Sexy Policewoman Costume Novels & Stories

he declared, his voice deep and authoritative, standing tall with the stamina of a real cop. Beauty's eyes widened, and then a slow, teasing smile spread across her lips. Her gaze wandered over him, all over him, the way his uniform fit him perfectly. She bit her bottom lip lightly before running her tongue over her glossy lips, leaving them even shinier. "Well, well," she said with a soft, sultry voice. "A strong, sexy cop... just what I've been waiting for." She stood up, her movements seductive as she walked toward him. The wet leather body suit clung to her every curve, accentuating the sway of her hips

"The man had on a large trench coat, and his face was hidden in all of it under a huge hat. He knew the building too well to know exactly where the cameras were, and know where she was kept" "So we might have another mole" I mumbled in conclusion, feeling utterly conflicted. "But who in the force would want to kill Mia? She didn't do us anything" Sean reasoned, and I couldn't help but agree. Mia did nothing to us. Up until today, she had a clean record. She was never involved with any cops either, from her and Jason's testimonies. But then, something caught nudged at my brain. "Wait did you say he had on a large trench coat, and a hat?" I asked, realising it sounded oddly familiar.

I could see the evil glint in her eyes, she used that scent on purpose. The second, we were in public. I had a reputation as a cop and couldn't be found flirting around with a woman. We were in the courthouse crying out loud. And third, what the fuck was she wearing? A good amount of her cleavage was exposed and her ass? Damn! She's got a nice ass, the type that'll make you drool if she walks past. Her hips were so wide,the perfect definition of the figure eight. I finally managed to slip away when she wasn't looking and went into the men's room.

~ Selene ~ The air in the police station is thick and heavy. It smells of cheap floor wax, old sweat, and burnt coffee. I sit in a metal chair that is bolted to the gray floor. It is hard and cold against my back. My silk dress is ruined now. There are long, black streaks of ash on my sleeves from the West Wing. My hair is messy, and my hands are dirty, but I do not try to hide them. I look at the detective across the table. He is an older man with a tired face and eyes that have seen too many bad nights. He looks at me like I am a puzzle he cannot solve. I want to laugh at him. I am not a puzzle. I am a Moore who finally stopped caring about the weight of the name.

X said threatening them. A woman in blond hair suddenly emerges between the group of police officers. This woman was an eye-catching as she was so stunning at her black with gold lining police uniform: blond hair tidied and ponytail so well, lips like an apple that reflected on her porcelain skin, her body curves were so perfect that will make you awe. Beautiful yet has an aura of authority, strict and coolness. “I wonder what kind of hole they're hiding. It's so hard to find out; yet, these thugs show up voluntarily. Thank you so much. It saves us time.” Kate said smirking.

So, the man got out of there, leaving her with free time, when she waited until the baby man came; She went into the changing room, put on a white nanny outfit, with a big paddle that said bad, bad boy. A wig with a black bun, a frill, and clothes that clearly said someone had issues. The man for the fetish was a muscular policeman in a full uniform, he was sergeant, with the insignia and he had his hair shaved. - Today is you, then? - The man questioned her. - Oh, yes, my baby, the clothes are neat and folded, on top of the closet.

He read the information about the man but there was still no clue as to his whereabouts. He looked up when there was a knock at his door and she walked in, he dropped the file and got to his feet. He let out a whistle when he saw her dressed as a sexy cop, she had on a short, black leather dress that was skin tight. It was cut low in the front, but what got him turned on was the thigh-high fishnet stockings with a bow at the top. She also had on the dark glasses and a hat, she looked so hot and sexy he felt his manhood getting hard.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

However, she decided to bring their designer clothes, in case. When Sloane was arrested, she was wearing a white tracksuit. June’s clothes were big. The police officer looked at Sloane’s clothes and nodded his head. Aunt Mildred rushed to her car and took the suit cover from the car boot, then she accompanied the girls to one of the rooms. The police officers guard their doors to prevent them from escaping. Sloane and June walked out of the room wearing custom-made dresses. Sloane was wearing a cream knee-high dress and June was wearing a red knee-high dress. They had light makeup on their faces. They looked stunning.

She did a little twirl then looked at me over her shoulder, her brows wiggled as a mischievous smile formed on her red lips. Trish was dressed as a sexy Catwoman. Instead of doing it the way Anne Hatheway did in The Dark Knight Rises, she went for Halle Berry’s version and was wearing vinyl lingerie paired with leather pants and killer heels. And of course, she had a cat mask headpiece on and was also carrying a whip. I was pretty sure the guys would be all over her. “You look really hot,” I finally said. “Hot enough for anyone to commit a sin?” asked Trish, tilting her head to one side.