A Set Up?

Chris agreed to the search, removing his jacket and passing it to the brunette guard. The blonde instructed him to lean forward with his palms flat on the table. She pushed his feet apart with her own then stood close behind him.

Her hands were firm as she patted down his shoulders and arms, then she slid her palms down his back to his waist. She used both hands to feel along one leg then the other, starting with the top of his thighs uncomfortably close to his ass. Finding nothing she stood up again, slipping her arms around his waist. Her hands started on his chest, stroking over his pecs with her hips pressed against his ass sin order to reach. His nipples were hard from being felt up like this by a hot security guard, and her fingers played over them a couple of times. Then she moved slowly down over his abs toward his hips.

Despite the embarrassment and inconvenience of being pulled aside and searched while the queue of passengers filed through the gate nearby, Chris couldn’t pretend to himself that he wasn’t enjoying this attention just a little. These girls were smoking hot, and he didn’t mind the blonde running her hands all over his body. She wasn’t going to find anything, after all, so in a moment they would let him continue on his way with an apology and a humorous story to tell his friends. By the time he had embellished the story it would also be quite sexy.

Her fingers tickled him as they moved over his waistband and he flinched. ‘Sir, do you have anything you don’t want me to find?’ Her voice was close to his ear.

‘No,’ he replied. ‘It just tickles.’

‘Hmm.’ She sounded suspicious for some reason. Her hands were now deep in his pockets, her fingertips very close to his cock. This was all actually feeling really good, and he thought that later in bed, he would relive this experience whilst masturbating.

The guard stepped aside, placing one hand on his ass, the other on his fly just above his crotch. He managed to say ‘wait, what?’ as she moved both hands simultaneously, pressing her fingers between his legs. One hand was now pressed right against his anus between his thighs, the other cupping his cock and balls.

‘Now that’s enough!’ Chris tried to stand upright but the brunette, who he had almost forgotten about, held his shoulder firmly whilst the blonde groped him. ‘Don’t resist, sir,’ she told him. ‘Can you explain this?’ She held a small bag of white powder up to his face.

‘I have no idea what that is,’ he said, beginning to panic. Were they setting him up? Or had somebody slipped something into his pocket?

The brunette looked over his shoulder at her colleague. ‘Anything, Sophie?’

‘There seems to be a suspicious bulge here,’ Sophie replied, still with her hand on his cock. ‘I think we may need to escalate.’