Bonnie was trundling through the airport concourse, pulling her overnight case on wheels behind her. She was on her way to meet up with friends at Puerto Pollensa in Majorca for five nights of sun, sangria and dancing. Well, four nights for Bonnie. While her friends had travelled out the night before, Bonnie had had to stay behind due to a last minute business meeting. The meeting finished at midday, and her flight was at six, so she'd popped home, had a few drinks to get herself in the holiday mood and waited for the taxi to arrive and take her to Gatwick, a twenty minute drive away. She had of course lost track of time after the second vodka and tonic, and with the cab outside hooting his horn, her departure - packing some last few essentials into the bag and heading out - was a bit more rushed than it should have been.
Having checked in, she was now focused on getting through security so she could start relaxing. A few glasses of wine on the flight and she would be perfectly calibrated to her friends' state of inebriation when she caught up with them.
Popping the case, her jacket and handbag on the x-ray scanner's conveyor belt, she stepped through the metal detector gateway.
Beeep!!
"Could you try it again please, madam?" said the female security guard who was standing next to the gateway.
Beeep!!
"Ok, so do you have anything in your pockets, or jewellery... anything that could be setting it off?"
Holy fuck thought Bonnie. I didn't take them out, of course... they have metal in them!
After the second drink had slipped down, and as she was contemplating her third, she had realised that she might need a bit of extra companionship on her holiday. She always got hot and horny in the sun, especially after a few glasses of sangria, and as she wasn't looking to have any holiday romances this year, had decided to pack her trusty Raving Rabbit vibrator. As she searched for it in her undies draw, she had come across some ben wa balls. Fond memories of having these ben wa balls in her pussy as she was being fucked in the arse by ex boyfriend Grant had come flooding back, and, feeling horny, so she had popped them in.
Enjoying the sensation of the balls inside her, she had danced her way to the kitchen to mix another drink. Before she knew it the taxi was outside hooting and she was tearing around to pick everything up and race out of the door. So while she had meant to take the balls out before she left home, she just didn't have time. Anyway, they were making her feel nice and horny, so she thought what the hell.
It just hadn't occurred to her in the slightest that they might be a problem at security. The balls themselves were blush pink rubber, but of course they each had a steel ball bearing rolling around inside.
So now here she was, wondering how to explain it. Her head a little fuzzy with drinks, she decided to try and blag it.
"Nope, nothing I can think of," she said, and strolled as nonchalantly as she could through the gateway a third time.
Beeep!!
The female guard asked her to stand with her arms up and legs spread a little. She gave Bonnie a quick frisk down, though there wasn't a lot to check given that Bonnie was just wearing a light vest top and shorts.
The woman then got her to walk through the gate again, with predictable results.
"Would you mind coming with me madam?"
The guard politely took Bonnie's arm and guided her around the scanner and towards a small office.
"We just need to do a more thorough check, shouldn't take a minute," she said, and motioned to another guard to join them.
Once in the room the female guard asked Bonnie if she would agree to a full body search, the alternative being not getting on the flight. Bonnie though, okay, what's the worst that can happen? This woman finds I'm wearing a sex toy. No big deal compared to wasting five days annual leave staying at home.
Plus the guard didn't look like a lesbian or anything. Shorter than Bonnie and, she guessed, in her mid thirties, she looked quite attractive even in her drab guard's uniform and with her long hair tied up. Not stunning but just quite pretty and normal looking. So she agreed to the search.
"Good. Ok then, can you strip down to your underwear for me madam?"
"What about him?" Bonnie asked, nodding towards the other security guard, a young guy of about twenty, a few years younger than Bonnie.
"Karl is a trained security professional madam, just think of it as stripping down to your bikini on holiday."
Not really the same experience Bonnie thought, but she saw her point.
She pulled off her vest top, unzipped her shorts and stepped out of them when they dropped to the floor. From the look on Karl's face, Bonnie was pretty sure he wasn't imagining she was wearing a bikini on the beach. Her deep pink lace bra did little to conceal her full firm breasts and the matching thong was equally scanty. Bonnie had been hitting the sunbeds in preparation for the holiday and she had a great all over tan on her tight, toned body. She was sure he was blushing a little at the sight of her almost naked body.
The female security guard gave Bonnie's body a quick check, obviously not finding anything to explain the beeping. Picking up a hand held scanner she passed it across and up and down Bonnie's body, front and back, a few times. Both times it bleeped when it passed over her crotch.
"Well I guess you've seen enough films to know what needs to happen now," the guard said, reaching for a pair of latex gloves.
