‘The Australian Open’ Lesbian Cops at the Tennis 1995
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Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Dominique Elena Tarasova has a problem - a young Russian 'Tennis Sensation' with a taste for 'pussy' and Cocaine. Inspector Cheyenne Kensington offers the former Russian policewoman, three of her police 'cunts' to keep Sonya out of trouble as she competes at 'The Melbourne Open' - will it be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Romantic Lesbian Fiction Crime Historical FemaleDom Group Sex Harem Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Water Sports Prostitution
Part 2 : ‘Cunt... ‘
Alone once more, Tanya shrugged. She tugged at the collar of her policewoman’s short-sleeved uniform shirt. Sonya Vikturyia Kuluzov was trouble. And, she knew it.
As far as Tanya was concerned, Inspector Cheyenne Kensington and her ‘Slut Squad’ were welcome to her,
“Was that ‘The Black Widow’...?” a voice asked. Tanya nodded.
It was the security woman who’d been standing by the entrance.
But, there was no sign of the either Constable ‘Lucky Phil’ O’Donoghue or ‘Trainee’ Constable ‘Bluey’ Gallagher...
“Cheyenne Kensington in the flesh eh...?”
The policewoman didn’t see the rubber ‘cosh’ - there was an explosion of light and then darkness.
“Bitch...” hissed the Vietnamese-born security officer, grabbing the unconscious policewoman as she fell. The two policemen had wandered outside for a cigarette and she’d taken a chance on Constable Tanya McKenzie being distracted,
“I need your fuckin’ uniform Constable McKenzie?”
Constable Naomi Thompson appeared – Davina had hold of the dazed policewoman.
She had once worked as a Cabaret Singer at the celebrated ‘Les Girls’ Revue in St. Kilda.
But, the tall hermaphrodite now worked as a prostitute for Deanna Murdoch. Not that she was a prostitute now – she’d taken Naomi by surprise, almost knocking the young policewoman senseless,
“Mmmm...?”
Another of Deanna’s prostitutes, Tranh Lee dragged Tanya away from the lift door.
The policewoman’s uniform shirt might be a bit tight, but that wouldn’t matter for what she had to do,
“It’s worth five thousand dollars to me, Constable McKenzie...” added Tranh Lee.
Davina paused, looking across the bonnet of the nearest Limo towards the entrance,
“And, maybe if you’re a good girl, I might ‘thank’ you with something a little fuckin’ special?”
Tranh Lee had taken a chance. And, it had worked. Davina had been forced to act too...
“What do you think of that, ‘cunt’...?” the Vietnamese-born prostitute asked Davina, indicating the dazed Constable Naomi Thompson,
“You want to keep her, Davina...?”
“ ... or you prefer this ‘cunt’ huh...?” Tranh Lee asked the hermaphrodite.
Her impetuous act had changed their plan. And now, she had to move fast - she’d overheard the police radio message that Sonya Kuluzov was on her way back from ‘Rod Laver Arena’...
“You can handle these two ‘pigs’...?”
Davina nodded.
Constable ‘Lucky Phil’ O’Donoghue appeared in the entrance.
He seemed unperturbed to find the security woman missing. Nor had he noticed the two female police officers were now nowhere to be seen,
“P-Please...?”
Davina pilled Naomi over to where Tanya lay,
“There’s no need for any of this, Davina...?”
Davina forced Naomi to kneel – Tranh Lee snatched the unconscious policewoman’s ‘baseball- hat from her head...
“Policewomen...”
Davina threatened Naomi with her ‘Smith & Wesson’ .38 revolver,
“I know how to deal with you ‘sluts’...” the hermaphrodite hissed contemptuously,
“But...?” Naomi protested.
‘Trainee’ Constable ‘Bluey’ Gallagher joined his colleague, as did yet another female police officer - hidden by the stationary Limo, Davina stood up and began to unbutton her pseudo-US style uniform shirt as she watched the unsuspecting police officers...
“They don’t suspect a fuckin’ thing, Davina – just keep that ‘cunt’ quiet, understand?”
Davina nodded.
The two policemen were detailed to guard the entrance.
With luck, they would not take any particular interest in the ‘missing’ policewomen.
Nor, would they take notice of an Asian policewoman standing guard by the lift doors,
“Time is money, policewoman, Davina?” muttered Tranh Lee – she began to unbutton Tanya’s shirt.
Svetlana Maria Krushev. And, Sonya Vikturyia Kuluzov. They couldn’t be too far off now.
Davina continued to watch the other police intently.
Tranh Lee only needed the unconscious policewoman’s shirt and baseball-style uniform cap.
Her skirt was almost identical to that worn by policewomen. But, she took Tanya’s ‘Victoria Police’ ID badge as well – just to be safe. Tranh Lee secured Tanya with her own handcuffs.
She would ‘gag’ the helpless policewoman with her own panties.
Tranh Lee despised policewomen...
“Now, let’s get down to business huh...?”
Davina Louise Murdoch too, held a pathological hatred for female police officers but knew she had to concentrate on the job at hand,
“So far so good...” Davina told herself - it had been an impulsive ‘spur of the moment’ act on the Vietnamese-born prostitute’s part. Nonetheless, it had worked and that was something, a relief.
“Constable McKenzie...?” Tranh Lee whispered in the stunned policewoman’s ear. Tanya groaned.
She had used the simple expedient of tying Tanya’s shoelaces together to secure the Divorcee,
“Constable Thompson...?” whispered the hermaphrodite – Naomi opened her mouth to reply,
“Now then,” continued Tranh Lee, “I want you two fuckin’ police ‘cunts’ to listen vary carefully?”
Tanya opened her eyes.
Her policewoman’s uniform shirt was a tight fit on Tranh Lee,
“This ain’t personal, Constable McKenzie...?”
Tranh Lee had rolled the sleeves of the uniform shirt even shorter.
And, the crisp pale-blue fabric seemed to accentuate her small breasts.
Pausing, the Vietnamese-born prostitute admired her new appearance in the reflection offered by the nearby Limousine’s tinted windows...
“Listen carefully?” Davina warned. Tanya nodded.
Unable to respond, Constable Tanya McKenzie stared up at Tranh Lee – all she seemed to be able to see was her uniform shirt that the Asian prostitute now wore,
“You behave, Constable McKenzie?”
There was a moment of silence...
“You too, Constable Thompson?”
“And, maybe I’ll reward you with something ‘special’ if you’re a good girl?” hissed Tranh Lee.
Kneeling beside her colleague, Naomi gasped - her wrists were secured by her own handcuffs too.
“I don’t want to hurt you again...” Davina added in a whisper.
The door to the Limo was open. Along with Tranh Lee, the hermaphrodite bundled the dazed policewoman into the back seat – there was little Constable Tanya McKenzie do now,
“You’ll be much more comfortable in here...” Tranh Lee assured the wide-eyed Divorcee.
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