Eva Vroom, 41 years old, Dutch national, reddish blond hair, blue eyes and 153 cm tall. The description signified, though the woman with the almost alabaster white skin looked younger than her age. She wore a conservative white blouse underneath a blue blazer and over a dove gray skirt.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Flash of Desire Tournament
- It competes against Under The Palms in the SF match
- Theme: odd one out
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Smugglers
The tip had arrived at the last moment. A major smuggler was going to leave with the 1 pm flight from O.R. Tambo International Airport to Amsterdam. The information had been, sparse, only that the smuggler would be flying first class and the flight, there was no information on the identity or details.
The task force was scrounged together in record time, and it was just noon, as the team had entered the first class lounge and the Inspector Miller announced to those present.
"Good day Ladies and Gentlemen. South African Revenue Service, we do have a few questions, and would appreciate your assistance."
Customs Officer Banele Mazibuko scanned the crowd, there were looks of confusion and consternation. To the young customs officer most of them appeared rather shady. They would have to break them up for interrogation and the time was ticking. 59 minutes before departure.
Banele studied the passport and compared the information with the woman opposite him.
Eva Vroom, 41 years old, Dutch national, reddish blond hair, blue eyes and 153 cm tall. The description signified, though the woman with the almost alabaster white skin looked younger than her age. She wore a conservative white blouse underneath a blue blazer and over a dove gray skirt.
"May I ask what this is all about, Officer ..." looking him straight into the eyes.
"Mazibuko, Ms Vroom."
"My that is a mouthful, and please it's Mrs."
"Are you traveling with your husband Mrs. Vroom?"
"Alas no, Paul, my husband passed away 2 years ago. A car accident."
"My sympathy, as for the reason for this interview we are looking for a smuggling ring."
"How exciting. What is it? Drugs?" her face showing consternation "If you are looking for my permission to open my luggage and crates, please go ahead. I don't like drugs. Never did, even in my youth never smoked any grass or anything. All my friends did of course, but it never appealed to me. I was always the odd one out."
She literally babbled so Banele had to interrupt her.
"We appreciate your cooperation Mrs. Vroom. You are speaking of crates. How many?"
She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded manifest.
"20 crates with printed t shirts, 10 with paintings of local artists and 3 with wood carvings. Here is the paper work on export permits and taxes."
He scanned the paperwork, finding all the right signatures and stamps.
"You are in import export?"
"There is a market for South African Art in Europe, I might not make as much of a margin as I could, but I like my good name kept intact in South Africa. So I pay the local artist rather well."
"Has there ever been any contraband mixed under your goods?"
She looked at him sternly.
"Officer Mazibuko, I detest smugglers, they make my business unnecessarily complicated. Like this little conversation, can we move this on as I have a plane to catch."
"Mrs. Vroom, would you please put your purse and jacket on the table for inspection?"
"Do I have an alternative?"
"I'm afraid not."
She stood up, put the purse on the table and began unbuttoning her blazer. As she took it off, her chest pressed against the fabric of her blouse showing off a rather attractive figure.
Banele quickly searched the purse and blazer finding nothing that would have been out of the ordinary.
He asked her for her shoes, and she handed them over but not without some fire in her eyes.
"What's it going to be next Officer, shall I continue taking of my clothes for you to inspect?"
He looked at her raising an eyebrow.
"You are clearly working yourself up to search my person. So what is it going to be a full strip search without the presence of a female officer? Groping a bit of white meat?"
Blood shot into Banele's head.
"I can have a female officer here in a minute." he stuttered.
Eva Vroom didn't say anything as she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lace trimmed, ivory colored demi bra. She dropped the blouse on the table.
Banele felt suddenly very hot.
She continued unzipping her skirt, revealing a matching pair of panties. though slightly conservatively cut. The skirt joined the other garments on the table.
"Shall I continue Officer, or would you like to check the contents of my underwear personally and up close?"
Banele got to his feet and his hand reached for her chest, stopping himself just inches away.
"Go on, check it. The clasp is in the back."
He found and opened it, allowing the heavy, milky white breasts to sag. The Contrast to his dark fingers on her light skin was pronounced. It didn't matter that Vroom was older than him, this felt so good.
She took his hand and pushed it between her legs. He felt the heat radiating from her sex.
"Go on, that is the place you wanted to check from the get go." She teased.
His hands had barely snuck past the elastic of her panties, brushing against her pubic hair. As the door burst open.
Inspector Miller stood in the door face contorted in anger
"Mazibuko! Unhand this woman!"
"Miss Vroom, I don't know how this could happen. Please get dressed, you are free to leave. Officer Mazibuko will face disciplinary action for this. On behalf of the SARS I would like to offer my sincere apology."
An hour later Eva Vroom stretched out in her seat of the first class cabin, the plane having left South African air space a while ago. This had been to close for comfort. Somebody in the organization must have tipped of the SARS. Luckily she had been interviewed by this inexperienced young man. The little cylinder traveling inside her sex, contained somewhere between 300 to 350 carat of raw diamonds, somewhere between $450,000 to $550,000 worth. Much more profitable than local African art.
the End
