Kim Possible Porn Story: Taken Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Easy Assignment
Lick It Up
by
KISS
Yeah, yeah,
Dont wanna wait till you know me better,
Lets just be glad for the time together,
Lifes such a treat and its time you taste it,
There aint no reason at all to waste it, it aint a crime to be good to yourself,
Lick it up, lick it up, oohhh, ooohhh, oh, Its only right now,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ooo yeah,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, ohh, cmon, cmon,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh,
Dont need to wait for an invitation,
You got to live like youre on vacation,
Its something sweet, you can always want it,
Lick it up, whoo, lick it up,
Its all you need, so believe me, honey, it aint a crime to be good to yourself,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, its only right now,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, ohhhh yeah, yeah,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, cmon, cmon,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, COME ON!
Its only right now,
Its only right now,
Ohhh, yeah, ohhh yeah, ohhh yeah, ohhh yeah, YEAH, YEAH!
Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, WHEW!
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, its only right now,
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
Lick it up, lick it up, ohhh, ohhh, oh, cmon, cmon,
Lick it up, lick it up, YEAHHHHHHHHHHH! OW! WHEW!
Ron was sitting in the living room of his apartment when he heard a knocking at the door, he walked to it, and opened it, to find three of his old friends from his government days standing at the door.
What happened, did you forget, Ron-man? Brick Flagg asked, looking at the man who dragged his fat out of the fire on more than one occasion.
What are you talking about, Brick? Ron asked the tall, well built blonde, who he now recognized, was holding a grocery bag, filled with celery, and red wine.
Oh, come on, Ron, dont tell me you forgot, Steve Barkin explained, now looking at Ron carefully, what happens when were in Los Angeles, red meat, red wine, did you forget the drill already?
Damn, Ron cursed, Im sorry guys, I did forget, got a lot on my mind now.
Like what? Josh Mankey asked.
Like me and Kim, getting engaged. Ron replied to the shocked faces present.
YOURE JOKING?! Brick said aloud.
Nope . . . asked her last night. Ron replied, as he led the group of friends to the patio, and fired up his grill.
Its about time, if you ask me . . . I mean, how long have you two been dating? Since High School? Josh asked.
About that. Ron replied.
If you ask me, you waited just a little too long, Ron. Barkin stated plainly.
Well, enough about my personal life . . . you three dont usually come here unless you got something coming down the pike, what is it this time? Ron asked, getting right down to business.
Uh-uh. Brick stated calmly, you know the deal, dinner first.
Oh alright, you guys are always wanting to mooch my grill for this kind of stuff anyway. Ron replied, now checking to see if the grill was hot enough, he then placed some very delicious sirloin steaks on the grill, and began cooking.
Fifteen minutes later:
The friends were sitting on lounge chairs on the patio, drinking a glass of red wine each, as Barkin finally looked to Ron, and began to speak.
We got a call from the manager of some big shot musician, wants us to work security for her concert here in Los Angeles. he stated, still looking at the young man to his left.
Man, Im retired, guys, cmon. Ron replied.
True, but Renton couldnt make this one, so, were one short, itll be an easy assignment, Ron, its not like were going into Beirut again, right? Josh stated.
Hey, dont pin that one on me. Ron replied.
Yeah, but you were the one that decided to hop a plane back to Middleton because it was Kims birthday. Brick responded.
And you know Ive never missed KPs birthday. Ron replied.
Yeah, and the director wasnt happy with you flying 9000 miles back to the states either. Barkin replied.
Okay, okay . . . you got me, but only one dance. Ron replied, smiling.
Okay, meat us at the Beverly Palm Hotel, five oclock sharp tomorrow. Josh stated.
No problem, Josh, and keep your head down this time, huh? Ron replied, giving Josh a wry smile.
Five oclock the following afternoon:
Ron walked into the Beverly Palm Hotel on time. Looking at his wristwatch, he noticed that the others were late.
I do hope they didnt leave me hanging. Ron sighed, looking around, thats when he caught sight of Brick Flagg, walking toward him.
About time you got here, Ron. Brick stated.
What do you mean, Im on time, for once. Ron replied.
You mean all the time . . . were just waiting on Josh . . . I swear, that guys always late . . . wonder who hes sleeping with this time? Brick replied, shaking his head, as Josh came running through the lobby door, his hair disheveled, and his face in bad need of a razor.
Damn, man, you look like you had a rough night in Baghdad. Ron stated.
Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious. Josh replied, in a very tired voice.
What happened, Josh, oversleep . . . again? Barkin asked, now walking out of the elevator, with Britina directly behind him.
Hey, Britina, whats up? Ron asked, looking at the young woman he helped twice when he and Kim worked as a team in High School.
Oh, same old thing, Ron . . . youre one of my bodyguards tonight? Britina asked, smiling.
Sure am. Ron replied.
Cool. Britina stated, smiling as they headed for a set of two Cadillac Esclades parked in front of the lobby doors.
At the Staples Center:
The arrival went smoothly, as Ron, and his friends settled into the green room, located near the stairs that led up to the stage, they were playing cards, and relaxing, when Rons cell phone went off.
Uh-oh . . . gotta take it, its Kim. Ron stated, looking at the caller ID.
Oh, sure, no problem. Brick stated, a slightly sarcastic tone to his voice.
Go right ahead. Josh added, with the same slightly sarcastic tone to his voice.
Assholes. Ron replied, as he walked out of the door. The three remaining men in the room began laughing.
Whats up, KP? Ron asked.
I thought we were going to have dinner tonight, Ron? Kim asked.
Oh shit . . . sorry, Kim . . . I forgot . . . I got pulled away for extra security at a concert tonight. Ron replied.
The Britina concert at the Staples Center? Kim asked.
Yeah, howd you know? Ron asked.
Because I can hear the music. Kim replied.
Sorry, Kim . . . but its an easy 20 large. Ron replied.
Alright, but you owe me big for this one, Ron Stoppable, and youd better deliver, or your little friend will definitely be serving solo duty tonight. Kim replied.
No problem, Kim . . . lunch tomorrow? Ron asked.
Sure, where? Kim asked.
How about that little bistro near your office? Ron asked.
Deal . . . as long as youre buying. Kim replied.
You bet, Ron stated, a smile coming to his voice, 12:30 be okay?
Of course . . . see you then, babe. Kim replied, a sultry edge to her voice.
Ill be there. Ron stated.
Love you, hon . . . bye. Kim stated.
Love you too. Ron replied, hanging up the phone, and cutting off the connection.
When Ron walked back into the green room, he was instantly heckled by his friends.
So, Ron . . . whens the wedding? Brick asked.
Any ideas on the honeymoon? Josh said, with a laugh in his voice.
Hey, Ron . . . hope you got your little friend ready to go, because I heard that the first night of the honeymoon can get a little steamy. Barkin stated, a hint of mirth to his voice.
Oh, you guys are just a barrel of laughs, you know that, right? Ron replied, sitting down.
Were just joking with you, Ron, Brick stated, besides, Bonnie would kill me if we didnt put in an appearance at your wedding.
So, when is it? Josh asked.
June 15th. Ron replied.
Five months away, nice planning, Ron. Barkin replied, smiling, and thumping Ron on the back.
Thanks, Mr. B. Ron replied, making the older gentleman smile.
At the end of the concert:
Britina walked down the stairs carefully, so as not to fall, wearing three inch spike heels, it would be an easy way to break a leg. She walked up to her manager, and gave him a big hug, before being led by Barkin, and Josh through the small knot of people, and toward Ron, who was waiting to escort her to her waiting car.
It was all going smoothly, until the sound of a latch being opened caught Barkins attention. He spun around quickly to see that a gate that shouldve been locked was now wide open, and letting in the crowd from the arena floor on the other side.
Who the hell opened that gate? Ron, get her out of here, you got the lead. Barkin shouted, as he looked at Ron, who quickly got the message, and began leading Britina toward the rear exit.
Come on, Ron . . . theyre my fans. Britina stated, smiling.
Yeah, and Rebecca Schaefer was killed by one of her fans, if you get my meaning. Ron replied, referring to the tragedy of an actress that was killed in front of her home by a deranged fan.
Okay, okay, I got it. Britina replied, allowing herself to be ushered out of the building, but something made her stop rather quickly, as she was pushed aside, she caught a flash of something, but that flash was all she saw.
Within seconds, Ron had pushed Britina out of the way, and against the wall beside her, as Ron grabbed a knife, with a hand still attached to it, he pulled hard, and a young man came lunging out of the shadows, Ron then pushed his entire body weight into the man, and doubled up his right hand, connecting with the back of his hand against the young mans jaw, causing him to expose a 12 inch long Bowie knife. Ron then acted fast, grabbing the young man both above, and below the elbow, and in a very quick movement, he twisted the young mans arm around, breaking the bones above, and below the elbow joint cleanly, he then took his left hand, placed it at the base of the young mans neck, spun him around, and took him to the floor.
BRICK!! Ron screamed out, as he had the young man held down to the floor with one knee.
Brick came running in at the sound of his name, and Ron quickly took Britina to the car, jumped into the back seat, and closed the door. The car took off for the hotel at a high rate of speed, followed by two police cars, one in front, and one in back.
Inside of the car, Ron grabbed a can of orange juice, and handed it to Britina.
Here, drink this, the sugar will help take the edge off the shock. Ron explained, handing Britina the can. She took a very timid sip from the can.
Come on, come on, more. Ron replied, tipping the orange juice back a little more.
Britina took a large gulp from the can, moved it away from her face, and began to break down in tears.
Its okay . . . its alright. Ron stated, taking Britina into his arms to comfort her.
Shh . . . its okay . . . its all over. Ron said soothingly.
Later on, at the hotel:
Brick . . . Josh . . . Rambo. Barkin stated, handing out plain manila envelopes to the three men, as Ron got his last.
Come on, Ron, why dont you go with us, you still got the touch, and theres more of this to be had. Brick stated, holding up his envelope full of money.
No, Brick . . . you know the reason why I retired, lets leave it at that. Ron replied.
Well, Well be paying a visit in you soon, bud. Josh stated, thumping Ron on the back, as the group of friends began leaving, as Ron turned to walk away, a voice caught his attention.
Mr. Stoppable . . . said a young man, who was sticking his head out of Britinas suite door, she wants to talk to you.
Ron turned, and walked back into the room, as Britina walked in, wearing a white terry cloth robe over her shoulders, it was knotted shut in front, and she was carrying Rons black leather trenchcoat.
Here. She said, handing Ron back his coat, smiling.
Thanks. Ron replied.
Hows Kim these days . . . ever since she retired . . . Britina asked, looking at Ron.
Oh, shes doing fine, Ron replied, works as an Exchange Officer at a bank here in LA. Ron replied.
Good . . . hey, listen, does she still want to be a singer? Britina asked.
Yeah. Ron replied.
You know, its not what everyone thinks it is . . . after the glam wears off, its a lot of hotel rooms, and airports. Britina replied.
Its what she wants. Ron replied.
Well, if its what she wants, then take this, Britina said, pushing a business card into Rons hands, the top number is Gio, my vocal coach, if he says she can sing, then she can sing, the bottom number is my manager, Mark, if Gio clears her, Mark will make sure she gets a shot.
Thanks. Ron stated.
No, Ron . . . thank you. Britina stated, leaning on tip toes and kissing Ron on the cheek.
Chapter 1 of a brand new story, and yes, folks, this is based off the Liam Neeson movie of the same name, a very good flick, but its based more on the unrated version of the movie, rather than the theatrical version, so, sit back, and watch, as things start happening, and we see a side of Ron that few know he possesses.
As always, please review,
Doug