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Subject: "Highway Patrol" (F/F) Part One
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Highway Patrol
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.
--
Ann Douglas
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