MadDoctor

"Pam"

So…. I’m going through security at my office when this new female security officer asks me to step off to the side. Seeing as how she’s knockdown gorgeous… I take this as an opportunity to make a few quick points. She gives me a seductive smile and directs me to the room in the back. ID in hand… I slide into the room

She shuts the door behind me and introduces her self as “Pam”. Okay… it’s not an official inquiry so this must be an attempt at flirtation. I’m up to the game. Pam informs me that the metal detector has alerted the front desk that I might be carrying a large long hard object. She’s right. I smile.

Pam asks me if I would permit her to search my person for objects that might be dangerous. Knowing the rules… I don’t say anything but greet her inquiry with a smile and a nod. She moves her wand over my chest and back…. Moving to my lower torso. When the wand gets near my belt buckle… an alarm can be heard screaming in the back. Something needs to be checked out. She asks me if I would mind a “hands-on” inspection. I agree

Much to my surprise… the secondary officer is not in the room. This is highly irregular but perhaps they are understaffed at the front desk. More to the point, a security camera is focused on us anyway so any inappropriate move on my part would not allude the attention of the guard at the front desk (the guys name is Bob). I know… not very Hollywood… but who can tell about parents. I tell Pam that she is free to check for large long hard objects. She smiles and advances…….

I notice that Pam has me located just under the camera so any activity that does happen will be missed by the camera. To be honest… this adds an air of excitement to what is about to happen. Pam moves her hands ever so slowly up my legs one at a time. She pauses as she feels the results of years of jogging 3 miles a day. Although I can't see her face… I can feel her smile and a little excitement. I face forward knowing that her hands will move higher. The room feels hot.

Pam doesn’t bother with the check above the knees but informs me that something is highly irregular… and that I will be required to remove my clothing to finish the search. Pam directs me to the changing area. I notice that it (the changing area) is back-lit and that any “profile” I make will be broadcast to her watching from 4 feet away. With a smile… I step behind the screen and remove my pants.

The heat from the light is intense. Probably done on purpose by the security team to make a person uncomfortable. I’m excited. I can hear Pam doing something from where I am… but I don’t feel comfortable looking over at her, as it’s her inspecting me… not me inspecting her. As my pants fall to the floor, I realize that Pam has taken a position near the side of the screening area and is now able to see inside. In my full glory… I turn to face her. I’m shocked (in a real REAL good way) to see that she is……

Wait… the wife wants me to start dinner. I’ll be right back.

Where were we? Oh yes… I turn to face her. I’m shocked (in a real REAL good way) to see that she is talking to Bob to see if he will join her in the inspection room. I’m embarrassed… and cover myself (as well as one can cover themselves given the circumstances). How could I have misread the situation so badly? I thought she was going for the gold?!?!? MY gold! Oh wait… It’s not “will Bob join her” it was “Bob don’t join me… I’ve got this one well in hand” (and the room goes dark). Pam can be heard dropping her gun on the floor. I can be heard dropping my gun to the floor as well. In an awkward movement… I move in her direction.

Without the benefit of light, I have to rely on physical contact to guide me to what awaited me. Holding my gun (oh wait… it’s on the ground) I move to the last location I saw Pam. I can smell her in the room as one would smell popcorn at a movie… flowers in a field in spring… stale beer in a old bar. She is close… and I can hear her shallow panting. She wants me and she wants me bad. My hands touch her soft skin and I can feel the little hairs on her shoulder come to life. Oh wait… that’s the little hairs on my shoulder coming to life.

As her hand touched my shoulder… and mine touched hers. I was surprised by how soft her skin was. Much like that of the soft underbelly of a squirrel (another story. Maybe later). I softly whispered “are you looking for the long hard object?” I could hear the quiver in her voice as she said “I think I found it”.

She had.

That bad boy was hard and ready when suddenly the lights came on. What the!!!!!!!!!!………… it was Bob! Oh my “hard 9mm” I had to do something quick. Without warning… I gave Bob what he least expected. The talking end of my 9mm along with a few words about his family tree (in that it didn’t fork).

Pam was no where to be found and Bob was on the floor holding his family (note the singular) jewel (I had the other one in my left hand). Bob was about to pay the price… and Pam was next. As I showed Bob the many delights of getting hit in the throat with the heal of my boot, I found Pam hunkered in the corner, palms up, in a fully submission position. I suddenly realized that Pam wanted me bad… and that Bob had somehow made her a part of this tasteless “joke”. With one final kick to the side of the head, Bob was out for the rest of the year. Pam (our of appreciation and admiration (probably a little envy)) went for the baloney pony like a ….

Did I hear mouse??????

To wrap this up…. Bob was sent to the hospital in a coma. Pam left the room with a smile on her face (and memories for a lifetime) and I… passed the strip search. Such is a day in my life.

The end…..