Strip-Searched and Satisfied (Mile High Futa Club 1)

By Ashe Valenti

When airport security officer Tanya notices something strange about Aubrey’s body on the x-ray scan, she investigates deeper. What could a tall, sexy woman like her be smuggling in her underwear?

As it turns out, Aubrey isn’t hiding anything dangerous or illegal - just something big, meaty, and very, very naughty. And Aubrey is NOT happy that Tanya has singled her out to be strip-searched.

What starts out as typical, boring day quickly spins into the wildest sex-filled day of Tanya’s life. Aubrey is the most dominating person Tanya has ever met, and she soon falls into deep submission to her. But one day of submission isn’t enough for Aubrey. She wants payback for Tanya making her strip down. And she’ll get it any way she can.

STRIP-SEARCHED AND SATISFIED (MILE HIGH FUTA CLUB 1) is over 16,000 words of sky-high fun between a sexy futa and a young, submissive TSA officer!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashe Valenti
• Release date: Dec 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463982105

Ashe Valenti

I’m Ashe, and I write the sexiest romantic erotica you’ve ever read! ?I fell in love with the futanari idea in high school, and ever since then futanari have been my passion. It’s like lesbian erotica, but with that very special something extra. There is nothing I love more than creating lovable and exciting characters - futanari & female - and seeing what fun they get up to together!You can find even more of my books at http://www.futanarierotica.com.

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Strip-Searched and Satisfied

Mile High Futa Club 1

Cover art by Ashe Valenti

Copyright © 2020 Ashe Valenti

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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The picture on the screen made no sense.

Tanya stared in confusion at the body scanner, which was supposed to reveal if illegal or dangerous objects were hidden under a person’s clothes. She had just finished the training and she was already confused by what she saw.

The woman in the scanner stood with her arms over her head and her legs spread apart, just as she had been instructed. On the screen, Tanya saw the glowing green curve of the woman’s wide hips and the roundness of her breasts. Everything seemed normal; she saw no sharp black silhouettes shaped like knives or firearms.

Still, there was something weird about the image. As soon as the woman had entered the scanner, something about her body had caught Tanya’s attention. There was something big and round at the woman’s crotch - it looked like a big, stuffed pouch.

And then it hit her.

Drugs.

The woman in the scanner was not what Tanya expected from a drug smuggler. She was the very picture of success, from her perfectly styled and voluminous red hair to her sharply cut lady’s business suit. Then again, the training video had said anybody could be a drug smuggler. Man or woman. Young or old. Rich or poor.

The young TSA officer looked over her shoulder for her supervisor. Chantelle was in the middle of a heated discussion with a Taiwanese couple, who were snapping at her in a mix of Mandarin and English and pointing aggressively at their own luggage. Chantelle’s hands were raised defensively in front of her. Y’all better calm down or else neither o’ you are getting on that plane, she said in her thick southern accent.

Tanya was on her own. She turned back to the screen and saw that the woman no longer held her hands up in the air. Instead, she stood with her arms crossed over her ample chest and one hip jutting out. Though she was little more than a greenish silhouette on the screen, Tanya could tell from her stance that she wasn’t happy.

She felt a stab of guilt, but Tanya reminded herself that she was dealing with a smuggler. This woman didn’t deserve her sympathy. Tanya stepped off her stool with the woman’s passport in her hand. She approached the other side of the scanner. Ma’am, step this way please, she instructed in her practiced, professional voice.

The woman glared at Tanya with piercing green eyes. When she approached her, the TSA officer swallowed nervously. Standing a whole head taller, this woman looked down at Tanya like a bug she could squish under her long, black heel.

Maintaining her composure, Tanya said, We have identified an anomaly on your body, Miss uh... She glanced at the passport. Miss Aubrey Madison.

We? the passenger asked in a biting British accent. "Are you the Queen now? There is no ‘we’. You have decided to single me out."

Tanya ignored her. Please stand in a starfish position so I can perform a routine pat-down, Tanya instructed.

A starfish position?

Tanya demonstrated by spreading her legs apart and holding her arms out to her sides. Like this.

The woman named Aubrey Maddison looked around her, clearly embarrassed to be singled out like this. She glared at Tanya for just long enough to make the young woman uncomfortable, then proceeded to do as asked.

Tanya took a breath. She passed her gloved hands over the woman’s arms, along her waist, down the curve of her hips, then up and down the outside of her pant legs. It felt like a crime touching that expensive fabric with her powdered latex gloves.

And then she touched it. It was undeniable proof of Aubrey packing serious contraband. Right in the crotch of the black, well-cut pants, Tanya touched a bulging, heavy object. She squeezed it, and the woman tensed. Whatever it was, it was very full.

Aubrey cleared her throat as Tanya squeezed it a few more times. Are you quite done? she asked, her voice breaking a little. Tanya looked up to see her blushing. She’s nervous! She knows I’ve caught her! The young TSA officer’s fear was replaced with elation. She could only imagine what a score this would be.

She stood up, removed her gloves, and recited the script. We have reason to believe you are hiding narcotics on your body. I will now escort you to a private room to conduct a thorough strip search. Should you refuse to comply, you will be detained by airport police who will complete the search.

The woman breathed out through her nose. She held