Chapter 41

Kelly Maree O’Rourke knew that what she was doing was wrong.

Maybe not morally in her mind, but certainly a breach of several provisions within the old 1949 Police Regulation Act and Victoria Police Regulations – she was still a ‘Probationary’ and could be summarily dismissed from the Victoria Police. ‘Disgraced’ and humiliated, her prospects would not be good...

Part 13

’The Paragon’ Café (2)

Eyes closed, Lady Rhonda ‘The Cunt’ Hamilton-Baillieu sat back in the chair.

Beside her, Sarah Garde-Wilson looked disgusted. But, whether it was her contempt towards either Sergeant Tess Gallagher and ‘Probationary’ Constable Kelly O’Rourke, or just the predicament that she now found herself in, not even the ‘Underworld Lawyer’ knew...?

She remained silent. Watching sullenly as the older policewoman performed cunnilingus on the kinky ‘Madam’ of the ‘Fantasia’ Massage Parlour – the lawyer wanted out, but had been too well paid to just leave. That was the price she would pay for taking Rebecca ‘Becky’ Campbell’s money.

Kelly could scarcely believe what she was witnessing. Beneath the table that she shared with Lady Rhonda Hamilton-Baillieu, Sarah Garde-Wilson and ‘Mistress Rebecca’ Campbell, Teresa Annette Gallagher knelt between Rebecca’s legs – the blonde Divorcee licking eagerly at the woman’s wet ‘pussy’ as Kelly watched. Rebecca still ‘fingered’ the aristocrat. But, as she sat between ‘The Cunt’ and her lawyer, ‘Probationary’ Constable Kelly O’Rourke was now also teasing at the aristocrat’s ‘‘pussy’ with her fingers too. ‘The Cunt’ grasped the edge of the table in front of her. And, nothing else seemed to matter to anybody inside ‘The Paragon’ Café as they all watched Lady Rhonda Hamilton-Baillieu ‘pleasured’ – not even Cassandra Nicholson could take her eyes off what was happening...

The aroma of freshly-brewed Arabica coffee mixed with the scent of ‘pussy’ – Givenchy Amirage and ‘Tommy Girl’ perfume added a further dimension to the fragrances that now filled the inside of ‘The Paragon’ Café, as did a subtle blend of Chanel No. 5 and expensive Cologne and Eau de perfume. And, there was a suggestion of lavender in the air too. Somewhere by the cash register, there were a number of scented candles burning, adding to the almost bohemian ambience of the notorious Café.

‘The Cunt’ continued to moan. She seemed oblivious to everything but the fingers that now teased at her aching clit – she wore panties, but they had proved no barrier to Rebecca and Kelly. Lady Rhonda Hamilton-Baillieu had wanted to kiss the young blonde policewoman. And, she’d wanted to take Kelly out to the bed in the rear store room and ‘fuck’ her, but the presence of Sergeant Tess Gallagher and Sarah Garde-Wilson had made her think twice. No matter, she was content to enjoy being ‘fingered’ – she knew that she was about to ‘cum’ but didn’t care. Almost overwhelmed with desire, ‘The Cunt’ would not have cared if she ‘fucked’ the waitress. Rhonda muttered something...? She snatched a hurried deep breath and opened her eyes. At the counter, the waitress was watching. And, by the door that led to the rear of the building, the sullen Cassandra glared at her too. She gasped again...

Monica sat uneasily in her chair. She’s accompanied Inspector Maree D’Constanzo back to her office – Divisional Headquarters sharing the first floor of the Moonee Ponds Police Station with the both the local ‘Crime Collator’ and Prosecutions Office. ‘The Black Widow’ was nervous. She had long been a protégé of Maree, but now she was more akin to the ambitious forty year old brunette’s handmaiden...