Beth and her three girlfriends were in line waiting to get into the night club. Beth had recently been spending a lot of time working and going to college, and her friends convinced her to go out for a night of dancing to get her mind off of things. They had been waiting in line for about 20 minutes, and Beth was wishing she had already smoked the joint that she had in her bra. Finally, they made it to the door where security was checking IDs and doing quick pat-downs. Her three friends each went in the door without incident, but Beth had a major mis-hap. She couldn't find her ID in her wallet, so she kneeled down to look through her purse. The security guard must have been looking down her blouse, because he asked her if that was a joint she had in her bra. Beth was unaware that half of joint was sticking out of her bra and plainly visible at the right angle.
"What is that you have there? That's not marijuana, is it?" The guard asked her sternly.
"No, it's just a cigarette," Beth replied.
"Take it out and let me look at it," he ordered.
Beth didn't think twice. She turned around and quickly started heading away from the club. She didn't make it a few steps before two security guards grabbed her by the arms and told her to stop. Resistance was futile. They told her to come with them to the security office. She had no choice but to comply. They led her into the office and then into a small room where Beth and the two male guards waited for a few minutes. She was incredibly nervous and afraid of being arrested. She pleaded with the guards to let her go and forget about the stupid joint. They didn't even respond to her. They just stared at her and smirked. She was becoming really uncomfortable. The door opened, and in came a female security guard. She looked to be in her forties, and had a no-nonsense expression on her face as she looked at Beth. Beth noticed she had a name tag. Her name was Dianne.
"You can go back to work," she said to one of the male guards. After he left, it as just Beth, the Dianne and the other male, whose name was Chris.
"OK. I understand that they found drugs on you," she said to Beth while holding up the joint.
"Take off your clothes. We're going to search you."
"No, please!" Beth gasped. "I don't have anything else. Can't you just throw away the joint and forget this happened?"
"Either you take them off, or we'll do it for you!" She barked at Beth.
"But why does he have to be here?" Beth asked.
"This is protocol," Dianne said. "There needs to be at least two guards present for a strip search. Now get those clothes off!"
Beth knew she had no choice but to comply, and so she reluctantly started taking her shirt off. The male guard reached over to take her shirt and placed it on a desk. Next, she slowly pulled off her skirt. There she was, standing in nothing but her red panties and matching bra, her hand sort of covering her crotch.
"Take the bra off."
Beth was feeling humiliated as she undid her bra. She handed the bra to Chris, who placed it on the pile of clothes on the desk. Beth's breasts were very nice. She wore B cups, and her breasts were perky and shapely. She could see Chris leering at her as she stood there in nothing but her panties.
"Take off the panties too."
Beth gulped and sighed as she reached her fingers around the waistband and started pulling her panties off. Her clothes were now all piled on the desk, and there she was wearing nothing at all but her ear rings and necklace. She was doubly embarassed because she was actually turned on through the whole experience so far.
While she stood there naked, the guards sorted through her clothes looking for more drugs. When they found none, Dianne turned to Beth and told her to bend over the desk.
"Please! This isn't necessary!" Beth pleaded.
"I'm afraid it is, sweetheart. Bend over the desk."