Chapter 6

Time seemed to stand still. Had it really been only three minutes since they’d left ‘Lucky Phil’...?

Yvonne turned back – caressing at Sonya’s arm, she now made eye contact with Angelique,

“I think, “she suggested to Sonya in a whisper, “You’ve been caught out, Constable Campbell?”

Angelique had that familiar look of ‘hunger’; in her eyes...

“I think,” Sonya answered, “You could be right, Constable Thompson!”

Angelique raised her hand and pointed at Sonya – on the far side of the dance floor, a pair of Nurses were kissing. White short-sleeved uniform dresses unzipped. Long dark hair cascading down about their shoulders – they cared little that Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders was watching them from the bar,

“I’ve never had a black woman...?” confessed Yvonne.

Though, she had no real idea why she had just said it...?

“I’ve never tasted black ‘pussy’...?” the young policewoman added,

“Or, had a black ‘cock’ for that matter, Sonya?”

Not far away, a couple of ‘off duty’ policewomen were kissing. Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington and ‘Probationary’ Constable Toni Matthews. Neither seemed worried by the presence of Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders and his ‘Special Duties’ Section at ‘The Tunnel’ Nightclub,

“But, we better get on with what we’re doing eh...?”

Angelique continued to dance towards the two uniformed policewomen.

“We’re supposed to be checking the Female Toilets, Sonya?” she reminded her colleague,

“Sergeant Saunders...?” Yvonne hissed, looking back at ‘Lucky Phil’ – it would only be a matter of time before their male colleagues noticed what was happening,

“Mmmm...?”

Sonya hesitated. She felt herself blush as the black woman got closer – ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher had thought, Angelique would not have seen her watching, with all the cigarette smoke and psychedelic lights...

“She is rather delicious, isn’t she?”

Yvonne nodded.

“And, I think she’s rather interested in you too, Constable Campbell?”

“Y-Yes...” Sonya agreed,

“You wouldn’t be the first policewoman she’d ever ‘fucked’...?” observed Yvonne.

“Angelique huh...?” responded Sonya – Yvonne snatchged a hurried deep breath...

“Hello...?” greeted the dark-skinned ‘Stripper’ – she positioned herself close to Sonya, taking both policewomen by the hand,

“Angelique...” acknowledged Yvonne.

“Anghelique Cartwright...” the young policewoman added,

“You like, Blondie?” the ‘Stripper’; asked Sonya – the thirty year old nodded without speaking,

“This is Sonya, Angelique – Constable Sonya Gallagher that is, Angelique...” said Yvonne...

“Angelique...” greeted Sonya.

Constanle Rhonda Sullivan and ‘Trainee’ Constable Penelope Ngo passed by.

Both the ‘off duty’ policewomen oblivious to Sonya, Yvonne and Angelique as they headed to the bar,

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Angelique...?” muttered Yvonne.

“Mmmm...?”

“We don’t often get you in here in uniform, Miss Thompson?” Angelique whispered to Yvonne,

“I seem to recall, you liked a ‘lap dance’ in uniform awhile back, didn’t you, Thommo?”

Angelique had once ‘fucked’ the young ‘trainee’ policewoman in a cubicle at ‘The Crazy Horse’ Strip Club – a rite of passage for most policewomen from the Melbourne District ‘Traffic 7 Patrol’ Division,

“Does the uniform concern you, Angelique?” queried Yvonne.

The two women in the far corner, continued to kiss as the music faded away.

“Not at all...” Angelique assured the young policewoman – she turned back to Sonya,

“In fact,” the ‘Stripper’ continued, “I rather like the fuckin’ uniform, Constable Campbell?”

Raising her hand, Angelique gently caressed at the blonde policewoman’s cheek, sending a shiver through Sonya – leaning closer to the ‘Stripper’ as she watched the two women kissing, ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson uttered a muffled sigh. Angelique kissed Sonya on the lips. And then, Yvonne joined Angelique and Sonya in a tender three-way kiss. Moments later, their lips parted,

“This is official...”

Yvonne seemed barely able to speak.

“We’re to check the Female Toilets, Angelique!” she explained to the ‘;Stripper’ – Sonya couldn’t talk at all...