Chapter 1

Acland Street

Samantha uttered a sigh.

It had been a long and disagreeable days for the thirty year old brunette.

But, as she slowed her car for the driveway into ‘The Mayfair’ Apartments where she lived, she couldn’t help feel a sense of relief nonetheless, that she’d managed to acquire a little Cocaine.

It was a taste she had picked up at Melbourne University.

And, she often felt guilty about it too.

However, after a day like the one she’d just experienced the newly-appointed Sales Manageress knew only too well that the ‘Coke’ would ease her discomfort better than anything. Samantha Richardson lived alone, and it had been almost a month since she’d last had sex.

The irony was that as she approached home, she waved at the prostitute who frequented the alleyway beside ‘The Mayfair’ Apartments – Samantha had befriended Cindi and they would often share a laugh most days. The twenty year old prostitute would in all likelihood, be probably enjoying far most ‘sex’ this evening than Samantha had in almost a year.

Checking her rear vision mirror, she uttered another muffled sigh.

There were dark circle beneath her soft blue eyes. Samantha was tired.

Bringing her Holden ‘Commodore’ to a gentle stop, she ran her fingers through her long dark-chocolate hair and blew a cheeky kiss at Cindi. The prostitute reciprocated.

Samantha hesitated.

She was attractive. But, she was also ambitious and a little see self-assured at times.

Nevertheless, the bi-sexual Sales Manageress still felt lonely.

Like most of the local prostitutes in St. Kilda, Cindi was bi-sexual – she had recognised that Samantha was a lesbian when they’d first met almost eighteen months before. Pausing a moment longer, Samantha tugged at the collar of her blouse. Licking slowly at her lips, she recalled how aroused she would become whenever the young prostitute would admire her in passing – many of the other prostitutes too, would often look her over with an approving eye as she came and went from ‘The Mayfair’ Apartments as well.

Samantha though, had been looking forward to the morning’s meeting with the new Chief Financial Comptroller at Prudential General Insurance, for she’d been ‘flirting’ unashamedly with the ‘thirty something’ Accountant and had in mind’ a quickie’ in the executive toilet – her plans had fallen through when Angela had called in ‘sick’ so she was now feeling particularly frustrated. And it had been a rather busy day. Busier than expected and that hadn’t helped.

Angela would be off ‘sick’ for a few days, and her Personal Assistant, Danielle, was still on her honeymoon, so for a moment, Samantha was tempted to invite Cindy or one of the other local prostitutes upstairs – the thought of being ‘fucked’ by a prostitute somewhat ‘arousing’ for the businesswoman. But, Cindi had disappeared into the alleyway...

Samantha turned her car into ‘The Mayfair’ Apartments – she had her own designated space for her gleaming Holden ‘Commodore’ and much to her surprise, Cindy had assured her that she’d ensure nobody went near the car. So far, the prostitute was keeping to her word, for nobody had ever interfered with Samantha’s car. It was then, that the Sales Manageress noticed the policewoman. Almost immediately, she switched her ignition off. And then she noticed yet another policewoman – they had emerged from the laneway almost as soon as she had parked her car...

“Hello...?” Samantha greeted – she opened her car door and stepped out,

“Hi there...” the twenty-two year old ‘trainee’ replied.

“Is everything okay...?” queried Samantha...

“Had anything happened, Constable Campbell?”

She had read the brunette’s issue nametag.

“Ummm...?”

“I’ve just got home from work, you see...?”

“So I see...” responded the young policewoman – the other lingered at the entrance to the alley,

“I’ve seen you around, I think, Constable Campbell?” continued Samantha...

“Sonya...” corrected the fresh-faced ‘trainee’ policewoman,

“I know you live here Miss Samantha, but what I’m more interested in,” she explained, taking a gentle hold of the businesswoman’s arm, “Is just what you’re doing with that, Miss Samantha?”