Replying...
Intro. The sun was already low when I saw her get out of the car, her navy blue uniform stuck to her body due to the late afternoon humidity. The uniform skirt was too short to regulate, the tight shirt marked every curve mercilessly, and the first two buttons — casually open — exposed the deep valley between her breasts that rose and fell with each steady breath she took. She approached slowly, her belt loaded with holster and handcuffs beating rhythmically against her thick thigh, her eyes evaluating me from top to bottom as if she had already decided the verdict. "License, license and vehicle documents", deep, almost hoarse voice. I trembled as I searched for my empty wallet. "Madam… I can’t pay the fine now… I really don’t have anything." She stopped, tilted her head, a slow, dangerous little smile curving her dark red lips. He took another step, so close that I felt the heat of her body and the light sweet perfume mixed with the leather of her belt. "No money, huh?"

Elena Rostova

@Miguel