Author's notes: This is chapter 1 of a 8 chapter - adult fan fiction story involving mostly Kim Possible and Bonnie.
I do not own the rights to Kim Possible nor do I make any money from this story. It is purely for entertainment.
** WARNING: This story will involve sexual content. **
A Kim Possible Story
By Chris Palmer
Chapter 1 – The set up
Bonnie Rockwaller – a teenage cheerleader at Middleton High School and the arch ravel of much loved Kim Possible - was standing outside behind the high school in a very remote area. She went to this place to spend some private time with her boyfriend Brick. This spot didn't have any school cameras and nobody ever went back there.
She was talking on her cell phone with an unknown caller, surprised by the amount of money the she could make. "$250,000 dollars? Lady, for that price she'll not only lose the fight but I'll make sure that prissy bitch is put though a lot more. I'd love to bring her down a peg or two."
Bonnie nods her head and agrees with the terms with the caller. "The old Lowerton Party Center, got it. Will you have everything all set up? Good."
Bonnie smiled and told the person on her phone, "Cash only. Half upfront and the rest when it's done, excellent."
She turned off her phone and walked away smiling, talking to herself, "Finally, little miss 'know-it-all' will get what's coming to her."
Later that evening, Kim Possible was sitting at her computer in her bedroom when a disturbing email popped up. The email showed a picture of her brothers tied up back to back in what looked like a large closet. They're mouths were gagged. The email read…
"You will do what Bonnie asks. You will oil wrestle her in front of a few class mates from Middleton High School. The oil wrestling match will take place at the old Lowerton Party Center. You will lose! Throw the oil wrestling fight or the twins will lose worse.
The two most important things to remember are
1 - Finish the night and
2 - Tell nobody! Nobody must know that you are throwing the fight! When you are completely done I will contact you. Finish the night…and you're brothers will be safe."
Kim quickly called her brothers, who were out on a summer camping trip, but there was no answer. She called Wade but he was on vacation. Ron was out with his friend Felix and a few new friends playing video games.
Alone in her room with only her thoughts, Kim weighted her options. She had no choice. The day before summer cheer camp was to start she will have to oil wrestle Bonnie for the cheer captain, and lose…for the safety of her brothers. She bowed her head and sighed.
A few days later, at the old Lowerton Party Center, Kim Possible and Bonnie were standing in the middle of a large inflatable pool wearing bikinis. Kim looked around and saw that a small crowd was gathered to watch. A few girls from the cheer squad were there but mostly a lot of boys from Midleton High. Brick (Bonnie's boyfriend), Ron (Kim's boyfriend), Josh (Kim's ex boyfriend), Wade (Kim's computer genius) and a few other high school boys from the Middleton High football team.
Kim raised one eyebrow and asked Wade, "I'm surprised to see you out of your room."
Wade smiled, "I can see a LOT of things from my computer but I had to see this in person!"
Kim shook her head and then put her face in the palm of her hand as she sighed, "I can't believe I agreed to do this."
"Zero your ego Kim. You agreed that we would put on an oil wrestling match for a select group of people. The winner will get to be cheer captain."
Kim said with confidence, "You do realize I'm going to win. I fight villains and save the world on a daily basis."
"Fine, you think you're so 'high-and-mighty', let's up the stakes."
Thinking she must be up to something, Kim raised one eye brow, "What did you have in mind?"
"The winner gets to be captain but the loser gets humiliated!"
"Like being covered in oil wearing only a bikini isn't embarrassing enough?"
The smile on Bonnie's face looked downright evil as these words spilled out of her mouth, "How about the loser has to suck the cocks of every boy here?"
"Bonnie, I'm not a slut like you."
"You may be right about that but to make sure the loser pays up I brought these!"
Bonnie reached over the side of the pool and showed Kim a set of handcuffs. Not kinky pink romantic toy cuffs either. Real handcuffs the cops use. These did not have a chain in the middle, like some cops cuffs. They were connected with a hinge for a tighter fit and almost impossible to escape from.
Kim questioned, "So when you lose you expect me to handcuff you and let these guys have their way with you? Sounds like you've done this before."
"Very funny, Kim." Bonnie pointed to a room with a black door. "Nope the loser will be taken to that room over there. It's the glory hole room."
"You mean to tell me you've been around the world and you don't know what a glory hole is?"
Kim looked lost.
"It's a room where YOU the loser will get on your knees – a position I'm sure you're used to – and suck every cock that comes through the hole in the wall."
Kim was a little grossed out. "Seriously?"
"Seriously! So, is it a bet?"
Kim looked at Bonnie. She thought about the stakes. She knew the odds of her losing were very unlikely. She is a master of 3 forms of martial arts. Fighting is what she does best!
Kim agreed, "Bonnie, I'm not going to lose. I hardly ever lose a fight. So if you want to be a cock sucking slut, sure. It's a bet!"
"Okay then." Bonnie smirked as she called over the referee, Brick.
Kim questioned, "Wait a minute. You're boyfriend is the ref? That's not fair."
"Well, Kim. If you think you're so tough and bad ass, Brick being the ref won't matter…will it?"
Kim said with boldness, "Nope."
"Then what are you worried about?"
"Let's shake on it and make our bet official. Matter of fact let's seal our deal with an oil covered handshake."
"That's weird but okay."
The two of them faced each other in the middle of the pool which they now called, the ring. Their hands met in the middle. Brick picked up a gallon jug of cooking oil and poured it all over there hand shake, as if it was a bonding ritual.
Bonnie stated, "No turning back now."
"Bonnie, I know in a weird way this might symbolize our bet, but it's is oil not glue."