Chapter 6

Part 2 : ‘Cunt... ‘

Constable Laura Delahuntey accelerated gently away from the entrance.

Glancing in the rear vision mirror, she smiled at Constable Cheryl Blake in the back seat - ‘Blondie’ had worked ‘Highway Patrol’ before Cheyenne had recruited her for the Force Response Unit and was first choice as driver. Constable Belinda McIntyre sat in the front passenger’s seat as usual. ‘Blondie’ and ‘Posh’ had long been almost inseparable - Cheryl sat with Sonya in the back seat...

“So, Cheyenne’s going to brief us on what’s happening huh...?” Laura sighed.

At first, Belinda did not reply.

Sonya lay across the back seat of the police car asleep.

Cheryl had taken care of the troublesome Russian by employing a rather simple ploy. The former prostitute had ‘pleasured’ Sonya Kuluzov with a little cunnilingus and the tennis player had ‘cum’ yet again. Several hours of tennis practice and another two hours of lesbian ‘pleasure’ - Sonya was a spent force...

“I don’t like this?” Belinda whispered.

“Belinda...?” queried Laura - Cheryl leaned forward, her uniform shirt unbuttoned to the waist.

He wore an ‘Adidas’ sports bra,

“Something’s not right about all this, Laura?” the English-born brunette warned...

“I don’t know the girl by the lift door – that’s not Tanya or Naomi, is it...?” Belinda added,

“Belinda...?” Cheryl asked – she began to button her uniform shirt. It was then, that all three caught sight of Davina,

“That’s not Tanya McKenzie?” Belinda observed,

“She’s no nurse either, Laura...?”

“ ... Naomi Thompson?” wondered Laura,

The policewoman standing by the lift door was not Constable Naomi Thompson or Constable Tanya McKenzie, but it was the woman in the short-sleeved white nurse’s uniform that caught their eye,

“She’s no masseuse either...?”

Belinda had worked with Naomi at the Russell Street ‘Women Police’ Division.

And, the Divorcee had been stationed at the ‘Force Response Unit’ when Belinda and Laura had arrived on transfer,

“I don’t know her...?”

“Neither do I...?” added Cheryl,

“Not quite regulation, Belinda?” suggested Laura – Belinda looked back at the entrance.

The Asian policewoman’s uniform shirt was seductively unbuttoned. And, whilst it was commonplace for female police officers like Belinda, Laura and Cheryl to wear a uniform shirt that was a size too small, the Vietnamese-born imposter’s shirt was far too small...

“She looks familiar though...?” said Cheryl.

Laura brought the police car to a crawl and checked the rear vision mirror.

The two policemen were still at the entrance.

“I know her from somewhere?” Cheryl continued, trying to recognise the woman in the nurse’s uniform,

“Well, it seems quiet enough...?” muttered Laura. The two male police officers hadn’t said anything?

The nurse’s uniform dress that Davina was wearing only made it more difficult for Cheryl, to recall just where she knew the suspect Vietnamese ‘policewoman’ from...?

“Maybe, I’m being a bit paranoid...?” conceded Belinda. She turned back to study the nurse,

“But, I don’t think she’s in the job...?” the English-born brunette suggested.

Neither of the ‘Force Response Unit’ policewomen was armed with anything more than handcuffs and their official notebook and pen - Inspector Cheyenne Kensington had sent them to the ‘Rod Laver’ Arena without any other accoutrements,

“Davina...?” gasped Cheryl finally.

Laura started...

“Davina Louise Murdoch?” said Cheryl...

“She’s no nurse – she’s a prostitute...?”

Laura and Belinda glanced at each other.

They knew the name. But, only by reputation,

“We worked for Kath Pettingill at the ‘Black Rose’ in South Melbourne before I joined the Job, you see?” Cheryl explained.

It was too late.

Striding towards the approaching Holden ‘Commodore’ police car, the transsexual drew the ‘Smith & Wesson’ revolver and aimed it at Laura...

“Fuck...?” Was all ‘Blondie’ could say.

Davina cleared her throat.

It was a gamble - she had no idea how to fire a handgun and was just taking a chance.

“What the...?” exclaimed Belinda - Laura opened her mouth to speak again, but words failed her.

‘Blondie’ could not remember the last time she’d heard Constable ‘Posh’ McIntyre swear...?

For a moment, Laura considered her options.

But, the car park was tight - no room to manoeuvre in the confines of the underground parking garage beneath ‘The Sheraton’...

“I’ve never known Davina to be fuckin’ violent?” gasped Cheryl.

“What’s going on?”

Sonya had woken,

“Stay down...” Cheryl ordered, placing her right hand on the teenager’s head.

Sonya responded with a groan, blissfully unaware of what was happening,

“She’s never done anything like this, Belinda?”” Cheryl hissed, reaching for the door handle.

Belinda hesitated.

Sonya had been rendered ‘hors de combat’ - five hours of tennis practice in forty degrees Celsius had taken its’ toll on the Russian, not to mention the ‘sex’ that had followed.

She had all but succumbed to the back seat ‘cunnilingus’ with Constable Cheryl Blake...

“With luck,” Cheryl continued, “Davina hasn’t seen our Russian here, ladies?”

“But...?” Belinda protested.

The young brunette policewoman opened her car door,

“I don’t see we have an option?” warned Laura, raising her hands.

Belinda nodded...

“Let me deal with Davina...?”

Cheryl stepped from the police car - Davina hesitated.

“This is something ‘new’ ... Davina has no ‘priors’ for violence?”

Cheryl raised her hands in surrender. Belinda followed suit.

Davina was close enough to see their every move.

And, the dashboard of the ‘Commodore’ was low enough that she could see if either Belinda or Laura reached for the police radio...

“Davina...?” called Cheryl, closing her passenger’s side car door with a deft move of her hip,

Her only hope was Sonya remained asleep in the back seat. Out of sight. Unaware of what was happening,

“What’s this all about?” Cheryl asked Davina, moving slowly towards the hermaphrodite...

“We’re not armed...?”

Davina opened her mouth to speak. Time now stood still,

“I don’t like this?” whispered Belinda with a sigh. She dare not reach for the radio microphone.

All three of the policewomen realised the inherent danger in the situation - Davina had them covered with the revolver and presented a risk as neither Constable ‘Blondie’ Delahuntey, Constable ‘Posh’ McIntyre nor Constable Cheryl Blake knew how the hermaphrodite prostitute would react,

“We just have to let Cheryl deal with it for now, Belinda...?”replied Laura in a whisper,

“Sonya...?” demanded Davina finally.

She had been taken aback to see Cheryl was now a police officer,

“I want Sonya Kuluzov, Cheryl?”

“But...?”

“Sonya?” repeated Davina impatiently...

“I want that Russian ‘slut’ now, Constable Blake?”