Chapter 16

Rhonda opened her eyes.

Disorientated, she stared at the large poster of Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan as last year’s ‘Miss Victoria Police’ in utter confusion – she had no idea where she was...?

Neither did the puzzled young policewoman know quite what had happened...?

Raising herself from the desk, she now found herself looking out the adjacent window. It was dark.

Bot that she could see much – driven by a strengthening Westerly, the late evening rain lashed at the once dust-covered glass creating an ever-changing kaleidoscope of light and colour over the window.

The streetlights cast an uneven damp glow over everything. But the headlights from the occasional vehicle passing along both Milleara Road and Military Road just added a confused array of light reflecting from the water spattering against the glass.

Rhonda still wore her short-sleeved uniform shirt – the once crisp pale-blue fabric wet with perspiration as it was still a barmy thirty-five degrees Celsius in the large Muster Room despite the rain. Her sleeves were rolled short as usual. And her collar neatly pressed flat once again.

Hanging loose and unbuttoned, the new-style shirt was all she wore over a white bikini.

Her issue handbag lay nearby. And she now realised that she was barefoot.

But just what had occurred in the hours beforehand, Constable Rhonda Hamilton had absolutely no idea...?

She sat up awkwardly – the uniform shirt clinging to her as she stared about the room in confused silence.

Notice boards arrayed with both official and unofficial notices and handwritten notes competed for space with photographs and ‘Wanted’ Posters. And, there were also several far more lurid pictures of both Actresses and Policewomen – candid Polaroid photographs of familiar-looking female police officers with their old-style white uniform shirts open and unbuttoned, covered in ‘cum’...

“S-So...?”

It took Rhonda several moments to realise that she was no longer alone.

She had been staring at a photograph of Constable Evonne Fortescue – the policewoman having been captured performing an impromptu ‘Strip Tease’ for her male colleagues at the ‘City Patrol Group’ back in April,

“You with us, Rhonda?” asked Sonya,

“Are you awake at last, Constable Hamilton...?”

It now all came back to Rhonda – she uttered a groan.

‘The Wild Cherries’ Massage Parlour – Sergeant Bernadette Woodville and her ‘Women Police’...

“How long have I been asleep, Sonya...?”

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange stood in the doorway,

“Long enough...” the ‘trainee’ assured Rhonda,

“You were sort of wasted when you got here just before four o’clock, I have to say, Rhonda?”

“How did I get here though...?”

You stumbled in from the car park – I assume you were dropped off by somebody...?” Sonya replied,

“So, I have you to thank for letting me sleep awhile this afternoon, Constable L’Estrange...?”

“I hate to tell you this,” replied Sonya, “But, it’s almost ten o’clock at night now, Rhonda?”

Constable Rhonda Hamilton bit her lip.

She was unable to speak – what could she say...?”

Her ‘pussy’ ached.

And, she now remembered a little more of ‘The Wild Cherries’ – she had a vague recollection of Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnstone’s estranged Filipino ‘Mail Order Bride’...?

Sergeant Bernadette Woodville and several Prostitutes...?

And ‘The Countess and Veronica Campbell as well...?

The other policewomen from upstairs too...?

Sonya stepped into the Muster Room.

There had not been a telephone call for almost an hour.

And neither had anybody come through the front door since Louisa Princess Johnstone,

“It must have really been something...?” the ‘trainee’ policewoman enquired – Sonya’s own pale-blue uniform shirt hung loosely over her trim dark-blue uniform skirt. And she too, was barefoot as she joined Rhonda,

“Don’t worry,” the ‘trainee’ added, “Chris Matthews has no idea what you’ve been doing, Rhonda?”

“Nor does he know you were late or in this state...?”

Rhonda breathed a sigh of relief...

“But, I do have a bone to pick with you?”

“What have I done...?” wondered Rhonda,

“You’re not my ‘Pimp’...?”

“Though I appreciate the sentiment, Rhonda?”

Sonya’s cryptic suggestion was a puzzle...

“I have another surprise...?” warned Sonya,

“It’s been a quiet wet night, so you seem to have slept through it, Rhonda?” she continued - ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange paused. Silhouetted by the harsh fluorescent light from the foyer, she took a moment to compose herself,

“S-Sonya...?” prompted Rhonda.

For almost an hour or so, Louise Princess Johnstone had been ‘pleasuring’ the ‘trainee’ policewoman in the small Watchousekeeper’s Office on the far side of the front counter – the earlier telephone call had interrupted their ‘fun’ but it had only been Sergeant Chris Matthews calling to say that he’d be late.

“I have somebody who wants to get to know you better, Constable Hamilton...?”

“I just hope ‘Juicy Lucy’ understands...?” Sonya teased – Rhonda slid from the desk and stood up.

The police radio crackled – the transmission echoing through the darkened police station from several loudspeakers,

“I think it was Lucille who brought me here for work today, Sonya?” Rhonda whispered - not that she was certain...?

Pausing again, Sonya raised both hands - she pulled at the upturned collar of her still dishevelled uniform shirt.

Rhonda remembered something about Constable ‘Juicy Lucy’ McIntyre promising to collect her from ‘The Heights’ at eleven o’clock...?