Mission Accomplished by donnaDomenitzo on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Starr Sizzle sauntered through the big double doors of the mansion and out to the large circular driveway. There was no need for a valet stub, the boys in the red vests all knew which car went with the lady in red. As she waited for them to bring her silver machine around she noted that security seemed significantly more robust than when she arrived. Four guards manned the door. Other guards stood nonchalantly to the side of the drive. She watched as the security cameras were manually positioned to follow her. She could see the lens revolving to maximum zoom. All this would have caused her concern except she had seen it all before. This wasn’t her first rodeo. It was a long evening and the boys just needed a little entertainment. She smiled for the camera and made sure that the slit on her dress was open to her crotch. Before she left the entire security detail knew she wasn’t wearing panties.

When her car arrived, she made a show of slowly walking around it and inspecting it before she getting in. Her fingers traced the smooth shiny curves of the powerful machine. She made sure that she bent low to inspect the tires. One of the valets was so bold as to ask for a picture. She happily indulged him. There was no such thing as bad publicity. They didn’t know who she was but they assumed she was someone famous. Starr smiled. Though she was the most popular erotic dancer in the greater Washington DC area, those who knew of her celebrity were a small exclusive, and very well-heeled group of “gentlemen.”

Completing her show, Starr clicked open the doors and slid behind the wheel with all the grace and teasing display you would expect from a dancer who made a seven figure income through the art of erotic teasing. From inside the car she favored all of the men with a dazzling smile and small finger wave as the big vee-eight engine rumbled to life. The smoking hot red head then smoothly powered out of the driveway and through the mansion’s tall iron gates.

Watching the gates disappear in her rear view mirror Agent Mickey Ramirez, a.k.a. erotic dancer Starr Sizzle, congratulated herself on another mission accomplished.

She had easily found her date for the evening, the deputy Ambassador of a country most people couldn’t find on a map. Through him she had engaged the gun-dealing diplomat who was her mark. Twenty minutes after a flirty conversation about the weather, and one drugged drink, the corrupt politician was blissfully unaware as he lay naked in one of the mansion’s many private rooms, a dog collar around his neck, wearing lacy pink thong panties and lipstick, surrounded by sex toys, and posing on command as “Starr” snapped away with her micro digital camera disguised as a gaudy ring. Twenty minutes after that she was kissing him good night as she needed to rejoin her date before he missed her. Her corrupt companion teased her breasts one last time as he kissed her and congratulated himself on another suave conquest. All he remembered was the image of a hot tryst with a beautiful mysterious red head. A memory that Starr had implanted in his mind.

Weeks after the mission, an anonymous caller would provide copies of the incredibly embarrassing and humiliating pictures to the diplomat. The agency would then use them to ensure his full cooperation as they documented and then destroyed the entire illegal arms network.

As Starr drove to the private club where she worked for one of her twice a week shows, she savored the feel of the perfectly engineered machine effortlessly gliding through the dark silent streets of Washington. She thoroughly enjoyed all that all that power under her control, at her command –completely obedient to her desires. She also loved her job –both of them.

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See part one of this story, The Mission, here:

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A brief return to update the adventures of Mickey Ramirez of the "Vice" story.

An obvious nod to Jessica Rabbit

Daz3d->Reality->Lux render with a v4 model.