“Stand up straight and put your hands on your head,” she heard again. "Officer Johnson will check your chest to make sure nothing is hidden there."

Worse and worse; she not only faced these people completely naked; now they will touch it, and nothing can be done about it. Gillian felt helpless; yet she laid her hands on her head and folded her fingers into the lock so that they would not accidentally slip. Officer Johnson approached her so quietly that she did not hear, and when he touched her, she jumped in surprise. His touch was soft, but sure, he felt the edges of each breast, and then lifted them one by one to the maximum. Gillian was always a little shy about her breasts.

Not only were they more obvious than usual, she had nipples of an unusual type: in a calm state, they almost did not rise, but they were excited quite easily and became very long and solid. In fact, if you think about it, it was just a miracle that the situation in which she found herself - naked in a cool room in front of two strangers, still did not cause any reaction, but now that her breasts were thoroughly examined by proxy, the effect was very noticeable, her nipples stood up vertically and stretched out, and she could not hide her obvious arousal from both co-workers, no matter how hard she tried. Examination of the chest ended as suddenly as it began, and Gillian again without a reminder put her hands on the sides.

“Now almost everything, miss,” a gentle voice said softly. Officer Johnson spoke for the first time since he entered the room, but immediately, almost without a pause, the harsh voice of the customs official sounded:

“Lay on the table on your back, spread your legs as wide as possible and with fingertips open each fold in turn to employee Johnson so that he can be sure that there is no smuggling.”

It was too much for Gillian, and her hunted exclamation, “No!” Also seemed to echo through the room, but one glance was enough to understand that the only choice was either to present the most intimate parts of his anatomy, or Agree that employee Johnson will do it himself. She almost with certainty felt that he would have done it more delicately, and, in any case, she would not have to parade her body herself, but even so, the remnants of her trampled dignity were against, and she could not bring herself agree that other people's hands would touch her for the most intimate places.

She walked slowly to the table and for the first time turned to employee Johnson. At the same time, she was also facing the door, through which she entered, it seems, a long time ago. The strongest temptation to escape immediately, she managed to overcome only because she knew that there were many people behind the door, normal, fully dressed people, and because there were no handles on the door. Gillian pulled her back to the iron surface of the table and, feeling the cold metal touch her hips for the first time, exhaled sharply. She moved a little back and, when she decided that enough, lay back on this metal "bed". For a few moments she lay, getting used to the cold hard surface, and then she began to push her legs apart.

She had only one lover in her whole life, and everything that they did with George was done under sheets, with the lights off. Even with important medical examinations related to her women's health, most of her body was covered, and, of course, her doctor was a woman. Now, for the first time in her life, she threw open her legs in front of a man, under the bright light of lamps, and even her pubic hair was not in order to at least cover herself up with them.How she cursed her best friend Jennifer, who suggested using a razor to maintain hygiene and not be ashamed of wearing a swimsuit. Do not be ashamed, that's because the irony of fate!

She spread her legs as best she could, and now she was required to reveal her most intimate place and present its secrets to employee Johnson. It seemed that her legs were constrained and fixed in a position in which she found a little funny, and when her fingers parted her lips to reveal the clitoris and vagina, they too seemed to be frozen in stillness. And at that very moment when she appeared to be as naked and open as possible, the unthinkable happened. That very door, which she thought about for moments (or maybe for hours?), So the door opened, and a large man entered the room. He nodded to Officer Johnson and walked over to the customs officer to say something in her ear, but the only thing that, from Gillian's point of view, was worth the attention, was the door itself. She found herself with her legs apart and all-all of her being in full view of everyone who looked in her direction. The door was left completely open!

Gillian was numb, she could not speak, her throat was dry, and her muscles cramped, she could not move or even make any sound, and all she could do was watch as more and more people see naked shameless, which, it seems, deliberately puts on display for all that she has. In the end, the outgoing sounds of comments attracted the attention of employee Johnson, he realized what was happening, and closed the door. In theory, he should have responded faster, but, just like external observers, his attention was riveted to a beautiful girl on the table, or rather, to those parts of her body that were exposed.

The closing of the door had two consequences. First, Gillian returned to the ability to move, after which she removed her hands and quickly folded her legs, and then began to sob softly. Secondly, Gillian was handed clothes and allowed to dress, and it was also said that her luggage would be returned immediately and that she could be free. Gillian did not have to repeat twice - she immediately put on her skirt and blouse and put on her shoes. As soon as she pulled on the second shoe, a fourth employee came into the room and brought her bags. Gillian silently took them and, as soon as officer Johnson opened the door for her, she left.

The path traversed by Gillian through the arrival hall was a torture for her — it seemed to her that everyone was looking at her and showing her finger like a woman who was lying on a table with her legs spread apart. In fact, this was not at all the case: at that moment her face was mostly hidden behind an imposing chest, and, however, the attention of the majority of viewers was somewhat lower.

Gillian began to look for a driver with a sign on which would be her name, but found no one. She left the airport building and took a taxi, indicating immediately the address of the place where the meeting was scheduled - she was in a hurry, and the search for the hotel could be put off until later. Being late for a meeting with very important people was not in her interests, and she was clearly late, despite all her efforts to organize the trip as it should be.

The address she gave to the taxi driver is Academy Kronenberg.

This Raskazz is a translation from the English. The author of the original text was signed as Bellamy. As soon as I got it, I first of all set up a look at the Sba-collector, then I translated only two of the first parts that were present. If they are published publicly, I will try to repent my lamb and transcend with the third and the fourth parts that have been shared by others on the other site only when published.
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