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Chapter 2

The New Playmate


Jailbreak

by

Thin Lizzie


Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

Somewhere in this town,

See, me and the boys won't like it,

So we're getting up and heading down,

Hidin' low, lookin' right to left,

If you see us comin' I think it's best,

To move away, do you hear what I say, from under my breath,

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

Somewhere in this town,

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

So don't you be around,

Don't you be around,

Tonight, there's gonna be trouble,

Some of us won't survive,

See the boys and me mean business,

Bustin' out dead or alive,

I can hear the hounds on my trail,

All hell breaks loose, alarm and sirens wail,

Like the game if you lose,

You go to jail,

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

Somewhere in the town,

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

So don't you be around,

Tonight there's gonna be trouble,

I'm gonna find myself in,

Tonight there's gonna be trouble,

So woman stay with a friend,

You know it's safer,

BREAKOUT!

Tonight there's gonna be a breakout,

Into the city zones,

So don't you dare try and stop us,

No one could for long,

Searchlight on my trail,

Tonight's the night all systems fail,

Hey you, good looking female, come here,

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

Somewhere in the town,

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak,

So don't you be around,

Tonight there's gonna be trouble,

I'm gonna find myself in,

Tonight there's gonna be trouble,

So woman stay with a friend.






Shego walked to the Sally Port of the Maximum security women's prison that had been her home for the last two years, she was in complete shock when she heard that she had made parole, she was told at her sentencing hearing that she would never again see the world without the view from a barred window, or a brick wall, topped with razor wire, yet here she was, walking to her freedom, she was still stunned that Global Justice would let her go that easily,

"Hey, guard, would you mind telling me how I got parole, when I was sentenced to life without parole?" Shego asked one of the guards that was escorting her,

"Don't ask me, lady, all I know is that you made parole." the guard replied,

"What about my ride?" Shego asked,

"I was told that was all arranged, it's right there." the guard said, pointing straight ahead of them.

Shego turned to see a long black limousine parked directly in front of them, she was shocked to see a rabbit head design on the top of the grille, as a hood ornament, she looked even closer at it, and realized that it was the logo of Playboy Enterprises,

'You've got to be joking me.' she thought, as she walked up to the driver's side window, as it came down, she saw a very beautiful woman in the driver's seat of the car, and noticed that the privacy window was up, she could see a silhouette in the back seat, but she couldn't make out who it was,

"You my ride?" Shego asked,

"Are you Sarah Gogh?" the driver replied,

"That's a name I haven't used in years, but it was the one I was born with." Shego replied,

"Then I'm your ride." the driver replied smoothly,

"What's the joke here?" Shego asked,

"No joke, perhaps our senior photographer can fill you in on the terms of your release, he's in the back seat." the driver explained.

Shego nodded, and opened the rear door of the limo, only to come face-to-face with someone she didn't want to see this early into her release from prison,

"/STOPPABLE?! WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?!/" Shego roared, looking at Ron with pure hate in her eyes,

"This is no joke, Shego, I'm here to take you to see my boss." Ron explained, his voice even, his eyes hidden behind a set of mirrored sunglasses,

"Where's Kimmie?" Shego asked,

"Back in Middleton, she doesn't know what's going on here, believe me, if she did, she'd go right into orbit." Ron explained,

"This has GOT to be a joke, you're yanking my chain, Stoppable." Shego said,

"Oh, yeah, I'm pulling your leg, Shego . . . I'm sitting in a car I could never hope to own, wearing a suit that would take Barkin a good year to save up enough to just by the jacket . . . some joke, huh?" Ron said in a sarcastic manner, and he was right, the limo he was in had to easily cost a small fortune, and he was dressed in a tailor made suit that easily could've cost five hundred dollars,

"So, you're serious?" Shego asked, shocked at what she was seeing,

"Very, of course, you can always go back up to the Sally Port, and tell the guards that you didn't want to deal, and be escorted back to your cell." Ron said,

"Alright, I'm in . . . what's the catch?" Shego asked,

"Get in, and we'll discuss it." Ron said, now motioning for Shego to get inside of the car, so they can be off,

"Alright, already, I'm coming." Shego stated, now situating herself into the seat across from Ron, and turning to look him in the eye,

"Excellent," Ron responded, as he pushed a button to lower the privacy screen, "Victoria, get hold of Big Bunny, tell them to prep for take off, I got the subject, and we're heading back to the airport."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stoppable." the driver, who Shego now took to be the one Ron was addressing, grabbed a small telephone next to her, and began talking to someone on the other end,

"Big Bunny is starting pre-flight inspections now, Mr. Stoppable, they should be ready for takeoff when we arrive at the airport." Victoria called back a few seconds later,
"Works for me, let's get moving." Ron replied, now turning his attention to Shego,

"That's something I'll need to get used to, people calling you Mister Stoppable." Shego said with a slight hint of mirth in her voice,

"Okay, it took some doing, we were able to arrange your release from prison, but there's a few terms attached to it, we really went out on a limb for you, and it would be bad manners to repay us by going out, and robbing a bank the following morning." Ron explained, looking into Shego's emerald green eyes,

"Okay, what are the terms?" Shego asked, waiting for the axe to fall,

"You're to be restricted to the mansion at all times, you're not allowed to leave without an escort of any kind." Ron said,

"That's all?" Shego asked,

"Hef stuck his neck out for you, Shego, what more do you want?" Ron asked,

"What's that mean?" Shego asked,

"It means that Hef made the arrangements, and it's his butt on the line if you screw up." Ron replied,

"What do you mean?" Shego asked again, still somewhat confused,

"What I mean is this . . . Hef made the arrangements with Global Justice to spring you, and if you mess up once, you go back to prison, and he gets stuck with a huge headache that could easily torpedo the magazine, do you understand?" Ron asked,

"Yeah." Shego said,

"You aren't supposed to leave the mansion under any circumstances without an escort, that is on orders from GJ, you're under Hef's personal custody for a year, once that is finished, and your obligation completed, you're free to go and do whatever you wish." Ron commented,

"What's my obligation?" Shego asked,

"A centerfold shoot for Playboy." Ron stated calmly,

"All I have to do is drop my clothes for a centerfold? That's a cakewalk." Shego said,

"Maybe, but you'd be surprised how many women have actually turned it down since I started." Ron said, looking at Shego,

"You have GOT to be joking, what woman in their right minds would turn down the opportunity to be put on the Playboy centerfold?" Shego asked,

"You'd be surprised . . . we couldn't even /BUY/ a centerfold, no one wanted to sit for the shoot." Ron explained,

"Well, it's their loss." Shego said,

"That's a start." Ron commented,

"What about my clothes, all I got stuck with is this." Shego said, plucking at the grey jumpsuit she was wearing,

"There's an outfit waiting for you on the plane . . . we're leaving Denver airport, bound for LAX in about an hour." Ron explained.

It was at this time, a plain manilla envelope hit the floorboard, and opened up, revealing photos that Shego instantly recognized,

"Damn . . . why did I even bring this with me." Ron said, leaning down, and reaching for some pictures, but Shego was quicker than he was, snatching up a photo, and examining it closely,

"Hey, I know this picture, it won the photographer the Pulitzer." Shego commented,

"You found my pride, and joy . . . yeah, it did . . . and a week later, I lost my job at the L.A. Times." Ron said, a sour note to his voice,

"What was their damage?" Shego asked,

"I was asked to shoot the Los Angeles Policeman's Ball, and refused." Ron said simply,

"Why?" Shego asked,

"Because I can't dance to save my life, and I'm not a P.R. man, I'm a photographer." Ron stated bluntly,

"Okay, okay, amp down, Stoppable, before you bust a blood vessel." Shego commented, noticing that the vein in Ron's temple was beginning to throb,

"Now, as a model, you will, of course, get the standard fee that's paid to all Playmates." Ron commented,

"Which is?" Shego asked, prompting Ron to continue on,

"Twenty five thousand dollars, and a chance to vie for Playmate of the Year." Ron stated,

"What happens if you win that?" Shego asked,

"That's another hundred grand, and a bunch of prizes, including a brand new car of your choice." Ron explained,

"Might as well sign that check now, Stoppable, this one is as good as in the bag." Shego commented,

"You've still got to contend with eleven other Playmates, Shego, there's a lot involved with being a Playboy centerfold than just a photo shoot." Ron stated,

"What else is there?" Shego asked,

"Well, it's a three part process, first, you go through a very candid interview with one of the staff reporters, then, you visit Hef, for a personal interview, and vital statistics that go onto your Playmate Data Sheet, /THEN/ . . . you come and see me." Ron stated,

"You . . . why you?" Shego asked,

"I'm the senior photographer, which means that I'm also the primary centerfold photographer . . . I'm also Editor of Photography, which means that I have one of the final approvals before Hef looks at the shots, and chooses which one becomes the centerfold." Ron explained,

"You're gonna shoot me in the raw? This ought to be good." Shego said, an impish smile coming over her lips,

"Yes . . . that's part of my job, Shego." Ron said, now shaking his head slightly,

"Okay, I get your point, Stoppable, let's get to Los Angeles, and the mansion, I want to get as much of this out of the way as possible before I go to the shoot." Shego said.



Big Bunny, Hef's private DC-9, only a few minutes after takeoff:


Ron was sitting at a small desk near the back of the plane, leafing through several photos, a grim look on his face, when Shego walked out of the lavatory to his right, when she stopped in front of him, Ron nearly fell out of his chair,

"/WHOA!!/" Ron shouted, looking at Shego with a drop jawed expression.

She was dressed in an emerald green vinyl dress, which clung to every curve of her body and a matching pair of green strap heels, she had pulled out a pair of sunglasses, and placed them over her eyes, giving her the look of an exotic seductress,

"I take it you like what you see." Shego purred into Ron's ears,

"Shego . . . I'm spoken for." Ron stated flatly,

"You got a girlfriend?" Shego asked,

"Fiancee." Ron replied, correcting Shego,

"You're /ENGAGED!?/" Shego shouted, unbelieving at what Ron had just said,

"For about a year now." Ron stated simply,

"Time really /DOES/ stand still in prison." Shego remarked, even though she had been in prison, or jail on several occasions, she never stayed longer than a week, until this last time, having made a vow that she planned on going straight, should she ever be granted parole.


The Playboy mansion, a few hours later:


Ron stepped out of the limo, followed closely by Shego,

"So, where to now?" she asked,

"Hef is waiting for us in his office, from there, we pretty much go our separate ways." Ron stated,

"Okay, I can go with that." Shego replied, as they both walked into the office of Hugh Heffner,

"Ah, Ron, I see you made it back in one piece, and this must be the woman you told me about, you really didn't do her justice though, she's just the woman I've been looking at for this month's centerfold." Hef commented upon seeing Shego for the first time,

"I'm flattered." Shego responded, then, what Hef had said finally sunk in,

"/RON/ talked about?" she asked, turning from Hef, to Ron, and back again,

"Yeah, Ron recommended you for the shoot, I made the arrangements to get you out of prison, but Ron had to go through all the trouble to arrange it." Hef explained,

"How so?" Shego asked,

"I had to do a photo shoot for Dr. Director, a private shoot." Ron said, now shaking his head,

"So /THAT'S/ how you got me out of prison." Shego said, smiling,

"Yes . . . and I trust that Ron has already gone over all the details with you?" Hef asked,

"Yeah, I'm restricted to the mansion, unless escorted." Shego recited,

"That's about right . . . now I know that you've been on the plane for a few hours, so go on ahead, and hit the sack, you've got to be tired, and you both have a long day tomorrow." Hef said, standing up, and motioning with his right hand to the door.

"Yeah, by the way, where's my room?" Shego asked,

"Second floor, first door on the right." Hef commented, now directing Shego and Ron to the door, effectively ending the conversation.


Later that night:

Shego had finished her shower, and was wearing a short emerald green silk robe, which showed off a large amount of bare leg . . . she had to admit, she felt more like a woman now than she ever did under the employ of a certain blue skinned evil scientist,

'I think I'm gonna like this Playboy Playmate bit.' she thought to herself with a wry smile, in fact, she was so wrapped up in her preoccupation, that she didn't realize the room she had just walked into wasn't hers,

'I wonder who sleeps here, this is definitely not my room.' she thought, looking around, her eyes fell to a picture on a small desk in a corner of the room, near a rather small single bed.

The picture was in a simple gold frame, and it was of two people that she knew all too well, Kim was holding onto Ron's hand, a diamond ring on the third finger of her right hand, and Ron was standing beside of her, a wide smile on his face, they appeared to be completely in love with each other, as neither could take their eyes off the other,

"/SHEGO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!/" Ron exclaimed, standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel,

"For me . . . you shouldn't have." Shego said, teasing Ron about the fact that under the towel he was holding onto around his waist, he was completely nude,

"Shego, I'm naked, do you mind?" Ron asked, looking at the exotic raven haired beauty with a bit of a frown,

"I can't let Kimmie have all the fun, besides, I got a little crossed up, and entered the wrong room." Shego replied,

"Next door over." Ron said, pointing to the wall on his right,

"So, Kimmie's your fiancee, huh?" Shego said, in what could only be mistaken as a seductive tone of voice,

"Yes, she is, and FYI, I am very much in love with her." Ron stated,

"Okay, I get the hint, Stoppable, I'll leave." Shego said, now dragging herself out of Ron's room, and walking to her own room.


The next morning:

"Come on, Shego, Hef wants you on set later this afternoon, and we need to get some shopping done for you." came Ron's voice through the door of Shego's room, she turned to look at the alarm clock on the stand to her right,

"It's 7:00 in the morning, Stoppable, my body only recognizes one seven o'clock, and this isn't it." Shego replied, rolling over onto her side,

"Don't make me come in there, Shego, you won't like it if I do." Ron said through the door again,

"Be my guest." Shego commented, in a somewhat sleepy voice,

"Alright, but don't say you weren't warned." Ron stated, a few seconds later, the door came flying open, as Ron kicked it in, holding onto a large aluminum trash can, he was banging the lid onto the can, like a Marine Drill Instructor,

"/ROLL OUT OF THE SACK, AND ON YOUR FEET!!/" Ron bellowed, similar to something that you would find in military boot camp,

"Chill out, Stoppable." Shego said, now igniting the trash can with a plasma blast,

"Okay . . . you asked for it." Ron said, now reaching around the back of the door, he ducked his hands to whatever was hidden there, walked up to the bed, where Shego had pulled the sheets over her head, whipped them back, to reveal the raven haired beauty's bare back, and placed his hands directly onto her back . . . the reaction was instant,

"/JESUS CHRIST!!/" Shego shouted, leaping off the bed as though it were plugged into a wall socket,

"Buckets of ice do come in handy for more than just drinks." Ron said, an evil grin spreading across his face,

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that one, Stoppable." Shego said, now running toward the ice bucket, still holding the sheets to her body, and dunking her hands into the cold ice,

"Oh, no you don't." Ron said, now running for the door, and his escape, but with Shego close by, it kind of made for a tricky escape,

"/GOTCHA!!/" Shego hollered, placing her now ice cold hands onto Ron's face, where only a few minutes before, he had dragged a razor across, and was still a sensitive area,

"/WHOA!! COLD!!/" Ron screamed, now jumping high into the air,

"I told you pay backs were hell." Shego said, an evil grin crossing her face,

"You need to get dressed, we need to go into town, and pick up some clothes for you." Ron stated,

"But I got an outfit." Shego said,

"Just the one, we need to pick up a few other items, and some things that you plan to wear for the shoot, we don't always photograph in the raw, you know." Ron stated,

"Okay, I get the point, I'll be ready in a few minutes." Shego stated, now turning back into the bedroom, and allowing the door to remain open,

"I think it would be best if you closed the door, Shego, as the senior staff works in the mansion, and sixty percent of them are men." Ron said,

"Oh, come on, it would probably be the highlight of their day." Shego said, smiling an impish smile,

"I'll be waiting in the foyer for you, Shego, we need to make a few stops along Rodeo Drive, and then down to a few other places." Ron stated,

"Going all out, huh?" Shego asked,

"I'm not the one paying for it, Hef has a credit line at every store in Beverly Hills." Ron stated,

"Now /THIS/ is going to be interesting." Shego stated, closing the door of her room, so that she could get ready.


Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills:


So far, the day had gone by rather smoothly, until they made a stop at the Victoria's Secret, located at the end of Rodeo Drive, once inside, Shego decided that she was going to once again, try to get Ron's attention,

"Hey, Stoppable, what do you think of this one?" Shego asked, stepping out of the dressing room, showing Ron an outfit that she had chosen.

It was an emerald green bustier, with an attached garter belt, a matching pair of panties, that were cut so high, that they came up well over her slender hips, and her long, shapely lags were encased in a pair of emerald green stockings,

"If you like it, you can buy it." Ron stated, smiling somewhat,

"That's cool." Shego said, now walking back into the dressing room, and coming back out a few seconds later, wearing an emerald green lace shorty robe, with only a pair of emerald green silk panties on underneath it,

"What about this?" Shego asked, twirling on the spot for Ron to see every angle,

"Uh . . . Shego, we ARE in public . . . do you mind?" Ron said, noting Shego's lack of clothing, and the fact that they were in a public shop,

"Okay, I get the hint." Shego replied, now going back into the dressing room, and coming back out in the same green vinyl dress that she had worn the day before,

"Better." Ron replied, now smiling again,

"How do you plan to pay for this?" the woman behind the counter asked, as they approached,

"It's going on the tab of Playboy Enterprises, and the personal account of Hugh Heffner." Ron said, now pulling out a business card with the Playboy logo on it, typed in block letters onto it, was the following:

R. D. Stoppable
Senior Photographer, Centerfold Photographer, Editor of Photography,
Playboy Enterprises Inc.
Beverly Hills, CA.



"Very well, Mr. Stoppable . . . Mr. Heffner called ahead, and said that you might be coming by, he's agreed to pay the tab for what you have purchased today." the cashier commented,

"Excellent, thanks for your time." Ron replied, taking the bags, and handing a couple of them to Shego.


Back at the mansion:


Ron was in the makeshift office he used on the second floor of the mansion, going over the final details of the photo shoot with his assistant, Brick Flagg, before they were to go into one of the unused bedrooms, and begin the session,

"I want to try to get as many good shots as possible, I don't think we'll have a problem getting her do pose for us, as she was doing that at the Victoria's Secret on Rodeo Drive for me earlier." Ron stated, in a deadpan tone,

"Uh-huh, sounds like someone's crushing on you, Ron." Brick said,

"Doubt it, more like trying to seduce me." Ron stated, noting that Shego had been more playful around him, and was making suggestive comments, and actions whenever he was nearby, or within hearing range,

"Maybe, if Kim found out about this, she'd go completely ballistic, Ron-man, and you know it." Brick commented,

"I know, that's what worries me, if she ever found out, I'd end up singing soprano in the Vienna Boys Choir." Ron stated with a shudder,

"That paints a very vivid picture, Ron-man . . . too much info." Brick said, now grabbing onto Ron's duffel bag, where he kept all of his equipment. The lighting, and props would already be in the room, so they really weren't needed this time.


About five minutes before the shoot, during prep time:

Brick had his head in one of the many crates in the room, out of range of the camera, and the main prop, the huge queen size bed that was situated under a monstrous bay window that showed a beautiful grove of Queen Palms in the distance.

Shego walked into the room, wearing nothing more that an emerald green garter belt, matching stockings, and an emerald green shorty robe, and saw who she thought was Ron, she decided to continue flirting with him, by slapping him on his ass as she passed, she got a major shock, when Brick jumped a mile into the air, and screamed out,

"SHEGO!! NOT RON!!"

"Make sure you get some good close-ups, baby." Shego said, deciding to continue flirting with Brick, as Ron was nowhere to be found,

"I'm not shooting the pics, Ron is." Brick said, just as Ron came bursting through the door, wearing a simple t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans,

"Sorry I'm late, I got held up with print, are we ready?" Ron asked,

"Ready, willing, and able, beautiful." Shego said, now turning her affections to Ron,

"You'll have plenty of time to vamp it up for the camera, Shego, for now, try to bottle that up, so that we can get some good shots, okay?" Ron asked,

"No problem, get ready to be blown away, Ronnie." Shego said, now tracing Ron's jaw line with a black painted fingernail,

"Alright, time to get this party started, choose your first pose, Shego." Ron said, Shego smiled, and removed her robe, revealing her womanly body to Ron, who stiffened when he saw it,

"Still kind of shy around women, I take it." Shego said, slithering onto the bed as though someone had poured her onto it from a pitcher,

"Uh . . . I . . . I . . ." Ron stammered,

"Yeah . . . he's still the Silver Tongued Devil around the girls." Brick said, now laughing so hard, that tears were springing from his eyes,

"Stuff a sock in it, Brick." Ron said in mock outrage,

"Can we get this shoot done, please." Brick said, finally causing Ron to go into instant work mode.

Ron nodded, and began the shoot, the entire time, Shego appeared as though she were trying to seduce the camera, setting up in some of the most provocative poses that Ron had ever seen from anyone, even the centerfolds from other Playboy Playmates throughout the years. Once the shoot was finished, much to Ron's relief, he took the pictures to the mansion darkroom to be developed, and then, from there, he presented the finished photographs to Hef for final approval,

"I like this one the most, Ron, use it for the centerfold." Hef said, showing Ron a picture of Shego in nothing more than a pair of green stockings, held in place by a matching lace garter belt, and green strap heels,

"Coolness, I'll take it to her to be signed." Ron said, leaving the room, and heading to where he had left Shego only minutes before.


In Shego's bedroom:

Ron knocked on the door, in an attempt to get Shego's attention,

"Photos are done." he said through the door.

Shego opened the door, and saw Ron standing on the other side,

"Come on in . . . I've been waiting for these." Shego said, once again dressed in the green silk shorty robe that she had worn during the shoot,

"Here's the one that was chosen for the centerfold, Hef said that he liked it better than the rest." Ron replied, now setting the chosen picture on the desk next to the large queen sized bed in the room,

"I kinda liked that one too." Shego said, as Ron handed a pen to her,

"It's a kind of tradition that all centerfolds sign their pictures before they go to print, you're no different, Shego." Ron said,

"Okay, but keep the pen, I got a better idea." Shego said, igniting a finger, and signing her name onto the picture in green plasma, that when it faded, left a perfect impression of Shego's name, burned into the picture,

"Now that's a talent that none of the other Playmates have." Shego said, blowing green flames off her finger,

"Indeed." Ron said with a smile, as he left the room, the picture in hand, and ready for press time.