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Subject: "Highway Patrol" (F/F) Part Two
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Highway Patrol
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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