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Highway Patrol 2/4 

	Highway Patrol 
        by Ann Douglas 
           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."