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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Bad Girl in Uniform (FF, rp, police) by Constable Laura DeLahuntey (constable_laura69@yahoo.com) *** An investigation turns intimate for the Avondale Heights Women Police Division - Senior Constable Rhonda McIntyre is busted in a rather compromising position by the woman she is investigating for rape! *** THE AVONDALE HEIGHTS 'WOMEN POLICE' DIVISION The blonde policewoman hesitated. Pausing in the doorway, she turned and looked back along the darkened corridor. There had been a complaint made to the 'Women Police' Division at Avondale Heights - Senior Constable Rhonda McIntyre had been called to the 'Centre Management' Office of the Westfield Shopping Centre at Airport West. Rostered with Sergeant Bernadette Woods, they had been called in to investigate the 'Indecent Assault' of a salesgirl in the Female Toilets. Rhonda had left the 'Officer in Charge' of the 'Women Police' Division at the 'Centre Management' Office. She felt sure that it was all a waste of time. Rhonda had been stationed at the Avondale Heights 'Women Police' ever since her graduation from the 'Police Training Academy' at Glen Waverley. Prior to the 'Equal Opportunities Act' 1978, the separate 'seniority list' for policewomen had allowed the blonde policewoman to gain promotion a little quicker then her male colleagues in the 'Uniform Branch' downstairs. She tightened her grip on the door handle. She was confident that it had all been a mistake - from what the Westfield manageress had told Bernadette, it appeared that a salesgirl had been caught in a compromising position. Lesbianism was still a little taboo. The salesgirl had cried 'RAPE!' And, the blonde policewoman had grown a little tired of the 'FLIRTING' between the Sarge and the Westfield manageress - Rhonda would check out the Ladies Toilets and leave them to get better acquainted in the privacy of the 'Centre Management' Office. Rhonda shook her head slowly. She opened the door into the 'LADIES' and entered the darkened toilets. It was getting late. Saturday Trading meant that the Westfield Shopping Centre would close a little after noon. It was almost one o'clock already, and the shopping centre almost deserted. The policewoman closed the door behind her. The toilets had just been cleaned and the room smelled heavily of disinfectant. The floor had been polished. Rhonda looked at herself in the mirror. Tugging at the cuff of her uniform blouse's shirtsleeve, she took a moment to admire her new senior constable's stripes on each sleeve. She turned. She was all alone. Slipping her regulation handbag from her shoulder, she retrieved a police radio that she'd been issued. She still wore the 'old-style' policewoman's skirt. Navy-blue and tight-fitting, the trim uniform skirt had no belt. Rhonda still needed her issue handbag to carry her handcuffs, baton and 'Victoria Police' notebook. Although they were on issue, the uniformed policewomen of the Women Police rarely carried their tiny .25 calibre Brownings. "MMMM," Rhonda sighed, toying with the collar of her blouse, "THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME!" Slowly, she ran her fingertip along the dark-blue trim of her collar lapel. Her tight-fitting issue blouse accentuated the policewoman's firm breasts. Rhonda was tall. She'd unofficially shortened her policewoman's skirt, to a much more fashionable length, well above the knee. "I THINK THAT BITCH AT CENTRE MANAGEMENT IS MORE INTERESTED IN FUCKING THE SARGE?" the blonde police girl told herself. She felt a little guilty. Looking at her reflection in the mirror once again, she knew that it was jealousy. Her uniform skirt complimented her shapely legs. And, she'd been 'FLIRTING' with Sergeant Bernadette WOODS for almost eighteen months. "THE SARGE IS MINE!" she reassured herself. Smiling wickedly, she leaned over the wash basin and took a close look at herself in the mirror. Unbuttoning her uniform blouse seductively, she took a small bottle of perfume from her police-issue handbag. Beneath the flimsy white fabric of her uniform blouse, Rhonda could feel her skin tingling. Licking her sexily- pouting lips in a suggestive manner, she sprinkled a little more of the perfume about her slender neck - smearing a little of the tempting fragrance over the soft polyester-cotton of her blouse as she pondered an 'affair' with the 'Officer in Charge' of her Women Police Division. "RHONDA!" called the Sarge - the blonde policewoman hesitated. Bernadette was calling her over the police radio. As she stood talking with the Westfield Manageress, the woman had seen a suspect walk passed the Centre Management Office on her way to the Ladies. "WE'VE JUST SEEN A WOMAN WHO MATCHES THE DESCRIPTION, RHONDA!" Bernadette continued. "SHE'S HEADING TO THE 'FEMALE TOILETS' NOW!" Rhonda glanced at the door. She could hear the footsteps echo down the darkened corridor outside. She grabbed the police radio and lifted it to her mouth.. "OKAY SARGE!" she acknowledged. It was too late. She would have to hide in one of the toilet cubicles. "I'LL KEEP AN EYE ON HER FROM ONE OF THE CUBICLES!" "ROGER!" the Sarge answered. There was not enough evidence to make an arrest. The salesgirl had made herself scarce and the policewomen were yet to obtain a statement to clarify what had happened. Grabbing her handbag, she turned on her hi-heels. Rhonda wore a pair of non-regulation pumps instead of the usual lace-up 'orthopedic' shoes on issue to uniformed policewoman. As the footsteps got closer, the policewoman sought sanctuary... "I'M GOING TO SWITCH THIS RADIO OFF FOR THE TIME BEING, SARGE!" Rhonda told the Sarge - she closed the door of her toilet cubicle and waited for the 'suspect' to appear. "I'LL GET THE 'DIVVY VAN' OVER HERE, RHONDA!" Bernadette replied. The manageress leaned over the counter that separated her from the brunette policewoman. "SERGEANT," she murmured, whispering to Bernadette as the 'Officer in Charge' placed the portable radio on top of the counter. Taking gentle hold of the older policewoman's arm, the Westfield manageress pulled Bernadette closer. "PLEASE," protested the Sarge half-heartedly, "I'M A POLICEWOMAN, MISS?" "THIS IS SO EXCITING!" the manageress confessed. Bernadette hesitated for a moment. She savoured the alluring fragrance of the businesswoman's perfume. "BUT..." the policewoman gasped. "I'M IN UNIFORM AND ON DUTY?" "THIS IS MAKING ME HORNY, SERGEANT!" the woman purred. Slowly, she ran the tip of her moist tongue along the dark-blue 'trim' of Bernadette's collar lapel. "MY UNIFORM SHIRT?" Bernadette sighed. The Westfield manageress had smeared a little of her lipstick over the collar of the policewoman's uniform blouse. The woman tightened her grip on Bernadette's arm - the flimsy polyester-cotton of the policewoman's uniform blouse soft in her fingertips "YOUR COLLEAGUE CAN DEAL WITH THE INVESTIGATION FOR NOW?" Rhonda lifted her feet from the floor. The blonde policewoman hid in the nearest cubicle - the door only slightly ajar. Her issue handbag hung from the coat-hook on the back of the door. And, her pair of handcuffs hanging conveniently, from the waistline of her uniform skirt. She listened as the door to the 'LADIES' opened. Rhonda sat back on the toilet seat and made no sound. "SO," she thought, peering out at the woman, "THAT'S THE BITCH?" The 'suspect' stood in the doorway - it was gloomy in the Female Toilets and for a moment or so, the alleged RAPIST was framed by the light from the corridor outside. Tall and blonde, like the watching policewoman, the suspect stood in the doorway and checked the darkened toilets, unaware that she was being spied upon by a uniformed policewoman. The blonde policewoman held her breath. She didn't want to scare the woman away. As if on cue, the 'suspect' stepped into the LADIES and closed the door behind her. She walked across to where Rhonda had stood at the wash basin - the small bottle of 'Chanteuse' still sat on the shelf above the wash basin. And, the alluring fragrance of Rhonda's perfume could still be smelt in the still air of the Female Toilets. Unbuttoning the sleeveless shirt that she wore, the woman picked up the bottle of perfume and looked at it in silence. Looking into the mirror, she checked the toilet cubicles behind her. Several of the doors were closed and there was no sign of anybody else in the toilets. As the policewoman watched from her hidden vantage point, the woman used a little of her 'Chanteuse' and then placed the bottle back where she had found it. The woman undid the last button of her shirt and pulled it out from where it had been tucked into her 'Faberge' jeans. She let the unbuttoned shirt hang loose and unbuttoned - the woman unaware that her 'Fashion Model 'figure was being admired by a policewoman. "MMMM," Rhonda murmured, whispering to herself as she watched the woman unzip her denim jeans, "YOU DELICIOUS BITCH!" The woman turned. Fumbling with her tight-fitting jeans, she leaned back against the wash basin. "WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?" The last thing, that senior Constable Rhonda McIntyre had expected, was to be watching the 'suspect' undress. The woman took her jeans off, revealing that she wore no panties underneath. The policewoman gripped the toilet on which she sat, even tighter - the woman's 'pussy' was shaved smooth! Meanwhile, in the nearby 'Centre Management' Office, Sergeant Bernadette WOODS released her hold on the telephone handset. She'd called the Avondale Heights Police Station from the managress' office... "YOU BITCH!" she groaned - it had been difficult speaking to Senior Sergeant Geoffrey RYAN on the telephone as the Westfield Managress performed cunnilingus on her. Kneeling between the dark-haired policewoman's outstretched legs, the manageress tongued at Bernadette's moist vulva as if she were some prostitute. Pressing her mouth to the older policewoman's labia, the businesswoman slid her tongue between Bernadette's 'pussy-lips' and violated her vagina. Whilst, the 'Victoria Police' had always tolerated lesbianism, the managress was actually committing 'Gross Indecency' on the 'Officer in Charge' of the Avondale heights 'Women Police' Division - cunnilingus and fellatio was still illegal under the provisions of the Victorian 'Crimes Act' 1956. Suddenly, Rhonda was aware of the footsteps outside - they were no longer alone on the Female Toilets. The policewoman brushed the hair from her eyes with her fingertips. She still wore her policewoman' 'hat' as she sat alone, in the toilet cubicle. Her metal 'Victoria Police' cap badge glittered in the reflected light from outside as the door to the 'LADIES' opened. "HELLO THERE?" the policewoman sighed. It was the salesgirl. Diana HAMILTON worked at the 'K MART' Department Store - the salesgirl's short-sleeved uniform dress clearly identifiable in the murky gloom of the Female Toilets. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, THEN?" "YOU'RE HERE?" Diana whispered. She closed the door behind her. The Westfield Shopping Centre had all but 'closed' for the weekend. The cleaners had finished their work. And, the salesgirl and her alleged 'RAPIST' were all alone. "YOU CAME?" the 'suspect' replied. She wore nothing but her unbuttoned sleeveless shirt. Angelique was a 'SHOPLIFTER!' She'd been caught by the salesgirl, stealing lingerie from the 'K MART' Store. She was a 'convicted' prostitute and was on parole from 'Fairlie 'Women's Prison. "FUCKING 'COPPERS' WERE SNIFFING ABOUT THE 'CENTRE' EARLIER!" The salesgirl nodded. Self-consciously, she slowly unzipped her polyester-viscose uniform dress. Angelique had made her a kinky offer. And, they'd been caught by a security woman in the Ladies Loo. "I'M SORRY!" Diana whispered. As if to emphasis how badly she felt about making an allegation of 'Indecent Assault' against the woman, she pulled open her unzipped dress. "I NEED MY JOB, ANGELIQUE - I HAD TO SAY SOMETHING?" Unzipped to her waist, the salesgirl's uniform dress revealed that she wore no bra underneath. "I KNOW," Anglique replied. "THE 'PIGS' DIDN'T CATCH ME, DIANA!" "I'M SORRY!" Diana whispered. She walked slowly towards the smirking 'SHOPLIFTER'. "I KNEW IT!" the policewoman gasped. She had been quite certain about it. Shifting uneasily as she sat upon the toilet seat. Beneath her uniform skirt, she could feel a dribble of 'pussy-juice' ooze from moist labia, clinging annoyingly to one of her neatly-trimmed pubic hairs. Rhonda's panties were already quite moist. "A COUPLE OF 'COP SLUTS' IN UNIFORM!" Angelique added. She teased at her moist 'pussy' with her fingertip - teasing both the salesgirl and the hidden policewoman as she masturbated. "THE POLICEWOMEN?" Diana enquired, slipping her uniform dress off. She'd been told to report to the 'Centre Management' Office and make a statement to the Avondale Heights 'Women Police'. The salesgirl let her uniform dress fall to the polished floor. She believed that both policewomen had left the 'Centre Management' Office in search of her - the last place they would look would be the darkened Female Toilets. She knelt before the 'SHOPLIFTER'. "I OWE YOU, ANGELIQUE!" she murmured. Her fingertips caressed the woman's trembling thigh as she leaned forward to taste Angelique's fragrant 'pussy' The woman's shaved 'pussy' was so smooth. Angelique's labia glistened in the reflected light. "MMMM, " the 'SHOPLIFTER' groaned, "THAT'S IT, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Diana's tongue slid into the woman's 'pussy' and teased at her clit. "MY GOD!" gasped the voyeuristic policewoman. The young salesgirl was performing cunnilingus on Angelique. And, the blonde policewoman was finding it a 'TURN ON!' Rhonda opened her cubicle door a little more. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her tight-fitting issue blouse - the flimsy polyester-cotton caressing her trembling breasts as she intently watched the two lesbians. "I WANT 'A PIECE OF THE ACTION' TOO!" she told herself. Rhonda teased gently, at her shirt-covered, erect nipples with her fingers - the uniformed policewoman licking her moist lips as she listened to the deliciously-obscene sounds of forbidden cunnilingus. "YOU SLUTS!" Her hips began to move slowly. She could almost feel the young salesgirl's tongue in her own 'pussy'. "MMMM, " Angelique gasped, closing her eyes, "FUCK ME, DIANA!" "I SHOULD 'BUST' YOU!" Rhonda murmured, unbuttoning her uniform blouse as she watched Diana tongue at Angeliue's shaved 'pussy' - Rhonda pulled her unbuttoned blouse out from where it had been neatly-tucked into her tight- fitting policewoman's skirt. It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Seated on the toilet seat, Rhonda had tied her issue blouse 'halter-style' about her waist - her eyes fixed on Angelique and Diana, the blonde policewoman lifted the front of her uniform skirt. She lifted herself from the toilet seat for a moment and hitched her skirt up about her waist. Her panties were a mess. There was 'pussy- juice' smeared all over the toilet seat and the cubicle smelt of police girl 'PUSSY!' The policewoman sat back - she made herself as comfortable as possible as she sat on the toilet. Her left foot rested on one of the cubicle door's hinges. And, her right leg was supported by the toilet roll holder. She could almost taste Angelique's 'pussy' as she watched the young salesgirl tonguing at the woman's moist vagina - the policewoman had never seen a shaved 'pussy' before. She slipped a finger beneath her panties. "OH, YOU DISGUSTING SLUTS!" she moaned, sliding her finger between her waiting 'pussy-lips' - Senior Constable Rhonda McIntyre began to masturbate unashamedly. She knew the Sarge would do nothing until she called - it might well take the Avondale Heights 'Divisional Van' a couple of hours to attend at the Airport West' Westfield Shopping Centre. "MMMM, " the policewoman sighed, "MY 'PUSSY' FEELS AS IF IT'S ON FIRE!" She looked up at the ceiling and uttered a muffled sigh. Closing her eyes, she listened to the unsuspecting pair of lesbians and closed her eyes. "WELL, " a strangely 'familiar' voice asked, "WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?" Rhonda opened her eyes. The policewoman had been 'BUSTED!' "A POLICEWOMAN?" gasped Diana. The young salesgirl stood behind Angelique as the 'SHOPLIFTER' stood before the masturbating woman. "A POLICESLUT!" replied Angelique. She'd heard the policewoman moan. As the salesgirl had paused to snatch a hurried deep breath, the 'SHOPLIFTER' had walked over to the toilet cubicle to check it out. She'd opened the door to the cubicle and found a masturbating policewoman... "SO, " she asked Rhonda, "IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT POLICEWOMEN?" "PLEASE," Rhonda gasped. Angelique stepped forward, positioning herself between the policewoman's outstretched legs. "I THINK," Angelique continued, "BLONDIE WANTS 'A PIECE OF THE ACTION' TOO?" "I'M A UNIFORMED POLICEWOMAN, GIRL!" "SHE'S CUTE, ANGELIQUE!" Diana added. She entered the toilet cubicle and knelt between Angelique and the policewoman. "A FUCKING 'PEEPING TOM' COPPER, DIANA!" "I'LL DO ANYTHING," Rhonda begged. The routine investigation had turned a little more intimate. Angelique toyed with the blonde policewoman's soft hair, running her fingers through Rhonda's golden locks as she offered her vagina to the seated police girl. Senior Constable Rhonda McIntyre was about to commit 'GROSS INDECENCY!' END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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