It was late. I'd been arrested again. And, I'd been remanded in custody for the rest of the weekend...

"Angela... ?" a female voice called. As I looked up, my cell-door opened to reveal 'Probationary' Constable Tania Margarson 23069 - the young policewoman entering the 'Female Cells' with a warm cup of coffee for me.

"MMMM, " I sighed, smiling wickedely at the uniformed policewoman, "Thankyou, Constable Margarson!"

"I thought, you might like a coffee..." she replied. The policewoman was rostered on nightshift as the 'watchousekeeper' at the Warrnambool 'Cop Shop' - the brunette teenager had always treated me right, ever since her transfer to the 'Uniform Branch' at the Warrnambool Police Station...

"I appreciate this, Tania!" I told her. She knelt beside my bunk.

"... You're in 'TROUBLE' again, Angela?" the teenage policegirl whispered. It was not the first time I'd been 'BUSTED!'

I smiled awkwardly - I'd been 'BUSTED' in a somewhat 'compromising position' downtown. I had 'ecstasy' in my possession, to warrant a 'Trafficking' Charge! Tania brushed the hair from her eyes with the back of her hand. It was a little after midnight...

"Yes... !" I confessed. Taking the cup of coffee from her, I savoured the tempting fragrance of the policewoman's 'Tommy Girl' perfume. She toyed with the collar of her uniform blouse - the brunette policewoman's tight-fitting, uniform blouse nicely accentuating the teenager's firm, well-rounded breasts as she knelt beside me.

"Miss Tania, " I murmured, whispering to her, "I am in real 'TROUBLE' now, Policewoman!"

Slowly, she ran her fingertip along the dark-blue 'trim' of her blouse's collar lapel. Saying nothing, she watched as I took a sip from the paper cup she'd offered me. As I swallowed the mouthful of coffee, I felt her hand on my leg - the young, brunette policewoman caressing my thigh with her hand as I looked at her over the rim of my cup. There was a moment of silence. She licked her moist, sexily-pouting lips, in a rather suggestive manner and waited for me to swallow another mouthful of my drink. Uttering a muffled sigh, I handed her the empty cup and she placed it on the floor beside her...

"Maybe, we can 'CUM' to some sort of arrangement... ?" the policewoman suggested. I reached over and teased at her hardening nipple with the tip of my finger - beneath the flimsy, pale-blue fabric of her policewoman's blouse, 'Probationary' Constable Tanya Margarson wore no bra. Her skin tingled with anticipation as I teased at her nipple.

"I think, " I confessed, "I'm going to need some help, Policewoman?"

"... 'FAIRLIE' Women's Prison, " she whispered, "Is no place for a 'SLUT' like you, Angela!"

Unashamedely, I undid one of her uniform blouse's buttons. The policewoman had always been sympathetic to my plight...

"YOU DELICIOUS BITCH!" I gasped. Carefully, I undid another of her uniform blouse's buttons. Tania leaned closer. The soft polyester-cotton of her issue blouse felt soft in my fingers as I undid a third button...

"MMMM, " Tania purred, "I can almost taste you, Angela?"

"Policewomen are just such SLUTS!" I told her. Opening my thighs, I lay back comfortably on the small bunk in the 'Female Cells' and offered the teenage policewoman my moistening 'pussy' - it would not be the first time that 'Probationary' Constable Tania Margarson 23069 had accepted a little 'Policewomen's Discount!'

The policewoman uttered a soft, girlish sigh. Peeling back the flimsy polyester-cotton of her unbuttoned issue blouse, I undid the last button with a slight flourish of my wrist. Tania's finger teased at my moist labia. I'd been lying naked on the bed. And, I knew that she would've been able to see me on the CCTV monitor in the watchousekeeper's office - the 'Female Cells' at the Warrnambool Police Station being monitored by a CCTV surveillance camera. Gently, I pulled at her short-sleeved blouse...

"I'll make it worth your while, Girl?" I whispered, tugging open her unbuttoned policewoman's blouse. Tania violated my waiting 'pussy' with her finger. There was a mischievous glint in the policewoman's seductive eyes. I pulled her 'Victoria Police' blouse out from where it had been neatly tucked into her tight-fitting uniform skirt. She made no reply as I pulled the unbuttoned blouse open. The teenager wanted a piece of the action! Smiling wickedely, I ran my fingertip around the woven 'Victoria Police' shoulder patch on her shirtsleeve. Tania was only nineteen years of age. Her uniform blouse hung loose and unbuttoned from her nubile shoulders, revealing the teenage policewoman's trembling breasts underneath - Tania lowered her head between my outstretched legs and caressed my labia with the very tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes. Running my fingers through her hair, I held her face to my 'pussy' as her tongue entered me at last...

"THAT'S IT, COPPER... !" I gasped. I thrust my hips at the policewoman as her moist tongue slid effortlessly, between my cunni-lips and teased at my waiting clit. The soft pale-blue fabric of her dishevelled blouse, sent a shiver through my body as it brushed against my skin. Tania's fingertips caressed at my thigh...

"MMMM, " I groaned, barely able to speak, "MY 'PUSSY' FEELS AS IF IT'S ON FIRE!"

The policewoman pressed her lips to my 'pussy' and I felt her tongue probe deeper.

"OH, TANIA..." I heard myself gasp. A shiver passed through my body as the soft, pale-blue fabric of her dishevelled, uniform blouse brushed seductively against my skin. "WHAT DO THEY TEACH YOU "POLICESLUTS' AT THE ACADEMY?"

The small 'Female Cell' seemed to echo with the deliciously-obscene sounds of sappho sex. Tania had locked the front-door of the Warrnambool 'Cop Shop' and switched the PABX to night switch. "... 'FUCK' ME, POLICEWOMAN!"

I could feel my hips start to move in unison with her tongue. Staring at the ceiling of the darkened 'Female Cells' as the young policewoman continued to violate my vagina with her nasty tongue, I struggled to retain my composure!

It had all started the previous year. The teenage policewoman had been transferred to the Warrnambool 'Uniform Branch' after graduating from the 'Police Training Academy' at Glen Waverley. She'd been working the Warrnambool 'Divisional Van' and had arrested me on an outstanding 'Warrant of Commitment' a couple of days before. I had served the two days required of the warrant and upon my release, the young policewoman had kindly offered to drive me home. It had been almost one o'clock in the morning. And, I had no money for a taxi. The fresh-faced teenager had just finished her 'Afternoon Shift'...

"Miss, " I had whispered to her, "I don't know how to repay you, Constable?"

Tania had smiled, reassuringly. "Thankyou..."

"That's okay, Angela!" she had answered. Smiling sheepishly, I watched the young brunette intently, as she drove me home. "It's better than walking home at the time of night..." the teenage policewoman had added. She glanced at me and smiled mischievously. "... After all, we can't have you getting into any more 'TROUBLE' tonight, Angela?"

She'd pulled her car into the driveway of my nondescript 'Housing Commission' house. It had been six months since my parole from 'Fairlie' Women's Prison, and I'd returned to Warrnambool in a vain attempt to stay out of trouble. Pausing, I shifted in my seat uneasily. The young policewoman hesitated for a moment. She turned the ignition off...

"Miss?" I sighed. The small diamond pendant that she wore on a silver chain about her neck, glittered in the reflected light from outside. Tania had tied her uniform blouse 'halter-style' about her waist in a somewhat non-regulation style.

"They normally, make me walk home from the 'Cop Shop'..." I continued, almost as an afterthought...

"I could've walked home, Policewoman?"

"It's much too late for that..." she replied. Pausing, I watched her tug at the cuff of her shirtsleeve - the 'Victoria Police' patch clearly identifiable in the murky gloom. I fumbled with my handbag...

"And, " she whispered, slowly tracing the woven 'Victoria Police' patch on her shirtsleeve with her finger, "My name is Tania - Constable Tania Margarson!"

She took hold of my hand. Resting my hand on the door handle, I turned to the young brunette. Tania's unbuttoned police-shirt offered me a tempting glimpse of her firm breasts beneath - the flimsy polyester-cotton of her short-sleeved, uniform blouse accentuating her 'Fashion Model' figure as we sat together in her vehicle. I fumbled with the handle to the car-door...

"Tania?" I whispered. I looked at the plastic nametag pinned, to the front of her policewoman's issue blouse. She paused.

"I have a little 'CONFESSION' to make?" she told me. I released my grip on the door handle and offered a slight sigh...

"Constable Tania Margarson, " I whispered, "What sort of 'CONFESSION' is it?"

"I checked your 'PRIOR CONVICTIONS'..." Tania murmured, whispering seductively in my ear as she placed her hand gently, on my knee. "... You're a 'PROSTITUTE' then, Angela?"

"Yes!" I confessed. I let my handbag fall between my legs. The teenage policewoman took a long deep breath...

"Do you... ?" she asked. I let go of my handbag. I could almost taste the anticipation in her soft voice. As a 'convicted' prostitute in Melbourne's notorious 'Red Light' District, I'd often 'FUCKED' the policewoman who'd 'BUSTED' me!