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Authors name: by Constable Laura DeLahuntey
Story title : Bad Girl in Uniform
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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!
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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!'
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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