Detective Miller had been called in to interrogate a suspect in a string of robberies. When he walked into the interrogation room, he found a woman sitting there, her bright blue eyes fixed on him. She was wearing a tight leather skirt and a low-cut shirt that left little to the imagination. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had a look of defiance in her eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?" Miller growled.
"I'm Casey," she said. "And I have some information that could be useful to you."
Miller raised an eyebrow. "What kind of information?"
Casey leaned forward, her ample cleavage spilling out of her shirt. "I know who's behind the robberies. But if I tell you, I want something in return."
"What do you want?" Miller asked, his eyes raking up and down her body.
"I want you to fuck me," Casey said, her voice low and sultry.
Miller laughed. "You think that's gonna happen?"
Casey stood up, her skirt riding up her thighs. "You want the information or not?"
Miller hesitated, his eyes locked on her body. He knew he shouldn't, but something about this woman was turning him on. Finally, he nodded. "Fine. But you better not be lying."