Fishnets, hooker boots, leather jacket and booty shorts

“Yo, McKenna! What do you think of this?”

Nancy briefly glanced over to Schmelzer, who pulled something out of one of the white plastic container he was browsing through and lifted it up for her to see.

“Are those… chaps?!” she asked, looking irritated at the items he held up.

“Yep, ass-less leather chaps!” Schmelzer grinned, shaking them for her. They were made of black leather and adorned with fringy seams on each sides. “There’s even a fitting leather bra in here as well. Bet you’d look fantastic in these!”

“Put that back, you ass!” Nancy grumbled before turning back to her own container, continuing her hopeless hunt for a non-revealing hooker outfit.

The evidence room was a big, windowless room, illuminated with bright, pale light and lined from wall to wall with rows of ceiling-high shelves containing all matters of items that had been involved in LAPD cases. This included ****, weapons and also seized clothes, which were regularly used by the officers to disguise themselves to blend in in certain scenes. What better way to come up with a costume than clothes that actually stemmed from the environments that you were trying to infiltrate. Over the years, the LAPD had acquired quite the collection of clothes, enabling them to pose as almost anyone.

Nancy was almost surprised what a huge fund of prostitute’s clothes was present. Slutty clothes in all shapes, colors and sizes were stuffed into the big, white plastic containers that she and Schmelzer were currently browsing through, yet what was a problem was to find a set of clothing that Nancy could bring herself to wear. She would fulfill this request of Calloway, then she would hold that in his face for the rest of eternity. She knew that Schmelzer had just waited for an opportunity like this! Ever since she had roughly rebuked him he had been waiting for his chance to get back at her and now he had his opportunity of humiliating her. Making her dress up like a little whore and she couldn’t stop it. For a job like this it was essential to come up with a perfect outfit as any inconsistencies could be giveaways that would alarm would-be criminals to her presence and ruin the entire operation. A whore dressed in a regular pair of blue jeans was as much a giveaway as a flashing blue light atop the car. There was little choice but to do this right.

Gritting her teeth in anger, Nancy dug deeper into the box, looking for an appropriate pair of bottoms. So far, she had managed to come up with a cropped, red leather jacket that looked and felt a bit cheaply made, but had the advantage that she could zip it closed, covering her up rather well while only revealing her midriff. Surprisingly the hunt for something to wear underneath had been a bit harder. Most garments were either see-through, not even close to her size or giving off a funny smell. Due to the time pressure, Nancy had grabbed a black bikini top. It was slutty and flimsy, the fabric was way too thin for her taste, but she argued that she could close the jacket and it wouldn’t show anyway.

The problem that she now faced was that all she could find were slutty dresses and skirts and Nancy had no intention of wearing any of those if there was even the slightest chance that she would have to do some running. While that wasn’t part of the plan, she would bet heavily that Schmelzer would find a reason some way to make her run, just to get an accidental upskirt moment out of her and she was determined not to let that happen.

“McKenna, I know you girls are fascinated by clothes and your mind is running wild with all the options here, but we really need to get going!”

Nancy rolled her eyes as she pulled a pair of red fishnet tights from her box. Schmelzer’s comments were the damn cherry on her shit sundae. He really relished the situation and was happy to twist the knife, too, constantly suggesting the sluttiest options. Skirts that would barely cover her crotch and such…

“Shut up…” Nancy muttered, when along with the fishnets, a white pair of leather booty shorts was dragged out from the messy pile of clothes. It was tacky and cheap and it would look oh so slutty, but in all likelihood it would keep her privates covered in a reliable fashion…

“Got it!” Nancy exclaimed, pulling the shorts out and grabbing them along with the fishnets, top and jacket before heading towards the back of the room, where a white screen was set up to provide a small changing area with a mirror, a small chair and a floor lamp to illuminate the secluded corner.