Last, but not least, it's time for the fifth girl. Now this one might be the one of greatest tension to guess (As if I hadn't driven you nuts about trying to guess who it'd be). But we all get to know who else gets to drive Ron nuts. Maybe things will get better for Ron, though?
Chapter 7
A Change For the Better?
"No." Ron crossed his arms and
stomped one foot down. "Look, Monique, I came here to calm down,
relax, and get my bearings. Ever since we got here, it's been nothing
but chaos for me."
"What do you mean? It's been nothing but
harmless fun." Monique placed her hands on her hips. "Seriously,
boy, I know there's been a little contempt around here, but it's
nothing that big. Seriously, can't you just deal?"
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one being hunted down by girls." Ron held his hands up defensively. "Don't get me wrong, I know you've gotten caught up in the fight, too, and all, but I think I'd feel a whole lot safer spending the day in here. I'll lock the windows, pull down the shades, pull the curtains together, and barricade the door. I just don't feel up to facing all of that today."
"If that's how you feel," Monique hopped over and grabbed Ron by the arms, "then I don't feel bad about dragging you out."
"I really wouldn't suggest that you
do that, Monique." Ron snapped his arms back, moving them out of
Monique's grip faster than she could see. "I did learn a few ninja
tricks, and I really don't want to hurt you."
Rolling her eyes,
Monique sighed. "Look, if you want to stay in here, it's fine. But
first, tell me something. Do you really feel uncomfortable with those
girls chasing you, or are you still hung up on Kim?"
"Well, I don't really know." Ron rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, let's face it. Sure, I haven't gotten a lot of time to think about her, but it's not like I've had a whole lot of time thinking about anything else."
"Uh-huh." Monique raised an eyebrow. "And no other thoughts entered your mind, boy? Not even when Bonnie is pretty much holding up a grope me sign, Shego stuffed you between her breasts, and Yori keeps talking about pretty much kidnapping you and taking you all the way back to Yama-wana-ding-dong."
"Yamanouchi." Ron cleared his throat. "But that's what has been driving me nuts all week. The same thing could have happened back in Middleton, and there was nothing. Now that I'm here in California, it seems to be the only thing that happens to me."
"Really weird." Rufus crawled up onto Ron's shoulder. "Ho yeah! Really weird!"
"All right. I get it. It is a little strange that girls just seem to be interested in you right now, but it beats moping about Kim all day, doesn't it?" Monique held her hands out and waved them around. "Doesn't it."
"Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't." Ron sighed. "Look, I'll go out again tomorrow or something, but right now, I just need to be able to think things through for myself. You know, a day to just be a guy rather than the guy."
"Okay. You want to spend the day up here, all alone, in our room, that's you choice." Monique smiled and pointed accusingly at Ton. "But you're paying for any room service that you order, Mr. Moneybags. Not everyone is made out of money, you know."
"Yeah. Yeah. I know." Ron gestured up at Rufus. "But I won't be alone. It'll be me and Rufus, having a men's day off. Just hanging out in front of the TV and pigging out on whatever we can get from the hotel's kitchen."
"Well, have fun then." Monique turned around. "And don't put too much furniture in front of the door. Just maybe a couch, or the bed. Otherwise, just take the Do Not Disturb sign and hang it on the door. Hotel management can get really grouchy about people who feel the need to rearrange furniture. At least, when you're talking about hotels that are this fancy." She took hold of the door handle. "I need to go take care of a few errands."
"But what about the other girls?" Ron put his hands in his pockets. "Are you sure you'll be all right out there?"
"I'd be a little more worried about
Yori than me, if I were you, Ron. Shego and Bonnie do not seem to
like her at all." Monique smirked back at Ron. "Besides, I'd be
in more trouble, if I stayed up here with you all day. The others
might think that I cheated on our little wager yesterday."
"Yeah.
I don't think that I really like being treated like a prize." Ron
sucked his lips in and popped them, rubbing his head again. "Do you
think you could tell the others that?"
"I'll see what I can do." Monique opened the door. "See you later." With that, she left.
Ron rushed over and slammed the door behind the fashionista. He turned and smiled at Rufus. "Okay, buddy. You ready to girl-proof the room?"
"Yeah-ha. Girl-proof it!" Rufus hopped down and ran over to the windows.
The rodent would move ahead of the human, locking each window and bending the machinations, so that they would stay locked. The blond boy was shutting the curtains and flipping the shades down to block out even the tiniest specks of sunlight. They rounded the room until it was as dark as pitch. After Ron turned on a lamp, they ran over, slammed the bed against the door, and ran back to the couch. Rufus took hold of the remote and turned the TV on to early morning cartoons.
"And now, for the piece de resistance." Ron popped his finger against his lips like a chef before picking up the phone. "Hello. Room service? Tell me, what do you have as far as breakfast burritos go?"
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After watching hours of brain-numbing shows, from cartoons, to the cooking channel, to wrestling and football, Ron and Rufus sat there, smiling dumbly at the flashing screen as several trays with empty glasses and licked-clean dishes on them.
"You know as far as vacation days go, I have to say that this is my favorite." Ron patted his full stomach. "No chores that need to be done. No Hana to keep an eye on. No job, no school, no worries." He sighed in delight. "Wouldn't it be nice, if every day could be like this?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Rufus chuckled as he drummed on his own distended stomach. "Nice. Very nice."
"Yeah." Ron rubbed beneath his nose, only half conscious to what was on the television. "Just doesn't get any better than this. Pizza, burritos, milkshakes." He paused, placing a finger against his lower lip. "Then again, it would be nice, if we could get a couple of nacos."
"Nacos!" Rufus hopped up and clapped his hands together. "Need nacos."
""Not a bad idea." Ron laughed as he stood up. He walked over and flipped the lights on. "Help me find a phone book or something, little buddy. We'll see if there's a Bueno Nacho in town and then maybe even rent a car, if we have to, to get there."
"Sounds good. Sounds good." Rufus scampered off of the couch and skittered around, checking every nook and cranny of the room.
A knock at the door.
Ron froze in place and turned to look at the door. He turned to Rufus. "Hey, buddy, do you remember me ordering anything recently. I think it's been a couple of hours since I ordered anything."
"No." Rufus shook his head, letting his whiskers flop back and forth.
"Then who could it be?" Ron rubbed the back of his head. "I don't think Yori would knock, but maybe it's Bonnie or Shego. Then again, it has been a while. Maybe it's Monique. I did tell her that we'd barricade the doors."
"Maybe." Rufus scratched his chin. He turned to the door as it was being knocked on again. "Better check, though."
"You're right, buddy. This is
supposed to be a day for the guys." Ron smiled as he nodded.
"Either it's Monique, and we let her in, or it's one of the other
girls, and we don't let them in."
"Yeah. Sounds right."
Rufus's whiskers twitched. "Monique's okay. Anybody else? No good."
"All right." Ron walked over to the door. "Hello. Who is it?"
"Ron, it's me."
The blond boy immediately paled.
"Hurry, Rufus, buddy! We need ot clean up around here!" Ron
turned around and scanned the room. "You open the curtains while
I'll take care of the dishes."
"Yeah. Yeah." Rufus
scampered frantically towards the windows. He tugged on the cords as
quickly as he could.
Ron rushed over and picked up all the trays. Organizing them, he probably could have put the best waiter in history, the cup stacking champion, and the best dealer in Las Vegas to shame.
"Ron, Monique called me. She said you were having trouble."
"Just a minute!" called Ron. He swallowed as he placed the trays on an out of the way table. "I just left some dirty clothes out. Shouldn't take but a minute to fix everything up." He ran over and pushed the bed away from the door, just at the same moment as Rufus had opened the last window. He smoothed his hair back as he walked to the door. Sweating, he pulled the door open and laughed nervously. "Hey, Kim."
The acknowledged redhead smiled as she walked into the room. "Hey, Ron. It's great to see you. It's been a while, hasn't it."
"Only about two weeks." Ron blushed as her played with his forefingers. "It's not that big of a deal. I know what education is too you."
"But I didn't realize you'd get into so much trouble." Kim smiled as she laid her purse on a nearby table. "Really, I didn't think you'd run away to California with Monique."
"I didn't run away. I just needed to take some time to relax." Ron smiled as he looked at his long time friend. "Things haven't been all that relaxing, though."
"Monique said you didn't seem well." Kim sauntered over to the blond boy. "Really, though, it's not that big a deal. I wasn't even gone that long."
"True. True." Ron's blush deepened as Kim got closer to him. "I guess old habits die hard, huh?"
"Old habits like this?" Kim kissed Ron on the cheek. "It's wonderful to see you again."
"It's great to see you, too, Kim." Ron swallowed at the closeness of the proximity. He tried stepping back from the approaching redhead, but she'd just keep step with him. "What exactly is going on, though? I thought we broke up."
"Breaking up is so hard to do? Is it wrong for a girl to change her mind?" Kim pouted. "We were going out not that long ago, either. Have you already found somebody else?"
"More like somebody else has found me." Ron laughed nervously as he tugged on his collar. He noticed he had been backed up to the bed. "So, how was France."
"It's nice, I suppose." Kim leaned in close to Ron. "It just feels so lonely, though. Paris is called the City of Love for a reason, after all."
"I guess so." Ronturned and gestured to the bed. "Well, are you tired or anything? It's a long trip from Paris."
"Rather, I'd love to be able to just talk to you." Kim smiled. "Or rather, to see if we can start up our relationship."
"I don't know." Ron shrugged. "I
mean, won't you need to go back to Paris in fall or
something."
"Paris can wait. Love can't. You know what they
say, find love fast or live alone."
Ron's blush was burning his face. "I though it was 'you can't hurry love' or 'we'll always have Paris'."
"Whatever." Kim kissed Ron full on the lips.
The kiss was full and long. Kim even wrapped her arms around Ron. Though hesitant, the blond boy returned the gesture, hugging her back. The embrace tightened as tightened, but the kiss remained a simple, chaste one.
After a minute, Ron's eyes shot open. He pulled away from Kim. "Did you get implants?"
"What?" Kim pushed back a wayward bang. "Implants?"
"Yeah. Breast implants." Ron looked down at Kim's chest. "No offense. They're still not big or anything, but they feel bigger."
"Why, yes. I did get implants." Kim's eyes widened a little in shock, and she bit her lip. "You know. I just felt a little uncomfortable in France with the way all the women looked and everything."
"Wait a minute." Ron counted on his fingers. "Shouldn't you still be in recovery or something? That plastic surgery stuff can be rough on the body."
"Tell me about it." Kim rolled her eyes. "But you know what they say, 'even though America has the best of everything, France can do it better'."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "I though it was Japan can do it better."
A loud crsh of a lamp was heard, along with a loud "Yoinks" from Rufus.
"What's wrong, little buddy?" Ron stood up, leaving Kim to pout and furl her fists.
Chasing the naked mole rat around was a familiar bald sphynx cat. Rufus was hopping back and forth over the couch to avoid the lovestruck cat.
"Blast it, Debutante!" Kim stood up, becoming taller and growing blond. "Ten minutes. I just needed ten minutes to seduce him, and then you could have your playtime, remember?"
Debutante stopped on the couch. She curled herself into a sitting position and looked up at the blond girl with big, sad eyes.
"Oh, don't look at mommy like that," Kim's face and figure changed as well. "You know mommy doesn't like any interuptions, when she's in the middle of business."
"Camille Leon." Ron swallowed as he stared at the blond girl. "B-b-but."
"Oh, Ron, don't be like that." Camille smiled seductively at the blond boy. "I'm not here to hurt to." She picked at a lock of his hair. "That kiss was pretty darn good, and I should know."
Ron stepped back slowly as the diva kept her eye on him. "What are you doing here, Camille?"
"Don't think of me as Camille Leon, if you don't want to." Camille transformed back into Kim. "Just think of me as Kim, or whoever you want, however you want." Her skin turned black and then progressed through every brown and flesh tone until she was pale as a ghost. "Really, pick a skin color." Her breasts grew to the size of her head. "You want bigger chest pillows? Flat-chested? Big butt? No butt? Fat? Skinny? Name and you have it, as long as I get you in the exchange."
If Ron wasn't sweating before, he was sweating now. He also swallowed several times as the new girl in his life strutted closer.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Monique stomped into the room. "All right, Camille. You've had your fun. Now, get out of our room!"
"Can't I go just a few minutes without any sort of interruption?" Camille pouted as she changed back to normal. She jumped across the room, grabbed her purse and Debutante, and ran for the door. Before leaving she winked at Ron and blew him a kiss.
Ron looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He slumped to the floor and crawled over to Monique's feet. "Oh, thank heavens." He looked up at the black girl. "What just happened?"
"Looks like somebody was having just a little bit too much fun." Monique smirked. "Fortunately for you, Wade was able to warn me before it was Camille."
"Wade?" Ron's eyes popped open, and he stood up straight. "What the heck? How were you able to contact Wade?"
"Oops!" Monique smiled as she placed a hand over her mouth. "Looks like the jig is up."
"Jig? What jig?" Ron took hold of his head. "You didn't sign us up for some sort of dance contest or anything, did you?"
"No." Monique laughed. "I don't even think they have any dance competitions around here." She placed her hand in her pocket and pulled out a bright red device that looked like a mix between a video game and a calculator. "Say hello to the Com-Monique-ator."
"Huh?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Why do you have one?"
"Since I became business partners with Wade." Monique pressed a button on the red device. "Say hello, Wade."
"Hi-aye!" The short supergenius jumped out of his chair. He laughed nervously. "Um, hey, Ron."
"Wade?" Ron's other eyebrow rose. "Business partners? What's going on here?"
"I guess I gave it away, Wade. My bad." Monique laughed to herself as she looked at the hassled boy on screen.
"Don't scare me like that, Monique." Wade patted his chest to slow down his heart. "You didn't tell me that you'd tell Ron."
"Call it impromptu." Monique smiled. "It's what all the professionals do."
"Tell me what?" Ron looked between his two friends. "What's going on?"
Rufus crawled up Ron's pants and shirt to stand on his owner's shoulder. "Yeah. What's the big idea."
"Fine. I'll tell you. But only because Monique's pretty much busted us already." Wade tapped on his keyboard a few times. "She proposed that we started an online video special featuring you. Sort of a candid camera sort of thing."
"What?" Ron's jaw dropped. "So you mean this whole week is just some sort of scam?"
"Not exactly." Wade took a drink from his never-ending soda cup. "You see, I was able to rig cameras all over the hotel, and even the whole town you're in, exempting bathrooms, dressing rooms, and anywhere else someone would completely undress themselves. In exchange for doing this and uploading the website, I get thirty percent of the profit."
"Which is twelve dollars per member who's joined to watch this week. We're already at three million viewers, and that stunt with Camille Leon is likely to reel in another million or two." Monique rubbed her hands together. "Oh man, I can't wait to swim around in all that dough. Do you realize how much cash that is?"
"Not off hand." Ron pointed to the door. "But what about the girls? You're telling me that they're all being paid to act like that."
"That's the beauty of it all. They're not." Monique batted her eyes at Ron. "It's all one hundred percent raw emotion. If they're concerned about any sort of money, it's yours. I wasn't expecting that Yori chick, but everything still seems to be going fine."
Ron pointed at the Com-Monique-ator, his jaw hanging low. "So you two are telling me that you decided to take advantage of me in a vulnerable position just for money?"
"Um, I gotta go." Wade disappeared from the Com-Monique-ator's screen.
"Wade, wait!" Ron moaned. "Come on. Talk to me here."
"Sorry, Ron." Monique held the red device in front of her chest. "If you want to talk to Wade, you're going to need to come take this from me."
"Monique, this isn't funny. Why
would you tell me that I'm being filmed, anyways?" Ron crossed his
arms. "It means that I know what's going on."
"Which means
that the stress is going to cause you to become distracted and let
your guard down." Monique smirked. "And that's where things are
going to get interesting, for you're going to make more and more
mistakes."
"That's it. I'm calling Wade, and telling him to turn off all of the cameras." Ron shot his hands forward, but not to meet the small walkie-talkie device.
"Well, Ron, it's nice to see that you finally got your head in the game." After yanking her Com-Monique-ator out of reach, Monique smirked down at Ron's groping hands. "I know you were a womanizer, but this just seems a little fresh for you."
Ron yanked his hands away and folded them behind his back, his face growing redder by the second. "Um, yeah. I think I'm just going to put my pajamas on and then I'm going to just sleep in my little corner." He edged towards the bathroom as he said this.
"Very well, Ron." Monique pocketed the red device in her hand. "You've done good today, so I think I can let that slide."
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Okay, please... And I mean somebody please tell me how it is that Camille Leon has gone this long after her creation without having a single breast joke made about her. She can transform her body however she wants, and nobody has ever thought 'I wonder how big her breasts can get'?
Anyways, I figured I'd play off of the fact that Ron can't tell Kim from Camille Kim. Did I have you guys fooled? I'm not trying to denounce your intelligence or anything, but I've pestered you that I might bring Kim into all of this chaos just to blow everything up.
And what about Monique? Did any of you guys see that coming? Now, don't get me wrong. I love her as a character, but there was just something about her that said 'gold digger'. Well, not gold digger, per se. Rather, just a girl who loves money enough to sell her own shirt for a quick twenty dollars. The question now, though, is whether she'll just keep Ron as a partner in business or want him for something more.
Well, that's for you to decide. I'm going to be gone for a while, so I am posting a poll for everyone to pick they're favorite girl for a romantic scene in chapter nine. Rules of the poll will be posted on the actual poll, so if you don't leave a review, could you at least take thirty seconds to take the poll?
Please, enjoy and review.
