She gets saved but sweaty and nude

Lara pressed her bare foot down a little harder on the thug’s throat, her body glowing under the streetlights, chest rising and falling from the intensity of the fight. Her muscular thighs tensed, her full, natural breasts swaying slightly as she caught her breath.

"Let’s make this simple, cariño," she purred, voice smooth but edged with dominance. "I’m looking for Mateo Vasquez. Where is he?"

The man beneath her gasped, torn between fear, confusion, and an eyeful of the most stunningly naked woman he’d ever seen. His eyes flickered over her toned abs, her strong arms, her thick, round ass that hovered just above his chest. He coughed, trying to keep his focus, but it was impossible.

Before he could stammer out a response, a sharp voice cut through the air.

"¡Alto! Policía!"

Lara’s head snapped up, her dark, damp hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Standing at the end of the alley was a cop, his gun drawn but lowered, his expression caught somewhere between authority and sheer, dumbfounded disbelief.

"What the hell…?" His eyes were wide, flicking between Lara’s completely exposed body and the man she was pinning beneath her. He was clearly struggling to figure out whether to arrest her or pull out a damn camera.

Lara grinned, completely unbothered by her nudity. She stood up straight, removing her foot from the thug’s throat and placing a hand on her hip, her bare breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.

"Oh good, a cop. Maybe you can help." She tilted her head, giving him a playful smirk. "I was just having a friendly little chat with this guy about Mateo Vasquez. Maybe you know where I can find him?"

The officer visibly struggled to keep his eyes on her face. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "Señorita, you—you're naked."

Lara glanced down at herself as if only now noticing her lack of clothing. Then she simply shrugged, her curves shifting temptingly with the motion. "Oh yeah. That happens sometimes."

The thug on the ground coughed, trying to crawl away.

Lara sighed dramatically and placed one strong, bare foot on his chest, pinning him again. Her thick thighs flexed slightly, her glutes tightening just enough to make the officer momentarily forget what he was supposed to be doing.

"She’s innocent!"

Lara turned to see the female bartender from earlier—a curvy Latina with caramel skin and dark, piercing eyes—striding toward them, her tight blouse still stained from the drinks she had been serving.

"These bastards started it," she explained, jabbing a finger at the moaning thugs on the ground. "She was just defending herself."

The cop hesitated. It was clear he still wasn’t sure whether to arrest Lara, admire her, or offer her his jacket.

With a casual air, Lara finally stepped off the groaning man, tossing her damp, tousled hair back, completely unfazed by her nudity. She sauntered over to one of the **** thugs, bending down in a way that was absolutely, devastatingly deliberate, she walks

giving the cop and the bartender a prime view of her sculpted backside as she tugged a leather jacket off his limp body.

She slid it over her bare shoulders, the fabric barely covering the peaks of her nipples as she let the hem hang loose over her curvy, toned ass.

Lara flashed the cop a playful smirk. "Guess that means I’m free to go, officer?"

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he muttered, "Just… get out of here before someone writes a report I don’t wanna explain."

Lara winked. "Pleasure doing business."

The bartender chuckled. "Come on, princesa. I’ll give you a lift."

Lara slipped into the passenger seat of the bartender’s car, stretching her long, powerful legs out as she watched the neon lights of the city blur past.

"You really are something else, you know that?" the bartender said, side-eyeing her. "I thought you were just some reckless gringa. But that hotel you’re staying at? That’s some high-end shit."

Lara smirked, tapping her manicured fingers against her knee. "Oh, sweetheart, I’m full of surprises."

When they pulled up to the hotel, the bartender leaned against the wheel, waiting for Lara to step out. But instead of leaving, Lara lingered, her lips curling into something dangerously inviting.

She leaned in just slightly, her gaze smoldering as she purred, "I’ve got a new bottle of wine upstairs… It’d be a shame to open it alone."

The bartender’s breath hitched. "You always invite strangers up for drinks, princesa?"

Lara dragged a teasing finger along the edge of the leather jacket barely hanging onto her shoulders, exposing just a hint of bare skin beneath.

"Only the interesting ones."

The bartender swallowed hard. "Damn… you’re trouble."

Lara smirked. "The best kind."

The scene faded to black as the invitation hung in the air, heavy with possibility.