Tales of the eKids:.. Ch. 05

Part 19

Three teenaged girls were laughing and kidding as they edged forward in the boarding line. Rich girls such as them rode first class, so they were among the first group to board the plane bound for Cancun.

They stepped to the last stage of security before boarding. The security guard seemed to be double checking a pre-printed list against the boarding list. Two of the girls were subjected to a perfunctory check. Then the guard eyed the third girl.

"Would you step over here, Miss?"

Joan Ashley was surprised, but she had been raised to obey authority. Without objection she stepped behind the line. She looked back at her friends, shrugging her shoulders.

The guard said, "Will you please follow me, Miss?"

She said, "Will this take long, officer? We're taking off in twenty minutes."

She followed the officer into a small room where she was asked to take a seat. Before she realized it, she was in handcuffs.

"What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. You are identified as a possible terrorist by the Department of Homeland Security. I'm not allowed to speak to you any further. I'll be outside guarding the entrance until the federal officers get here."

"But, but..." The girl was sputtering in her disbelief. What was to happen to her Spring Break in Cancun? She came to party! What is her father going to do to her?

A few minutes later the door opened again. In stepped a tall young man with a badge sticking out of the pocket of his sports coat.

"Hello, Miss. I'm Officer Dan Johnson. Do you know why you have been detained?"

"I don't know! The other officer said I was a suspected terrorist. How he got that idea I just don't know. I'm on Spring Break. I'm going to Cancun with my girlfriends." Joanie saw that the new officer was quite tall and quite handsome. Her heart rate accelerated, not because of the detention but because of her captor. Joanie's primary goal in going to Cancun was to lose her virginity. Unfortunately, she bore a remarkable resemblance to her father, so she was afraid that her chances were negligible.

Then Joanie heard the words that she hoped to hear when she got to Mexico. "Miss, Please take off your clothes."

Joanie looked up to see the Officer Johnson slipping on a pair of latex gloves. Her heart skipped a beat. Where did he plan to put his hands?

"Uh, Officer, isn't a woman supposed to be strip searched by another woman?"

"Yes, ordinarily you are correct. But since you are a suspected terrorist, time is of the essence. We can't get a female officer here for at least an hour. Please begin to strip."

Secretly, Joanie thought, "all right!" She wondered if she could evoke a response from this hunky officer. She was wearing clothing fit for Mexico, so she was dressed lightly. She demurely slipped off her sandals, then began to unbutton her blouse. She locked eyes with Officer Dan as her fingers went lower and lower. She pulled her arms out of the blouse and dropped it to the floor. She was now wearing only a bra plus her shorts and panties.

Although her face was less than beautiful (she had to admit), her body was at least respectable, even sexy. Her fingers went to the clasp on her shorts, and she dropped them to her ankles, then stepped out of them.

Now standing in only bra and panties, Joanie felt a certain dampness in her crotch. Her gaze traveled down Officer Dan's body to his midsection. Did she detect a response? Joanie reached around and unclasped her bra, holding the front by the cups, then slowly, very slowly, dropping them. Her round breasts stood proudly on her chest; her pink nipples pointed in the officer's direction.

Finally she turned around, and bent over to remove her panties. Officer Dan would be the first man to see her ass since her father changed her diaper, if he ever did. She personally thought her ass was pretty nice. She hoped he thought so too.

She looked over her shoulder at the Officer. Now she was sure that he was reacting to her nakedness. He seemed to be breathing rather rapidly. And his trousers were much fuller than they had been a few minutes before. Joanie felt more aroused than she ever had in her life – probably because she had never before been aroused in the presence of another human being.

Joanie turned to face the officer. Her arms were held at her side. She refused to cover up any of her nudity. "Now what should I do, Officer Dan?"

"Uh, what's your name again, Miss?"

"Joanie. Joanie Ashley."

"Well, uh, Joanie, I'm afraid I need you to bend over. Place your hands on the table. If you wish you can rest your head on your hands."

"Yes, Officer Dan." Joanie felt so sexy. Her voice dripped sensuality. Officer Dan couldn't help but notice.

Joanie bent over the table, and looked back at her captor. She saw him apply some lubricant to the fingers of his gloves. It occurred to her that no lubricant was necessary.

Officer Dan gripped Joanie's ass with one hand while his other cupped her mound. She gasped as she felt the tip of one finger run along her vaginal lips. It worked its way to her erect little nub and inadvertently massaged it in its passing. Joanie's eyes closed and her mouth opened. She threw her head back and a moan escaped her lips. Inadvertently she felt herself grind against Officer Dan's hand.

Again she looked back at Officer Dan. He had a patina of sweat on his face. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Do it. Do it, Officer Dan."

His finger slid between her lips. He slowly began exploring her channel, looking for contraband, no doubt. Too damn slowly for Joanie's liking. She slammed herself onto Officer Dan's finger and buried him deeply in her pussy. The action was so quick that she barely felt the tearing of her hymen. Her pussy began to violently contract around Officer Dan's finger as Joanie rotated her hips, relishing the feeling of first intrusion. Her hips were humping his hand. She felt a thumb intrude on her anal opening and she screamed in her lust. Like a firecracker, her first orgasm exploded within her. Her demanding hips continued to rotate on Officer Dan's hand as the long awaited moment prolonged itself beyond all reason.

Joanie finally came to her senses and looked back at Officer Dan. His mouth was open as he saw a small amount of blood appear on his glove, dripping from Joanie's vagina.

Officer Dan was barely able to mumble, "You're a virgin?"

Joanie looked him squarely in the eye. "Only if you insist."

A few hours later the Attorney General of the United States was still at his desk, still trying to plan for the execution of another nutty directive from the Vice President. 'I could be a partner in the second biggest law firm in Baltimore', he thought. 'Instead I'm working my ass off for nothing. Fifty years from now historians are going to look back at this and think I'm a fucking fascist or just a fucking idiot. I'm not sure which is worse.'

His phone rang. He looked at it with distaste. Only the really important calls made it through to him. He didn't need another important call. Reluctantly he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Daddy?"

"Joanie? Is that you? How is Mexico?"

"Daddy, I'm not in Mexico. I'm still in D.C. Daddy, I was arrested."

"Arrested! Young lady, what the hell did you do now? I told you last night not to get into trouble. But no. You couldn't wait twenty-four hours until you screwed up. Well let me tell you, young lady, this is the last time you're going to Cancun."

"But Daddy, I didn't do anything. They arrested me as a suspected terrorist."

"A terrorist? You're the daughter of the God Damn Attorney General of the God Damn United States of Fucking America! What idiot thought you were a terrorist?"

"I guess the Secretary of Homeland Security. I was listed as a suspected terrorist and airport security arrested me. But don't worry. I've got it all sorted out."

"Well where are you now? Are you going to catch a flight to Cancun?"

"Uh, actually no, Daddy. I've decided to stay in Washington."

"Well that's probably a good idea. I'll see you when I get home then."

"Uh, actually no, Daddy. I won't be home."

"You won't be home! Where the hell will you be?"

"Daddy, I've found a nice guy who helped me out of this mess. The least I can do is to thank him properly. See you in a few days, Daddy. Bye."

The phone clicked off. The Attorney General looked at it like it was an alien creature. He slammed the phone back on its hook. He thought, 'My daughter, my Joanie is out there somewhere. She's out there getting laid. My Joanie is getting laid!' He considered the matter for a moment. 'Christ, I never thought I'd see the day. The poor sucker must be blind.'

Part 19

Elle and Eamon were sitting in the den with Eamon's mother watching the news. Elle wanted to learn what actions, if any, were being taken by various world governments. Not much, if the media were to be believed. In Elle's family everything the media said or claimed was taken with a serious grain of salt. Still, they sometimes got the story right.

The BBC anchor had finished another boring interlude about the strength of the Euro versus the dollar. Then she looked at the camera with a slight smile on her face.

"A bizarre event occurred at the Ronald Reagan National Airport in Washington today, as the daughter of the Attorney General of the United States was held on suspicion of being a terrorist. Eighteen year old Miss Joan Ashley, apparently on her way to Cancun, Mexico to celebrate Spring Break, was arrested and detained for most of the day until her true identity was established.

"No comment was forthcoming from the Attorney General, but curiously his daughter was heard to say that this has been her best vacation ever.

"It has yet to be explained how the name of the daughter of one of America's highest government officials could be added to Homeland Security's most wanted terrorists list."

Elle collapsed on the couch in laughter. She couldn't help herself. Tears had begun streaming down her face before she could gain a semblance of control. Just as she thought she was done, another round of laughter would erupt and again Elle would be helpless.

Eamon's mother looked at her with one eyebrow raised. Eamon himself was more than a little confused by Elle's reaction. Yes, the story was amusing, but this amusing?

Finally taking huge gasps of air, Elle regained her composure. "Sorry. I guess that's about the funniest thing she's ever done. Well, maybe not the funniest. But it's pretty darn funny."

Eamon said, "You know this Ashley chick? What did she do that was so funny?"

Elle shook her head. "Not Joan Ashley. Emmy! This has Emmy's fingerprints all over it." She broke out in laughter again as the shear audacity of it hit her again.

Recognition appeared in Eamon's eyes. Eamon's mother looked slightly shocked. But then she said, "Is this one of those special talents you were talking about?"

Eamon said, "I don't know. I don't know what she did, let alone how she did it, or even if she did it."

Elle finally had returned to earth. "Oh, she did it all right, but no 'special talents' were involved. Mrs. Turner, please. You have to swear you'll never tell anyone about this. We are hanging on by our fingernails already. This can't come out."

Mrs. Turner said, "What can't come out? What exactly did your sister do?"

"She hacked into the Department of Homeland Security's computers and added a name to the most wanted terrorist list. I suspect she probably added quite a few names, all of them children of high government officials."

Mrs. Turner looked confused. "But, computers are foolproof. Hacking was completely eliminated years and years ago. Ever since they replaced what was it called, Windows? Yes, Windows. Ever since it was replaced, computers have been impervious to hackers."

Elle turned a bland eye on Mrs. Turner. "Of course, you are right. Now who was it that developed that hack-proof operating system? Oh, yes. My sisters."

Mrs. Davan Turner put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Elle smugly smiled. "Ain't we stinkers?"