Under the neon lights: a night shift with a twist

In the heart of the city, under the neon lights of a quiet street, a young, striking figure in a police uniform stood. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing a face with a smirk that suggested more than just authority. Beneath her jacket was a crisp white shirt and a red tie, knotted perfectly. Her skirt, a microskirt, revealed her stockinged legs. As she readjusted her police cap, a hint of a large futacock, encased in a dark pink sheath, was visible. Yet, no nuts could be seen, only the suggestive outline of testicles absent. The city continued its rhythm around her, oblivious to the spectacle before them.