Cassie's Misadventures Ch 04: Strip Searched
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This story was inspired by the coloured sketch "Pink Breeze" by Mike James of Azimuth Design.
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Cassie arrived at the airport, a little nervous, but determined to look confident, almost arrogant as part of her cover. She was straight from Cannes city centre by taxi where she had been rubbing shoulders with members of the film industry during the Cannes Film Festival. All this was a cover for the real reason she was there: to contract smuggle some conflict diamonds back to the UK. She knew it was stupid, risky and something she wouldn't do again, but the cash was good and her expenses were covered for the trip, so she went for it.
She had made the pick-up flawlessly, picking up the small consignment of diamonds in a handbag switch at the hotel cloakroom. She then went back to her room to finish packing and headed straight for the airport. It wasn't until she arrived at the airport and spotted some security, that she realised this was serious now. She knew the French police would probably brush her aside, but also knew that there were British security personnel at the airport, looking specifically for smugglers.
But she had a plan, and confidently put it into action.
Instead of keeping a low profile, and in her mind looking the more suspicious, she decided to take advantage of the Film Festival and went for "film star dazzle" tactics, reasoning that if she looked confident and important enough, no-one would dare question her integrity. Of course, a certain amount of bluffing was required, but she felt up for it.
She'd talked over this tactic with her Contact and he'd kind of agreed that her "dazzle" approach could work, perhaps not wholeheartedly because being a man, he hadn't used it himself. She'd gone for the porn star role play in a big way. She'd certainly got the looks and the body for it, but had a few butterflies in her stomach on both whether she had overdone the look, and also whether she could get away with it.
She'd put on an expensive but rather revealing sexy pink dress. This had a narrow waist, hugged and lifted her already generous breasts, and loosely flowed out mid-thigh over her long, pink hold-up-covered legs. The shoulder straps came up tight up her sides and clipped to the snug full-length gloves/sleeves that were part of the dress. A pink choker with a bow, a pink hairband and pink high heeled shoes completed the outfit. The underwear was minimal, but the weather was warm.
She checked in for her flight without issue, not submitting any luggage for the hold and, wheeling her smart black hold-all behind her as hand luggage, she approached the security checks. As she waited, trying to look casual and care-free, she noticed a pair of British uniformed customs officers standing to the side, just watching the passengers file through.
When it was her turn to submit her hand luggage to the scanner and step through the X-ray machine, her heart fell as it buzzed loudly. Cassie rolled her eyes up thinking this was exactly not the time to attract attention to herself.
The French security guard ushered her to the side, and she could see his mouth watering as he looked her shapely body up and down, knowing that he had to pat her down to find the offending object. Thankfully he was discrete, and only briefly brushed his hands down the sides of her body. He didn't find anything and asked her in broken English whether she had any metal objects on her.
"I don't think so" she answered. "Unless there's metal in my shoes?"
She was told to take them off and step through the X-ray machine again. It buzzed again. Cassie's shoulders dropped in frustration, but tried to make out that this was annoyance at the inconvenience. At this point, the two British customs officers stepped up. They had been eyeing her body from a distance, but now had genuine reason to become involved, much to their delight.
They had a word with their French counterpart who told them that he hadn't found anything on her when he had patted her down. The British officers decided to take over the responsibility of checking out this passenger themselves, and assured the French guard that they would take it from here.
"Hello Miss", the shorter of the two addressed her politely. "You seem to have set the scanner off again" he said, stating the obvious while inspecting her passport.
"Yes, I seem to have" she conceded. "But I don't know what's set it off".
"Well, we need to establish that, I'm afraid" he told her. "Please come with us and we'll work it out together."
Cassie was dismayed at being called aside. "Can't we work it out here?" she asked, hopefully.
"Well, we have other scanners in the 'hold' room over there. They might pick up whatever it is" he told, her trying to sound convincing. "Also, we might need to search you a bit more...er... thoroughly and so it would probably be more appropriate doing that somewhere more private, Miss."
Cassie really hoped the other scanners would be satisfied as she agreed to go with them and gathered her case accordingly. They walked across the end of the security lines, going against the flow of passengers who were heading for the departure lounge, then down a windowless corridor. The officer leading the way tried to make small-talk with her as she towed her case, while his larger companion, a muscular black officer, tagged in behind her, eying her nice arse at it swayed in front of him.
"So, are you here on business or pleasure, Miss?" he asked.
She retorted indignantly "Don't you know who I am? I'm Sassy Cassie! Film actress?"
"Well I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you. What films have you been in?"
"Well," she admitted a little more coyly "They're a bit more 'specialist'".
"What do you mean 'specialist'?" he asked. "You mean like 'Art House' or something?"
"Something like that" she replied, starting to regret her cover story. "More like, 'Adult'" she admitted.
"You're a porn star, aren't you?" he finally realised. "Maybe I do recognise you! Or at least I would if you had less clothes on" he leered.
Just as Cassie was batting her eyelids in an attempt to convince them of her porn star charms, a nearby door to the outside was opened and a sudden gust of wind blew across. It caught Cassie's flimsy skirt and whipped it up and across, lifting high above her hold-up stocking tops and revealing her white panties.
Cassie squealed, dropped her case and fought her skirt down again, but not before both men had had a good chance to see her flimsy high-cut lace panties with a pink trim. Cassie blushed deep red as she held her skirt down until the door was shut.
Embarrassed, she declared "Well, now you've seen that I've got nothing to hide, so we might as well head back!" With that, she turned to walk back towards the departure lounge. Her route was blocked by the second officer, who instinctively held her arm to stop her moving away.
"Not so fast, Miss" said the white officer. "We still need to search you, and standard procedure is to search your bag as well".
Cassie was increasingly horrified at this prospect. She tried pulling her arm free of the officer, who tightened his grip. "Let me go!" She pulled more vigorously against him.
"Please calm down, Miss" the first man pleaded. "Please cooperate and you can be on your way in no time."
But because Cassie kept trying to tug free, and might even break loose, the two officers decided that further measures were required. While the larger man held her arms behind her, the other guy un- hooked a set of arm restraints from his belt. This was a fixed double loop of steel that he clamped tightly around her wrists, keeping them together behind her back.
"Hey, there's no need for those!" Cassie protested as they led her down the corridor, tugging her case behind them.
They opened a door marked "Detailed Search Room No. 1" and led her inside, still protesting. The heavy metal door made an ominous "thunk" as it was closed. The room was sparsely furnished, with two metals tables near the centre and some metal cupboards along one side.
"Right, Miss. Are you going to cooperate while we check out your luggage and scan you?"
Cassie did not feel like cooperating. Her dazzle tactics might have worked if the X-ray scanner hadn't picked something up, but now she was in the worse position of undergoing a detailed search, whatever that meant (and she tried not to think about what it could mean). Here she was, in a room with two male customs officers, with her hands locked in a wrist binder behind her back.
"I'll corporate if you remove this binder thing" she stated defiantly, indicating her shackled wrists over her shoulder.
"Sorry Miss. That's not going to happen, given that you tried to make a run for it earlier." The white guy replied. "In fact, I think you might still try to leave before we've finished conducting our search." He called over to his colleague "Carlos. Go and secure the door please."
"Right you are Jake" The larger guy moved over to the door and pushed the large bolt across, then reached up and slid the securing bolt near to the top of the door across. Now, with her hands behind her back, she couldn't possibly reach the top bolt to open the door. Cassie also noted that no one else would be able to get in from outside either.
"OK. Where were we?" asked Jake rhetorically. "Carlos, you take the luggage, and I'll attend to our guest here."
"OK Boss" grunted Carlos begrudgingly. He'd wanted a shot at "scanning" the beautiful lady. Nevertheless, he slung her small case onto one of the metal tables in the middle of the room and started to open and unpack it.
