It's Addictive: Chapter 19
I.
"ooof...uhhhh...Gettoff me!" Bonnie's feet finally found purchase, her powerful, ballet conditioned leg muscles flexed, raising her butt into the air. A heavy body rolled off her back, down her thighs and onto another body. A faint "ummf" of protest was heard.
Staggering to her feet, Bonnie glanced around at the multiple bodies sprawled on the floor. She nudged the form that had fallen on her with her toe. "Get up, LM, right now!" There was no reply, just a soft snore from the splayed girl. Bonnie's sharp mind was quickly coming back on line, as she surveyed the room. "Possible! Or that tech nerd of hers, had to be." Bon-Bon began making her way carefully across to the door. "Ummmf" "Sorry" grunt, moan.."You GJ girls really need to work on those stomach exercises." "Ohhhhh" "You really should wear a bra. Soooo sorry." Uhoooaaa." "Really need to tuck that in, my bad."
II.
"Stand still, I've almost got it."
"Girl, you have got to lay off the Tex-Mex." Monique groaned as she staggered under Kim's weight. "What are you packing in those pockets anyway."
"Would you just stay still? Geez, Ron never complains."
Monique glared up at the redhead standing on her quavering shoulders. "He would but he's PTPTP."
"What?" Kim looked down in confusion.
"Pantin' to pick those pockets, or at least what's in 'em. Would you hurry up?"
"Monique! That is so not...got it!"
"Finally!"
POOF! THUMP! THUMP!
"Ok, what just happened?"
"Ah, Mo, remember I told you about fighting Drakken's sharks?"
"Yeaaaah?"
"Remember I told you about the elasto constricting material in the lipstick tube?"
"Soooo..."
"So, it looks like Wade has been doing a little sales on the side."
III.
Dr. Betty Director rounded the corner at a full run. After her panic attack with the two teens she had managed to partially regain control. Her office, equipped with all the weapons and gadgets she needed to take down the creature Stoppable had become was just around the next corner. A little jungle romp might be fun, but if it happened she was definitely going to be the one in control. Glancing behind her, she rounded the corner...
"Well, look what we have here?"
Betty's head whipped forward. "Who are you and what are you doing in this facility?" She demanded.
Jessica leaned forward, "We'll do the questioning here. I recognize you, you're the head of this keystone kops outfit. If anyone would know it would be you. Where's Ronnie?"
The other teens gathered around, determined looks on their faces.
Amelia snarled, "She's not only the head of this place, she's the one who kidnapped my Ron."
"Your Ron?" Burst from the lips of several of the girls.
"Never mind that now, find out where Ronnie is." Tara plead.
Looking at the determined, angry teens, Betty turned back the way she had come. "All right, all right. Follow me."
"That's more like it." Jessica grinned, completely missing the crafty look that appeared on Betty's face.
"By the way," Tara asked, "What were you running from?"
"Oh, I wasn't running from, I was running to." Betty answered, "I was running to my quarters, that's where Ron's at." She stopped in front of a locked entrance. "Right through here girls." She unlocked the door and stepped in. Continuing quickly to the far side of the darkened room as the girls followed her.
As the last girl entered, the door shut and clicked behind them.
"What...?" "Where's Ronnie?" "Turn on the lights!"
Betty touched a hidden switch, stepping through the concealed door. "Have fun kids!" The door shut on her laughter.
"Well, that worked really well." Jessica said in disgust.
"Never mind that, find a light switch." Amelia ordered, just as the lights came on.
"OH, NOOOOO..."
V.
Wade snapped alert as his monitors flashed with action, "All right! Round two!"
VI.
Shego pressed both flameless hands against the broad pelt. "That has to be the softest fur I've ever felt." She thought hysterically. "But if he thinks he's going to do what I think he's going to do, he's got another think..." A large soft finger caressed the nape of her neck, sliding up to stroke the spot behind her ear. She shivered in response.
"Hello, Scheherazade."
VII.
"Girlfriend, have you got a bug in your pants or something." Monique giggled.
"What?"
"Well, the way you're wiggling, it's either that or hot flashes. Thinking about the Ron man?"
Kim scowled, "So not. If I can get my hand down into my pocket, I've got a solvent for this stuff."
"In that case, wiggle faster, girl, wiggle faster."
Kim glared at her girlfriend, trying harder to reach her equipment under Monique's laughing gaze.
"You know, if Ron ever saw you move like that, I'll bet he'd be catatonic for a couple of hours. Give you enough time to have your fun."
"Monique! I keep telling you, we're not like..."
Her attempt at recrimination stopped with the sultry scream that sounded through the open hatch. Both girls looked up.
"Somebody's being hurt." Kim gasped as she wiggled even more furiously.
Monique's head cocked to one side as the screams continued. "Ah, Kim, I don't think that's pain we're listening to."
"Of course it is, Mo, what else could cause a woman...to..." Her impatient retort faded as her complexion reddened. "NO, no way, Ron wouldn't do that. Not my Ron."
"Well, you keep saying that, but somebody's certainly enjoying themselves."
A particularly ecstatic scream sounded as the elevator slipped.
The two teens stared at each other.
"Wow!" Monique finally managed, "He's moving my world and we're not even in the same room!"
With a wordless growl, ignoring the rising cacophony, Kim began trying to reach her solvent.
VIII
Bonnie kicked the door in disgust, "Stupid elevator, probably doesn't even go where I want." With a sneer for the failing equipment, she opened the emergency stairwell door and began to climb.