You're stopped by a male agent

The agent waiting on the other side of the metal-detector raises up his gloved hand to stop you.

"It appears there's some metal on you. Please come this way for a private screening, sir," he says.

The agent leads you to a screened off area beside the security checkpoint. As you follow him, you can't help but notice his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He has dark skin and a well-groomed beard. And he's tall, several inches taller than you. He gestures for you to stand in front of him.

He begins by patting down your chest, and his touch feels oddly firm and aggressive. His hands slide down your sides as He begins to speak.

"The detectors picked something up right around...here," he says, his hands settling on your ass and groping them roughly. His body is now pressed firmly against yours, and you can feel a very large bulge pressing against your lower belly. His face looms a few inches above your own, and you can feel his breath against your face.

That's when his roving hands find the butt-plug that's still lodged inside your rear. You have trouble focusing on his face at such a short distance, but you can make out his full lips curling into a smirk the moment he finds it. He leans his head to the side and forward to whisper in your ear.

"Now, you can take this out yourself, or I can give you a hand. But I'll expect something in return. What do you say?" he growls quietly, before nipping at your earlobe.

Your brain finally catches up with what's happening to you. The agent's aggressive advances caught you off-guard. Especially since you're out of practice being hit on, since you usually have your hot fiancee on your arm.

Your fiancee.

The woman you intend to swear faithfulness to. You know she offered to let you sleep with other people, but this situation is just so much more real than anything you imagined back in bed at your apartment. Even if she were dead serious, she's not here to give you explicit permission. Should you really fool around with this stranger?