Chapter 7

‘Would you do me a favour, Constable Thompson?” Sonya heard Angelique ask – the thirty year old had also seen Constable Jane Millicent at the end of the corridor with the two waitresses, but she no longer cared about ‘The Cunt’ or ‘Lucky Phil’...

“What do we have here?” a voice asked. Cigarette smoke swirled about Sonya and Angelique.

For a moment, the psychedelics lights flashed through the Female Toilets, reflecting off the large mirror when the door was open. Yvonne hesitated. She let go of Sonya’s arm, ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson mouthed an obscenity. Jealousy...? Envy? Unrequited Desires?

“I want to ‘fuck’ Constable Gallagher?” continued Angelique. She now had a firm hold of Sonya,

“What...?” replied the younger policewoman – at the far end of the room, a blonde glared at them with contempt. And, a Qantas stewardess uttered a gasp of disbelief...

“You owe me, Sonya?” snapped Yvonne. It was a risk. And, they both knew it,

Despite her relative inexperience as a Policewoman, Yvonne knew that it was all a waste of time at ;’The Tunnel’ Nightclub – so did Sonya, Valerie, Jane, ‘Lucky Phil’ and the rest of his Russell Street ‘Special Duties’’ Team. They were just ‘showing the flag’ – there were patrons using Cocaine and ‘Ecstasy’ in the Female Toilets, but unless they were foolish enough to be openly using in front of the policewomen, it would be almost impossible to catch anybody. The real irony, was that many of the ‘off duty’ policewomen were using cocaine. And, neither ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher nor ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson was going to arrest another colleague. They were just a mere ‘police presence’ within ‘The Tunnel’ and nothing else. The previous night’s trouble was over, and all they were really doing was making the ‘Divisional Inspector’ happy. Nothing more, And, nothing less. Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders’ reputation had been earned dealing with downtown ‘Street Crimes’ and Melbourne’s central business district was his fiefdom; so much so, that the local Criminal Investigation Branch or District Support Group rarely intruded within downtown Melbourne...

“I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed...” Yvonne reluctantly assured both Sonya and Angelique – she looked at the Toorak Socialite at the far end of the wash basins and shook her head with disbelief,

“Just don’t tear Sonya’s uniform shirt, Angelique...” she then warned the ‘Stripper’ with a sigh.

The door to the Female Toilets. The two women who’d been kissing in the corner, now entered,

“B-But...?” protested Sonya half-heartedly – the two women paused for a moment or two, watching Sonya and Angelique,

“P-Please?” Sonya begged.

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher now found herself in toilet cubicle...

“I’m a police officer, Angelique?” she gasped. The dusky ‘Stripper’ forced Sonya back,

“Angelique...?”

“I’m working still, Angelique?”

“So...?” responded the ‘Stripper’ – leaning back comfortably against a wash basin, ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson folded her arms. The twenty-one year old had a smug look on her face.

Forced back against the rear wall of the toilet cubicle, Sonya closed her eyes as Angelique kissed her lips – the thirty year old Divorcee gasped. Her body tensed for a second. And then, she groaned.

“Mmmm, that’s a good little policeslut...” she heard Yvonne say – Angelique’s tongue slid effortlessly between Sonya’s lips,

‘Teach the bitch a lesson?” another female voice added. They were now attracting attention...

“Oh...?”

A policewoman entered. Uniform shirt loose and unbuttoned. Long flowing burgundy-tinted hair and piercing green eyes – Constable Laura ‘Blondie’ Delahuntey from the Russell Street ‘Women Police’ Division. Funnily enough, she seemed not to notice Sonya and Angelique in the toilet cubicle. Nor did she acknowledge Yvonne...? Her distinctive Qantas uniform dress readily identifiable, the stewardess headed outside – the two Nurses followed her.

“A policewoman?”

“What the fuck...?” gasped another voice,

“What is this, a fucking ‘Raid’ or something?” joked yet another woman in the shadows.

The door to the toilet cubicle was wide open. And, the dark-skinned ‘Stripper’ and ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher now had an audience,

“Angelique...?”

There had been a couple of women in the adjacent cubicle. Businesswomen. And, they know came out to see what was happening – the tall brunette’s red long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned to her waist, and her girlfriend’s satin blouse hanging loose and unbuttoned after finishing their own business...

“Cop Slut...?” hissed somebody. Another stewardess staggered from a nearby cubicle – a blonde in a dishevelled Qantas uniform dress,

“Fuck her...?” ordered a blonde Businesswoman. Somebody uttered a gasp.

Sonya opened her eyes. Looking over Angelique’s shoulder, the thirty year old policewoman could see ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson – Sonya felt the ‘Stripper’ unbuckle her belt. She then gazed down as Angelique fumbled with her policewoman’s uniform skirt...

“Fuck the Policeslut...?”

Yvonne was no longer alone.

‘So what about you?” queried the brunette Businesswoman.

Crisp white shirt unbuttoned to her waist. A black ‘pencil line’ skirt with matching stockings. No bra. And, a delightfully-expensive poair of black hi-heels,

“You want ‘a piece of the action’ huh...?” she whispered in Yvonne’s ear – the younger policewoman licked slowly at her lips, still intent on watching Sonya with Angelique,

“First things first...” She whispered to the Businesswoman.

Standing between the businesswoman and the blonde Toorak Socialite, Yvonne knew she would have to refrain. The twenty-one year old policewoman knew all about ‘The Tunnel’ and its’ notorious toilets,

“We’re both still ‘on duty’ you see, ma’am...?”

Yvonne was only too well aware, that she would need to keep her mind on the job at hand, with both Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders and Constable Jane ‘The Cunt’ Millicent outside at the bar.

“Maybe later then, Constable Thompson?”

Like all policewoman, Yvonne wore an issue nametag pinned to the front of her uniform shirt.

The young blonde Socialite leaned closer to Yvonne – she kissed at the woven ‘Victoria Police’ patch on ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson’s shirtsleeve and then began to trace it with the very tip of her tongue. The brunette Businesswoman smiled. The daughter of a wealthy Toorak aristocrat, the ‘twenty something’ Socialite had long treated policewomen with a certain contempt. But, the very thought of being able to ‘;fuck’ a uniformed policewoman, had aroused her as she watched Angelique with Sonya in the toilet cubicle...

“Yvonne...” corrected the younger policewoman.

“Yvonne...” the Businesswoman acknowledged, lingering close to the policewoman.

An ambitious and successful Sales Manageress, she was not about to let the Socialite have all the fun,

“But then again...” whispered Yvonne. She leaned forward, taking a hold of the Businesswoman – they kissed,

“Angelique...” Sonya heard a voice cry. It was her’s...

“Angelique...?” the blonde policewoman repeated – ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson was now sharing a kiss with a forty year old Businesswoman.

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher knew that she was about to ‘cum’...

“Oh...?”

“Y-Yes...?”

Every so often, a woman would enter the Female Toilets to be confronted by the sight of a dark-skinned woman performing cunnilingus on a blonde policewoman in the first toilet cubicle. Some would stop and watch. Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington and the two ‘kissing’ women. Often or not, they would ignore the other policewoman – some would even pass by without pausing. Constable Laura ‘Blondie’ Delahuntey for example. A few seemed openly disgusted. Many however, found it a ;turn on’ as they paused to watch Angelique with ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher.

Sonya opened her eyes again. She had no idea where she was...?

The once crisp pale-blue fabric of her dishevelled uniform shirt strained to conceal her firm breasts as the dusky ‘Stripper’ continued to lick at her aching ‘pussy’ – she waited until her eyes focussed...

“N-No...?”

Yvonne and the brunette Businesswoman were kissing again.

And just beside them, the Toorak Socialite was kneeling at the next wash basin along, unashamedly ‘snorting’ a line of cocaine as Sonya watched. It seemed so surreal. Almost a dream...? Yet, the irony was not lost on the thirty year old. Yvonne had been so preoccupied with her Businesswoman, that she hadn’t noticed the young Socialite or her cocaine. Not that the Businesswoman had helped!

“She’s going to ‘cum’ again?” a voice hissed. Sonya bit her lip.

She couldn’t remember her previous orgasm...? But, she had ‘cum’ a few minutes earlier,

“Mmmmmmm...?”

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher was now lost in the moment.

In her mind, the blonde policewoman could still see the Socialite ‘;snorting’ cocaine as Yvonne and the Businesswoman kissed – there was a distinct smell of both ‘pussy’ and disinfectant in the air...

“Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh...?”

Perfume and fragrance. ‘Tommy Girl’ perfume and Givenchy Amirage. Chanel.

Angelique continued to ‘eat’ Sonya’s aching ‘pussy’ – savouring the euphoria that she was now feeling, the Toorak Socialite stood up. She wiped at the white powder that still coated her nostril. Yvonne and the brunette Businesswoman stepped back from each other. The young policewoman hadn’t seen the cocaine, but the businesswoman smiled knowingly.

“Mmmm...?”

Yvonne’s raised the brim of her baseball-style uniform cap and licked at her lips.

Beside her, the Toorak Socialite and the Businesswoman now kissed...

“Constable Campbell?”

“You have fifteen minutes...” Yvonne hissed – her jealousy was now almost unbearable.

Saying nothing, Angelique pressed her lips to the blonde policewoman’s waiting mouth - they kissed.

Confident that Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders would need at least thirty minutes to enjoy a few drinks, ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher was prepared to take a chance on Angelique...

“Fuck her...” demanded another female voice.

“So, what about you?” enquired the brunette Businesswoman.