Officer Jinx

The Police uniform was styled after highway patrol, complete with helmet, aviators, and wool-lined jacket.
Jinx plucked the shades from the jacket's breast pocket and slid them up her nose, watching you over the rim as they ascended. The left corner of her mouth pulled back in a smirk while she took her costume's zipper between her index and forefinger and traced down through her cleavage. With her top merely draped atop her breasts, Jinx needed only roll her shoulders for it to fall; it dangled from her waist as it slowly pulled the rest of her outfit further down her rounded frame. Her grey breast pushed out to you, her nipples hard in the night air. You see her well as she gradually turned to show you the side view while she searched your closet. Jinx dug into the coat and brought out the powder blue shirt. She slipped her arms pulls the collar up around her neck. With the sleeves rolled up the way they were, they cover no more than her shoulders.

"Seems your ex was a little small." the witch teased while struggling to get the shirt buttoned over her tits. While it ruined the pace a bit, Jinx did manage to get the shirt buttoned, though it gaped between each one and threatened to launch projectiles at any moment.

The clamps on the hanger snapped together as the thief took the navy blue hotpants from the rack. By now, her old outfit had parted with her hips and dangled from her thighs. Hidden, but not well enough, beneath the shirt tails, you saw a neon pink between her legs as she strode past, brushing against you as she did. Her skin felt like fine ash. You saw under her glasses for a moment, catching her sidelong glance. Her eyes were on you; they had been this whole time, hidden behind tinted glass, watching you grow hungry.

Jinx took a seat on the edge of the bed. She hooks her thumbs in the waist of her witch attire and guides it down over her thigh high boots. She brought her legs up to her chest while she wrestled the cloth over the platforms of her boots. Jinx grinned with her head on her knees before pointing her toes to let her old vestments fall to the floor.

The witch seemed to wait a moment, giving you time enough to act but not enough to think. Before you could step forward she was pulling the pants over her feet and stretching her legs down to the ground. Were you more impulsive, it would be you sliding between her legs, your hands tight against her ass, her arms pulling you into a snug fit around her.

You see the cunning of her ploy. She dangles opportunities for a moment to make you regret your caution and train you to seize the invitation automatically when it's offered. Clever girl. You'll need similar wit for your response; just accusing her would be disappointing.

"So," Jinx gives you a twirl before leaning out with a hand on her knee "does this work for you?"

She's close, but there's still something wrong with this image, "Tuck in your shirt."

The aviators failed to hide her expression when her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She was stunned for a moment and You swooped in close. You plunged your hands into her tight pant, pulling the shirt ends with you. You groped her ass and raked your nails across her skin all under the guise of helping her dress. You finished in the front, dragging your middle finger over her clitoris as you withdraw.

You pulled away to find her hands griping your shoulders. She looks a bit wobbly while she pants at the floor, her horns branching on either side of your head. "Um, thanks. I forgot about that." Jinx looks up, showing her blushing face. The shades slid down her nose, exposing her eyes. She caught it quickly and shoved the specs up her face, but you had already seen what she was trying to hide, all her emotions laid bare in her gaze.

Trying to calm herself, Jinx stood tall and spoke with authority, "Good evening, sir, we got reports of a break-in."