Government Hooker – Kigo

EDIT: Spelling and Gramma caught by dmnchld1029

First off, Thank You for all of the Story/Author Favorites! My Inbox was full of them 3

There's going to be a few characters interacting in this chapter, hopefully it won't get too confusing.

I do believe I have each 'thought' worded so you can tell whose it is, and the lot.

Oh, Will Du and William are two different people, just to add that in.

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Chapter 3: "I Could Be Sex, Unless You Want To Hold Hands."

~I~

This is nice, for the first time in months I don't feel so dirty like a tool to be used, I can't remember the last time I've felt this nice. These sheets are so smooth and silky, nothing like those threadbare cotton ones of mine. Oh the smells, the smell of clean and contentment, not sweat and guilt. You know that smell; a freshly laundered bed and you just can't help but to let all your troubles sail away.

I don't want to wake up; no I don't ever want to leave this bed, this wonderfully clean and refreshing bed. Actually, I don't ever want to leave her, that fantastic woman, that beautifully gallant woman. I wince at the thought of never having been chosen by her, originally I had begged William to let me stay, and to send out someone else. The other girl's stories had frightened me, for they had often told stories of their nights with the Empress.

The stories depicted this breathtaking woman as a monster hungry for sex and would happily use you to her heart's content. As a fiend with an immense craving for the bodies of women, a ruthless force not to be reckoned with. I was blinded by such false allegations, she may come off as the very thing that had been described, but on the inside the woman was… I'm quite speechless to be honest.

I pleaded Mister Williams to not subject me to such a high-profile client, even though I have been in the business for a year now it had just been in a smaller town. Go-City was many times larger than Middleton, it had grown quite a bit since Empress had taken up residence there. Rumor has it that the only reason she had chosen this city was to banish her siblings from their homes; some sort of a feud had been going on.

I was quite nervous when two of the other girls had taken me back into the boudoir; I had never been taken there before. Normally the only girls that ever went back into the room were ones that had prestigious clients, but I guess that would be me now. Most of the girls had been there for years and had never been chosen by the Empress, but I had only arrived, more like picked up off the streets, little under a day ago.

The ranks in the harem were based on seniority, and I had apparently sent the system into an uproar with me being chosen. Enough of that now, oh the lighting in this room is so good; too bad I can now see my flaws. My blonde hair looks so dull, my blue eyes are so ugly, they aren't even blue hardly more of an off grey.

Hopefully the girls can make me look presentable after they put the makeup on, wait; they just brushed my hair and gave me a pale red dress to wear. The bitches are trying to ruin my chances of impressing the Empress, well that won't stop me. Williams' calling me, better throw this dress on, I'm already a mess, might as well not be late.

I sprinted in bare feet, carrying the worn out blue high heels, towards the limo and slowing down to a fast walk as I exited the door. William looked at me like I was going to get a beating later for coming out in such a disheveled condition, but I could care less anymore. The limousine door opened, and a clawed green gloved reach out of the darkness towards me; I grabbed it.

Empress examined me with furrowed eyebrows, "You're fucking kidding me?"

I just lowered my head, "No."

She sat back into her seat, before shrugging; it didn't seem to matter to her. I was relieved and yet puzzled, it didn't seem like her to have anything less than perfection. I entered the limousine, sitting down and closing the door.

"So…" she looked at me predatorily smiling, "What are you in the mood for?"

The others were right; she really didn't waste any time with us, then again we are all her pawns. I quickly slipped on the high heels before answering, "I'm up for whatever you are, babe."

Empress scooted across the seat towards me, reaching out and pushing some loose hair behind my ear, "That's what I like to hear."

She grabbed my arm, pulling me to her and I mentally preparing myself, before she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "I was thinking Italian, actually. Papa Rick's is such a wonderful little eatery."

I was taken aback; shouldn't she be ripping this dress off of me and ravishing my body with those claws of hers? As she looked at me for an answer I just nodded my head, before she ordered the driver to go. The driver waved a hand in acknowledgment before starting to drive off.

Empress just stared at me, seeming to be examining every inch of me once over and then some. I was becoming quite uncomfortable, even more now than I originally was before I had even entered the vehicle. After a few minutes of awkward silence she finally broke it.

"You really do look like shit, Blondie." That earned a raised eyebrow from me, "So… Put this on and shut up."

Empress removed her arm from my shoulders, reaching up under the seat, producing a white box with a green ribbon.

~I~

"Excuse me, Mrs. Possible? May I speak to you?" Will Du asked from his bed in the Go-City hospital.

He had been brought there after Shego had knocked him out the day before last, he was lucky to even be alive. His skull had a major crack by the temple, which had caused bleeding but not enough to cause brain damage. Anne soon approached him, carrying his new change of bandages.

"Of course Will, what is it?" she asked as she began the process of replacing his soiled dressings.

Will winced as she worked, "You see, Shego did something that quite puzzled me a few days ago."

Anne cut him off, before she paused to cut the new wrappings, "I've been told of the incident, actually; it surprised me as well."

"I want to know why, orders were to shoot on sight, why save that girl?" he questioned.

She began to ponder the event before replying, "I did a year or two in psychology in college you know," she started, trying to choose the right words, "in my opinion Shego is suffering from a hero complex. It's an event affecting people who seek recognition, usually by creating a desperate situation which they can resolve."

"In this case it was saving the girl from her own laws; I do not know why she chose the girl that we may never know. But for whatever reason, Shego felt compelled to 'save' the girl, and in the process almost killing you." The doctor shrugged as she put away her equipment, "It would explain her 'sessions' with those prostitutes she's so fond of, of course that could just be taken as pity."

Will nodded in agreement, deciding not to press the issue any farther, it wasn't any of his concern. He started to feel the effect of the painkillers starting to go into play as he drifted off to sleep. Anne looked at the boy, if he was to become meddlesome this could become a problem, but he won't be going anywhere for a while with the head injury.

~I~

The girl didn't look half bad, if anything, I'd say I'd out done myself with that dress. Monique is a whizz at fashion, I need to remember to help her career along a little bit more, she's designed enough for me. I'm glad that William keeps a record of all clothing sizes for his girls, or this may not have worked out like I'd hoped.

Oh well, doesn't matter I suppose, here we are, we have the Eatery all to ourselves; I'd like to thank the owners for doing that, and my plasma for making it possible. The girl is odd, I wonder if there is something wrong with her; hopefully not I have too many other pests to take care of. If I didn't know better I think I'd gone soft; no men get soft when they older, women get colder, so where the fuck do I stand?

Blondie broke me out of my thoughts, "Thank you, for all of this. And what you did the other day."

I just grinned at the girl, she did look happier in comparison to when I saw her a few days ago. It's some type of irony that I would run into like that, but I'm not complaining, at least with this one I don't have to baby her. Oh good lord, the other girls, they were nuisances from hell, hardly literate and what they could read was appalling.

Yes, the other girls were my personal sex toys, they didn't know any different and from what I could gather they could care less. But this girl, she's different, and she hasn't gotten on my nerves yet, so I guess I'll keep her. I wonder how much William would sell her to me for, probably not that much; hell I could probably just take her and he wouldn't even notice.

William wasn't right in the head either, I think he muttered something about being from Jamaica once, or was that Detroit? I don't rightly know, you can't understand him for nothing with that damn accent of his. Then again maybe he's just drunk, he slurs enough of his words together that is a likely possibility.

"You're Welcome, Love." I finally answered cutting into my steak.

Blondie looked at me puzzled, "Steak? At an Italian place? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of even coming here in the first place?"

"I like steak, so I get it." I waved my hand dismissively at her, taking a bite of the medium rare delicacy.

We ate in silence the rest of the meal, just enjoying each other's company, as clique as that may be. She seemed to be glad to get away from the girls as I was, although I couldn't imagine having to live with them. Maybe I really should buy her, hell the world's mine anyways might as well acquire some more of it.

After the meal we left, and by her request we went back to my penthouse soon afterwards. A switch must have gone off in her mind as I locked the door to my bedroom behind us; she turned to face me with a sly grin. I returned the smile and tried to pass by her, only to be roughly pushed into the door behind me, her hands working to unfasten the off-grey long sleeved button up shirt I was wearing. I allowed her to remove my shirt, but stopped her as she went for my skinny jeans.

"You be a good girl, besides I have a few things I need to finish." I stated, walking over to my desk, taking my seat, "why don't you go take a bath and stay out of my hair?"

She just stared at me for a moment, looking even more clueless right now than she did the day she stole the bread. I motioned towards the bathroom door behind her, before turning back towards my desk to start reviewing and signing some papers. I heard the bathroom door open and close soon afterwards.

I know, you'd think I would lie on my ass all day just soaking up the world's funds and spending them on every little thing I wanted. Which is pretty much what I do, but I do work for it, even if it is just little jobs like this. I've worked my whole life, struggling to make ends meet and usually at my wit's end with my employers; so it makes it hard just to quit cold turkey. Besides if I don't take an active role in the world, my world, then it will just go straight to hell; and I can't prove that damnable Possible right, now can I?

Almost an hour has passed since the girl had gone into the bathroom, I'm starting to become worried, somewhat. No, it's not that she's been in there for that long; it's the fact that I haven't heard any noise after she had settled down into the bath water. With my luck she had slit her wrists or some shit like that, which explains me being so reluctant to even go into the room.

It's not the idea of suicide that makes me sick, it's actually having to see them. I've never understood how someone could do that to themselves, how they could tolerate that pain to go quietly. I know I would be screaming out in agony, of course I've never been good with cuts; now gashes I'm fine with. Don't ask me why, that's just how it works.

Walking over to the door I mentally prepared myself for what, in my mind, I was about to see. I knocked once, before slowly opening the door enough to peek my head in. I now slipped my head inside the door, surveying the bathroom, as my eyes fell to the bathtub the first genuine smile I've had in years spread across my face.

Blondie was reclined in the bathtub, her head snuggly placed in the built in headrest, sleeping like a rock. I slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind me, making my way over to the side of the tub I knelt down beside it. I dipped a hand into the water, it was becoming ice cold, with a twitch of my hand I began to warm the liquid back up with my plasma.

The girl sighed contently as the water began to heat up, I removed my hand when the water began to make the mirrors fog over. I made a motion to stand up, only to be stopped as Blondie reached out and grabbed the hand that I had just removed from the water. She looked up at me with a shy grin this time; she looked to be unsure of my intentions towards her judging by her now timid movements towards me.

"What?" I asked, moving to sit on the side of the tub.

Blondie just looked at me with uncertainty before shrugging, settling back down into the water. She placed her arm across her chest, somewhat covering herself from me, doing the same with one of her legs. Was I actually making her uncomfortable by not treating her like one of my other toys?

I sighed, "Alright, here's how this works, you tell me what you want to do and we'll do it."

She raised an eyebrow at me like I had just grown two heads, before shrugging again, settling down farther into the water. I coughed loudly, trying to get her answer me, only to have silence in reply. Furrowing my eyebrows I squeezed her hand tightly, earning a squeak, but still no answer.

I now growled, "Either you answer me, or I'm going to beat one out of you."

"I don't know what you want me to say, I'm not used to this…" she finally whispered.

It looked as though she was close to tears, much to my dismay, this is exactly why I had stopped spoiling my toys; they never had a voice. I hated having to make all the decisions, dammit I have do it all day long for pretty much the free world. Why can't someone else tell me what I'm going to do?

Oh right, that's not how it goes.

I felt an arm slid around my bare midsection, I had not bothered to put my shirt back on, before her face followed suit pressing into my abdomen. I placed my free hand on her back, rubbing small circles into her upper back; she still had a firm grip on my other one.

"You're so warm." She mumbled into my skin.

As I held her right hand I now realized she had on a ring, it was just a plain metal one with an engraving. I inspected it before trying to slide it off to get a better look at the lettering. She quickly jerked her hand away, balling her hand up in a fist, "Please don't, it's all I have left of my mother." She hesitantly stated.

What can more can I say?

The girl is odd.

~i~

Shego awaked to the sound someone pounding on her bedroom door, and the smothering feeling of someone on top of her. Blondie was sprawled out on the mercenary, her face buried in the thief's neck, blissfully unaware of the chaos in arising. The mercenary rolled the girl off, before sliding out of the bed and stumbling over to the door.

Shego adjusted her bra then unlocked the door, one of her Crewlguards barged in only to freeze as his eyes rested on the nude sleeping girl. He whipped his towards the mercenary, meeting her fist half way as she punched him in the jaw. The thief hated when someone barged into her room, especially when she had a girl over; she never did like to share her toys.

"The hell do you think you're doing beating my door down at fucking four in the morning?" Shego quietly asked, grabbing her guard by the collar and dragging him out into the hall, closing the door behind her.

He was stunned for a moment before picking himself up recoiling from the event, "Sorry for the intrusion, Ma'am. But Kim Possible has been captured."

Shego scoffed, Kimmie was 'captured' once a month, it was like her period, it caused many a headache and the frustration from all the fake Kims made her even more bitchy than usual, "Oh please Donald, we both know it isn't her, damn those citizen arrests."

"Anne is positive it is her daughter, she's never taken interest in one of the other Kims has she had this one. Besides she's taken a DNA test and the results backed up her claim." Donald reported, rubbing his now sore chin.

Before either could say another word the door opened and a still naked Blondie stepped out, latching onto Shego. The girl began to mumble something incoherently into the older woman's chest about the mercenary coming back to bed. Shego glared at Donald and his wandering eyes as she escorted her guest back into the bedroom.

Have any questions? Any Ideas on what you think is going to happen? Review and tell me. ~

TaintedFlare: Oh no, who IS Blondie?

Dmnchild1029: Well I do believe we know why she saved the girl, or at least I hope I made that clear.

It is a lot of girls, although she gets one every other week so that's just… 130 girls… Oh well, William (pimp) gets a shipment of girls in every so often so she really doesn't have to recycle.

Are still sure Blondie is Kim? Really?

Do I just love screwing with your mind? I think I do.

Oh yes, I've hated Will since the series, so I finally get my revenge in my writings.

Poor Shego hardly ever has any fun, I'd be stressed out too~

Lilbit1016: Her sickness isn't really that bad… or is it? If anything its just stress mixed in with a few other factors.

Honulicious: Or perhaps she just has a thing for redheads and is looking for Kim to kill her. Or you're right, and I'm just trying to throw you off, or I just said that to make you question yourself and now you're really confused.

Yes, it's hard to get a straight answer from me, but I think it adds to the mystery and the frustration that you can't figure out what's going to happen and that is what brings you guys back. TeeHee~