Chapter 19

Cigarette smoke slowly curled up around the light fittings above the table – swirling lazily from where the younger of the two waitresses stood in the doorway. Her yellow uniform dress was unzipped, revealing that the fresh-faced Somali-born twenty-year-old wore no bra despite her hijab. Her dark skin glistened in the subtle light. And she had a fresh fifty dollar note in the hip pocket of her tight-fitting dress...

Alison pressed her moist lips to Sonya’s hard left nipple.

Watched by Detective Constable Paula Robertson, the fifty-year-old former policewoman began to ‘suck’ at the nipple.

Saying nothing, the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ smiled – she had been expecting it to happen, for she knew it was almost inevitable. Back at the ‘Women Police’ Division, she’d once gained a similar reputation to that of ‘Probationary’ Constable L’Estrange.

Passed around the senior policewomen, she had used their lust for her own benefit though.

Paula had ‘blackmailed’ her way out of the ‘Women Police’ and into plain clothes - she was now the protege of several older policewomen and had almost a free hand in everything she now did in Melbourne’s outer West.

Not that anybody in ‘The Paragon’ knew that...?

Sonya groaned and closed her eyes.

She was happy to let Alison do whatever she wanted.

That was until Paula decided to interrupt - she’d been watching from her table by the front window for long enough.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson stood up. She pulled at the upturned collar of her white shirt.

It had been the same short-sleeved white uniform shirt she’d worn as ‘Head Prefect’ at Penola Catholic College in Broadmeadows...

“Mmmm...?”

Senior Constable Rosie Blake was beneath the far table.

Almost hidden by the Somalian waitress, the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ was performing cunnilingus on the two ‘forty-something’ Businesswomen without a care in the World.

Paula took no notice of her.

She had heard Sonya confirm who she was to the proprietor of ‘The Paragon’ Café – she had also heard a little of the discussion earlier as well. So, they all knew that she was an ‘Undercover Policewoman’ now. It was now time to make her presence felt...

“Constable L’Estrange...?”

“Well, what do we have here then...?” Paula hissed with contempt.

“Senior Constable Desiree Blake too...?”

She wore a sleeveless white shirt and denim jeans with a pair of ‘Adidas’ runners.

Paula actually looked more like a teenage Schoolgirl Delinquent’ than anything...

“Who would’ve thought huh...?”

And, as she stood at the end of the table, Detective Constable Paula Robertson now wore her Victoria Police badge hooked over the waistband of her ‘Lee’ jeans too.

“What would Jennifer Cartwright have to see about this eh...?”

‘Headjob Hanna’ had seen Paula stand, but had said nothing.

She just stared impassively at her.

‘Charlotte the Harlot’ and Desiree had been too busy kissing to notice Paula approach their table, and Sonya had been far too preoccupied with Alison gently ‘suckling’ her left nipple to realise quite what was happening...

“But I guess you don’t fuckin’ care, do you, Desiree?” snapped Paula.

“What with Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan offering it up too...?” continued Paula with disdain,

“You wouldn’t be here if you were too worried about the ‘Divisional Inspector’ catching you, would you now?”

For the moment however, Paula ignored Sonya - she’d had sex with the young policewoman more times than she could remember since taking her with Davina from the Avondale Heights Police Station at the suggestion of Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnstone. Her kinky transsexual girlfriend had also been ‘fucking’ Sonya, so as far as the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ was concerned, ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange was very much just another ‘slut’ in a policewoman’s uniform.

Desiree opened her eyes – Charlotte glared sullenly at Paula but knew better than to speak.

‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan in a display of arrogant bravado raised both her legs and offered her own ‘pussy’ to the attractive young plainclothes policewoman. What she had noticed if the other policewomen had not, was the distinctive tattoo on Paula’s upper left arm – she realized the significance even if Sabrina and Charlotte had yet to. Two hearts surrounded by barbed wire.

There was a moment of silence.

Alison had turned her attention to Sonya’s right nipple.

And, Rosie was continuing her oral onslaught by the rear doorway – the darkened interior of ‘The Paragon’; echoed with the moaning of the two Businesswomen...

“What would Chief Commissioner Miller say huh...?” Paula asked rhetorically,

“P-Paula...?” exclaimed Sonya – Desiree bit her lip.

“Three ‘convicted’ prostitutes if I’m not mistaken...?” observed Paula...

“Sabrina Morgan not three months out of ‘Fairlie’ Prison and still on Parole?”

Sabrina opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it,

“Three filthy fucking ‘whores’ and a couple of ‘cunt-hungry’ female ‘Pigs’ eh...?”

‘The Paragon’ Café may have been ostensibly ‘off limits’ to female police officers, but there remained an unwritten rule in No. 1 Division, that no policewoman would ever abuse the privilege – not even the few ‘straight’ girls dared to report what they knew.