Chapter 9

In more ways than one, change had come to the Victoria Police.

As a consequence of the 1977 Equal Opportunities Act, there was a newly-implemented policy of ‘Integration’ - Constable Rhonda Hamilton was proof of that, for she had successfully applied for a vacancy at the Avondale Heights ‘Uniform Branch’ to work ‘General Duties’ rather than remain at the Russell Street ‘Women Police’ Division.

And, the new uniform was all part of this change – it represented a fresh corporate image for the Victoria Police, with its’ short-sleeved policewoman’s pale-blue uniform shirt and trim dark-blue skirt. The chequered band on both the female uniform hat and male uniform cap had been the precursor.

But, whether they liked it or not, some things remained the same...

Bernadette looked up.

She’d heard the front door to the Avondale Heights Police Station open a few minutes before.

And, she’d heard voices downstairs too.

But, with Sergeant Chris Matthews and Sergeant Barry McKnight working down in the ‘Uniform Branch’ together, the ‘Officer in Charge’ of the ‘Women Police’ was content to remain comfortably ensconced upstairs and away from the two chauvinistic policemen.

Bernadette had taken the call from Rhonda.

And now, she listened to the approaching footsteps on the stairs outside the door to the ‘Women Police’ Office – on the far side of the room, Senior Constable Desiree Blake and Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan sat together with their backs to the large panoramic window that offered a vista of Avondale Heights. The curtains were closed. Rosie sat back comfortably on the desk that she shared with Desiree.

It was still warm. Thirty degrees Celsius in the office as there was no air conditioning, so the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ had once again knotted her new pale-blue uniform shirt ‘halter style’ about her slender waist in a most non-regulation fashion as she waited for Hanna.

Desiree sat in her chair by the desk. Her short-sleeved new p[ale-blue uniform shirt hung loose and unbuttoned – both Desiree and Rosie, along with Bernadette, had not bothered with a bra. All three policewomen wore the older navy-blue uniform skirt as they were still awaiting the tailor to finish their new uniforms. And, by the way that she was seated on her chair, it was obvious that Desiree wasn’t wearing panties like Rosie and Bernadette. They all wore non-regulation stockings rather than the issue pantyhose for convenience...

“You sure about this, Sarge...?” wondered Constable ‘Juicy Lucy’ McIntyre.

She sat in the corner with Constable Rhonda Hamilton.

‘Juicy Lucy’ had also knotted her new pale-blue uniform shirt like Rosie.

And like the rest of the policewomen, had not bothered with a bra or panties.

Rhonda’s shirt was unbuttoned like that of Bernadette and Desiree – she wore no panties too.

But, her girlfriend had torn the moist gusset of her pantyhose open and was now contentedly ‘fingering’ her...

“Here goes nothing...?” Bernadette warned her two subordinates.

The door to the ‘Women Police’ Office was slightly ajar – there was a gentle ‘knock’ and it opened slowly to reveal ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange,

“Sergeant Woodville...?” the ‘trainee’ policewoman called.

She’d not said a thing to Hanna as they’d climbed the stairs.

Bernadette sat back in her chair and nodded at Sonya...

“Constable L’Estrange...” the older policewoman acknowledged with a sigh.

Holding the door for Hanna, Sonya ushered the former policewoman into the ‘Women Police’ Office...

“Hanna...” Bernadette greeted.

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange lingered by the door. She wasn’t quite sure if she should stay or not...?

“I wasn’t really sure if you’d come...?” confessed Bernadette after a moment’s hesitation.

“I said I would...” Hanna replied, glancing back at Sonya...

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it...?” Bernadette observed, sensing Hanna’s interest in Sonya.

“We still on for tonight, Sonya...?” the former policewoman asked. Sonya nodded...

“So, you’re going to ‘fuck’ Constable L’Estrange huh...?” queried Bernadette.

Sonya blushed,

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, should I now, Hanna?” Bernadette continued,

“Make yourself at home...?” suggested Bernadette.

The telephone call earlier had been quite unexpected.

She’d not seen Hanna Monaghan for almost three years.

Sonya turned to leave.

“Thank you...” said Hanna.

‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange paused for a moment.

“Constable L’Estrange...?” queried Bernadette. The ‘trainee’ policewoman hesitated...

“I’ve asked Sonya out for ‘drinks’ tonight, Bernadette...” explained Hanna.

“Really...?” responded the older policewoman, shaking her head.

Bernadette had suspected the young ‘trainee’ might be bisexual.

Red-faced, Sonya did not know what to say...?

“She looks rather delicious in the new uniform, doesn’t she...?” teased Hanna.

“But...?” protested the ‘trainee’ policewoman.

Whilst, Hanna Monaghan had asked her out after work, she’d not actually agreed to go.

Or she thought,

“You don’t waste time, do you...?” Bernadette interrupted. Hanna shrugged.

“What would ‘Killer’ Caldwell say, Sonya...?” the older policewoman asked.

“Sarge...?” Sonya exclaimed.

Hanna entered the ‘Women Police’ Office...

“I mean,” sighed Bernadette with a wry smile, “Aren’t you in enough trouble already?”

“S-Sarge...” protested the embarrassed ‘trainee’ policewoman.

“You won’t say anything, will you...?” she asked Bernadette.

“N-No...” the older policewoman confirmed.

“So, you like ‘pussy’ huh...?” queried Rosie – Sonya nodded.

“That should surprise me, you know, Constable L’Estrange...” conceded the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’ - ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange leant against the door,

“Constable L’Estrange?” enquired Desiree – she lifted the hem of her uniform skirt so that the ‘trainee’ could better see her moist ‘pussy’ as they spoke...

“You do know, Hanna’s going to ‘fuck’ you...?”

“Y-Yes...” confessed Sonya.

Raising her hand, Bernadette beckoned ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange to join them,

“Just for a moment, Sonya...?”

The ‘trainee’ hesitated again for a moment.

She felt uneasy again.

Once more, her sexuality was no longer her own personal business.

And, the Watchouse downstairs was now unmanned.

Bernadette however, would not take ‘No’ for an answer...

“So, you want to do Sonya now, Hanna...?” she asked the former policewoman as Hanna sat down.

.Hanna Monaghan had once been Bernadette’s girlfriend so, she wasn’t that surprised that the former policewoman had designs on the attractive young ‘trainee’ policewoman.

Sonya stepped into the room - she closed the door a little,

“I should’ve known...?” Bernadette teased.

The ‘trainee’ policewoman entered the ‘Women Police’ Office...

“I think you better know who Hanna is, Constable L’Estrange...?”

Hanna remained silent – she wore a knotted short-sleeved white shirt and a dark-coloured miniskirt.

Around her neck, she wore a silk scarf and a necklace to which was attached a diamond pendant...

“Sarge...?” queried Sonya. Sergeant Bernadette Woodville took a long deep breath.

“Senior Constable Hanna Monaghan used to work with me at Russell Street, you see?” she explained...

“Russell Street ‘Women Police’ Division, Constable L’Estrange - some years ago, I should add, Sonya?”

“She told me downstairs, Bernadette...” replied Sonya – she sat on the edge of Bernadette’s desk.

The door was still open for she needed to listen for any telephone calls or somebody coming through the front door,

“But, did she tell you why she’s no longer a policewoman?” asked Bernadette. Sonya shook her head,

“N-No...?” replied the ‘trainee’ policewoman.

Hanna turned and smiled suggestively at Sonya.

She still remembered how ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange had reacted a little earlier when she’d brazenly fondled the twenty-two-year-old’s shirt-covered breasts back downstairs...

“Well, Constable Hanna Monaghan was caught ‘moonlighting’ as a prostitute, if you should know?”

Sonya’s responded with a gasp.

Hanna licked slowly at her lips.

The open-mouthed ‘trainee’ wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her new pale-blue uniform shirt, and Hanna could see that her nipples were still hard and erect...

“She’s been in ‘Fairlie’ Women’s Prison too?”

Bernadette pushed her paperwork to one side, well aware of the discomfort Sonya was now experiencing. Hanna had once had the same effect on her...

“Hanna Monaghan’s a prostitute, Constable L’Estrange...?”

The ‘disgraced’ former policewoman had been caught working in the notorious ‘Gaslight’ Massage Parlour in South Melbourne. It had been a scandal.

Sonya had once read all about ‘Headjob Hanna’ Monaghan in the ‘Truth’ Newspaper...

“I think,” suggested Hanna, “Sonya’s rather turned on by that now, Bernadette, don’t you?”

“Lesbianism is still illegal, Constable L’Estrange...?” cautioned Bernadette.

“You know that, don’t you...?”

“S-Sarge...?”

Both the ‘trainee’ policewoman and ‘Headjob Hanna’ understood the implied threat in the older policewoman’s words.

Sonya was a police officer. She may have had a reputation as a ‘slut’ but ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange was ‘off limits’ to the prostitute for now. She knew it. And so did Hanna,

“Maybe another time perhaps, mon cherie...?” muttered the prostitute.

Sonya nodded. She watched Rhonda being ‘fingered’ by her girlfriend and sighed.

Desiree was masturbating. And so too was the former ‘Miss Victoria Police’...

“So, I think you better leave us for now...?” Bernadette suggested with a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure you have work to do back downstairs now, don’t you, Constable L’Estrange?”

Sonya nodded without uttering a word – she’d been dismissed.

Turning to Bernadette, the ‘disgraced’ former policewoman acknowledged what had been said with a knowing smile.

Sergeant Bernadette Woodville was claiming ‘Trainee’ Constable Sonya L’Estrange for herself, even if the red-faced young ‘trainee’ had not yet realised it for herself.

Sonya left the office. She felt a little relieved nonetheless...

“Now, what can I do for you...?” Bernadette asked Hanna – Sonya closed the door behind her,

“What’s this all about Hanna...?”

Hanna waited until the ‘trainee’ policewoman had returned downstairs,

“Tranh Le Duong...?” she finally answered. The smile disappeared from Bernadette’s face.

Better known as ‘The Angel’ within the Victoria Police, the Vietnamese-born ‘Stripper’ had been working for a while at ‘The Wild Cherries’ Massage Parlour before shifting to the ‘Fantasia’ in Moonee Ponds,

“The name mean anything to you, Sarge?” Hanna asked, knowing full well that it did.

Sergeant Bernadette Woodville had been looking for ‘The Angel’ for a month.

She’d charged Tranh Le Duong for possession of cocaine earlier in the year.

However, the prostitute turned ‘Drug Dealer’ had failed to appear at court earlier and there was an outstanding ‘warrant of Apprehension’ out for her,

“And...?” snapped Bernadette impatiently.

Tranh Le Duong had been living with another prostitute in nearby Maribyrnong...

“I’ve come to help sort things out, Bernadette?” Hanna replied.

Bernadette leaned forward.

“How...?” she asked.

As far as she knew, ‘The Angel’ had fled to Sydney with her ‘Pimp’...

“She’s back in Melbourne, Bernadette...” explained Hanna – she stood up,

“I thought you should know...?”

Constable Rhonda Hamilton knew both prostitutes. She’d dealt with them as a ‘trainee’ back at Russell Street.

And, so did Constable Anna D’Constanzo and Constable ‘Juicy Lucy’ McIntyre, for they had confirmed ‘The Angel’ had left Melbourne...

“And, she is only too well aware that you’re looking for her, you see?” Hanna continued.

She carefully positioned herself between Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan and Senior Constable Desiree Blake,

“So, that’s why I’m here,” then explained Hanna, “To negotiate some sort of settlement with you, Sarge?”

Hanna knew that the prostitutes from ‘The Wild Cherries’ had been offering ‘policewomen’s discount’ to the Avondale Heights ‘Women Police’ Division, and probably the ‘Uniform Branch’ too. She had ‘sex’ with them too on occasion.

However, this was something quite different,

“S-So...?” prompted Bernadette.

The former policewoman reached out with both hands...

“Are you expecting anybody else at this late hour, Sergeant Woodville?”

Bernadette shook her head.

“So, we’re all alone up here then, Bernadette...?”

“Yes...” Bernadette answered, sitting back in her chair again.

“Well, I need a favour...?” continued Hanna.

She began to ‘finger’ Senior Constable Desiree Blake...

“And, it involves a certain Tranh Le Duong too...?” Hanna admitted.

“That I already assumed, Hanna...” interrupted Bernadette with a knowing grin.

“You are nothing if not perceptive, Sergeant Woodville – I hope we can sort this out?”

Hanna now began to ‘finger’ Senior Constable Rosie Sullivan as well...

“Where are you working now, Hanna...?” wondered Bernadette.

The notorious ‘Gaslight’ no longer existed and Kath Pettingill was in ‘Fairlie’ Women’s Prison...

“I think,” suggested the prostitute, “That we should keep this private for now, Bernadette, don’t you?”

“Hanna...?” prompted Bernadette.

Constable Rhonda Hamilton had confirmed that ‘The Angel’ had been working at the ‘Fantasia’ in Moonee Ponds, so the ‘General Duties’ policewoman now wondered if ‘Headjob Hanna’ worked there too...?