Strip Search !

Debbi was about to head through customs while the other three waited by the baggage carousel, when a shaven headed official in an imposing uniform appeared before her. He asked her abruptly to step out of the queue, to the amusement of her travelling companions. Debbi wasn't sure what was happening, something certainly not helped by the amount of **** in her system. The guard led her over to a series of nearby control stations populated by busy officials and a couple of concerned looking passengers. "What's happening ?" Debbi asked, her speech slightly slurred. "Madam please wait here quietly" said the guard. "You have been selected for a random search." Debbi groaned. She knew she had nothing incriminating on her but this was unwelcome nonetheless. It was somewhat inevitable that the attractive but clearly intoxicated woman would be targeted to help fulfil the daily quota of searches. There was little she could do but look over enviously at her waiting companions.

Another official called over in Greek and the guard guided Debbi over to a small steel desk hidden behind a rickety divider screen. Debbi was ordered to take a seat and watched as the new official, an overweight Cypriot woman, snapped a pair of plastic gloves on her hands and picked up a clipboard. Debbi was then asked all manner of absurdly severe sounding questions by the woman, ranging from any prior links to terrorism to whether she had any convictions for **** offences. Each question was barked at Debbi, the woman, clearly irritated by Debbi's constant requests for them to be repeated. Debbi wasn't trying to be difficult but the combination of the woman's accent and Debbi's drink befuddled brain was not helpful. They somehow made it through the questions before the woman further dampened Debbi's holiday buzz by ordering her to begin removing her clothes ! Debbi grimaced but through her **** induced fog, thought it best to get this unpleasantness over. She thought it embarrassing that she wasn't wearing any underwear but at least that would be two less items to take off !

Debbi stood up and found that she was still a little unsteady on her feet. She began taking off her top and staggered about as she did so, wandering beyond the boundary of the divider screen and into the clear view of anyone queuing at customs and reclaim. By the time Debbi had slid her top over her head and begun working on her skirt, dozens of peopled were gawping at her. There were more than a few sniggers and several phones appeared to record the spectacle. It was clear from Debbi's difficulty in undressing that she was a little drunk, something that made the performance all the funnier to the onlookers. Debbi remained oblivious as she trotted about in her heels , sliding the skirt from her frame to reveal her legs. The woman official watched dumbfounded before finally indicating that she also had to remove her shoes, something which would have made the whole exercise a lot simpler if she had done it first ! Debbi now did so, handing them over and standing a little flustered as the woman placed her clothing in a tray. This was passed to another female official as the woman grabbed a torch and beckoned Debbi over to the table. Debbi disappeared back behind the divider, something that elicited sounds of disappointment from her unintended audience ! She was still completely oblivious to this, her mind focused on the large woman demanding she bend over the table.

Confused, scared and sloshing with booze, she did as she was told. She heard the official moving behind her before feeling gloved fingers pulling at the cheeks of her bottom. Debbi blushed with embarrassment as she felt her ass-hole exposed and heard the click of a torch. The woman poked at the outside of her anus for a while before releasing her grip and then repeating the procedure , this time prising Debbi's pussy lips apart, inserting two fingers and again shining the torch. After what seemed like an eternity, the torch switched off. Debbi felt utterly humiliated as she stood naked while the official sat and scribbled a few notes on her paperwork. She handed Debbi a form to sign as the other official returned with her tray of possessions.

Debbi didn't bother to read the paperwork. She was **** to be out of here and back with her companions, plus she was still too intoxicated to read the legalese. She scrawled her signature and eagerly accepted her clothing. She dressed as quickly as she could which, thanks to her panic and the amount of **** she had consumed, was not that quick. With her outfit back on, albeit a little scruffier than before and with a less than immaculate hairdo, the official pointed her towards an exit.