Wednesday 22nd July 2003-15:03
Gina sat in the interview room at Airport Security. She was certain that her career in the airlines was over, her uniform was creased and damp with perspiration. How dare she bring the operations of a major airport to a standstill, on her female intuition!
"What were you thinking? " Gina whispered to herself. Her skin shivered with a sheen of cold perspiration and her stomach felt tight. She felt acutely aware of how alone she was." No, she reminded herself, "I was right to do what I did."
Her head hurt and her brow was furrowed. Doubt crept back into her mind "Who the fuck did she think she was?" Her voice felt thin on her lips, "stopping an entire flight, on nothing more than her intuition, her female intuition."
Gina swallowed the last of the water and set the bottle on the white laminate desk. The room was featureless, and she looked at the door, willing for all this to be over.
Why had she given in to her instinct? Who was she, a mid-level supervisor demanding that the captain of a flight not take off? Only her immediate superior, Rob Wallis, had supported her. She had gone to him, as a last resort and he contacted the tower. Her head was now pounding and she back ached from the cheap chair.
The shit hit the fan.
Wednesday 22nd July 2003-7:46
The morning had been, like any other. Gina rose from her bed and padded off to the bathroom. She sat gingerly on the toilet and thought about the day ahead.
"Oh, Christ!" Gina had now realised that she would be on duty in only a few hours. She rebuked herself for going out for 'one' drink last night, which had turned into too many. She stood, wiped, and flushed the toilet and regarded herself in the mirror. Her elfin features suffered only a little from her drinks binge, the night before. Her blonde, low-lighted hair hung loose and was in some disarray but her eye green was bright. She stripped off her vest top and panties and set the shower to hot and looked again at her reflection. Her slender physique was taut and her skin smooth and white. Her 32b breasts were perky and firm, with stiff little dark nipples. Her stomach was flat and shaped from gym classes that she led, as an extra source of income.
The warmth of the shower was just right, and she stepped in. The water cascaded over her body and she set to washing her hair and body. The heat of the shower helped to clear the cobwebs away and she carefully soaped and conditioned her hair. Looking around for the white and green razor, she shaved carefully. After checking for stray hairs that had been missed, she put the razor aside and smoothed her hand over the outer folds of her sex.
She wanted to play but thought again. She ought to get on with her day, as her flatmates would also be getting up and thought it selfish to use all the hot water. She turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower. The bathroom was warm and steamed and she thought back to the sauna and steam at the gym, which she visited frequently.
She wiped the mirror and regarded her body once more. She dropped the towel and cupped her boobs. She liked their firmness and very little sagging. Her nipples are always erect, her favourite feature.
"Oh, you naughty little b..." She cooed at her reflection and was now thinking that she might have time, for a little play.
A savage knock on the bathroom door drew attention from the mirror. She picked up the towel, ashamed at her desires and the timing of them. Gina picked up her pyjamas and turned to the door.
"Gina! Let me in! I got to pee. Please, I can't hold it" Mille's voice was terse and agitated. Mille, her flatmate, had roused herself. Gina opened the door and let her in. Millie brushed past her as Gina left the bathroom. Within a couple of hours, the two women walked into the glass and steel edifice of the Stansted airport. The airport was a major hub of flights now, and three of Europe's budget airlines had made a substantial killing in the growth of overseas travel. Gina had been lucky in getting in on the ground floor and working her way to a supervisor. She had done her time in the air, but her talents were spotted, and she was set to work at the arrival desks and promoted to supervisor.
They were both on time, a rare thing for Millie, as they strolled into crew assignments, with their customary blue and yellow airline uniforms and pull-along cases. The daily briefing was thankful and short, and the assigned duties were given out.
"No flight duty for you, Gina!" Mille smiled. Mille was pleased to get a short-haul assignment to Dublin for their duty period. Gina looked over to Millie and studied her.
"Just don't get into it with Dominic!" Gina warned her.
Dominic has been on Mille's radar for a while. He was the classic, handsome senior attendant, with a disturbingly long, list of conquests with the less-experienced cabin crew females. Mille had managed a kiss or three, at the Christmas bash, last year but hadn't had the opportunity to make further ground with him. Gina had seen it all before. Being senior for six months, she had watched the politics play out and the rivalries and the sex. Mille wasn't a shrinking violet and could probably handle Dominic, but she didn't want to have to deal with heartbreak in the flat. Gina had played the field, on passing her cabin crew training but she left the other attendants alone. She'd had a torrid, passionate affair with one of the pilots, who had decided to stay with his wife, after a year and a half of sleeping with her. Gina wasn't going to suffer another round of punishment like that. She had moved beyond that now. She'd risen quickly, in the airline, competently handling short and long-haul flight assignments and she'd been noticed. Other senior crew supervisors had seen her potential and had put her in difficult situations, and she had been exceptional. She had a certain something.
Gina started the shift, with the usual clearing of passengers. The summer was always super busy, and the passengers had been streaming in all day. By lunchtime, she had dealt with two difficult passengers and a feuding Irish family and was looking forward to the end of the shift. That's when things changed. In the line ahead of her were three men who would change her life.
Back in the interview door, the door opened and in walked; Rob, the floor senior supervisor, another man she didn't know and Derrick, the pilot she had prevented from taking off, and her former lover.
'It would be him, wouldn't it!' Gina mused. Her head still throbbing, an ever-present reminder of the mounting stress she was under. Derrick was positively fuming his face was stern and his eyes were like ice. Gina looked directly back at him. She took his gaze and then smiled quickly, just to put him off and to dare him to cross her today. She remembered the same face when she told him to put his clothes on and get out of the airline hotel room in Cyprus, three years ago. Gina was all ready to launch into her defence, she'd prepared while sitting for the last hour in the interview room.
Rob sat down opposite Gina and smiled a little nervous smile, in a poor attempt to settle any nerves, mostly his own. Gina read Rob's expression and knew that Derrick had been chewing his ear off on the walk to the room.
"So Gina, we have to document all of this" Rob Wallis began. Derrick leaned in. The smile has not worked, and Derrick wanted to teach her a lesson and pick up some points for leaving her room, in his underwear. Derrick wanted some measure of payback.
"Mess! This is a bloody mess!" Derrick interrupted. Gina could see his annoyance.
" It was the procedure. I am completely within my rights to alert the outgoing flights, if paperwork is not in order..." Gina looked first at Derrick and then at Rob and then at Derrick again. She felt oppressed by Derrick's venom and Rob's lack of verve for her protection, he looked as if his uniform jacket had grown too big for his frame to fill it. Was Rob going to support her in this, or had Derrick's locker room cock measuring taken Rob's authority away?
"Gina!" Rob interjected." It's okay! You were completely spot on." Rob looked across at Derrick and Gina felt some small measure of comfort that Rob's dick had made an appearance in this cock fight. Derrick's face reddened and his eyes darted to the door.
The interview door handle snapped down sharply.
Gina looked up. The door of the interview swung open and a small, thin-faced man entered. The unknown man took out a black wallet and displayed his credentials to Rob. Looking back to Rob, for assurance, she reacted to Rob's statement.
"I was?" Gina looked up at the man. A tall, thin and weaselly-faced individual, that put her on edge. His eyes scanned her, then Derrick and his face were now placid. He absorbed the discussion, without a word. His presence did not make Gina feel easier at all.
He look up and spoke, even his voice was thin and quiet. Rob gave up his seat and the weaselly man, complete with a balding scalp, accepted the chair.
"Miss Crow..it is Miss Crow with an 'e'?" The weaselly man asked.
"Yes. Gina Crowe..with an 'e'" Gina looked to Rob. He smiled and Gina felt a measure of relief. The thin man's eyes were impassive as he looked at her again.
"Miss Crowe" The thin-faced man continued, "What was it that, made you think that these particular men were a threat to the aircraft?"
Gina looked at Derrick, who sat fuming with his arms crossed. Rob, who had sat beside her and smiled, encouragingly and nodded towards the weasel man.
"It's a pure paperwork issue. The three passengers were Afghan nationals, by the paperwork and their appearance. The friendly one held a British passport, that didn't track. The visas were for a nine-month stay in this country and they had tickets to Frankfurt but the visas for Frankfurt were not made out correctly and I felt they were not legitimate. The first guy was friendly and he was nice, the other two were very quiet."
