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When Eve returned home with her servant, Trish pondered what she should say about the incident with the shopkeeper. She was worried about how her Mistress would react. However, she knew that if she said nothing, and then Eve heard something from the shopkeeper or someone else, she could expect to be whipped. Better to come clean about the incident now, take whatever consequences right away, and then not worry about it.
Trish's hunch turned out to be correct. Eve was very irritated at the shopkeeper, not for his disrespect towards Trish, but because he had disrespected the servant's Mistress. One didn't just go around groping someone else's property without first getting the owner's permission. Anyhow, Eve added that Trish had handled the incident correctly, by telling him to talk to her owner and not say anything more.
"I'll have a chat with him. I guarantee it won't happen again."
Trish noticed that Eve's uniform was dusty and that she smelled strongly of sweat. Obviously she had endured a rough day, having to pass both PT testing and then range qualification with various weapons. She suspected her Mistress's lenient attitude was partly due to being extremely tired. Best to take advantage of that and make sure she stayed in a good mood.
Trish ran a bath for her owner and helped her get cleaned up; shampooing her hair and massaging her shoulders and arms, as usual. She dried the policewoman with a towel. Eve had not said anything about cancelling the night's massage, so Trish pulled down the covers of her bed and opened the bottle of oil. The Mistress lay down on her back.
Trish lit several candles and turned out the light. She spread oil over Eve's entire body, making sure to include her breasts and inner thighs. She admired her owner's strong figure, which was muscular and intensely feminine at the same time. Starting with Eve's face, she followed the book's instructions as best she could; relying on what she remembered from her two hours of reading. It was hardly a perfect massage, but considering it was the very first time, she did surprisingly well.
Trish knew that she needed to pay attention to Eve's arms and thighs, the parts of her body that bore the brunt of the day's physical training. However, after the front of Eve's body was finished and she had flipped on her stomach, Trish became fascinated with her owner's backside. She spent a long time massaging her large shapely "bum", fascinated by how those large bottom-cheeks felt in her hands.
By the time her servant had finished massaging her feet, Eve already had fallen asleep. Trish was unsure about leaving the room without permission, so she remained sitting on the bed. Without thinking about what she was doing, she rubbed her owner's bottom. Without realizing it, Trish had started to find the police officer attractive. She was especially fascinated with her shapely rear. It was strange to think that the first time Eve had ordered her servant to kiss and lick her anus and the sensitive area that surrounded it, Trish was disgusted. However, that night, had Eve been awake and had ordered her to do the same thing, she would not have minded. Her time in captivity already was changing how she thought about sex.
Eve was clearly asleep for the night, so Trish blew out the candles and left the room. She set up her own cot in the living room and promptly closed her eyes. Best to get some sleep while she had the chance. That fucking rooster would be waking her up soon enough.
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The following morning Trish started the normal morning routine, assuming that she'd spend yet another day working in Flora's yard. However, after preparing breakfast, the servant found out that Eve planned to take her to the airport. It turned out that there was going to be a change of commander ceremony at noon, which would be followed by a free lunch for the facility's entire security detail.
It was customary on the Island that anyone who owned a servant should be willing to make that person available to help out in work-related situations. Since all of Eve's co-workers knew that she had recently bought a criminal, she was expected to bring her to assist the café staff set up for the meal and serve food. It also was an excellent chance for Eve to show off her new girl to the co-workers who had not yet seen her.
Trish was extremely reluctant to board the rickshaw and leave the safety of the neighborhood. Her bottom was still very much marked-up from the previous day's punishment. She did not look forward to the prospect of running around naked for an entire day in front of Eve's co-workers and airport staff. She was very nervous about making some awful mistake that would upset her Mistress and earn her a whipping upon returning home. Finally, there was the painful memory of what had happened to her just two weeks before and the thought that she would be so close to the departure gate...so close...and yet so far...
When she got out of the rickshaw and followed her Mistress towards the terminal, Trish noticed the airplane in which she had arrived pulled off to the side, abandoned in a spot where several other dilapidated aircraft were being kept and stripped for parts. The engines already had been removed and a cargo door was missing. She felt sorry for the plane. Like her, it was trapped and never would escape.
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The Santa Eduviges International Airport typically received four passenger flights each day: three of them from the Republic of Danubia. Over the past six years, Santa Eduviges had been boycotted by most countries because of its military government, with Danubia being a very important exception. The Danubians wanted to establish a commercial foothold in the Caribbean, so they took advantage of the boycott to heavily invest in the Island, especially in tourism. Every decent hotel on Santa Eduviges was Danubian-owned and set up for Danubian tastes. So...each day three large airplanes came in loaded with Danubians, and departed loaded with Danubians.
Besides the passenger flights, there were several cargo flights, again mostly from Danubia. The planes brought in repair parts, electronics, and medicine, and departed loaded with mail, fresh seafood, and tropical fruit. For six years, Danubia had been a vital life-line for the people of Santa Eduviges.
The international boycott was starting to break down, because investors from other countries resented the huge head-start the Danubians had enjoyed in Santa Eduviges over the past half decade. Recently a fourth daily flight started coming in from Lisbon which brought other Europeans, some of whom were not as well-behaved as the straight-laced Danubians. The Generalissimo was happy to have the extra commerce, but wanted to make sure the new tourists did not cause any trouble. So...the airport security had received several upgrades, one of which was the metal detector that had caught Trish two weeks before.
Just as important as the equipment upgrades was the additional training Eve and her companions were receiving. Over the past six years the police officers at the airport had very little to keep them busy, but with the new flight coming in from Lisbon, their jobs had become more challenging. Several drug organizations already were testing the Island to see if it could be utilized as an alternate smuggling route. The airport security command was determined to prevent that from happening. Already several couriers had been caught and there were a couple of serious long-term investigations.
Before dealing with the first flight of the day, the airport police officers usually met at the café to have a "working coffee break", during which they discussed pending issues and heard any new orders passed down from the Generalissimo. On that day, noting that Officer Bousquet had brought her servant, the airport commandant decided to order her to give a presentation to her co-workers about the American's arrest and the security concern it raised.
The previous week Eve had raised an alarm among her commanders by letting them know that the only reason Trish Bousquet had been caught was because of her metal piercings. She could have tried to impress her bosses by claiming that she had successfully profiled Trish, but that would have been a lie. Instead, she reported that Trish had entered the country undetected and it was only through her own stupidity that she had been caught. The resulting question was: how many other drug swallowers, not wearing body jewelry, might have gone through undetected?
Eve had not prepared a presentation, but she knew her commander was infamous for calling on subordinates to give impromptu lectures. With her servant trailing behind, she went to her desk, retrieved the thumb drive with Trish's arrest photos and a projector, and returned to the café. Within less than a minute she was set up and prepared to talk. She ordered her servant to stand next to the screen with her hands behind her head.
Going through arrest photos and pictures of Trish's body jewelry, Eve summarized the how the metal detector first alerted her. She openly admitted that in the beginning she was not suspicious of the American in the least, but she did want to know why the metal detector kept alerting. It was only after she had a look at the detainee's stomach that she suspected the reason Trish had become uncooperative when she had to pass through the machine several times.
As she stood quietly, with her hands behind her head and her body exposed to 50 police officers and airport employees, Trish felt despair sweeping through her. The only reason she had been caught was because of that fucking body jewelry. The Panamanian drug dealer had warned her to take it off before travelling, but Trish did not want to go through the hassle of putting it back on once she arrived at her destination. She figured there would be no problem. She was paying dearly for that miscalculation.
