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“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Put your hands together and whip that cash out for… Kimmy Cupcakes!”
On a particularly busy night in one of Middleton’s local strip clubs known as “The Sweet Escape”, the dense crowd roared like wild animals as the curtains parted and the spotlight shined down on the star of the show, the girl of the hour, the one a good chunk of the adult male population has lost much of their salaries for. The teenage redhead that everyone assumed was just an impersonator because no one would expect the real Kim Possible to dance naked for some bands.
Kim surveyed the crowd with her brightest showstopper smile, her body language giving way to confidence and pride in her skills and her work. She showed off her slim, yet toned body with nothing but a thin string green micro bikini, with a top that did little to hold her small, perky breasts and barely covered her erect nipples and a matching thong that was no more than a string that got lost between her firm, jiggly butt cheeks and her smooth, puffy vulva. She may not be as voluptuous as some of her fellow dancers but that didn’t stop men from practically killing each other just to lay a finger on her.
Kim strutted down the runway, her hips swaying and capturing every eye in the room, even turning the heads of those that were looking at other strippers. Once she reached that shining silver pole, her true domain, she clasped her fingers on it, pausing and watching every man with their eyes glued to her hold their breaths in anticipation. And then she was off.
And she could never get enough of it. What was supposed to be a simple after-school side job to save up for a car turned into a passion she had been cultivating for months. Maybe it was because of the wealth of attention she got while she performed her cheerleader routines during Middleton High’s football games and recognizing the way some, or even most men looked at her was she able to take to stripping like a fish to water and found herself in a dirtier, more thrilling evolution to her love of engaging in gymnastics before a crowd.
It was a miracle how Kim even got the job in the first place. The owner was a slightly chubby balding man with a bit of a gut that she nicknamed Q-Bald. Though he was a bit skeptical about her claim of having “just turned eighteen yesterday” was convinced thanks to the fake, authentic ID courtesy of Wade. And he was even more convinced when he asked her to “perform” for him in his office. She gave him one Hell of a show, going so far as to strip all her clothes off and making sure he got a good view of all her “assets”, even spreading her cheeks and her tasty little holes. And she knew very well what she was doing to him.
During her interview she didn’t realize how aroused she got from being seen dancing so lewdly until she ended up straddling her would-be boss for a lap dance and got her juices all over his khaki shorts. Then it turned out, said shorts harbored a rather tall, solid bulge.
“Ahh-ahhh, yes! Pound this barely legal pussy, you old perv!”
Recognizing their mutual needs, one thing led to another and she was bent over a desk, a condom-covered cock shoved into her tight, young cunt. About five minutes of his hips smacking into her pert cheeks later, he buried himself balls deep as he blew chunks of his spunk into the rubber.
“Gahhh, I love barely legal teen sluts that know how to work it… fuuhh, I bet that tight lil pussy got you straight A’s every year.” Kim recalled Q-Bald groaning into her ear that day, smelling the cheap beer and cigarettes on his breath.
He wasn’t totally wrong. Kim wasn’t a slut by any means, she didn’t have the time to have sex every day or even every week, but she got it when she could. Either from her fellow agents as a way to unwind after a mission or from classmates at school or even a few attractive teachers whose classes she was struggling in or who just folded under no pressure.
Kim huffed a laugh. “Y-Yeah… so do I have the job?”
He nodded, his big nose rubbing against her sweaty shoulder blade. “Heck yeah and then some… man, I didn’t even tell you that you could fuck customers to get more money if ya wanted to.”
“Doesn’t that basically make me a hooker at that point?”
Q-Bald shook his head. “Key phrase ‘if ya wanted to’. Heck, usually I have to ask the girls to like… do that stuff with me during the interview if they’re willing to. But you? Heck you jumped me first!”
Kim laughed anxiously. “Heh, yeah I got a little carried away there. Might not do that for every John that makes it rain on me, though.”
He shrugged. “Hey, no prob, I dig the energy anyways. But even if you don’t do it now, you might change your mind later. They all do eventually.”
That interview always stuck with her. Not the sex part, she considered that just “okay” and the dude wasn’t big or long lasting as she would have liked, but she was willing to endure it to get some extra cash. No, it was because it clarified one thing for her: the male gaze got her gushing like crazy.
Kim could barely hide how wet she was from all the men whooping and hollering as she hung upside down on her pole, her legs splitting horizontally in two perfect ninety-degree angles. Then with expert dexterity, her lower body dropped forward, her legs bending and she landed back on the platform right side up on her knees, giving those in front of her the perfect view of her barely covered cunt. A small group cheered and whistled in front of her, wads of cash in hand as they made it rain all over her. Some even tried reaching out to her, but just barely came up short, as she teasingly pulled herself away before they could lay a finger on her.
Kim returned to her feet, turning around as she bent over on her pole, throwing that perky, bouncy ass back and making those plump cheeks clap. Every time her booty parted, she’d give the men a brief flash of her barely covered holes peeking from behind the thin nylon of her g-string, surely making their pants uncomfortably tight.
In the midst of her trance-like state while dancing, something in the crowd caught Kim’s eye. A man, average build and middle aged looks in a shirt and tie, probably just fresh out of his nine to five office job, flashes a crisp Benjamin. Even through the neon and dim lighting of the club, she could spot it miles away.
Immediately, she got down from the stage, the men parting a path for her as if they knew what was going on. Kim approached the man, hands on her hips and standing with her sexiest smirk.
“Hey there, hot stuff. I see you calling me, flashing that fresh hundred. You want a private dance don’t ya?”
He confirmed her suspicions with an eager nod. She took his bill and slipped it in her g-string and before long, the teen pulled him by the hand through the club until they reached one of the private rooms in the back. It consisted purely of a black leather couch, a matching footrest, and a nightstand with a drawer for "certain supplies". But Kim never needed to use a lot of them.
As the man lounged on the couch, arms over the edge, Kim started to do her thing. Arms raised, her body undulated lewdly in the pink and purple neon lit room, all the captivating features of her slim, youthful form held the man's gaze hostage. She slowly spun around, her hips swaying sensually until her whole back was turned. Naturally, the man's eyes were laser focused on her mostly bare bottom, getting a hefty eyeful of her fair cheeks.
Kim continued moving those hips and the man was far too focused on her butt to realize how close it was getting. He was taken off guard the moment she suddenly plopped her rear right on his lap, laying the back of her head on his shoulder, their cheeks nearly touching. She starts grinding her hips, her bouncy bottom rubbing against the crotch of his slacks. She bit her lip as she felt a bulge building under her butt.
"You can touch me, y'know..." Kim whispered sweetly in his ear, her hot breath leaving him shuddering.
Then she spun around until she started facing him directly and straddling his lap. He lowered his arms from the couch and tentatively reached out to her, his larger hands cupping her butt cheeks.
"Mmm, that's it hon... Go on, give 'em a lil squeeze..."
He does just that and Kim gives a playful little mewl. She almost wanted to giggle at how she felt his dick quiver under his pants when she did that. The man clenched his fingers on her perky cheeks a little harder and she decided to grind him faster and harder, almost like she was riding him. He must have interpreted that way too, because he started to hump against her motions, his arousal overtaking him.
"Mmm... Betcha want more, don'tcha hon?" Kim asked him.
"Y-Yes, please!" The guy croaked.
"Got another hundred on you?"
The guy practically scrambled to dig his wallet from his pocket and sure enough he had another one for her. She immediately took it and put it in her g-string next to the one she took earlier. She pulled away from his lap before reaching to the zipper on his pants and pulling it down. Before he knew it, the teenage stripper pulled both his pants and his underwear down to his thighs and his erection came springing out.
Kim was a tad disappointed that he wasn't as big as she had hoped. Maybe four or even five inches if she was generous. Regardless, she was already this far, she might as well keep going. She sat on the couch beside him, her body flushed against his own as he began groping her breasts.
Spitting on her palm, she reached out and closed her fingers around his cock as it barely fit in her hand. She didn't have to move her arm so much and it wasn’t thick enough to feel satisfying to hold. She hoped that this would end soon.
"You like that... Daddy?"
Kim purred into his ear, putting on the cutest voice she could muster. She heard him shudder a breath and felt his cock throb, so she knew that did the trick, like it always did. Especially since he started to buck his hips into her jerking motions and gripped her tits even harder. It felt nice, but not nice enough.
"Ah-ahhh, shit!"
He exclaimed and in the next second, his dick started spurting weak, thin strings of cum all over himself, staining his slacks. Kim nearly rolled her eyes at how even his orgasm wasn't pleasing to look at. Certainly not the kind she'd like to rain all over her face.
The guy wiped himself down and after a short exchange, he was up and out of her hair. Even if their time together was short, Kim thought, “finally”.
And that was pretty much an average day at the Sweet Escape. Every now and then a “high roller” would come in and flash a few hundreds. Kim would get hooked on the prospect of a good payday and when she brought them to the back, none of them were as “big” as their wallets were.
Kim was aware of her option to have sex with clients to milk more cash, but unlike her peers, she had standards and none of them captivated her enough. Which was a shame because she thought the idea of her, as a stripper, having sex in a strip club was hot. Unfortunately, the average customer was not.
Kim thought that would change when another guy caught her attention while he was fishing for hers. He was actually good looking, well-dressed, and had a nice body to boot! She thought she hit the jackpot, and not just because of the wad of Franklin’s he flashed.
Kim felt the waterfall between her legs and the green in her eyes. She needed to stake her claim on this sight for sore eyes as soon as possible. She was dressed perfectly for the occasion, a green high cut tank top that bared her torso up to the bottom half of her breasts and a blue thong. She immediately beelined to where he was sitting.
“Hey there, handsome. Wow, you’re the whole package, aren’t ya?” Kim greeted in her usual seductive manner.
“Heh. Could say the same about you, dollface. I was hoping I’d… get an audience with the hottest girl here. Show her a good time after she gave me the best show of the night.” He replied, smooth and suave like she hoped he would.
She giggled. “Well here I am. I hope you got the goods to back up your promise.”
“How bout this?” He said as he flashed that same wad of cash.
“A man after my own heart. Lemme show you my appreciation somewhere more… private.”
Kim and her client were all smiles as she led him through the crowded booming strip club. Even through the joyful shouts and the deafening music, she could hear comments of jealousy directed towards her and her would-be “The One”. As she guided him through the back halls, she came up to her boss’s office door and, like the excited daughter eager to tell her dad about a great achievement, she just had to tell him.
“Q-Bald! I found the One!”
Kim joyfully announced as she barged into Q-Bald’s office and of course he was fuckin one of her co-workers. This was such a regular occurrence, she barely batted an eye.
“Wait, hold that thought, Kimmy baby… I’m bout to blow in a bit.”
Q-Bald bent one of the dancers over his desk, slamming his wrapped up cock into her lubed up asshole. A short, tanned blonde skater chick from California who used the name Stripes because of the single dyed streak in her hair.
“Ooh dude, you’re gonna break my butt at this rate!” Stripes moaned.
“Urrrgh well ready or not, here it comes!”
Q-Bald let out a guttural growl as he slammed his hips forward, shooting ropes into the condom as it caught every drop, not a single one even touching Stripes’s asshole. The man pulled out and fell back into his chair, removing and tying up the cum-bloated piece of protective rubber before tossing it in his waistbasket with the others.
“Stripes, ya mind?” The boss vaguely asked.
“Oh right. Gotcha, boss.”
Stripes got on her knees and captured the man’s meat between her lips, bobbing her head back and forth as she slurped the remaining cum off his cock. The man sighed as he laid his hand on the back of his employee’s head.
“You were sayin’?” Q-Bald turned his attention back to Kim.
“I found the one! He’s hot, he’s fit, he’s rich! The whole nine yards!” Kim repeated with the same enthusiasm.
“H-Hey that’s great! You ah- finally gonna pop your cherry with him?” He huffed his question in fatigue.
“Heck yeah! He’s got a big wad! And maybe he’s got a big dick, too.”
“Wait, you’ve never banged dude before, Kim?” Stripes asked.
“Oh I have. Plenty. Just not here.” Kim clarified.
“A-Alright… stay safe in there, Kimmy Baby! And make sure you milk him for all he’s worth!”
“You know I will! And not just the money either. Wish me luck!” Kim quickly slipped away, shutting the door behind her.
Kim returned to her man to take him to the area with all the “private rooms”. One could hear feminine moans coming out of a number of them, which turned this regular strip club into a brothel.
As soon as Kim found an empty room, she practically slammed the door and, with surprising strength, threw her John right onto the couch. Immediately after, she pounced on him, straddling his lap.
“Whoa, a little eager aren’t we?” He laughed.
“Maybe. You’re the only hot guy I’ve seen since I’ve started working here.” She breathed heavily, holding his handsome face in her hands.
His eyebrows jumped in surprise. “Oh really? What do I win?”
“This.”
Kim pulled her panties aside, showing off her dripping cunt to the man. She grabbed his hand and guided his fingers to rub over her slick lips. He didn’t hesitate to stick two fingers in, her wetness allowing him smooth entry.
“Dang you’re tight…” The man remarked breathlessly.
“Bet it’d feel tight around something else.”
“Ooh I bet it would… you sure you’re tall enough for this ride?”
Kim’s hand lunged to the crotch of his pants, feeling that bulge within. Her cunt twitched, longing to feel what was buried beneath and waiting for her. And what she couldn’t wait for any longer.
“Does this answer your question?”
“Heh. Dang girl, alright. Looks like my lucky day. And yours.”
And Kim couldn’t wait another second. She scrambled to unbutton and unzip his pants. In her excitement, she pulled both his pants and his underwear finally freeing the prize she’s been after.
“Heh. Like whatcha see, babe?” The man flashed her a bold smirk.
Kim’s smile remained but she was anything but happy on the inside. Her eye twitched as she gazed into what she hoped was a monster turned into a three inch noodle. Erect. And the dude kept that grin on his face like he was proud of it.
“Uhhh, yeahhh…”
Kim’s eyes immediately darted to the door, the temptation to get out rising exponentially. But she had gotten this far, so she figured she might as well go all the way.
Kim pulled a condom out from a drawer beside the couch before wrapping it over the guy’s tiny tool and getting in position to get this over with.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Ya like that babe? Ooh take it… you know you love it!”
“Y-Yeah… mmmf…”
Kim was on her hands and knees humming and and sighing, mostly in disinterest as she couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to enjoy it, though the guy was delusional enough not to notice. The clapping of his hips into her ass and his pinching of her tits was all she could feel. It didn’t even seem like anything was inside her.
“Oooh girl, you’re so freakin’ tight baby… man, this pussy’s the best…”
Kim never felt more annoyed that a guy could last. They ended up changing positions, with him doing her missionary while he groped and sucked on her tits. She wished there was a clock in the room to keep track of time.
“Ahhh, baby, oooh, you’re squeezin’ me tight ahh, gonna-”
The condom ballooning inside her was the first time Kim felt anything in there since they started. Once he pulled out she didn’t hesitate to get up and leave.
“W-Wait… I got a few more left in me!” The guy said as he desperately tried to jerk himself back to an erection.
But Kim was long gone. She walked down the dark, dimly colorful hall, taunted by all the moans of pleasure muffled behind each door. The thought of her coworkers getting the brains fucked out of them while she got the literal short end of the dick enfuriated her as much as it also aroused her.
There was one door that was still open where the sordid sounds coming out of the room were much louder and clearer. Kim failed to fight her morbid curiosity and snuck a peak.
“Hahh-ahh-ahh yeah! You’re gettin’ in me deep, dude!
It was Freckles, a young, teen redhead like Kim, who had a similar lean but toned build. Another girl from out of state like Stripes, specifically from Oregon. She was reverse cowgirl riding a particularly big client. Big in the way that his schlong was bulging from her normally flat and solid stomach with every powerful thrust he gave her. And her moans weren’t even an act either.
Kim watched on with both envy and lust, sinfully trying to curb the latter by pinching her solid nipples and rubbing her aching girlhood. But it did very little to ease the burning, gnawing hunger swelling to great lengths in her loins.
“Gahhh!”
The guy yelled out as he emptied his balls into Freckles’ pussy. Kim’s eyes bugged out as she saw her stomach expanding slightly as the guy’s cock throbbed.
“Oh-oh-ohhh-mmmmyyy gaahhh!”
Freckles threw her head back and her body arched as an orgasm ripped right through her. A copious amount of her juices sprayed out of her meat-stuffed cunt, making it rain all over the floor in front of her.
“H-Holyyyy crap man, it’s like you’re dumping a whole gallon into me!” The other redhead cried out, face twisted in peak ecstasy.
Kim couldn’t take it. She needed to have what they were having right this instant. She knew Q-Bald could never refuse.
“Q-Bald!” Kim shouted as she kicked down her boss’s door.
“Oooh Papí, you like it when I bounce my big butt on you?”
“Ahhh geez… All that junk in your trunk is why I hired ya in the first place!”
Q-Bald grunted as he was being ridden by another one of Kim’s fellow dancers. A Mexican girl who went by Señora Culogrande. She had one of the biggest butts among the other girls, which allowed customers to stuff more bills between her huge cheeks.
“Go ahead, Papi! Shoot a lot of your leche inside me!”
The older man had reached his limit. He lifted the fat bottomed latina with his hips as he nutted hard and deep, the condom no doubt getting stuffed to the brim.
Or at least it would be if Q-Bald wore one. When CuloGrande lifted herself off of his lap, his thick cum flowing out of her well-used pussy in thick globs.
“Hahh… wow Papí, you let out so much.” She giggled, before getting on her knees and commenced orally cleaning her boss.
“Yeah… holy cow I think I’m spent for the rest of the night after th- oh, hey Kimmy baby! Wha-what can I do for you?” Q-Bald huffed his words, his eye slightly twitching.
Kim could barely hide her displeasure. “Uhh, just wanted to say, I… think I’m gonna head home early. Not feeling so good tonight.”
The portly chubby man frowned but nodded in understanding. “I getcha Kimmy. Hope ya feel better before you come here next time.”
“Yeah.” Kim spoke morosely as she went to get dressed for a very long taxi ride home.
Later in the week, when Friday night rolled around, Sweet Escape was packed full of guys wanting to start their weekend throwing bills and getting lucky. These were always the best days.
Kim wanted as many eyes on her as she could so she went a little bold with her costume choice. Playing into her teenage youthfulness, she put on a version of her Middleton High Cheer uniform that was severely cut down. The purple top was cut high, to the point that it only covered the top half of her breasts while leaving the bottom half open for the perverted eye. Her pleated skirt was essentially cut just long enough to cover the goods but too short to hide them in certain angles. If one happened to be lucky enough to get an easy look up her skirt, they’d get a good gander at her pink thong from underneath, the strings of which peeked from the top hem. All of it came together with a pair of white thigh high socks, a blonde wig with shirt braided pigtails, and fake braces.
From behind the curtain, She took in just how many men were in attendance. Her heart hammered in her chest and her cunt tingled with excitement. Weekends always had the biggest turnouts and that’s what she looked forward to the most.
Then Kim’s blood ran cold and her eyes nearly bugged out of her sockets when her green, pixel-sized pupils zeroed in on a sight she never thought she’d see. That she had hoped she’d never see. Two worlds, no three collided and she watched all of them fall apart in slow motion before her eyes.
James Possible, her dad was sitting on a table, having a drink. And he was sitting next to her reformed, former archenemy Drew, aka Drakken.
“No freakin’ way… what the heck are they doing here!?”
Kim knew her dad always went out with friends every Friday night but she never thought they’d spend it here! Heck she didn’t even know her dad even went to strip clubs.
“Wow, it sure is crowded round here huh, Drew?” James remarked as he looked around.
“Indeed it is, James. But it is a weekend. And from what I heard the strippers here can do more than… dance.” Drakken said with a suggestive raise of his brows.
“Like that massage parlor we went to on our Tokyo trip last year?”
The former mad scientist nodded. “Oh yes, something like that.”
James sighed in fond reminiscence. “Ahh I remember that night. What was the girl’s name again? Yoko? Yuri? Yuna?”
“I don’t remember. But I’ll never forget what she did with her hands… and that dextrous tongue of hers.” Drakken hummed a laugh.
“And everything else after we took her to that love hotel. Poor girl barely slept a wink that entire weekend.” James chuckled.
“You have to admit, she was worth every yen.”
The father of three nodded. “Now that I think about it, she was pretty young looking wasn’t she? Like a teenager?”
The blue-skinned scientist smirked. “Yes, plenty of Japanese women look younger than they are. Don’t pretend that wasn’t what captivated you in the first place.”
“Maybe. I won’t lie, that’s probably what’s catching my eye about these fine young women here.” James looked around.
“Do you suppose we’ll have a repeat of that Tokyo trip?”
“That remains to be seen, old friend.”
Kim panicked behind the curtains, her mind already set on leaving and sneaking back home. She was on her way back to the dressing room when she ran into Q-Bald.
“Whoa whoa Kimmy baby, what’s the matter?” He asked, concern wrinkled all over his face.
Kim racked her brain for any excuse to leave. “I uhhh… something came up at home and I gotta go.”
“How serious is it?”
“Really real serious. I just gotta get home right now.”
“Alright I can drive ya home if ya want.” The boss offered.
“Uhh no no, you don’t hafta do that. I can just… get by on my own.”
Q-Bald didn’t let Kim pass by. He stared her down in silence, eyes narrowed in suspicion before they widened in realization.
“Ohh, I see what’s goin’ on. You got the jitters, eh? Hey it’s nothin, it happens to the best of us.”
“Wha-”
“Ya saw all those guys out there? They’re here for you.” He pointed out the curtain.
Kim rolled her eyes. “No way, they can’t all be here for me.”
“But they are. I dunno if you noticed but this place has been boomin’ since you started workin’ that sweet butt on those poles. Every day, I keep gettin’ guys blowin up my phone askin’ if you’re in or not.”
Kim blinked in surprise. “Why? There’s plenty of other girls and they do more than me in the private rooms.”
Q-Bald shrugged. “Maybe they see what I see. There’s some’in special about ya. Dunno what. But I feel it when we get freaky in my office now and then. You feel different from any other girl I've been with. Especially the ones from our fine establishment here.”
Kim had no idea how to respond. “Uhh… thanks?”
“What I’m tryna say is, ya make people happy. And it would break my heart to disappoint all those wonderful people. They’d lose out on a lot if ya leave. Do ya really wanna do that to them?”
She actually started to feel a little guilty. “No, actually. That would be pretty cruel of me wouldn't it?”
Q-Bald nodded in agreement. "Sure would be. Listen, I got a few rich guys out there lookin’ to book ya for parties and… other stuff. I don’t want ‘em to think you’re a flake and have us lose out on big money. For you and me. They're countin' on ya out there. I'm countin' on ya here.”
Kim's posture immediately straightened as determination burned through her. She raised a fist with unyielding conviction. ”You're right. I'm Kimmy freakin' Po- Cupcakes! And I'm not gonna let anyone or anything stop me from giving the biggest and best show in town!"
“Hell yeah, that's the spirit! Now get out there and show those guys why you’re the brightest star on that stage!”
With renewed vigor, Kim approached the curtain once again while Q-Bald got on the mic. Grabbing each side of it, she let out an energized breath, hyping herself up as she prepared to get out there.
"Kept ya waitin'? Well get ready, 'cause our shinin' star is about to shoot through that stage right now! Here's the gal of the hour... Kimmyyyyy Cupcaaaaakes!"
The entire crowd unleashed a deafening roar as Kim threw open the curtains, immediately strutting onto the long runway like the hottest supermodel on Earth. Every step followed a hypnotising sashay of her hips. Every few feet she walked, she stopped to bend over and blow kisses on one side of the runway while the other got a good eyeful of that bubblegum pink thong and her perfect little ass under her short little skirt, with many wolf-whistling upon seeing it.
"Wait, did he say... Kimmy?" James's eyes widened at Drakken, wanting to know he didn't just imagine that.
The blue-skinned scientist nodded. "I do believe he did, James. Oh the irony of this being our first time here and the star of the show just happens to bear the same name as-"
"Drew, hold that thought. I really shouldn't be thinking of her while I'm... in a place like this." The father anxiously pulled his shirt collar.
"Hard not to when she also happens to be uhh... wearing a rather scant version of the high school's cheer uniform. Perhaps this young lady graduated from there?"
"Maybe. She looks pretty young, too. Almost like... No, more like my wife when she was at that age." James kept the thought of someone else at bay.
Drakken squinted his eyes. "Call me depraved, but... she might look like she's even still attending that school. And not as a senior either."
James's heart skipped a beat and his lips went dry. "Y-You think so? I think she... It's just the way she's dressed. Or a trick of the lighting."
The reformed villain shrugged. "I'm not too sure, honestly. The line between teenagers and adults is dangerously blurry these days. But I suppose that's the draw of this place isn't it?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Since leaving was not an option, Kim had only one left. To make James and Drakken satisfied enough to leave. She figured neither of them would make a habit of coming here often, so if this was their first and last time, she might as well give them the best time.
Kim felt like she was at home once she reached that steel pole and as such she felt bold enough to get... naughty. Grabbing onto it firmly, she jumped a few feet, suspending herself with her feet crossed around it. With both hands holding on, she started pelvic thrusting into it, like there was an invisible, erect, naked man in front of her. Naturally the crowd got louder and singles immediately started flying. Other than their jumping and cheering, that was the clearest sign that they wanted more. And Kim was going to give it to them.
Kim began spinning around the pole as she descended, giving every single horny, hot blooded male in the room a literal flash glimpse of the tasty sight under her skirt. She knew for sure that at least half of the crowd popped a few boners seeing her covered cunt even if for a few seconds. And the thought only pushed her to do more.
So Kim landed back on the stage, keeping her hands on the pole and her legs spread apart as she lowered herself to a deep squat with her feet kept flat on the solid surface. It was impossible not to give whoever was in front of her an even longer flash of her skimpy underwear as well as the smooth mounds of her pussy peeking over the sides. And she knew that.
She also knew that it was in the eyeshot of both of her initially "unwanted guests".
And they definitely had their eyes on her.
So Kim kept it up. Once again, with her expert flexibility and dexterity she kept the soles of her cheer sneakers rooted as she started humping the air once again. A jumping flutter passed over her heart as she saw the men at the edge of the stage either throwing even more cash her way or trying to reach out to touch her. But again, they were coming up short.
So she decided to change that. Releasing her grip on the pole, she fell to her hands and knees and started crawling towards the front of the stage. She got much closer to the hands groping in the air towards her, but just far enough that even the tips of their fingers couldn't touch her. In a split second, her ass suddenly jumped into the air, her feet flat on the ground once more, while her legs spread in a wide V, her skirt flipped over her hip, her barely covered ass in view of pretty much everyone in the vicinity who was blessed with sight. However, her upper body remained on the ground and before anyone knew it, she started moving her hips, her perky, yet plump cheeks jiggling like gelatin in place. The crowd behind her got the perfect view of her firm, but fatty mounds clapped together, getting a glimpse of her barely hidden holes every now and then.
Kim had no idea why, but suddenly the idea of her dad and Drakken watching her turned her on more than anything. In fact, she had totally forgotten about even wanting to get rid of them and now just wanted to give them the best show of their lives. She supposed the taboo aspect of being seen by her father as well as a former enemy in such a way, even if they didn't recognize her, played a huge part of it.
Kim wanted to do so much more.
"Still remind you of Ann, James?" Drakken asked.
"Uh... of course." James didn't sound nor even feel certain about it anymore.
The blue-skinned scientist took a sip of his bottle of beer as he kept his eyes on the girl on stage clapping her cheeks for the audience. "It could be the alcohol and my id talking but... I am quite enamoured by that girl. Don't suppose we could get a... Private dance with her?"
"A private dance... with her?" James raised an eyebrow.
Drakken scoffed a laugh. "Yes, that's what I said."
"Hmm... I won't lie, it's pretty tempting."
"Hey boys, we overheard you wanting a private dance?"
"Ain't y'all lucky we just happened by?"
Drakken and James turned to the voice to see a couple dancers walking up to them. A tall, voluptuous blonde and a short, curvy black girl, both sporting ample butts and breasts in stark contrast to the dancer on stage. The blonde had a USA-themed bikini on and a blue bandana over her long golden mane. Meanwhile, the black girl had on a tight white tube top and blue booty shorts that essentially turned into a thong with how little it covered her gigantic ass cheeks.
"How 'bout you let us show you two a good time in the back?" The blonde said, straddling James's lap, her Double Ds just a nudge away from his face.
"W-Well, I-uhh…” The rocket scientist stammered, his eyes glued to her bountiful pair.
"Yeah, we promise we won't bite. Unless ya want us to." The black girl hummed a laugh as she sat on Drakken's lap, her heavy cheeks squishing into his crotch.
"Oh dear..." The reformed villain trailed off, seeing her butt cushions bury his lap.
"Not sure? Here, how about a free sample first?"
Against his will, the blonde took James's hand and shoved one into each of her breasts, giving him no choice but to clench and feel the cushiony flesh collapse under his fingers.
"Feels nice, right? And they're all natural, too. They've been this big and growing since I was twelve." The blonde whispered into the father's ear, drawing a shuddering gasp out of him.
"Go on, sugar. Give this big booty a feel." The girl encouraged with a roll of her hips, hanging her head back on Drakken’s shoulder and rubbing her long, pink painted nails over his cheek.
“Bet these boobies would feel real good around your dick, wouldn’t they? And my tongue would feel even better in your butthole. Have you ever had a titjob and rimjob at the same time?” The blonde reached down, pressing her palm into James’s crotch.
“N-No?” James shivered, his loins burning from her touch.
“Do you wanna try?”
“Mmm, wanna see this ass bouncing on that lap, honey? I can take it in both holes… raw…” The black girl purred, giving Drakken’s neck a languid lick.
“Oh dear, that is quite a tempting offer…” Drakken gulped, his hands wandering to the black girl’s plump buttocks.
She nodded. “Mmm-hmm. I can take both of you at once, actually. I can even fit both of you in one hole. Why don’tcha give it a shot?”
“Excuse me.”
All four turned to see Ms. Cupcakes herself standing before them. With her hands on her hips, she stood firm, her expression stern.
Kim’s blood boiled seeing those two trying to get at her dad and Drakken. Besides her, they were some of the most popular girls in Sweet Escape. Sweetielocks, the blonde, was well known for her big natural tits and cute, bubbly personality, using the latter to entice them in and the former to keep them until they were drained in more ways than one. The black girl Chocolicious drew men with not only her exceptional tits and ass, but also through sheer sluttiness and honed sexual prowess, seldom leaving them without both their balls and their wallets emptied.
Kim needed to get rid of them. She wasn't jealous or anything, but if anyone was going to nab Drakken and her dad, it was going to be her.
“Oh, hi Kimmy!” The blonde cheerfully greeted her as she rose to her feet.
“Sup, Cupcakes? Weren’t ya just on stage, shakin that moneymaker?” The black girl asked as she also stood up.
Kim said nothing. Instead she walked up to her fellow strippers, gave them the hardest death stare she could muster and powerfully exuded the aura that she was the danger.
“Stay out of my territory.”
Both girls exchanged a fear stricken look before they ran so fast, they left a cloud of dust behind, disappearing into the dense crowd of men.
“Wow, she’s feisty…” James remarked, both afraid and aroused by the girl in front of him.
“I haven’t felt this intimidated and enthralled by a woman since… Shego.” Drakken nervously laughed.
Then Kim turns towards James and Drakken, instantly going into seduction mode. Her posture changed and she’s flashing a fluttery flirty look towards both of them as she approached their table. She leaned forward, her hands on the metal surface as she gave both of them a clear, eye-catching view of her cleavage.
“Sorry about that. But I’ve had my eyes on you both since I first walked out.” Kim told them, her soft, sweet tone a contrast to the scornful spiciness she spewed prior.
“Coincidentally, you’ve also grabbed our attention since we first heard your name on the speakers. Haven’t we, James?” The ex-villain asked.
“Y-Yeah. Absolutely.” James nodded.
“Well then, since it’s clear we’ve all been looking forward to each other… how about you two join me in the back, huh? I’ll show you a better time than those two girls combined.” Kim proposed with a wink.
Drakken and James exchanged wide eyed smiling looks, their expressions saying “score!” like a couple of frat boys at a party.
“Sure thing.” James nodded, almost a bit too excitedly.
“Lead the way, Ms. Cupcakes.” Drakken gestured with his hand.
“Please, call me Kimmy.” She insisted.
“Uhh, I’m not sure if I want to…” Drakken’s eyes darted side to side.
“Yeah, me neither…” Drew awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
Kim giggled, knowing exactly why they wouldn't call her by that name. Maybe she was losing her mind, but the idea of giving these two a private dance while neither of them had any idea of her true identity thrilled her more than anything else ever had in her life. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest and she fought to keep herself from shaking while she led them to the private room for a night none of them would ever forget.