Chapter 7

“Well, what do we ‘have there then...?”

It was ‘The Countess’ now speaking...

“ ... so then?” she continued – the two policewomen hesitated,

“So, you’re the new police ‘cunt’ that I’ve been hearing about eh?”

“ ... Constable Campbell?” enquired ‘The Countess’ with a knowing smile,

“Guilty as charged-Miss Avalon...” Sonya answered, ushering ‘Cherry’ up to where the ‘The Countess’ and Cheyenne stood by the rear doorway,

“ ... M-Miss Avalon...” acknowledged the younger policewoman,

“Constable Blake...” greeted Sandra, though she was far more interested in the hermaphrodite - remaining silent, Cheyenne Annabel McKenzie took a gentle and somewhat reassuring hold of ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell’s arm,

“This is Sonya by the way...” said ‘Cherry’ - Sandra had already known who the attractive thirty year old with the vibrant burgundy-coloured hair was,

“Hello there, M-Miss Sandra...” greeted Sonya.

Uniform shirt still provocatively unbuttoned, she enjoyed having Sandra ‘The Countess’ Avalon look her over with an approving eye...

“Candice always did have good taste in Policewomen?” replied Sandra, as she took hold of the younger policewoman’s free hand,

“Well, what do we owe this unexpected pleasure, Constable Campbell?”

“ ... Constable Blake – we don’t often see ‘Trainee Policewomen’ or young ‘cunts’ like Cheryl Anne Blake here?” Sandra added,

“Not that I’m complaining, mind you...?”

“S-Sonya...” corrected the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ - she no longer felt restrained.

She may have never met ‘The Countess’ before, but whilst a ‘Stripper’ working at ‘The Crazy Horse’ Strip Club in Melbourne, the hermaphrodite had known both a lesbian ‘Pimp’ and several of her Prostitutes, before joining the Victoria Police.

Sonya felt comfortable with both ‘The Countess’ and Cheyenne.

And more than once, she had also seen many a young inexperienced policewoman like Constable Cheryl Anne Blake, with both Prostitutes and ‘Strippers’ downtown too, so what was now happening at the rear door to the ‘Fantasia’ was nothing new to her either,

“We had a report of a ‘Disturbance’ or something...?” explained Sonya,

“I’m afraid that was my doing, S-Sandra...” confessed Cheyenne,

“You see, I called them...” Cheyenne explained - she’d already told ‘The Countess’ what she’d done, but was now letting both ‘Cherry’ and Sonya know why she had summoned them to the ‘Fantasia...

“It’s been a rather quiet night,” she Prostitute continued, “So, I thought you might like to finally meet Constable Campbell, Sandra?”

Slowly, the twenty-seven year old blonde began to trace the woven ‘Victoria Police’ patch on the hermaphrodite’s shirtsleeve with her fingertip, just as she’d seen Sonya do before,

“She was rather good to me the other week, you see...?”

“Sergeant McNamara too...” Cheyenne then added diplomatically, but it was almost as an after-thought,

“ ... so, you see, you’re both here under false pretences, I’m afraid, Constable Campbell?”

“Constable Blake...?” she purred to the two policewomen in her most seductive tone...

“I hope you don’t mind...?”

“Oh...?” responded ‘Cherry’ – Sonya wasn’t quite sure what to say as she glanced at her younger colleague,

“N-No problem, Cheyenne...” assured ‘Cherry’ – Sonya nodded in agreement.

“ ... M-Miss Avalon?” the hermaphrodite then said,

“I had wanted to meet you too, and I wanted to speak to you as well...” Sonya said,

“There’s something else...” now added Sonya - she moved a little closer to Cheyenne,

“I think you should know if Cheyenne’s not already told you, Miss Avalon - there’s something more I need to tell you?”

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya Campbell was certain that ‘The Countess’ already knew...

“You see, I thought it probably best that I tell you myself as a courtesy, that is, ma’am?”

Cheyenne tightened her hold on Sonya’s arm, still running her fingertip over the thirty year old hermaphrodite’s shirtsleeve as she listened,

“S-Sonya...?” queried ‘Cherry’ – the hermaphrodite focussed on Sandra,

“Cheyenne...” she breathed, glancing at the Prostitute,

“We ‘slept’ together the other night too, Miss Avalon...” Sonya confessed,

“Cheyenne and me that is, so I hope you don’t mind, S-Sandra?”

“S-Sonya...?” exclaimed ‘Cherry’ - ‘The Countess’ pulled the twenty-two year old away from both Sonya and Cheyenne...

“I really didn’t do anything to secure Cheyenne’s release - that was all Sergeant McNamara too?”

Saying nothing, but more than satisfied with Sonya’s candour, Sandra ‘The Countess’ Avalon kissed Constable ‘Cherry’ Blake forcefully on the lips,

“Oh ... Oh...?”

Before the hermaphrodite could react, Cheyenne pulled her closer, pressing her lips to the thirty year old policewoman’s trembling lips, and both the Prostitute and Sonya now kissed each other passionately...

Sonya groaned.

Closing her eyes, she released her hold on ‘Cherry’ and raised her hand - Sonya.caressed gently at Cheyenne’s cheek with her fingertips.

She really no longer cared what Constable Cheryl Anne Blake thought now...?

Sonya was more than certain that ‘Cherry’ had been ‘fucked’ by either ‘The Countess’ or Cheyenne before, so she really cared little what the twenty-two year old thought of her and the Prostitute.

Her tongue slid between Cheyenne’s trembling lips.

And for a moment or two, their moist tongues entwined, sending a shudder through both the ‘Trainee Policewoman’ and career Prostitute.