Chapter 21

Afternoon had turned into Evening.

And, discreetly parked beside the ‘Women Police’ Division’s unmarked Holden ‘Gemini’ coupe, was Veronica Campbell’s sleek Mercedes Coupe – the Solicitor had come to ‘The Paragon’ Café...

Rosie uttered a muffled groan.

She tightened her grip on the edge of the table and closed her eyes.

Seated before the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ with her back to the front door, Veronica slid her tongue into the policewoman’s anus, sending a shudder through Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan.

‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan had already ‘cum’ – she lay sprawled across the table with her back still against the wall and her arms lying over both Desiree and Charlotte as she stared at the ceiling in silence once again. She would need to regain her composure soon. She had to head to the ‘Fantasia’ Massage Parlour.

Senior Constable Desiree Blake sat to her right. ‘Charlotte the Harlot’ D’Urberville to the left.

The brunette policewoman’s pale blue uniform shirt was wet with Hanna’s fragrant cunni as it hung loose and unbuttoned from Desiree’s shoulders. Her dark blue skirt was a mess - soiled and crumpled as it had lay on the floor for an hour or so. ‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan licked slowly at her moist lips. She uttered a muffled sigh.

Lost in the moment, the ‘Madam’ of the ‘Fantasia’ Massage Parlour was spent. And that was obvious to all.

Desiree was asleep. Resting her head on Hanna’s thigh, she had ‘cum’ three times in a hurried succession – her suntanned skin glistening in the soft ambient light as she sat back in her chair. The exhausted brunette policewoman was bathed in perspiration and ‘pussy juices’ after almost three hours of near-continuous cunnilingus.

With her chin on Hanna’s other thigh, Charlotte gazed in bewildered amazement at her slumbering girlfriend – she too had ‘cum’ some fifteen minutes earlier, but as a prostitute, ‘Charlotte the Harlot’ D’Urberville took a particular delight in making another woman ‘orgasm’ and she had done that to Desiree. Beside her however, Sabrina Morgan was far too immersed in a long tender ‘three way’ kiss that she was having with the two waitresses – the Somali-born, Ashanti Abdi Mohammad wearing nothing but her hijab as her short-sleeved yellow uniform dress lay over a nearby chair. ‘The Paragon’ Cafe was the one place where a Prostitute like Sabrina or Charlotte, could ‘fuck’ either a Businesswoman, Waitress, or Policewoman as if they were the ‘whore’ - if need be, they could also enjoy a coffee...?

The red-haired waitress wore nothing but her tight-fitting unzipped uniform dress – the crisp yellow fabric accentuating every arable contour of her slender body as she kissed the Somalian and Sabrina. The uniform dress was almost transparent as she too was drenched in both ‘pussy’ and perspiration. But in her hip pocket, she now had another twenty-dollar tip for services rendered.

Hidden by the haze of cigarette smoke and the ever-lengthening shadows within ‘The Paragon’ Café, the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ wiped at her trembling lips with the back of her hand.

Her shirt was wet through – the knotted pale-blue policewoman’s shirt almost transparent as she struggled to retain her composure. Cigarette smoke swirled about her. Perspiration slowly dribbled down from beneath her neatly-rolled shirtsleeves and down her arms – more moisture had collected in her bell-button and she could feel the perspiration oozing down between her trembling breasts. And, she felt like she had pissed herself but she didn’t care. Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan knew that she would ‘cum’ soon.

Running her long fingers through her shoulder-length hair, she snatched a hurried deep breath.

Rosie didn’t quite know why...?

But ever since she and Desiree had inadvertently walked in on Sonya with the Solicitor that afternoon, Rosie had been unable to think of anything but sex. And it seemed quite apparent, that Desiree too, had been markedly affected by the sight of ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange with Veronica Campbell at the Moonee Ponds Magistrates Court.

Nevertheless, she didn’t worry about that now, for all she really knew, was that she was finally about to ‘cum’ herself. It was as simple as that for the former ‘Poster Girl’ for the Victoria Police as she clenched her teeth.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson smiled to herself. Satisfied and excited with all that had occurred.

The proprietor of ‘The Paragon’ had been distracted by several ‘off duty’ nurses coming in through the front door – their crisp short-sleeved white nurse’s uniform dresses doing little to conceal three shapely ‘Fashion Model’ figures as they positioned themselves at the counter for a coffee.

Sonya’s earlier plea had been in vain. Paula felt a certain sense of satisfaction in that too.

The young policewoman had resigned herself to being ‘fucked’ by Paula yet again. And that pleased Detective Constable Paula Robertson - she wanted ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange for herself.

Paula had glimpsed another ‘off duty’ nurse in the gloom. But, that was nothing too unusual for ‘The Paragon’ Café.

And, barely visible in the opposite corner, the blonde Qantas stewardess happily masturbated as she drank coffee and watched the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ rimmed by the kinky Solicitor.

Lurking not far away, the local hairdresser was happy to just lean back and stare at the wall in thought.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson closed her eyes. Sonya was going nowhere.

With her faded denim ‘Faberge’ jeans still down around her ankles, Paula’s aching ‘pussy’ was still sopping wet – obediently, Sonya was ‘fingering’ the plainclothes policewoman, but she was showing no real enthusiasm in the task.

Nevertheless, she knew what was coming her way. She’d always known that she would have to face Paula.

Earlier, the older waitress had ‘pleasured’ the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ – wearing nothing but her tight-fitting yellow uniform dress, she had performed cunnilingus on Paula as Sonya watched. And then, the dark-skinned Somalian had followed her example, doing the same to ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange as she sat with Detective Constable Paula Robertson. They had ‘cum’ of course – that was inevitable. And if anything, they’d provided a show for the clientele of ‘The Paragon’ Café like the other two policewomen and the three prostitutes beforehand,

“I don’t think I should be doing this...?” whispered Sonya finally,

“I really think we should be getting back to ‘The Heights’...?”

“Bernadette will be expecting us, Paula?” she warned finally,

“But, I’ve missed you...?” protested Paula - it was just a facade.

Sonya bit her lip...

“We both have, Constable L’Estrange?”

It was readily apparent that Sonya felt guilty over avoiding her and Davina.

If anything, she wanted the young policewoman to feel guilty and ashamed for that might just give her a little more leverage over Sonya now that she was stationed at the Avondale Heights ‘Women Police’ Division...

“You’re still the sexiest ‘cop whore’ at ‘The Heights’...” she whispered in Sonya’s ear.

Caressing at the young policewoman’s knotted uniform shirt, Paula resisted the temptation to just tear it open,

“Have we done anything, Sonya?”

Opening her mouth to speak, Sonya thought better of it.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson was her problem after all. And so was Davina.

“Did you not enjoy having Davina’s ‘cock’ up you, Constable L’Estrange?”

Sonya glared at Paula.

Closing her eyes, the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ began to kiss at the young policewoman’s neck – she teased playfully at Sonya’s earlobe with the very tip of her tongue, sending a shiver through the twenty-two-year-old,

“I thought, she purred, “You like having me pee all over you after Davina had ‘fucked’ you, Sonya?”

“Y-Yes...” Sonya conceded – Rosie and Desiree fortunately, had no interest in what Paula was saying.

Standing by the front counter, two of the Nurses continued their conversation with Alison.

And, the other two young Student Nurses were now kissing by the front door – both oblivious to all that was happening around them in ‘The Paragon’ Café as they enjoyed a few moments of passionate intimacy together...

.”And I thought we had a deal, didn’t you?” Pauls reminded Sonya.

The twenty-two year old had been expecting Paula to query why...?

Nonetheless, the question had been a surprise to her,

“But, I work for Bernadette Woodville now, Paula...?”

It was the only excuse for not seeing Davina or Paula, that the young policewoman could think of.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson had unbuttoned her own shirt.

And, she no longer wore the ‘Victoria Police’ badge as she toyed with her upturned collar,

“S-So...?” she’d hissed a moment later.

The smile had disappeared from her face,

“Is that how it’;s going to be, Sonya...?”

Paula knotted her shirt ‘halter style’ about her waist, pulling the crisp white baric tight.

“I’m stationed at the ‘Women Police’ now, Paula?” Sonya continued – the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ had long been contemptuous of the ‘Women Police’ and she now made her feelings clear...

“I owe Sergeant Woodville something – the rest of the girls too, of course, Paula?”