Somehow, the scanner goes off yet again.

Emily can’t believe it. What could possibly set this damn thing off? She’s wearing literally nothing but a towel! One of the female customs agents walks over. “Ma’am, please put your arms out, we need to pat you down.”

Emily’s eyes grow wide. “B-but my hands are the only thing keeping my towel from falling off!”

The agent raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what you are on about, but it’s procedure. Now, arms out, please.”

Emily swallows. This can’t be happening again… She lets go, and holds her arms out. Her towel of course immediately falls to the ground. She hears gasps and murmurs from everyone nearby. Emily closes her eyes, trying to imagine that she’s just at home, ready to take a shower. Yeah that’s right, she’s alone…right…

The agent stops, and then pulls out a wand scanner. It beeps as it waves over her pussy.

“Wait what? How?” Emily exclaims.

The agent simply shakes her head. “Ma’am I’m going to need to take a look inside your vagina.”

“You can be serious! You can’t do that here, where everyone would see!”

The agent kneels down, and taps the inside of her legs. “Spread, please.”