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7th Heaven – The Pleasures of Airport Security Part 1
Author’s note: I started writing this last night after getting hit with some inspiration. I never saw this episode, and barely ever saw the show, but I hope I got the preachy tone down right.
FF, blackmail, F/dog
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Ruthie sighed in frustration. On top of having to arrive at the airport two hours before their flight, they had to take off their shoes while a bomb sniffing dog checked them while in line to have their baggage checked. While airport personal saw it to be efficient to do two things at once, the inevitable bump in the road slowed the process considerably. On top of several elderly people who had trouble bending down to just untie their laces, several other people protested the search on grounds of racial profiling.
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“Damn it.” , she muttered under her breath, “Why can’t they just search the ones with towels on their heads and leave the rest of us alone?”
“Ruthie!” , her mother exclaimed in a hushed voice, “What is the matter with you? You can’t say things like that.”
“What’s wrong, Annie?” , asked Eric, just getting back in line from a washroom break.
“Your daughter here is saying inappropriate things; racist things that could get her and us in a lot of trouble at the airport.”
“Ruthie,” he said, reassuringly putting an arm around her shoulder, “I know all these procedures are long and boring, but they’re in place for our safety. We have to do our part and obey them. It makes it easier on airport security, who are just doing their jobs.”
“Still, it’s not like I, or anyone who looks like me, flew a plane into a building.” , Ruthie replied.
Eric looked around, seeing some stares from people that made him feel uncomfortable. Giving his wife a knowing glance, he led his daughter out of line to a pair of empty seats.
“How about we have a seat?” , he suggested, “It’ll give us a break from standing in line.”
It wasn’t long before Annie waved them over to have their shoes checked. Once in line they had the dog pass its nose over their footwear. Behind it was another dog, sniffing passengers as well as their baggage.
“What’s that dog for?” , wondered Ruthie.
“He’s a drug sniffing dog.” , the security guard explained. “Since the line’s so long, we thought we’d check people here instead of doing it twice when they’re past the gates.”
“Ohhh, we have to do this again?” , Ruthie groaned.
The dog the guard was handling barked when it got to one of the Camden’s bags. The drug sniffing dog came up shortly and also barked at the same bag.
“Whose bag is this?” , the guard asked.
“That’s Ruthie’s bag.” , Annie said; a look of confusion on her face.
“Is there a problem?” , Eric intervened.
“Yes. Your daughter and her bag have to come with us.” , the guard replied, his stern countenance preempting any further discussion.
A short while later, Ruthie sat in a detention room, her bag lay on the table in front of her, still unopened. They had scanned it with an electronic bomb detector, and sent it through the X-ray machine. Both had turned up negative on a bomb or bomb-making materials. But the X-ray did reveal a suspicious object, lending credence to the drug sniffing dog.
The guard from earlier sat across from her. He had already gone through the requisite list of questions about leaving her bag unattended and they were now waiting for “a female personal with proper clearance” to search her bag. He had made quite clear that he did not want a sexual harassment suit on his record just because he went through a girl’s underwear. Finally, the door opened and Roxanne Richardson came in, relieving the guard of his duty. Ruthie was surprised that local police enforcement got involved in airport security matters.
“Roxanne? What are you doing here?” , she asked.
“Fulfilling your luck quota of the day.” , she replied. “I just happened to be volunteering here on my off day. It’s the reality of a post 9-11 world and I wanted to do my part.”
“Oh.” , was all Ruthie said, inwardly grateful that a family friend would be going through her things instead of some airport thug with a baton.
“They told me the dog detected what could be drugs or drug paraphernalia in your bag, so lets get started.” With that, Officer Richardson unzipped her bag and began to empty its contents, neatly laying them out on the table. First were her shirts and jeans, followed by her underwear. Each article was laid out according to category and checked for any hidden pockets. The extra small compartments of her bag were then emptied. The assorted packs of gum, makeup, MP3 player, books and pens were taken out.
“Is that all this bag can hold?” , Roxanne asked.
Ruthie glanced at her bag, looking embarrassed.
“Ruthie, if there’s a hidden compartment on this bag you have to tell me. Otherwise if it triggers another security check they’ll cut it apart.” , Roxanne warned.
Ruthie reached into the main compartment and unzipped a cleverly hidden compartment, revealing a vibrator and a rather large, pink dildo. 
Roxanne’s eyes widened at the brazenness of the girl; both for risking security find about her personal pleasure and for being able to take such a large shaft up her pussy. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take them out and activate them to ensure that they are not a danger to anyone on board the plane.” , she said.
Ruthie’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped in shock. “You can’t be serious.” , she practically shouted at the policewoman. “You know what those are for.”
“It’s procedure.” , Roxanne replied calmly, giving no room for argument.
The teenager shot her a withering glare and proceeded to take her toys out of her bag. “This is rubber.” , she said, waving the dildo in Roxanne’s face. “There’s nothing in it.” Then she turned the vibrator on and put it on the table, letting it buzz around on the surface. “Satisfied?” , she asked pointedly.
Roxanne was about to tell her to pack up her things when she noticed something else in the compartment. “What’s this?” , she asked, reaching in.
Ruthie’s eyes widened in panic. “No! Wait!” , she screamed, trying to prevent Roxanne from reaching in and trying to get it herself.
Roxanne pulled the bag towards herself and out of Ruthie’s reach. She reached in and pulled out a small photo album that had a metal frame on the cover. Inside its plastic sheath was a picture of Ruthie with her dog Happy. The two were sitting on her bed. Ruthie was sitting cross legged with the dog in her lap, smiling for the camera. It was strange that she wanted so badly for her not to see it. Thinking perhaps that it was actually a façade and that the inside was actually a hollow compartment, she launched into one of the standard acts she used in situations like this.
“Awww, that’s so cute.” , she cooed. “Was this taken a year or two ago? I haven’t seen Happy in ages.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, expecting to find the hollowed out section.
Ruthie looked embarrassed, shocked, and defeated all at the same time. Seeing her face, Roxanne actually began looking at the pictures. What she saw shocked her. The entire album was filled with pictures of Ruthie and Happy in various poses. In some she was sucking his penis. In others she was being taken from behind with a look of pure bliss on her face.