Arranging with Wade that she was going to be off for a whole week was def the easy part. The lying to her parents was going to be tricky.

After that Halloween '06, she really did make it a point to be honest with them, but she knows how her dad feels about 'show folk.' All she said was that one of the people she'd helped was offering an all-expense-paid Spring Break in California ("as a thank-you for saving them," Kim emphasised), and her parents gave her the green light. Lying by omission is better than outright lying, right?

When Ron picked her up for school the next day, she told him everything… about the trip, of course. If she mentioned any of the bathroom context, there was no way he'd be able to focus at school, and she kinda needed him to keep his grades up so that he can go to college with her. She'll just fill him in later when they're alone. Her toes curled in anticipation of his reaction.

"Spring Break in Beverly Plains?! Badical! I almost bought a mansion there myself, once upon a time…" Ron mused, no doubt thinking about the brief period of time when he was 1,000 grand short of being a billionaire.

Rufus faithfully popped out of Ron's pants pocket and sighed alongside his human.

Kim rolled her eyes fondly at her boyfriend. "Earth to Rondog Millionaire. We're going to be Britina's guests. No funny business."

Ron's eyes cut to hers. "A whole week without funny business, KP?" he smirked.

Kim flushed. "Maybe we can sneak away for a little funny business."

Ron slung his arm around his girlfriend's waist as they continued walking to school, taking the opportunity to caress the exposed skin at her hip. They both felt like their skin was on fire. "That's all I ask."

Just like that, Rufus was less looking forward to Spring Break.

That Friday afternoon, Kim and Ron joined the throngs of students eager to escape the monotony of high school for a whole week. They barely left the premises when a sleek black town car careened into the space in front of them.

"Courtesy of Britina," the smartly-dressed security guard-cum-chauffeur announced as he opened the door for them.

The inside was more spacious than the outside portrayed. Instead of rows, the seats were set up in a U-shape around the inside of the car. There was a minibar that doubled as a table in the center and a telephone near the front. Like a limousine, a partition separated the driver from the occupants.

"Not as good a platinum-white stretch limo, but it'll do," Ron said from experience.

The chauffeur pulled away from the curb and headed to the airport. Rufus pointed to the telephone and performed a series of gestures that made Ron slap his palm to his forehead. "You're right, buddy! Better call the 'rents."

Kim looked at her boyfriend askance. "Did you not tell them you were leaving today?"

"Hehe," Ron chuckled sheepishly. "I didn't really tell them anything."

"Ron!' she admonished.

"I'm on it, KP!" Ron defended. He checked with the chauffeur to double-check the phone had a signal and dialed home.

While Ron waited, Kim got a wicked idea.

"Rufus," she said sotto voce. "I bet there's some cheese in that minibar, don't you think?"

"Hnk! Cheese!" Rufus cheered. He eagerly opened up the fridge and found cubed cheddar. Not as good as Bueno Nacho's synthesised nacho cheese, but it'll do.

"Spankin'! Do me a favour and stay in there until we get to the airport? Pretty please?" Kim asked.

"Bleh!" Rufus, immediately understanding, stuck out his tongue and hid in the fridge with his cheese that would never traumatise him.

Kim could hear Ron behind her greeting his mother and set her plan in motion.

"Hey, Mom? Can you get Dad on the phone, too? I'd rather tell you both at once."

First, she just slid into the space beside him. He settled his arm comfortably around her shoulders, and she snuggled into his side to encourage him to hold her closer. He obliged willingly.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm fine. Mom's just overreacting, I think. I prolly could have phrased it better, hehe."

She ran her hand up and down her chest, first comfortingly, then with more intention. She could feel his torso tense as her hand ventured lower and lower.

"Um, yeah, no. I mean, no, yeah. I mean… Uh, anyway. I'm not gonna make it back for dinner tonight."

She deftly began unfastening his belt with one hand while she began kissing his neck, his chin, beneath his ear. Ron looked warily at his girlfriend, hoping that she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do.

"Naw, you don't have to worry about saving me anything. I think I'll be good for the rest of the week."

When Kim didn't plunge her hand past his waistband, Ron internally sighed with relief… But then she moved from his side and knelt on the floor in front of him with a dangerous smirk on her face. Before he could stop her, she tugged her boyfriend's rapidly swelling penis out of his boxers and immediately took him into her mouth.

"Kim!" he shouted in surprise. "What? Oh, yeah, of course Kim's gonna be there," he hastened to explain on the phone.

Kim pulled off of Ron and put her finger to her lips in the universal sign for secrecy before going back and sucking Ron like he was her favourite flavour of milkshake. Ron hissed as silently as he could, knowing that if he gave any indication to his parents about what was happening on his end of the line, he would be blue-balled for the rest of the trip.

"'Where is there,' you ask? Good question. Ahhh… we're going to Beverly Plains."

At this point, Ron was at full attention, which meant he wouldn't fully fit in Kim's mouth anymore and she'd have to get creative. While suckling on the head, she let some of her saliva dribble down Ron's length. The makeshift lube let her jerk off her boyfriend more easily. Ron's eyes rolled into the back of his head, fighting the urge to groan in pleasure.

"Yeah, the one in, um, California. Yeah, for the week. It's really no big. Oh, yes…"

Kim eyed her boyfriend's predicament with pride and decided he earned some extra tricks. She alternated the speed of her hand, twisting and tugging every so often as she massaged his tip with her mouth. Her other hand rubbed up and down Ron's chest, ignoring how badly she wanted to thrust it into her own panties and go at it as she blew her boyfriend.

"This is my way of telling you."

In between Kim's warm mouth and nimble fingers, the risk of getting caught, and the fairly public location of their tryst, Ron didn't think he'd ever been so aroused in his life. He raked his fingers through her hair, scratching softly in the way he knew she loved, and she hummed in response. That hum single-handedly dealt a killing blow to all of his concentration and his ability to hold out.

"Alright, gotta go, love you both, say hi to Hana for me, BYE," he said in a rush. He barely had the presence of mind to hang up the phone because he was focused far more on pulling his girlfriend up from the floor and onto his lap.

"You are so good at that," he murmured into her mouth before following his words with his tongue. Kim wasted no time, humping his bare cock and squeezing his waist with her thighs. The pressure (for her) and the friction (for him) were exactly what they needed. For a few moments, no other sounds were heard as the couple dry humped and made out in the backseat like the horny teenagers they were.

"I'm so close," he whispered later, taking the opportunity to kiss along her jaw and down to her collarbone. "Well, we wouldn't want to leave a mess," Kim reasoned breathlessly. She knelt back down in front of him and took him back into her mouth. Ron grabbed the parts of himself she couldn't reach and rubbed frantically, the outside of his hand nudging against her lips with every upstroke.

The sight of his (foxy, badical, goddess-like) girlfriend bobbing her head up and down his member with a concentration almost rivalling that of her mission-mode was the final nail in the coffin. With a grunt and a moan, Ron shot his load into Kim's willing mouth. Even as his hand stilled, she kept sucking and bobbing with every swallow until Ron was totally spent.

She released Ron's dick with an audible pop! and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand in obvious self-satisfaction. Ron tugged her back up to him and kissed her deeply.

"I take it you enjoyed that?" Kim teased.

"No talky, just kissy," Ron said as he pulled Kim closer.

She was about to straddle his waist again when the driver grunted from the front of the car. "We have arrived at the airport, Ms. Possible."

Kim reluctantly pulled herself away from Ron's kisses… to find the partition down and the driver looking at them through the rearview mirror.

Ron yelped and struggled to tuck himself back into his pants while nudging Kim off of him.

"Um, how long has that been down?" Kim asked with a growing sense of dread and embarrassment.

Aside from a slight narrowing of his eyes, the chauffeur made no indication that he planned on responding to Kim's question. Kim wished she had her grappling hook on her so that she could launch her and Ron straight out of the car through the sunroof.

After hurriedly recomposing themselves and rescuing Rufus (who had donned a scarf and a toque while he was in the refrigerator), the embarrassed couple escaped from the town car to find themselves right before the boarding stairs to an ATR 72.

And atop those stairs was none other than Britina, bedecked in a neon magenta halter top, jean miniskirt, and white Blahniks.

"Kim! Ron! You made it!" she exclaimed as she hurriedly descended the steps to greet them. "And Rufus is here, too!"

At the way Ron straightened, Kim knew that it meant a lot to him that Britina remembered not only his name, but that of his pet as well. Yet another reason Britina was one of her fave clients.

Britina beckoned them into the private jet, which they could see was souped up from the typical ATR 72. There were no less than three 55" plasma TVs situated around the fuselage of the plane, each facing a set of sofas and hooked up to the latest video game consoles. There was a disco ball, a state-of-the-art surround sound audio system, a full service cocktail bar, and even a hot tub! Ron practically salivated at the sight. Rufus did.

"Are we ready to depart, Ms. Britina?" the pilot asked from the cockpit entrance.

"You got it, Julian!"

Kim, Ron, and Britina settled in the sofas nearest to them as they waited for takeoff. They made small talk about school, the latest fashion trends, and if Britina would ever get a pet until the pilot finally turned off the seatbelt sign.

"T-minus four hours until touchdown," Julian announced over the PA system.

"Do you know how many rounds of Zombie Mayhem I could play in four hours?" Ron enthused. On Ron's shoulder, Rufus took out a calculator and quickly completed graduate-level differential equations. He showed the result to the rest of the group. The calculator screen read THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST. "Hnk! Booyah!" Rufus cheered.

Ron and Rufus scrambled to setup the game on the X-Cube, and Kim and Britina shared a glance as if to say 'boys will be boys.'

With Ron suitably distracted, Britina felt confident she could talk to Kim without him overhearing.

"So, Kim," Britina said with a gleam in her eye. "How are things between you and Ron?"

"So far, spankin'!" Kim said brightly. "It was def a weird transition going from best friends to dating, but at least we skipped over the getting-to-know-you part. That's what seriously derailed all of my past relationships."

Britina nodded impatiently along while Kim was speaking. "Yeah, that's cute and all, but how's the sex? You guys have gone all the way already, right?"

Kim blushed. "Yeah, we have; and that's good, too." Britina squealed. "Dish, girlie!"

The girls spent the next hour talking first times, weird habits guys seem to have in bed, and the importance of going to the bathroom after sex. If someone from Metropolitan Magazine happened to overhear their conversation, that person would have had next month's spread handed to them on a platter.

"Ron sounds like a really attentive lover," Britina sighed. "I wish I had that."

Unbidden, flashes of Kim's fun in the tub came to the forefront of her mind… specifically, the mental image she conjured up of Britina watching Ron finger her in the tub. She shivered.

"Britina, have you ever had a three-way?" Kim ventured.

Britina cocked an eyebrow in interest. "No… but I've never had the chance."

Kim took a leap of faith and kissed Britina on the lips. "Would you like one?"

Britina's only response was to kiss Kim back.