Wait your turn

You wait diligently for your turn in line, you meager pack in hand and with a look of carefully modulated dignity on your face, which you try to maintain as finally a guard seizes you and begins to strip search you.

“Not from around here, eh?” He notices astutely, probably by the way you freeze under his touch as his hands go from your neck, to your armpits, to your breasts, to your stomach, your thighs… you inhale sharply as his cool fingers touch your pussy. He laughs and calls over another guard.

“Hey Jean, help me probe this one’s holes. I think you’re gonna like it. She’s not Freeusian, so let’s give her a special welcome, alright?”