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A Silk Stalkings Adventure
The Ramon Vargas Affair
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Chapter 1: Preparing To Enter The Fray
Rita turned off the warm spray, squeezed the surplus water out of her hair, squirted a generous helping of shaving foam over her crotch, and rubbed it well in, before stepped out of the shower cubicle. She sat down on the fluffy lavatory seat cover, spread her legs apart, then reached out for the Ladyshave sitting on the glass wash-basin shelf. With her beautiful face a study in concentration, she began to carefully shave off the thick, curly brown thatch, with the safety razor, until just a narrow vee of luxuriant pubic hair remained, obscuring her sex.
When she was totally satisfied with her handiwork, she stepped back under the shower, and washed off the remaining shaving foam and surplus hair, still clinging to her nicely padded pudenda. "The things I do for this damned outfit!" she muttered, running her fingers down over the unfamiliar smoothness. "Ah, well..."
She stepped out of the shower, and toweled herself dry, on the large, pink, fluffy bathtowel, before applying a liberal quantity of baby talc to her newly tender parts.
Rita Lance was a real looker; five-feet five inches tall (excluding heels), and weighing 115 pounds in the raw, the brown-haired, green-eyed, B.A. in Criminology, had a face and figure that most women would've killed for. Hence her current predicament.
When she'd finished drying her shoulder-length hair, she stood and reached over to the shelf above the wash-basin, and picked up a small, plastic device, some three-inches in length, and a half-inch in diameter, that looked a little like a shortened, plastic cigar holder. She turned it over, in her hands, examining it, once again. A fine gold chain, about four-inches in length, was attached to the one domed end, with a tiny clasp at its end.
She twisted the top half of the cylinder, until it gave a quiet click, and raised it to her full, eminently kissable lips. "Testing, testing! One, two, three... This is Sergeant Rita Lance calling! Can you hear me Lorenzo, over?" she murmured.
"I hear you, Rita, loud and clear!" replied a tinny voice from the built-in speaker.
"Is the homing signal working, Chris?"
"Coming in loud and clear! Have you fitted it yet?"
"No, but I'm just about to!" she replied, blushing, in spite of herself.
"Okay, over and out, partner!"
Rita twisted the case to off, and sat back down on the lavatory seat. Taking a tube of KY Jelly from the wall-mounted cabinet, she smeared a liberal quantity over the surface of the device, and over her right index finger. Spreading her thighs apart, she eased apart her labia, with the fingers of her left hand, and slipped the lubricated digit inside her sex, moving it back and forth, several times, thoroughly lubricating her love tunnel.
"Mmmm!" she closed her eyes, and rocked back and forth on the seat, thoroughly enjoying this aspect of the activity.
She shook herself, with a small sigh of regret, and stopped frigging herself off. "There's work to be done, Sergeant!" she reminded herself.
She removed her finger and sought out the small, gold ring, attached to the freshly pierced end of her clitoris. "Another sacrifice!" she groaned. Holding the ring firmly between two, crimson-painted fingernails, she carefully clipped the end of the chain to it, and then took a deep breath, before inserting the well-greased device into her pussy, and pushing it in, as far as the length of chain would permit.
"Oh, Jeez!" she gasped, closing her eyes, as the cylinder slid home. "I just hope the chain doesn't break!"
Closing her thighs, she stood up, and carefully moved across to the clothes hook, on the back of the bathroom door. She took the black leather thong from off the hook, and carefully stepped into it, pulling it up over her shapely thighs and tight ass, and positioning it over her mons, before letting out her pent-up breath.
"There, the damned thing can't fall out now!" she muttered, as she eyed her near-naked reflection in the full length wall mirror. The wisp of underwear clung tightly to her hips, plunging down at the front, and barely covering her sex and the narrow strip of associated pubic hair, but clearly outlining her prominent nether lips, as it clung tightly to them.
She turned around to view her rear in the mirror. The pencil-thin strips of clinging leather, curved down from high on her hips, to join and disappear into the valley between her shapely buttocks. She bent forward, her legs astride, and examined the reflection of her crotch, through her legs. "It looks perfectly innocent!" she mused, not realizing what she'd just said. "No-one would ever realize that you were wired, Rita, love!"
She'd decided to dispense with a bra. "Anyway," she thought, running her hands over her breasts, "my boobs are firm and shapely enough to do without, and it suits the role I shall be playing!"
Satisfied, she opened the bathroom door, and padded into the adjoining bedroom. A simple, little black dress, made of stretch Lycra, was draped over the end of the mattress. She gathered it up and slipped it over her head, wriggling it down over her shapely figure, until it was clinging to her hips. She reached behind her and zipped up the zipper, that started at the base of her spine, and ended between her shoulder blades. She tugged at the plunge neckline, until her dark areolae were just about hidden, then adjusted the bootlace-thin shoulder straps, before turning to examine the reflection of her rear. The short skirt barely covered her ass, finishing at just above mid-thigh. She tugged at the hem, self-consciously.
"This is a totally impractical piece of evening wear," she told herself, with a sigh, "but just the sort of outfit that a high-class hooker might wear to a party!"
She sat down on the edge of the bed, and carefully rolled on a pair of sheer black stay-put stockings, with lacy tops, that reached almost to her crotch, before slipping on the matching pair of black pumps, with five-inch stiletto heels. "This outfit would be no damned good, in the pursuit of a felon!" she advised herself, with a grin, getting to her feet and wobbling, precariously, on the unaccustomed footwear. "Jesus, they make me feel ten-feet tall!" she exclaimed. She almost had a nose-bleed from the sudden altitude!
She sat down on the dressing table stool, and spent the next five minutes brushing and back-combing her hair into its usual full-bodied shape, with the help of a can of Max Factor hairspray. She then applied her make-up, using far more mascara, blusher, and eyeshadow, than she would normally have worn. She finished off with a thick layer of crimson lipstick, to accentuate her wide, full mouth, and then added some lip gloss, to give them the 'wet' look.
"There, that should do, you little harlot!" she murmured, with a grin, rising to her feet.
She sashayed into the living room, with an exaggerated sway of her hips. "How do I look?" she asked.
Sergeant Christopher Lorenzo, turned away from the TV set, where he had been engrossed in a Major League Baseball match, and his jaw almost hit the carpet. "Holy cow, Rita," he exclaimed, when he'd recovered from the initial shock, "you look absolutely stunning! If I didn't know it was you, I'd run you in for just looking like that! There ought to be a law against it!"
"Thank you kind sir," Rita replied, with a grin, giving him a slight curtsy.
"I shouldn't try to much of that!" Chris advised, returning her grin. "That pelmet your wearing, in place of a skirt, doesn't leave much room for maneuver, you little tease!"
"I've got to look the part!" she replied, with a pout, walking over, and wrapping her arms about his neck. As she pulled him up against her, she could feel the growing bulge in his pants, so she deliberately rubbed her crotch up against him.
"Hey, cut that out, Sam!" he ordered, gruffly, gripping her arms firmly, and gently pushing her away. "We've got work to do! Are you wearing the wire?" he asked, trying to focus his mind on the mission.
"Uh huh!"
