André was completing some paperwork at the Chicago offices of the Transportation Security Bureau when his cell phone rang. He looked at the screen. It was Darnell, another TSB worker he knew from a smaller airport.
"Yo, Darnell."
"André, wassup man. Listen, I got one sweet piece of ass coming your way. Maybe you or your boys want to pay her visit. But I tell you, you are going to owe me big time for this one. Interested?"
"Sounds good. Tell me 'bout her."
"Her name's Ashley Morton. Married, blonde stuck-up business bitch."
"Sounds like she fit your profile," André commented.
"Yep. Tall and real pretty. Was cold as ice before I gave her a complete secondary screening...in all three holes."
"All her holes!" André repeated in astonished admiration. "How you always get away with that shit, man? There are cameras everywhere! How come you never get your ass hauled into the slammer?"
"I let in on the secret. My supervisor loves porn, you know, the type with dem white whores begging for black cock. I don't just mean likes it, he loves dat stuff, man. He intercepts the video feed from the interview room I use and saves them for himself. Says stuff I do is way better than anything he can get online. Hey, hey, I bet he is probably jacking off right now to me filling dat bitch's holes."
"But what if one of 'em makes a complaint?"
"I choose my women carefully. Always gotta have something I can hold over them, cos otherwise I just pull out and do a normal search. Besides, my supervisor has wiped the hard disk clean from of each 'incident'."
"Man, you 2 are going to be covered in a whole heap of shit if it ever hits the fan."
"Hasn't happened yet, fam. Anyways, you interest or not?"
"Sure. Tell me 'bout her."
Darnell proceeded to tell André all about Ashley, the blonde bombshell of a business-woman who fell into Darnell's personal 'racial profile'. It all sounded good to André, but of course, he knew that he couldn't take Ashley at the airport. His best bet was going to be at her hotel. What he needed was her hotel and checked luggage details.
"Where she stayin'?"
"Lakeview Plaza," Darnell replied.
"Nice. Those rooms have thick walls. And you got her bag tag number?"
"Yeah, it's DP00082731936."
"OK, thanks man. I'll tell you how I get on with her."
André put down the phone and pulled out a TSB card. On the front, it said 'Your bag has been opened and inspected by the TSB'. He turned over and wrote 'You have been selected by TSB Chicago for a thorough screening at your hotel room. If you wish to comply, text "Yes, I want to be inspected again" to the cell phone number below. And be appropriately dressed in your room at 8pm tonight'.
André completed the note by writing his phone number at the bottom, opened up the luggage tracking screen up on his computer and flagged bag number DP00082731936 to be pulled aside for him on arrival.
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Ashley Morton was heaved a long sigh as she settled into her hotel room.
Her butt was aching from Darnell's hard anal assault. She had found an airport bathroom to clean herself up a little after he was done with her, but not before some of the cum had leaked down her thighs, making a mess of the tops of her stockings; Darnell's jizz had dried, forming hardening, white stains on them.
Ashley should have felt completely repulsed by what had happened to her, and yet, part of her was not. Her pussy was tingling from being stretched out on Darnell's fat cock. And Ashley could still taste the bit of Darnell pre-cum that he put in her mouth before he fucked her. It tasted strong, salty and, well, manly. She actually found herself wondering what it would have been like to have a mouth full of his thick, sticky cum.
She started to unpack. First, her hand-luggage including all the lingerie that had gotten Darnell's attention in the first place. Then she opened her checked baggage, and found the official looking TSB note. Her eyes widened as she read the handwritten message on the back.
What would she do? It didn't say she *had* to text that number. And the message clearly implied what would happen if she said yes. She knew she would be crazy to even consider responding. And yet, with trembling hands, she picked up her cell phone, and texted 'Yes, I want to be inspected again' to the phone number on the note. She got into the shower to get ready.
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André arrived at the Lakeview Plaza just before 8pm. He showed his TSB ID at the reception desk and asked for Ashley's room. The front desk gave him her room number without hesitation as he said it was for official business. Stupid staff, he thought to himself, don't they know he had absolutely no jurisdiction here? He was soon in front of room 2969, and gave the door a firm knock. The door opened.
To André, Ashley looked even more gorgeous than Darnell had described. Her blonde hair was not in a serious ponytail anymore after her shower, instead fluffed and blow-dried. She had gone to the trouble of putting make-up on; a nice amount of eye shadow and bright red lipstick that made her lips full and inviting, lips that André was sure he would enjoy later. This contrasted with what she was wearing, a long hotel bathrobe, which was not only out of keeping with her hair and makeup, but also the red fuck-me stiletto pumps she was wearing.