Of all Possible Worlds 3

Previous chapters AYASEMF 62-63

"A lock of hair?" Monique asked.

"I'm crewing a research ship with clones," Ron explained, "it cuts down on the costs, but it can also attract the wrong sort of attention. So, I'm collecting hair from my friends to add a little variety to the clones so we can avoid that."

"Is this a college thing or are you doing it to raise money for college?" Monique asked curiously.

"It's actually a little of both. Dr Drakken is going to be tutoring me, and he's fully accredited, while I learn a variety of jobs and get paid for it," Ron replied.

"Work study?" Monique said as she considered the idea.

"Basically," Ron replied, "just more intense than most of the programs and a lot more fun."

"No problems working with Drakken?" Monique asked curiously.

"Nah, Dr D is a pretty cool guy when he's not trying to be evil," Ron assured her.

"Sounds like you lucked out," Monique said. "I'll donate some hair to the cause."

"Coolness," Ron said cheerfully.

"Oh Ron," Bonnie called out.

Ron turned around and Bonnie was standing in the dressing room with the door wide open. His jaw dropped.

"It's a simple and practical bra and panty combo," Bonnie explained while turning around to make sure he got a good long look, "it's comfortable and durable, perfect for working in."

"I was under the impression Bonnie wasn't exactly fond of old Ron," Monique noted, surprised.

"It's a little more complicated than that," Tara said. "Bonnie has her own unique ways of showing affection and encouraging people to do better."

Bonnie came out of the dressing room, dressed once more and handed the still stunned Ron the underwear she'd just been wearing. "Seven sets per clone should cover all the bases."

"Warm," Ron said absently as Bonnie smirked.

"Well… she's definitely encouraging him now," Monique said.

"Tara, you're up," Bonnie said, as she walked over to the two girls. "Remember it has to be comfortable for doing some serious manual labor in."

"You just pulled up the first set off the rack," Tara pointed out.

Bonnie nodded. "I know my sizes and I have an eye for quality. Just because they aren't high fashion doesn't mean I'm ignorant of the brand or what the reviews on it are."

"Normally that's my job," Monique said.

"And you cater the common folk quite well," Bonnie said haughtily.

Monique's eyes narrowed until she caught the way the corner of Bonnie's lips twitched and realized she was just messing with her.

Ron managed to recover and passed Monique the underwear Bonnie had handed him. "I need thirty-five of these," he said.

"They come fifty to a case with a fifteen percent discount," Monique pointed out. "That comes with free delivery, so you aren't carrying boxes of women's underwear through the mall."

"And we're looking at four boxes," Ron said. "Good looking out."

"Four?" Monique asked. "Who'd you get for the fourth?"

"Drakken is making the clones so you can expect Kim clones to be mixed in as well," Ron explained. "I think Shego likes using them as maids to help make up for all the times Kim has beat her, just don't tell her I said that."

"Makes sense," Bonnie agreed. "I know having a clone of her scrubbing the toilets would soothe my ego."

"And you are an expert on egos," Monique said. "Are you going to be ok working with clones of Kim after your breakup?" she asked Ron.

"It wasn't that bad a breakup," he assured her. "Plus, I was planning on dying their hair, maybe adding some tattoos, and basically altering their looks so they would look like someone else."

"R-Ron," Tara's voice called out hesitantly.

Ron turned towards the dressing room and Tara posed, looking far more confident than she felt in a black demi-bra and panty combo, slowly turning to give him the full effect.

"Is he still breathing?" Monique asked.

Bonnie got a mischievous look on her face and pulled a peacock feather out of a centerpiece on one of the racks and poked Ron with it.

*Thud*

"Ha, you actually could knock him over with a feather," Bonnie said, putting it back and giving Tara a big thumbs up.

"Using a demi-bra is kinda cheatin'," Monique said, amused.

Bonnie shook her head as Ron recovered and climbed to his feet. "No, Tara actually finds them more comfortable than normal bras, and we want comfort."

Tara stepped out of the dressing room, smiling broadly and blushing as she passed Ron her choice of underwear.

"A case of these?" Monique asked Ron as she pried his hands open to retrieve the undergarments.

"Yeah," Ron agreed, taking a few deep breaths to center himself.

"You also need a set for me and Kim," Monique reminded him.

"I'm willing to bet you know her sizes better than I do, not to mention your own," Ron said.

"True," Monique admitted, "besides I think you've been teased enough for the moment without me joining in."

"I'm relieved and disappointed," Ron said. "I could probably use a cold shower."

"Four cases?" she asked to confirm his order.

"Four cases," he agreed, taking out his wallet and removing his credit card.

"A platinum card?" Bonnie noted surprised.

"Investment group," he reminded her. "Also, buy the set they tried on," he told Monique, passing her the card.

"Buying yourself a souvenir?" Bonnie teased, making Tara blush bright red.

"No, you," Ron replied, trying and failing to push down his own blush.

"That's very thoughtful of you," Tara said.

"Where am I sending them?" Monique asked.

"Captains Hill lair," Ron replied. "That's actually the name of his address. It's some weird postal thing the post office does for heroes and villains."

"Well, it is kinda hard to mis-address this way, and the last thing you want is for some critical part to be mis-delivered or some kid to accidentally get his hands on a death ray," Monique said.

"Huh," Ron said thoughtfully, "that would explain things."

"Even the government can't screw things up all the time," Bonnie offered.

"I bet the postal workers who had toe routes with those addresses just slipped the role in place without telling anyone and no one questioned it," Tara offered. "You can get away with a lot when no one is watching and what you're doing makes sense."

"Don't I know it," Ron agreed, thinking about how Kim distracted everyone so he could either sabotage something or press a self-destruct button.

"All done," Monique said, "and my biggest commission to date."

"Happy to help," Ron said.

Monique passed two small bags to the girls. "What's your next stop? If you don't mind me asking."

"S-Mart," Ron replied. "We have the underclothes, now we need the over clothes."

Tara giggled.

"Also hair dye, piercings, a tattoo gun, scissors," Bonnie listed off. "Oh, and I definitely want to help you give the clones makeovers."

"Almost forgot all of that," Ron admitted.

"At least one Kim is getting a Mohawk and tribal tattoos on her face like Mike Tyson," Bonnie said. "Also, some spiked accessories. I want to see if she can pull off the punk look."

Ron considered that. "OK, but we'll do the same to one of your clones as well."

Bonnie stopped her knee-jerk reaction to the idea and considered it. "Long green hair on one side, and red stubble on the other, and a series of rose vine tattoos."

Everyone turned to stare at her.

"Think Punk Poison Ivy," she explained.

"That would be awesome," Ron admitted.

"You two are having way too much fun with the idea," Monique said.

"I don't think I can pull off punk," Tara said. "Grunge?"

"80's grunge," Bonnie said thoughtfully. "Maybe, we'll have to see."

"I have a better idea," Ron said with a grin.

"What?" Tara asked curiously.

"Goth," he said, prompting a wave of laughter.

Tara grinned. "You should see the pictures of when I dressed as Elvira."

"As I recall, your dad wouldn't even let you out of the house," Bonnie said.

Tara just smiled and Ron got a far off look in his eyes.

One visit to S-Mart and a dozen thrift stores later…

"Good god that was a lot of shopping," Ron said wearily.

"Even for me it was a bit excessive," Bonnie admitted.

"I need a foot rub in the worst way," Tara groaned.

Stomachs rumbled.

"And food," Tara added.

"I vote we go to a sleazy hotel and order room service," Ron said. "Who's with me?"

"Me!" Tara said instantly.

"Why a sleazy one?" Bonnie asked.

"Nice hotels have people watching them to see if celebrities show up," Ron replied.

"And sleazy ones don't?" Bonnie asked sarcastically.

"Exactly," Ron said. "The only people who watch sleazy hotels are detectives, taking pictures of cheating spouses or police staking out a location."

"And that's the only reason?" Bonnie asked suspiciously.

"No," Ron admitted, "sleazy hotels are also the only ones who still have vibrating beds."

"Oh, dear god, that sounds like heaven," Bonnie admitted.

Ron started up the rental truck and slowly pulled into traffic. A small red sports car waited a few seconds before pulling out after them. The redhead driving the car followed them, continuing to stay three cars behind.

"The Crazy Eight motel?!" she exclaimed in shock as she saw the truck pull into the half full parking lot.

She forced herself to circle around the block twice before pulling in, choosing to park beside a large black van that hid her car from view of the rental truck.

"Wade, this is Kim," she said into her kimmunicator. "I need you to hack into the front desk of the Crazy Eight motel."

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"This way ladies," Ron said cheerfully as he ushered them into the hotel room.

"I did not know this level of tacky existed outside of Fashion Hell," Bonnie said in stark disbelief as she took in the 50's cowboy kitsch decor.

"I've seen worse," Ron replied as he closed the door.

"Whatever you do, don't tell me about it," Bonnie said seriously.

Ron chuckled. "Fine, I won't."

"Who has quarters?" Tara asked collapsing forwards onto one of the two beds, causing the flannel patterned comforter to flare.

Ron took two rolls of quarters out of his jacket pocket and broke one open on the rough wooden nightstand.

"Don't forget the pizza. Now, coin us," Bonnie ordered, imitating Tara on the second bed.

Ron chuckled and fed a dollar in quarters into each bed, setting them vibrating. He picked up the phone and ordered several large pizzas while the girls made various noises, just to see how they sounded as the vibrations distorted their voices.

"This is wonderful, but my feet are still killing me," Bonnie complained, sounding like she was talking into a fan. "Got a solution to that?" she asked, kicking off her shoes.

Pretending not to know that she was hinting at wanting him to rub her feet, he replied, "Of course."

Bonnie's smile turned into a confused frown when he picked up the phone. "Hello, front desk?"

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"He just…" Wade's voice trailed off.

"Just what?" Kim asked, wishing they'd left the blinds open in the room.

"Kim, should you really be stalking Ron like this?" Wade asked nervously.

"What did he do?" Kim asked ignoring his question.

Wade sighed. "He just ordered two girls sent to his room," the young hacker admitted.

"He what?!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

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"Um, Ron?" Tara spoke up timidly while Bonnie just lay there speechless.

"Yeah, Tara?" he replied curiously.

"I admit I may have thought about me, you, and Bonnie once or twice," she said shyly causing Bonnie to stare at her in shock, "but it was always like, I was planning a surprise for you and you came home early, so I had to hide in the closet..."

"Yeah," Ron said encouraging her to go on.

"And then while I'm peeking through a crack in the door you come in with Bonnie and you're both all over each other," Tara said, a distant look in her eyes.

"And then?" Bonnie asked, surprised she'd said that.

"And then I am stuck watching as you strip -"

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

The three jumped and Ron hurried to the door, finding it was the pizza they'd ordered. He quickly paid the delivery boy and put the pizzas on the table.

"Continue," Bonnie ordered, as Ron retook his seat.

"Well, the point I was trying to make was while I… um, don't mind someone I… care about being… involved," Tara said blushing, "the idea of strangers leaves me cold."

"I second that," Bonnie said firmly.

"I completely agree," Ron said, having to try and subtly adjust himself as his pants were feeling way too tight at the moment. "The girls aren't for 'that' at all."

Bonnie and Tara exchanged confused glances.

"Then what are they for?" Bonnie asked.

Ron just grinned. "It's a surprise."

"Do we have to hide in the closet?" Tara asked.

"Um, no," Ron said adjusting himself.

"Is it kinky?" Bonnie asked suspiciously. "You did specifically request the have short nails, after all."

"Not remotely," Ron assured her. "In fact, I will say if you don't like the surprise, I'll send them away, deal?"

"Deal," Bonnie agreed.

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"Um, Kim?" Wade said nervously.

"Yeah, what is it?" she replied distractedly as she spotted the two street walkers headed towards Ron's room.

"I was listening to the police scanner... they're running a prostitution sting out of the Crazy Eight right now," he said softly.

She paused as she watched the two girls, probably undercover police officers, enter Ron's room. "What do I do?!" she asked anxiously.

Typing by: fyrewolf5 (had to stop typing a couple times to laugh, poor confused KP, really need to do something about that ego.)

Omake/preview the delivery:

"Dear, did you order a shops worth of lingerie?" Drakken asked curiously as he opened one of the boxes that had just been delivered.

Shego looked over in confusion, only to see Drakken pull out a set of underwear that clearly was not her size or color. She walked over to Drakken igniting one hand in green plasma and asked, far too calmly "Dear, why are you holding another woman's underwear? Do we need to play another game of 'Make Drakken go ouch'?"

TN: Wasn't sure if you crossed out that section because it didn't fit well there, or because you changed your mind on the scene for the future, but since I could still make it out, I read it and it gave me a bit of a plot bunny, so I had to expand it a little. Feel free to use, modify, or remove it.

AN: The timing was wrong so I removed it. I was thinking of using it in a later chapter.

AN2: I have reached the end of yet another Fragments file… so what do I name the next one?