Saturday Story 2025 #22 (God, Her Boots!)
Something new on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Detective Jameson interrogates a suspect in a series of burglaries, only to find himself transfixed by her footwear.
This was requested by nalak, just like Nervous the month before. If you want me to write a story for you, you know what you must do.
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Detective Jameson entered the cold interrogation room and blinked as the fluorescent lights’ unforgiving glare hit him right in the face. He closed the door behind him and sat down, his eyes darting toward the mirrored glass that separated him from the trio of observing officers.
Across from him, sat the suspect, a late-twenties woman called Nadia Collins. Her calm demeanor bordered on defiance. Her long, slim legs were crossed, and her high-heeled boots shone under the harsh light. Their gazes met, and for a moment, he was drawn to her beauty, as though she could see right through him.
Nadia leaned forward. Her crimson blouse fell just low enough to reveal the swell of her rounded breasts. They were tantalizing and barely contained by a lacy black bra. It almost made no difference if it was there or not, but he noticed it. He had been trained to notice even the smallest details, not that there was anything small about them.
She had long, black hair with subtle red highlights, full, glossy lips, and an infectious smile. Her eyes were verdant and lined with a smoky shadow. Every time she opened her mouth, it was hard not to think she was always three steps ahead of everyone else.
The police detective pressed his palm against the table separating them and said.
“Good morning, Miss Collins. I’m Detective Andrew Jameson. Since you waived your right to have an attorney present in the room, I’m going to ask you a series of questions about an ongoing criminal investigation. Can I count on your full collaboration?”
“Of course,” she replied. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Good. I’m going straight to the point, then. We know you’re involved in the recent string of burglaries downtown. Who are you working with and where can we find them?”
She tilted her head and smirked. “Burglaries? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Detective.”
His elbows rested on the table. “Don’t play coy with me, Miss Collins. You were caught near the last crime scene right after it happened and tried to evade the officers who answered the call. Now, why did you do that?”(…)
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