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“Look at this, look at this ass! That’s the ass of justice.”
Felicia giggled, trying to ignore the rush she felt at Marianne grabbing her ass, and spun back around to face the camera.
“Thank you Marianne.” She laughed.
“So how did this start, fighting crime in a bikini?” Marianne asked.
“Well, it was started under a previous regime just to maintain order on the beach since we have such a tourist population, but once us girls took over we decided to make it our own.” Felicia lied, once again giving Marianne an answer fed to her by Gina.
Then again it was easier than saying that the Beach Patrol was started by Brad, a pig who just wanted to drool over Gina in a bikini, and despite what she says, the only reason Gina keeps it around is because she still has the hots for him.
“Do you get much trouble here in the summer time?” Marianne asked.
Felicia hesitated, thinking of all the times she had been bound, gagged, and humiliated at the hands of criminals during her time on the police force.
“We get our fair share, yes.” Felicia nodded.
“Well, what do you say, let’s go hunt some bad guys.” Marianne exclaimed, turning so that the camera could get a shot of her ass.
Felicia turned with her, then Marianne hooked her arm under Felicia’s and they took off down the beach.
***
Mona watched the glistening, oiled asses of Marianne and Felicia as the two women took off down the beach, followed by Amy and Mindy, and let out a long sigh of relief.
I should have spanked that bottom of hers more as she was growing up.
Mona thought as she watched Marianne’s rear end jiggle up and down while Amy was there with her camera to catch every moment of it.
After watching for another minute, Mona turned and made her way down the beach, making a mental note to send Todd, Marianne’s agent a gift basket.
He had been threatening to drop Mona’s step-daughter as a client for several weeks, and Marianne blowing up on him again was probably another nail in that coffin.
Maybe a bottle of fine wine too along with the basket. Mona thought that would be enough to secure his services for a few more months while she figured out a new strategy.
Then again, Mona supposed it wasn’t all her fault that Marianne turned out the way she did, she was only her stepmother.
Even as a child Marianne was spoiled and prone to temper tantrums when she didn’t get her way.
Her father was a french real estate mogul, and her mother a former cocktail waitress that thought she had roped herself a rich baby daddy.
When Mona came along, Marianne’s father had been divorced for a year and clearly wanted someone to dump the kid on because he had no clue on how to raise a child and wasn’t interested in learning.
After years of working as an actress and a model, Mona had taken to working behind the scenes running her own talent agency, but Marianne’s father didn’t want an enterprising business woman, he wanted a babysitter that he could fuck.
Even though they were married, they rarely spent time together and were more or less roommates.
Then the heart attack happened and Mona breathed a sigh of relief that he was out of the way.
The same couldn’t be said for Marianne, who had dreams and aspirations of her own Hollywood success, and wanted her step-mother to help her.
Mona had did her best to help Marianne climb the Hollywood ladder, at first thinking that once Marianne could stand on her own that she wouldn’t need her step-mother anymore, but sadly, that never was the case.
When it seemed like Marianne was about to break through as an actress, it all fell apart.
It didn’t take much for a woman to be labeled as “difficult” in the film business, and word of Marianne’s behind the scenes behavior spread fast.
The blond had landed a supporting role on a new television show, but would refuse to eat unless they ordered her food from only the finest (and most expensive) restaurants.
If the directors gave her notes on her performance, she would storm to her trailer and refuse to come out, and there were many days of filming where she would show up late, or not show up at all because she had been out partying the night before.
Her character was written out halfway through the first season, and after that Marianne scored a few more supporting roles on other shows, but it was all the same where after her diva behavior the producers or directors would swear they never wanted to work with her again.
Mona had called in every favor and pulled any string she could to help keep Marianne’s career afloat, but the blond had burned every bridge she had.
Though Marianne’s pride would never admit it, she wasn’t shaking her ass and titties on a web show because she wanted to, it was the only avenue left for her, and after today’s blow up, another door was rapidly closing as well.
There was a reboot of the classic TV show “The Adventures of Mrs. Americana” in development, and as soon as she heard the news, Marianne made it known she wanted the part.
Unfortunately, getting a coveted role wasn’t that easy, and Todd had just told her the bad news today: the producers weren’t interested in Marianne at all, and had made it clear that they wouldn’t even watch her audition tape if she submitted.
Every blond haired, big breasted model looking to make the jump to acting wanted the part, and Marianne was no different.
The producers of the show knew of Marianne’s reputation, and didn’t want that baggage with their show.
There’s always Wayne or Ron… Mona thought as she continued down the beach.
Things were always changing in Hollywood, regimes rose and fell, and she didn’t have the pull that she used to, and neither did her network of contacts, which was dwindling by the day.
Wayne and Ron were both established producers but even they were on the way out.
At best they could probably pull some strings and maybe get Marianne cast as a villain of the week or something.
Yeah, because she’ll love that. She chuckled at the thought of trying to convince her step-daughter to take a guest spot on a show that she was only interested in being the lead for.
You never know, if the show-runners like you then they could bring you back. ..
Use this to make an impression, you never know who will be watching…
You could win over the nerd crowd, I hear that people can make good money doing the convention circuit…
Every argument circled through her head and Mona dismissed each one of them. Marianne would only be happy if they gave her the role of Mrs. Americana and nothing less. It was a hopeless endeavor.
Mona stopped, dreading the conversations after Marianne finished shooting this episode, and looked down at the business card in her hand for the massage parlor, realizing that she could probably use something to help her relax before dealing with her step-daughter later.
A shady boardwalk parlor though was not the place to go unless she wanted some “extra” attention with her massage.
Then a thought came to mind, maybe it was a good idea to scope out the parlor. If it truly was a shady massage parlor, it could be good content for the show. What better way to get people talking then having the thong clad police woman busting a shady massage business?
A smile spread across Mona’s face. It wasn’t the Mrs. Americana role, but it might keep Marianne occupied until she forgot about the part. She looked at the card again and realized that the parlor was closer than she thought, and quickly hurried off the beach and onto the boardwalk.
Maybe a happy ending will help Marianne loosen up.
Mona laughed as she turned down the boardwalk onto a tight walkway with Chinese string lights hanging above her.
Either side of the alley was packed with various asian themed restaurants and food carts, as well as small novelty shops.
It was like a compacted Chinatown. Smack in the middle of all this was a modest looking shop with a large, shuttered window and a nondescript door.
Red neon lights in the window read “Massage” along with an “Open” sign.
She looked down at the business card and then up at the shop, this was definitely the place.
Mona shuddered and looked up and down the street. Vendors with their carts lined the sidewalks and a few tourists were milling around. At least she wasn’t alone, but still, something about the storefront made her nervous. It was the kind place most would pass over if they weren’t looking.
Well, I came this far. She put the business card in her bag, deciding that she would poke her head in, and if she got a bad feeling, would just back out and head the other way.
When she stepped in, she was greeted by the dazzling smile of the dark-skinned girl, Delilah was her name? She was still wearing the cleavage baring one-piece bathing suit.
“Oh I’m so glad you came, welcome!” Delilah smiled from her desk.
“Thank you, thank you. What a wonderful business you have here.” Mona flashed her teeth and lied.
“Thank you so much, will it be just you today?” Delilah leaned forward, pressing her cleavage together. Mona recognized it as an old habit, probably something she did to pull in the male clients.
“Well,” Mona leaned forward, squeezing her own cleavage. “Obviously you know who I’m in town with.”
“Oh of course, well, we’re super discreet.” Delilah nodded.
“It’s that, and well,” Mona shrugged. “She’s very particular about what she likes, so I’m sort of here to… get a feel for your type of relaxation.”
“Completely understandable!” Delilah smiled and stood straight, and Mona mirrored her.
She’s as practiced a liar as I am. She thought, smiling at the beautiful girl. Her old talent agent instincts kicked in and she knew that if she still ran her agency, she would be snatching up this girl so fast.
“If you want to follow me, we can give you a little demonstration of our services.” Delilah stepped out from behind the desk and pulled aside a curtain leading down a long hallway lined with rooms on either side.