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Highway Patrol
by Ann Douglas
Part Two
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."
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