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Chapter 5
The Bet
/Easy Money/
by
REO Speedwagon
South of the border, I'm busted,
Caught by a woman I trusted,
Now don't you call me a fool, it could happen to you,
It's just bad luck it had to happen to me,
Sweet Carmelita betrayed me,
She said 'Take me home, serenade me,'
I figured a song would do me no wrong,
I didn't know how wrong I could be,
Easy money,
For just one run to Peru,
It'll be so easy, we'll have no trouble gettin' through,
And I almost made it,
Except for that one border guard,
He opened up my guitar, hello prison yard,
Goodbye easy money, easy money,
But Chiquita must've told her my story,
'Cause when my eyes finally focused next morning,
Carmelita had spoken, bout guitars, and some coke,
and she laughed as they slapped me in chains,
I was thrown in a cell with a killer,
A convict you caught through the night,
While I lay awake, with the chills and the shakes,
Hopin' for a file in a cake,
Easy money,
For just one run to Peru,
It'll be so easy, we'll have no trouble gettin' through,
And I almost made it,
Except for that one border guard,
He opened up my guitar, hello prison yard,
Goodbye easy money, easy money.
Another beautiful May morning found former teen hero Kim Possible, and her close friend since High school, Monique Wilson, walking to the home of Bonnie Rockwaller, looking toward another boring lingerie party.
"Why do we keep going to these things, Monique?" Kim asked for what seemed like the millionth time,
"Because, girlfriend, sooner, or later, I'm going to get you to buy some of this stuff." Monique replied,
"Not gonna happen . . . not now, not ever." Kim stated, crossing her arms across her chest,
"Girl, you gotta get with the times, and you wonder why you and Ron don't have a sex life." Monique said, not meeting Kim's eyes,
"My sex life is really nobody's business but mine, and Ron's." Kim stated, a bit of a hard edge to her voice,
"Kim, I know you all too well, you two haven't had sex since just after you started dating." Monique replied,
"Wrong." Kim said,
"Enlighten me, then." Monique replied,
"We never have . . . it's not my idea, I can assure you, Ron wants to wait until /after/ we're married." Kim commented,
"A real Romeo, huh?" Monique asked,
"No, I think it's kind of sweet that he would wait, usually it's the woman that forces the man to wait, not the other way around." Kim replied,
"Better get quiet, girl, we're coming up on the home of the mouth herself." Monique commented, as they approached the ranch style home of Bonnie Rockwaller,
"It's about time you two got here, everyone else is already waiting." Bonnie replied, holding onto what seemed to be flimsy pieces of silk, and lace,
"Okay, miss Victoria's Secret, let's get this done, and over with." Kim said, now taking a seat next to Monique, in the rear of the room.
The party seemed to drag on, until Bonnie came to an interesting piece that seemed to instantly grab Kim's attention,
"What on Earth is that?" Kim asked, looking at the item that seemed to be a cross between a bustier, and a garter belt, with it's own matching pair of lace panties,
"The name that the manufacturer calls it is the Merry Widow, comes complete with the bustier style top, a built in garter belt, the matching panties, and a matching pair of stockings." Bonnie replied,
"That looks like something you'd find in Playboy." Kim replied, not bothering to even look at the garment,
"Funny you should say that, K," Bonnie said, a smirk on her face, "Hef personally deals with the company for his centerfold shoots."
"Uh-huh, and why hasn't he asked you to pose, Bonnie." Monique said, taking a swipe at Bonnie,
"Because I never sent in a letter to him, that's why." Bonnie replied,
"Oh, it's a kind of contest, then." Hope said,
"Yeah, and it's not the easiest one to win." Bonnie said, now sitting down,
"How's that?" Marcella asked,
"Because two-thirds of the girls that send in a request get rejected, and of the one third that make it, another half of them never make it past the interview." Bonnie explained,
"So basically it's less than one percent that get selected." Monique said,
"Pretty much." Bonnie said,
"You seem to know a lot about it, Bonnie, something tells me that you did try once before." Kim said, a sly smirk playing her features,
"Hardly, K . . . Connie and Loni tried it about three years ago, and both of them got turned down flat." Bonnie said, a true smile gracing her face,
"I wonder what got 'em, looks, or attitude?" Kim asked, looking at Bonnie,
"Their requests were rejected by Hef himself, said they weren't exotic looking enough for a centerfold spread with his magazine." Bonnie replied, her smile still firmly in place,
"You ought to try it, Bonnie, who knows, maybe you might succeed where your sisters failed." Tara replied, smiling somewhat,
"I think you're missing the point, Tara, I never sent in, because I never wanted to try out." Bonnie replied,
"What's the matter, Bonnie, cold feet?" Zita Flores asked, now looking at Bonnie with mirth in her eyes,
"No, Zita, I just never wanted to do it." Bonnie replied, now looking over at the lovely Latin-American woman,
"Sounds like you're scared to me, Bonnie." Kim replied,
"Scared of what?" Bonnie asked,
"Scared of being rejected . . . besides, I doubt highly that Hugh Heffner himself answers those letters, I'll bet that it's his personal assistant that answers them." Kim replied,
"Alright, Kim, put your money where your mouth is, I got twenty bucks that says I get a positive answer from Hef himself. You game for that one?" Bonnie said, now pulling from her purse, a brand new, crisp twenty dollar bill,
"Cut me in on a slice of that action, I'll toss in twenty that I'll be the first to get an answer." Monique said, now tossing a twenty into the now growing pot,
"Not so fast, /chica/," Zita responded, now tossing a twenty on top of Bonnie, and Monique's offerings, "I'm in."
"I'm all up in this one." Marcella responded, tossing her twenty into the pot,
"I'm there." Hope said, now adding her money with the rest,
"What's life without a few risks, I'm in." Tara said, adding her money into the pot,
"What's it going to be, K . . . are you in, or out?" Bonnie asked,
"I don't know, I just . . ." but Kim didn't finish her sentence, at that moment, a black covered magazine fell from Monique's bag, which was still hanging from her shoulder, Kim reached down, and looked at the title.
"/You/ read Playboy, Monique . . . you gotta be kidding me." Kim said, now handing the magazine back to Monique,
"I think that the party jokes page in there has some good laughers, thank you." Monique said,
"Besides, it's not hers, it's mine." Tara said, now taking the magazine from Monique, and accidentally showing the bottom half of the centerfold inside, Kim caught a glimpse of a set of greenish colored legs, and took the magazine from Tara's grip quickly,
"No way . . ./ NO WAY!/" Kim said, now opening up the centerfold, to reveal the nude body of Shego, staring back at her, looking as though someone had poured her onto the bed she was lying on, the pose was very seductive, and she was only dressed in a pair of green stockings, held up by a green garter belt,
"What is it?" Tara asked,
"Shego posed for Playboy?" Kim said, completely bewildered at what she was seeing,
"You've gotta be kidding me, girl." Monique said, now peering over Kim's shoulder to see Shego staring back at her,
"I'll be damned, how did she pull that off from a prison cell?" Monique asked, looking at Kim,
"I don't know." Kim replied,
"What's so wrong with Sarah Gogh posing for Playboy?" Tara asked,
"Because she's supposed to be spending the rest of her life behind bars, that's why, she was sentenced to life in the Federal Prison in Colorado Springs." Kim said, handing the magazine back to Tara, who put it away in her bag,
"Sarah Gogh . . . is that even her real name?" Monique asked,
"Yep, I checked it out before we busted her the last time." Kim replied,
"So, who is she that you busted her?" Bonnie asked,
"Well, I know her better under a different name . . . Shego." Kim replied,
"That green chick that you and Ron were always fighting?" Marcella asked,
"Do you know of another?" Kim responded,
"And Stoppable's out in L.A., K, if she finds him, it's going to be lights out on Broadway." Bonnie commented,
"I'm in." Kim said, pulling out a twenty from her pocketbook, and with eyes flaming, she slammed it down with enough force to make the heavy oak coffee table shake where it stood.
Two days later, at Monique's apartment:
Kim and Monique were taking pictures of each other, either with very little clothing on, or completely nude, Kim had just finished her shots, Monique having gone first,
"I think we got enough shots to send in, we need to meet up with the others at the post office, we're all supposed to send in our letters at the same time." Monique commented, reminding Kim that they had all agreed to send their letters at the same time, and that they would meet at the post office downtown,
"Right, let's get dressed, and get down there." Kim said,
"Sounds good to me." Monique replied,
"Yeah, even though I still doubt that mine will get answered." Kim commented offhandedly,
"What makes you think that?" Monique asked,
"I highly doubt that Hugh Heffner would take a woman that's engaged." Kim replied,
"Two words, Kim . . . Dorothy Stratton." Monique mentioned, referring to the 1980 Playmate Of the Year, and one of the more tragic figures in Playboy's over 50 year history,
"Not a good reference, Monique." Kim stated,
"Want another one, fine . . . Kimberly Conrad . . . she married Hef himself about four months after her centerfold was shot." Monique stated,
"Okay, I get the picture, Monique, I'll send it in." Kim said, shaking her head in defeat.
At the post office:
Kim and Monique were the last to arrive at the post office, having been delayed first by an accident on the freeway, and later, by a detour that they had to make, due to the fact that the road they would've normally taken was closed for street repairs,
"What happened with you two?" Zita asked when they finally arrived,
"Got delayed." Monique replied,
"Okay, we need to choose a photo that we're going to send in with our letters, we'll start with you first, Tara." Bonnie said, now looking at the photos that Tara took the night before,
"Now this one might get Hef's attention." Bonnie said, holding up a photo of a topless Tara, wearing a pair of white lace panties, an innocent look on her face, and holding onto a lollipop,
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me, that one is horrible, Bonnie." Tara said, looking at the picture,
"It fits your look, Tara, the innocent, sweet little girl next door." Kim replied,
"Thanks, Kim." Tara replied, rather sarcastically,
"Okay, now, for Hope." Bonnie said, taking Hope's pictures, and looking them over, she finally settled for a Hope in a small kimono, oversized, and off the shoulder, with an open front,
"I liked that one, I borrowed my mother's kimono for that shoot." Hope replied, smiling,
"Okay, now for Zita." Bonnie replied, taking the pictures that Zita had shot of herself, they finally settled on one of her wearing a small salsa dress, the halter top was open, showing off her assets, and putting her upper body on display,
"Good choice." Zita said, stuffing the picture into the envelope,
"Okay, Monique, your turn." Bonnie said, now taking Monique's pictures, and thumbing through them, until she came across one of Monique wearing a red cami, and thong, the front of the cami was pulled underneath of her breasts, showing off her ample assets,
"I kinda thought Kim was being lazy when she snapped that one." Monique commented, looking at Kim, who blushed slightly,
"Now, for mine." Bonnie said, pulling out one picture, which showed her with a bare back, and a simple blue nad covering up her front, she was looking over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes,
"It suits you, Bonnie." Kim commented,
"My turn." Marcella said, now laying down several pictures of her wearing a small Aztec number, with the front completely exposed, showing off her breasts for the camera,
"Good shot, Marcella." Bonnie replied, handing the pic back to Marcella,
"Thank you." Marcella replied, stuffing the picture into the envelope she had with her,
"Your turn, K." Bonnie said, looking at Kim, who pulled out several pictures of her wearing a kind of lavender garter, and stockings, with a matching pair of panties,
"You borrowed that outfit from Monique, didn't you?" Bonnie asked,
"Yep." Kim said, now stuffing the selected picture into the envelope, and sealing it shut before she changed her mind and not send it with the letter,
"Okay, ladies, let's get these sent out." Bonnie said, leading the group over to the mailbox, located in a corner of the large room, Bonnie dumped hers in first, followed by Monique, Tara, Marcella, Hope, Zita, and finally, Kim,
"Well, I guess no one can say that we didn't have the guts to try." Kim commented, as they walked out of the post office, with satisfied smiles on their faces.
Two weeks later:
The girls were all sitting at the small table that was crammed into Monique's kitchen, all of them holding onto envelopes with the Playboy bunny logo on the front, none of them had been opened yet.
"The moment of truth, ladies, time to see who won the bet." Bonnie said, slitting hers open with a chrome plated letter opener,
"Dear Miss Rockwaller . . . NO WAY! I'VE BEEN SELECTED! PAY UP, LADIES!" Bonnie shouted, as her eyes slid down the letter she held in her hands,
"Put the brakes on there, Bonnie, you're going to have to split that one." Tara said, now sitting her letter down on the table, so that everyone could read it,
"A tie? This is going to be interesting." Monique said,
"Make it a three way tie." Marcella said, now sitting her letter down onto the table, a wide smile on her face,
"Oh, this is getting ridiculous." Bonnie said, a sarcastic smirk on her face,
"Better reserve my seat on the plane, /chica/, I got accepted." Zita replied, beaming,
"Right behind mine," Hope said, slamming her letter onto the table with a satisfied smile, "I'm in."
"Better count me in on the festivities," Monique said, now showing off her letter, "I'm on my way to L.A."
"Okay, Kim, we're down to you." Tara said, looking at Kim, who hadn't opened her letter,
"I don't know . . ." Kim said, slackening her grip onto the envelope in her hand, this was just the opportunity Monique needed, she moved quickly, snatching the letter out of Kim's hand before she could even move,
"Monique . . . give me that back." Kim pleaded,
"Too late, girlfriend." Monique said, slitting the envelope open, and reading the letter:
From the office of:
Hugh M. Heffner
2134 Palm Canyon Rd.
Beverly Hills, CA
Miss Kimberly A. Possible
1327 Main Street, Apt. C2
Middleton, CO.
Dear Miss Possible,
Please allow me to be the first person to congratulate you upon becoming the newest Playboy Playmate, enclosed is a one-way airfare from Middleton, to Los Angeles International Airport, where a limousine will pick you up, and take you to the mansion, there, your photo shoot, interview, and chat will take place, please wear casual dress, as this is a photo shoot for a centerfold, and a wardrobe will be provided for you, once again, congratulations, and the best of luck to you.
Sincerely,
Hugh M. Heffner
Owner, and founder,
Playboy Enterprises Inc.
"You're in girl." Monique said in a squeal,
"I don't know, what would Ron think about this, or my parents, for that matter." Kim replied,
"Who cares," Marcella commented, "you're a big girl, Kim, and old enough to make your own decisions."
"Backing out at the last minute, Kimmie?" Bonnie said, with a little of the old attitude creeping in,
"Did you hear me say that I was backing out, Bonnie?" Kim replied, the well-known temper instantly flaring up,
"It sure sounds like it," Bonnie retorted, then, she added, in a voice to match Kim's, "/what will Ron think . . . what will my parents think/, you're whining about stupid stuff."
"It's hardly stupid, Bonnie, there's a lot of what if's involved in something like this." Kim replied,
"Not even," Bonnie replied, "it's a simple yes or no thing, Kim, are you in, or out?"
"I still don't know." Kim stated,
"Fine, if you're out, then I guess I'll help keep Ronnie warm at night." Bonnie said, knowing that this would spur Kim into going,
"FINE!" Kim bellowed, the fire in her eyes intensifying, "I'm in."
"Fine . . . see you on the plane, K." Bonnie replied, smirking as she walked away,
"You/ DO/ realize she just played you, right?" Monique asked, looking hard at Kim,
"Well, it's time I do some playing of my own." Kim replied, an evil grin stealing over her features,
"Straight up, girl." Monique replied,
"Besides, I highly doubt she'll win Playmate Of the Year, way too much competition, and we're a little more real than she is." Kim added as an afterthought,
"We'll figure that out later, we got like three hours to pack, and get to the airport." Hope said, looking down at her ticket,
"I gotta get packed. Gimme a minute." Monique responded, rushing to her room,
"Same here." Kim added, running for the door, and to her apartment.
Middleton Airport:
The seven girls quickly unloaded their baggage, and ran to the terminal where their plane stood on the tarmac,
"Let's get our seats, ladies, next stop, sunny Los Angeles." Tara commented, running up to the ticket counter, and handing her boarding pass to the agent, followed closely by Bonnie, Marcella, Hope, Zita, Monique, and finally, Kim,
"Something tells me that we're going to get more than we bargained for, Monique." Kim said, as she walked down the loading ramp, and onto the plane.
Los Angeles CA, some 1000 miles away:
Ron Stoppable was walking the grounds of the Playboy mansion, grumbling to himself, Hef was true to his word, sticking Ron to shooting centerfolds, and local stuff for the next three weeks, he was grumbling about it being unfair, when a cold shiver shot down his spine,
'What the hell was that all about?' he thought to himself, shaking his head, and shaking off the sudden sensation he got, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something earth shattering was about to happen, something that would alter his life forever.
The Bet
/Easy Money/
by
REO Speedwagon
South of the border, I'm busted,
Caught by a woman I trusted,
Now don't you call me a fool, it could happen to you,
It's just bad luck it had to happen to me,
Sweet Carmelita betrayed me,
She said 'Take me home, serenade me,'
I figured a song would do me no wrong,
I didn't know how wrong I could be,
Easy money,
For just one run to Peru,
It'll be so easy, we'll have no trouble gettin' through,
And I almost made it,
Except for that one border guard,
He opened up my guitar, hello prison yard,
Goodbye easy money, easy money,
But Chiquita must've told her my story,
'Cause when my eyes finally focused next morning,
Carmelita had spoken, bout guitars, and some coke,
and she laughed as they slapped me in chains,
I was thrown in a cell with a killer,
A convict you caught through the night,
While I lay awake, with the chills and the shakes,
Hopin' for a file in a cake,
Easy money,
For just one run to Peru,
It'll be so easy, we'll have no trouble gettin' through,
And I almost made it,
Except for that one border guard,
He opened up my guitar, hello prison yard,
Goodbye easy money, easy money.
Another beautiful May morning found former teen hero Kim Possible, and her close friend since High school, Monique Wilson, walking to the home of Bonnie Rockwaller, looking toward another boring lingerie party.
"Why do we keep going to these things, Monique?" Kim asked for what seemed like the millionth time,
"Because, girlfriend, sooner, or later, I'm going to get you to buy some of this stuff." Monique replied,
"Not gonna happen . . . not now, not ever." Kim stated, crossing her arms across her chest,
"Girl, you gotta get with the times, and you wonder why you and Ron don't have a sex life." Monique said, not meeting Kim's eyes,
"My sex life is really nobody's business but mine, and Ron's." Kim stated, a bit of a hard edge to her voice,
"Kim, I know you all too well, you two haven't had sex since just after you started dating." Monique replied,
"Wrong." Kim said,
"Enlighten me, then." Monique replied,
"We never have . . . it's not my idea, I can assure you, Ron wants to wait until /after/ we're married." Kim commented,
"A real Romeo, huh?" Monique asked,
"No, I think it's kind of sweet that he would wait, usually it's the woman that forces the man to wait, not the other way around." Kim replied,
"Better get quiet, girl, we're coming up on the home of the mouth herself." Monique commented, as they approached the ranch style home of Bonnie Rockwaller,
"It's about time you two got here, everyone else is already waiting." Bonnie replied, holding onto what seemed to be flimsy pieces of silk, and lace,
"Okay, miss Victoria's Secret, let's get this done, and over with." Kim said, now taking a seat next to Monique, in the rear of the room.
The party seemed to drag on, until Bonnie came to an interesting piece that seemed to instantly grab Kim's attention,
"What on Earth is that?" Kim asked, looking at the item that seemed to be a cross between a bustier, and a garter belt, with it's own matching pair of lace panties,
"The name that the manufacturer calls it is the Merry Widow, comes complete with the bustier style top, a built in garter belt, the matching panties, and a matching pair of stockings." Bonnie replied,
"That looks like something you'd find in Playboy." Kim replied, not bothering to even look at the garment,
"Funny you should say that, K," Bonnie said, a smirk on her face, "Hef personally deals with the company for his centerfold shoots."
"Uh-huh, and why hasn't he asked you to pose, Bonnie." Monique said, taking a swipe at Bonnie,
"Because I never sent in a letter to him, that's why." Bonnie replied,
"Oh, it's a kind of contest, then." Hope said,
"Yeah, and it's not the easiest one to win." Bonnie said, now sitting down,
"How's that?" Marcella asked,
"Because two-thirds of the girls that send in a request get rejected, and of the one third that make it, another half of them never make it past the interview." Bonnie explained,
"So basically it's less than one percent that get selected." Monique said,
"Pretty much." Bonnie said,
"You seem to know a lot about it, Bonnie, something tells me that you did try once before." Kim said, a sly smirk playing her features,
"Hardly, K . . . Connie and Loni tried it about three years ago, and both of them got turned down flat." Bonnie said, a true smile gracing her face,
"I wonder what got 'em, looks, or attitude?" Kim asked, looking at Bonnie,
"Their requests were rejected by Hef himself, said they weren't exotic looking enough for a centerfold spread with his magazine." Bonnie replied, her smile still firmly in place,
"You ought to try it, Bonnie, who knows, maybe you might succeed where your sisters failed." Tara replied, smiling somewhat,
"I think you're missing the point, Tara, I never sent in, because I never wanted to try out." Bonnie replied,
"What's the matter, Bonnie, cold feet?" Zita Flores asked, now looking at Bonnie with mirth in her eyes,
"No, Zita, I just never wanted to do it." Bonnie replied, now looking over at the lovely Latin-American woman,
"Sounds like you're scared to me, Bonnie." Kim replied,
"Scared of what?" Bonnie asked,
"Scared of being rejected . . . besides, I doubt highly that Hugh Heffner himself answers those letters, I'll bet that it's his personal assistant that answers them." Kim replied,
"Alright, Kim, put your money where your mouth is, I got twenty bucks that says I get a positive answer from Hef himself. You game for that one?" Bonnie said, now pulling from her purse, a brand new, crisp twenty dollar bill,
"Cut me in on a slice of that action, I'll toss in twenty that I'll be the first to get an answer." Monique said, now tossing a twenty into the now growing pot,
"Not so fast, /chica/," Zita responded, now tossing a twenty on top of Bonnie, and Monique's offerings, "I'm in."
"I'm all up in this one." Marcella responded, tossing her twenty into the pot,
"I'm there." Hope said, now adding her money with the rest,
"What's life without a few risks, I'm in." Tara said, adding her money into the pot,
"What's it going to be, K . . . are you in, or out?" Bonnie asked,
"I don't know, I just . . ." but Kim didn't finish her sentence, at that moment, a black covered magazine fell from Monique's bag, which was still hanging from her shoulder, Kim reached down, and looked at the title.
"/You/ read Playboy, Monique . . . you gotta be kidding me." Kim said, now handing the magazine back to Monique,
"I think that the party jokes page in there has some good laughers, thank you." Monique said,
"Besides, it's not hers, it's mine." Tara said, now taking the magazine from Monique, and accidentally showing the bottom half of the centerfold inside, Kim caught a glimpse of a set of greenish colored legs, and took the magazine from Tara's grip quickly,
"No way . . ./ NO WAY!/" Kim said, now opening up the centerfold, to reveal the nude body of Shego, staring back at her, looking as though someone had poured her onto the bed she was lying on, the pose was very seductive, and she was only dressed in a pair of green stockings, held up by a green garter belt,
"What is it?" Tara asked,
"Shego posed for Playboy?" Kim said, completely bewildered at what she was seeing,
"You've gotta be kidding me, girl." Monique said, now peering over Kim's shoulder to see Shego staring back at her,
"I'll be damned, how did she pull that off from a prison cell?" Monique asked, looking at Kim,
"I don't know." Kim replied,
"What's so wrong with Sarah Gogh posing for Playboy?" Tara asked,
"Because she's supposed to be spending the rest of her life behind bars, that's why, she was sentenced to life in the Federal Prison in Colorado Springs." Kim said, handing the magazine back to Tara, who put it away in her bag,
"Sarah Gogh . . . is that even her real name?" Monique asked,
"Yep, I checked it out before we busted her the last time." Kim replied,
"So, who is she that you busted her?" Bonnie asked,
"Well, I know her better under a different name . . . Shego." Kim replied,
"That green chick that you and Ron were always fighting?" Marcella asked,
"Do you know of another?" Kim responded,
"And Stoppable's out in L.A., K, if she finds him, it's going to be lights out on Broadway." Bonnie commented,
"I'm in." Kim said, pulling out a twenty from her pocketbook, and with eyes flaming, she slammed it down with enough force to make the heavy oak coffee table shake where it stood.
Two days later, at Monique's apartment:
Kim and Monique were taking pictures of each other, either with very little clothing on, or completely nude, Kim had just finished her shots, Monique having gone first,
"I think we got enough shots to send in, we need to meet up with the others at the post office, we're all supposed to send in our letters at the same time." Monique commented, reminding Kim that they had all agreed to send their letters at the same time, and that they would meet at the post office downtown,
"Right, let's get dressed, and get down there." Kim said,
"Sounds good to me." Monique replied,
"Yeah, even though I still doubt that mine will get answered." Kim commented offhandedly,
"What makes you think that?" Monique asked,
"I highly doubt that Hugh Heffner would take a woman that's engaged." Kim replied,
"Two words, Kim . . . Dorothy Stratton." Monique mentioned, referring to the 1980 Playmate Of the Year, and one of the more tragic figures in Playboy's over 50 year history,
"Not a good reference, Monique." Kim stated,
"Want another one, fine . . . Kimberly Conrad . . . she married Hef himself about four months after her centerfold was shot." Monique stated,
"Okay, I get the picture, Monique, I'll send it in." Kim said, shaking her head in defeat.
At the post office:
Kim and Monique were the last to arrive at the post office, having been delayed first by an accident on the freeway, and later, by a detour that they had to make, due to the fact that the road they would've normally taken was closed for street repairs,
"What happened with you two?" Zita asked when they finally arrived,
"Got delayed." Monique replied,
"Okay, we need to choose a photo that we're going to send in with our letters, we'll start with you first, Tara." Bonnie said, now looking at the photos that Tara took the night before,
"Now this one might get Hef's attention." Bonnie said, holding up a photo of a topless Tara, wearing a pair of white lace panties, an innocent look on her face, and holding onto a lollipop,
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me, that one is horrible, Bonnie." Tara said, looking at the picture,
"It fits your look, Tara, the innocent, sweet little girl next door." Kim replied,
"Thanks, Kim." Tara replied, rather sarcastically,
"Okay, now, for Hope." Bonnie said, taking Hope's pictures, and looking them over, she finally settled for a Hope in a small kimono, oversized, and off the shoulder, with an open front,
"I liked that one, I borrowed my mother's kimono for that shoot." Hope replied, smiling,
"Okay, now for Zita." Bonnie replied, taking the pictures that Zita had shot of herself, they finally settled on one of her wearing a small salsa dress, the halter top was open, showing off her assets, and putting her upper body on display,
"Good choice." Zita said, stuffing the picture into the envelope,
"Okay, Monique, your turn." Bonnie said, now taking Monique's pictures, and thumbing through them, until she came across one of Monique wearing a red cami, and thong, the front of the cami was pulled underneath of her breasts, showing off her ample assets,
"I kinda thought Kim was being lazy when she snapped that one." Monique commented, looking at Kim, who blushed slightly,
"Now, for mine." Bonnie said, pulling out one picture, which showed her with a bare back, and a simple blue nad covering up her front, she was looking over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes,
"It suits you, Bonnie." Kim commented,
"My turn." Marcella said, now laying down several pictures of her wearing a small Aztec number, with the front completely exposed, showing off her breasts for the camera,
"Good shot, Marcella." Bonnie replied, handing the pic back to Marcella,
"Thank you." Marcella replied, stuffing the picture into the envelope she had with her,
"Your turn, K." Bonnie said, looking at Kim, who pulled out several pictures of her wearing a kind of lavender garter, and stockings, with a matching pair of panties,
"You borrowed that outfit from Monique, didn't you?" Bonnie asked,
"Yep." Kim said, now stuffing the selected picture into the envelope, and sealing it shut before she changed her mind and not send it with the letter,
"Okay, ladies, let's get these sent out." Bonnie said, leading the group over to the mailbox, located in a corner of the large room, Bonnie dumped hers in first, followed by Monique, Tara, Marcella, Hope, Zita, and finally, Kim,
"Well, I guess no one can say that we didn't have the guts to try." Kim commented, as they walked out of the post office, with satisfied smiles on their faces.
Two weeks later:
The girls were all sitting at the small table that was crammed into Monique's kitchen, all of them holding onto envelopes with the Playboy bunny logo on the front, none of them had been opened yet.
"The moment of truth, ladies, time to see who won the bet." Bonnie said, slitting hers open with a chrome plated letter opener,
"Dear Miss Rockwaller . . . NO WAY! I'VE BEEN SELECTED! PAY UP, LADIES!" Bonnie shouted, as her eyes slid down the letter she held in her hands,
"Put the brakes on there, Bonnie, you're going to have to split that one." Tara said, now sitting her letter down on the table, so that everyone could read it,
"A tie? This is going to be interesting." Monique said,
"Make it a three way tie." Marcella said, now sitting her letter down onto the table, a wide smile on her face,
"Oh, this is getting ridiculous." Bonnie said, a sarcastic smirk on her face,
"Better reserve my seat on the plane, /chica/, I got accepted." Zita replied, beaming,
"Right behind mine," Hope said, slamming her letter onto the table with a satisfied smile, "I'm in."
"Better count me in on the festivities," Monique said, now showing off her letter, "I'm on my way to L.A."
"Okay, Kim, we're down to you." Tara said, looking at Kim, who hadn't opened her letter,
"I don't know . . ." Kim said, slackening her grip onto the envelope in her hand, this was just the opportunity Monique needed, she moved quickly, snatching the letter out of Kim's hand before she could even move,
"Monique . . . give me that back." Kim pleaded,
"Too late, girlfriend." Monique said, slitting the envelope open, and reading the letter:
From the office of:
Hugh M. Heffner
2134 Palm Canyon Rd.
Beverly Hills, CA
Miss Kimberly A. Possible
1327 Main Street, Apt. C2
Middleton, CO.
Dear Miss Possible,
Please allow me to be the first person to congratulate you upon becoming the newest Playboy Playmate, enclosed is a one-way airfare from Middleton, to Los Angeles International Airport, where a limousine will pick you up, and take you to the mansion, there, your photo shoot, interview, and chat will take place, please wear casual dress, as this is a photo shoot for a centerfold, and a wardrobe will be provided for you, once again, congratulations, and the best of luck to you.
Sincerely,
Hugh M. Heffner
Owner, and founder,
Playboy Enterprises Inc.
"You're in girl." Monique said in a squeal,
"I don't know, what would Ron think about this, or my parents, for that matter." Kim replied,
"Who cares," Marcella commented, "you're a big girl, Kim, and old enough to make your own decisions."
"Backing out at the last minute, Kimmie?" Bonnie said, with a little of the old attitude creeping in,
"Did you hear me say that I was backing out, Bonnie?" Kim replied, the well-known temper instantly flaring up,
"It sure sounds like it," Bonnie retorted, then, she added, in a voice to match Kim's, "/what will Ron think . . . what will my parents think/, you're whining about stupid stuff."
"It's hardly stupid, Bonnie, there's a lot of what if's involved in something like this." Kim replied,
"Not even," Bonnie replied, "it's a simple yes or no thing, Kim, are you in, or out?"
"I still don't know." Kim stated,
"Fine, if you're out, then I guess I'll help keep Ronnie warm at night." Bonnie said, knowing that this would spur Kim into going,
"FINE!" Kim bellowed, the fire in her eyes intensifying, "I'm in."
"Fine . . . see you on the plane, K." Bonnie replied, smirking as she walked away,
"You/ DO/ realize she just played you, right?" Monique asked, looking hard at Kim,
"Well, it's time I do some playing of my own." Kim replied, an evil grin stealing over her features,
"Straight up, girl." Monique replied,
"Besides, I highly doubt she'll win Playmate Of the Year, way too much competition, and we're a little more real than she is." Kim added as an afterthought,
"We'll figure that out later, we got like three hours to pack, and get to the airport." Hope said, looking down at her ticket,
"I gotta get packed. Gimme a minute." Monique responded, rushing to her room,
"Same here." Kim added, running for the door, and to her apartment.
Middleton Airport:
The seven girls quickly unloaded their baggage, and ran to the terminal where their plane stood on the tarmac,
"Let's get our seats, ladies, next stop, sunny Los Angeles." Tara commented, running up to the ticket counter, and handing her boarding pass to the agent, followed closely by Bonnie, Marcella, Hope, Zita, Monique, and finally, Kim,
"Something tells me that we're going to get more than we bargained for, Monique." Kim said, as she walked down the loading ramp, and onto the plane.
Los Angeles CA, some 1000 miles away:
Ron Stoppable was walking the grounds of the Playboy mansion, grumbling to himself, Hef was true to his word, sticking Ron to shooting centerfolds, and local stuff for the next three weeks, he was grumbling about it being unfair, when a cold shiver shot down his spine,
'What the hell was that all about?' he thought to himself, shaking his head, and shaking off the sudden sensation he got, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something earth shattering was about to happen, something that would alter his life forever.
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