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Starr Sizzle, walked confidently up the long paved walk toward the large double iron and wood doors of the suburban Washington DC mansion. Her tall thin heels clicked loudly against the stone pavers. The valet watched her walk, the open door to her silver Ferrari ignored for the moment. He refused to remove his eyes from her swiveling hips and round bubble butt dancing under the ultra-thin tight red latex of her dress. Starr knew he was watching. She knew the other valets were ignoring the cars pulled in behind hers as they watched. She knew that both the thin doorman as well as the beefy security guard next to him were watching. She also knew that at least one security guard, probably more, was glued to a camera monitor watching. And she was going to give them a show.
Without any real conscious thought or effort Starr turned on her strut as she moved down the walk. Each long leg stretched out, nylon shimmering in the light, toe pointed, stiletto heel clicking down to touch concrete directly in front of her. The following foot landed immediately in front of the first, as if she were walking a tightrope. The effect was to swivel her hips and her tight bottom left and then right. The bright house lights reflected off of the latex  material of Starr’s dress and creating dancing sparkles to tease the men's imagination.
The dress she wore was red, skin tight and low cut in both front and back. She arched her back slightly to ensure that the material was stretched up and over as well as around her considerable curves. In front the material clung tight to her belly and then curved up to just barely cover her areola. Her nipples, naturally large, were intentionally excited and hard, and clearly visible tenting the smooth tight clinging material into two prominent peaks.   All of her upper breast was bare and tightly compressed into eye-catching cleavage. In back the dress plunged dramatically from beneath her breasts to form a perfect bare curve, the apex of which was a fraction above the crease of her round cheeks exposing a cute perfectly placed dimple. Her back was completely bare. Tiny strategically placed slivers of tape kept the important edges of dress from slipping and creating a view that would be completely unacceptable and ensured that it remained merely scandalous.
When she reached the door Starr dangled the gold scripted invitation between scarlet covered fingers. For a second the doorman did not react. Both his and the guard’s eyes were trapped staring at the perfectly smooth rounded orbs the dress’s built in push up top presented for their visual pleasure. Starr was not disturbed or surprised by their reaction. She had seen it hundreds of times. Her free hand rested on her cocked hip, the dress’s hip high double slits revealing one knee slightly cocked and the other locked straight and balanced on the thin five inch heel of her classic red Jimmy Choo pump, as she waited patiently for the two men to complete their mental feast and notice her invitation. She was aware of that the entire length of her silk red thigh high stocking were exposed. But, since that was her intent, she didn't care. With an almost visible mental effort the shorter and thinner of the two men refocused himself on the slim piece of paper Starr dangled in front of him.  Finally he took the notem gave it a quick look and checked it against a list on his ipad.  He looked up, nodded, and for the first time looked at her eyes and smiled, “Welcome to Embassy reception…. Miss …ahhh…Sizzle.”
Starr gave him a dazzling smile that made his knees weak.
The doorman stepped aside and motioned for Starr to pass through the double doors and into the light and hum of conversation that pervaded the reception hall. He couldn’t help but spare one more glance for her lush perfectly curved behind. No pantie lines he thought… she must be wearing a thong. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress except stockings. As Starr moved into the building he turned back to his duties with a very satisfied smile on his face. He noticed the security guard grinning as well and they exchanged winks. They both understood that a woman like Miss Sizzle was at the reception for business and pleasure.
Starr paused briefly at the top of a short broad flight of stairs. The room was full of beautiful people dressed impeccably. She was in.   The men at the door were right, she was attending the reception purely for business. They were wrong about the pleasure part. Especially for one particular gun running corrupt diplomat.
Agent Mickey Ramirez, aka. Starr Sizzle, stepped into the crowd under the scrutiny of dozens of hungry eyes, male, and female.  She ignored them. Her main thought was that the rest of her mission would go just as smoothly as the entrance.
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See part 2, Mission Accomplished, 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.

Description

Starr Sizzle, walked confidently up the long paved walk toward the large double iron and wood doors of the suburban Washington DC mansion. Her tall thin heels clicked loudly against the stone pavers. The valet watched her walk, the open door to her silver Ferrari ignored for the moment. He refused to remove his eyes from her swiveling hips and round bubble butt dancing under the ultra-thin tight red latex of her dress. Starr knew he was watching. She knew the other valets were ignoring the cars pulled in behind hers as they watched. She knew that both the thin doorman as well as the beefy security guard next to him were watching. She also knew that at least one security guard, probably more, was glued to a camera monitor watching. And she was going to give them a show.
Without any real conscious thought or effort Starr turned on her strut as she moved down the walk. Each long leg stretched out, nylon shimmering in the light, toe pointed, stiletto heel clicking down to touch concrete directly in front of her. The following foot landed immediately in front of the first, as if she were walking a tightrope. The effect was to swivel her hips and her tight bottom left and then right. The bright house lights reflected off of the latex  material of Starr’s dress and creating dancing sparkles to tease the men's imagination.
The dress she wore was red, skin tight and low cut in both front and back. She arched her back slightly to ensure that the material was stretched up and over as well as around her considerable curves. In front the material clung tight to her belly and then curved up to just barely cover her areola. Her nipples, naturally large, were intentionally excited and hard, and clearly visible tenting the smooth tight clinging material into two prominent peaks.   All of her upper breast was bare and tightly compressed into eye-catching cleavage. In back the dress plunged dramatically from beneath her breasts to form a perfect bare curve, the apex of which was a fraction above the crease of her round cheeks exposing a cute perfectly placed dimple. Her back was completely bare. Tiny strategically placed slivers of tape kept the important edges of dress from slipping and creating a view that would be completely unacceptable and ensured that it remained merely scandalous.
When she reached the door Starr dangled the gold scripted invitation between scarlet covered fingers. For a second the doorman did not react. Both his and the guard’s eyes were trapped staring at the perfectly smooth rounded orbs the dress’s built in push up top presented for their visual pleasure. Starr was not disturbed or surprised by their reaction. She had seen it hundreds of times. Her free hand rested on her cocked hip, the dress’s hip high double slits revealing one knee slightly cocked and the other locked straight and balanced on the thin five inch heel of her classic red Jimmy Choo pump, as she waited patiently for the two men to complete their mental feast and notice her invitation. She was aware of that the entire length of her silk red thigh high stocking were exposed. But, since that was her intent, she didn't care. With an almost visible mental effort the shorter and thinner of the two men refocused himself on the slim piece of paper Starr dangled in front of him.  Finally he took the notem gave it a quick look and checked it against a list on his ipad.  He looked up, nodded, and for the first time looked at her eyes and smiled, “Welcome to Embassy reception…. Miss …ahhh…Sizzle.”
Starr gave him a dazzling smile that made his knees weak.
The doorman stepped aside and motioned for Starr to pass through the double doors and into the light and hum of conversation that pervaded the reception hall. He couldn’t help but spare one more glance for her lush perfectly curved behind. No pantie lines he thought… she must be wearing a thong. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress except stockings. As Starr moved into the building he turned back to his duties with a very satisfied smile on his face. He noticed the security guard grinning as well and they exchanged winks. They both understood that a woman like Miss Sizzle was at the reception for business and pleasure.
Starr paused briefly at the top of a short broad flight of stairs. The room was full of beautiful people dressed impeccably. She was in.   The men at the door were right, she was attending the reception purely for business. They were wrong about the pleasure part. Especially for one particular gun running corrupt diplomat.
Agent Mickey Ramirez, aka. Starr Sizzle, stepped into the crowd under the scrutiny of dozens of hungry eyes, male, and female.  She ignored them. Her main thought was that the rest of her mission would go just as smoothly as the entrance.
------------------------------
See part 2, Mission Accomplished, here:

--------------------------------

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.