Metal is detected

Jenny was relieved to step out of the tube, only to be directed off to the side of the security checkpoint.

"Everything is out of your.. pockets?" asked the TSA agent, the thirty-something woman cocking an eyebrow to Jenny's wardrobe. "We seem to be picking something up."

The eighteen-year-old looked dumb-founded, just sort of nodding her head and flailing her hands.

"Let me wand you and check again," said the woman, picking up a yellow paddle-shaped device. "We can do this here or would you rather go to one of the cubicles?" asked the agent, nodding towards some partitioned rooms with people waiting in line outside them.

Jenny looked to the rooms, then towards the end of the security area, where her parents had passed and were waiting. Her father looked particularly annoyed.

"NO, we can do it here!" answered Jenny, preparing to hold her arms wide for the inspection.

The agent waved her hand and the detector around the teen, getting a 'BEEP' near her abdomen area.

"Could you lift your shirt hem up a little please?" directed the agent.

"Aha, okay!" said the woman, spying a belly button ring.

"Really, Jenny?" said her father exasperatedly from a few feet away.

"Sorry, Daddy! I forgot about it!" mewled Jenny to the reproach, still holding up the hem.

By now, there was a gathering of businessmen taking their time gathering their briefcases and replacing their shoes as they ogled the busty teenager.

"Well, I will have to continue without the wand. Just a quick pat down. Is that okay?" asked the agent.

"Please, whatever you have to do!" pleaded Jenny as all of her family were now at the end of the conveyor waiting on her.

Jenny stood there as the woman traced her outlines with her rubber gloves. Those watching could see how the cool air and light touching had caused the tips of her nipples to poke out the thin white tee. As Jenny continued to hold up the shirt without being asked, everyone could see the center seam of the faded old P.E. shorts had worked it's way in between the lips of her pussy when the girl had been reaching up and hadn't had a chance to tug down the garment. The businessmen adjusted themselves and picked up their suitcases when they saw the eighteen-year-old was being released.

"Um, where is my shawl?" asked the girl.

The man watching the luggage x-ray monitor answered her.

"I'm sorry, it seems the tassels got caught in the conveyor and it got torn." He pointed to the shredded garment in a bin beside him. "Here is a form to fill out for compensation." The agent handed her a piece of official-looking paper. Jenny just looked on dejectedly.

"Come on, Jenny! Forget about it! We'll miss our flight!" barked her father.

The red-faced girl simply nodded and went to grab her bag from a table.

A rubber-gloved hand pulled it away from her.

"I'm sorry , miss. There was something unusual picked up on the monitor and we will have to inspect it more thoroughly!"

Jenny just looked between the agent and her father, who was fuming now.