Bombshell at Terminal One
I tapped a perfectly manicured nail impatiently on the glass screen. The domestic terminal in Perth Airport was abuzz with many hundreds of FiFo workers destined for remote mine sites all across our great state . I was running a tad late, and my patience was wearing thin with the security officer at the x-ray machine sporting a large TRAINEE badge..
what on earth was he finding so interesting about my carry-on luggage?
I flicked my long blonde hair over my shoulder and suggestively bit down on my overly plump bottom lip. the officer was looking from the x-ray, to me, to the x-ray, to me.
Pushing down mild embarassment, I tousled my platinum blonde flowing locks and reminded myself I'm pornstar. Daddy likes to do bad things to me on overnight Fly Me To You bookings. I focused my powers of seduction on the trainee and began purring suggestively under my breath . .... hurry up will you sir ... I've got a flight to catch!
But the Trainee sat and stared at his screen. A predominantly male crowd was quickly forming as the traffic banked up around the x-ray machine Seemingly immune to my charms, and also deaf to my pleas to hurry, the Trainee pulled my pink carry-on bag to one side and stared at it suspiciously.
it was extremely full.
let's use the word bulging.
The Trainee tugged cautiously on the zip, to no avail. He then peered very closely at the zip mechanism, then yanked harder at it. I could see the shape of what was applying pressure on the zip from the inside of the bag. The highly pliable double ended dildo I'd shoved in last second was bent back on itself, to fit into the small carryon.
i advised him to stand back a little from the bag when he opened it, but my advice seemed to deepen his suspicions. He ignored me and radioed for reinforcements.
Turning his attention back to my bag he again peered closely at the mechanism, before yanking ferociously on the zip.
The zip gave.
And one half of the double ended dildo popped out under pressure, smacking him squarely in the mouth.
The crowd of men watching struggled desperately to keep their composure. The Rio Tinto worker standing nearest to me sipping his coffee guffawed, spraying a hot macchiato mist over us all. But it's WA. No-one gets covid.
The trainee is oblivious to the caffeine rain. His pupils are fully dilated, a plastic dicks against his mouth, and he's elbows deep in my pink pouch, beginning to panic.
I groaned inwardly. what was the problem now? Scrabbling desperately for his radio, the cord was somewhat tangled around the double ender, I heard him yelling "dense matter, dense matter.." then it all became a blur ..
A blur of my long Bambi-esque limbs, clad in skinny black jeans flailing, and my 28inch platinum blonde haiR extensions flying, as I was taken to the ground by his reinforcements.
It was rough play.
dirty, sudden and unexpected .
in other circumstances I dare say I would have been aroused.
i learnt many things that fine morning at terminal one. I learnt my extra large bluetooth speaker bears some resemblance to a bomb.. and will attract the attention of any astute security officer upon being x-rayed.
I also learnt that you cannot bring rope, handcuffs and bondage tape with you in your carry-on luggage. I was told common sense are foresight are things that i can bring with me next time. I must endeavour to find some .
I must pay my thanks to the very supportive crowd of men who was kept waiting as my bag was thoroughly searched on the conveyor belt. As the largest of the dildos was pulled free from the tangled stockings and placed upright, the BHP crew cheered and applauded. With the phallus pointing so majestically towards the heavens, there was no hiding my love of big dick.. and at the height of ones indiscretion, it's nice to feel appreaciated .
Tomorrow i fly again. I will be checking my luggage in .
Adella Allure
