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Highway Patrol
by Ann Douglas
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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