Patted down

"Is this going to take long?" Alexa asked, her arms shaking as she held them out.

The security guard just rolled her eyes. "We make it clear in our terms and conditions that you need to leave plenty of time to get through security before your flight." She snapped a pair of gloves on her hands, kneeling to pat her way up Alexa's leg.

Alexa looked over her shoulder. People were carrying on through security, their tired eyes focused on their own things. She let out a long breath; she just needed to get through this.

"Hum?" The guard frowned, her hands patting Alexa's hips. She stood up, staring at the short woman. "Ma'am I'm going to need to see what's under your trousers."

Alexa went pale. "What?" She looked around at the crowd of at least a hundred people. "I can't do that."

The guard just rolled her eyes again. "You need to cooperate or you'll be removed from the premises. Your hand luggage will not be returned to you."

Alexa whined, folding her arms over her chest. She stared at her shoes. She supposed it wouldn't be too bad- the guard was a professional. It would be easier to just get this over and done with.

"Okay." Alexa hugged herself tighter. "Let's get this over with."

She looked at the guard. The guard just blinked back.

"Well then?" She said expectantly. "Any day now, dear?"

Alexa squeaked. "W-what?" Her cheeks burned hot. "Can't we go to a private room?"

"Of course not!" The guard grabbed Alexa's wrist. She spun her around, smacking her once on her bottom. The young woman's eyes went wide as she noticed heads turning. "The private rooms are reserved for those under eighteen or families. Since you're an adult we need to do your strip down here. Again, this was all in our terms and conditions. Now we going to do this or would you like to leave?"