Amy Infiltrates

Amy walked in through the main entrance, finding herself in a large hallway, the walls and ceiling decorated in gold and with impressively large landscape paintings hung on each side. Incongruous to the old world luxury of the decor, however, were the security stations set up, where uniformed guards were checking IDs and waving people through metal detectors.

"Confidence, Amelia." Amy muttered to herself, then she put a broad smile on her face and walked up to the nearest guard, a brunette woman who looked too young for the job, an impression added by her grey uniform being a little too baggy on her.

"Hi." Amy said, not breaking her stride, "I'm wanted inside, so I'll just..." she pointed into the hall and attempted to continue walking, but the guard stepped in front of her.

"Just have to see your ID, please, Miss."

"Oh, really?" Amy kept up her smile, "I'll be in and out in a moment, I just need to... see... Jerry."

"Jerry?" The guard raised an eyebrow, "Who's..."

"Justin." Amy said quickly, "I need to go see Justin... I mean..." the guard still looked skeptical, "...James?"

"Wait by the desk, please, Miss." The guard instructed, waving Amy back to a corner of the room decidedly on the non-admittance side. She was just picking up a phone, and Amy was just considering making a run for it, when another tall, redheaded woman walked in, and the guard stepped out to stop her. "ID, please."

"Really, Sophie?" The redhead sighed, and spoke in a distinct Scottish accent, "It's me."

"I know it's you, Miss Monroe, but there are rules."

"If you know it's me, why do I have to prove it's me?"

"Rules, Miss Monroe."

"That's it!" Miss Monroe burst out, "I've had it with security, and checkpoints, and strip searches! You tell Clarissa that I quit!" She pulled an identification badge out of her handbag and slapped it on the desk, "There's my ID, keep it. And as for you-"

Miss Monroe quickly bent, grabbed Sophie the guard's trousers, and yanked them down to the floor, revealing a pair of red bikini panties with white spots. Then she turned on her heel and strode out.

"Miss Monroe!" Sophie called after her, then followed her, bent over and tugging up her trousers as she went.

Amy watched the two of them leave, then looked at the ID the redheaded Scottish model had left on the desk right in front of her.

"Don't mind if I do." She smiled, picking it up.