Parody and Fan Fiction inspired by the 70sTV Show
by Miss Pamela Lightener
(Of course I don't own the show and the characters, and this story is just for fun. I've imagined the actors from the show as the characters here, and if you aren't a fan, they are easy to find online. Please enjoy.
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Fresh and clean as Los Angeles air after a scrubbing by the Santa Ana winds, the newest of Charlie's Angels stepped from her shower, wet, naked, and absolutely perfect.
A true California golden girl, blonde, fit, and tan, Kris Munroe was to some the feminine ideal. Petite, slim and perfectly proportioned, the 26-year-old recruit to the Charles Townsend Agency was anticipating taking full advantage of the latest perk of her new job.
The luxurious mid-rise apartment in West Hollywood was certainly one of those perks, as was the brand-new red Datsun 280Z in her parking space, and a closet full of stylish, designer clothes for all occasions. Her expense account alone was more than most women her age earned in total compensation. You might say she had it made, and you would be right.
Still nude, after patting herself mostly dry, she approached the sliding door to the balcony which offered a view including the Hollywood Sign on a clear day, of which there were sadly too few. But there it was today, reminding the residents of Southern California that they did live someplace special, even if they might not be special themselves.
The sun was as golden as the girl in the mid-morning, and the apartment dark, so no one could see inside even as she came near the open sliding door. She loved that feature of the apartment, providing privacy on her balcony, out of sight of her neighbors, and she of them, although she never dared to use it unclothed. She was still a North Dakota girl at heart. The morning breeze was gentle, and the high temperature in Los Angeles was going to be in the mid-80s today, so it was perfect now. The air teased her skin and hardened her nipples, and she felt as free as she could be.
It would be cooler up the coast in Malibu, her destination, and the location of still another benefit from her generous and discrete employer, Charlie. She learned about her appointment yesterday, lounging by the pool at Sabrina Duncan's home in the nearby Hollywood Hills. She and Kelly Garrett were the senior Angeles at the agency, and she was the new kid. The other girls were wonderfully welcoming and helpful. Of course, being gorgeous themselves, talented, smart, and skilled, they had every reason to feel secure. She recalled her visit yesterday...
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Kelly was a classic of Hollywood glamour, seeming to have emerged right out of the 40s. A tall brunette with a figure to stop traffic and flawless skin, she made every evening gown or bikini look better. The small bikini she had on showed off a body that got everyone's attention, especially when she wasn't wearing the top. Something about disliking tan lines. Her large, natural breasts got Kris's attention now, as her mind wandered a bit, wondering what her first time with a woman might be like, if it ever came.
And Sabrina was what many people called "sharp." Fine features, almost elvish, she exuded sexiness even while wearing pantsuits or other modest dress. Kris didn't think of Sabrina the same way she idly toyed with the idea of being with Kelly, but Kris also didn't know that Sabrina sometimes pictured Kris in soft restraints and at her mercy. Behind that trademark smirk was a woman of some rather unconventional relationships and the owner of some very unusual toys.
Kris was there to get better acquainted, and to bond with her partners in the many exciting escapades and adventures that Charlie would certainly have in store. No stranger to small bikinis, hers was very close to the tone of her skin, so that in a casual glance she might appear to be nude. She had to admit that she enjoyed that response from the staff and guests at resorts and hotels. Sabrina seemed pleased with her choice of swimwear and had complimented her earlier, leaning in close to feel the fabric just under the low-cut front waistband. Sabrina was quite impressed with Kris's personal grooming standards and said so with a wink.
"So it's your turn to partake of the special and unique services of Le Paradis Au Rivage tomorrow, Kris, "said Sabrina. "Charlie is such a dear to give that to us as a welcome gift. Or should I say another welcome gift, along with the flat, the car, and all the rest. But keep in mind that it's part work and part pleasure. There will be some training and instruction involved. Charlie just thinks that our professional development should include some fun too."
"'Heaven at the Shore?' Quite impressive," responded Kris, having a basic knowledge of French. "I agree. Everything has been beyond first class, and now this! I have to say that if any more recruiters come calling I will have to do my utmost not to just laugh in their faces. But what is it, Sabrina? What should I expect? Should I bring anything?"
"Not much. Just wear some workout clothes and something to change into later," said Kelly, laid back on the chaise behind enormous sunglasses, a pina colada in her hand. "Just an open mind. The thing is to let Madame and her staff set the course and take you on your journey. Her ways are...her own, but her methods are unparalleled. This is a personal gift from Charlie, so be at your best--because they will be."
Kris now knew little more than when she asked, but decided to just relax and go with the flow. The other Angeles had had positive experiences, and she trusted Charlie. She took a deep breath and sipped her white zinfandel, and basked in the quiet and loveliness of her surroundings and her colleagues...
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Slipping into simple cotton bikini panties, a pair of pink running shorts, and a pink t-shirt, she couldn't help but look adorable. Kris had worked hard to keep up her appearance with exercise and diet, but also knew that some of it was just the blind luck of genetics. That's why she never behaved in a superior or snotty way, or looked down on others. Yes, she was stunning, but there were some really wonderful and worthwhile people who weren't.
Pulling on little white socks and tennis shoes, she grabbed her gym bag with a change of clothes and headed out the door, anticipating the sea breeze along PCH and what experiences lay ahead at Le Paradis Au Rivage.
The Z car was a traffic ticket magnet, and she didn't want to make a bad impression with Charlie, so she kept the speed down as she headed down Santa Monica Blvd., through Beverly Hills, toward the Pacific, turning north on the iconic Pacific Coast Highway. Kris smiled, amazed at her good fortune and exceptional circumstances. She felt good, ready for a wonderful day.
Traffic was light in the late morning, and her progress was good as the Z Car held the winding shoreline road. Carefully studying her Thomas Guide map book earlier, she knew what to look for, and found a left turn lane leading to the driveway of one of the larger beachfront homes on the coast. Carefully entering, the driveway pitched down quickly to a flat area in front of a 6-car garage. There waited and extremely well-built young man attired in tight white OP shorts, a white branded polo shirt (Le Paradis Au Rivage) and spotlessly clean Adidas trainers.
"Ms. Munroe? So pleased to meet you. How nice of you to be early for your appointment. Madame will be quite pleased. My name is Trevor. May I park your car for you?"
Making an effort not to lick her lips, Kris smiled, handed Trevor her keys, and thanked him.
"The entrance is right that way," said Trevor, indicating what was the home's front door. "I hope you take full advantage of enjoy your time with us." His movie-star looks and perfect smile once again got Kris's attention, but once again she managed to keep her cool. "Thank you, Trevor," stealing a peek at his tight butt before she turned toward the door.
Inside she found a stylish and modern small reception area, with an attractive woman in her 30s at a desk. "You're Kris? Welcome! I'm Dina. Come right back and we'll get you started. Madame will be out later to welcome you personally, but we do have a full program prepared. You'll be starting with Lorena in Physical Training."
Dina led her down a hall to an elevator, which took them one flight down, opening into a large workout room. On the way, Kris asked about Trevor, and said what an absolute hunk he was. Was he seeing someone? "Trevor? He is such a dear -- we all love the heck out of him. He's our first line of security out there and would hold off a an armored division to protect us. But he's as gay as a rhinestone-covered rainbow, hon, sorry." Kris sighed, but living in West Hollywood she had been disappointed like that before. Still, she would have liked a chance to test his sexual preferences sometime.
Kris wondered if this home was all business, or if people lived here as well. She couldn't see much of it from where she entered and couldn't tell how many levels there were. But in Malibu a run-down shack on the beach was worth a fortune, and this was no shack. Questioned on the subject, Dina was carefully vague. "The facility is multi-purpose, and flexible depending on the need. We can adapt to any requirement rather quickly. Madame does not care for limitations."
One wall of the workout room boasted several large sliding glass doors, and some were open to the cool, fresh air of the Pacific. Kris approached one a gazed at the sea. She suspected she would be able to walk out and down to the water easily. Maybe they did that after workouts, or maybe they ran along the beach. Anything seemed possible.
"Kris! You're here!" The voice startled her as her attention was taken away from the salt air. "I'm Lorena and I have been placed in charge of you first thing, by Madame's orders. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just used to making myself heard above the breaking waves, you know. Well, don't you look sweet all in pink. I love it! Come here!"
