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 "Remove your shoes please." Ralph had said that so many times today that
the monotony was maddening.  This time was a bit different though.  He
wanted her to remove more than just her shoes.  She was a knockout blonde
just a little over thirty.  It was time to see if his rigged metal detector
really worked.  "Place any metal items you have in here," he said dryly as
he motioned to a little plastic basket.

   As she stepped through, he covertly pressed a concealed button that set
the detector off.  Maintaining his facade of boredom he told her, "Step
back through.  Are you certain you don't have any other metal on you?"

   "I think so." She examined her pockets thoroughly, found nothing and
stepped through again.  Another touch of Ralph's hidden button confirmed
that she did have some metal on her somewhere.  "What do I do?"

   Ralph gave it half a moment of thought so as not to seem too eager. 
"Try it again, without your jacket." Of course, he set it off again.  The
people behind her were already getting restless so they were slowly moving
over to another line.  She looked at him helplessly as she went over
herself again.

   "Maybe it's the pants," he said as though annoyed.  "Do they have a
metal zipper on them?"

   "You're kidding!"

   By now Marvin, another security guard, had come over to join in.  He and
Ralph had discussed this for over a week before putting it into effect.  He
had a handheld metal detector in his hand.  It didn't actually function
though.  Marvin could set it off at will with a press of a finger.  He
waved it slowly around her from her feet up and then made certain to set it
off at just the right point.  "Oh yeah.  It's the zipper.  Happens all the
time," he assured her.

   "But, what do you want me to do?" "Well, I'm sorry miss," Ralph
explained, "but we can't let you through until you can pass through without
setting off the metal detector."

   "You want me to take my pants off!!" She immediately wished she had said
that softer as it attracted the attention of several curious males around.

   "Do you want on the plane or not?" Ralph grumbled.

   "Well, I have to..." she debated in her mind.  She couldn't believe she
was actually considering this, but she had to get on that plane.  Her
career depended on it.  "Can I have my jacket back?  Y'know, to cover
with?"

   "Oh, sure," Ralph agreed betraying just a little disappointment.  Then
he remembered that he was in control of the metal detector and it would be
certain to go off anyway.

   Ralph and Marvin watched enthralled as her pants came undone.  She tied
her jacket around her waist of course before taking them off though.  As
she stepped through, the metal detector went off again.  "Maybe it is that
jacket," Marvin suggested.

   With frightened eyes she asked, "Are you sure?"

   "You got something else you wanna drop?"

   "Uuuh...  How about my socks!"

   Ralph couldn't quite suppress a snicker.  On the other hand, it wasn't
stretching the idea any further than they wanted to go anyway.  It was
better to humor her as though they thought it a possibility.  Barefoot, she
went through for the fourth time and for the fourth time it went off. 
"You've got to be kidding me!" she moaned.  She looked around warily only
to find that she was the object of many a man's attention.  Reluctantly,
she doffed the jacket, revealing a lacy black thong.  Ralph and Marvin
maintained a professional appearance but several men behind her ooohed and
aaaahed over her shapely ass.  She tried to cover with her hands but there
was much more that could be seen than couldn't.  And then, much to her
horror, the metal detector went off again.  "Ooooh no!"

   "There's got to be some metal in the buttons of your shirt," Marvin
said.

   "No Way!" she demanded.

   "Miss," Ralph said, somehow still able to act bored, "either try without
the shirt or you don't get through." Ralph subtly signaled Marvin to get
their excuse ready to detain her if she refused.

   She squirmed in hesitation for a moment, then, much to their surprise,
she agreed.  She unbuttoned as quickly as she could wanting to get it over
with.  She was busy trying not to look at the crowd but Ralph and Marvin
could see a few camera phones in the line behind her being brought out. 
Under the shirt was a spectacular black bra that matched her thong.  Her
body was everything that they had hoped for.  She practically leaped
through the metal detector this time and still it went off.  "No!  Give me
my clothes back!" she demanded to Marvin who held them tightly just in case
she tried to take them.

   He held up her I.D.  from her belongings that had been set aside. 
"Stacy Smith?  That's your name?"

   "Yeah, so what?  Give me my clothes!" She glanced around and then
started to move her arms around her body in a futile attempt at concealment
from the onlookers.

   "I'm sorry Miss Smith, but your name's been flagged."

   "What?"

   He held forward a clipboard with a long list of names.  He pointed to
her name : Smith, Stacy.  Her jaw dropped.  Marvin took the list away
before she had time to notice that it was all women's names and all common
enough to come in handy in an event like this.

   "I'm afraid you'll have to come with us," Ralph said as he moved towards
her with a pair of handcuffs.

   "No!  Let me at least get dressed first!"

   "Right now miss!" He snapped the handcuffs on her.  Ralph and Marvin
each held one of her arms as they led her to the wall.  "Behind the
barrier," Ralph gestured.  They had a small area sectioned off with a cloth
screen.  It enclosed a rectangular space by one wall that wouldn't have
permitted room for a fourth person.  Stacy was slightly relieved to be out
of public view but this `barrier' was just a curtain.

   Marvin got his handheld detector ready again.  "Is it just the bra do
you suppose?"

   "How can it even be my bra?," she asked desperately.

   "That depends on what's in it," Ralph said with stern cynicism.

   Indeed, Marvin's metal detector went off next her bra.  To Stacy's
horror, her thong set it off as well.  "NO!  What are you going to do to
me?"

   Marvin said almost apologetically, "Well, your name's on the list of
potential criminals.  We have some pretty strict regulations to follow.  We
gotta inspect everything here," he said pointing to her pile of discarded
clothing, "and, well," he gestured at the lingerie she still had on.

   Her eyes widened in disbelief but Ralph grunted, "All right, let's get
the bra." Stacy tried to betray no emotion, but she couldn't help
whimpering slightly as Ralph unclasped her bra.  He slid it down her arms,
maintaining a professional air, but anyone taking his pulse would have
though he had just run a marathon.  Her breasts were sublime and neither
Ralph nor Marvin made any pretense of looking away.  Stacy could only avert
her eyes as she pouted with trembling lips.  Her wrists were freed so that
they could remove the bra completely, but then Marvin put the cuffs right
back on.

   Standing there, topless and bound so that she couldn't even cover in
front of two strange men was mortifying, but it was about to get worse.  As
Marvin reached for her last article of clothing, she gasped, "Do you, do
you really have to do that?" "I'm sorry miss, but I could lose my job if I
don't follow through." Marvin was amazed at his ability to maintain a
straight face.  He was even more amazed at his self control as he slid her
thong off.  She was completely shaven.

   Ralph couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight.  He had to stay
in character though.  He went through her jacket pockets and then searched
the entire garment over carefully as though some small weapon might be sewn
into it.  Then he handed it to Marvin so he could do the same.  They went
over each item, one by one, as she was forced to endure their stares.  She
was actually shivering with embarrassment by the time it was done.

   Then came the piece de resistance.  Marvin `accidentally' knocked the
curtain down, exposing her, naked and handcuffed, to everyone in the line.
Stacy let out a long, shrill scream.  There were all kinds of murmurs of
both shock and approval from the onlookers.  It took Marvin several minutes
before he could get the curtain back up.  Once he did though, her ordeal
was almost over.  They uncuffed her and allowed her get dressed again. 
They did cuff her again until Marvin could `check on her status'.  He left
her with Ralph behind the curtain while he walked away and took a long,
leisurely drink of coffee.  Once he returned, he said, with a grin, "You're
free to go on through now!  Apparently the name Stacy Smith as a typo! 
It's not even supposed to be on the list." She rubbed her eyes painfully
but didn't say a word.  She just went on her way, hoping to never run into
anyone who saw her here naked ever.

   Ralph took his seat at the metal detector again and was very
enthusiastic about his job.  He was more than enthusiastic later on when he
spotted another babe waiting in his line!  Two in one day!