Chapter 20

It was dark outside now.

And every so often the door to ‘The Paragon’ would open to reveal another of the select clientele who frequented the café – few if any, seemed to be outwardly perturbed by the sight of a former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ contentedly ‘pleasuring’ two older Businesswomen by the door to the rear of the establishment.

Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan’s knotted uniform shirt was soaking wet – the once crisp pale-blue fabric of her brand new uniform shirt clung to her firm breasts and highlighted her hardened nipples after both the Manageress of the nearby Commonwealth Bank and her Branch Accountant had ‘cum’ all over the kneeling policewoman a number of times. Holding hands over the table, they craved even more of what Rosie had to offer. Moaning, all they could think of, was the euphoria that had all but overwhelmed them since their first ‘orgasm’ together some twenty minutes earlier – the two dazed women barely aware of anybody else within ‘The Paragon’ Café as Rosie continued to tease at their moist ‘pussies’ and aching clits in turn...

Cigarette smoke hung low over the tables.

The only real colour in the shadows were the pale-blue uniform shirts of the three policewomen.

Candles offered little illumination – the effect of the scented candles behind the counter added a certain ambience to the mood. Lounging against the counter with Alison, the Somali-born waitress still wore her crisp tight-fitting yellow uniform dress and hijab and very little else. Barefoot, the tall dark twenty-year-old had rolled the sleeves of her unzipped garment even shorter as she watched the front door for Alison.

The other waitress continued to serve the customers.

Nurses and a Qantas Stewardess.

A fresh-faced young twenty-three-year-old, her vivid red hair added a little more colour as she moved from the shadows into the soft glare of the candles, but it was really only the policewoman’s shirts that provided a constant source of colour within the almost monotone interior of ‘The Paragon’ Café.

The yellow-coloured short-sleeved uniform dresses worn by the waitresses were more of a darker shade and the flickering candles tended to render them almost opaque.

Surprisingly enough, the murmur of the women’s voices only highlighted the soft moans.

The ‘former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ was not the only policewomen enjoying ‘pussy’ now.

Still sitting back on the table, ‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan stared at the ceiling – not that she could really see anything in the gloom with all the smoke. Legs apart and with her skirt hitched up about her waist, she was being ‘pleasured’ by Senior Constable Desiree Blake to the delight of many watching.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson was now sitting on the chair that the older policewoman had vacated – Charlotte and Hanna were kissing as Desiree performed cunnilingus on the ‘disgraced’ former policewoman.

The bed in the rear storeroom was still being used. That was nothing new.

Charlotte seemed content to ignore Paula.

She had once been arrested by Senior Constable Hanna Monaghan – like most policewomen, ‘Headjob Hanna’ had been sympathetic to the plight of prostitutes like Charlotte and Sabrina, so she had spent the night with ‘Charlotte the Harlot’ and another policewoman, rather than charging her with Soliciting.

And that other policewoman had been the then ‘Trainee’ Constable Desiree Blake, so it was really no wonder that she was kissing Hanna as she was.

Sabrina Morgan too, treated the ‘Undercover Police’ with a certain disdain. That suited Paula though.

Slipping below the table, Sabrina positioned herself between Charlotte’s outstretched legs.

Bemused by it all, Sonya savoured another mouthful of coffee. She had not spoken in fifteen minutes.

She was relieved that Paula had said nothing about Davina. Nor had she really mentioned anything else.

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange knew what Sabrina was doing to Charlotte, even if she couldn’t see it for herself – along with Paula, she had moved to give the prostitute a little more room under the table but had not wanted to intrude by watching. The prostitute, however, would not have minded if she had. All the prostitutes had taken a real liking to Sonya.

Raising herself in her chair, Sonya had quickly hitched her own tight-fitting policewoman’s uniform skirt up about her waist, in expectation of either prostitute ‘eating’ her too – it had been an almost instinctive reaction to Charlotte kissing Hanna and Sabrina disappearing under the table, but now she felt foolish.

The young policewoman tried to act as if nothing was happening. She was disappointed though.