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Welcome to " The Shrine" of written erotica
Seduction - Part One.....
Sandra stepped off the plane from Cairo and decided she would not declare the bottle of ancient love potion to the UK customs. It was probably made from some sort of aphrodisiac, but surely nothing that would get her into too much trouble...!
She collected her thoughts and made her way confidently thro' the green "Nothing To Declare" walkway trying to look as innocent as possible. She was within a few yards of the exit when she was tapped on the shoulder by a customs man who directed her to one of the tables.
"Would you mind opening the suitcase for me please madam, and empty the contents of your handbag onto this tray".
Sandra unlocked the suitcase and emptied the few things in her handbag out, hoping that he didn't look in the spare purse she had packed in amongst her underclothes.
"Has your suitcase been with you since you packed it, and nobody else has had access to it?" He said.
Keeping her voice as even as possible she replied that it had been with her the whole time.
She looked at him and noticed for the first time that he was quite a handsome man in his late thirties to early forties. He was about 6' tall and had obviously worked out when he was younger due to his broad shoulders muscular arms. His lapel badge said his name was Simon, so to distract him from search a little, she decided to strike up a conversation...
"Why does it always rain in the UK when you've just come back from a hot country?" she said.
"I think it's just to bring you back to reality" Simon smiled, "and to remind you that.... Wait a minute, is this yours?"
Simon pulled out a little ornate bottle no larger than a bottle of perfume, and showed it to her.
"Why y-yes" Sandra stammered "I bought it as a keepsake from one of the markets, some sort of old perfume" she said half smiling.
"I don't think so," Simon said. "If this is what I think it is, you are in big, big trouble". Without another word he picked up her case, told her to put the things back in her handbag, and she was to follow him into the room behind the counter.
Once inside, Sandra told to stand against the wall and wait until he could verify the contents of the bottle. She watched as he carefully broke the seal and pulled out the cork. He sniffed the cork and then the neck of the bottle, a wry grin came across his face and he tipped a single drop onto his tongue.
"Oh yes, this is the real thing okay. Do you know what this is?"
"I told you, some sort of perfume" Sandraa was now getting nervous.
"Good try babe, but this perfume is going to get you at least a thousand pound fine, and maybe even 6 months in prison. This is what we call 'Nectar', it's so full of drugs you get happy and horny within 5 mins of taking a teaspoon full".
PRISON...! THOUSAND POUND FINE...! If this were to happen, she was sure she would lose not only her new job, but also her house and her new MG sports car that was on finance.
"Okay" she said, "I'll come clean with you. I knew it was supposed to be some sort of love potion, but it can't be that bad surely. Why don't you just confiscate it from me and just let me go?"
"Sorry Miss, but by rights I should at least call a female officer to have you searched to make sure that you don't have anything else hidden on you. If I do that, I have to give a reason for it and then the contraband will have to be shown".
"Is there no other way?" Sandra pleaded.
"Well, perhaps one way, and only one way" and yet again Simon had a grin on his face. "You'll still have to be searched, but of course if I were to do it we could keep this whole matter quiet?"
Sanfra bit her lower lip and thought for a few seconds. [It can't be that bad] she said to herself, [A quick body search, perhaps even a quick feel of my ass, but nothing too bad could happen in here]...
"Okay" she said "If you promise to be a gentleman and keep this quiet, then go ahead".
Simon turned towards the door and pushed the bolt over. "Don't want you to get embarrassed by anybody walking in, do we?" he smirked. "Oh by the way, turn around and face the wall, both hands gripping the rail above your head, and feet about 2' apart" he ordered.
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