Chapter 12

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange closed her eyes.

She felt alone. And even though she was comfortably seated in the small Watchousekeeper’s Office at the Avondale Heights Police Station, the attractive twenty-two-year-old felt like she was in the middle of nowhere, as she leafed apathetically through a dog-eared copy of ‘Penthouse’ that she’d found in the bottom desk drawer.

She had been made to feel welcome by the ‘Women Police’ – Sergeant Bernadette Woodville had assured her of a new beginning in her career with the Victoria Police, but Sonya suspected that her new ‘Officer in Charge’ might have her own plans for her too...?

It was to a certain extent a disappointment too.

A desperate measure on Sonya’s part, for she had always wanted the rough and tumble of working ‘General Duties’ rather than the traditional policewoman’s role in a suburban ‘Women Police’ Division like that upstairs.

Nevertheless, it would do, for now, she had convinced herself.

She really had no choice – she had successfully completed her operational training at the Avondale Heights ‘Uniform Branch’ after graduating from the Glen Waverly ‘Police Training Academy’ with Diana.

Sergeant Bernadette Woodville had offered her a chance at redemption.

And, she was more than prepared to share Bernadette’s bed if need be.

The police radio stuttered – an almost inaudible communication punctuated with loud static that startled the young ‘trainee’ policewoman for a brief moment, as she gazed at the series of photographs of Amber Lynn in ‘The Penthouse’ Magazine.

She licked at her lips – slowly running the tip of her tongue along her trembling lower lip and then over her upper.

She tugged at the collar of her tight-fitting uniform shirt again.

Beneath the crisp pale-blue fabric of her new policewoman’s shirt, Sonya’s nipples hardened.

And, the attractive ‘trainee’ felt a growing creeping sensation rise from her now moistening ‘pussy’ to her tingling breasts. A dribble of perspiration slid gradually down the side of her face. It paused just below her cheek.

Closing her eyes, she lowered her hand. The perspiration dripped onto the flattened collar of her shirt.

The ‘trainee’ policewoman shuddered in her chair.

Slowly, she ran her fingertips ever so lightly over her tingling nipples – Sonya teasing each nipple in turn through the fabric of her uniform shirt as she thought of Bernadette and then Davina.

Sonya had made mistakes. She knew that.

But, she hadn’t been alone in making mistakes – Bernadette had told her that, as had Rosie, Desiree, and even Rhonda.

She was just a ‘trainee’ like Diana and the newest policewoman at Avondale Heights, Michelle, so it was inevitable that she would err in some way as a police officer. And she knew that too.

Her real error of judgment had been trying to be accepted within the Victoria Police, by offering herself up to the rampant ‘cocks’ of the likes of Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnstone and Sergeant Chris Matthews in some misguided effort to gain respect at ‘The Heights’ - it was now proving rather problematic for her.

Her only real saving grace, fortunately, was that her ‘Officer in Charge’ had an aversion to trouble.

Senior Sergeant ‘Killer’ Caldwell would never consider having her dismissed from the Victoria Police, as to do so would mean a lot of paperwork and he could ill afford the undue attention that might follow.

‘Killer’ wanted no scrutiny of what was happening within his ‘Uniform Branch’ at Avondale Heights.

If anything, he wanted her to resign.

Or, he wanted Sonya to just transfer out.

Sonya’s recent application for the ‘Women Police’ upstairs had been successful, so she’d achieved that now.

She uttered a sigh.

The ‘trainee’ closed the ‘Penthouse’ Magazine.

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange was no longer interested in the glossy photographs of the celebrated ‘Porn Actress’ – nor had the following pictures of the late John Holmes caught her attention.

She’d been unable to concentrate on the paperwork that she was supposed to be doing too.

That had been forlorn hope after all that had happened since she’d started the Nightshift.

Alone in the Watchousekeeper’s Office, the young ‘trainee’ stared through the open doorway into the foyer and licked slowly at her lips. She could still taste both Sergeant Bernadette Woodville and Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan - the older policewoman’s strawberry-flavored lip gloss and the alluring scent of Rosie’s fragrant Chanel No. 5, the preferred perfume of the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’...

Sergeant ‘Kev’ Wainwright had slipped out the back door without Sonya really noticing.

Leaving the ‘trainee’ policewoman alone in the cubbyhole that was the Watchousekeeper’s Office, the ‘Shift Supervisor’ had said nothing to her as he’d followed ‘Trainee’ Constable ‘Mick’ Maloney out to the ‘divisional van’ still parked at the rear of the station.

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange was now alone with both Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnston and Davina Louise Murdoch. But it had taken the ‘trainee’ several minutes to realize it.

Sergeant Bernadette Woodville and Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan had also left some time ago.

And, there was still no sign of Constable Rhonda Hamilton or ‘Trainee’ Constable Diana Lawson...?

Nor had Inspector Jennifer Cartwright reappeared despite the earlier radio transmission...?

Sonya closed her eyes once again. She uttered yet another muffled sigh.

Time had stopped.

The crisp pale-blue fabric of her uniform shirt still caressed lightly at her skin.

The ‘trainee’ policewoman tugged again at her shirt collar.

The police radio crackled again – a routine ‘car Check’ somewhere on the far side of ‘V’ District...

“Sonya...?” called a voice. Sonya opened her eyes.

‘Johnno’ stood in the doorway to the Watchousekeeper’s Office,

“Constable L’Estrange...?” he called.

Sonya hesitated – it took her another moment to realize that it was ‘Johnno’ speaking to her,

“Are those two ‘dykes’ still upstairs huh...?” the policeman asked. Sonya shook her head.

“What about Sergeant Wainwright...?” he then asked. The ‘trainee’ shook her head again.

“So, it’s just you eh...?” hissed ‘Johnno’ after a moment’s hesitation. Sonya nodded.

Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnston ushered the transsexual prostitute from where she stood at the front counter and into the compact Watchousekeeper’s Office with the seated young ‘trainee’ policewoman,

“Hello again...” the transsexual greeted with a smile. Sonya bit her lip.

Davina looked different though – tired and a little disheveled, Sonya observed without comment.

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange pushed her paperwork to one side.

Not that she’d really looked at it in over an hour...

“Miss Murdoch...” she acknowledged finally with a note of formality.

‘Johnno’ lingered in the doorway. Pausing, he glanced at the front door.

.”Davina’s been a naughty girl...” the policeman hissed with a note of contempt.

“But, we’re going to let her go pending further enquiries, Constable L’Estrange – understand?” he added.

Sonya nodded. She did not think it would be appropriate to comment yet.

Davina sat in the chair that ‘Johnno’ indicated – the same chair that Sergeant Bernadette Woodville had sat in earlier. It was the only other chair in the small room.

“Somebody will be here to collect her soon...?” he informed the ‘trainee’ – Sonya nodded without speaking,

“Don’t worry, she ain’t got no complaints about her fuckin’ treatment this evening, Sonya – do you?”

Davina shook her head...

“What about Sergeant Wainwright?” queried Sonya – she hesitated suddenly.

‘Johnno’ smiled.

“D-Davina...?” exclaimed Sonya.

There was a dribble of ‘cum’ oozing from between Davina’s lip...?

“Occupational hazard...” the transsexual whispered.

“She’s been very cooperative...” then ‘Johnno’ explained, as he moved closer to Sonya.

“But, I still need a favor from you, policewoman?” he told the ‘trainee’ policewoman,

“What sort of favour...?” Sonya asked -’Johnno’ rested a hand on the seated ‘trainee’ policewoman’s shoulder.

He could see ‘The Penthouse’ Magazine on the desk in front of Sonya.

And, there was a copy of the old Color Climax magazine ‘Lesbian Sex’ beneath her paperwork as well.

Sonya hesitated.

From where he stood behind Sonya, the distinctive dark-blue ‘trim’ of the seated ‘trainee’ policewoman’s shirt collar drew his eye now to her small well-rounded breasts,

“Seems, you might be looking for this, doesn’t it, ‘Deep Throat’...?”

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange’s shirt was unbuttoned and he could see her hard nipples as they pressed against the shimmering pale-blue fabric,

“B-But...?” protested Sonya.

She hadn’t realized that Sergeant ‘Kev’ Wainwright and ‘Trainee’ Constable ‘Mick’ Maloney had left in the ‘divvy van’ – Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnstone moved even closer to the young ‘trainee’...

“You know what to do, don’t you?” he asked her - Sonya bit her quivering lip.

Just as he’d done a few days earlier, he unzipped his fly.

It was now obvious to Sonya that Davina had just given the policeman a ‘blow job’ in the Muster Room and now it was her turn...

“You can’t ask me to do that here, Senior Constable Johnstone?”

“N-No...?” she begged.

Undeterred, Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnston positioned himself between Sonya and Davina.

“N-No...?” he queried with a contemptuous tone.