Chapter 44

Part 14

Hanna’s Beauty Services

A policewoman’s lot is not always a happy one...

Joanna had just got herself nice and relaxed. Maggie too. Both policewomen satisfied with life.

Seated comfortably at her desk, the brunette policewoman had been gazing out at the brick-built Flemington Police Station on the other side of the car park. She had all but forgotten about both Monica and Tess for the moment...

Close to her, Maggie was lying comfortably, over the desk that she shared with Joanna.

The aroma of freshly-percolated coffee smelt nice. And, both young policewomen were content.

That was until Joanna looked down at her desk. There was a piece of paper with her name on it.

A handwritten note from Senior Sergeant Monica Draper...

“Damn it...?”

Momentarily startled by Joanna’s outburst, Maggie gasped. Joanna Louise Parrish cursed again,

“Damn the bitch...?”

“What is it, Joanna?” Maggie asked. Joanna paused. Tugging at the collar of her uniform shirt, she looked across at Senior Constable Robyn Taylor...

“There’s been a change of plans, Robyn...” she announced. Maggie raised an eyebrow,

“It seems, ‘The Black Widow’ has something else in mind for us this afternoon?” Joanna explained,

“So, that Enquiry in Moonee Ponds is going to have to wait, sweetie – so is the coffee too...?”

Not thirty metres from where Constable Joanna Parrish sat with Constable Maggie Doyle in the small ‘Women Police’ Office, ‘Probationary’ Constable Susie Raynor was lapping at Cassandra Nicholson’s fragrant ‘pussy’ – the kneeling twenty-five year old blonde teasing at the cleaner’s aching clitoris with the very tip of her tongue. Not that anybody else knew what was going on. Not even ‘Probationary’ Constable Deirdre ‘Dash’ McKinley, for she was still busy with yet another telephone call. Grasping tightly at Susie’s hair, Cassandra stared at the ceiling and groaned. She was about to ‘cum’ once more – her grip on Suzanne Elizabeth Raynor tightened, causing pain to the policewoman, but Susie continued her oral onslaught on Cassandra in the relative privacy of the darkened Property Store...

“What are you talking about...?” queried Robyn.

“There’s a file on Monica’s desk,” Joanna replied, “Something to do with Hanna’s Beauty Services?”

“Hanna’s Beauty Services...?” Robyn enquired – Maggie sat up.

“There’s been a complaint received at the North Melbourne Police Station...” added Joanna, as her girlfriend reached for the note. ‘The Black Widow’ had directed Joanna to check out Hanna’s Beauty Services in Kensington. And, she wanted Robyn to concentrate on the outstanding paperwork, whilst Maggie attended to the matter in Moonee Ponds...

“You won’t believe what’s it about either, Robyn?”

Leaving the coffee, Robyn slipped into Monica’s office – she retrieved the file,

“I would’ve thought,” wondered Joanna, “That it was something the Criminal Investigation Branch might investigate?”

“Prostitution...?” queried Maggie. Her girlfriend nodded.

“If it’s an illegal brothel, I can’t do much about it?” Joanna observed...

“Monica’s up to something, Joanna...?” suggested Maggie – the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ stood up,

“Well, I don’t care what she says...” was Robyn’s response. Pausing, she cleared her throat and continued to scan the file in her hand. Joanna glanced at Maggie,

“I still want you and Maggie to attend Moonee Ponds this afternoon?”

Joanna nodded. Maggie opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it,

“Don’t worry about what Monica wants,” said Robyn, “I will check out Hanna’s Beauty Services?”

“But...?” queried Joanna. Nonetheless, Senior Constable Robyn Taylor was adamant,

“Who’s to say, that you and Maggie had already gone to Moonee Ponds huh...?”.

“If you say so, Robyn...?”

“I shall just tell Monica that I took it upon myself to check out the allegation?”

Joanna nodded. Maggie retrieved her issue handbag from her chair.

“In that case,” she suggested, “We’d better get going before ‘The Black Widow’ returns, Joanna?”

Joanna nodded again. The coffee would have to wait...

“We’re going to be in trouble one way or another, aren’t we?” teased Robyn.

“Well...?”

Joanna reached for her own handbag. Pausing, Maggie tugged at the sleeve of her uniform shirt and glanced out the window at the rear doorway of the Flemington Police Station,

“You be careful this afternoon, Robyn?”

The older policewoman offered the brunette a reassuring smile. The paperwork could wait too...

Senior Constable Robyn Taylor hesitated.

Stepping through the front doorway, the thirty year old year left the Summer heat outside.

The foyer was air-conditioned. That was a relief. A little surprising for this part of Kensington too.

It had been less than twenty minutes since she’d left the ‘Women Police’ Office at Flemington. And, still there was no sign of Senior Sergeant Monica Draper...?

Robyn uttered a muffled sigh, leaning back against the door as it closed behind her.

The career policewoman savoured the refreshingly cool air that now enveloped her - beneath the crisp pale-blue fabric of her short-sleeved policewoman’s uniform shirt, her skin began to tingle...

“Now...?” she thought.

There had been no information on Hanna’s Beauty Services with the Flemington Crime Collator.

And, she couldn’t recall ‘Mistress Rebecca’ mentioning Hanna’s Beauty Services...?

Nor had Sergeant Tess Gallagher said anything – Robyn was certain if it were some sort of brothel, than Rebecca ‘Becky’ Campbell would’ve said something to the policewomen...

“Seems fairly innocent enough, I suppose?”

Pausing a little longer, she glanced around the nondescript foyer.

Her nipples hard grown hard and erect beneath her shirt.

And, as she took in her new surroundings, Senior Constable Robyn Taylor felt a dribble of perspiration ooze down between her firm breasts.

“Down to business then...” she whispered to herself.

Alone in the foyer, Robyn suddenly noticed a lone CCTV camera aimed at the front doorway.

There was nobody at the nearby reception desk. But, that was to be expected.

Nonetheless, she sensed that she was being watched via the surveillance system - of that Robyn was quite certain as she walked towards the building’s directory by the deserted receptionist’s desk.

“Quiet enough...?” She observed in a whisper.

She had never really taken any notice of the building in Bellair Street by the Kensington Railway Station. But then again, why would she...?

This wasn’t really a ‘Women Police’ matter.

Neither was it really something for the Flemington ‘Uniform Branch’ either.

And, why had the complaint been lodged at the North Melbourne Police Station?

Senior Constable Robyn Taylor didn’t have the intimate knowledge that her colleagues in the ‘Uniform Branch’ did – the Flemington ‘Women Police’ Division worked the whole of ‘B’ District and not just the Flemington sub-district. And, with nothing on file in the local Crime Collator’s office, it was unlikely the ‘Uniform Branch’ had ever had anything to do with Hanna’s Beauty Services too,

\”Hanna’s huh...?” she sighed, tugging at the sleeve of her shirt.

Inspector Maree D’Constanzo had passed on the ‘complaint’ about Hanna’s Beauty Services to ‘The Black Widow’ and the ‘Women Police’ – that was all Robyn really knew,

“Hanna’s Beauty Services?”

Prostitution...? Not that there no brothels within the Flemington sub-district.

Senior Constable Robyn Taylor knew both ‘The Tender Touch’ and ‘Fantasia’ – she also knew both Rebecca ‘Becky’ Campbell and her prostitutes. She’d been to ‘The Tender Touch’ Massage Parlour once. A routine enquiry with Sergeant Tess Gallagher and Senior Constable Rosemary ‘Rosie’ Egan. And that, had been ‘interesting’ enough. But, both ‘The Tender Touch’ and ‘Fantasia’ were owned by ‘Mistress Rebecca’ and subject to the legislation – if Hanna’s Beauty Services operated prostitutes, Robyn would need Tess or Monica. She was not a Sergeant. Nor was she a Detective.