The Taste Test

‘What? Right here?’ Chris asked incredulously. ‘Aren’t we going to go to some private room?’

‘Sir,’ the brunette said in a bored voice, ‘you agreed to this. If you want to avoid a lengthy custody process this is the only way to achieve that. So yes. Right here. Otherwise we will be **** to hand you over to the police.’

‘But I don’t have a t shirt or vest underneath,’ he replied.

Sophie shook her head. ‘Sir, I think we’ve made your position clear. I won’t allow you to waste our time here. If you refuse to follow our instructions I’ll radio for backup. And then the situation will be out of our hands.’

Chris sighed, realising he didn’t really have any choice. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off over his shoulders before handing it to the blonde guard. The air in the terminal was cool, and he felt his nipples stiffen. Sophie sniffed his shirt in several places, then licked the collar. It was a slow, long lick, and she watched him while she did it. She seemed to Chris to be enjoying this.

‘How exactly are you going to test for this substance, whatever it is?’ Chris asked as the brunette approached him. Several passengers had noticed that something interesting was happening over here, and had stopped to watch.

‘Sir, we are well trained in recognising a variety of illegal compounds. Please don’t worry, if you have nothing to hide you’ll be on your way very soon. Now put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.’

He did as he was told, then the guard leaned close to him, sniffing his neck. Her breath on his skin made him tingle, made his nipples stiffen even more. ‘Your cologne,’ she said. ‘Sauvage?’

‘Yes,’ Chris replied. ‘Yes it is.’

‘Nice. But not powerful enough to elude our tests. Now please don’t resist.’

Chris just had time to open his mouth to form a question. Resist? But before he could speak the brunette leaned even closer and kissed his neck. Her lips moved to his collarbone, her tongue flicking softly against his skin. He held his breath, trying not to move at all, and watched Sophie fold his shirt and place it on the table behind him. ‘Anything, Alison,’ she asked her colleague?

‘Not on this side,’ Alison replied, moving lower to kiss and lick his pectoral. Sophie was more aggressive, rougher with her tongue as she moved to his other side. She nibbled and lightly bit his skin, closing her lips on him to suck hard. She followed the same route as Alison on his opposite side, then both girls were sucking his nipples, flicking their tongues over him. Despite how awful this was, his cock was growing hard quickly. Before long they would both be well aware that he had a raging erection.

‘Ahh,’ sighed Chris, ‘is this really how you test for ****?’

Sophie looked up at him with wide eyes. ‘****? Did we say anything about ****?’

Chris felt as though he had made a mistake. ‘Um, no?’

‘Is there anything you want to confess?’ Alison had reached his abdomen, licking down toward his waist.

‘No, nothing,’ he replied.

She looked at the brunette. ‘Alison, any indicators?’

Alison stopped licking and nodded. ‘Possible trace here, would you like to check?’

Sophie bent over, biting and licking Chris’ skin, pulling his waistband down a little to give her tongue better access. ‘You’re right,’ she confirmed. ‘There is a very faint taste here. Whatever he’s carrying, I’ll wager it’s something to do with the suspicious package I identified during the body search.’

She stood up, facing him, her face stern. ‘Sir, you need to remove the rest of your clothes and hand them to me.’