Chapter 4

It was still early.

Senior Constable Desiree Blake sat with her back to the window – the panoramic view of Avondale Heights shrouded with the morning mist as it had been a warm night.

Her uniform shirt was unbuttoned. And the collar upturned as she stared at the door in thought.

Alone in the small ‘Women Police’ Office, Desiree pondered on what she’d just witnessed outside...?

Situated at the corner of Milleara Road, Holden Avenue, and Military Road, the Avondale Heights Police Station and District Headquarters had a separate car park for those working there - located off Milleara Road as it swung to the North from Military Road, she had just parked her car by the back fence.

Desiree had been sitting in her car when she’d seen ‘Trainee’ Constable Diana Lawson kissing Reservist Samantha McKenzie. But, they’d not seen her.

That had been a surprise for Desiree. She knew Reservist Samantha McKenzie was lesbian. That was no secret.

But, she’d had no idea that the ‘trainee’ was a lesbian...?

Samantha had been wearing a knotted pale-blue new policewoman’s shirt and a faded pair of ‘Nike’ running shorts.

And, the ‘trainee’ policewoman’s uniform shirt had been knotted ‘halter style’ like that of Samantha – both had appeared to be barefoot as they kissed tenderly in the gateway that led to the police station.

But what had really caught her eye, was Sabrina Morgan’s unexpected appearance...?

She had not expected the prostitute to come through from the police station.

Sabrina had joined Samantha and Diana – it seemed to Desiree that the ‘trainee’ had introduced Sabrina to Samantha, before they’d all driven off together in the prostitute’s Holden ‘Cortina’ coupe.

Constable Rhonda Harrison had said nothing. She was the Watchousekeeper.

Senior Constable Desiree Blake had thought it prudent not to ask.

Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnstone and ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange had not yet returned to ‘The Heights’ - that at least, was something, for she doubted the arrogant self-centred policeman would have let the prostitute leave ‘The Heights’ without making some fuss...

It had been an interesting week at the ‘Women Police’ – the sight of a prostitute with Samantha and Diana, the culmination of all that had happened to the Avondale Heights ‘Women Police’ in the last three days, or so it now seemed to Desiree. She had paperwork to do. But, she was reticent to start anything as she sat lone in the ‘Women Police’ Office for her mind was far too focussed on what she had seen earlier.

There were a series of flickering scented candles along the window.

And a large vase of freshly-cut roses added to the fragrance - her crisp white uniform shirt clung to her moist skin. It seemed surreal. Desiree could scarcely believe what had occurred in less than a fortnight at Avondale Heights...?

Constable Anna D’Constanzo’s girlfriend. Carolina D’Agostino had paid to have sex with Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan. Not that it had really been much of a surprise. She had a taste for police ‘cunt’ that Anna was only to willing to encourage, despite what she might say to the contrary.

The vivacious Italian-born Manageress of the ‘Airport West’ Shopping Centre had also recently ‘slept’ with both Constable Rhonda Hamilton and her girlfriend, Constable ‘Juicy Lucy’ McIntyre, or so it had been rumoured.

She was intent on ‘fucking’ every policewoman at ‘The Heights’ - Caroline had already ‘fucked’ Sergeant Bernadette Woodville and most of the ‘Women Police’ this year, including Senior Constable Desiree Blake, so she could not have cared less.

But, it had also been suggested that Rhonda and ‘Juicy Lucy’ had intervened on behalf of Sabrina a few days earlier, so was that why the prostitute had been at the Avondale Heights Police Station this morning...?

Desiree smiled to herself - she tugged at the sleeve of her uniform shirt and sighed.

And what of the rumours that she was now offering all the policewomen at ‘The Heights’ sex...?

Closing her eyes, Desiree licked slowly at her quivering lips with the very tip of her tongue.

And what of Sergeant Bernadette Woodville...?

She knew of Bernadette’s recent ‘indiscretions’ with both ‘The Countess’ and the new ‘Divisional Inspector - Inspector Jennifer Cartwright and Sandra ‘The Countess’ Avalon might not be too happy if they knew about ‘Trainee’ Constable Diana Lawson, Reservist Samantha McKenzie and Sabrina Morgan...?

Her white uniform shirt was now unbuttoned to her waist.

She uttered another muffled sigh.

Desiree tugged at the collar of her shirt, slowly running her fingertips along the distinctive dark-blue ‘trim’ – it was still well before seven o’clock, but the temperature in the ‘Women Police’ Office hovered about the thirty degree Celsius mark as she pondered on what she had seen...?

She was sharing her bed with a prostitute too. She had left Cheyenne asleep at home.

Rhonda had said nothing to Desiree earlier – she had barely even acknowledged her before...?

Constable ‘Juicy Lucy’ McIntyre was on Leave. She had been gone almost a week.

So, Desiree assumed the ‘General Duties’ policewoman was missing her girlfriend.

Sergeant Bernadette Woodville would be still another hour or so. She wasn’t due until nine.

However, both Constable Anna D’Agostino and Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan would be coming through the door soon – Rosie having just spent the night with Anna and Caroline after being bought and paid for by the kinky Businesswoman.

All that Desiree had to really worry about was ‘The Black Widow’ – not that Inspector Jennifer Cartwright was likely to come to the ‘Women Police’ Office this early.

That was Desiree’s hope anyway.

The front door to the Avondale Heights Police Station opened.

Desiree opened her eyes - downstairs, Constable Rhonda Hamilton heard the door open.

There was still no sign of ‘Johnno’ or Sonya. Nor had she seen the ‘Duty Officer’...?

Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Rhonda hadn’t heard a car pull up out front in Holden Avenue.

She had however, unlocked the door after Diana and the prostitute had left via the back door...

“Who could this be...?”

Seated on the desk in the Watchousekeeper’s Office, Rhonda had been waiting on the Morning Shift.

With luck, she would be able to get away without having to deal with Senior Constable ‘Johnno’ Johnstone again – she had begged off joining Sabrina and the other two policewomen for the morning, for she had felt guilty over having ‘sex’ with the prostitute with ‘Juicy Lucy’ away. They had teased her for that.

Rhonda also really didn’t want to have to face ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange either.

Senior Constable Desiree Blake was still upstairs in the ‘Women Police’ Office.

Rhonda though, had all but forgotten about her as she slid from the desk and stood up.

Behind her on the desk, still lay the old ‘Ribald’ Magazine.

She moved to the doorway into the foyer...

“Miss Sandra Avalon...?”

‘The Countess’ stood in the front doorway,

“Miss S-Sandra...?” Rhonda gasped.

Along with ‘The Countess’ was Veronica Campbell. That in itself was concern enough.

Veronica was a troublesome local solicitor. She ran the local Western Suburbs Legal Centre in Keilor.

The thirty-year-old Anglo-Indian held an utter contempt for the Victoria Police.

And, she’d also demonstrated almost complete disdain for female police officers like Rhonda...

“But...?”

‘The Countess’ wore the uniform of a policewoman – the Solicitor in her usual red long-sleeved shirt and black ‘pencil line’ skirt with matching stockings and boots. But, it was Sandra’s uniform that Rhonda focussed on.

And though, it was not the first time that ‘Pimp’ had ever come to ‘The Heights’ masquerading as a policewoman, ‘The Countess’ had taken Constable Rhonda Hamilton by surprise,

“H_Hello there...?” she greeted.

Rhonda now stood at the front counter.

“What are you doing here, Miss Sandra?”

‘The Countess’ stepped inside – her Solicitor lingered in the doorway a moment longer.

“I mean, there’s really nobody here at the moment but me, Miss Sandra...?” Rhonda added.

Sandra walked to where Rhonda stood by the counter.

Veronica followed, pausing only long enough to close the front door again – she locked it.

“What can I do for you this morning, Miss Sandra...?” Rhonda asked.

‘The Countess’ took a moment to look the wide-eyed young policewoman over with an approving eye.

“Constable Rhonda Hamilton...” the blonde policewoman added, for she’d really had little to do with the ‘Pimp’...

“How can I help you this morning, Miss Sandra?”

‘The Countess’ caught sight of the ‘Ribald’ magazine on the desk.

She wore the new short-sleeved policewoman’s pale-blue uniform shirt – she also wore the newer dark-blue skirt with flesh-coloured stockings and black ‘pumps’ and carried an issue handbag...

“So, you’re the ‘slut’ who telephone last night, Constable Hamilton...?”

It was Veronica speaking – the Solicitor joining ‘The Countess’ and Rhonda at the counter.