Chapter 1

’The Cunt’

Anne smiled.

She’d heard the rear door open and knew instinctively that it was Candi.

Rostered to work with ‘Acting’ Sergeant Candice McNamara once again, Senior Constable Anne Kensington had found herself working all alone at the Cleveland East Police Station, for the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had been late.

Three hours late in fact. And that was something new for Candice Louise McNamara.

Not that it worried the twenty-five year old brunette, for Candi had covered enough times for her.

Anne had paperwork to finish.

And, Senior Sergeant ‘Wild Bill’ O’Donoghue had wanted both policewomen to audit the ‘Property Store’ as well.

Anne had worked in the ‘Property Store’ for several hours on her own, but there had been no sign of Candi until she’d heard the door open slowly.

The irony was not lost on either policewoman.

Candi had once been the blonde ‘Poster Girl’ for the Victoria Police.

And, the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had long been the favourite at the Cleveland East ‘Uniform Branch’ since arriving on transfer some eighteen months earlier.

If anything, Anne was quite the opposite.

‘Wild Bill’ detested her.

She could be a competent and professional when she wanted.

But, she could also be ill-disciplined and far too loose with her sexual favours too.

Anne Maree Kensington was promiscuous. And she was Bi.

More than once, she’d been late for work for much the same reason that she now suspected Candi was...

“Well...?” she queried with a sigh.

Anne had completed the audit. And, she’d all but finished tidying the ‘Property Store’ as well.

Standing in the doorway between the ‘Property Store’ and the Change rooms, she’d been about making a cup of coffee,

“If it isn’t Sergeant McNamara at last?”

Candi finally appeared in the nearby doorway...

“I thought it might be you, Candi - not like you to be running this late?” Anne continued,

“No...” replied the blonde policewoman.

She looked tired.

And, her short-sleeved uniform shirt a mess.

“What time do you call this, Candi...?” asked Anne with a look of mock disgust on her face.

‘“Sorry...” whispered Candi softly – she lingered in the doorway, silhouetted by the afternoon sun,

“I should’ve called, Annie – I know that?”

Nonetheless, she’d been confident that Anne would cover for her.

Candice Louise McNamara wore her policewoman’s shirt knotted just below her waist.

And much to Anne’s surprise, she wore only a pair of ‘Nike’ running shorts that appeared far too small for the twenty-five year old blonde – Candi was also barefoot too,

And, it was quite apparent that she wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties.

Just a knotted policewoman’s uniform shirt and dark-blue shorts.

“Your uniform...?” teased Anne,

“Don’t start, Annie...” Candi replied with a muffled sigh.

Anne had taken careful note of Candi’s dishevelled uniform shirt.

For perhaps the first time ever, the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ looked a mess.

The sleeves of her short-sleeved uniform shirt were neatly-rolled even shorter in a somewhat ‘slutty’ style that Anne had not seen before.

And, the blonde’s uniform shirt was smeared with what appeared to be lipstick as well.

“So then...?”

Anne’s own short-sleeved policewoman’s uniform shirt hung loose and unbuttoned from her shoulders as she questioned Candi,

“Who was she, Candi...?” queried Anne – the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ hesitated.

“Well...?” Anne prompted impatiently.

She was one of the few at Cleveland East that knew Candi was bi.

...

“Wouldn’t you like to know...?” was the blonde policewoman’s response,

“I think I deserve something, Candi, don’t you?” responded Anne with a hint of disappointment.

Nobody knew that Candi was late. Nobody other than Anne of course.

She’d kept the front door of the Cleveland East Police Station locked.

And, she’d carefully covered for the missing policewoman with the ‘Duty Officer’ earlier...

“Aren’t they my running shorts too, Candi...?” Anne asked finally.

Candi smiled...

“Y-Yes...” she confirmed in a whisper,

“I’m sorry...” she continued in a hushed tone.

Anne leant back against the door to the ‘Property Store’ and offered Candi a reassuringly smile.

“So, who was she then, Candi...?” she demanded to know.

Cleveland East was a small suburban ‘Cop Shop’ on the very outskirts of Melbourne’s west.

And it was more like a small country town than part of the metropolitan area - Anne knew most of the local Bi and lesbian women, but she had no idea however, who Candi had slept with...?

Pausing, Candi cleared her throat.

The former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ reached up, tugging at the left sleeve of her uniform shirt.

She then smiled sheepishly at Anne...

“Jealous huh...?”

Anne bit her lip.

Candi knew that Anne had kept her ‘secret’ for months.

Not even the new policewoman suspected.

Constable Sonya Campbell had just been ‘seconded’ to Cleveland East.

A twenty-two year old blonde, she had no idea that Candi was Bi too.

But, she had shared her bed with Anne only the week before, but that had been a mistake and they both knew it...

“Y-Yes...” confessed Anne.

Nevertheless, Sonya had also been keeping her distance from Candi, in the belief that she was ‘straight’...

“Coffee...?” Anne offered.

Candi nodded without speaking.

“Maybe something a little stronger huh...?” queried Anne.

Candi remained silent.

Anne was resigned to waiting for Candi to confess all as she knew she would. Eventually.

It was inevitable and they both knew it.

‘Acting’ Sergeant Candi McNamara tugged at the collar of her uniform shirt.

“R-Rebecca...” she whispered finally.

Anne hesitated,

“Her name’s Rebecca if you should know, Annie...” Candi then added.

Anne opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it,

“Rebecca Thompson that is...”

“R-Rebecca...?” Anne queried.

The only ‘Rebecca’ that Senior Constable Anne Kensington knew, had once been a prostitute,

“Rebecca Thompson, M-Candi...?” enquired Anne.

As far as she knew, Rebecca ‘Becky’ Thompson had only just been released from the notorious ‘Fairlie’ Women’s Prison after serving eight months for Prostitution and Possession,

“Y-Yes...” confirmed the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ in a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone,

“Rebecca Thompson, Anne...”

It took another moment for Anne to realise just what Candi was confessing to.

Candi moved closer to the brunette – she offered Anne a guilty smile...

“But...?”

Anne stared at Candi in disbelief,

“Senior Constable McNamara?” she gasped – the coffee would have to wait...

“You don’t mean...?” Anne queried.

Senior Sergeant ‘Wild Bill’ O’Donoghue had only mentioned Becky’ Thompson to both her and Sonya a day earlier,

“Yes...” replied Candi.

She tugged at the collar of her uniform shirt again.

And, a dribble of perspiration slowly oozed down between her firm breasts.

“Rebecca Thompson...” she added after a moment’s hesitation.

Her moist skin tingled in the reflected sunlight from outside.

The now translucent pale-blue fabric of her shirt clung to her alabaster skin, accentuating her firm breasts as she spoke...

“Becky Thompson, Annie...”

Anne still could not quite believe what she was hearing...?

A week earlier, she’d spoken with the former prostitute at the ‘Railway Hotel’ with Sonya.

Candi eased closer to Anne...

“I know that she once worked as a prostitute, Annie...”the blonde admitted in a whisper,,

“And, I know that she once worked for Donna Murdoch back in Melbourne too...”

“C-Candi...?”

Rebecca Thompson was a ‘convicted’ prostitute.

And, she’d been imprisoned for selling cocaine.

“But, she’s a prostitute...?”

“A former prostitute, Anne...” Candi corrected – she knew only too well, that she was taking a risk in sharing the notorious woman’s bed,

“C-Candi...?”

Anne still didn’t know quite what to say...?

Reaching out, Candi took a gentle hold of Anne ‘s arm – she said nothing for the moment.

Not long after Anne had arrived at the Cleveland East Police Station, Candi had plied the brunette with cocaine and alcohol at Dimmatina’s Cafe – it was a favourite haunt for both Policewomen and Prostitutes, and Candi and Anne had then spent the following two days in bed.

Anne had thought that it might have led to something far more permanent,

“You had ‘sex’ with her?” she asked Candi.

The blonde policewoman nodded.

Carefully, she began to slowly trace the woven ‘Victoria Police’ patch on Anne ‘s shirtsleeve with her fingertip as she whispered,

“Y-Yes...”

She had ‘slept’ with the notorious former prostitute.

And, the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had even let Rebecca ‘fuck’ her whilst in her uniform too,

“I spent the night with ‘Becky’...”

Still somewhat shocked by Candi’s revelation, Anne responded with a muffled sigh.

Rebecca ‘Becky’ Thompson had a bit of a reputation. That much Anne knew only too well.

Constable Sonya Campbell had confided in in her, that she thought the former prostitute to be rather gorgeous – Anne had admitted the same to her young colleague too. But, they both really only knew Rebecca ‘Becky’ Campbell by her reputation alone.