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[llinney777]

Celebrity Strip Search at the Met Gala
by Lars von Leer


Once a year, on the first Monday of May, New York City transforms into a glittering runway as the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute Gala, more popularly known as the Met Gala, unfolds. This invitation-only event transcends a simple fundraiser, becoming a night of extravagant fashion, celebrity sightings, and a celebration of the ever-evolving art form of fashion. The Gala boasts an exclusive guest list; A-list celebrities from the worlds of film, music, fashion, and business vie for an invitation. But this year an unlucky few would wish that had never even heard of the event. . .
It began as a huge night for the celebs - the Met Gala! There was an endless parade of stylishly dressed women on the red carpet. Talented, accomplished women who had earned their right to this rarified stratosphere through dint of hard work and creativity.
The hordes of onlookers and even jaded reporters covering the event were beguiled. As was rookie FBI special agent Matthew Eiffel, much to the chagrin of his more experienced partner, Lydia Frost. What was a plum assignment to most was an annoyance to Agent Frost who preferred tracking terrorists to guarding spoiled VIPs. But both agents were about to have their wildest dreams come true.
Halfway through the celebrations, their earpieces pinged.
''Frost here,'' acknowledged the statuesque agent with short iceblonde hair framing her beautiful but stony face.
''This is the head of the NSA. We have a major threat. Imminent.''
Agent Eiffel, listening on his earpiece, opened his mouth in shock.
Frost, without raising an eyebrow or her voice stated ''I'm on it. Where do we need to go?'' Assuming one of the many hotspots in NYC was in trouble.
''It is at the Gala. We are fortunate we have two agents already there, especially someone of you skills, Agent Frost.''
That almost drew an eyebrow but she merely responded, ''What's the situation?''
''We have excellent Intel that a female celebrity was hypnotized and a small nuclear weapon was placed. . . inside her.''
''Who is it?''
''That's the problem. Our info, though verified, is fragmentary. We don't know which female celebrity. We are having the place sealed. No one inside or out. We also don't know the time frame so speed is of the essence. Can you and agent Eiffel handle this?''
''Yes. What are the details on the device?''
The agents quickly learned that it was small, the size and shape of a duck's egg yet capable of leveling city blocks.
Agent Frost quickly took over Gala security having them keep everyone in place except female celebrities corralled into the Great Hall and surrounded by guards.
The Great Hall, the heart of the museum, often serves as the main venue. Imagine a vast space with soaring ceilings and gleaming marble floors reflecting the dazzling array of lights, transforming the space into a luminous catwalk
She took over a local camera crew to provide bright white lighting in the center of the Hall best suited for the upcoming searches. The bomb had a failsafe that if it were moved too far or into an enclosed space it would detonate.
She approached the herd of celebs. One, a fat comedic actress named Melissa McCarthy, (Agent Frost didn't watch movies or TV, but Eiffel not only knew each celeb but was a big fan of most, and provided their names and bios enthusiastically) had the temerity to make a biting joke at the terse agent's orders and so was chosen first.
''Ma'am this is a life or death situation. Come with us.''
After leading Melissa to the bright circle of light in the middle of the Hall, Frost ordered her to disrobe.
'What!?'
'Take your clothes off ma'am.'
Melissa recognized the coldblooded seriousness in Agent Frost's voice and demeanour. This wasn't a joke. She hadn't misheard. But she couldn't possibly undress here. She protested 'I couldn't possibly undress here. In front of all these people. . . and cameras.' She pointed at the Entertainment Tonight crew that was even now filming (and broadcasting) this argument.
Frost realized she could easily overpower and strip Melissa even without using her stun gun, but decided to use her not inconsiderable Authority and a little reasoning first, just this time. 'Ma'am you may have - without your knowledge - had a nuclear bomb inserted inside you. A bomb that would not only kill you and I but everyone within two city blocks or more. This is highly classified and I only tell you this to avoid forcibly stripping you.'
'Now take your clothes off.' The last syllable delivered with quiet force.
Melissa, frightened and cowed, started to remove her clothes. She paused as cameras started flashing, but Frost's steely glare forced her to continue. Finally she was down to her tastefully conservative underwear, expensively designed to shape and flatter her overweight body.
Melissa trembled.
Frost glared.
Melissa removed her bra one handedly managing to cover her breasts with her other arm. Still, the growing numbers of onlookers (both here and glued to screens) saw more of her than anyone but her husband (and he only saw her in the dark, so shy was she about her body when not acting).
Frosted pointed a long finger at Melissa's panties. Trembling even more, though she grew more and more distant from what was happening, the world becoming blur and white noise, she pushed down her panties with her free hand, careful to cover her crotch as she did so.
The crowd that had gasped as she started to remove her clothes (no one knew what was going on) and exploded when her bra fell, now fell into a shocked silence so quiet you could hear Melissa's panties hit the marble floor.
It was the ET crew that broke the silence.
John Mock commented, 'We are now witnessing a completely nude Melissa McCarthy.'
Lisa Salt continued, 'And what a sight it is. I must really compliment her wardrobe department, as fat as she was dressed, she is so much worse nude. No hiding this shapeless flabby body.'
'And,' John continued as they led their camera crew to circle behind her 'Her behind is even worse for being completely uncovered. I bet she wishes she had three arms right about now.'
'Yes, let's zoom in on that fat lopsided flabby behind. To not only be nude in front of us and our viewers, but to have such a terrible body to boot. And her shaking doesn't help either.'
'But, let's come back around Lisa as there are new developments up front.'
Indeed. Frost had ordered Melissa to move her hands and she complied first by lowering the arm protecting her breasts.
Lisa immediately noted 'Surprisingly small for such a fat woman. The one good thing about being obese are large breasts. . .usually.'
'But not in this case. Instead we have small floppy breasts like pancakes.'
With ungloved hands (better to feel anything foreign) Frost rubbed, squeezed and raised Melissa's humiliating breasts for the crowd of onlookers. Nothing.
She pointed at Melissa's other hand. Reluctantly the fat woman, blushing head to toe removed her last bit of modesty.
The crowd and world witnessed Melissa's well trimmed brown bush. With her legs closed it covered everything, but Frost ordered her legs apart and now her shaved pussy lips were clearly visible in the bright light.
Frost then kneeled, careful not to block the light (and incidentally any onlookers), and carefully examined Melissa's outer lips. Next, to renewed gasps from the crowd, she opened Melissa's pussy lips. At a gesture Eiffel directed a powerful penlight's beam deep into Melissa's folds. Frost first carefully examined the now open space between the inner and outer lips touching every inch. Satisfied, she then opened Melissa's inner lips.
'Oh my fucking god,' squealed Lisa (because this was breaking news and a national emergency, neither her cursing nor the nudity was censored by the networks) 'We are seeing Melissa McCarthy's pussy on live TV. That is Melissa McCarthy's urethra we are zooming in on.'
'Yes, Lisa, this is certainly a surprising evening. The FBI agent is now lifting Melissa's clitoral hood, and yes that is Melissa McCarthy's clitoris. It is quite petite, and very pink.'
Finding nothing, Frost opened Melissa's vagina, with Eiffel leaning in with the light, they and the cameras took a long deep look inside Melissa. Frost then inserted her long finger inside and probed for a good minute, but it seemed like hours for Melissa and the TV audience that was used to ten second nude scenes. Frost then used another finger from her other hand, probing thoroughly in the very tight hole.
Melissa was like a zombie at this point, lost to the world from shock. It was being turned around and feeling her buttocks pried apart that brought her back to the world. She suddenly realized herself completely nude in the a circle of light in the middle of the Met Gala. Drawn by the sounds of gasps, outrage, and yes laughter, she was able to see the wall of faces staring at her, her naked body, her belly, her breasts, her pussy - there were many people staring right at her most private place; she remembered them staring while that cold beautiful FBI agent opened and probed her. And now, when she glanced over her shoulder, there were people staring at her anus. And there were cameras too, so many cameras (already Melissa McCarthy pussy t-shirts were selling like hotcakes online). . .and Melissa drifted back into merciful shock.
Frost carefully, meticulously, checked Melissa's anus.
ET provided commentary, John opening with, 'Melissa has always been touted as down to earth, so I'm glad to see she's not followed the Hollywood trend of shaving and bleaching her anus. Instead we are looking at a healthy natural brown starfish with a modicum of hair.'
'I'd actually prefer seeing the bleached product,' countered Lisa. 'But I'll credit her with good hygiene. No clingons here.'
'Yes,what a night, Lisa, Melissa McCarthy's anus live and in color on national TV.'
'Yes, John, our broadcast has been picked up around the world as breaking news, and uncensored.'
Finally, the search was over. Nothing under Melissa McCarthy's breasts, in her pussy, or in her anus. She stumbled away to put on her clothes in the palatial restroom, but was swarmed by reporters and their questions:
'Miss McCarthy, how do you feel after your ordeal?'
'Was it more humiliating to be completely naked in front of everyone, because you were naked or because you have a bad body?'
'Miss McCarthy, the American public wants to know why your breasts look like flapjacks.'
'Ma'am, why were you stripped naked in the middle of the Met Gala, in front of all our cameras, and your privates exposed for a considerable amount of time in excruciating detail?'
What drew them away finally, was hearing the next celebrity called into the circle. . .
Jennifer Lawrence shouted at the FBI Agents in a performance worthy of her Oscar noms for American Hustle and Silver Linings Playbook, 'There is no way in hell, I'm getting naked for you. I won't be victimized again like those internet leaks of the personal private photos I took with my boyfriend.'
Frost recognized the strength in this brave stalwart woman. She asked HQ, 'Will the stun gun set off the bomb?'
She nodded at the answer and swiftly stunned JLaw. She spasmed and would have fallen, but Eiffel was ready to catch her. He set her on an elegant wrought iron bench, and Frost preceded to remove her clothes. First the beautiful Louis Vuitton sheath dress, beneath which were only adhesive bra cups and thong panties. Much to JLaw's chagrin, she was fully conscious, but the high-tech FBI stun gun left her unable to move her limbs, only moving her eyes back and forth from the ogling onlookers and numerous camera crews.
Frost removed the bra cups and thoroughly examined jlaw's full breasts, large and matching well her voluptuous frame, though they were beginning to sag with age. Satisfied that no bomb was present, Frost next slid off JLaw's thong while Eiffel helpfully lifted her bottom. JLaw's beautiful neat pussy was once again on display to the world, but this time live.
As John duly noted 'Well, despite her best efforts, Jennifer Lawrence's pussy is once more exposed to the world against her will.'
'John, let's have the cameras zoom in and see if we can do a better job than Nicolas Hoult of capturing her pussy for posterity.'
'Wow, Lisa, she really does have a beaut, a real Playboy pussy. And now the FBI agent is opening her up. This does indeed trump the infamous image of her pussy being spread open by two of Nicholas' fingers.'
'And because this is such a well-lit frontal view, we can for the first time clearly see her urethra and her cute little clitoris under her very neat inner lips.'
'And now the FBI agent is penetrating her with those long fingers of her. She really is good at her job.'
'Yes, not only do we have a clear picture of her vaginal width, but if you look at the depth of moisture on the agent's finger, we can now determine Jennifer Lawrence's exact pussy depth.'
'Apparently she did not find whatever she was looking for, because they are pulling her up even more forward on the bench and hooking her legs over the bench arms to keep her in place while the agent checks JLaw's anus.'
'And what a marvel it is, neat and lovely and bleached.'
While the cameras recorded, Frost rubbed her finger of the rim of JLaw's anus, carefully feeling for any abnormality. She happened to look up at the suspects face and as JLaw had recovered some facial control she gave an Oscar winning snarl at agent Frost. The agent coolly made eye contact, breaking it only to glance at JLaw's spread pussy and anus, before meeting those eyes again. This time JLaw rage melted into humiliation and despite her strong will she had to turn away just as Frost slid her finger into her anus.
Though JLaw proved clean of any bombs, her ordeal was not yet over. The FBI agents had no time to dress her, only move the bench out of the way. They at least closed her legs, but as she struggled on the bench, still mostly paralyzed, she inadvertently opened her legs even wider. Before her personal assistant finally (they'd been feuding and her slowness was passive aggressive revenge) got over to her, a dozen fans among the caterers and staff had taken grinning selfies with the glaring but spread eagle pussy exposed actress.
Frost rushed the next victim to the stage, Chloe Grace Moretz. A champion for young women, she never did nude scenes and criticized those who flaunted their nudity on social media.
She protested feebly, but after seeing what happened to JLaw, she hesitantly complied. Her mind raced and her pale face burned with shame even before her beautiful Christian Dior dress slid to the floor. She stood stock still in her beige strapless bra and matching bikini panties made to seem invisible beneath her dress. Soon they'd really be invisible.
Despite Frost's exhortations, Chloe was a deer in the headlights of all the eyes staring at her breasts and crotch. Though not fat, her thick hips and ass were highlighted in the bright light, in contrast to her small breasts. Her hands trembled.
Frost took things in her own hands, literally, unclipping and removing Chloe's bra. She went to cover herself but Frost brushed her hands away and Chloe did not resist.
Lisa commented 'Well, well, well, Chloe's very first nude scene! Her breasts are pretty small.'
'Yes, her body is nothing like your voluptuous figure Lisa, if you don't mind me saying.'
'Not at all John. Poor Chloe has almost a pear shape with her high wide hips and tiny top.'
'But still I'm sure America is enjoying this very explicit nude scene as yes, the FBI is sliding off Chloe's panties.'
With Chloe still non responsive and her small ski-slope breasts unable to hide anything from the agent's quick but thorough examination, Frost had to remove the frozen girl's panties. Chloe did shiver when she felt Agent Frost's hot breath on her shaved vulva.
'Lisa those yoga pants photos did not lie. Miss Moretz has quite a fat firm pussy with wide outer lips and a long slit.'
'But John if you look carefully she does have a tiny button just poking out at the very top of the slit.'
'And now on to Chloe's actual vagina as the agent has quickly checked the outer lips and is opening the inner.'
The FBI, onlookers, and the world witnessed every detail of Chloe's formerly well protected holy of holies. Her pink pearlescent vagina glowed for the spectators. Many took additional relish in glancing back and forth from her humiliated face back to her exposed privates. Though frozen with fear, the poor actress was fully aware of all the eyes, and cameras, devouring every detail of her small breasts, chubby butt, and now her spread open exposed pussy.
And then the coup de grace, Chloe's anus.
'Well John we had seen this hypocritical girl's anus in those infamous beach bikini slip photos of her that went viral, but this is certainly a longer clearer look at the shy girl's hideyhole.'
'Indeed Lisa, and in this case were are also witnessing full penetration of both the vagina and anus of Miss Chloe Grace Moretz.'
'How ironic that an actress that wouldn't even do pg-13 nude scenes is giving an nc-17 show for us tonight.'
Once released by Frost, Chloe proved deerlike again leaping with great speed to the restroom to get dressed, ignorant of Melissa McCarthy's fate there.
Instantly the young actress was mobbed by reporters and their questions:
'How does it feel to know that your spread open pussy will be on the internet forever?'
'Are you relieved that everyone will forget about your beach anus slip now?'
She froze in the face of these questions until she noticed all the reporters in front of her had moved their recording phones from her face to her waist and someone asked,
'Chloe what depilation method do you use on your incredibly smooth pussy?'
And Chloe looked down and realized in her panic that her dress was rucked up around her waist with her panties nowhere to be found. She curled up in ball revealing her anus to everyone again and was only saved by the huge roar of the crowd outside in response to the next victim.
Because of her incredible vigilance and strong desire to be a great role model for women and girls, Taylor Swift had never been naked in movie or leak. Though her outfits got sexier, she never crossed the line into sleaze. She was a woman in full control of her life, body and image.
Until Agent Frost got a hold of her, that is. The five eleven Swift stood eye to eye with the equally tall FBI agent and refused to strip, citing an army of lawyers at her beck and call and perhaps more dangerous, rabid Swifties. For the first time Frost felt trepidation. The consequences of her actions could be dire, but . . .she thought long and hard. . .the consequences of inaction would be even worse.
Having already used the stun gun on JLaw, Agent Frost would have to rely on her martial training to subdue Taylor Swift. She quickly attempted a hold but Swift had been secretly trained by the world's best martial artists due to the constant threats to kidnap Swift and chain her in a dungeon. Swift swiftly countered.
It was a battle for the ages, but in the end Frost's determination to save the city from nuclear attack overwhelmed Swift's almost equally strong desire to not be stripped naked in public.
With one arm holding Taylor horizontally immobile over her lap with a nerve pinch, agent Frost painstakingly stripped off Swift's glittering pants suit top. As the crowd waited in awed silence like worshippers at church, Frost whipped off Taylor's bra revealing for the first time actual Taylor Swift nudity, her breasts jiggling in the open air.
'Well John as excited as I am to finally see them, I am disappointed in Taylor Swift's nude breasts.'
'Yeah Lisa we all knew they were on the small side, but little did we know that she was from the banana school of breasts.'
'Long and droopy. I'll give her credit for being an example to young women by not getting breast implants even though she really needed them. Very brave'
As Frost held her firm and lifted her torso for a better view, further jangling her long nippled banana breasts, Taylor glared defiantly at the crowd willing them to look away. But the only time their eyes or cameras shifted from her dangling breasts was when they looked mockingly into her eyes. Taylor burned and blushed and her will was broken.
Frost stood Taylor up and removed Taylor's pants and panties. Taylor obediently stepped out of them to stand completely nude but covered her breasts and pussy with her hands.
'What a night Lisa. Here we have Taylor Swift completely nude in front of us in only a hand bra and panties. Let's circle around.'
'Nice ass. John I'm impressed. Everyone's noted Taylor's butt becoming rounder and more voluptuous from her early flat ass days, but many wondered if it was only spanx. But here she is completely nude with no support and her ass is round and firm.'
'Yes, I and America are loving it. She put a lot of hard work into that ass and it is impressive.'
Frost lifted Taylors downcast face and looked her in the eyes. 'Drop your hands to your sides and keep them there.'
Taylor complied. Revealed for the first time, not just a cameltoe or a nipslip, but a completely totally naked Taylor Swift, lit like an angel in the glorious circle of light. Her tall elegant body was slender but curvy and her breasts looked better standing with her arms pressed against her sides. All eyes scanned her body from head to toe but eventually rested on Taylor Swift's pussy. Her bush was golden blond but trimmed too short to hide anything. Her legs were slender, and in the thigh gap between them the most googled pussy in the world was revealed.
'Lisa, in early swimsuit photos you could really see she had a thick bush, but she has wisely trimmed it down.'
'Or maybe not so wisely, John, behind her light hair she is really packing a proverbial roast beef sandwich down there.'
'I beg to differ Lisa. It is indeed a roast beef sandwich but it shouldn't be hidden; the pink and rose curls are so beautiful and delicate, I wouldn't hesitate to put that whole sandwich in my mouth.'
'Well, John it appears you are right, internet opinion polls are breaking the internet with overwhelmingly positive results to devour Taylor's roast beef sandwich. Arby's restaurants are being overwhelmed as we speak.'
But the show was far from over. Frost kneeled before Swift like a supplicant, and even the coldblooded agent felt the reverent awe at the moment of parting Taylor's pussy lips. She first parted the outer lips and there was a lot to explore this time for Frost's long fingers. The agent painstakingly examined Taylor's folds. Revealed to the world were all the wonders of the coral reef that was Taylor Swift's labia minora.
But when Frost began parting those inner lips, Taylor came back to her senses and the lurid leering crowd, the flashing cameras, and circling news crews. 'No, ' she shouted and struck a resounding slap upon Frost's face. What followed was a wrestling match for the ages, the statuesque business suited FBI agent against the completely nude celebrity icon. All their martial training lost to rage and desperation, they instead resorted to pinching, hair pulling and even biting. Swift's athletic body battled through every position imaginable, her breasts, pussy, and ass exposed from every angle, but in the end Frost managed to hogtie Taylor Swift's arms and legs above her with zip ties, while her bare back now rested on the cold marble
With her legs forced back and up, Taylor now revealed another delight for her audience, her perfectly groomed anus. Waxed and neat, her tiny starfish was just a slight peach tint darker then her buttocks. Frost, ever wary of the passing time, took the opportunity to check the singer's anus, first carefully stroking the neat wrinkles of her rim, then sliding a finger in for a careful probe. Their was a hushed silence as the agent pushed her finger deep inside Taylor's backside and spiralled, seeking the bomb.
Finally, Frost knelt low and placed her freshly cleaned fingertips (Agent Eiffel was always ready with sanitizer between celebrity orifices) on Taylor's inner lips. 'No,' protested Swift one last time, but in a pleading, no longer defiant voice. 'No, I have a secret.'
But Frost immediately thought - the bomb?- and opened Taylor Swift's inner lips. Revealed to the world, Taylor's urethra proved normal amid the pink expanse of her spread apart pussy, as did her long thick proud clitoris. It was not until Frost parted Taylor's vagina itself that she discovered something.
Frost beckoned Eiffel to bring his light closer, 'Quickly, there's something here.'
The agents and onlookers were shocked to see something blocking Taylor's vagina. When Frost brought her strong finger to bear on the mysterious blockage- it was flesh colored and felt rubbery- Taylor cried out 'Ouch. You're hurting me!'
Frost, confused, had to ask, 'Ma'am this is a matter of national security. What are you hiding in there?'
Taylor blushed and said 'I'm a virgin.'
Lisa gasped 'Oh my fucking god John, its true.'
John turned to the camera, his and Lisa's shocked faces framing the hogtied Taylor Swift's vagina and hymen, and announced 'Yes, despite all her famous lovers and sexy pop songs, it looks like Taylor Swift is still a good Christian country gal and still a virgin.'
And as Frost held Taylor's pussy wide open for everyone to witness the miracle of her intact hymen, her earpiece pinged and HQ announced that the terrorist had been caught and all his elaborate plans had been seized and examined.
Frost, her glacial demeanor already broken by Taylor's secret, now shouted 'So who is it? Which celebrity is the bomb inside!?' She was ready to spring back into action.
But HQ responded, 'Well we now have all the information and though the threat and bomb were real, the plan was for next year's Gala. No one there has a bomb inside them.'
With that, Frost sighed, both relieved and chagrined, stood, and cut the zip ties. She helped the stunned naked singer to her feet, looked into her tearful eyes and tersely announced, 'Ms. Swift, the Federal Bureau of Investigation thanks you for your cooperation and formally apologizes. There was no bomb here tonight.'
'Except,' Lisa announced to their viewers 'for the bombshell of Taylor Swift's secret and the secrets of every single inch of four celebrities' bodies exposed in every detail outside and in, and recorded worldwide for all time.'
'Damn straight,' agreed John and they high fived.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I don't have much time or opportunity to write. So, please, if anyone wants to add some celebrity strip search accounts before HQ called off the bomb search, please do so! I'd love to read them.

[llinney777]

I'd like to submit this story. change the actresses' names if necessary. hope someone enjoys this.