A Pantyhose Investigation

Lt. Rachael Cavalli showed up asking about the missing pantyhose. Serene acted like it was the first she’d heard of it. Rachael came straight with the questions, kept the pressure on, trying to crack the story wide open. Those tights clung to Serene in two layers, sheer over black, the nylon catching every twitch. Her chest stretched the blouse fabric and left nothing hidden. Rachael’s line of sight kept drifting, words catching mid-sentence. Nothing landed except proof that the real distraction sat right in front of her, dressed in silk and moving slow.