Chapter 5

Sonya couldn’t help but wonder what ‘Candi’ was up to...?

Nevertheless, she knew that she couldn’t say anything – Sonya didn’t want anybody to know what had occurred with Cheyenne, not even ‘Annie’ or ‘Cherry’ and she now trusted them the most. But she had no choice. She knew that.

Yet, it still felt like she was tempting fate - it had been almost a month now, since the Prostitute had spent the night with the Prostitute. And more than once, the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ had thought of her inviting her back since then. She felt so alone at Glenbervie. Isolated and vulnerable too. And she disliked sleeping on her own.

Cheyenne had filled an emotional and physical void in her life.

Now that she was a police officer, none of those with whom she’d once worked at either ‘The Crazy Horse’ Strip Club or the celebrated ‘Les Girls’ Revue, now wanted anything to do with her. She was a ‘Pig’ – just another ‘slut’ in a policewoman’s uniform, as far as they were concerned. Sonya had to a certain extent however, expected that, but it hadn’t made it any easier for her.

Until just two days ago, she’d not experienced any intimacy with any other policewoman at Glenbervie – not since she’d given her ‘Law Instructor’ at Glen Waverley, a parting ‘fuck’ over her desk, the morning of her ‘Graduation’ from the ‘Police Training Academy’...

Sonya Rebecca Campbell had also been loath to make herself more vulnerable to criticism or contempt. She would say nothing about ‘Cherry’ or ‘Candi’ – neither would she speak of Cheyenne either. It was nobody’s business but her’s, and her’s alone. There had been more than enough publicity and media scrutiny, over her joining the Victoria Police, and she believed that her status as a former ‘Stripper’ and hermaphrodite also had much to do with the open hostility from ‘The Sisterhood’ that she was facing at Glenbervie. ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell wanted to keep everything that had happened since Cheyenne, a secret – she wanted neither Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake, ‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara nor the Prostitute, to know anything about what they’d all enjoyed with her...

“ ... Cheyenne Annabel McKenzie?” pondered the English-born thirty year old - she ran her fingers through her long dark hair.

There had been a change.

A subtle shift in the emotional atmosphere within the Glenbervie Police Station.

And just like Sonya and ‘Cherry’ too, ‘Annie’ had sensed it as well.

Nonetheless, she said nothing about what she’d felt in the last twenty-four hours or so, to either ‘Cherry’ or Sonya – it was far too abstract for even Senior Constable ‘Annie’; Kensington to fully comprehend...?

Sonya tugged again at her shirt collar,

“I’m surprised that she remembered me, Annie?”

‘Annie’ raised an eyebrow – it had been foolish of Sonya to say that.

There had been far too much attention given to the hermaphrodite working at Glenbervie,

““I rather doubt,” suggested ‘Cherry’ with a knowing smile, “That there’s anybody in Glenbervie who doesn’t know who Constable Sonya Campbell is, Sonya?”

Realising her mistake, the hermaphrodite was only able to respond with a shrug.

“ ... I think all the Prostitutes at the ‘Fantasia’ know who you are, Sonya?”

Sonya had no doubt that ‘Annie’ and ‘Cherry’ were right.

‘Acting’ Sergeant ‘Candi’ McNamara however, had said nothing.

She had just returned to her secluded refuge in the adjacent ‘Sergeants’ Office’ without a word, so the hermaphrodite ‘Trainee Policewoman’ had no real idea if the two brunettes knew what she’d just done to their ‘Shift Supervisor’ upstairs...?

Nevertheless, she felt that they had no idea of Cheyenne and her – that was something at least – not that the thirty year old ‘Trainee Policewoman’ was quite satisfied yet.

She dare not assume anything.

Not after the last thirty hours or so.

Sonya still had a few questions troubling her.

Had the young brunette policewoman said anything...?

And, what did ‘Annie’ know...?

Nor did she know if they both knew of the ‘glory hole’ or not...?

She really couldn’t assume they didn’t.

But nor was she prepared to assume that they did...

“It’s probably time,” suggested ‘Annie’ with a reassuring smile, “You finally met ‘The Countess’ anyway, Constable Campbell?”

“I’ve heard rumours about her...?” admitted Sonya, glancing around the room in an effort to appear far more relaxed than she actually was,