The years that had passed since the big attacks on home soil had not diminished the paranoia around security. All public places had strict screening procedures in place, and nowhere was this more so than at airports. The Transportation Security Bureau – or TSB – was given new funds, and more importantly new powers, to stop, search, and (truth be told) generally harass the travelling public.
Darnell Adams took great joy in his work as part of the TSB. Sure, most of it was pure drudgery, and you had to deal with disgruntled members of the public a lot of the time, but there was one particular aspect that he enjoyed the most. That bit was 'racial profiling'.
Now, racial profiling meant a very specific thing in the TSB. But to Darnell, it meant something else altogether. As a black man, he knew the power he had over certain women. And he used this to his absolute advantage in his position as a TSB security official. He had very specific women who he would 'racially profile' for special attention from him. He liked to target good looking white or Asian women who were travelling alone and were vulnerable to being taken aside for a bit of his very thorough secondary screening.
This particular day had not started in a very promising way for Darnell. Long lines of what looked like tourist families, lots of grandparents and children in tow. No available single women to prey on. There was one particularly nice looking Asian woman who he would have really liked to have a much closer look at. She was 5 foot 4, but with nice boobs and ass and a really sweet looking face. She would have been perfect for his 'racial profile', but she was with her husband and children. After her, there was a literally a drought of possibilities for the next hour.
Just when he was about to write the day off as another loss, suddenly a likely target appeared in the middle of the long queue for the metal detector. She was tall and blonde, with her hair tied back in a neat ponytail that came down to her mid-shoulder blades. She was maybe 5 foot 9 in her high heeled boots, with a nice perky bust that was accentuated by a slim waist. Her smart jacket, knee length dress and crisp cream-colored blouse shouted "serious career woman on a business trip". A diamond wedding ring flashed on her left hand, but Darnell could see she was definitely travelling alone. Her round blue eyes stared blankly from her pretty face into space as she shuffled in the line of people waiting to be screened.
Darnell followed her progress carefully. He paid particular attention to her carry-on bag as it went through the X-ray machine. What he saw on the screen didn't interest the other security workers, but it interested him. He could clearly see a garter belt, a pair of sexy high heels and a packet of condoms. If this was a business trip, then married white bitch was also thinking of some extracurricular activities while she was away from hubby. Darnell knew he had just acquired his target for today. Not only did she have the right racial profile, but there were extra weaknesses which he could leverage.
After she went through the metal detector, she started to pack her laptops and things back into her carry-on bags. He took this opportunity to approach her.
"Excuse me, ma'am, you've been selected for extra screening," he said in his best authoritative voice.
She looked a bit annoyed, as most people did when they were pulled aside for a special security check.
"Yeah, ok. Hold on," she almost growled as she put her high heeled boots back on. Darnell looked on as she slipped her foot into the expensive looking black leather boot, pulling the zip up her smooth, stockinged calf. 'Oh, I am really going to enjoy this,' he thought to himself.
He led her down a passageway, into a nice quite office. He led her to a bare metal chair and motioned to her to sit down.
"Well, let's get this over with, I have a plane to catch and an important meeting to get to," she said.
"Then let's start with your ID and boarding pass. Do you have your licence or other photo identification with you?"
"Yes I have. But I don't see why this is all necessary."
"Just routine procedure, ma'am. If you cooperate, you'll be out of here in no-time."
She grudgingly handed over her boarding pass, and rummaged through her handbag and eventually pulled out a driver's licence.
Darnell make a big show of checking each one out, typing the details into the computer. While it may have looked like a routine check, he was just entering her details, for later use. Her name was Ashley Morton. She lived in an upmarket part of town, and her date of birth showed that she was 32, though she definitely looked younger than that.
"So you are travelling to Chicago. Going there on business, right?" Darnell enquired.
"Yes," Ashley replied. "Like I said, I have an important business meeting to go to. I would really appreciate it if you could just get it over with."
"And I would appreciate it if you would cooperate, ma'am. The more you submit, the quicker I can let you go. Where are you staying at your destination?"
Ashley let out a long, resigned sigh and gave him the details of the expensive Chicago hotel she was going to be staying at. He motioned towards her carry-on luggage. "May I?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied curtly.
As he opened the bag, Darnell surreptitiously dropped a little bag of white powder. He rummaged through her bag briefly before fishing out the garter belt. What the X-ray didn't show earlier was that it was bright red and lacy – certainly not something you would wear to a business meeting. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and Ashley just rolled her eyes at him and said "tsk".
Darnell poked around a bit more and pulled out the pair of high heels. Like the garter belt, they were bright red, made of shiny patent leather and had 4 inch stiletto heels that just screamed 'fuck me'. Lastly, he extracted the packet of condoms. He laughed to himself as he saw on the packet 'Ribbed – for her pleasure'.
"Business meeting, eh?" he said suggestively to her. "Looks like you have some extra-curricular activities planned too. I wonder what your hubby might say about that?"
"Is there a law against that?" she huffed.
"No, ma'am," Darnell said as he theatrically lifted out the little bag of white powder. "But I think there is a law against this."
Ashley's eyes almost popped out of her head. "But...I...You...you must have planted that!"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, but I am going to have to file a report. Oh, and while I am at it, maybe I will call your hubby as well as calling the cops. Of course your dear hubby will also be shown all the other 'evidence' of what you were taking on this business trip of yours. I know exactly where you live, and I could call him up right now."
"No, no, don't do that. I'll pay a fine. Whatever. Just let me go!" she said with real fear in her voice.
"Not so fast, missy. In cases like this, the TSB officer – that's me in case you've forgotten – must carry out a more complete search."
"Umm, sure. Have a look through my handbag as well," Ashley said as she held it out in front of her.
"I don't think you understand!" Darnell said with a laugh. "By search, I mean a body search. A total body cavity search. You know what is going to happen if you don't comply?"
The color drained out of Ashley's rosy cheeks as she began to fully understand her predicament. Darnell's face became sterner now, almost menacing. He took one big step towards her and she involuntarily shifted backwards in her chair.
"Strip," he ordered blunty. "Now!"
She froze at first, but then she got up, her trembling hands beginning to remove her jacket. She placed this on the chair before unbuttoning her white blouse. Her bra was white and lacy. It was so think Darnell could see the dark nipples under the cloth.
