Striking and flashy, there was simply no other way to describe Fiona Tinselot. She stood 5' 7" in her bare feet, and she favored 4 -5 inch heels, bringing her close to six feet tall. Her height and her Boticelli face with its lush, full lips and wide-set green eyes could have earned her a place as a top fashion model, but her figure was too full and curvaceous to conform to supermodel standards. Fiona played up her figure, even going so far as to augment her decent size C cup breasts to a firm DD. A mane of red hair crowned this vision of sensual womanhood.
Men flocked to Fiona, throwing themselves at her goddess-like feet, but she always found her sexual encounters strangely dissatisfying. Her lovers worshipped her, would do anything for her, but she maintained her cool aloofness.
Fiona was by no means shy. She enjoyed a successful career as the West coast buyer for an exclusive department store. Fiona's work attire was sexy-sophisticated, but during her downtime she flaunted her size, showcasing her height with stiletto heels and her breasts with tight little tops with plunging necklines.
Thus her outfit as she rushed through LAX on her way to catch a flight to JFK was not uncommon. A short, denim skirt hit her long, lovely legs mid-thigh. A white camisole with a lace inset hugged her huge tits, and she strode through the airport on a pair of red, 4-inch strappy sandals. She outlined her lips in deep pink and her green eyes with black liner. Heads swiveled, following her progress through the airport.
Fiona was accustomed to the attention, and in fact, courted it. She recognized the looks in the men's eyes - pure lust. The women's glances were more complex - envy, disgust, and even desire.
Fiona checked her bags and picked up her boarding pass before cutting a swath through the airport with her long, confident stride. Joining the long line at the security checkpoint, she gave an exasperated sigh. She dropped her carry-on bag in front of her, pushing it forward with her toe as she shuffled forward with the rest of the harried travelers.
As she drew near to the checkpoint, she voiced to the man in front of her, "This is ridiculous. You'd think they could move a little faster."
The recipient of this utterance nodded in agreement while keeping his eyes on Fiona's tits. She noticed it. She liked it. She thrust her chest out a little further.
She continued her rant. "Damn these security people. Is it a prerequisite to be a dimwit to get this job?" A few of the other passengers mumbled their agreement.
If Fiona noticed the tall, muscular blond female security guard narrowly eyeing her from the other side of the security barrier, she gave no sign. Instead she sighed heavily and muttered, "It's about time," when she walked up to the metal detector.
She shoved her purse and carry-on onto the conveyor belt and strutted through the metal detector. The alarm sounded. Fiona swore softly. The blond security guard, her long ponytail swinging behind her, walked up to Fiona holding out a plastic box.
"Put your watch and rings in the tray, please."
Fiona slipped off her Rolex and dropped a diamond ring and a heavy sapphire ring into the box. She looked coldly at the security guard. "Be careful. The value of that jewelry exceeds your annual salary." The security guard smiled.
Fiona walked through the metal detector again, and again she set off the alarm. She scowled. "I don't have time for this bullshit."
The security guard motioned her to the side. "Step over here, miss."
She produced a wand and passed it over Fiona's body. It beeped around her crotch, and Fiona gasped a little. She had forgotten about her clit ring. It had never set off the alarm before.
The security guard frowned. "What do you have on you?"
Fiona cleared her throat, leaned in, and whispered, "I have some body jewelry."
The security guard drew back. "What?"
Fiona hissed, "Body jewelry, you moron. If you let me go to the ladies' room, I'll remove it and come back here."
The security guard blinked a few times and replied, "If you think I'm gonna let you go to the bathroom, remove whatever you're hiding, and then go back and retrieve it, you're nuts."
Fiona's eyes widened. "I'm not hiding anything. I told you; it's body jewelry."
The security guard gave her a hard stare. "I don't know what the fuck body jewelry is, but you could be hiding anything underneath those big tits of yours."
Fiona gasped. The guard had raised her voice, and Fiona glanced to her left at the people waiting in line. A few of them were sniggering and staring at Fiona's tits.
Tossing her red mane, she turned back to the guard and read her nametag. "I'm going to report you, Pam; what's your last name and badge number."
Pam was tall too and stared straight into Fiona's eyes. "Oh you can have all that information but not before you come with me and submit to a search."
Fiona's mouth gaped open. "A search? What are you talking about?"
Pam stood stolidly in front of her. "Look here, you set off the alarm, and your manner is belligerent. We have to search you, can't be too careful these days."
She yelled over Fiona's head across the room, "Malika, strip search over here."
Fiona turned crimson as quite a few of the passengers laughed. I few of the men volunteered to help. She turned her head as a short, broad black woman approached.
Pam spoke up loudly, "She set off the alarms twice and the wand. We gotta do a strip search."
Fiona tried to ignore the smirks around her as she said, "I'm not submitting to anything. I want to see your supervisor."
Pam smiled. "I am the supervisor. Of course, if you don't want to cooperate, we can always call the airport police and have you arrested."
Fiona hesitated. Everyone was staring now. She met Pam's eyes. "All right, I don't want to miss my plane."
She followed Pam to a door to the side of the checkpoint with Malika following. Pam opened the door with a key and ushered Fiona inside. As Fiona stood still in the middle of the room loudly voicing her displeasure, Pam dumped her purse and went through the contents, studying her ticket.
She turned to face Fiona. "Shut your trap and take off that little top of yours."
