A strip search

"...strip search." he finished. "Your wish is granted." he added dryly.

"That's not what I meant!" Mackenzie said, pulling her pants back up. "I was just-"

"Save it." he said as he began leading Mackenzie by the arm, her socks nearly slipping on the smooth floor.

"Can I at least get my belt back first?" she asked desperately.

"You can have your belongings once you're cleared to fly." he said, arriving at a nearby curtained off alcove. He pulled the curtain open and revealed a singly table and chair inside the small area that wasn't even its own room. "Wait here while I find someone for the search."

Mackenzie took the seat and waited. She still had about 45 minutes until her flight was scheduled to take off, but she didn't want to risk anything. While she waited, Mackenzie tried to calm herself down about the upcoming embarrassment she knew she'd have to endure. At least she was hidden from view now.

About 15 minutes later a short and displeased looking woman entered the "room" wearing a TSA uniform. "You're the one who pulled me off my lunch break, huh?" she asked, not even trying to hide her irritation.

"Uh, sorry..." Mackenzie trailed off as the woman put on a pair of gloves.

"Remove your shirt." she said, wasting no time. Mackenzie hesitated for a moment, prompting the woman to sternly say, "NOW."

Mackenzie stood up and peeled the gray shirt off her body, baring the black bra she had underneath. The agent examined the shirt, inside and out, before setting it on the table. "Your pants." she said next.

"B-but the agent said the machine found something on my chest, not my-"

"PANTS. NOW." the agent said with no small measure of authority.

With a defeated sigh and a heavy blush, Mackenzie rolled her pants down and stepped out of them. Once again, the agent examined them and placed them on the table.

"Bra." she simply said.

This time Mackenzie didn't hesitate as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She shrugged out of the garment, nipples stiffening in the cold air of the room. She wasted no time in covering her breasts with her hands after handing it over.

The woman examined the undergarment, thoroughly this time, before placing it with the others. "Panties." she said.

Mackenzie figured she'd make her go all the way, and with an ever reddening face, she peeled the underwear off her body. As the woman examined her black panties, Mackenzie stood there in nothing but her ankle socks. She shyly kept an arm across her breasts and a hand in front of her pussy, pleading her ordeal would be over.

"Just a sec while I check with the agent on duty." the woman said, before turning around and partially opening the curtain. Mackenzie yelped in surprise as she saw a few people walking by. She hurriedly pulled the curtain closed again, eager to be hidden from view. The naked woman glanced to the table, only to find it empty. The agent had taken her clothes when she left!

With little other choice, Mackenzie sat back down and waited for the agent to return.