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I did not write the following story; I am only posting it for the
enjoyment of others. And if you are under the age of 18 or do not
enjoy sexual content, please read no further. Bla bla bla.
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Highway Patrol
by Ann Douglas
Part One
The roar of the engine filled the early
morning desert air as the canary yellow 1996
Viper convertible raced down the empty highway.
The young woman at the wheel paid no attention
to the tableau around her as it hurried past. Her
mind was on much more important matters.
To anyone who owned a television, the
young redhead's face was instantly recognizable.
Right after, that was, they stopped looking at the
long smooth, tanned legs that stretched out from
her white shorts and the overflowing breasts that
strained against a small red tank top that had to be
at least two sizes too small. What her legions of
fans would find shocking would be the angry
thoughts that filled her mind.
"Goddamn fucking agents.." Angela
Foster yelled into the wind as she shifted into
another gear with an angry movement. "They
have some fucking nerve!"
The agent in particular that Angela's anger
was directed against was one John Temple. He
was one of the best movers and shakers in
Hollywood and the man who had started Angela
on the road to stardom.
Last night, Angela had attended a party at
the palatial desert ranch of producer William
Donovan. It was supposed to cement the deal
giving her the lead role in his next sure
blockbuster film. What the reality had been was
that Donovan had wanted to cement the deal in
his bed. An event that Temple had assured him
was more than probable.
"When is that asshole going to remember
that I'm a major star." Angela thought. "I don't
have to spread my legs for some balding sixty-two
year old."
Angela was the star of one of the years hit
series, "Los Angeles Blues". Know sarcastically
as "Babes in Blue", it was the network's answer to
Baywatch. And unlike it's beach counterpart, it's
main star was female, namely Angela Foster. By
the time she was done, she was convinced they'd
be saying Pamela who?
The days were long gone when the 26 year
old had to put out to get ahead. It was time John
learned that. He was no longer making the
decisions about her career - she was. And if he
couldn't get that into his head, well there were
other agents.
Lost in angry thought, Angela barely
noticed the small comfort station along the road
that she barreled past at better than 100 mph.
What she did become painfully aware of was the
flashing red and blue lights of the highway patrol
cruiser that appeared moments later from behind
the building.
"Fuck!" Angela yelled as she turned and
looked over her shoulder. "This shit I don't need
right now."
Had she been thinking a little cooler,
Angela would've simply pulled over and taking the
ticket and the inevitable lecture. In fact, based on
the previous four times she'd been pulled over for
speeding, she wouldn't get either. At worse, she'd
show a little skin, flash some tit and leave a
satisfied patrolman with a story to tell and an
autograph.
But this morning Angela had an anger at
the whole world and instead pressed her foot
down on the accelerator, causing the high
performance automobile to quickly close on it's
top speed of 165 mph.
"Eat shit and die!" Angela laughed as she
image of the police cruiser in her rear view mirror
receded in the distance. Even if they'd managed
to copy down her plate number, she didn't care.
After all, it was Temple's car that she'd borrowed
and if they went looking for him, it would serve
the little cocksucker right.
Two minutes later the police cruiser was
gone from view and already fading from Angela's
mind. She downshifted and slowed to a more
respectable velocity. A sly smile crossed her lips
at her small victory.
The smile quickly faded as she cleared a
small rise in the road and saw the police cruiser
ahead of her. The cruiser was spread across both
lanes about a quarter mile ahead. It took a second
for her to realize that it wasn't the same one she'd
left behind in the dust. Fast as a Viper was, it
couldn't outrun a radio signal.
Angela slowed to a stop and considered
her options. Upon due reflection, the actress
realized that her little run for the gold was one big
fucking mistake. If word of this got to the tabloid
press, the negative publicity would be awkward to
say the least. As much as she liked to consider
herself as a major star, Angela was enough of a
realist at times to know the truth of the old saying
that "fame was fleeting."
She took a deep breath and began to move
forward at a greatly reduced speed. Angela put
on her contrite face and practiced her apology.
She had to get out of this as quick as possible. If
worse came to worse, she'd offer to blow the cop.
She couldn't imagine any normal guy turning
down that offer. There were far worse things that
she'd done for her career.
"Shit, what if he's gay?" she thought as
she came to a stop a hundred feet from the police
cruiser. "In that case, I'll fix him up with Ramon."
she decided, picturing the 6'2" stud that the studio
had hired as her personal trainer. She wanted to
bed him so badly and wanted to cry when she
found out that he wasn't the least bit interested.
Long minutes passed as Angela watched
the police officer sit in the front seat of the
cruiser. She wondered what the hell he was
waiting for, then got her answer as the lights of
the first highway patrol cruiser appeared again in
her rear view mirror.
"Guess I'm going to have to make that two
blowjobs." Angela thought as she recalled the
night six years before when she'd done summer
stock and had participated in her last threesome.
It was a pleasant memory but she pushed it aside.
Damage control came first.
"Showtime." Angela said to herself as she
saw the doors of both of the police cruisers open
and a uniformed figure step out of each.
Angela stretched the open top of her
blouse to give an even better view of her breasts.
The deep valley between her mounds was clearly
visible. She pushed her ample breasts up to give
an even better view of them. She checked her
face in the mirror and was satisfied that she was as
hot as she ever was. Her hands ran through her
long red hair and she pulled it back.
"Good morning officer." Angela said with
her warmest voice as she turned with a flair to
face the officer approaching from behind.
"License and registration please." the
officer said as the blue uniformed figure stepped
up to the drivers side door.
The look of confidence on Angela's face
turned to dust in the wind as the actress looked
right into a set of breasts even more impressive
than her own. Dark black hair tied in a bun
framed a creamy white face. Behind a pair of
mirrored sunglasses were a pair of baby blue eyes.
"Of course." Angela said, trying to regain
her composure. "I realize I was speeding," she
said in her most apologetic tone. "And I have the
highest respect for people who wear that uniform.
I don't know if you recognize me but....."
"Yes, I recognize you, Ms. Foster." the
officer who's nameplate identified as Clarke. "But
I still need to see your license and registration."
"Of course." Angela said as she noticed
the other officer approach the car from the other
side.
The second officer was also a woman.
Four inches shorter than her partner's 5'9" she was
a more heavy set, Hispanic woman. A full figured
woman, her heavy breasts were larger than either
of the other two women. Short dark brown hair
famed a round pleasant face and brown eyes hid
behind the standard mirrored sunglasses. The
name on the nameplate was de la Gura.
"Like I said, I have the highest respect for
police officers." Angela said as she searched
through her purse for her license. "I'm sure you've
seen my show and I..."
"We've seen it." Officer Clarke said in a
disapproving voice.
"Yeah, Babes In Blue." her partner
chimed in an equally cold voice. "Now there's an
accurate portrayal of the LAPD."
"I'm fucked!" Angela thought as she
pulled her license out of her purse and handed it
to the officer to her left.
Is the car registered to you, Ms. Foster?"
Officer Clark asked as she examined the license.
"Actually it belongs to my agent." Angela
answered. "I guess the registration is in the glove
compartment."
Angela leaned over and opened the glove
compartment. As she stretched across the bucket
seats, Angela gave both officers a great view of
the best breasts a Beverly Hills surgeon could
offer. It was a pity, she thought, that the view was
wasted.
It's got to be in here somewhere." Angela
said as she pushed aside a large assortment of
junk. "Here it is." she cried out as she pulled a
small leather packet from the back of the
compartment.
As she pulled her hand out, her bracelet
caught on another packet and pulled it out as well.
As her hand emerged back into the warm morning
air, the second package fell onto the unoccupied
passenger seat.
"What's this?" Officer de la Gura asked as
she reached down and picked up the clear plastic
bag. Inside it was a fine white powder very
familiar to all three of them.
"That's not mine!" Angela immediately
called out.
"How many times have I heard that
before." Diane Clarke said as her partner
examined the packet a little more closely. "What
do you think, Maria?"
"Definitely more than 28 grams." Maria
de la Gura said as she gauged the weight of the
package after tasting it.
"Dealers weight." Diane added as the
package was passed to her and she sampled it as
well.
"I don't understand." Angela said.
"This isn't just possession." Diane said in a
serious tone. "Having more than 28 grams of
cocaine implies intent to sell. And the penalties
that go with it."
"But it isn't mine." Angela insisted.
"Please get out of the car." Officer Clarke
said.
"Oh God, what do I do now?" Angela
asked of herself as she stepped out of the car. "I
wish John was here, he always knew what to do."
Then she realized that it was obviously
John's package of cocaine. He must've bought it
for some of his other clients.
"This can't be happening to me." Angela
thought as she felt cold steel wrap itself around
her wrists and the voice of Officer de la Gura read
her the rights she had hear herself repeat so often
on her TV series.
"Do you understand these rights as they've
been explained to you?" Maria asked.
"No, I mean yes." Angela answered.
"Not so much fun when it's not make
believe, is it?" Diane asked as she began to lead
Angela back to the rear police car.
"Wait, there has to be some way for us to
work this out." Angela said as she stopped short.
In a state of panic, Angela missed the
knowing smile that Diane gave Maria. The
Hispanic officer walked around the Viper and
came to a stop in front of Angela and Diane.
"Do you hear this bitch." she said as she
stood only a few inches from Angela's face. "She
thinks her money can buy her way out of
anything."
"Maybe we should hear her out." Diane
suggested. "If nothing else it might be
entertaining."
"All right sweet cheeks, my partner wants
to hear what you have to say." Maria said.
"Better make it good."
Angela took a deep breath. If she was
very, very lucky, maybe there was still a way out
of this mess. She directed her comments to Diane
who seemed the most receptive to the idea of
working something out.
"Look, you know that bags not mine." she
began. "So why don't we just make believe none
of this ever happened. I'm sure I can make it
worth your wild. Say, a thousand dollars a
piece?"
"Fucking bitch!" Maria yelled into Angela's
face. "Do we look stupid?"
"Easy, Maria." Diane interrupted.
"You saw that article in People last
month." Maria continued. What does she make
per episode of that candy ass program - forty
thousand dollars! I'll bet she spends more than a
thousand dollars a year on her dogs."
"You have a point, Maria." Diane said.
"We'd better get going." she added as she gave a
tug on Angela's arm.
"No, please." Angela said in desperation.
"I'm sorry, double it, no ..triple it. There has to be
something I can give you."
"You have that much money on you?"
Diane asked.
"No, of course not." Angela said. "No one
carries money anymore. I could write you a
check." she suggested.
"Yeah, right!" Maria laughed.
"There has to be something?" Angela insisted.
"Come on." Diane said as she pulled Angela
forward.
"Wait a second." Maria said, causing
Diane to stop in mid-step. "Maybe there is
something she can do for us."
"Anything!" Angela insisted.
"I'd like to see this high and mighty
television princess get down on her knees and lick
my pussy." Maria said.
"What?" Angela said surprised.
"You heard me." Maria answered. "And
don't look so shocked. I'm sure it wouldn't be the
first time you've had a cunt in your face."
True be told, it actually would only be the
second time Angela had been with a woman. Back
when she had first been up for the part in Los
Angeles Blues, the final choice on the lead had
rested in the hands of Sylvia Toland, the executive
producer. The 59 year old woman had come right
out and told Angela that if she really wanted the part
then she would have to earn it the old fashion way
- in her bed. She said that the other actress up
for the part had already agreed to spent the
weekend away with Sylvia, but the producer
would really rather it be Angela. Without a second
thought, Angela had agreed.
"If I agree to do that, will you let me go?"
Angela asked, panic making her willing to accept
any way out of her predicament.
"Sure." Maria said.
"Why not." Diane agreed.
"All right, I'll do it." Angela said in a quiet
voice. "Just let me go and then you can come to
my house this weekend and....."
"Hold it one minute...." Maria interrupted.
"We're not making a date here. If we're going to
do it, it's going to be right here, right now."
"Now...." Angela repeated.
"That's right." Maria said. "Unless you'd
rather take the chance that your high price lawyers
can get you out of this. Of course I'm sure some
of the ladies in holding would appreciate a chance
to share some of your charms."
"And in a high profile bust like this, I'm
sure the D.A. would want to handle the case
personally." Diane added. "What with all the
media attention and all. If only to make sure that
there was no special treatment."
"Okay, okay...I'll do it." Angela said, the
image of being trapped overnight or even longer
in a cell with the scum of Los Angeles sending a
shiver down her back.
"Good." Maria smiled.
Maria reached forward and slid her hand
up and under Angela's tank top. She squeezed the
actress's left breast, playing for a moment with her
nipple. Then she grabbed the bottom of the tank
top and pulled it up, exposing both breasts. She
cupped the other mound and repeated her actions.
"What'd I tell you." she laughed to Diane
as she felt the hardness under the skin. "Fake as
they come!"
"No shit!" Diane said as she reached out
and pressed her own left hand against Angela's
globes. "I never felt a fake pair."
"Must've cost a bundle." Maria noted as
she continued to play with one breast. "Isn't that
right sweet cheeks."
"Yes." Angela said, feeling more than a
little embarrassed
"You still want her?" Diane asked,
wondering if the revelation made a difference.
"Fuck yes!" Maria said. "I don't care if
the tits are fake, her mouth's real enough."
"Can you take off the handcuffs?" Angela
asked.
"Not yet," Maria said. "We'll get to that
soon enough."
With that, Maria slid her hand down
Angela's chest and under the waistband of her
shorts. A smile filled her face as she discovered
that Angela wore no panties. The smile grew
brighter with a second discovery.
"This bitch is wet!" she exclaimed. "I
think she gets off on being tied."
Marie pressed Angela up against the door
of the Viper and ran her fingers against Angela's
pussy. Then it moved to the center of her mound
and rubbed against it. As her finger became
lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it
between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Angela's
lips as Maria slid the finger in and out, soon
following it with a second. Gently, she slid them
up inside of her, reaching deep within.
Before Angela could react, Maria pressed
even closer and moved her lips to Angela's. The
softness of their touch sent a tiny spark of
excitement though the young woman. She
couldn't help but react. Closing her eyes, she felt
the wetness of the police officer's tongue press
against her lips. She opened her mouth to admit
it. She felt her own tongue reach out to accept it.
Continuing the kiss, Maria pressed harder
on Angela's breast as an approving Diane looked
on. From her vantage point, the senior officer
could tell that underneath the sometimes arrogant
facade, Angela could be both a hot and perhaps a
somewhat submissive slut.
"Mmmm." Maria purred as she bent over
and kissed the tops of Angela's mounds.
Her tongue traced a circle around Angela's
dark brown nipples, darkened by the warmth of
many days spent sunning topless. She lightly
ticked the tips of her nipples, just enough to bring
them to a rigid hardness.
Lifting the larger woman, Maria eased
Angela onto the hood of the car. Her mouth now
sought out the actress's breasts with desire. Her
roving tongue covering them with wetness.
Angela shivered at the touch of Maria's lips on her
smooth flesh as her tongue teased Angela's large
nipples again and again. Each lick bringing them
to a new hardness and producing sensations that
she had to admit that were better than any man
had produced. Then her teeth closed on them and
every bite and nibble sent stronger waves through
Angela, causing her to involuntary emit soft
moans. Moans which brought great joy to Maria.
"You like that, don't you?" Maria said as
she savored the sounds coming from her captive.
"Lets see if you can give as well as you can take."
Maria took a large step back and began to
unbuckle her gunbelt. She handed it to Diane,
asking as she did.
"Do you want a piece of this?" she said,
holding up one of Angela's breasts.
"No, you enjoy yourself." Diane replied.
"I'll just watch."
"Suit yourself." Maria said as she began to
unbutton her light blue uniform blouse.
Up until this moment, Angela had never
really felt attracted to a woman. She had been
Sylvia's lover for a weekend, that was true. While
it had been fun to a point, that was more business
than pleasure. She couldn't have planned a scene
like this. But now that she was in it, she found it
both erotic and exciting. Even the cuffs were a
turn-on. She could've have imagined a set of
circumstances under which she'd let any man tie
her up. Captivated in more ways than the physical,
she watched the Hispanic officer strip.
With slow, deliberate movements, Maria
undid her blouse, one button at a time. She could
feel Angela's eyes locked on her. Sure enough,
Angela watched fascinated as the view of Maria's
bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the
blouse revealing a 38DD chest held in place by a
heavy duty bra. The bright whiteness formed a
sharp contrast with the dark olive of her skin.
Reaching behind, Maria undid the clasp of her bra,
causing the strap to spring loose. Only Maria's
quick reflexes kept the garment from falling off.
Maria could see the slight disappointment
in Angela's eyes. She exchanged a knowing
glance with her partner who was leaning against
an imaginary support. Diane glanced up and
down the highway as she had done every few
minutes. From experience, she knew that this
road was seldom traveled this early in the
morning. If the odds were against them, she
would be able to spot an approaching car from
miles away.
With a flourish, Maria removed her hands
and finally let her bra fall free. What modern
medicine had given to Angela, nature had given to
Maria twofold. Her naturally dark aureole were
two inches across capped by short stubby nipples.
She reached up and ran her long fingers
across each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the
nipples. Then she pulled one breast up as far as
she could and reached out with her tongue. She
was able to caress her own nipple. Then she
repeated the action with her other breast.
"Do you like?" She asked.
"Oh yes...." Angela said softly, still
amazed at what she was doing.
Maria now undid the belt on her dark blue
pants and let them drop to the hard paved ground.
Stepping out of them, she reached down and
slipped off the matching white panties she wore.
Angela looked down at the small patch of pubic
hair, it was obvious that the police officer trimmed
it regularly.
Moving back to Angela with lust in her
eyes, Maria again pressed her lips against the
actresses, her tongue deep in the smaller woman's
mouth. Now Angela eagerly drew the brown
skinned girl's tongue deep into her mouth, as
Maria's left hand again played with her exposed
lighter breasts.
Maria raised her own ample mounds and
pressed them against Angela's, rubbing erect
nipple against erect nipple. The warmth of flesh
against flesh could be felt by both women. It was
a flame that spread throughout each body.
Finally out of breath, Maria broke the
passionate embrace and glanced back at Diane.
Her partner seemed to be saying "go for it" as she
had removed her glasses to get a better view.
"Have you ever pleased another woman?"
Maria asked Angela as she ran her fingers along
the underside of Angela's breasts. "Have you ever
had a woman's tits in your mouth?"
"Only once." Angela stammered.
"Well lets see how well you learned?"
Maria quipped as she lifted her nipples and
pressed them against Angela's red lips.
"Suck them." she ordered in an
authoritative tone.
Angela opened her lips to comply as Maria
grabbed the back of her red hair and pulled her
mouth against her fat, chestnut hued, nipple. Her
lips and tongue closed on it, sucking eagerly. She
wished her hands were free that she could play
with them as well but her restraints both lessened
and increased her enjoyment.
"That's it honey," Maria said as she
enjoyed Angela's ministrations. "Who ever taught
you how definitely taught you well."
Maria let Angela feast on her bountiful
breast for a while longer, then she pulled her from
her repast and shifted her attention to her other
mound.
Angela hadn't said much since they'd
started, preferring to submit silently. Her actions
and non-verbal responses however spoke
volumes. Maria had touched a secret spot buried
deep within her. A need to be dominated. A need
to give up the control she felt she needed to carry
around like a shield. She could never give it up to
a man, and it had astonished her how easily she
had given it up to a woman.
"Diane, could you toss me the keys and
get a blanket from the car." Maria said over her
shoulder as she helped Angela down from the
hood of the sportscar.
Diane tossed the handcuff keys through
the air and Maria caught them effortlessly. With a
practiced ease, she undid the locks of Angela's
restraints, letting them drop to the ground.
Angela rubbed her wrists for a moment, glad to be
free of them but knowing she had enjoyed the
sensation.
Maria began to tug at the edges of
Angela's shorts but Angela put her hands over
hers.
"Please, let me." she said in supplication.
Maria released her grip and took a step
back, noting that Diane had spread the heavy
blanket just off the road on a soft sandy area. She
quickly turned her attention back to Angela,
watching as she pulled the tank top all the way
over her head and tossed it into the car. Slowly,
she pulled down her pants and then pitched them
into the seat as well.
From her vantage point, Diane could see
that her pubic hair had been trimmed tightly very
recently. Enough of a stubble remained to tell her
that Maria had been right on another point of
contention about the star - she wasn't a natural
redhead.
Maria led Angela to the blanket and eased
her to the ground. To her surprise, it was Angela
who now took the initiative. Her mouth again
sought out the officer's breasts and began to suck
on them. Her roving tongue covering them with
wetness. Maria shivered at the touch of Angela's
lips on her dark flesh as her tongue teased Maria's
large nipples. Each lick bringing them new
sensation. Every bite and nibble sent swells
through Maria, causing her to groan louder and
louder. Moans which spurred Angela on and on.
Angela licked each nipple a final time and
them moved her head down Maria's stomach,
pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and
lower she kissed until she reached the edge of
Maria's wet mound. The actress kissed her brown
skin again and again, working her way to her
prize. Finally she kissed the center of Maria's
ecstasy.
"Oh yes....Maria said as she reached down
and guided Angela's head. "It feels so good...."
The smell of Maria's crotch made Angela a
little lightheaded. The aroma was like a
aphrodisiac, it's scent drawing out ever aspect of
her sexuality. She reached out and parted the wet
lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between
them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes
as she savored the taste, a taste she enjoyed for
the first time..
"Madre Dios!" Maria cried out as her
body jumped at the touch, unable to believe that
this was only Angela's second time.
Originally, Maria only planned to have
Angela service her. But now, with the redhead's
talented tongue bringing her such pleasure she
wanted to return the gift. If only for this brief
moment, her animosity to the TV-Cop was
forgotten.
Shifting position, Maria brought her own
mouth level with Angela's sparse bush. Her
tongue sought out her excited clit and began to
return some of the delights she was receiving.
The two women quickly became locked in each
others arms, driving each other wild with each
stroke. Their bodies shook with the energy they
generated as the fury of their efforts translated
into a battle of shorts breaths and sweat covered
flesh.
Running their hands across each other ass,
their faces pressed tight against each other's cunt,
both women found themselves lost in the rising
crest of their passion.
From the wayside, Diane felt herself filled
with some of the same passion and found herself
rubbing her breasts and pussy through the material
of her uniform. Part of her regretted her earlier
decision to pass on Maria's offer to join in. Well
someone had to keep a lookout, she reminded
herself as she again glanced up and down the
empty road. She knew if she had joined in, an 18
wheeler could pull up alongside them and none of
them would've noticed it until it was too late.
"Oh baby, do it to me!" Angela yelled at
the top of her lungs in a voice that would've
carried for a city block. Then she again mashed
her face into the depths of Maria's moist pussy.
The excitement of their all too brief
encounter erupted like a bursting dam. Maria felt
every muscle in her body tense up and then turn to
jello. Had she been standing she knew her legs
would've given away beneath her. She could also
feel the quake building in Angela's body as well.
She may had started behind Angela but her long
experience had let her quickly catch up.
The rising waves of ecstasy that filled both
bodies told Maria that Angela's orgasm was only
moments behind her own. As she felt herself
cresting, the police officer pressed her cunt up
against Angela's face, driving her tongue deeper
inside her. Then she pushed her own tongue as
far inside Angela as it would go. It was a little
trick that had been taught to her by one of her
earliest lovers. Their orgasm was almost
simultaneous, and more powerful than Maria had
expected. Angela was one of those rare women
who gushed when she came, and Maria was
delighted to have her fruits splash across her face
and down her cheeks.
Maria never imagined that Angela could've
brought out such a response in her. She really
hadn't even expected to get off. At most she
figured that she'd have a little fun at Angela's
expense. How glad she was to be wrong.
The two naked women laid there for a few
minutes as they regained their spent energy.
Then, as quickly as it had all started they broke
their embrace and rose to their feet. Whatever
brief magic they had shared was now gone.
They quickly dressed and Maria walked
over to her partner.
"Was it worth it?" Diane asked quietly.
"Definitely." Maria grinned.
"It looked like it." the senior officer said.
"I was almost tempted to join in."
"Can I go now...." Angela said impatiently
as she stepped over to the two officers, adjusting
her clothes as she walked. "You got what you
wanted."
The sudden change in Angela's attitude
was remarkable. Five minutes ago she was a
horny slut wrapped up in the rapture of lesbian
bliss. Now she was back to being a stuck up
bitch. It was as if an unseen director had yelled
"Cut - print it!" and she had suddenly shed a role
she had been playing.
Both police officers looked at the actress.
Whatever brief feeling they might've felt for her
disappeared with the return of her self important
attitude. Diane commented quietly that if Angela
put that much effort into her acting on Los
Angeles Blues she'd win an Emmy.
"Well?" Angela asked as she struck a
pose, legs spread and hands on her waist.
"Yes, you're free to go." Maria said.
Without another word, the actress jumped
into the car, gunned the engine and roared down
the highway. In a little more than a minute she
was out of sight.
"You know, I'm glad she reverted back to
bitchhood." Maria said as she walked Diane back
towards her cruiser. "I was beginning to feel a
little guilty about all this."
"But not too guilty...." Diane added.
"No, not too much." Maria laughed.
As Diane opened the door of her cruiser,
she picked up the bag of white powder that had
started it all. She tossed it up and down a few
times and asked her partner.
"What do you want to do with this?"
"Well I never touch the stuff." Maria said.
"You're always gobbling it up, why don't you keep
it."
"Actually, I'm trying to cut down." Diane
said. "Too much of that stuff can kill you."
"Okay then, I'll take it as a souvenir."
Maria laughed.
Diane tossed the bag to Maria who
unexpectedly reached too high and missed it. The
tightly wrapped container exploded as it impacted
on the hard surface, leaving a large gritty smear
on the road. A sudden powerful breeze scattered
it to the four winds.
"Oh well." Maria shrugged.
"It would've made a great conversation
piece." Diane laughed. "Image someone's reaction
if you told them what a bargain you got for a
dollar ninety worth of sugar."
"It was a bargain all right." Maria
laughed, this time much harder. "You'd think
after all her many episodes of experience as a LA
Cop she'd be able to tell the difference between
the real thing and a Hollywood prop."
"I wonder what her agent was doing with
it?" Diane mused.
"I've heard of Temple." Maria said as she
remembered the name that had been on the
registration. "I don't he'd be the type to buy
something like that thinking it was real."
"Maybe it was for a joke or something."
Diane suggested. "Remember when Whitney hid
that stack of gay magazines in Jeter's locker?"
"That was great, wasn't it." Maria
laughed. "He spent almost two days sneaking
them out, hoping no one would see them. He
didn't know we all knew they were there. That
was priceless."
"You know what'll be even more
priceless? Diane laughed. "When Temple gets his
car back and asks her what happened to the bag of
sugar." Diane said laughingly. "I'd give anything
to she that."
"That would be fun." Maria agreed. "The
look on her face is going to be something else."
"But I'll settle for getting out of here in a
hurry." Diane continued as she pressed close to
Maria. "Watching the two of you go at it has
made me kind of horny."
"Then I guess we'd better head in and
punch out." Maria replied as she pulled Diane's
face to hers and kissed her on the lips. "You know
what they say - a horny mind is a terrible thing to
waste."
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* Blue Wave/DOS v2.30 [NR] *