Chapter 3

She could hear nothing now - not even ‘Posh’ downstairs on the telephone.

Still wondering on the consequences of what had occurred some two days before, she opened the door to her boudoir - Sonya’s unbuttoned uniform shirt hung open. There had been nobody to see her before, as she’d walked the kilometre from ‘The Mayfair’ Apartments where she now lived. Nobody but Cheyenne that is. She and another Prostitute had been enjoying a quiet moment together, by the back door of the ‘Fantasia’ Massage Parlour, as Sonya had passed by on her way to the Glenbervie Police Station. The thirty year old hermaphrodite’s open and unbuttoned policewoman’s shirt had been more for their benefit, than that of anybody else.

Cheyenne was now Sonya’s unregistered ‘Confidential Informant’ - the ‘Stripper’ turned Prostitute, eager to be far more intimate with ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell than perhaps she should.

But they had only really spoken on the telephone in the last month.

It had been a mistake what had happened. And they both knew it. Sonya had been all alone with Cheyenne - working the ‘Watchouse’ alone whilst her colleagues were otherwise occupied. But, with the polished steel bars of the locked door to the ‘Female Cells’ coated with fragrant ‘cunni’ as Sonya had approached the Prostitute, the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ had been tempted. It was no secret that she was being ostracised by the other policewomen. Nor that she was somewhat openly detested by her male colleagues too. However, the last thing Cheyenne had expected, despite what she’d done, was for the attractive thirty year old hermaphrodite to kneel before the cell door and obligingly lick the bars clean of her ‘pussy juices’ - Cheyenne had been just teasing Sonya.

Neither had the Prostitute really expected to go home with ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell after her release from the ‘Female Cells’ - she had though, rather enjoyed being ‘fucked’ almost senseless by the thirty year old hermaphrodite that night nonetheless.

Sonya opened the door – she entered her private ‘Changeroom’ at last.

Alone in her ‘boudoir’ once more, she sat on the toilet. It was unfortunately, the only seat that she had in her private upstairs sanctuary, and she just needed a few moments to prepare herself. The adjacent small window was slightly ajar. And as her ‘Changeroom’ was located on the first floor, there was some breeze filtering in. It provided some relief from the heat. Reclining back, she closed her eyes. With her left hand resting on the toilet paper dispenser and her right pressed against the opposite wall, it felt like she was now miles from anywhere. And alone in the middle of nowhere. And most certainly no longer in the small Glenbervie Police Station. She uttered another sigh. Her moist ‘pussy’ ached. And her ‘cock’ began to harden as she thought of Cheyenne again.

She’d not spoken to Cheyenne at the rear of the ‘Fantasia’ - they had exchanged smiles though.

It had also been quite obvious that both Prostitutes had also appreciated Sonya’s seductively unbuttoned uniform shirt as they watched the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ walk passed.

Much to her discomfort though, her ‘cock’ was still growing hard beneath her trim dark-blue policewoman’s skirt as she savoured a few moments alone. There had been something of a change. But it was vague. She had felt it when she’d entered the building just minutes before.

Sonya just didn’t know what it was...?

And, she couldn’t quite be sure just what the implications would be from what had occurred with Constable Cheryl Anne Blake some two days earlier - would ‘Cherry’ say anything...?

Had she told anybody...?

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell opened her eyes.

Staring at the ceiling above, she sensed that she was no longer alone.

There was however, nobody else with her in the room. Nevertheless, she knew that she was not quite alone as she relaxed on her personal toilet...

“You know what I want...?” she heard a familiar voice whisper.

It was not Constable Cheryl Anne Blake,

“This will be our little ‘secret’...?” hissed the female voice,

“You’re not going to tell anybody, understand, Constable Campbell?”

“N-No...?” confirmed Sonya, though she still had no idea quite what was happening...?

“ ... you tell, and I’ll have your ‘cock’ nailed to the door of the ‘Sergeants’ Office’...”

“B-But...?” muttered the ‘Trainee Policewoman’...

“You know what I fuckin’ need, don’t you, S-Sonya?” hissed the anonymous voice,

“Y-Yes...?” agreed Sonya.

She gasped. She was still all on her own in her ‘cubby hole’ - she’d instinctively locked the door only moments before. Sonya Rebecca Campbell had now recognised the voice.

Candice Eloise McNamara – the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ was speaking to her, from the adjacent ‘Female Changeroom’...

“I think you might enjoy this, C-Constable?” assured the unseen policewoman.

Sonya hesitated. She had thought that it might’ve been either Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington or Constable Cheryl Anne Blake at first. But it was her nemesis, ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara. And yet again, she could scarcely believe what was happening...?

Looking down, Sonya now caught sight of a fingertip - there was what appeared to be a newly-installed ‘glory hole’ through the wall separating her toilet cubicle from that in the adjoining ‘Female Changerooms’...

“S-So then...?”

Much to her surprise, Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara was demanding her ‘cock’...

“C-Constable Campbell?” the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ prompted.

In her mind, she immediately pictured ‘Cherry’ - did the twenty-two year old Constable Cheryl Anne Blake have something to do with this...?

Candice Eloise McNamara lay back comfortably on her toilet seat – the adjacent ‘Female Changeroom’ was more akin to a comfortable lounge or lesbian spa. ‘The Sisterhood’ had made it into a sanctuary. Lockers and lounge chairs. A toilet and both a wash basin and shower. ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell had pretty much done the same with her private ‘boudoir’ next door too. And both kept their respect facilities immaculately clean and tidy, with perfume and lavender-scented disinfectant, they were spotless.