Chapter 22

The front door opened.

A breath of fresh air preceded the arrival of three more women.

The rear door to ‘The Paragon’ Café was open and the draught created now forced much of the swirling cigarette smoke outside at last – the early evening breeze had freshened from the South and it offered a little relief from the day’s thirty-five degrees Celsius. But it would still be another three hours to dusk.

Somewhat distracted by the intriguing sight of ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange and the troublesome “Undercover Policewoman’ at the far end of the room, Alison Anderson hadn’t seen the front door open. Events had moved a little too fast for the notorious proprietor of ‘The Paragon’ Café. For a time, she’d arranged for Ashanti to keep an eye on the front door an hour or so earlier. But, the Somali-born waitress was now very much a part of the action. So was her other waitress. Stripped of their tight short-sleeved yellow uniform dresses, both her waitresses were far too preoccupied with the young prostitute, Sabrina Morgan, to really be of any use in containing what was happening...

“Well now...?”

Alison hesitated.

Between the front door and where Alison stood at the counter, the two Student Nurses continued to kiss...

“What the...?” queried a familiar voice – two more ‘off duty’ Nurses lingered on the opposite side of the open front door. But seated at a small table, they were far too intent on their coffee and each other to take any notice.

Sonya and Paula continued their kiss – Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan sprawled back against the wall in the next cubicle along from ‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan, Senior Constable Desiree Blake, and her prostitute girlfriend, “Charlotte the Harlot’ D’Urberville.

“So much for a quiet coffee at ‘The Paragon’ huh...?”

“Miss Anderson...?”

Cassandra Hamilton was another of the local Businesswomen in Avondale Heights.

“Cassandra...” greeted Alison – leaning comfortably over the front counter, she took a moment to look the thirty-eight-year-old Sales Manageress over.

Red long-sleeved shirt.

And a black corporate ‘pencil line’ skirt with matching stockings.

Casandra also wore her usual black high heels and a black-coloured silk corporate scarf about her neck.

Tasteful jewellery and a hint of Givenchy Amirage as well...

“Senior Constable Blake...?”

Standing in the doorway, it had taken her a moment or so to realise what she’d walked into.

Cassandra had recognised the older brunette policewoman.

“Senior Constable Sullivan huh...?”

As she had the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ too.

“The party just got bigger...” observed Desiree – she offered Cassandra a guilty smile.

Hearing what Senior Constable Desiree Blake said, Detective Constable Paula Robertson suddenly broke lip contact with ‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange – the young policewoman uttered a sigh of disappointment. The kiss had been confirmation of what she was going to do, but now it was gone. And so was all her confidence...

“S-So...?”

“Cassandra’s okay...” assured Desiree, sending the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ was suspicious.

Cassandra Hamilton leased the building in which ‘The Paragon’ Cafe was located to Alison Anderson.

A predatory lesbian, the local Real Estate Agent and Sales Manageress was also a ‘regular’ at the ‘The Paragon’ – she had a particularly kinky reputation and was notorious for her passion for ‘golden showers’ and stewardess ‘pussy’ but Alison was confident that Cassandra could be trusted to say nothing about what was happening...

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” Cassandra asked, holding the door open.

“Seems we have company, Constable L’Estrange...?” Paula warned...

“Though we might have an opportunity here, don’t you think?” she asked Sonya in a whisper.

“Ladies...” greeted Cassandra.

Charlotte nodded. But she was playing ‘footsie’ under the table with Desiree.

Cassandra knew a few of the local policewomen from the ‘Women Police’ at Avondale Heights -professionally however, the Businesswoman had only ever dealt with the ‘Uniform Branch’ and tended to loathe male police officers as a result. Not that she’d ever had dealings with Sonya though.

From where she stood, Cassandra had no idea who the fresh-faced young policewoman with the burgundy-tinted hair was...?

Beside the doorway to the rear, the two Businesswomen with whom the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had been with, were enjoying another coffee – their strong black mocha laced with Scotch. They had enjoyed what Rosie had to offer but now focussed on each other and very little else.

In the shadows opposite, the Qantas stewardess was still masturbating in the darkness.

“Coffee...?” enquired Alison.

“Or maybe something a bit stronger eh...?”

Cassandra nodded.

It was obvious that Desiree had ‘cum’ - the brunette policewoman’s face was flushed and her eyes stared at Cassandra with more than a suggestion of euphoria. Charlotte too, gazed at the Businesswoman with that very same look in her eyes. Her smooth skin glistened with perspiration as she sat back in her chair.

Cassandra assumed it was another policewoman under the table.

Three months earlier, Constable Anna D’Constanzo had been convinced to do the same to her at that very same table. But the policewoman and the prostitute were just caressing each other with their toes now...

“What do we have here then...?” asked another familiar voice.

Alison had been expecting Sergeant Bernadette Woodville. The silhouette in the front doorway as no policewoman.

And, she’d half-expected wither ‘Probationary’ Constable Diana Lawson and Constable Rhonda Hamilton from the ‘Uniform Branch’ too. Maybe even Reservist Samantha McKenzie...?

However, she now recognised the two women following Cassandra into her cafe.

Yvonne Peterson was a lesbian Nursing Sister who worked at the ‘Western General Hospital’ in Footscray - ‘Cheyenne’ Sanderson was the bi-sexual owner of the nearby hairdressing boutique in Military Road. She had come for a coffee with one of her hairdressers. However, she was now kissing the Qantas stewardess.

“Seems, we’ve interrupted something...?” Cassandra announced.

“So it would fuckin’ seem...” Cheyenne agreed.

They were both ‘regulars’ at ‘The Paragon’ too and could be trusted to say nothing as well...

Yvonne hesitated. All four of the Nurses worked for her – not that it mattered.

“Miss Cheyenne...” Alison greeted.

‘Headjob Hanna’ casually lit a cigarette. Relaxed now, she was in no mood to leave yet.

“Sister Yvonne...” acknowledged Alison.

“Alison...” Yvonne replied. She wore a tight short-sleeved white nurse’s uniform dress too...

“Nothing like a little cunnilingus to get the juices flowing...?” suggested Cassandra with a suggestive smile.

The senior nurse stepped to one side.

It had taken her eyes a moment or two to become accustomed to the gloom within the cafe.

“Policewomen...?” she gasped.

Cheyenne entered behind her.

“Policewomen...” agreed Cassandra as she continued to hold the front door open.

Paula remained silent. The three women seemed focused on Sonya...

“Well, what do we ‘ave here huh...?” wondered Cheyenne.

Casandra closed the door. The atmosphere of intimacy descended on them all once again.