward the back, mentally daring him to walk into her bedroom.

To his credit, he stopped at her door, even letting her close it in his face. Unfortunately, that did not shut him up. He kept talking the entire time she tried to find something that she could wear without going up in flames.

Of embarrassment.

Because it seemed that more and more of her new wardrobe seemed designed to expose her, more than not. Which, if Shego was even slightly right, she so did not need.

KP

"It's working," the man reported to the chortling man on the other end of the line later that night. "She not only bought our explanation of her fatigue on the set, and our claim she willingly posed, but she has inadvertently green-lit the whole secondary Glitz campaign for the new line of intimate wear. With the upcoming club openings we have planned, Possible is about to become the brightest star in the Glitz world."

"Good. Good," the man on the other end remarked contentedly. "Just be sure to keep her busy, distracted, and give lots of parties for the young lady to attend. You might even arrange for a few scandals, too. Maybe a few enticing affairs. Something to feed the usual gossips."

"I have just the thing. Remember that brunette that tried to sue Pierre-Pierre for violating her alleged contract?"

"Yes. What a silly child," the man on the phone with William Deedle chortled. "It was clear that she had no true understanding of the business world at all. Let alone any standing legally, or professionally, in fashion."

"True. But a background check revealed that she has a younger sister with a very competitive relationship with our favorite redhead. I think we could really create some sparks if they were to….get together. Good, or bad, the press should sizzle."

The voice was silent for a moment, and then the man declared, "Arrange it, William. Frankly, even with the new advertisements, Kimberly's been quite plebian to date. I want pizzazz, William. I want fireworks. I want genuine Glitz!"

"And, Kim Possible buried under the weight of her own dubious fame," the agent chortled knowingly.

"Why, of course, my dear fellow. Why else go to all this trouble?"

William chuckled now. "Well, we are all making a fortune off her. Ahem. Another fortune," he added.

"Well, naturally," the man drawled confidently. "It is one of my lesser gifts."

"I'll get their meeting arranged right away," Will told him. "Kimberly won't know what hit her," he chortled.

"I have every confidence in you, my dear boy. It's why I chose you for this job. Just be sure you do not let me down."

"After what happened to the last man that did? Never, sir. You can count on me," Will assured him.

"I'm sure I can," the man drawled before he hung up.

To Be Continued…