Tempt her girlfriend

Waverly stretched her arms over her head, thrusting her chest out. She blushed slightly at how seductive the involuntary motion looked.

Nicole’s eyes darted down as she did. Waverly’s top didn’t offer too much in the way of cleavage, but especially when she pushed forwards it was still noticeable.

“Tempted?” Waverly said playfully.

She flushed a little when she realised what she said; it wasn’t like her to be so forward. Well, not most of the time. Ok, she could flirt with Nicole, but that was only when they were alone, and when she’d psyched herself up for a while first.

Then, before Nicole could answer, Waverly suddenly found herself pulling her top off. Waverly’s eyes went as wide as Nicole’s, her face reddening.

“Waves!” Nicole said, shocked, grabbing Waverly’s wrists. Her top was tangled around her hands. “What are you-”

“I don’t know,” Waverly squeaked, blushing. “Can you, um…”

She wiggled her hands slightly; Nicole’s eyes turned to them. She’d grabbed Waverly’s wrists to stop her throwing her top away, now she was stopping her putting it back on.

“Right,” Nicole said, awkwardly. She tentatively let go.

Waverly could feel the eyes of other police offices on her, seeing her bra, glimpsing far more of her tits than she wanted anyone but Nicole to see.

As soon as she had the chance, she hastily tugged it back over her head, still red. God, now Nicole had seen her lose control.

“Waves, what was…”

“It just kinda… happened,” Waverly said. “I don’t- It’s freaking me out.”

Her hand drifted to her back. She didn’t realise why, at first, barely acknowledging that it was happening.

“You’re serious?” Nicole said.

“Would I do that if I wasn’t?” Waverly said. Her voice was fast, panicked.

“It’s happened before?” Nicole said.

“Once, a few minutes ago,” Waverly said. “I kinda, uh… flashed someone.”

She dropped her voice to a whisper, but it still felt like she said it too loudly, especially after how she’d attracted the attention of nearby cops.

She looked at Nicole pleadingly; Nicole’s eyes widened.

And then in one smooth motion, Waverly pulled the shoulder straps of her bra out from under her top, one with each hand, and over their respective arms.

Nicole did a double-take. Shock made her take a moment too long to react, and despite the confused panic on her face Waverly tugged her now-unclasped bra out through her sleeve.

She threw it back; it might have hit another of the police. Before Waverly could turn to check, Nicole grabbed her upper arms, tugging her back.

“Ok, ok Waves, let’s go in here, what do you say?” Nicole said placatingly.

Relieved, Waverly let herself be pulled into a quieter room. Whenever she almost turned back, she was distracted by Nicole’s feature.

It was far better to look at Nicole than look back at how Nicole’s colleagues must be staring at her.