A patdown

"...we need to do a patdown." he said. "Hands out to your sides, please."

Mackenzie gulped nervously. "Isn't there a female agent who could do it?"

"That's standard procedure for a strip search," he said, "But for a simple patdown it can be a male agent. Now hands to your sides ma'am."

Mackenzie sighed, but figured she'd rather just get it over with as quickly as possible. She put her arms at her sides, and her pants seized the opportunity to race to the ground once again.

Mackenzie blushed at both the minor exposure and the gloved hands gently patting her gray long-sleeved shirt. The agent moved his hands down her torso, taking special care to touch seemingly every inch of her breasts on the way.

"Isn't there a private area where you could do this?" she asked, grimacing at the flow of people admiring her pale skin.

The agent sighed, "Again, ma'am, that would be standard procedure for a strip search, not a patdown."

His hands traveled lower and lower along her body, until they reached her panties. To Mackenzie's surprise, the agent's hands continued their journey! They slid along her barely clothed ass and began patting their way down her bare legs.

"I-is that really necessary?" Mackenzie asked.

"Ma'am, for the last time," the agent snapped, "I'm just following procedure. A patdown entails the entire body. But since you're being so obstinate and I still can't tell what the machine detected, you'll have to come with me for a..."