The Airport Security

"I don't understand", wailed Kayla in frustration, and not for the first time. "Why can't anyone speak to me in English?". The two airport security staff in the room ignored her as they had done for the last two hours apart from bringing her a plastic cup of water. Her ass ached against the hard uncushioned seat that she was **** to sit at in her underwear. Surely they could have brought her clothes back after they searched her, she thought miserably.

She had tried pleading with the guards and she had tried threatening them with the full might of the American Embassy who would undoubtedly come to her aid. She had even tried bribery. If the guards had been male, she would even have tried flirting - and she still might, she thought as she looked exhaustedly at her two female captors who appeared somehow to have forgotten about her. They chatted and laughed between themselves and never even spared a glance in her direction. Kayla was at a loss.

She knew she was in a little bit of trouble - the small sachets of coke in her luggage must have been found, but she felt sure that if she could get some kind of state appointed lawyer they could easily argue that the quantity was minimal and she would just be deported out of here onto the next flight. She hoped so anyway. She had no idea what the laws were in this shithole that she was stopping in. She couldn't believe that she would have now missed her onward flight to Italy to meet Ryan. She had been planning to surprise him for his birthday too. Now what the fuck was she supposed to do? She would have to find some crummy hotel for the night once she got out of here and get the next flight out. She couldn't even look up accommodation or message anyone to tell her where she was -They had taken her phone off her! This was a complete shitshow! Fuck!

After an interminable delay, the door to the little bare cube of a room opened and two new people entered. A blonde woman in some kind of tight leather cops uniform was followed by a guy in civilian clothes (me!). She watched apprehensively as the woman (Agila) acknowledged the two guards who had immediately gotten to their feet and were standing to attention. The cop she could see at once was obviously a big cheese. Maybe she would be able to speed things up so that Kayla could get out of here she thought hopefully. As she watched, I was introduced to the two guards who immediately saluted me too and remained at attention, then with a word or two from Agila, they left in a hurry leaving us two newcomers to face Kayla.

I glanced at her, curious. "Interesting", I said to my companion.

"Thank fuck!" said Kayla looking instantly relieved. "You speak English!"

"Yeah", I agreed

"Ohmigod. Im so glad you're here. This has been so fucked up. They've kept me here like forever and I dont even know why. I haven't done anything. You have to help me get out of here. I just need to get back on a plane out of here pronto. People are waiting for me. Are you the American whaddayacallit? Embassy? Consul? something like that?"

I smiled and almost laughed, "No, not quite." I hesitated, choosing my next words, but I was interrupted by the two security guards that had been Kayla's company for what felt to her like the whole day returning. One was dragging her suitcase and the other handed Kayla's passport to me before both stood to attention once more, clicked their heels together, saluted me and left. I stood and watched as Agila in her tight motor-cycle leathers hauled the suitcase up onto the table in front of Kayla and began unzipping it. I could see she was nervous, probably mortified at having all her stuff brought out on display. She looked chilled and uncomfortable I reflected, sitting in front of us in less clothing than I imagine she would have liked. However, she did have a very nice rack so it was worth it I felt. Kalya swallowed and tried to put a brave face on it.

"Kayla Perkins from Anderson, Indiana" I read from her passport and looked down at her sitting at the table, comparing her sombre picture in the passport to the tableau she now presented, smiling hopefully in her nice shiny bra, trying her best to ingratiate herself with us.

Kayla sat and watched and waited for what was to come next. After a moment or two's silence she suddenly realized I was staring at her tits. She pretended not to notice but I could see she had made an effort to push them out, so much so that she seemed to be almost holding her breath. I'm sure she figured it might help to have me interested although I don't expect she would intend on following through with anything once she got out of here if I helped her.

In the time that she had been trying to stick her tits out for my benefit she had taken her eyes off the Agila who after a couple of moments rummaging had hauled the little baggies from the inside pocket of her suitcase. Fuck. thought Kayla, but she had known this was coming. There was no way she wasn't going to find that little drop of coke she had left. There was almost nothing there too. Why had she not gotten rid of it or used it before the plane? Surely she would get away with a warning or a slap on the wrist or something though. If it came to it, she could use her phone call to get Daddy to contact a lawyer over here to get her out or she could use her new "friend" to help. Yeah, she was going to beat this one no bother she decided. Positive thinking!

What she didn't expect was what happened next.