The bright orange sun pleasantly warmed the morning sky as Kristen Lancaster watched the blue waters of the Pacific from the balcony of her Malibu home. As she drank the last of her usual morning coffee, the blonde enjoyed the cool breeze off of the water as the sunshine warmed the May morning.
The 31-year old actress looked every bit the part. Her facial bones seemed carved by a sculptor. Her skin was smooth and pale with a peach tint. Kristen’s nose was small, and her lips were moist and red. Her thick blonde mane flowed down to the middle of her back. Her heaving, large breasts opposed her petite waist in the white silk nightie that she was still wearing from her earlier slumber.
Despite her outward appearance, Kristen was not your typical California beauty. Her Mississippi origins told an entirely different story. Unlike many of her contemporaries, who had been born into the business, or who had the right familial or religious connections or who had slept with all the right people, Kristen had to struggle to get noticed.
She had arrived over a decade ago to find herself in a sea of attractive wannabes, who would do anything or sleep with anyone for that big break. She was blessed, and she knew it. She was one of the lucky ones, seeking fame and fortune. Of course, her appearance had opened many doors for her. She had also met a lot of the right people with the right connections...and of course a good agent.
Kristen Lancaster had been a working actress in Hollywood for the last nine years without much of a lull. Now, for the first time in her professional career, Kristen was finally taking a break. She had no clue what her next acting gig would be, but something about that uncertainty gave her a sense of adventure that she had not felt in several years.
When her three year contract with the NBC soap, The Story of Our Lives, had come up for renewal, Kristen had opted to leave the show. The producers had fought to keep her on the daytime serial and had even offered her a quarter of a million more a year, but Kristen had decided that it was time to move on to other projects.
So one month ago, she had taped her final scenes, which had just finished airing as part of the soap’s May sweep’s storyline. Her character, Rebecca Storm, had been killed off in a plane crash, but in traditional soap opera fashion, her body had not been found.