The
security looked at each other for a second and then decided to just
carry on as though nothing had happened. When in doubt, follow
Standard Operating Procedure. You don't get shit from the boss that
way. The uptight guy from the front seat had picked up a metal
detector want and came toward me. “I need to just check you and the
lady over before I can allow you in.”
Okay,
now I knew they had no fucking idea what was going on here. Mistress
was not your ordinary escort on a date, and I was not your average
knuckle dragger driving a call girl. As for a metal detector, the
contents of the flight case that was in the car boot would not just
set it off, it would probably make it explode. And if a security
guard opened it to take a look he would probably die of shock. I knew
there were the usual ropes, handcuffs, masks, riding crops and canes.
And some vicious looking dildos, an assortment of strap-ons and a
variety of nipple clamps. But there were also some razor sharp things
for blood play (again, Google it like I had to) and a pair of brass
knuckles.
The
security guard kept a good look on me as he brought the metal
detector toward the car.
“Let
me save you the trouble.” I suggested. “Sig Sauer P226 on my
right hip. Two spare mags on the left. Ruger LCR .22 on the inside of
my left ankle. Benchmade 940 Osborne in my right trouser pocket. 16”
Asp in the small of my back.” His eyes were now the size of
saucers. My nest comment turned them into the more usual slits that
accompany a glare. “And I am not handing any of it over, so you can
put that down.”
“If
you do not hand it over you cannot come in, though the lady can after
I have wanded her”
“I
am not sure she would like to be wanded by you. She is a little
choosy. And if I do not go in, she does not. So if you would just ask
your colleague to take us back to John Wayne the plane is probably
not even in the hangar yet.”
This
was not going how he expected. I knew what was coming next. This crew
were too professional to get verbal or physical without a real
reason. So the supervisor would be coming.
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