1 . #2
Felicia’s bikini almost matched Amy’s. It was a small, black thong bikini, but pinned over her right breast was a police badge and “Marston’s Pointe Beach Patrol” was emblazoned on the bikini top.
She rounded out her outfit with her belt which contained her radio, handcuffs, pepper spray, and her sidearm.
Felicia rested her hand on her sidearm, an unconscious movement for a cop, as she stood in front of the camera.
Mindy’s flirtation had done a lot to help with her nervousness at being in front of the camera for the first time in years.
She didn’t count the numerous videos she had made during her captivity with The Queen seeing how she hadn’t been a willing participant.
Now, staring down the barrel of that lens though made Felicia feel the butterflies returning to her stomach, like a rookie model posing for the first time.
You got this. A voice in her head told her, and she spread her feet and planted her hands on her hips while she waited.
“Oh look at that, a natural!” An accented voice exclaimed, and a woman made her way out from behind Amanda towards her.
“Apologies for the delay, Marianne is dealing with a business issue and will be right with you,” The woman gave Felicia a well practiced smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Mona, Marianne’s step-mother, producer, and manager.”
“Nice to meet you.” Felicia shook her hand.
Mona had to be in her fifties, at least, but was still stunningly gorgeous.
Her body was deliciously curvy, with breasts still large and firm for a woman her age, and her butt was just the same.
The low cut, red and white one-piece, showing off Mona’s cleavage accentuated her much younger breasts, while the thong back showed off how smooth and curvy her ass was.
The older woman’s blond hair was cut short and tight around her head, and despite her revealing swimsuit, she exuded elegance and poise.
“Is there anything I can get you, water or a snack perhaps?” Mona asked.
“No thank you.” Felicia smiled, and flashed a look down at her flat, toned abs. She was going to be broadcast worldwide, and wanted to look good.
From somewhere along the beach came another voice. It was frenzied and growing in pitch. Mona saw Felicia follow the sound and the charming smile faded for just a moment.
Marianne.
Even on a crowded beach on a beautiful day, she was radiant. It was like a light shown down from the sky directly on her. Her straight blond hair shimmered, and her skin glowed. Felicia didn’t understand French, but she knew insults when she heard them in any language.
Marianne stood a few yards away, pacing back and forth like a woman on a mission while screaming into her cell phone. She wore a small, pink thong bikini, and Felicia couldn’t help but feel her jaw drop as she admired Marianne in the bikini that perfectly flaunted her breasts and ass.
“Excuse me.” Mona smiled and made her way over to Marianne, doing her best to seem calm and collected as she did.
As with everything she did, Marianne was drawing an audience, and several beach goers were doing their best to not seem obvious as they watched her scream into her cell phone.
Perhaps they recognized her, or maybe they just couldn’t ignore her stunning beauty, or maybe it was because of the scene she was making.
Felicia watched as Mona stepped over to Marianne and began speaking in a hushed tone to her.
Marianne held up a finger to her step-mother and continued to yell into her phone.
Mona clenched her jaw, then snatched the phone from Marianne and hit end.
The look Marianne gave her could have leveled a mountain, but Mona returned it with an equally devastating glare.
Felicia knew exactly what it meant, Mona was the one calling the shots.
It looked for a moment like Marianne was going to unload on Mona, but then like someone had flipped a switch, the fury behind her eyes faded, no doubt because she realized she was already drawing a crowd.
The starlet flashed her dazzling smile at the people giving her sideways glances and then gently took her phone back from her step-mother as she made her way back towards Felicia.
“Felicia, so sorry about that!” Marianne laughed in her heavy french accent.
“I hope everything’s okay?” Felicia asked, fighting the urge to step forward but knowing that Amy was still framing the shot.
“It’s fine, fine, just business stuff, you know how agents can be.” Marianne stepped over to Felicia and patted her on the shoulder.
“Yeah, right…” Felicia mumbled, she had no idea how agents were.
“Thank you for being on our show, I’m so excited to have you.” Marianne laughed again, her fake smile turning even bigger.
“No thank you, I’m excited to be here.” Felicia smiled back.
“How do you feel?” Marianne asked.
“Honestly, a little nervous.” Felicia shrugged.
“You need a little…” Marianne pantomimed taking a swig from a bottle. “It always helps loosen me up.”
“No thank yo-”
“I think I know just the thing to loosen you guys up.” A voice called. It was accented, but far different from Marianne’s.
Felicia and Marianne turned to see two absolutely stunning women making their way over to them.
What is it about today and beautiful women? Felicia wondered, then again it was the height of the summer season, and Marston’s Pointe was a tourist town.
The woman who spoke had dazzling blond hair that fell around her shoulders.
Her lips were wide, no doubt the product of filler, and her breasts pushed up to the maximum in her black bikini and a thin but firm frame.
The other woman was drop dead gorgeous. At first Felicia thought she might be Asian but then realized this woman was probably of mixed decsent judging from her dark skin.
She had high, regal features like a queen, dazzling brown eyes, and full, pouty lips.
The second woman’s large breasts were concealed behind a high cut one piece, and Felicia didn’t need to see the back to know it was a thong.
“So sorry, we’re huge fans.” The dark skinned woman said and stepped over, extending a hand to Marianne.
“Hello, can we help you.” Mona stepped over, playing a practiced game of interference.
“We just heard you two talking about relaxing, which is our whole thing.” The blond one smiled. She spoke with a thick New Jersey accent.
Felicia eyed them both with suspicion. Were they call girls? Perhaps this camera crew would get to see her in action.
“Watch it or I’ll cuff you for soliciting.” Felicia warned.
“Oh my gosh, Sheriff, please.” The dark skinned one touched her chest.
“Officer.” Felicia grimaced.
“Girls, if you’ll excuse us, but we’re about to film something here.” Mona tried to shuffle them away.
“Sorry, so sorry,” The one with the New Jersey accent gasped. “Here, my name is Melanie, this is Delilah.” She gestured to the dark skinned one while holding out a business card.
“We work at a massage spot on the boardwalk, best relaxation you can get on the West Coast. Stop by and see us after you’re done filming.” Delilah smiled as Mona took the business card.
“Yes thank you, now please girls.” She gestured to the camera.
“Right, thank you. Hope to see you soon!” Melanie smiled and stepped away, followed by Delilah.
Felicia watched the two women as they made their way down the beach.
Though Melanie had an attractive, but small ass, Delilah had an amazing backside.
Still, there was something odd about them as she watched.
Boardwalk massage parlors were sketchy enough, but one that had two gorgeous looking women doing marketing on the beach, that was a red flag.
She made a mental note to look into the place, but when she had back-up.
In a town like Marston’s Pointe, if you went into a suspicious location alone, there was a good chance you may never walk back out.
“So sorry about that,” Mona turned back to Felicia and smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Of course! Felicia smiled.
“Right, Amy, how are you feeling?” Marianne stepped over to Felicia.
“Just one more second.” The camera girl looked through her view finder.
Even though Marianne was in full make-up, Mindy stepped over to the star, squatting down behind her to rub some oil on her backside.
The make-up girl did not take the time and effort with the blond woman’s backside like she did with Felicia, but once there was a sufficient layer of oil over Marianne’s buns, Mindy stepped behind camera, flashing Felicia a wink as she did.
“Could you get closer.” Amy gestured at Marianne to press nearer to Felicia.
“Come on, come on, if the sun gets any lower it won’t capture the shine from my hair just right.” Marianne sighed.
She leaned against Felicia, her breast brushing against the police woman’s, sending a shiver through Felicia.
Maybe I do need to get laid. Felicia thought, composing herself.
“You alright?” Marianne asked.
“Yes, sorry.” Felicia swallowed.
“Good, just relax and follow my lead.” She gave Felicia her practiced smile again. Felicia could feel a tension in Marianne though.
“Okay, and we’re ready in five…” Amy held up five fingers and started counting down. “Four… three…” She mouthed the last two numbers and the red light came on the camera.
“Hey you sexy people, welcome back to Undressed with Marianne, I’m as always, the dashing, the elegant, the sexy Marianne LeDeaux, here with the equally sexy and amazing Sheriff Felicia Fetters.” Marianne shifted effortlessly into her smiling, happy host persona, and turned to gesture at Felicia.
Officer Felicia Fetters. Felicia smiled and struck a pose, amazed at how fast her old modeling instincts came back.
“Thank you Marianne, I’m excited to be here.”
“Now you fight crime in this?” Marianne gestured to Felicia’s bikini.
“Well, The Marston’s Pointe Beach Patrol believes in body positivity and that a uniform doesn’t make one a police officer, it’s what’s on the inside that counts.” Felicia recited the talking points that Gina had given her.
“Just turn around a minute, let everyone see.” Marianne stepped back as Felicia did a twirl.
“Stop.” Marianne said as Felicia’s back was to the camera. A second later she felt Marianne’s hand clamp on on of her bare butt cheeks.