The drive was calm and peaceful, Daphne was enjoying the sexual
tension that she was creating in her now harem slaves Shaggy and Velma. In the back of her mind she had a mental porn
parody of their normal adventures.
*
“Ok guys” Fred announced as they pulled into the town’s
public beach parking lot, “We are here.”
In front of the van a man in a blue uniform came
over.
“Hello there kids,” the man said speaking into Fred’s
open window, “Do you have a town park use permit?”
“Ah no,” Fred said.
“Well that’s easy to fix,” the man smiled, “Town hall is
right there. I think the price is five
dollars or something like that.”
“Thanks,” Fred had a nervous smile.
They waited for the man to walk away. The Shaggy gasped.
“Like that man had a smile like a tiger,” Shaggy said.
“Rah,” Scooby chimed in.
“Why is a Coast Guard shore patrol patrolling the parking
lot of town park,” Velma asked.
Daphne noted the man and her mind made an inventory of
everything about him. Somethings just
didn’t sit right, like the wrong model pistol in his holster, and a host of
other things.
“Where is the police?” Velma asked as she exited the van.
Daphne looked around as she got out, there was a police
SUV but no cops. There were more “Shore
Patrol” at the beach and a pair by the town hall.
“Don’t worry guys we will handle it,” Daphne said
grabbing Velma’s arm, “Lets go, I got a credit card and I know how to use it!”
“Mistress,” Velma whispered as she pushed her body
against Daphne’s, “I can’t wait to eat you out.”
“In due time,” Daphne said as they got out of ear shot
from Fred and Shaggy, “I can’t wait to re-outfit you for my use either.”
The two girls made her way to the colonial building
siting across the T intersection from the beach and it’s parking lot. Daphne noted the pair of “Shore Patrol” across
the street were standing between the town police department and an “Old Fashion
Soda Shop.” The police department office
had a pair of flag poles and there was an American Flag and a Coast Guard flag
flying. Daphne kept making notes of
things that were wrong as they made their way into the Town Hall. Going in the front door of the Town Hall to
their left was a half door with a sign above it that said permits.
“Hello?” Velma called.
“One second,” a woman called, “Are you here for a beach
permit?”
The woman was an older black woman who didn’t smile. She pulled a clipboard on a chain over and
held it out for Daphne and Velma.
“It is five dollars for a day and ten for a weekend pass,”
the woman informed them, “Are you planning on camping at the beach?”
“Yes,” Daphne smiled.
“Please only use the grill at the site,” the woman
intoned clearly board with her job, “Driver’s license please?”
Velma got out her driver’s license and handed it to the
woman as Daphne filled out the sheet on the clip board; names, date, home address,
using a camp site? She looked at the notes taped to the back of the clip, dogs
were allowed, but they were required to clean up afterwards. Daphne grabbed her wallet from her purse.
“Do you take cards?” Daphne asked, “or cash?”
“Cash only,” the woman pointed at a sign.
The sign informed public that transactions under fifty
dollars were to be paid only in cash while more than fifty were to be paid by
card and was accompanied by a town ordinance number. Daphne pulled out two fives and handed them
along with the clip board back to the woman.
“What’s with the coast guard?” Velma asked.
“Did you hear about how some kids managed to bust the
fake haunting of the light house?” the old woman snapped.
“Yes,” Daphne and Velma said in unison.
“Well that got a lot of attention,” the woman still hadn’t
looked Daphne or Velma in the face, “Mayor, Deputy Mayor, most the town
council, and the entire police department got arrested for corruption and what
not after that. When the Coast Guard
sent people to get security around the light house, the acting mayor made a
deal for them to commissioned as police for the town as well while the town
sorts everything out. Site C. Put this on your dash board.”
Daphne took the permit.
The woman then tried to hand Daphne Velma’s license too. Daphne took it and passed it to Velma without
saying anything.
“Thanks,” Daphne said, “Come on.”
“Let me see that?” Velma wanted to take a look at the
permit, “Town Residents are not charged for park, Non-Residents permits cost
five dollars for day use and ten for weekend camp permits. State law and town ordnance citations, seems
like this place is cleaning it’s act up.”
“From the sound of it,” Daphne said, “The state came in
looking for people to arrest. Wait here
a second.”