Chapter 6

Sergeant Tess Gallagher smiled.

Behind her in the rear store room of ‘The Paragon’ Café, Sandra ‘The Countess’ Avalon lay on the bed with Rebecca ‘Becky’ Campbell and a waitress. Much to her surprise, the thirty-year-old Divorcee had ‘pleasured’ all three women for almost two hours – it had been a risk. Nevertheless, Tess had taken her chances. Senior Sergeant Monica Draper would still be far too preoccupied at the District Conference.

Rebecca had souvenired the policewoman’s ‘crotchless’ panties - not that Tess minded.

She had once arrested ‘Becky’ for Prostitution.

Fortunately, both Constable Maggie Doyle and Constable Joanna Parrish had ensured that nobody disturbed Sergeant Tess Gallagher with the waitress, Becky, and ‘The Countess’ - Tess however, had not seen either Maggie or Joanna in almost twenty minutes...?

Melbourne was quiet. From where she stood, Tess could see little at the far end of the alleyway.

She couldn’t hear the usual rumble of traffic passing along Queen Street or Little Collins Street...?

The notorious ‘Pimp’ groaned. And the waitress was asleep.

But, the prostitute stared silently at the ceiling in thought - she was now only vaguely aware of the policewoman.

Pausing, Tess stood in the doorway as she tidied her uniform shirt.

She had always enjoyed the gentle caress of her uniform shirt’s crisp pale-blue fabric - like most policewomen, she wore a shirt that was a size too small and thus tight-fitting. The sleeves were neatly rolled even shorter. And like all ‘City Traffic’ policewomen, she wore a silver chain lanyard to which was attached a glistening ‘Victoria police’ badge.

There was a smear of lipstick on the collar of her shirt.

And, there was another smear of lipstick over the ‘Victoria Police’ patch on her left shirtsleeve – nevertheless, she had not a hair out of place, and neither did she look like she had just had ‘sex’ with three women either.

Staring out the rear doorway of ‘The Paragon’ Café, Teresa Annette Gallagher could see anybody.

Alone with her thoughts, she licked at her lips – she could still taste the ‘Pimp’ in her mouth.

But, what she didn’t know at that very moment in time, was that Senior Sergeant Monica Draper had been called to ‘The Crazy Horse’ Strip Club by Caroline ‘The Bitch’ Montague. She had told nobody where she was going.

‘The Black Widow’was about to enter ‘The Crazy Horse’ – back at the ‘City Traffic’ Office meanwhile, nobody other than ‘Probationary’ Constable Kelly O’Rourke knew where their ‘Officer in Charge’ was going, for it had been the twenty-two-year-old blonde policewoman who had taken the call from ‘The Cunt’...

Sonya Williamson stood not far from the thirty-year-old policewoman.

The kinky Manageress of ‘The Paragon’ Café smiled - beside her, Samantha ‘The Cunt’ Thompson gazed at the unsuspecting blonde policewoman. They had seen everything.

Lesbianism was still illegal. So was prostitution.

But there was a growing realization that the conservative National Liberal Coalition Government would do nothing.

It may have been taboo. However, Sergeant Tess Gallagher and the Melbourne District ‘Traffic and Patrol’ Division were going to do nothing about the prostitutes of Banana Alley or the ‘Strippers’ of ‘The Crazy Horse’ Strip Club - both the local Criminal Investigation Branch and ‘Vice Squad’ had no interest in what was happening, nor did the ‘Women Police’ Division at Russell Street.

‘The Paragon’ Cafe too, enjoyed immunity from Prosecution - it was a popular haunt for the policewomen from ‘City Traffic’ whilst ‘The Wild Cherries’ Club was favoured by the ‘Women Police’ Division.

“S-So...?” asked Sonya,

“You heading back to ‘City Traffic’ now, Sergeant Gallagher?”

Tess nodded - she tugged at her left shirt sleeve. The policewoman was in no hurry.

“Will we see you later, Tess...?” wondered the Manageress of ‘The Paragon’ - the policewoman shook her head.

There had been talk of all the policewomen going to ‘The Tunnel’ Nightclub again...

“There’s still a few things for me to do back at work, I’m afraid - maybe tomorrow, Sonya?”

Sergeant Marcus Jacobs would be expecting her soon - Sergeant Matthew Graham too. And, she would still have to speak to Senior Sergeant Monica Draper,

“Thank you for that, Miss Williamson...”

“I’m in your debt again, it seems, Sonya?”

She would also need to check on her policewomen. That was necessary to satisfy ‘The Black Widow’ too.

Sergeant Tess Gallagher however, would have preferred to just take Sandra ‘The Countess’ Avalon home to her bed.

Meanwhile, not more than a kilometre from where Tess stood, several of her police ‘cunts’ were doing anything but their duty - not that Tess would have really cared if she’s known. She had strong feelings for the ‘Pimp’ now.

Dust swirled about. There was a slight breeze blowing along the length of Flinders Lane.

Senior Constable Rochelle De la Rue smiled.

Standing in the nearby doorway, she could see ‘Probationary’ Constable Georgina Watson with the Businesswoman – recently appointed to the Melbourne District ‘Traffic and Patrol’ Division on a more permanent basis after finishing her training there, Georgina had just gone through yet another ‘Rite of Passage’ for a ‘City Traffic’ policewoman.

Uniform shirt unbuttoned to her waist, the young brunette looked dazed.

She gazed at Rochelle in silence. She appeared lost in the moment still.

‘Probationary’ Constable Deirdre ‘Dash’ McKinley stood guard at the corner – Flinders Lane and Market Lane were still quiet, but that was no excuse for not taking a little care. This was still inner Melbourne, and the three policewomen could ill-afford being caught by the ‘A’ District ‘Duty Officer’ or their own ‘Officer in Charge’...

“It would appear that your ‘girlfriends” are waiting, Constable Watson?” observed the Businesswoman.

She’d changed her clothing – she now wore a satin blouse and corporate white mini-skirt with stiletto boots,

“M-Maybe, they want ‘a piece of the action’ too...?” Georgina replied – the Businesswoman kissed at her neck,

“Well,” responded the Businesswoman in a whisper, “There’s always tomorrow isn’t there, Constable Watson?”

She had already decided on ‘fucking’ both Senior Constable Rochelle De La Rue and ‘Probationary’ Constable Deirdre ‘Dash’ McKinley in due course...

“But, I still have work to do in my office this afternoon?”

She would also have any other female ‘Pig’ from the Melbourne District ‘Traffic and Patrol’ Division too,

“So...?” enquired Rochelle – she glanced back down Market Lane,

“I hope she gave satisfaction, ma’am?” the older policewoman asked of the Businesswoman.

Moving closer to Georgina and the Businesswoman, Rochelle playfully undid another of her uniform shirt’s buttons – she looked back along Market Lane in the opposite direction. There was a car approaching, but it was still some distance off. And, there were three pedestrians back towards Flinders Street...

“Like what you see...?” Rochelle asked – the Businesswoman nodded.