Chapter 4: Redemption...

Sonya had also been forced to accept her own false hopes.

Whilst at the Glen Waverley ‘Police Training Academy’ just months before, the hermaphrodite had ‘fucked’ both her ‘Law Instructor’ and then the ‘Chief Commissioner of Police’ – the ‘Trainee Constable’ knew that she’d have to deal with both prejudice and jealous hostility at Glenbervie, but she’d also foolishly thought that, she could perhaps repeat what she’d done with Sergeant Savannah Robertson and Chief Commissioner Bernadette Woodville. Sonya Rebecca Campbell had assumed that she could secure her position by ‘fucking’ Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington.

And that may have been a mistake – an error of judgement on her part.

But then, she’d been ‘pleasured’ quite unexpectedely, by Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake.

She could scarcely believe what she’d just done upstairs...?

Nevertheless, she knew that she’d still have to be careful and discreet...

The police radio crackled - not that Sonya noticed.

She hesitated. Pausing by the bottom of the stairs, she took a moment to gather her thoughts - she had ‘cum’ only some twenty minutes before. It still felt surreal. Sonya had just enjoyed yet another ‘blow job’ from one of her female colleagues at Glenbervie.

The thirty year old hermaphrodite still found it a little hard to comprehend, but she’d just ejaculated all over Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara, back upstairs.

And there was a ‘glory hole’ connecting her ‘Changeroom’ with that of ‘The Sisterhood’ now – she was no longer sure of anything...?

Sonya had not quite seen what she’d just done to the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ - the hermaphrodite however, had felt it. She had if anything, experienced it in a most subliminal fashion, almost as if she’d also been in the adjacent ‘Female Changeroom’ with the Candice Eloise McNamara. Her imagination had shown her what she’d done to her nemesis.

Her skin tingled.

And, as she lingered at the bottom of the darkened stairs, ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell could feel the still crisp pale-blue fabric of still sexily unbuttoned uniform shirt, caressing at her excited moist flesh. She still wasn’t quite sure in her own mind, just what had quite happened...?

She knew that she’d just had a ‘blow job’ – the ‘Trainee’ also knew that she’d ‘cum’ all over the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ too.

But, what she couldn’t quite grasp what had really occurred...?

Notwithstanding the newly-installed ‘Glory Hole’ that connected her private toilet to that of the toilet in the adjacent ‘Female Changeroom’ now, something had changed within the almost all-female Glenbervie ‘Uniform Branch’ - it was intangible. And, the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ could not quite make sense of what it was...?

Sublime and subtle.

Or was it just her imagination...?

She could sense a sudden and remarkable change in how she was now to be perceived by ‘The Sisterhood’ - ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara had tasted her ‘cock’...

“You’re going to have to face them you know?” she reminded herself in a whisper.

Unable to take another step, she gazed intently through the open doorway that led into the small Watchousekeeper’s Office. The police radio stuttered. And for a moment, she caught a quick glimpse of Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington – the expatriate Englishwoman’s reflection visible on the large window that faced the nearby meandering tributary to Moonee Ponds Creek.

Anne Belinda Kensington’s shirt was still loose and unbuttoned.

Silhouetted by the ‘flickering’ scented candles, that now seemed to Sonya, to be such an integral feature of the suburban Glenbervie Police Station, Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington was carefully sorting through her paperwork, quite oblivious to the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ standing beyond the doorway behind her. Or so Sonya thought...

Sonya licked slowly at her quivering moist lips.

She caught a hint of Givenchy Amirage - the perfume of choice for ‘The Sisterhood’...

“Here goes nothing huh...?” she whispered to herself.

And then a moment later, she saw that Constable Cheryl Anne Blake was seated to the other side of the small Watchousekeeper’s Office - the young brunette enjoying a coffee with her older English colleague. Along with the fragrance that both ‘Cherry’ and ‘Posh’ wore, Sonya could now detect the seductive aroma of freshly-percolated coffee in the air.

She tugged at the collar of her own policewoman’s shirt.

Did she have Constable Cheryl Anne Blake to thank for what had just happened...?

Or had it been Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington...?

It seemed almost inconceivable that they had no idea of what had just occurred upstairs.

Sonya knew that she’d cried out when she’d ‘cum’ – they must have heard her.

The two brunette policewomen though, seemed surprisingly indifferent – both focussed on what they were doing...

“Mmmm...?”

The late afternoon shadows were beginning to lengthen outside.

Sonya had arrived early for her Shift. But, she was now almost twenty minutes late.

Her mind was racing - a conflicting brew of thoughts and emotions.

She could see Cheyenne and the other Prostitute, in her mind. Standing together at the rear door to the ‘Fantasia’ Massage Parlour - they had both smiled at her as she’d walked passed them, less than an hour before.

And then, she pictured Cheryl Anne Blake again in her thoughts – the twenty-two year old kneeling before her that previous Sunday.

A somewhat vivid potpourri of memories.

Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington and ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara - the ‘Chief Commissioner of Police’ and her ‘Law Instructor’ back at the Glen Waverley too.

She lingered a little longer by the bottom of the stairs, trying to clear her mind.

She couldn’t see Candice though – so where was ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara...?

Was she still upstairs...?

Sonya wasn’t quite sure how she would react if the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had been waiting for her downstairs. As she’d come down the stairs, she had carefully checked for ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara through the open doorway into the ‘Sergeants’ Office’ and been somewhat relieved to find the she wasn’t there.

She glanced back upstairs yet again.

Sonya hadn’t thought to check on the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ - the ‘Female Changeroom’ was sacrosanct, and she’d been told in no uncertain manner, that she was never under any condition, to violate the sanctity of it. Not even when left alone, had she ever been into the inner sanctum of ‘The Sisterhood’ at Glenbervie.

There was no sign of ‘Candi’...?

A light patina of dust over the dark linoleum floor and steps, glistening in the last of the afternoon’s sunlight...

“C-Candice...?” she wondered aloud.

Her mind returned again to what had just happened upstairs.

What had surprised her most, was not that ‘Candi’ had wanted to do what she had done, but the extraordinarily intensity of it all - Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake had been eager to please her only two days earlier, but the much older former ‘Poster Girl’ for Policewomen in Victoria, had been almost depraved,

“Well, what do we have here...?” she heard a familiar voice ask - the soft English accent of Anne Belinda Kensington brought Sonya immediately back to the present,

“What time do you call this, Constable Campbell?” Annie teased.

Opening her mouth to respond, Sonya thought better of it - what could she say in reply...?

Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington stood by the doorway,

“Well, it’s been quiet enough...” the English-born brunette assured her...

“There’s really nothing much happening anywhere, you see, Sonya...?”

Sonya would have to apologise. She knew that.

She caught another glimpse of Constable Cheryl Anne Blake over Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington’s shoulder - the twenty-two year brunette’s uniform shirt hung loose and unbuttoned, like that of both her and ‘Annie’...

It was still some thirty degrees Celsius, in the Watchousekeeper’s Office.

And the small electric fan was doing its’ best to circulate the air, now that both the front door of the small police station was closed and the windows couldn’t be opened.

Sonya’s own shirt was still unbuttoned, offering both of the other two police officers a tempting glimpse of her well-rounded breasts, as she now finally joined them,

“Annie...” the hermaphrodite greeted,

“ ... Cherry...” she then acknowledged,

“We were beginning to worry about you, Sonya?” teased Annie,

“I’m so sorry...” Sonya responded after a moment’s hesitation,

“I really don’t know quite what to say, Senior Constable Kensington...?”

“Seems, I just sort of lost track of time upstairs...?” added Sonya with a sigh,

“ ... it won’t happen again, I promise, Annie...?”

‘Cherry’ sat back on the watchousekeeper’s desk - she savoured another mouthful of her coffee,

“Not to worry, Constable...” replied ‘Posh’ - she was either indifferent to what had just occurred upstairs or had no real idea,

“ ... the Inspector, Annie?” Sonya enquired, trying to convince herself that both ‘Cherry’ and ‘Annie’ were unaware of what she’d just done upstairs,

“Eliza Sanderson...?”

She sat on the window sill.

Sonya was concerned as to what the ‘Divisional Inspector’ might think, if she knew about her lateness,

“I mean,” she continued, staring at the ceiling, “I really can’t afford any more trouble?”

‘Annie’ shook her head - she had just returned from the neighbouring ‘Divisional Office’...

“I would be too worried about Eliza, Constable Campbell...” she assured Sonya.

The bemused ‘Trainee Policewoman’ said nothing in reply – she just nodded...

“ ... she’s a little too pre-occupied with her own problems, I fear, so don’t worry about her?” continued ‘Annie’ with a smile,

“So there’s nothing to be too concerned about?”

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell hesitated.

She was somewhat uncertain as to just what Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington was saying, but it was really none of her business - so far, she’d had little to with their newly-appointed ‘Divisional Inspector’ since starting at Glenbervie. And after everything that had happened in recent weeks, Sonya wanted to keep it that way.

“As far as Eliza’s concerned, you’ve been here working as normal, understand...?”

“Y-Yes...” replied Sonya.

‘Cherry’ however, had also made her a coffee, and ‘Annie’ now handed it to her...

“Here you go, Sonya...”

“You could probably do with this, couldn’t you, Constable Campbell...?”

“Oh...?”

Sonya took the coffee - she’d enjoyed a coffee with ‘Cherry’ after the impromptu ‘blow job earlier in the week, and the younger policewoman now knew how she liked her coffee,

“Thankyou...”

She then smiled at ‘Cherry’...

“M-Maybe something a little ‘stronger’ huh...?” suggested ‘Annie’ - their coffee had all been supplemented by a little Johnny Walker ‘Red Label’ from the expatriate English-born brunette’s personal supply,

“M-Maybe later, Annie?”

“S-So then...?” now queried Sonya with a sigh - she wanted to ask where ‘Candi’ was, but thought it prudent not to say anything about ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara,

“ ... thankyou, Annie – you’ve always been good to me, haven’t you?”

Sonya also felt that she should say something about what had just happened with the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ upstairs, but thought better of it also.

And, even if she did confess, she couldn’t quite find the words...?

“Cherry too...”

The hermaphrodite couldn’t help but feel guilty over it all.

“Don’t mention it...” the younger brunette replied,

“Well, I appreciate what you’ve both done anyway...” Sonya assured them both – she tugged at the collar of her uniform shirt and uttered a muffled sigh.

Slipping her left hand beneath the crisp pale-blue fabric of her translucent uniform shirt, the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ massaged her shoulder, glancing between the other two police officers into the front foyer. She wanted to ask, but knew that it would not be prudent.

Sonya didn’t really know if both Senior Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington and Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake already knew of what had happened upstairs...?

Certainly, they gave no indication that they knew anything.

She doubted that they wouldn’t have betrayed themselves with a word or look by now.