Chapter 2: Security

Security was quiet. Only a few people stood at the front of each line. I looked everywhere for Ivan and Noah but they had vanished. I didn't want to linger so I ran through the empty labyrinth of barriers alone, each turn tightening the dread in my chest. Back and forth, I tried not to feel like an exposed idiot. My breath quickened as I reached the end.

The handsome security officer was there.

He stood like a sentinel, watching me. I met his dark, mysterious eyes and tried to look confident. Where were Ivan and Noah? I hoped they arrived soon, like they promised. I glanced back, but the space behind me was empty.

"If you have a penile implant, you must declare it before entering the scanner!" the officer shouted to everyone. A few men raised their hands and said they had one.

I stepped around the travelers in front of me, busy removing their shoes and shuffling through their bags. I had to get this over with.

The officer motioned with his hand for me to come through the full-body scanner.

"I...I can't," I stammered. "The towel...it'll slip. Can't I go through the regular one?" I pointed at the old metal detector to the right. The new tuck was secure, but I didn't want to push my luck with the power-pose required for the machine.

The officer's jaw tightened with irritation.

"Step into the scanner," his voice clipped and a cold shiver went through me.

Obeying, I stepped into the clear chamber. I carefully raised my hands and spread my legs like the illustration in front of me. The fabric strained against my legs, the slit opening higher. I held my breath as the machine hummed and beeped.

I could hear a crowd of travelers begin to form a line to the side. My chest clamped tight, I could barely breathe. I was lowering my hands when the officer's voice cut through. "Keep your hands up. Legs wider. It didn't scan." His tone was flat.

BEWMP-BEWMP-BEWMP

The machine sputtered, then whirred and shook with a loud crash. It sounded like the internal mechanics completely fell apart.

"Nevermind, come with me."

My heart was pumping madly as I followed this annoyed officer to a small room behind the security area. Inside, a high table stood next to a cushioned stool. He left the door open. That was a small relief. Maybe this wasn't serious. Maybe I'd make my flight. He settled on his stool, one boot resting on the footrest and asked for my passport. He held it up to my face, flipped through every page one-by-one and shook it a few times as if expecting something to fall out besides my boarding pass.

"Do you think I'm hiding drugs in there or something?"

His mask faltered for a moment, an eyebrow raised "Are there drugs in here?"

"No." I laugh but he isn't remotely amused.

"Then please do us both a favour and don't say anything like that. Anything more about drugs, even as a joke--I'll have to legally detain you."

"Oh, sorry. I'm just...nervous." I was used to people laughing at my jokes whether they were funny or not. It was a social lube that wasn't working with this man. Maybe you needed more clothes for people to find you funny.

"So, Dr. Clara Nacht, I'm Officer Bek Leidet. You have been randomly selected." He held up my boarding pass with the code XXX, which meant extra screening. "Do you consent to a search?"

"Search what? I don't have luggage." My hands waved around me.

He set down my passport and pulled a new pair of black gloves from a box on the table. His eyes met mine, unreadable again.

Oh goddesses.

"Isn't a woman supposed to do that?" My heart raced. I didn't exactly know why. I've been touched by beautiful men before. But none as stern as him. This unamused by me. Gloves or no gloves. Back of his hand or not--it didn't matter. I was getting aroused and it scared the fuck out of me.

"Sorry, we are understaffed today. Our female officer was punched in the face and chipped her tooth. She left early to see a dentist. You could wait for the next shift," he checks his watch, "in about 6 hours."

I didn't have that long.

"Ok, I consent."

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He lifted my arms up, his gloved hands slowly gliding over my bare skin. The goose bumps were back. His hands traced along my sides from my underarms to my waist. They slid under my breasts, lifting the fabric slightly. His touch was firm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Then he crouched, his face level with my hips. This angle hid nothing from him. But his eyes didn't linger.

His hands moved over my feet. My calves. His hands slowed on my thighs, they traveled up each one. First my left, then my right. My mind began to race, begging him to touch where my pulse began to throb. I thirsted for more. Higher. I imagined resting my hands on his head as I dipped my hips to meet his fingers. I'd pull his hair back and make him look at me as I cum riding his hand. Spit on that serious face of his. Oh fuck. I needed to calm down.

I drew a long, deep breath.

Then it happened. Gravity won. My rising chest caused the knot to finally give way and the fabric pooled on the ground. I stood completely naked.

The air shifted.

For a moment it was as if he was kneeling before me like a devotee before the statue of his goddess. I thought I saw a hint of awe on his face, but I must have imagined it. He quickly stood up and kicked the door shut with his boot. He stormed back around and grabbed my towel on the floor and slammed it in the trash. The force knocked it over with a loud bang.

"Sit down," he demands.

My stomach flipped with a cruel thrill as I sat on the stool. Magnus was so far from my mind, I couldn't think of anything beyond this room. My heart raced in my ears when I saw Bek come towards me and place his hands on my knees, his angry eyes calming slightly as he met my gaze.

"I am supposed to do a cavity search but I won't put you through that. There is a camera in the corner--don't look. It has no audio but the head of security will be watching and I need you to play along. Can you do that for me, doctor?"

"What...I...Ok." I was too confused to argue.

"If you have something hidden in...there, don't tell me about it."

"What?! I don't have anything in my vagina."

He suddenly pried open my legs and my heart leapt. My whole world was on display. Exposed in the sterile light, I felt raw, vulnerable. A flush crawled up my chest at the thought of someone watching through the camera behind us. Below the rapid rise and fall of my breasts, I noticed a small tremor in his hands, still resting on my knees.

Was he more scared than I was?

I watched his hands travel up my thighs, again, hesitant this time. His gaze wasn't at my center. He was focused on his hands intimately caressing me. He almost seemed confused, but his touch was angelic and I never wanted him to stop. He moved closer to my sex and heat bloomed in my core. I stopped caring what this was or why it was happening.

His breath turned shallow as his hands reached higher. I parted my legs a little more. I heard him take a deep breath before one finger lightly pressed my center--just enough to play the part for the camera. It should have done nothing to me. But something in the restraint, the strange hint of reverence. It drove me over the edge.

I moaned.

My body jolted in embarrassment, nearly tipping me off the stool. Bek didn't move--his hands lingered, unsure. I looked down at him, and my heart wrenched. His serious mask was gone, replaced by something raw. Was it agony? He stared at his gloves, glistening from my arousal, as if they burned him.

Heat rushed to my face. I lifted my hands, running my fingers through my hair. I tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make things worse.

"Wait here." He finally broke the silence and got up from between my legs.

"What? I'm sorry...I...I...Please, I have to make this flight."

He didn't answer me as he left the tiny room. The door didn't slam as hard as before. I took it as a good sign. I got up from the stool to look in the trash bin where he had thrown my towel. I was about to pinch it out when the door opened. He carried a large crate and dropped it on the ground next to me.

"Take what you want, it's lost-and-found."

Relief rolled over me as I looked inside.

There were belts, scarves, hats--things people had to take off for the scanner but forgot to put back on. I reached into the pile, and pulled out a gag-ball and almost gagged myself. I tossed it back, searching again, more careful this time. I pulled out a green jacket. Or was it a blazer? It was made of thin, semi-sheer material. As I pulled it on, the lightweight fabric slipped over my shoulders, like a second skin. It had a narrow lapel that formed a plunging neckline. The top button was at my navel. It was longer than my towel at least. And it had pockets, very practical. I rummaged some more, but it was the only large item of clothing.

Bek cleared his throat.

I quickly snatched a red bandana to tie my hair and a small yellow bag, because it was cute--I didn't need another excuse to do so. I put everything on and took a few steps as if I were a runway model with bigger boobs and fatter ass. "How do I look?"

"Go to your gate, Dr. Nacht." Bek's voice was back to its usual annoyance. He thrust my passport into my hand without meeting my eyes. "Whatever you're up to, Magnus Cattivo isn't happy. Stop fucking around."