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He dropped his pants and stood behind her, a rather useful erection protruding from his groin. He pulled aside the gusset of Glenda's satin granny-panties and poked a hole in her tights. He slammed his cock into her sloppy wet cunt.Glenda was so wet that Ruffe could smell the pungent stench of her cunt.Ruffe grabbed Glenda by the hips and began to fuck her hard and fast, bringing his cock all of the way out and then slamming it all the way back inside her."Guh! Guh! Guh!" Glenda grunted every time Ruffe's cock slammed into her sodden minge.She put her hand inside the waistband of her knickers and tights and found her sloppy cunt inside the thatch of pubic hair, she opened her thick labia and pressed her finger to her clitoris and rubbed it hard. Waves of pleasure reradiated from her cunt.Ruffe interrupted Glenda. He pulled out of her, spun her around lifted her onto the desk. She opened her legs wide and Ruffe slammed his cock back inside her and Glenda closed her big thighs around Ruffe to keep him close. They could kiss now while they fucked and the base of Ruffe's cock stimulated Glenda's clitoris. She wrapped her arms around Ruffe and pulled him tight against her as she orgasmed, screaming obscenities into his mouth.Ruffe pushed Glenda down on the desk and slammed his cock inside her all the way and ejaculated; his scalding semen filled her slippery twat and dribbled down the crack of her buttocks, soaking into her knickers.When Ruffe had finished coming Glenda pushed him away from her and scrambled around the desktop until her hand found what she was looking for. She snatched up the box of tissues and took a handful and began to wide herself between her legs. Ruffe snatched a handful and wiped his cock."If you've got spunk on my dress Ruffe I'll kill you," Glenda whined."Oh fuck off Glenda; you wanted it as much as I did," Ruffe grinned."Yeah, I suppose I did. You fuck pretty good for a skinny, Scandinavian, newspaper reporter," she joked."Hey! Enough of the Scandinavian, you copper bitch," Ruffe pulled her into his arms and kissed her and she let him."Ok. I'll go down first and then you go and pretend to have a smoke and then come join me," Glenda said."So that no one knows we snuck away for a fuck?" Ruffe stated the obvious.Glenda nodded.As she walked away Ruffe failed to tell her that back of her dress was caught in her tights.*****Robin and Charlie danced the night away both noticing and commenting about how close Glenda and Ruffe were dancing."Who would have thought? What a strange couple," Robin commented."Really! Is that the pot calling the kettle black?" Charlie smiled up at him amused.Robin got it and smiled back at her."Drink?" Robin nodded at the bar and Charlie nodded her assent.Robin went to the bar and got them both drinks while Charlie sat at their table, rubbing her feet; it had been a long night on the dance floor. Muriel Shutter and the other policeman's wife who had displayed their dislike of her left the table again as soon as Charlie sat down. She was used to being shunned by some people so she didn't care; she now had a circle of good friends and a man who loved her.Robin came over with the drinks and they both took some time to relax and chill out."I'm going to the ladies," Charlie whispered in Robin's ear over the din of the band.Robin nodded and leaned back in his seat and surveyed the room feeling very contented.Chief Constable Edward Bard slipped into the seat beside Robin, his face fixed with a scowl."Good evening sir," Robin offered his hand.Edward looked at Robin's hand like he was holding turd but he eventually reached out and shook it limply.Edward Bard was in foul mood. He had seen Glenda and Ruffe canoodling on the dance floor and watched them sneak away. If Alicia wasn't watching him like a hawk he would have gone after them. His wife had been distant all evening and he suspected that some evil cunt had told her that he was having an affair with Glenda. As much as they had tried to keep the relationship discreet, tongues till wagged. Unfortunately for Robin he was the only target on which Edward could inflict his venom."I hear your little SCI hasn't produced anything productive. Probably time to shut it down," Edward swallowed his whisky in one gulp and waved his empty glass at a waiter hovering nearby."On the contrary sir we have some ideas but we need to refine them and follow them up before we pass them on to the CID Task Force," Robin countered."I'm moving Glenda on and as I only set up the Special Crime Investigation team as a favour to her so there is no need for me to let your motley crew continue to waste police resources," Edward considered the bottom of his empty glass.A waiter put a fresh drink in front the Chief Constable and then looked inquiringly at Robin who shook his head."And you need to seriously consider what you're doing or you're likely to end up on the scrapheap with her, or maybe even discharged from the service as unsuitable," Edward picked up his fresh drink and sipped it."I beg your pardon sir?" Robin asked incredulously.Edward reached into his jacket and produced a copy of Modern Girl, one of many that had mysteriously appeared and had been circulating the room. He slapped it down on the table."You can't get it right can you? You vilify that thing within earshot of the media and then you do a complete turnabout and start shagging it," Edward said through gritted teeth."How could you bring her here? You mug! People thought that you had brought her here as a charity case and then you carry on like a love-smitten schoolboy on the dance floor.""She, him, it, whatever, is a common prostitute... a fucking transvestite prostitute. And you get her a job with your sister cutting hair in London. At least she's with the other freaks in Soho I suppose. If you had kept your tryst with the miscreation secret it would be tolerable; but this! This!" Edward slammed the flat of hand down on the cover of the magazine to emphasise his point."I want your SCI wrapped by the end of next week. No more press releases from that Scandinavian shitraker, the tranny goes back to hawking her arse or cutting hair -- I don't care which and Glenda reports to my office for reassignment Monday week and you go back to CID.""If you're still shacked up with that tranny tart you can come in and hand me your resignation or you can take a demotion to Detective Constable if you dump her; your choice," Edward arose unsteadily before Robin could answer."Make the right choice Sparrow; other than making some stupid errors of judgement recently you're really not a bad copper," Edward patted Robin's shoulder heavily and walked away.Charlie noticed the line-up at the ladies as soon as she entered the corridor. A couple of women were leaning against the wall smoking, contrary to the building regulations. Charlie rummaged in her clutch for her own cigarettes and then she looked up and saw a delegation of women blocking her way.Alicia Bard, Muriel Shutter and the surly policeman's wife stood in front of her with their arms folded. The other women sensed that trouble was brewing and squeezed past them and left them alone.Muriel Shutter held up a copy of Modern Girl and spat on it, dropped it on the floor and ground her heel into it."You're going to the wrong toilets Mister. The men's is down the next corridor, I don't think they have a toilet for perverts," she hissed."What the fuck are you even doing here? You admitted yourself that you're a prostitute and really a man under that lipstick and powder. You're a fucking disgrace and dishonour us all for even being here," the policeman's wife chimed in."Why don't you just leave and take that other whore with you," Alicia said bitterly."Other than you three I don't see any other whores here," Charlie countered.The three women narrowed their eyes and gritted their teeth."Oh, here comes the other whore now," Alicia pointed over Charlie's shoulder.Glenda had entered the corridor and was approaching, adjusting a shoulder strap on her gown."What's goin on Charlie?" Glenda asked as she approached."What's going on is this maleficent perverted man in a dress is trying to use the wrong toilets," Muriel screamed, pointing at Charlie."He's not welcome here and neither are you fat home-wrecker," Alicia added."Charlie is twice the woman of any of you harpies and if you have an issue with your husband putting his cock around, maybe you should consider opening that plugged-up pit between your legs Alicia. Now if any of you would like to take this further I'm sure Charlie and I can sort you out and send you home crying," Glenda stood beside Charlie."You three look like you couldn't beat the skin off a rice pudding and I'm versed in self-defence and Charlie here has taken on the Essex Slasher. Any of you tarts fancy being punched arse-up bring it on... together or one at a time," Glenda challenged."That's the sort of behaviour I'd expect from your sort. Common as dirt!" Alicia replied but the fear in her eyes was evident as was the reluctance of the other two women to engage physically."Don't go home angry; just go home ladies," Glenda and Charlie stood aside so the three women could leave."Whores!" Alicia called out as she scuttled past."Frigid old frump!" Glenda called after her.Charlie and Glenda burst out laughing and clung to each other as they nearly collapsed laughing."Just as well they didn't want to fight; I'm pissed as a parrot," Glenda chuckled."And I can fight alright but not in this skin-tight satin sheath," Charlie added.They both went into the ladies and stopped at the mirror to fix their makeup; Glenda's was particularly smudged and Charlie had a good idea why."I'm going to be a while Charlie, I need to do a little housekeeping and change me knickers," Glenda cackled as she closed the door to her cubicle."Too much information Glenda," Charlie sniggered and went into another cubicle.Being a
