Chapter 4

Part 2 : ‘Cunt... ‘

Dominique hesitated. Dazed – momentarily disorientated and quite unaware of where she was...?

The former Russian policewoman had lost all track of time...

“Ma’am...?” she heard a female voice whisper.

Constable Cassandra Johnstone was standing by the unmarked Toyota ‘Landcruiser’ – Inspector Cheyenne Kensington was standing not far away, licking at her fingers. The older policewoman’s eyes were hidden behind her Versace sunglasses and the brim of her uniform hat,

“Miss Dominique...?”

It took Dominique another moment or two, to realise that Cassandra was speaking to her,

“We’re at ‘The Sheraton’...?” the young policewoman advised her. Dominique nodded,

“S-Sorry...?”

“No need to apologise, Dominique – ‘The Black Widow’ has that effect on many women?”

So, that was Cheyenne’s nickname, ‘The Black Widow’...

“Do you need a little longer, Dominique?” Cassandra enquired.

She held the passenger’s side door open for Dominique.

“N-No...”

Dominique slid from the rear seat of the vehicle – she stood up uneasily, grasping at Cassandra’s arm.

“Do you greet all your foreign business associates in this manner, Inspector Kensington?” she teased – Dominique straightened. She snatched a hurried deep breath. Supporting the Russian, the younger policewoman closed the car door.

“N-No...” responded Cheyenne.

Dominique could not believe how easy she had made it for Cheyenne.

The former Russian policewoman had long come to terms with her bi-sexuality, but she’d never before let herself be ‘pleasured’ like she had just done during the journey from ‘The Mayfair’ Club...

“Not that I’m complaining mind you...” Dominique added, glancing over at Cheyenne.

Inspector Cheyenne Kensington smiled knowingly.

The older policewoman’s dishevelled uniform shirt knotted about her waist.

Cheyenne had ‘cum’ as well – the Russian businesswoman had ‘fingered’ her too,

“Thankyou...”

Dominique blew Cheyenne a kiss,

“My pleasure, Dominique...” the older policewoman whispered in reply...

“Thankyou...” Dominique then whispered to Cassandra – she took Constable Cassandra Johnstone by the hand,

“Ma’am...”

Dominique had ‘cum’ twice.

And now, as she regained her composure once again, Dominique Elena Tarasova found herself in the secure underground car park of ‘The Sheraton’...

“I have radioed the girls, Dominique...” Cassandra whispered,

“Constable McIntyre, Constable Delahuntey and Constable Blake, Miss Tarasova...”

Jennifer Woodville lingered by the front of the Toyota ‘Land Cruiser’ – she felt a little ostracised now,

“Sonya is on her way back from the ‘Rod Laver Arena’ now it seems – if that’s what you’re wondering?”

Dominique nodded. Cassandra ushered her towards Cheyenne.

In the distance, a dark-skinned chambermaid watched in silence,

“ETA about fifteen minutes, Dominique?” added Cassandra finally.

Dominique nodded again. Inspector Cheyenne Kensington tugged at her shirtsleeve,

Much to Dominique’s surprise, the thirty year old ‘Officer in Charge’ of the Force Response Unit had not a hair out of place. Her short-sleeved uniform shirt was a mess. Knotted ‘halter style’ about her waist in a surprisingly ‘non-regulation’ fashion. But, her ‘Victoria Police’ capbadge glistened. And, there was an alabaster quality to her complexion.

Dominique noted how pristine Cheyenne’s skirt looked.

The only real indication of what had happened was the policewoman’s shirt, and that’s all,