Customs officer Jagpade pulled out the polythene packet filled with white power from its hiding place in the lining of the suitcase and held it up with an accusing glare at the owner of the suitcase.
Deepika's face turned whiter than the powder in the packet. She stammered "I...I...it's not mine. I don't know where that came from and how it got in my suitcase!"
Jagpade's expression was of one bored with lame excuses.
"Madam, I agree that you are one of the best actresses in Bollywood, but we also see such performances here every day. Every drug smuggler says the same thing."
"But you must believe me..."
"Madam! Please don't try to fool me. After I have found Cocaine in your suitcase you want me to believe that you are innocent. For your information, we received a tip that a secret ring of Bollywood celebrities is involved in drug trafficking and that you are one of them."
"What?!"
"Yes, madam. That's why when you landed here from Amsterdam which is the drug capital of Europe, I myself came down to check your baggage."
"But I had only gone there for a shoot." Deepika protested again.
"What criminal would say that she had gone for drug smuggling?" Jagpade demanded, then added "As a drug trafficker caught in the act, I need to now search you. Please come with me."
"You cannot be serious! You are going to search me?"
"Madam, a strip search is compulsory in case of drugs, even before I hand you over to the police. Come with me."
"Are you crazy?! You are going to strip search me?" Deepika could not believe her ears.
"Strip and cavity search, madam." Jagpade said calmly
"You must be out of your mind. Do you know who I am? I am Deepika Paduko..."
Her flow of words was cut by Jagpade by holding up a hand like a traffic officer.
"Madam," he said slowly and carefully "we know who you are but we do not care, you are not above the law. Nobody is."
Deepika looked around to find her manager/secretary to help her out of the predicament but he was nowhere to be seen. When they entered the green channel he was right in front of her. Apparently, he had exited the Green Channel when the customs officer stopped Deepika. Now, she was all alone. She felt like crying.
Jagpade made her follow him to a side room and closed the door. In the whole room there was only a metal table and nothing else. It made Deepika's gut clench.
She tried to reason with him, then she pleaded him, and offered him money.
"Madam, you don't know what deep trouble you are in. Please don't make it worse. If I search you and don't find anything, I will be forced to consider that may be you were framed. Then I could help you or even let you go. But without a search I can't do anything, we cannot even hand you over to the local police."
Deepika tried to threaten him, told him about her connections and how he could lose his job. Jagpade was adamant like a brick wall. Deepika gave in.
"Okay, but I am a female so you need to bring a female officer to search me."
Jagpade smiled a wry smile "You are thinking of the police. That rule does not apply to Customs. Still, I have called a female colleague, she will come if she is free. In the meantime, let's get started. Please empty all your pockets on this table."
Deepika, finally convinced of her helplessness in this situation, put her clutch purse down on the table and took out her keys etc. from her pockets. She put them near the purse.
Jagpade nodded "Good. Now, please take your clothes off."
Deepika tried pleading with him again but he reminded her harshly that the sentence for drug trafficking started from 8 years in jail and could be as long as 75 years. Deepika hung her head and accepted defeat.
Slowly, she opened her jacket and placed it on the table. Underneath she was wearing only a black lacy bra. That was her look for today, the middle part of the sexy, lacy bra visible through the half-open jacket along with a deep cleavage and a nice expanse of her fair skin.
Now, without the jacket, it made her feel very naked. The expensive, lacy, Victoria's Secret bra barely containing her full, firm breasts made her feel like she was on display. Even without looking up she could feel Jagpade's eyes on her, taking in every detail of her shapely, slender body.
"Keep going. I don't have the whole day for you, madam, please cooperate, believe me things can be made worse for you."
Deepika bent over and undid the strap of her 6" high heel ankle boots and took them off, one at a time. Now, she was out of options, she would have to take off her bra.
Under Jagpade's insistent gaze, she reached behind her back and slowly unhooked the bra clasp. As she pulled the lacy garment over her arms, she was very aware of Jagpade's eyes on her as her full breasts came into view. She put the bra on the metal table.
"Can we get on please?" Jagpade prodded her verbally "Take the pants off now."
Her pants were very tight, thin denim jeans which clung to every muscle in her legs. In the morning it had taken her better than 15 minutes to pull them on, they were that tight. They showed off her ass cheeks perfectly smooth. Every step she took, her tight, shapely ass cheeks could be seen and admired by anybody behind her. She had heard many flattering comments from passengers in the queue behind her at the airport.
"Move faster, please, madam, it is better for you to cooperate with the law. The pants! Now!"
She opened the button on the pants and pulled the zipper down. She blushed cherry red as it hit her with a flash that she was not wearing any panties. The pants were too tight even for the skimpiest of thongs, and this morning when she dressed she had decided to leave panties out of her outfit. Now, she was ashamed and embarrassed at what had been a fun and frisky decision a few hours ago.
With Jagpade watching and prodding her verbally, she started to roll down her tight jeans over her long, shapely legs until they were around her ankles. Jagpade signalled and she stepped out of them. She picked them up and put them on the table with the rest of her clothes.
Deepika could see Jagpade's sneering leer as he noticed that she had no underwear on. She tried to close her legs but she knew very well that her smoothly shaved pussy was fully bare for him to look at.
"Now, put your hands on the table and bend over for me, please." Jagpade commanded in an impersonal, matter-of-fact voice.
She looked at him with pleading eyes but found no sympathy in his face. Deepika moved to the table where he had indicated and put her hands on the edge of the table.
Her head jerked up as she heard a snap and saw Jagpade pulling on a pair of spandex gloves. Her heart was beating fast and her gut hasn't unclenched since she stepped into this room. She felt like a trapped animal. The whole thing had a nightmarish feeling, a nightmare that she could not wake up from.
"Spread your legs wide and push your ass back, madam. Ghodi ban jaaiye theek se." (Bend over like a pony.)
He was still using respectful words but making her do humiliating things, this was getting to Deepika and messing her mind. She was feeling degraded and treated like an animal.
She followed his instructions and bent over the table with her legs shoulder width apart. Immediately she felt a gust of cool air between her legs and a shiver ran up her body starting from deep within her pussy and traveling up her spine.
As Jagpade approached her with white gloves on his hands Deepika felt the shame and humiliation of what she would have to go through in the next few minutes. She hung her head in helpless shame and a couple of drops of tears fell on the table.
Deepika held her breath and waited for Jagpade's gloved fingers to enter her pussy hole. Somehow she knew he would not be gentle. He would probe her like an animal and degrade her deliberately.
Suddenly the door opened explosively and she looked quickly up to her right. A man entered wearing a business suit. At first she thought it was one of Jagpade's colleague come to make her nightmare even worse. But then she recognized the well-known Bollywood director commonly known as Romeo. Deepika felt a new hope in her heart. Then he spoke.
"Deepika, come here, darling!"
She ran to him like a river merging into the sea. In a single, smooth motion she flowed into his arms and clung to him tightly. As he closed his strong arms around her naked body, she felt safe and protected.
Romeo took off his coat and covered her with it. She was still clinging to him tightly so the front of her naked body was pressed against his, her breasts flattened against his chest. But she felt the warmth as he covered her backside with his coat.
Jagpade who had been shocked into momentary inaction by Romeo's sudden appearance came back to life and confronted Romeo.
"Hey, who do you think you are, she cannot leave..." he reached a hand to grab Deepika's arm. She cringed.
Romeo rotated slightly to put her out of his reach again and turned his head to look at Jagpade "You touch her, you die!" He said in a voice filled with cold fury. Jagpade instinctively took a step back at that voice.
Jagpade tried to establish his lost authority again "This is official business, you cannot come here..."
This time Romeo raised his voice. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jagpade shut up.
Romeo took out his cellphone, pressed a button on screen that said "Unmute" and offered it to Jagpade.
"Take this!" He said.