I recently flew out of Detroit and either I got a rogue agent or TSA has enhanced their "pat-downs" again (they're really rub-downs, not pat-downs). I got bettter mileage than I usually get at clubs outside Detroit. The guy was actually stroking my dick through my pants. Too bad six-foot musclehead guys aren't my type. I requested a female agent but they said they couldn't accommodate me.
The very same thing happened to me in Portland years ago. The screener obviously played for the other team. When he started going down my pants I grabbed his hand and told him he wasn't my type but the blonde in the next line was. I explained she could strip search me if she wanted. Of course that didn't work but when I requested a supervisor he stopped and I was let through.
Has anyone ever seen a really hot tsa employee? I fly a lot and they are more rare than dream strippers. Maybe this is so guys won't insist upon a pat down.
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Almost always I am told I need patted down because of my necklace, watch or because my light running jacket has a good.
Although now I am more vigilant of making sure of the metal. I even offer to take off my belt most times but TSA usually lets me keep it on.
SJG