Chapter 2

Joanna looked away from Maggie.

She tried to avoid any eye contact with Cassandra, but failed,

“I think,” now suggested Cassandra, “That your colleague wants to have a little ‘play’ with my dildo?”

“I rather think,” replied Joanna, “That you really want to have a little ‘play’ with her, C-Cassandra?”

“Would you mind, Joanna?” Cassandra asked – Joanna shook her head.

The brunette policewoman knew that it was wrong.

And, she now knew that she was now speaking with Cassandra ‘The Cunt’ Thompson...

“So, is she your ‘girlfriend’ then, Constable Parrish?” the former prostitute asked – Joanna shook her head,

“Not quite, Cassandra...” she whispered after a further moment’s hesitation.

Maggie had ‘pleasured’ her before – that was nothing unusual. And, that had shared a bed several times. But that too, was nothing out of the ordinary for Constable Joanna Parrish, Constable Maggie Doyle or either ‘Probationary’ Constable Deirdre ‘;dash’ McKinley or ‘Trainee’ Constable Kelly O’Rourke,

“She’s sharing a bed with another policewoman at Sunbury though, if that’s what you want to know?”

“Though I really doubt Constable McKinley...?” Joanna assured Cassandra,

“Constable McKinley huh...?” queried Cassandra.

Joanna nodded again...

“Deirdre ‘Dash’ McKinley, Cassandra – she’s ‘sleeping’ with Maggie nowadays...”

Cassandra now moved even closer to Joanna,

“But, I thought she lived with Kelly?” she asked – Joanna smiled.

“It’s a little complicated, I’m afraid, Cassandra?”

“S-So...?” Cassandra queried in a whisper - the former prostitute took a gentle hold of Joanna’s arm,

“What about you then, Constable Parrish...?” she asked the brunette,

“Do you have a girlfriend then, J-Joanna?”

Joanna shook her head,

“Boyfriend...?” enquired Cassandra,

“N-No...” answered Joanna with a sigh,

Cassandra began to carefully trace the woven ‘Victoria Police’ patch on the brunette’s shirtsleeve with her fingertip,

“It’s none of my business, but are you a little jealous of Maggie and this Deirdre McKinley, aren’t you?”,

Joanna opened her mouth to respond, but she thought better of it...

“So, it’s just you four police ‘cunts’ at Sunbury then, Joanna...?”

Joanna nodded without speaking.

“Constable Maggie Doyle and Constable ‘Dash’ McKinley, and Constable Kelly O’Rourke, Joanna?”

Joanna Louise Parrish nodded once again,

“You’re quite right...” conceded Cassandra – she could see the discomfort in the brunette’s eyes.

“It’s really none of my business, is it, Constable Parrish?”

She released her hold on the brunette policewoman’s arm...

“C-Coffee...?” she asked the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ again, offering Joanna a reassuring smile,

“Or, would you really prefer something a little ‘stronger’ tonight, Joanna?”

“C-Coffee...” confirmed Joanna reluctantly.

Cassandra hesitated – Maggie let the dildo slip from between her lips.

She began to run the tip of her tongue along the moist shaft of the rubber ‘cock’ as Joanna watched...

“We’re really both sorry,” Joanna whispered, “That we interrupted your ‘fun’ this evening, Cassandra?”

“I’m pretty sure that I’ll get over it, Joanna...”

“I’m sure you will, Cassandra...” agreed the brunette.

Constable Maggie Doyle however, was lost in the moment.

“What about Maggie then?” Cassandra enquired in a whisper...

“Have you, Constable Parrish...?” she demanded to know – Joanna raised an eyebrow,

“Other than letting her ‘finger’ you, that is, Joanna?”

“Have I what...?” Joanna queried - she had a pretty good idea what Cassandra was asking, but still wanted to hear the former prostitute say the words...

“Have you ever ‘fucked’ Maggie, Joanna?” Cassandra asked.

Oblivious to what was being said, Maggie continued to lick at the large rubber ‘cock’...

“C-Constable Parrish...?” Cassandra prompted.

Joanna said nothing.

“Hmmm...?”

But, as she stood with Cassandra, Joanna could feel her nipples hardening beneath the crisp pale-blue fabric of her policewoman’s uniform shirt –she continued to watch Maggie as Cassandra whispered,

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then huh...?”

She knew the answer to her question,

Joanna didn’t need to say a thing now.

“S-So...?”

Joanna nodded.

Her eyes had told Cassandra all that she needed to know – the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had slept with Maggie. And, she’d also probably had ‘sex’ with Deirdre McKinley, as well as Kelly O’Rourke too,

“You had me worried earlier...” Cassandra now admitted, changing the subject,

“I thought I’d done somethin’ wrong with a couple of policewomen on my doorstep?”

Joanna turned – she leaned a little closer to Cassandra.

Raising her hand, Joanna began to gently caress at Cassandra’s cheek with her fingertips – she didn’t know why, but she found herself attracted to the former prostitute...

“I’m sorry I can’t help you with your enquiries tonight, Joanna...?”

There was something ‘exciting’ about Cassandra ‘The Cunt’ Thompson – something that the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had been looking for,

“No matter...” Joanna assured her.

She’d all but forgotten why she was really there with Maggie,

“So, there is another two ‘cunts’ at the Sunbury Police Station that I should know about huh...?”

Joanna nodded yet again.

“Moving here may have been a good thing then, Joanna?”

“Y-Yes...” agreed Joanna,

“A few fringe benefits eh...?” Cassandra suggested, reaching for a bottle of ‘Blue Label’...

“You see,” she confessed finally, “I don’t know very few people in Sunbury, Constable Parrish?”

“Have you ever had sex with a police ‘cunt’ huh...?” Joanna asked, lowering her hand – she looked back at Maggie and uttered another muffled sigh,

“Seems, you could do with something much stronger now, couldn’t you, Joanna?”

“C-Cocaine...?” queried the brunette policewoman – Cassandra responded with a shrug.

She had often ‘snorted’ cocaine with Senior Constable ‘Rosie’ Egan back at ‘The Grosvenor’...

“Old habits...” Cassandra explained in a whisper.

Joanna and Maggie had both seen the cocaine on Cassandra’s coffee table,

“For now huh...?” Cassandra suggested, handing the Johnny Walker ‘Blue Label’ to the policewoman.

A dribble of perspiration oozed slowly down between Joanna’s small breasts.

It clung annoyingly to her belly button.

She wore no bra.

Raising the bottle to her lips, Joanna savoured a mouthful of Scotch whiskey,

“So then, Constable Parrish?”

“How long have you got...?” Cassandra asked,

“Long enough...” was the brunette policewoman’s whispered reply.

Cassandra took the ‘Blue Label’; from Joanna...

“M-Maggie...?” continued Joanna after a pause,

“You can do whatever you like to her, Cassandra – just don’t break her?”

Cassandra swallowed a mouthful of her ‘Blue Label’...

“For now though,” Cassandra advised, “This will be our little ‘secret’ tonight, okay?”

Cassandra pressed her lips to the brunette’s waiting mouth and kissed Joanna forcefully – that was certainly not something she had been expecting when she’d first heard the ‘knock’ at her front door,

“Mmmmmm...?”

But, neither had Constable Joanna Parrish or Constable Maggie Doyle for that matter...

Cassandra knew that she could be arrested, but it no longer mattered to her.

Cocaine – that alone, would get her eighteen months in ‘Fairlie’ Women’s Prison for Possession.

And, she was also ‘Wanted’ – she would not be attending the ‘Magellan Enquiry’ nor would she be giving evidence against the ‘disgraced’ former Senior Constable Rosemary ‘Rosie’ Egan either.

She was however, quite certain in her own mind, that these two ‘Pigs’ had no idea who she was.

By rights, Constable Maggie Doyle should’ve recognised ‘The Countess’ at least, as she’d looked at the various photographs about the lounge room. But, it seemed, she hadn’t.

And nor had Constable Joanna Parrish. Or so it seemed to Cassandra at that moment in time.

Both the female ‘Pigs’ should’ve recognised ‘The Cunt’ too, for Cassandra’s picture had been in all the tabloids,

“I can almost taste you?”

Cassandra was a fugitive.

A former prostitute from ‘The Grosvenor’ Massage Parlour in Collingwood.

That should’ve been enough for Constable Joanna Parrish...?

But, it wasn’t.

And, the twenty-five year old brunette year old knew it.

Unable to say anything more, she watched in silence as Cassandra moved away – she felt the woman’s light caress and for a moment, wondered if Cassandra was about to tear her policewoman’s uniform shirt open...?

For like most policewomen, Joanna had heard the rumours about ‘The Cunt’...

“Well now...?”

Cassandra joined Maggie in the middle of the lounge room,

“So, you’ve been ‘fucking’ J-Joanna huh...?” she asked the blonde.

Maggie opened her mouth to reply, but words failed her once again.

“C-Constable Doyle...?” queried Cassandra – Maggie nodded...

“Y-Yes...”

Cassandra smiled.

She was more than satisfied with the blonde policewoman’s response.

Lingering in the adjacent kitchenette, Joanna remained silent.

Watching both Cassandra and Maggie intently, the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ leant back comfortably against the kitchen bench – she had finished the last of the ‘Blue Label’...

“J-Joanna told you, did she...?”

Cassandra nodded.

“And, she told me about Constable McKinley, Maggie?”

“She always did have a big mouth, Cassandra...” hissed the blonde policewoman,

“Constable O’Rourke too...?”

Joanna hadn’t actually confirmed that Maggie had ‘fucked’ Kelly, but it seemed likely to Cassandra.