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"Next!" 

The blonde called you forward with a wiggle of her finger and a bored, resting-bitch-face expression. You always got nervous at TSA checkpoints, despite the fact you never had any reason to; you weren't smuggling anything. 

You finished emptying your pockets and cautiously stepped through the metal detector. You feel your stomach drop when the machine beeps. 

"Over here, sir." The blonde points. "Hold your arms out and spread your legs." 

With a sigh, you head to the spot she indicated and obey her instructions. She produces a magnetic wand and waves it over your body. Her huge breasts, straining her uniform's buttons, were uncomfortably close to making contact with your chest as she stood way too close. Nearly done with her wand search. You were in the clear until the wand beeped as it passed over your crotch. Your blood ran cold. 

"Come with me, sir."  She ordered with a sort of bored authority in her voice. She led you behind a curtain off to the side of the security station. 

"Take your pants off, sir." She ordered. 

"Wh-what?" 

"This is a strip search. I need you to drop your pants."

Zero authority to refuse, you unbuttoned and dropped trou. For the first time since you encountered her, a suggestion of humor appeared on her face in the form of a faint smile as she sized you up. 

"Okay. Nothing dangerous there." She said, fighting a smirk. "You're free to-" 

She started to turn around mid-sentence, but her generous, wide-set hips grazed the frame of the privacy curtain as she moved, sending it crashing to the floor. 

As the curtain clattered down, standing on the opposite side was the entire regional cheerleading championship team, flying on their way to the national competition. 

Alerted by the loud noise, the dozens of cheerleaders all turned at once to stare at your exposed genitalia, who immediately proceeded to burst out in pointing, laughing, and two-finger small-dick gestures. 

This was gonna be a long flight.