A Pat Down?

Marylin stood stock still, looking at the floor between her and the guard gripping her thumbs, as the other man began the search. His hands were firm as he rubbed them over her shoulders then down her spine, then back up to move her elbows away from her sides before patting the outside of her arms. She flinched as she felt his fingers on her ribcage, almost in her armpits, then felt a tingle run through her as the guard’s hands moved sorn her sides to her hips.

He stepped closer, lipping his arms under hers to feel the stomach. She involuntarily breathed in, tightening the muscles there, and then she gasped as both hands were on her breasts.

‘Wait, is this strictly necessary?’ Marylin asked in shock.

‘Just remain still please, madam,’ instructed the man in front of her.

‘But all these people are watching,’ she pointed out. ‘This is demeaning.’

‘New policy,’ he replied. ‘Deterrent.’ His curt reply told her that this was just routine for him.

The hands on her breasts has surely been there for much longer than required. The guard squeezed her boobs, cupped them, stroked them and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Admittedly the sensation was a little thrilling, but Marylin knew this was not right. But what could she do?

Thankfully the man finished groping her tits, bet then he moved on to her ass. He squeezed and stroked her buttocks, feeling around the waistband of her skirt and over her pelvis to her thighs. She was grateful, she supposed, that his hands didn’t try to feel her pussy. Instead he patted down the outside of both legs to her ankles, then his hands were under her skirt moving up the inside of her thighs. She held her breath, fully expecting him to go too far, but then his hands were withdrawn.

‘Are we done?’ Marylin asked grumpily.

The two men exchanged a look which made her stop before she said anything else, then the metal detector wand was waved over her again. Once again, it bleeped in the same places.

‘Madam,’ said the guard holding her thumbs, ‘we have reason to suspect that you are in possession of unlawful items. Please do not resist.’ He released her thumbs and the other man gripped both of her arms, pulling them around to the small of her back.

‘Wait,’ Marylin protested, ‘you’re making a terrible mistake.’ She wanted to say more but her voice left her as she heard the handcuffs click shut around her wrists.