As a former flight attendant and a current businesswoman who travels frequently, Peggy has been in just about every airport in the USA. She still knows a lot of the people who work for the airlines and airport security and has never had any problems. Hell, some of the security guards remember her and don't even make her go through the metal detectors.
That was not the case this time.
Peggy had to make a short overnight trip for business and packed an overnight bag. It was the only bag she packed and it was a carry-on bag. She arrived at the airport in plenty of time to make her flight with her boarding pass in hand and proceeded to the terminal at the boarding gate.
When she went through the security check point she placed her carry-on bag on the belt so it could go through the X-ray machine. It took forever and when the security guy working the machine finally let her bag come out he asked for permission to look inside of it.
Peggy thought nothing of it and told him to go ahead. He pushed down on the button on the CB hanging from a clip on the shoulder of his uniform and said something.
A few minutes later two security men and one security woman showed up at the checkpoint as the man was searching through her bag. He pulled out a pair of fingernail clippers with several tools. It resembled a Swiss Army knife with clippers, a nail file, a small pocket knife, scissors and a screwdriver. He held it up as if he had just found an atomic bomb and Peggy was quickly escorted away by the three airport security guards.
Peggy was taken to a small questioning room with a large mirror covering one wall of the room. She knew it was a one-way mirror with at least two or three people on the other side watching as the interrogation began.
One of the guards left leaving Peggy sitting across from a woman she guessed was in her mid-30s and a 20-something-year-old young black male who looked like he took his job very serious. His body was ripped with muscles. It looked like he never missed a workout. He stood about 6-foot-2 with a shaved head that glistened in the fluorescent airport lights. His biceps were huge straining against the sleeves of his uniform shirt and Peggy had noticed his tight ass as he led the way to the questioning room.
The woman was petite like Peggy except she was blonde with gorgeous green eyes, small perky breasts and a bubble butt that no doubt was the result of some serious squat exercise and various other workout routines in the same gym the black guard used so often.
Peggy was about the same height as the woman with both of them standing a little over five feet tall. Peggy, however, was a brunette with full breasts that pressed against her thin cotton blouse. Peggy's legs were also very muscular like the female guard's, but her ass was more firm and less of a bubble. Frankly, Peggy knew her ass did not stick out and up like the female guard's did in her tight fitting gray uniform pants.
The room was cold from the minute the guards opened the door and led her to a metal chair behind a metal table. Peggy wished she had worn a bra as the cold air easily penetrated her thin blouse causing her nipples to harden. The way they rubbed against the thin fabric was not helping because it felt good the way the cotton fibers tickled her breasts and nipples.
Of course, Peggy had not worn a bra because she rarely did for these short one-night business trips. She liked the way men and women stared at her body and enjoyed their stares. She even made an extra effort to be noticed. It was no secret that she liked these one-night trips because it gave her a chance to be away from her husband and kids and flirt. Her flirting often led to wonderful one-night affairs of hot passionate sex. This trip, however, was not turning out to be one of those.
The black guard said to call him Mike and introduced the female guard as Monica. He walked toward Peggy and took hand cuffs from his belt. He took her hands as she offered them to him and cuffed one wrist, slid the small chain between the two cuffs through a metal loop on the table and cuffed her other wrist. Peggy could not believe she was now cuffed to the metal table . She closed her eyes trying to relax and placed her hands, palms down, on the cold metal table top.
Mike walked to the other side of the table and Peggy watched his tight firm ass move with every step. He stood in front of her looking down at her as he waved the fingernail clippers in front of her.
He said passengers were not allowed to carry weapons on board planes and while the clippers might seem innocent they were considered a weapon.
Monica stood behind him and kept looking toward the one-way mirror.
Mike explained that Peggy would have to be searched. Since it was mandatory that it be done by another woman Monica said she would perform the search. She told Peggy this with a sexy Southern drawl and then asked if Peggy understood.
Peggy said she did, but protested that it was not necessary because she was a former airline employee and had no history of any misconduct whatsoever.
Mike said he understood, but this was airport security policy and began to leave. Monica stopped him. She informed Peggy that a second guard would have to witness the search to make sure nothing was planted on her. She told Peggy this in a sexiest Southern accent and Peggy imagined her growing up in rural Georgia dressed in tight Daisy Duke cut-off shorts and an unbuttoned shirt tied somewhere high above her belly button.
Monica continued and said another female guard could be called to witness the search but it might take up to 2 hours for another female guard to get there. A light came on in the room on the other side of the one-way mirror allowing Peggy to see the outline of at least four men sitting in the adjoining room watching.
The light was quickly turned off in the other room, but Peggy had seen enough to know she was being watched. She spread her legs slightly and pushed forward on the metal chair feeling its coolness as she pushed down with her sexy ass cheeks and slid forward causing enough friction for her mini-skirt to inch up her legs.
If she was going to be watched she was going to make sure it was a good show. Her skirt slid up her strong sexy legs uncovering her thighs and her white panties.
Peggy suddenly realized Monica was waiting for her to say something. Peggy knew exactly what to say and exactly what all three of the people in the room wanted to hear. She said Mike could stay and witness the search. Peggy said she had no problem with him being there because she sensed he took his job seriously and would be very professional about being a witness.
Mike froze upon hearing this and locked the door to the room. He said it was for privacy so no one would walk in.
Peggy knew better. At least she hoped she did.
Monica strutted toward Peggy and instructed her to stand. She asked Peggy if she was carrying any weapons and to tell her so now before she began the search.
