Penelope Bishop gripped the steering wheel so hard that her hands were beginning to cramp. She stared intently at the tunnel of light made by the headlights; the road was sealed but unmarked except for the reflectors nailed to the white posts spaced sporadically along the side of the road. The night was pitch-black and the road was dangerous; besides the soft shoulders and the many potholes, wildlife was often attracted to the bright headlights of approaching vehicles.

Despite the air conditioning the car was sultry; sweat ran down her back and her thighs were sticky with perspiration, she wished she had foregone her pantyhose but they were part of the dress code.

The man sitting in the seat behind her pointed a pistol at the back of her head. It was a Glock 27 .40 calibre subcompact with a ten round magazine and with an overall length of 6.5 inches and width of 1.26 inches it was the perfect weapon for a woman to carry concealed.

Penelope knew everything about the pistol because it was hers.

The man in the front passenger seat held a Berretta 92FS 9mm which he waived around animatedly as he spoke. Penelope hoped the safety was on because the man was likely to accidentally discharge the weapon if it wasn’t. He did all the talking whilst the man in back remained stoically silent.

“You see, as a lifelong member of the criminal fraternity I understand that the police department has to abide by those bullshit Equal Opportunity laws. Hence they have to let women run around pretending to be police; they wear the blue pants and shirts, the hats, and boots. They have all that heavy shit hanging off their duty belts weighing them down and they just look stupid. Cute but stupid; especially when they run,” the man espoused.

“So the police are now equal opportunity employers; they even had that fat ugly cunt running the show as Police Commissioner in Boston for fuck sake.”

“So, as silly and as ineffectual as they are, I can see the attraction for women wanting to become cops. But what I don’t get is why some guy changes his sex from a man to a woman and then joins the police department. It makes no sense to me. Even with the stupid fucking Gender Equality Act. If ya wanna be a cop be a man; why pretend to be a stupid woman cop for fuck sake?” the man was half turned in his seat addressing both Penelope and the man sitting behind her.

“Is she a detective or a defective?” he tapped the muzzle of the pistol on the silver shield clipped to the waistband of her skirt and sniggered at his own joke.

He was obviously hoping to get a rise out of her but Penelope gritted her teeth and said nothing. She had met plenty of men who displayed both transphobia and misogynism throughout her life and she was almost immune to such vitriol.

“She’s got great tits though,” Penelope pushed away the pistol that the man pushed inside her blouse and pressed to her breasts to emphasise his point.

“And legs to die for,” she did the same when the man hooked the foresight of his pistol under the hem of her skirt and dragged it up her thighs.

“But has she got a package in her panties or is she a cut-and-tuck? Have you got a designer-vagina sweetie?” the man pushed the muzzle of his pistol into her groin and she angrily wrenched it away.

“That weapon is going to discharge if you’re not careful,” Penelope hissed through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me! It talks,” the man chuckled

“Keep your hands on the wheel,” the man behind Penelope tapped her on the crown of her head with the barrel of his pistol.

“Can we fuck her before we kill her?” the man in the front passenger seat asked.

“From what I know about you Bobby, it’d make no difference if she was warm or cold,” the other man replied dryly.

“Once the boss had finished with her we can do whatever we like with her. One thing’s for sure; she ain’t going home,” the man said cold-bloodedly.

“I’ve seen these tranny chicks in pornos; chicks-with-dicks they call them. Hot as fuck except for they have a cock. Not really my thing but I suppose it makes no difference when you’re fucking her up the ass,” Bobby espoused.

“I wonder if she’ll get a hardon when I fuck her?” he pondered inanely.

Penelope had developed a trick that she used to escape such prejudiced virulence when it was directed her way. She thought about something else; she dredged up past memories.

She thought back to how this had all begun.

When the Gender Equality Act was passed by the Federal Government in the early 2020s as a backlash against the Trump administration’s draconian laws stripping transgender people and other minorities of official recognition there was much celebration amongst the LGBTI community and most of the general population.

It forbade discriminating against anyone because of their sexuality and gender identity. The same people who had protested against same sex marriage and refused to conduct wedding ceremonies or supply cakes and flowers, the Church of course, and the unenlightened, were bitterly opposed to the Gender Equality Act. When the Supreme Court ruled against several states that wanted to claim an exemption to the Act or to legislate loopholes, the Federal Government tied the laws up in a bow. The recently elected Democrat party President signed an Affirmative Action Executive Order demanding that government bodies ‘take affirmative action to ensure applicants are employed, and that employees are treated without regard to their race, creed, color, national origin, their sexuality or their gender identity’.

Penelope Bishop always knew that the she was different and when she was a boy of ten years a psychiatrist diagnosed her with gender dysphoria. The boy’s father, a native Texan and a police officer in the Balwyn Police Department, said that no son his was going to be raised a ‘homo sissy fag’ and walked away from his marriage of thirteen years when the boy’s mother supported their son’s desire to live as a girl.

Rosemary Bishop took her son to California where people were less transphobic and nobody knew them, she got a good job with her nursing degree, rented a nice apartment and enrolled Penelope Bishop in school.

Penelope loved presenting herself as a girl and was very much a ‘girly-girl’ who seldom wore pants or boys clothing or participated in male dominated activities. She was no fairy though, and excelled at gymnastics and field hockey; she didn’t mind roughhousing now and then but she was attracted to the more feminine activities. She did not display disgust at her own genitalia as most children with gender dysphoria did but she learned very early on how to skilfully ‘tuck and tape’ and soon became adept at doing so and when supplemented by wearing a gaff she presented a lovely flat pubis. At night or when she was sure there wouldn’t be others around she freed her genitalia to prevent any complications.

Penelope’s psychiatrist assured Rosemary that Penelope was like many other gender dysphoric people; she did not want to fully transition and was happy to live as a transgendered woman rather than have sex reassignment surgery. When Penelope was fifteen and the other girls in her class were developing breasts, she did however desperately want breast augmentation and Rosemary was happy to approve the procedure knowing that it was reversible. She also allowed Penelope to get a tracheal shave and to have surgery on her vocal chords to keep her voice feminine because it had started to break.

At school Penelope was readily accepted as a transgendered girl and made no attempt to hide the fact; there were quite a few male to female and a few female to male transgendered kids at the school. They did have to undergo regular counselling however and were closely watched by the faculty to ensure they weren’t bullied or discriminated against.

When Penelope went to college things became more complicated. There were always going to be some people who didn’t understand her or were just downright prejudiced but by now she had learned to deal with people like that; it was nearly 2030 and if they hadn’t lost their prejudice by now they never would.

Penelope had not developed the identity development problems that are common among some transgendered people, but one of her biggest issues was her burgeoning libido. Advances in hormone therapy using supplemental pharmaceuticals that assisted with the feminisation process but did not have the adverse effect of suppressing the sex drive were now being commonly used and Penelope was frustrated.

Rosemary had had ‘that talk’ with Penelope but it was difficult because Penelope was neither female nor male. Penelope obtained most of her sex education on the Internet from TG support websites but she had to admit that she learned mostly from transsexual porn sites. Penelope had plenty of male, female, and transgendered friends and representatives from all of these genders had shown an interest in her sexually; she was mostly attracted to boys but found certain women and transgenders sexually attractive too. She discussed her dilemma with her psychiatrist who advised her to take her time and not rush into having sex.

Thus it was that Penelope believed she was the only student at the University of California who was still technically a virgin at twenty years old. She thought ‘technically a virgin’ because she had given and received plenty of blowjobs and was quite adept at fellatio, but she had not yet been penetrated and longed to experience the ultimate in sexual gratification. To put it bluntly she wanted to be fucked.

She was close to completing her law degree when things got heated at home. Rosemary was putting pressure on Penelope to fully transition and not to live in limbo as a transgender. To Rosemary’s thinking there were only two genders, she was sympathetic to Penelope wanting to live as a woman, but not as a transwoman. She thought that by now Penelope would want to either fully transition or revert back to being a CIS male.

“Honey, you would be so much happier as a woman. You really are already are a woman except for one thing,” Rosemary bought the issue up again over dinner.

“I’m happy as I am mom; why do you keep hounding me?” Penelope sighed.

“I’ll be honest honey; because then I would have a daughter. I mean I still think of you as my daughter but you aren't really are you?” Rosemary resorted to her usual defence.

“You want me to be a ‘real woman’ mom? What you are saying is that you want me to cut off my dick!” Penelope was becoming angry.

“Don’t talk like that in my house! You know what I mean. I want you to complete your sex reassignment surgery and identify as a woman,” Rosemary tried to temper her tone.

“But I like living this way. I have my own opinion and you know it. Not all transgendered men who have sex reassignment surgery feel that they have become women; some are very unhappy and consider themselves feminised men, counterfeits, imposters or impersonators of the sex they so desire to become. What I’m saying is that getting a cunt will not buy me happiness; it’s not like I’m going to give you grandchildren! I’m happy as I am,” Penelope had never been so forthright and disrespectful of her mom.

“Oh my god Penelope you sound like a TERF! I’ve been through all this because of you; I gave up my marriage, I moved away from our home town to support your transition, but you’re just stalled,” Rosemary had never been so outspoken before.

“So what are you saying mom?” Penelope had put down her law book and was so angry that she was crying.

“Oh, shit or get off the pot for fuck sake!” Rosemary stormed out of the kitchen, went to her bedroom and slammed the door.

Penelope was even angrier than her mother was; she stormed to her bedroom, locked the door, threw off her clothes and went into her ensuite bathroom. She took her douche and filled it with warm water and douched herself; she’d had plenty of practise because even though she was a ‘virgin’ she had plenty of sex toys that she regularly used on herself. She brushed her teeth, showered and combed her long blonde hair.

She was a woman on a mission and she strode into her bedroom and threw a pile of clothes on the bed and then sat down and did her makeup. She applied heavy makeup with lots of black eyeliner, mascara, many hued eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and ruby-red lipstick. She teased out her hair and looked at herself in the mirror; she looked like a nineteen-eighty porn star, exactly the look she wanted.

Penelope stepped into a pair of black Vintage Lace Spanx panties that not only looked good; they would hold her tuck in place as she had no intention of taping. She pulled the panties halfway up her legs and then pushed her testes up into her inguinal canals and stretched her empty scrotum and penis along her perineum; she pulled the Spanx up tight and they held everything nicely in place. Next she slipped into a pair of flesh-toned ultra-sheer hold up stockings. She smoothed the wrinkles out of them and enjoyed the feel of their silkiness on her freshly shaved legs.

She put on a sheer black brassiere that looked sexy and also gave her B-cup breasts support, not that they really needed it. She slipped into a black, figure-hugging, cotton-spandex, micro-mini cocktail dress with sheer back and sleeves, she accessorised with gold earrings, necklace and bracelets and stepped into a pair of four-inch black high heels. She spun around in front of the mirror and was very happy with how she looked.

Emptying the handbag that she took every day to UC Berkeley Law School onto the bed she sorted through the jumble and tossed the essentials into a stylish black leather clutch purse with gold hardware. She took out a menthol cigarette, lit it, and tossed the cigarettes and lighter into her clutch and sashayed out the door; she was a woman on a mission.

When Penelope stopped in the hallway to collect her car keys Rosemary came out of her bedroom.

“Where are you going dressed like that! Are you smoking?” Rosemary was still angry.

“You wanted a real daughter mother, well I’m going to behave like one for you. I’m going to get laid!” Penelope snatched her keys off the side table and went out the front door.

Kyle Beamish had been coming onto Penelope ever since she started at UC. Penelope resited his advances, figuring he wasn’t serious and really just wanted to experience ‘fucking a tranny’. Still, he remained one of her closest friends and whilst she had been tempted to toss him a compensatory blowjob, she’d decided that it would get in the way of their friendship and send mixed messages.

She pulled up outside of his ground floor studio apartment, part of the off campus housing complex, and noted that he had turned on the security lights for her. He didn’t know why she was coming around, but she had texted him that she was on her way and he was prepared for a marathon study session now that they were so close to attaining their degrees.

He was shocked when he opened the door and saw how she was dressed.

“You got anything to drink in this dump?” she pushed him in the chest one-handed and as he staggered back she walked past him into apartment.

“I dunno.. I mean yes.. Sure.. Just let me…” Kyle stuttered; absolutely taken aback.

“Or we can just fuck and you can get me a drink after,” Penelope pulled Kyle into her arms and started to kiss him.

He soon got over his shock and any reservations he might have had and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. They kissed and groped each other as Penelope guided him backward towards his bed. He broke their embrace briefly to swipe the clothes, books, snacks and other sundry items that bachelors tend to keep on their bed, onto the floor.

Penelope pushed him back on the bed and straddled him; she looked down at him with her green eyes and he looked up at her bewildered.

“You know I have always adored you; you are so beautiful,” he smiled up at her.

“I’m not here for adoration Kyle; I just want my cherry taken,” Penelope glowered down at him.

“I can do that too,” Kyle swallowed.

Penelope lowered her face to his and they kissed, softly at first but soon became frenzied; Kyle was dressed only in his boxershorts and t-shirt and Penelope broke the kiss and ripped off his t-shirt but remained straddling him.

She lowered her face to him again and kissed him while her nails raked his chest.

“Oh, my god I’ve dreamed of this,” Kyle mumbled through crushed lips.

Penelope's hand strayed to his shorts and freed his already rampant erection; she stroked it, massaging the pre-ejaculate into the hard flesh. Kyle bucked underneath her and lifted her dress; she bent down and straightened her arms so he could pull it off her. He unclasped her bra and when her firm breasts fell free he pawed at them, tweaking her swollen nipples; she leaned forward and guided his face to her breasts and Kyle enthusiastically suckled them.

She cradled his head against her breasts while he nibbled and sucked on her nipples and she reached between their bodies to stroke his hard cock. She could sense his urgency and she was impatient to feel him inside her; her spanks were stretched as her tumescent penis became untucked. Kyle tentatively reached out and touched her hard flesh encased in the satiny spandex; a little globule of pre-seminal fluid leaked through the fabric. He scooped it up and bought it to his lips.

Penelope reciprocated and milked a bubble of pre–ejaculate from Kyle's erection and licked it. They smiled at each other lecherously. They both took a beat to shuck out of their underpants; Kyle was naked and Penelope was left dressed in only her stocking and heels which Kyle begged her to leave on because she looked so sexy.

“You want me dressed like a porn star?” she teased him.

“I just want you Penelope,” he sighed.

She lay down on the bed and Kyle got on top of her; pressing his body against hers as he kissed her. Their cocks rubbed against each other, the precum making them slippery and delightfully turgid.

“I like that,” Kyle whispered.

“Frottage,” Penelope smiled up at him.

“What?” Kyle rubbed his cock against hers.

“Frottage; it’s French for rubbing cocks,” Penelope giggled.

“What is the French for this,” Kyle slipped his cock between Penelope’s buttocks and placed the glans against her sphincter.

“I think it’s called fucking in all languages,” Penelope smirked.

She opened her legs and lifted herself up to help him. He pushed forward and his glans entered her pre-lubricated tight ring and she gasped. He stopped and let her get used to the thickness of it.

Penelope had used plenty of toys on herself but the feel Kyle’s hard flesh penetrating her was different; there was a little discomfort at first but it felt nice. She could feel the girth of his penis, his hard but still pliant flesh, she pushed herself upwards and Kyle sensed her need and thrust forward ever so slowly.

His cock was gripped tightly by her anus despite the lubrication; it clung to his manhood and felt like a velvet glove. He had to concentrate really hard to prevent a premature orgasm.

Penelope put her arms around him and locked her legs behind his back, instinctively rubbing her stocking-sheathed thighs on his flanks knowing it would stimulate him. Kyle pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into her mouth as he slid the remainder of his erection inside her tight anus.

She gasped with surprise and delight; being filled with Kyle's hard manhood was such an exhilarating and illicitly pleasurable experience. They began to rut, taking pleasure from each other as they kissed and fucked. They increased the tempo and Kyle’s glans pressed on Penelope’s prostate radiating intense pleasure through her anus and into her penis which was rubbing on his belly. Kyle could feel the heat from her cock; she was leaking precum on his flat hard belly. Far from him finding this repulsive, he found it extremely arousing.

They both gasped and groaned as their orgasms approached. They climaxed together, clinging to each other, kissing passionately as Kyle filled her with hot semen and she splashed her warm seed on his belly. The musty aroma of hot semen filled the air as they fucked each other fervently.

The couple slowly came down from their respective sexual pinnacles and kissed and fondled each other tenderly.

“That was wonderful,” Penelope sighed.

“It was the greatest,” Kyle grinned down at her.

“You took my cherry,” Penelope giggled.

“I took your cherry,” Kyle chuckled.

“Now get off me you oaf and find me something to drink,” Penelope pushed on Kyle's shoulders.

Kyle looked hurt.

“Don’t get all sooky on me honey. Once I’ve had a couple of drinks and if you can get it up, we’re going to fuck again,” Penelope eased herself out from under him.

Penelope spent the night with Kyle Beamish and enjoyed the sex but was a little concerned that Kyle was already becoming too clingy and mawkish.

“Penelope, I want to tell you that…” Penelope put a finger to his lips to silence him.

“It’s just sex Kyle; I’m not your girlfriend or anything,” she kissed his cheek at the door as she left.

When she climbed into her car she saw that she had left her cell phone on the passenger seat. There were five missed calls and as many texts from her mother begging her to come home. She initially thought it was just her mother expressing regret at their arguing but she had a feeling that there was something seriously awry.

When she arrived home she found her mother sitting in the lounge wearing a housecoat.

“It’s your father; he died yesterday. He was shot in the line of duty apparently,” Rosemary said mechanically.

The only memories of her father that Penelope had was from when she had been a boy; but they were fond. She knew that her gender dysphoria and transitioning had caused the breakdown of her parent’s marriage and she felt extremely guilty about it. She also believed her mother’s wish for Penelope to fully transition into a woman was spurred by the need to validate to herself that leaving her husband was justified.

“I’m going to the funeral,” the words just fell from Penelope’s mouth.

“No Penelope! They hate us there! When I left that place I vowed I would never return,” Rosemary said savagely.

“You can’t stop me mom!” Penelope was crying.

She had often thought of her father and although she knew he had turned her away at ten years old she could not stop loving him deep down, even though he wanted nothing to with her or her mother.

They argued until they were both exhausted but eventually Rosemary reluctantly agreed to accompany her daughter to Balwyn Texas to attend the funeral of Charlie Bishop, Sargent in the City of Balwyn Municipal Police Department.

Nearly the whole of the PD turned out for Charlie Bishop’s funeral service. Rosemary and Penelope deliberately arrived late so that they could sit up the back of the church. Charlie hadn’t remarried after his divorce but he did have a common-law wife who sat in the front row near the casket and accepted condolences. It was a different story at the graveside service, Rosemary and Penelope had to walk the gauntlet through a sea of blue uniforms, many of whom remembered Rosemary.

Most of the officers who spoke to Rosemary were very polite and offered their condolences; some even spent a few minutes chatting to her. Rosemary suspected that Charlie never admitted to anyone that his son had become a transgendered woman; he couldn’t have stood the shame and the perceived slur on his masculinity.

Many of the officers stared at Penelope; especially the younger ones. She wore a knee-length black dress, sheer black pantyhose, black high heels and a string of white pearls. Her mother was dressed identically and both having long blonde hair they could almost be sisters.

An older man in a police uniform bedecked with medal ribbons came over and took Rosemary’s arm and led her away from the crowd. Penelope couldn’t hear what was being said but she saw her mother becoming angry and then burst into tears. The man offered her a handkerchief but her mother pushed it away. The man tried to hug Rosemary but she shoved him away. He said a final remark to Rosemary which caused her to raise her hand but he caught it and then he turned away from her. He walked deliberately over to Penelope and loomed over her.

“Your Daddy is better off dead than seeing you like this,” he whispered in her ear.

Penelope froze. She was used to the occasional slur from the uneducated and bigoted; but this was like a knife to the heart.

The man kept walking back to the graveside but Penelope thawed and sprang after him; she grabbed his forearm and made him stop.

“Why would you say that?” her eyes were blurred with tears.

“Charlie was so proud of his son. He bragged that he would serve beside him when he grew up. Your dad was a legend in my PD but when you turned into that and your mother left him, it broke his heart,” he gripped Penelope's wrist until it hurt so much so that she had to release her hold on him.

By this time Rosemary had rushed over to protect her daughter.

“Take that thing back to hippy-ville with the rest of the freaks. You’re not wanted here,” he hissed and turned away.

Rosemary wanted to leave immediately but Penelope had become incensed and was determined to stay. She had always refused to be bullied by those who hated her because of her gender. They stayed for the internment and then went back to their hotel. After yet another argument Penelope left her mother at their hotel and went to The Longhorn bar to attend her father’s wake.

The place was a typical cop bar with Lone Star beer on tap and cheap well drinks; it was packed with men in blue uniforms, now in disarray, men in suits, equally disarrayed, and plenty of women. As expected, most of the men were drunk and boisterous, trying to outdo one and other as they told tales of daring-do and the shenanigans they had gotten up to on the job with Charlie Bishop. Penelope soon realised that her father was a legend in the Balwyn PD and was both honoured and revered by most of the other cops, the white Anglo cops anyway.

“Well I never knew Charlie had a daughter from his first marriage but then he never talked about Rosemary and his kid after you guys hit out for California,” one of the drunken police officers said talking squarely to her tits.

“Yeah well I don’t remember much about him; me being so young and all when we left,” Penelope deliberately misrepresented herself.

She went from group to group listening to stories about her pop. Of course some of the younger cops tried to hit on her but when they found out she was Charlie Bishop’s daughter they soon desisted out of respect. Not everyone was pleasant to her. The man who had aggrieved Penelope and Rosemary at the cemetery kept looking at her contemptuously and Charlie’s common-law wife, as drunk as any of the men, came over to her.

The woman was thin but with obviously enhanced breasts; she was tanned with long dark hair and hard-faced; but attractive in that untamed sort of way some men found addictive. She had changed out of her funeral attire and was wearing a denim skirt that was too short for the occasion, tan nylons, ankle cowboy-boots and a western shirt worn open to show off her bountiful bosom.

“I know who you are and what you are. Your daddy wanted you to be a cop but you became a sissy,” the woman hiccupped.

Another woman came over; she was bigger and dressed in jeans, chequered shirt and cowboy boots. She took the other woman by the arm and led her away and then came back.

“You don’t remember me do you?” the woman said.

Penelope shook her head.

“We used to play together in fourth grade right down the street there. You used to steal my dolls and I used to steal your toy trucks. I’m Molly Harper, one of the few lesbians serving in the Balwyn PD,” she held out her hand.

Penelope shook it and tried to remember Molly. She vaguely remembered playing with a bigger girl who sometimes beat her up when Penelope stole the girl’s dolls and a smile crossed her lips.

“There won’t be more than six people in this whole town who know who you are and that’s a good thing. They say your daddy despised you for what you became but I think he was secretly proud of you. You know he followed your progress through college and UC Law? We can get a bottle and I can tell you all about him if you like,” Molly grinned.

Molly got a bottle of bourbon and two glasses and they found a seat outside in back on the patio where smoking was permitted. They lit up and Molly told Penelope about her dad.

“Look Charlie Bishop was basically an asshole; I ain’t gonna sugarcoat it. A misogynist, racist, bigoted, womaniser who drank too much and was rumoured to be on the take. He passed up promotion to stay on the street,” Molly put out her cigarette and immediately lit another.

“But he schooled me. Most of the PD here are assholes, they hate women, they hate minorities and they hate homos. Charlie Bishop had equity, I’ll give him that; he hated everyone equally if you weren’t an Anglo hetero male. But for some reason he took a shine to me and showed me the ropes. Publicly he called me a box-biter but on the beat he treated me ok,” Molly studied her smoke.

“There are rumours that his death was linked to organised crime; like I said he allegedly was on the take and who knows how far up that goes. He was shot at point blank range behind Morganson’s Hardware. You’d think that with one of our own being shot we’d be balls out trying to find the killer, but the investigation has stalled already and the hierarchy don’t seem too keen on lighting a fire under it, if you know what I mean,” Molly said bitterly.

“I’ll tell you one thing doll; you’re better off out of Balwyn and you’re damn lucky that you didn’t follow your daddy into the PD,” Molly got up from her seat a little unsteadily.

They had drunk half the bottle and Molly had had plenty to drink before they sat down.

“See ya round doll… Actually, forget that; I hope I don’t see ya round. Get the fuck outta here and don’t come back,” Molly leaned in and kissed Penelope on the cheek.

Penelope and Rosemary had their final argument that night.

“You’re doing what!” Rosemary screamed.

“I’m applying to join the City of Balwyn Municipal Police Department and as soon as I get my degree I’m moving back here,” Penelope said.

“But what about the California bar exam? You’ve got half a dozen reputable law firms chasing you?” Rosemary was astonished.

“Is this some identity crisis thing and you need to follow in the footsteps of your daddy?” Rosemary was at her wits end.

“You know what? I don’t care! I’m done with you for now Penelope; we’re flying back home tomorrow and when we get there you’re moving out!” Rosemary snapped.

….

“Do I really gotta take the freak Frank?” Balwyn City Police Chief Daniel Balfour was a fourth generation cop; his father and grandfather before him had also been Police Chiefs in the City of Balwyn.

“Come on Danny; we been dealing with this shit for generations. First it was the slits, then the niggers, then the spics and the kikes. Then the homos and dykes; hell I think we got a towel-head out there somewhere and Johnny Eagle Claw is a fucking Apache Indian or some shit,” Mayor Frank Cannon prided himself on being an equal opportunity bigot.

“I tried pushing back on the Governor but we got no choice but to comply and let the fucking tranny in. You know how this works Danny; meet the fucking quota and push the freak out after she graduates,” Frank lit a cigar and shrugged his shoulders.

The State had minimum minority group quotas based on the size of each city police department but there were loopholes. Each PD had to not only recruit so many females, minorities, and now transgenders, they had to guarantee that the designated quota passed basic training and was fully indoctrinated into the PD. On top of that there were quotes to meet at each rank.

Daniel Balfour called female minorities ‘twofers’ and he joked that if he could recruit an Asian, lesbian with a disability he’d have a ‘fourfer’.

On the walls of his office Daniel Balfour proudly displayed framed pictures of the whole of the Police Department standing out the front of Police Plaza taken every year since 1970. As the years progressed the pictures became more multi-cultural and gender inclusive; or so it seemed.

The Balwyn PD had a system; they ensured that the minimum numbers to meet the quotas graduated the police academy regardless of the cadet’s performance. Then they promoted in the ranks to meet the quotas, but they promoted minorities and women into the worst jobs, administrative or bureaucratic positions that did not involve policework. If a female or minority officer resigned it was all the more better because the PD had still met the quota; the incumbent had simply left the Department of their own free will.

What this systematic extremist intolerance did was to coalesce the white male officers and turn them against the women and minorities because they were deemed to be promoted without merit. The women police officers disliked the minorities, who in turn disliked everyone because they were continually discriminated upon. This constant state of incoherence and mistrust meant that all of the power was concentrated in the hands of a few long serving senior white police officers.

Penelope texted Kyle from the airport, she didn’t give him any detail, just that she would be coming around his place and would be staying for a little while.

She pushed past him dragging her wheeled suitcase when he greeted her at the door.

“What’s going on Penelope?” Kyle sounded genuinely concerned.

Penelope had already kicked off her heels and was shucking out of her shorts and pulling off her t-shirt.

“You wanna talk about my problems or you wanna fuck?” she lay down on the bed wearing only her panties.

“Well both I guess,” Kyle said pulling off his t-shirt.

He climbed on the bed naked and Penelope opened her arms for him. He could sense that she was angry and was likely grudge-fucking him but a fuck was a fuck.

He kissed her passionately and when she began to moan he left her mouth and followed her long neck down to her shoulders with his tongue and then detoured to her breasts which he licked and then playfully bit. His hand found her hard in her panties and he freed her erection and squeezed it while he bit her nipples. Penelope writhed on the bed as Kyle continued his journey across her flat stomach and then licked at the tip of her penis.

“Yesss!” Penelope gripped his head and tried to force it down on her phallus but he resisted.

He licked the shaft of her penis only occasionally lapping at her glans; teasing her, sipping her precum; he fluttered his tongue on her scrotum and took her testes in his mouth whilst slowly stroking her shaft.

“Oh Kyle come on honey; you know what I want,” Penelope begged him, straining as she tried to force him to suck her cock.

Finally he enveloped her penis with his mouth, using his lips on her shaft and his tongue on her glans as she had taught him. He felt her cock begin to pulsate as her orgasm approached and she wrapped her fingers in his hair and thrust upwards, fucking his mouth.

“Yes honey; yes that’s it!” she pushed his face down on her cock.

Kyle slavered at her penis and was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy sperm. He held her down on the bed and sucked her hard penis as she writhed with pleasure, draining every drop, becoming less frenetic as she came down from her climax, knowing that her penis would become almost too sensitive after her orgasm.

Penelope might have been a virgin on their first tonight together, but she had taught him more about how to pleasure a lover than he had leaned since he had reached puberty; and he had put it good practice.

She pawed at him impatiently; she wanted him to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her. Kyle obligingly climbed up her body and lay beside her and stroked her breasts tenderly. He reached for the water glass beside his bed.

“Don’t you dare! I want to taste myself,” Penelope pulled his face to hers and kissed him.

She slid her tongue into his mouth as she slid her body under him. She moved catlike, sensuously and languidly; he loved that about her. His penis poked at her belly and she impatiently shucked off her panties and grabbed a pillow from behind her head to support her buttocks as she pressed him to her puckered bud.

“Fuck me Kyle,” she whispered and rose to meet him.

He was impatient but Penelope was gracious; she was already pleasured so she wrapped her arms and legs around him and let him use her body for his gratification. She kissed him and bit his ear as he climaxed; she wriggled her buttocks to encourage him when she felt his cock convulse and flood her with his hot spend.

When they satisfied their lusting for each other they lay side by side smoking.

“How long you planning on staying?” Kyle pointed his chin at her suitcase.

“I was hoping until after graduation, so not long,” she rested the glass ashtray on her stomach.

“Ok. We split everything fifty-fifty ok?” he tapped his cigarette on the ashtray.

“Sure, and I’m charging a hundred for a fuck and fifty for a blowjob,” sometimes Penelope’s crudeness caught him off guard.

“You take bitcoin or credit?” he bantered.

“I’ll take credit, and I figure I’ve paid one month’s rent in sex already,” Penelope chuckled.

He liked it when she laughed.

“I’ll throw you a freebee if you can get that thing going again,” she waggled his flaccid penis.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Kyle looked into her green eyes.

“Don’t spoil a beautiful friendship,” she looked serious and Kyle knew not to push it.

“Ok, fuck-buddies it is then,” Kyle took the ashtray from Penelope's belly and snuggled up to her.

To be continued

Balwyn PD had 1200 police officers and about five hundred civilian staff on the payroll. The PD recruited thirty police cadets every three months with the expectation that not all of them would graduate; some of them would either fail the course or drop out of the Balwyn Police Academy before graduation.

The Department recruited just enough minorities to meet the mandated quotas. At the policy academy there was an unauthorised but strictly enforced pecking order. White Anglo males were at the top, then minority males, then white females, followed by minority females, then gays of both genders, and finally the first and only transgendered female recruit, Penelope.

The academy ingrained into the cadets the misogyny, racial bigotry, sexuality bias and transgender hatred that was rampant in the PD. Penelope was singled out for mistreatment from the start, but she expected nothing else.

The cadets were measured for their uniforms on the first day after completing their final physical exam. Penelope was examined by a male doctor but knew not to complain. It was made quite clear that those who complained would be viewed as weak and unable to stick up for themselves, but to be fair the examination was quite perfunctory.

There were two dormitories at the Academy, one male and one female but Penelope was given her own room. She was told this was for her own safety and protection as she obviously couldn’t bunk with the males and some of the female cadets baulked at having a transgender sleeping in the same room and using the same facilities as them. What to some might seem a luxury only engendered jealousy because she had her own room and ensuite. The other cadets, none of whom had actually complained about her bunking in the female dorm, thought she was receiving preferential treatment.

A male and a female officer from the PD were seconded to show the recruits how to wear their uniforms. The PD had hardly changed the uniform since the 1970s and although there was a lot of tradition and sentimentality attached to it, it was outdated and uncomfortable. Women were still required to wear skirts and hosiery unless they were actually on the beat; jackets could only be relaxed at the behest of the senior officer.

Having completed being fitted for their uniforms the cadets mustered for indoctrination. The rules and regulations were explained. There was to be no fraternisation between the cadets or with the instructors. The syllabus was explained in detail as were the pass and fail grades for each subject. The cadets would have no leave for the first month of their training and after that a strict curfew applied; cadets had to be back in the barracks and turned in by 2100 each night. Sunday was the only day off; by working six days a week the basic training could be truncated to twelve weeks.

The quota system was never mentioned but the minorities knew that a certain number of them had to pass and it was obvious that Penelope was a shoo-in being the only transgender. She would have to do something particularly appalling to fail; this made her even more unpopular.

Tickets were issued for transgressions depending on the severity of the misdemeanour; if a cadet acquired more than fifty tickets, it was instant dismissal.

“Ok, enough bullshit. Go and change into your uniforms and form up on the ready line,” Sargent Leonard Barkly yelled at the new intake.

Penelope went back to her room and found her new uniforms folded on the bed. The cadets had been advised that the uniforms issued to them at the Academy came off the shelf but once they graduated they could pay to have them tailored. Thankfully women could wear pants at the Academy during instruction but had to change into skirts prior to dinner.

The female officer had advised the women to wear pantyhose under their uniform slacks because they were itchy and often chafed. They could have them lined and altered after graduation.

Penelope slipped into a pair of black pantyhose and pulled on a pair of tight, full-cut, granny-panties over them. She had tucked and taped right after her medical exam. It was immediately apparent that the uniforms she had been issued were nowhere near her size; the pants were two sizes too large and the cuffs dragged on the floor. She gathered the excess material at her waist and tightened her belt to hold it in place. Her blouse too was too big and the sleeve-cuffs hung over her fingers.

At least her shoes fit. She put on her tie and tried to make the uniform look as presentable as possible but she looked like a blue chaff bag tied in the middle. There had obviously been a mistake; this was not the uniform she had tried on at the clothing store.

She looked at her watch and not wanting to be late she snatched up her cap and sprinted down the corridor and out onto the parade ground and lined up on the ready line. Looking around it was obvious that the women and minorities had been issued uniforms that didn’t fit them very well but none were as bad as hers.

“Jesus Bishop you look like a bag of shit tied in the middle!” Sargent Barkly was so close to her that when he yelled his spit spattered her face.

He threw a yellow ticket at her which bounced off her chest and fell to the ground.

“Pick that up Bishop!” he screamed.

“I think there has been a mistake. I haven’t been issued the right uniforms Sargent,” Penelope tried to explain.

Another ticket bounced of her chest.

Leonard Barkly stepped back and addressed the assembled cadets.

“Has anyone else got a problem with the uniforms they were issued with?” he growled and scrutinised the lined out cadets, his eyes blazing.

“First rule. Don’t blame anyone else for your own mistakes. Bishop here obviously fucked up when she got measured up and tried on her uniforms and now she’s trying to blame the quartermaster Sargent for her error,” Barkly’s face looked like it might explode.

“Pick up those tickets Bishop then get back in line,” the Sargent turned his back on the squad of cadets.

“Uniforms may be exchanged once a week on Friday mornings only; you’ll have to make do with what you’ve got until then. Get it!” he spun around and addressed the assembly.

“Sir! Yes sir!” the cadets called out in chorus.

“Now because Bishop here doesn’t like her police blues; why don’t we all get changed into our PT gear and go for a five mile run and then hit the obstacle course. Move!”

“Fuck you Bishop!” someone muttered as the cadets ran back to the dorms to change into their PT gear.

PT rig was also provided as uniform; shorts, t-shirt, sweat-pants and track top. Cadets provided their own athletic footwear and were allowed to wear spandex bike shorts or leggings, which was just as well because Penelope’s shorts and t-shirt were a size too small. At least the spandex helped keep her tuck in place.

PT became competitive as did most subjects at the Academy and Penelope's athletic ability became an asset. She and a black female cadet, Cindy Huxtable, became friendly competitors and helped out some of the less athletically prowess cadets.

Penelope was able to execute some running repairs on her uniforms using a stapler and some pins later in the day and that night she sat up until three in the morning painstakingly adjusting the ill-fitting uniforms by hand with just a needle and thread and a pair of stationery scissors. She did such a good job that several other cadets asked her to fix up their uniforms too. The cadets were relieved when Friday finally arrived and miraculously the quartermaster Sargent found the uniforms that should have been issued to them in the first place.

Penelope was still far from popular however, and every morning she woke up to find a pornographic drawing stuck to the door of her room, usually in the form of a trans woman sporting a huge erect penis or engaging in an obscene act. She would be ticketed for openly displaying pornography if she didn’t get the drawing off her door before the instructors saw it even though it obviously wasn’t her work.

She would often find that her bed had been ransacked, another ticketing offence, and once she came back to her dorm to find the toilet blocked with toilet paper on top of which someone had taken a huge dump.

Penelope excelled at marksmanship, a talent she didn’t know she had, but she had to endure the firearms instructor pressing his erection against her whilst adjusting her stance which he found necessary to do almost constantly. Her legal studies also helped her pass the long and laborious penal code instruction and she and another girl who had been a paralegal before joining the police offered assistance to the other cadets. But try as she might to integrate and assimilate with the others she was ostracised. The other cadets formed cliques along race and gender lines but she was unique and left on the fringe, uninvited to participate in group social activities. She even sat on her own during meal breaks.

What she didn’t realise was that the other cadets had been threatened that they would be ticketed if they offered her friendship or assistance; extra privileges would be granted to those who actively hazed her. After all, why should they care, the tranny was guaranteed a pass even if she flunked every subject. Even with the quota system in place the other cadets needed to remain competitive to graduate.

Penelope’s hazing was all part of Police Chief Daniel Balfour’s plan to harass her out of the Police Department; he could still meet his diversity quota if she resigned because he would still grant her an administrative pass.

But he was not prepared for Penelope's resilience and fortitude; the more that was thrown at her the more it hardened her. It was having the opposite effect to what Chief Balfour wanted; it was making Penelope into a hard-ass cop.

She was ticketed every day repeatedly; Sargent Barkly would stomp on her highly-polished shoes at morning inspection and ticket her, her room would be tossed in her absence and he would ticket her, and she would be ticketed for fabricated breaches of the rules and regulations.

Not all instruction was related to protecting and serving; there were other subjects to be mastered including Departmental administration, pay and allowances, and personnel services.

“Ok you meatheads this morning you have another guest lecturer who will take the class for the whole forenoon,” Sargent Leonard Barkly looked pleased that he would have the morning off.

The door opened and a large African-American woman waddled in. She was wearing a tight blue business suit that hardly contained her huge bust and buttocks; her nylons swished as she walked because her thighs were so big. She put down her large carryall on the instructor’s desk at the front of the classroom.

“Sargent Leonard Barkly; you white, skinny-ass, motherfucker. You still got the smallest schlong in Balwyn,” the woman said without any preamble.

“Sargent Keisha Washington; my cock is still big enough that it makes you wail like a banshee every time I stick it in that fat black bubble-butt ass of yours. You still giving blowjobs to the Chief to keep your job?” Leonard replied.

The cadets looked at each other stunned. The white males amongst them snickered but the rest of the cadets were astounded and insulted.

Keisha walked up to an Asian female cadet sitting in the front row.

“What behaviour did you just witness there Cadet Lee?” she leaned forward and squinted to read Cadet Lee’s name bar.

Cadet Lee was still speechless.

The black woman walked back to the centre of the room, nylons swishing.

“You all just witnessed sexual harassment, sexual discrimination, racial discrimination, racial vilification and a little, totally uncalled for, size discrimination,” she gave Leonard Barkly the evil eye.

“Thank you for the demonstration Sargent Barley I’ll take it from here,” Leonard wasted no time in departing.

“As you probably guessed, that dog and pony show was my little intro into what constitutes inappropriate behaviour in the workplace. I am Sargent Keisha Washington, Balwyn PD’s workplace discrimination and behaviour officer. You have any complaints along these lines that you can’t resolve yourself you bring them to me.”

“Notice I said, ‘if you can’t resolve the complaint yourself’, I ain't your Agony Aunt,” she began to fiddle with the laptop computer.

“I got three hours of compulsory video instruction here that I’m about to cue up. This subject is mandatory and you are required to requalify every twelve months. That said, you need a restroom break, need to make a phone call, need a smoke, got an urgent need to jerk off, whatever the fuck, you go do that; just make sure you fill out the attendance sheet pinned to the noticeboard.”

The video player program came up on the large screen at the front of the classroom.

“The instruction starts now. There will be no Q and A!” Keisha started the video and spent the next three hours fiddling with her phone whilst eating a whole tray of puff pastries.

This summarised Balwyn City PD’s attitude to workplace behaviour and equity and diversity. Just like the minimum minority-group quotas laws, the workplace discrimination laws were given lip service.

Penelope was placed on stoppage of leave for the first two months because of the amount of tickets she had accrued but the Commandant of the Academy refused to extend her punishment beyond that, even though he was pressured by Chief Balfour.

“Look Danny I don’t want that miscreation wearing our uniform any more than you do but she’s top of her class in every subject and confining her to barracks isn’t going to break her. She gets Sundays off like the rest of those dumbasses and that’s final,” the Commandant yelled into the phone.

Penelope was so pleased to be free of the Academy after two months of confinement that she wept. After she had sobbed it all out in her room she fixed her makeup and put on civilian clothes for the first time in eight weeks. Kyle Beamish had flown all the way from California to see her for just one day and she wanted to dress nice for him. Not that it mattered because he took her straight back to his hotel room and had her naked except for her stockings and heels almost immediately.

But once they were naked there was no rush. They sat on the bed facing each other and kissed each other tenderly at first, just pressing their lips together; then Penelope opened her lips slightly and Kyle slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He slowly examined her wet sweet mouth until Penelope couldn’t restrain herself any longer and reciprocated, sliding her tongue into Kyle's mouth. Their tongues met and their lips crushed together; they held each other slightly apart, afraid that bodily contact would ignite what they were building up to too quickly.

Kyle fondled Penelope’s pert breasts; her nipples were already hard and red like berries. He softly caressed the milky globes, circled her areolae and teased her nipples; she inhaled sharply and shivered all over. They both rested their hands on each other’s waists, holding each other apart but craving contact; then slowly, infinitesimally, they dragged their fingers down their soft flesh to their groins.

Both Penelope and Kyle were sporting rigid erections, pre-ejaculate hung in shiny glistening filaments from their penises. Penelope took a strand of Kyle's pre-cum and placed it to her lips, and he took a strand of her pre-cum and did the same. They kissed again, tasting the sweetness of each other’s issue as they began to slowly and softly caress each other’s cocks.

Neither was prepared to hold onto each other’s appendages too tightly or to move too fast in case their suppressed fervour caused a premature ejaculation.

So they sat apart, kissing and gently caressing each other, waiting to see who would be first to surrender to their craving.

It was Kyle.

He pushed Penelope onto her back and she opened her legs wide to receive him and then locked her legs around him when his body pressed against hers. They kissed fervently, their needs unleashed, Penelope reached behind her thigh and found Kyle’s erection impatiently probing between her buttocks; she guided him to her sphincter and gasped when he slid himself inside her all the way.

“Oh yes Kyle,” Penelope whimpered.

She held him close; her arms and legs locking his flesh to hers. Kyle lay on top of her unmoving, but shuddering with desire. He opened his mouth and groaned then his lips fell on her hers. He was unable to control himself and began to ejaculate deep inside her. Penelope felt him convulse and unleash his seed and she too climaxed; Kyle felt her issue burning into his belly.

They didn’t move they just held each other and kissed.

When every scintilla of pleasure had been drawn from their bodies Penelope mewed and encouraged Kyle to climb off her. He was disappointed but not for long. She kicked off her heels and shucked out of her stockings and took his hand and led him to the shower where they started pleasuring each other all over again.

After they had exhausted their desires Kyle took Penelope out for dinner. It was so good to wear real clothes instead of the blue uniform; even the uniform skirts they wore were shapeless and dowdy. The female cadets had seen policewomen wearing tailored skirts made of nicer fabric and although most of the policewomen she observed wore their skirts shorter than the uniform code decreed, they certainly got no grief from the male police officers about it.

Penelope was wearing a simple pink dress, sheer tan nylons, and white high heels; she’d payed attention to her makeup and bushed out her long blonde hair and looked stunning. Kyle was even wearing a blazer with his black jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt. They took their time over dinner. Penelope saw a few of other cadets in the restaurant out with their beaus and she waved discreetly, but few waved back. Kyle noticed.

“Are they giving you grief at the Police Academy Penelope? Is it because of your father or because you’re trans?” Kyle held one of her hands in both of his across the table.

“It’s nothing Kyle. I don’t wanna talk about the Academy ok?” she pulled back her hand.

“I still don’t understand this. Why not come back to Berkeley with me? There are law firms there that would take you in,” Kyle reached across the table for her hand but she snatched it away.

“What the fuck Kyle? We were roommates and fuck-buddies; don’t try to tell me what to do. You sound like fucking Rosemary!” Penelope raised her voice.

Kyle gestured with his hands for her to settle down; people were looking at them.

“Don’t you shush me Kyle! I get told what to do every second of every day at the academy; I don’t need my bed partner to tell me what to do too!” Penelope stood up and threw her napkin on the table.

“So that’s all I am to you? A fuck-buddy?” Kyle stood up too.

All heads in the restaurant turned their way.

“Yeah! That’s what I keep telling you! So you wanna go back to the hotel and fuck or should I just go back to the academy,” Penelope screeched, and quite a few of the diners grinned.

Kyle sat down and began to drink his wine; refusing to look at her.

When Penelope stormed out she was watched intently by police officer Brin Longmire who was sitting in the restaurant, dining alone. He liked Penelope’s sass and he liked her ass and those legs were worth further consideration.

The Balwyn Police Academy was really nothing more than an addition to the downtown Police Plaza, consisting of a barracks, a kitchen, a dining room, a laundry, a parade ground, and two classrooms. The gym and obstacle course were shared facilities with the PD as was the indoor firing range. The Academy Commandant was one of those administrative positions given to a minority, in this case an African American Police Captain. He had a few civilians who worked for him in the kitchen and laundry and who undertook cleaning and gardening duties. But he only had command of a few full-time Police Officers: two course instructors, one of which was Sargent Leonard Barkly, two PT instructors, one male one female, and two firearm instructors.

Because the cadets were required to remain in their dorms overnight they required supervision after the two course instructors finished work. The instructors finished at 1800 daily; and had all of Sunday off. Officers of the Balwyn PD could rack up valuable overtime hours working as duty instructors at the academy; it was easy money and even easier duty. The duty instructor simply checked into the academy at 1800 when instruction finished and supervised the cadets. The duty consisted of ensuring that any cadets who left the academy were back by curfew, supervising dinner, ensuring the cadets didn’t become too rowdy, and making sure they were all tucked in by lights out at 2300.

What the duty really consisted of was eating a free meal, watching TV or porn on one of the Academy computers and conducting regular rounds of the barracks to make sure the cadets weren’t up to no good or fucking each other. The Balwyn City police officers referred to the duty as ‘babysitting’.

After seeing Penelope Bishop at the restaurant police officer Brin Longmire cashed in a few favours and scored overtime at the academy three nights a week.

Penelope lay on her bed in her single dorm still dressed in her pink dress. She was still angry at Kyle; he just didn’t get it!

She thought long and hard about her life choices and her transition from male to transgendered female constantly; it wasn’t a whim. She had also thought long and hard over the years about her father, but had made no attempt to contact him because her mother had told her that it would be a waste of time and because any reprisal from him would likely be heart-breaking for them both.

But that didn’t diminish the love she had for her father. The fact that his murder remained unsolved and nobody seemed intent on solving it meant that she was resolved to do whatever she could to do so. Coupled with Balwyn PD’s gender prejudice she was determined to join the Balwyn PD and try her hardest to make a difference. It seemed that Kyle Beamish and Rosemary Bishop just didn’t understand her.

Despite the Gender Equality Act and the President’s Affirmative Action Executive Order there was still some groundswell against gender diverse people. Mainly in the Southern states but also in other unenlightened enclaves there were pockets of resistance led by the Church, right wing activists, and special interest groups. A transgendered person walking the streets of some towns in the Mississippi in 2025 was as likely to disappear as some of the Civil Rights activists did in the 1960s.

Joining the Balwyn PD was Penelope’s means of making a stance against gender bias and also gave her the opportunity to get close to the legacy left by her father. She was not naive enough to think that a tenderfoot policewoman was going to solve her father’s murder; that only happened in movies not in real life.

She was thinking all these things while lying on her bed when she moved her head and heard paper rustle. Someone had put something under her pillow.

She reached under her pillow and bought out an envelope which had two scanned photographs inside. One was a forensic photograph of her father lying dead behind Morganson’s Hardware. His head was shattered and his arm was outflung and next to his fingertips was what appeared to be a red velvet bag. He had not drawn his weapon and blood and brain matter were draining into a nearby sewer. The second picture was a newspaper clipping with a photograph of Police Chief Daniel Balfour sitting on the edge of his desk. The picture was taken to accompany some puff piece about the Officer Friendly program but circled in blue sharpie was what looked like the same red velvet bag sitting on the Chief’s desk.

Penelope scrutinised the envelope but there was no address or markings to indicate where it came from nor who had sent it. It had to be someone who had access to the academy; likely someone who worked for or with Balwyn PD.

There was nothing she could do with the information while she was at the academy so she put the pictures back in the envelope and hid it in her suitcase. She resolved to do her best with only three weeks to go before graduation. She was pretty certain that she was top of her class but the academy didn’t advise the students of their progress unless they were close to failing; it was another psychological control mechanism Balwyn PD held over the cadets.

She went down to the cafeteria on Monday night and probably half of her class was there eating dinner, the rest had gone to dinner out in the town. She was wearing the mandated uniform for cadets after instruction had finished which in the case of females was skirt, blouse, jacket, hosiery, and black low heels. This was the uniform all females had to wear unless they were undertaking patrol duties or under instruction. Penelope had done what she could to make the uniform fit her a little better by taking up the hem of skirt and taking in her blouse. She wore the regulation smoky grey pantyhose but she had found a store that sold them in fifteen denier nylon rather than the thick hosiery stocked at the Academy clothing store.

As usual she sat by herself and was about to start on her salad when Police Officer Brin Longmire parked himself across from her. She flinched.

“Am I getting a ticket for something sir?” she was so used to being ticketed for any slight or imagined breach of the rules that she fully expected to be cited.

Brin placed his tray down on the table and gave her a radiant smile.

“Hell no! I should be getting a ticket for eating this burger and fries in front of you while you eat that salad,” he took a huge bite of his sandwich.

“Police officers don’t get tickets; only cadets,” Penelope said sourly.

“Jeez, you have no sense of humour,” Brin said around a mouthful of burger.

Penelope couldn’t help but smile; it also helped that Police Officer Brin Longmire was a very handsome man.

“You’re new to this duty right? You know who I am? If you did you would know that you probably shouldn’t be sitting with me and you certainly shouldn’t be nice to me,” Penelope forked a mouthful of salad.

“So… yes I’m new to babysitting, and yes I know who you are, and I give everyone an even break when I first meet them,” he took another bite of his burger.

“So you do know who I am?” Penelope put down her fork.

“That’s why I’m over here having dinner with you,” he smiled that infectious smile again.

Penelope frowned.

“You’re not one of those guys who just want’s to know what it’s like to fuck a tranny are you?” she picked up her fork and pointed it at him.

“You took that all wrong; what I meant by knowing who you are is that you are Charlie Bishop’s daughter. I really respected that guy and I thought it would be nice to sit and talk to you about him,” Brin looked a little wounded.

This got Penelope’s attention.

“But now that you mention it you are pretty hot, even in that shitty uniform,” he said it in such a way that Penelope could tell that he meant no offence.

He reached across the table and took her hand in his.

“Look. Fraternisation between Police Officers and cadets is strictly forbidden and as pretty as you are I’m not going to lose my job trying to get my leg over you. Also, unlike most of the guys in the PD, I’m happy to be friends with a female officer without trying to get into her pants.”

“You looked lonely and I know you get it rough here; it’s no secret, but I liked your father and thought you might like to know more about him,” he released her hand.

“You know my father and I were estranged when I was young?” Penelope’s interest was piqued.

“Yeah. It was a secret he kept close but most of PD knows the story now that you’re here, but that’s not what this is about. I thought you might be interested in your dad as a Police,” Brin smiled that smile.

“I’m Brin Longmire by the way,” he offered his hand.

“And I’m Penelope Bishop,” she shook his hand.

And for three nights a week for the remaining four weeks Brin joined Penelope for dinner and told her stories about her dad.

Graduation day approached and by then the graduating class of cadets had been whittled down to twenty five; their friends and family assembled to see them graduate. Because Penelope, her mother, and Kyle Beamish were still not talking to one and other she had no guests in the crowd but she did see Brin Longmire standing at the back of the room.

Police Chief Daniel Balfour stood at the dais, flanked by Mayor Frank Cannon. He waited for silence and then began his speech.

“Fellow officers, ladies and gentlemen, graduating class of cadets, it gives me great pleasure to call forward Police Cadet Penelope Bishop. Cadet Bishop has topped every subject in the curricula and she is about to receive a special award,” he announced proudly.

Penelope was quite astounded that she was going to be given an award for duxing the course. She had suspected that she might be the valedictorian but as she had not been advised accordingly she didn’t have a speech prepared. She would have to wing it.

When she climbed on the stage the Police Chief stepped forward and Penelope offered her hand but he did not offer his in return.

“Here, stand right there Missy,” he led her to a spot centre stage and returned to the podium.

“As you know; if a cadet is issued more than fifty tickets they are dismissed from the Academy but we know that Cadet Bishop is a special case. So for breaking the Police Academy record and racking up over two hundred tickets here is your reward,” the Chief chuckled.

Hundreds of small yellow of tickets fell from the ceiling covering Penelope like confetti. The audience all laughed and cheered and she saw that quite a few of them had their phones out and were filming her. Penelope felt utterly ashamed but she couldn’t leave; she was made to stand there until the audience settled down then was directed her to take her place with the rest of the cadets.

She wanted to run away but she was forced to watch as a string of white males came forward to collect their prizes for topping classes that she actually topped. Some of them were obviously embarrassed as they knew that they had not earned the accolades they received. Then she watched the graduating class collect their certificates and their shields from the Mayor. Because of the demerits she had received for every ticket issued to her, her scores were weighted accordingly and she graduated bottom of her class.

By the time she collected her certificate and shield the rest of graduating class and their guests had left. Brin Longmire was the single member of the audience remaining. He came forward when she stepped down from the stage and gave her a hug.

“Congratulations Penelope,” he squeezed her chastely.

“Those fuckers; I don’t know how they could accept those awards with a straight face,” he whispered in her ear.

“Fuck them. I still got my shield, that’s all I care about,” she refused to cry.

“So Police Officer Bishop, how about a celebratory drink?” he held her at arm’s length

“I’m sorry Brin. I’m not in the mood; maybe tomorrow. Saturday is good for me because I have to move out of the Academy and into my apartment on Sunday,” she explained.

Balwyn was a cop town and the PD had a special relationship with the property rental agencies whereby all the cops got a significant discount on their rent. All of the graduating class had great apartments to move into and their rents were considerably lower than the market rate. Penelope was greeted cordially by the realtors when she identified herself as a member of the PD but as soon as she gave them her name she was shut out. She had tried to rent an apartment in person, over the phone and online but as soon as she identified herself as Penelope Bishop she was given short shrift. She eventually managed to get a pokey little apartment in one of least salubrious areas of the city.

She pecked Brin on the cheek and managed to get back to her dorm before she started crying. She fell on the bed and sobbed. She had just about cried herself out when there was a hammering on the door.

“What fresh hell now!” she got off the bed and swung open the door.

The four female minorities of the graduating class were standing there; Cindy Huxtable was grinning from ear to ear.

“We all agreed that it sucked that those skinny-ass white boys took all the awards when they clearly hadn’t earned them so we made you your own special award,” Cindy grinned.

From behind her back she produced a piece of polished wood with a huge gold-gilded penis-shaped dildo mounted on it. Underneath was an inscription.

‘Presented to Balwyn Police Academy’s best Tranny Trainee – 2025 - Police Cadet Penelope Bishop’

The girls started giggling and laughing and at first she thought they were hazing her but then she realised they meant the joke in good humour. She burst out laughing and took the proffered gold-plated phallus.

“I’ll treasure it,” she laughed and the girls all laughed with her.

“Come on Bishop, ditch those blues, put on your party dress and come with us to celebrate,” the girls all nodded enthusiastically.

It was difficult putting on makeup whilst she was tearing up but she got there; lots of heavy eye makeup and bright red lipstick. She put on her shortest skirt, a tube top, sheer-to-the waist tan pantyhose and fuck-me high heels. She’d teased out her hair and her chunky jewellery clanked when she walked. But her tears were tears of happiness.

She met the girls out the front of the Academy and off they went to hit the bars. They drank heavily, bar hopping from place to place, turning down invitations to buy them drinks they received from the barflies. They were happy to be in each other’s company. Finally they hit The Longhorn bar, Penelope didn’t want to go but the others wanted to meet up with their classmates now that they were newly appointed police officers.

“Fuck it! I’m a cop now so no reason I can’t drink at a cop bar,” she declared drunkenly.

As she expected, the four female minorities were grudgingly welcomed by the other cops drinking in The Longhorn, but she was ignored and was soon left sitting on her own nursing a drink. She was thinking of leaving the bar when Molly Harper came over.

“Hey sugar-tits; I hear you finally graduated,” Molly gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Penelope explained how she had been robbed of her place at the top of the class and Molly nodded sagely.

“Same thing happened to me sugar. The fuckers couldn’t fail me ‘cause they were down on quota but they tried their best to haze me out of the Academy. Fuck em! Let’s drink a toast to Penelope Bishop following in the shoes of her much revered father, even if he was a flatfoot and she wears Christian Louboutin’s,” Molly raised her glass.

Penelope laughed at the joke and downed her drink.

“Hey honey I gotta go soon and you look like you’re carrying a load; why don’t we split a cab?” Molly said.

Penelope was about to say yes when she caught sight of the handsome features of Brin Longmire looking her way. He tipped his glass to her and smiled.

“I’m gonna stick around a while and celebrate; I’m in a cop bar so I figure I’m as safe as anywhere,” Penelope said.

“Ok honey but you take care. Go straight home after you finish here ok?” she patted Penelope on the back of her hand and pushed back her chair.

Molly was only just out the door when Brin sauntered over to Penelope with that easy gait he had. He was tall dark and handsome and dressed in tight jeans, boots and a short-sleeved shirt open at the neck that showed off his muscular arms and chest.

He took a chair uninvited and grinned at Penelope.

“Shit Bishop you been hiding all that prettiness under your drab uniform,” he raised a hand to signal a waitress.

“Well please sit down Officer Longmire,” Penelope tried to be flippant but she slurred the word officer, pronouncing it ‘oshifer’.

“Whoa! You been celebrating I see. You want a coke instead?” Brin smiled at her as the waitress approached.

“Yeah; with a double shot of JD in it please,” Penelope directed her response to waitress who looked questioningly at Brin.

Brin nodded and she went to the bar to get their drinks.

“She doesn't need your approval to get me a drink,” Penelope said indignantly.

“She’s just doing her job; they shouldn’t serve intoxicated patrons,” Brin raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

“Shit Brin; every cop in here looks like they’re shitfaced,” Penelope responded.

“Yeah well…” Brin let his response hang there.

The drinks arrived and Brin made small talk; it was obvious that he was taken with her but Penelope was pissed off at the world at the moment starting with her mother, then Kyle Beamish, closely followed by Sargent Barkly and then the assholes in her graduating case. She wasn’t really following Brin’s conversation, she was thinking drunkenly about how she could get revenge on all the assholes that she was currently pissed at.

“You wanna get outta here?” she grinned at Brin Longmire and reached across the table and took his hand.

Brin was taken aback. He came over here to make a move on Penelope Bishop but he didn’t expect it would be this easy. He looked around the room studying the crowd.

“You worried those assholes will see you leaving with a tranny?” Penelope withdrew her hand.

“I’m not worried about anything honey,” Brin took back her hand and helped her to her feet.

He led Penelope outside and quite a few heads turned to watch them leave. He was leading Penelope to his pickup when she grabbed him and pulled him to her, nearly falling as Brin held her against the wall to stop her. She leaned in and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back and pulled her tighter; she reached down and found him hard in his jeans. He was disappointingly small but what he had was adequate and appeared to be quite ready.

“You’re not backwards in coming forward are you?” Brin gasped into her mouth.

“You wanna take me home and fuck me or you wanna stay here and discuss my morals?” Penelope smirked.

Brin helped her into the cab of his pickup and Penelope collapsed into the seat. She was snoozing when Brin pulled up outside the accommodation block at the Police Academy.

“You taking me home?” Penelope said a little disappointed.

“Only because you have your own room,” Brin helped her out of the cab and kissed her for a while and then led her to her dorm.

She kissed him at the door and he opened it and led her inside, closing and latching the door behind them. He turned on the lights and led her to the bed, kissing her all the way.

“Turn out the lights,” Penelope whined.

“No babe, I want to see your beautiful face when we make love,” Brin caressed her cheek.

“Ok honey; why don’t you get out of those clothes and let me see that tight, hot, body,” Penelope raked her fingers down his chest.

Brin needed no further invitation; he took his cell-phone from his back pocket and put it on the nightstand and then quickly shucked out of his clothes while Penelope used the bathroom. He was lying on the bed naked when she came out; he was disappointed that she was still dressed.

“It’s not fair Penny; I’m naked and you’re still fully clothed,” he whined.

Penelope jumped on the bed facing him on her hands and knees.

“I stopped being Penny when I was fifteen. Anyway, why don’t you undress me just like you are unwrapping a Christmas present,” she grinned at him.

“Why don’t you suck my cock?” he pulled her up the bed and pushed her face towards his groin.

“Aren’t you the gentleman?” Penelope chuckled and lowered her face to his penis.

It was easy for her to take all of him in her mouth and she did just that, alternately sucking on his cock and then working her tongue on his fraenulum and licking his scrotum. Brin lay back and guided her face up and down on his shaft, groaning with pleasure. Penelope bought him to extremis a number of times and then backed off when she felt him about to orgasm. She reached under skirt and freed her own penis, she was becoming tumescent and it was uncomfortable taped to her perineum, she worked the muscles in her groin and her testes descended from her inguinal canals into her scrotum. Her cock became erect and pushed against her pantyhose gusset. She liked the feel of the sheer nylon caressing her penis.

“How long are you going to tease me?” Brin sighed as she continued to fellate him.

She spat out his cock and looked up at him; she looked gorgeous with her heavy makeup and ruby-red lipstick.

“I thought you were going to unwrap me like a Christmas present?” she teased him.

“I don’t unwrap my Christmas presents; I tear them open,” Brin smirked down at her.

“Well I suppose and a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” her green eyes lit with mischief.

Brin needed no further coaxing; he leapt from under her and pulled her to her knees. Penelope laughed as he lifted her skirt and struggled to pull down her panties; she deliberately teased him by keeping her legs closed but gyrated her buttocks seductively. Finally Brin’s impatience got the better of him and he wrapped the wispy garment in his fist and ripped it from her body.

“You do tear open your presents!” Penelope began to laugh uncontrollably.

Brin gazed down on her smooth soft buttocks clad only in the gossamer fabric of her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; they were magnificent. His cock was leaking pre-ejaculate and he was so horny that he was scared he would come on her ass before he got inside her. Penelope was still laughing like a hyena when Brin tore open the crotch of her pantyhose and drove himself inside her.

Because his cock was not particularly large and so well lubricated by pre-cum, it slid right inside her without causing Penelope any pain. In fact it felt wonderful and she pushed back against him and wriggled her buttocks seductively and clenched and unclenched her sphincter.

Brin grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and fucked her hard and fast and Penelope began to moan, his penis was just long enough so that the tip of glans pressed on her prostate when he drove himself all the way in.

“Ride ‘em cowboy!” Penelope cackled as Brin fucked her harder and slapped her buttocks.

She felt Brin pull her back hard against him as he orgasmed; his cock pulsed inside her and his ejaculate ran from her sphincter and dribbled down her thighs, soaking into her pantyhose. She was close to coming too but the booze held her back.

She managed to orgasm the third time Brin fucked her; by now she was naked except for her heels and hosiery and she ejaculated into front of her pantyhose, pushing against Brin’s flat hard stomach as he fucked her on her back with her ankles over his shoulders. She fell asleep not long after and awoke in the early hours to find that he had left.

She rolled over and fell back asleep, contented and exhausted.

To be continued.

Penelope awoke on Saturday morning and after she had showered and recovered enough from her hangover she sent Brin Longmire a text to which she got no response. She had a busy day packing up and moving into her new apartment so she didn’t really care that he didn’t respond. She moved her stuff into her pokey little apartment which was located in one of the least salubrious areas of the city. She was just happy to be an appointed police officer and to be able to live her life as she wanted, free of the shackles of the Police Academy.

After she had moved her meagre possessions into her new digs she sent another text to Brin to see if their Saturday night date was still on but again she got no reply. She called him twice but he didn’t answer and she started to think that her fear that Brin just wanted a one night stand might ring true.

She had plenty to do and of course all of the tailoring services accredited to the Balwyn City Police Department wanted nothing to with her so she bought a second hand sewing machine and set about tailoring her uniforms to fit, which took up most of her time over the weekend.

She unpicked and re-sewed her blouses so that they fitted her unique frame and her size B breasts and did the same with the two jackets she had been issued. The pants presented a problem because she would have to take them apart to put a lining in them and she decided to just peg and crutch them so they fitted her better; she would continue to wear pantyhose underneath them to combat the itchy fabric until she could buy a better quality garment. She worked on her skirts, lifting the hems, shaping them to fit and putting in a kick pleat as she had seen other female police officers do. When she finished she had a decent array of uniforms that fitted her very nicely.

Of course being in Texas, the Balwyn PD was very pedantic about their choice of firearms. Each new police officer was issued with their service sidearm, a Smith and Wesson M&P40 .40 calibre and also entitled to an off duty weapon they could carry concealed. Penelope went to the accredited gun store, showed the gunsmith her credentials and took her time selecting her personal weapon. She took a Glock 27 .40 calibre subcompact to the indoor range at the back of the store and after putting fifty rounds downrange she decided that it would be the perfect weapon for her. It used the same ammunition as her service weapon which was handy.

Saturday night she called her mother and then Kyle and told them that she had graduated and was now a police officer in the Balwyn City Police Department but neither seemed particularly interested. Both of them implored her to return to Berkeley California so she clipped the conversations short, advising both of them that she had chosen the career that she intended to pursue at this stage of her life.

All of Sunday was taken up with sewing and trying to make her apartment liveable and having received no responses from Brin to either her text messages or telephone calls she gave up on him. She concentrated on presenting herself at Police Plaza on Monday as a professional and fully trained Police Officer, willing to learn on the job and be the best she could be. She put Brin Longmire in the ‘tranny chaser’ box, she was disappointed but not surprised. She knew that her own behaviour was probably a contributor to the situation, behave like a slut and get treated like a slut.

With her uniforms tailored, her weapons issued and feeling exhilarated at being free of the Academy she finally felt like a real police officer, she slept very soundly on Sunday night looking forward to starting her new career.

Penelope turned up at Police Plaza on Monday morning ready to serve and protect, the motto drilled into the cadets at the Police Academy. She was nervous but excited, wearing her blue pants and jacket with her sliver shield pinned to her chest. Police Officers were only allowed to relax their jackets when it got too hot or if they were in the confines of Police Plaza or a precinct house and then they pinned their shields to their belts on the top of their pants or skirts if they were female. The badges were too heavy to pin on their shirts and blouses.

All of the graduating class had been directed to report to the morning shift rollcall brief to receive their assignments. Most of them would be assigned to a more experienced police officer and conduct patrol and response duties. Penelope went to use the ladies before the brief and was not surprised to find that the doors to toilets which were marked ‘Gentlemen’ and ‘Ladies’ had been defaced. The Ladies sign had a crude drawing of a woman sporting an erect penis and the word ‘Trannies’ written on a piece of paper taped to it. She snatched it off and threw it in the bin and used the facilities.

She followed the signs to the briefing room or ‘squad room’ as police officers called it and found the place packed with men and women dressed in blue. She was shocked to see that a pull-down screen at the front of the room had a pornographic movie projected on it. On closer inspection she realised that she and Brin Longmire were the stars of the movie.

“Asshole” she hissed under her breath.

She hadn’t noticed that Brin had turned on the camera of his phone and trained it on the bed when he had put it on the nightstand in her room. She decided that being demure and submissive was not a course of action to take this time. She would put Brin Longmire back in his box.

Penelope strode to the front of the squad room and clicked the laptop, freezing the frame so that Brin Longmire was mid-stroke fucking her in the ass. She put her face right up to the screen and studied it for a beat and turned to the assembled police officers.

“Hey you know they say the camera adds on ten pounds; funny how in your case it didn’t make your tiny wiener look any bigger at all Brin,” she said.

“I think a girl’s got a right to something that comes close to satisfying her; isn’t that right ladies?” she held up her hand, her thumb and forefinger an inch apart.

The squad room burst out laughing while Brin Longmire blushed and lowered his head in shame.

“Maybe that’s why your wife is so pissed off at you Brin; you can’t bring home the meat!” a bon-vivant announced.

“So you’ve been putting a hotdog in the front of your PT shorts all these years to make yourself look bigger? Is that why you only ever want to fuck with the lights out?” a female officer joked from the back of the room.

Brin seethed with anger and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Penelope switched off the projector and the laptop, and made her way to the back of the squad room, happy that she had turned the situation around on Brin. All of the minorities were situated at the rear of the squad room; the pecking order was still in play outside of the Academy.

The Duty Sargent called roll and gave a brief on wants and warrants, local crime patterns, and finally issued duty assignments. Every officer got paired up except her.

“Bishop; evidence room,” he barked and turned to leave.

Penelope sprang forward and caught the Sargent on the shoulder.

“Hey! How am I supposed to complete my training as a police officer if I don’t get out on patrol?” she implored him.

“Bishop, I just issue duty assignments; I don’t write them, see the Lieutenant,” he replied.

He leaned in very close and whispered in her ear.

“If you don’t like the evidence room you can always come to my office and suck my dick. It’s bigger than Longmire’s,” he grinned.

Penelope blushed.

“And go home at lunchtime and change; you’re in the wrong uniform,” he growled.

Penelope found the evidence room. There was a Perspex window with a large slot for accepting and issuing evidence, beside it was a door fitted with a security lock. She knocked on the door and it was opened by an old fat policeman whose food-stained shirt was bursting at the buttons.

“Oh it’s you, they told me you’d be working for me,” he bit into a sandwich and opened the door to let her in.

“That’s your work station there,” he pointed with his sandwich.

“They taught you how to log evidence at the Academy right? Well make a start on that,” he waved at a huge accumulation of evidence bags piled on her desk and beside it on the floor.

“I’m Penelope Bishop,” she held out her hand trying to be civil.

“I know what you are. Get started, those bags won’t log themselves,” the man dropped his bulk into his saggy chair and concentrated on eating his sandwich which he was washing down with a litre of Coke.

Penelope soon came to realise that officer Tony Abbot was the laziest man on the force. He worked in the evidence room because he was too unfit for patrol duties and no one would partner with him. He was also a drunk who kept a pint of cheap liquor in his desk which he usually started drinking at lunch. Besides eating and drinking, his other favourite pastime was watching porn on his desktop computer. He deliberately didn’t cover the screen or turn down the volume, even when she asked him to do so. He was fast approaching retirement age and was only hanging on to maximise his pension.

During the lunch break she drove home in her Honda to change. She removed her jacket, kicked off her shoes, took off her pants and shucked out of her black pantyhose and replaced them with regulation smoky grey pantyhose; being fifteen denier they were a lot sheerer than the black ones she wore under her pants. She smoothed them up her legs, admiring the feel of the gossamer fabric on her toned legs. She put on her skirt and smoothed it out. It fitted her well, the hem was much shorter than regulation and showed a lot of leg; she stepped into her low-heeled dress shoes and but her jacket back on. She clipped her sidearm and to her duty belt and put it on. It was weighty having her weapon, spare ammo, an extendable baton, capsicum spray, and police radio attached to it.

Technology had come along way and the police radio, or PRs as the cops referred to them, was lightweight and state of the art, it was encrypted and connected to an earpiece by Bluetooth. It was also linked the tablet inside the officer’s allocated vehicle. The PR had a GPS tracker incorporated and could send voice and data. She was required to wear the PR whenever she was on duty and not in the stationhouse. She would take off her duty belt when she went back in the evidence room and hang it on a peg beside Tony Abbot’s duty belt, whose weapon she noted was grimy and most likely had not been unholstered for months. She could also take off her jacket and clip her shield to her belt.

She made quite the impression when she came back into Police Plaza; she confidently walked down the corridor to Evidence turning heads as she went.

Now that she was wearing a skirt, Tony Abbot found a new pastime. All of the evidence had to be boxed and stowed once it had been bar-scanned, checked for tampering and chain of custody and had a crime number assigned to it. The evidence box was assigned the same crime number and the computer told the operator precisely where on which shelf to put it among the labyrinth of shelving they called the ‘stacks’. Tony Abbot reprogrammed the computer to assign most of the boxes to the top shelf which meant Penelope had to climb up the wheeled ladder about ten feet to stow the boxes.

It was a two person job and Tony would stand under the ladder looking up her skirt while handing her the boxes. She once even caught him with his hand down his pants while he gawked at her underwear.

There was one bonus to working in the evidence room; Tony Abbot usually fell asleep around two in the afternoon, earlier sometimes depending on when he hit the bottle, and that left her free to check the evidence relating to her father’s murder. It took her about two months to become completely familiar with the evidence logging software and confident enough that she could search for evidence without leaving any trace of her having done so.

Penelope went into the stacks of shelving and laid out some cleaning products and wipes on the table; it was to be her excuse for being back there if caught. Then she logged in and found the crime number assigned to Charlie Bishop’s murder and the location of the evidence pack into the stacks. She climbed the ladder and took down the evidence box assigned to his crime number. There evidence bags assigned to the case consisted mainly of spent cartridge cases, crime scene photographs and forensic material such as fibres, prints, and some of the his clothing.

She choked when she saw his uniform shirt soaked in dried blood but she was more interested in the red velvet bag that she had seen in the photographs left under her pillow. She squeezed the evidence bag containing the red velvet bag and was almost certain that it was empty. But she decided to open it anyway. She ripped open the plastic evidence bag open with her teeth and extracted the red velvet bag and pulled on the drawstring. It appeared to be empty but on further inspection she felt a miniscule bump in the bottom right corner of the bag.

Penelope reached in and dragged out a fragment of stone with her fingernail; it glowed a dull red. The put the red fragment into a small ziplock bag and tucked it into her pocket. She lay out everything in the evidence box and took photographs of everything with her phone. Next came the tricky part; she put the red velvet bag into another evidence bag and sealed it and then went out front to her desk. Tony Abbot sat comatose in his chair with his head tilted back snoring and she carefully sat down and scanned the barcode on the evidence bag, replacing the evidence bag number in the online evidence log. She went back out into the storage room and did her best to return all of the evidence bags back into the box in the same order that she could best recall and then climbed the ladder and returned the evidence box to its assigned place.

“Whatcha doing up there ‘legs’?” it was Tony’s demeaning nickname for her.

Penelope was shocked and nearly fell off the ladder. She recovered the best way she knew how.

“I was going to call out to out to you Tony; can you pass me up the spray and wipe, some of these shelves are really dusty,” she smiled down at him.

It was a thin alibi; Balwyn PD hired civilian cleaners and those who had to clean in sensitive areas of building were security cleared to do so but no one wanted to wipe down acres of shelving. Besides it gave Tony the ideal opportunity to look up Penelope’s skirt. She might be a tranny but those legs clad in sheer grey nylons and that ass encased in those pretty satin panties were a delight to behold.

Tony passed the cleaning products up to Penelope and she deliberately stepped out and put a foot on one shelf to balance herself which caused her skirt to open wide so that Tony could enjoy the view. He lost any interest in why his partner was amongst the stacks by herself . Instead he spent a leisurely half hour gazing up Penelope’s skirt until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then he raced back to his computer to bring up some tranny porn and opened his desk to extract the little nylon footlet that he put over his cock when he masturbated. Penelope knew about it and called it ‘crusty the sock’.

“Just keep cleaning back there Bishop; I’ll call you when I need you,” Tony called out as he extracted his erect cock from his pants.

She was already down from the ladder, leaning back against the shelving smiling to herself.

“Men! They are so fucking easy,” she whispered to herself.

Penelope had a different moral code than most people. She was not shy about sex and she liked it, as had been evidenced in her willingness to trade blowjobs with boys she liked when she was younger and then her outright slatternish behaviour when she had almost demanded that Kyle Beamish and Brin Longmire fuck her. She was not afraid or disgusted by using sex as a means to get her way so long as she enjoyed it. She didn’t particularly like that fat slug Tony Abbot looking up her skirt while she performed for him on the ladder, but it did the job of distracting him.

In fact Penelope didn’t think of herself in terms of being homosexual, heterosexual, or bisexual. She was of course transgender, but her sexual peccadillos varied to the extreme. She just thought of herself as sexual.

Which was proven not long after she had moved into her apartment. At first she was preoccupied with all the hassles that go with moving into a new abode, changing her mailing address, selecting an Internet provider, getting her name on the utilities, decorating the place, generally making a home for herself. She spent a lot of time researching her father’s murder, as much as she could from open sources. But she soon craved company.

She had received plenty of offers of casual sex from some of the other police officers; especially those who had seen the video of her fucking with Brin Longmire, but even though some of then were handsome she didn’t trust them after the incident with Brin. Besides, she might not be the most moral person she was not going to let some policeman ‘hate fuck’ her. They might want to get into her pants but those assholes still treated her like shit at work.

One of the few exceptions was Molly Harper. She renewed her childhood friendship with Molly and they became drinking buddies. They stayed away from the Longhorn and Molly took her to the few gay bars, tranny bars and other eclectic drinking holes in Balwyn that she knew of, usually on Friday and Saturday nights.

One night she took Penelope to a dyke bar called The Tunnel which was a different experience for Penelope. She found that she quite liked being a in a ‘women-only’ bar, away from leering men who usually baulked when they discovered that she was trans. Not that she didn’t receive more than a few appreciative glances in The Tunnel. As usual she was dressed ultra-femme, short black leather skirt, mauve satin blouse worn open to show her breasts, sheer tan pantyhose and shiny black ‘fuck-me’ pumps. Her long blonde hair was teased out, her makeup heavy and her jewellery cheap and excessive; she liked to dress this way when they went bar-hopping.

She sat beside Molly who was dressed in her usual weekend attire consisting of jeans, Western shirt and cowboy boots. She was a big girl but carried her weight well; most of it concentrated in her large bosom and booty-butt, and she made the most of her dark wavy hair which framed a face that was pretty with only a little improvement from cosmetics. They were drinking beer with JD chasers; both of them liked to drink, sometimes to excess and both were well in the bag again tonight.

An attractive woman wearing an elegant tailored white pantsuit complete with a trilby hat approached. Her makeup was carefully applied, her shoulder-length red hair had been straightened and dyed with deeper red highlights, she appeared to be wearing spike-heeled Jimmy Choo’s. She exuded confidence, glamour and refinement and a cloud of expensive perfume.

“You always go for the lipstick lezzies don’t you Harper?” the woman sidled between them, smiling salaciously.

“Penelope is my friend,” Molly grinned back at her.

“With benefits?” the woman’s grin widened.

“You would be surprised what benefits Penelope is endowed with; but why don’t you ask her yourself Gillian?” Molly said sarcastically.

“Penelope Bishop meet Gillian Wells, my good friend and one time lover,” Molly made the introductions and Gillian turned to Penelope and leaned in and kissed her cheek which Penelope found a little forward.

“Oh much more than ‘one time’, Molly,” Gillian slid her hand along Molly’s thigh.

“You know what I mean Gillian,” Molly countered and removed Gillian’s hand.

Gillian feigned pouting in a childish way, her bright-red lipsticked lips puckered.

“We had a bad breakup but we are friends now, aren’t we diddums?” she said to Molly, then turned to Penelope and placed a hand on her thigh.

“Be careful that she doesn’t snag your nylons with her nails; she likes to get her talons into people,” Molly countered.

“Come on Molly, we are friends who understand our little back and forth repartee but I don’t want to scare off this delightful creature,” Gillian drew lazy circles with her finger on Penelope’s thigh causing her sheer nylons to sheen under the coloured lights.

“I do like a girly girl,” Gillian beamed at Penelope as a cocktail appeared in front of her apparently without bidding.

Gillian picked up her cocktail and sucked on the straw while her other hand continued to draw circles on Penelope’s thigh.

“Well I am a girly girl but then I’m not,” Penelope smiled back.

Gillian looked puzzled and shook her head, unsure of Penelope’s meaning.

Penelope leaned in and whispered something drowned out by the unce, unce, unce, of the disco beat.

A grin grew on Gillian’s face and her eyes sparkled with delight.

“Oh how wonderfully decadent! Molly has a girlfriend with dick! The best of both worlds!” she clapped her hands together like an excited toddler.

“She’s my friend, not my girlfriend!” Molly snapped back at her.

“Well in that case can I play with her? I’ve never been with one but I’ve always wanted to try,” Gillian’s hand went back to Penelope’s thigh, this time higher.

“Don’t treat her like she’s a piece of meat! She’s a person not a plaything and she’s sitting right there so ask her not me!” Molly was genuinely angry now.

Gillian turned to Penelope and was about to speak when Penelope put out a finger and placed it against Gillian’s lips to silence her.

“Yes I am a person; but I have always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. So take me home and make me your plaything, just for tonight” Penelope surprised them all by leaning in and kissing Gillian passionately.

“Is that ok Molly?” Penelope asked.

“Hey sugar-tits, I’m half in the bag and ready to go to sleep. If you fancy your chances with this reptile go ahead, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Molly eased herself off her stool.

“Call me in the morning; I want to make sure Gillian hasn’t eaten you alive,” Molly dropped some notes on the bar and turned to leave.

“Oh honey don’t be jealous; I’m going to eat her and she’s going to eat me… all night long,” Gillian called after her.

Molly raised her middle finger in reply as she walked out the door.

“Just you and me sugar-tits,” Gillian grinned.

“Don’t call me that, Molly can get away with it but I don’t know you well enough,” Penelope removed Gillian’s hand from her thigh.

“Oh you will soon honey; you will soon,” she put out her hand and Penelope took it.

Gillian’s apartment was opulent. Not that Penelope saw much of it because Gillian led her straight to the bedroom. Kissing Gillian was a new and sensuous experience for Penelope. Gillian felt so feminine and tender in her arms, their breasts pressing together, their lipstick smearing, and their perfume mingling; it felt both exotic and erotic. Gillian, who was used to seducing young women, enjoyed the difference. Penelope felt and tasted just like any other woman she had been with until Penelope released her gaff and she felt Penelope’s hard cock pressing against her.

“Wow! This is so wonderful! You are so sweet and feminine but that bulge you’re pressing against me is so very different but exciting,” Gillian reached under Penelope’s skirt and squeezed her cock through her panties.

Penelope responded by undressing Gillian down to her underwear. Penelope freed Gillian of her jacket and blouse but insisted that she step back into her Jimmy Choo’s so that they were the same height. She was surprised to find that Gillian wore pantyhose under her suit pants but it was likely she wore them for the same reasons that Penelope did, to help the trouser fabric slide easily over her legs. She thought Gillian looked very sexy dressed only in panties, bra, pantyhose and high heels.

Gillian was not so subtle undressing Penelope and ripped off her skirt and blouse leaving her dressed identically. Now that they were down to their underwear, they could begin to explore each other starting with their bosoms. They sat on the bed and unclasped each other’s bras, freeing their breasts. They stroked each other’s globes, Gillian’s being quite pendulous compared to Penelope’s pert, implanted, B-cups. Their nipples became erect like berries and they toyed with the nubbins with the tips of their fingers, gently caressing the engorged buds. They kissed whilst engaging in breast-play and it was Penelope who first broke the kiss so that she could suckle Gillian’s nipples.

Penelope’s first time sucking and nipping at another woman’s breast was a unique experience but she just imitated how she liked her own breasts to be fondled and suckled, and soon had Gillian mewing with her head thrown back in delight. She eased Gillian down on the bed and lay on top of her, she continued to attend to Gillian’s breasts whilst rubbing her legs along Gillian’s; the hissing of their nylons joined the sounds of Gillian’s soft languid sighs.

Gillian pulled Penelope on top of her and lifted her face from her breasts so they could continue to kiss, she opened her legs and encouraged Penelope to press her groin against her mound. Penelope felt her hard penis pressing against Gillian’s pliant sex very erotic and exciting; she could feel the dewy warmth of Gillian’s vulva through the layers of satin and silk. Penelope pressed harder against Gillian’s sex and then got to her knees and impatiently tore off her panties and eased Gillian’s down her legs and over her Jimmy Choo’s.

See saw the gleaming wetness in the crotch of Gillian’s sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and was intrigued by the sight of her vaginal petals and scent of her secretions. Penelope had seen plenty of vagina’s in porn movies, but this was the first time that she had been up close and personal with one.

“Oh course! You’ve never been with a woman before have you?” Gillian smiled up at Penelope and placed a finger on her labia.

Penelope shook her head and continued to stare at Gillian’s sex, fascinated by it.

“So what do you think of your first encounter with a cunt?” Gillian giggled.

“I’ll let you know after I’ve tasted it,” Penelope smiled lewdly and lowered her face into Gillian’s groin.

She pressed her lips to the gossamer fabric of Gillian’s pantyhose and licked Gillian’s labia. Gillian opened her legs wider, gripped Penelope by her hair and pushed her face harder into her groin as she writhed with pleasure. Penelope snagged her teeth into Gillian’s pantyhose and tore out the crotch, then began to lick her cunt in earnest.

“Oh my god!” Gillian cried as Penelope’s tongue slipped inside the folds of her sex and found her clitoris.

Penelope was enjoying exploring Gillian’s vagina, the puffy outer lips, she pink fleshy labia and the little hooded kernel of her clitoris which she soon discovered was highly sensitive. She soon came to realise that she needed to treat the little joy-spot with tenderness and gently lapped at it while Gillian entangled her hands in her hair and guided her mouth to where she wanted it most.

“Turn around honey and kneel over me; let me return the favour,” Gillian begged and Penelope was more than willing to comply.

Penelope scooted around so that they were in the sixty-nine position, her penis sheathed in her translucent pantyhose. Gillian had encountered penises before she realised she was lesbian and knew how to manipulate them. She raised her head off the pillows and lapped at Penelope’s nylon-sheathed erection, working her tongue around the corona of the glans and then using the tip of her tongue on Penelope’s fraenulum.

It was Penelope’s turn to gasp and then she returned to working her tongue on Gillian’s sex, lapping up her vaginal secretions which she found to be both delectable and enticing. Gillian pressed a long, red, manicured nail into the web of glossy pantyhose material encasing Penelope's scrotum and tore a hole just big enough to ease Penelope’s erect penis through and then she took the engorged flesh in her mouth and began to suckle it.

Gillian was more than happy to suck on Penelope’s turgid phallus but did not want her scrotum dangling in her face so the present compromise was perfect. This was ingeminated by Penelope's moans of delight at the delightful sensations of having Gillian suck her hard cock whilst her sensitive scrotum was shrouded in her pantyhose. Her increase in sexual delectation was repaid as Penelope lapped harder at Gillian's clitoris and inserted two fingers into her vaginal sheath.

Both women were driving each other wild as they respectively enjoyed cunnilingus and fellatio, but they were both cognisant that the ultimate carnal gratification awaited; the reason Gillian wanted Penelope and she wanted Gillian. It was something almost taboo to them both but something they both relished the anticipation of consummating. Simultaneously they sensed that now was the time and Penelope extracted herself from Gillian briefly to reverse her position so that she lay between her legs.

Penelope kissed Gillian and explored her mouth; Gillian could taste herself on Penelope’s breath. Their breasts squished together, their nipples engorged and tender, they gasped into each other’s mouths as they writhed and pressed their bodies together.

“Honey I want this so much; do you?” Gillian looked up into Penelope’s beautiful green eyes.

Penelope smiled down at her lover and nodded.

Gillian took Penelope’s throbbing phallus in her hand and guided it into the folds of her sex. Penelope gasped as for the first time in her life she experienced her penis sliding into a tight, slick, warm, tunnel. She drove herself all the way inside Gillian delighting in the sensation of her flesh gripping her swollen member. Gillian revelled in the feel of the hard but pliant penis invading her tight hole; she had on countless occasions experienced a dildo or a vibrator penetrating her but the feel of this delightful creature’s member inside her was exquisite.

“Fuck me darling,” Gillian gasped and locked her legs around Penelope to encourage her.

They were both amazed by the juxtaposition of their femininity and Penelope’s virile penis. The feel of their sheer nylons rubbing against their bodies, the taste and texture of their makeup and perfume, their soft delicate flesh; all so womanly, obverse to Penelope’s hard cock droving itself in and out of Gillian’s tight cunt.

Penelope relished the feeling of her cock, encased by Gillian’s tight vagina, Gillian’s flesh gripped her hard penis eliciting pleasurable responses from her glans and shaft, and she felt her orgasm approaching. She felt Gillian rising up to meet her thrusts and ground her pubis against Gillian’s clitoris to increase her pleasure.

“I coming honey,” Penelope cried.

“Come in me! Fuck me! Fill me with your cream baby,” Gillian bucked beneath her as her own climax approached.

They kissed each other passionately as they ground together, their orgasms exploding, Penelope’s cock convulsing and ejaculating her hot load deep inside Gillian who pressed her vulva hard against Penelope’s groin to elicit and amplify her own wondrous sexual pinnacle. Penelope felt Gillian’s cunt vacillate and milk her of her seed.

They finally lay spent, Penelope on top of Gillian; a sweaty clump of gasping flesh, torn pantyhose, high heels, dishevelled hair and ruined makeup.

Penelope finally regained enough energy to attempt to extract herself but Gillian wrapped her arms and legs around her and locked her to her body.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Gillian growled in Penelope’s ear.

Penelope smiled down at her and shrugged.

“You’re not goin anywhere until you get that thing hard and do that to me again,” Gillian raised her head off the pillows and opened her lipstick-smeared mouth invitingly.

Penelope lowered her face to meet her lips, a lascivious smile forming.

Penelope called Molly mid-morning the next day.

“So you’re still breathing?” Molly greeted her.

“Yes,” Penelope was lying on her own bed, freshly showered and delightfully bruised in all the right places.

“Gillian said she said she was going to eat you alive,” Molly was sitting in a coffee shop admiring the tight ass on a cute waitress wearing a black micro-miniskirt.

“Well let’s just say we ate each other alive,” Penelope put a finger to her bruised lips.

“Bitch!” Molly quipped and broke the connection; she was imagining what might be under that little micro-miniskirt and decided that she’d try to find out.

Working in the evidence room had its advantages, Penelope had the run of Police Plaza and she was able to gain access to various files and databases that she used to research the incident involving the death of her father.

Balwyn was a cop town but even so, it was apparent that the crime rate was well below the state and national averages and the clean up rate was even better. There appeared to be no apparent reason to support the statistics. Looking at the size of the city, the population and demographic of Balwyn and the size and operation of the police department, there was no rationale for the anomaly.

The Mayor of Balwyn , the State Legislators, and the even the Governor of Texas were proud of the city’s crime statistics and had no interest in investigating any irregularities, it was not in their interest.

After months of research, Penelope concluded that the reason for the crime statistics were either a genuine ‘blip’ in statistics or police corruption and she didn’t believe in blips.

A few weeks after starting in the evidence room she finished work and came out to her car to find an envelope under one of the windshield wipers. She expected it to be the usual humiliating object that she often found taped to her locker or in any of her personal belongings that she left unattended. So far she had found pornography, with her face photo-shopped onto the body of one of the performers, used condoms, used tampons and a plethora of other disgusting items. She was going to throw the envelope away but then she recognised the writing written in the familiar blue sharpie .

She looked around but didn’t see anyone who looked suspicious or who appeared to be unduly interested in her so she tore the envelope open. She climbed into her car and shook out the contents on the passenger seat. It was a brochure for ‘True Blue’ the Balwyn Police Department disability and pension fund. Written on the back of the pamphlet in the now familiar blue sharpie was: ‘your dad was on the board of True Blue – check it out’.

And she had. Each police officer was tithed five percent of their wages which went into True Blue to pay for their retirement pension, death benefit or invalidity payments. Serving and retired police officers could take out interest free loans from the fund which supplemented their wages to a great extent. The fund’s income from the PD was supplemented by the State on a pro-rata basis. Members had access to the fund’s online financial statement at any time but there was something fishy about the fund. Its equity far exceeded projected earnings. There was a steady stream of income from various benevolent sources; basically donations, but the attributable donors were not actually named.

After four months working at Police Plaza secretly investigating her father’s murder she was no closer to finding a motive or a suspect, but she knew that there were serious anomalies in police procedures, administration, and finances and she suspected that the Balwyn PD was rotten to the core.

Penelope had taken her skerrick of red stone from place to place and had been given alternate theories as to what it might possibly be. On the advice of a geologist she had taken it to a jeweller who advised her that it was a ruby, likely a fragment from a larger stone. This led her to believe that the red velvet bag found at her father’s crime scene had contained a collection of rubies. Why, was the obvious question.

What was her father doing behind Morganson’s Hardware and how was he connected to a bag of rubies? Was his position on True Blue and the stream of anonymous donations somehow related to his death? Was Balwyn City’s low crime rate and high clean-up rate somehow related to that. Was the PD receiving kickbacks from organised crime? More importantly; why was the investigation into her father’s murder so perfunctory and why was it now a cold case?

It seemed to her that the Balwyn PD, by exaggerating her father’s legend status and giving him a huge funeral and equally huge send off, had diverted attention away from a possible cover-up and the ineptitude of the investigation and the reluctance to pursue the inquiry into his death. Or was it even more sinister? Was someone in the Balwyn PD responsible for his death?

“Jesus Bishop!” Molly Harper bellowed when she saw the ‘crime wall’ in Penelope’s apartment.

A whole bunch of notes, statements, pamphlets, pictures, crime reports and articles cut from newspapers and magazines were pinned to the wall, joined together with strings of coloured wool. Some items had post-it notes beside them with Penelope’s observations and thoughts written on them.

“I told you that your daddy was likely hit by members of organised crime and that he was likely on the take and that the investigation had stalled but this… what is this?” Molly tried to follow the lines of coloured string but it hurt her head.

“It’s my own investigation and thoughts on his murder. I don’t have a hypothesis yet but I have a few ideas,” Penelope was proud of her extra-curricula activities.

“So you have time to do all this and fuck my ex-girlfriend?” Holly punched her playfully in the shoulder.

“Do you wanna get a drink?” Holly changed the subject.

“Does your pussycat get nose bleeds?” Penelope joked and Holly punched her harder this time.

Mayor Frank Cannon took a phone call in his office.

“The tranny slit is investigating Charlie’s murder, it’s been asking questions and accessing the case and evidence files,” Police Chief Daniel Balfour hissed.

“Fuck! I knew that freak was going to cause us grief; I was hoping she’d flunk out of the academy,” the Mayor breathed heavily.

“I warned you this would happen when you put her in the evidence room. Get her out of Police Plaza. Put her on the street where she won’t have the time or the resources to keep looking into her father’s death… or anything else that she might uncover,” the Mayor was calm.

“You know anything can happen out there; the streets can be a dangerous place,” Daniel Balfour said sinisterly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her! Things are finally quietening down but if Charlie Bishop’s progeny dies on the job so soon after him, it will spark an investigation we don’t want under any circumstances,” the Mayor growled into the phone.

“You’re getting soft Frank. You called the freak a ‘her’, so unlike you. I’ll just get it out of the fucking evidence room and onto the streets,” the Chief hung up.

Danny paced the room.

Daniel Balfour had a mole working for him keeping an eye on Penelope Bishop and anything to with Charlie Bishop’s murder investigation. It worried him that Penelope was bright and intelligent and that she had a law degree. She wouldn’t go along with the rest of the sheep. He was just thankful that he had that mole otherwise he wouldn’t know that he had the problem to deal with.

Sargent Randolph ‘Randy’ Cody had just turned thirty, he was tall, rangy, fit, tanned and handsome; a real Texan. He worked patrol duties and always had, he hated the administrative part of policework and for that reason he was one of the officers appointed to train rookies in police patrol tactics and procedures. He didn’t mind working with rookies because be treated them like his lackeys. They did all the ‘run-go-fetch’ and paperwork for him but benefited from working with and learning from arguably the best patrol officer in the whole of the Balwyn PD.

“Jesus Christ Loo, you gotta be kidding! What the fuck did I do wrong to get this assignment?” Randy was in with his squad’s Lieutenant.

“Came down from the top Randy, so stop your grinnin’ and drop your linen, you’re riding with the hot tranny,” the Lieutenant smirked at Randy, his feet propped on the desk.

“You gotta stay off those antiquated classic movie sites Loo. By the way, is that dogshit on your shoe?” Randy quipped and turned to leave.

He made his way down to the evidence room and stood back watching Penelope Bishop through the plexiglass for a while, she was standing on a raised platform putting files onto some shelves. She was tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, slim but with curvaceous buttocks and pert breasts, and those legs! They seemed to go on forever and clad in those shimmery-sheer grey pantyhose, they were undoubtedly her best asset. She was very attractive, not ‘pretty’ as such, but even from here he could feel her allure. But… and the big but, was that she was trans. Randolph Bishop was one of the few police officers in the Balwyn PD who was not a bigoted misogynist. But he was in no way an advocate for minorities, he just didn’t care.

Another tenet that he believed in was never to shit where you eat, in other words, he didn’t fuck policewomen. He’d had plenty of offers, especially from some of the young greenhorns who had become infatuated with him while partnering with him, even though he treated them like shit. Penelope finished stacking files and moved back to her desk and Randy moved up to window.

“Hey are you Bishop?” he banged on the plexiglass which woke up Tony Abbot who was asleep at his desk.

Penelope looked up and came around her desk and stood at the counter behind the perspex.

“Yes Sargent?” she looked a little alarmed at someone calling for her by name.

“You gonna keep slacking off in here Bishop, or you gonna do some real policework? Be at rollcall tomorrow and make sure you’re dressed in the correct uniform, the streets ain’t the place for a skirt and those heels,” Randy turned to leave.

Penelope was at once confused and excited.

“Hey, Sargent, can you tell me what this is about?” she called after him.

“See you tomorrow Bishop, don’t be late,” was all he replied over his shoulder.

Penelope was glad to be dressed in her street blues again although she still hadn’t found a tailor who would line her pants so she still wore pantyhose underneath them to stop them itching. She would just have to take them out of town to get them lined or more likely get a couple pairs of pants made for her from scratch.

She arrived at rollcall and was pleasantly surprised to see there were no transphobic drawings, videos, or signs anywhere that she could see. All of the eyes turned to look at her when she walked in and she heard a few of the officers whisper and a couple of the new academy graduates even pointed at her. She realised then that she was already well behind her classmates who were close to being fully-accredited police officers.

“Hey Bishop; when we going on another date?” Brin Longmire cat-called from the front of the room surrounded by his clique.

“You put any meat on that bone yet Longmire? Last time we went out I ended up breaking my dildo after you left, trying to satisfy myself,” Penelope called back.

The squad room chuckled but no one was prepared to laugh outright or carry on the joke.

“Ok, cut that shit out!” the Duty Sargent shouted and held up his hands for silence.

He called the roll and gave a brief on wants and warrants, local crime patterns, and finally issued duty assignments. Every officer got paired up except her again until finally…

“Bishop; squad car 417 with Sargent Cody,” he called.

“Ok boys and girls, asses and elbows, get the fuck out of here and…” he left his final words hanging.

“Be careful out there,” the squad room replied in chorus.

It was an oldie but goodie from the Hill Street Blues TV show, the Duty Sargent loved those old cop shows.

Penelope waited at the back of the room until Sargent Cody made his way back to the door. He didn’t say a word and she followed him out the door and fell in beside him.

“Hey Sargent what…” she never got a chance to finish her sentence.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Bishop? You walk one pace to the side and one pace behind me. Always! Got it?” he sped up so that she dropped back into place.

“What am I? An Asian bride?” Penelope regretted saying it as soon as she had.

They were outside in the parking lot now and Randy turned on Penelope and she backed against the wall.

“Look Bishop. You might think you’re some hot shit now that you’ve been a probie for a few months but you know jack shit!” he leaned into her to make his point.

“There are a few simple rules when we’re out there that will keep us both alive ok?”

Penelope nodded.

“One: you do whatever I tell you to do – no questions.”

“Two: I always drive.”

“Three: you do all the paperwork.”

“Four: you do whatever I tell you to do – no questions.”

“That’s the same as rule one!” Penelope caught herself and immediately apologised.

“Sorry sir, I mean yes sir,” she lowered her head, a little ashamed.

“Don’t call me sir, I work for a living. You call me Sargent ok?” he turned away from her and started striding to their cruiser.

Penelope followed behind him towards the car marked distinctly with the number 417. Randy had clicked the button which opened the driver and front passenger doors. The rear passenger doors remained locked, the officers in front were protected by a metal grille from anyone they arrested and put in the back.

“You remember how to do pre-starts?” he asked passing his tablet to her.

Every car had a tablet assigned to it. A bracket for it was mounted on the dash and it was usually operated by the non-driver. It could send and receive text and data from Police Plaza and was also linked to their PRs. Before the vehicle could leave the yard, pre-start checks had to be conducted to ensure the car was roadworthy, clean and fit for purpose.

“You complete the pre-starts, I’ll get the shotgun out of the trunk and mount it,” Randy pulled the lever to open the trunk and walked around back of the car.

The interactive pre-start checklist was up on the screen and Penelope opened the front passenger door ready to start the procedure when she saw something on the front passenger seat.

It was an evidence bag filled with human faeces with a note attached: ‘Enjoy your first day on patrol’ and a smiley face. Penelope guessed that it was the work of Brin Longmire and had it confirmed when she looked up and saw him wave at her from where he was standing besides his cruiser.

“Asshole!” she said under her breath.

She was used to these childish pranks and at least the bag was still sealed. She held it between her thumb and forefinger as she took it over to the dumpster. When she came back Randy Cody was standing impatiently beside the vehicle.

“Jesus Bishop, we ain’t got all day,” he said, a little exasperated.

“I’ll complete the checklist in the car, let’s rock!” Penelope grinned at him, the practical joke and Randy’s surly attitude were not going to spoil her first day on the beat.

“Don’t you ever say that again Bishop,” Randy shook his head and started the engine.

Penelope was still grinning.

To be continued

On her second day on the beat Penelope walked into the squad room ready to face the day. As usual Brin Longmire was holding court at the front of the room. She was certain it was him that had put the baggie of shit in her squad car. What he said next confirmed it.

“Peeyooo! Does anyone else suddenly smell shit?” Brin looked directly at Penelope and then looked around his clan, seeking their approval.

“Maybe you should check your dick Longmire, rumour has it that you like to stick it up the assess of pretty girly-boys,” Penelope was not averse to deriding herself if the price was worth it.

The room burst out laughing, the crowd remembered when Brin had projected the porno of him fucking Penelope in the ass on the big screen at the front of the squad room.

He looked at Penelope vehemently and she gave him the finger in reply. She was through being intimidated by him. Brin looked ready to climb over everyone to get to the back of the room and get at Penelope but she showed him no fear. The tension was dissolved when the duty Sargent came in and called the roll. Penelope was one of the first out of the squad room wanting to get the exterior inspection of their squad car completed before Randy arrived.

Brin caught up with her in the corridor and pushed her against the wall and then into the janitor’s closet.

“You think you’re fucking smart don’t you, you fucking tranny cunt!” he held her tight and hissed into her face.

“That’s an oxymoron Brin, trannies don’t have cunts,” Penelope sighed, she was over his boorishness.

“You calling me a moron Bishop!” he gripped her upper arm even harder.

“Hey if the shit fits,” Penelope grinned sarcastically.

The sting of the blow to her face was so sharp that she couldn’t speak and she was knocked sideways, her hat falling to the floor.

“How does that shit fit Bishop?” Brin said through gritted teeth, breathing very hard.

Penelope could not reply if she wanted to, she was breathless and shaky on her feet. She was no whimp and could defend herself but the blow had caught her by surprise. Instead she bent down and picked up her hat and brushed the dust off it.

“I thought so, you snivelling cunt!” Brin slipped out the door.

Penelope took a beat to get her breath back and then followed him out to the parking lot but went over to her ride; squad car 417 where Sargent Randy Cody was waiting impatiently.

As she got closer he saw the mark on her face.

“You wanna play with the big boys Bishop you gotta learn to play hard,” was all Randy said.

“He ain’t a big boy by any means Sargent, haven’t you heard? And I’d kick his ass in a fair fight!” Penelope began to inspect the vehicle.

Randy couldn’t help but granting her some grudging respect. She didn’t cry, she didn’t run to the workplace discrimination and behaviour officer, she gave back what she took when it came to being insulted and he bet she could fight pretty good too. He was soon to find out.

Randy didn’t show Penelope any favours. She was made to do all the mundane jobs, write up traffic tickets, fetch coffee, write their post patrol report, he even made her pick up his dry cleaning and get his lunch. His favourite saying was ‘stay in the car Bishop’.

He’d be on the street talking to pimps, prostitutes, felons, witnesses and informers and she’d be stuck in the car. After a week she’d had enough.

They pulled up in a backstreet where a prostitute had reported an assault.

“Stay in the car Bishop,” Randy said as they pulled up.

“Fuck that Sarge! How the fuck I am I supposed to learn how to police if you won’t let me accompany you. Besides the book says that officers on patrol are to always work in pairs and back each other up,” Penelope fumed.

“That so Bishop? Which book? This book?” Penelope had a copy of the rules and procedures for Balwyn City Patrol Officers with her and she read it in the car whenever she wasn’t playing ‘run go-fetch’ for Randy.

“Yes; this book,” Penelope waived it at him angrily.

“Which book?” Randy snatched it from her hand and threw it in the trashcan beside him.

Penelope threw the door open and strode up to him, her face red.

“About time you showed some balls Bishop, I wondered when you going to start acting like a real police officer,” Randy grinned at her.

It had been a test. Randy had been treating her like a flunky to see how long she would put up with it before she finally showed real gumption.

“One step behind Bishop and watch and learn,” Randy said and turned towards the wall where four prostitutes were lined up, advertising their wears.

They wore heavy makeup, had big hair and wore ‘fuck-me’ pumps, fishnet stockings and black sheer nylons, miniskirts and hotpants and their breasts were popping our of there blouses.

“Hey Randy, you still lookin’ fine,” a tall black attractive women smiled at Penelope’s partner.

Her white teeth were emphasised by her red lipstick.

‘Even the hookers in Balwyn were up-market and well presented’ Penelope thought.

She also thought that Randy was way too familiar with the hookers as they all gathered around him flirting.

“Who’s that lollypop you bought with you today sugar?” the black hooker pointed a long, red-painted fingernail in her direction.

“That’s probationary police officer Penelope Bishop,” Randy smiled at the hooker.

The hooker walked over to Penelope and looked her up and down.

“You too pretty to be police, you come work for me sugar and you make plenty of hooch,” she teased.

“I’m Felicity, but you know that’s just my street name,” Felicity offered her hand.

Penelope was confused. Should she shake hand’s with this prostitute?

She offered her hand anyway and Felicity surprised her by kissing the back of it. Then she stared at Penelope; scrutinising her face.

“Are you Charlie Bishop’s little girl?” Felicity beamed.

Penelope was stuck for words.

“She’s Charlie Bishop’s daughter, but she isn’t the cop that he was. Yet,” Randy interjected.

Penelope silently thanked him for the ‘yet’.

“So tell me about this john who beat up one of your posse?” Randy started the interview.

He motioned for Penelope to step closer so should could watch and learn.

Felicity called over one of her girls and explained how she had gone back to the ‘no-tell hotel’ that they regularly used and the john had refused to pay and roughed the girl up. She was sporting a black eye and a thick lip.

“Can’t she speak for herself?” Penelope asked and was given the evil-eye by both Randy and Felicity.

Randy finished the interview and got a description of the john and the john’s vehicle and then they walked back to the car, Penelope following one step behind and to the side.

Randy turned on Penelope looking quite angry.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut Bishop. These girls all work for Felicity and she speaks on their behalf, none of them talk to police unless she says so. It’s taken me years to work Felicity into becoming an informer for me and you try to fuck that up by opening your gape,” Randy was very angry with her and she felt a little stupid.

“You open that mouth to say ‘yes Sargent’ or to swallow your boyfriend’s cock! Got it!” he growled at her and Penelope nodded.

They got in the car and you could cut the air with a knife.

Finally.

“I was out of line what I said about… you know, the swallowing thing. But keep your mouth shut in future,” Randy offered his version of an apology.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Penelope replied and immediately regretted saying it.

It was inconsequential and inappropriate and only served to make them both feel more uncomfortable.

“Let’s go find this john, I have an idea where he might be,” Randy cleared the air.

They pulled into the carpark of a seedy bar and grill and spotted a car that fitted the description of the john’s, it was the same make, model and colour. Randy killed the engine and got out while Penelope stayed put.

“Come on Bishop, you gonna sit in the car daydreaming or you wanna do some policework,” Randy knocked on her window.

They went inside the bar which was dark and smelled of stale beer, a bank of smoke hung from the ceiling. The man they were looking for was sitting at the end of the bar nursing a drink. He looked up balefully at the police officers and then lowered his head.

“Stay near the door Bishop,” Randy said out the side of mouth.

Penelope was disappointed, she wanted to see how Randy went about questioning the man.

As Randy approached the suspect, the man leapt from his seat, over a table and ran for the door. Penelope instinctively tackled him, putting him face down and forced his hands behind his back. She knelt with one knee in his back, panting as the adrenaline surged through her body. She reached for her cuffs and then looked up at Randy who was smiling.

“I knew he was going to be a runner. You made your first collar today Bishop. Cuff him and mirandise him,” Randy walked over to bar to get a coke and left her to it.

And so Randy and Penelope formed a tenuous partnership, he still used her to run go-fetch and she had to do all the paperwork but she was learning from him. What worried her was that every now and then Randy would insist that she stay in the car while he went into a house, warehouse or a bar for a private meeting. He was secretive about his purpose and often came back carrying an envelope, a package, or a suitcase, which he threw in the trunk with no explanation. Penelope had developed a grudging respect for Randy which was threatened by the fact that she thought he was dirty.

They went to the indoor range to requalify on their weapons, it was the first time Penelope had been back to the academy since she had graduated. The asshole instructor who had constantly pressed his erection against her whilst adjusting her stance was there but as she was no longer a cadet and in the company of Sargent Cody he stayed away.

“Jesus Bishop, you didn’t tell me you knew how to shoot,” Randy took off his safety glasses and checked her paper target.

Penelope took the compliment.

“You shoot as good if not better than your father and he shot competition,” Randy added.

Penelope choked a little when Randy mentioned her father and he noticed. He put a hand on her shoulder.

“You should try out for the team,” he squeezed her shoulder.

“Yeah, cause the assholes in Police Plaza are gonna let their pet tranny shoot competition,” she shrugged off Randy’s hand.

They also worked out in the gym together three days a week after their shift. Penelope was a big strong girl and Randy couldn’t help but checking her out because she usually dressed in spandex leggings and sports top which accentuated the curves of her body, her tight ass, her pert breasts and those long legs. Being an inquisitive man and knowing that she was trans, he couldn’t help but wonder how she got such a smooth crotch, just like a woman’s.

She caught him looking one day and he blushed and she smiled. They were pressing weights and she was spotting him. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“It’s called a gaff Sargent, haven't you ever watched Rue Paul’s Drag Race?” her sweet breath in his ear made Randy uncomfortable and he blushed a shade redder.

Penelope and Molly Harper continued to cruise the bars and every now and again they would hook up. Penelope still had a sex drive to attend to. They went out one night to a cowboy bar which had a half-decent rockabilly band. Molly knew the girl singer and the drummer and after their set they came over to join her and Penelope.

The drummer was skinny and had too many tattoos but he had those badboy good looks about him that turned Penelope on after a few Jack and Cokes. He attraction was helped along by the fact that he was wearing extremely tight pants and it was obvious by the bulge at his crotch that he was well endowed. Molly and the singer were getting down so Penelope was left to talking to the drummer, she nearly spat out her drink when introduced himself as Phillip Collins. She couldn’t help but tease him. She started a string of drummer jokes.

“Why do guitarists put drumsticks on the dash of their car? So they can park in the handicapped spot.”

“How is a drum solo like a sneeze? You know it's coming, but there's nothing you can do about it.”

“What's the first thing a drummer says when he moves to LA? Would you like fries with that, sir?”

“Why are you so intent on insulting me?” Phil was taking the ribbing well.

He had an infectious smile and confidence in his handsomeness.

“I’m just kidding,” Penelope snuggled up to him and let him put his arm around her.

She bit his ear and then whispered.

“Has Molly told you that I’m trans?”

“She told me she had a best girlfriend who is absolutely stunning and is trans so I figured you must be her,” Phil tightened his grip around her waist.

“Ok, cool. You wanna come outside and mess around?” Penelope squeezed his growing erection through his jeans and was pleased with what she felt.

“You don’t fuck around do you?” Phil smiled at her.

“Life’s too short,” Penelope extracted herself from him and arose.

Phil followed her; Molly and the singer were too busy pawing at each other to notice.

They walked out the back door into the parking lot which was lit by orange fluorescent lighting on long poles. It made the car park look eerie but there were plenty of customers outside drinking, smoking joints, or necking. One or two of the SUVs in the carpark were rocking on their axles and Penelope grinned at Phil who smiled back at her.

Penelope wore a black leather miniskirt six inches above her my knees, flesh coloured control-top pantyhose, black four-inch heels, and a leopard print blouse that clung to her body. Penelope had dressed to go hunting and was without bra and panties, which was why she was wearing control-top pantyhose. She had already attracted whistles from some of the bar patrons.

"You look really sexy you know Penelope," Phil whispered, as his eyes ranged over her body.

Penelope turned and strode towards the back of the lot where it was darker. Phil caught up with her and they walked side by my side holding hands. She was well aware that the men in the carpark were giving her legs, ass, and bouncing breasts more than a second glance.

They entered the gloom and Penelope stopped and pulled Phil to her and kissed him. She drove her tongue into his mouth and squeezed his burgeoning erection.

"Show me your ass," he gasped into her mouth.

“Jeez, you said I was forward,” Penelope laughed.

She led him over to a low rock wall at the back of the bar where they were alone and no one could see them. They kissed some more and Penelope was becoming as horny as Phil was.

“You wanna come back to my place?” she gasped into his mouth.

"Pull your skirt up. I want to see your ass," he whispered in her ear.

"Can't you wait until we get home?" she asked, and then felt quite ridiculous for saying it.

"No it can't wait. I can see that you’re not wearing a bra and I wonder if you have also foregone panties," Phil smirked.

Penelope looked around and seeing that the coast was clear she pulled the hem of her skirt up very slowly. Phil watched as the shimmering dark bands of Penelope’s control top pantyhose appeared, he gulped as her pubic mound came into view under the dark flesh-toned nylon.

"Oh that's brilliant," Phil gasped.

"Open your legs so I can touch you," he mumbled.

"No!" Penelope gasped, still holding my hem up her thighs.

"You are the one who went braless and panty-less and insisted we come outside to fool around. I didn't tell you to do that so open your legs please."

She did as she was told and took a deep trembling breath, and heard her heels scrape across the hard ground. She sighed as she felt Phil's hand on her nylon clad thigh.

"Of yes!" she groaned, as he slowly moved his hand up her leg.

She felt it lightly trail between her trembling legs.

"I can't believe how fucking sexy you are," he mumbled.

He leaned in and kissed her and Penelope reached down and began to unzip him. He gasped into her mouth as his erection sprang free and she began to stroke it with featherlight strokes.

“I still haven’t seen your ass,” Phil smiled wickedly, the kiss broken.

“I’ll show it to you soon enough, first I want to do this,” Penelope knelt down on the cold hard ground.

The gravel bit into her knees and holed her pantyhose but she didn’t care, she was transfixed by the long sleek cock, inches from her face. She leaned forward and took it into her mouth. Phil gasped and put his hands either side of her face and looked down in the gloom to see her pretty face and watch those slut-red lipstick lips sliding up and down on his engorged cock.

“Careful darling or you’re gonna get a mouthful,” Phil chuckled.

Her lips worked his shaft while she used the tip of her tongue on his fraenulum, bringing him close and then backing off.

“Oh you teasing slut!” Phil groaned as he humped her face.

She bought him close to release so many times that Phil’s knees were shaking and he was begging for Penelope to finish him.

“Come on honey let me come,” Phil pleaded.

Penelope spat out his cock.

“I thought you wanted to see my ass,” she grinned up at him, teasing him.

She grunted as she got to her feet.

“Well? What do you think?” she bent over the low wall and lifted her skirt once again exposing the lustrous bands of her control-tops.

Phil had been teased for too long; he’d had enough.

“I think this,” he grunted as he leaned in behind her.

Phil ripped out the gusset of her pantyhose and slammed his cock into her anus. Penelope was clean and pre-lubricated, fully intending to have sex tonight to sate her desires.

She grunted through smiling lips as Phil’s long, sleek cock slammed into her tight ass and his pubis pushed against her buttocks. She reached behind and pulled him hard against her and wriggled her buttocks, she used her internal muscles to squeeze his phallus and then slowly began to push back and withdraw, fucking Phil as he held onto her thighs.

“Oh you sexy bitch that is so good!” Phil groaned.

Penelope had not gaffed and she freed her penis from the confines of her pantyhose. She stroked her own cock as she fucked Phil, bent over the wall, her heels apart, holding Phil against her with one hand as she writhed and ground against him, stroking her dripping penis. She was close to climax and so was Phil.

Phil pulled her against him and howled as he released himself deep inside her. Penelope felt his seed flood her anus and the engorged meat of his cock spasm as Phil ejaculated which invoked her own orgasm. She stroked herself as she wriggled her buttocks, and her spend splashed on the gravelled ground, her issue dribbled onto her high heels and finally on her ripped nylons as her climax began to subside.

Phil gripped her tightly and thrust himself in and out of her tight passage as the last of his secretions seeped between her buttocks, darkening the coffee-coloured bands of her control tops. He pulled out and spun her around before Penelope could even pull down her skirt. He kissed her and embraced her and she kissed him back, both of them were becoming erect again.

“Oh honey I can feel you getting hard again,” Penelope reached between their bodies and gripped his engorged manhood.

“You too,” Phil gasped as he took Penelope’s erection in his grasp.

“I really wanna fuck you again but let’s do it on a nice soft bed,” he smiled.

She nodded her compliance and began to straightened her clothing while Phil pulled up his pants and zipped up.

They made it halfway home before Penelope began to fellate him as he drove, which meant pulling into a layby for another fuck. Penelope was glad to find him gone from her bed the next morning, her ass was sore and her cock red raw from fucking all night. She wanted a one night stand and she got one. Phil’s band were on the road and wouldn’t be back for another month or two which was how long she needed for her ass to recover she joked to Molly on the phone.

Randy continued to train and mentor Penelope and she becoming street smart, together they made a few good busts and legitimate arrests but she still had her doubts about him. He continued to attend assignations while she had to remain in the car and he refused to tell her what he was doing during those absences.

One day Randy left her in the car and slipped into an apparently abandoned warehouse. Randy was rolling a suitcase that he had taken out of the trunk of the cruiser and seemed a little nervous which was unlike him. Penelope sat there fuming as usual but then she saw a man approach carrying a backpack in one hand and a gun in the other. The man went into warehouse.

This did not bode well and Penelope was very concerned.

“Fuck it!” she hissed as got out of the cruiser and closed the door.

She approached the warehouse and stood with her back against the wall outside the entrance. She heard harsh voices echoing in the warehouse and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. The harsh voices suddenly became angry shouting and Penelope was in two minds as to whether or not to enter the warehouse and back up her partner.

The decision was made for her when the report of a pistol echoed through the door.

Penelope drew her weapon and entered the warehouse and scanned the room through a cloud of dust-motes. Randy was lying on the floor about twenty feet from her and the man was standing over him pointing his pistol at Randy’s face, his finger was on the trigger.

“Say goodnight copper,” the man grinned and his finger tightened on the trigger.

Penelope didn’t hesitate she assumed the Weaver stance and aimed quickly and shot the man through the head.

The man fell down next to Randy and she raced over to check on them both. The stranger was dead and Randy had been shot through the upper arm and was bleeding badly. The backpack lay beside Randy and it was open. It contained a large amount of cash. The suitcase was open too and it was filled with large calibre pistols and small calibre automatic rifles.

“Jesus Bishop; you sure know how to make an entrance,” Randy croaked, he was pale and his eyes weren’t properly focussed.

“Help me up,” Randy held out his uninjured hand.

“Sargent stay down and I’ll administer first aid and call for backup,” Penelope knew the procedure.

“Fuck that Bishop. If you’re caught here you’re in as much shit as I am. Help me up then go back to the car,” Randy grunted through the pain.

Penelope grudgingly helped him to his feet.

“Look away Bishop,” Randy said.

Penelope didn’t. She watched Randy put his pistol against the gunshot wound in the stranger’s head and pull the trigger twice, totally obliterating the fatal wound she had inflicted.

“Ok Bishop. I shot the guy in self defence after he shot me. Go back to the car and call for backup and hit the panic button on your PR,” Randy fell to his knees, the puddle of blood at his feet was growing bigger.

Penelope hit the red ‘panic button’ which sent an instantaneous ‘officer down and needs assistance’ report back to Police Plaza and all nearby units and also alerted the nearest hospital to send an ambulance. The inbuilt GPS tracker pinpointed their position.

Randy fell to the floor and blacked out. Penelope began first aid as she heard the distant wail of sirens.

“Fuck going back to the cruiser,” she grunted as she tore open Randy’s shirt to get to his wound.

It was a through and through but the bullet had blown out the flesh on the back of his arm and it was bleeding heavily. Penelope made a pad out of her handkerchief and pressed it on the wound and tied it off, she looked at the cache of guns and money and was worried for her partner.

She was kneeling over Randy tending his wound when backup arrived.

Randy Cody awoke to find Chief Daniel Balfour standing next to his bed. The door to his hospital room was closed.

“Well that nearly went south Randy. Lucky you stashed the guns and money before backup arrived, smart thing to do,” the Chief said.

Randy was still groggy but he joined the dots. He was certainly alert enough to be conscious that the Chief was more worried about the gun deal going bad and coming back on him than he was about Randy's close call with death.

“Where’s Bishop?” Randy pushed himself up and tried to look through the window set in the door.

Daniel Balfour chuckled deep down.

“Well you inadvertently did us a big favour there Sargent Cody. Police Officer Penelope Bishop is currently back in the evidence room on half-pay awaiting a tribunal and dismissal. She’s going to be charged with a bunch of offences including failing to back up her partner and cowardice.”

“I’d like to also charge it with impersonating a woman and impersonating a police officer,” the Chief joked.

“Anyway, we throw the tranny under the bus and we all walk away clean,” the Chief wiped his hands together.

“Fuck that!” Randy kicked off the covers and got out of bed.

Someone had put a fresh uniform in the wardrobe and Randy had a good idea who it was. He took off the sling and put his bandaged arm through the sleeve of his shirt.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going Randy?” Chief Balfour growled.

“Just remember what I know Danny. Don’t get in my way,” Randy pulled on his pants and sat down heavily to put on his shoes.

“You just remember what happened to the last police officer who tried to blackmail me,” the Chief glared at Randy.

“What do you mean by that Danny?” Randy snapped his head around to meet the Chief’s glare.

“Jesus!” Chief Balfour sighed heavily and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Just before rollcall Randy Cody banged on the perspex window of the evidence room and both Penelope Bishop and Tony Abbot looked up, Tony had a breakfast burrito in his hand.

“Whatcha doin’ slacking off in there Bishop?” Randy called through the window.

“Well you know Sargent Cody; I’m racking and stacking important evidence,” Penelope said dryly.

“Well fuck that. Get your ass out here and start doing some real policework,” Randy replied just as dryly.

“Who authorised her transfer Cody?” Tony Abbot said around a mouthful of burrito.

“Eat another hoagie Abbot, you fat fuck,” Randy sneered.

Penelope came out the door and couldn’t contain her grin. She fell in one pace to the side and behind her partner as he had taught her to do.

“Get your ass up here beside me Bishop,” Randy waved with his good hand.

Penelope actually skipped as she caught up to him and Randy saw her do it.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Randy growled, but she caught his smile.

“The guns and money?” Randy said out the corner of his mouth.

“In the trunk of my car, in my garage” Penelope murmured, aware of the sensitivity of the situation.

“Good girl,” was all Randy said.

In actual fact Penelope Bishop had saved both his, the Chief’s, and who knows who else’s asses. It would be difficult to explain the large amount of cash and the illegal weapons at the crime scene if they had been found by the backup teams or the crime scene investigators.

“Wait here,” Randy said curtly outside of the briefing room where rollcall was about to take place.

Randy stepped inside and closed the door behind him, Penelope peered through the glass. He walked to the front of the room where Brin Longmire sat holding court with the white Anglos.

“Hey man! Good to see…” Brin Longmire started to get up to shake Randy Cody’s good hand.

Randy wound up and unleashed a haymaker right to Brin Longmire’s jaw. Brin fell to the floor like a chaff-bag.

“Anybody here got anything else they wanna say or do to my partner? If you do you go through me first!” he looked vehemently around the room waiting for a challenge.

Most of the police officers were too stunned to respond, the remainder looked incredulously at each other.

“Get this asshole to the nurse’s station,” he poked Brin Longmire with his toe.

He came out of rollcall and Penelope was leaning against the wall staring at the floor. She fell in beside him and said nothing. He took the keys for the cruiser from his belt and tossed them to her.

“You’re driving Bishop. They won’t let me drive with my bum wing,” he said straightforwardly.

“Thanks Sarge,” Penelope smiled.

“This don’t mean we’re taking long hot showers together or anything Bishop,” he actually cracked a grin.

“Gee, I’m disappointed Sarge. Can we at least pull them out in the men’s room to which one of us is bigger?” Penelope said cheekily.

“Jesus Bishop!” Randy blushed.

“Also I’m still wearing my skirt and heels, I’m out of uniform for patrol duties,” Penelope stopped next to the cruiser.

“Maybe I wanna get an eyeful of those gams Bishop, you ever think I might just want to check out your ass?” Randy countered, obviously joking.

“You can get changed at your place while we pick up those guns and cash,” he said seriously.

The truth was that Randy Cody averted his eyes whenever she got in and out of the car or her skirt hiked up accidentally. He behaved like a true gentleman.

Penelope desperately wanted to bring up the subject of the guns and the cash but she didn’t think the confines of the police car was the right place to do so.

“I’m gonna call in 10-42,” Randy tapped the tablet.

Ten codes had been redundant in the Balwyn PD for some time, but the old timers still used the jargon. 10-42 meant they were off duty and usually indicated the officer was taking a meal break.

“Jesus Bishop you live around here?” Randy commented when Penelope turned into her street.

She just nodded and then Randy suddenly realised why. He once again had to admire her, most of the cops lived in nice subsidised apartments in the better suburbs of the city but Penelope had to put with living in a dump. He knew why and he felt a little ashamed, he had been as intolerant as the rest of the Department when Penelope was recruited.

“My place is a dump but at least it has an underground carpark, I’ve been bussing to work since you got shot. I figured having a trunk full of guns and money at Police Plaza was only asking for trouble,” she turned to look at Randy and he blushed.

They parked the cruiser alongside her little Honda which was parked tail to the wall and transferred the suitcase and backpack into the trunk of the cruiser. Neither said a word, but they were both aware that what Randy left unsaid was gnawing at Penelope.

“You coming up while I get changed? You can make the coffee for a change,” she smiled at him.

“Don’t get lippy Bishop,” Randy said tersely, but he couldn’t suppress his grin.

They were uncomfortably close in the small elevator and Randy could smell her perfume and she his aftershave and that virile manliness that he sometimes exuded when he had been working hard.

She let him in, apologising in advance for the state of her apartment even though there was no need. The place was a dump but she had done her best to cheer it up with smart furniture and accessories; it was spotlessly clean and smelled of soap and something recently baked.

Sitting on one of the shelves was the piece of polished wood with the huge gold-gilded penis-shaped dildo mounted on it.

Randy walked over to the object and studied it.

“Care to explain Bishop?” he said, still staring at the object.

“It’s an inside joke Sarge, you had to be there,” she blushed.

“I’ll make coffee so you have something to drink while I change,” Penelope went over the kitchenette.

Randy took her elbow and turned her towards her bedroom.

“I’ll make the coffee Bishop, just get yourself in your street uniform pronto,” Randy replied.

“There are some muffins in the tin on the counter,” Penelope called over her shoulder.

Penelope left the door ajar and dropped her handbag and duty belt on the bed and then sat down on it and kicked off her heels. She rubbed her feet for a while and then stood up and dropped her skirt and took off her blouse. She put them on hangers and hung them in the closet and took down her blues. She noticed a snag in her nylons and decided to leave on the grey, fifteen denier, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose rather than change them for the heavier black pantyhose that she normally wore under her uniform pants.

She laid out her blues on the bed and padded over to the vanity to put up her hair. She was halfway through putting her hair in a bun when Randy came through the door holding two cups of steaming coffee.

“Jesus Bishop, I thought you’d be decent by now,” Randy blushed but couldn’t help staring.

Penelope was tall and well built with a slim waist, small breasts and ample but tight buttocks. She was wearing a black lace bra and black Vintage Lace Spanx with her grey, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose over them; they accentuated her long legs. She had full makeup because she had been on office duty, and her blonde hair hung in disarray which only made her look sexier. Her full red lips looked inviting.

Randy just stood there holding the coffee unsure what to say, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Penelope stepped forward, uncomfortably close, and took her coffee from him but she did not step back.

“Thanks Sarge,” her voice was sultry.

“Sure, Bishop,” Randy swallowed.

She leaned in closer, her lips nearly touching his; he breathed in her perfume and the wonderful femininity of her.

She closed her lids over those piercing green eyes in anticipation.

Randy opened his lips slightly and leaned into her and then his PR sprang to life. Penelope was so close that she could hear the transmission from his earpiece. She instinctively stepped back and Randy made a show of putting a finger on his earpiece and turned on his heels.

“Hurry up Bishop, we don’t have all day,” he said brusquely as he walked out of her bedroom.

Penelope dressed and came out of the bedroom with her coffee half drunk. She had put up her hair and toned down her makeup but she still looked good. She was carrying her hat and duty belt in her other hand, her purse was slung over her shoulder.

Randy had his back to her. He was studying her crime wall. His eyes followed the strings of coloured wool joining the notes, statements, pamphlets, pictures, crime reports and articles cut from newspapers and magazines. He studied her notes.

He turned around, looking guilty. She put her duty belt, hat and handbag on the counter and stood beside him and sipped her coffee.

“What do you think?” she took another sip of coffee.

“Jesus Bishop,” Randy whispered in awe.

“You keep saying that Sarge, but you got anything else for me? You wanna tell me about the guns and the money? You wanna tell me about the ridiculously low crime rate and high clean up rate in Balwyn? You wanna tell me where the mysterious donations into True Blue come from? You wanna tell me what my father was doing behind Morganson’s Hardware and how was he connected to a bag of rubies?” Penelope stood close to him and looked him in the eyes.

“You’re steering into dangerous waters here Bishop. You seem to have a lot figured out, but there will be no happy ending for you, even if you find out who killed your father,” Randy looked at her seriously.

She stepped into him, once again her face was inches from his. She engaged him with her deep green eyes in which Randy saw hurt, but also hope and integrity.

“Jesus Bishop, I know I owe you one but you could get us both killed. Do you know that?” he couldn’t look away from her.

She just continued to stare at him until he could take it no longer.

“Come here Bishop, sit down,” he took her cup from her led her to the couch.

“First off I don’t know who killed your father or why, but I can confirm that he was on the board of True Blue. He was concerned that someone or some people were siphoning off funds,” Randy began.

“Second of all it seems that you have figured out the link to the low crime rate and high clean up rate and the anonymous donations to True Blue. The cops and the organised crime bosses in this town are in cahoots. The crime bosses pay protection money to the cops and also give up those criminals not on their payroll. The vig is payed into True Blue because the donations are easier to hide than cash handouts to individual police officers,” Randy pulled out a pack of Marlborough’s and looked at her questioningly.

Penelope nodded and dragged an antique marble ashtray across the table and took a cigarette without one being offered. She didn’t smoke in her apartment but this conversation was devastating and she needed a smoke. Randy lit her cigarette then his own and continued.

“As far as the rubies go, I can only guess it was a pay off. Bank transfers can be traced even though the crime bosses put the money through shell companies, and dealing in cash can risky. If they pay off in gemstones, the stones can be laundered overseas and the money transferred into True Blue from reputable companies,” Randy tapped ash from his cigarette into the ashtray.

“But why hasn’t anyone found out about this? I’ve been working for the PD for nearly a year and now and even I figured out that the pension fund was being supplemented by dubious means,” Penelope looked earnestly at Randy.

“Who wants to know Bishop? The Chief and the Mayor are dirty. The State Attorney General is also likely on the take and the State Legislators and the Governor are proud of the city’s crime statistics. Why fuck with that?” Randy shook his head.

“What about IAD?” she asked incredulously.

Randy huffed.

“Internal Affairs? What Internal Affairs? Those jag-offs are still police and get their benefits from True Blue just like everyone else,” Randy sighed.

“Ok, what about the guns and the money and all the times I saw you deliver or collect shit while we were out on the beat?” she put her hand on his knee for emphasis.

Randy hung his head and mumbled his reply.

“I’m as dirty as the rest of them Bishop. We not only take pay-offs from organised crime gangs, we trade with them. We sell them drugs and weapons taken from crime scenes, all sorts of shit,” Randy confessed.

“But I worked in Evidence for four months and did a lot of digging but I never found a trace of evidence being taken illegally from the evidence room,” Penelope countered.

“Because that shit never made it into Evidence Bishop! It’s easy to make things disappear from a crime scene, you did it yourself,” he raised his head and looked at her earnestly.

“But I did that to help you Randy,” she looked at him with concern.

“Why?” Randy searched her eyes.

“You’re my partner, that’s why,” she replied.

“Bullshit! I treated you like shit,” he countered.

“I learned so much from you regardless, you mentored me,” she tighten her grip on his knee.

“Bullshit,” Randy put his hand on her wrist.

A single tear ran down Penelope’s face.

“Don’t make me say it; I know you think I’m a freak,” she whispered.

Randy's hand flew to her face and she flinched, expecting a blow.

Instead he wiped away the tear and caressed her cheek.

“You’re a million times better than most of us Bishop,” he continued to stroke her cheek.

“And?” her eyes brimmed with tears.

“And. You are beautiful,” Randy leaned and kissed her.

They kissed close-mouthed, Randy’s hand still on her cheek. She raised her hand to his cheek and caressed the fine stubble. She opened her mouth just a little as did he and the tips of their tongues met.

Once again his PR went off.

They broke the kiss.

“Shithouse mouse! Every time!” Penelope whined but she was smiling.

“Come on Bishop; we got a call,” Randy cleared his throat.

“Can you at least call me Penelope?” she said as she rose and reached for her duty belt.

“Not when we’re on duty Bishop,” he replied brusquely.

She put on her hat and put her purse over her shoulder and led the way.

She jumped when Randy slapped her on the ass.

“But we’ll see about it when we are off duty,” he grinned and she smiled along with him.

She led the way down the corridor.

“Goddamit Bishop I told you never to do that again,” he growled when she deliberately skipped a pace.

To be continued.

Penelope and Randy decided it was best to take things slowly and keep their relationship a secret. It was obvious to Penelope that Randy was still unsure about her, he liked her, he found her beautiful and enchanting but he didn’t know how to deal with her being transgender. At least he was honest with her and she was content with that. They met discreetly at her apartment and necked, Randy had got as far as removing her blouse and bra and he stripping down to his underwear but all their action was all above the waist.

There was also the issue that if they declared their relationship they could no longer partner up together. The PD understood that officers developed relationships; nearly half of the Department were cops married to other cops, but the rules forbade officers working together if they were in a relationship.

Penelope quite liked that Randy wanted to take it slow; it was like being in high school again.

Of course conversation often led to Penelope’s investigation into her father’s murder but Randy was reluctant to tell her any more than he had already divulged to her.

“But how do those on the take get their money out of True Blue?” she asked him for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Eventually he relented.

“It’s easy honey. Cops who are in on it just take out interest-free loans provided by the fund. On paper the loans are repaid but they are repaid from the vig we receive from the mob and crime gangs. They never pay a cent back. Where you stand in the pecking order determines how big a loan you can get and how often. It’s rumoured that Chief Balfour makes at least a hundred grand a year above his wage,” Randy explained.

Penelope was incredulous at the audacity of the scheme.

“And you?” she took his hand and searched his eyes.

“I’ve had two loans. One for my apartment and one for my car,” Randy looked down at the carpet, his guilt evident.

She lifted his chin and leaned in and kissed him. He pulled her to him and held her tight.

“You know you really have me confused Penelope. You are so pure and you make me feel dirty,” Randy stroked the bangs out of her eyes.

“I’m nowhere near pure Randy. I’ve done things that I feel very ashamed about,” Penelope confessed.

“But not since I’ve met you. I’ve stopped catting around and I’m going easy on the booze. Shit! You’re domesticating me,” Penelope laughed.

Randy loved it when she laughed.

“But I’m corrupt honey. And I’m sorry that I dragged you into that,” Randy hung his head again.

She lifted his chin again.

“Not since you and I got together. That’s true right?” she looked at him sternly.

“That’s right honey. Not since I met you,” Randy sighed.

“I like it when you call me honey,” Penelope smiled coyly.

Randy grinned at her bashfully.

“Wanna fool around awhile?” Penelope’s smile became a lecherous grin.

Randy eased her down on the couch and snuggled up to her.

“I ain’t here for the coffee honey,” he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her.

The only other person Penelope told that she was seeing Sargent Randy Cody was Molly Harper.

“Wow sugar-tits! You landed the whale! Of course he does nothing for me but all the straight single female officers in the PD get wet for him; a few of the married women too, and a few of the guys too I bet,” Molly jibed.

“So he espouses the code of not dating fellow officers and all the time he’s putting it to Charlie Bishop’s daughter,” Molly laughed.

“Well he isn’t exactly putting it to me. Not that I wouldn’t like him to,” Penelope smirked.

“Oh really? You saving yourself for the marriage bed?” Molly’s laugh became a cackle.

“Fuck off Harper!” Penelope laughed along with her friend.

Later that week Penelope was summoned to see the Department’s equity and diversity officer for her annual interview. She strode down the Personnel Department’s corridor until she came to a room with ‘Sargent Keisha Washington - Workplace Discrimination and Behaviour Officer’ stencilled in gold on the opaque glass window set in the door.

Penelope knocked and entered.

The large African-American woman sitting behind her desk was wearing the same tight blue business suit that she had worn during Penelope’s induction training at the academy. Her jacket was unbuttoned and her blouse hardly contained her huge bust. She stood up and offered her hand. Her nylons swished as her big thighs rubbed together.

“Sit down Bishop. How’s life on the streets? I heard you been kicking ass and taking names out there,” Keisha took a pastry from a cardboard box on her desk and offered the box to Penelope.

Penelope was surprised that Sargent Washington had been following her progress, she seemed disinterested in her job when Penelope had met her at the academy. She declined the pastry.

“You skinny white girls ain’t gonna get any of that black anaconda with them bony asses,” she chuckled biting into her Danish.

“Though you ain’t that skinny are you Bishop? You tall and well filled out; I can see why those tall lanky cowboy types got an itch they want you to scratch,” Keisha raised her brows suggestively.

Penelope was taken aback; did the Sargent know about her and Randy?

Pleasantries over, Sargent Washington got to the point.

“Look I know you ain’t had it easy here Bishop. They gave you hell in the academy and even more after you graduated. I know that even though you have proved yourself on the job that some of these assholes are still hazing on you.”

“But you took it good. Shit, you even got your own back on some of those assholes and you never complained. Not once did you complain Bishop, not to me, not to anyone. You some sort of martyr?” she took a big bite of her pastry.

“Well I…” Penelope began to reply but was cut off.

“I was ragging on you Bishop. I’m proud of you, and seriously, my door is always open to you. But you be careful. Some of these boys don’t like being outshone by a woman, especially a special woman like you. I know that you don’t like mysteries and you been doing some digging and all, but all I can say is once again, you be careful,” Sargent Washington looked at her intently.

She had lost the folksy down-home demeanour and was deadly serious.

Penelope was puzzled and then she saw some notes that the Sargent had written on the whiteboard mounted on the wall. She recognised the handwriting. Then she saw the blue sharpies sitting in a tin-cup on the Sargent’s desk, right beside a small stack of brown envelopes that matched the ones that she had found under her pillow and the windscreen of her cruiser.

“Oh my god…” Penelope burst out but was shut down again.

“Oh my god nothing, Bishop,” Keisha stared at her intently.

“You are here for your annual E and D training and nothing else. I’m going to cue up the video on my computer and leave the office while you watch it. You come sit down here when I’m gone,” the Sargent was all business.

She got out of her chair, her pantyhose swished again as she walked to the door.

“Don’t you be taking my pastries while I’m gone Bishop, but you help yourself to any of those pamphlets on my desk,” she gave Penelope a conspiratorial look and closed the door.

Penelope sat behind Sargent Washington’s desk but she had no interest in the instructional video playing on the computer monitor. Instead she rifled through the pamphlets that Keisha had left stacked on the desk. Inside a promotional pamphlet for True Blue she found what she was looking for.

It was print-out of all the loans issued by the fund for the last year. She scanned it quickly, recognising some of the names and amazed at the amounts of money against them. She shoved the sheaf of papers inside her shirt and pretended to watch the rest of the video but it was hard to concentrate.

She couldn’t wait to get home to study the evidence in her possession and to see if it shed any further light on her father’s murder.

When she studied the figures in detail she was stunned by how high the corruption went. She recognised the Chief and the Mayor’s names and the staggeringly high amounts of money they had borrowed from the fund, but it went further. Loans had been approved to officials in City Hall and the State Legislature.

“Jesus Bishop! You know you’re holding a hand grenade with the pin out right there. You sure you want to keep following this lead?” Randy whistled when she showed him the spreadsheets now pinned to her crime wall.

Molly too showed concern.

“Sugar-tits, maybe you wanna back off or follow another line of inquiry. I still don’t see the link between the pension fund and Charlie’s murder,” she sounded concerned for her friend.

Penelope had become more defensive and reclusive since Sargent Washington had given her the spreadsheets, she was consumed by her investigation.

On one of the rare occasions that Randy Cody was allowed into her apartment they were fooling around on the couch when Randy took a break from their necking and spoke.

“You coming to the annual Policeman’s Ball honey? It’s a True Blue benefit dance,” Randy held her hand

“I don’t think so, no one would want me there,” she replied.

“You mistook what I said for a question Bishop. I wasn’t asking. Every police officer except for those on duty have to attend,” Randy continued.

“What’s the point? I’ll be ignored or teased by everyone there and you and I can’t dance or hang out, we have to keep our relationship a secret,” she stroked his hand hoping she hadn’t hurt his feelings.

“But I want to see you there honey. I want to see my girl dressed in a ball gown and looking fine, even if I have to worship her from afar,” Randy gave her that smile.

“Is that what I am Randy? Am I your girl?” her beautiful green eyes drilled into his.

He stroked her face and kissed her gently.

“You are my girl Penelope. My special girl,” he whispered.

“Yeah, I know I’m special,” Penelope countered.

“Jesus Bishop! Take a complement will ya!” Randy leaned into her and resumed necking.

And stunning she was. Dressed in a low-cut red satin sheath, split from ankle to thigh to show off her gossamer-sheathed legs, her tight buttocks, and small but pert breasts. She looked amazing. Randy couldn’t take his eyes off her and neither could anyone else when she walked into the ballroom at city hall.

She walked through the crowd to the bar, one of the few women there without a date, but with her head held high.

She got to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic.

“You sure know how to make an entrance sugar-tits,” Molly sidled up to her.

Molly was wearing a black ball gown and her short red hair had been styled.

“Fucking hell! Makeup, nylons, hair and heels! What the fuck Molly Harper?” Penelope had never seem Molly dressed enfemme.

“Hey a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to get along. I wore a tuxedo last year and the Chief had me kicked out,” Molly slammed her empty glass down on the bar so the barkeep could pour her another.

“Anyway Jessica Rabbit, why you so dolled up? You know you’re just going to attract unwanted attention dressed like that don’t you?” Molly gave Penelope a backhanded compliment.

“Fuck em! I thought long and hard about it and decided to dress for the only guy I care for,” Penelope smiled.

“You mean the Marlboro Man over there with his eyes hanging out of his head?” Molly nodded in Steve’s direction.

Penelope had caught Steve’s reaction to her entrance out the corner of her eye and had deliberately not looked at him.

“So near and yet so far Penny. He’s the handsomest man here and you’re the belle of the ball and you can’t even dance together,” Molly said into her drink.

“It really sucks being a girl with a dick hey?” Molly punched her in the shoulder.

“Hey I don’t mind the dick jokes just don’t call me Penny,” Penelope punched her back.

They stood at the bar drinking. No one at the ball was going to ask a lesbian or a transgender to dance, no matter hot they looked or how much they would have liked to. Prejudice and jealousy often feed one and other.

“I’m going to the ladies, get the next round in,” Penelope said.

“You want me to come with?” Molly asked.

“Nah, I’m a big girl. No ones going to fuck with me at the Policeman’s Ball,” Penelope walked away from the bar.

She used the ladies and washed her hands after. It always amazed her how the fairer sex’s toilets were far messier than the men’s. Maybe it was all that pent up anger because they had to line up to piss.

She came out into the corridor and ran into a couple of people that she wished she hadn’t.

“Hey Bishop! You were using the wrong can. Freaks and trannies get to piss outside in the garden standing up, you looking good in that dress though for a man in a girl’s body,” Brin Longmire called out to her.

He had a tall attractive young blonde woman with him; obviously his date for the night. She was laughing hysterically at everything Brin said.

“You done a good job hiding that package too, can’t see it at all. You still got it or did you get it cut off?” Brin continued to harangue her and his date continued to giggle.

“Nah, I still got it Brin. It’s still bigger than yours, but that didn’t stop you stroking it and sucking it the night of my graduation did it,” Penelope responded.

Brin’s date choked and looked at him with disgust. Brin blushed bright red.

“Aw, come on honey. Don’t you think it’s only fair that a girl gets a reach-around while your boyfriend is fucking her up the ass in her pretty pink panties?” Penelope said to Brin’s date.

Brin’s date looked revolted. She pushed Brin away and stormed off.

“That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed one day Bishop,” Brin was seething.

He turned abruptly and chased after his girlfriend.

The Mayor and the Chief of Police had taken to the stage when Penelope returned to the ballroom. They hushed the band and both made long speeches praising the police officers in the Balwyn Police Department and thanked the many legitimate benefactors who had contributed donations to the policeman’s benevolent and retirement fund.

Finally they got around to calling up individuals to issue them with honours and awards.

Penelope was amazed when the Chief made his next announcement.

“Sargent Randolph Cody awarded the Police Medal of Valour,” the Chief called out his name and Randy climbed the stairs to the stage.

“This medal is awarded to Randolph Cody for extraordinary bravery and heroism performed in the line of duty at extreme, life-threatening, personal risk. It recognises that his actions in taking down a convicted arms trafficker and as a consequence being severely wounded. His actions were above and beyond the call of duty. The medal recognises an officer who has performed an act of bravery displaying an extreme amount of courage while knowingly facing imminent danger,” Randy blushed as Mayor Frank Cannon pinned the medal to his chest.

He looked both proud and embarrassed as the photographer took a series of pictures with him the Chief and the Mayor.

“Well fuck me!” Penelope was quite amazed, Randy had told her nothing of the pending award.

“Well apparently he has fucked you, metaphorically speaking,” Molly jibed.

The Chief was winding the awards ceremony up and the orchestra was picking up their instruments when Randy walked over to the microphone.

“Mister Mayor, Chief Balfour,” he began.

The Mayor looked at the Chief who shrugged his shoulders.

“I know it’s not customary for a recipient to respond at an awards ceremony but I’d be doing the Balwyn Police Department a great disservice I didn’t recognise my partner, Officer Penelope Bishop. It was through her bravery and decisiveness that I was able to do my duty on that day,” Randy put out his hand in Penelope’s direction.

He started to clap and slowly the audience joined in. It would have been churlish not to.

“And finally, before the band fires up again. I’d like to ask her for the next dance,” he smiled at her but Penelope didn’t really see it.

She was too astonished and perplexed. The room seemed to be spinning and the sound in the room became a cacophony of waves washing over her.

“Bishop. Bishop. Bishop!” Molly shook her violently to bring her around.

“Don’t be an asshole. Go and dance with your man,” she pushed Penelope towards the middle of the room where Randy was standing waiting for her, his hand outstretched.

There was a spotlight on him and it blinded her when she stepped into it.

Randy pulled her to him and her head dropped to his shoulder as he held her tight. She thought she would faint if he didn’t hold her up.

The band started playing and female vocalist began to sing Irma Thomas’ song Anyone Who Knows What Love Is Will Understand. They danced, the meaning of the song lost on everyone else but them.

The floor around them filled with other couples and Penelope was grateful; she did not like being the centre of attention.

“I thought you were going to leave me standing in the middle of the floor looking like an asshole,” he whispered in her ear.

“I was just too confused. I didn’t know what was happening,” she said into his shoulder.

It felt good to be held tight by him like this in public.

“Did you know?” she asked.

“Yeah I knew. But I was too embarrassed to tell you,” he sighed.

“Why embarrassed?” she lifted her head and looked at him questioningly.

“Because it should be your medal Penelope,” he whispered.

“You saved my life and I’m too much of an asshole to even be seen with you publicly outside of work.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he stopped dancing and held her still, looking deeply into her eyes.

“But I love you,” he said and wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

Someone whistled and then someone cheered and then most of the crowd joined in.

Penelope was so high that she thought she was dreaming.

“Let’s get out of here. I don’t wanna share you with these people,” Randy said and led her off the dancefloor, out of the ball room and down the steps of city hall.

The Mayor and the Chief were still on the stage and watched the whole scene.

“What the fuck is going on Danny?” the Mayor growled.

“It’s all part of the plan Frank. Don’t worry about it,” the Chief gave him a sinister smile.

They took their time making love. Randy unzipped Penelope’s dress and she stepped out of it, left wearing only her pantyhose, red satin panties and red heels.

“Now there’s a sight,” Randy choked as he struggled with his tie.

Penelope pushed him down on the lounge and straddled him.

“Here. Let me,” she untied his tie and opened his shirt, sliding her fingers across his muscled chest.

Randy pulled her face to his and kissed her. She opened his shirt and helped him out of it.

“Now what do we have here,” she slowly unzipped his pants.

She moved back a little so she had access to his flies. She put her hand inside his pants and extracted his long thick penis. She had felt it pressed against her many times when they kissed and canoodled but this was the first time she had see his flesh.

She was not disappointed. It was a formidable appendage.

She began to slowly stroke him to full tumescence while Randy’s hands caressed her breasts. This was not unexplored territory for him and he knew how to pleasure her. He hefted each of her globes in his hands and then stroked her nipples, circling a finger around her areolae. She sighed with delight and when he tweaked her nipples the little berries became erect with anticipation.

Penelope leaned into him and kissed him again, she wanted to feel his lips on hers, taste his tongue.

He eased herself off him and he shucked out of the rest of his clothes and then pulled her back down on the lounge.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom,” she whispered in his ear, biting his lobe.

“I won’t make it there honey. I’m so close now that if you squeeze it too hard I’ll go off,” he kissed her again and reached for her breasts.

“Let’s slow things down,” he sighed.

“No let’s speed things up sweetheart. You’re a big strong man and I’m sure you’ve got plenty of reloads,” she grinned at him.

Randy was perplexed and didn’t understand what she meant.

She gave him a practical demonstration.

“Oh god no!” Randy hissed as Penelope lowered her face to his groin.

She held his penis gently while she lapped at his scrotum and suckled his testicles.

He tried to push her away, he was too close to orgasm.

Penelope defied him and took his manhood in her mouth and suckled the shaft and used her tongue on his glans.

“No! No! No!” Randy tried to push her face off him but it was too late.

Then he did the opposite and forced her face down on his cock whilst Penelope sucked on it, milking it of the sweet creamy issue. She swallowed each ejaculation and greedily lapped up each pearl of semen as his emissions began to subside.

Randy lay there groaning with pleasure as his orgasm wracked him. His cock felt like it was being caressed by a thousand butterflies.

Penelope licked him clean and then raised her head from his groin and smiled up at him.

“Nice?” she beamed.

Randy dragged her up his body so that she was lying on top of him.

“It was magnificent honey but I feel kinda selfish,” he smiled at her and then leaned in and kissed her.

He could taste himself on her breath.

“Oh no honey. I’m the one being selfish. When I ride that thing I don’t it going off until I have,” she grinned at him.

“Really honey? And when do you think that might happen?” he grinned at her and playfully kissed the tip of her nose.

Penelope had been rubbing her silken-clad legs on Randy’s cock. It had never fully deflated after she fellated him and she could feel it rock hard again, pressing on her pantyhosed thigh.

“I think pretty soon cowboy,” she grinned and leaned away from him, pushing on his chest.

She was straddling him cowboy style. She knew that tonight would be special and she was prepared, cleaned and lubricated in anticipation. When Randy lifted her up to guide her down on his erect penis she was more than ready. She pushed her fingernail into her pantyhose and tore open the crotch and pulled the gusset of her panties aside so that Randy could nestle his glans in her puckered bud.

“Is this ok? I’m not hurting you?” he looked up at her magnificent body sitting astride him.

She answered him the best way she knew how. She lowered herself on his long thick cock, stopping briefly to accommodate it when he pierced her sphincter, then she squatted down, impaling herself on his glorious manhood.

She smiled down at him.

“How’s that?” she grinned wickedly.

He answered her in turn by gripping her waist and raising himself up as he started to fuck her. They started slowly, getting into sync; she raising and lowering her buttocks to meet his thrusts. He was getting deeper inside her, stimulating her prostate and the sensitive nerves ringing her anus. She was erect inside her panties, her gaff had torn free when she had become aroused.

Penelope was concerned that Randy would be disgusted by her penis. She kept it trapped inside her panties and pantyhose but it was bulging conspicuously and a large wet stain was spreading in the front of her panties.

Randy was infatuated with how beautiful and sexy Penelope looked riding him in her heels and hose. He noticed the bulge in her panties and was intrigued.

Penelope’s head was thrown back, she was concentrating on fucking her boyfriend, pleasuring him whilst trying to invoke her own climax without touching herself. She did not want Randy to be revolted by her cock.

She moaned with delight when she felt Randy's fingers featherlightly stroke her erection through the layers of satin and nylon. She looked down at him with concern but she needn’t have been. He was fascinated with her hard cock pressing at the front of her panties. His fingers explored the hardened appendage and Penelope groaned.

Their fucking became heated, he raising his groin up to meet her as she squatted over him, driving her buttocks down on him so that his hard cock drove all the way inside her. Randy began to squeeze her cock and her panties became soaked with pre-ejaculate.

Penelope began to pant and moan as her orgasm approached. She could feel Randy’s cock harden even more and begin to throb and she could sense that he too was close to extremis.

She leaned forward so that she could kiss him; she wanted his lips on hers when he came inside her for the first time. He pulled her down on him with one hand while his other remained trapped between their bodies, squeezing Penelope’s cock. Their tongues entwined as Penelope pressed her buttocks down hard and gasped into his mouth.

She writhed against him and Randy’s fingers were suddenly scalded by her ejaculate as she came. He freed her cock from confines of her underwear and stroked it, milking her of her seed. The feel of her warm musky semen on his fingers and belly invoked his own orgasm.

Randy bit her lip as he raised himself off the couch, pulling her down onto him as he ejaculated deep inside her. He felt her anus spasm as it squeezed his cock, drawing every scintilla of his semen from him. Penelope was moaning and grinding herself against him, Randy’s fingers on her flesh, milking every drop from her, his throbbing cock deep inside her had elicited the most tremendous orgasm she had ever felt.

Randy sighed as the tremendous climax began to subside, he felt contentment and rapture. He had waited so long to make love to Penelope and it was everything he wanted it to be.

Penelope was sat still astride him, her body still shuddering. He felt some warm droplets fall on his face and he realised that she was crying.

He pulled her to him and pressed her body against his, He held her close and stroked her hair.

“Did I hurt you?” he said sounding genuinely concerned.

“No,” Penelope snuffled into his neck.

“What?” he lifted her face so he could see her.

“It was just so wonderful,” she sobbed.

“You were so loving and caring but at the same time you were forceful and demanding. It was just amazing,” she smiled her eyes rimmed with tears.

“I love you Randy,” she blurted through her tears.

“And I love you Penelope,” Randy stroked her face and kissed her softly.

She smiled sweetly at him and then her smile changed from sweet to sensual, and then downright lewd.

“Wanna go to the bedroom and do it all again,” she grinned down at him.

“All night long honey,” he smiled up at her.

Penelope dismounted and put out her hand to help Randy off the couch.

“All weekend long lover,” she led him to her bedroom.

Penelope was called out of rollcall on Monday morning before she even got to see Randy. She was told to report to the Chief and figured that the axe was going to fall. The Chief knew about Randy’s relationship with her and guessed that she was going to be told that she had to be assigned to a new partner but she didn’t think that it would need to cone from anyone as high up as the Chief.

She was summoned into his office as soon as she arrived.

“Close the door behind you Bishop,” the Chief gnarled.

She did so and stood to attention in front of the Chief’s desk. He stood with his back to her looking out the window.

“You and Cody make quite a team hey Bishop?” he said.

She knew the question was rhetorical and kept silent.

“I know about your crime wall Bishop. I know all about your investigation, trying to be Miss Marple and solve your daddy’s murder and also you looking into True Blue and the Department’s business where you have no business looking,” the Chief turned to face her.

Penelope was speechless; frozen to the spot.

“I’ve had my guy on you the whole time, reporting back to me almost daily,” he raised a brow.

“But Randy…” Penelope stuttered.

“Randy Cody is good police. He knows where his loyalties are,” the Chief interrupted.

“This is going to be your first and final warning. You’re going back to the evidence room. You’re going to cease your meddling. You’re going to keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?” the Chief glared at her.

Penelope nodded.

“You say ‘yes Chief’ then you toddle out of here and go home and put on your short skirt, nylons and heels and get back up on that ladder so that Tony Abbot can jack off looking up at your panties ok?” the Chief leaned across his desk.

“Two other alternatives Bishop. One you resign. Two… well let’s not talk about two,” he grinned.

“I’m not resigning!” Penelope snapped.

“Well go and put on your little skirt and report to Evidence,” the Chief picked up his newspaper off the desk and sat down.

“Don’t let the door hit you in your pretty little ass on the way out Bishop. You looked good on Saturday by the way, hope you gave my boy a good ride when he got you home,” he shook the newspaper open and ignored her.

Penelope stormed out the building and into the carpark where Randy was supervising his new partner going over pre-starts on his cruiser.

“Hey Bishop…” Randy never got to finish the sentence before Penelope’s fist caught him square on the jaw.

Randy was so surprised that he fell backwards onto the police cruiser.

“Asshole!” she screamed at him and stormed off.

Penelope got into her little Honda and drove home ignoring Randy’s calls and texts. She changed into her office attire and drove back to Police Plaza.

She spent the rest of the day in the stacks with Tony Abbot looking up her skirt. She couldn’t even be bothered about it and let him look all he wanted. She went home that night and called Molly who came straight around with a bottle of bourbon and a shoulder for her to cry on.

“Men! Can't live with them, can't live without them, can’t kill them. At least you can’t. I’m just an crazy old lesbian," Molly joked and finally got Penelope to stop crying and laugh with her.

Meanwhile Chief Balfour was busy.

“I’ve given that tranny cooze enough slack Frank. I don’t trust it as far as I can throw it. I bet my ass that she’s still investigating Charlie’s murder and his links to True Blue. I’ve got my guys on it, the tranny slit is going to cause us no more trouble,” Daniel Balfour breathed heavily into the phone.

“No mistakes Danny. This is going to bring down a shit-storm and I don't want any of it getting on me,” the Mayor hissed into the phone.

“I’ve got it locked up tight and I’ll even put a bow on the package so the crime scene guys can’t fuck this one up,” Daniel Balfour chuckled.

“Just get it done and get the case closed Danny,” the Mayor put down the phone.

They came for her when she finished work and was about to climb into her Honda. One man put a gun in her back while the other man disarmed her. They forced her into the driver’s seat of her car and one man got in the front passenger seat, putting his gun on her while the other climbed in the back and rested his gun on the headrest.

It was late and Penelope had been made to work back so it was between shifts when she quit for the day and the carpark was dark and empty. She didn’t think that this was a coincidence. The man beside her ordered her drive out of the city.

Randy Cody watched the whole scene and smiled grimly. He switched his PR to a pre-arranged discrete frequency.

“Got my eyes on the prize. Looks like our guys have got her. I’ll pick you up on the corner we’ll follow them at a discreet distance as discussed,” Randy said.

Penelope had been driving for what seemed like hours and she was tired. She was also tired of the guy beside her, who she now knew was named Bobby, rattle on about whether he was going to fuck her before or after he killed her.

“Ok turn here,” Bobby pointed to an exit lit only by highway reflectors.

Penelope turned off the road and onto an unsealed track, she could see the lights of a house in the distance. She drove carefully; she had considered driving the car into a tree or a ditch and taking her chances but the man behind her would pull the trigger before she could do anything like that.

“Ok hot-legs, pull in here and let’s get this over with. I’m getting out first while Eddie covers you then you get out, then Eddie. We do it nice and slow so no one gets hurt; you ain’t got long left to live but you don’t want what you got cut short,” Bobby said through gritted teeth.

She got out and smoothed her skirt before putting her hands behind her head as instructed. Eddie waved his pistol towards the house and Penelope started to walk towards it. It was a ramshackle farmhouse with weathered boards and a hitched roof; light poured from the windows and the front door was ajar.

Bobby moved ahead of Penelope and got the door while Eddie kept his gun on her. She squinted as she came into the light and Eddie pushed her through the stoop and closed the door.

Chief Daniel Balfour was standing next to a chair that stood in the middle of the otherwise empty room. The place smelled of dust, mouse shit, gun oil and an acrid chemical smell.

“Take a seat blondie,” Daniel said pointing at the hard wooden chair.

Penelope sat down and smoothed her skirt. Bobby and Eddie took station either side of her.

“I knew…” Penelope began to speak and the Chief backhanded her across the mouth.

“You couldn’t leave well enough alone could you? You could have walked away so many times or you could have just shut the fuck up and stopped meddling. Christ you’re a half decent cop! You could have even have made detective one day and if you’d played along you could be on the pad like the rest of us,” Daniel shook a cigarette from his packet and lit it.

“Now it all comes down to this. You’re gonna end up just like your dad; killed in the line of duty. Out here in Bumfuck investigating a drug lab,” he nodded to the kitchen.

Penelope turned her head. She could see just enough of the kitchen to see that a meth lab had been set up in it. There was a fresh corpse blocking the doorway.

“Meet the guy who killed you Bishop. Well that’s what the crime scene guys are gonna think. Shame he shot you at the same you got him. But that’s what happens when you go off on your own investigating crimes in your own time, unauthorised and without a partner to back you up,” the Chief chuckled.

“Can you at least tell me why my father was killed? I’m done anyway, at least give me that,” Penelope was determined not to cry but her words came out choked.

“Charlie Bishop was the best of the best. He was my perfect cop. He shook those organised crime bosses and pissant gangbangers down for every nickel and dime he could squeeze from them,” Daniel began.

“He was my enforcer and practically ran True Blue for me but he was loyal to the PD. Loyal to the PD over me even. When he found out that some of us were taking more than our fair share out of the fund he baulked.”

“He wanted all of the bribes, the vig, the pad, everything to be shared equally through True Blue. Equal shares for every member.”

“He threatened to expose me, the Mayor, and everyone else who was taking more than they were entitled.”

“Christ! He was an idealist and I can’t condone idealists, not when they threaten me. So he had to go,” Daniel dropped his cigarette on the floor and crushed it out.

He picked it up and put in his pocket.

“So what happened that night behind Morganson’s Hardware Store?” Penelope asked.

The chief just shrugged as if it was nothing.

Bobby spoke up.

“I’ve decided I wanna fuck her while she’s still breathing, but first can I show her the video?” he said.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t care either way.

“Yeah, show her the video and then let’s fuck her. I like it when they fight a little,” Eddie grinned.

“Can’t we just get this over?” the Chief growled.

Eddie offered the Chief his gun.

“Sure we can Balfour, here you do it.”

Chief Balfour looked distastefully at the proffered gun. He used violence when necessary but never personally, that’s why he had thugs like these guys on the payroll.

“Ok show her the video and you can both fuck her brains out for all I care. But just finish her off and make sure it looks good for the forensic team and the investigators,” the distaste evident in his voice.

Eddie put his gun to Penelope’s temple to make sure she did nothing stupid.

Bobby stuffed the Glock 27 into his back pocket and took out his phone. He bought up a video and put the screen in front of Penelope’s face.

She watched the screen intently.

It was the back alley behind Morganson’s Hardware and her father was approaching a black sedan. The rear window came down and Charlie spoke to someone inside the car. The passenger extended a hand and offered Charlie a red velvet bag which he took. He turned away and the man in the car must have said something because Charlie turned around and leaned in towards the window.

Penelope saw the gun and the muzzle blast and then her father’s head whipped back as blood spurted from the exit wound. She began to sob but couldn’t look away.

Her father lay dead on the ground, his head was shattered and his arm was outflung. He had dropped the red velvet bag. The rear door of the car opened and Eddie got out of the car. He checked Charlie to make sure her father was dead.

Penelope thought that she was beyond being shocked any further but then Chief Daniel Balfour came into view, he had been off camera, likely hiding behind the hardware store. He looked down at Charlie and reached down for the bag but Eddie snatched his hand away. They argued but eventually the Chief strode away and Eddie got back in the car and it drove away at speed.

“You took the velvet bag from the evidence room later to retrieve the rubies and was stupid enough to get photographed with it on your desk. That’s why you and Eddie were arguing wasn’t it? You wanted to take the bag at the crime scene but Eddie needed it to be left there for the crime lab guys to find,” Penelope directed at the Chief.

“Shut the fuck up and watch the screen. Now comes the good bit,” Bobby chuckled.

Penelope gasped.

Molly Harper dressed in her street blues came into frame. She bent down and looked intently at Charlie’s body and then she stood up and casually lit a cigarette. She hit the panic button on her PR and leaned against the wall while she waited for a response team.

“Oh no!” Penelope cried.

“Oh yes!” Bobby taunted her.

“It was Eddie’s idea to film the hit as insurance in case Monsieur Le Mayor or Danny Boy here decided they no longer needed us. They sent the lesbian cop to confirm that we had the video when we told them that we’d filmed the hit and I made her fuck me before I showed it to her,” Bobby sounded pleased with himself.

“I hope you rode that bitch hard!” Penelope sniped.

“He did ride me hard sugar-tits but I kinda liked it,” Molly came from out of the kitchen, stepping over the corpse.

She was dressed in her street blues.

“How could you!” Penelope tried to get out of the chair but Eddie sat her back on her ass.

“How could I what you dumb cunt? How many times did I tell you to get the fuck out of Balwyn and not come back and to stop your meddling into True Blue?” Molly stood in front of Penelope and looked down at her.

“I remember my exact words to you at your father’s funeral. ‘You’re better off out of Balwyn and you’re damn lucky that you didn’t follow your daddy into the PD’ and later then that same night I said, ‘Get the fuck outta here and don’t come back.’”

“How many warnings did you fucking-well need!” Molly screeched so hard that her spittle rained on Penelope’s face.

“But you were the one who told me that my father’s murder was unsolved. You piqued my interest,” Penelope retorted.

“Yeah well that backfired. I only told you that to lower your expectations. To keep you from coming back to Balwyn and to keep you waiting for the case to be solved. You weren’t supposed to try to solve it yourself, dumbass,” Molly shook her head.

“So it wasn’t Randy shadowing me and ratting me out to the Chief it was you!” Penelope pointed an accusary finger at Molly.

“Honey I befriended you to try to keep you clear of this shit but here you are, and you’re going to die just like daddy,” Molly put her hands on her hips defiantly.

“But why? I thought you were my friend,” Penelope sighed.

“Money sugar-tits, it’s all about the money,” Molly grinned.

“Ok can we get to fucking now. I wanna hear this tranny bitch scream when I put it to her,” Bobby sniggered.

“Do what you gotta do boys; just leave a good crime scene,” Daniel Balfour was anxious to leave.

“So long sugar-tits. Been nice knowing you,” Molly shrugged her shoulders and turned to the door.

At that exact moment the door flew open and Randy Cody entered, weapon drawn.

Molly reached for her service weapon and Randy shot her twice before shifting aim to Bobby and putting two in his chest. Cindy Huxtable had come through the back door and she took out Eddie as he drew down on Randy.

Police Chief Daniel Balfour put up his hands and began to cry.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I surrender,” he wailed.

Cindy covered the Chief while Randy checked the two hitmen and Molly for signs of life.

He bent down and picked up Penelope’s Glock from Eddie’s lifeless hand.

Penelope was in shock but she stood up and quickly took stock of the situation.

Randy handed Penelope her weapon.

“You’re obviously feeling in fear of your life Bishop. You’d be justified in shooting our honourable Chief of Police,” he said through gritted teeth.

Penelope extracted the magazine and actioned the slide, catching the ejected 9mm parabellum round with practiced ease. She slammed the magazine back into the pistol and aimed it at Chief Daniel Balfour’s forehead.

“You had my father killed you asshole! This is for him!” Penelope put her finger inside the trigger guard.

The front of Chief Balfour’s uniform pants darkened as he pissed himself followed by the fetid smell of him evacuating. He fell to his knees on the floor and held out his palms in supplication.

“Please don’t! For god sake, please don’t shoot me!” he begged, tears running down his fat cheeks.

“You get the same mercy that you showed my father,” Penelope said coldly.

She adjusted her aim and pulled the trigger.

Danny Balfour screamed as Penelope’s gun clicked, the firing pin released into an empty barrel.

“You coward! If you’d ever had the guts to use your weapon you’d know that I actioned the weapon before I put in the magazine. This is for my father,” Penelope kicked Chief Balfour in the crotch and felt his testicles pop.

He fell flat on the floor soaked in his own piss and shit, clutching his balls and wailing.

Penelope actioned her weapon. Now that it was loaded she set the safety and holstered it on her duty belt.

“Let’s get out of here. This place stinks. Cindy you wait here for backup while we go and arrest Mayor Cannon,” Randy spun on his heels.

Penelope led the way to the door.

“Fuck you, you tranny cunt!” Daniel Balfour bellowed painfully.

“I’ll talk to IAD. I’ll tell them everything! I’ll tell them how your boyfriend Randolph Cody was my bagman and killed that spick in the warehouse while trading guns for cash!”

“You think you’re going to play happy families with the tranny freak Randy? She’s going to be visiting you in jail giving the other cons blowjobs on visiting days to keep them from killing you!” Daniel had got to his knees but was still nursing his scrotum.

Penelope spun on her heels again, drawing her weapon as she did.

She shot Daniel Balfour between the eyes and calmly holstered her weapon.

“Seems I was in fear of my life,” she shrugged her shoulders.

Randy walked over to the Chief’s corpse and un-holstered Daniel Balfour’s ancient sidearm. He pressed the weapon into the Chief’s dead hand and pointed it at the wall behind Penelope and Cindy. He fired two rounds into the wall and lowered the Chief’s hand to the floor.

“You’re making a habit of that,” Penelope said sarcastically.

“Hey. I witnessed it all. The Chief got the drop on us and got away two rounds before Bishop took him down in self defence,” Cindy Huxtable said coldly.

“I saw exactly the same,” Randy walked over to the two women.

They stood on the porch of the rickety cottage and watched the red, white and blue lights loom through the trees and listened to the sirens in the distance. Cindy had activated the ‘panic button’ on her PR when she and Randy had first arrived at the farmhouse and the cavalry was on the way.

“You two probably need to talk. I’ll get on the PR to the those guys and give them a sitrep,” Cindy walked over to the far corner of the porch and began to talk into her radio.

Randy stepped down onto the hard ground and looked up at Penelope Bishop, he always felt like he was drowning when he looked into those big green eyes.

“You saved my life; even after I falsely accused you,” Penelope looked demure.

“You were an asshole Bishop,” Randy grinned up at her.

She couldn’t help but grin back at him.

Randy surprised her by pulling her down into his arms and carrying her down the dusty track toward his cruiser. As he carried her he looked down into her tearing eyes.

“What do we do now Bishop? How do we make this work?” he lowered his face to hers and kissed her.

“I love you Randy and I’ll do my best to make it work but if you don’t like it you can always trade me in for a real woman,” Penelope replied when they broke the kiss.

“Jesus Bishop!” Randy said, exasperated.

He put her down on her feet but still held on to her. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and studied her face.

“You are a real woman Penelope. My woman,” he pulled her close and kissed her again.

The End

Author's note: My best story so far I think. Tell me what you think of it please.