Sexy Policewoman Costume Novels & Stories

They were a little scuffed, but it added a roughness and seemed to fit with the messy hair and five o'clock shadow. He stopped at a desk where a small girl detective with dark pixie hair sat. She wore a shoulder holster with a firearm and a blue-checkered flannel shirt with a navy tweed tie. Over her chair was a suede sports jacket in black with black corduroy elbow patches matching her black corduroy pants. Chloe noticed she had on wingtips, too, black. Mr. Policeman handed her the file he had with him that had not been opened and gave her some vague instructions. Once they were around the corner, Chloe asked, "Is…Is she gay?"

I hooked up with a lawyer who I screwed repeatedly in the Women's bathroom and she was calling me for round 2. Second question (the first one was name/ID/reason for being in this part of town dressed like I was)? Was she paying me? 'No'. Was I practicing safe sex (female cop – married even)? 'Yes'. Was she the red-head at the door behind me? 'Yes she was and goodnight.' "What are you dressed like that for?" Nicole smiled. In her mind she already knew the answer – I had come here to fuck her – raw and primal. "Ballroom dancing was not on the itinerary you gave me," I smiled. We went inside.

Perfect. Cassie scrambled to finish, wipe, and pull down her dress before the officer got out of the vehicle. It wasn't difficult to imagine what Cassie looked like to the officer, considering her slutty attire. She stood silent and lopsided, waiting for the chance to explain the situation, however humiliating it was. A uniformed policewoman exited the cruiser and moved towards Cassie, pointing the beam of a flashlight at her face. "You women will never learn, will you?" the policewoman said, shaking her head in disgust. "Look at yourself. Not a shred of dignity left to spare."

ELIZABETH: The night air was electric with anticipation as I slipped into my costume, a stunning batwoman outfit that hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, the way the black fabric shimmered under the dim light, making me feel both fierce and glamorous. Beside me, my best friend Cheryl was putting the final touches on her Cleopatra costume. The golden accents of her outfit sparkled like sunlight, and her dramatic eye makeup only added to the regal vibe she radiated.

I wink at her, and we both start laughing just as Ella comes down the hall. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Work is kind of slow tonight but watching some of the scenes going on is actually kind of interesting. I file them away to possibly try will Precious sometime. As I’m standing by one of the scene rooms, a woman comes walking up to me. She’s dressed in an all- black cat woman-like body suit that is accessorized with a belt that has a whip, cuffs, and a few other items secured to it. Her breasts are practically hanging out of the top. It’s easy to tell that she is a Domme or a Dominatrix as some people call it.

I made my way back to the motel as quickly as I could without drawing suspicion, leaving the handful of men behind at the cottage to continue the search for clues. When I arrived, I recognized the woman. She had been dressed as a panda the night before and thrown herself at every one of us. Her demeanor seemed much more subdued in the light of day, though her choice of clothing was still as ridiculous. She was sitting on the end of the motel bed, wearing a barely-there sailor moon costume and extravagant makeup. I could smell her arousal before I had even entered the room. “I am more than game to have a little fun with all of you.” She grinned, licking her lips. “But I think we need a few gr