Isabel huffed in frustration, glaring daggers at the security guard, who gave her a sympathetic glance in return that seemed to melt her anger just a bit. "He's just doing his job, get a grip..." Isabel told herself. "It's all probably a misunderstanding. Composing herself, she said, "There must be some kind of misunderstanding. Can't I just go through the machine again? I'm sure there's been a mistake."
"You're probably right." The massive guard said, nodding in agreement. "These machines are new, and full of bugs. We've been getting random false positives all day, so putting you through again really wouldn't solve anything. We're working on the problem, but policy for now is to follow up on all hits with a full strip search and clothing inspection. I'm sorry, but we can't take chances."
"So what you're telling me is that these things go off for no darn reason, but every time these insane things beep, you have to trip somebody?" Isabel replied.
"That's about the size of it ma'am." said the guard, earnestly.
"So I've just been randomly selected to play a terrorist today, is that 'about the size of it'?" Isabel spat.
"If you'd like to think of it that way, that's fine." The guard said, maintaining his cool. "But I'm still going to have to ask you to step off the line and follow me. If you'd rather not reply, I will have to remove you from the airport."
"Ugh!" Isabel grunted. "Fine! Whatever! But this better not take long! My flight leaves in less than 20 minutes!"
With that, the guard lead Isabel over to the far side of the room. In this spot there stood two black poles on concave stands connected by a long strip of blue canvas several feet wide, but only about two feet from top to bottom. Several yards in front of the canvas screen stood the flowing mass of humanity trying desperately to board their flights. Behind it was a massive window overlooking the airfield below. Isabel was lead behind this screen and instructed to strip.
"WHAT!?" the irate blonde shrieked. "You want me to strip right out in the open like this!?"
"Ma'am, please calm down..." The guard intoned, as one might to a skittish horse. "I assure you that the screen will provide you with adequate protection. No one will see you, not even me. This is not a cavity search. We just need to inspect your clothing, and your personal belongings."
Isabel paused for a moment to consider the screen in front of her. Stepping up close to it, she decided that it would work "adequately" in so much as it would conceal her privates, but only just! She imagined the view one might get from where she had been standing on the line. If she stood up close to the screen, the canvas would cover her from just above the tips of her nips, all the way down to about a half an inch below her crotch. Anybody looking would be able to see an ample bit of cleavage, and a mere glance at her long and luscious legs, terminating in two bare feet would leave little doubt that she was naked.
"No." She said at last. "I'm not comfortable with that. Isn't there a room or something I can change in?"
"We have several." The guard, said honestly. "Unfortunately, they are all occupied at present. Like I said, we've been having problems all day. People have been missing their flights waiting for the rooms to open up, so I've been instructed to offer this as an alternative option. If you'd rather wait for a room, that would be fine, but I can promise you that you won't make your flight if you do."
"Ugh!" She breathed again. "And what about this window behind me!? Yeah, maybe the people on line won't be able to see the goods, but I'm totally exposed back there! Can't I get another screen? Or two? How about four! We could make a little room..."
"Ma'am!" The guard said, almost laughing. "I told you, we're working very tight right now! I can only give to you by taking from someone else. I only have the one screen to spare, and I assure you, you needn't worry about the window. Look how small every one looks down there! They look like ants, don't they? With all the planes moving around, nobody's going to be paying any attention to these random windows, and even if they did, you'd appear as little more than a speck to them in any case! Now please, I do have other passengers to work with. If you want to wait on line for a room to open up, let me know. If you'd rather leave the airport, that's fine with me as well. But, if you don't want to miss your flight, I suggest you get behind that screen, take everything off and let me do my job."
Giving a deep and dramatic sigh, Isabel stepped behind the screen and pulled her dress up over her head. Reaching over the canvas, she handed it to the guard, careful not to disturb the screen, before turning her attention to her underwear. Carefully, she stripped off her bra and panties and tossed them over the screen. Finally, she kicked off her shoes and ducked down to retrieve them.
It was at exactly this point that the guard caught Isabel's reflection coming off the massive window behind her. The image reflected back was transparent and faint, but, close as he was, the guard (Steve was his name, by the way, in case anyone was wondering) received a beautiful view of Isabel's absolutely amazing rear end as she bent at the knees to grab her shoes. As soon as she returned to a fully erect position (which, incidentally, Steve was now not far from assuming himself) her reflection was again hidden behind her body. Steve briefly thought about informing the girl about the view, but then decided against it. It would only get her started complaining again, and for what? As long as she could avoid bending over and mooning the window again, her reflection would be hidden behind her body. And even if she did, everyone else at the airport would be too far away to see anything anyway. Yup, Steve felt pretty comfortable filing away the image of Isabel's full moon away in his memory as an unexpected pleasure that would remain his secret and his secret alone.
"I'll need your handbag as well." Steve said instead. "We need to go through everything."
"Jeez you guys are thorough!" Isabel squeaked. Moving nervously behind the screen, Isabel sifted through her purse looking for her phone. "Let me just call my friends and let them know what the heck is going on, then you can do with this crappy old bag whatever you want!" After a few seconds of frantic searching however, Isabel's frenzied fingers turned up nothing. "Arrrghh!" She growled. "I forgot my phone!!! Can this day get any worse!?"
"It's alright ma'am." Steve said, again, tapping into that tone reserved for wild horses and unsatisfied customers. "Just give me the bag. I promise we'll be quick. Then you can tell your friends all about your little adventure on the plane."
Isabel shot him a withering glance, but handed over the bag in any case. "An adventure. Hmph!"
Steve smiled a bit, and then turned to walk away, taking all of Isabel's personal belongings with him.
"WAIT!!! Where are you going!?" Isabel shouted.
"I'm sorry, we have specialists who do the searching. I need to take your property to them. Like I said, I'll be right back."
Isabel grimaced, but that was about all she could do, as Steve walked away with her clothes, her shoes, her money, her ID, her luggage keys, EVERYTHING leaving her standing there totally naked in a busy airport, with nothing standing between her and public nudity but a thin screen of blue canvas, that, as predicted, left her fully exposed aside from a brief strip of concealment stretching from just above her nipples down to a mere half inch below her crotch.
"Great." Isabel thought. "Juuuust GREAT! I'm probably going to miss my flight now! And after I scraped and saved for so long just to make this trip possible! Plus I can't even call my friends to let them know that somethings gone wrong! My phone's probably ringing off the hook back home and there's nothing I can do about it! Ooooooh if they leave without me I'll be so mad! Oh yeah, and to top it all off I'M BUTT NAKED IN A FUCKING AIRPORT AND THAT CREEPY OLD MAN WILL NOT STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MY CLEAVAGE WITH HIS ZOOM LENSE! THAT'S RIGHT YOU OLD PERVE, I CAN SEE YOU! IF I COULD KILL YOU WITH MY THOUGHTS YOU'D BE DEAD! OOOOOOH! What else can go wrong!?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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