Chapter 8

Part 3 : ‘Cop Whores... ‘

Cheryl lay asleep. Still wearing her policewoman’s uniform shirt, the former prostitute was sprawled across the cushions that littered the lounge room – her face was still smeared with Davina’s ‘cum’ as the young brunette policewoman had offered herself to the hermaphrodite. Kneeling beside her was Constable Tanya McKenzie. The fresh-faced Divorcee was an emotional mess, She’d watched Cheryl with the hermaphrodite for what seemed hours – ‘Probationary’ Constable Cheryl Blake willingly, taking it in turns with Tranh Lee to ‘suck’ Davina’s large ‘cock’ in a display of wanton lust and need, Tanya now focussed on Davina’s growing ‘cock’...

“Mmmm...?”

Tanya smiled. She was no longer a policewoman. Psychologically, the Divorcee was just another of the prostitutes,

“You want ‘a piece of the action’ huh...?”

Davina was seated in the sofa lounge. Tranh Lee lying beside her.

The black chambermaid had been stripped of her uniform dress...

“I thought you might want a change of diet, Constable Tanya?”

The policewoman had watched Tranh Lee perform cunnilingus on Cheryl until she’d ‘orgasmed’ – Tanya could still see the hermaphrodite’s ‘cum’ glistening in the soft light that filtered in from outside,

“You like that, don’t you...?” Davina asked – Tanya nodded, unable to speak.

Cheryl’s uniform shirt was soaking wet. Perspiration, saliva and ‘cum’ – the once crisp pale-blue fabric clinging to the former prostitute’s smooth skin as she slept. Tranh Lee and the chambermaid, had all but ignored Constable Tanya McKenzie. And that, had driven the Divorcee almost crazy...

.”You know what to do, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes...” confirmed Tanya. She knew it was wrong.

But, the policewoman blamed the troublesome Sonya for all her problems – it had been the young Russian who’d brought her here. Constable Tanya McKenzie had no idea just where ‘here’ was...?

She had believed it to be the ‘Fantasia’ Massage Parlour, but that was not the case. It was not a brothel. It was a large comfortable house. The décor was more exotic than she was used to.

Not quite Arabic. But, she had a dim recollection of women in hijabs?

“Mmmm...?”

Tanya took the large penis between her trembling lips...

“That’s it...” Davina continued. The policewoman closed her eyes and began to ‘suckle’ her penis.

“Oh ... Oh ... Oh...?”

Constable Tanya McKenzie still wore her uniform shirt - the short-sleeved policewoman’s shirt still knotted tightly about her slender waist as she performed fellatio on the Hermaphrodite...

“You can do what you want with her, Davina?” purred Deanna.

The notorious ‘Madam’ watched from the doorway. Behind her, naked but for her rich silken hijab, the Pakistani businesswoman lingered – the forty year old intently watching Davina with the policewoman,

“You want Cheyenne, don’t you?” Davina replied. Deanna nodded.

It was a point of honour amongst the ‘Pimps’ and ‘Madams’ in Melbourne. They all wanted to bed the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ – Deanna Murdoch was no different. Yasmin too for that matter.

“Later today huh...?” Davina suggested. Her half-sister smiled. She would have Cheyenne,

“Cheryl’s had enough, Deanna?” the Pakistani woman hissed. The notorious ‘Madam’ nodded.

The prostitute turned policewoman though, had been ‘fucked’ almost senseless. And, she had taken everything that had been offered. Cheryl had ‘cum’ more times than Deanna or Jasmin could recall...?

Jasmin Farah Khan was silhouetted by the early morning sun - she had a secure compound at the rear of had once been an exclusive ‘Stud Farm’ for the wealthy ‘Holmes à Court’ Racing Dynasty...

“Just don’t hurt her...?” Jasmin warned,

“She may not be worth as much as Sonya,” continued the dusky businesswoman, “But, a police ‘cunt’ in uniform is still worth a few thousand dollars to me, Miss Davina?”

Jasmin was the missing link. It was the ambitious Pakistani businesswoman who controlled both Deanna and the Toorak Socialite,

“That goes for the other police ‘;cunt’ too...?”

Jasmin continued enjoying the cool breeze that now caressed at her smooth skin...

“Mistress Jasmin...” Davina purred. Jasmin Farah Khan was in charge and she knew it.

Jasmin had dealt with policewomen like Constable Tanya McKenzie before.

Constable ‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan and the ‘disgraced’ Detective Sergeant Claudia O’Farrell. And, there had been Constable Victoria Thorne and Sergeant Lynn Goodchild from the Kent Constabuilary in England – plus several girls from the Russian federation Police in St. Petersburg. Along with New South Wales, Victoria had proved lucrative. Jasmin was making money in Australia. Prostitution.

Horse Racing and Gambling. So, she had no fear of policewomen like Cheyenne,

More than once, she had used her wealth and influence to force ‘straight’ female police officers to help her obtain lesbians like Tanya and Cheryl more than once. Chief Commissioner Christine Nixon had been unable to stop her subverting her policewomen. Just as she’d been incapable of doing anything about Prostitution...

“What do you want to do about Sonya?” Deanna asked Jasmin in a whisper.

They’d both had their fun. It was time for business now,

“She’s still playing in ‘The Australian Open’...?” Deanna reminded the Pakistani businesswoman,

“And, we’re going to have to deal with Cheyenne fuckin’ Kensington too, Jasmin?”

Back at ‘The Sheraton’ Hotel, Inspector Cheyenne Kensington was thinking on what she needed to do next too, for it was now almost four o’clock in the morning. Though tired, she’d been unable to sleep.

Constable Cassandra Johnstone stood by the main door - Inspector Cheyenne Kensington had wanted another two policewomen, but had changed her mind. For the time being, she would leave her very capable ‘Sub Charge’ running the ‘Force Response Unit’ whilst she dealt with the ‘missing’ police officers. Senior Sergeant Dominique Edwardes knew little of what was happening. That was on purpose, for Cheyenne thought it prudent that few police officers knew anything. She would handle the matter personally. Nobody else in her ‘Force Response Unit’ needed to know anything, as far as Cheyenne was concerned. Not yet anyway...

“It is just as you thought...” a voice sighed. It too, sounded tired. Exhausted.

It took Cheyenne a moment to realise it was Dominique speaking to her,

“Some sixty kilometres north from Melbourne?” the Russian continued...

“But, I am not sure how you pronounce the name of the town, Cheyenne?”

Dominique paused. She looked a little incongruous in her Victoria Police uniform – the uniform another of Cheyenne’s subterfuges. Jasmin had telephoned an hour earlier, offering Inspector Cheyenne Kensington a deal...?

She would exchange ‘Probationary’ Constable Cheryl Blake and Constable Tanya McKenzie for Sonya Kuluzov. No questions asked. Not that anybody believed the Pakistani ‘Pimp’ would keep to her word,

“Wallan...?” queried Cassandra. She’s heard Dominique on the telephone a few minutes earlier.

Dominique nodded. Seated at the large dining table, she continued to study the dossier that she’d just been handed by Cassandra...

“It’s on the outskirts of the metropolitan area, Dominique...” the young policewoman explained.

The former Russian policewoman had called in a favour ... Cassandra and Naomi had helped.

She had a satellite photograph of Jasmin’s secluded compound in ‘Hidden Valley’...

“Wallan huh...?” muttered Cheyenne.

“Yes...” confirmed Dominique – Cassandra joined the Russian businesswoman at the dining table,