Chapter 23

Sonya stood up.

Saying nothing, she carefully adjusted her uniform skirt.

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange smiled – the twenty-two-year-old relieved that both Senior Constable Desiree Blake and Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan appeared indifferent to what she was doing with Detective Constable Paula Robertson...

“Seems, the back room’s occupied at the moment...” Paula told the Hairdresser.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private?” she then suggested to Cheyenne and Yvonne – Cassandra had returned to the counter where Alison continued to watch the ‘Undercover Police’ and Sonya,

“You’re her ‘Pimp’ huh...?”

“Is that a problem...?” responded Paula.

‘Cheyenne’ Sanderson shook her head...

“How much did you say...?” enquired Sister Yvonne Peterson.

The lesbian Nursing Sister from the ‘Western General Hospital’ in Footscray, took hold of Cheyenne’s arm – her short-sleeved white nurse’s uniform dress was seductively unzipped – her suntanned skin contrasting with the crisp white fabric as she rested her cheek on her hairdresser’s shoulder.

The senior nurse’s heartbeat was racing.

It had only been a day since she’d been summarily expelled from the cloistered confines of the ‘Nurses Home’ and had another woman for almost two weeks whilst working the Nightshift in ‘Casualty’ - Cheyenne had accepted an offer of a coffee and chat with the nurse, though neither had expected to be offered some ‘pussy’ at the cafe.

“Fifty dollars...?” confirmed Paula.

Both women knew she was a policewoman now,

“But, you’re a cop, aren’t you?” queried Cheyenne.

She was now just as excited as Yvonne – the Hairdresser experiencing an adrenalin-driven feeling of anticipation. She could see both Senior Constable Desiree Blake and her prostitute girlfriend, “Charlotte the Harlot’ D’Urberville, over the young red-haired policewoman’s shoulder. And for the first time, realized that all three female ‘Pigs’ were in the new pale-blue uniform shirt rather than the older white one,

“S-So...?”

“A hundred dollars if you both want her?” replied Paula,

“Five hundred dollars for the night and you can take her home with you?” she added, reaching down to retrieve her handcuffs from where she wore them looped about her belt with her ‘Victoria Police’ badge,

“I can’t be any more fairer than that, can I...?” She whispered to the Hairdresser.

Catching the young policewoman by surprise, Paula handcuffed Sonya to Cheyenne. Sonya responded with a startled gasp.

But she did nothing to stop Paula - Cheyenne groaned.

Desiree uttered a muffled sigh of her own. But she was far too preoccupied with kissing ‘Headjob Hanna’ again to notice what was happening – Charlotte and Sabrina were kissing beside her, and the former ‘Miss Victoria Police; kissing the Somalian waitress at the next table,

“I don’t think Alison’s going to say anything...?” observed Paula.

Detective Constable Paula Robertson was confident that the kinky proprietor of ‘The Paragon’ Café was not about to interfere.

Snatching her white shirt from the chair, she ushered Sonya through the open doorway that led out back. Yvonne and Cheyenne followed.

‘Probationary’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange struggled against the handcuffs.

It was no secret that Alison Anderson was also selling alcohol and a little cocaine in the ‘Paragon’ Cafe, and both the Avondale Heights ‘Women Police’ Division and ‘Uniform Branch’ had turned a ‘blind eye’ to the former ‘disgraced’ policewoman’s business, for she was also supplying information as a registered ‘informant’...

“My name’s ‘Cheyenne’...” whispered the Hairdresser,

“Miss ‘Cheyenne’ Sanderson that is. And, this is Sister Yvonne Peterson if you’re wondering?”

Back at the main counter, Alison now sat on a stool by the cash register, leaning forward. She stared in disbelief.

She had wanted to telephone Sergeant Bernadette Woodville again, but she’d been talked out of it by Cassandra Hamilton...

“You’re a police officer...?” queried Cheyenne again,

“Detective Constable Robertson...” Paula replied. She had no fear of admitting that she was a police officer now.

“Well, your business is your business, I guess?” was Cheyenne’s response – she shook her head with disbelief at the thought of a female Detective as a lesbian ‘Pimp’ but had no reservations about what she was doing,

“Detective Robertson...” she acknowledged.

Cheyenne now saw that her young Hairdresser had left with the Qantas Stewardess.

“Paula...” the ‘Undercover Policewoman’ then corrected,

“This is Constable Sonya L’Estrange...” Paula added.

“She’s cute...” whispered Cheyenne - Paula now ignored the older Nurse with the Hairdresser.

“I think...?” the undercover policewoman suggested, taking hold of Cheyenne’s hand...

“She needs to be taught a fuckin’ lesson, don’t you, Cheyenne?” she advised in a whisper.

“But, she’s a policewoman...?” said Cheyenne – Yvonne remained silent, the Nurse slowly at her lips.

“She’s no fuckin’ policewoman, Cheyenne...” Paula hissed.

Yvonne released her hold on the kinky hairdresser’s arm...

“She’s just a prostitute in a policewoman’s shirt, that’s all...?” Paula insisted,

“And,” suggested Paula, “She needs a good ‘fuck’ too?”

“Mmmm...?”

“Seems, Constable L’Estrange has been naughty?” responded Cheyenne – they were now out in the back alleyway,