Celebs: Nina Dobrev
Codes: (MF, Oral, Creampie, Exhibition)
Disclaimer: This story never happened in real life. It was written for entertainment purposes and never happened.
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Nina Dobrev was seriously stressed out lately. With her schedule being flooded with time on sets doing different movies and all of the things she had to do in her personal life, she was glad that she had her first work free week in what seemed like months. Luckily, the week she had off was also the week of Coachella.
Nina decided to the perfect thing to do to have some fun was to take a trip with her best friend Hannah and go get some weed and enjoy some cool music. Nina packed all her things and met Hannah in the airport. Nina and Hannah got their bags checked in and were now waiting to go through security.
"When is this line going to move already?" an irritated Nina Dobrev said to her friend Hannah as the line seemed to go on for miles.
"Relax babe. Everyone in this terminal is going to Coachella too. We'll get there and you'll be able to have fun and enjoy your off time," Hannah assured her nervous friend.
"You're right. Sorry I'm being so uptight," Nina replied.
"Plus I have some edibles in case you get air sickness," Hannah said much to the shock and anger of her friend.
"Wait, you have fucking edibles on you in an airport? Are you fucking stupid! You can get arrested and get me on the news!" Nina said as she tried to control her volume.
"Relax, they're hidden away in a place no one can find them," she explained to Nina. Nina got a confused face and almost wanted to ask what she had meant by that but used her better judgment and decided not to ask.
After 20 or so minutes of waiting, Nina and Hannah made it up to the front of the line. The airport security sent Hannah to the scanning machines on the right while they sent Nina to the ones on the left. Nina placed her bag on the x-ray machine while she passed through the metal detector. After airport security gave Nina the okay, they sent her on her way.
She waited at the end of the line for her friend but couldn't see her anywhere. After 10 or so minutes standing and waiting for her friend to show up, she was nowhere to be found. While waiting for her friend to finally show up, a security guard approached her.
"Are you Nina Dobrev?" the security guard asked.
"Yeah I'm Nina Dobrev," she responded.
"Sorry to bother you miss. My name's Marcus Whitmore. I work with airport security. Can you please come with me to the back room?" the security guard asked as she stood in line at the Las Angeles airport with idiot friend who thought bringing his own weed to Coachella was a brilliant idea.
Not wanting to make a scene that could possibly get her noticed by any of her adoring fans or the paparazzi, Nina quietly followed the security guard. As they walked into the back room, Nina examined the physical appearance of the security guard.
The security guard was pretty nice to look at. He was tall, had some good muscle and was the perfect height. He was dressed in the typical security guard outfit. He didn't have a gun on him like some security guards did but he did have a pretty big nightstick that Nina knew no one would want to get hit with. She continued to follow along with where the buff security guard until they approached a locked door. Marcus swiped his identification card through the lock and entered through the restricted area with Nina in tow.
"Is there a problem here Mr. Whitmore?" she asked, glancing at his ID tag.
"Look Miss Dobrev," he said looking down at her passport. "I'm going to be upfront with you. We might have a problem, can you just wait here for a minute?
"Yeah, that's totally fine," Nina said as she did her best to keep her cool and remain calm.
"Thank you for your patience Miss Dobrev, I'll be right back," Marcus said as he left Nina alone in the windowless room. Nina felt like she was waiting for hours, with no clock in the room she had no idea that she was not in the room for hours like she thought but only twenty minutes ago. Nina was starting to fall asleep when she heard the knob of the door start to jiggle. The door swung open and Marcus walked into the room before closing the door behind him and sitting down in the chair across the table from where Nina was sitting.
"You're back. I was thinking you had almost forgotten about me," Nina said as she tried to crack a light-heart joke to ease the tension that felt like a dense fog clouding the closed off room. An awkward silence filled the room.
"So, is everything okay? Am I good to go or what?" Nina asked as her heart started beating faster every second that went by in that lonely.
"I'm afraid not. Your friend you were in line with was caught with a couple ounces of marijuana in his shoe," Marcus explained. "I'm sorry for asking you Miss Dobrev but I'm going to need to take a look through your carry on."
"Okay that's no problem at all," Nina replied as she grabbed the strap holding her purse on her shoulder and lightly placed in front of Marcus on the table. Marcus put on some latex gloves before he dumped all of the contents of Nina's purse onto the table below. Nina was a little mad he didn't just rummage through it cause she had everything perfectly organized and arranged in her purse, but if she just complied with the security guard, the quicker she could go enjoy herself at Coachella.
Marcus looked through all of the various items that were located in her purse. There was not much that Nina had packed in her purse. The only major things she kept inside her purse was her passport and her wallet with three hundred dollars in cash, her California driver's license, and her multiple credit cards. The other stuff in the purse were the basic beauty products. Some lipstick, some lip gloss, eyeliner, and some mascara.
"Okay Miss Dobrev," Marcus said before Nina politely interrupted him.