Working in Customs at the local international airport could be a drag at times. Nobody knew this better than Steve Wormill. He had gone through enough bags and purses in the first 3 hours of his shift for a lifetime, all with no results.
Steve's job was to search for any drugs that might be illegally entering the country. More than often though, he found nothing.
But he would be the first to tell you this job also had it's perks. Namely, the foreign women who came through, visiting America for the first time, and speaking little English. Steve had occasionally used his authority to strip search some of them in the private room Customs had for suspects. A few times Steve could get the woman to go all the way, and he could always count on his authority to keep them from talking.
Today was no different for Steve than any other. Many people came through his gates, many bags were searched, nothing was found. He was beginning to think the day was a waste when he saw her.
A beautiful tall brunette walked through his gates. She was wearing tight jeans and a white t-shirt, through which Steve eyed her D-sized tits. With her hair down and sunglasses on, he first thought she was Shannon Elizabeth, the actress who garnered fame by going topless in the American Pie movie. As she approached the counter, Steve asked for her passport.
"How's it going today?" he asked while looking over her passport. She was a first time visitor to the U.S., straight from the Czech Republic.
"Going? Where are we going?" she asked in a deep accent, unsure of his slang.
Perfect, Steve thought, her English is touchy at best. This could be fun.
"I mean, how are you?"
"Oh, I am well," she answered with a smile, as she removed her sunglasses to reveal chocolate brown eyes.
"Good," Steve said as he asked for her to put her bag on the counter. As she did he reached below the counter and picked up the small bag of marijuana he kept there for just such a purpose. She never saw it in his hand as he reached into her bag.
"Whoa, what is this?" Steve asked, holding up the small bag.
"I do not know, it is not mine," she said, startled.
"This is an illegal drug, miss. I'm going to have to ask you to step over here with me."
"What is problem?" she asked slowly.
"Just step over here with me, ma'am." Steve said, leading her into the private room. He switched the light on to reveal an empty room with one table and two chairs in the middle of it.
"Please stand up against the wall, miss," Steve said firmly as he put her bag on the table and lead her to the wall. "Right there, up against the wall, facing me," he ordered.
"What I did do?" she asked fearfully. "I have no drugs."
Steve continued to search through her bag, pulling out her things and putting them on the table as he did. After going through the entire bag with nothing else, he looked at her standing there. His mouth began to wet at the thought of what he was going to do to this gorgeous Czech.
"Ma'am, this is a very serious thing here," he said holding up the bag of pot. "As the Customs Official, I cannot allow drugs into the country. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but I have no drugs. It is not mine," she said motioning to the bag.
"I hear that alot, ma'am." Steve sighed, acting like he was trying to figure out what to do next.
"I'm afraid I have no other choice but to search you. I can't allow drugs through here."
"Search me? I have no drugs!" she said, pouting.
"Ma'am, please remove your clothes," Steve said firmly, as he put on a pair of rubber gloves.
"My clothes, but why?" she asked naively.
"Alot of people hide drugs in their underwear, in their bras and panties. I have to make sure you don't have any hiding there," Steve said, eyeing her perfect body.
"I do not." She said it quickly, eyes widening in fear.
