Pt. VII: Preparations
The undercover woman agent finished taping the transmitter to Janet's chest just below her left breast.
"OK, that'll do it," she said, stepping back and observing her handy work. "Unless you decide to do a striptease, they never know you're wired."
"What if they frisk me?" Janet asked, feeling self-conscious standing naked before the agent.
"It's not likely. They have no reason to think you're not the rich bitch you're portraying yourself to be, out to sample the perversity of life."
"Maybe I ought to wear jogging shoes just in case I need to do some running," Janet joked.
The agent smiled. "Don't worry. We have you fully covered. We'll be there if you should need us. Count on it."
Janet walked over to her bed where a black strapless mini dress lay. On the floor were a pair of spiked heels with T-straps. Thong-backed bikini panties lay next to the dress. On her vanity was a three-strand choker of genuine pearls and a three carat diamond ring easily worth thirty thousand dollars. The Bureau had spared no expense to make her look like the rich bitch she was supposed to be.
They had even brought in a team of make-over artist to redo her from head to foot: sauna bath and fragrant oil massage followed by professionally applied make up, a new dyed-blonde hair style and a manicure and pedicure. She hardly recognized herself when she looked in the mirror. She was shocked to see how devastatingly sexy she looked.
