As Nancy changes, Schmelzer spies

Schmelzer watched Nancy’s ass as she rushed past him and towards the privacy area, disappointed when she diligently adjusted the privacy screen after tossing her clothes onto the chair, effectively taking away his chances of catching a peek at her. He almost turned back to his box, amusing himself by sifting through naughty clothes when Nancy flicked on the small lamp.

Getting a sudden idea, a grin spread on the thin man’s face. He quickly walked over to the room’s entrance and flicked off the ceiling lights in the section around the changing area before heading back. To his utter excitement, the uniform light source of the floor lamp, threw a very sharp, detailed shadow onto the white screen, creating what almost was a naughty shadow puppet show. McKenna was utterly oblivious to this as the effect had not been visible with the floor lights on.

As it was, however, Schmelzer was treated to a strange shadow striptease as he watched Nancy’s silhouette, her back turned to the screen. She shrugged off her blazer and folded it up neatly before placing it over the backrest of the chair.

“You know, McKenna, I really feel like we got off on the wrong foot!” he said loudly, feeling that the quiet that had filled the room was too suspicious. He watched as Nancy paused briefly and he could literally sense her rolling her eyes at his comment before she continued, peeling her tanktop up and over her head, “I’m sure we will get to know each other much better now and we will be much closer afterwards…”

Nancy shook her head, already tired of this man. “I doubt it!”

“Oh, we’ll see!” Schmelzer muttered, not loud enough for her to hear as he watched Nancy’s shadow reach behind her back to unhook her bra, then lean forward slightly to shrug it off. As she turned to the side to place the garment over the chair with her other clothes, he could see the outline of McKenna’s soft, round tits, hanging from her chest. The shadow was so sharp that he could even make out the pert bump of her nipple, standing proudly on the perfect orb. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he watched his topless colleague while she slipped out of her sneakers and socks. Balancing on one foot, this made her hanging boobs jiggle deliciously, eliciting the wish in him to grab them and squeeze and play with those funbags, use them as handles as he pounded his bitchy co-worker into whimpering submission.

Taking his phone, he swiftly pulled up WhatsApp where he pulled up a group called “LAPD Bitches”. The group was made up of him, his partner Mike Campbell and a couple of select male members of the **** who shared a common disdain for the female LAPD staff gradually pushing their way into higher positions on the back of regulations and strategic dicksucking. It was filled with the members venting their frustrations as well as sharing pictures and videos of their hottest co-workers. Some of them were secretly taken, women in skimpy outfits: low-cut blouses, tight pants, some in dresses or skirts. Others were decidedly spicier!

Some of the men had managed to seduce the women and it had become sort of a fun competition between them to share pictures of their female colleagues sucking dick or getting fucked doggy-style. Over time a staggering collection of raunchy material had amassed that contained a large chunk of the female officers.

So far, the crown jewel of the group, which also functioned as the group’s profile picture, was a picture of Detective Syd Burnett’s spread pussy. Officer Jacobs had managed to get the gorgeous, black woman for a one night stand after a long night out, taking advantage of the many shots of tequila the woman had had. The picture had been taken once she had fallen asleep after riding Jacobs for half an hour, the young officer taking utter advantage, flooding the group with a series of pictures of the slumbering woman’s tits and cunt, even going so far as to get a picture of her wrinkled, dark-brown asshole.

Contrary to her rather slutty partner, McKenna had so far evaded the men’s attempts to get any real NSFW pictures of her, which, given her stunning good looks, had made the Latina sort of the white whale of the group. While there were snaps of her sporting pokies in a tank top or wearing some nice, tight pants, even a few of her all dolled up for some sort of undercover work, nobody had gotten the really good stuff from her yet. Today, all that would change!

“You know, maybe I didn’t acknowledge how much value you add to the ****…” Schmelzer said, activating the camera to get a picture of McKenna’s silhouette, clearly showing the fact she was topless.

Nancy, utterly clueless to the show she was putting on, continued by unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her pants. The jeans she wore were tight-fitting, designed to cling to her shapely legs and to shimmy them off, the Detective had to wiggle her hips from side to side while pushing them down, gradually managing to peel them off inadvertently putting on a very sensuous display for her voyeur.

“I think our relationship is exactly the way it should be!” Nancy replied as she put her jeans aside, then glanced at herself in the mirror. Naked, except for the small, black thong she wore, Nancy couldn’t help but indulge for a moment in taking in her body. Shapely legs, flat stomach, her round c-cups still sitting high and proud on her chest, topped by small, light-brown nipples. She worked out and it showed and she couldn’t help but be proud of the results…

She ran a thumb underneath the waistband of her thong for a moment, pondering taking it off. Just the thrill, the pure “Fuck you”-factor of standing completely naked in the same room as creepy Schmelzer, was almost appealing enough, but in the end, she decided against it. No way she’d wear these clothes without underwear underneath. Also, she had to say that the skimpy black panties kind of worked for a hooker as well. She had put them on to feel sexy this morning, just her own, personal ego boost. Now, they suited her prostitute disguise.

Schmelzer stood with his phone up, watching McKenna’s shadow mesmerized, willing her to take her panties off. He had to suppress a disappointed groan when she didn’t and instead grabbed the fishnet tights, but the titty-jiggling show he got as she hopped on one leg to put them on helped him get over himself. He got another couple of pictures as Nancy slipped on the shorts, then tied the bikini top, making him smile as he saw her adjust her breasts.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you want to do here…” Nancy said loudly as she grabbed her jacket, putting it on and getting ready to zip it up when her eyes widened.

“Shit!” she hissed. The jacket was too small! Not only was the red leather cropped, designed to show off a good hand wide of her midriff, but it seemed it also was not supposed to zip up. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t make the two halves of the zipper connect, always leaving a good two-inch gap. Desperately, she looked at herself in the mirror. The jacket gaped open wide, giving a good view of her cleavage, which was sinfully pushed together by the bikini top, creating a deep, golden valley of tit-flesh.

“What’s taking so long?” she heard Schmelzer’s impatient voice from the other side of the screen, “They’re not going to wait for us, you know?”

“Fuck you!” Nancy shouted back, fighting the sudden dread inside her chest as she undertook a last, fruitless attempt to close her jacket up before she gave up. Stunned, she stared at herself. Schmelzer was right. There was no more time, they needed to go. Her mind feeling numb, she turned around and slowly came around the screen.

CLICK!

“What the fuck?!” Nancy fumed, shocked again as she found herself face to face with Schmelzer’s phone, who snapped a picture with complete delight on his face.

“Oh, that’s awesome!” he grinned admiring the snapshot he had taken of his prissy co-worker, dressed up all slutty. He had even re-activated the shutter sound after his previous pictures just to piss her off more.

“Delete that!” Nancy demanded, shocked by the insolence.

“No way!” Schmelzer retorted. Two clicks, and all the pictures were uploaded for his buddies to see along with the caption “The slut is getting ready to work (and get worked)!” He then slipped the phone back before she could argue any more. “C’mon, McKenna, we gotta go!”

“I… I still need some shoes!” Nancy stammered, struggling to keep her grip on the situation.

“I found you these! Should be your size!” Schmelzer grinned and tossed her a pair of shiny, black leather boots, that Nancy just barely caught, “Now put them on and let’s! Fucking! Go!”

“But…” Nancy tried to say, but he had turned to leave already, ending any discussion. Taking a closer look, she was stunned by the footwear he had picked out for her. Tight, wet-look overknee boots, adorned with some dangerous-looking three-inch-heels and adorned with shiny, silver zippers along the insides. At least, those would make them easier to put on, but they really looked like something a porn star would be ashamed to wear. “… but…”

Defeated, Nancy realized that Schmelzer was already gone, heading for the garage and there was no time to look through the boxes for another pair of footwear that would fit. Shaking her head in defeat, the Detective quickly struggled to put them on before she tottered out of the room as fast as she could. This really was the opposite of tactical footwear…

She had a bad feeling about this…