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 year's hit series, "Los Angeles Blues". Know sarcastically as "Babes in Blue", it was the network's answer to Baywatch. And unlike its beach counterpart, its 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 its 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 whose 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.
"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.
.... There is more of this story ...