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Ann Douglas annd@pop.tiac.net
Highway Patrol
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 ...
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