Chapter 8

Yvonne knew that she would have to do something! Time was running out...

“We really have to get going, Sonya...?” she warned – they’d been in the Female Toilets for almost half an hour, and Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders would be looking for them. Their twenty minutes was up,

“Sergeant Saunders?” the young policewoman reminded her older colleague...

“S-Sonya...?”

Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington hesitated. Her short-sleeved uniform shirt hung loose and unbuttoned – the once crisp pale-blue fabric wet with ‘pussy’ and perspiration. The new ‘Miss Victoria Police’ was drunk,

“Please...?” begged Yvonne.

“S-Sonya...?” groaned Yvonne.

Constable ‘Annie’ Kensington disappeared – the new ‘Miss Victoria Police’ needed to pee.

“We’re still on duty, Sonya?” continued Yvonne...

“We’re still in uniform and workin’ for Sergeant Saunders and the ‘Special Duties’ tonight?”

It was time for them to tidy themselves up and leave. ‘Lucky Phil’ would be expecting them,

“Fuckin’ Cop Sluts...” a voice called. Sonya’s tongue caressed at Angelique’s moist lips.

“Bitch...” mouthed Yvonne – looking over Angelique’s shoulder, Sonya could see Yvonne standing with the Toorak Socialite,

“Policewomen...?” exclaimed another girl.

Closing her eyes, Sonya uttered a sigh. Raising her hand, she lightly caressed at Angelique’s cheek as they kissed again. Their tongues entwined.

“Cop Whores...?”

“What the...?”

Anonymous voices. Eyes watching the policewoman and the ‘Stripper’ from the shadows.

“S-Sonya...?”

If it wasn’t Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders who came looking for them, it would probably be either Constable Valerie Robertson or Constable Jane Millicent – they could not risk being caught in such a compromising position by Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders’ girlfriend. Angelique continued to gently ‘finger’ the blonde policewoman in the toilet cubicle.

“Oh...?”

“Mmmm...?”

Angelique kissed at Sonya’s belly-button – ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson now turned her attention to the Toorak Socialite. There was little else the twenty-one year old could do,

“Yvonne...?” exclaimed Sonya – her colleague was now kissing the Toorak Socialite.

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher had ‘cum’ twice. Wet with perspiration, her uniform shirt was in disarray, revealing that she hadn’t bothered with a bra – the shirt’s translucent pale-blue fabric clinging to her moist skin as the dusky ‘Stripper’ continued to pleasure her.

“Oh ... Oh ... Oh...?”

Angelique paused. She needed a moment to compose herself, as did Sonya.

Yvonne continued to kiss the wealthy ‘Coke Whore’...

“We can’t get caught like this, Yvonne?”

Sonya now realised the risk they were both taking – Angelique uttered a protest,

“N-No...?”

“We’ll make it up to you, Angelique?” replied Sonya – hesitating, she stared at the ceiling.

Nurses and Businesswomen. ‘Partygirls’ and bi-curious Office Girls stared at Sonya and Angelique.

It had been the most erotic moment in ‘Probationary’ Sonya Gallagher’s career. Even more enjoyable than the night, she’d given the ‘blowjob’ to the hermaphrodite ‘Stripper’ back at the Russell Street...

“S-Sonya...?”

Yvonne snatched a hurried deep breath – the Toorak Socialite looked dazed,

“If we get caught by ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders,” Sonya warned, “You can guarantee, we’ll both end up in the cells back at the City Watchouse too, Yvonne?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Sonya!”

“Policesluts...” A third female voice hissed.

“S-Sonya?” groaned Yvonne – the Female Toilets seemed to be filling with wide-eyed drunken ‘Partygirls’ as ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Gallagher continued to kiss Angelique,

“I think,” continued Yvonne, “It’s time we got going, Sonya – don’t you?”

They were supposed to be checking the Ladies Loo for illicit drugs. ‘Ecstasy’ and Cocaine.

In her mind however, all Sonya could see was the Toorak Socialite kneeling at the wash basin as she ‘snorted’ cocaine – had she really seen the wealthy young ‘Coke Whore’ kiss Yvonne too?

“So...?”

Angelique’s lips slid away from those of Sonya...

“What time do you finish work, Sonya?” the ‘Stripper’ asked – the policewoman opened her eyes,

“S-Sonya...?” she heard Yvonne call once again.

The sassy Toorak Socialite had disappeared...?

And, Yvonne was trying to tidy her dishevelled uniform shirt,

“Soon...” Sonya whispered. ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson hesitated...

“Six o’clock, Angelique...?” added Sonya – Angelique began to button Sonya’s uniform shirt.

“You want to continue what we started then?” the ‘Stripper’ asked. Sonya nodded.

The portable ‘Motorola’ radio that Yvonne had, crackled. Nothing intelligible. Routine.

“I want to ‘fuck’ you in uniform too...?” added Angelique. ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya Campbell nodded yet again – the dark-skinned ‘Stripper’ turned to ‘Probationary’ Constable Yvonne Thompson,

“What do you say, Yvonne?”

“Yvonne?” Sonya prompted,

“Y-Yes...” the younger policewoman confirmed,

“Well,” whispered Angelique, “I’ll be waiting for you at six o’clock?”

“Sergeant Saunders...?” Yvonne gasped. Sonya shrugged.

It would still be dark in ‘The Tunnel’ – they could tidy themselves a little more before reporting to ‘Lucky Phil’...

“I’ll be waiting for you and Yvonne?” promised Angelique.

“Y-Yes...”

Sergeant ‘Lucky Phil’ Saunders slid his empty glass over the bar. Constable Jane Millicent joined him – the twenty-four year old brunette’s uniform shirt unbuttoned almost to her waist as she cuddled into her boyfriend. Positioning herself between ‘Lucky Phil’ and Valerie, ‘The Cunt’ kissed his cheek,