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Prostitute
By PoshPoliceWoman (poshpolicewoman@yahoo.com.au)
***
An unofficial visit to a prostitute's home and the
illicit relationship between a female police officer
and Cindi Chapman tempts WPC Laura Delahuntey in a way
which she would never have expected. (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
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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. You only have one body per
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