Chris is going to miss his Connecting Flight

Chris rubbed his tired eyes as he waited in line at security. The sales conference had been a long few days, and he was very much looking forward to sleeping in his own bed tonight. Also, he had been foolish enough to have a hangover today, which is not ideal for a day of hanging around in airports.

His body felt as crumpled and creased as his suit as he stood in line with his shoes in his hand. He hoped that there would be no delayed flights or other travel issues, and he would be home in bed nice and early this evening.

There were just six passengers in front of Chris waiting to walk through the metal detector when he was approached by two security guards.

‘Sir, would you step this way, please?’

Chris was surprised to be pulled out of the line. If he had been a kid with a t-shirt with a picture of Bob Marley smoking a joint he might have expected some difficulty, but he was clearly just a tired businessman. But still, of course he complied, following the two guards to a space just a few paces away from the queue. Both guards were women, both shorter than him. They were both very pretty, he thought, despite looking quite stern in their crisp uniforms. He couldn’t help checking out their asses in their black cargo pants as they led him from the line.

‘Is there a problem?’ he asked.

‘Just a routine check,’ the guard said in a bored voice. She was the one who had spoken to him in the line, and she had short blonde hair and high cheekbones. Striking blue eyes, Chris noted.

‘We’ve received an alert for a passenger matching your description,’ the other one joined in. She had brunette hair tied into a loose bun, and was curvier than her partner. Her breasts strained against her grey shirt and her cargo pants were tight around her hips and thighs. Her big brown eyes and full lips caused a slight tingle in Chris’ loins, and he silently admonished himself for being stupid enough to even consider having horny thoughts in this situation. ‘We just need to ask you a few questions,’ she continued.

The questions were brief. Was he carrying anything illegal? Had he packed his own bags? Did he have anything to declare? Of course Chris had nothing to declare, but of course he couldn’t help worrying about whether somebody might have slipped something into his pocket, or that he somehow was the spitting image of some prolific smuggler.

The blonde guard produced a metal detector wand while the other held a plastic tray. ‘Sir, please place any metallic objects into the tray. Then I need to scan you.’

The brunette placed the tray containing his keys, belt, coins and phone on a table behind her, but the scanner bleeped loudly several times when passed over him. ‘Sir, do you have any other metal items?’

He patted himself down, thinking. ‘No, I don’t think so.’

‘Take your jacket off please, sir. Do I have your consent to carry out a physical search?’