Thread: New Villain, New (Possible)ilities {darkest_fate&Google}

Kim was certain that she'd faced tougher foes before. Positive, even. There had definitely been tasks and creatures or persons or whatever that had been harder than this fight. It just so happened that she couldn't recall any, at least, not for the several moments the actual fight lasted. Kim whirled and moved with all her skill and talent, her body becoming nearly liquid at several points. She sent all kinds of silent thanks to everyone who had ever bothered to spend time to train her to fight, not to mention a passing thought to taking perhaps a little more time training. Still, she wasn't quite sure that she ever had the advantage. Sure, she landed a blow or two Kim could even feel a couple of shots that actually felt quite solid, nearly causing her pain, but Kim had a feeling that she never quite had the upper hand. That feeling solidified the moment Cain's hand seized about Kim's throat. The talented spy didn't stop there, of course. She reacted instantly, her body going surprisingly lax, her throat muscles tensing just enough, while her hands went to grab at his arm. The moment it became clear that Cain wasn't about to actually do anything more than hold her, Kim relaxed. Just slightly. She kept her green eyes locked on him, every inch of her informing her opponent that if he wanted, she'd be more than willing to pick up the fight again. He released her, and Kim landed softly, backpedaling a few steps almost by nature. She'd already slid back into a more combative form when Cain spoke. Well, she said, taking several deep breaths. she hadn't even realized that she was short of breath till she'd tried talking. Adrenaline, or something. She swallowed, almost feeling his fingers around her throat. I try to impress, sir. I trained under lots of different people. Can't remember them all. Kim punctuated this with a shrug. That what she said happened to be true certainly helped. Sure, the lion's share of Kim's ability came from cheerleading and constant training in that sport, but a good deal of it came from various people giving her tips throughout her career. Even Kim Possible couldn't be perfect all the time, despite what some of her fans might think. Not that she gave away any of this to her boss, instead watching him closely as he moved about, picking up a towel. Dinner? Kim repeated after Cain spoke. She'd relaxed now, and gave him a look that was equal parts are you fucking crazy and what do I do now? Kim's mouth worked a few times, her mind desperately trying to come up with some kind of excuse. When nothing came to mind, the redhead had no choice but to nod curtly. She saluted, heard the dismissal, and hurried to her quarters. Though Kim had barely gotten in them when she flipped on the Kimcommunicator. Within seconds she was embroiled in a conversation with Wade that essentially amounted to pull me out of here now . No arrangements could be made before dawn tomorrow, despite the hovering help that Kim had been promised. Wade assured her that a dinner shouldn't be a problem for the great Kim Possible. The redhead had nearly flipped off her old companion, and had to settle for shutting the device with an audible snap. She then moved on to the standard prep work for an evening like this. A timed shower first, to get rid of the sweat and help relax tensed muscles. Then some time styling the beautiful brilliant mane of hair. A little more time with makeup. Then the clothing. Somehow, Kim wasn't surprised at the dress provided for her. Cain didn't strike her as being all that shy. She managed to locate a pair of seamless black panties, silk, and shimmied into them. A garter and a pair of long stockings slid onto her feet, providing some coverage for the nearly obscene amount of leg on display. A matching bra help up and supported the girl's pert bust, not that it needed much in the way of support. Kim spent a few last seconds in the mirror adjusting things. The sheath of black contoured tightly to her body, and left at least two inches of stocking clad thigh to the air. A dangerous slit would likely reveal more if she moved wrong. At least there were a pair of straps over her shoulders, though the neckline still practically plunged. The back had rendered a bra almost impossible, though Kim managed with the practiced work of all her sex. Thus attired, prepared, and nervous, Kim set out for her dinner date with the master mind. Every inch of her crawled with unease, and she fervently hoped that it was all just her being antsy.