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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
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Highway Patrol
Part One
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.
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