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(FF, prost) *** "Please!?" whisper Anne. Pausing, she turned and took gentle hold of Laura's arm. "I need a favour from you?" Rostered on Foot Patrol together, they'd been enjoying a few minutes window-shopping along the High Street. Anne had waited until they had left the shopping precinct to ask. "I need to visit somebody?" "Who?" queried Laura. Constable Anne McIntyre smiled wickedly… "It will have to be our secret Laura?" Hesitating, the blonde police officer toyed with the collar of her uniform shirt. They had both arrived at the Women Police Section together – the Wessex Constabulary regarding the notorious Slut Section at Hythe as some unofficial dumping ground for lesbians. She had no secrets from Anne. And, Anne had no secrets from her! "I need to pop in on Cindi?" the dark-haired Woman Police Constable confessed. It had been some cause for concern at the Women Police – Cindi was a local prostitute and she'd been sleeping with Anne for six months. "Anne?" sighed Laura. She removed her policewoman's helmet and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Her colleague had been reprimanded over the prostitute. "Nobody need know, Policewoman," whispered Anne. She tightened her grip on the blonde police officer's arm. "But, "Laura protested, "Didn't the Sarge warn you about her, Anne?" "Yes." "So?" Laura sighed. She brushed the hair from her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't care, Laura…" explained Anne in a hushed tone. They were alone in the alley. "I haven't seen her for a week, Policewoman I need to see her this afternoon!" "You need to see her?" retorted Laura. "Yes?" agreed her brunette colleague. "You need her to shag you?" the blonde policewoman hissed. Without offering an answer, Anne leaned forward and gently kissed Laura on the cheek. Constable Laura Delahuntey already knew the answer to her question. It was almost two o'clock by the time they arrived at Cindi's place. The prostitute lived on the Greendale Estate, and that was right on the edge of their beat. Sergeant Maree Davidson had caught the dark-haired policewoman in a rather compromising position with Cindi – the Sarge walking in on the two of them in bed together! Since then, Anne had been in disgrace with the Women Police Section. But, as there was a shortage of WPC's at Hythe, Maree couldn't keep Anne in the office for very long! "You came?" Cindi sighed. The prostitute had snatched a glimpse of police uniform as she kept watch through her lounge room window. She opened the door and ushered both female police officers inside. "I said that I would, Cindi!" answered Anne. Pausing at the front-door, she let her issue handbag slip from her shoulder and waited for Laura to go in first. "We only have an hour or so…?" the dark-haired policewoman then added, almost apologetically. "Hello?" Laura muttered. She entered the townhouse. "My name's Laura, Constable Laura Delahuntey that is, Cindi!" "I know," the prostitute reassured her. "Anne's told me all about you, Policewoman!" "Oh?" sighed the blonde. "C'mon then, Annecome inside?" Cindi continued. She turned away from Laura, shifting her gaze to her girlfriend in the open doorway. "Mmmm..." "We have to thank Laura for today though, sweetie!" the brunette policewoman whispered. Stepping inside after a last look around, she closed the door and locked it. "Oh?" the prostitute replied. Turning back to the blonde police officer, she watched as Laura placed her own handbag and police helmet on the coffee table. There was a moment of silence. "Cindi," murmured Anne, whispering in the woman's ear as she cuddled into her. The policewoman kissed the prostitute's neck tenderly, sending a shiver of anticipation through Cindi's body. Laura turned. Pausing self-consciously, she watched intently as her colleague teased playfully at the prostitute's ear-lobe with the very tip of her tongue. "I hope you don't mind?" the blonde whispered. Toying with the collar of her white issue shirt, she could not take her eyes of the prostitute and Anne. "I mean, I'm a police officer you're a prostitute?" "Mmmm," Cindi moaned. The prostitute knew what Laura was trying to say. And, she could tell the blonde was quite aroused by what was happening. "I don't mean to be in inconvenience you in any way at all, Cindi?" Cindi just smiled at her. It was a knowing sort of smile. And, for some unknown reason, Laura took a step closer to where the prostitute and Anne stood by the front-door. There was something about the notorious Cindi Chapman that was so sensual. Prostitute or not. Constable Laura Delahuntey had never felt this way about a Tom before. The blonde policewoman was actually jealous of Constable Anne McIntyre. Laura however, was not about to admit it though. Cindi however had her own ideas. As the other policewoman continued to kiss her neck, she reached out and took hold of Laura's neck, pulling the blonde even closer. "What? Cindi?" the policewoman protested half- heartedly. "Shhhh" answered the prostitute. "I owe you, Policewoman!" "No." "Mmmm, "Cindi continued, "I'll make it up to you, Constable Delahuntey?" Before the blonde police officer could say another thing, Cindi pulled her head in even closer to where she was now kissing Anne. Groaning with anticipation, Laura closed her eyes. The blonde police officer had been gently forced into a three way kiss with Cindi and Anne – it was for Laura, the most erotic moment of her career with the Wessex Constabulary! There was little she could do but enjoy the unexpected pleasure. "Thank you," purred Cindi as their lips finally parted. Standing beside the front-door, the two police officers and the prostitute had been kissing passionately for almost ten minutes. The townhouse had echoed with the delightfully-obscene moans and sighs, as their tongues had entwined. A dribble of saliva hung between Laura's mouth and that of the prostitute's. "I owe you, Policewoman!" Cindi added. The blonde Woman Police Constable uttered a muffled sigh. Her dishevelled police-shirt had become unbuttoned as they'd kissed. "Mmmm," the blonde police officer whispered back. She paused as Anne and Cindi shared another kiss in front of her. Laura stepped back. "You don't owe me a thing, Cindi, nothing at all!" "Make yourself at home Laura!" the prostitute answered. Struggling to regain that composure that she was well known for, Laura looked away from the prostitute and her colleague. Cindi was already pulling at the brunette's shirt. "There's plenty to eat and drink" she heard the Tom say. Laura would ignore the smear of white powder on the coffee table. She knew that Cindi dealt in cocaine… "I'll be right" she muttered, looking away from the two lesbians on purpose. "We won't be long, Policewoman!" Anne reassured her. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She removed her chequered cravat and undid the collar of her policewoman's shirt. "I'll be quite okay!" She had her portable radio. And, as she sat down on the prostitute's sofa lounge, she also had a good view of the approach to Cindi's townhouse – Laura would keep an eye on things as the prostitute and Anne retired to the relative privacy of the prostitute's bedroom. The blonde policewoman's confidence had been shattered by just how easily she'd allowed herself to become embroiled in their illicit affair. The police officer had kissed a prostitute. A notorious convicted prostitute with priors for drug dealing... "Thank you," she heard Anne call. There were footsteps. And, as she sat back on the surprisingly comfortable sofa lounge, Laura heard the bedroom door close. "Damn the fucking Slag!" she cursed uncharacteristically. Waiting a moment or so, she found herself unable to resist the temptation any longer. The police officer turned and looked across the lounge room at the bedroom door. She smiled knowingly. Anne's discarded cravat lay on the floor with her issue handbag. "I should've known better," she reprimanded herself. Anne had kicked off her shoes at the door. And, her policewoman's helmet hung from the hook on the back of the front-door. "Even if Anne doesn't!" She closed her eyes. Reaching down without realising it, she slid her hand up, under her uniform skirt – the skirt had ridden upon her thigh as she made herself comfortable. "Slut!" she hissed. Her comment directed to Anne as much as Cindi. She could just hear them in the bedroom. "You delicacies Slut!" Her fingers reached beneath her moist panties. Unknowingly, the blonde policewoman had torn the gusset of her regulation black pantyhose open. Pondering over what was happening within the prostitute's nearby bedroom; WPC Laura Delahuntey then began to masturbate – the policewoman quite unaware of what she was doing at that moment... "Mmmm, you fucking Slag!" her soft feminine voice cursed once more. Her fingertip teased at her moistening labia, and she suddenly realised that she was fingering herself. Meanwhile, just inside the bedroom door, Anne and the prostitute were frantically tongue-kissing once again – the dark-haired policewoman forced back against the door as Cindi fumbled with her uniform skirt. The bedroom echoed with the sounds of illicit passion. Unbuckling the policewoman's belt, the prostitute smothered Anne's face in sloppy wet kisses as she then unzipped her skirt. She'd been offering Policewomen's Discount to some the local Women Police for eighteen months. WPC Anne McIntyre however, was the first female police officer to make the arrangement something a lot more permanent – the female police officer all but living with Cindi on the Greendale. "OH! B-BITCH!" cried the prostitute. "Mmmm," the policewoman moaned. Cindi pulled the crumpled uniform skirt down about Anne's feet as the policewoman lovingly ran her fingers through the prostitute's hair – it would not be the last time that they'd enjoyed a quick 'shag' in the afternoon. "Cindi." "You know I want you?" Cindi reassured her. Muttering an obscenity under her breath, the policewoman collapsed onto the prostitute's nearby bed with her kinky girlfriend. "Mmmm," Anne answered in a somewhat hushed tone, "I've missed you so, Cindi!" With the other policewoman keeping watch, they had the rest of the afternoon together. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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