Distraction paired with a little B&E

“Of course, I do, Nancy, I’m not only the beauty but also the brains of our little superhero team, remember?!” Syd grinned. “So, I figure I go up and ring his doorbell, all charming as I am. Steph opens, sees all this sweet chocolate goodness standing on his porch, who says she is new to the neighborhood and saw him drive by and he is gonna be all distracted while my ex-criminal sidekick – this is where you come in – uses her ex-criminal sidekick-skills to sneak around the back, climbs inside and plants this baby on the coke. Boom, we’re done for the day, drinks are on you!”

“Textbook…” Nancy frowned sarcastically. “Of course, I will be the one to actually break the law. Couldn’t find a shadier way to get it in there?”

“I’m utilizing our skillsets to get the job done,” Syd shrugged, “The deal is gonna happen soon, I found us a window to get in, now it’s your turn…” she gestured towards the house. “… to find a window.”

Nancy sighed. It wasn’t the first time they had bent the rules for the greater good and it wouldn’t be the last time. Taking off her sunglasses and dropping them on the dashboard, she nodded and opened the car door. “Alright, let’s go then!”

“That’s my girl!” Syd grinned as she exited the car as well. Shrugging off her jacket, the black woman tossed it onto the backseat, then grabbed her breasts to push them up a little, accentuating her cleavage just a little bit more. “How do I look?”

Nancy glanced at her partner, who gave her a mock sultry impression. Her tits strained against the small, white tanktop, making it clear that Syd was not wearing a bra underneath. Despite the warm L.A. evening air, her pert nipples strained against the fabric, drawing the attention of even her straight partner. Tossing her own jacket onto the backseat, she hid her smirk. “Like the typical neighborhood skank!”

“Hey!” Syd sharply protested, glaring at the Latina. Running a hand through her wavy, black hair to give it a little more volume, her silky tresses fell appealingly down to her shoulders. “Top notch neighborhood skank!”

Both women giggled as they turned towards the job at hand, making their way towards the run-down house with the light-pink paint job.