Chapter 5

Their lips finally parted.

For the last thirty seconds or so, it had been Rhonda and Veronica kissing.

Not that ‘The Countess’ was jealous of Rhonda and Veronica’s ongoing kiss, for her Solicitor had that effect on most women - Veronica treated most policewomen with utter contempt, yet with a kiss, she could turn them into just another ‘whore’ in uniform. Nobody spoke for a minute.

A dribble of saliva hung between Rhonda’s lower lips and that of Veronica.

‘The Countess’ sat back on the desk - she glanced at Her Solicitor.

Constable Rhonda Hamilton tugged self-consciously at the now upturned collar of her still unbuttoned white uniform shirt. She was breathing hard, struggling to regain some sort of composure after kissing ‘The Countess’ and her Solicitor...

“This is what we were looking for...?” hissed Veronica wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand,

“This young ‘Pig’ is just what we’re wanting...?” she whispered to ‘The Countess’ as she turned her attention back to the old ‘Ribald’ Magazine – Veronica reached for the magazine,

“So, I guess it’s true...?” she added.

Veronica placed the ‘Ribald’ on the bed beside ‘The Countess’...

“Isn’y it now, Constable Hamilton?”

She stabbed her finger at the open ‘Ribald’ Magazine,

.”What’s that...?” enquired Rhonda.

She now knew better than most at Avondale Heights, just how much of a predatory ‘dyke’ the Solicitor really was,

“What they say about female police officers of course...?” answered Veronica...

“What do they say about female police officers, Miss Campbell?” asked Rhonda - she had been taken aback by the kiss,. “Sluts...” the Solicitor hissed in reply. Rhonda hesitated.

Still a little dazed about what had just occurred in the small Watchousekeeper’s Office, she said nothing,

“Seems, policewomen are just ‘sluts’ in uniform...” Veronica continued, offering ‘The Countess’ a suggestive smile,

“You think I’m a slut huh...?” enquired Rhonda with a sigh.

“You think I’m a just filthy ‘slut’ in a policewoman’s white uniform shirt...?”

“Yes...” agreed the Solicitor without hesitation.

Rhonda opened her mouth to speak, but ‘The Countess’ took hold of her arm, indicating that she should say nothing...

“Well, I might be a slut...” Rhonda conceded, slowly buttoning her uniform shirt as she spoke.

“But,” she continued indignantly, “You still want to ‘cum’ all over my shirt like Sabrina did, don’t you?”

Veronica now hesitated. The young ‘General Duties’ policewoman was not quite brow beaten yet.

‘The Countess’ licked slowly at her lips...

“I might be a ‘slut’ in a policewoman’s shirt...?” added Rhonda.

“But, I’m rather particular who I ‘fuck’ too...?” she warned the Solicitor,

“So, what do you want here, Miss Veronica?” Rhonda demanded ... Truthfully though, Constable Rhonda Hamilton would’ve been quite happy if the Solicitor had taken it further,

“Miss Sandra...?”

“Well...?” prompted Rhonda, glaring at Veronica...

“We’re here to see the ‘Women Police’...?” answered ‘The Countess’ – Rgonda paused.

“Senior Constable Desiree Blake...?” the ‘Pimp’ reminded Constable Rhonda Hamilton with a reassuring smile.

Rhonda paused yet again, brushing a few loose strands of hair from her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Well, you’re not too particular who you ‘fuck’...” teased Veronica – ‘The Countess’ ushered the policewoman passed her Solicitor and out into the foyer,

“I mean, continued Veronica, “You’re sleeping with ‘Juicy Lucy’ and ‘fucking’ Sabrina too, aren’t you?”

Rhonda said nothing – she just glared impassively at Veronica as she now walked passed her and ‘The Countess’...

“Veronica...?” cautioned Sandra.

‘The Countess’ nodded towards the stairs.

“I rather think,” observed Veronica finally, “You want to ‘fuck’ me now, don’t you, Constable Hamilton?”

Rhonda bit her lip.

“Veronica...?” repeated ‘The Countess’ - letting go of the young ‘General Duties’ blonde, Sandra headed to the stairs...

“Senior Constable Blake’s waiting, Veronica?”

She had caught sight of Desiree.

Following along behind the ‘Pimp’ as they headed to the stars, the Solicitor blew Rhonda a cheeky kiss,

“You don’t always have to be the bitch, you know...?” Rhonda advised with a wry smile.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Veronica...” the young policewoman added.

Veronica began to ascend the stairs with ‘The Countess’...

“Articulate, intelligent, and sexy ... you don’t always have to be a hard bitch is all I’m saying?”

“A bitch is a bitch...” sneered the Solicitor with disdain.

Rhonda’s uniform shirt felt as if it were three sizes too small. And she was having trouble breathing.

“Amen...” agreed Senior Constable Desiree Blake as she waited at the top of the stairs.

She licked at her lips, admiring the crisp new uniform shirt that the ‘Pimp’ wore – it was a necessary ruse for whenever ‘The Countess’ came to the ‘The Heights’ to see the ‘Women Police’...

Rhonda lingered at the front of the counter.

Toying with the upturned collar of her unbuttoned white shirt, she licked slowly at her lips as she admired both ‘The Countess’ and Veronica from the rear.

So, they both knew about her and Constable Lucinda McIntyre – Sandra Avalon and her Solicitor were well versed on all the policewomen at Avondale Heights it seemed. Unsurprising perhaps, because Rhonda knew that the ‘Pimp’ turned ‘Madam’ was probably ‘fucking’ most of the ‘Slut Squad’...

“A little early for you, Senior Constable Nicholson?”

Senior Constable Desiree Blake stepped aside – she waited for Veronica to reach the top of the stairs,