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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
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Highway Patrol
by Ann Douglas
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."
END
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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