TSA T&A (Patreon)

You held your breath as you walked through the metal detector. Even if you had nothing to hide, there was always that little irrational fear. You stepped through, and, sure enough,  

Beeep!

Oh no.  

A TSA Agent steps out, detector wand in hand. Even worse, she was stunningly cute; glasses, hair in  braids, and an immense rack that the buttons of her uniform struggled to contain.  

“Hold on sir, I’ll need to search you.” She explained with a smile, as if she relished this. “Hold out your arms for me?”

You did as directed, your heart pounding as she waved you down. But the wand didn’t indicate anything.  

“Hmm… I’m unable to find anything...” She admitted as you let out a small sigh of relief. The relief didn’t last long however.

“Strip search it is, then.”

She grabbed you by the shirt and pulls you into a room off the side and shuts the door with gusto.  

“Clothes off. Slowly.” She rests a hand on the gun on her belt.  

You comply with her demands. Shirt off, then pants. You stand there in just your underwear, hesitating.

“All the way.” She demands, tightening her grip on her holstered weapon.

With no other course of action left to you, you pull down your underpants.  A chortle escapes her nose, then a giggle, then finally full-blown laughter. She takes her hand off her gun for the first time since entering the room as she folds her arms over her stomach to bend over with laughter.  

“Aaaaahahaha!!” She unapologetically laughs in your face. “Oh, man, well, TSA guidelines prohibit bringing tools over seven inches… but I doubt that’ll be a problem for you!”  

She sighed and caught her breath. “Ahh, get dressed and get out of here. Have a good flight!”