As the Policeman showed me into the interrogation room, it was like stepping back in time to the 1970s when female Police officers were called Women Police Constables (WPCs). Proudly wearing uniforms that flattered the female figure and so dark blue to be mistaken for black, it included a smart tailored jacket with silver buttons and numbered lapels worn with a crisp white blouse and chequerboard tie. A skirt with pleats at the front, came down to just below the knees and was worn with black heeled shoes, a handbag and sheer black stockings or tights. There is something about a woman in uniform and that was certainly true for WPCs rather than the unfriendly shapeless unisex para-military uniforms of today.

Two such dressed women stood in the large sparsely furnished room. One blonde and lean, standing with her back to me looking out of a barred window, around 5’9” with a nice figure. I noticed vertical seams, indicating sheer black nylon stockings, running over a pair of nicely muscled calves of a fair size that were a long curvaceous shape and sleek in girth rising from slim ankles elevated by heeled shoes. The sheen of the nylons made them glisten and shimmer under the room lights in a sensual manner that certainly got my attention.

“That will be all officer” the other woman curtly dismissed the man who had escorted me from my house in the back of a Police car.

I’ve known Yvonne Wilkinson or Sally, the middle name by which she preferred to be called, since the start of my career as a Private Investigator. Standing around 5 foot 6 with a shapely slender figure with a good-sized bust, she had a friendly impish looking face that was quite cute. Well into her 50’s, hints of silver in her short curly light brown hair were visible beneath a bowler cap featuring a chequerboard band around the base and a badge at the front. Her small elfin face was dominated by a prominent convex nose but compensated by high cheekbones and a shallow chin with small grey eyes and a nice wide welcoming mouth. That was not the case now.

“I need to stay with the prisoner while he’s with you,” the Policeman said.

He was a tall muscular-built young man well over 6 foot who held himself with an arrogant swagger and cocky attitude.

Sally turned to face him and I found myself staring down at the back of her lower legs. She really had a great pair of calves that tapered out from slim ankles to beautifully curved muscle heads. Much wider and more defined than those of the slimmer blonde, her calves flared out in beautiful long shapes enhanced by low heels.

“First, he is not a prisoner. Not yet, anyway. He is here to help with my enquiries” she stated in a firm tone that barely hid her irritation. “Secondly, there are two female officers in this room.”

“But she’s not,” he tried to interrupt.

“TWO women,” she stressed. “More than capable of handling an untrained member of the public. Now go.”

She clearly expected him to leave but he remained.

“You better give me a damn good reason for disobeying my orders, Constable Wilson,” she stressed his lower rank and pointed at the 3 silver stars on her epaulettes denoting a Chief Inspector.

“Sarge told me to guard him at all times as you are,” he hesitated.

“Yes?” Sally drew that out through clenched teeth like a hissing serpent.

“A woman of er mature years,” he said cautiously.

I saw the flush of anger in Sally’s face as she addressed the blonde officer.

“Cadet. Show me how you would deal with a man who won’t follow orders and thinks women are the weaker sex.”

The willowy blonde turned around and I was surprised to see my sister in-law! Although some men found Marianne plain and gawky, especially with small slender-shaped blue eyes greatly magnified by a pair of large-framed spectacles that gave them a quite intense stare, I had grown to find her quite attractive. Sandy blonde hair swept back behind the ears and curled around a long swan-like neck to slender shoulders. Her face was long with flat cheeks whose edges were marked by deep creases running from above the nostrils of a thick convex nose down to close to the corners of a small thin-lipped rather appealingly shaped mouth that sat above a generous dimpled chin. The upper lip was quite deep with a pronounced cleft and slightly protruded which gave her mouth a natural pout which I found very kissable looking. At 5’9” with a long slender body and a good sized bust, I thought she looked quite hot smartly dressed, with the silver buttons on her jacket fully done up, shoulder epaulettes and even a realistic looking walkie-talkie. Complete with a crisp white blouse a black and white chequered tie, hat and knee-length skirt and low-heeled shoes, she was almost indistinguishable from the real thing or would have been if it were the 1970’s!

“Hi, Jim” she said in a pleasant voice with an ‘Essex’ accent and welcoming smile that showed teeth cramped in a narrow jaw but fell silent under a withering glare from Sally.

The tall cocky Policeman smirked as the slim blonde approached him, no doubt judging her by her thin-faced appearance with large spectacles that magnified her eyes and gave her an ungainly demeanour.

“She’s just a strippergram!” he protested.

“Not a stripper,” Marianne snarled through clenched teeth.

Faster than he could react, Marianne’s hands whipped out to seize his left wrist and pulled it over her slender shoulders as she spun her back to him. Forced right against her lean body, a compact backside thrust into the lucky bastard’s groin as she leant forward. Before he could blink, he whipped over her shoulders, flipping over in the air while the hem of her skirt rose to give brief view of long nylon-clad shins and the beautiful long sweep of the side of her meaty calves. With a sudden loud sound, his back slammed against the floor so hard and fast that his breath noisily blasted from his mouth while I felt the reverberations through my feet.

With her large sized glasses, narrow face, large nose and slim build, my sister in-law was the most unlikely looking woman you’d expect to be standing in triumph over a big copper she’d just thrown to the floor. Holding his arm vertically by the wrist, he lay on his back with his head by her feet looking quite stunned by what had just happened. The stony-faced glare she gave him amplified by her specs and the tight set to her small thin-lipped mouth was quite intimidating and certainly had my dick hard.

“Finish him!” Sally ordered in a cold authoritative tone. “A male officer floored so easily by a civilian woman deserves no mercy.”

The speed and power of that throw had left him so dazed, he didn’t seem to know what was going on. Keeping his arm vertical the uniformed blonde lowered herself into a crouch, causing the hem of her skirt to ride up her long thighs.

“Your sister in-law is here because she was caught impersonating a WPC when I had her brought in to question as your partner in-crime,” Sally told me, giving Marianne an accusing look like a teacher to a naughty child.

“Come on, no-one’s going to mistake her for a real officer dressed like that,” I exclaim, enjoying the sight of Marianne’s skirt riding around her hips as she got down behind the man. The dark luxurious sheen that the sheer nylons gave to most the length of her sensational long toned legs added a sensual warmth while the black matt stocking tops contrasting with the lightly tanned skin tone of the tops of her thighs provided another arousing focal point for my eyes.

Using his captive arm to force his head to rise, Marianne’s legs slid past either side of his neck until the back of it nestled tight against the panties at her crotch. Before he realised what was going on, those cock-stirring limbs wrapped around his neck. The right side of his neck was wedged against the crook of her right leg while the large semi-teardrop shaped calves folded across his throat and tucked the foot in the crook of her other leg. He looked shocked to find his head tightly framed by a figure four of incredibly long sexy sheer nylon-clad legs. She still had hold of his arm which was kept straight while trapped between the side of his face and the inside of her left thighs. He groaned as she pulled back his left wrist against her right shoulder, tensioning his arm. With a look of fierce resolve she looked masterful and completely in total control of the much larger man who was grimacing in pain, locked up in defeat by the legs of an unassuming woman who was normally a housewife. A sleek slab of hard muscle with an arrow headed point above the knee swelled in her outer thighs as she squeezed her legs inwards. That bulging thigh muscle looked strong and exhilarating as it pushed up the sheer black nylons which shimmered with exciting patterns under the lights. It was hard to imagine anything that sexy actually being painful but he grimaced with his teeth clenched and eyes screwed while his right hand grabbed at her thighs trying to find a weakness, but there was none. He was now discovering that although slender and very nice to look at, her legs were firm, toned and much stronger than they seemed. Their very slimness enabled her to get the insides of her thighs right in against his neck. Inner thighs that resembled steel blades pressed into his carotid arteries to cut off the blood to his brain and his startled expression showed he knew he was in trouble. His hand was now feeling her outer thighs as if unable to believe the steely hardness of the sleek bulging thigh muscle beneath the soft smoothness of the stockings that sheathed them. If he was like me, he’d be enjoying the feel of the sexy legs holding him captive while succumbing to the power they possessed.

Wilson groaned again as his face turned bright scarlet. Marianne grabbed her left foot with her left hand and pulled on it to further tighten the hold. He began coughing. Tight, so tight. Her sexy legs couldn’t get any tighter without actually crushing his neck flat. Her sleek outer thighs were now so prominent they were highlighted by the reflected sheen of her stockings stretched over them and looked really powerful. He was panicking now, realising her scissor hold was too strong to break and began tapping on the side of her thigh in submission.

“There’s no tapping out in real-life fights officer,” Sally told him.

Marianne watched the man helpless between her thighs with a chilling dispassion that was as highly arousing as it was scary. Her magnified blue eyes glared with no sign of emotion, coldly watching his suffering and deterioration towards the inevitable knock-out that he could not prevent. Her small kissable thin-lipped mouth was tight and unsmiling with an icy dominance that had my dick aching. Clutching the knee before his face which had turned a horrible shade of purple with prominent veins standing out on his forehead, he tried to twist himself free but only ended up croaking as the blonde ice-maiden stressed his arm to retain control and kept a straight core body while her legs remained tightly clamped around his neck. He became frantic, placing his feet on the floor and trying to buck his hips up and down while the stern-faced woman coldly watched his useless efforts. His legs flailed wildly as he began to convulse yet his head was held fast by the long tightly wrapped legs with the lights shimmering from the nylon sheen that poured unforgiving feminine strength crushing down upon his neck. It was very arousing although slightly unsettling seeing another man succumb to the sexy legs of my sister in-law.

“Hold it tight,” the older woman cruelly advised. “Don’t let go until he is well and truly out.”

“I know,” the blonde said in a tense tone while keeping up the relentless pressure through her legs which had the back of her hard calves deep into his throat!

Marianne had no intention of releasing her devastating leggy hold as the man’s limbs jerked and thrashed erratically while making horrible gurgling noises. He didn’t have a chance against legs like those and with a final bout of horrendous croaks and drooling accompanied by erratic twists of his body, he stopped moving with his eyes closed, face relaxed and his limbs limp. The stocking-clad triangle of destruction remained clamped unbelievably tight for several more seconds around the unconsciousness man’s neck.

“Enough” Sally declared, looking coldly impassive.

The eye-watering lengths of sheer black nylon with matt black stocking tops and suspender belts running over bare skin at the tops of sexy long toned thighs unwound from the Constable’s neck with a rasp of nylon. His head flopped limply onto the floor, utterly destroyed by Marianne’s devastating legs. She rose, not even bothering to look at him out cold on the floor. An utter Goddess with an arrogant smugness that had my dick aching with desire.

Smoothing down her skirt, a warm smile appeared on Marianne’s face, softening her appearance and making her less scary as she looked at me while I stood in awe of her abilities with a raging hard-on.

“Kurt wanted me to start up ‘Leggy and Lusty’ again and make some money,” she told me by way of explanation with a smirk at the stiffness at the front of my jeans.

“Did I tell you speak, cadet?” Sally reprimanded her sharply.

“No ma’am,” Marianne replied looking bashful which was unusual for her.

The slender mature brunette officer turned to face me looking stern.

“And would you mistake me for a stripper-gram?” she asked.

“Not a stripper,” Marianne mumbled then fell silent at a hard glare from Sally.

“Of course not, er Chief Inspector,” I replied cautiously. “And she doesn’t actually take her clothes off. It’s more of a lap dance,” I tried to explain but fell silent under her harsh stare.

“I don’t care what she calls it, it’s an insult to Her Majesty’s Police Force,” she stated. “Since your sister in-law is dressed like that, she can see what it’s like to be a real officer and help me interrogate a suspect, namely you.”

The idea of playing with two quite attractive slender women wearing old-fashioned feminine Police uniforms with stockings and suspenders was like a dream come true but I doubted I was here for fun.

“What’s this really about, Sally?” I asked, trying not to feel intimated by the uniformed women.

“Cadet, escort the suspect to the table for questioning.”

“You don’t need to do that. I’m only too happy to co-operate!”

Faster than you can say ‘Police brutality’, the gawky blonde stepped forward with enthusiasm and a stern face. The sight of a woman in a Police uniform coming towards me was daunting even though it was only my sister in-law and not a real officer. However she had taken a self-defence course and was further trained by The Salvation Army and was at times a little too eager to show how proficient she was.