The snow at Midway International Airport was piled anywhere the plows could find room for it. It was a record breaking late season blizzard and the ground crews were fighting a losing battle to keep the runways, taxiways and aprons clear for arriving and departing air traffic. As the storm intensified, ATC diverted most planes and stopped all takeoffs. The remaining aircraft had been safely landed and everyone hunkered down to wait for the foul weather to dissipate.
Zack was in-transit between Las Vegas and his next stop, Atlantic Beach. The stewardesses and terminal agents were efficient in accommodating the stranded passengers. For final destination clients, ground transportation could still get them home in greater metropolitan Chicago. Others got lodged in local hotels but the number of available rooms was dwindling. As a frequent flyer Diamond Card member, valued passenger Zack was personally escorted from the jetway to Air Capricorn's VIP lounge. His guide was the chicly dressed flight attendant that had stirred the erotic dreams of every man in First Class with her professional beauty and hostess charm. In the terminal, ordinary family and everyday flyers were scattered about the corridors attending to their kids and carry-ons. Zack and his guide approached a long line of exasperated frequent flyers waiting to enter the VIP lounge. The hostess at the receptionist podium was verifying credentials before allowing the unusually large number of gold, silver and platinum club members into the corporate clubroom.
Zack's chaperon led him past the others to the front of the line and flashed her badge alongside Zack's Diamond Card. The lounge gatekeeper neatly buzzed a separate door and ushered Zack through into the exclusive Diamond Card Capricorn VIP lounge. There were a few other gentlemen already seated or lolling in the elegantly furnished room. A pert cocktail waitress hurried forward to take charge of Zack as the gatekeeper returned to her other restive passengers. The waitress stooped to catch up Zack's coat and valise.
"Oh, here, let me take those for safe keeping, sir. We are so sorry about the bother. We can't control the weather but we will do everything we can to make your temporary inconvenience as brief and pleasant as possible. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
"Maybe some fruit juice and a place to sit." There were plenty of empty cushioned couches, divans and recliners scattered about the spacious room. The three other gentlemen were tending to emails or magazines, mostly ignoring the other occupants. Zack found a recliner in the corner and checked his email and weather report. The waitress sashayed his way with the desired glass of refreshment. Her name tag read: Caprice.
Caprice wore a very well fit airline hostess' uniform. Zack's survey ascended from the mid-rise heels, short skirt, revealing cleavage and a satin choker with the airline logo suspended on a silver ring. Her blonde hair was pinned up professional style.
There was a bustling echo from the main terminal corridors. The canned female voice was making standard PA announcements: passengers paging other passengers, security reminders and individual flight cancellations and delays. A sharp tone sounded to gather everyone's attention; what followed was the predictable public information pronouncement.
"Attention all passengers in the terminals. FAA and TSA officials have issued a ground stop order cancelling all air and ground transportation to and from the airport during the remainder of the snow emergency. This order will be effective for at least 8 hours. Please make yourself comfortable until we can resume normal operations."
Caprice scurried back to the service bar. As head hostess, she motioned all of the other attendants to a brief huddle. Heads nodded and she walked to the middle of the room to brief her VIP clients.
"Gentlemen, we are sorry for the disruption in your travel plans. Because you are Diamond Card Capricorn members, you are entitled to certain benefits while in our care. At times like this, the airlines suspend their competition and cooperate to ensure their VIP clients' comfort. We are joining with other airline VIP lounges to share food, drink and support staff. Please do not hesitate to ask for whatever you need and we will make extraordinary efforts to comply."
Caprice paused for any questions. The gentlemen seemed satisfied that matters were being handled as best they could under the circumstances. She turned to leave but paused with a last thought.
"You will see air and ground staff from other airlines serving here as we send some of our crew members to their lounges. Please understand that we want to break-up your tedium with a little variety while we wait out the storm. Thank you."
Zack leaned back and closed his eyes. He was nudged by a tall blonde blue eyed goddess in a tailor fit Nordic airlines uniform. She was leaning over Zack, her busty body well defined by the uniform.
"Excuse me, sir. Is there anything I can get for you? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"
Zack adored the slight Swedish lilt in her accented English. He surveyed the expanse of cleavage before him and had a few ideas. Those ideas weren't the kind to be exercised in a public airport lounge. But this was the Diamond Card Capricorn lounge. Zack gingerly folded back the uniform jacket lapel to reveal her nametag: Nora. His hand trailed down the outside of the jacket, pressing harder than accidental. Nora never flinched but gazed cheerfully into his face, waiting for his response. Zack shifted his butt in the cushions, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in his suit pants. The move was not lost on Nora.
