Tight Security Chap 1

Disclaimer: Entirely Fictional story, names used solely for entertainment. (thanks Tracey)

20TH of 100 from Saga's prompt list (latex). In this story Orlando isn't an actor but just your 9 to 5 working average Joe. Well, maybe not so average as far as looks go!

Tracey checked her watch and grinned as she stood fourth in line waiting to go through security. Her flight didn't leave for another two and a half hours but knowing she'd probably be delayed, she showed up at the airport earlier than usual.

She wasn't a frequent flyer so a few months ago when the woman at the tattoo parlour, asked if she was planning on travelling in the near future Tracey thought the question had been a bit odd.

"Are you serious?", Tracey had exclaimed then laughed out loud when the woman explained that there was a slight chance her new acquisition would set off metal detectors.

"Cool!", she remembered responding, hopping onto the padded table but now she was starting to think that maybe it wasn't going to be so cool as she stepped through the

"Could you please step through again Miss?", a very attractive man, with the most beautiful chocolate coloured eyes she'd ever seen requested.

"Could you step over here please and hold your arms out.", the attractive man asked. Then walking behind her with a hand held metal detector, he swept it over and under her arms, down her back and then her legs. Nothing.

When he walked around to face her, Tracey looked down and read the name tag on his uniform. "What does the O. stand for?", she smiled.

"Well Orlando, before you swipe that thing over me again maybe I should let you in on my little secret."

"Secret?", he repeated, eager to hear anything this beautiful woman had to say as he also wondered whether to take the opportunity and ask for her name and number.

"B-bellybutton?", Orlando muttered then licked his dry lips when she simply shook her head no and cast her eyes downward. He also looked down but when their eyes finally met he stepped back to check out if what she said was true.

Following procedure, Orlando started with her arms again then her chest area but thinking that maybe she had only been teasing he hesitated for a second before holding the metal detector over where he figured her bellybutton was located.

When nothing happened he looked up into her mischievous eyes and slowly moved his hand lower.

Orlando looked around to see if any of the other security guards had noticed anything but they were all busy with the throng of would be travellers.

"I'm sure you're aware that I'll have to get one of the female guards to verify you're actually pierced, um........there."

"Hey if you need me to sign something stating my authorization, cooperation or whatever I'll do it but hurry up and make up your mind because......I have a plane to catch and by the way, my name is Tracey.", she added playfully.

"Come on.", he replied, grabbing her carry-on bag and then her hand. He couldn't believe his luck thinking that just a few minutes ago he was trying to gather the courage to ask for her name and number and now they were on their way to security's examination room to do who knew what since he'd never found himself in this position before but he knew for sure that one way or another he was going to find out what had set off those metal detectors.

"Are you allergic to latex?", he asked stopping suddenly causing Tracey to bump into him.

"Never mind.", he said, hurrying his steps.