Chaos theory says that a butterfly flapping its wings can result in a hurricane halfway around the world.
My name is Andrew, and this is a story of how my wife Anne getting treated for strep throat in Texas as an 18-year-old high school senior had very embarrassing implications halfway around the world years later.
We had just finished a 2-week trip to India to attend the wedding of one of our high school friends. Our friend’s family took us to the Mumbai airport and we said goodbye. We went to the ticketing counter and checked in our 4 large suitcases - 2 for me and 2 for my wife. Security was a breeze, and soon we were at the gate waiting to board our plane. We were flying Etihad airlines. We had a stop in Abu Dhabi, and from there we would fly home to America.
We boarded the flight and settled in. For this leg of the journey, I had claimed the window seat, and Anne was seated in the middle. A well-dressed handsome Indian man in a suit came and sat next to Anne in the aisle seat. I recognized having seen him at the wedding, but had not had the chance to actually talk with him. Turns out his name was Kumar and he was a cousin of the bride. He was 25 years old just like Anne. His family was from India, but he had been born in the United States. Before coming to India for his cousin’s wedding, he had graduated from law school. He was now heading back to start his job at the Department of Justice in the Southern District of Texas in Houston. Anne told Kumar that we also lived in Houston and that he should definitely come and visit us. As we talked, the time passed quickly and soon we were ready to land in Abu Dhabi.
Once we landed, we got off the airplane and into the Abu Dhabi airport. At most international airports, when traveling to the United States, you go through security again and then get on the airplane. At Abu Dhabi, you also have to go through US Customs Preclearance at the airport before getting on your departing flight.
I, Anne, and our new friend Kumar all made it through security and then went to the US Customs Preclearance. There were rows of officers seated behind their windows. Each family would go the first available officer and be processed.
Thankfully, the line was moving quickly, and soon it was our turn. I and Anne went together to be processed. I presented our passports. The officer asked us a few questions about where we had been and pulled up our information on his computer. He stamped my passport and handed it back. Then he typed something into the computer, and then he turned to my wife.
“I am sorry, Ma’am, but the computer has flagged you for an enhanced interview. Please leave all your carryon baggage with me. and follow these officers and they will take you to a more private area for your search.” As he we was saying this, two large men arrived.
They escorted my wife towards a door marked “Do Not Enter: Secure Area”. I tried to follow them, but the guard at the door told me to wait outside. My wife turned to give me a frightened look as she was led through the door. The door closed behind them, and I was left on the outside wondering what would happen with my wife.
I stood nervously waiting for my wife to come out, when I felt a hand on my back. It was our friend Kumar. I quickly explained to him what had happened. “Come Andrew, let’s go see what is going on with Anne.”
He approached the guard in front of the door. “This is Anne’s husband, and I am their lawyer.” He said showing his credentials to the guard. “As is our right by law, we demand that we be able to witness Anne’s search with her permission.”
The guard got on his radio, and a few minutes later, two guards showed up. “These guards will accompany you inside” he said.
Accompanied by the two guards, we entered the secure area. There was a long hallway with a bunch of doors. The guards opened one of the doors and led us inside.
We entered a large room. In the center of the room, we could see my fearful wife accompanied by the two officers who had escorted her inside. As soon as my wife saw me and Kumar, her face lit up, and I could see her visibly relax.
One of the guards accompanying me and Kumar, walked up to Anne with an iPad. “Ma’am, these men say they are your husband and lawyer. They also requested to witness your search. Do you acknowledge their claim, and do you consent for them to witness your search. Once you sign, they will be required by law to witness the entirety of your search.”
Anne was so glad to see us and so scared that we would be sent out and she would be left alone with the officers if she did not sign, that she quickly nodded yes, and signed on the iPad.
Then one of the officers with Anne introduced himself. “Since we have some new witnesses, let’s start from the beginning. I am Officer Johnson, and this is Officer Smith. You have been selected for an enhanced search of your person. This search will be performed by myself and Officer Smith. Per your request, your husband and your lawyer will witness the entirety of this search.”
At this point, Kumar interrupted. “Shouldn’t this search be done by a female officer? Also, why are these male guards who escorted us, present for the search? I demand to speak with your supervisor!”
Officer Johnson didn’t seem phased by Kumar’s outburst. He spoke into his radio and a few minutes later the door opened and in walked another man.
“Hi, I am Director Yates. I heard you wanted to speak with me.”
Kumar repeated his objection to having Anne searched by males and the male guards being present for her search. The Director listened and nodded.
He then turned to Anne. “Ma’am let’s see if we can clear this up. Since 9/11 there has been an effort to make sure agents have access to all the US Government information about a suspect. Because you were flagged by the system, I can see all your information in the system. I need to ask you some questions to verify your information. Is that ok?”
Anne nodded.
“I see that your father was in the military. Is that correct?” The Director asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And I see that you received care at military clinics.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me about the time you got strep throat when you were 18.”
“Well, 2 days before my senior trip. I came down with a bad sore throat and nausea and vomiting. My mom took me to the military clinic and I was given medicine that helped me feel better. What does that have to do with anything?” A confused Anne asked.
“I see from your records that the medicine given was an intramuscular shot of penicillin? Is that correct?”
“Yes, the doctor said that since I was throwing up, I might have trouble keeping the medicine down. Also, that the shot would be a one time dose and I would feel better quickly so I could go on the class trip. I still don’t see what that has to do with anything?”
“Ma’am can you confirm that the shot was given in your buttock?”
“Yes…” replied Anne hesitantly.
“And that it was administered by a male medic?” came the rapid-fire question.
Anne blushed slightly, embarrassed to be answering questions about getting a shot in her bottom.
“Yes.”
“And I assume it involved exposing your bottom to the male medic for the shot. Is that a correct assumption?”
Anne didn’t answer.
“I will take that as a yes!”
Director Yates continued.
“Based on that, I see that you have no deep, fundamental objection to exposing yourself to male professionals in the employ of the US Government. I know you would prefer a female officer. However, in this office we have a severe shortage of female officers compared to male officers. At this location, many of the women that we process have deep, religious objections to being seen by any male other than their husbands. To accommodate them while still ensuring efficient operations, we prioritize the use of female officers for those women. I know you would prefer to be searched by a female officer, but I am afraid I cannot accommodate a mere preference given our personnel situation.”
Kumar looked shocked.
Anne looked horrified and covered her mouth with her hand.
The Director continued. “However, since you are understandably nervous about being searched by male officers, let me see if I can ease your mind a little. First, as long as you cooperate during the search, the officers are not allowed to physically touch you during the search. Second, since you are so nervous, I will personally remain and observe that this search is conducted in a professional and dignified manner.”
“What if I refuse to be searched?” Anne blurted.
The Director smiled. “That would be very bad. First, since you are uncooperative, our level of suspicion for criminal activity would be increased and we would be authorized to forcibly restrain you and complete the search. Second, since you attempted to obstruct a US Customs procedure, you would be charged with a misdemeanor with penalties up to a year in prison and a $10,000 fine. Finally, you would be charged under the local law with obstructing airport operations and arrested by the local police and taken to their jail. The penalty for that in this country is also up to a year in prison.”
“I am sorry. You don’t need to do all that. I will cooperate.” my visibly chastened wife replied.
“Smart woman. Now I will stop talking and let Officer Johnson perform the search.”
Officer Johnson approached my wife. He was still holding the iPad.
“Ok Ma’am, for documentation purposes, I need you to declare the items of clothing you are currently wearing. Please include all items including footwear. For each item, also specify the color.”
“I am wearing, a pair of brown sandals, a white blouse, blue skirt,” my wife replied.
“Ma’am, is that all the clothing you are wearing including underclothes?” Officer Johnson asked.
Blushing, my wife replied. “Sorry, no. I am also wearing a black bra, and black panties.”
Officer Johnson went to a cabinet in the room and retrieved a cardboard box. He stood in front of my wife and put the box in front of my wife.
“Since this is Officer Smith’s first time searching a female, I will be explaining the procedure to him. Let’s get started. Please put your sandals in the box.” he ordered.
My wife quickly took off her sandals and put them in the box. She then stood quietly awaiting further instruction.
“Ma’am, any time you are not actively following an instruction, I want you to stand in the secure position. This position requires that you stand straight, with your eyes open and looking straight ahead. Your feet need to be shoulder width apart, and your hands clasped on top of your head. Please assume the secure position now!” he ordered.
My wife quickly complied.
“Excellent cooperation, Ma’am”. He commended her. “Now give me a minute to enter in all the information so far into the iPad.”
My wife just stood looking nervously at everyone in the room while Officer Johnson entered the information in his iPad.
I am sure she was wondering how extensive this search would be. I was wondering the same thing. Officer Johnson provided the answer with his next command.
“Please put your panties in the box!”
My wife looked stunned by the request. She was hoping that she would not have to take them off at all, and certainly did not expect to remove them so soon.
However, the threat from the Director regarding what would happen if she didn’t cooperate was fresh on her mind. Carefully, she reached under her skirt and begin pulling her panties down her thighs. Once she got them down to her legs, she carefully stepped out of them. She then took them and placed them in the box. Remember, her previous instructions, she resumed her secure position with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands clasped on top of her head.
Officer Johnson turned to Officer Smith. “You may be wondering why I asked for the panties so early in the search. I find that it helps set expectations. No matter what you tell people, they always assume they are going to be able to keep their underwear on for the search. Asking for their underwear as early as possible removes this misconception. In addition, this makes it easier for the person. As the search progresses, I have found that people grow more attached to their underwear. They view those few inches of material as the only thing protecting their most private parts. Having them remove their underwear while still wearing most of their clothes and not exposing anything is less stressful.”
While what he said may be true, I couldn’t help but think that this also would also make my wife more aware of her impending nakedness. Although covered by her skirt, I am sure she could feel the air on her most private parts and know that the primary garment protecting them was gone.
Officer Johnson, then turned to Anne.
“Ma’am would you feel more comfortable if you could undress facing away from everyone?” Officer Johnson inquired.
“Yes, sir, thank you,” replied my wife.
Officer Johnson took the box and then went behind my wife taking Officer Smith with him.
“Ok, Anne, keeping your hands on your head, turn around and face me!” Officer Johnson ordered.
As my wife turned to comply, he explained to Officer Smith. “When you have a lot of witnesses, like we do here, turning the suspect so she doesn’t see everyone while she is disrobing can make it less stressful for her.”
“Ok, ma’am, tell me what you like to take off next?” he then asked.
Anne seem shocked by the question. After a few moments, Anne replied, “My blouse.”
“Ok then, take off your blouse and put it in the box,” came the order.
As Anne slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, Officer Johnson again explained. “Anytime you can get a woman to participate in her own search, the better it is.”
Anne eventually undid the buttons on her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and pulled her arms out of the blouse. She then put it into the box as instructed. She then resumed her secure position, with her hands clasped on top of her head.
From the back, we could see her almost bare back, with the straps of her bra. From the front, I knew the two officers could see my wife’s ample cleavage spilling sexily out of the bra.
“Excellent cooperation ma’am, and great job remembering to resume the secure position! Now, what item would you like to remove next?”
My wife thought longer this time. Unlike the last time, there was no way she could avoid exposing one of her private parts. Either her breasts or her pussy would be exposed to the two officers. Finally, she answered, “My bra.” She was obviously wanting to keep her pussy hidden as long as possible.
“Actually, let’s take off your skirt instead,” said Officer Johnson.
My wife gasped in surprise, but I knew that this was the officer making sure he wasn’t entirely predictable and showing that he was the one in charge, not my wife.
Anne put her hands in the elastic waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her thighs and let it fall to the floor around her legs. She quickly bent down, stepped out of it, and stood up and put it in the box as ordered.
However, this time she did not return to her secure position. I could not see her hand, but from the position of her arms, I knew she was using them to cover her pussy. Surprisingly, Officer Johnson did not say anything about resuming the secure position.
Although, she was able to hide her pussy for now from the officers in front, her naked ass was completely exposed to me, Kumar, our two guards, and Director Yates. My wife Anne, had an ass to die for, and looking around, I could see that that opinion was shared by my fellow observers.
However, her pussy’s chance to stay hidden was drawing to a close. “Take off your bra!” came the final order.
Anne reached back with both hands to undo her bra, exposing her pussy for the first time to the two officers conducting the strip search. The more experienced Officer Johnson maintained an air of professionalism and did not react other than a quick glance at her pussy. Officer Smith on the other hand, openly stared wide-eyed at Anne’s crotch.
Anne, moved quickly to take off her bra and place it in the box. From her posture from the back, I knew that Anne was trying to use her hands to cover her breasts and pussy.
“Now that you are completely disrobed, I need you to turn around and face the witnesses so we can continue your search!” Officer Johnson ordered.
My wife turned around and faced us. Her face was blushing red and she was in the embarrassed nude female position - her left hand placed across her breasts covering them as best she could, and her right hand covering her pussy.
Officers Johnson and Smith came with the box and stood in front of her.
“Ma’am, thank you for your cooperation so far. Now that you are done actively carrying out my instructions, what position are you supposed to be in?” he inquired.
My wife blushed and looked at everyone in the room. In addition to me, there were six other men in the room, including one that was a new friend. Once she assumed the secure position, she would be unable to hide anything!
“Please cooperate with Officer Johnson’s instructions, or we will have to call in additional officers to forcibly restrain you for the search” admonished the Director.
These words made her realize the gravity of the situation.
“Sorry sir, I will assume the secure position.” she apologized as she took that position.
I heard the guard next to me sharply inhale. Anne was completely exposed. Her hands clasped on her hand, pulled her breasts up, and made them stand out. My wife had shaved her pussy a week ago, and the stubble of her pubic hair was too short to conceal anything. That combined with her feet at shoulder position, resulted in her pussy lips being obscenely exposed.
“Please remain in that position while I search your clothing.” Officer Johnson instructed.
He then slowly and thoroughly examined each piece of clothing.
After a few minutes, he was done.
“Ma’am, your clothing all looks good. Now let us continue the search.”
The way we were positioned, Anne was facing the door. Just as he said this, the door burst open. Anne shrieked in embarrassment and brought her arms down and covered herself with her hands.
I looked back from my seated position towards the door. I saw that a guard had opened the door. Behind him were two porters pushing a large cart with our luggage on it.
“Here is the suspect’s luggage, you requested. You need to quickly search it so we can get it back on the flight so we do not cause a delay.” The guard stated.
“You are right, let’s take care of this first,“ said Officer Johnson.
He had the porters open all the suitcases in front of Anne. Each item was taken from the suitcases. Anne, was asked to acknowledge if that was ours. The item was then inspected and placed on a table. This whole time, Anne was standing completely naked with her hands tightly clasped over her breasts and pussy. The porters stayed in front with the suitcases, but I noticed the guard who had escorted the porters, walked around and stood behind Anne, grinning as he took in her naked ass.
Once everything inspected, Officer Johnson turned to the porters. “Quickly pack everything back in the suitcases and get them back on the plane. If I see you wasting any time, I will report you to your supervisor!”
As the porters quickly began to re-pack the suitcases, Officer Jones turned again to my wife.
“Ok, ma’am, let’s finish what we started. Please resume the secure position, with your hands on your head and your feet at shoulder width!”
My wife looked at the porters and guard who had by now come stood in front of her with us. She opened her mouth to say something, but then she saw the stern expression in the officer’s eyes.
I saw her shut her mouth, and very deliberately as if she was forcing herself to perform the motions, place her hands on top of her head, and move her feet to shoulder width apart.
“Ma’am, you have repeatedly broken your secure position. I overlooked it previously, but I am warning you that if you get out of the secure position without permission, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand?” Officer Johnson said very severely.
“Yes sir, I understand. I won’t break my secure position without permission again,” my chastened wife replied.
By this time, the porters had finished re-packing the suitcases and had loaded them back on the cart. When they saw my wife in her exposed position, one of them let out a whistle of appreciation, only to be met by a stern look from the guard who was accompanying them.
They opened the door and pushed the cart through the doorway. Because the porters were distracted by looking back at my naked wife, it took them a few moments to get it completely through the doorway. This resulted in my wife being exposed to whoever was in the hallway during this time. I saw a woman being escorted by two female guards. Behind them was her husband escorted by a third female guard. He paused outside the open door and I saw him stare in shock at my wife. Slowly a smile formed across his face, and his eyes crawled over my wife’s naked flesh. Finally, the door swung shut, ending his voyeurism.
I thought about the unfairness of it all. His wife would be getting searched only be females, whereas my wife, because of some stupid penicillin shot years ago, was exposed completely naked to him!
After the door was shut, Officer Johnson continued his search by having Anne lean forward and comb out her hair. Then he had her bend her ears forward to check behind them. He also had her open her mouth and lift up her tongue so he could check underneath for any contraband
Once these were out of the way, it was time for the main show.
“Ma’am, please grasp your nipples and lift up your breasts so we can see if you are concealing anything underneath them.”
My wife used her hands to pull up on her nipples lifting up her breasts.
“Very good, ma’am. Now lean forward and shake your breasts.”
My wife leaned forward and shook her breasts. We all watched in fascination as her breasts wobbled and shook. There was no question of her having any implants.
“Ok ma’am, now turn around.”
Anne turned around exposing her ass once again to everyone in the room. Officer Johnson had her bend her legs up and spread her toes, making sure nothing was concealed on her feet.
“Very good ma’am. Now keeping your feet at shoulder width, lean forward, grasp your buttocks with your hands, and part them so I can inspect your anal area.”
“Is this really necessary?” Kumar objected. I was happy that Kumar was finally doing something useful instead of just gawking at Anne.
“Sir, this is a standard part of the strip search, and is described in section 15.5 of our search manual. Would you like me to show you in our copy of the manual?” replied Director Yates.
“No sir, I believe you. Anne, go ahead and follow Officer Johnson’s orders!” a defeated Kumar said.
I saw her whole body blush red as she bent down. She then grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them open, exposing her anus to all our eyes.
It wasn’t just her anus that was exposed. With her legs spread, this also exposed her pussy from the rear with her pussy lips hanging down. With her bending forward, her breasts also were visible hanging like udders, framed by her spread thighs.
Leaving her like that, Officer Johnson walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a flashlight. Squatting down behind Anne’s now public private parts, he turned on the flashlight and shined it one her asshole.
“Ma’am, now I need you to cough deeply three times!” He ordered.
Anne took a deep breath and coughed as ordered. When she did so, we could all see her asshole winking at us, open and closing in time with her coughing. Her pussy also bulged open and shut in response. As a bonus, the coughing also made her hanging boobies bobble and swing.
Despite the circumstances, I felt myself getting hard. I looked over and saw Kumar and the guards, shifting around in their chairs, no doubt trying to hide their erections!
“Ok, Anne, keep in position, one last check and then we are done!”
With those words, Officer Johnson reached into his pocket and pulled out a small UV blacklight flashlight. He then turned it on and shined it on Anne’s exposed genitals.
Her pussy lit up like a Christmas tree!
“Ok, ma’am, we are done with your strip search. You can stand up, turn around, and face us. No need to keep in the secure position.” Officer Johnson ordered.
Anne stood up and turned around. She stood before us, with her hands over her breasts and pussy. It was kind of pointless as everyone in the room had already seen everything she had!
“Ma’am, you search is clear, except for some fluorescing substance around your genitals. One of the substances that it could be is semen. Tell me ma’am, have you had sex recently?”
My wife blushed deeply and replied, “Yes sir, I had sex with my husband before the left the hotel to go to the airport!”
“Ok Ma’am, then that is what it likely is.” Now just give me a minute to enter the results of your search in the computer.”
Officer Johnson then spent a couple of minutes entering information in the iPad.
“I am sorry ma’am. Our system is flagging the fluorescent substance as being high risk for contraband, and has recommended that you undergo a more thorough cavity search!”
Anne gasped!
“That is absolutely ridiculous. You are well aware that Customs agents are not authorized to perform cavity searches!” Kumar stood up and blurted out.
Director Yates responded. “You are right, sir. US Customs agents are not authorized to perform cavity searches. They must be performed by a licensed medical practitioner. That is why we have contracted with the hospital medical clinic to perform these searches for us. Because we do not have jurisdiction over the rest of the airport, you will be transported to and from the clinic by the airport police. Don’t worry, your safety is of utmost importance to us, so I will be accompanying you to make sure that everything is done legally and correctly. Kumar, you and her husband may accompany her as well.”
“Can I get dressed now then?” Anne asked, not wanting to be naked when the airport police arrived.
“No ma’am, all your belongings including your clothing must remain with us. Don’t worry though, we won’t have you walk naked through the airport. Here put on this gown,” Director Yates said and as went to the cabinet and retrieved a paper examination gown.
He had Anne put the gown on with the opening in the back, and then tied the thin plastic strap around her waist. He then handcuffed her hands in front of her.
The gown was not designed for modesty. Being thin paper, the outline of her breasts and nipples could clearly be seen. In addition, my wife Anne was tall having a height of 5’11’’. the gown was designed for much shorter people and only came down to the top of her thighs, barely covering her essentials. As the officers escorted by wife to the door, I saw that the gown was barely closed in the back. If she bent forward at all, it would open up, mooning however was behind her.
Dressed in this state, my wife, Kumar and I were escorted out of the secure area and into the main airport by the Customs desks to wait for the arrival of the airport police who would take us to the medical clinic for Anne’s cavity search.
Anne's Airport Adventure
Anne's Airport Adventure
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