Mackenzie is selected for a strip search

Mackenzie's high spirits didn't last long. After slipping out of her flats and putting both them and her bag onto the conveyor belt, Mackenzie walked through the scanning machine. She stepped out and her positive mental attitude immediately came crashing down as she heard the TSA agent's words.

"Ma'am you've been selected for additional screening," he said, motioning for Mackenzie to step out of line. "If you'll come with me, please. This will only take a moment."

Mackenzie glanced back at Willow, Marianne, and Ryan. They were all in the process of going through the scanners themselves, but they looked up and noticed as Mackenzie was led away by the agent.

"Guess I'll be back in a minute," she said, trying not to sound anxious.

The redhead nervously followed the agent behind a cordoned off area just a few feet away. It was obscured from the rest of the security area by opaque blue curtains hanging from standing metal rods that had been placed in roughly a square formation.

"Sorry, but we're really backed up today. Both our screening rooms are currently in use, so this overflow area will have to do. I'll go grab a female agent to come perform the pat-down," the male agent said as he left.

"O-okay," Mackenzie nervously said. She was glad it was going to at least be a female agent doing it, but she wasn't exactly thrilled that she was about to undergo a pat-down. Especially so close to the crowd of people passing through security. She couldn't see them, thanks to the curtains, but she could sure hear them.

A few moments later, a female TSA agent walked into the small 10 foot by 10 foot area. She closed the curtain behind her and immediately got down to business.

"Arms up, please," the woman said, slapping on a pair of plastic gloves. Mackenzie complied, raising both her arms and taking a deep breath.

And, with business-like efficiency, the agent began patting Mackenzie down. It wasn't nearly as bad as she'd feared, though. Her firm yet flat palms felt their way across her arms, shoulders, back, chest, stomach, hips, thighs, calves, and finally feet. Then, the agent stepped back. Mackenzie was about to give a sigh of relief that it was over when the woman spoke up.

"I didn't notice anything. I'm not sure what set the system off."

"So..." Mackenzie hesitantly asked, "What does that mean?"

"Sorry miss," the agent said, sounding anything but, "but I'm going to need you to remove your shirt please."

"U-um," Mackenzie sputtered, "do I have to?"

"Yes. If you want to make your flight, that is. I can't clear you until I discover what the machine flagged."

Mackenzie sighed, but knew she had no real choice. Getting it over with as quickly as she could, the redhead pulled the green sweater off of her torso and handed it over to the agent. The woman examined it thoroughly for a minute before placing it on the table beside her.

"It wasn't that. Remove your tank top as well, please."

"Really?" Mackenzie asked. But, before she had to be told twice, she acquiesced. "Fine, fine. I'll take it off."

And so she did, revealing her "lucky bra" underneath, then handed the top to the agent. She inspected this shirt as well, before ultimately placing it on the table as well.

"I'm still confused what it was," the agent said. This time, she seemed ever so slightly more conflicted, but asked anyway. "I'm sorry miss, but I need to inspect the bra, too."

Mackenzie let out a weary sigh. This was just her luck! But, not bothering to waste any more time, she relented. She unfastened the bra, slipped it off, and handed it to the TSA agent. Mackenzie then immediately crossed her arms over her bare chest, trying and failing not to blush. She felt her stiff nipples poking into her arms in the cold open air of the airport.

It was as the agent was examining her bra that Mackenzie hear a few familiar voices. And they couldn't have been more than ten feet away.

"...think she was taken somewhere around here," Marianne said.

"Well, let's just wait here for her than," Ryan said.

"I wonder if she's getting all felt up and stuff," Willow said.

Mackenzie's blush deepened. She was standing there topless, and her friends were practically standing right next to her! They couldn't see her thanks to the curtains, but still!

"Miss, I am genuinely sorry for this," the agent said," but I cannot for the life of me find out what set off our system. I hate to ask, but, well, could you be kind enough to raise your arms please? I need to inspect your chest more closely."

Mackenzie closed her eyes tight, internally fuming, but simply nodded silently. She didn't want to risk having her friends hear her, and the sooner she got this over with, the better. She raised her arms above her head, letting her breasts drop and bounce slightly. The agent gently placed her gloved hand on Mackenzie's sternum, causing the redhead to jump slightly. Then, the fingers traced their way around her chest. The agent's movements were still business-like, never grabbing or groping, but they did feel much more intimate this time around. It took all of Mackenzie's willpower not to die of shame as this stranger traced her fingers around the outline of her big breasts.

"It's the damnedest thing," the woman finally said, sounding utterly baffled. "There's absolutely nothing here that would have gotten flagged."

For a moment, Mackenzie wondered if they were done and she was in the clear. But instead, the agent said, "Alright, remove the leggings as well, please."

Crestfallen, Mackenzie lowered her arms, not to cover herself, but to remove even more clothing. She tugged her black leggings down and stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but her "lucky panties." The agent took a few minutes to look them over, and all the while Mackenzie could still hear Willow talking about something, with Marianne and Ryan's voices chiming in occasionally. A further ripple of embarrassment washed over her.

"Well, I'm still at a loss, I'm sorry to say," the agent unsurprisingly said. "I'm sorry, but please remove the underwear as well."

Mackenzie sighed yet again, but didn't bother fighting it. She simply slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slid them down her legs, and stepped out of them, before handing them over to the agent. And that was it. Mackenzie was now standing there, completely naked, wearing only a blush. Her hands awkwardly moved to cover her womanhood, though she soon found out she needn't have bothered.

"Alright, well," the agent said, "very last thing I'll ask you, miss. Sorry, but have to inspect your lower half more closely. Raise your arms again, please."

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, but nodded, still not wanting to say anything out loud that her friends would hear. She raised her arms, revealing her clean shaven pussy to the woman, and the familiar gloved fingers soon found their way to her hips. They traced around Mackenzie's hips, butt, and came distressingly close to her crotch, before they moved on to her thighs and eventually came to a stop.

"Well, I for one am absolutely stumped," the agent said, seeming a bit exasperated. "Hold tight for one moment, miss. I'm going to go check with the technician."

Mackenzie nodded, returning her arms back to their earlier covering positions. The agent left the curtained area, closing the curtain behind her. And then Mackenzie was alone. And yet... not alone.

A familiar feeling washed over the naked young woman. Once again, she found herself in an extremely public location. And once again she found herself with a scant amount of privacy. She knew just a few feet beyond the curtain, hundreds of people were filing through, going about their lives, trying to get to their flights. How would they react if they knew a gorgeous college-aged girl was standing completely nude, just a few dozen feet away? The heat rose in Mackenzie's cheeks.

"Wasn't that the agent who went to search Mackenzie?" Marianne asked from just beyond the curtain.

Mackenzie's pulse quickened. Her friends were here too! Did they know she was naked? Probably not, but were they perhaps thinking about that idea? Was... was Ryan imagining her naked? Mackenzie found herself silently stepping closer to Marianne's voice.

"Maybe we should go ask her what's happening," Ryan said.

Adrenaline shot through Mackenzie's system. He was standing just on the other side of the curtain, barely two feet away from her! Mackenzie's heart was pounding. Memories about hooking up with Ryan in some semi-public places came flooding back to her. The fingers covering her left breast began slowly brushing her nipple. The hand in front of her crotch began ever so gently brushing her lower lips. What... what was she doing?!

"Knowing Mackenzie, she's probably getting strip searched," Willow giggled.

That snapped Mackenzie out of her slowly growing arousal. She wanted to yell a boisterous "I AM NOT!" at her roommate, but held her tongue. Her roommate being absolutely correct only made her more annoyed. Instead, Mackenzie walked back over to the table with her clothes on it. The agent hadn't said anything about getting dressed again, but she hadn't said Mackenzie couldn't get dressed either! Chuckling at her own silliness, Mackenzie reached for her panties, preparing to make herself decent again.

"KEVIN, WATCH OUT!" a woman's voice yelled over the sounds of the rest of the crowd.

Her cry was immediately followed by a man crashing into one of the curtain stands beside Mackenzie. It toppled over, crashing into the curtain stand next to it, which crashed into the stand next to it, and so on until, in the span of just a few seconds, every single set of curtains that had been surrounding Mackenzie was on the floor. And Mackenzie was just standing there, naked, too stunned to even cover herself.

The entire crowd of a couple hundred people had all stopped what they were doing at the loud crashing sounds. And now the entire crowd of people were staring right at the nude beauty. A strange silence hung in the air for a moment as if everyone who glimpsed Mackenzie's bare form was enraptured by it. It felt as if everyone had all been caught up in one collective gasp if surprise and excitement, and no one dared ruin the moment by breaking the silence.

In a moment that felt like it was stretching on for an eternity, Mackenzie felt like a deer in headlights. She knew she needed to do something, but her body was just... frozen. All she knew in that moment was that she was naked. And that everyone was staring at her. Her friends were staring at her. Ryan was staring at her.

Mackenzie screamed, and the moment ended.